Sappho Roleplay

Who: Megan Jones and Claire Runcorn
What: Megan challenged Claire to take her on a date as a “boy” for a bit of naughty fun.
When: Day 10, a few minutes before curfew.
Where: Starting at Hufflepuff Tower then wherever Claire brings her date.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Gender bending, role play.

Megan found that she was dying for her “date” with her best friend. She had been a little surprised that Claire was so ready and willing to go along with her idea, but since she had Megan found that she was daydreaming about it a lot.

Would Claire make a good “boy”? What would the date be like? How would she want her boy to take her? That was the whole point; Megan got to pretend to be Claire and Claire got to pretend to be her dream boy.

Megan squirmed in her chair the entire day as she waited. Dinner had been excruciating because of the waiting. Worst, Claire had given her no idea what was in store for her. Megan had fished for hints, but Claire didn’t fall for it. Not that Megan expected that her best friend would.

Employing the aid of Weddy, she convinced the House Elf to “borrow” a dress from Claire’s closet. The one Weddy had picked out was nearly perfect; it was slinky and black and perfectly Claire. Not as waifish as Claire, the dress was tight on her in some alluring ways once she altered it very slightly with an enlarging charm.

Doing her make up much more subtly than she normally did, she left her hair long and used some magical hair products to make it softer with a sheen to it. In strappy shoes, Megan hoped that they weren’t going to be outside.

With a small handbag, Weddy had also gotten her, Megan waited anxiously outside the Hufflepuff Common room for her date to arrive.

Who: Megan Jones, Hannah Abbott and Open!!
When: Two hours before curfew, day two
Where: Halls, near the secret entrance to the kitchen.
Rating: PG, for now.
Warnings: None, yet.
Status: Complete.

Megan wandered towards the kitchen. “I can’t wait to tickle that pear!” she giggled to herself softly, but with great enthusiasm. Like many other students, Megan knew Hogwart’s worst kept secret; how to get into the kitchens. Though, she had found out about it in an unusual way…

Already sick of her uniform, Megan wore her favorite pair of jeans that were a little baggy and so worn that there were a few tiny holes in places and one big one at the left knee. Her hair was pulled back into a bouncy ponytail and she wore subtle make-up that was just a little heavier around the eyes. She wore the flannel shirt, that was quickly becoming her favorite, that she had stolen from the American boy over the summer and a Black Sabbath t-shirt. A pair of red, Converse trainers finished off her outfit.

Her stomach rumbled as she padded along silently. “I can’t believe I napped through supper,” she muttered to herself. Always one for food, she usually woke up if she napped after class. Not this time, it seemed!

Passing through the entrance hall, she took a right turn by the staircase that lead her to the giant painting of the bowl of fruit. Hoping her favorite house elf was on, Megan gave a careful look around to make sure no one was watching.

Who: Megan Jones and Claire Runcorn
When: One hours before curfew, Day One.
Where: By the lake, for starts.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: None yet.
Status: Open, incomplete

( Start the new year with a bang! )

Who: Megan Jones and Hannah Abbott
When: Two hours before curfew, Day One.
Where: Court Yard
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Status: Closed, complete

Megan had gotten out of her room as fast as possible. She was still in the uniform she had worn to the feast. Maybe her short skirt and blouse might turn a few heads; that had been her hope when she'd put her fifth year uniform on, after all.

She loved the fall weather. Megan had grabbed a large, red, thick flannel shirt that had belonged to an old fling; an American exchange student. She spent too much time in a cloak and wanted a bit of Muggle fashion being so newly back to school.

A pack of clove cigarettes rested in the breast pocket. Soon, due to the harsh Scottish winters, she would need to sneak fags indoors. So, she wanted to be outside as much as possible until then.

Wandering down to the lake, she looked for a secluded spot to sneak off to.

Who: Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson
When: Just after the announcement
Where: Slytherin Commons
Rating: tba
Warning(s): tba
Status: incomplete

( The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. )

The starry sky ceiling over the Great Hall twinkled with the scene of a clear night, as the many candles floated, suspended overhead and casting light on the vast room. The four long, House tables were more sparsely populated than in years previous, chatter a bit more toward the alto and soprano end of the spectrum.

The year had been off to a good start, and the witches that had come to Hogwarts were being kept safe, while their male classmates had been sent to another location. It was a security measure, designed to keep them safe, and so far, it had seemed to work. There had not been any notable incidents, and the students at what had become the Hogwarts School for Witches seemed, on the surface, at least, to be taking things rather well, and were displaying exemplary behavior. So it seemed.

But beneath all of this, strange things were happening, feelings blossoming and becoming intense, nearing a breaking point...

The headmistress looked around the room as she rose from her seat to address the witches seated before her. "Good evening, ladies," she said, clearing her throat. "I want to thank you all for your cooperation and participation this year. You have truly taken things well. We are introducing a new project for you all, which I expect you will take to actively." She took what looked like a black, leatherbound book from the Staff table, and raised it. "Each of you will be receiving a journal, just like this, and you are expected to write in it. You will be able to use these to communicate with one another, and can even correspond privately back and forth by using select privacy and protection charms. This exercise is meant to expand your communications with one another, and help you to bond and express yourselves in these difficult times. I hope you will all take them seriously; they will be distributed this evening and throughout the coming week. Thank you all for your attention, and have a good night."