Furtum Potentia

In light of recent developments, I have decided that the game has run its course. What was meant to be fun has obviously become not. So I have decided not to continue proceeding. Logs and accounts on our end will stay up for archiving and nostalgia's sake.

I wish to apologize to all the people who just joined and who will not get a chance to play.


This game is now officially closed.

Who: Isadora, Adam and anyone else in the great hall
What: Talking about the Daily Prophet article
Where: The Great Hall during lunch
When: Oct.24th 1975
Rating: PG Since Adam's involved, R for punkness

Isadora came back to Hogwarts late last night after a busy summer travelling with her parents. Isadora had more of an air of confidence in her this year as she wasn't a complete shy and quiet violet, she was looking more grown up and filling out her ravenclaw uniform nicely.

And in she came carrying a stack of tomes in her arms as she marched up to the Gryffindor table where Adam, her old study buddy, was eating and plopped the books right on his food. Not to be mean as when Adam saw her face she was in a panic as she pointed to the daily prophet that was on top of the books.

"Adam, we need to investigate this somehow....they aren't telling us much about these deaths and what if we are in danger! Think we can sneak away to the scenes of the crimes both in the muggle world and here?" She was very soft spoken but too much in a panic to be stealthy about this sort of thing.

( Left on the Bed of Emmeline Vance )

Who: Amelia and Edgar
What: Talking
Where: Ravenclaw common room for now
When: Friday, early evening
Rating: PG-PG13 for language possibly

( I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours )

Who:Caradoc & Narcissa
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Seventh year dorm
Why: They haven't hung out in a while

True to his word, Caradoc had gone down the kitchens and fetched several thermoses full of hot soup as well as another one of tea and a large chunk of bread wrapped in a cloth that the elves had shoved upon him as well. All of this was in fact still resting snugly in his bag, which sat on the ground next to him. Caradoc himself was leaning against the stone wall outside of the portrait hole, arms loosely crossed as he waited for Narcissa. He didn't want her to have to stand outside for any longer than necessary, as a Slytherin walking through Gryfindor tower at all would be shocking enough. As he waited, two fifth year girls walked by, giving him a strange look for standing there alone, and he smiled a little in amusement, raising his eyebrows. He had the feeling they wouldn't dare give her the same look.

Who: Emmeline Vance and Elle Moreau
What: Dishing the dirt
Where: Class Room on the 5th Floor
When: Friday Afternoon, October 24, 1975, During Study Hall
Why: To be a Slytherin is to be Ambitious


Elle had purposefully chosen a seat next to Emmeline so they could converse with hushed tones and not be caught. And worse case scenario, they could scribble on each other's parchment to talk.

Elle hurried in from Muggle Studies, her most detested class. The whole class had been held back because one student from Hufflepuff, whose name she had never bothered to learn really, had held them all back by asking the most asinine questions imaginable.

She found Em with a quick glance around the room, saw that she had saved her a seat next to her, and slid in as quickly and quietly as possible. She was swearing in French under her breath, loud enough only for Em to hear.

Date Change: Friday, October 24, 1975

All 6th and 7th Years: Astronomy tonight at Midnight

Who: Amelia and Cyrus
What: Talking and whatnot
Where: Outside by the forest
When: Thursday Afternoon, sort of around lunch
Rating: Maybe PG13 for language

( Cause life's to short to spend alone in misery )

Date Change: Thursday, October 23, 1975

From the Daily Prophet:
The body of James Willerby, Auror with the Ministry of Magic, was found dead this morning just outside of Ottery St. Catchpoole. Sources tell us that the body had been there for a day or two before it was noticed. Sources inside the Ministry are very tightlipped, of course, and we know that Willerby was after Dark Wizards of unknown name. Willerby leaves behind a wife and 7 year old son. They currently live in London, and services will be held sometime this coming weekend. Flowers should be sent to the Willerby's by owl post.

In other drastic and depressing news, Elizabeth Avery, wife of Francis Avery was reported dead this morning at Avery Manor in Appleby, Lincolnshire (also home to the Quidditch Team the Appleby Arrows). Avery said his wife had been mysteriously ill and as he was about to take her to St. Mungo's mysteriously died. Healers are looking into the mysterious illness and hopefully we will hear more about that as the story develops.

The Avery's have one son that attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Among all the wizarding deaths, there have been several muggle disappearances as of late. Three muggles disappeared from the area surrounding Lincolnshire, Spalding and The Deepings. Their names and identities are as yet unknown as we have more information, we will let you know.

This follows the death of a muggle not long ago by mysterious means. Again, the Ministry is remaining tightlipped about circumstances and events surrounding the muggle deaths. But insiders say that they suspect foul play at the hands of dark Wizards.

OOC Note: Yes this was supposed to take place yesterday...there will be a date change tomorrow...FYI.

Who: Amy and Alec
When: Thursday, shortly after this, just before Dinner.
Where: Amy's dorm
Why: Because everyone goes crazy sometimes, and Amy likes to have his sister there when he does. Oh drama!
Rating: decently highish for language, discussions of 'very personal' matters, and Amy's rather rude brain-voices

( He threw the radio hard against his headboard, the little device smashing against the wood with an impressive crash and falling to pieces on his bed. )

Who: Amycus Carrow and Evan Rosier
When: before dinner, Oct 23
Where: entrance hall to outside
Why: debauchery
Rating: highish. no detail, but guess what happens?

( Hopefully Evan wouldn't keep him waiting. )

WHO: Elizabeth and Ben
WHAT: Reenactment
WHERE: In an old hallway.
WHEN: Thursday Evening

Elizabeth had spent the last few days trying to forget the fact that when she woke up Wednesday morning she could not only not locate her favorite bra (the polka dot one she thought she was wearing the day before), but also not shake the feeling she needed to smack Ben Wood. She had been drinking, something she never did before, and she remembered thinking to herself the night of the party 'Wow, his lips are fabulous' over an over despite his being increasingly annoying and continuously calling her Lizzy. He hadn't really even looked at her any differently, but at lunch this afternoon, she was talking to one of her friends who asked if she had 'enjoyed' herself with Ben. She pretended she knew what she was talking about, and laughed it off, but Elizabeth was now slightly angry. She really had made out with Ben. Not only was she angry she had done so, but angry she could not remember.

So she was pacing in an old hallway, having just sent the stupidest note ever to him, hoping to Merlin he'd think it was a joke. She looked down at herself, still in her uniform and thought Great, I at least could have put something, well, sexier on. She almost wanted to smack herself for even thinking it...

Who : Narcissa and Cyrus
What : Snack TIme !!
Where : Narcissa's usual hiding spot, the old lounge across from the kitchens.
When: Early evening, Thursday Night

WHO: Rodolphus LeStrange and Cyrus Montague
WHAT: A Meeting
WHERE: A clearing on the grounds
WHEN: Sundown

Rodolphus dressed in his very finest. Long dark blue suit with a grey silk cravat, and a fine black woolen cloak. He wore his usual leather gloves, never one to get his hands dirty. He had the start of a very fine cigar in his lips as he took the last few steps into the clearing he had ordered, that is, asked Montague to meet him in. The white smoke of the cigar rose in swirls in the growing moonlight, and he stopped to rest upon a stump close to the tree line.

He remembered Montague vaguely from his school years. He was a dark haired, pale child, and he remembered nothing else. He could hardly be much different, he assumed. Why Lucius had summoned Montague had been the source of much speculation, but he assumed it somehow involved Narcissa. With a snort, Rodolphus scoffed, Everything involves Narcissa these days...

He stood, his eyes trained on the dark form of the castle, and waited.

Who: Amycus Carrow and Narcissa Black
When: after dinner
Where: Amycus' bed
Why: she may have sniffed out a secret?
Rating: probably not high?

( I would visit you in your dorm, but unfortunately this school is redolent with misandry and I'm unable to. )

Who: Alice and Frank - The Longbottoms
What: Alice explains the 'Squirrel Attack'
When: Wednesday Evening
Where: Their Quarters

Why: Cause Alice and Frank are so flipping cute you can't stand it.

( Alice was relaxed, sipping her tea, her feet up, piles of papers around her, and a stack of nuts on the table... )

Who: Andrew Williamson and Amycus Carrow (Guest Appearance by Dorian Moon)
When: after first first classes...
Where: from divination class to outside Slytherin commons to the old student lounge by the kitchens
Why: because Amycus is a manipulative bastard
Rating: good Lord, who knows?

( That last letter he got back from Amycus made him frown, and close his book swiftly. )

Who: Amelia and Gawain
What: Talking, awkwardness, sleeping
When: Wee hours of Wednesday morning.
Where: Ravenclaw boys 7th year dorm :)
Rating: PG13ish I'm sure.

( Everything is so peaceful when we're sleeping )

Who : Narcissa and Cyrus
Where : On the ledge.
When : Wednesday Morning

Why : Narcissa is avoiding everyone.

( You've torn your dress, your face is a mess. )

WHO: Evan and Cyrus
WHAT: You're not dead?
WHERE: 7th Year Boys Dorm
WHEN: Wednesday Morning

Evan was up early.  He had already had a brief run around the grounds, in an attempt t keep in fighting shape, and then been to the kitchens for a hearty breakfast.  He was more then a bit ashamed Cyrus was able to best him so easily.  He was just coming back to his room, towel over a shoulder, bath stuff in hand, hair still wet from his shower.  He made it three steps inside before he realized Cyrus was there.

"Shouldn't you be dead?" he asked with all the tact of a gorilla.