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Jasmine King (morta) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,
@ 2021-03-09 15:52:00

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character: harry potter, unused: glenda chittock

RP: Glenda's arrival
Who: Glenda Chittock & Harry Potter
When: 10pm, March 9th
Where: The Grand Staircase
What: Glenda had been expecting another dull club gig. Instead, she got time travel.

Glenda could not count how many times a week she was invited to some new band's initial gig at some hole-in-the-wall club. Wizarding clubs were usually interesting in their secrecy but lately, it was wearing on her. There was nothing standing out. Besides, she had more important things to be working on - the music festival was so close to being in full swing. Acts still needed to be confirmed. The venue had been decided upon but they had to make sure there was enough seating and everything. So really, going out was just an inconvenience but she was Glenda and she had to make an appearance.

So she had gotten dressed up and had bustled around her apartment for a little bit. She'd had a sandwich because no doubt the venue was going to have shitty food as per usual or some weird-ass wizarding thing she'd never acquired the taste for (especially the floral ice creams. Fucking weird). Eventually, though, there was only so long she could linger before actually had to leave. One long look at her flat and the desperate desire to just crash on the couch and she slipped out of her door...

... and on to a very familiar stone staircase. She hadn't touched anything so there couldn't be a portkey involved and you couldn't Dis/Apparate in and out of Hogwarts. Everyone knew that. Besides, she hadn't felt that pull. So it was probably the loudest, "What the everloving motherfucking Hell?" that Hogwarts had ever heard (at least to her knowledge) that echoed off the stone. Maybe she'd had some bad ham. Maybe it was a hallucination. Could ham do that? She was starting down the stairs, the sound of her heels echoing off the walls.

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ab_harry
2021-03-10 02:22 am UTC (link)

Harry knew he shouldn't answer. How many times had he been asked about death and celebrations? Now, there was no Ministry spokesman to keep him quiet. "I think that we had two wars. One that led to my parents' death and the deaths of a lot of people. We had a second one in 1998 with fifty-two dead. People at large like to feel grief and sadness when they did nothing to stop the war and don't have the right to feel that grief. It's ours. It belongs to those of us who risked our lives and lost family and friends. So no, I don't understand the scope of the hypocrisy that lived in our society."

He took a deep breath, because this was becoming tedious. "No, Sirius did not betray my parents. I've known that since I was thirteen. Once again, I did a much better job at listening that everyone in our world." He frowned. "Do you even know them? And I don't mean you were in the same dormitory." There were plenty of people in Gryffindor whose names he couldn't remember.

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morta
2021-03-10 02:43 am UTC (link)

"If someone had asked me to help, I would have without hesitation," but she had been a small ball of chaos and she likely would have just gotten underfoot. She didn't think the answer would be acceptable to Harry who clearly had a very large chip on his shoulder. "And if somehow I end up back home, I will do what I can with the second war. I'm sure I couldn't have sat aside. I'm Muggleborn. I wouldn't." Fucking Hell, she hoped she'd done something.

"I said I was fond - I didn't say I was close. Don't confuse the two," she stood then, careful on her heels. "I'll find my way around on my own, thank you." She was not going to stick around someone who clearly had some kind of issue and couldn't see past the end of his nose.

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ab_harry
2021-03-10 02:57 am UTC (link)

"That's the problem. People wait to be asked, but they shouldn't, and I'm sorry, this isn't directed at you. You skipped the second war and you were too young for the first. But in general, I'm not too impressed by how random people felt about my parents or me." He sighed. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that."

Harry nodded. "That's fine. Three rooms are taken in the Gryffindor tower, two in the hufflepuff common room. You can pick any staff's bedroom. Although before you go, I should get you a journal. They are some new invention. You can write and other people can read what you wrote. You can also spell your message to be private to one person or multiple people. It's how we deal with messages. Also meals tend to be communal in the Great Hall. We're also trying to split up jobs and there are plenty of those.

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morta
2021-03-10 03:08 am UTC (link)

"I was eleven and they were fifteen. I was too small to be bothered with," she shrugged her shoulders slightly. It also explained that her fondness for them had been hero-worship. And that was what she had felt when James and Lily had died, when it had broken apart. What the Hell had happened to her silly childhood heroes?

There was still information to be given and she exhaled softly, taking it all in. "Is there a password for Gryffindor tower or have you lot convinced the Fat Lady to just let people come and go?" Jobs. There were jobs and she glanced at her fresh manicure for a moment... Oh well. Although before she split off on her own, she lowered her voice to a whisper, "Gilderoy Lockhart hasn't shown up has he?"

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ab_harry
2021-03-10 03:19 am UTC (link)

Harry decided to let it go, because there was no point in saying that he was going after Voldemort at eleven. That school kids had fought at the Battle of Hogwarts. That when they had died she would have been sixteen and perfectly able to fight if she wanted. He knew most people didn't think like that.

"I... have no idea. My dad, Sirius and Remus are there. I'm sure the Fat Lady will let you know. I'm staying downstairs in Finch's rooms. That's where I was coming from." The question was so out there that he started laughing again. "Merlin no and if the castle really is bringing back people it liked, I don't think we need to worry about that." A nagging voice said that people who made an impression wasn't the same as liking, but right now, he'd take it. "We have a list. Savannah has been compiling birthdays. You can see ask her to send you a copy so you know everyone's name."

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morta
2021-03-10 03:25 am UTC (link)

Of course, those boys would have taken up the tower. It was going to be interesting but she'd make it work. But she wanted to distract him altogether with her question. Change the topic to something lighter.

"If he does show up, I'm going to strangle him with my bare fucking hands - and don't try to stop me," she told Harry, a smile on her face but seriousness in her voice, "He was in my year and he really should've been in Slytherin." Now she was starting up the stairs which was easier than going down. Less chance of slipping and falling to her death.

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	ab_harry 2021-03-10 03:31 am UTC (link)
	"While I can't condone murder, if you don't tell me and it's done outside of Hogwarts... I guess it would be a Muggle jurisdiction." He smiled. "If it helps, we have plenty of Slytherins here that we respect. Lockhart, I don't respect." He let her go. "Have a good night." And now he could go look for Draco, or maybe just go back to his room and pass out. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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