Harry Potter AU

[Ulrika&Timber]

BD CHARACTERS ARE IN HOGWARTS GO! IF YOU NEED TO BUMP YOUR AGE GO AHEAD

OR IF YOU WANNA BE A TEACHER THATS FINE TOO SOMEONE NEEDS TO GET ULRIKA IN TROUBLE

Put this little chart so we get a little idea of your character already, since its a totally different universe to BD (all optional):

[b]House:[/b]
[b]Year/Age:[/b]
[b]Wand (super optional):[/b]
[b]Fave/best subject:[/b]
[b]Hated/worst subject:[/b]
[b]Quidditch position (if applicable):[/b]

If you're a super nerd, helpful links for wandlore (referencing pottemore goodies which are legit info tidbits from JK herself woooo):

Woods - pottermore.wikia.com/wiki/Wand_Woods
Cores - pottermore.wikia.com/wiki/Wand_Cores
Length/Flexibility - pottermore.wikia.com/wiki/Wand_Lengths_%26_Flexibility

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Time and Date:: 24th October
Weather:: Overcast but not chilly

House: Gryffindor
Year/Age: 6th year, 16 years old
Wand (super optional): Sycamore, Dragon Heartstring, Stiff. 13 3/4 inches
Fave/best subject: Charms, maybe Care of Magical Creatures (likes but not good at it),
Hated/worst subject: Transfiguration!!! And most things
Quidditch position (if applicable): Chaser.


Ulrika was the first to burst out of the Transfiguration classroom. She did not look happy at all. "I can't believe it! The year's only just started, and they're already giving us so much homework!" Ulrika wasn't good at many subjects, but Transfiguration was the worst.

Thankfully it was lunchtime, and all that schoolwork had made her sleepy. And hungry. She went along with her friends (she's on the quidditch team - of course she has friends). Ulrika complained all the way. "AND I have quidditch practice, I can't miss that!"

Ulrika was a chaser for the Gryffindor team. She was small and nimble on a broom, but when she had tried to be seeker, she could never catch it, let alone find it. It turned out she had enough balls and agression to be a chaser.

After eating there was plenty of time to hang out in the courtyard. For once in this bleak Scottish setting, the weather was actually not too bad for October. Some of her friends, however had gone off to do their homework. Pfft. The homework wasn't due for a week! They had plenty of time! Ulrika wasn't going to worry about that yet.

Ulrika checked her timetable for her afternoon lessons. "Ugh, charms with the Hufflepuffs, but hey, finishing off the day with Defence Against the Dark Arts isn't so bad." Ulrika liked charms, but she couldn't stand the Hufflepuffs. Though some of them were nice, in general she thought of them to be boring.

[Jokul & Starkad]

Name: Jokul Steinthor
House: Hufflepuff
Year/Age: 6th Year, 17
Wand (super optional): Thestral tail hair, Cedar, 10 inches
Fave/best subject: Care of Magical Creatures is is strong suit, but he can never get enough of his new Apparition class
Hated/worst subject: Loathes Divination.
Quidditch position (if applicable): Possibly an announcer

Name: Starkad Steinthor
House: Gryffindor
Year/Age: 2nd Year, 12
Wand (super optional): Unicorn tail hair, Dogwood, 12 3/4
Fave/best subject: Transfiguration, by far, is her best subject, but she actually prefers Charms over any other class
Hated/worst subject: She both hates, and fails her Potions class
Quidditch position (if applicable): While she currently holds the Keeper position, she could easily be replaced if she doesn't get a new broom soon.

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Jokul had to readjust his glasses for the upteenth time since leaving his divination class. Merlin knows he can barely see what's in front of him, nevermind seeing the future. The Hufflepuff table was, as usual, mostly quiet. Just the way I like it. Jokul thought as he settled down beside Fern. [I'm only assuming she'd be in this house. He could really just be sitting down beside ANYONE]

On the other side of the Great Hall, a small girl with outrageously yellow hair laughed alongside her teammates. While she was one of the youngest on the team, she'd somehow secured a spot as Keeper. How, Jokul'd never know. She's kept a hold of the same jinxed broom since she was little, which might've not been the right decision, seeing as it kept her from landing half the time. The Hufflepuff almost groaned remembering how she'd been off the ground for nearly four hours once and had their mother worried sick during the whole thing.

After finishing his meal, he collected his books from underneath his seat. "I'm going to go a bit early. I could use some catching up on divination anyways." Without another word, he made his way down the center isle of the Great Hall, passing by his younger sibling in the process. Besides sticking her tongue out and flashing her hair green, she did little to acknowledge her brother.

Jokul sighed in relief when no one but the teacher was found in the Charm's room. He gave them a small greeting and started setting up his belongings at his table. With an indignant sigh, he cracked open his Divination book and reread the chapter he'd failed to understand so far.

He knew this ideal peace and quiet would only last until the class started, so he burried himself further into the book's pages, as if the closer he got, the more he'd learn. Well, that, and he found it easier to see if the words were right in front of his nose.

[Fern & Nima]

House: Hufflepuff
Year/Age: Sixth year - 17
Wand (super optional): Dragon Heartstring, Dogwood 10 inches
Fave/best subject: Care of Magical Creatures
Hated/worst subject: Potions, Transfiguration
Quidditch position (if applicable): She doesn't play quidditch; she prefers to sit and watch.

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Red hair tied back into a long pony tail adorned the teenager, who was still fairly short despite her age. She pushed up her broken glasses further on her nose, as she hustled through the bustling hallways. Along the way she saw a few of the Gryffindors making their way out of transfiguraton, one of them being none other then Ulrika Weostan herself. Fern squinted up her face, looking away and down at the ground as she bit her lip, mumbling furiously beneath her breath. She rushed over to the dinner table where the plates magically turned from empty to full, just as other students bustled in to get a seat. Surprisingly, Jokul sat next to her, though he didn't seem to notice her.

Oh but how she noticed him! He had only been her first and only crush since their first year together... She thought back with a small, shy smile how she had been so elated to be in the same house as him. She picked up her fork, picking at her food while looking to Jokul. But before a conversation could be brought up, he had finished his plate and was heading off.

She quickly scrambled up, moving past him, she was in such a hurry she didn't see Starkad and almost bumped right into her. Muttering a quick apology, she poked her head up and bounced around, trying to see where Jokul had gone off to. Vaguely, she saw his figure disappear into a classroom, "Right, erm, sorry, Starky! I gotta... I gotta go! See ya!" She hurried off, bustling to the room where he had disappeared into. She put her hand on the door, closing her eyes, before opening it with a deep inhale. As casually as she could, she came over to sit next to Jokul. "He-Heyyyy..." She said as casually as she could, though it sounded more like a choked out word then anything of the casual sort. She coughed into her arm, clearing her throat, "I mean, um.. hi..."

[Ren Vikarson]

House: Slytherine
Year/Age: Sixth Year, 17
Wand: Hawthorn and Manticore Mane, 13 inches.
Fave/best subject: Defence Against the Dark Arts
Hated/worst subject: Astrology
Quidditch position: Beater

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Leaning back in his seat and rereading a long list of extra curricular jargon for Ghoul Studies Ren yawned before rocking his chair back onto its front legs and looking down at the plate before him. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered with extra work but the truth was he couldn't get enough of studying the worst things in the wizarding world. He was already gunning for top of the class in Dark Arts so it wasn't a surprise really.

Shrugging back a heavy mane of black hair he stuffed his hands and notes into the pockets of his jacket and rocked back again before a solid clunk further down the table dislodged him and tipped him over completely. Sitting up and gripping the back of his head sorely he glanced down at the retreating Hufflepuff almost murderously before getting to his feet and brushing himself down. Still, any retribution he had in mind could wait. He wasn't in any rush to head to class before he had to and he'd sooner be out here reading up on more interesting subjects than charms. He didn't mind it as a subject but he had most of his favourite charms well memorized by now ready to be called out as soon as he needed them, another bit of advice from Ghoul Studies, dark creatures didn't give much time to think so you needed to know your counterspells on instinct.

[Ulrika&Timber]

The crowds in the courtyard were thinning, and it was too late before she realised break was over. Charms was almost on the other side of the castle! She bolted without much thought, forgetting to collect her schoolbag, only her wand was in her robe's inner pocket. That, and a half-eaten packet of Bertie Bott's with unwanted and risky-looking flavours at the bottom.

Out of breath, she burst through the classroom door, knowingly late. Heads turned towards her. "Oof. Sorry... I'm late... I got, distracted." She panted, trying not to double over. She wished so hard she could have apparated, not that she was any good at it.

"You're late again, miss Weostan!" Professor Einarsson irritably called out. "10 points from Gryffindor, and detention for you. It's the start of the year, lets not get into some nasty habits, shall we?" Ulrika groaned but said nothing, shuffling her feet.

Since she was late she had no choice but to take the only seat left, which was next to Ren, who also happened to be a Slytherin. The rivalry between the houses was strongly engrained in Ulrika, so she didn't like this predicament one bit.

"Now then, as I was saying;" The professor gave another glare at Ulrika. "Today we will be revising simple spells, and continue on the use of non-verbal spells. We're still starting small, so please only use the spells that I list." With that, he waved his wand, to which a chalk rose and began to scribble a list of very simple first-year spells on the board. "We don't want any accidents after all. Partner up, I will be making rounds. And of course, ask questions if you have any."

Ulrika pouted in her seat. She hadn't brought her notes, so she could barely remember a thing about non-verbal spells. The girl huffed as she drew her wand. Grima might have been a tolerable Slytherin, but this wasn't Grima. "I wish I didn't have to work with you." She muttered as she went up to grab an inanimate tea set to work with.

[Ren Vikarson]

Leaning back in his seat Ren didn't acknowledge the witch until she spoke to him. Glancing to her he seemed to shift something in his mouth pushing it aside so he could talk. "Then how about you focus on the work and keep your pointless popularity contest to yourself. I honestly don't care." Pointing his wand readily he looked at one of the objects she'd gathered and then lashed out at it. "Spongify." Leaning forward he picked up the tea pot and bounced it on the floor a few times. "Lets just get this over with, I've got some more important things to worry about than catchup charms and listening to you complain." 

Leaning back in his seat he seemed to resume chewing whatever was in his mouth showing a fleck of green. He seemed a little anxious to be getting on with something but it was hardly obvious what it could be. Evidently the class and the witch beside him ranked so far below it in importance that he didn't bother to give her a second thought or pay attention to her annoyance. He never really cared much about house enmity, if he was bothered it was by individuals and more than enough people in his own house annoyed him for him to go cutting out three quarters of the Hogwarts population. Resting the pot back on the table he lounged back putting his feet up on it.