the woods are lovely, dark and deep

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕

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𝟏 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 – Maybe you zigged when you should have zagged, but either way, you don’t know where you are, or how to get back to where you’re supposed to be. Alternately, you’re part of the search party sent to go find the missing person, careful you don’t end up lost yourself!

𝟐 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 – Whatever you did you’ve ended up out in the forest after dark following after The Groundskeeper (or maybe you are the Groundskeeper). Careful, don’t hang too far back from the rest of the group, it’s dangerous out there.

𝟑 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 – Sure there might be spiders and centaurs, along with who knows what else, but you can’t deny how private the forest is, and how easy it is to steal away behind a tree with that certain somebody.

𝟒 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅/𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 – Maybe you’re after some extra credit, or just trying to suck up to a professor, heck, maybe you’re a professor trying to date a professor, or maybe it’s a full moon and you’re after some Fluxweed, either way, better be quick about it!

𝟓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔! – Death Eaters in the castle! Drama in Ravenclaw Tower! A Professor turned evil! An emotional exit and storming off turned cataclysmic! Dragons! Something serious has happened to bring you to the forest today!

𝟔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 – A Rite of Passage? Or maybe you lost a bet or ran your mouth too much for too long. Whatever happened it’s time to put up or shut up and gain bragging rights for the rest of the term.

𝟕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆! – Whatever it was you were just doing, it’s time to get away, and what better way to make sure your retreat is covered than to cut a path through the Forbidden Forest?

𝟖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒉𝒊𝒌𝒆 – You don’t get why everyone thinks this place is dangerous, you love coming to the forest for some fresh air and creature spotting/hiking/bird watching.

𝟗 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇/𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 – Exactly what it says on the tin.

𝟏𝟎 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅! – Go wild! Live your life!

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neville longbottom

[nev]

bill weasley

[raresteaks]

i heard you were curious about a nine so let's give it a nine

[reparo]

Pop!

It's the sound the air makes, when Hermione is Portkeyed into the middle of a dense, old forest that night. It's late, and the full moon is high in the sky, and the forest is quiet. She should be at a fancy dress party, mingling with fellow colleagues at the Ministry, trying to make nice with them before the inevitable annoyed headache kicks in. She should not be in a forest that feels almost familiar, with a now-broken Portkey that should have been a goblet of wine, not adventure.

To top it all off, she should not be wearing fancy dress for this. Luckily, her wand is in its holster on her arm, so she should be able to Apparate soon, as soon as she figures out where she is.

And that's when she hears it - the howl. The full moon, the howl, and her, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood, off the trodden path, at night.

"Whose barmy idea was this?!"

fleur delacour does not do rolling dice - it's #3

[beaubaton]

They've been working together on repairing the guardian statues that keep Hogwarts safe under duress for about seven hours now, but with this last spell, she thinks that they are done. Fleur is exhausted - then again, everyone is, after the war, and most of all, she assumes, the young man standing next to her. It has been a horrible and difficult month; after the funerals, came the time to deal with the school that had served as home to many, and battlefield to the final stand against Voldemort.

Gringotts offered up its best Curse Breakers. The Order sent its standing members back. And in two cases, this was a two-birds-one-stone solution.

Given their expertise, repairing wards has been their task, while others have worked on cleaning. It's gruesome work, requiring much concentration and depleting at the end of the day. But with today's final spells, she thinks, they're done. Hogwarts is hidden again, and she is safe.

And Fleur Delacour is, to put it mildly, itchy. It might have to do entirely with the fact that rebuilding wards has required a lot of magic-sharing, and she has been in very, very close contact with William, far more than they've allowed themselves until this point. She's had him in her head. Hell - she's felt the way something darker lingers under the surface of his psyche, as a result of the vicious attack he suffered last year. (Her fault - she was his partner, she should have been faster with the wand, should have killed Greyback.)

She stretches, trying to shake off the soreness of her everything, and throws another glance at Bill before her decision is made. "Come on," she declares, stubbornly, "We're taking a walk." And with that, she turns around and walks into the forest. He's her partner - or was? Who knows if the Order will disolve - so she trusts he will follow.

lily evans

[lancifolium]

listen i had a great idea

[reparo]

The whole thing starts because a game gives Hermione an inspired idea. They are studying for the exams at the end of sixth year, occupying the floor in front of the fireplace, books spread out everywhere, when the Marauders come in from outside. It's six in the morning if it is that, and they're the kind of boys who sleep over usually. That day, they trudge in, all four, with Remus walking in the middle, Sirius' arm over his shoulder. They don't notice the two girls studying in the Common Room, and to be fair, Lily and Hermione wouldn't have normally noticed anyone else when entangled in books, but that day is special.

Hermione's long suspected that Remus had a furry little problem, since stumbling onto the chapter about werewolves in the Library in her fourth year. But now that she looks at the Marauders, at how altogether unbitten they are, she realises that they must be giving Remus' werewolf something like protection, on the full moon nights.

"We should try to become animagi," she tells Lily after the boys have vacated the Common Room, none the wiser to them.

The justification is simple: there is a war brewing, and pureblooded prejudice is becoming more and more intolerable, and if the war breaks they will attack muggleborns first. Which her and Lily both are. "But if we're unregistered, we can stand a better chance of making a run for it. Or we just clawing them open - I'm hoping I'm a bear."

It takes the summer, and half of next year, for them to complete the studies, brew the potions and finish the rituals.

On Imbolc night, they're in the Forbidden Forest after dark, all the lines and circles drawn, the candles lit. They've set it up outside of the Centaurs' turf, and away from the spiders. At best, they'll run into some deer or actual wolves they can just chase away with some spells. Actually, at best they run into no-one and successfully become Animagi.

"Alright - ready, Lily?"

2, but twist is, Harry is the teacher

[baby_deer]

On one hand, Harry is quite glad to be getting out of the castle this weekend. He knows that he doesn't catch up with his mom often enough, mostly because they're both busy and life is life, so he is genuinely looking forward to this dinner at her place. They've had it planned for two weeks. He wants to check up on her, and just spend some time together.

On the other hand, he has a massive bruise on his face, and no glamours or bruise removal pastes are helping. Truth is, he looks like he got into a fight with the wrong centaur, mostly because he did, and he is very much not looking forward to answering his mother's questions about it. The second he scheduled that detention for seventh-year Gryffindors in the Forest, he should have known things would go wrong. Things like that usually do.

But cancelling now would be even more suspicious, as would unusually large sunglasses, so Harry decides to do the brazen thing: just waltz into his mom's place with his bruises in plain view, and act like everything is perfectly normal.

"Hi mom! I brought you that book from the school library you were asking for."

harry potter (au / canon upon request)

[coreofaphoenix]

[lumenrelegandus]

[ooc: Care for an 8? Or a 2 that they turn into an 8 anyway?]

hermione "traumatised camper" granger

[reparo]

I rolled 4 and am rolling with it

[plantdad]

A letter carried into Hermione's home by one of Hogwarts owls:

Hi Hermione,

I'm sorry for the last minute request, but, well. This is a bit awkward. Purple witch hazel in my greenhouse decided get eaten by parasites, and I don't have any left. I need to go into the Forest and pick up some seeds in the wild, but you know purple witch hazel. It really doesn't take to blokes. I'm pretty sure the one in the greenhouse died just to spite me, because it was mad Professor Sprout left. I know this is a lot, and you're probably very busy, but would you be able to please come over this weekend, or Friday evening, or something, and help me harvest? I wouldn't be asking, but most teachers aren't back from their summer vacation yet, and I'm pretty sure that thing is going to bite my hand off if I try to pick it. Please?

I offer dinner and a book of your choice in exchange. Also my eternal gratitude. Can you let me know by return owl if you'd be able to help?

Sorry once again for asking,
Neville

i also had an idea. 6 with 1 potential but you know i am down to clown

[lancifolium]

"They're just so bloody thick!" Lily exclaimed in exasperation as she looked over the childish map they'd been given by one, horrible Sirius Black with the route to the old Caretaker's shack that lay deep in the forest. Thankfully it wasn't so deep that it hinged on centaur territory, but it was certainly closer than Lily would have liked it to be.

But that wasn't the point. The point was that she was sick and tired of hearing about the trials and challenges of the woods, and figured if she and Hermione bested whatever was out there, making the long walk from the boarded-up hut and back again, bringing one of the unusually colored stones from the garden as proof, maybe they could both get some peace and quiet.

"I've half a mind to spend the night out there, so they stop acting as though they've invented stupid deeds personally."

Care for anything except 3?

[lumenrelegandus]

sirius black

[canemstellam]

[here for it all. it's Sirius so naturally.]

4 but we live under the threat of 3 at all times

[lancifolium]

Professor Slughorn was almost always to blame for these odd little errands, this time fueled by the news that a large spider had passed away on the western side of the forest. Horace was keen to collect the venom and Lily was keen to continue to be in the good graces of her favorite professor, visions of recommendation letters for her postschool career dancing in her ambitious head.

It didn't hurt that it was nice to have an excuse to be out of the castle and in the sunshine either, though she hadn't exactly anticipated having company for it.

Lily wasn't going to think about this too deeply. She refused to let her mind latch onto the almost criminally befuddling idea that Sirius had elected to come along with her and she had not objected. She voiced no issue while they left the castle, nor had she tried to dismiss him as they descended past Hagrid's hut and through the first line of trees.

In fact, she'd stayed so quiet that when she finally spoke, she surprised herself slightly. "If you're coming then you're doing the disgusting bits," and it should come as no surprise when it came to harvesting venom from a dead spider - it was all the disgusting bit.

Maybe they would get lucky and be unable to find the poor thing.

Ginny Weasley

[fireofheart]

james potter aka the most majestic and handsome stag

[pronged]

I think this is closest to 6

[noble_bark]

"Prongs, hypothetically... Just hypothetically, mind you. How bad an idea would it be if we started spreading a rumor that it's Gryffindor tradition to sneak out of the Tower at night and try to piss a lion shape in the snow on that little clearing close to where the acromantulas live in the Forest?"

Remus Lupin (Marauder-era)

[timenssecundus]

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…

[Am also here for prompts other than #9 ^_^ All of the above!]

[lancifolium]

[ that one idea we tossed around, or something else oooor anything? ]

Remus Lupin (Trio-era)

[lumenrelegandus]

Narcissa Black

[amaryllid]

[ooc: let's make her school-age for this one. Bwahahahaha…]

Andromeda Black/Tonks

[dromedablack]

Sirius Black

[noble_bark]

[can be school age or adult]

Here's an 8, but literally any of them? (Including 3)

[lumenrelegandus]

[OOC: I have both school-age and adult Lupin journals, as well! ^_^ My initial thought (below) is adult, but can always switch it up…?
IC:]

"Really never thought we'd be doing this again," murmured Remus, eyes still everywhere except on Sirius. He was overcorrecting—making sure he didn't uncomfortably stare. He was also trying to convince his brain that Sirius wouldn't vanish just because Remus looked away. He'd spent years trying to convince himself Sirius was dead, since he could never quite convince himself that Sirius was guilty but having to move on somehow. This restoration was still a miracle. "Nice not to have to be ducking professors while we're at it." …Though of course they did because Sirius was a convict…

Sirius had been going so stir-crazy at No. 12; ironically, the Forbidden Forest was probably the safest place to stretch their legs. If anybody actually was around and tried to catch them, Sirius's and Remus's superior knowledge of the forest gave them the advantage. Plus, if Sirius literally blew No. 12 up in his cabin fever, it'd be more traceable anyway.

Neville Longbottom

[plantdad]

[student or professor]

tony stark

[vanity_fair]

( Taking Muggle Studies this year? Cool. Following a long series of lessons in muggle-style survival techniques, the midterm exam with Professor Stark is a weekend of (mostly) magic-free camping in the FF. Wards border the perimeter of camp, just to keep any unfriendly creatures out, and wands are expected to be left in student (and any chaperoning teachers') rucksacks until Sunday afternoon.

Otherwise, all options are good, I'm easy. )

she's gonna ACE this

[reparo]

After last year spent in that tent, Apparating all over England, and ruining every childhood favourite camping spot because she now relates them to her year on the run with Harry and Ron, this is a reprieve.

It's rather nice to just heat up a mug of cocoa on a burner, instead of with a spell, and it reminds her of...just going camping with her dad.

Also, if she's fairly honest, she is pettily enjoying watching her classmates fumble over muggle habits without wands. Someone's honestly about to have a meltdown over not knowing how to light matches manually, and Hermione hides her smile and walks to the edge of the camping site to inspect the wards again. Professor Stark is fine at them, really, but it's a force of habit now.

John Constantine

[inconstantly]

[Please indicate if you want student or adult! The adult version will probably be investigating a case in the forest. The student is just here for hijinks.]