Bitten by a Wizard?[Crossover] [Open]

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"You took my hand and..."

Jasper Hale

" For the first time...I felt hope."

Jasper waited impatiently outside the doors of the Grand Hall. He had been trying to keep his family's emotions under control, especially Emmett and Rosalie, who still were having a difficult time not trying to kill one another. Edward was lost—almost like a sad puppy. Alice was her usual self but of course nothing was the same.

Not since they got here, to Hogwarts. He loved Alice with his immortal soul, if he even had one. The key word being 'loved' at this very second, it brought him physical pain to even glance at the petite woman. He kept an aura of calm around the family knowing that this journey to get home would be tough. Esme was probably out of her mind with worry for her children. The headmaster mentioned that they should be able to connect with their 'parent's via owl letters.

Jasper still had the letter from the headmaster in his pocket. Each Cullen member had one.

To the newest arrivals of our school,
You have been sorted to a different house, check the colors of your uniforms. My colleges and I will be working to the best of our ability to find a way home for you along with a reason as to why you were brought here. These are dark times...keep each other safe.
Although this is the magical world and we acknowledge creatures like werewolves and vampires, they are still feared. Most vampires reside with the darker side of our society. Working for the dark lord or working alone for their own selfish desires.

Do not under any circumstance reveal what you are. The Ministry could shut down the school and even put you under arrest—they're quick to assume people are spies. You will not be able to do spells—that is why we have charmed your wands. You will not being doing the magic, the wands will. They are also bound, so no hexing or cursing spells can be cast with them. Unless of course, I revoked the charm...and I would only do that under serious conditions. You may hunt but do not kill any magical creatures in the forbidden forest. I suggest venturing deep but be careful—I do not know what lurks those woods.

You all have your schedules and I have done my best to make sure you shared most of your classes. I wouldn't want to tear a family apart. I will reach you if I find out any information about your bonds of love being broken and it might help to wander into the Library every now and again.

Sincerely,
Hogwarts Headmaster

Jasper made sure his breathing was normal and calm. The Grand Hall opened its doors and as if on cue, he walked in with the rest of his family, splitting apart to their tables. Every eye was on them, he could feel and almost taste the pumping hearts of each and every student. Jasper took his seat on the bench and held his breath, luckily his appearance was intimidating so no one looked at him. But he could feel their anxious emotions buzzing around the room. It almost made him dizzy.

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Edward Cullen

The pale individual known as Edward walked slowly up the path of Hogwarts; his right hand was in the pocket of his uniform pants while his free hand held his new schedule, his golden eyes drifted back and forth across the page, he did his best to take a mental picture of the list; so he would know where he was going. He placed the schedule into his jacket pocket and placed the hand in his pants pocket. He looked on forward to the entrance, which was not far from his self, he noticed Jasper waiting rather impatiently, without a word he shrugged his shoulders lightly, as a human would do out of anxiousness.

He pushed some of his hair out of his face before making his way into the now opening doors, he followed the group in, careful to bump into anyone, he stayed next to his family; not saying a word. Edward watched as others began sitting down at separate tables. He did his best to ignore the eyes that were now focused on him and his family, he crossed his arms under his chest in a relaxing manor.


( Sorry for the small post and rather big picture, It's a work in progress. )

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»»» Alice had not been there last night at the dinner or anything- she was really just in the Headmasters office. Going over things.. The little pixie girl awoke in the dorm room- bored. There was not much to do.. But for sure- she had a premonition that she seemed to dwell upon the night before. A battle. A large battle. It was not much- it seemed to be in the very distant, far away future.. But there was a man fighting a boy. The boy had very dark black hair, and it seemed to be stunning emerald eyes... Alice usually got sidetracked and wondered if he smelled good, like Bella. Bella was amazingly pretty- and this boy seemed to be.. Handsome? His glasses covered his face. Then, the man.. He was skeletal- freaky looking. Slit type eyes and snake like holes on his face for a nose.. He looked like a snake! The two were battling.. But thats all Alice saw. The two figures and the fire around them. ALice seemed to have stopped there when she was thinking- because no one was in the dorm. Alice smiled, then walked over to the chest. In no way was she wearing the uniform- it made her feel limited.

The outfit was very.. Different from the uniform. The white button up has chiffon ruffles, her skirt was a more metallic black, the tie was the uniform Ravenclaw tie, and the boots.. ell, they were purple and knee-highs. Alice did her makeup, and then put on a gold set of jewelry- bangles, necklaces, earrings.. And such. Alice then pulled out a letter from the Headmaster.

To the newest arrivals of our school,
You have been sorted to a different house, check the colors of your uniforms. My colleges and I will be working to the best of our ability to find a way home for you along with a reason as to why you were brought here. These are dark times...keep each other safe.
Although this is the magical world and we acknowledge creatures like werewolves and vampires, they are still feared. Most vampires reside with the darker side of our society. Working for the dark lord or working alone for their own selfish desires.

Do not under any circumstance reveal what you are. The Ministry could shut down the school and even put you under arrest—they're quick to assume people are spies. You will not be able to do spells—that is why we have charmed your wands. You will not being doing the magic, the wands will. They are also bound, so no hexing or cursing spells can be cast with them. Unless of course, I revoked the charm...and I would only do that under serious conditions. You may hunt but do not kill any magical creatures in the forbidden forest. I suggest venturing deep but be careful—I do not know what lurks those woods.

You all have your schedules and I have done my best to make sure you shared most of your classes. I wouldn't want to tear a family apart. I will reach you if I find out any information about your bonds of love being broken and it might help to wander into the Library every now and again.

Sincerely,
Hogwarts Headmaster

Alice smiled and folded it, then stuck her wand into her boot. SHe pulled a black cloak on, it was like the cloak from little red riding hood. Alice smirked- walking to her black leather messenger bag, and 'dancing' out of the common room. The boys stared in awe- and the girls just plain stared. This was the first time the students would see her. Alice 'danced' through the halls- it was just how she walked.. So gracefully that she was dancing.. For a short little girl. Alice caught up to Edward, not looking to Jasper, then skipping inside of the Great Hall- but what was so great about it? Alice sat at her designated table- smelling everything.. Wow. A few girls began to chat with Alice, so she happily talked back..

Even if she wasn't so happy.
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[Cup Cakes With Fish]

xxxxxSketching :: A Raven
xxxxxxCraving :: Raw Mushrooms
xxxxxxxDoing :: Looking For A Certain Someone
xxxxxxxxFeeling :: Curious

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Arron Lucian Marcello White

Arron tore his gaze from the raven he was sketching as the doors to the Great Hall opened. The new batch of students were entering. They were such an interesting group. While only three were Cullen siblings, and the other two were Hale's, they all looked related. Perhaps distantly? He ran a hand through his hair as he did when he was thinking.

His gray eyes skirted over the big brute, a shiver running up his spine. The moody blond was slightly scary, like he was paranoid or something, eyes flitting around the room like that. The girl beside him, a Hale, was pretty, but in a supermodel way that made her unattractive to him. The bronze haired male was focused on his table, Hufflepuff, and apprently not willing to meet anyones eye. But when the one he was looking for skipped in, his heart missed a beat.

Alice Cullen, petite and adorable. Such a unique person, completely different from her siblings, and every girl he had ever met. He was already working on a sketch of her angelic face, and he flipped to that page in his sketchbook in a hurry. "I wish I could get her to model for me." he murmured to himself. Then the almost photograph like picture would be finished. Of course, getting a model would mean that he'd have to scrape up the courage to talk to her. "Life is complicated."

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»»» Alice smiled at everyone, giggling already. People seemed to be very nice here- unfortunately her family was very quiet.. They seemed to be keeping to themselves. Alice then looked over to see a boy- was this the Arron some girls craved? Alice smirked- he didn't seem all so amazing. "Uhm.. May someone tell me what the deal about this Arron boy?" Alice asked with the most graceful curiosity in her voice. "Oh- many girls love him because of the ay he is. He is quiet- likes to sketch.

"Its very funny in my eyes- that so many Ravenclaw girls obsess over him.. Then again- he is pretty hot." Alice smiled gracefully. "I see. Well, to me its whats inside the person- not outside. You know..? Do you want to go do something? I am very bored.. Oh but then again its the morning. I will see you all later! I want to talk to this boy." Alice 'danced' over to the boy with a smile. As she did- she was going slowly.. Being very far from him.

The boy was blonde.. A very nice blue eyes. Not amazing, for the fact that there were only a few vampires in the world with piercing blue eyes. So it didn't amaze Alice- looking at him. He seemed to be sketching- every once in a while looking at her. Alice smiled and finally reached the boy. She smiled to him happily. "Hello! I'm Alice Cullen! Are you the Arron people speak of?" Alice seriously made the whole 'speak of' thing up when talking to people.. She knew many of them from premonitions already.

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[Cup Cakes With Fish]

xxxxxSketching :: A Raven
xxxxxxCraving :: Raw Mushrooms
xxxxxxxDoing :: Looking For A Certain Someone
xxxxxxxxFeeling :: Curious

xxxxxSketchyㄨMusicalㄨPoetic Wonderboy ::xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

A R R O N ㄨ L u c i a n ㄨ M a r c e l l o ㄨ W H I T E

Arron looked up as he was about to sketch her eyes, and just about fainted. Alice was standing right in front of him, head tipped quizzically, angelic smile plain on her face. He almost didn't catch what she said, but composed himself enough to answer. "If 'they' mean the one who likes to sketch, then yes." he said carefully, trying to cover up the sketch before she could see it. It would not do to have her think he was a stalker.

But, she was looking at it. A light flush spread across his cheeks. "Don't think wrong of me. I was just looking for something, er, someone, to draw, and you popped up like an answer to my prayers. I was having the worst day, everything I drew came out wrong. But when I started yours, it was perfect. A good liking to you, I think, but it's hard to draw a moving target." His cheeks darkened, but he couldn't move his soft gray eyes from her. He raised his hands, pencil tucked behind his ear. "I'm not a stalker, I just have a fine appreciation for the arts." And you, he added inwardly, running a hand through his unmanageable hair.

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☆Harry James Potter☆
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So many gone…

The Great Hall was abuzz with conversation like usual, but there was a shadow cast across the four tables. No one House had been affected more than the others. Surprisingly, Slytherin seemed to have suffered the greatest loss, although that was probably because they’d all gone and joined their Death Eater parents. The stretches of empty seats were unsettling to Harry as he sat at the Gryffindor table. His plate was empty; he hadn’t even filled it to pretend he was going to eat. Who was he fooling? Harry knew Hermione was worried about him – she’d been shooting him trademark looks all during breakfast. Ron sat silently at his side, plate not as full as it usually was either. Harry was grateful for his friends’ silence. He didn’t think he could bear to make even idle conversation right now.

So many gone…

So many students had not returned. After the events atop the astronomy tower a few months previous, they had no reason to. Hogwarts was not safe anymore without Dumbledore. For what seemed like the thousandth time that morning, Harry looked hopefully up at the professor’s table, wishing desperately that his gaze would be met by twinkling blue eyes framed by half-moon spectacles. But, as Harry expected, this was not the case. Professor McGonagall caught his wishful stare and matched it with a mournful one of her own. Harry turned back to his plate, head bowed. Dumbledore was still gone, and Voldemort was out there somewhere, and Harry was stuck at school feeling more helpless than he had even atop the Astronomy tower – prisoner to Dumbledore’s spell.

So many gone…

And Harry should be one if them! He should be out there, fighting the Dark Lord, but instead he was stuck at Hogwarts – a place he once considered an escape. So many students gone, but how many were gone for good?

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" And so the lion fell in love with the lamb… "

Edward sat in his seat as his family entered, his golden eyes were still drifting along the walls of the rather big room he was sat in the center of. He only sat on the seat for a short while before standing up, he couldn't piece together all of things that have been going on lately; plus he had to worry about other Vampires? He let his arms drop to his sides as he gracefully stepped through the crowd of newly arrived Hogwarts students, not knocking shoulders with anyone, he made his way out of the group and over to the entrance, which he would be using as an exit.

Edward just needed a place to relax for a moment and mentally prepare himself for what was ahead, this was a bit different than switching schools like the Cullens had always done, the headmaster acknowledged the existence of non-human creatures and had actually warned them about ' evil ' Vampires, he stepped gracefully down a couple steps of the entrance, making his way down to a bench, he sat himself down and examined the clouded sky, he let out a sigh. It was a relief not to be crowed as he was previously. He leaned his head back and continued to look at the sky. He stayed silent.


( Still getting things sorted out with the whole posting pictures and things.. )

" Your hold is permanent and unbreakable. Never doubt that. "

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»»» Alice smiled lightly. This boy seemed very- well as if people got a bit wierded out by him or something. "Oh- I believe you. I don't think you are a stalker- sometimes I forget the definition of the word. Sketching is amazingly fun- you are good at it too. I am going to go socialize more- being as I am new. Thank you for showing me that- when you finish show it to me, I would really like it." Alice said as she gracefully danced away, not too fast but not too slow. A fast walking pace.. But to her it was moving like a slug. She turned her head an immediately saw a flash of jet black hair- pretty eyes too. They were surprising- because he obviously was not a vampire. "He has amazing eyes for a mortal- its wierd." Alice looked up to the old woman from last night. "Uh.. Is this my schedule?" Alice asked as she was handed a letter.

"Yes Alice. And I am Professor McGonagall, we did not meet formally before for the fact you spent most of your time in the HEadmasters office. I will see you soon on." Alice smiled and walked away, looking around. People looked to her a lot- luckily she was not interested in entertainging with her looks. SOme looked away as if Alice would find it wierd- but truth was, even the people she went to high school with still stared at her like that. As if they were in a trance.

Alice looked to the Gryffindor table. She saw the jet black haired boy.. Harry Potter was it? Some girls looked to him as if they were enchanted with his looks. Alice seemed to want to know him- he seemed important.. But downcast. People looked to her- and some boy came up to her.. He was a Slytherin. And many people seemed to glare at him. He was chubby some and very wierd looking.. And Alice was not in the mood for people like that. "Hey babe.. Want some guy like me to show you around the place? You could repay me back later." The short little pixie girl stared as many others did too. "Hmph. You are despised by many, you look like you eat every secoond of your life.. And you sort of freak me out by your forwardness.. As you see my family and I.. We are not so happy. Nor am I. Please go back to your little table and talk quietly- trying to be evil and all.." Alice 'danced' away, as people laughed at the boy as he yelled shut up. No- it was not one of those wierd, annoying scenes where everyone was watching- but one where random people laughed.. Alice went to the Gryffindor table, to the jet black haired boy. "Uhm.. I am sorry to bother you- but your aur- I mean you seem to be one of the nicest people here by the way people talk about you... I have advanced potions first- can you show me where it is?" Some boys and girls at the table looked to Alice in funny gazes, but her focus was fixed on Harry. "I'm Alice Cullen by the way."

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[Cup Cakes With Fish]

xxxxxSketching :: Alice Cullen
xxxxxxCraving :: For Once, Attention
xxxxxxxDoing :: Putting His Foot In His Mouth
xxxxxxxxFeeling :: Curious

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A R R O N ㄨ L u c i a n ㄨ M a r c e l l o ㄨ W H I T E

In awe of her grace, it took him a moment to realize she was gone, and that he was gaping. Snapping his jaw shut, he scanned the room with his gray eyes. It was the only part of himself he was really comfortable with. Gray eyes with a navy peripheral and gold around the pupil. Now that I think about it, my gold is just like hers. How curious.

He swiveled in his seat with a sigh, and noticed the paranoid blond sitting at the Hufflepuff table. Same gold eyes, but his were colder. Untrusting, to say the least. Looked like someone with a scarred past. A pity he was sitting alone. Then, Arron Lucian Marcello White did something no one had ever seen him do before. His tall, lanky form rose out of the seat that practically had his name on it, walked silently over to the Hufflepuff table, and sat down. Right beside the new boy.

"Hello." he said, flashing a brilliant, welcoming smile. Up close, the boy was really good looking. Curiouser and curiouser. "I'm Arron, Ravenclaw. You and your sister are among the new arrivals am I right?" The boy ruffled his light brown-blond hairHe extended his artistic hand to the boy in a friendly manner. "I'm an artist, I sketch." He nodded to his open sketchbook on the table beside his elbow, with the picture of Alice staring at both of them with warm eyes.

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Emmett grumbled a bit. He hated his House. Those who had bothered to introduce themselves to him had given him the impression that they felt they were better than everyone else. He wasn't evil, like the Slytherins everyone talked about. 'Such anger! Slytherin!' the sorting hat had shouted at him in that old guys office. The fact that it had sung a crazy song at them was bad enough, but the fact that he thought he might have headlice was even worse. Not that headlice could live on a vampire scalp. It was just the thought, the principal of it all. And the color green! How ugly was it? Why couldn't he have a nice blue like Alice, or a nice, deep red like his Off-road baby back home in Forks that the Gryfindors had. Or even a Ferrari yellow, like Hufflepuff.

Hufflepuff. The name made him realize that though he hated his House, even moreso, he missed Rosalie, in a strange, impossible, infuriating way. He longed to be near her. Yet when he was he would like nothing more than to be a thousand miles away. He both loved and loathed her. It made absolutely no sense. It was a puzzle that he doubted even one of those Ravenclaw students could solve. That he doubted even Edward and Alice combined could solve.

A short, crazy eyed girl with long black hair ran into his marble-esk back. She had been running full force and had as such ran into the vampires solid, solid figure full force. 'An object in motion stays in motion' he thought. If there was one thing to be said for going though high-school a bazillion times, it was that you learned the material. And you learned it damn well.

"I'm-- Er-- Sorry" she said, gathering the pen she had been holding and the books she had drooped. She was terrified of him. 'As she should be' Emmett thought with a mental shrug. He would have offered to help her gather her things, but the girl had gathered her things at a speed even Edward might not have been able to match.

Emmett inwardly shrugged, resisting what little rage the girls stunt had caused him. There were students, real students all around him. Hustling somewhere unknown. He would have to follow them, be a lamb. Something that had to be worse than arguing with Rosalie. But he'd have to do it if he wanted to blend in. He shuffled forward, into the crowd. It was moving at a leisurely pace, everyone including himself, dressed in long, flowing robes. The groups that walked close to each others usually had the same insignias, he saw two major colors, his own ugly green and another that he couldn't see, mostly because he didn't want to look like a creep for stareing at one of the girls chests, and the boys were angled towards each other. The other two houses must have been on the other side of the school.

'Yuk yuk yuk,' he thought, 'we all look like snuggie cult. Or, the way everyone's such a plucky a** chicken, a cult on its way to see what the Magic Koo-laid everyone's speaks so highly of tastes like.'. He inwardly laughed at his sarcasm. If he had actually done it out loud, he would no doubt have been labeled as the crazy kid with weird eyes.

Suddenly, something appeared in front of him. It was pale blue and wore a pointy hat with wicked black eyes. "I'VE GOT YER' CRONK!" it shouted, grabbing Emmett's nose.

"What the ********?!" Emmett shouted, taking a swing. A true blue, punch a hole through a wall, vampire swing.

Emmett smiled as he heard the pleasing crunch of something solid -hopefully bone- and a cry of pain as he made contact. He had closed his eyes for a split second before his fist had made contact, and now, when he opened his eyes, he was devastated. He had not hit his intended target, who ever and whatever the hell it was. He had hit that poor, innocent, bookish girl that had run into him earlier. The poor thing was letting out inaudible cries of pain and misery. Her face looked like it had been hit with a sledge hammer, her nose in an impossible place. Blood dripping from it, and from her left ear. Both of her eyes were already black, and her lips were five times normal size. Though she was in sorry condition, Emmett knew that she was lucky to be alive.

There was a hush among the throng of students. Before Emmett was able to piece together what he had done, an elderly woman dressed in red arrived to the girls rescue. She wore what Emmett assumed to be a nurses and a nuns hat smashed together. She was also sporting an apron. After inspecting the girl and having a few students load her onto a stretcher, she spun around angrily at Emmett, who jumped back an almost inhuman distance. She pulled him down to her height by the ear, and scolded him like he'd just killed someone. Scratch that, as he may just very well have. He was certain he was going to be expelled and made to fend for himself.

"It was Peeves." Someone shouted from the back of the crowd that had somehow formed in just a few seconds. Several people shouted the same thing in agreement. 'Who the hell is Peeves?' Emmett thought angrily, 'And why was he not mentioned in the letter that old guy gave me?'. The Elderly woman blinked, sneered at Emmett, and ordered someone to help her get the girl to the infirmary. Emmett volunteered but the elderly woman and the girl, but she ordered him never to come near her infirmary. Ever. Emmett wondered how serious that threat was, and stood frozen, anger boiling through his veins as the crowd began to dissipate.

He stood there a good while, then followed the crowd gingerly, about twenty paces behind the last straggler. A group slowed down and was able to walk with him. There were five or six kids who looked about his age. Not his real age of course, but 17 or so. "What do you want?" Emmett grunted, wanting to throw something, or someone, into a wall. But he had to keep what little cool he had intact, or the world as he knew it might very well end.

"We heard what you did to that Mudblood." A red haired girl with an incredibly high pitch voice volunteered.
"Real class stuff." Another girl, who looked incredibly smiler to the first added.
"Your parents followers of," a boy in black hair said, looking around, he continued with a whisper that Emmett doubted a human could hear "You-know-who?" All of the groups eyes sparked for a moment as the boy breathed the words.

"I don't know what your talking about." Emmett growled. Were these kids being sarcastic? What the hell was a mudblood? Who was so important that you can't even say their name? He picked up his pace, he didn't feel like talking to stupid teenagers who idolize someone who's name they can't even speak.

He stood with his family at the dining hall doors for a split second before they opened. As they walked in, Emmett hung back. He didn't feel like attracting the attention of everyone in the room, though he no doubt would. The beauty of his family alone would make the entire hall stare. Couple that with the fact that he had just put someone in the infirmary, and you've got the stuff tabloids are made of.

"Here goes nothing." he mumbled under his breath in a tone so low only a vampire could hear it, his head down, his eyes on the wooden floor of the long room. He walked forward with the rest of his family.

|Haha, oh Peeves, wait till' the Bloody Baron gets'a hold of you for messing with one of his house's students. Anyhow, better late than never I suppose. Here's to writing long intros! The fancy post style is a work in progress. I mean a HUGE work in progress. I really wanted to post this before we all got too far along. Which'll be happening really soon, it it hasn't happened already.|

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•" And so the lion fell in love with the lamb… "

Edward's thinking time was over within a couple of minutes, he chose not to think much more about the past, only to look forward, ready for the future. His liquid golden eyes slowly opened, not many people were left around the entrance, the few that were around made there way inside, the tails of their cloaks dragged over the stone stairs as they made there way down the hall and to where the different houses were sitting. Edward looked around before pushing himself off of the bench and walking gracefully and quickly up the stairs; his hands were idly in his cloak pockets as he continued on down the hallway and along to the other students, instead of sitting down at a table he would just stand still by the large door that lead to the room with many tables; his eyes were picking out each member of his Family, he noticed Jasper, who had some student come his way, Edward would keep that in mind, his eyes dropped from Jasper and went over and picked out Emmet, who was just standing on the other side of the door, just across from him. Emmet seemed troubled by something. He took a step forward and spoke to him in a low voice. " I hear you're not having the- greatest time here.. " He turned his head over to the tables, not looking at Emmet as he spoke.

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He listened to the other peoples thoughts, they were speaking of some ' brute ' walking around and punching someone, he let out a sigh and pushed some of his hair out of his vision. He leaned back against the door frame and would watch the group some more, the thoughts were mostly about the group of odd newcomers; it didn't bother Edward in the slightest, he had been through it before.

•" Your hold is permanent and unbreakable. Never doubt that. "

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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXHermione J. Granger
❝Because not all of us have the emotional range of a teaspoon❞

lost in this world, I even get lost in this song
and when the lights go down
that is where I'll be found
this music's irresistible
your voice makes my skin crawl
innocent and pure, I guess you heard it all before
mister inaccessible, will this ever change
one thing that remains the same
you're still a picture in a frame
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Dark brown eyes shot open, a jolt rushing through the body of a young woman and doing nothing more than waking up her senses to the time of day. Day two of the Hogwarts experience, meaning classes began shortly after breakfast that morning. The same petite figure groaned as she rolled beneath the quilt she’d taken from home, inhaling deeply to grasp the scent of home. Cinnamon, sweets and dogs-oddly enough-filled her nostrils and allowing her senses to become that much more adapted to her surroundings. Hermione Granger looked up at the charmed canopy that had been draped over her bed; this year’s theme seemed to be starry night. Last year’s was a bit creepier, it was moonlight, something that she’d always associated with the dangers of their fifth year…despite how hard she tried to push this from her mind. But, this didn’t last long nor did she dwell on the thought, as soon as her foot separated the furthest slit to allow outside light in, the illusion disappeared and revealed a much brighter dorm. ‘Mione used her abdominal muscles (or lack there of, just don’t tell HER that) to raise herself into a seated position, her exposed arms stretching upwards until the nice cracking of her spine echoed throughout the quiet space. It looked like she was the only one up, and yet she was the only one to refrain from making any noises. Someone snored loudly on her right, others tossed and turned, and some beds-which were abandoned by their owner for their own homes-creaked and moaned with the cold.

The young bushy haired brunette brushed back her frizzy locks, pulling on her robes and walking away from the dorm allowing the two to take their nap. Besides, who was she to interrupt that when they hadn’t done the same for her? Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, walking down the spiral staircase to the Gryffindor common room, careful not to attract any unwanted attention upon her arrival. Good, it looked like no one was there. From here she made her way down to the Great Hall where, as expected, both Harry and Ron were seated at the Gryffindor table. She joined them with a small good morning, flashing each a sleepy smile before taking her own spot and leaning forwards. Hermione had nearly forgotten about the book she’d brought down with, setting it to the side of her hip before turning to watch her two close friends carefully-avoiding eye contact if it were possible.

Harry still wasn’t eating and Hermione was too focused on his inability to chow down to pay much mind about her own neglected plate. He caught her concerned glance and instantly her brown eyes settled on the decorative stand up ahead where McGonagall had stood the night before. There was an excited buzz amongst the students this morning, the young woman only able to catch a few of their words every now and then. It was something about a new family inside the walls of Hogwarts, a beautiful family if she over heard one fifth year’s comment correctly. While it was something different, the news did nothing to satisfy Hermione’s need to keep her mind preoccupied, it was just mindless chit chat fluttering about the long table. As if she needed to find a reason, a book appeared from her lap and up onto the wooden slab, ignoring the expected rolled eyes of a mister Ronald Weasley to her right. Everyone had their own personal way of mourning, Harry stared off in deep thought, Ron ate, Hermione engorged herself with books-hiding her nose behind one of the many pages offered.

So much had gone wrong in the past few years, and yet they were still stuck inside these stone walls just waiting for the worst possible outcome to become the ONLY possible outcome. Hermione shut the book, interrupting the nagging silence that fluttered about her ears. “Harry, I know that you’re worried and upset, and I understand that you probably don’t want to hear this from me-but you need to eat.” It wasn’t considered nagging until she had to say it twice, Hermione reminded herself, placing a calm hand down on one of his own in a friendly gesture. “Don’t punish yourself.” Her voice remained smooth and understanding, very mature as she stared across the table at her best friend. To see either Harry or Ron upset over the upcoming days, it just killed her inside. They were her drive to continue reading, really, maybe there was an answer hidden deep within these damned books. With a quick jerk of her arm, her hand was pulled away from Harry’s and landed soundly in her lap.

Yet another hush wiped over their part of the Gryffindor table, Hermione rolling her eyes once she discovered the reason behind it. What everyone seemed to be focused on-despite the three teenagers sitting together and possibly a few professors-the ‘Cullens’ as they were called. Here the world was, practically falling apart at the seams due to some monster of a wizard, and yet everyone’s minds seemed focused on just who these people were. The brunette wanted to scream at their infuriating behavior, but instead resorted to muttering under her breath. “I swear the teenage libido stops for nothing…not even an impending war.” Her voice was muffled by a goblet, bringing the bronze dish to her lips to keep herself from saying anything too brash. After all, she didn’t know these people either-best not to insult them just yet. It wasn’t difficult to pinpoint each particular individual in said family; Jasper and Rosalie were in Hufflepuff, the yellow colors of the crest burning brightly in comparison to the tone of their skin, Emmett, or the ‘big buy’ as Hermione had first noted, was in Slytherin and seemed to have a spreading fan base…for whatever reason, Alice, who seemed to be happily chatting away with a few Ravenclaw students and finally the newest addition to the Gryffindor house, Edward, who seemed the most sullen of the bunch.

This was the most time she spent thinking about them, shaking her head once more as another rumor hit the girls on her left. “Do you mind, some of us have better things to talk about-you’re sort of clouding my train of thought.” Hermione was positively rude towards the two birds, but she didn’t enjoy their idle chatter about PEOPLE in her ear. Because that was what they were-new students. Treat them as such. Her attention turned sharply to Harry and Ron, placing her drink down onto the table with a light tap. “Well, I guess this is my cue to head out. I’m going to the dungeons early, if you two need me, I’ll be there.” With this said the seventh year stood up and took her leave, making sure that her book was tightly clutched in her arms as she left. This was the next best thing to yelling at the buffoonery that was the younger students mind sets. The trio hadn’t matured THAT much more then expected from Harry’s trials and tribulations…and yet they were still much more…sophisticated and level headed. Well, minus Ron’s temperament and Harry’s inability to pull himself out of that depression of his…and her own insufferable know it all attitude. That made her visibly cringe. Okay, so she was being a little harsh at the moment, perhaps that alone time to read up on the year’s activities would do her best after all. Hermione wasn’t paying attention to where she was going, narrowly avoiding a collision with the ‘big buy’ and freezing. She was sure that she wasn’t meant to hear this, but she did, and couldn’t help but glare at the girl speaking. “Whoa, almost got Granger there, Cullen. That would’ve been two mudbloods in one day.” The red head laughed, no, cackled at the idea of Hermione doing something like that. But why? She opened her mouth to speak before closing it slowly. “Excuse me?” There was no way to hide the confusion on her face, another one of the Slytherin’s taking this opportunity to chime in with their five cents.

“Just watch yourself, Granger; your kind is a dying breed here.” This was turning out to be a pleasant morning. Hermione felt a smile slide over her features, a laugh escaping her lips as she bounced back to her quick witted self. “If by ‘my kind’ you mean the intelligent, well mannered type with a bit of personality to spruce things up, then yes, my Kind IS a dying breed. I mean, just look at you! It sure seems to be absent in your genes. Now if you’ll excuse me.” With a quick side step, she was freed from the no-named Slytherin. Instantly she found herself in front of Emmet: the acclaimed mudblood pulverize-er. That same smile remained on her face, keeping it there versus glaring at the kid. “I apologize that your first day here involves so much…nonsense. But as they say, kids will be kids and Slytherin’s will be arses. Welcome to Hogwarts.” Hermione nodded her head politely, turning to look at the other Cullen-Edward-and greeting him with the same gesture. Now that she’d done this, she felt free to continue on her merry way to the Potions classroom, mind set on calming down in the cold, dank area versus surrounding herself with such ignorant people. This was like first year all over again, only worse now that she understood how most minds generally functioned. The books were pressed tighter against her chest, her steps quick as she brushed past a few more students and into the empty halls-right back to where she’d first started that morning.

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"You took my hand and..."

Jasper Hale

" For the first time...I felt hope."

Jasper was silently watching Alice as she fluttered about happily chatting away. He was happy for her, that she was able to escape and talk like a normal student. He missed her warm glow, the hope he felt while around her. Yeah, he missed it a lot. At the same time, when he was close to her—it made him want to turn away, shut his eyes, block out her happy emotions. He glanced over at Rosalie, who looked just about as happy as he was. Jasper stood, having no reason to remain at this table any longer.

The inner torment he felt with all this new magical blood swirling around was going to give him a headache. He checked his schedule, potions, located in the dungeons. He stood up, walking with the crowd but never brushing a hand or shoulder with anyone. He glanced at his fellow family members, a thought running through his mind for Edward to hear.
“I hope we can make it out of this one alive. Right now, I'd rather fight the volturi then be here...” he left out the part about missing Alice but he was sure his brother knew enough. Jasper heard about Emmett's accidental attack on a 'mud-blood' whatever that was. Jasper could feel the malice that was connected with the word.

When he reached the dungeons, he was the first one there—he must have been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he moved a little faster than the average human. Jasper sat down in the back, as far away from anything. He opened his book to some random page, like he cared, and used it to hide his face. Surely the students would know it was him, Jasper Hale, came in with the Cullens, twin brother of Rosalie, mysterious and anti-social. Jasper fidgeted in his seat in an effort to feel at least somewhat comfortable. He could feel the nerves of the new potion teacher as he went around the class getting things ready. He could also feel the excitement of the students pouring through the walls. He remained calm and collected, even if on the inside he was freaking out. He prayed that no one would get cut in this class. The teachers had to have been informed about their...condition, right?

{sorry for the short post. Busy >< }

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