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 Alfie's Aftermath Alliteration, pye plot | open
Barnaby Pye
 Posted: Feb 8 2018, 07:47 AM
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Age / 17

Blood Type / Pureblood

Hometown / London, England

Single /

Author Alias / "Jane Doe"

Timezone/ CET (France)

Post Count/ 38







Ever since the news had broken that his older brother was an apparent assassin, Barnaby had been waiting to be called into Auror Ramsey’s office. The auror had been prowling the hallways of the school over the past few months in an attempt to clean up the hallways of bullies. Surely he was wanting a bigger, more important case? But no matter, Barnaby had to get on with his life. He was graduating in a short couple of months—he’d had nothing to do with these lies The Daily Prophet and it’s American coherts were printing and he was passing all his classes with above average marks. He would graduate and then he would go home and find Alfie and put all these lies to rest at last.

But step one of that was blending in. But Barnaby had never been able to blend in. When other children were playing with train sets and toy brooms, he’d been messing around with his father’s scales (and being punished). He didn’t think he had ever been normal and he didn’t think he knew how to be normal, either. Barnaby liked facts and figures, he liked to read and he didn’t like interacting with other people—it was evident in his rocky relationship with his roommate of nearly seven years, Jax. Barnaby didn’t know what it was in him that made him act so terrible towards the unsuspecting werewolf.

When Barnaby had arrived at Ilvermorny, he’d arrived under the false impression that he was better than everyone there. That’s what he’d been raised to believe. No one had a brain like a Pye had a brain and there wasn’t a single student (or been professor) who could top Barnaby’s precociousness. His lessons had bored him, his classmates he’d found irritating and ignorant, simpletons. His irritation had rubbed off on everyone he came into contact with and now that he was seventeen, an adult by wizarding standards, and about to strike out on his own with an older brother (someone he’d always admired even if he’d never verbalised that admiration to anyone) wanted for murder… he had no idea how to interact with anyone or even change his reputation.

Maybe his classmates weren’t the idiots after all, maybe it was him.

But how was he supposed to bond now? It was April. School was almost over and everyone had pretty much already figured out who their friends were. He eyed a group of seventh years huddled around their plates, heads close. They probably didn’t want to be interrupted. He skirted that group (and another which was giving him dodgy looks, likely because of his relation to a probably assassin, a failed assassin at that. It was embarrassing.) and found himself sitting down at the next inviting looking table. “Hello,” he said awkwardly, his school issued uniform buttoned up to his neck, the tie still tight and neatly in place, his hair gelled to perfection and his wire rim glasses perched securely on his nose. “What’s for dinner?”



Coda Pearson & Sofia Moon to reply with whichever character feels most natural

Continued from: The Daily Prophet is full of lies

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Sofia Moon
 Posted: Feb 13 2018, 03:21 PM
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Age / 18

Blood Type / Pureblood

Hometown / Winnipeg, Canada

Single Pringle / Herself

Author Alias / Reanie / Ren

Timezone/ CET

Post Count/ 131







Sofia was staring at the numbers on her piece of parchment. Her tutor – Anton – had just shown her a way to calculate something. The eighteen-year-old didn’t really understand why she was still following the subject. Her parents didn’t influence her decisions anymore. Perhaps it was because of all the effort that would go down the drain if she didn’t continue it. “I really don’t get it, why and how.” The dark-haired blinked at the numbers that seemed to be dancing in front of her eyes. Numbers messed with her brain. She didn’t know why her father ever wanted her to be the heir to the family business. She could never calculate some financial stuff. The H.A.W.K.S was fast approaching, so she decided to sit next to the School President for some advice on some calculations for her elective course. She hadn’t even touched the food in front of her yet because she was really trying to understand it.

An awkward greeting burst her personal bubble that consisted of her, Anton and the devil itself – Arithmancy. Sofia looked up at one of her classmates, Barnaby. They weren’t really close. Not that the girl was close to a lot of her classmates. The Horned Serpent seemed to be the type to keep himself, as well. She also didn’t know if her tutor knew him very well. The first thought that came to her mind was the recent news about his older brother and her former DADA Professor. It had shocked her quite a bit to hear that someone she knew was involved in a murder. She also didn’t if she had to believe it. Some gossip magazines even represented her as a someone who attempted arson on her own family. Luckily were those magazines not that popular. Sofia didn’t mind Barnaby sit down though. She even shot him a timid smile.

His question made her finally look at what was actually on her plate. “Heey, it's pancakes,” she pointed at the pancake filled with apple pieces. For a second, she touched the food to see if it was still warm. Fortunately, the pancake was still hot. “Let’s take a break,” she grabbed all of her arithmancy stuff and put it back in her schoolbag beside her. “How are you, Barnaby?” Sofia asked, trying to start an innocent conversation. She took a bite from her pancake that she hadn't touched ever since sitting down.

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Barnaby Pye
 Posted: Feb 15 2018, 04:21 AM
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Age / 17

Blood Type / Pureblood

Hometown / London, England

Single /

Author Alias / "Jane Doe"

Timezone/ CET (France)

Post Count/ 38







Pancakes for dinner? Really? Barnaby wanted to raise his eyebrows, give Sofia Moon some sort of scathing remark. He refrained though because Sofia Moon was someone who, despite being all over the newspapers as having destroyed her family business, was still somehow talking with other people, doing what it was they were supposed to be doing in school. Doing what it was Barnaby had failed to do.

Failure.

The word hit hard. Barnaby Pye didn't fail. It wasn't in his vocabulary. But, it seemed, it had. He had already destroyed whatever chance he'd had to be friends with his roommates. And he was pretty sure there wasn't much time to make friends with anyone else, either, but all he had to do now was smile, smile and pretend to get along with them and just do what his classmates did, fly under the radar. Alfie needed that from him.

"I'm doing well, Sofia, and you?" he asked, a bit stiff. That's okay, try again later. Barnaby took a seat and a plate. "I've never had pancakes for dinner," he said. Father had never allowed it, but maybe it could still be...fun? Barnaby wondered what else it was people his age did for fun besides eating things meant for the morning when it was well past 6pm




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