We have recently chosen a new minister of magic, Hermione Weasley has shown to be fair and capable so far during her short months in the position. This year we will have lots of excitement in Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry as it's once again time for the Hogwarts Championship, how will Professor Neville Longbottom handle his first Championship as the Hogwarts' new headmaster?
As November coming to an end, winter has brought along the cold and the fastive season. Snow has fallen, envelope the magical world in a sheet of white. Hogwarts school is holding it's Tournament first task two weeks before the Christmas break, what exciting challenges has they prepared to test the House Representatives? And how well the chosen ones has prepared to finish their given task?
Rumors spread like wild fire in regarding to Ministress Weasley's attempting to push through yet another species equality law, will this mark the start of the ending of another incapable Minister of Magic?
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The warm water feels soothing against her skin, and she giggle playfully as the soap suds tickle her with their little pops. The gentle tap, tap, tap of the water into the tub makes her flail her arms around gleefully as she tries to catch each new drop in her water wrinkled hands before it disperses into the pooled water below. Her failure only makes her look up at him and grin as she goes into a fit of giggles.
But he laughs right along with her as he washes her tiny locks of auburn hair that stick to her forehead. His big strong arms reaching over the sides of the tub and caress her scalp with a tenderness that seems unnatural for such arms. She don't resist his touch because he is her father, he loves her and she love him. He splashes the water around her tiny body and she wiggle about like a mermaid, submerging into the depths of the bath water before raising up as if she were a kraken. He watches her protectively, a tenderness about him.
Her giggles have given them away though and she know they both are in for trouble. She clasp her hands over her mouth to try and hide the grin as she hears her mum yell.
"Arthur! You'd better not be letting her make a mess in there! I don't want to come in and find you two have flooded the entire bath!"
The two share a glance with the same mischievousness hiding in the corner of their lips.
"that's it Imogen, good kick off."
Her little fingers gripped the small broom handle so tightly her knuckles were white. Surely she was too young for this, right? Right? But Merlin forbid a child of the Merrit's family doesn't know how to fly before their 6th birthday.
It's not like she is even hovering that high. Her brother's bunk sits higher than where she hovered. She swallowed and glanced between her mother and father both who just beamed at her with pride. Why? She was terrified.
So terrified in fact she couldn't hear the taunts from her two older brother's as the flew around her as if it was easy. Maybe it was.
How could she fit in if she didn't like to fly? Her lower lip started to quiver as her eyes started to well up with tears. It was her mother who came to her, helping her down and holding her. Soothing her ever so softly.
"It's okay darling, we'll try again another day..."
She was right, it was okay. It only took a year to get over her fear of the broom. Clementine started to take her out on her own broom being nestled in with mother made it far more bearable.
"MUM!" She screamed in a shrill voice that was not allowed - or at least not allowed without reason. "Mum they dun it again! Mum!" She ran into the kitchen to her mother's side and pulled at the apron she wore.
Of course she is speaking of her brothers. If it wasn't one thing it was something else. She didn't get why they picked on her, why they said she couldn't go into their tree house because she was a girl, why they said she couldn't do things they did because she was a girl. How were they different? She didn't know.
She tugged at her mother's apron again. "Mum they said I couldn't go into their tree house! They kicked me out mum. Make them let me in mummy, I want to be part of their club too!" She's on the verge of tears but...No she cannot and will not cry. they call her a cry baby because of it. Say she always runs to mum and is a mummy's girl. Stupid brothers. 'I just want to be part of the club too mum."
"Dad. Dad!" She ran to him with arms wide open, throwing herself into his arms before he was even fully in the door. He caught her with a small 'oof' and some off handed comment how she was getting to big for this. She knew that wasn't true. "I know what I want for my birthday dad!" She tells him with much excitement.
"Do you now? Well what might that be?"
She grins at him ready to burst, "I want a fire truck!" She looks right at him with a wide grin and a twinkle in his eye. But...he doesn't look anything. Her face falls a bit. Is that not okay to want? She doesn't understand his look.
He slowly sets her down on her own two feet and looks at her before talking "You want a fire truck?"
"Mhmmm, one of the shiny ones, with all those wheels and a ladder. that'd be pretty neat, or one of those hats, that the fireman wear. I'd love to be a fireman!" He smiled gave a funny smile to her and patted her on the head before walking off. Maybe he was just tired. So she hurried back to her mother.
"Mum...can i have a fire truck for my birthday? I'd really love one."
Clementine turned to face her youngest child and looked at her with a wide smile. "Anything for you duck."
"Mum, I have a question." She pulled some of her hair in front of the ears. This had been weighing on her over the past year. She'd started to realize she was...different. She didn't like dresses all that much. She preferred to play with her brothers than to go to tea parties with the other girls around. She didn't even like to wear her hair long. It'd been years since she last played princess. She'd even asked to go as Peter Pan for Halloween a few years back.
"Oh?" Clementine said, not looking over as she went about the dishes. Imogen sighed, and traced her finger on the counter top. How did you ask your mother a question like this? She was already picturing in her head what was going to be said back to her. Merlin she was in over her head.
"I was just...curious...if dad.. well if dad really liked me." She felt her mother whip around, she didn't even have to look up to see Clementine's face. The picture in her head was very clear...and very terrifying.
"Imogen Niamh Merritt! How could you ask such a thing!?! Of course he loves you" She cringed at her full name. Clementine wasn't getting it. Or maybe she was....but...she needed to know.
"I know he loves me mum. But does he like me? lately he hardly talks to me at all mum." She looked up to meet her mother's eyes before looking back down. Her mother had made her way over to her and pulled her into a hug. Imogen knew she didn't know how to express the answer she was looking for. How do you explain to your own child that their father just doesn't understand them all that well? That when you were born her expected you to be all things girly and now...now you've thrown him off in so many ways.
"Oh dear. he likes you just fine. He is just....he just doesn't...Just believe me when I tell you he thinks that you are growing up into a lovely young lady. Trust me Imogen. Your father likes you...." She wasn't sure what to think of her mother's words. So she just nodded against her mother's chest unsure of what to say. maybe it was easier this way, not questioning. Not trying to understand each other.
Since the stupid letter came her parent's boasted about how she was sure to be in gryffindor, after all it ran deep in her blood. Her grandparents, parents, and both her brothers and even her cousins all had been sorted in to gryffindor. Clearly they did not think about how she really was not all that brave or all that proud. She could not even admit to her father the truth about who she was even though she knew and always seemed to know just what made her different.
As she stood in the group of nervous first years waiting to be called her mind raced. What if she ended up somewhere else? She didn't have the brains for Ravenclaw, she wasn't cunning in any way....she hoped the hat would find something gryffindor like in her.
When her name was called she sat upon the stood, she'd drug her feet along the floor scuffing it slightly with her trainers. She wasn't ready for this. How could she ever be a lion?
The hat's first words are, 'you'd make a good hufflepuff you know.'
She shook her head violently, not caring that the hat sank further down over her eyes. 'no, gryffindor.'
'hufflepuff suits you, even if you don't see it yet. it'd help you, make you a better witch, miss merritt'
'they are expecting me to be a gryffindor....'
'but what do you feel like in your heart miss merritt?'
It took only a minute for the hat to call out Hufflepuff. One minute for her to leave it behind, red faced and head down as she heads to her new table. She was one step closer to being a sniffling hufflepuff. To being tormented and teased from being from the worst, or at least, the least liked house in hogwarts. One step closer to being even more of a letdown to her family name.
She raised her eyes when she heard the thundering claps coming from Hufflepuff, claps for her. She looked to Gryffinfor to see her brother's shaking their heads. Maybe Hufflepuff was have been better. After all, she had received a standing ovation.
"Come on Immy, just blow them out already, we want cake!" Her brother nudged her shoulder with a wide grin. Seventeen - well almost. She was an adult. It was crazy, come this time next year and she would be finishing up school and being set out into the real world. Who would have thought the awkward little girl she entered in hogwarts as would manage to grow into who she was now?
She finally was starting to feel like a Hufflepuff. No longer did she hide who was she was from her family. Of course it took some warming to the idea but with time she was back to being just Imogen. She looked around at her family with a wide smile before blowing out...half her candles. Then the rest. "Well, never was good at that!" She said with a shared laugh.
He eldest brother set to cutting into the cake. She watched the people around her. Her parents, her brother's, grandparents, and a few friends. It was lovely. She couldn't have gotten a better family.
Her grandmother had made her way over to her causing Imogen to quickly stand up and offer her chair. Once Nana was settled Imogen slipped into the bench beside her.
"So Imogen , have you settled on what job you plan to take after you finish up school?"
She'd never been good with making choices, everyone seemed to know that. It was a little joke from time to time that she couldn't even choose if she wanted to date a man or a woman. Needless to say she wasn't too fond of that joke. But the point was she had actually finally made a choice on what to do. so of course she beamed and leaned closer to her grandmother to tell her,
"I have Nana! I want to be a potioneer. I'll get to do something that could really matter to others and...I think it'll be wonderful Nana, I've always wanted to help others."
"Have you told your parents yet, dear? I'm sure your mother will be a bit worried about you going into such a field - potions can be dangerous."
Imogen shook her head slightly her soft auburn curls bouncing slightly as she did so, "Not yet, but I think they know I can handle myself Nana, I am a Merritt after all."
"Oy, troll breath, you going to have some of your cake or not! Her brother made a face that she was all too happy to mimic. Who said being an adult meant you had to grow up?
She knew she should have seen it coming. They had been growing apart for the majority of the year and yet when it came down to the moment she still found herself feeling a clenching in her chest with every word said to her.
Shattered, that was how he left her. Maybe it really hadn't been love, just like he had said but she had given him the past two years of her life - it had felt like love at the time. Graduation had been only a few weeks before and they had signed a rental agreement only a week prior.
Her mother had said that they were moving too quickly, that she ought to think about her future more and really consider where life could take her. But, she had decided to ignore her mother's words of wisdom and ignore the feeling in her gut that something wasn't right. She had ignored every sign and thought only of the good that could come.
It wasn't easy to spend her days in the empty apartment that had been meant for the both of them. But she was a Merritt, and she would find a way to pick herself up back onto her feet and move forward. She might have not been a gryffindor - but she was a hufflepuff and they were just as strong, if not stronger.
The hospital had been the smartest option for learning the trade she wanted to practice in life. Even with her high marks in potions and herbology there was much she had left to learn. But an internship under a potions master was not going to be enough to pay the bills that came with her new found adulthood. So Imogen split her time between potions and nursing - a job that still allowed her to help others. Maybe she wasn't a healer, and maybe her job seemed less important to those around her but to Imogen it was her calling. What other job could she express the compassion she had, what other job could make use of her tenderness? She was still so new to the hospital but she wondered if potions really were her calling. She had been so sure - then again there were a lot of things she had been sure of in life that she had come to realize she ought to not have been sure of in the first place. All Imogen knew was that her life was changing and she was changing too - but in what ways, well that she was still figuring out.
Is anyone down to try and revitalize this place? Or move over to a new forum and start threading. It's been rough go but I have a working computer again, not one of the ability to fully customize a site at the moment but will very soon, but I am at least
I don't think I am able to manage a whole ass site at the moment, or any writing, cause I am now in Japan and running my own business to live here. But I would love to write with you all again someday when I am more settled~ (I am just not sure when)
I am not crazy about managing another proboards either. But if you guys want to do writing, you can still do it. Screw the templates and stuffs if you are lazy. This will always be a safe space or any of you who wants to write
Paige! I think we're happy sticking here so we don't abandon what we have. I think we're just going to be sticking around here and definitely even if you don't feel like writing come and chat when we're here! Miss you!
I miss you toooooooo!! And everyone here! This sounds good! Feel free to use the board, feel free to just share what you write here! Well, I am around, here and there. I will remember to drop by more often. ,3