Activity check N°1

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Activity Check N°1

Hello hello dear members! Yes, you have read the words right, it's time for an Activity Check! What is this madness, you may ask? Well, it is just a routine to keep the site active. (: Nothing to worry about! Actually, if you are an active member and you want to stay, this will be a bit of fun for you!

You have two weeks to make your posts, so the check closes on
November 29th.

With each Activity Check, we will kindly ask you to write us a small story on an experience your character makes - in first person, for a change. We will give you a theme each time. It doesn't have to be longer than a paragraph, but we would love to read more of course, sometimes it gets very amusing! (:

Those of you with more than one character do not have to do it for each of them. One is enough, but of course you are invited to post for each of your characters. If you intend to only make one post, please put the names of any other characters you want to keep underneath your post.

This check's theme is:
Boggart! Your character is a kid (variable age up to 11) and sees a Boggart for the first time! What does it look like? Do they figure it out? And what happens then?

NOTE: Your character is a child in this. So no dead relatives as Boggarts or that kind of tragedies. Try to make the Boggart funny and creative please. (:

We can't wait to see your replies! Post them right into this thread, please.

-Wuu Staff

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The Safe List:

• Andromeda
  
• Emmeline
  
• Lily
  
• Serena
  
• Moony
  
• Milla
  
• John
  
• Bellatrix
  
• Narcissa
  
• Regulus
  
• Annaleigh
  
• James
  
• Alexia
  
• Samuel
  
• Emmelia
  
• Amycus
  

[ANDROMEDA LUCINDA BLACK]

For Andromeda and Emmeline. I hope this works
Her head tilited to the wardrobe with interest as she heard a short rattle. And then another. It appeared as if the whole wardrobe continued to rock back and forth. As if it were trying to walk away. Or to come and get her. The young Andromeda leapt to her feet. Mostly to beat it to coming and grabbing her, to swallow her up whole. Maybe she could somehow beat it. If she screamed loud enough. Maybe her mom or dad could come and save her. She was only nine, it was too young to be swallowed up by some random wardrobe in her bedroom! How was this even possible in the slightest? It didn't make all that much sense to her. Which meant that she had all of the reason to be nervous about opening it, at that fact.

Andromeda stepped up, outstretching her hands, which had a slight tremble to them, her nervousness shining through. Her hands wrapped around the handles. Throwing the doors open, and in the process, her curiousity had grown greatly. Only the thing that flew out terrified her even more. It was as if a stilled scene had grown out of whatever that wardrobe had held.

It was as if her worst nightmare had come true. The image flashed a scene that made her beginning sobbing. Her sisters, both of them, with their backs turned to her. As if she was no better than one of those muggleborns that her parents hated so very much. As if Andromeda was some sort of outcast. An outcast that didn't deserve any of their attention. And she was absolutely hated it. Yes. It was something that she could very easily cry over. Of course. This caught the attention of her mother, who quickly came and banished the boggart from their wardrobe. Comforting Andromeda in this act, as well as warning her against opening another wobbling wardrobe, or somethin, so she wouldn't end up frightened again. Of course, she wouldn't be able to bet that she wouldn't end up terrified of her boggart again.

ADMIN NOTE: Please try first person next time! (: Don't worry about it for this time, now that you already typed it down.

[LILY SARAH EVANS]

From the POV of Lily for Lily & Serena:

“Oh god, really? You want to know about my first boggart? Alright, it’s kinda embarrassing. Well, I was over at Snape’s house, because well boggarts don’t live in muggle residences, so I was over at Snape’s house the first summer out of Hogwarts, and there was this rattling of this creepy trunk thing that Snape’s mum had. And I asked him what it was, and he told me a boggart. Well…I hadn’t read up on boggarts at that point, so I went to open this thing. And at that time I was terrified of puppies. There’s a story that goes with that, but long story short, I got attacked by a puppy the year before and it nipped at my fingers and I had a fear of puppies for a while. But not dogs, I was a weird kid, I know. Anywho, I open this trunk, just because I’m curious, and this damned little puppy comes jumping out and starts yipping at me. I freaked out, as you would, and fell backwards. Well Snape found it hilarious, and then his mum came to get rid of it. I got over my puppy phobia.”

[REMUS JOHN LUPIN]

Moony remembers:

"It was a pretty cold night, I remember, and it was late December. I know that, because the first Boggart I ever saw was hiding in a Christmas Sock. Which did not make it less frightening. Neither did the fact that it was night, or that I was alone in the room.

As a seven-year-old, I was making my way down the stairs on the search for a glass of water. It was nothing unusual for me to get up during the night since I had been bitten, and my parents were not waking up from my steps on the stairs anymore, either. For this reason, I was not too scared of the relative darkness – I was carrying a candle, but my eyesight isn’t all bad in the dark – before I heard a rustle from the living room. I remember that I called for the kneazle my mother owned, “Hermes”, I said, “Hermes, stop eating the tree decoration.” Our tree decoration was always edible, because we thought it was much prettier (and in reality could not afford to buy any). There was another rustle, and my child logic told me that the kneazle was probably trying to defy me and kept eating the tree. However, when I came closer, there was no animal in sight. The tree was still, and nothing had been eaten off it either, as it seemed. I felt a little crept out then, admittedly. The next thing I remember is that one of the Christmas Socks by the fireplace started to move and what looked like a silver bubble flew out. When it settled, I recognized the full moon, of course, and for a split second I panicked, and thought I was going to transform in the middle of the living room. The probably most scary and most stupid thought I had had when I was seven. Luckily for me, Hermes had decided to show up and found the floating moon quite interesting. I liked him a whole lot more after he had chased the boggart away through the fire place."

for Moony, Milla and John

[BELLATRIX ANTILA BLACK]

Bellatrix:


Mother was entertaining again; I could hear them laughing below me from where I was perched along the banister. My purple stocking clad feet swung before me, my shoes had already fallen, but I couldn’t be bothered calling for Twinky, my house elf. No one had heard them fall, and I huffed once more in annoyance at being so completely ignored.

Finally I stood, running my delicate hands over my beautiful navy dress. They’d gotten me all dressed up to greet guests, and then relegated me to my room, as though I wasn’t old enough to speak to the grown-ups. I was going to Hogwarts in just a few months, and I was certain I was mature enough to hear them speak, not like little Narcissa.

Stomping along the landing, my mind was a whirl of indignation. I was a spoiled brat and I hadn’t gotten my way; I was furious. Mumbling under my breath I didn’t take note of where I was walking to, until I came up in a rather dark hallway and realised I was somewhere I’d never been before. It was cold there, and my breath puffed out in front of me. Spinning in circles I saw a door, big and old and dusty before me, but being the curious girl I was I stepped forward. Gripping the brass handle tight I turned it, cringing as it creaked. It was just an old cupboard. My shoulders slumped in disappointment, and I turned to leave this strange part of our home.

However as I turned I heard something, a strange shuffling coming from behind me, and my heart started to race. Like all old wizarding houses there were things in them that should often be left untouched, and I was suddenly terrified that I had awoken some horrible beast. Turning slow I was poised, ready to run should it be something truly nasty. What I found was a small dog, pure white with fluff everywhere. I knew this dog, but it couldn't be in the house, I knew instantly I had come across a boggart, but that didn't make it any less scary.

The dog growled and I stepped back. It belonged to some muggle family who lived down the way, and I always hated walking passed their gate as this little dog would bark and shout and frighten the life out of me. The dog edged forward and I cowered, then it bared its teeth, dripping with saliva and I was done for. I ran as quickly as my legs could carry back down the stairs and into the safe grip of my mother’s arms.

[NARCISSA ISIDORA BLACK]

I ran happily down the hallway, looking for a place to hide safely away from Bella. Andy had run off in the opposite direction. Playing hide and seek with my sisters is one of my favorite things to do. The two of them usually didn't like to play with me but now that I was seven that was changing. As I got farther away from her, Bella's voice grew faint. The manor is so large, finding the perfect hiding spot should be a breeze.

When I heard Bella's voice calling out and coming a lot closer my eyes widened in panic and I threw open the nearest door, ducking inside as quickly as possible. A sudden pounding caused me to freeze in panic. I turned slowly around and was shocked to see...absolutely nothing. The room was one of many guest bedrooms kept througout the manor in case it was needed. The bed, as far I as I know, has never been slept in and the wardrobe remains empty. My bright blue eyes scanned the room slowly, taking in every nook and cranny of the small room. It all appeared normal to me, until the wardrobe began shaking and more violently this time. As much as I wanted to turn around and run safely to my mother's arms, I couldn't help myself. I wanted to know what was behind those doors, curiosity killed the cat but I could care less.

I walked slowly over to the wardrobe, approaching it cautiously. When I finally reached the doors, I placed my small hand over the handle, taking one last deep breath before throwing it open. I should have run while I had the chance. It moved slowly, holding something under it's arm as it came out of the wardrobe. It's dress was torn and ripped, stained with old and new blood. I cringed in horror as I realized that dress was quite familiar to me. I had one just like it. A scream racked my small body and made my throat hurt. The thing was holding it's own head under it's arm and those blank glass eyes, as blue as my own, stared at me. It made the hairs on the back up my neck stand up as I realized what I was looking at. My favorite doll, the one that looked just like me, was coming out of the wardrobe.

I turned around and sprinted out of the room without looking back. Tears spilled out over my face as I ran past my bewildered sisters and straight to my mother's arms where I collapsed began sobbing.

[REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK]

From the POV of Regulus for Regulus & Annaleigh:

“I’d been walking around our home, and you can expect that an old proud magical pure blood home, you can find a lot of things in different places. My mother had come across the boggart earlier that day, and because of her slightly odd ways, decided to expose it to me. I was possibly about five. It was a lesson, she said, in how to control my fear and not let it take it over me. So, I faced the boggart, and it appeared to me. Now, you have to remember that I’m from a very prestigious pure blood family, but we live in a concealed house on a muggle road. There was a girl my age in the house next to us. She would always try to talk to me, but my mother had always made it out as if she’d try to steal my soul or something similarly absurd. So when I faced the boggart, I saw it as I’d seen her on New Years Eve. Pink dress, lollipop, shiny black shoes, a giggle and big curly hair. The boggart just stood there giggling at me. I couldn’t stay in the room for long. Hence one of the reasons I wasn't sorted into Gryffindor.”

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[JAMES IGNOTUS POTTER]

"I was eight years old. I was a kid, and I loved flying. My dad took me to countless Quidditch matches, and it only heightened my interest of the sport. Quidditch. Oh yes, even as a child, I already dreamed of playing it one day; on real brooms and not toy ones. The only thing that scared me was the Bludger. The idea that there was this huge black ball chasing after you was terrifying. All I could think of at games was what if it suddenly flew towards me? I didn't have the bats that some of the players did! What if it hit me on the head and knocked me unconscious? The plan I formed in my mind involved pushing my dad in front of me as a shield if that ever happened. Haha.

I was too young; my dad never let me ride on the big brooms. Only the small, boring ones that never really flew high enough for me. And being the rule-bender that I was even at that age, I once sneaked into the garden shed we had when my parents were at work. I knew that inside, I'd find my dad's old brooms when he was on the Quidditch team at school. I was beyond excited. I never got to see them, let alone touch them.

I never got further than a few steps inside, though. I opened the door, and I could just barely see a huge black ball floating in midair, shaking slightly, as if resisting the urge to fly around and smash things apart. I tried to take a step closer, but I regretted it almost instantly. The ball started to move violently across the small space, bouncing off the walls. Luckily, I closed the door just in time when I saw it hurtling towards me. I recounted the story to my parents that night, and they said that I was probably hallucinating.

They never told me, but I had a feeling that they knew the boggart was there. They just didn't make any move to get rid of it to keep me out of that place. Well, it worked."

James, Alexia & Yaxley

[EMMELIA ANALEIGH JAMMISON]

"My father had always kept all of his files for the Ministry in a study that he had on lock and key. Sometimes I would be able to come in and see what all he had in there when he was with me, at the time I was about three. He had various dark magic items scattered around the room, on his desk, and so forth. There were multiple file cabinets, one for Ministry business, the other for his Death Eater missions which he had always documented important events and such. I never really understood why he did so, but it was my father...he loved to document everything.

I remember there was a trunk right in front of his desk, one that whenever I got close to my father would warn me to never look inside. Well, little curious me at that age I had to know what he was keeping in there. After all he allowed me entrance into his office when he was around. I remember it was a late Tuesday evening, many of the Death Eaters were congregated at our residence, and during this time my father never kept the office locked.

So, there I was in my dark green dress, looking so cute for a three year old, I must say, and I snuck out of the congregating room without anyone noticing. I snuck up the stairs, my heart flying, mind racing on what it could possibly be. I silently swung the office door open, the creek of the hinges were muffled by the congregated crowd that were below. It was dark and I didn't want to turn the lights on, so I used the hall light to make my way to the trunk.

My hands grasped at the two handles, lifting them unlocked with a hesitant movement. I watched as the trunk opened...and nothing was inside. My heart sunk low with disappoinment...until a massive spider caught out of the corner of my eye climbing out of the box and making it's way toward me. This time I was horrified, not knowing what the hell it really was. I backed away from the trunk but the spider progressed upon me. I shrieked and ran for the door, but it was right on my heels. I slammed the door shut behind me leaving the creature in the office unattended.

Dashing down the stairs I ran to my mother and pulled at her dress urgently. The female Death Eaters all looked at me as I in a horrified state tried to tell my mother what I saw. She went upstairs and I guess she took care of it, but after she told me to never touch the trunk again. Needless to say I took that warning to heart and will never touch that trunk as long as I live."

Emmelia Analeigh Jammison

[AMYCUS SEBASTIAN CARROW]

"I'm rather embarassed to admit this, you know. Doesn't look good for my image, but here we go, I guess. Alecto and I were rather young at the time, perhaps about five or six years old and exploring the wooded area along our property. We'd escaped our nanny, which was nothing unusual, and gone in farther to the forest than we ever had previously. Neither of us were ready to admit it yet but...we had gotten lost. Walking in circles, really. I turned around for a second, trying to see if I recognized anything and then, Alecto was gone. I shouted for her but nothing happened.

Being the big, brave boy I always thought I was, I continued attempting to find my way out of there. There had been plenty of stories intended to keep us out: werewolves, dragons, trolls. Whatever our parents could think of to scare us. Somehow, I was nearly there; I could see the sunlight filtering through the edge of the trees. But then...there was a noise behind me. The snapping of a twig, a bush rustling. I turned around and before me there was this huge werewolf. Must've been about ten feet tall, with blood dripping from it's mouth and claws. It just stared at me for a moment as my heart pounded nearly out of my chest. Neither of us moved for a moment, but then it looked upwards and let out this howl. That was when it hit me: RUN! Darting toward the tree line, I could hear it chasing me but, miraculously, I made it out before it could reach me. Alecto was already there with our mum, and being as I was so young, I couldn't help but sobbing into mum's arms.

Needless to say, it was the middle of the day. Sun was shining and everything. Mum pointed that out. It couldn't have been a werewolf, she said. My father, after reprimanding

[/u] my sister and I, explained what it was. I'd never seen one before, but after that moment, he decided that some training was in order. Even if it was just wandless defense. And that...is that."[/blockquote][/blockquote]

Also, I will not be keeping Evelina, unfortunately. thank you.[/size]