Location: The Highlands of Scotland, Hogwarts Castle.
Time: 9:12 PM
Date: September 9th.
Those who had stumbled across the mysterious witch in the courtyard of the leaky cauldron had the following message whispered into their ears: “Once you reach Hogwarts, come to the unlocked classroom on the second floor. The first meeting will occur when the moon is in the phase of the waxing crescent. Arrive 10 minutes after sunset. Tell no one.”
Most of the interested students did as they were told, and only the best suited for membership arrived early. The classroom itself was dimly lit with black candles. It was clear that the room was rarely used, a thick layer of dust covering most surfaces. At the rear of the classroom was a large window that had been raised high enough to let a cool breeze trickle in every now and again. The moon, while visible from the window, wasn’t at its strongest--barely visible in its waxing crescent stage. Yet they welcomed her to look in on their first meeting of the year. In a silver bowl, resting on a desk near the window was a bundle of sage.
The herb was burned at one end, its thick, heady aroma hung heavily in the air as if its cleansing smoke had been purposely dragged through the room. When the wind blew some of the sweet-smelling smoke was teased through the window and out into the night air. White Lace cloth was draped over every odd surface and while it didn’t make the classroom feel more welcoming, it did add to the complete peculiarity of it all.
Some witches chattered among themselves, nervous with excitement. Others were too paranoid to converse, more focused on the clock. The minutes seemed to slowly drag by, not moving fast enough for the young ladies (and some gentlemen) that sat in near-complete darkness.
It wasn’t until 9:22 PM, exactly 10 minutes after sunset, that three young witches walked into the classroom.
With Tatiana Crane and Marla Quinlan at her side, it was safe to say that Savannah felt invincible. Her dear friends gave her strength and It showed in her walk, back straight, chin tilted upwards with a slight smile on her lips that promised nothing but trouble. To Savannah’s right stood Tatiana. The blue-eyed girl wore an ornate white lace shirt, the bottom tucked neatly into a black skirt. Around her neck hung a glitter moon-stone necklace, that seemed to eagerly catch the candlelight.
To Savannah’s left, stood Marla. The flaming haired Gryffindor wore a black witch’s hat with a low brim, her eyes were hidden from view and rivers of red cascading in rivulets down her shoulders and back. The dress she wore was predominantly black, with thick white collars around the neckline and wrists. The three young ladies were eager to make a notable first impression on their fellow club members. After all, you only got one chance to make a first impression.
Savannah stood at the front of the dimly lit classroom with a pensive expression on her sharp features, dark brows furrowed some and her black-painted lips had been pursed into a thin line. She appraised the young wizards and witches that stood before her, eyes glittering like axinite gems with evidence of her own exhaustion creasing beneath. “I’ll admit,” she began in a gentle tone, projecting her voice from the front of the classroom to the back, “I spent days agonizing over what exactly I would say to you all.”
Savannah didn’t pace rather she stood stiffly. Back straight, shoulder’s square and her chin high. She had nothing to be ashamed of; not her dress—the finest thing she owned, even though the white lace fabric was in tatters and had aged more into an off-beat yellow. Wild, purposeful threads of fabric tickled her upper arms, the dress itself halting somewhere just above the knee, thinner rivulets of white fabric hung lower. “Then I realized, that the best answer is always the simplest one.” Her dress was no more worn then the black leather Doc Martens she wore on her feet. The girl had no holder for her wand, so she kept it gripped in her nimble hand. It was her lifeline, the pulse that connected her to this wondrous world.
“The truth is, that this—The Dark Witch Society, is simply the tip of the iceberg.” Savannah’s expression didn’t break, having settled into a more relaxed but colder expression. The 11-year-old kept herself protected behind emotional walls and she wasn’t going to tear them down unless she thought she was absolutely safe to do so. “I believe that dark magic is no different from light magic, simply another extreme on the broad spectrum we have been gifted.” Savannah gestured dismissively with one, black clawed hand.“This club will serve as a place of intellectual stimulation, where we all can learn more about the area of magic that has been hidden away from us out of fear and prejudice.” A pink tongue darted out, dampening the inner pink side of her bottom lip. “Where young witches and wizards can find camaraderie in their fellow students.”
Savannah looked back, at the Latin phrase scratched into the chalkboard with white chalk.
Condemnant quo non intellegunt.
“They will condemn, what they do not understand.” Savannah turned her gaze back to the students that had gathered before her. “And you ought to commit that phrase to memory. Because as a member of this society, you will be condemned and likely hated by those too ignorant to ever understand you.” Her jaw flexed in mild irritation. Sometimes, magical people could be so disappointing. “I am offering a place of solace. Kindred souls that will understand you—even if you disagree, so that you never feel alone.” Her voice didn’t waver. That was the truth and she would stand by her words.
“But, that’s not all I’m here to do at Hogwarts.” A sly smile split her face, her black lipstick contrasting sharply with her white teeth.
“I firmly believe that there are Witches among us—yes, witches and only witches,” she cast an apologetic glance at her dark-haired friend in the front row “That would be capable of instigating change on a far larger scale. Not just within Hogwarts.” Dale Kurt had quickly burrowed his way into her heart, his very presence worked wonders to soothe her ire whenever it bubbled over. There was a certain innocence about the taller boy that made him easy to trust and subtle cunning that made her curious about the inner workings of his young mind.
“I’m a simple witch, with simple goals. Politically, I am going to revolutionize Wizarding infrastructure and government. We possess the basics of a barely functioning government," She had the urge to pull up a map and compare and contrast the wizarding world with other, more functional societies, but they were pressed for time. "--But where are the social services? Who in our government is speaking for us? Who there is protecting kids like us, who don’t have the luxury of two loving magical parents? Who in our government—gives a damn about any of us? The Wizengamot is comprised of Wealthy and Powerful Lords from the oldest magical families.” A fire had been ignited behind her eyes and as her passion grew, her volume increased. “They don’t understand what it’s like to be magical in a world full of muggles that hate you, simply because you’re different. They are indifferent to the sufferings of everyday witches and wizards and that—” Savannah wet her lips,
“--That will end with me.” She hissed through gritted teeth, enraged by the very thought of how their society operated. “These wealthy families amass hordes of dark magical books and objects, then in the very same breath they limit OUR education to only light magic—these people are systematically crippling new generations of witches and wizards! They want us WEAK.” Savannah slammed her fist down onto the wooden surface of a desk. Her accent had thickened at this point, her tongue untamed.
“Our government implements the International Statute of Secrecy in 1692 to protect us from muggles and then they abandon magical children to their muggle families, doomed to spend the most important years of their lives in ignorance and fear.” She stepped closer, eyes alight and brows knitted with a mixture of anger and concern. "People, it is 2019. It has been 327 YEARS since our government has done anything else to protect us from muggles!" Savannah desperately hoped that she wasn't alone in her disbelief. Their government was blatantly inadequate and she couldn't be the only one that cared. Could she?
“For Witches and Wizards to ever be able to adequately deal with a potential muggle threat, we need to be proficient in both dark and light magic." Savannah remained leaning over the desk, eyes boring into the faces of every witch and wizard present. "Not just me, or the faces in this room but everyone. When the day comes that some kid snaps a picture of their muggle-born friend performing accidental magic, and that day will come, we need to be prepared to deal with the violent backlash that may follow. Our society cannot handle another war, not with the state that we are in.” Savannah shook her head sadly, lips twisting. “That’s why I will ask those who are worthy, to join me on this mission to save the Wizarding world, from itself.” She finished in a quieter tone, cheeks flushed and heart racing in her chest.
“Any witch who believes she is worthy to take on such a cause, will have to endure four trials that will test her intelligence, bravery, cunning and above all—” she eyed a witch in Hufflepuff robes “--her loyalty.” Savannah cast a suspicious glance back at the classroom door. “If you’re interested in joining me, you will need to send me an owl tonight. And then, and only then, will you receive further instructions from me.” Savannah took a steadying breath, her truth now finally out in the open.
The blonde-haired girl stood up straight and ran a calming hand through her own wavy hair. She glanced at the watch on her wrist, head snapping up sharply as she shared a look between her two friends. Quickly the trio dispersed. From behind a dusty desk, they grabbed their school robes and pulled them over top of their dresses. Together, the three girls lit the rest of the hanging candles in the room--standing on the desks and using multiple long candles to share fire with the unlit ones. Savannah Jumped down from a desk and skirted about the perimeter of the room, snatching up the white lace cloths and ornate objects that had previously decorated the room. Tatiana and Marla yanked open the unused storeroom door and Savannah placed the items inside, a grin on her face all the while. Quickly and easily, the ambience of the room changed. The heavy atmosphere lightened, and a peal of excited laughter left Savannah’s lips. The three girls finally collapsed into chairs, just moments before Professor MacTavish pulled open the classroom door.
"Good evening Professor MacTavish," called a sweet voice. If you hadn't been watching her, you wouldn't have known that the innocent-sounding voice had belonged to Savannah Rose herself. They were going to revolutionize the world and one day, there would be no more secrets.
But for now, what the Professors didn't know couldn't hurt them.
If you are receiving this letter, it is because you have demonstrated an interest in joining The Order of the Rose, a sect of the Dark Witch Society that will dedicate themselves to the revolution of the Wizarding World. The trials revolve around collecting vital potion ingredients. They may be completed in groups; however, every individual must collect their own ingredients. Failure to collect your own ingredients will result in being disqualified.
Collect (1) Night-Blooming Cereus Flower, from the tallest tree on Hogwarts Grounds. The Night-blooming cereus is in season from July to October.
Collect (1) human bone that is at least 3 inches thick. I suggest you take the bone from someone who doesn’t need it anymore. The knight bus will aid in your travels to a Graveyard that will suit your purposes.
Sneak into the den of a Mother fox and steal one handful of nesting material. Careful, if caught, the mother fox will show no mercy.
Lastly, travel to the Chelsea Physic Garden in London and collect 4 leaves from the Orange Persian Buttercup. But be careful, not every rose, is a rose, is a rose.
Ladies, you have until the 23rd to complete these tasks. I hope you all succeed in your endeavours.
- Savannah Rose
OOC: Hello interested witches! These ingredients are what you will need to collect for a very important potion. Please assume that your character notified Savannah of their interest via owl after this event, and your character received the aforementioned ingredients list. The ingredients are not based on HP lore, they are real-world items.
For every ingredient, please show how your character is embodying one of the traits taken from the four Hogwarts houses. To make things a little easier, I purposely geared certain ingredients towards certain traits, but you are welcome to mix it up! So long as those four ingredients are collected.
If it’s unclear, your character will have to rob a grave (or some other method) to collect human bone for a potion. This ethical issue will be a symbol of loyalty.
Also, you may form groups if you would like to roleplay the collection processes out with other people. But please remember, just because you’re in a group, does not mean your individual character does not have to collect their own ingredients. You can work together, but please do your own heavy lifting.
Lastly, I expect that there will be multiple threads depicting these collections due to the varying settings, but you are welcome to use one thread and write the location change in on your post. Please use [DWS TRIALS] as a bracket in your header, so I know what’s what.
Have fun and Enjoy!!
**Where I got my information on the Statute of Secrecy. HP wiki.
******I have @Marla Quinlan & @Tatiana Crane 's permission to use them in my post**********
Last edited by Arc Perscivious on 18th October 2019, 5:30 am, edited 1 time in total. Reason: Inactive for 1 month
Stamina 5, Evasion 3, Strength 4, Wisdom 4, ArcPower 8, Accuracy 6.