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Location: Hogwarts (unfortunately)
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Being miserable, making fun of witches and wizards, hating my parents, sulking, avoiding people who try to be nice to me, plotting my escape
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Alias: Liz
Character Age: 16
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Special Abilities/Race: Special Ability: Douchebaggery
Biography: My parents made me and then ruined my life. Jerks.
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Casey Mullane


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Jul 22 2016, 12:21 AM

Late November, 2035

Casey didn't even notice when the owls started to descend. Why would he? He rarely got anything worth looking forward to. His parents were always pissed at him, and his sisters were all confused and didn't know what to write, so they mostly didn't. He just kept staring at his plate, poking at the yolk of an egg and watching it dribble out and over the white to mix with his potatoes.

So it was a surprise when an owl brought him something: a rather large package, actually. Usually his parents' letters were just one-pagers full of scoldings. They weren't in the habit of sending him presents. So what was this?

Casey's face lit up when he opened the package and pulled out a brand-new issue of the Sandman. And then another, and another. If any of his housemates had looked at him at that moment, they would have been completely surprised. Casey hadn't made a face like that since ... well, maybe since before his siblings died? He wasn't sure. Nothing since then had made him feel this ... light.

He completely forgot about his breakfast in lieu of rifling through the contents of the package. There was so much here! And then he came across the little handwritten note. Oh. Wow. Aww. It was from that girl, the adorable little Ravenclaw. Marielle. Wow.

Well, this was gonna be awkward, but he couldn't just accept a gift without thanking the person who gave it to him. Breakfast was almost over, and lots of people had finished eating. Casey felt nervous as he approached the Ravenclaw table. He didn't do this: the whole talking-to-people thing. Especially not the whole walking-to-other-house-tables thing.

He tapped Marielle tentatively on the shoulder, then sort of half-smiled as she tilted her head back at a seemingly impossible angle until he could see her upside-down face. "Hey," he said, rubbing anxiously at the back of his neck because this person had been really nice to him. "Can I ... um ... talk to you? For a minute?"

Not in front of your housemates because screw thanking somebody in front of an audience.
Jul 9 2016, 02:27 AM
@Heather | @Bee

Mid-November, 2035

Casey rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. Sort of. When she wasn't looking. Which, honestly, it didn't seem like she had the focus to do. Something was clearly going on with Marielle. As far as Casey could tell from struggling to keep up with her rapid-fire storytelling, there had been a potion explosion? And whatever the potion was, it had affected her and made her even more ... Marielle? More jumpy and bouncy and loud? She was talking a mile a minute. It was honestly difficult to keep up.

They'd just finished eating dinner, and somehow, on his way out of the dining hall, Casey had ended up with the especially-bouncy Marielle at his side. And she was acting so oddly that it made him a little concerned, so he'd decided to stick with her. Walk her to her common room. Just kinda because.

Not because he cared, because he didn't. He absolutely didn't have some sort of growing fondness for the random kid who'd gotten all snuggly with him in the garden. Nope. He was just walking with her because.

"So, maybe if you slowed down a little bit, I would be able to understand what you're trying to tell me," he tried. Maybe if he asked enough times, she'd chill out and speak slowly enough for him to keep up. "What did you put in the cauldron?"
Jul 6 2016, 04:34 PM

Mid-November, 2035

It was pretty absurd that he was sitting here in a magical library, studying a magical book about a stupid magical subject that he was never going to use in real life. Potions? Really? It was like cooking, except pointless. At least when you wasted your time cooking, you ended up with something delicious. Sure, it didn't last long, and that was frustrating, but at least it was better than some foul-smelling sludge that promised only to give you a tail or something equally unpleasant.

God, this was so dumb. Just like always, Casey was scowling at his schoolwork as he attempted to complete it.

It would have been great if he could have just ignored it and failed out, but he was far too afraid of the parental disapproval that would result from such a choice. What would they do if he got himself kicked out? Would they completely disown him? Or ... worse ... would they find some way to use money and influence to get him back in? Casey practically shuddered at the thought.

So, there really wasn't much he could do aside from sit here with this stupid first-year Potions book, trying to memorize recipes for things that he would literally never, ever need to make. Ever. Ugh. Casey sigh-growled and glared more intensely at his book, as though willing it to back down.
Jul 5 2016, 01:08 AM

Early November, 2035

So, the lake was kind of cool. It was big, and it took a while to walk around the whole thing and, now that it was November and disgustingly chilly, the wind blasting off of it seemed to keep a lot of the students away. All in all, it was a pretty great locale for Casey. It reinforced his self-imposed isolation and provided plenty of sulk fodder. Not that he really ever had any issues creating sulk fodder, but it took mental energy. Sometimes it was nice just to come out to the lake where the inspiration was ready-made.

He came to a halt on the side of the lake farthest from the castle, and stood there looking for a while. The wind made ridges in the surface of the water. They looked kind of cool.

Casey had a surprising amount to reflect on, actually. There was that whole messed-up thing in the courtyard with the blonde chick, and there was the awkwardness of being sorta-friends with a twelve-year-old, and then that jaw-breaking guy and the jerk tutor. It was all just messed up. Seriously messed up.

As he thought about stuff, he reached down to search the ground for good skipping rocks. He found a few, cradled them in his hand a bit, and then set about skipping them across the lake. One-two-three. One-two-three-four. One-two. Total failure. One-two-three-what the ... ??!!??

A ripple turned into a ... huge, long, sustained wave thing ... it was coming toward him ... something was just barely beginning to break through the surface of the water ...

NOPE. NOPE, NOPE, NOPE. NOT DOWN. Casey turned, booked it, and ran smack into another person.
Jul 1 2016, 03:32 PM

First Week of November, 2035

Stupid staircase. Being late was the worst! Everybody looking at you for the wrong reason ... having to sit next to the kid who smells weird ... and all because some nonsensical staircase decided to change its position while you were on it. It didn't make sense! How did wizards even come up with this crap? And why was he held responsible for it? It was unfair, that was what it was. Just plain unfair.

Casey scowled down at the ground and tore up some grass. Yeah, so what if this was a cultivated garden with carefully-tended grass? Casey's angst knew no bounds! Man, and the worst part of it all was that he was lonely. But that was dumb. His parents wouldn't care if he sent them a letter saying he was lonely. They'd be all "Buck up!" and "Shoulder the load!" and all these other phrases that meant literally nothing to their son.

Oh, they'd probably also tell him that he could make some friends if he was nicer to people. And, realistically, he knew that was the case. It was just that being nice was so hard when he was so damn angry all the time! And even when he tried to be nice, his palms started to get all sweaty and he felt full of this rocketing energy that made him want to just yell and run away. And that was definitely not the way to make friends.

And so he found himself here, sitting in the stupid dirt with his back up against a stupid scratchy tree while the stupid other kids did stupid hanging-out-with-each-other things and Casey was just alone.
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