heads and prefects

[narcissa acardia black||]

Use the following form to get a spot in the prefects team!

[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]House:[/b] [If applicable]
[b]Blood-Line:[/b]
[b]Alliance:[/b] [DE, Order, Neutral]
[b]Head Boy/ Girl or Prefect?:[/b]
[b]RP Sample being Prefect or Head:[/b]

[narcissa acardia black||]

the list

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Slytherin
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Lucius Malfoy, male, seventh year
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Ravenclaw
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Andromeda Black, female, seventh year


Hufflepuff
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Ivory Vin, female, sixth year
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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

Name: Lucius Malfoy
Age: seventeen
House: slytherin
Blood-Line: pureblood
Alliance: Death Eater wannabe
Head Boy/ Girl or Prefect?: Prefect (don’t think Lucius was head boy)
RP Sample being Prefect or Head:

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For once, of the many times he sauntered down this hall, he wasn’t coming from or going to a session of detention. It was strange, and slightly liberating. No time schedules, no berating administrators, and no manual labor. That notion put a bit more bounce to his step. No one was telling him what to do. Lucius was coming closer to the trophy room under his own accord. Well …. That is a slight exaggeration. Currently, he was attending to his Prefect’s duties. Freedom didn’t come free, after all. Though he must admit, walking about with a false sense of purpose was not exactly a difficult job, not even at the closing hours to midnight.

Nevertheless, it was some form of freedom. He was allowed to stay out later than the other students, he was given the ability to patronize his peers, and he got a nice, glittery badge of power to put upon his breast, what’s not to love about it? Well … besides the draining from personal time, but that’s nothing particularly new, nor as disheartening as it would be for some the of the more agreeable girls and boys of his house (as they lacked the severe, sober aura Lucius had been granted with in infancy). He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he’s caught up with people he’s known, as he’s spent a good lot of his evening hanging and hiding about like some sort of criminal, forgetting the people he has known in order to walk through unknown, dark waters. Perhaps he should lay off his fascination with the mysterious and stay where he was familiarly ‘safe‘ and abide by the strict code of his prefect‘s leaflets. Or, he could continue feeding his curiosity. Yes, that policy seemed better.

Bright, luminescent, gilded trophies lined the wall, orange torch lights adding a rustic gleam to the entire hall that he was currently striding down. The windows revealed nothing but a black night and dark grounds, nothing particularly interesting, unless the stars took your fancy. Even still the little speckles seemed dimmed at the prospect of an incoming Scottish storm, not at all uncommon in these areas. The glorious, engraved names and dazzling shimmer on the countless trophies took his attention instead. His name, Lucius Malfoy, would and should be on one of them. Sure, he wasn‘t the biggest die-hard fan of quidditch (though he liked the adrenaline rush just as much as the next man or woman), but he could settle on having his name printed along with his team of that year. In years to come, his inheritors would be seeing them, after all, and it would be a travesty if his heir could not find the prestigious name of Malfoy on any of the trophies dated through the last century. Oh yes, he was getting off track - he had some sleuthing to do … Oh! And some prefect patrolling, too.

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[sabrinita]

Name: Andromeda Black
Age: Seventeen
House: Ravenclaw
Blood-Line: Pure
Alliance: Neutral with Order leanings
Head Boy/ Girl or Prefect?: Prefect
RP Sample being Prefect or Head:

Andromeda Black was not sure whether to be thrilled or upset about being made a prefect. On one hand, she saw it as a reward of sorts. Obviously she stood out to the headmaster as being responsible, and willing to be put into a position of power amongst other students. That was something to be proud of, wasn't it? On the other hand, though, it was probably pushing her farther apart from her siblings. Neither of them had been made prefects (then again, Cissa's boy toy had been made one, so maybe all this worrying was for naught).

The Ravenclaw felt a bit weird patrolling after hours. It was quite boring, to be honest. Not many kids were found out of bed at night...and out of those that did sneak out, many of them were smart enough to know how to hide. It was mostly younger students she was on the lookout for.

It stood to reason that a couple of third years tormenting a third year were the first students she found on her patrol. She watched from the shadows for a minute or so, trying to get a feel of what was going on. It wasn't too hard to figure out. The third years were Slytherins, the first year was a Hufflepuff. The word 'Mudblood' escaped one of the Slytherins' lips, and Andromeda could not help herself. She walked out of the shadows.

"All three of you are out of bounds. Ten points from Hufflepuff, twenty points from Slytherin. Now get back to bed, all of you."

If any of her sisters asked why she punished a Slytherin, she would state that she was simply doing her job. No favoritism. Even though she truly felt sorry for that Hufflepuff, she couldn't show it, for fear that Narcissa and Bellatrix would run off to tell mother. Andromeda sighed in frustration then continued her patrol.

[ivoryvein]

Name: Ivory Vein
Age: Sixteen
House: Hufflepuff
Blood-Line: Halfblood
Alliance: Order
Head Boy/ Girl or Prefect?: Prefect
RP Sample being Prefect or Head:

Not that it was any of her business, but personally, she thought that after-hour activities had been given a bit too much credit. Really: thus far, she had apprehended a massive total of two students, both Second Year Slytherins, who were up to some “terrible mischief” trying to sneak food from the Kitchens. Honestly, she wasn’t sure how she’d caught them, since their Common Room was practically conjoined, but nevertheless, she had, and it had caused quite a stir. They’d taken off running, not even towards their own house door, where she couldn’t have followed them, but in the complete opposite direction, towards the stairs, yelling and screaming the entire way. Ivory was sure that, if she hadn’t caught up to them outside the Great Hall, someone else would have wondered who was causing such a ruckus and would have found them out eventually. They didn’t come easily, however, and she’d had to charm them with a binding spell just to get them to hobble down towards the Dungeon. Upon arriving at the blank stone wall, she nudged them to repeat the password, but they refused.

“We’re not going in: we’re hungry, and you can’t keep us wrapped up for long!”

They struggled vainly with the invisible ropes that contained the, and Rory rolled her eyes, leaning impatiently against the nearby wall. Eventually, they stopped their struggle, but continued to glower at her from underneath their hooded faces. (apparently, they had thought that wearing their winter robes would disguise them better than, say, regular uniforms. It had not.) Exasperated, she paced the wall in front of them, glaring as she tapped her wand against her temple. She had heard some Snake say it a few weeks ago, but it would have surely changed by now. No matter: she tried anyway, waiting expectantly as her voice echoed off the stone.

“Coppertongue!”

Nothing. The boys began to cackle, writing on the floor and tossing their heads back. (They looked rather ridiculous, what with their arms pinned at their sides, but Ivory was in no mood to mock them.) She hoisted one to his feet, holding him by the collar to look her in the eyes.

“Listen. I’m tired, and you’re obviously horrible criminals, so could you please just say the password so we can all get on with it.”

His beady eyes gleamed as he smirked, shaking his head. “Say it in front of a blubbering Badger? I think not.”

Rory could feel her face flaming with heat, although the rest of her body was chatteringly cold from the Lake above them. She tossed him back into a heap with his friend, snatching her wand and aiming it at the two. It was all for show, of course, but she obviously wasn’t getting any where with a sensible approach.

“Well if you don’t tell this ‘blubbering Badger’ the password in the next five bloody seconds, I’ll turn you two into a mop and a dust bin!”

Suddenly, the floor shook as the wall at her back swung open, revealing a dark slithering reflection from the lake water dancing across the green and silver banners. The two boys groaned, but Ivory beamed, hoisting them up and sending them crashing to the ground inside. Dust bin: of course. She could have never guessed it, but obviously, the fates were on her side with this one.

“Wait – untie us!”

“Yes,” snivelled the other, now obviously losing his luster. “We can’t get up.”

Ivory contemplated for a moment, but did not move to release them, giving the boys her most endearing smile. “It’ll have worn off by morning. You’ll be fine until then.” They screeched, crying of injustice and reports that would eb filed by their parents the following day. She huffed, waving her wand in their direction once more before pocketing her wand. They rubbed their elbows crankily, small whimpers of discomfort escaping them. Before she left, she shook her head condescendingly.

“You two are probably the worst wizards on the planet. You could have just conjured food up yourself, you know.”

The two boys looked at each other, as if the idea were dawning on them for the first time, and Ivory slapped a palm to her forehead.

“You’re kidding me.”

[isabelle juliet devereaux]

Name: Isabelle Juliet Devereaux
Age: Sixteen
House: Gryffindor
Blood-Line: Pure
Alliance: Neutral, leaning towards Order
Head Boy/ Girl or Prefect?: Prefect
RP Sample being Prefect or Head:

Isabelle sure as hell was tired of this job. Sure, she had made her father incredibly proud when it was announced last year that she was prefect, and she was, too... Well, when she was a fifth year and all. She had the tiny jobs then, rarely ever found a thing out of place when doing her rounds.

It was obvious that she was getting payback for a year of easy-goings.

"Get back here, you!" Cried the angered Gryffindor in hushed tones, as not to wake the portraits. "Stupefy!"

The spell shot out of the end of her wand, and hit a spot in the carpeting where her intended target's foot once was. Ugh, Isabelle thought, turning down the corridor and firing another stunning spell. This better let up soon, or else. She thought for a moment of phasing into her cat animagus, but unltimately decided against it. She wasn't going to let some third year punk or whoever was running from her rat her out to Dumbledore and the rest of the castle. She was already walking on eggshells at the moment, and this was just adding to the weight on her shoulders.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Belle had gotten better aim with this one, and the escaper was not bound tightly by his own limbs. She walked over to the culprit, a smirk playing heavily on her features. "Well, well, well..." she drifted off, shaking her head as if in disappointment. "I was expecting a better finish after that little game of cat-and-mouse. Now, let's see who you are..." Isabelle grabbed the shoulders of the student who had ran, dragging him over to the nearest window flooded with moonlight so's she could get a good look at his face. She almost dropped him when she found out who he was.

"Oliver!" Belle exclaimed, shocked to see her younger brother out and about in the corridors. Now it really was a good thing she hadn't phased into her cat animagus, otherwise Oliver would have ran to the Owlery to tell mum and dad.