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Welcome to Potter's Army

We have been a Harry Potter Roleplaying site since 2007. If you're an old member we hope you come check out the discord link provided below. And if you're looking for a new roleplaying site, well, we're a little inactive. But every once and a while nostalgia sets in and a few of our alumni members will revisit the old stomping grounds and post together. Remember to stay safe out there. And please feel free to drop a line whenever!

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Since every few months or so a few of our old members get the inspiration to revisit their old stomping grounds we have decided to keep PA open as a place to revisit old threads and start new ones devoid of any serious overarching plot or setting. Take this time to start any of those really weird threads you never got to make with old friends and make them now! Just remember to come say hello in the chatbox below or in the discord. Links have been provided in the "Comings and Goings" forum as well as the welcome widget above.

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Post by Guest Sat Aug 27, 2011 9:03 am

Byron stared at the empty Quidditch Pitch. A month ago, he had stared at the Pitch, although it looked nothing like this. Then, the Pitch was in shambles. The battle had left it looking like a lost world, destroyed and hidden, ignored by the world. Now, though, the grounds had been cleared. His volunteer with the reconstruction had been little. Too little people turned up, and the ones who turned up had worked hard with him at sorting the debris away, but it was all simply too much. Somehow, though, someone else must have been responsible for putting the Pitch back into how it should look like. Byron was still unsure about the stability of the Pitch. He had thought it infallible, but the battle had definitely left his idea of the Pitch scarred, possibly forever.

No matter. With a Nimbus 2010 in his hand, Byron continued to survey the Pitch, savouring the fact that he was finally back here, looking at the glory of it. The broomstick was not fancy, not at all. It was the one-year-old present that Ludo Bagman had spent on his baby son, as if the baby could ride a broom. Byron had pestered his dad to get a new broom for him recently, to no avail. Sighing as he looked the broom that he held, Byron patted it and gave it a smile. "No, I'm not abandoning you, Wasp." Yes, he had an affectionate name for it. It was all very juvenile, but Quidditch was his life, you couldn't blame him.

As he looked from the Pitch to the bright afternoon sky, Byron grinned. It was all so perfect. The Pitch, the weather ... both invited him to fly. Quickly, he hopped on his trusty broom, and shot to the sky, laughing on his way up. The wind rushed through his hair, and Byron was extremely happy about the feeling. When he was rather high up in the sky, Byron brought his broom to a stop, admiring the view he was getting up in the sky. And then, he leaned forward, before rushing all the way down back towards the Pitch. The plunge was exhilarating, and Byron pulled his broomstick up just in time, before he could go any further down to crash into the earth. Grinning, he began to fly leisurely, circling the Pitch.
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Post by Michi Leigh Sat Sep 24, 2011 12:59 pm

Normally, Michi wouldn't be seen dead in the Quidditch Pitch. He hated flying. He didn't even like aeroplanes, even though he knew they were a hell of a lot safer than broomsticks (magical interference not withstanding). Michi could swim, he could run, but he could not fly. If he was meant to fly, he'd have been born with wings, was his hypothesis. He'd heard of a witch woman in Australia who'd become an animagus and could turn herself into an albatross. Why? It was ridiculous! He'd read the article, her explanation was something to do with wanted to be able to soar for days on end or some bullshit like that. Michi just didn't understand... and to top it off, and albatross? He could understand something cool, like a hawk or a falcon, but an albatross? Had to be one of the most useless birds ever, all it did was fly in a straight line for days on end. Some people, thought Michi, were just stupid.

Yet even Michi felt a bit stupid today. He knew he hated flying, but he was still heading towards the Quidditch Pitch. The simple explanation was that he wanted to do some reading, and he couldn't find anywhere quiet. His Transfiguration textbook was under his left arm, and he strolled slowly towards the pitch, having trouble understanding why there seemed to be nowhere else to go to read quietly.

His roommate had let his pet cat loose in his dormitory and he was frantically upheaving the whole bedroom to find it. The common room was being cleaned by the house elves who for some reason weren't able to do it later that night when everyone was sleeping- something about time off, which was horrendous. Elves were slaves, everyone knew that. They didn't get 'time off'. It was Saturday afternoon, so all the classrooms were locked. The Owlery was filled with hooting owls who didn't understand they were supposed to sleep during the day. The library was filled with giggling first years. It was lunchtime in the Great Hall, the Giant Squid had beached itself at the shores of the great lake and even the grounds in front of the school were relatively busy- it was probably the last nice day of summer, so people were making the most of it. To find any quiet, Michi figured he'd have to go and find a deserted stand at the Quidditch Pitch, where the structure was so big it wouldn't matter if there were other people there as long as he was far enough away from them.

Upon arriving at the Pitch, however, Michi was delighted to find that it was relatively empty. The stands were deserted and at first, Michi couldn't see anyone actually on the pitch. Stoked, he began to cross it to get to the stands covered in green and silver drapes. Halfway across, however, someone on a broomstick swooped down about two metres away from him, making him jump. Stupid! If you wanted to check how busy a Quidditch Pitch was, don't look at the ground... it was about as useful as looking above the water during a water polo game.

'Oi!' Michi yelled, his Eastern Coast American accent drawling out the diphthong. 'Watch where you're flying!' He yelled at his 'assailant', who seemed not to have noticed that Michi had been innocently crossing the Pitch. 'Take a liberty why don't you! You're gonna hurt someone!' Eurgh. Michi hated flying.
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