Remus Lupin RP Sample
The night was young and so are the victims of it. Remus was sitting on his bed counting down the minutes until he transformed. Unfortunately he had no idea where his friends were, they were the only thing that helped during these hard times. His clock read 6:37, it was about three minutes until he would transform into almost anyones worst nightmare. Remus quickly gathered up what he would need for the night and started to make his way toward the Entrance hall doors, hoping to get out before he would morph because of the moons in his opinion deathly rays of light. His sick gained goosebumps as the hair on his body began to stand up on end. Remus began to run at full speed down the hallway wanting to make it to the exit nearest to the Whomping Willow, so he wouldn't hurt anyone. He exited the school and was now sprinting to make it to the secret entrance by the Whomping Willow so he could tear up the Shrieking shack instead of the Hogwarts grounds. But, unfortunately he dropped to the ground screaming at the top of his lungs for this was the most painful transformation for him yet.The pain was like thousands of knives piercing his skin while all of his bones were being broken and then badly put back into place. When the transformation was complete, Remus and his wolf half began to fight for superiority. It seemed almost pointless for Remus to even try to fight him because the wolf would just come back twice as strong. Where were his friends for support when he needed them most? The wolf had gained control for a little bit and was now beginning to walk away from the entrance to the secret passage. But, just as he had made it a few steps away from the Whomping Willow. His ear perked up listening for what or more like who was around him.

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Remus was inside of the tunnel now and had a bit more control over himself than he did before. He forced his wolf form to go toward the Shrieking Shack. One there he began to let out his anger and frustration on the couch ripping it into little pieces. He stood on his hind legs and growled so ferociously it seemed as though it shook the shack completely.

His senses were running wild. The stench of his own blood along with his packs from previous transformations clogged the air. Moonys ears perked up at the sound of shuffling foot steps along the rocky tunnel. He sniffed around hoping to get a whiff of this creatures scent. Not being able to get a good sample of its smell all he could tell about it was that it was a human. [i]'Hopefully, it is someone that won't mind me taking a bite out of them.'[/i] His wolf counterpart thought smugly. But of course Remus fought back, [i]'I'm sure they would mind so shut up and lets get this night over with painlessly'.[/i] While trying to reason with his other half he was now running full speed around the shack attempting to tire himself out. Though it was rather pointless.


Zacharias Smith Entry Ex.
Well now that i'm Quidditch Captain. I'm going to put up a sheet for try outs just to see how many people we have trying out again. I'm most likely going to make the tryouts within the next week or two so that the team has more time to practice. From what I can tell i'm seriously going to need to whoop this team into shape. I'd like to make a list of people so that when tryouts come its easier for me to know whose going to be there and whose not. Of course you're going to have to write down with it what position you'd like to obtain.

Trust me on this one, training is going to be hard. I don't care how good you think you are everyone on the team will have to listen to what I say and what I say will go. Hands down. I'm up for suggestions but I have the final say on everything. My team will be no democracy. It will be a Monarchy. Don't like it? Don't join the team then. I'm going to do everything I can to make sure Hufflepuff wins the cup this year. I will also if need be create a behavioral code. I won't have any slackers or mischief makers screwing up the roster of my team. Saying that its my team never gets old.

Quidditch in my opinion is not just a sport or a game. If played correctly it can be an art. I want the Hufflepuff team this year to be the masters of this art. We will work through blood, sweat and maybe even tears. But if you love the game as much as I do. It's a sacrifice you'd be willing to make.


Zacharias Smith RP Ex.
Zach was sitting up in the Hufflepuff dorms staring outside peacefully. He had finally finished all of his essays and decided that a break from his stuffy dorm was just the thing to bring his spirits up. Zach packed up all of his books, quills and parchment and crammed it into his trunk. He could clean up the mess later right? All that mattered at the moment was getting outside. Zach picked up his cloak and made his way down the spiral staircase to the common room. Taking wide strides across the room he quickly made his way out without having to make small talk with fellow Hufflepuffs. Soon he made his way down to the exit and left the clammy hallways of Hogwarts onto its beautiful campus.

A grin spread across Zach's face as he admired what the grounds looked like right before sunset. Zach walked down to the edge of the lake and up against a tree just close enough to the water that he could touch the lake without getting the rest of him wet. The wind swept passed him and whistled as it went. He took a deep breathe relieving him of his stress and anxiety. He listened to his surroundings and soaked in the serenity of the picture before him. "This must be the eighth wonder of the world" he said to no one specifically.


Tracey Davis Entry Ex.
I'm crazy, no I really am! Being at home all summer has driven me batty. With my parents off doing Death Eater stuff going on business trips for weeks at a time.Guess what else they told me to do at school this year! They told me to look for a suitable husband to live up to the Pureblood Davis name. I know they're even crazier than I am. Soon after my parents told me that they left leaving me home with nothing to do. It is, no wait has, driven me insane! I should invite some friends over and have a party of some sort. Now at least I have something to keep my mind preoccupied for at least 10 minutes. Now things to do one, set up house for party food, decorations, etc. Two, get ready for said party which includes another shower being the third one today, hair and makeup. Third, find some friends willing to come to my party not busy at such short notice.

A party sounds to complicated at the moment. I'd never get anything done anyway. So, maybe i'll go practice my Quidditch technique again. Wouldn't be the first time today. I do seriously have no life at the moment. Which is really pathetic if you ask me. Maybe i'll owl Blaise or someone to come over and practice with me. It would be much more eventful. Plus, I know no man can resist me so he'd come in record time right? Being invited to the Davis Manor is an honor to great for many people. Though my parents are good friends with the Zabini so they shouldn't mind. I just want a good challenge for once rather than someone easy to beat. It does still feel good to beat Zabini at his so called game. Beating any boy at Quidditch actually feels good. I can't believe that for so long the Slytherin team didn't let girls onto the team just because they didn't have penis' were female. That is so degrading. Men can be such pigs at times. But I don't want take another shower since I just did a while ago. I'm still bored.

I swear sometimes I think paint would dry faster than summer would tick by already. I know everyone loves summer and all but what's so great about it? Exactly my point nothing. All tis is hot weather and hot weather. Just another season people stop acting like fucking pansies since it's arrived. Thank God its almost over. I've already packed everything for school, gotten my school supplies, repacked my belongings, left my robes out on a chair so I don't pack it. Knowing me I would too, then freak out the morning I have to take the train because I can't find them. Leading me to unpack my trunk throwing things everywhere and finding them underneath all my stuff later on five minutes before I apparate to the platform. Then having the house elves repack my stuff in record time. I still don't know how they do it.


Oliver Wood Entry Ex.
While walking around Diagon Ally after a photo signing, I went into Flourish and Blotts to see if they had any new Quidditch books in, or that any that I haven't read yet. While looking around after the clerk told me their weren't any new ones. I came upon this journal and felt obligated to buy it because it was the last one. So when I went up to the counter the man said it could contact any wizards who have the same type journal. Fascinating thought really, whoever created this must have been a genius. But, I'm also partially concerned that nobody had thought of this earlier.

Oh me? I'm Oliver Wood. Professional Quidditch Keeper for Puddlemere. Quidditch is about to start up soon and I am ecstatic about it. If people thought I was crazy about it at Hogwarts they haven't seen anything yet. Truly I plan to make heads turn this year. Not only with my keeping skills, if i do say so myself I do get better looking every day. Guess you could consider me a fine wine, they only taste better with age. Well when I'm sixty years old that probably won't apply then. But that's besides the point.


Luna Lovegood Entry Ex.
Luna,here.

I picked up one of these nifty journals when I was exploring for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks with my father in Romania. Lovely place that is. But other than traveling with my father i've also decided to pick up divination in my timetable this year. That class is truly amazing. Though professor Trelawney is a bit batty that class has only told me the truth. So i've been studying up on dreams and I even have my own crystal ball! But, after analyzing my dreams and looking at the inner meaning of such. Something terrible is going to happen. I hope it doesn't mean that i'll be attacked by a beast of some sort. That would be dreadful.But even though divination is quite unhelpful in the pursue of most careers it still sounds like fun. But I've been pondering what I would like to do with my life. I love the Quibber and all, its just I don't want to be a journalist. I was thinking along the lines of a healer. What classes would you need for that? Potions, Herbology, charms, transfiguration... but what else? Hmm.. I'll just run it over with Professor Flitwick. Being head of house must mean he knows somthing to do with this. Well I'm out to go add another entry to my dream diary.

Mandy's birthday is approching. Right? Good for her, hope she has wonderful time. Happy Almost Birthday.

-Out and About
Luna Lovegood.