“HELP WILL ALWAYS GIVEN AT HOGWARTS, TO THOSE WHO ASK FOR IT.”

Welcome to Hogwarts! We are a crossfandom, au-based discord roleplay server centered around the world of Harry Potter. Each channel is a different location within the castle, on the grounds, or even at Hogsmeade! There you can interact with your fellow students and manage your mischief among your houses. We follow no canon timelines, and accept characters of any fandom, OCs, and even Potter characters of any era!

We’ve recently rebooted the server, so come join us, make friends, and cause all the mischief your muse’s little heart desires!

OUR APPLICATION PROCESS IS SIMPLE; FILL OUT THE FORM, SUBMIT TO US, AND WE’LL SEND YOU THE LINK!

OOC: YOUR NAME: YOUR AGE: YOUR PRONOUN(S): IC: MUSE: AGE: BLOOD STATUS: ( pureblood, half-blood, muggle born ) YEAR: DESIRED HOUSE: We may, on occasion, ask you to switch houses if we have an overflow of one house, or we feel your character fits better elsewhere. POSITION: Prefect, Quidditch Position, etc. These roles are first come, first serve. Prefects and the Head Boy/Girl cannot be Quidditch Captains. Prefects are year 5+, Head Boy/Girl are year 7. FACECLAIM: PERSONALITY: One-two paragraphs about your character’s general personality. BIOGRAPHY: Around two paragraphs. Characters with special abilities (Metamorphamgi, Legilimens, Animagus, Veela, etc.) are limited, and first come, first serve. WRITING SAMPLE: Two paragraphs at least, using the muse you’re applying for.

        WHO ARE THESE CHILDREN && WHY                         DO THEY KEEP CALLING ME MOM?

he wants to be icarus, sometimes. to have the sun know of him, to touch the sky. his fingers stretched out, knowing that just a little bit and he’ll reach the clouds - to feel the burning of love within him. you told him, once, about wolves who love moons, and he smiled, talked about birds and deep breaths and blue waves - did you understand, back then? did you see the way his eyes became fire, his words burning holes in your body? you blamed the sun. you blamed the stars. you blame yourself. but consider this - maybe it isn’t the sun’s heat that burns him, maybe it is the boy himself.                                                 

                                          ——— ICARUS WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE A TRAGEDY. 

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                            TO THE LEADER, THE PARIAH,                                THE VICTOR, THE MESSIAH:                                                THIS IS WAR.

what do you mean this wasn’t in the script

                                          ( AS CLEVER AS SHE’S P R E T T Y. )