By mentioning the SK you must actually be the SK.

Vote: Rokk.

By not bolding your vote you draw my suspicion.

Vote RP

It's day 1. Is there even a point in voting?

Stop trying to draw suspicion away from you, mafia scum. :D

Yes. To force me to post this:

Vote Update:

rorschachparadox (1): Girathon

With 13 players, 7 is a healthy majority.

You have about five and a half hours left (because I am going to close this thread early)

True. The mod must be kept on his toes!

Oh Potter, you rotter, oh what have you done?
You're killing off students, you think it's good fun!!!!!



EEeeeeeHEEEHeeeeHeeeeeeeHEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!


OY! MYRTLE!!!!!!

What makes you think Potter is killing off students?

I've seen SpongeBob, I wish I could undo watching it, but I can't.

Bad, very bad, but I chuckled.

Day 1: Into the Depths

“Zabini, Blaise.” The sorting hat rested on him for a moment before announcing “Hugglepuff!” There was a murmur of confusion at the Slytherin table, that was immensely drowned out by cheering from the Hugglepuff table.

“What do you reckon would have happened if it said Slytherin and there weren’t enough beds for all of them?” Draco asked a nearby Slytherin.

“Not sure. Probably would just put them in a house where there is room.”

“Odd, I thought Blaise would be a shoe in for Slytherin. Must be a, ahhh, special lad to deserve Hugglepuff. I wouldn’t if I were him.” Indeed, Blaise Zabini was frowning as he strode over to the Hufflepuff table, casting furtive glances towards the Slytherins.

Watching this, Harry had little time to notice that Dumbledore had stood and made his way to the podium.

“Welcome!” Professor Dumbledore said. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!”

“Is he – a bit mad?” Harry asked a prefect near him

“His eyes arr poolz of dark,” the gloomy prefect said, and then wrote the words in her journal. She mouthed the words again as she wrote them.

The feast began. As they ate, Harry listened in on the conversations the others were having, only adding a few non-committal answers here and there. Only Crabb and Goyle were quitter, but mostly because they were too busy stuffing their faces. Harry did not know if he had heard either say a single word. Draco was being…well, Draco. A bit of a pratt, to be honest. Dropping names, feeling out family connections, trying to establish himself. Harry ignored it and listened in to others.

Finally, Dubmledore finished the night with a speech, ending with “And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death.”

They then sand the most dreadful song Harry had ever heard, and at last were sent on their way.

Harry followed the prefects down, down, down into the lowest reaches of the school, until at last he was in the dungeons. Frowning, he followed the prefect girl from before until she at last reached a stone wall where the prefect stopped and turned to tell all the first years, “the password is ‘disemboweled.’”

Through a sudden doorway, the students filed into an eerily beautiful room, illuminated by faint whisps of moving lights from outside, suspended in what Harry could only guess to be the moat. While he would later find that during the day, the sunlight through the moat cast a dreamy green light, at night Harry could see the bioluminescence of savage look sea creatures. What they were doing inland in the moat was anyone’s guess.

Behind a bookcase, the first years found their dormitories. While the others fell asleep at once, Harry spent a moment or two orienting himself to his new living arrangements before setting off to do a little bit of restless exploration. He rarely slept well, and only after he had pushed himself to exhaustion. It would be much better when he could throw himself into his studies…

Day 1 is over! Night 1 has begun! You have 24 hours to get your actions in! Sooner is always better!

Night 1: News From Home

Harry’s nightly forays drew the attention of his bunkmates, but nothing more. They knew he stayed up long into the night, and would often still be reading in the common area when they finally succumbed to sleep, but more than once Draco or Greggory would see that Harry was gone from his bed, gone from the common room, and nowhere in sight.

A very cross Draco Malfoy told Harry Potter, “Just don’t lose us any points. Slytherin has been top in points for years now. If Weasley, or some Ravenclaw student outshines us…or worse. Longbottom,” Draco mocked in sing-song, “or that tart Granger. We would NEVER hear the end of it.”

“Neville?” Harry asked, knowing that this conversation would come up eventually. “He’s alright.”

“He’s a puffed up idiot,” retorted Draco offhandedly, “who thinks everyone should bow down at his feet because he is The-Boy-Who-Lived. More like The-Boy-Who-Tripped.” Both Crabb and Goyle laughed at this, making Draco smirk at his own joke. “Just get some sleep, Harry. You look like you need it.”

Harry rolled his eyes, but Draco was probably right. Something about this dungeon rattled Harry. His insomnia was worse than normal. It was good for his homework, though.

Draco left for breakfast at the Great Hall, Crabb and Goyle in tow, ahead of Harry rather than waiting. Oddly, if Draco wasn’t around, Crabb and Goyle would sometimes flank Harry and follow him around instead. It was unsettling, to be sure. Either they were unaware – or just as likely forgotten – that Harry was the God-son of a famed auror, one that Harry could vividly remember trying to get a Goyle senior arrested as a Death Eater, even after all these years.

Sirius Black was nearly a tabloid figure half the time, and a commentator the other half. Having famously lost so many close friend during He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named’s famed war, he had entered into further schooling as an Auror several years late. He was only accepted due to some glowing recommendations by no less than Mad-Eye Moody and Albus Dumbledore. From there, he graduated a year early and promptly rose through the ranks in the ministry before halting abruptly. He had too much fervor, too much zeal, and the country seemed to be out of Death Eaters. Still, until he had found Peter Pettigrew, who Sirius was convinced had somehow survived that famous duel with Severus Snape.

Harry had sent a correspondence to Sirius that had been tactfully brief. He mentioned the Slug Club, and that he won five points for Slytherin from MacGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, for exceptionally good work in transfigurations on the first day of class. In truth, it had been a bit of an accident. Harry was simply practicing the motion, but the momentum of the wand made if feel like power was just gushing out, and changed the match into a whole pile of needles.

What Sirius would have said had he known Harry was exploring Hogwarts Castle in the middle of the night while wearing the invisibility cloak that he was not supposed to have yet was anyone’s guess. Either Harry would have been grounded, or perhaps he would simply provide Harry with a couple of tips from his own days at Hogwarts. Sirius was a little unpredictable like that.

The morning of the second day, Lupin sent him a letter to this very effect.

Harry took a detour up by the library to drop off some books. Passing by the landing on the third floor (due to a couple of doors that refused to open, and a stairway that listlessly led the completely wrong direction no matter how much Harry insisted that it move), Harry saw two familiar faces getting scolded. “Y-y-you shouldn’t b-b-be up here! D-d-detention,” the figure said, waifing a fairly rotten smell and adjusting his turban.

Thorknigh83 has detention! He was Vincent Crabb and Gregory Goyle (Town / Slytherin), two blockheaded Slytherins with few thoughts and few friends. They seem to be frustrated that Harry can stay out all night without getting in trouble, but the moment THEY head to the wrong platform, its detention.

Having reached the Greathall, Harry cast a quick glance over for Neville, but he appeared to be in conversation with the abrasive girl. Throughout the meal, he kept glancing over to get Neville’s attention, but frustratingly only could make eye contact with the Weasley kid who appeared to think that Harry was giving him the evil eye.

Well, today was their first day of Potions with Slugghorn and Gryffindor. Finally, he and Neville could talk and maybe he could get Neville to forgive him for going Slytherin rather than Gryffindor.

Just as he stood up to leave, two owls came in, both dropping letters in front of Harry.

“R u gong to read them,” the Slytherin prefect asked him, a trail of fake blood on her lip for what-ever-reason. She pointed listlessly at Harry’s letters.

“Err, not now. I need to go to the …err… Library,” he said just as Neville and the Gryffindor girl started heading to the door. He stuffed the letter in a pocket and dashed off to meet them just outside the door.

“A moment,” he said, catching up to them, just outside a doorway where they could hear a shrill, high-pitched voice berating someone severely for ‘conduct unbecoming of Hogwarts.’

They tried to ignore the yelling, but whoever was getting told was REALLY getting told.

Neville frowned a bit, then shrugged, “Hermione, wait a sec. Yeah, what is it Harry? Tired off your pureblood friends?” Hermione’s face was just a little pink and she looked away, trying not to look at Harry or into the classroom where the students were getting scolded.

“You know it’s not like that, Neville,” Harry replied. “I, erm, just wanted to ask if, you wanted to meet up in the Library and study together later.” Glancing at Hermione, he added weakly, “both of you?”

Inside the classroom, the voice squeaked, “And you! Can’t you control them?”

Neville ignored the berating and gave Harry a half-smirk. “I’m going to see Hagrid after Potions. Another time.” He sauntered off. Hermione glanced at Harry with a frown, and then hurried away, but going another direction.

Harry departed as well, pulling letters out of his pockets. After Harry left, someone left the classroom quite cross, but thinking that those students would NOT try that again.

The students then meekly glanced around to make sure no one saw them leaving, feeling rather peevish. They were going to be more discrete and certainly NOT get in trouble again this year, given the amount of detention that they had earned. And furthermore, no one could know they got such a verbal thrashing.

adamical has left the game! He was ???????? (?????/?????). Detention.

Harry smiled to himself. The other note was from Hagrid, requesting Harry to come down and visit after Potions.

It was time for Potions, and time to get things done.

Night 1 is over! Day 2 has begun! It is a weekend phase, so the phase will be open for 48 hours. With 11 remaining, 6 is a majority!

Are there multiple towns in the game?

Hmm, interesting. Seems like two pretty straight forward kills. First one I assume is the SK. Sounds like: Quirinus Quirrell

Second one seems to be a pretty standard Janitoring.

Was there perhaps a MD in there based on the bit about Harry getting distracted? Or just the first person story telling?

How do you MD the mod?