Abyssus abyssum invocat! [Invite Only]

[harryjamespotter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 400px; background-image: url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u62/King_Giana/Harry%20Potter/harry_potter_bgbw.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141] Abyssus abyssum invocat! Harry James Potter had never been known to take his lumps lying down. Even as a child, he had managed to stand up to his Uncle Vernon and no matter how old he was that man was always roughly triple the size of him. Yet despite what many witches and wizards seemed to believe, even those who knew Harry on a personal level such as professors and housemates, there were certain times when he had the internal wisdom to chose his battles wisely. Harry never cheeked Vernon when the man smelled of brandy, nor did he ever push the limits of what was acceptable in the Dursley home. Harry was exceptionally good at keeping complaints to himself and accepting a raw deal with a quiet and almost polite air. Yet there were certain triggers for Harry that would cause a reaction whether he knew it to be wise or not. These were always the times when he found himself severely punished, and though he had learned somewhat, that mental filtering issue continued to be a problem for him even as a teenager. This had been proven during his first day with Umbridge. Harry had not managed to withhold his temper or his tongue, which had landed him a punishment and a wicked affair with a blood quill. This should have been lesson enough - and to start with it had been. Harry had gone to the library later that week to check out something that would distract him from Umbridge while he was in her class and hopefully keep him from snapping at her again. He had even become a diligent worker on his homework, so as not to think about the horrid woman, her quills and her disregard for Cedric Diggory and his death. Yet despite all this effort, he still found himself blowing up at the daft and infuriating woman when she sadistically stroked one of his triggers, as though having deliberately sought it out simply to provoke him. It reminded him of Snape, and that did nothing to improve his moods with her. This time though, this time was just too much to take. Hermione wanted him to go to Dumbledore, but Harry had no intentions of bothering the Headmaster. The man was clearly ignoring him and obviously had more important things going on than the whining on of Harry Potter. So said Harry Potter was turning to much more interesting and much less patronizing authorities to assist him in taking matters into his own hands. The D.A. wasn't enough this time - Harry wanted Umbridge to personally suffer for what she'd said, and maybe it was a sadistic desire, but he didn't care. It was time to call on the Weasley twins and their trusted sidekicks, Alicia Spinnet and Lee Jordan. Entering the room off the Great Hall where he'd asked the group to meet him, Harry closed the door tight before meeting the eyes of the closest twin and stating solemnly, "I need your help." He waited a moment for those words and there severity to sink in before continuing. "There's someone I want to prank, but I need some really creative ideas here on the hows of going about pulling it off, and I'm going to need some help with it." Another pause, as he was certain that point likely had their mischievous minds whirring already. "I'm tired of playing nice with Umbridge. And what I'd really like to do is give her office a makeover. I'm thinking dogs and a nice Avada Kedavra shade of green ought to do the trick." Here, he smirked. "And it really does have to be dogs and that particular shade of green. Anything else and I just don't think my point will get across just right. Pulling it off is going to be a problem though - I've no idea how to change paint colors, or transfigure plate-kittens into plate-dogs, for starters. And I'll need someone to distract her while I'm in there, too." He looked around at them, then shrugged as though it didn't really matter - because though it did, the last thing he wanted was this lot weaseling him for just why he wanted to do this - "If you can't help that's fine but, I figured you lot would be the best to go to for this level of pranking." Tag to invites / tag-alongs

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((INVITES: Fred & George Weasley, Lee Jordan
ACCIDENTAL TAG-ALONGS: Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger & Ron Weasley

George Weasley & Lee Jordan are initial invitees to the Anti-Umbridge Movement should they join the site! Until then they can be treated as NPC's.))

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[FRED WEASLEY]

Dolores Umbridge was undoubtedly the foulest creature that had ever set foot onto Hogwart's grounds. It was known that there were two types of evil in the world. One type ran about causing trouble which the other type allowed it. Not only was this woman messing with the perfectly successful curriculum , but she was knowingly depriving the students of the use of magic in the school. How were they supposed to deal with the upcoming war (which was becoming well-known as being inevitable) with no further practice? The whole situation had only proven to be stressful for everyone and yet nobody would stand up to the bloody pink witch. It was time for action. That was why Fred Weasley, the 'less talking , more doing' half of the Weasley twins, was more than happy to be a part of the rendezvous that had been set up by Harry for the Quidditch team.

In no time, Fred followed George into the small room that they had been asked to be in at a certain time. The others had beaten them there, so getting a good look at the group was easy upon entering the doorway. It was great to see everyone together again, just like it had always been at Hogwart's , year after year. Sure, Quidditch had helped the friendships develop, but the group had something special holding them together. They could just..relate, nearly all the time about everything. It was obvious that everyone was on the same page with the whole Umbridge issue and the twins had assumed that Harry wanted to discuss something that had to do with such, though they had not predicted what they heard as soon as Harry arrived.

Fred watched Harry as he came in and closed the door. Immediately, Harry voiced his plan. Listening with a smirk on his face, the twin nodded and began to think without a single word. He loved the idea. It was genius. The issue was getting it to work out, not to mention that color switching didn't have a specific spell. They'd more than likely have to come up with one themselves, which could be done but not always in a timely manner. Letting his mind run wild, he shared his own thoughts with the group. 'Ey, Harry. Locking us in, are you? Makes me all tingly inside being all secretive, you're brilliant. he said in response to the way Harry shut the door so quickly. They were, honestly, in trouble if they were discovered.

A grin formed across his face as he continued. Multicorfors.. he pronounced while pointing his wand at his robe to point out that it was simple to change the color of an object. The problem was keeping said object the desired color.Suppose we could work with that, and a bit of Confundus? Can't be hard to mess with the head of hers. As for the plates.. I'll, uh, get back to ya on that, unless one of you lovelies has a suggestion? His gaze moved by everyone, waiting for a response. As for the distraction, so many possibilities.. this'll be wicked ..fighting back. Boy, did it feel good to be rebelling once again.

ooc: great idea, harry. we'll figure it out with all the missing characters and such(;

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[neville]

Let's put it simply: Neville was not a good student when it came to classes. He didn't even know what he was doing half of the time. Somehow, all of his spells seemed to backfire on him. For example, earlier that day they had been in Transfiguration class. Neville had been sitting in the back corner of the room, staring down his feathered quill. The goal: successfully turn it into a bird.

By the end of class, Neville was the only one who had not managed to turn his quill into a bird. Everybody was watching him by that point as he whacked his wand against the quill again and again. Still, nothing.

Class was just about to be dismissed by Professor McGonagall when Neville begged her for one more chance. He was determined to get the spell right. She had allowed him one last chance, so the whole class grabbed their books and crowded around Neville to watch.

Well, he had taken a deep breathe, concentrated with all his might, and tapped his wand down against the quill. It trembled, and the slowly morphed into a small, gray bird. The class, astonished that he had actually done it, started to cheer for him. Neville felt amazing; he had finally done something right in that class!

And that's when the bird exploded.

Well, to make things short, McGongall was not pleased. In fact, she had declared, her face covered in soot at the time, that if Neville didn't learn the spell by next class he would have detention.

So now Neville was desperate. Walking down the corridor near the Great Hall, he was deep in thought. Who could he ask for help without feeling completely embarrassed? He sighed and looked up right as Harry Potter was walking by him. Neville smiled; Harry was a good friend. He was nice to Neville, and never made fun of people... Oh, wait!

Neville whipped out his quill and wand from his robes and hurried after Harry. He watched him as he disappeared through the door to the Great Hall, shutting it behind him. What was Harry doing in there, at this hour?

Curiously, Neville stepped up to the door, slowly turned the knob, and pushed open the door. There, standing before him, was Harry, Fred, George, Alicia, and Lee. Neville felt his face flush. They were obviously doing something sneaky, there was no doubt about it. So, being the slightly dense boy he is, Neville instantly said, "I didn't hear anything!"

[harryjamespotter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 400px; background-image: url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u62/King_Giana/Harry%20Potter/harry_potter_bgbw.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141] Abyssus abyssum invocat! Harry smirked a bit at Fred as the older boy commented on his quickly shutting them all in. If there was one thing he could count on the twins for aside from brilliant pranks, it was that they above all others tended to point out when Harry did something - however small - and make some sort of joke about it. Settling himself against the wall as he spoke, Harry didn't bother to sit and instead merely propped a leg up against it as Fred instantly fell to contemplating how to make the idea work. The younger teen was on edge slightly, too restless to set but too content among this company to pace. "I was thinking something that would draw her attention away from her office for awhile - some sort of disturbance at the other end of the castle," Harry suggested lightly, his green gaze falling on each of his co-conspirators as he said this, as though picking out who he felt might be able to make the best distraction. Turning back to Fred, Harry continued calmly, laying out his ideas rather like a general before the lieutenants. "While Umbridge is distracted elsewhere, three or four of us, depending on how many we need for the distraction itself, go to Umbridges office." Harry had four people to work with, five if he included himself. If two took care of the distraction, that left him with three - two to work on the office, and one to post as a lookout at one end of the hall. Ideally, he wanted one person to set off the distraction, so he could have lookouts at both ends of the hall, but that could prove tricky to accomplish. "Three of us minimum, as we'll need a lookout, but I'd prefer four," Harry continued, explaining his current thought process. "That gives us plenty of time for two people to cast the charms on her walls and plates, and have a warning system in place. That's what I've got so far," Harry added, before shaking his head at Fred. "I'm not sure what to do about the plates. The best idea I had was to take a picture of a dog and transfer it to every plate using the copying spell you showed me for quick homework notes." Before Harry could shrug and say he'd sort of been hoping to rely on Fred and George for better ideas in that area, the door opened and caused in instant response from Harry. Pushing his foot from the wall, Harry was halfway forward with his wand out to confundus whatever idiot stumbled in on them, not even pausing to worry about the consequences should it be a teacher. The spell was on his lips, his eyes stern and grim when he recognized the trespasser, and instantly Neville proved to be his usual self by falling on the defensive. Harry hesitated a moment, then flicked his wand at the door to close and lock it securely. He said nothing as he checked the silencing spells he'd rose, before finally tucking his wand away and giving Neville a slightly sheepish grin. "Sorry about that," Harry stated lightly, referring to the fact he'd almost hexed the boy, "But when forming up an Anti-Umbridge movement, one can't be too careful." The statement was bold enough in its subtlety that Harry was fairly certain Neville would realize what Harry wasn't saying. The other Gryffindor was no more a fan of Umbridge than anyone else in the room, of that Harry was certain. More than that, however, Neville had a loyalty streak a mile wide and because of that, Harry also knew he could trust him. Therefore, including Neville in on the plan was an automatic for Harry, and he was silently telling Neville that he was trusted simply by accepting him on the automatic. "So, who wants to fill in Neville on the plan so far?" Harry asked, looking at the others. Tag: Invites / Tag-Along

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((Notes: Neville's rp sample broke my heart, and this, well this is just cute as all heck. I wanted to hugsquish him, but that would have been sadly, unfortunately out of character ;.; ))

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[neville]

Neville squeaked in fear when Harry drew out his wand and pointed it at him. He could tell that Harry was about to hex him, so Neville threw up his arms in surrender. His lips were pursed and he was sad to admit that he was trembling. Once Harry noticed who it was, however, he put his wand down. Neville nearly fell the floor, panting and terrified. Neville was used to these types of things, of course. It seemed like he was always the one at the end of a hex. First year, for example. He had some nasty experiences, even at the hands of some of his fellow Gryffindors.

"Jeez, Harry," Neville breathed, looking up at the group of Gryffindor students. "I was just going to ask for your help for Transfiguration class. You know, the exploding bird? Professor McGonagall wasn't very happy. I think if she wasn't a teacher she would have gone after me, it was terrifying."

Neville's eyes widened when Harry declared that they had formed an Anti-Umbridge movement. He had been right; Harry was up to something. But it wasn't anything that Neville disapproved of. In fact, it was something that he would highly recommend to anybody. Messing with Umbridge? Neville despised her; she was a frilly, pink demon that needed to leave Hogwarts now. The way she treated Harry in their first class of the year was horrible. He found himself grinning at Harry, and quickly stowed his quill and wand back into his robe pockets. "Forget about McGonagall. What's this plan you guys have going?"


(OOC: Oh, thank you. ^.^ I've never role-played with Neville, it's really fun! And I love your posts with Harry, and especially Snape too! xD)

[HERMIONE GRANGER]

Hermione had had quite the day. Between being in multiple classes at once all day had tired her out somewhat, and she was glad the day was done. Defense Against the Dark Arts had actually been her worst class, due to Umbridge's overly cheery, secretly dreadful presence looming around them as they consistently copied down notes. Hermione direly desired to put Umbridge in her rightful place, which was much lower than Umbridge viewed herself to be. Hermione had endured the class, however, almost silently. She'd answered two of the four questions Umbridge asked, because Hermione wanted her participation marks, but did not want to listen to Umbridge any longer. Hermione's monotone voice through the answering of the questions had proved to everyone there that she did not want to partake in the class. From how everyone else in the class was acting, Hermione could feel the tension blooming around them, more dense than fog. She knew nobody else except the Slytherin bunch wanted to be in Umbridge's presence, and even a few of them were growing tired of her approach to teaching. Hermione honestly just craved a little practical spell work and dueling, even though Hermione worked better with the text books. She was a book person more than an action person unless it was on impulse or in an emergency.

Hermione's second least favourite class of the day had been Transfiguration. She'd turned her quill into a beautiful bird on one of her first attempts, and watched it soar around. Professor McGonagall had even congratulated her for her her efforts and successes. Hermione had beamed with pride as her bird finally came to rest on her shoulder, and she'd transfigured it back. Poor Neville, sitting a few rows back from Hermione, had had no luck with transfiguring the bird. She looked at him with a look of pure sorrow, wishing she could go back and assist him. But the point of the exercise had been to do it on one's own. Hermione could do nothing but sit by and watch hopelessly as Neville tried again and again, but never succeeded. When the class ended, Hermione overheard Neville pleading with McGonagall to try again as she gathered her books, hugging them to her chest and turning to leave. She gathered around with the rest of the class to watch Neville, a hopeful look on her face. She prayed with all of her heart that Neville would be able to amaze everyone by transfiguring his quill into a bird. Watching intently as Neville performed the spell, Hermione closed her eyes, until she heard a faint chirping. Hermione opened her chocolate brown eyes, looking at where a quill had once been, and a bird now sat perched. There sat a gray bird, and Hermione clapped, joining along with the other students, beaming proudly. She knew Neville had always had troubles and had always helped him when he struggled. Hermione's face and arms were suddenly pelted with soot, and she noted as she brushed herself off that she had been hit by the explosion debris from the bird. Sighing heavily, Hermione had patted Neville's shoulder, and left to rid herself of the soot, like many other students in the class. Hermione showered and changed into another pair of the uniform she donned, wearing everything but the cloak, choosing the sweater instead, emblazoned with the Gryffindor emblem over the right portion of her chest. She tamed her hair down a bit so it was more curled than its usual tangled mess. Hermione then decided it was time to seek out Neville, and question him on whether he'd like her aid or not.

She could not find Neville in the Common Room, nor could she find Ron or Harry. It was unusual, because most of the time Hermione could find at least one of them in her line of sight, but none of their forms were sitting or standing about. Hermione breathed in and out calmly before continuing her search. Her light brown hair billowed behind her as her dainty yet quick footsteps collided with the marble staircases. They moved quite frequently, but by her Fifth Year, Hermione had grasped the concept of their movements fairly well, and found Neville trumping down a corridor on the first floor, about a staircase or two below her. Hermione called out Neville's name once, but he must not have heard because he vanished from sight into the Great Hall. Hermione weaved through all of the students passing her and saw as Neville entered the Great Hall. It was not time for a meal yet, and if someone wanted a snack, it was in the Kitchens. So why was Neville going into the Great Hall? That question dove into her curiosity, and so Hermione followed him down after brief hesitation. She stepped down the rest of the marble stairs in the quick hurry she was in. Clusters of people had gathered around the bottom of the staircase, so Hermione nudged her tiny self through the crowds and mumbled apologies as she passed. Finally she got to the Great Hall doors, and once inside, found herself in an empty Great Hall. But, Neville had just walked through the Great Hall, Hermione had seen him go in. So why was he not in the room? This baffled Hermione, who for a second scanned the great Hall in a panic. The door to the room just out of the Great Hall closed in a hurry, like someone shoved a person into the other side of the door, or someone slammed it in a hurry.

Hermione wanted to know what was going on. With Umbridge around. Hermione was unsure what sort of punishments would be implemented on the students who went against her. It agitated Hermione to think of Umbridge at that moment, and in a sheer second of frustration and worry bubbling within her, Hermione walked towards the door. She worried that perhaps Neville was in danger. She began to jog, then run up to the door that had been slammed. Hermione knew from previous exploring that it was where a lot of knick knacks and chairs and odd sorts of things were stored, awaiting their use. Hermione's hand touched the door, and then she twisted it and pulled. It wouldn't open. Panic set in and Hermione stepped back. "Alohamora!" Hermione called out, and the spell hit the lock dead on, but she didn't hear anything unlock. After twisting the doorknob again, Hermione grew very panicked. She could not hear anything on the other side of the door, and she thought Neville was in danger. She stepped back once more. "Bombarda!" Hermione chanted, and the lock exploded, the door now ajar. On her way in, Hermione swished her wand, saying the spell that would fix the door. She held her wand at the ready, looking around. "Neville? Are you okay?" Hermione inquired shakily, her wand out and ready, stepping forward to see what was going on in front of her.

[FRED WEASLEY]

The whole situation was getting Fred excited. Not only would this completely insult the madwoman's intelligence, but if would show her that the students wouldn't just let her come in and change everything. It seemed as though none of the professors were fighting back. It was about time someone stepped up to the plate, and who better than Harry to lead the rebellion? It was more than flattering to have been chosen for such a task. I'm fairly certain that the distraction part of this plan will not be difficult achieve, he said , grinning at his twin. The thought of fireworks went racing through his mind. However, we're more than thrilled to act where you need us, Harry. He knew they needed lookouts, and he knew they'd need a few people in her office as Harry had explained. They couldn't get caught in the process, it would ruin everything.

Taking a face palm to his forehead, Fred nodded referring to Harry's suggestion involving copying the image of a dog to the plates. Why hadn't he thought of that? Of course! That, and epoximise.. ya'know.. wouldn't want her darling plates to fall from the wall. Just imagining such a scene made Fred chuckle. He almost wished that he could be there to witness Umbridge when she discovered her new office. Before he could add more, Neville Longbottom came bursting through the door.

Bloody Hell, Harry. You'd think you were in Azkaban with those reflexes. 'Ello, Neville.. he greeted with a smile. Neville always seemed to end up in the unluckiest situations. He listened with a raised eyebrow as Neville explained to Harry why he had come. Explod---never mind, he began to ask, but stopped himself. Of course transfiguration involved explosions. It was Neville, after all. Stepping up to the plate, Fred began to explain what they were doing there, until Someone else came into the door.

Reflexively, Fred nearly darted for the door and pulled out his wand only to see that it was Hermione Granger. Taking a look at Harry, he pointed out, I'm starting to think that you didn't do so hot sealing the door. He grinned sheepishly before turning again to Hermione. We were just plotting to overthrow the Minis--- he began in a taunting tone , pausing dramatically before he could finish the sentence. No more intrusions? Wicked. We're gaining up on Miss Dolores Umbridge, also known as pink madwoman. His face grimaced in disgust at the mention of her name.

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[harryjamespotter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 400px; background-image: url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u62/King_Giana/Harry%20Potter/harry_potter_bgbw.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141] Abyssus abyssum invocat! Harry couldn't help the broad grin he sent Fred's way as the elder half of the dynamic duo offered up precisely what Harry had hoped for. He could think of no better people than the Weasley twins for distraction techniques. As the older boy facepalmed and expanded on Harry's idea, the leader of this illegal operation was churning ideas through his mind. Unfortunately none of these were voiced due to Neville's arrival. As he pocketed his wan, Harry shot Fred a surprisingly grim look. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't have those sort of reflexes," he pointed out mildly, before giving Neville an apologetic look. "I'm sorry about that though - and yeah, I can try and help you out with the Transfiguration today. Though really, Hermione is probably your best bet." He added somewhat sheepishly. As though these words had summoned her, Harry felt a tingle down his spine as his wards were tested - the only warning he got before Hermione used a bloody Bombarda to blast her way inside. Although his wand was at the ready, it was Fred who responded quickest this time, resealing the door and teasing Hermione before letting her in on it. Harry had not wanted Hermione involved - he knew how much obeying the rules meant to her, even if they came from someone like Umbridge. Still, at this point, it was impossible to hide that the lot of them were plotting. "Care to join us?" Harry chanced, giving Hermione a slight smile in the hopes that she would relent a bit, as Umbridge was in a league all her own. TAG: Anti-Umbridge Movement

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[GEORGE WEASLEY]

George had come into the room with his twin, Harry and other, but he was mostly just standing there thinking. He hadn’t said anything at all, and he wasn’t sure he could just yet. He was working on the plate idea in his head. Thinking of plans and ways to actually carry things out was his job, Fred just mostly made sure everything fell together in the end and did all the sneaky stuff. They made a great team, though most people just saw them as trouble makers. Truth was, both boys were very smart. They just used their brains on other things than most people.

He actually spaced out for most of the conversation and didn’t notice Neville or Hermione come in at all, so when he came back to reality after thinking about a plot, he was surprised to see others there. ”I think I may have an idea for the plates. We could use a transfiguration potion or spell and put it into powder form. Then, put it in an explosive and throw it in her office. When it goes off, it would transfigure them. That’s all I got.” He gave a shrug. He wasn’t acting like himself right now, but that was okay. He was trying to help Harry and that included spacing out as he thought of plans and pranks. Distracting Umbridge would be the easy part. He stood there waiting for them to say if they liked his idea or not. He didn’t want to break his thought train just in case they didn’t like it.

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