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RPGolden Era Plot & Overview
The Dark Lord reigns...
Forum rules: Welcome to Golden Era! Set in 1998 during the events of Harry Potter's seventh year, this era explores the magical world after Death Eaters have taken control of Britain. Jump in to one of the roleplaying regions available below, or keep scrolling to browse all of the latest news from the era to learn more about what is going on in the world.

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 #40301  by Ginny Weasley
 
Ginny uncorked the stopper of the vial she held in her left hand and tapped her wand to the tip. Shimmery gold paint -- Dean's special mixture, guaranteed no-chip and Vanishing spell resistant -- followed the tip of Ginny's wand in a thin tendril. She faced the blank wall of the empty sixth floor corridor in which she stood, took a deep breath, and directed the paint at the wall.

Words started to form, following her wand in looping shapes. Ginny looked nervously over her shoulder. In the dusty corridor, nobody moved except her. But if the Carrows or their Slytherin cronies turned the corner a hundred paces down the hall, she'd be dragon food for sure.

Not as if it'd be your first detention this year, Ginny thought wryly. The tender bruises around her left eye and across her abdomen were still a plenty painful reminder of the consequences of last week's Dumbledore's Army activities.

Like that would stop us! Ginny's chest swelled with fierce pride as she confidently looped an e. Hogwarts definitely felt a more hostile place this year, but thanks to Neville, Luna, and the rest of the D.A., far less lonely. With Harry, Ron, and Hermione gone, their dogged little resistance was just about the only thing that gave Ginny purpose or drive any more. No matter the danger, they were going to show Voldemort who Hogwarts really belonged to.

Ginny stepped back to admire her handiwork. Glimmering golden letters spelled "Dumbledore's Army, Still Recruiting."

"Verdimillious!" she added with an extra flourish of her wand, so that the gold paint emanated lively green sparks.

"Can't miss that," Ginny muttered under her breath, smirking happily. She immediately regretted it; the old split from her previous detention broke open and began to freshly bleed. She brought her finger to her lips, and at the very same moment she did so --

A stony, distant echo broke the silence of the deserted corridor. Ginny froze, waiting - her ears pricked for the sound of footsteps drawing nearer echoed around the bend.

Silence. But the hairs on the back of Ginny's neck stood on end.

"Who's there?" she called, wand at the ready.
 #40375  by Markus Green
 
Yukiko was amazing, not because of his missing friend prudence, not because they shared an equally sarcastic nature. No, it was because she’d been resilient. No wonder she shared blood with the yakuza monster from Hokkaido, but that wasn’t why he was walking down these halls tonight. Shiro and Yukiko might have helped him get here, but they were far from the reason he was here.

He was here for mark, the man mentally younger in years connected to him through their shared body. As much as he did see the two Japanese “friends” as small gifts he’d not be able to openly admit that for some time. He’d always credit mark for his pride, for his cunning and for his reasoning. Because mark was the reason he did it.

He’d been timid that week, something unlike him... more fitting of mark, but with the help of others he was back to his old self. He’d Been watching the list of students given to him, waiting for an opening... then it came. He knew it was an open invention to anyone on the side of light, but for him it felt personal.
“Mark...well... Markus green. Marks been tied up.” He stepped out of the shadows, his eyes watching her wand carefully.
“I’m... not an enemy. I’m looking to join something meaningful in this war...to make a difference.” He said honestly. He had meant that, for marks sake. Mark valued the light, the good in people... so he did to. He simply didn’t hide from how evil humanity could be either. It had hardened him, but if this group really meant well, he’d give them a chance.
“As long as you mean you’d well intentions.” He added.