WELCOME TO HOGWARTS

[Silv]

It was a sad thing to say, but Robin was used to waking up in strange places with no recollection of how he had gotten there. So, when the Boy Wonder awoke to the slight jerking of a train in motion he took barely a moment to realize where he was and that he was attached to the seat by what appeared to be a roller coaster bar. He was, however, baffled as to where they were headed and what had happened to his uniform. He had the vaguest of impressions that he was on a hellish version of Thunder Mountain.

The boy glanced around the train car he was in. All the people surrounding him were wearing robes as well, and in varying states of consciousness. Some of them he knew. Most of them he didn't. A peek at his own robes told him he was on the red team. Or something. At least they had left him his mask.

“Goooooooood morn'n Duckies!”

A familiar voice crackled on the speakers and Robin heard a metallic whirring noise as giant screens lowered down from the ceiling. The face of Mad Mod became clear as the Brit zoomed out, and finally bothered to focus the camera, seeming to glance around the train car at them. The man wasn't pretending to be young this time. Instead he was wearing a gigantic, white fake beard.

Robin wasn't sure what level of creepy this was on, but it was certainly up there.

The man made a tutting noise when he noticed a good number of said “duckies” were still unconscious. “Well, I hope you don't plan on sleeping through your classes like this. You yanks are so rude. But we'll make proper British citizens of you yet.”

Because that was totally Robin's life goal.

Something outside the window caught Robin's attention as his gaze was drawn to a gigantic castle that they seemed to be rapidly approaching. The castle didn't look derelict, however, as castles were apt to do. It was bright and shiny and...were those people buzzing around it like flies? There was no way. He moved to sit up, and tried to get a better look by almost slipping under the bar in front of him to stand up.

“Oh, I wouldn't do that if I was you,” the voice warned, causing the young leader to pause and stare up at the screen. He knew that Mod could see them. Maybe he could even hear them.

“What is this?” the boy asked, a scowl on his face.

“You children are going to school,” the man with the fake beard said snidely, pushing his mod glasses further up his nose. “You lot are terribly uneducated so the villains of your community have taken it upon ourselves to make sure you all grow up to become upstanding young Brits.”

Robin couldn't fathom why the villains he fought every day cared about his Britishness, but maybe that was just Mad Mod speaking for everybody. He knew one thing for sure: he was getting off this train and taking everyone with him. His resolve must have shown on his face because the next thing Mod said stopped him.

“The chairs are pressure sensitive while the train is in motion,” the man warned. “Have to keep you kiddies in your seats somehow, after all.” he chuckled, and while Robin couldn't see below the man's shoulders he assumed that the man had just twirled his cane in amusement. “The moment one of you stands the whole train goes up like the bombing of London. You Titans might be able to survive it, but can the civilians?” and suddenly Robin understood why he only recognized a fraction of the people in the train with him.

This was going to be harder then he'd anticipated.

“Enjoy the ride, Duckies.” the man said as the screen winked out.

Robin's attention then went to rapidly trying to figure out a means of escape as the train hurtled them through time and space. The best he'd come up with was finding objects with weights that matched theirs while a couple Titans went to the front and tried to stop the train. Maybe the idea could have worked. If there was anything around to use as a weight. Also, more time would have helped.

The ride had been short. Either that or it was planned accurately enough that the kids would wake up right before they arrived at the gigantic castle Robin had first seen from the train. As the machine slowed to a hissing stop the bar in front of him retracted and an automated sounding voice came from overhead.

“Please exit the train in an orderly fashion. You will be escorted to the great hall where you will be separated by house. Any mischief will be punished severely.”

Someone huge passed by the train windows and Robin's masked eyes widened when he realized it was Cinderblock. Maybe Mod wasn't crazy when he said all the villains were involved. He filed off the train with the others, helping a civilian who was still a little groggy get down the stairs safely, before stopping outside the train to look for his teammates.

This turned out to be the wrong thing to do. He was suddenly shoved from behind, and turned to glare at Cinderblock who was apparently supposed to be herding them all towards the castle like sheep. It took a great deal of self control for Robin not to simply attack the giant concrete monster. He needed to get to Mad Mod. He needed to stop this before civilians got hurt.

Robin followed the crowd, and after a short boat ride that other people will do justice in describing, the mass of teens found themselves at the gates. Johnny Rancid opened the door, gesturing rudely for the kids to go through it. The young leader took a deep breath and led the way up the stairs stopping short of another double doors and two of Mod's famous robot guards. The robots seemed to wait until most of the teens had filed into the stairway before opening the doors to the great hall.

Upon the site of the hall, Robin's masked eyes widened in amazement. It was huge, and the ceiling looked like the sky. The paintings along the edge of the room would occasionally move and then turn into hynoscreens, something not to look at, and there were four huge tables. The civilians seemed to know what to do better then Robin did himself. Or perhaps they were simply more trusting...or already hypnotized, as they separated into the four colors and took seats at the long table.  People moved around Robin, as he wasn't moving, until he was finally pushed in the direction of the red table. With a wary look on his young face, he waited until the last possible moment before sitting down.

Ooc:
Okay! To make this quick and easy so we can get to the actual schooling bit, I want you all to write a single post that gets your character from the train to the Great Hall. Once everybody's there the real magic can start. ;D

If your character is a villain (even a teen) then they do not take the train, they're already at Hogwarts and should follow the details in my next post~

[Silv]

Rose thought this was probably the dumbest idea in the history of dumb ideas. She figured she would know, too, since she was incredibly skilled at coming up with dumb ideas. The young villainness bounced in her seat, tugging at her uniform tie. The giant great hall they were in was a pretty snazzy room but it was eerie when it was empty like now.

She was seated at a gigantic empty table waiting for the Titan's stupid train to get here. Every so often she would catch a glance towards the “teacher's table” in the front where her Dad and the other adults were sitting. She wished she could be up there instead of at the empty table. They seemed to be talking about something. She wanted to know what.

The doors to the great hall opened with a jolt and Rose swiveled her head around to look at the flood of oncoming “students”. There were a few familiar faces among the crowd, ones she wanted to make suffer, but most were completely foreign to her. The girl waited patiently in her seat as the other teens filled in around her. Most of them were talking about what they had done over the summer, a topic Rose found particularly dull until a boy nearby mentioned sky diving and she plunged right into the conversation.

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Hogwarts.

She was actually going to fricking Hogwarts!

It wasn't every day one learned that they were a wizard that needed training in some sort of exclusive school for British kids. Paige couldn't believe she'd never realized it sooner, the whole "moving paper" thing she had going for her should have been the first hint, really. Maybe with actual training, she could do more than move paper for once...

She couldn't stop thinking about what Hogwarts would be like as she sat in a train compartment, fully robed (funny, she couldn't recall ever putting these on...) and staring out the small window at the ancient looking castle that was gradually getting bigger. For a moment, she thought back to the moment she'd boarded platform nine and three quarters, bidding farewell to the giant (he preferred to be called "Mammoth") who had helped her acquire her school supplies. It seemed so long ago, and now she had to look forward to a year of schooling on various witch-y skills, such as Britishness, because that was one of the essential skills a successful witch needed, apparently. What she was less than thrilled about was being among a bunch of other students, which was kind of mean-spirited to think, but it was hard to not be cynical when your muggle life consisted of pitiful attempts at getting along with people. (Maybe I can avoid all of that this time,) she thought, feeling the need to hold on to some kind of hope. 

Before long, the train had come to a stop, and up came the roller coaster like metal bars. For some reason, Paige seemed to know that she had to stick with the other blue robed people (one of them had ashen skin and purple hair, oddly enough) as they exited the train. A giant stone thing that looked less than friendly led -- well, marched them to a dozen boats at the edge of a massive lake. She was put on rowing duty along with another person who, annoyingly enough, looked way too tired to row very well. Then again, she caught herself yawning every other minute or so, and worse still, she had the feeling that a headache was encroaching. She didn't dare complain though, that was a common mistake people made in school.

Despite those inconveniences, the boat ride was more peaceful than it was terrible, and once she stepped onto the mainland, it felt like it had ended too soon. After being led through the implausibly large double doors guarded by two robots who seemed perfectly in place (wizards were tech experts, after all), Paige found herself in the extravagantly decorated (and VERY British) main hall. Without instruction, she sat at one of the giant tables with the other blue robed kids. As she was admiring the room -- especially those paintings -- she realized that a few students, like a kid with some kind of bird mask, looked completely lost. She... well... she felt a little sad for them, but she was more happy for herself, seeing as how she was acting perfectly normal for once. Making a mental note to keep up the good work, she awaited some kind of announcement and tried not to make any eye contact with other people at her table.

[Audrey]

When Stephanie came to, she was rather surprised to find herself on a train. She didn't remember getting on a train at any point. Let alone a train so... fancy. As she looked around the car she was in, she definitely was sure she would've remembered getting on as across from her was a duck in a robe of some kind. It was actually a pretty hilarious sight to be honest. The duck seemed very excited as well. Good for the duck! Next to her was some passed out girl with grey hair and same robes as the duck just... human-sized instead of duck-sized. Looking down, Stephanie realized she too was in the robes. Quickly she felt for her face and found she had been given a mask to cover her eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief knowing her identity was safe if this was still Jump City though... looking out the window, it seemed it was more likely to be the UK somewhere based on the long rolling green hills.

As the screen's slid out, Stephanie paid attention to the strange British man. As the presentation finished, she slowly put together that is seemed... she'd been kidnapped. She wasn't aware if the others were here intentionally, though, noticing Robin 1 in a car up ahead, she was guessing they were ALL kidnapped... Not sure why they'd kidnap a duck though I mean- "NO DUCK! DON'T GET UP OUT OF THE SEAT, YOU'LL KILL US ALL!" Stephanie commanded the duck as it began flapping it's wings. It was a well-known fact that ducks weighed the same as a witch, so she could only assume the duck leaving it's seat counted against the no leaving rule. Luckily, the duck decided to stay in it's seat. The rest of the train ride was spent intensely watching the duck to make sure it remained seated. Whoever knew duck-sitting (no pun intended) would be such a difficult thing?

The next part of the trip was moving onto some manner of boats and riding along a lake. If not for Cinderblock bossing everyone around and giving the evil eye, it actually would've been kind of cool. Through some bizarre twist of fate, Stephanie once again got paired up with grey hair and spectacles and the duck. Was she the only seeing this duck or something? It was definitely the only animal here apart from Beast Boy and no one has raised a single fuss about it. Was this duck a superhero or something? A super duck? It definitely didn't seem super. It just seemed like somebody put a duck on the train as some sort of joke.

What WAS something else was the grey-haired girl who had managed to wake up from her dirt nap finally. She was going OFF like crazy about all sorts of stuff like OWLs, and spells, and being british. Stephanie has NO idea what her deal was, but dang was she excited about it. After chatting with her a bit, she found her name was Felicity, and that they were apparently going to Hogwarts to be wizards and witches. Well that explains the duck... sort of. Does the fact that a duck weighs the same as a witch make the duck a witch? Does that mean her duck friend is in fact female? And do witches weigh the same as wizards? So many questions, so little time. They soon arrived at this giant hall thing.

Intimidated by the paintings, Stephanie maintained herself towards the center of the room, and seeing as she didn't seem to see anyone she knew, (Which was pretty much Barbara really.) she decided to stick with Felicity and the duck who seemed to have managed a budding friendship. She recognized a couple of the people from around Jump. The main 5 titans were there, as were some of Titans East too. She saw Barbara as well, but figured she probably had more important things than to deal with her. Settling into things, Stephanie slumped over and waited for some form of address or explanation... Beyond the one on the train. A million plans to escape were running through her head, but she wasn't going to execute any knowing there were so many villains around.

[Elenaphant]

They weren't even going to go into issues about brain damage with their curious habit of waking up in unfamiliar places. Cyborg snapped awake, when lo and behold Mad Mod was tutting at him. Great, given that he was strapped down he assumed this would be another wacky ride through funky British town. He considered using a laser in one of his digits to begin to cut the bar, when Mod gave his warning. Cyborg froze, and for the rest of the trip prayed no one had the urge to scratch their butt, lest they be blown up.

So, with that, the ride was mercifully short, and he was being herded away from the rigged train by Cinderblock of all villains, to add insult to the injury. He was right there for the beating, but he wasn't about to risk all these people while in proximity to the train. Even after, when they arrived to the boats, Cyborg refrained though was seriously tempted to start pummelling. From what Mod said, this was a big set up. Too much risk, not enough information. He tried looking for someone he knew, and just when he could see the unmistakable tips of Robin's spiky black hair, he was swept up with the crowd and there was no way of getting to him. On the boat he went, awkwardly rowing with a bunch of other cramped kids he didn't know.

What was unnerving was they weren't even scared. No, at worst they seemed nervous, some seemed excited, and they talked to each other about "receiving the news", and what they were looking forward to. The robes, the castle, and the mention of 'I knew I was more than a muggle' made it painfully obvious. They actually believed they were going to Hogwarts. 

'Hogwarts' itself was impressive, in the sense of how much thought went into this set up. Where did they find a building large enough to house a sizable portion of young Jump City teens? This wasn't in the middle of the city, nor in the suburbs, they must have built this in the middle of wherever they were (he considered using a built in GPS on his scanner but didn't know how to be subtle about it) and been planning in advance for awhile. Seriously? He expected this kind of villainous nerdy from Control Freak, but somehow Mad Mod had roped all the villains out of their busy schedule. Is this how the bad guys spent their time in Belle Reve? 

In the Great Hall, or what seemed to be it, he managed to catch Starfire's eye. Her robe had yellow, while he was with the purple group. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, wait, they had been sorted? Why wasn't he in Gryffindor? No--pull yourself together Cyborg! This was not the primary concern. You know who was in Gryffindor? Robin, naturally. He tried not to smirk as the word show off flitted through his head. He had to be brave, getting through life at only four feet short. He sat down at the table, and couldn't help but glance to the long one at the front. 

...Slade? Hogwarts suddenly got scary. 

His dark eye darted to Robin, though he was sitting far away now and Cyborg wasn't sure if he could see him (ironically, given their respective statures), mostly to see his reaction. Then at Starfire, who was sitting uncertainly, probably didn't know what to do. He couldn't think of what either. They'd just have to wait and see.

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Elodie hadn't initially wanted to be there. After all, while the titans were here Elodie could easily be stealing things and breaking into research centers. But, seeing as how the old man was involved, Elodie had joined them, for she was a submissive and cooperative pupil when it came to Brother Blood. It also kept her from getting mind controlled, which was always a plus. Bored now, Elodie thought as she looked around from her seat, twirling her "wand" absently as she looked towards the "teachers" table, glancing at Brother Blood every now and then. When she had discovered that the old man was head of Slytherin house and she wasn't in that group, she had nearly thrown a fit.

Especially when she discovered the actual head of Ravenclaw house.

Control Freak.

Elodie had been furious, for Control Freak was a pathetic villain in her book. For the most part, Elodie hardly considered him a villain. To her, he was simply an overweight geek who was all talk and hardly any action. The fact that he was supposedly a great intellectual had made Elodie burst out laughing. But now she was stuck with dealing with him due to being Head Girl of Ravenclaw House. If he tries to flirt or hit on me, his ass is zapped. Elodie thought, shuddering at the thought of it. He was so not her type. 

And to top it off, i'm in a bloody skirt, Elodie thought, tugging at her uniform stopping only when the "students" arrived. She recognized a great deal of them, especially the more well known titans due to having fought them before. However, the rest of them were foreign faces that Elodie had never met before nor would she ever meet again. She took note of the ones wearing blue, for they were to be under her....care, a smirk appearing on her lips. This is going to be entertaining, Elodie thought, eyes zeroing in on Cyborg of the titans before glancing up at Brother Blood. She was mildly aware of the old mans interest/obsession with the Titan, but now seeing the two of them in the same room together some things started to become clear. I wonder if his blueprints are the same as Gramps, Elodie thought as she began to twirl her "wand" again, growing bored once again.

She was starting to wish that she had snuck a book in. At least then she would be doing something productive with her time until things started up.

[Feathers]

Silverwing woke up feeling groggy. Awoken by an annoying rude British hola. Took her a few minutes to progress everything in, until she saw MAD MOD face on the giant TV screen. By instinct, she almost attempted to stand up to take action. That was until Mad Mod mention...they were all sitting on a freaking bomb train. Leaving her sitting rather uncomfortable (and stiff) for the rest of the ride.

She started to turn her head around, the best she could. Without moving so much (or a muscle) that could blow them sky high. Examining the train and its passages. Catching a glimpse of people she knew, like Robin and Cybory and the rest, not so much. The moment she stepped out of the train. She tries to reach out and call out the people she knew. But all attempts failed, when she was swept away by a mob of people by the crowd. Reminding her of the Black Friday sales, she attends once. She never returns to that mall on the particular Friday ever again.

Entering the castle and airsure into the great hall. Mad Mod didn't spare any expense, or it could just all be cheap prop to fool them (as usual). No villain in their right mind (or their wallet) would go that far to spend some much money on such luxuries effect. Well, if they did...thumbs up to them.

Being seated at their respective tables, she began to question herself. Why were they separated...in color coded collars?! She hadn't realized what she was wearing until she looks down, and was horrified. It was a living wardrobe-malfunction-nightmare. It looked like she was wearing bedtime robed, with a hideous bright yellowish-orange-collar robe.

Cross.

Kidnapping the Teen Titans was a crime. But dressing Silverwing in a ridiculous outfit...was murder or suicide, or maybe both, whichever fits. In other words, she was going to make someone pay for it...dearly.

[Audrey]

Jade had been reluctant to get involved with a group of villains again after the incident with the Brotherhood... And not to mention many of them were not willing to work with her again after she outright ran out on them and all, but given the scale and scope of this project, an understanding was met, and both sides would allow by-gones to be by-gones. Though, five bucks if this goes wrong she'll do the exact same thing. Jade knows when to abandon a doomed ship well before it hits the iceberg.

So here she was in this old British castle wearing a robe, and skirt. She hadn't done the whole skirt thing since her days with the Brotherhood... She was very quickly remembering why that was as she struggled to get comfortable in her seat. After finally finding a suitable way to sit down, Jade mused on the compromises she made over the uniform. She had to keep the mask that was a given, and after a little... "convincing", she was able to keep her claw blades and get a special uniform with long sleeves to conceal them accordingly. Couldn't have the not so savvy students wondering why one of the Head Girls was carrying around a "muggle" weapon.

Oh, this terminology. Jade couldn't get enough of the crazy words that were all part of this Hairy Porker lore. Jade was not one for modern literature. If it came out after 1990, chances are she hadn't read it. Her favorites more lied in Ibsen, Dostoyevsky, and Chekhov. She made a bet the only other person in the room who had heard of any of those writers before was Slade, considering it was a bunch of teens, an ego maniacal robotician, a sci-fi nerd, an alien woman with a perchance for fairy tales, and cockney fashion reject #9.

She fiddled once more with the front of her robe that was strikingly empty. Due to the modifications that needed to made on it to get the longer sleeves, the tailor (Likely Mod himself she would hazard to say) hadn't had a chance to put a new emblem onto it. Being she had no experience with whatever this bizarre book series was, she couldn't even remember a single letter of whatever 'house' she was assigned to. Not that the names made any sense anyway, just weird amalgamations of animals... and then one that was just nonsense that somehow related to a badger. How did modern author's do it? Take complete garbage and child words and turn it into best-selling literature? Jade figured if it was that easy, she should give it a try sometime. Maybe write the story of a ninja growing up in war-torn China only to discover they have the power to turn people into babies, and use this newfound power to turn the tides of the great Chinese war. It would sell millions.

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Anne looked around the Great Hall from her place near the head of the Slytherin table next to the Older students and their Head Girl Kitten. It had been boring waiting for the train to come in, but now that the guests of honor were here it looked like the fun could being. Anne came to be apart of this nutty plan as, somehow, Mad Mod had gotten her really private phone number, like the one for jobs and texted her. It sounded interesting so here she was. It wasn't like she you make a break if it all went to hell.

Anne snorted seeing the number of heroes in her house compared to the rest of the houses. Absently she wondered how many in Gryffindor had been close to being sorted into Slytherin. People tended to forget how similar the two houses were. So silly. Cat messed with the contacts in her eyes making them Green. She absently played with newly dyed brown hair; it would too much trouble to wear a mask all the time. 

Anne snorted as she watched several of the looks on the heroes' faces as they noticed who were their heads of house. Cyborg's was the best. She glanced back the staff table, she didn't really know Brother Blood, but so long as he didn't try anything on her, everything would be just fine. Anne smiled as a civilian came up to her introducing herself, the young thief smiled chatting for a bit before turning back to watch the staff table waiting for Headmaster Mod to give opening speeches. 

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He was a wizard, he could do this.

After "swishing" with the instrument in his hand, one reminiscent of a conductor's baton, he "flicked" it right after, the second movement flowing into the first in as flowing a fashion a "flick" can achieve.

"Wingardium Leviosa"

The restrained car-full of teenagers looked on in awe, when the brick of recycled materials became airborne...

...held precariously by a growing tower of minuscule spiders.

The asian teen hadn't been enjoying this train ride, at all. First off he'd awoken with a terrible pain in his neck, no magic and drool on his robes. Two of those problems could be fixed with a dose of the majyyks, so he'd started picking at his nose on the double. Hiro Okamura's magic couldn't be taken away, not even by the Hogwarts professors. Screw the rules, he was a wizard! And a good wizard always kept some magic hidden in his body, it was common knowledge he'd just made up!

And he was meant to be the best on this train, so expectations were high, or so he'd told himself. He had to make a good first impression, and had to look like a leader. Unfortunately, he didn't quite manage, not until he showed off his magic, anyways.

He blamed it on the tall roller coaster bar that, coupled with his short stature, rested just below his neck and made him look stupid and totally unreliable. To be quite honest, this train sucked, and was also inaccurate. Hiro had read the books, and there weren't supposed to be any bars that made you look stupid on the train. He hated the bar. If anything, the bar should feel bad, because making him look stupid meant the bar was definitely stupider. And the bar wasn't even a wizard, so there!

He was still grumbling as he got off the train and followed the people with his same red-themed robes, though the sight of the castle during the boat ride cheered him up some.

He was a wizard, but though that was awesome, there was also something weird about it.

A nagging feeling of doubt.

By the time he reached his table, he'd looked at one too many paintings to care.

[Kenni]

IT WAS CHRISTMAS.
It had to be.
Or his birthday?

“NO. WAY. NICETA MEETCHYA, MISS—ermn, maybe, MR.--er..errmn ANIMAGUSOFSOMESORT!!” exclaimed an over-excited ginger in a goldenrod-yellow robe and domino mask, who had awoken on the train and fallen right into blissful reverie immediately, with the majority of the civilians.

As a mundane hero, there was always the dream in the back of his mind of being somewhat more..’super’, what with his Towermates sporting all their cool powers. The archer always dealt with that small hankering for magic by proclaiming himself awesome on all fronts, either outloud, or to himself, frequently.

For all his bravado and big-talk however, Speedy’s mental constitution had been decidedly weak as soon as he’d passed out whenever ago, to begin this strange and rather English journey to none other than (he could hardly breathe the word, let alone let it be audible when he tried) Hogwarts~!

Which is where he believed he was.
Right next to a fascinating student YEARS beyond the skills of the rest of them in shapeshifting skill.

Time would tell if he would come to his senses and out of the swindled dreamstate that this seemed to be. He started a bit (thankfully not jumping a bit, or they’d have more to worry about than calculating the weight of the oddly-dressed avian on the train’s destruction) and almost remembered himself when the cute blonde across from he and said duck suddenly reprimanded its flightiness.
Mad Mod’s threatening booby-trap hadn’t done nothing to jog Speedy’s memory, so on he rolled until they reached their next destination, not a care in a world. However, a small frown formed after the Brit finished his speech (Speedy’d giggled at ‘duckies’, he wasn’t ashamed to say, considering his neighbours).

Since the talking died down considerably, mostly due to the duck’s inabilityconceivable disinterest in Speedy, the foggy-headed Titan simply glued his mask to the window for the rest of the trip, trailing his fingers through the water on the ferry-ride, sending some snarky commentary Cinderblock’s way for somehow managing to stay afloat, as much as he must way, but after not recognizing him and thus not recognizing himself as a Titan quite yet, he soon found himself seated with the other Hufflepuffs.

It tugged at his heart a bit to part with the duck, but he had to match his table and follow the rules.
Or else he might wake up.

A darling old grandmother-type with a mushroom-spotted red and white cap, and a white bow tied across the front, was seated parallel to the yellow-table; that must be their House Head! The dazed dude grinned at any and everyone at this point, even Cheshire, a clear indication that the lights were still running on faulty breakers upstairs.

The boy felt like he’d never have to wish another wish again. He was going to learn magic!
Weren’t they all about to come true?

[Silv]

[/font][/b] the man had turned towards Control Freak who was seated near him with a grin. "It's high time someone taught these sprogs a lesson, and they have no idea they can't escape this school," a pause "at least until they've graduated."

And by graduated it meant probably dead or a full fledged villain.

He waited a few more moments before getting to his feet and making his way over to the podium. He fluffed his giant white beard as he did so, and stopped waiting for the students to settle down. The hypnotized students seemed to know exactly what to do. Mad Mod gave a dark smile as a hush settled over the crowd and hundreds of little eyes went directly to him.

The limelight. He bet this was what it felt like to be a Beatle.

"Welcome!" Mad Mod said, waving a hand like he was the queen of England. "Welcome Duckies to another year at Hogwarts! I'm reminding you lot that leaving the school grounds is prohibited. The Dark Forest holds many nasty things, loves, and outside these walls you won't be protected from them." the things inside the walls were probably much worse, but the threat did it's job.

"Remember to keep your wands on you at all times. That's right lads and lovies, you're going to be proper British wizards when we're through with you," there was a derisive snort from the direction of Gryffindor's table and the crazy old man narrowed his eyes behind his mod-style glasses at them. "You lot are nothing but a bunch of troublemakers," this was directed to the Gryffindors, particularly the one that had just interrupted him. "But you'll learn your place soon enough." if that wasn't cryptic enough, "You're in my world now. And there won't be getting out until you've learned some proper respect."

A boy from the back of the Gryffindor table stood up. "We will get out. And when we do-"

"Fifty points from Gryffindor," Mad Mod's voice rang out clearly over the hall and the other students quickly pulled the trouble maker back down to his table. "If there are no other objections-" the man paused, glaring over the crowds of children. "Then we feast!"

He waved his hand and suddenly food appeared in front of the children. It was a veritable feast and had everything. Well, everything except pizza, soda, and the greasy kinds of foods he knew these children usually ate. Instead the platters held proper British food. With a last stroke of his wizened beard the old man hobbled off to each with the teachers.[/ul]

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He was interrupted by a loss of house points and the girl beside him abruptly yanked him back do his seat by his stupid robe. He got more glares this time, hostile ones, and a few hisses along the lines of 'what do you think you're doing? Moron.' Robin had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop another outburst that would have gotten them into more trouble.

Suddenly there was food on the table. Robin eyed it warily at first, but since the others were eating with apparently no issues he dished some out and put it on his plate. It wasn't bad. He supposed he'd expected Mad Mod to feed them gruel or something. After dinner the food vanished and a girl with white hair and a black and orange facemask stood up. Robin froze when he made the connection. His eyes flicked to the teacher's table.

No.
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[/font] [/b]Ravager ordered as she stood up and stretched. She was happy to be up and about after the waiting and the speech. She led her little gaggle of students along the hallways, pausing before a portrait of Slade that was the entrance to their houses' dormitories. It was so obvious compared to the books. But, at least it was a good picture of Daddy.

The girl turned back to her group. "You have to say a voice activated password to get in to our dorms," Rose informed the group. "The password will change frequently. Right now it's: Master." she paused as the door swung open, frowning at the glare she was getting from Robin especially. "Hey, don't look at me like that!" the girl said. "I didn't come up with it."

She waved a hand telling the others to go through then followed the last of the stragglers in. Their common room was actually pretty nice. There was a seating and study area with lots of chairs and tables. A fireplace roared towards the center with a giant television above it. "Boys dorms are that way," the girl pointed to a door on the right side of the room. "Girls dorms are that way," she pointed to the left. "Don't try to go in the wrong one, as tempting as it is, or you'll lose house points."

A boy behind her piped up, "What's it matter if we lose points?"

Rose turned to glare at Robin, who seemed to be quite the trouble maker.

"You'll see," she said with a cryptic smile.[/ul]

[/font][/b]he greeted. Again. The dude needed more catch phrases. It was then that Robin realized that the majority of the people in the room had dwindled down to almost none. And they were mostly people that seemed familiar, or he recognized outright. The man on the screen swung his cane around as the camera panned out. "It's time for house points." he announced as the red gem pointed towards what appeared to be the Brotherhood of Evil's freeze machine.

Robin felt his insides grow cold as he remembered what that felt like.

"Now, now, my little lads and lovies, there are a few things you're going to have to understand about our little school. You all came here with a bunch of hostages. It's up to you whether they get to enjoy the comforts of school, or stay frozen in this here chamber of secrets. For every house point you Duckies lose, you also lose classmates. So I'd be very good little children if I were you," there was a smile on his face and it made the hair on the back of Robin's neck stand up.

"Gryffindor, I do believe you lost fifty points," kids in robes with red and gold ties were inside glass tubes. They weren't hypnotized anymore and Robin could see the pure fear in their eyes as they beat against their glass prison, moving ever closer to the freeze machine that left them frozen in their horrified positions.

"I'm going to stop this," the Boy Wonder said, his voice nearing a growl, as he turned to march out of the room. He was stopped, however, by a whack to the back of the head. The boy staggered and turned to glare at the girl in the half-Slade mask.

"If you leave the dorms I'm deducting fifteen points from Gryffindor," she told him smugly.

Robin stayed where he was. Watching the other teens be frozen on the screen and feeling the guilt well up in him like an open wound. When it was over, the screen turned off.

"Breakfast is at seven sharp," he heard Ravager inform them before she vanished into the girls dorm.

Robin spent a few numb moments staring at the now black screen before he went the opposite direction and followed suit. The dorms were set up almost like military barracks. The beds were all neatly made and in a row. Robin picked one that was empty, and curiously checked the trunk that was to the side of it. There was more clothing in there, these same stupid robes, as well as pajamas and a toothbrush. He found the bathrooms and got ready for bed, sliding into it and dreading the morning.

Tomorrow classes would start. Tomorrow they would find out what they were really doing here.[/ul]

Ooc:
SO! In hindsight, december was an awful month to start this. xD I reckon we'll get to the weekly post rule once we actually start "classes" which will hopefully be about the time everyone settles into their spring schedule~

OTHER PREFECTS DO WHAT ROSE JUST DID FOR YOUR RESPECTIVE HOUSES

ALSO~ IF YOU PLAY A TEACHER AND WANT TO TEACH FIRST PERIOD LET ME KNOW

Sorry this is so long guys.

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"Ravenclaws follow me!" Elodie snapped, thankful to be finally getting out of there. She had half expected there to be a fight from at least one of the members of the Titans, but seeing as how that didn't happen thought the entire thing was a bore. Elodie led them to the west side of the school and up a spiral case to the fifth floor. Before them was a door without a doorknob or keyhole but a small tv screen. Tv fanatic, Elodie thought with a roll of her eyes as she turned around, looking over the group.

"The only way you will be able to get into the dorms is by a voice activated password that will change frequently. They will mostly be from television shows or movies," Elodie said, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. Only because the king of the dorks doesn't know anything but tv shows and movies. She thought as she turned back around, towards the screen as Control Freak appeared on it, in all his nerdy glory.

"What is the phrase originally made popular through its use in the title sequence of most episodes of the original Star Trek show?" He asked, and Elodie rolled her eyes again before simply looking upward, reciting the stupid phrase. "Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before." Elodie answered and the door swung open. Elodie moved to the side to let the group enter, only going in herself once everyone was in the room.

The room wasn't all that bad looking. It was a wide, circular room with pretty, midnight blue carpet, arched windows with blue and broze silk curtains, and a domed ceiling painted with stars. It was furnished with tables, chairs and bookcases. Of course, it was also filled with TV's and most of the bookcases were filled with different movies and tv shows for them to watch because of course Control Freak would have them do that.

She once more move to the front, so that the group could properly see her. "Girl dorms are to the right and boy dorms are to the left." Elodie said, indicating two doors. "And don't even try to go in the wrong door for you will lose house points and trust me when I say you do not want to do that. Now, get to your rooms and get some sleep. Breakfast is at seven sharp." Elodie said as she twirled around and disappeared into the girls dorm.

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Catastor stood up from the table, she looked at Kitten and shrugged. "Slytherin follow me! Quickly now, stay together! Step two." Cat moved toward the great doors, she turned the opposite way the Gryffindors went, moving the staircase. The stairs were a pain with their random movements, but fortunately they lined up this time as Cat and Kitten lead the hostages...er students and titans down to the dungeon.

She lead them down a tunnal, to what appeared to be a dead end. The neutral-villian turned to the children. She tapped on three of stones, a red light lit up signalling her that she needed to speak. "The Master." The wall pushed inward a long a seam then side to the side reveling a grand common room. Cat could guess that the students were in awe of everything. The telepoter and supervillian lead the group inside. 

The there was a large fireplace on the other side of the room. On ether side of it were two sets of stairs, one went up and the other down. Above the mantel was a giant televisions. There were a few couches and settis for people to set, the right wall there were a set of large 'windows' that showed what appeared to be a lake, a giant squid would go by from time to time. The entire color scheme was silver and green. When everyone was inside, Cat turned around and addressed the students. "To the left and up are the girl's rooms and the right and down are the boys. Don't try to go in the wrong one. Listen to me and Kitten and any other perfects, we can only take points from our houses, but if need be we will report you to the teachers. Follow the rules and we can all make it through the year. If you have any questions as anyone with our badges." 

Anne pointed to her badge, before anything else could be said, the TV over the fireplace came on and showed the nightly even, seeing as the Gryffindors had lost points. Kitten took up the orientation, letting them know when breakfast was and sending them off to classes before heading off to bed herself. Cat stayed and stared at the TV, this wasn't what she signed up for.

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Alphy, as ALPHY not his alter-ego, just happened to end up on that train with the rest of the “students” and spent the train ride trying to place his finger on what was wrong. Although he was a strong willed individual with training on how to resist hypnotism, without his broach his powers were weakened to the extent of presenting a sense of... apprehension. For the whole ride, ceremony, and trip to the dormitory the sense of foreboding grew more and more. Even in this brainwashed state he cried out in anguish when he saw the lack of GOOD books in the Ravenclaw commons area. So many movies, none of them new or interesting! Why couldn't there be something by Dostoyevsky, Sun Tsu, Machiavelli, Michael Crichton, or EVEN LOVECRAFT God forbid that!

Either way what finally broke the “spell” over him was finding his (very innocent looking) broach in his belongings. Thankfully whoever packed his cloaks thought it was just a small keepsake. One touch and... nothing happened at first, it was only when he tried to remember what led him to Hogwarts that holes began to appear in what he thought was normal. Laying in bed everything began to flow as a torrent, down the maelstrom of madness he fell and landed. His identity, his purpose, and who his captors were settled in his catatonic, glazed over eyes that stared blankly at the ceiling.

After coming to the horrifying realization that he was trapped in one of his... not least favorite book series Alphy sat in his bed thinking of what course of action seemed proper. His memory intact, he knew these people were villains, and he assumed that there was something sinister brewing below the ancient battlements beneath his feet. The house points, in keeping with the books, appeared to be key. Rather than pride, Alphy surmised it was something tantamount to a lottery to choose who would fall to their evil plans.

Hostage or no, Alphy would have to play along...for now.

And with that Alphonse entered and exited his first day at Hogwarts drifting into a deep, dark sleep.