"In order to become the master the politician poses as the servant."
In a world where nothing is certain, there are those who believe that they can make the future world a stable place to live in; others merely say they do just to make you believe it too. 
Welcome to the Wizarding World, Great Britain, where the Ministry of Magic is in danger of being altered or overthrown together, if some prominent political leader have their way. Not only that, it’s currently having trouble finding the culprit behind a string of murders and all they can come up with is far-fetched suspects, and badly constructed lies to feed the public.
The political parties, all coming from varying backgrounds, make promises as that is what they do best; anything for a vote but just whose voice rings with truth and which one rings with emptiness? In a dance where everyone is wearing a different mask, there’s no way of telling. The only thing that is for certain is that change is coming, whether you like it or not.

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"In order to become the master the politician poses as the servant."

In a world where nothing is certain, there are those who believe that they can make the future world a stable place to live in; others merely say they do just to make you believe it too. 

Welcome to the Wizarding World, Great Britain, where the Ministry of Magic is in danger of being altered or overthrown together, if some prominent political leader have their way. Not only that, it’s currently having trouble finding the culprit behind a string of murders and all they can come up with is far-fetched suspects, and badly constructed lies to feed the public.

The political parties, all coming from varying backgrounds, make promises as that is what they do best; anything for a vote but just whose voice rings with truth and which one rings with emptiness? In a dance where everyone is wearing a different mask, there’s no way of telling. The only thing that is for certain is that change is coming, whether you like it or not.

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♣ Rosemary Eve Ollerton | Fourth Year Ravenclaw

“Oh!” exclaimed Ollerton, pocketing her hands. “You know, they used to burn witches at the stake but I never heard of a wizard being burned at the stake. Even in that men are sexist. Throw him in the lake! If he sinks, he’s a pureblood!” whispered-shouted, Rosemary for Ophelia’s sake. There was no need to make enemies of her fellow housemates and yearmates. There was also that little matter of her parents rubbing elbows with those purebloods she might have mildly insulted. Oopsie. No matter. Things were always remedied with a few galleons dropped in the right corners. Pride, just like everything else, had a price even if people would rather have you think it didn’t.

Rosemary Eve Ollerton | Fourth Year Ravenclaw

“Oh!” exclaimed Ollerton, pocketing her hands. “You know, they used to burn witches at the stake but I never heard of a wizard being burned at the stake. Even in that men are sexist. Throw him in the lake! If he sinks, he’s a pureblood!” whispered-shouted, Rosemary for Ophelia’s sake. There was no need to make enemies of her fellow housemates and yearmates. There was also that little matter of her parents rubbing elbows with those purebloods she might have mildly insulted. Oopsie. No matter. Things were always remedied with a few galleons dropped in the right corners. Pride, just like everything else, had a price even if people would rather have you think it didn’t.



♣ Rishi Kapoor | Fourth Year Ravenclaw

He jolted as a hand moved to his elbow and he turned to face Rosemary who stood closer to him than she had ever stood, looking up with the most dazzling pair of eyes he had ever seen. Rishi’s mouth opened just a bit as she whispered in his ear. He was almost pleased to hear her father would not be attending dinner as he was certain Rosemary’s father would not approve of the non-existent distance between the two of them or the way he was looking at her, and he would most definitely find his entrance most unpleasant. They were not an item, no. Far from it, in fact, but his behavior might suggest otherwise. Still, he could not help it.
“It truly is a shame your father could not make it.” Rishi winked at her, a sign that he understood her whispers. “I would have loved to meet him but I understand. He must be a very important man.” Good, Rishi. Play it up as if you genuinely care. He risked another glance at Rosemary, his mouth still slightly open and full of more saliva than he could handle while his eyes still suffered from fatigue.

Rishi Kapoor | Fourth Year Ravenclaw

He jolted as a hand moved to his elbow and he turned to face Rosemary who stood closer to him than she had ever stood, looking up with the most dazzling pair of eyes he had ever seen. Rishi’s mouth opened just a bit as she whispered in his ear. He was almost pleased to hear her father would not be attending dinner as he was certain Rosemary’s father would not approve of the non-existent distance between the two of them or the way he was looking at her, and he would most definitely find his entrance most unpleasant. They were not an item, no. Far from it, in fact, but his behavior might suggest otherwise. Still, he could not help it.

“It truly is a shame your father could not make it.” Rishi winked at her, a sign that he understood her whispers. “I would have loved to meet him but I understand. He must be a very important man.” Good, Rishi. Play it up as if you genuinely care. He risked another glance at Rosemary, his mouth still slightly open and full of more saliva than he could handle while his eyes still suffered from fatigue.



♣ Harper Brayden Clearwater | Fourth Year Ravenclaw

Hearing a yell, her head immediately snapped to her source of the commotion. “Not another one.” She muttered to herself, wondering who the unlucky new patient of the hospital wing would be. “Oh no!” Harper gasped softly when she recognized who had been injured. “Karl!” She exclaimed, rushing through the mounds of snow to see if he was all right. “Are you okay?!”Looking him over to see what the damage was, she realized that the fire crabs had not even burned him and she had just made a huge fuss over someone that she always pretended to despise. Backing off and letting go of his arm, she could feel herself blush. Please let my cheeks be rosy from the cold already. She prayed to herself. Well, this was embarrassing.

Harper Brayden Clearwater | Fourth Year Ravenclaw

Hearing a yell, her head immediately snapped to her source of the commotion. “Not another one.” She muttered to herself, wondering who the unlucky new patient of the hospital wing would be. “Oh no!” Harper gasped softly when she recognized who had been injured. “Karl!” She exclaimed, rushing through the mounds of snow to see if he was all right. “Are you okay?!”

Looking him over to see what the damage was, she realized that the fire crabs had not even burned him and she had just made a huge fuss over someone that she always pretended to despise. Backing off and letting go of his arm, she could feel herself blush. Please let my cheeks be rosy from the cold already. She prayed to herself.

Well, this was embarrassing.



♣ Ophelia Phoebe L’Corr | Fourth Year Ravenclaw

It did not, of course, occur to the child that perhaps she should point out she said ‘mad’ in the most endearing fashion she could muster. After all, Dimitri called her whack-a-doodle the way some might call their little sisters darling, and she and Yamamoto called each other mad the way other friends called each other pal. For Ophelia, it was both a compliment and a statement of logic – and logic stated they were bonkers.

Ophelia Phoebe L’Corr | Fourth Year Ravenclaw

It did not, of course, occur to the child that perhaps she should point out she said ‘mad’ in the most endearing fashion she could muster. After all, Dimitri called her whack-a-doodle the way some might call their little sisters darling, and she and Yamamoto called each other mad the way other friends called each other pal. For Ophelia, it was both a compliment and a statement of logic – and logic stated they were bonkers.



UPDATE # 001 

It’s been a week since TOTW re-opened. We’ve been fortunate enough to have a nice number of new members join us with great characters, and great personalities, who love to plot, and are eager and active. We are now a growing family of 15 members and a collective of about 45 characters ranging from Hogwarts student fourth years to adults. We’re still looking for more members to join us in our fun. Bring your creativity when you visit us and give our canons and subplots a shot! If the subplots don’t inspire you, why don’t you try checking out the wanted ads? There’s plenty there to choose from and choosing a wanted character is an easy way to jump into the game with someone already willing to plot with you; however, even with an original character you’re bound to find your plotter filling up with posts pretty quickly. Our members are eager to interact and are brimming with ideas.

If you haven’t already, please check out the site’s main plot! In the thread you’ll also find a brief ministry plot and other information that may be useful to you and could possibly inspire your muse. Feel free to exploit the possibilities that the site wide plot provides. If you have any doubts or questions about the plot, feel free to PM me (Ama!) on my admin account on the board and I’ll do my best to fill you in, in whatever you need or you can shoot us an ask here! We have several issues of the Daily Prophet available that will help fill in the holes for you as to what has been happening in the wizarding world outside of the walls of Hogwarts. If you’re particularly interested in the happenings inside the walls of Hogwarts, we have the latest issue of the Howler Gazette available as well, and you’ll find some interesting tidbits there about some of the school’s most prominent students.

If you’ve looked and looked and looked around and can’t decide on which character to take, let us help make the decision a little easier with our input! Although we’d really love to have everyone available taken and to be active we’d be really excited if we had some of the following very soon:

Remember, that you still have the option of creating an original character but consult the ratios and even the members in the cbox before creating an OC. We’d love to keep things as even as possible and we wouldn’t want to overthrow the balance too much if it can be helped.




Take everything you know and lay it out in front of you; every detail about the Marauder’s friendship and their untimely demises. Place Voldemort in the corner of the table with his vicious following of Death Eaters. Take the war—the one that left victims everywhere in its wake—and place it right in the center.
Now wipe the table clean. Don’t leave a thing behind.
What you have now are the Marauders, torn by the secrets they all keep and the decisions they make—whether it is to the benefit of themselves or for each other. There isn’t a war but there’s turmoil everywhere you go, even in Hogsmeade and in the corridors of Hogwarts. Violent calls for a revolution echo in empty roads, walls painted red with demands of justice.
There’s a killer lose, slaughtering women and the Ministry has yet to come up with a proper response to keep the community satisfied and protected. As if it didn’t have enough on its plate, the Ministry faces accusations from the rising political parties, threatening to shake the very foundations the Ministry stands on.
Time is fluid and with it comes change. It’s time for a change. Now the question remains. Will you choose to be a part of it, or will you sit by and watch it pass you by?

New with lots of canons still available! Members are welcoming and love to plot with everyone and their characters. Currently looking for young adults. We’d love to have members who are creative, can work well with others and take initiative. If you think these things apply to you please check us out!
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Take everything you know and lay it out in front of you; every detail about the Marauder’s friendship and their untimely demises. Place Voldemort in the corner of the table with his vicious following of Death Eaters. Take the war—the one that left victims everywhere in its wake—and place it right in the center.

Now wipe the table clean. Don’t leave a thing behind.

What you have now are the Marauders, torn by the secrets they all keep and the decisions they make—whether it is to the benefit of themselves or for each other. There isn’t a war but there’s turmoil everywhere you go, even in Hogsmeade and in the corridors of Hogwarts. Violent calls for a revolution echo in empty roads, walls painted red with demands of justice.

There’s a killer lose, slaughtering women and the Ministry has yet to come up with a proper response to keep the community satisfied and protected. As if it didn’t have enough on its plate, the Ministry faces accusations from the rising political parties, threatening to shake the very foundations the Ministry stands on.

Time is fluid and with it comes change. It’s time for a change. Now the question remains. Will you choose to be a part of it, or will you sit by and watch it pass you by?

New with lots of canons still available! Members are welcoming and love to plot with everyone and their characters. Currently looking for young adults. We’d love to have members who are creative, can work well with others and take initiative. If you think these things apply to you please check us out!

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TONGUES OF THE WEAK
Viva la revolution!

Adv. AU Marauders Era roleplay with a character driven political plot, 250+ canons, adult and student subplots, and an eager, friendly community.

TONGUES OF THE WEAK

Viva la revolution!

Adv. AU Marauders Era roleplay with a character driven political plot, 250+ canons, adult and student subplots, and an eager, friendly community.



The Covert Specialist: Lover of details. He takes notice of things most wouldn’t, like the exact shade of red of a curtain,
or the wear on the knees of a gentleman’s trousers.
The Hit Man: Silence is his great companion. Why use words when actions speak infinitely louder?
Violence is ugly, but so is the world; a necessary sin.
The Messenger: Ignorance may keep him alive—if it doesn’t kill him first.
The Mediator: He’s her shield, not her sword but sometimes the best offense is defense.
The Fake Heir: If he is to tell the truth, he no longer remembers who he once was.
The Spy: Scruples are meaningless. Honor is for the dead. Revenge is his.
The Informant: He never wanted any part of it but he can’t turn his back on his own blood.
The Gossip: Appearances can be deceiving and deadly. She’s as cruel as the world. It’s easy when you have nothing to lose.

For full details please see the character request on the site [X]



33. woods 

Comfort comes in the snap of twigs under foot and the way leaves rustle when she passes them. Ravi complains loudly, his voice a moaning whine, and though she enjoys company, Shashi thinks she should have left behind her brother. He complains of heat and thirst and she wishes to complain of his incessant complaining – but Ravi is entitled to his, so she holds her tongue with lips pressed thin. Had she been born a boy she, too, would have been entitled to such privileges of complaint. She will not think these thoughts, though. Not in her woods – for they were never quite Savita’s and though he will inherit them, they are hardly Ravi’s. The woods have been her solitude, her escape, and her own adventure. They are dirty, but she secretly relishes in the earthiness, the scent of the moist dirt and the damp bark, and the way maataa’s face twists when she spies dirt-stained knees and mud beneath fingernails.

“This is boring,” complains the five-year-old heir.

Shashi huffs and turns on her brother. “Then you can find your own way back,” she snaps. She should not, but she has, and brown cheeks darken under a flush she will not acknowledge. “If you are so ready to return, go on then, return!”

Face pinched with petulance, Ravi places his hands upon his hips. “Take me back,” he demands. “I cannot find my way back!”

“Then you will hope you have listened to me and know which leaves you can eat out here, least you starve to death!”

These final words have taken it too far, which is precisely why she turns on her heel and barges deeper into the woods. She can feel branches snag and tangle in her hair, snap off with the speed of her haste, but she will not stop, because already she knows she is running from a lecture. This is her element and in her element she finds passion.

Rupa will explain to her, though, passion is reserved for men and a man she is not.

Sometimes she wishes she was born a boy.

written by ashlie! @ Tongues of the Weak