Hogwartsstuck prompt

18+ (I don't like doing even SFW shipping stuff with minors, sorry)
(( Hogwartsstuck
!LONG PROMPT AHEAD!

I just really wanna rp some JohnDave with muggleborn Hufflepuff Dave and Gryffindor John.

It starts with them in their first year as adorable precocious 11 year-olds, meeting on the Hogwarts Express. And then build up their budding friendship over the next several years, probably using copious amounts of timeskips to get to interesting parts like holidays and plot ideas.

I'd like for this rp to have multi-paragraph responses ranging in the 2-3 paragraphs per response area, if not more. Whenever things slow down, we could always declare the scene over and fast-forward to something newer and fresh!

Also don't pester me about how Americans aren't supposed to go to Hogwarts- I like Hogwarts and wanna rp Hogwartsstuck JohnDaves so there. >:I

If the sound of all this interests you, please, please answer! I'm really craving this! Dave headcanons are in an OOC at the end of the prompt ))


Dave Strider never believed in Magic. Okay, that wasn't entirely true- he might've believed in it when he was younger, back when he still believed in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. But he was older now- he was eleven in fact. Practically a teenager! And he knew believing in magic was for babies. Magic only existed in books, TV shows, movies, and video games. It was fun to play with in those fictional worlds, of course. But in reality? Didn't exist, not at all.

Imagine his surprise when he got a letter in the mail claiming he was a wizard, and was invited to attend a prestigious wizarding school in Scotland. He didn't believe it- it had to be a prank! A really well-done prank, too. It even had a list of supplies and required books. A lot of effort went into it! The prankster even had to get a custom wax seal for the envelope, too. It had to be Bro- he was playing into it and everything. When he read the letter, he was practically freaking out. Dave thought it was so fake- Bro NEVER freaked out. C'mon, Bro, this was so lame, you're better than that. Didn't you know your little brother was ELEVEN now? He wouldn't fall for this baby shit.

But then the joke didn't end. Bro kept talking about it. He was acting so excited. It was almost starting to feel genuine. But it couldn't be! Magic wasn't real! But Dave actually started to doubt himself and his perception of reality and fantasy about halfway through a several-hours flight to London. Everything was a blur for a while. They got off the plane, got their luggage, got a room at a nice hotel in the city. And then Bro had some kind of paper, like instructions, and he was following them really closely while leading Dave through town, on buses and things. Dave found himself feeling a lot less like the very responsible and adult eleven year old he was supposed to be- he held Bro's hand out of nerves.

Bro brought him to some ramshackle building. It looked like it was out of business, and probably the victim of a fire. In fact, they almost walked right past it- until something about it caught Dave's eye, and he paused, which made Bro pause and do a double-take like he just realized it existed. Weird. But despite the deteriorated appearance on the outside, the inside was a lively pub like the ones Dave wasn't allowed into yet but imagined to be full of cool older people swapping cool stories over beer. But it was there that Dave saw his first wizards. And witches. Some of them had wands out, and were even doing magic! Some of them had really weird pets, like owls, or way-too-intelligent looking cats. And to be honest... it scared him. As Bro talked to the proprietor, and many of the people in the pub stared at them, Dave clung to his brother's side, not quite so bothered with looking cool and adult at the moment.

The toothless, ancient looking man that ran the place led them out a back door, to an alley that looked oddly well-traveled. He pulled out a wand, tapping on the wall for some reason- only for the bricks to suddenly pull away, rearranging themselves, turning into an entrance way for a place that looked ripped straight from a ren faire at Halloween. It filled Dave with wonder and fright, and even Bro seemed absolutely amazed for a moment, before the older Strider's curiosity got the better of him, and he pulled Dave in and saying something about going shopping.

But first they had to stop at some intimidating looking place- apparently a bank. Bro said they had to exchange their money here, because magic people don't use regular money. Fucking weirdos, Dave thought, before being distracted at how utterly terrifying the bank-tellers were. He accidentally asked aloud if they were martians, before their teller replied sharply that he was a goblin, thank-you-very-much. Not much better, Dave decided.

After being graced with a hefty satchel of gold, silver, and bronze coins (how archaic), Dave was sent on a whirlwind of confusion and strangeness. First he was taken to a store to be fitted for his school robes- at least the uniform looked kinda nice. A bit nerdy, though. Like huge studious nerd met LARPer. He preferred to think he looked more like a smart business man rather than a dweeby private school kid. Even though that was exactly what he was becoming. Next, they were taken to various small shops to buy apparent necessities- Protective gloves, apparently made of dragon hide (NO FUCKING WAY), a pewter cauldron(this was soooo Halloween), a set of crystal phials(Bro decided to splurge and buy the nice shit rather than the cheaper glass phials), a brass telescope and a set of brass scales, and some various recommended potion ingredients (a whole bunch of nasty gross-looking and smelling shit if you asked Dave).

Then they went to buy Dave's wand. The owner of the wand shop absolutely terrified poor Dave- he seemed like he knew way, way too much, and those unnaturally pale eyes unnerved the child. The man muttered a lot, and made Dave hold wand after wand after wand, until there was one that graced his fingers and set goosebumps all down his arms, a shudder in his body, and he felt buffeted by a wind that shouldn't have existed. That was the one, the man said. Dogwood and Phoenix Feather, he said. It was kinda long(over a foot long in fact), in Dave's opinion- he guessed that looked cooler than something short and stumpy. He thought he heard the creep say something about having just the other day selling a wand that had a core containing a feather from the same phoenix(WHAT THE HELL), and that he was sure the two of them would meet someday- they must share a destiny. Destiny shmestiny, Dave thought. What a load of crock. The creepster ruffled his hair, said if his wand was anything to go by, Dave was sure to be the life of the party. As they walked out, Dave whined quietly that he wanted to go home.

But that didn't happen. Bro said this was an amazing opportunity, and Dave was apparently going to go to the best wizard school in the world. And besides, the man said, scratching his neck. He had a feeling it was illegal to let an uneducated wizard just run amok in the normal-people world. That was the impression he got. That didn't make Dave feel any better, so Bro let him sit outside while the man got all his books. Dave slumped on the bench, glaring at his new wand. In hindsight, thirteen inches was kind of unwieldly. Was he supposed to keep it in his pocket? Yeah, right. Those dorky LARP robes better come with convenient wand-pockets. Flicking the stick in his hand out of irritation, Dave was startled when it gave off a brief flash of vivid red sparks, like a Fourth of July sparkler. He gave a little gasp and... well, maybe this wouldn't be TOO terrible.

The boy changed his mind when Bro decided to buy him a raven instead of, like, a cat or something. An owl would've been useful if weird- apparently they delivered mail somehow? A toad he could probably kill and preserve for fun. But no, his older brother, trying to stifle his laughter all the while, bought him some mangy crow. He didn't like the looks the stupid bird kept giving him. Bro was a fucking prick.

After that, they went back to the hotel. They had to sneak the bird into the hotel room, since they were sure it wouldn't have been allowed. Dave asked when they were going to go home, and Bro said Dave wasn't- they were staying until he was set to take the train to his new school in Scotland. Then he could come home for Christmas if he wanted, and then summer break. Dave felt like his life was over. Bro called him dramatic, and set about reading the kid's textbooks.

By the time the day arrived to take Dave to the train station, Bro had already read every single one of his textbooks. The man was insatiable. He kept insisting it was all really neat, and Dave had to tell him EVERYTHING when he got home. There was a bit of a jam at the train station- they both quickly realized they had no idea how to find the evidently fictional 'Platform 9 3/4'. It took Dave spotting some family of weirdos with owls for them to realize what they should do, and only by tailing the other family- though the concept of just running into a brick wall scared the shit out of Dave. They thought for a moment Bro might not be able to get in, being unmagical- but he was let through after all, probably because he was a wizard's guardian or something. Dave had a feeling he would've ordinarily been impressed by the scarlet train, dubbed the Hogwarts Express, but he was too distressed by everything. They shared their goodbyes, Bro helped Dave get his new trunk of belongings and birdcage up onto the train, and Dave had to resist crying. Not in front of Bro, and definitely not in front of these people.

 In the train, Dave hurried to find a completely empty car, and thankfully found one facing the platform. There, he was able to open the window and shout some additional goodbyes to Bro. A short while later, the train gave off a loud whistle, before it started to move. Bro kept waving, and so did Dave- until they left the station, and his guardian, so out of place among all the robe-wearing strange people, was no longer in sight.

Dave slumped back down into his seat, and realized suddenly that his cheeks were wet- fuck, he did start crying. He hoped Bro hadn't seen. Sniffing loudly, the boy was glad he was alone at the moment, lifting up his sunglasses to rub at his eyes with his sleeve, wiping the tears away. Hopefully, he could stay alone the whole ride, as he slowly adjusted to his stupid new magical life. As if to annoy him, the raven in the cage on the seat beside him croaked at him. The boy sighed loudly, turning his attention instead to the window, watching the world pass by as the train increased in speed.


(( Dave headcanons: Dave is a short individual, growing to a maximum of 5'3". He also never really loses the "baby fat", and remains on the chubby side throughout his life. He's latino, with brown skin covered in dark freckles, and rust-red hair. He has a fairly well-defined jawline, coupled with round cheeks. His nose is outwardly curved and kinda beaky. His voice never truly stops cracking after puberty, and whenever he fails to act cool, it cracks embarrassingly. It also makes his rare laughs incredibly infectious. Dave is a muggleborn wizard, and Bro is Extremely Excited whereas Dave just kinda wants to go back home and play video games, though the thought of being able to fly does excite him.

It's not absolutely necessary information, but I think it's fun to do; Dave's wand is 13 inches, dogwood with phoenix feather, and supple. Such a wand favors big personalities, and tends toward loud, flashy, and mischievous magic. However, when the situation calls for it, its capable of very serious, powerful magic. The wand's growth in strength is slow, but has incredible potential- but it's virtually incapable of casting non-verbal or quiet magic.

You can find out more about wands, wand lengths & flexibilities, wand woods, and wand cores at the following links if you feel like looking more into it for funsies! :D
http://pottermore.wikia.com/wiki/Wands
http://pottermore.wikia.com/wiki/Wand_Woods
http://pottermore.wikia.com/wiki/Wand_Cores
http://pottermore.wikia.com/wiki/Wand_Lengths_%26_Flexibility ))

(Important last note: overly waifish, neotenous, or "sh*ta" Johns need not fucking apply. Dave is not here to be your big strong suave dom. So if you wanna play the littlest kitten game please ignore this prompt.)