Harry Potter role play

Scipio looked over at Jackson. "Hmm? Well… I suppose it's a bit of both, isn't it? Most of the Dark Lord's followers share his views and are loyal to him because he is a strong leader, albeit not a very moral one. However, they fear him because he is powerful, and you do not want to get on his bad side. Ever." He shuddered slightly.

Zyra sighed a bit sadly as she nodded. "Yea, but if I ever have the chance to kill him, I will gladly take the opportunity."

(Scipio's father doesn't typically hit him or anything, but other death eaters have before) "You'd be quite foolish to try, if I might say." Scipio said in a flat tone, turning his gaze to the ground. "Quite brave, I suppose most people would say, but quite foolish."

(Must protect Scipio)

"Foolish, I know, but I think I know enough spells to not be dead the first minute," Zyra replied, going over all the spells she knew.

"Er… if you plan on killing the Dark Lord, perhaps you should wait until we have learned some proper offensive spells? I know a couple of Italian spells that I have taught myself, but to my understanding, those spells are not taught at Hogwarts."

"I know, I would probably be killed within the first five minutes," Zyra answered. "Also, what Italian spells do you know?"

"Um, I know Crea Spada, which creates a sword out of thin air… I know Scudo, which is basically just a shield… and Stordimento, which is a stunning spell that I hear is quite similar to your 'Stupefy'." Scipio listed off the spells, twirling his wand between his fingers as he did so.

"What about Flipendo?" Aza jumped in.

“Flipendo?” Scipio seemed confused. “No, that is not an Italian spell.”

He was very interested to here from people who knew so much about wizardry and just listened in silence

(Boop)

(Hi! Melissa has been forgotten… how can I jump in again?)

(You could hop into Zyra and Scipio’s convo about spells? Or like, tell to come into the compartment and stop standing in the hall lmao)

(She's been in the compartment, lol)

"What about Expelliarmus?" Melissa whispered, her eyes looking out the window at the passing scenery.

(Yeah I mean she could like, tell Scipio and Zyra to come in since they’re chillin in the hall) “Expelliarmus?” Scipio glanced at Melissa. “Yes, that one I’ve heard of. I have not tried to perform it, however.” (It just occurred to me that no one knows each other’s names)

"It's useful," she murmured, glancing over at him one before falling silent again.

(Ooooh… wow XD)

“It is the… uh… disarming spell, correct?” Scipio asked, putting his wand in his cloak pocket.

"Yes," she replied, looking over at him again.

He nodded a bit to himself. “Oh! It has suddenly occurred to me that I am not aware of your names. I am Scipio. Scipio Massimo.” Scipio bowed politely.

"I'm Azalane. A descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw," she said proudly in her thick British accent.

"Melissa," the shy girl whispered, recognizing that she left out her last name.

“So, a pure blood?” Scipio said to Azalene. He noticed that Melissa omitted her surname, but didn’t mention it.

"Yes," Aza said, a slight blush creeping into her cheeks. Agh, why are Italians so cute? she thought.

“I am of the pure blood line as well.” Scipio said. “Although I do not care much whether others are. Are you alright? You look feverish.” He said to Azalane, noticing her red face.

(Bump also kinda wanna ship Scipio and Zyra or Scipio and Azalane)

Melissa watched the forest dissolve into great, grassy plains. "Wow," she whispered quietly.

” beautiful, isn’t it” he said admiring the landscape

"I'm fine," Aza said quietly, noting his concern. Her blush deepened and she looked down at her lap.

Melissa jumped, startled for a second, then nodded.

(Imma just say they’re all in the compartment now)
Scipio didn’t seem convinced, but left Azalane alone, looking out the window as well. “It reminds me of the mountains near my old home in Italy.” He said in a calm, monotone voice.