Heads & Prefects

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

A full list of Head Students and Prefects can be found here. The Head Boy and Head Girl is by selection of the staff. There is a Prefect position in each House for Fifth Years and up, one boy and one girl for each year. If your House and gender don't have a Prefect to represent them, you may apply here.

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[Emmeline Vance]

Full Name: Emmeline Vance
House: Hufflepuff
Year: Fifth
Age: Fifteen
Why you make a great Prefect:

Um, hello? I’m Emmeline Vance, remember? I only have like, the highest scores in my entire grade, and absolute perfect attendance, and I always follow school rules because they’re totally meant to be followed, and I really, really hate it when people have like, total disregard for them because it’s like, what, do you want a detention? And also, I can be super authoritative when I have to. Some people are sort of intimidated by me that way, I guess? Mostly the younger people, but still, when I’m not hanging out or anything, I’m strict with people, and yes, children are cute, but no first year is going to actually get his way around me. I’m not one to pass up wrongdoing, and I’ll definitely inform some sort of person if it goes on. I also suggest that prefects should be able to dock points. So anyway, I’m like, really good with my obligations, I get all my homework done days in advance, and I’m a pretty good team worker, a natural born leader, obviously, so whoever my partner is we’ll do great (as long as he listens to me) and I won’t be lazy about it and be punctual and really, really good. Also, I really want this. Like, it’d be a dream. come. true. I’m not going to lie, I think being a Prefect is the most amazing thing that can happen to somebody in Hogwarts, because it’s such an honour, you know? And I don’t know what happened to Clairy that she gave it up but whatever it was, it must have been horrible, but...I’m kind of thrilled I get to do it now, is that too wrong?

Sample Post:

Standing in front of her bathroom mirror, Emme straightened out her yellow and black school tie, and readjusted her matching headband –that she’d gotten personalized in her first year- and nodded at herself appreciatively, turning around on the spot and heading down to the common room, where the Prefect Duties time schedule was hung on the wall, and she glanced at it as she walked past, obviously already aware that it was her night, and set and ready to go. Bascially, all she had to do was make a few rounds around the castle for two hours until the higher years took her place, and since it wasn’t that late, the wrongdoers that she usually found, if any, were not older people making out, which shouldn’t intimidate her that much, but sometimes did. Especially when they were Slytherins. Emme was ridiculously confident most of the time, but Slytherins made her iffy, especially since The Carrow Attack, and she couldn’t always count on Head Boys to come to her rescue, because well, not to be totally prejudiced or anything, but most Slytherins were pretty reckless with the spells they threw, and not very nice with words, either. She knew all about that, having been raised by Muggles, she’d been called a few names before in her life, not many, because Slytherin or not, a lot of people tended to like her, but enough. So thankfully, she mostly dealt with younger students, or just...being out bed, and such. She glanced at the dainty silver watch that her uncle had gotten her for her birthday that summer and watched the hands get nearer to nine o’clock. Waving to a few friends in the common room, she stepped out into the cold hallway, and smoothed out her skirt, which went down to mid-thigh; a little shorter than most girls, but it looked cute, so who cared. Alright, so she was supposed to round, and she figured she’d start with the ground floor, since she was already there, and then work her way up to the top? Yeah, that sounded good. Sighing a little and twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger, she folded her arms across her chest, like she usually did when she patrolled and started walking. She was supposed to meet the other fifth year prefect to do this, but he’d said he had detention or something –way to be a model prefect, dude- so she was doing this alone tonight. And yeah, she didn’t like it at all. She usually like, had to be around people most of the time, cause though she did like thinking and stuff, she felt...restless or something. Well, she thought, and made her way out of the ground floor hallway to get to the Grand Staircase. It was mostly empty, due to the time, even if her shifts were not as late as the older prefects, and yet she could still glance above and glimpse some student or teacher or the other moving around on the stairs as they switched positions, the echo of a conversation reaching down to the ground floor.

Emme trotted down the stairs to the dungeons and shivered a little, snuggling up in her robes from the cold. How Slytherins could stand living here, she had no clue; she could barely keep her countenance with the cold. She just really wanted to head back up again, but the dungeons had to be patrolled as well. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she started down the cold stone corridor, and tried not to freak out from the flickering fires on every side. Come on, she’d done this plenty of times before, there was nothing to be jumpy about. Even though she kept that mantra up in her head, she jumped with a small shriek as a random cat brushed by her leg as she strolled down some corridor, and the cat mewled before scampering off again. Emme held her hand to her heart, breathing a little too quickly and glared at the offending animal. “Urgh,

[/color]” she scoffed, and adjusted her tie out of nothing else to do. Well, okay, enough dungeons for tonight, there was nobody around, she had nothing else to do here. Quickly, and scolding herself for being scared in her mind, she made her way out of the foreboding part of the castle and up the stairs until she was on the first floor, panting slightly from the exercise and turning a corner. “What are you doing?[/color]” the words were out of her mouth before she could fully process what she was seeing. Automatically, her hands flew to her hips in an authorities stance and she cocked an eyebrow questioningly, approaching the two small boys in front of here, who had jumped at her voice and were not looking at her with a mixture of guilt and fear. They were young, second or third years, she figured, as she came nearer, their face becoming illuminated by the torches on the walls. She stood in front of them and waited for an answer, until she recognized one of them. “Arthur![/color]” she exclaimed in mock indignation – it didn’t hurt to play up the Prefect thing once in a while, especially with the younger years. She’d tutored the light-haired, freckly boy at the beginning of the year in Charms. “Why are you two out of bed and hanging around...[/color]” she looked over their shoulders. “The girls’ bathroom?[/color]” Each boy looked redder than the other, as they shuffled their feet in front of her, shying away from her. Emme tapped her foot impatiently, until the other one spoke up. Arthur seemed too embarrassed to look at her in the eye. “We were just...waiting for a friend,” he said in a voice much too squeaky to belong to a third year. She kept on staring at him. “...maybe spying a little...” the boy admitted, blushing again. Emme resisted the urge to laugh. That was cute. Instead, she cleared her throat. “That’s not very nice, is it?[/color]” she asked them, tilting her head to the side. “How would you like it if somebody spied on you while you were in the bathroom?[/color]” The boys stayed silent. She let out a breath and offered them a smile. “I’m not going to do anything to you, relax. Go to bed now, though, you’re way past your hours.[/color]” And figuring she needed to be a little more imposing if she wanted any respect, she added, as the boys scampered away. “And don’t let me catch you out of bed ever again, or I will dock points from my own house![/color]” Two calls of ‘alright’ came back, and Emme smiled to herself. Oh, to be twelve again.

Then she turned around and continued her strolling down the corridor.
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[Andromeda Black]

accepted!

[Benjamin Burke]

Full Name: Benjamin Burke
House: Ravenclaw
Year: Sixth
Age: 17
Why you make a great Prefect: If you asked Benjamin if he would make a good prefect, he would have probably told you flat-out "no", especially considering the way he was in his early days. Now that he's older and wiser (no stereotype intended), he's not much of a trouble maker at all, but he still would have never thought himself as Prefect material. Still, whether he believes it or not, he sorta is. He's respectful of professors and knows his place; he's usually one of the top in most of his classes; he's responsible and doesn't exactly go out of his way to break rules, so he's sure to enforce them and he's stubborn as hell so he'll make sure that students abide by them; he enjoys helping people out, and he's stopped enough bullies that it might as well be his job. Although he's not very open, Benjamin is friendly enough with strangers, so there's no chance of him scaring off first years who're lost on their way to their common room. Fact of the matter is, he'll probably forever doubt Dumbledore's decision to make him a prefect, but he'll still do his best to be a good one, because that's what Benjamin does. He tries to excel at everything, especially when it's expected of him.
Sample Post:
It's his first night patrolling ever since Professor Flitwick presented him with the badge after informing him that, for personal reasons, Trey Jackson could no longer be prefect. To say that he was excited would be a sever overstatement. It wasn't that Benjamin didn't want to be a prefect, because he did. Sort of. He was certainly honoured (and flattered) that Flitwick and Dumbledore thought he'd do a good job at it, and he'll try his best not to let them down, certainly. But it would definitely take some getting used to. He'd forgotten his badge and was halfway down the hall that lead from the common room before he remembered and hastily retraced his steps. It took him a whole ten minutes to find it; he'd never taken it out of the envelope after the first time. After that, he kept it pinned to the front of his robes at all times, because it'd hardly be prefect-y behavior to lose your badge during the first weak and, if he was being honest, he liked being a prefect now that he'd sort-of become accustomed to the idea of himself as some sort of authority figure (if you could really call it that). Rose could not have been more thrilled, of course, and tried to get him to agree to let her bake him a bake in honor of this distinction. He finally managed to get her agree not to, but then his foster mother made him his favourite pie and he let Rose stick a candle in it, because it made her happy and seeing her face light up would always be one of Benjamin's favourite things in the world. Along with pie. So, really, it was a win-win situation in the end. And, thankfully, Rose didn't go all out about it; she only told Ian about it, so that he could have a piece of pie, too, and once they'd each gotten their share (Benjamin had seconds; it was his pie, after all), he generously handed out the rest of the pie to the rest of his friends and one to Professor Flitwick, as per Rose's request. Her reasoning was that it was the least he could do to thank him. He drew the line at giving a piece to Dumbledore, though, mostly because he didn't now the password to his office and you couldn't just bother the headmaster with something as silly was pie. But then something told him that Dumbledore, in all his oddities, would probably appreciate the gesture even more than Flitwick had.

Benjamin stuffed his hands into the pockets of his slacks, treading lightly and keeping his ears sharp. He'd requested that he patrol separately from Amelia this first time to try to get his footing. He'd always done better on his own, after all. Besides, if he completely sucked at it, he didn't want his current partner to know about it just yet. Then again, how could you be bad at something like patrolling? When it became clear that the hallways were mostly deserted, Benjamin let his thoughts drift. Christmas was in a few days, as was the Yule ball. He still wasn't going, naturally, even though he'd heard that Jordan wasn't going, either, so there was no way of running into her. It still didn't feel right to go, though, which is what he told Rose and assured her that he'd be just fine on his own. He'd probably end up playing exploding snap or chess by himself - a guilty pass time that was actually a lot more fun than it sounded. Or perhaps he was easily amused that way. He'd barely managed to convince Rose that, no, he didn't need her to keep him company, and that he wanted her to go with Tristan and have a good time and no, of course he wasn't going to be lonely, didn't she know that he quite liked being alone sometimes anyway and that he often sought seclusion? Since she couldn't fight with such logic, she promised to tell him everything about it, and he told her he was looking forward to it. He wasn't even exaggerating, either. Rose had her own way of telling stories that amused him greatly, especially coupled with her animated features and her wild hand gestures. Besides, it made her happy, and Benjamin had already touched on the subject of what making Rose happy meant to him, and he didn't like sounding too redundant, even if it was in his own head. Ah, in his own head. That didn't sound worrisome at all. He snorted out loud, and then realised he was laughing at himself, alone, but he couldn't bring himself to care about how crazy that sounded.

He was about a half hour into his patrol, heading in the direction of the dungeons, when he caught his first offender trying to sneak out of them. He didn't look much younger than Benjamin himself, perhaps a third or fourth year, and Benjamin guessed that he was a Slytherin, even though the boy wasn't wearing his robes. He didn't recognise him by name, but he'd seen him around Hogwarts; people like Benjamin noticed these things, you see. He watched people from afar, analyzed them, noticed them, but didn't really learn their names unless they were interesting enough to continue to watch. "You're not supposed to be walking around. It's past curfew," Benjamin said mildly, coming to a halt in front of the student, who lifted his chin defiantly and narrowed his eyes in distaste. "And who's going to stop me?" he sneered. Raising an eyebrow, Benjamin pointed to his badge and then dropped his arm, realising how ridiculous it was after he'd done it. It wasn't like a police officer's badge that'd supposedly stop bandits in their tracks, and it had been stupid of him to use it as one. "Five points from Slytherin for breaking curfew. Now get back to your common room before Filch comes along and you end up with a detention, or worse. Try to defy me and I'll make it another ten points from Slytherin," he stated, keeping his voice firm and authoritative, but non-threatening. For a few seconds, the young Slytherin -- Benjamin thought his name might be Todd, but he wouldn't bet his life on it -- continued to look defiant. And then he seemed to finally succumb to Benjamin's order and, with an unnecessarily hateful glare, he turned on his heel and stomped back the way he came from. Holding back a grin with difficulty, because he'd just successfully scolded a student back into bed, Benjamin continued with his patrols feeling a lot more confident then he had five minutes ago.

[Lucy Murphy]

Full Name: Anandani Aeknov
House: Ravenclaw
Year: 7th
Age: 18
Why you make a great Prefect: Ana has proven her dedication through her studies, churning out flawless grades every year since her education began at Hogwarts. When Quidditch was added to the mix, her grades didn't falter a tad. She is exceptionally good at balancing work and play, she's responsible, and most importantly, she's reasonable. It's not normal for her to blow a gasket, and while sometimes she can be a bit patient and even too soft, she knows when she needs to crack down on someone. She's not too strict about it, nor is she too weak; basically, she just wants people to be responsible and not complete and utter douchebags. And if they are being douchebags, she will be sure to inform them of this and greatly advise they do not continue to be douchebags. And then she will give them a detention. Simple as that!



Sample Post:

After being a Prefect for quite some time, Ana had learned the ins and outs of the job. For example, she knew that weekday night patrols were the most tediously long periods of time in the world because most kids weren't running around the castle at 2am on a Tuesday morning, thank you very much. Thus, she had gotten into the habit of carrying a book with her. Yes, walking and reading, which could be quite a difficult task for someone who wasn't equipped with a book light (God bless the muggles for coming up with that one). Of course, it was a bit of a challenge to walk around holding a book and holding a wand, so she'd do one or the other - it took a few nights of trial and error, but she's formulated a rather clever way to work around that. There were areas of the castle that were naturally lit by the moon shining in through windows, which would be a substitute for her wand light. It was also, surprisingly, a bit of a way to lure misbehavers in; under the impression her shadow was just a fellow hooligan going for a midnight stroll, they'd relax, or even remark on it once in close proximity.

Precious little things, weren't they?

Then, in the darker parts of the castle, she'd settle for putting her book away and meander around, the glow from her wand bobbing around with her footsteps, though mostly she got distracted and tried to make shapes with the light, hoping if she did them over and over and over again they'd keep going even when you stopped like the things in the tricky eye books. Again, another indicator of fellow hooligan; what kind of prefect would play games with her wand? There was a method to her madness, and although it wasn't exactly intentional at first, she noted a bit of a trend between the nights she first started, when she was more stiff, rigid, as opposed to how she was now; being so obviously relaxed also relaxed the kids who were sneaking around. How odd would it be, to be hiding from a figure who chased their wand light up and down hallways, as if expecting a kitten to come out and pounce on it? Instead of slipping behind a door, they'd stay in their doorways, just waiting to be caught.

Ana knew if she had any reason to be sneaking around, she'd be doing it a whole hell of a lot better than these people, that was for sure.

Tonight was another one of those nights, where you'd rather be in bed sleeping but she had to be patrolling anyway, so of course she was entertaining herself one way or another, whether it was stopping to sit for a rest and make shadow puppets on the wall or wiggling herself between suits of armor to jump out and scare people, only then to fuck them with the long dick of the law. And it wasn't even Halloween!

Currently she was doing just that - squishing herself between a couple suits of armor, breathing as quietly as she could to hear approaching footsteps. And then they came. Heavy. Spread far apart, but they seemed to drag on too long. Male. He had a slouch and apparently hadn't been taught how to walk correctly. Probably a Gryffindor, if he was in this part of the castle.

Donnelly.

She slid out as quick as she could before exclaiming, "GOTCHA YA LITTLE PUNK", only to be greeted by a rather girlish shriek coming from Donnelly good Lord hadn't he already hit puberty?! But that scared her (and it always did, fuck) and she screamed again, tossing her wand up in the air and staring at Aidan Donnelly, who stood there, one leg up and his arms held close to his chest, holding his wand right below his chin like he was about to tell a ghost story. She cleared her throat, bent down and picked up her wand, and held it up to his face. She examined him through narrowed eyes, her brows furrowed together. "I assume you don't have a very good reason to be out at night right now. No obvious injuries. You don't look groggy as if you had been sleep walking. Your hair is clearly disheveled. Your shirt is backwards and inside out. Your belt is undone and I will assume that isn't because you were walking around marking your territory on the castle walls. The Slytherin girl?" She questioned, eyes still dangerously narrowed. Aidan's eyes shifted back and forth. He gulped and hesitantly nodded. Ana lifted up her hand and encouragingly slapped it on his arm a few times. "Atta boy," she said, before pulling out a slip of paper from her robes and scribbling a few quick words on it before handing it to Aidan. "Remember to use protection," she said pointedly before letting out a quick cackle and sauntering off past Mr. Donnelly, who looked like he had just been petrified.

Poor bloke had it coming.