Saturday morning, late November, 2005 The school's caretaker met Quinn and Nixa in the Entrance Hall, pushing a wooden custodian cart with an assortment of brooms, mops, mop-buckets, sponges, and rags. After confirming the girls' identities, he led them through a disused wing of the castle, and into...

"I'd like that. I'm often hesitant to show my creative writing to other people, but it would be nice to get some honest feedback, and I'd be happy to reciprocate," Quinn said, apparently quite receptive to the idea. "Heh. Maybe I'll write a story about Ralph. I could make up some sil...

"An aspiring writer, at least," Quinn replied. "I'm not sure that what I produce is all that great. The school newspaper hasn't fired me yet though, so there's that. It would be fun to show each other what we've written though." She had to smile at Nixa's optimism that maybe Qui...

"Oh, you write? That's awesome! I write as well...mostly poetry and songs, articles for the Hogwarts Times, and the occasional short story. I sing and dance too. Frequently I find that something can be of intense interest one week, and of no importance the next. Maybe I'm just scatter-brained ...

"Do you have any interests outside of Quidditch and being part of the orchestra?" , Quinn asked. She could relate to Nixa's love of Quidditch, of course, though she had sufficient other interests that she felt she could accept not being able to play should the situation arise. "Yeah,...

"I expect the nurse will have your ankle fixed pretty quickly. As backwards as the magical world seems at times, at least magic works a lot faster than muggle doctors and medicine, and usually without side-effects." Quinn let out a snort at the 'without brooms' bit. "Of course withou...

"Muggles don't have potions exactly, but they do have medications, that can come in either liquid or pill form. They can either relieve symptoms, or sometimes cure an illness completely. But the more powerful medications always have side-effects you have to watch out for, and not everybody res...

This article appeared on the front page of the Tuesday, November 29 edition of the Hogwarts Times. Winter Break Schedule by Quinn Rockwell, student journalist Headteacher Rossi has finalized the schedule for winter break. First Term will end Friday, December 23. The last of the thestral carriages w...

This article appeared on the front page of the Tuesday, November 29 edition of the Hogwarts Times. Winter Solstice Dance Announced! by Quinn Rockwell, student journalist For the first time since Hogwarts' re-opening in 1999, the school is planning to host a dance! This has been rumored since early ...

"I'm sure there's something, I just don't know what. I can't believe wizardkind hasn't had to deal with something like this before and worked out something to at least help to restore things." Quinn smiled. "Muggles have lived without magic since the dawn of man, so of course they've...

Quinn didn't want to risk hitting the rocks behind the waterfall, so her approach for this ring was to decelerate as she got close, only going through the ring at the best speed she felt she could safely get away with, or at least not break her neck. In the end, she only got a little wet in the proc...

"I'm not sure, but if Professor Fah can't do something, I don't know who could," Quinn replied. "Our professors are experts in their respective fields. For all I know, there could be some obscure spell to promote plant growth over a large area, that she might be familiar with. Either...

This was very different from a Quidditch game, Quinn realized. In a game, she was always aware of the Quaffle's exact position. But the raven that was setting up this course was too small and too far away to track, especially while they had to keep their focus on one hoop at a time. She did not spot...

Two butterbeers was a safe wager, well within the budget of the average sixth-year, Quinn decided. Even her own very limited budget. "You're on!" , she called back to Laguna, confident enough in her well-honed flying skills that she wouldn't come in last place. Spotting the next waypoint a...

It had started as an ordinary summer like any other. School had let out, and Quinn had spent her time playing soccer, taking music lessons, having sleepovers, and spending time in the company of friends, as ten-year-olds do. Then, on August 14, a week prior to her 11th birthday, an owl landed on the...

Since Nixa commented about it, Quinn turned her head to take in their bleak surroundings. "Yeah, it's a tremendous loss. It'll probably be decades before the forest can recover from this...unless maybe Professor Fah can figure something out to jumpstart the process?" "Making it back o...

"Oooh, randomized waypoints! That's awesome!" , Quinn said enthusiastically as their course was established by that curious raven. "That's so much better than manually placing markers in the air or on the ground." The flying instructor and the four house teams had each used thei...

"Of course, I'm always up for a good challenge!" , Quinn replied to Laguna. There was a reason she'd been sorted in Gryffindor. "If anything, it'll help me get my mind off what's been a pretty crummy day." "Nighttime matches are the best," she agreed with Zeke. "Y...

It had been a long day for Quinn. In the potions lab that morning, her cauldron had exploded, making for quite the mess to clean up, and then of course she had to start her brewing over from scratch. By lunchtime, rumors were circulating that she'd carelessly added some ingredient or other, which ha...

As Quinn wiped her tears away with her sleeve, a faint yelp broke the pervasive silence. Alarmed, she turned her broom around and darted off in the direction of the sound, flying low. Not long after, she spotted a girl on the ground at the base of a hill near the edge of the forest. She veered towar...

"Hello," Quinn replied to Trent. She only really knew him as someone who hanged out with Kyle. Both boys must've been a foot taller than she was. She was just that petite. "I'm Rockwell, but you can call me Quinn if you prefer." Quinn returned Kyle's smile. "It's only been ...

Sunday, Nov. 6, 2005 It was the day after a huge swath of the Forbidden Forest had burned to the ground, including most of the path to Hogsmeade. Many creatures had perished, and many had been displaced. Rumors were flying as to the cause of the fire, and details were hard to come by, though from wh...

"Bone-shaped cookies?" , Quinn repeated. "You mean, resembling dog treats, but actual cookies?" She glanced up at Prof. Silverberg questioningly. "That seems like a peculiar thing to try to feed to a wolf." Auror Esperian's animagus display interrupted her train of tho...

Quinn arrived and made her way through the crowd, seeming to look for someone as she did so. She was wearing a brown coat overtop a tan sweater, trousers with the Union Jack printed on one of the back pockets, and turquoise canvas sneakers. Her socks were mismatched as usual (for good luck) but not ...

Platonic: Quinn's a quirky, extroverted, adventurous, open-minded sort of character who's usually among the first to stand up to defend other people. Maybe you're like-minded? Or one of the people she defended? She pretty much ignores house boundaries when she's not in a Quidditch game, so don't cou...