Post by caitlinjames on May 28, 2017 19:15:30 GMT -6
SATURDAY, 3RD SEPTEMBER 2011, JUST BEFORE 3PM
Caitlin James so loved the start of the term because she got to see the bright, happy faces of students after their long summer holidays away from the castle. The students were what made Hogwarts so worthwhile, and, considering herself lucky to count herself among the teaching staff of the school, she wanted to show them how wonderful it was to be a student at Hogwarts.
Fliers had been set on the Ravenclaw table since the first of the month as well hung throughout the common room and the dormitories, and she made a habit of reminding her students in singsong as they passed one another in corridors or after classes. After some sweat-inducing hard work, one wall had been slightly expanded to add extra space in the common room, and in the extra space sat a table with some light refreshments, including punch, cakes, and fried potatoes, which made every party spudtacular. A table against another wall, also slightly expanded, hosted several muggle and magical games that she thought might complement a party. On the walls and ceiling hung blue streamers and some extra lighting, enchanted to cast different hues of blue or bronze throughout the room.
Caitlin turned on her heels several times to admire her hard work. Students would be arriving any minute now, except for the ones who had appeared early to help her set up. There weren't any extra-curricular events that afternoon, so she had her fingers crossed for a large turnout. The professor danced over to a couch and plopped herself down with a smile while she waited.
Post by TESLA FORD FARADAY on May 28, 2017 19:38:02 GMT -6
Tesla was no longer just a prefect of just the Quidditch captain. He was now also the Head boy. This was an honor he didn't even think he was supposed to have. He wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do or anything else like that. He had questions and he was going to go talk to the head of house. This was the person he loved and adored the most at Hogwarts. His girlfriend might have dumped him, but he still had his mother.
But stepping into the common room, he couldn't help but grin. "I'm the head boy!" He yelled, as if she didn't know. "Did you have something to do with it?" And because he couldn't help himself, he went running towards her and flung himself at her. His arms wrapped around her in a tight hug. See? This was perfect. He liked getting to be around her and he wanted to make her proud.
"Can I stay the Quidditch captain?" He asked without too much trouble. He wasn't letting go of her just yet. He liked holding onto her at the moment.
While never particularly antisocial the Chaser had rarely ever mingled when the Ravenclaw tower hosted any sort of gathering. Merely only appearing that no one asked why she didn't come when she lived in the tower and then promptly disappearing. She'd just never been for it, even when the Quidditch team won. Now it seemed she was more hesitant to come down for it.
She hadn't planned to, but she'd misjudged the time from when she decided to leave the library. Ariel had hoped she could slide in before the events started, but it seemed their Head of House was intent on decorating. Somehow she felt obligated to help and soon the floor was getting more crowded.
There was no point in trying to escape by that point and, disgruntled, the young girl snatched her book up from one of the tables and moved to a window seat. Purposefully trying to make herself look unapproachable, but somehow she looked smaller than usual-- Especially watching as the Head flitted about and suddenly a boy was yelling and practically tackling her.
Ariel frowned to herself and buried her head behind the book. While she wasn't particularly interested in reading at the moment, she doubted any good Ravenclaw would disturb her from its pages. Besides, why would anyone want to?
Books didn't need watering but plants did. She pulled her water bottle from her bookbag and skipped over to the window seat. Only there was a girl already there. Sojo faltered. She had seen this little human, usually just before she disappeared around a corner. But she was sitting near the budding sunflower. She shouldered the slipping strap and ambled up. The soil in the small pot was parched by the warm.light, and the water soaked in quickly. She looked up then when she finisjed. "What are you reading?"
Her desire to disappear into the window while the others carried on goes unheard. She only wanted to stay there long enough to escape, but there's a voice hailing her and the girl looks up with a startled jump. Dark eyes narrowing as she reflexively scooted away. Just as quickly the girl decides the other's threat level: minimal.
She hadn't seen this one before, not really. Must be a first year-- It'd only been a few days since they arrived. A different Ariel might have played nice or was helpful, but as she was now Ariel wanted none of those things. She's angry and doesn't want to speak to someone she doesn't know, let alone a first year who doesn't know the dangers lurking in this world.
"Nothing," Ariel answered harshly, snapping the book shut and stepping away from the window. She did not afford the girl a smile, greeting, or a look back as she walked away-- Only making the dash up the stairs to the familiarity of her dorm when she was safely away.
She was a snappy one, slicing at Sojo with a single cutting word. Immediately a dagger rose to the tip of her tongue, reflex, but she bit it at the last second in the wake of the other girl's departure. Sojo tasted blood on the tip of her tongue, and felt a hot ache in her chest. Why? Her favourite interrogative word. Why. Now there was another, brittle and cold in the way of something that had its own gravity. It was a black hole: what good? It pulled at her joy until it became caught in the web. Why am I here and what good is it trying to make friends? "Why this place? Why stupid Ravenclaw? She raked her eyes back to her little plant instead of letting her reproach drift into the room. She couldn't let anyone else see her like this.
Horrors. In her brief distraction greeting the girl, a delicate leaf had torn from the plant. Overwatered, or with too much force, she wasn't sure. This hurt more. People were stupid, plants were good. She would just become a plant - maybe a cactus, never mind that they didn't grow in Scotland or England - and never have to deal with people again. Except pests. Like that one.
Sojo sat on the sill with a huff as she held the hurt in her mind. A thousand mile away from home, and still a brush or a word or prick raised the memories of shadowed faces from school. They were just words, but why did words hurt so much? The bitterness had been comforting at first but the longer she held on to it the more burned away at the moments of joy like light developing a photo. She didn't want to feed the anger any more than she wanted to lose joy. It was the feeling of running down a lawn and leaping into a pile of leaves, the one time she did on a school field trip. It was the feeling she remembered when she had stared up at the sunflower, towering two meters over her head. I made that. I planted that. That was magic, how such a tall green thing could unfurl from such a tiny seed. She wanted to leave the darkness at the edge of her vision behind in London like she had the other bitter blots and catty voices, names she chose to forget. She pressed her cheek against the glass then, the coolness drawing the heat from her mouth, melting into her chest. Slowly, she felt the tension ease. Think good thoughts - like supernovas and dwarf stars, how beneath the surface of cacti was bountiful water that hydrated the blooms that would burst out just after a deluge of rain. Satisfied, Sojo turned back to face the room. She would play a game with herself then: how long could she resist approaching someone else? At least with books you didn't have to wait. And they didn't bite back.
@ariel , @caitlinjames , or anyone else I s'pose.
Last Edit: May 31, 2017 20:42:59 GMT -6 by jeremiah
By now Annora wasn't a stranger to returning to school at the start of the term and fraternizing with her housemates, but it was always pleasant to interact with peers and new first years. Although it wasn't anything extravagant, she was quite pleased about Professor James' little treat for them in the Common Room. A nice time to just kick back and relax a little; even a studious and hardworking student like her acknowledged the need to just be a person for a moment instead of a scholar all of the time.
When it came time for lunch, she made sure not to eat too much in the Great Hall so that she could still have the stomach for the food at the party. When it was about time that the well-advertised Ravenclaw party would start, the young girl went straight to the Ravenclaw Tower. Upon entering the Common Room, she walked straight to the woman who had made this all happen first. "Thank you for organizing this, Professor James. I appreciate it, and I'm sure everyone else does too," she said ever so politely before heading over to table filled with refreshments. Time to devour some cakes!
Post by ELLIS GEORGE on Jun 12, 2017 13:41:05 GMT -6
Ellis delighted in the opportunity to mingle with his fellow students, particularly his housemates. He still was having a bit of trouble making friends, even though he just sort of assumed everyone was his friend. Adie was nice, but she was in Hufflepuff so she definitely wouldn't be here. Iola had been mad at Ellis since he said they were too young to get married, and she was in Gryrffindor. He had to sort that one out. Maybe he would make some new friends tonight. Anyways, Tesla would be there because he had to because he was Head Boy now. Ellis wanted to be like Tesla when he grew up. He was well liked and clever and Quidditch Captain. Though Ellis wasn't much good at flying.
Upon entering the common room, Ellis grinned. It was nicely decorated and there was already a number of students there. He spotted one girl scarpering off to the dormitories. What a shame that she didn't want to be a part of the festivities! Ellis waved to Tesla in greeting and was about to join him when his stomach rumbled unpleasantly. He changed direction, ehading to the food table instead. There was a fifth year eating some cakes and Ellis smiled shyly. "Nice cakes, yeah?" he asked, his voice a bit squeakier than usual but he tried to mask it.
She held out for all of five minutes. That was discipline, that was the making of greatness, and she had done it just to prove that she could. But by the end of the five minutes, which trickled into seven, she decided vehemently that there was no virtue in not being sociable, if there was worth socializing. She spotted @annorafalk and ELLIS GEORGE. The former, an older girl who was intimidatingly pretty so Sojo preferred to stay away. Nothing good had come from interacting with girls who were pretty in her past experience, the sort of pretty that woke up looking pretty. But Ellis was just Ellis, and they were friends by way of sharing classes and a common house. As much as she found the house system frustrating, it was also thrilling to realize that it meant that everyone who called the wings and common room home shared a certain affinity for learning, often for the sake of learning itself, though Sojo would be the first to assert that there was more to knowledge than its own virtue. She left the cactus on the sill by the sun. Hopefully it would advertise itself as dangerous to anyone who wanted to steal a window seat. Beware points or else pricks. She didn't need to put a sign up to caution that.