April Fools' Pool Party Open Closed

Interacting with: @Opeila Seilun & @Adohiro Moira

Hearing his last name, Jack raised his head immediately, his blank expression lighting up at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Opeila?" he asked, peering through the soft wafting steam to see the other Slytherin's face. Upon confirming that it was her, he beamed brightly and waved an arm. It was a moment before he realized she had asked him a question.

"Me? Oh, yeah. Come on in! You're just in time. The water's still really warm. Perfect temperature, I'd say."

The red-headed boy manuvered himself so he could push the large, floating twig-branch toward the end of the makeshift pool that Opeila was at, propelling himself forward by kicking through the water.

"Isn't this great? We don't have to worry about it being too deep or giant squids or merfolk trying to enslave us," he laughed, holding out an arm to give her a hand in the case she wanted to climb onto his twig-branch. "Too bad we don't have any water guns or anything. But I thought the weather's kinda nice now that spring is coming around, don't you think?"

He nodded toward the large, flat metal cover next to the pool. "You can put any stuff you have over there if you like. That way it won't get lost in the grass and it'll be in plain sight so we can make sure no one takes it."

Before he could say any more, another first-year showed up - a Slytherin Jack remembered noticing in his dormitory just recently. He hadn't asked his name, though.

"Hello," he greeted, waving with a grin. "Sure, knock yourself out! That's what it's here for," he told the other boy, glad to have some company.

Interacting with @Jack Burnett @Opeila Seilun @Adohiro Moira

April Fool's was often a holiday her family got a kick out of, playing mini pranks around the house on each other. Though hers were always obvious and she was pretty sure her parents played along with her pranks in the end. Something about today felt a tad empty, she was missing that jovial laughter of pranks and a fun time. As she was making a walk through the courtyard she saw someone making a pool? From her distance away she couldn't tell exactly who it was but she quickly ran to her dorm and grabbed the swimsuit she had luckily brought to school despite not knowing if she would need it as well as a towel.

Her swimsuit top was more like a tight t-shirt due to the fact that she now had a giant scar on her back that she was unwilling to show people quite yet, despite Flash helping her slowly heal it. It was yellow with white daisies with bottoms to match, properly fitting of a girl with her personality. She was wearing a lavender knitted cover-up so she didn't have to walk through the castle just in her bathing suit. As she approached she recognized two out of the three people there. One she was on iffy terms with, one she considered a friend, and the other she had never met before.

She peeked over the edge of the metal pool, she figured she should probably ask before just jumping in, especially since she didn't want to intrude on Jack. "Hiya! Do you have room for one more?" She was already in the process of tying her hair up in a bun to jump in, when Jack invited her in. The cover up and towel were quickly deposited before she miraculously clambered her short stature into pool. Immediately the nice warmth enveloping her, and letting the woes of homesickness wash away. Instead of approaching the ones she knew immediately she turned to the one she hadn't to introduce herself. Luckily she had caught him at the tail end of his introduction. "I don't think we've met, Adohiro! I'm Willow, a first year Hufflepuff it's lovely to meet you! She bounced up and down in the water, not able to stand still even with one of the most calming elements.

@Jack Burnett @Opeila Seilun @Willow Anderson @Adohiro Moira

Interacting With: @Jack Burnett
Mentioning: Everyone [ @Opeila Seilun, @Adohiro Moira, @Willow Anderson, @Ruka Tân ]

It was a prank. Why wouldn’t it be? April Fools’ was a holiday widely celebrated since decades prior and years to come, raised from the ashes of childish pranks and games. Someone cursed to be like Jack Burnett, an archetypal trickster if Persephone had ever encountered one, was the pure breed of the type of person this holiday was dreamed for. A day to create chaos in a way strongly disliked by the agent of such, youthful and ridiculous, without purpose or reason aside from a good laugh. Of course, the blonde wouldn’t be laughing, instead a ‘victim’ of said trick, like a member of the majority.

It was a prank. She was being ignorant. But god, the agony the girl endured having not swam for the months since the cold consumed. The idea was enthralling all on its own, with no help from the organizer himself. Precautions would be taken, Persy could not afford otherwise in reference to her plan that melted under the heat of the looming summer. The water invited her, sang like the song of a siren, pure and clear like her head never had been. Never would be.

Precautions. Right.

As soon as her final lesson had concluded, running on nothing but the fumes of its core purpose and the professor’s weary voice, the crybaby had dashed to the Grounds, hoping for the comfort of sun-kissed skin. Though her pale tone never faltered under the sun’s wrath, the warmth that spread throughout was a sensation similar to no other, though different to each person. Instead of embracing that light and reminder of consistency in an ever-changing life, the small pool had found her instead, already occupied by her ‘disliked’ ally, an unfamiliar boy and girl, and, of-goddamn-course, the demon. Red, naturally.

Emerald eyes fell upon each inhabitant, completely strangled by another being in itself, naive airs rising with the diminishing steam. Persephone wouldn’t be asking for capital punishment, smiling as the needle took her breath away with a kiss of death. Such negligent practices were what brought upon adolescent deaths, the children diving into shallow water or removing their life-jackets a month too early. The conversation that buzzed among the flies with fake delight was trivial to the affairs lingering in the invitation. The purity and clarity the trick offered was promising, but swears like that were broken every time they were made. Nothing that lived among the Earth was pure, untouched by the world’s corrupting malice.

Instead of obliging to its irresistible calls, the Slytherin moved her fingers lightly through its surface, observing attentively as it bent to her will, as manipulable as a futile pawn. But, in this rare case, Persephone was not its true master. At that precise moment, yet another unwarranted justification that karma was overwhelmingly real, a familiar victim eased toward the scene of a coming crime. In order to not disturb planned peace, she maneuvered quickly.

Without looking at him, offering such satisfaction, the blonde addressed the demon with her volume low, as to not alert the inhabitants. Let them suffer, see if she cared. As an extra precaution, her voice did not grace his ears  until it was clear to do so, each person distracted with pointless introductions she carried no interest in. “So, Burnett, is it clear hair dye? A potion? Plan to drown them all?” A balled fist gently tapped the tin, “...natural conductor of electricity, you know.”