Shine a Light CLOSED RPG+

There was just something so beautifully simplistic about glowsticks. A quick little snap and crackling of the flexible plastic shell, maybe a little bit of vigorous shaking... and bam, you had a light source that was far more reliable than whatever that lumos nonsense was. Plus, when you threw in a package of those plastic connectors, then the possibilities were endless. Bracelets, crowns, necklaces, full armor... the only limit was your imagination. As a kid, Ami could remember being decked out in dozens of glowsticks as she went trick-or-treating during Halloween, or just at any school dance in a pitch-black gymnasium. Of course, that wasn't to say that there were a few pitfalls with glowsticks, especially if they started leaking on white clothing, but all in all, it was good, relatively inexpensive fun.

Naturally, Ami had bought 200 of them.

Originally, she'd intended to bring the bucket of glowsticks to the Beckett Gala and throw them at Ana from one of the balconies throughout the whole thing like darts, but her mother had shut that down relatively quickly. Thus, throughout the whole of winter break, Ami had a plastic tub full of 200 glowsticks that she didn't really know what to do with. It was her father who had suggested that she bring it back with her to Hogwarts and cause some minor chaos there, much to her mother's chagrin. But obviously, it was a brilliant idea, which was why Ami found herself in the Rehearsal Room on a Friday night putting on the finishing touches to her outfit for the evening.

After Scott had shut down her suggestion to attend the Fall Masquerade Ball as His Frat-jesty, Chad Preoccupied, the Hufflepuff had been itching for a chance to return to her drag persona, and to terrify the general student body with her pencil 'stache. It wasn't like she hated who she was as a person, not at all- in fact, you could probably go as far as to say that she loved herself a little too much on occasion. But Chad was just so fun, and she felt like there were just certain qualities of his that she had no way of implementing in her day-to-day life. Plus, she looked pretty damn hot as a guy.

Taking a deep breath, the purple-clad figure met his own eyes in the mirror on the table in front of him, and his face split into a grin. "Purple is definitely your color," he mumbled to himself, adjusting the fedora on his head slightly before checking to make sure everything else was in place. The record player/gramophone thing had taken a hot second to figure out how to get working, but in the end, quiet jazz filled the space and made the cold stone walls seem a little warmer. There was a plate of vegan cookies that would taste surprisingly alright (although they were very obviously vegan) on a table, with the bucket of glowsticks dumped out onto the table for people to take as many as they wanted.

Now, all he had to do was wait for someone to show up. Well, preferably, more than one person. Hopefully, his flyers that he'd posted around various locations in the school would attract at least a couple of people.

ARE YOU A BEAUTIFUL SHINING SOUL? YES. YOU ARE.
Come grab a super cool glowstick (or more than one, I don't really care) and chill at a very chill party in the Rehearsal Room @ 7 PM on Friday.