First Year Graduation Party PV 1st Yr Finished

The party was already underway by the time Ziba entered the Great Hall. Whoever was in charge of coordinating the big event had gone all out with the decorations. Ziba had never been to a wizard graduation party before, though, so for all she knew these could be run of the mill party decor. Not that it mattered to her - it was all still a remarkable spectacle either way. There were more disco balls than she could count, the ceiling reflected the bright floor tiles beneath her feet, and the frog choir was hitting notes that she didn't think was humanly possible. That was the beauty of attending Hogwarts. She never knew what to expect.

Yet the extravagance of it all began to make her feel small and out of place. She looked down at her outfit for the night which was a simple floral t-shirt dress and the cleanest sneakers she could find. Her long wavy hair had been wrestled into a loose braid that hung over her right shoulder, which she now began to fidget with as she examined her surroundings. She was starting to worry that her attire wasn't exactly appropriate when she spotted a girl on the side also wearing sneakers. Letting out a quick exhale of relief, Ziba walked over to her.

"I love your outfit!" Ziba said in a slightly raised voice so she could heard over the loud belting of the frog choir. For emphasis, she gestured between her own dress and the patches on the girl's skirt. "I like the flowers, they're a nice touch," she said with a small smile. She shifted her weight and stepped on another tile, causing the light from it to frame her face in a bright glow. It blinded her slightly, forcing her to shut her eyes with a wince. "That's really starting to get annoying."

'S-So... Is.. there a reason why.. I might've seen you before?'

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Flying from the ceiling and reflecting beams of lights, the disco ball is a vital part of a party, especially one that is disco themed. Olphie had always admired the disco ball for its talents: bold, glowing, universal, and, quite simply, a sign of a good party. The disco ball was always unaware of any criticisms of tackiness, standing firmly in the center of the room no matter what its desparagers would say. The disco ball, quite frankly, personified Olphie precisely, so it was no wonder that she loved it so much.

When she found out that the young Arthur Persnickety had decided to throw a disco-themed party for the first year graduation, she knew she had to attend. Olphie had wanted to attend the second-year party the previous night, but she had gotten preoccupied with grading and preparing her syllabus. By the time she was ready to get ready, she had realized that she no longer had the required three hours to get ready while still making it in the window of being appropriately fashionably late. In the end, she realized this was perhaps a good mistake to have, as parties were exhausting, with all those fans wanting autographs, blatantly unwilling to accept that one just wanted to have a good time without managing the pressures of fame. These children had planned their parties far too close to each other - just a day apart! - for someone so famous to attend both with ease. Instead, she had time to do a cucumber face mask to revitalize her face and got a wonderful amount of beauty rest. It had been a lovely night.

When the time turned to one o'clock, Olphie began her ritual to get ready for a special night. One may think that she was eager for this party to meet more fans or celebrate the first years' accomplishments, but she had a very different idea in mind. No, Olphie had excitement purely because she had a hunch that Caradoc Browne would be at this party. She had reached out to him with an apology for their tea date; upon reflection, she wrote, she realized that she had made a few assumptions that she regretted in retrospect. If he did show, it would be the first time that she had seen him since that fateful day, and she just hoped that they could continue their romance and he'd wiggle that nose once more. Her heart panged as she thought of that smile, that receding hairline she had grown to love. She even wanted to hear more stories about Norway, his daughter that he loved so dearly.

It was reasonable to say that she was nervous. These nerves proved a hindrance as it took her a bit longer to get ready; luckily, she often allowed extra time in case she whimsically decided to do something new with her makeup. Settling on a pale pink, sparkly shadow with the rest of her makeup muted to highlight the glitter, Olphie turned towards her clothing piles (why hadn't the house elves fixed this, yet?) to pick her outfit to fully encapsulate her disco fever. Originally magically bewitched to flash between pink and red, it now seemed stuck between the two colors, perfectly dividing her body in the contrasting shades. It was a shame that it no longer had the pizzazz she had bought it for, but Olphie figured that the two colors could resemble her dual personality: disco devil who spiced up the dance floor, disco angel who sipped punch and supported first year students in their accomplishments.

It was now six o'clock, and the walk to the Great Hall was long enough to get her to arrive perfectly and fashionably late. Olphie took one last look in the mirror, then slipped on her pink sparkle heels, before set off.

Much to her pleasure, a matching (albeit, less fabulous, but this hall wasn't big enough for two beautiful Olphie-balls) large disco ball floated prominently in the center of the hall, with some of the large ball's minion mini balls surrounding him. It was a perfect metaphor to how the night would end up, with Olphie in the center of the ball, surrounded by little lights of potential. She smiled at the sight and, in what would seem to think was an uncharacteristically shy move, the Flying Professor avoided the musical dance floor altogether, served herself some drink, then strode to the edge of the scene. Olphie would let the children have their joy before she took the attention off of them, when a singular student would start the waves of autographs. Olphie was nothing less than selfless, thinking of others like that.

She was not so selfless enough to move to the area of the room Arch Percival would be in, for Olphie wanted to be noticed. Familiar with the double-edged sword of fame, Olphie wanted to be prepared to deal with her fans, staying visible as though to say, I am your teacher, I am approachable. She watched as some students interacted, wondering if any of them had experienced the heartbreak bound to occur at a dance just before the long summer holiday. With a small smile, the former Slytherin thought back to the dances of her youth in the months before freedom. Her first year, she had had her first kiss. Her third? Heartbreak. Time would only tell what joys and tragedies would befall the small children.

Olphie had a brought a small vessel, hidden in a pocket of her jumpsuit and filled with firewhiskey, to tolerate the insanity of fame that was to come, and she took this moment to take a large few gulps of the adult beverage before she politely sipped the lesser drink that was provided. The scene before her was a beautiful one, but Olphie could not help to steal a few glances ever so often to see if Caradoc would make an appearance. Perhaps this night would end in a romantic surprise for not only the students but also a few professors as well.

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The common room had been fairly empty this afternoon, as Tatiana laid out, stretched across one of the plush couches with her feet crossed and propped up on the arm rest. She was reading, as per usual, the book lazily resting on her stomach. She rolled her eyes, laying it face down, after realizing she'd just read the same paragraph over again, for the third time. She was having trouble focusing. She had been either reading or studying all week and her mind needed a rest.

She sighed, closing her eyes, and leaned her head back. Maybe a nap, she thought. But just as she had started to relax, a small group of girls came bursting out the door from their dormitories. They had hardly noticed her, hidden by the back of the couch, as they walked past her giggling and continuing their conversation. She opened one eye as she vaguely listened to what they were on about, before watching as they made their way through the portrait hole and quickly out of sight again. They'd barely been there long enough for her to catch the whole discussion, but she'd caught the gist of it. Something about a first year party? Oh yeah. She vaguely remembered hearing something about that from other students in the library. Though not entirely sold on the idea, she figured it couldn't be a bad idea to just stop by, even if briefly.

Deducing she had no better plans, and needed a break from the silence anyway, she gathered her things and returned to her dorm. The room was empty, as most people had probably already started heading to the great hall for the event. But there were clothes haphazardly strewn across the beds, in a rushed and tornado like fashion, as if the girls had tried on several outfits before deciding which ones to leave in.

Tatiana was overall pretty low fuss, but she didn't want to make a bad impression. She knew she shouldn't attend in her usual, around the castle, comfortable attire, but she surely didn't want to overdress either. Finally deciding on a dark blue short sleeve blouse, tucked into a high waisted pair of light grey pants, belt, and a simple pair of black flats, she moved over to the bathrooms. Looking a little rough, she thought to herself, upon first seeing her reflection in the mirror. Her hair could use a good combing and her face looked a little washed out. She ran her fingers through her hair until it settled down, splashed some water on her face, and gave her cheeks a few light slaps for some color. Upon deciding that was about as good as she was going to get, she set off for the hall.

The second years were having their own graduation party in the ballroom, so the first years' had been organized in the great hall. Didn't seem like a bad location, it was a massive room with an enchanted ceiling, after all. She was excited to see how they'd chosen to decorate, and how the room scaled when all the tables had been removed. Where, and how, does one move tables that large anyway? she wondered. As she made her way through the halls, she could hear the faint sound of music, the volume growing with every step. As Tatiana turned the corner toward the great hall, a few students were already exiting. One girl, and then another shortly after. This might just be lame after all, she rolled her eyes, laughing to herself. Regardless, she had bothered to get ready and come all this way, might as well check to see what all the fuss was about.

Stepping through the large opening and into the hall, her eyes grew wide at the sight before her. A discotheque, just like in the 70s, but with a few magical touches. Disco balls hovered high above her head, twirling and casting light across all the walls and the dance floor. The enchanted ceiling, no longer a night sky, but made to reflect the dance floor below. The room seemed much larger without the tables and house banners, making it all the more intimidating to be in. From the DJ booth, a set of instrumental noises harmonized to play your typical disco style music.

A few handfuls of students had already arrived, some of which Tatiana recognized, but none of which she'd ever spoken to. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, she made a beeline for the food tables- somewhere she typically congregated around when it came to parties. Still, she was too nervous to eat, and eventually settled on just a drink for the time being. Leaning against a wall, she decided to hang back and observe, eagerly watching the door and waiting to see if any familiar faces would be arriving.

♪ Mention @Koko Riddle, Elena Jones and @Olphie Bercegeay ♪
♪ Interacting with @Elena Jangleton ♪

Everything was perfect until she realized that someone, not sure who though, was walking to her place. There was nothing interesting around here, also not too many people. She didn't know who this person was found but if this person was actually going to approach her, and it was someone she didn't know, she would probably just acted like she couldn't hear anything and walked away. Instead of turning to see who that person was, Luna acted like she didn't know anything when they came near.

Attempting to walk away - Failed.

The voice of this person sounded so familiar. And that, also meant she had to know this person as well. After making up her mind, she slightly looked at that person to see who it was. The name was... Elena, she was sure of it. She hadn't met this girl for a long, long time. She actually was bad at remembering people, only because she felt it was unnecessary to remember them instead of the lessons they learned in class. It was pretty normal when someone she had met twice, but she still couldn't remember their faces and names.

The only reason why she could still remember Elena was because, first of all, this girl had never introduced her last name to her. She had no choice but to call her by her first name, instead of saying Miss this Miss that. And the second reason was that she ran away from this girl when they first met, although she couldn't remember why. Clearly, she wasn't afraid of this girl, so why?

Anyhow, she wouldn't want to be rude to a person who was being nice to her. Well... that sounded like a lie. She could still be rude to people she knew. She didn't want to be rude to Elena, because she knew her and also, didn't have a bad memory about her.

"Long time no see, Elena." She calmly answered, stopped with observing the girl, "Yes, after all, this is a par- A-Achoo!". The lavender hair sneezed. "...I apologize." She coughed in a weird way. The Slytherin Prefect had read a Muggle book, saying that sneezing also meant someone was talking about you. She obviously didn't believe it at all, but for some reasons, it came to her mind right after she sneezed. Maybe she found it interesting, somehow. Suddenly, when she looked at the crowd again, the girl noticed someone familiar with this party. Kokonut?

Kokonut, that weird girl who was scared of someone that didn't do anything wrong to her and also, keeping her necklace. There was no way that she could forget about taking it back from her. However, she couldn't do that yet. For some reasons, her little brother hadn't sent her an owl after she asked for the proof that the necklace belonged to her. It was actually normal though, her brother was sometimes busy with animals, and she had heard that her previous cat was hurt. It was none of her business anyway, that cat had chosen its fate.

Realizing that she spaced out, the girl looked back at the Gryffindor and continued with what she was talking, "At least those people still know that they should put the effort in the first year party. Although, there were some students that left immediately for no reason." Obvious, she was talking about the professors. And the second part was about the girl who left when she was going to enter.

She was totally disappointed in the professors when she heard that most of the parties were set on fire. On real fire, not a fake one to test the pupils. She didn't care about the rumors and also knew no one who loved rumors. But when she was picking books in the library, there were some pupils talking about it, and she couldn't ignore. And the professor made her realized, that trusting them was a super duper bad idea. If they couldn't even protect the students, why did she even have to trust them?

Speak of the devil... Luna looked at the pink-red sparkling thing [Olphie] (Sorry sweetie T-T) walking into the party. Wow, her fashion skill was... amazing. Of course, with that smug expression on her face. Ugh. Did she think she was a superstar or something?

As she took another bite from her cupcake and after a short silence, the Ravenclaw replied. Taking in the quiet pause inbetween, she must've taken him by surprise or something. Nico would've felt the same if a stranger walked up to her. They always made her feel like she was in trouble or something. That they'd tell her she's banished from Hogwarts or something worse.

The Blossoms Ball? ... Oh! Yes! 'Oh that's right!' She smiled softly, glad that the nibbling memory got cleared up. 'Yeah... that was.. a mess..' Her smile soon faded to a neutral face. Some stuff had backfired at her due to certain stuff that happened at the Ball back then. It made her anxious towards events. She didn't want to make the same mistake again. He mentioned he was a Prefect too. Her eyes finally dared to look at him longer and noticed the Prefect badge. 'Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were a Prefect. But it's possible I did see you at one point as Prefect.' Lightly shaking her head. 'Silly of me to not know that. I'm... quite a clueless Prefect. You might.. call me an airhead.' Scratching the back of her head a sheepish smile curled on her face. 'I should check the Prefect billboard more often.'

He eventually introduced himself. Arc Perscivious. The Prefect of Ravenclaw. Quickly Nico brushed her hand clean against her robes to finally shake Arcs hand. 'Nice to meet you. I'm Nico. Nico Shymane.'

It wasn't a mistake to approach him, she thought. Sure, she felt kinda nervous but that's her social anxiety getting to her. She knew she had to step beyond her comfort zone to meet new people. And mostly, they were really nice.

Before too long, another student joined them. A girl who was pretty well dressed for the said 'Disco' theme. Nico could tell she put alot of effort in her outfit. Apparantly she was acquianted with Arc. The girl with the gradient glasses on her head was named Raine. Her smile was the warmest and the brightest the Slytherin had ever seen so far. It almost made her cry... from happiness.

'Oh! Glad to hear that I'm kind of known. Hah.. I'm ..N-Nico. The pleasure is all mine.' She let out a giggle and felt encouraged to compliment the Lion. 'I must say.. your outfit looks awesome. The small touches like the bandana really give it the full look. I suppose people... back then were kinda.. hippies. Dance hippies...' Nico wasn't sure where she was going with this.. She got all excited and started rambling again. 'I-I'm sorry. That's... what I think atleast, heh.'

The Slytherin gazed up at the light decorations once more. Her anxiety had stopped her from taking in her surroundings and only now she noticed how pretty the Hall was decorated. And Arc did this? Insane...

'I-I had no idea you fixed this..' She waved her arms. '.. All this. That's impressive. Well done, Arc.' She smiled slightly tilting her head. They had some incredible Prefects in staff this year. Nico felt honoured to be a part of it.

Koko nodded at the other snake's words. She was absolutely right. "Yeah, it was stupid for her to do that in front of... Luna." It was very weird for Koko not to call her Fridge - she actually hadn't known the prefect's name until now. "I might set this party on fire," Koko mused aloud. "And then blame it on Haynes." She was indeed a true, cunning Slytherin. She wanted revenge, and she would do anything in her power to get it.

Koko shifted on her feet, feeling an awkward burning on the back of her neck, like someone was looking at her. Her golden eyes scanned the room, and she met the violet eyes of the prefect she had been talking about. Scary. Koko turned back to her acquaintance with a smile on her face, shivering, goosebumps running up her arms. "I don't think I caught your name. I'm Koko, Koko Riddle." She held out her hand for a handshake. "And I'm a supporter of the 'I don't like Haynes Club.' Are you willing to help me with my plan?" Koko was sure that she could light the party on fire successfully, but she was a good person in the sense that she didn't want to hurt anyone. So she would wait until she could get something small, maybe the food, and set that on fire, writing 'Mari Haynes was here' on the wall and then running away, jumping out a window if she had to. Koko wasn't stupid. She wouldn't get caught.

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Last night's second year graduation party left a sour taste in the professor's mouth. It surprisingly went better than expected but she really just wanted one evening, without some child losing control over their emotions. Just one evening of peace and quiet. Hjørdis did not think she was asking for much but it seemed like a ridiculous idea to think anything would go well in Hogwarts. Whoever thought every child was responsible, capable or smart was sorely mistaken.

Hjørdis entered the Great Hall, where this evening's party was located. The first years had chosen a different room from the older years. It made for a nice change. In fact, she was rather impressed by the decor and organisation of the whole event. It was very different to the one from the night before. If there was something she loved, it was moments like this. Seeing a child's vision come to reality, seeing their hardwork make a positive difference for people. She would have to inform Ryker about the brilliant organisational skills of one of his prefects, who she believed was one of the organisers.

The Slytherin Professor had, somewhat, made an effort for the theme. She had not gone over the top or full out, perhaps like she normally would. Her worry and concern for the safety of the students were a priority in her mind. Hjørdis sported a pair of shiny flared trousers, with a sheer black blouse. Her hair was plaited, mostly because that was how she set it earlier this morning and she was not about to spend time redoing it now. The hairstyle was a 'waterfall braid', which ended with a rose design. Her jewellery was the same as it had been all day: a silver necklace, a charms bracelet on one hand with several band bracelets on the other, a pair of long drop earrings and multiple rings. Her nails were painted hot pink, which was perhaps the only real colour in her appearance today. If she had bothered to make an effort, she would have repainted them with glitter. Her appearance was not specifically 'disco' but the flared shiny trousers definitely made the whole ensemble passable.

As she looked around, she spotted a very bright outfit that matched the theme well. The familiar face of the flying professor, who she had recently been acquainted with. Without a moment's hesitation, she looked away - unwilling to catch the woman's eye or attention. Hjørdis was mildly relieved that she looked like she had actually finished her makeup this time, however.

Her eyes scanned the decor, finishing off at the food table. That was where she would go. Food was always a good start. Hjørdis made her way over to the table and scanned it to make sure everything was in order. The slightly hungover professor had nursed her headache with a ton of tea throughout the day and some exercise. The early morning run did wonders. She eyed up the drinks, deciding to help herself to a glass of something. Taste testing, of course.

Hjørdis spotted a young girl, leaning on the wall and lurking by herself. "Have you tried anything you could recommend?" She asked the brunette, wondering if she was okay. Perhaps she was just shy.

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