The Summer BBQ Open Closed

Many others would arrive, but Olphie's eyes would remain fixated on her newest friend, only to raise a brow at the creature, then professors, as her animal growled. "Now now," she cooed as she attempted to soothe the cat with petting, "He's frightened, no need to be so cruel. Zaheard, dear, care to give me some potato salad when you're finished, dear? I'll just be over there."

Cradling the cat in her arms, Olphie let out a low purr to further comfort the animal, ignoring all noises or other interactions around her as she walked away from the gathering of professors to approach an unfamiliar child [@Tabitha Green]. She must be one of the new ones. While Olphie's ego would be more pleased to have a fan, she secretly wished the child was a Muggleborn, like herself. The child would benefit from such an influential figure mentoring her before she came to Hogwarts.

Olphie greeted the child before her, asking, "Hello, dear! Are you new this upcoming year?" before moving on to bigger and better things: her cat, her best friend. It seemed he liked her quite a bit, his eyes displaying love in a way that seemed...human, almost, but she was certain it was just because he was a very smart cat, much like his new owner.

The only thing that was left to do to seal their relationship forever was to give him a name. Olphie eyed his bowtie curiously - it would have to be replaced, she reasoned, with a large pink bow - when the stitches of embroidery caught her eye. Very nice. This whimsical cat was perhaps more stylish than she had imagined.

The bow tie's embroidery identified the cat as "Sebastian," which Olphie found quite ironic because cats eat Seabass! Whimsical eyebrows, ugly bow tie, and the silly name...this cat was, well, purrrrfect.

The brunette turned towards the girl as she scratched the cat between his (she checked) ears. "I'm Professor Bercegeay, dear; Professor of Flying. And this is my new cat Seabass! Isn't he purrrrfect?! With this statement, she purred so exaggeratedly that it could only be described as strange.

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Professor MacTavish was running late. As usual, he had gotten carried away tending to his plants. Now that he had responsibilities to pursue, he was a hot mess. And that was the polite way to put it. He hadn't regretted any decisions, for sure, but he was certainly questioning his mental stability.

However, with summertime being here, he was finally able to breathe. And at last, a chance to really get to know the public! The general population of this school was quite a bit larger than he had expected it to be. This was not a bad thing, for sure, however, he was still surprised. Though he probably shouldn't be. It was a school, after all.

Though, his delay in his presence set him behind. What was happening? What was going on? Who were these people. Boniface had a lot to get used to, and he wasn't quite sure that he was prepared.

The man decided that whatever happens shall happen. He will not force his way into the hearts of those around him. Instead, he will allow the good people to flock to him as they see fit. Heed the warning, however. The man known as Boniface, Professor of Herbology, truly does have a thick accent. Should his Scottish slang dare drip from his tongue, one might find themselves rather confused. However atrocious the accent may be, Boniface is a nice of a lad as they come, and would welcome all with a warm smile and a bit of Scottish Gaelic.

Dale loved barbecue food, and he was starving. With those two factors combined it was almost too easy to follow the scent of the meat being cooked from the cabins to the picnic spot. He quickly rushed over to the serving table and grabbed two burgers and some potato salad, surely that would fill him up, but the burgers were quite small, so he grabbed a third one. The food smelled and looked delicious, he saw the professors cooking the food, who knew they were so good at cooking! He looked around the picnic spot for an empty table with some good scenery to look at while he ate. He had never really been a fan of eating outside, too many bugs, too hot, and the sun always got in his eyes. But today was a beautiful day with almost no bugs to be seen. As he walked over to the table, smelling the food laid out in the plate he held, he was a tad too distracted and tripped over a small rock. His precious food went all over the grass, and as he sat up he felt a large amount of pain in his right ankle.

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[font=Book Antiqua]Elena Jones, for once, was late.

The girl had been too enamoured with her cabin to remember to come back for the actual barbeque. Which was not a good thing, since Elena loved three things. Food, rain and trees, she was like a particularly angry orchid. Maybe she was an orchid, one of those carnivorous orchids, you never know with plants these days, or students.

Elena though, was not dressed as an orchid, no bright colours today, just greys and whites that she'd decided was nice and peaceful when she saw it and never bothered to change. Also a pair of shoes she'd coveted since she knew what Converse was.

The girl put away her sunglasses when she noticed it wasn't quite sunny enough to warrant them. There was someone new here, someone she hadn't seen before, way too old to be one of the first years wondering about.

Elena slid over to the new person and waved, "Hola, I'm Elena. Are you a new professor? I don't think I've seen you around before."

It was Summer, a time for all respectful manners to slowly wind their way down the drain as you pretend that everyone around you is a friend instead of people in charge of your grades and future. Elena was a cheery person, thinking like that.[/font]

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Interacting with @Katrina Walker @Bloom Silverton @Adam Harringtom

Dymphna wondered if they would be allowed to go swimming. The weather was perfect for it! Before she could respond that she’s always been partial to autumn, an unfamiliar face showed up. “I’m Dymphna. Call me Dymph.” She didn’t think the girl was in their year and it was confirmed by her question. “Oh, you’ll love second year. At least, I did! We learned about Runes in History but you won’t take Ancient Runes until your third year.”

She looked around the grounds before turning back to Adam. “I’m not sure, I didn’t attend last year. Hopefully we’ll get to go swimming.” Living on the coast, she was taught to swim early on and absolutely loved it. Her childhood was filled with memories of swimming with the muggle children in town. They all pretended to be mermaids like in the storybooks, but she knew the truth of how ugly they really were.

Seeing Bloom coming over reminded her of their graduation party. It wasn’t something she wanted to remember and tried to push the embarrassment away. It hadn’t exactly been a failed jinx but she thought of it as such, seeing that it hadn’t hit her intended target. “I’m thinking of staying all summer. I didn’t get to come last year. Have you chosen a cabin? I don’t know where I’m staying yet.”

It occurred to her that if alone with Bloom, she might try to bring up the party, but maybe it would do her some good to talk about it with someone her age. It was nothing against Hjørdis, but she was an adult and it was her job to give her detention despite and because of the situation. “I doubt they’re allowing co-ed or I’d ask you too, Adam.” She had no qualms about rooming with a boy, perhaps only a specific boy. Awkward.

There was a crash, a clang of metal and a shout but the blonde didn’t turn around. Whatever it was, she didn’t want to get involved this time. If she had to guess, it had something to do with Headmaster Lear. Who else would wear armor to a summer barbecue? Who else would wear armor in the first place?