Errand Day of Tolerance Locked

One second, Oliver had been enjoying a conversation with Eric, A very nice conversation about homework of the defensive arts variety. One second, all it took was one second. (A little dramatic). For him and Eric to be locked arm in arm with Novalie. Interrupting the two boys. Wedging herself firmly between. "Novalie!" He protested. What the hell was tolerance day? He had none of that. Ok- just a smidge. Eric on her left, and Oliver placed on her right.

Soon enough they were dragged along to the.. study room? Oliver had spent quite a lot of time here. And oh dear. A girl he'd been- less then kind to in the courtyard about blood status. He avoided eye contact with her. "Tolerant." He rolled his eyes. "Right." He was far from tolerant. He could admit that to himself, but he wouldn't say it out loud. He sighed, Nova dragged him all the way over here for what? To embarrass him? No, he doubted Novalie had a mean bone in her body.

Oliver grabbed one of the parchment papers, along with a quill and some ink. He looked at Eric, "I really don't want to do this." He told him with a shake of his head, unsure if the Gryffindor felt the same way. He would much rather be doing homework, or at least talking about it like they had been earlier. He did however take a seat next to Novalie.

He saw Novalie start scribbling away at the parchment, she was quite tolerant it seamed. Oliver, he took a while to think about it. The quill hovering over the parchment, waiting for the first word. He bit his bottom lip. Eyes narrowed in concertation, before he finally started.

I tolerate having muggle born, half blood, and half breads in my classes. There questions annoy me, as it's very common knowledge they just don't know. What takes them a while to answer, I could answer easily. And I feel that it stunts the learning in class. Yet. I don't say anything much on it. Tolerating there ignorance.

That worked for him, It was true anyways. Tolerating people he couldn't stand. And hey! That put an idea in his head, so he put one final thought on the paper.

P.S. I also tolerate Novalie Moon's calling me Ollie, and her touchy behavior.

There. Done. "Satisfied?" He asked placing his quill down.

OUTFIT & INVENTORY Reducio Wand Baggy t-shirt (white) with a green button up not buttoned, and some loose fitting brown parts.

OOC NOTE & STATS/ABILITIES Reducio Fearless - Oliver does not scare easily, not effected by terrible presence or unsettling aura { Stamina: 7 }{ Evasion: 5 }{ Strength: 10 }{ Wisdom: 3 }{ Arcane Power: 2 }{ Accuracy: 8 }

Interacting : @Novalie Moon, @Eric Kim |||| @Sage Willows : Mentioning

W/C | 773 DATE | November 16th, 2024 INTERACTING | @solo

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YaaaaAAAaaaaaaAAAWNNNnnnnnn. Cirrus covered the inaudible sound with his hand, before rubbing his honey-coloured eyes. He had stayed up late the night before last night as he was trying his best to study and get any if not all of his work down. He was tuckered out, extremely tired, to generously put it. If Cirrus was honest with himself, he had a bit of an unhealthy habit now actually more of an obsession. Ever since he had seen a rare Northern Damselfly at the Great Lake, which had been only barely a week ago from today IC, he had been spending whatever free time he had at the Great lake. Day after day, he lay on the damp Autumn grass with his dusty brown binoculars, and for some reason he never wore the correct weather attire when going bug watching.
Tap, tap, tap.... Cirrus's shoes went as walked with a slight skip to the study room, today there was designated activity for International Day of Tolerance. He adjusted his satchel as it slipped slowly off his shoulder repeatedly, over and over. He arrived to the entrance of the study room in no time at all, he greeted the organizer of the event with a polite bow and thank you before fully entering the room. There was a large bulletin board already almost filled with many different student's writing, Cirrus knew how diverse each and every person's essay, poem, or note would be. All the pins gathered on the board reminded Cirrus of the night sky, each pin being a different star and a different person. He was happy that Hogwart's was holding an event for such a day, as just like him, there were many different types of people whether magical, none, and mixed blood as well as different breeds and ethnicities. Cirrus went to the next available table in the room, and grabbed a quill and a piece of fresh parchment. He paused for a moment... What was he truly tolerable about? What promise could he make to be more tolerable of....

I tolerate small things that make me lose my patience and make myself slip into emotions I know I should not feel or say.
I must be more tolerable of things, and even understand that I should be thankful for these things i am "tolerating".
I should tolerate my bag slipping off my shoulder.
I should tolerate people who zoom in front of me just to go slower.
I should tolerate when people step on my feet, even though it hurts.
I should tolerate the fact not everyone understands what I am saying as I don't understand what some people say either.
I should tolerate the people who are intolerable, because one man's worst enemy is another's precious child.
I should tolerate being kind to other people.
I should tolerate other's feelings and emotions.
I should tolerate people's different backgrounds.

Cirrus set aside his first paper with a smile, when he began to think of another smile... Cirrus shook his head, he then looked at the ink... the pools of black ink that sparkled like distant stars. Cirrus shook his head once more, but no matter how much he shook it he couldn't get the image out of his head. He picked up his quill as he began his second page of what he should tolerate...

I should tolerate peace and the peace of mind of others.
I should tolerate mistranslations.
I should tolerate the emotions I feel.
I should tolerate people's love.
I should tolerate falling in love.
I should tolerate her smile.
I should tolerate that I'm in love?
I should tolerate the fact that she probably won't see me the same.
I should tolerate just being friends?

Cirrus quickly scribbled crumbled up the paper before throwing it away. He put his face in his hands in deafeat. Wet hands? Cirrus pulled away quickly to see his hands covered in black smudges, the ink on the paper wasn't completely dry and Cirrus had been to eager to get rid of it to notice. It was now smudged all over his face. I should be tolerable. Cirrus thought to himself as he took some napkins and attempted to get rid of the ink, but it was too late as the pigment already stained his hands. Defeated he picked up the first page and pinned it to the bulletin board, he walked out with the intent to go and get cleaned up. Who calls themselves the Goat? He thought to himself. ... I should tolerate that I'm in love? Cirrus shook his head for the millionth time, pffft he wasn't in love!.... Right?

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TOLERANCE ERRAND ~ November 16th, 2024 ~ Study Room ~ It was something he was very familiar with and actually did on a regular basis. Kim was the type of person who tolerated everyone for the most part. Not because he didn't like them but because Kim didn't feel comfortable being in an enclosed space with people he wasn't extremely close to. Perhaps this had something to do with his social anxiety and maybe it was something else entirely. But whatever that reason might be, Kim was well versed with tolerance in general. It was actually an extremely important part of who a person was.

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One could love, hate, like or dislike other people or things. They could even be indifferent to them. But the one thing people always seemed to forget about was how to be tolerant of people and things. This was what made the world work and for peace to reign amongst all living creatures. You didn't have to like or dislike someone/something but in some cases you needed to be tolerant of them. You didn't have to accept someone/something if you didn't want to. But you did need to be tolerant of them in some cases. For this Tolerance Day, Kim had decided to write a short poem.

Love. Like. Hate. Dislike.
Indifference.
All colorful spectrums of the rainbow.
But what of the thing they forget about?
It sits there forgotten.
But is actually the most important of them all.

You don't have to love.
You don't have to hate.
You don't have to like.
You don't have to dislike.
You don't have to feel indifferent.

Tolerance.
Is the answer.
To not offend and not take sides.
Being neutral is the best.

Until you know where your heart truly lies.
Be tolerant of everything.
For you are a beautiful person inside.
Even if no one else sees.
Know in your soul that you are an angel.
For only when you are are tolerant, will the heavens open up for you.

There. Kim picked up the sheet of parchment and went over to the bulletin board to pin it on the board. Afterward, he took a step back and let his eyes flicker over the things previous people had applied. He didn't see too many which was a shame but at least there were some and that was something to celebrate. If the errand returned next year, hopefully more people would try and participate. After all, it was an important day and more people should celebrate it. If he felt better by then he might even bring some treats to the errand too. It might help spicen things up.

He let his eyes flicker over the bulletin board for a few seconds. There were many interesting poems and reflections on pieces of parchment paper pinned up on the board. One of them made him raise a brow though and he idly wondered if the writer was a pureblood. Yet another one caught his eye too and Kim found himself wondering what kind of conversation he would have with both of them. They seemed like very interesting people from what they'd written. Perhaps he'd seek them out sometime if he found out who the authors were. It would be something new.

Kim didn't tend to do things like this but that was the point of this little unspoken exercise, he was trying to step out of his comfort zone. Maybe this would do the trick.

After appearing out of the lavatory, on November sixteen with red eyes, the Ravenclaw had gone to her Commom Room. Curling up in a book could be fun, but... noone was there. Usually she wanted it quiet, but when it was, she kinda missed the loudness. She missed the chaos her fellow housemates would make.

Walking out of the common room, she entered the study room, after walking down the flights of stairs and ending up on the second floor. Many other students were inside. Wondering why, until she saw a board. With all different kinds of notes, and poems and other things on it. Oh she forgot about the errand she saw on the bilboard. Oh snap. Here's when the tears start falling again.

But quite fortunately, they didn’t fall, which Brookline gave a thank you. As she tentatively stepped in, she wondered what she would write, although she knew what tolerance was, she still didn’t know if she even wanted to write today. She wanted to curse at the universe and cry. Not write. But of course, being in here meant she absolutely had too.

Grabbing a quill and parchment from the open supplies, Brookline placed the parchment on her lap. She started to write. A poem, or some sort of one. She really didn’t know what was a poem and what wasn't.

Maybe we all need this tolerance.

Sometimes people curse and spit at others just because of their nationally, sexuality, skin color or even because of their blood status, or even if they are not human.

Who cares about that? People have feelings, so why treat others who have feelings thinking their just a ball of crap? But they are not! They have feelings, and a heart just like us.

Love is love. Hate is hate.

Hate is bad, but I will love all of my days because no-one should be disrespectful. Though don’t surprised when you taunt someone, and expect full respect, but you get taunted back. Don’t surprised.

Treat others the way, you want to be treated.

Overall, Love is Love and Hate is Hate. Tolerance. Tolerance people and others will tolerance you.

Brookline thought about signing but she didn’t. Was she glad of her poem? Not really. But she was glad that her friend @Sage Willows created this errand. Even though she wasn't that proud of her kinda poem, she was still glad she did this. It was fun.

November 16th 2024
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Mentioning: @Brookline Quinn - @Evelynn Decipio - @Oliver Armani - @Sage Willows

Well, well, well. How cathartic was this. It was only days after Emily's "Grand Escapade" which concluded with spectacular success and it was the International Day of Tolerance. She thought the title enough was funny, but seeing her buddy Sage organise a little something in awareness of it was just beckoning Emily to tag along. It was really more of an excuse to see a friendly face rather than the activity itself this time round and for a good reason, she felt.

The Huffie would take part in nearly everything the school would offer her, but this one in particular she really did try to resist coming along. "Tolerance." That word felt like it lost its meaning down the line. What did "Tolerance" actually mean anymore? Did it mean allowing something to slide with conditions? Moderation? Balance? Grin and bearing the same, monotonous attitudes from half the school over and over and over and over again just because a certain Hufflepuff had an affinity for the slightly more - let's say, lively - animals and creatures in the world?

The final definition seemed to check out in Emily's books. A day to make aware of intolerance... Oh, how much Emily had to tolerate the intolerable for the last few months! She continued to tolerate neglectful parents, a divisive society over Half-humans, warnings that began to grate like empty threats and her impatience for change over everything she could continue to list.

She admired Sage's cause - it was a good one, undoubtedly - but Emily was here to do more than shed light on intolerance. Walking into the room, she spotted a few other familiar faces; her beloved birdie buddie Brooke, Madam Evelynn whose aura still felt as powerful as ever and that youngster, Oliver. Emily would remain cheerful but her heavy footsteps into the room would let the room know she had a few words to say. No, more than that. She had quill and parchment ready for a near, full blown rant.

"I've tolerated the world's imbalance long enough,
I've tolerated it's injustices and negativity long enough.
I've tolerated the looks and the remarks long enough,
I've tolerated the unnecessary spite long enough.

I'll only tolerate courage and strength hence forth,
I'll only tolerate love and prosper hence forth,
I'll only tolerate the truth, not rumours, hence forth,
I'll only tolerate the rules of nature, not man, hence forth.

I'll continue to tolerate my rising resilience,
I'll continue to tolerate my increasing strength,
I'll continue to tolerate my nurtured and humbled wisdom,
I'll continue to tolerate my hope and success; all that thrives in me.

You will tolerate my gentle warmth,
You will tolerate my steadfast loyalty and devotion,
You will tolerate my unbinding ties to the Earth,
You will tolerate my want for a greater home.

If you cannot or will not tolerate me, then my condolences."

She had to stop herself before she went overboard. She grabbed what she had written and pinned it to the large noticeboard at the back of the room. With a small smirk, she admired what she had read. She would admit some of the language was a bit headstrong in places; she figured that Casey's talent for sassy and snarky comebacks was the appreciative culprit that gave her this bout of boldness.

Pride swelled in her. The world wanted tolerance? Then they could tolerate this!

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Stats: Stamina: 7|Evasion: 6|Strength: 6|Wisdom: 8|Arcane Power: 7|Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Non-Human Enthusiast |Cat's Grace

Tolerance refers to the ability to accept decisions, ideologies, opinions and beliefs of the people you are surrounded by. It is seen at its best when you meet a person with believes majorly different from your own, and you need to interact or work with this person. It is a very important base for mutual understanding and respect between two human beings.

Tolerance comes hand-in-hand with acceptance and open mindedness. In our ever changing world and society, tolerance plays an important role in maintaining peace and stability. As our lives progress, different kinds of people come into contact with each other; people from various walks of life, sections of the society and various cultural backgrounds.

Tolerance is an important part of a peaceful society. It creates social cohesion, and teaches us to accept diversity and avoid and prevent discrimination. It will help us to create a world where every person feels accepted and respected.

Jan Dehoff pushed the door with the heel of his palm, a faint creak announcing his entry. The study room was busier than he had expected, though it wasn’t the chaos of the bustling great hall he had just left behind. Of course, it wasn’t unusual to see many students (especially those in his year) focusing on writing in the study room today. They were all here for the same errand, with a much more rewarding price—money. The task at hand was simple enough: write something meaningful about tolerance.

Jan stood by the doorway awkwardly, scanning the room for an empty corner or any seats that felt less.. shared. His gaze flicked over the tables and chairs by the tall windows, and he seem to realize that the the only available spot there was a small table occupied by a lone redhead who seemed to be occupied with writing on the piece of parchment. She was definitely older than Jan, by at least a couple of years, or maybe more.

He hesitated for only a moment before settling into the chair next to her, grimacing at the scrape of his chair against the floor being louder than he’d intended. He awkwardly placed his worn black journal on the table, and retrieved a quill provided on the table.

The irony of the task prickled at him as he stared at the blank page. Tolerance. A simple enough concept in theory, but rarely practiced without cost. What did it mean, really? To accept differences, to endure discomfort, to coexist? And who, in this room, would truly embody it when the prize was at stake? Jan bit the inside of his cheek, watching her scribble without a pause and then turned his attention back to the journal.

“This is much more difficult than I thought,” he mumbled to himself. He gave up on taking the task seriously and instead, thought of writing a poem involving tolerance. He dipped the quill’s tip into the provided black ink, watching it absorb the liquid before bringing it to the page with careful precision. Slowly, the words on the journal paper began to take shape.

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♥♥♥ This was the first time that little Xiomara had heard about the Day of Tolerance but she instantly fell in love with the idea of having a national day to celebrate this. As a writer for the Headliner, one of the recent articles that she had been working on was all about the inclusion of half-breeds into the other schools and how this was vital. This day, therefore, really aligned with her perspective and view on the matter.

Over the years, she had always felt a little different - like she did not quite belong somewhere. She knew about the magical world but was not a part of it until she finally got her powers. Her mother had been somewhat ostracised from the community, as a squib, and Xiomara seemed to be going down the same path. She spent most of her life thinking that she would never have magic herself, so it was very strange to suddenly be here in Hogwarts - surrounded by it. She was also starting to see the difference between the 'elite' pureblood families and families like hers, that grew up mostly muggle. Money was a big factor in the different of their status, it would seem but blood was another, something that she could not change.

Her own blood was rather special though - perhaps it made her different, once again. Xiomara was not entirely sure how tolerant people were of metamorphmagi but those who knew about her did not seem to react badly, in fairness. Maybe the world was nicer than she had been told about, maybe people were genuinely more tolerant than she was led to believe since she had not seen any incidents firsthand.

But Xiomara knew that people could always do better. It was possible to always do better. For this day, she opted to write about what she wanted to do, in order to improve. She had not really met many people different to her. The majority of people she knew were her family, friends or other random villagers back home - mostly muggles or people pretending to be muggles in a small town called Enniskillen in Northern Ireland. Since coming to Hogwarts, she met many new people - from all over the country (or even world!), magical beings and people from very different lifestyles or backgrounds to her own. Some people grew up in cities, others had influential families that knew so many people, there were so many magical races like the part-goblin she had quickly befriended over the summer and many more.

Grabbing a piece of parchment, she decided to write a list of things she wanted to do:

How I plan to become more tolerant:
1. I will actively try to learn more about other magical races.
2. And where possible, celebrate their uniqueness and culture.
3. Whenever I meet someone new, I will try to listen to their story, to try and understand them.
This includes their backgrounds, how they grew up, their culture, their lifestyle, their family history and so on. Things that made them who they are today, things that they are proud of, things that are part of their heritage.
4. I will ask them questions, where it is not rude to do so, to understand them better or learn more about them.
5. Spending time in the library, I will try to read people's biographies or non-fiction books, so the opinions and stories are not just limited to those around me.
6. I will not assume one person's experience is the same as another's.
7. I will not take one person's opinion as fact but I will also not dismiss it as their opinion and feelings do matter.
8. I will keep an open mind when learning and discovering things, even if it contradicts what I thought I previously knew.
9. I will do my best to be kind, patient and more tolerant.
10. If we have different perspectives or opinions, I shall try and put myself in their shoes and attempt to see what they see or understand why they might feel the way they do.

In truth, she had no idea if these were the correct things to do or if there was anything else she could do to do better but after thirty minutes of sitting there, twiddling her thumbs and pondering, this was the best list that the first year could come up with. They were all things she could try her very best to do.

There were times that she would likely fail, where she would get angry and forget all of these things. However, as she looked over the list, she thought that they were all reasonable promises to make. She just had to try her very best to uphold them. Maybe she should go out of her way to meet some cool new people. Were there any centaurs or mermaids she could meet? That would be cool.

Taking the list, she slipped it into her journal as she decided to keep it with her. If she read it regularly, then they would serve as a good reminder of how to be a good person on a daily basis.

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Was today tolerance day? Wow Alliasta was five years old when her mother told her this. From then until today she would go out on tolerance day and help people. Because she always tried to be a cute girl and do good. She liked to see herself like that! It was a way of life for this girl. Alliasta felt comfortable with kindness. She had always been tolerant and kind even to tough people.

And now, when she was at school, she couldn't do that. But she still tried to help people. I mean, students. Maybe she tried to help people who had tripped and fallen, maybe she tried to help with everything, like carrying books. Tolerance wasn't helping people, but Alliasta was tolerant towards people like that. So it wasn't hard. she It was in her nature to help people, and then she heard about this event. She went there immediately and took a quill in her hand.

But before she could write anything, she got stuck. What could she write? Alliasta couldn't think of anything. She wasn't good at poetry, and writing literary pieces wasn't for her. She was tolerant of everything anyway. Maybe she should write about her first day of tolerance. As soon as this idea came to her mind, she smiled and started writing.

Hello Happy Tolerance Day! I am Alliasta,

I was only five years old when I learned about Tolerance Day. So my mother always told me about such unknown days! For example, January 15th is World Strawberry Ice Cream Day! I was very surprised when I learned this anyway. Our topic right now is tolerance. Our world sometimes seems like a really dark place... old wars and bad memories in history, but who said there were never good days? When people show tolerance to each other, really good days shine and we live a better life. Tolerance is not only towards people but also towards animals and everything! If you are tolerant towards the world, it will be the same towards you. The tolerances we show always bring us good!

Alliasta smiled at her somewhat ridiculous writing, but at least she had written something and it made her happy. So maybe people will read this and smile and maybe learn something. Especially on World Strawberry Ice Cream Day... Alliasta grinned at the thought, then put her quill and writing back down and walked out of there in a skipping motion.

Ability: Lovely Creature is in effect.
Calming Presence is in effect.

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