Closed Open Quidditch Practice

TIME | 3:45 PM DATE | November 25th, 2024 INTERACTING | @Cheer Squad

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Cruuuuuunccch! The peppermint made a satisfying crunch as Cirrus gnawed at it. He felt a bit of content as the peppermint evaporated in his mouth leaving him with the taste of the extract and what felt like a cool breeze in his mouth. Icy Breath. He glanced over at his Remembrall seeing it clouded up, it had turned into a beautiful whirlwind of scarlet, a deep sea of red. The wizarding world was truly an astonishing thing, he sat on his bed admiring the glass orb with gold rims. Cirrus had been so dazed about the orb he had almost forgotten what it had even met... Exactly that! He had forgotten something, he scratched his head as he trashed his room trying to figure out what he had forgotten exactly. By the time Cirrus had finished, which was usually an elegant and clean room, it had looked like a tornado had struck. While he was reveling in the destruction and havoc he had caused he spotted something amongst the rubble. He outstretched his hand warily as if it might attack, he was hesitant as he pushed the disheveled shirt off... his calendar.
Cirrus could swear he felt a blast of what felt like a power surge around him like a sonic boom as he opened the pages, revealing the exact date. In bold red letters, it had read:

응원단

CHEER SQUAD. Cirrus gasped as all the memories of his past fled back into his mind, the deepest depths, the darkest corners had been released! It was powerful, the knowledge of all the things he had forgotten. Cirrus's eyes sparkled and shined in utter confidence as he closed the calendar which suddenly felt like it had the weight of thousands of pounds. He looked at the room vowing to bring it back to it's once unmatchable glory, saluting before quickly changing out of school robes to something more warm and comfy. The robes were nice and all but they felt heavy on his neck. He didn't bother with his hair, he had done it this morning like his mom had shown him but it had gotten messed up throughout the long grueling school day. He slammed his door lazily as he left, just to come running back a few moments later. His orb had turned red again, e had forgotten his gym bag which held his mascot costume, he slammed the door once more. Cirrus couldn't wait to see what Gekko's reaction would be when she found out he was the Hufflepuff Mascot. He just knew that she would think he was so cool, even maybe he would get a hug. He didn't know he was being delusional. He beamed a certain aura of happiness emitted from him. He looked at the page accidentally bumping into people every once in a while as he made his way to the rehearsal room, he walked in greeting anyone who was there with a polite hello and handshake.

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25th November, 6.45 before breakfast

Sabina was enjoying her blissful sleep, sprawled out over the duvet, her arm covering her eyes when an envelope slammed on it. She sat up with a yelp, hands flinging up in a defensive motion which send the letter flying once again. Her family's owl, Tevis - the culprit - let out a disaprooving hoot from where he sat down on the ledge of her bed, hopping away from the girl, narrowing his eyes at her. Sabrina returned the gesture, elaveting it further by sticking her tongue out. Shoving the duvets aside, hearing yet another unhappy hoot from her owl behind her, she climbed down the bunked bed, jumping down the last few steps.

Quietly, as to not wake her roommates, she stalked to the letter laying on the floor, opening it in her lap as she sat down, legs folding under her. It was from her parents. She smiled brightly, reading through it eagerly, not stoping to look at Tevis, who had flown down to sit beside her. They wrote about what they did this week, inquiring her about her own. There were muggle photos in the envelope too, no doubt her fathers doing, that she didn't even have the chance to pull out before reading a particulary thought provoking line within the letter.

...Congratulations on getting on the cheer squad, honey!..

They proceeded to write about how proud they were, urging her to report back on it in her next letter. She blinked down at the sentence, rereading it, utterly confused. Cheer squad. What cheer squad? Her brows shot up as her mind cleared, smacking her forehead with her palm. Quddich cheer squad, of course! She signed up for it a while ago, and proceeded to completaly forget about its existence. The first practise was.. today, actually. She silently thanked her parents for their accidental reminder as she stood up. Since she was up already, she might as well get ready for the day.

Later that day, 16.07 after afternoon classes

Sabrina changed into more appropriate clothes on the girl's loo's right after classes, not wanting to waste time running up to the dorms. Her hair was pulled up into a small ponytail, orange and purple hair clips securing it as she walked down the hall in her black sneakers, purple leggins overlayed with brightly orange skirt and a fuzzy brown-ish orange jumper. Reaching the huge slightly open door of the rehearsal room, she skimmed through the paper on it that listed all the members. The position in brackets next to her name read 'member and Assistant Choreographer', which - was unexpected, but hey, she isn't one to back down from a challenge.

Pushing the door open, she beamed at the students inside, waving excitedly at Karina, who organized the whole thing, before approaching her with a broad smile.

"Karina, hi! It's so nice to see you again, so sorry about your detention, by the way. I don't think it was really fair. How have you been?"

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Oh boy! Irina is rarely ever late for anything in her life, even her birth! Sure, there's a first for everything-anything but the cheer team! What the girl knew deep down was also the fact that she could be overreacting as her thoughts ran through a thousand thoughts: the term fashionably late helped keep her hopes up, but nothing beats first impressions! Here's the thing: the girl isn't even more than five minutes late, so one may wonder why this girl is so in a rush. Well, prepare your drumroll folks...Irina Cawthorne is the head cheerleader of not just one house, but two houses- and to add up to the pressure first every cheerleading team in Hogwarts...that she knows of, at least.

Before getting closer to her destination, she looked left and then right to make sure no one was watching her tidy herself up, her perfect bow high ponytail look, the loose yet baggy outerwear that she immediately took off to reveal her house cheer uniform, and lastly, a tiny tinge of lip oil-always keep your lips moisturized and dehydrated folks!

As she stood tall to look at herself in the mirror, her only thought was 'perfection'. The girl prided herself in buying an added 2-inch sneakers that helped her look taller too, and more mature than she ought to think of herself as. After all, this would be her first grand entrance as anything major within a community she saw within the board that Ula would be there too! As the most compatible position to Irina: her rival. It's hard to believe Ula and her have been friends for more days than the count of her fingers...despite their differences and her rough edges, she will be forever grateful for their encounter.

Much of her delight also came when she realized a first year was in charge as the founder of the club, she could only hope to relieve some pressure from them with her presence. Taking a big huff to her chest, and turning her nervous wobbly feet to someone she hoped was worthy of being a leader; she thanked god she was an amazing actress.

With her makeup tool behind her and her ballet years reminisced, the moment she walked into the rehearsal room there she saw no less or more than three people. Her lips turned slightly away from the delicate smile she carved into an almost scowl-like expression, feeling as if she was scowled by the world on being in-between of late and early, fashionably whelmed with no one to compliment her on it. Shame...(come on, what else was she going to do with her veela heritage?-well there's singing, dancing, blinding people in duels...but nothing beats compliments!) she made sure the scowl on her face didn't last long though, as she looked around the place to find somewhere to put her items in before talking with anyone.

'I guess I'll just wait.'

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LOCATION | Rehearsal Room, Hogwarts DATE | 25th November 2024 INTERACTING | @Cirrus Nam

500 | WORD COUNT x | OUTFIT @Ula Takahashi | MENTIONING

There were many parts of the castle which Meiyu had yet to explore, the Rehearsal Room being one of them, besides, she had no reason to. That was until she joined Cheerleading, a reason unbeknownst to her and unexpected for her character. It was likely accredited to Ula, her dorm-mate, bragging about how she made head cheerleader for both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, the doll like girl urging her to join also, though the disadvantage outweighed the advantages, thus she found herself approaching the doors of the Rehearsal Room, equipped with altered uniforms for the Ravendors.

4pm, sharp. Meiyu glanced down to her brown wrist watch, gifted by her uncle Cyrus when she had initially received her acceptance letter. The smaller hand struck to '10', signalling her tardiness, being almost ten minutes late, not ideal for the first meet. Using the palms of her hands to push the heavy doors, Meiyu finally made her way in, the shabby surroundings and lack of equipment immediately raising her brow, a board outlining the rules, though rule three in particular; no food? Rehearsal would only last little over an hour, surely snacks would be deemed acceptable. In addition to the peculiar rules, the lack of attendees, almost four in total aside from the girl who stood by the board, one boys amongst all girls, caught her interest.

He was slightly shorter than she was, his height raising questions as to how he had been accepted in the first place, appearing more excited than she had done so, though Meiyu's presence often dulled even the brightest atmosphere, catching him greeting and shaking hands with those who arrived. With her head raised high, Meiyu strode into the hall, discarding the beige gym bag to the side that she had painfully she trudged along with her, filled with the altercations she had made over the weekend. It was much heavier than it appeared, the weight of the excess outfits combined with additional equipment she brought to aid the rehearsal, for Ula's ease of course.

As her eyes continued to divert around the room, she noticed a composition book, resting a few inches away from the other gym bags, with her expression stoic as she crouched down to pick up a beetle covered notebook. Flipping through to the first page, "If found please return to me, the owner! Prized possession of Cirrus Nam. Please do not read the contents of the pages!", the same sentence written below in Korean, one of her native tongues. Cirrus Nam? Meiyu's brows furrowed in confusion, her gaze moving from the notebook in her hands to the participants currently present, it would not take a genius to figure who that was. Without further hesitation, she strode towards the shorter boy, extending the hand which carried the notebook to the short boy.

"I presume this is yours?" She spoke softly, her tone mimicking her calm composure as she returned the private property to its rightful owner, who oddly shared a similar heritage to her.

TIME | 3:45 PM DATE | November 25th, 2024 INTERACTING | @Meiyu Xiang

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Cirrus walked over to where the others had placed their gym bags, unslinging it from his shoulder only to be met with a slight surprise. The bag was unzipped, he shook his head at his own mistake knowing how his mom would scold him for it. The boy quickly crouched down, zipping it up. Cirrus plopped himself on the ground, sitting with his legs crossed and his back slouched, yawning slightly. He made sure to give a small awkward wave and a polite smile to everyone who walked in, then he slowly realized that is was mostly girls. Not that he minded at all, but did any other boys sign-up as well? Maybe they were just late, Cirrus puffed his lips out as he thought to himself. He observed the people around him, making a small report of the students to see if he knew anyone. Nope. He just decided to stretch until the next instructions were given to the cheer squad, or until at least a good amount of other kids came in. He was attempting to touch his toes when he heard a clear yet soft voice break through the air.
"I presume this is yours?"
Cirrus slowly looked up to meet eyes with a round-faced girl with scarlet hair that cascaded past her shoulders. He recognized her, but he couldn't remember where she was from. Oliver Armani's Birthday Party He slowly looked towards her outstretched hand to see his journal. His earx immediately tinged pink as he stood up and sheepishly reached out his hand to take it back. He quickly bowed giving a thanks.
"Ye didnae read it did ye?"¹

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Interacting with: @Oakleigh Bell @Sakura Kato
@Meiyu Xiang @Sanguinius Demarest
@Sabrina Lyons @Ula Takahashi @Irina Cawthorne @Yolanda Yates @Alexandria Lovelace @Cirrus Nam @Evpraksiya Vinogradova @Kiera Roseline
Speech Color: color=#f77d2b
Anyone else's speech color: color=#3eb66c
Time: 3:45pm, Monday, 25th of November
Word Count: 200/200

TIME | 15:46 DATE | November 25th, 2024 INTERACTING | @Irina Cawthorne

“ I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart ” 00:35⠀─── ◉ ───────⠀02:34

Gryffindor Cheer Uniform| OUTFIT #B68EA7 | DIALOGUE @Meiyu Xiang @Cirrus Nam | MENTIONING

The ravenette walked briskly through the castle halls, her oversized sunglasses shielding her eyes from the harsh sunlight streaming through the windows. The dull throb of a migraine lingered at her temples, a reminder of the morning she'd barely managed to push through. It had taken everything she had to get out of bed. Even tying her long black hair into its sleek ponytail, secured with a Gryffindor-red ribbon, had felt like an impossible task.

Her cheer uniform, gleaming and pristine, was more than just team pride—it was armor. She'd barely looked in the mirror before leaving her dorm, but the polished sheen of her uniform was enough to remind her she wasn't here to falter.

Chewing gum in a slow, deliberate rhythm, Ula turned the corner, her stride becoming more purposeful as she approached the rehearsal room. Someone's instructions could be heard faintly through the thick oak door, the voice sharp and commanding, yet with an edge of nervous energy that gave them away. She softly snorted at that. Bet it's the first year in charge of this.

Ula let her hand rest on the handle for a moment, breathing deeply as she prepared to step inside. Late as she was and as much as her temples throbbed in pain, she'd make sure her entrance counted.

She pushed it open with enough force to draw eyes, her entrance hopefully pulling attention.

"Apologies for the delay," she said smoothly, her tone sharp enough to make it seem intentional rather than apologetic. She adjusted her sunglasses, raising them just slightly to peek over at Meiyu and Cirrus, who stood off to the side mid-conversation. With a playful wink sent their way, she let the sunnies drop back over her eyes before stepping further into the room.

From the corner of her eye, Ula caught sight of Irina Cawthorne. The Slytherpuff cheer captain exuded her usual polish, her high ponytail bouncing, and her uniform impeccable. Their eyes met, and Ula felt the tension rise—not antagonistic, but sharp, competitive.

Ula sauntered toward her, her headache momentarily forgotten as she leaned against a nearby table."Irina," she started, her voice smooth despite the gum in her mouth. She tilted her head, her lips curving into a faint smirk. "So, it's finally happening. You ready to see who’s the better leader?"

The challenge was unmistakable, but there was a flicker of warmth beneath it. It wasn't personal. But here, now, they had a chance to prove themselves.