Summer Camp Bracelet Making Open Closed

Interacting with @Victoria McGregor  Mentions @Hjørdis Jensen @Quinn Healy @Serena Towers

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So far everything at Hogwart's Summer-camp had been rather overwhelming for Lark. From the cabin to being around so many others but mostly having spent a good deal of the summer alone. Something she was not accustomed to yet had almost started to look forward to quietly exploring and taking time to draw different locations on the grounds.

Last week however, Lark had received an invitation to a Bracelet Making event and overhearing talk of it being something of a birthday celebration for Professor Bercegeay. She had rushed to write an owl to her Gran explaining the situation. The lack of communication from her parents meant they would be far too busy for an errand but Lark knew her Gran might know what to do. Lark had spent an entire day asking around about a possible gift idea for the Professor. She knew enough from her family that she could NOT show up to the event empty handed. Thankfully her Gran had managed to get a package to her in time for today.

The walk across the grounds had been pleasant with the weather. Carrying the golden giftbox carefully as to not jostle the contents around, Lark finally came to what appeared to be the entryway. A wall of portraits! The same flowing brown hair and sparkling eyes in each one, many with the woman in wonderfully interesting outfits Lark had never seen before. Talk about pretty! Slowly Lark made her way past the pictures looking over each one with a smile. She had never been to a birthday party, other than her family... which usually ended in a tense argument and right before the cake could even be presented.

Leaving the forest of pictures, Lark noticed people were there already either chatting or participating in the event itself. Her eyes glanced around at the decorations.

"Wow.." Lark let out a breath. Whoever set this up did a fantastic job. To her right there was a gorgeous setup of food and snacks and.... this THIS was magical. Not the tricks and spells her father had shown her when she was young. She was thankful her mother had made her pack a couple more formal pieces of clothing... She had warned her to always be prepared even with Lark's protesting. Out of the three options Lark settled on a floral pattern dress that hadn't been wrinkled from the trip. Although she drew the line at some strappy sandles she noticed her mother had also shoehorned into her trunk... instead going with her favorite pair of leather boots.

Stepping further into the party area Lark noticed the decorations still hadn't even stopped with the table setup and picture entryway... a balloon arch? The cake. Goodness!! Hoping to spot a gift table she bit at the corner of her bottom lip. Not seeing any, her golden eyes scanned the tent where all the bead making supplies were gathered then noticed a group of others around the woman from the portraits. It had to be Professor Bercegeay.

Feeling a little... alright terribly out of place, Lark picked at the hem on her dress. She didn't want to head over and interrupt the conversation as other students presented their gifts. Instead she thought to wait until she could make her way over and introduce herself to the Professor and wish her a happy birthday. For now, Lark decided to take a lap around the tent and inspect all the bracelet goodies. Her mother had tons of crafting supplies but never let her touch any of it. Not only was the atmosphere and decor something to drool over but the glass beads were gorgeous as they caught the girl's eye.

Looking back at the Professor's she thought maybe she could spare some time to sit and make a bracelet before having an opportunity to meet them. Finding a small container for some beads on the back table, Lark picked out various shades of blues with a couple tube looking metal beads as spacers. Taking a seat at one of the tables Lark set the gift box down next to her. Laying out her materials she let her mind wander as she strung different blues together in a pattern. Hopefully Professor Bercegeay would like the present her Gran had sent. She had managed to get her hands on a rather pretty quill even Lark had been keen on as well as an inkwell that she assumed her Gran had offered from her own collection. She always enjoyed collecting them and everyone in the family knew if it was their birthday most likely a present from Gran would be...an inkwell. Lark hadn't minded though, they were often pretty. One of the other students at camp had mentioned the Professor loving pink... and although skeptical at first that they had exaggerated the extent of the Professor's love, Lark was glad she noted that to her Gran for the gift.

Looking back out onto the party she noticed everyone else mingling. Okay.. just a couple breaths and she could stand up to walk over to the Professors.. for now though her feet felt like lead and legs like jelly.


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Interacting with @Nadège Benoit @Hjørdis Jensen @Lark Flaer

A beautiful witch made her entrance, colourful robes flowing freely behind her in a graceful manner Angellica could only hope to achieve some day in the future. Though she hadn't had class from the tanned woman, she was certain she knew who she was. After so many days in the Great Hall studying the professors table, and doing her research into who taught what, she would wager the woman was the divination professor. Although she herself was skeptical on the subject, she still read tarot cards, which gave her a sense that perhaps she was holding double standards on the matter.

"Hi," she responded with a smile. "I'm Angellica," she introduced. "And this place does have a lot of positive energy doesn't it," she agreed more than asked. Normally the know it all, she would have introduced the woman instead of allowing her to, but there was too much going on for the Ravenclaw to be her annoying self she seemed to be inside the castle. If anything, she was anxious to sink her pearly white teeth in a macaron.

In the distance she could feel the flash of a camera, and she could only imagine she would find herself in photographs. Though she didn't mind, it did curb her desire to stuff her face with sweets and more so made her stand a little straighter, and display herself a little more gracefully as her mother had taught her. When the head of Slytherin made her appearance, Angellica beamed at the greeting. Honestly, she could have hyperventilated, but kept that for later.

"Good afternoon, Ms Jensen," she responded cooly to the acknowledgement she'd received. Two adults had acknowledged her. Angellica could die a happy student.

"Professor Bercegeay obviously outdid herself with the festivities," she spoke in that even tone her mother had taught her to make use of. Of course she also knew she probably wouldn't be welcome long, and her mother had made it clear that guests were like fish. "I uh, I should go make some bracelets," she said gently, taking her bow and allowing others to chat with the professors.

Before making her way to the tables however, she made a pit stop by the dessert table, placing a few macarons on a plate and bringing it with her. She sat near a girl with a gift box beside her. Perhaps in a different lifetime this would have been her, uncertain and scared to go up there. "Hi," she greeted the blonde (Lark). "I'm Angellica," she introduced herself, grabbing some beautiful beads to work with and yet not being quite sure how to start. Honestly, she'd never made a bracelet before. Jewelry was goblin work in her family's eyes.

^{Interacting with @Angellica Rowley}

Lark had been busy wrestling with her wrist and the cord for her bracelet making an attempt to tie it. She was about to give up when she heard steps behind her. Turning her head and looking up she saw a girl behind her, a gorgeous floral dress on and silvery blonde hair flowing past her shoulders. Lark tried not to stare but she was taken aback at how wonderful the girl looked!

"Hi, I'm Angellica." Even her voice was something to admire. She seemed quite at home among everyone here and so sure of herself. Lark hoped to be confident like her one day. Giving a warm smile Lark nodded to the girl.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Lark!" She watched Angellica picking out different beads.

"I love your dress. You look amazing." Lark hoped that hadn't been too forward but she felt the girl deserved the compliment. She could only imagine the thought that must have been put into the outfit. Looking to the plate of sweets, Lark felt her stomach stir at the idea of eating. She had skipped breakfast, or rather missed out on since she had been too busy trying to get ready. The dessert table would be her next stop.

"This really is a well decorated party." She commented looking out towards the rest of the party. "Is this pretty typical here? My parents sent me here early this summer, I haven't even been sorted yet." The girl gave a half smile and peered down at her bracelet giving up trying to tie it off. "This is actually the first event I even brought myself to attend. I feel a bit awful for it." She admitted with a soft laugh feeling a bit embarrassed. Angellica looked to Lark like she was well versed in everything at Hogwarts.

It hadn't been for lack of trying or not wanting to go, Lark just let herself give in to her nerves far too often. She had gone from being completely home bound and around family to tossed into a magical school with tons of others around her.

@Victoria McGregor

Mentions: @Quinn Healy, @Serena Towers
Interactions: @Angellica Rowley, @Nadège Benoit, @Hjørdis Jensen

Olphie was elated, though not surprised, to see that a small crowd of adoring fans had infiltrated the area, as if her party was as important as unveiling the secrets of aliens. She was no alien, of course. She was Olphie Bercegeay, not a resident of Area 51, but probably a resident of Paradise Ranch. Having been recently introduced to the strange concept that was the Area 51 fascination, the thought was on her mind as she watched each fan trickle in through the waterfall of pictures. If she had not planned this party months in advance, she would have made this party alien-themed, she reckoned, as that was the "hip" topic with the youths nowadays. Instead, Olphie was just left wondering if any of the students would Naruto run into her party. There might be no aliens at the party, but Olphie deserved a good laugh.

If someone did, she would certainly play the official music and apparate to go get whatever "Arby's" was. But for now, the party was business as usual, and the Flying professor would greet her guests with a genial smile. "Miss Riding, a pleasure!" She gasped as she eyed the gift. To think - the students had known that deep down, she had secretly wanted gifts for her birthday! Olphie truly had accepted a dream job on that fateful June day. "Yes of course, do put it on the gift table. I'm sure it will be crowded later, but for now you should be able to find a spot."

She wanted to focus more on the lovely girl and get a chance to compliment her outfit, when a loud and girlish scream interrupted her thoughts. Olphie was about to usher Miss Rowboat to help guide the new boy - Quaker Heeleys, was it? - to the gift table, as he had also brought one, when her eyes flickered in excitement upon recognizing her ever-elusive coworker.

No-edge Bonnenuit was a beautiful woman, with impeccable skin and a style, it seemed, that was able to match whatever party she was attending. Olphie reached to grab the beautifully-flowing cape, eyeing the small, wrapped present that was in the woman's hand. She craved that gift more than the others, as Beanknot certainly had better present-choosing abilities than children. Smile widening, she raised her gaze to the professor as she bellowed in her always-loud voice, "Foulest Couples and Toast to you too, dear!" - it was a greeting that she was unfamiliar with, but if the fashionable woman was saying it, it certainly must be as trendy as Area 51 - "Why yes dear, I did. I couldn't have a party without a little Olphie Bercegeay flair, you know! My fans have high expectations. Now tell me, where did you get this beautiful cape?"

The red-haired Healer boy had expressed his excitement once more, but before Olphie could get a word in, he walked away to meet up with a troll-looking girl, whose name was escaping her. They looked content; she'd have to socialize with them later, though. A good host never leaves a guest unattended.

Come to think of it, there were another few students that had entered without Olphie noticing, but currently her main concentration was the entrance of the always-impressive Normal Jenieson. Olphie's heart fluttered as Harmless told her that her party was energetic; she was always looking to impress her mentor, especially after their first meeting. It was safe to say that Olphie had a bit of a crush on the woman. That style...and that booty. Running had certainly done her some good; for a brief moment after their first meeting, Olphie had been inspired to take up the hobby of jogging. It was after about five minutes when she abandoned the idea, however, as her fair had fallen out and her makeup had been washed away by sweat.

Flushing at the compliment, Olphie nodded and said, "Why thank you, Professor Jermany. And might I say, many happy returns of the day to you too! I love your outfit." It wasn't true to theme, like Nodding's cape, but it still was très chic.

Olphie took in the scene before her; she really had quite a nice turnout. With all of these entrants so quickly, she was projected to end up with the same number of attendees as the population of Rachel. But unlike rural Nevada, Olphie was prepared. She had made sure the invitations were not removed from the campgrounds, so that all students had been able to get one. She had attempted to contact Belize, so no professors would be tempted by the allure of exotic travels instead of her party. Shockingly, Belize did not respond to her requests. But all these people had shown up, already, and Olphie was thrilled with her event's success. It may not have been Area 51 themed, the hippest party theme yet, but Olphie's party was already a hit.

Interacting with @Lark Flaer

A smile lit the blonde's dainty features as she took in the girl before her. Silver blue hair, golden flecked eyes, she was pretty and unique in appearance. Truthfully, she tried to tie the name to something bird like, but other than thinking of a little bird, she couldn't quite find what it was she was looking for to remember her name properly by mnemonic means.

"It's nice to meet you Lark," she responded easily enough. Smiling graciously at the compliment she received. "Thanks, mother sent it," she said gently. It was hard to gauge how she felt about it, having mastered that ambiguity early in life to avoid discipline.

"I like your dress too, it's cute," she returned. It was true, and though she wasn't sure how she felt about the boots, she knew it was more from what her mother would have said than her own feelings about it, so she kept quiet about it, though not without having notes of her own in her mind.

Angellica lined up her beads, and looked around the table unsure what to really do. Everyone seemed to know how to do most of these things. Making bracelets, pranking people, honestly, she never knew what to expect anymore.

"Are you starting Hogwarts in September then?" she asked, though she tried not so seem judgy. She knew sometimes it was harder than it felt. "I mean some professors tend to go all out, and honestly, most parties seem to end in chaos. Our end of year ball I helped organize ended up a disco ball disaster," she recalled the moment with a shrug. Honestly, she had been attacked more times than she felt comfortable while at school.

Angellica smiled warmly at the girl. "Studying is much safer than coming to events, but this one shouldn't be too bad," she offered in a manner she hoped was encouraging. "I avoided most events my first year, but I missed out on making friends, so this is a good thing you came," she offered before taking a dainty bite from a lavender macaron. "Would you like one?" she asked once she'd swallowed the bite, pushing the plate between them. "Maybe you can help me with this I uh...I never made jewellery before." It was hard to admit such a thing. Especially to someone younger than her. She should have been the example, yet there she was, feeling somewhat dumb for lacking a basic skill. She hadn't even read about this sort of thing, though it was added to the list of topics in her mind.

@Victoria McGregor