Errand Better Late Than Never PV

Interacting with: @Katrina Walker @George Henry @Griseldis Edelhardt
Mentions: @Shauna Starr

"Thanks," the Slytherin turned and answered Griseldis. "I like your name too." Now, time to actually get to work. A young boy walked in, introducing himself as George and asking for instructions. Thora was just about to launch into another round of relaying Professor Bercegeay's instructions when Griseldis took over for her. Thanks, the second year thought gratefully.

Thora rolled her eyes, inwardly, of course, as Shauna, the first year, tried to take charge of the situation. She was actually quite successful, and Thora admired her being brave enough to try and boss around the older second years and one first year. However, although she herself would hesitate to do something like that herself, Thora still found it annoying how first years were so insertive now. 

The other students in the room were clearly eyeing Thora, realizing the tension she and Katrina had formed in the room. Oops. Merlin's beard, it wasn't as if it was her fault or anything. Didn't she have a right to not like Katrina after she had tried to kill her--accident or not? Although she was shy, Thora still had quite an amount of pride, and it took quite a bit for her to gain back her pride once she had lost it. Being hit by a spell in the library had certainly taken a toll on her then-very-minimal confidence.

And then Shauna had to pair her with Katrina. Really? Thanks. Thora fought not to send a glance the Ravenclaw's way, as she kept all her emotions bottled up behind her impassive demeanor. There wasn't any need to show feeling, especially since the girls seemed to have already guessed the relationship between her and Katrina. "Um, hi?" Katrina suddenly popped up next to her, greeting her with a question of sorts. "Hey," Thora answered, keeping her face emotionless. She didn't want to come across as cold, but also didn't want her visage giving away her feelings. 

Katrina explained her method, then followed up by demonstrating. Thora wasn't stupid enough to need a reiteration of simple instructions, but just decided to let it go. It wasn't worth fighting over, here. As the Gryffindor seemed to have it under control, Thora dropped her envelopes into the pile. "If you've got it covered here, I'll start sorting through stuff on her desk." Thora turned on her heel and strode towards the scarily messy desk. Scattered parchments, many which were scribbled upon--love letters, Thora presumed from a quick glance--littered the desk. This would be no easy task. She would ask someone to help, but everyone seemed preoccupied with their own tasks. Thora was no stranger to organization, so with time, she could surely get this cleared up.

WC: 975+449=1424 
~word count completed~

George flashed a smile to Shauna, his cheeks reddening to match the shade of blush he'd applied to his nose as she noticed his makeup job. He shot her a wink and stuck out his lips like a duck, turning to the mirror to admire what a job he'd done. Griseldis was quick to scold him for the petty thievery. The little reminder to respect boundaries was warranted, but still quite annoying to the young artist. His smile deflated as he tried to wipe his work off of his face with his fingers, leaving half of his face painted in streaks of rosy pink.

The bed was made - he gave Katrina a nod, in thanks for that - making the whole room look substantially better. There was something about a made bed that made you feel like someone had their life together. Even if it was counteracted by the fact miss Bercegeay had recruited five children to come sort through her hoard of treasure. George twisted the bottom of a tube of lipstick, watching the top come out a different color each time it poked out from the hole in the plastic like a pretty meerkat. He peeked over his shoulder in the mirror - Griseldis wasn't looking, and his lips looked so pale and grey. In his house, the beds were all made. But it was his mother who did them all - his father shared a bed with her, but he never made it, and him and his brother never did theirs on their own. Maybe having a made bed isn't what means you have your life under control. Maybe it's more about whether you make your own bed.

His fingers lingered on the little tube of lipstick as he put the cap back onto it. It wasn't about whether it had been done, only if you did it yourself. And there was no one else in the room that was about to put this lipstick on. He had to do it himself. He looked back at the girls, who were already quite far into their assigned tasks, while he was just stood their browsing makeup. His face felt hot, and he tried to hide the fact he'd been considering wearing it by tossing it carelessly in with the rest of the makeup he'd found. The threat of being scolded for stealing again was enough to remind him why they'd actually been brought in. The colors didn't suit him anyway.

"Which monstrosity?" George appeared at Shauna's side, dressed in frayed dress clothes and freshly stolen warpaint. The tension in the room evaded him completely, his bland and unpainted lips parting to show a smile. Then, he opened his mouth and poured out some ignorance that raised to flag of his muggle heritage. "I never figured that wizards would use much makeup. Especially wizards who played wizard sports. That's an intersection of two kinds of person you'd never expect to be so concerned with their looks."

Word count: 459 + 498 = 957 / 1000.

WC: 241 | Total: 790 ~ Interactions: @George Henry, @Thora Larkston, @Katrina Walker & @Griseldis Edelhardt

Katrina gave Shauna a tiny smile back before working on the letters again. Thora left and Katrina was fine with that. She finished opening the letters and looked around for a trash in the mess. Griseldis had finished a LOT in a really short period of time.
Katrina finished sorting the cards and placed them neatly in the trunk, gathering the envelopes into a large haphazard pile in one corner.
"This can be a trash pile, I couldn't find a trash bin." Katrina left the pile and moved on.
There was an untouched bag on one side of the room. Katrina opened it and was shocked to see it full of candy and sweets. Katrina dumped it out and fished a few wrappers out, putting them into the garbage pile as well. Katrina sorted out the candies into respectable piles and smiled at her work.
She went over to a mostly empty luggage bag and upended it, dumping the contents all over the floor. She kicked the stuff into a pile and returned to her candy piles. She placed the candies painfully and carefully into piles in the trunk. Katrina found an empty spot along the wall and set the luggage bag against it.
"I don't think she would notice one gone…" Katrina muttered to herself before stanching a treat in her cloak pocket.

Total WC: 685+223=908 || @Thora Larkston @Shauna Starr @George Henry @Griseldis Edelhardt || color=#cc0000

Interacting with @Shauna Starr @George Henry 

Mentioning @Thora Larkston @Katrina Walker

Griseldis really didn't notice how fast she worked until Shauna mentioned it, and she couldn't help but laugh sheepishly about it. When she was a young kid, her grandfather always made her do chores as part of her martial arts training. But the only difference was that her grandfather gave her a certain time limit and must finish it before the time run out. He said it cleaning faster could help her be more efficient in the future. So she often got her job done before most of the people. She noticed Thora was now cleaning up the messy desk, while the other Gryffindor girl, she was now trying to take care of the luggage bag alone. It wouldn't be polite to disturb them even though she was really interested to get to know the girls.

She turned her focus on the other two students in front of her and watched Shauna telling George to hang the clothes from a few piles in the closet near him. Griseldis looked around and found the drawers that were next to the bookshelves and went to the piles of t-shirts, jeans, and those colorful socks. "Alright, then I'll be folding these pile of clothes and put each of them in the drawers." Griseldis said to George and Shauna. She slowly believed that the Flying Professor must really love fashion, kind of reminded her aunt who used to wear very fabulous clothes when she came to visit her family. Her cousin was always embarrassed about that part of his mother's odd fashion taste.

This time it took her a longer than throwing clothes into a pile, she had to fold all clothes neatly first and after that, she had to put each folded clothes into each drawer. Luckily, there were a lot of drawers enough to put in. Perhaps more than an hour she finally managed to fill up the last drawer with folded socks and closed it gently. "Puh...I finally finished my part of the task." When she looked up at a clock that was hanged on the wall, she gasped, "Oh no! I'm almost late to give the Head of House my Prefect application! Sorry, It's really great working with you guys with this errand but I really got to go! Hope we can see each other next time, Bye!" Griseldis bowed to them politely, then quickly dashed out of Professor Bercegeay's room.

WC: 920 + 401 = 1321/1000

Errand completed!

Interactions: Everyone in the room

Thora placed all of the pens neatly into separate containers, arranging them rather artfully--in her opinion--on the desk corner. Choosing not to open the letters--sappy love letters presumably due to the addresses to Professor Ryker and Professor Browne--the Slytherin instead stacked them, tied them with a short length of ribbon she found, and placed them on the desk. Maybe Professor Bercegeay could actually help with this bloody mess if she could find things now. 

The brunette worked in a world of her own, hands deftly moving things to a more organized position. She didn't want to throw anything away for fear of them being actually valuable and the Flying Professor getting mad at her for... well doing her job. The Gryffindor that wasn't Katrina--Griseldis--left the room in a rush, probably forgetting that Thora was there. That wasn't exactly out of the ordinary, though, as Thora was never a very demanding presence. 

Finally finished with her area, Thora stood back and proudly surveyed her work. Where previously, a simple wooden desk had been buried in junk galore, a cleaner desk stood with a cleared-out workspace and everything else stacked neatly to the side. "Um, I think I've finished here as well, so I'm gonna get going too, if you guys don't mind," Thora said hesitantly, following Griseldis' example. Hopefully the other students wouldn't mind her leaving. If they wanted her help, she could stay for a little longer, but she had already had a long day and for Thora, homework came first.

Thora Larkston leaves thread unless she needs to be stopped

WC: 250 + 1424 = 1674 

~errand complete~

It seemed like things were falling together. The clothes were all folded and stashed away. The desk had been cleaned up and organized. And it seemed like the room was almost completely clean. Although there are a few things on the floor, Katrina grabbed a broom and began to sweep the it. There was a small rug in the center of the room but she sat the stuff on the bed before sweeping under it.

There was one trunk left hidden away in the corner of the room. It was full to the brim with make up and other cosmetics. Katrina made a face while begin to organize the peculiar items into small stacks. Once she finished organizing them she placed them on the dresser.

Griseldis and Thora both left— not really noticing Katrina still in the room. She didn’t mind much but it was unfortunate that Thora and Katrina hadn’t grown closer together. Katrina looked over the room and found that everything seem to be and it’s rightful place. She looked over at Shawna and George, and spoke.

“I believe the room is almost done cleaning. I’ll finish up this and I guess that I’ll head out too.”

She waited for a response before leaving the nearly clean room behind her.

Katrina Walker Exits Thread

Total WC: 908+234=1142 || @Thora Larkston @Shauna Starr @George Henry @Griseldis Edelhardt || color=#cc0000

Errand Complete

WC: 277 | Total: 1,067 | Shauna exits thread | ERRAND COMPLETE!

George had found a very nice rhythm in cleaning up professor Bercegeay's room. He found that, if he wandered around from each person, aiding their tasks in minor ways - providing hangers, stacking makeup, and folding clothes - it made it so nobody was liable to question how little work he was actually doing. After all, nobody is so rude as to point a finger at someone going on of their way to help them, even if he wasn't helping all that much. He spotted some petty theft occurring as he helped in sorting out the professor's stash of treats, and swiped one for his own pocket, too, nestling it in beside a tiny jar of stolen powder. Now he could be sweet and beautiful, just like professor Olphie, he supposed. The thought made him giggle.

It wasn't long until everybody had left. He barely noticed, given how occupied he was with snooping through the professor's belongings, as each girl filtered out, leaving behind the boy with a makeup stripe painted down the center of her face. The room was tidy, shockingly. The way it looked when you walked in, one might assume that the place would never again be clean. Especially if your method of cleaning involved letting in a gang of children to roam free through your belongings. But clean it was, relatively, and George stood in the center of the room with his hands on his hips and spun around in a circle to appraise the gang's great work. House points well earned. The badgers would be pleased with his efforts, no doubt.

With everything organized, it made it much easier to know where all the best treasure would be hiding. Without any sort of hesitation, the unsupervised George made a beeline for the makeup drawer and deposited his stolen makeup. Was this a change of heart? Nope. He shuffles around the palettes and brushes that had been so neatly organized just a second before. He's just browsing for something better to snag on the way out.

Word count: 957 + 340 = 1297 / 1000. JOB'S DONE!

The Flying professor made her way back towards her office, wondering if they had been able to properly clean up her office. She didn't really have a ton of confidence in a group of small children, but then again, the beings she was supposed to have confidence in, house elves, were pretty disappointing themselves. If these children succeeded in fixing up her office, she was going to propose that Hogwarts hire these rebel-rousing children to replace the house elves. Who needed school? Certainly some of them wouldn't amount to anything, anyway, so they might as well learn how to use the good old fashioned mop and broom. And when the Headmaster realized that she had solved all of Hogwarts' problems, she would happily accept his resignation so that she could be Headmistress instead. Hogwarts would thrive under her rule.

As she opened the door to her office, Olphie expected the room to still be a disaster. She had so little faith in the children, in fact, that she had brought a few treats that she had knicked from the kitchens (for, for once, the house elves had done something right in their baking) in order to aid them in their task. But, as she took in the scene, Olphie realized that everything was in order, except for a child in the middle of the room, digging through her makeup...

Her eyes settled on the boy in front of her, as her jaw slowly loosened in shock. He looked as though he had taken all the mess from her office and become the literal human embodiment of it. The only thing he lacked was a giant, magical tattoo of Barnaby Ryker, but he instead had taken his own creative liberty with portraiture with the large makeup stripe down the center of his face.

She wasn't sure if he had noticed her, but she had certainly noticed him. Since awkward silence wasn't around her forte, she broke it almost immediately with a question: "Looking for something, dear?"