Where did we go wrong? Open Closed

Interacting with @Jack Warren , @Jake Morris
Mentioning @Caradoc Browne , @Hjørdis Jensen

Interacting with @Jack Warren @Caradoc Browne @Opeila Seilun @Alan Vanes

Mentions: @Elena Jangleton, @Aurelia Notrésvace, @Jack Warren & @Jake Morris

Interactions: @Saskia Nicholson
Mentions: Caradoc Browne / Anyone else dancing

Her laugh was breathless and hysterical at this point, "I- I- ha-ve no i-d-ea!" She managed to mumble out of her mouth through her laughter. She clutched her stomach that started to ache as she was laughing perhaps way too hard. Serena had literally just not bothered to actually get off the floor. Browne's push was too gentle to actually knock her down, despite her small frame but she had laughed so far that she fell to the floor. Quite literally, rolling on the floor with laughter.

"I have absolutely no bloody clue but it's so bloody brilliant!" She repeated, after a few moments of trying to catch her breathe so she could actually talk and respond to Saskia. Serena knew better than to presume Hogwarts would ever be boring. There was drama and unnecessary danger happening at every turn. However, she had never once expected this. No matter how much she expected the unexpected, this never crossed her mind.

Her Head of House was definitely capable of surprising her. And he was quickly growing on her. Perhaps he was actually much better than the former heads. She found herself head bopping along to the sound of the song. Serena had no idea what song it actually was but she really was enjoying it. It was very catchy - and the dancing was contagious. "Come on! Let's go catch up!" Serena added, as she managed to push herself up from the floor and calming down.

Browne had probably left by now but she ran down the corridor, jumping out of the way of the bystanders to avoid knocking any of them over. She did not wait for Saskia but she totally tried to drag her along by motioning for her to follow. Either way, she would catch up with the Hufflepuff Head of House, and any of the dancing followers, and join in the dancing by basically doing a big fish, little fish, cardboard box, then big fish, big fish, little fish, little fish and cardboard box... and repeat.

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@Jake Morris, @Jack Warren & @Caradoc Browne

The third year was quickly distracted when two familiar faces passed by. One would be the kid that kissed Willow, Jack and the other one was Jake. As he followed their actions and saw them join their Head of House, the third year warmed up to all of this even more. Still there was tiny bits of doubt clouding his mind that were quickly cast away when Jake waved at him as if he was inviting him to join. That was all Alan needed to join in.

His gaze drifted to Caradoc, his own pointer finger already tapping against his pant leg in the rhythm of the melody of an unfamiliar tune. But music was a language with a tact easily figured out. Even Jake began dancing and after giving his surroundings a last glance he tapped his foot onto the ground and moved. Other than Jake and Jack he decided against just following the man's dance steps, he did not know him enough for that and could not predict any next movement, but Alan remembered all the lessons his parents had him go through. Growing up it was the only thing fun to do, except for pair dances which was boring and unnecessary. But Alan felt in his element as he slid across the floor joining in the Head of House's madness. Exercise in the morning was healthy is what he had been told before and dancing made it all the more fun.

He was dependent on the voice, the lyrics that were sung from none other than the badger chief as he moved along, cheeks burning red in focus and excitement. With music in the head one had nothing left to think about, which was the main reason the young lion enjoyed moments such as these so much. While the professor decided to play his air guitar, the third year would occasionally snap his fingers in moment the song made it appropriate as he shuffled and danced within the crew. If he would regret this later or not, no thought or attention was paid to that in just those moments.

He followed the group more or less, Jake having waved to follow and caught up in the rhythm and dancing the third year could not help but to do so. His original plan, getting some food was forgotten in the moment and as he reached closer to the two Hufflepuff boys he knew the best. "A-Any i-i-idea where w-we are h-headed?", he asked without addressing either of them in particular, leaving it open for either of them to respond. His voice sounded short of breath, the dancing taking a toll on his capability to speak freely.

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Glen had just been minding his own business, eating breakfast at the Slytherin table. He had come down alone this morning, having been more interested in taking the scenic route – maybe he'd discover something new about this school even though he'd been here for over two and a half years now, but then he doubted one could know everything there was about the school after the full seven years – than he'd been in having company, so he had been sitting on his own, munching on some breakfast when he first heard the singing.

At first, he thought maybe he had randomly gotten a song stuck in his head (wouldn't be the first time) but it sounded... off. Was that only singing without any music? Not a song he'd heard somewhere sometime at some point and subconsciously remembered, then.

Realizing that the song was really not just inside his head, Glen forgot all about his breakfast – freezing with his fork halfway to his mouth, the piece of black pudding he'd been about to eat dangling precariously on said fork on the verge of falling back onto his plate – and peered around curiously to see if he could find the source of the commotion.

Noticing others staring toward the open doors of the Great Hall he followed their gaze and ---

Was that one of the Professors?? Fascinating.

Interacting with @Caradoc Browne, @Jake Morris, @Jack Warren, and @Alan Vanes

As any student would've expected, Breana's day would be a quiet time in the Great Hall: Getting her munchies on, while reading up on a new book whilst ignoring the ones that she has on hand. This time she has an obviously titled book named, "So You Wanna Be a Writer?" She didn't expect to pick up such a book, but because of a certain owl she received, might as well start hitting such books, right?

She went into the Great Hall, the book in hand with her usual tiny strut. Then she heard... music? Been a while since she heard music. She scratched her ear, making sure she wasn't going cuckoo for a second there. Last time Breana heard such melodies was back in the pop-up talent show. Is there some sort of event that she didn't hear of? Then she heard a bellowing voice.

She blinked her eyes in surprise to see none other than the Papa Badger himself, Caradoc Browne, dancing and grooving to the bops of the music. Breana has never properly met the man, so she doesn't know if this was normal behavior for the professor. One part of her mind is concerned for the Hufflepuff Head's wellbeing, while the other wants to dance up a storm along with him. Unfortunately for the little girl, the other side got the better of her-- the one that chose to get back to her first goal: reading the book in the Great Hall.

As she made her way to the Ravenclaw table, Breana's feet couldn't help but dance a bit to the rhythm of the music. She was a tap-dancer, after all, so the music does have a little effect on the tiny Ravenclaw. Breana doesn't fully recognize the song being played, but it was familiar to her, hearing it a couple of times as background music that her father picked in her family bookshop. She felt a tint of nostalgia as the last of the chorus blew up again.

"No!" She thought to herself. "I gotta hit this book if I'm gonna be a writer... Study first, dancing later, Breana!" She then sat down the Ravenclaw table, her feet still melodically tapping away as she tried to bury her head in the book. For a moment, she felt relieved as she heard the first song die down... Until another came bopping up the halls instead. This one is in the familiar category of Breana's memory bank, and a rather bumping one at that.

Breana slowly peeked up from her book, seeing the scene unfold again. This time a few familiar faces joined in on the scene-- None other than Jake, Alan and Jack, her swimming buds back in the pool party. Now her little body is itching for her to dance with the lads. Thankfully (or rather, unfortunately, depending on how one would look at it), the maestro himself Caradoc Browne stopped by the Ravenclaw table, urging her and a few other students to join in on the fun. He brought the dance party over onto the table, with the boys following suit.

Well, maybe Breana can study another time. She closed her book and tucked it away in her robe. With some added flourish, she hopped on top of the table as well (much to the annoyance of her fellow Ravenclaws), and danced along with the Professor. She waved hello to the boys, finally showing off her dancing prowess. Thanks to those tap dancing lessons, Breana got a sense of rhythm that occurred naturally as she bopped along to the Head of the Hufflepuff House.