Makeover and Manicures Errand Open Finished

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It wasn't that he'd decided to actively partake in getting a makeover, so much as he'd been swept into it after his fascination with the transformation of his fellow students. A lot of them had chosen new nail polish, or gotten slight alterations to their appearance. Assuredly the Professors were doing this all in an effort to boost the confidence of the students, while providing some of them with a foundation of skills they'd be using their whole lives.

It wasn't the majority of students that caught Sylvain's inquisitive eye though. His curiosity peaked when a girl with bleached white hair and green eyes caught his attention. They seemed to be applying nail polish at first, but broke out a box of a lovely lilac purple hair dye. Much the same shade as the Scottish Thistle native to his home of Inverie.

Entranced by their bold appearance, he then admired their choice in fashion. They sort of dressed somewhere between preppy and punk, which was different from how Sylvain enjoyed dressing. He'd chosen a nice and simple button down shirt with khaki shorts. His brown buckled belt matched his loafers and his argyle socks brought it all together.

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As he peeked at them from across the courtyard, he hid behind a pillar hoping not to catch too much attention. It was honest curiosity after all. He really wanted to see how the hair turned out, and to ask if they was happy with the results of their efforts. Sylvain knew that sometimes people needed change to feel better, and looks could be a very telling thing to change.

As they came back to their station, Sylvain slipped a little closer to better see them dying their hair. He'd never dyed his hair before, but he imagined it took a lot of courage to look at the leap of faith from confidence and decide to recreate oneself in a new image. That kind of trait would be interesting to him, and prove the sort of self-assured attitude he'd been looking for in friends all year. If they could make the leap then so could he.

He wasn't particularly skilled at self-care. He'd really only trimmed his nails and gotten a haircut when told to do so, and he rarely, if ever, washed his hands outside of meal time, or after using the restroom. All of these bad habits had piled up and gotten worse over his time at Hogwarts so he decided to casually procure manicure instructions from one of the professors.

"H-hello, Professors." Sylvain said sheepishly, hoping they would seat him next to Cassandra. "Where, uh, should I sit down for a manicure?"

He cautiously returned his gaze to the person who'd captured his interest in the event to begin with, and had to nervously avoid making eye contact as he did so. Worried that Theyd find him unsettling or unnerving for gawking at them, he idly waved with a small brisk gesture of greetings. His elbow at his waist and his hand extended to signal he'd seen them. The only question he had, was whether or not they noticed him and could wave back with their hands so busy.

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Interacting with: @Cassandra Ironwoods @Alaric Equinox @Hjørdis Jensen

Cassie pulled aside their hair onto their shoulder, although for the back part of their hair a bit tricky to be colored, Cassie found a way so all their hair colored equally. Their hand ache and when Cassie push the now wet purple hair back, they forgot that they wearing white shirt. Cassie cursed under their breath when the purple color start to seeped and stain their favorite shirt.

While waiting for the coloring to start seeped through their hair and root, Cassie looked at the abandon nail polish and all the essentials they need to start doing their nails. Cassie shake the clear liquid of the nail polish bottle and crack it open. The smell of the chemical from the nail polish hit their nose. Cassie then close the nail polish.

They start trimming their nails into neat shape like they intended to. When they done with all their fingers, Cassie open again the clear liquid of the nail polish. They applied it carefully on their left with their right hand. When the nail polish half dry, they do it the other way around. Using right hand for their left hand.

Thank Merlin I am ambidextrous, Cassie thought. When the base nail polish dry, it is time for the second step. They grab the beige nail polish and do the exactly same way like the first one. When they in the middle to make their nails look pretty, a familiar voice greet their ears. The sound of timid boy asking both of the professors where he can seat.

It seems the boy decide to approach the young Serpent. Cassie smirks for the boy bravery. Some people know that Cassie is not the type of person that easy to get along with or approachable and yet for some reason this boy approach them. Cassie had to applaud for the boy courage.

"You can seat beside me if you want"Cassie said with their head down while still doing their nails. Their husky voice rasped out. Before that Cassie sense that the boy is waving at them but since they busy with the task at hands, the only thing that they can muster to said is that. When all their nails had been colored, Cassie looked up at the boy.

Knitting their eyebrows together trying to put the name onto the face. "Correct me if I am wrong you are Sylvain, right?"Cassie inquires the boy. Cassie once or twice saw the boy passing by, either with his group of friends or just him alone. It is funny how big the school is. They already stayed at the school for one year and yet only a handful of people that they know.

It is either as their acquaintances or friends some also their enemy in the making. No wonder at the beginning of the school year they often got lost. Cassie look down on the boy nails and try very hard to control their facial expression not to grimace. "Uhh.. Do you need help with that?"Asked the green eyes girl, nodded with their chin and head towards the boy hands.

"I could help you with it after I done with my nails and washed out my hair"Cassie told the boy and throw halfway smile to the argyle and loafers clad boy.

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The Nail Art of Creativity and Details

Interact with : @Sylvain Indarys

526 + 546 = 1072 / 1000 for Errand Completion

ERRAND COMPLETED but will still continue to RP

WC met for Errand Completion
Below is a picture of the look, Atlas sees in her head:

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WC: 391+440+296=1127 Words
Errand Completed!
Follow up from 1 and 2.
Interacting with @Ileen Knight

Makeup is not a mask that covers up your beauty; it’s a weapon that helps you express who you are from the inside.

Her eyes scanned the courtyard as she allowed the young hufflepuff to paint over her arm. Honestly, she had no idea why she had agreed to this. Her pristine appearance was being drawn on. Her appearance was becoming less pristine every single second but looking around, the students - for the most part - seemed to be enjoying themselves. That made it worth it, right?

Hjørdis blinked as @Crystal Jagger spoke. The child was thinking of @Caradoc Browne, who she called house dad and so... she accidentally called her house mum? She was confused, to say the least. Her blank expression did not say anything but she was certainly a little perplexed by the whole thing. Her mind wondered over the words. Caradoc was really like a dad to them. She saw the way he raged that night. The anger he felt. There was no hesitation in his actions. He was like a dad protecting his children. And they saw it too. They looked up to him in the same way. It was really rather sweet, to be honest. She saw it time and time again. Badgers dancing alongside him in the Great Hall, the way they spoke about him, they way they looked up to him. It was pretty adorable.

She glanced over to @Quinn Healy again, noticing the struggle he was experiencing. But she did not need to worry. The very same Head of House that Crystal had been thinking about walked passed them, catching her eye and made his way over to him. She could not help the small smile that appeared on her lips as she saw the company starting to surround Quinn. A small girl appeared too. He was not alone. That was the thing about Hogwarts. They did not realise it. No one was very truly alone. Even if you wanted to be, even if you did everything you could to push people away... There was something about this place that would never let you be alone. It was the magic and beauty of Hogwarts. You would always find someone, somewhere...

So she was very pleased to see @Breana Oliveire who was the small girl that appeared to save Quinn's day. The girl - with a frog on her head - had started playing with hair within moments, it seemed. Hjørdis could not help but smile a little at the sight. The young Ravenclaw looked so excited as she seemed start braiding the professor's hair.

Hjørdis could not help but wonder if @Ileen Knight believed her words or if she was just being polite. These students needed more self-confidence half the time. It was a shame but... perhaps, perhaps she could help. Somehow. There was a battle to fight in making someone confident but it was worth it.

@Crystal Jagger created a leaf design around her wrist before it moved into a snake design on her palm. It was pretty cute. She was obviously putting a lot of thought and care into it. The result showed that. "It's lovely," She acknowledged, as she lifted her hand once the girl was done and looked at it a bit closer. Careful to allow it time to dry, Hjørdis avoided moving it too much. Perhaps she should have said more, commended her efforts in a more enthusiastic way but... she was not that person. She was blunt, and concise. Her words might not have been overly embellished with details but they were true and honest. That should be enough, right? "Thank you, Miss... Jagger, right?" She asked wondering if that was actually correct. She was not one of hers, it was hard to keep track of everyone. But she was starting to know them a little bit more after the hufflepuff incident not too long ago.

A familiar boy called her name, @Percival Rainwood. She quirked an eyebrow. He wanted to do... what to her face?! Hjørdis had one student drawing on her arms and now another who wanted to draw on her face?! She blinked at him. Her gaze going from him to the tub of facemask and back to him. Of course not. Why would she ever agree to letting him paint her face with the facemask? That was a definite no. "Very well. Anti-stress? I think I need that," She replied - what was she even saying? Why was she agreeing to this? She was going to look absolutely ridiculous by the end of this...

But for some reason, she just could not bring herself to say no. She was very good at saying no. But... it seemed like that was all she had said these days. They needed to hear something different. They needed hope. And they needed her to not break that hope. Perhaps this was Percival's payback for hitting him with a scourgify not too many days ago... Whoops.

Hearing another voice, she glanced over to @Sylvain Indarys, who asked about manicures. The young Slytherin near him piped up to help. Perhaps @Cassandra Ironwoods could assist him whilst Percival apparently painted her face - why did she agree to this again?! If not, Hjørdis or maybe Alaric would help Sylvain out shortly after. "Do you know what you'd like done to them?" She asked him, wondering if he wanted a more nail treatment thing or wanted them painted or designed in a specific way.

Katrina sat quietly, the girl-- Elspeth-- silent as well. The second-year timidly painted her nails, lucky that her steady hands and the simplicity of the activity allowed the result to be pretty good. "I'm going to go get something from my room. I'll come back and be over to the tree over there," Katrina tossed her head in the direction of a short maple tree that she sat under for most of the errands.

She decided it was high time that she re-dyed the teal streak in her hair. It was starting to fade a bit, and now that it had become a part of who she was, she was going to do a longer lasting dye. Katrina raced up the stairs and shoved herself past the portrait. There were already a couple of other girls playing with dyes and it might be fun to help anyone else who wanted to play with their hair. At least it will help me make some friends. Katrina grabbed a little black box with several drawers, it was meant for makeup, but Katrina stored all of her hair dye stuff in it instead.

Soon enough, Katrina was sitting under the tree with a towel draped over her shoulders. With two fingers, she smeared Vaseline around her hairline around the existing chuck of dyed hair, to make sure the dye wouldn't stain her skin. Her routine was quick and efficient, she had dyed her and her friend's hair plenty of times. She took out a pair of gloves from one of the drawers in her caddy and slipped them on. Time to teal-ify her hair.

Katrina grabbed a bowl and measured out the correct proportions of the teal dye and developer, stirring them nonchalantly. The Gryffindor wrapped the chunk separate from the rest of her hair with a hair tie and got to work. She began running her teal gloved fingers through the hair, feeling the slime between her fingers. Now all she had to do was wait.

Katrina sat under the tree, silently hoping someone would ask her to do their hair, but she wouldn't be the first one to reach out.

@Elspeth Gollens || Open to anyone else wanting to have their hair dyed! || WC: 847+358= 1205

Interacting with @Atlas Reid and @Alexis Asterion

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Serena had wandered down to the courtyard to soak up some of the sunshine. She had debated on bringing a book with her but ultimately decided that she just wanted to sit under a tree. And maybe she would shut her eyes and take a little nap. Ever since the fire in the Hufflepuff Common Room back in April, the first-year had had a difficult time sleeping. Her nights in the Badger Bungalow dorm were filled with tossing and turning and tightly squeezing Mr. Bun at the slightest sound of a disturbance. Needless to say that the lack of sleep was starting to catch up to the badger. Dark circles were beginning to become prominent under her eyes, and she was reacting to things a little slower than usual.

With a yawn, Serena looked out at the courtyard. But instead of the usual set-up, there were several small tables around the place. The twelve-year-old noticed that several of her peers were sitting at the tables. Some appeared to be painting their nails, and others were applying make-up. The sight flashed her back to evenings with her mother and aunt, having ‘Girls Nights’ where they painted their nails and did face-masks. Serena gave a small smile. She couldn’t wait to go back home and have those nights again. Maybe when she was back in London, she’d be able to sleep again.

Serena glanced down at her nails. She hadn’t thought about bringing any nail polish with her to Hogwarts, so they had been plain since August when their last Girls Night had been. Maybe the first-year should give her nails some much needed TLC? And perhaps she could mess around with make-up! Serena wasn’t really allowed to wear it at home yet, but her parents weren’t here to tell her no, so why not?

Serena walked over to where the others were. It was then that she noticed Professor Jenson and Professor Equinox sitting at a table. Were they there to supervise? Serena gave the two Heads of Houses a small wave and made her way over to an empty table. She opened up one of the boxes to reveal a selection of nail polishes. Serena began looking through them. She wasn’t quite sure what design she wanted yet but was confident that inspiration would come to her soon enough.

Serena glanced down at her outfit of the day. Even though it was summer and starting to become warmer, she was wearing a beige knitted sweater. She had paired it with a pink pleated skirt and a heart-shaped silver necklace. Perhaps a pale pink nail polish to go with her look? Besides, a lot of her current wardrobe was pink, so it would go well with anything. After rummaging in the box, she located a color that matched what she was envisioning.

Also grabbing a clear polish for the base coat, Serena sat down and got to work. She painted on a layer of clear polish. After waiting a few minutes, Serena shook up the bottle of the pale pink polish and opened it. She made sure to wipe off the excess and then began the first layer of color. After finishing both hands, it was clear that another coat would be needed for the color to really start shining through. So after waiting again for the nails to dry, Serena added on another layer. Satisfied with how the color appeared, she applied a coat of topcoat after ensuring that everything was dry.

While Serena was waiting for the final layer to dry, she noticed some crystals in the box with the nail polish supplies. Having another strike of inspiration, the first-year very carefully grabbed hold of a pair of tweezers and plucked out some of the gems. She applied one small white jewel, each on her thumb, index, middle, and pinkie nails. She also added one to her ring finger, but also added a small gold chain above it.

After waiting another few minutes for her nails to dry, Serena admired her new nails, giving them a small smile. She forgot how relaxing it was to paint her nails. The badger would definitely have to remember to pack some nail polish when she came back next year. It was hard to believe that her first year at Hogwarts was coming to an end. It had definitely been…eventful, to say the least.

Serena shook her head. No, she didn’t want to ruin the good mood she was in by dwelling on those events. After making sure that her nails were, in fact, completely dry, the first-year opened the other box on the table. This one was filled with all sorts of different make-up products. Despite watching both her mother and her aunt do their make-up before, Serena had never tried doing any of it herself. And honestly, she didn’t quite know where to begin. The badger looked up to see if any older students could help her, but everyone else seemed so busy with doing their own thing that Serena didn’t want to interrupt.

So, she began digging through the box and would just start trying to use whatever she ended up grabbing. Pulling her hand out of the box, there was a clear, cylindrical bottle with a gold and purple lid in her hands.

“Tarte Shape Tape Contour Concealer…” Serena muttered to herself. She had never heard of Tarte or Shape Tape before, but she recalled her mother using concealer to cover up blemishes and the dark circles under her eyes. Now, if this were a cartoon, a lightbulb would have appeared over the first-year’s head and lit up with a ‘Ding!’

Maybe Serena could use this…Shape Tape to cover up the ever-darkening circles under her eyes. And then no-one would have to be the wiser about her lack of sleep! But first, she would have to figure out how to apply it… But it couldn’t be that hard! Could it?

Opening the bottle, Serena noticed that there was an applicator similar to what was at the end of a lip gloss. She noticed that there was already some of the product on it, so she began spreading the pale liquid under her eyes. The badger wasn’t sure how much she would need, so she covered her entire under-eyes, dunking the applicator back into the bottle when needed. The concealer was very…sticky. And when she blinked, her eyelashes would sometimes get stuck.

Looking in the little hand-mirror on the table, Serena almost jumped out of her seat. Sure, her dark circles were gone, but she looked ridiculous! Surely it wasn’t supposed to look like that. Did she do something wrong? Serena sat there, trying to think about how her mother had applied her concealer, but unfortunately, her mind was coming up empty. The first-year looked around the room, trying to see if anyone else was using concealer, hoping to see how they were applying it.

Mentioning: @Hjørdis Jenson and @Alaric Equinox

Open to Interactions (especially if your character knows make-up and wants to help out Serena )

WC: 1157/1000 Word-Count Met but will continue RP-ing for now

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Serena's Outfit:

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Serena's Nails:

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The Concealer (this is the one I personally use and it's pretty popular in the Muggle world; I'm assuming that there is Muggle make-up in the boxes, but if not, let me know and I can edit my post ):

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Sylvain looked back at Professor Jensen as if she had said something to him. His brain took a second to catch up to what she'd just asked him as his mind had already began considering whether or not he should just go ahead and sit next to the stranger that caught his attention without anyone's permission.

"Actually, I think they can help me." Sylvain said as he began to drift away from Jensen. He turned back so as not to be impolite and did his best bow in appreciation. "Thank you Professor Jensen, I just need a trim I think.” He needed a lot more than a trim.

He mosied over to the station next to Cassandra's. As he approached, they very politely gave him permission to sit without asking. He thanked them, but he could not stop staring. "It's very considerate of you to offer me a seat, thank you." He moved all of his gear to rest at the bottom of the arrangement. He didn't want his knick-knacks getting in the way while he trimmed his nails.

He had come alone, so there was little in the way of comfortable conversation for him to make with friends, but again, the stranger spoke to him calmly.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, you are Sylvain right?"

He sat astonished for a second. This wasn't a new feeling to him, though it was rare for him to be on this side of it. Usually it was Sylvain that remembered someone's name and them who'd forgotten him. This person knew his name, and only took a few seconds to remember it.

"Y-yeah, M'name's Sylvain." He seemed to recall the student being assigned to House Slytherin during the sorting ceremony, but couldn't remember any specific interaction with the hat. "You must be Cassandra Ironwoods.” He remembered the snake's name, but knew next to nothing about them.

He extended his grubby gross dirty fingers out to shake Cassandra's purple dyed gloves, before retracting his offer a bit awkwardly. "Uh, sorry about that."

Returning to clipping his nails, he idly trimmed as he watched as they finished dying their hair. It was beautiful to him, as were their green eyes. "Oh, uh, hey, I really like the color you chose." He half whispered as they seemed occupied washing out their hair. They didn't seem to notice his sheepish whispering.

"Uhh.. Do you need help with that?" They asked him innocently enough while definitely attempting not to be grossed out by the dirt and grime caught beneath his finger nails. He was a gross boy.

"I don't know if I need it, but it's certainly very kind of you to offer. If I'm being honest, I came over here because I noticed your hair, and couldn't look away."

Well, he had just said it out loud. He was trying to offer a compliment, but neglected to think his words through all the way. He responded again nervously in an attempt to delay the inevitable disgust his staring and awkward gentleness usually brought him. "Uh, eh, that is to say, um."

"Speak Sylvain!" He thought to himself "Speak!”

“What I meant to say was that I think your hair looks fantastic, and I'd like it very much if you helped me understand why you wanted to change its color."

Word Count: 1067/1000

Interacting with: @Cassandra Ironwoods @Alaric Equinox @Hjørdis Jensen