Raising Support for Broom Racing Errand Open

The broom races were scheduled this weekend, and it would seem that the Lions had absolutely nothing to show for it. Perhaps it was the excitement surrounding the Hexwizard tournament and getting dates for the Blossom Ball but everyone seemed to be caught up in their own affairs to pay Gryffindor’s reputation much concern.

They were falling behind in points and no one seemed to care. This lackadaisical attitude was going to be the death of her. Taking matters into her own hands, Sage scurried through the castle looking for volunteers - only to be brushed off with a ‘no, thank you’.

That was it; brute strength it’ll be.

It wasn’t everyday she got to drag along a purple-haired kid through the hallways, nagging about Gryffindor pride. Sage had to practically wrestle the boy from the Gryffindor Commons to the Great Hall. She couldn’t let him mope around and keep to himself like he usually did.

Honestly, it didn’t have to be Kim; alas, he was at the wrong place at the wrong time and he had the misfortune of making her acquaintance. Still, it couldn’t have been anyone but him. Besides, with the added benefit of being smart and reliable, Sage was just glad he wasn’t opposed to earning their house some much-needed points.

Kim had taken the lead, grabbing some supplies to make their banner and poster with. Sage wasn’t very artistic; so she went for some Gryffindor-themed stencils, scarlet and gold paints, sequins and thread.

Hers was rather simple: upon a blood-red background, she carefully outlined a rearing golden lion, on which she affixed gold sequins to fill up the body. Yes, the sparklier the better. Finally, she painted words beneath a zooming broomstick.


She chuckled to herself, thinking how smart her slogan sounded. And felt Kim’s gaze burning a hole on her back. Wait, was he looking at her art? Ugh, sure, it wasn’t as pretty as his in comparison, but hey, this was the best her unartistic self could offer.

“Don’t laugh,” the girl huffed, turning as crimson as the banner she painted.

Merlin, at least she tried.

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When Shanelle heard about the errand Professor Stube was holding a broom racing support event in the Great Hall, she couldn’t help but make her way to join. Professor Stube and a few other people were at one of the tables, where a whole pile of crafting materials was stacked on the table. She approached the table, and looked around.

There seemed to be a few Ravenclaws, a couple of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, as well as two other Gryffindors. She didn’t recognize them, but she decided to go to their side of the table. She nodded to the boy and the girl, who seemed to know each other, and got to work. Picking out a large piece of red paper, she grabbed a couple of gold markers and started writing.

She was writing in big letters, so it would show in a crowd. She was pleased with what she ended up with, but she wanted to add more details. While Shanelle definitely wasn’t a great artist, she was able to sketch out a lion that did look real. She quickly outlined that with a black marker and looked at the banner proudly. To add some final touches, she outlined the words with the black marker and stuck two wooden sticks on the bottom so she could hold it up. Her banner was done.

She had never been so proud of her work before! Turning around, she spotted the two other Gryffindors and asked. “Hey, I just finished my banner, what do you think about it?” She held up her banner slightly so the two would have a better look at it. She wanted them to check it before she called it finished.

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Seren peeked her head into the Great Hall, curiously. She had heard all the activity, and wondered what was going on. When the Professor gave her (In Seren's opinion) exuberant explanation of the situation, Seren licked her lips nervously, trying to decide if she wanted to go in and participate. She had been fairly quiet this whole year, and not overly involved in all of the activities going on. She considered for a long moment, and quietly slipped inside the door, and headed for the tables.

At the very least, she could create a poster or something, and even if she did not go to the race tomorrow, she could give her creations to someone who WAS going but hadn't made anything. She picked out a spot off by herself, towards the farthest end of one of the tables, as she was worried she would annoy anyone she happened to sit nearby... Or make an idiot of herself, as she really was still quite unsure of herself around strangers, and she was not spotting anyone she knew.

She ran her fingers along her ombre-colored braid (She had taken to using a blue-purple-pink ombre as her hair color, lately, though some days, for practice, she switched it out. She loved practicing her metamorphmagus abilities, now that her parents did not yell at her for it, since they were not here.) as she considered the options of what she could create. Finally, she reached over and pulled one of the banners to her, in a nice deep blue color, before she grabbed some bronze, brown and silver colored paints and a few paintbrushes, along with one white marker.

She got everything organized around her, in her preferred order, then carefully knelt on the bench to give herself better access to the banner she wanted to decorate. She used the marker to carefully outline the words "GO RAVENCLAW! YOU CAN DO IT!", then drew the outline of a broom appearing to shoot out a bunch of stars. It took her several minutes, as she was working with intense care, trying to make everything as neat and pretty as possible. When she was satisfied with her guidelines, she capped the marker, and put it back.

She eyes her paint selections, then opened up a darker brown first, dipping her brush in gently. She began to fill in the outline of the broom handle, moving with exacting precision. When a drip occurred outside her chosen lines, she made a distressed sound, but grabbed a cloth and wiped it up before it stained or dried in place. She then used a lighter shade for the twigs, and the silver for the stars.

While that dried, she moved onto the three varieties of bronze she had grabbed. She used a purely metallic one for the word Go, but a super shimmery and glittery one on Ravenclaw, and then for the rest, a simple matte shade. She put the paints she was done with back, but reserved the bronzes, and also grabbed a black, then settled in, letting all the other paint dry.

As soon as she was sure that she would not smudge anything, and that the broom was totally dry, she used thin stripes of black on the handle, and between each twig, to make it look more realistic, more defined. She then carefully outlined each silvery star with the black. When the letters were dry, she took the metallic bronze and outlined everything but Go with it, then outlined Go with the matte shade. She finished everything up by putting diagonal stripes of the shimmery shade across the matte letters, then sat back to admire her creation.

It was not perfect (She had done her best but she was not exactly an artist, nor a specialist in fancy lettering) but it was NICE, and it was hers. She was rather proud of it... And, as she cleaned her brushes and put everything away, she found herself thinking she just might go the race herself, so she could have the chance to use it!

AngelFyre was always up for crafting, but she was doubly in on this particular opportunity to do so once she found out that it was for the purpose of generating more spectators in, and enthusiasm from, the stands for the Broom Racing teams. Simon's second official broom race would be the following day, and truthfully, AngelFyre was of two minds about it. Of course she would love to have everyone out there cheering her fellow on and their Hufflepuff team to victory, but it iced her blood to know that there was a very real possibility to see him end up in the Hospital Wing once again.

First off, she just could not be more proud of him. She would of course be there, cheering him on all the way, but her memories of his first broom race still left her somewhat traumatized for a number of reasons. On the positive side, Simon had led House Hufflepuff to their victory against House Ravenclaw back in January... January 9th... to be exact. That date would remain forever burned into AngelFyre's memory banks, for mostly bad reasons. The greatest of the horrors that too often replayed in her mind from that day was primarily the visual image of watching Simon get knocked off of his broom and fall to the ground. The crowd had been cheering for him as he crossed the FINISH line, securing the victory for House Hufflepuff in his very first race no less, but three Ravenclaws had thrown objects at him, hitting him just after he crossed the FINISH line.

She saw it happen and could not believe what she was seeing. He hit the ground HARD, so terribly hard, and the only mercy granted AngelFyre in those horrific moments was that she had been spared also having to hear him hit it as well, largely thanks to the cheering crowd. Still, it was a scene she never... ever... wanted to have to face again, but like it or not, she knew those were the risks. And so did Simon. He loved being a broom racer and AngelFyre loved him, so supporting him in the things he loved was now part and parcel of being a couple.

She could tell he was excited about his upcoming race. He had been practicing hard, both on his own and with the team, and was eager to get back up into the skies and onto the race course. He was not egotistical enough to say it out loud, but AngelFyre knew a similar repeat performance, one that would have him bring a second victory home to House Hufflepuff, was dancing around the recesses of his mind. One thing AngelFyre was certain of was that Simon Ezra Kincaid could do anything he set his mind to do.

So, with all of that buzzing around her brain, she had been sitting there in the Great Hall, trying to think of something clever to put on a poster. Then out of nowhere, she suddenly laughed at what had just tripped across her brain. She got a posterboard and a yellow and brown marker. She would mix those two together to get a reasonable facsimile of Hufflepuff golden yellow, which would be spattered against a cheerful, cloudy blue sky. Then she used a black and brown marker and drew a rough sketch of a badger on a broom on the right side of the board and on the left side as well. She was most proud of what was written between the two flying badgers.



She finished up by making 5 yellow felt pennants. Once again, she drew the same rough sketch of a badger on a broom in black with the words HUFFLEPUFFS RULE! on the front of each pennant. On the back of each, also in black marker, she wrote the following:











After attaching the flag sticks as handles to each pennant with glue, she looked over it all and was satisfied with the efforts. Okay. There would definitely be a display of Hufflepuff pride in the crowd for tomorrow's race against Slytherin. She quickly tidied her area, gathered up her efforts, and headed for her dorm. (WC: 725)
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Friday, April 8th, 2022 After the last class of the day

There was an irony in Cash being a Quidditch Player. While they were an excellent Quidditch player, their Flying grade could say otherwise. The last time they handed in their Flying assignment was two years ago and in return, they got an Acceptable for the assignment. A failing grade in the green eyes' standard. But back then the Flying Professor was Professor Olphie Bercegaey.

A tough Professor that was hard to impress. After Cash knew that they did not have to take Flying as one of their compulsory, it was a great relief for the green eyes. Although Cash was no longer attending the class, Flying still hold a place in their heart. And so when they heard about an errand was held by the new Flying Professor, their interest piqued.

In the span of two years, the Flying professors keep changing but not as often as Potions. And so after the last class of the day, the young socialite hurried to change from their school uniform into something comfortable. They wore a dark green polo shirt, black skinny ripped jeans, and dark green sneakers to match their whole attire.

Cash took a last glance at the mirror that stood not so far from where their bed was. After they are deemed presentable enough, they march towards where the errand location is. Once Cash arrived at the scene, the greeted the Flying Professor with a respectful nod. They heard the instruction Professor Stube gave out.

Once Professor Stube has done giving out the instructions, Cash walked towards the table that was filled with a plethora of art and craft supplies. They moved out the stack of blank banners in various colors until they found what they looking for. From the stack of blank banners, the third year pulled out black and dark green banners.

Cash then grabbed some light blue, green, and white paints. They also grabbed some paintbrushes, a glass of water, and a rag to clean and rinse their paintbrushes. Once their materials of crafting had been gathered in their arms, Cash walk away a bit further. They then sit down in the far corner of the working table.

Cash then laid the dark green banner and the rest of their crafting supplies on the table. Before they took a seat, they felt something come out from the back pocket of their jeans. It seems Aero make a self-decision to follow Cash out and took a break from his cage. The Cuban descendant then began working on their banner.

Aero tried to distract them but Cash had none of his shenanigans. "You stay right here and be a good paperweight, yes?"They uttered to their black and yellow Emerald Gazer snake. The Emerald Gazer snake nodded his head and curled into a ball on one of the corners of the blank banners. Cash had never watched a Broom Racing game before.

But since their close friends are the Captain and Co-Captain of the team respectively, they had a reason to show their support. Much to the green eyes disappointment, both Opeila Winters and Starlee Kennedy were not Broom Racers. But Cash knows one who is a Broom Racer in the team. A fellow third-year and Parsel. Wyatt Starkey.

After Cash make sure the banner is laid correctly on the table and all the curled-up corners had been straightened-out, they begin dipping their paintbrush into the white paint. Good thing their art skill getting better and better each and every day. Carefully, they wrote From the depth of the cave, we rise. We are a team that should not be underestimated.

Underneath that word Cash wrote again Brisk Basilisk For the Win! in their cursive handwriting. Cash wanted to point out an individual, but Cash was sure Starkey did not appreciate the spotlight that Cash might bring at him. So, they settle to write out an even support for each and every of the Slytherin Broom Racers as a unity.

Cash waited a few moments until the white paint dried off. Then they dipped into a glass of water to rinse off the white paint from their brush. The young Ironwoods then clean it thoroughly with a rag. Once the paintbrush dried a bit, Cash dipped it in blue paint. They draw a thick blue bracket to surround their cursive handwriting.

Cash repeated the same motion. Dipped their brush into the water, rinse, clean the paintbrush, and dipped their paintbrushes into another color. Once their brush dried off, this time the Cuban descendant draw a simple snake drawing on the left upper corner and bottom right corner in light green paint.

Cash then gets up from their working station to the table again. They grabbed two wooden sticks that they will glue on the back of their banner as a handle they can hold. Cash waited a bit until the paint completely dried off. They then flipped the banner and glued the sticks on bottom left and right corners.

They flipped it again and stood up from their sit. Cash looked down on their craft. Aero still napping on one of the banner corners. "Not bad,"They said to themselves. "Not bad indeed"Cash uttered. Once they have done with their handiwork, Cash pried the banner slowly from under Aero's curled body and put it on the long wooden bench.

They clean the art supplies and put them back for the others to use. The Beater then walk back to their table again. They picked Aero up and put him on their shoulder. Cash then pick up their banner from the wooden bench and walked out of the Hall.

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OOC Note Reducio Just because Cash has a snake as a pet, does not mean you could assume that they are Parsel unless Cash told you. The only ones that know Cash is indeed a Parsel are A.S.P kids, Henry Knight and Starlee Kennedy.

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The House Cup had been won by Ravenclaw for the past four months.

It was quite a feat and one Kim was secretly a little jealous of. Apparently, Gryffindor hadn't won a House Cup for almost a year now.

He wasn't entirely sure what the reason was but perhaps over time the students had gotten a bit disillusioned with their lack of success. And had stopped trying so hard to win, which had resulted in their current downward decline. Kim was sure if they all pulled together, they could change this, but it all depended on all the others.

Whether or not the majority of students would be able to do so, would be the key to victory. If they even wanted to try to do it anymore.

After all, one person or even one small group wouldn't make much of a difference. It had to be all of them. They were up against three other powerhouses, they wouldn't stand a chance against them if only a few Gryffindors tried to overtake them. This particular errand would help them out and Kim always liked participating in fun things.

It was just crowds and heights that he had a massive problem with.

Both of which would be present at the broom racing this weekend.

He glanced over at Sage's finished banner.

A smirk came to his lips. But before he could do or say anything, Sage spoke as the girl turned crimson and told him not to laugh at her work.

He arched a brow. "Don't laugh? But isn't that the point of your banner?" Kim asked with a grin. "I actually think it's very creative. I suck at humor, so I appreciate those who have it." He told her and nodded over at the girl's finished creation. "Did you come up with that on your own, or did you hear it from somewhere?" It was around this time that a fellow Gryffindor came up.

She asked for their opinion on her banner and held up her creation. Kim glanced at the girl and let his eyes flicker over her work. It was simple and to the point. Some might think it was too simple but Kim wasn't one of them. He appreciated all forms of art, as long as they were made by the person themselves. The Gryffindor's work was pretty.

And she'd done it herself on her own. Nothing could be better than that.

"Great!" Kim told her with a nod.

"But you'll probably want to secure it a bit more on the bottom, or it'll come off when you're holding and waving it later." He advised the girl.

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Secure the bottom part? Shanelle looked at her creation. The top part was flopping down, sagging. She winced, and glared at the banner, as if blaming it for not standing straight. She gave the boy an apologetic smile, and thanked him. “Yea, you’re right. I should probably tape it down again, thanks.” She turned back to the banner she had now laid back on the table. She planned to tape the sticks to the back again, and then add a layer of firm cardboard behind the thin piece of coloured paper so it would be firm.

She got to work. Since there was no tape lying around her, she had to stand up and walk over to the other end of the table for a roll of tape, which she almost tripped twice on other people’s work. She rolled out a large amount of tape, cut them and stuck it on the back of the banner, where the paper and the sticks that she would be holding, connected. There was already a piece of tape there, but it looks like it would not be enough, since part of it has already come undone. If the boy she had asked hadn’t reminded her, she would probably have forgotten. And the banner and the stick would likely come apart while she cheers for the broom racers. She shivered at the thought of that, it would be very awkward.

She finished sticking down two more pieces of tape, and moved on to the next step. There was a piece of cardboard lying conveniently nearby, but it was just a little too small for the banner. She needed two of them. She did find a second piece that would fit, but it would take her a few more minutes to put the two together. But she did, eventually. When she finally stuck the cardboard onto the backside of the banner, 5 minutes had already passed. She held it up again, but this time, it was sagging anymore! It was standing upright. A smile bloomed on her face, it worked!

She mentally thanked the boy again for reminding her, and stood up again. Her banner was done, but she was thinking about adding more, but just wasn’t sure what to add. So she decided to take inspiration from other people’s work. She didn’t mean copying of course not, but just finding out what other people are doing with the materials.

So she walked around the table, taking good looks at the banners everyone else made. She spotted a gorgeous banner made by a Hufflepuff girl, but what attracted her attention the most were the little flags that she drew, there were names of the broom racer on the flags. She raced back to her seat and started writing. She still remembers the names of the five broom racers representing her house from the bulletin board. She wrote the names in her nicest printing. Xailah Alptraum, Nicholas McCowan, Hugh Lowe, Levi Drakos, Della Barfield

She smiled and folded the banner away, she was done.

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Bailey had hear that broom racing was having like a support gathering and poster making thing was happening, so she decided to go join in! She had a few friends who were broom racers, like Simon Kincaid, Serena Towers, Clair Fernandez and Ari Gwild to name a few. Deciding to make them each a poster and then one for Ravenclaw in general, Bailey put on some clothes she would not mind getting dirty.
Heading down to the Great Hall where the rally of sorts would be taking place, she found a corner and set to work. Taking our yellow and black paint, she started on a sign for Simon Kincaid. It ended up looking pretty good, and it simply said

“Catch their tail Simon! You got it!

Next, Bailey set to work on the sign for Serena. She knew Serena because Griseldis Edelhardt had introduced them. Bailey had taken the Martha Artists Club over for Gris, who was too busy to keep it going because she had become a prefect.
Bailey knew Serena but not all that well, so she decided to just make a basic red and gold sparkly poster, with red letters and a gold broom to cheer Serena on. It read

Go Serena Go!

Moving on to one of her closer friends, Clair Fernandez, Bailey walked across the great hall looking for silver and blue paint. Finally finding some in a corner, Bilaye set to work. For Calir, Bailey had decided to do a blue and silver splatter paint background with while letters outlined in black. It would cause a really cool effect hopefully, and Bailey had her fingers crossed that it would turn out well.
When she completed Clair’s poster, Bailey was ecstatic. It had turned out so well!!!
It read:

Go Claire! Fly like a raven!

With the image of a raven on the corner.
After that, Bailey took a short break to drink some water. She looked around and saw a few familiar faces, like Clair Fernandez, who’s poster she had just finished. She also spotted Sophia Nelson, James Owens, Juniper Kelly, Emma Wynn and Shanelle Menza. As she was watching, both James and Juniper finished their work and left, and a few other students came and went as she was watching. Deciding to get back to work, Bailey realized that she knew several more people who were part of the broom racing organization that she could make posters for, including Opeila Winters and Xailah Alptraum.
Getting back to work, Bailey decided to do like a layered effect for Ari Gwild’s poster. Brushing on the blue and silver paint was quite therapeutic, and Bailey thought I really should do this more often. Maybe in the next meeting of the Peaceful Mind Club we can do art or something. Actually, that is a really good idea. I should owl my mum for some supplies later. Making a mental note to do that, Bailey looked at the poster. It was truly a work of art, and she was so happy with it. It said

You got it Ari!

In like a loopy cursive font, and it was perfect.
Next, Bailey moved onto the poster for Opeila Winters. Ophelia was a Slytherin third year, and was such an inspiration. Bailey did not know her personally, but she knew of her, and was willing to cheer anyone one. Painting a green and gray/black snake, Bailey added a few last details and then she started onto the words. Deciding to just say something simple, she wrote down

Go Slytherin! You got this Ophelia!

Lastly, Bailey started on her poster for Xailah Alptraum. Another person Bailey had met in passing, but she wanted to encourage.
Drawing a lion to the best of her abilities, Bailey wrote down some words, saying

Race like a lion is after you! Go Xailah!

Picking up her extra paint, Bailey left her posters to dry as she picked up the rest of the stuff she had gotten out. Promising to go to the racing matches, Bailey piled up all of her posters and headed back to her dorm. It was been a pretty successful morning to her, and she could not wait to go watch the broom racing matches that weekend.

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Damion had decided to go to the Great hall to support his house. He wanted to support his house. He wanted to be a team player. He looked around for an empty seat and when he found one, he sat down. He was here to support his house. He wanted to show his house team that he was supporting them. He was not being isolating or favoring some other house. He was supporting his house and had brought flags and banners to show that. He wanted his team to win this.

He was sure that Dylan would appreciate that. He looked at the people who were broom racing and smiled. He cheered them on. “Go Ravenclaw. Go!!!!” He said waving his banner and flags. He wanted to support the house that he belonged to. He was not aware of the house's team but wanted to support them either way. He would not be an isolated person. He wanted to show that he was a team player. He looked around and cheered on. He was hoping he was not being too loud. He wanted to be supportive but not too loud.

He would not want to disturb his team mates who were racing. He never wanted that to happen. He was here to support the house team. He was after all from the same house as the one of the teams who was competing. He wanted to support the teams that were racing. He was happy being in the crowd sitting there along with his house-mates maybe and maybe some friends. He was hoping he would get to cheer on the people who were playing. He wanted to help the team win. He was hoping it would be nice to have the team win the race and bring the Cup to the house.

Damii was a good boy who would not speak too loudly and disturb them. He didn't want to cause any trouble for them. He was hoping his cheering didn't cause any issues. He was just being a good sport. He was not trying to be a menace. He loved being supportive to his house and house mates who were taking part. He wanted to cheer them on. “Go Ravenclaw. Go!!!!” He cheered on. He was sure his team would win. He was wanting to believe that. He looked at the teams that were racing. He would be happy to cheer on his team.

He waved the flags and banners that he had got for the team. He was very enthusiastic for them to win. He was sitting or standing in the stands supporting the team. “Go Ravenclaw. Go!!!!” He cheered on. He wanted Ravenclaw to win the race. He looked at the team and cheered them on. He was happy that he was given an opportunity to sit there and cheer his team. He was doing that. “Go Ravenclaw. Go!!!!” He cheered on.

He was happy as he looked at the race. He was happy that he was here and supporting his team. He had been sitting there cheering his team up. He was happy that he got to cheer the team. “Go Ravenclaw. Go!!!!” He said. He looked at them and cheered them on. He was happy that he was being social and approachable to others. He wanted to be a team player and not be isolated in the team sports. He looked at them and smiled. He was happy that he was there. “Go Ravenclaw. Go!!!!” He waved the flags and the banner that he had gotten for his team mates. He wanted to be supportive of them.

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