Springtime Showers & Summer Flowers Errand Mass Thread Fin.

Getting dressed, Bailey pulled on some spring themed clothes, or at least clothes that were good to be outside in in the Spring heat.
She was dressed quite simply, but elegantly at the same time.
A white dress, immaculate and glowing, blue hair clasps in her hair, and white sandals. She also had a pearl and gold necklace and earrings.

She was dressed so special because of the errand. June truly was a month of special errands, and she was quite excited. This errand was to make things with flowers, wreaths, bouquets, and flower crowns.
Making things with flowers was one thing that Bailey excelled at; she used to make them all of the time at home.

Bailey went down to lunch, and then she headed to the errand. She had some ribbon in her white bag, and was going to add it to her crown.

This errand might be an emotionally draining one, but bailey had already let go of her first and most recent ‘love’, James Owens. They had gone to the ball and made crowns together, but something with her talk with @Draven Mirador at the Owlery on a wet, windy day had made it easier to process and let go of.

Now bailey had no special person, but she was focusing on herself and her friends. She would be turning 13 in a week’s time, and she had a plan to spend some time with one of her closest friend, @Kim Sato on that day. She was excited about it, and couldn’t wait.


Walking into the campgrounds, Bailey saw that she was one of the first students to get there. There was a Forth year, Slytherin girl by the name of @Koko Riddle that Bailey was almost positive was in charge of the errand.
She told her and the other students that they were open to make flower crowns and wreaths from the stations and the flowers there. She also mentioned that they were welcome to pick their own flowers, but to make sure to check if they were poisonous.

Walking over to a table by a tree, Bailey started picking out some flowers to make a crown. She was aiming to make a blue and white flower crowns, and as she worked, she smiled. She was waiting for one of her friends to show up, because she had a lot of friends and at least one of them would be there. Bailey was sure Kim would probably show up, and maybe a few other Ravenclaws, possibly @Damion White, a third year who she had talked to at another one of the errands.

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Attire: Usual weekend kit: Slytherin pride, neck ring, kilt, no shoes. Nothing fancy!

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Colin loved Saturdays! Unlike most of his comrades, he never slept in at the weekends. No, as usual, he was awake and outside before dawn. Today, for example he'd already fended off an early morning assault on the castle by the Liche King's elite Werebadgers who managed to get almost three quarters of the way across the ancient bridge before the Kilted Wolf was able to break their advance and push them back across, where his stout Werewolfian allies were able to trap the enemy in a bally good pincer manoeuvre before sending them over the edge of the gorge!

He determined that a good breakfast was in order so he skipped all the way back up to the castle, slipped his socks and shoes back on and whistled a merry tune as he entered the Great Hall, delighting to the scents of sausages and hearth cakes and butter and eggs. If only his fellow Slytherins were as delightful in the mornings as breakfast was!

Afterwards, he headed up to the library to study. There he heard a rumour about an errand down in the campground. Something about making flower crowns. Now, this was something Colin had heard of, but had never tried. And it didn't take the boy very long to decide not only that he would assay this adventure, but also he knew exactly who the recipient of his crown would be! So, with the plan in mind, he headed down to the Hall to pack some cheese and oatcakes into has pocket before heading down to the campground.

Colin was very excited to try this, so he hardly stopped at all in the courtyard as he yanked off his shoes and socks again, tying them onto the end of his stick, and with a couple happy yips he bounded all the way down through the green lawns and many hued meadows, his hair and necklace and shoes dancing merrily as he ran until at last he reached the campground! There were a couple students there already, and several large blankets spread about with a wide variety of flowers already laid out!

"Owooooo!" Colin howled as he ran towards the place. Bailey was there already and some older girl. "Hey Bailey!!" he cried. "Good to see you here!" Once Colin got a good look at the other girl, he recognised her immediately. He bowed and said: "Lady Prefect!" he said gravely. Then he smiled. "I heard about this this morning in the library and thought I'd come down and learn!"

He picked a likely looking blanket, tossed his stick and shoes to one side and dove onto the blanket, reaching for the guide that showed how to weave the flowers together. He read that all through and then set about inspecting the selection of flowers. This would require considerable thought, her knew, for each kind of flower had a specific meaning and association. His seanmamó had taught him some of the meanings, but he wanted to make sure he wouldn't screw this up!

"I wonder who else is going to show up, Bails! Are you expecting anyone in particular?"

Interacting with: @Bailey Glade | @Koko Riddle | Whoever Else Shows Up!

As she was sitting and weaving her flower crown, she heard a familiar loud voice with a Scottish lilt- it was @Colin McCoire!! He seemed as excited as ever to see her, and after he talked to the prefect he asked her if she was waiting for anyone in particular.
Bailey smiled at his enthusiasm and said “Not exactly. I am not meeting anyone here, but I expect Kim to be here, and probably a few more friends too. Are you expect to see anyone? How is life going? Did you go to the Tower this morning like you did the other day when we first met? You mentioned going to the library- did you get some stuff done? Sorry.. I’m just excited to see you again!”
Bailey said all of that in a rush before stopping, knowing that she might overwhelm Colin.
She and Colin had met a while back, and she had also met @Kim Sato and Taizu them as well. She had not seen Taizu lately and decided to ask Kim if he had.
Just on a whim she asked Colin “Have you seen Taizu lately? I have seen him around the castle, but haven’t gotten a chance to talk to him.”

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@Koko Riddle, @Colin McCoire, @Kim Sato, & @Bailey Glade

House Colours: Gryffindor

Idly yanking at the gold and red tie about his neck, Piérre twisted it between his fingers. giving the odd impression that he was tugging himself forward like a leashed dog as he trotted down the sweeping hills of Hogwarts' grounds. Specifically, he was heading for the Campgrounds, where he had heard that an errand even was taking place. In a celebration of spring, and maybe to give the students and opportunity to relax themselves and enjoy bright sunshine and mild weather, a Prefect by the familiar name of Koko had arranged a time for students to pick flowers and make crowns out of said flowers.

Piérre vaguely remembered Koko from when he had been a young upstart first year. She had given him his very first detention for being caught in this very area near the Lake after dark. That detention had itself been its own source of drama, as a bucket of accidentally spilled silver polish had attested to, but as charming as Piérre thought Koko to be, rival Quidditch Keeper or not, the boy had been rather out of sight out of mind of the Slytherin Prefect.

Not that he much cared. Though he was sociable (or at least he thought himself to be), he seemed to be an elusive and rather foreign individual to most that he ran into. He found it hard to make connections, or at least truly meaningful connections, especially since he seemed to be blown about so often by the hand of misfortune; to the point that it could be theorized that the boy himself was the harbinger of the misfortune upon others.

Maybe what he needed was a bit of self-indulgence; a chance to just let loose and relax instead of being tight and anxious all the time about what others thought of him or what it was that could possibly be that went wrong on that particular day.

Maybe he just needed to make some cool little flower crowns and maybe make a little mischief while he was at it.

So, Piérre smiled as he took a look upon the small group before him. Four people in all so far, one of them being the prefect Koko herself. With a small nod to the clumped groups, as they seemed entangled in their own conversations and reunions, Piérre focused his attention on the prefect herself first.

“Hey Koko.” Piérre said softly, smiling and rocking back and forth on his feet with his hands behind his back. “Haven't seen you in a while... You doing okay? Quidditch going well? Keeping those Quaffles out of your hoops?” Despite himself, Piérre found himself drawn in an odd way towards this particular prefect, heck, even Koko as a person. She just seemed to glow compared to others, a elusive yet tangible quality about her, whether passive or active, that made her especially endearing.

Flowers certainly befitted her in any case.

Piérre found himself drawn to the more viny plants, the wild grapevine or the climbing ivy, their more woody forms helping to make a more solid crown structure that would hold up under punishment of quick, sudden movements and tumbles. Humming to himself lightly, Piérre tried to nimbly thread and twist vine and stem into a decent weaving.

With agile fingers that were used to sewing and homemade clothing modifications, Pierre found himself making a rather tidy looking crown, so far sans flowers. That of course would have to change...

At least not without a little fun to be had in the meanwhile. With a glittering of mischief in his emerald eye, Piérre carefully withdrew his yew wand, tracing his left index finger on the green markings and eying up his first target...

How about that boy who had been shouting about faeries the first time Piérre had met him? The one who wore a proud scottish kilt and had a generally rustic look about him.

He seemed like he could take a joke.

“Orchideous!” He whispered under his breath as a small giggle wiggled its way into his voice.

A flash of greenish light as the Arcane magic left Piérre's compliment, spiralling towards the boy (Colin) with surprising accuracy. A blossoming of purple and sunset orange would swiftly open themselves as they launched towards the white and purple haired first year. If the boy were unable to evade or if he chose to let the spell hit him, the boy would find a blend of white morning glories, royal purple irises, and vividly orange marigolds crashing into his back and forming a very sudden impromptu halo of white, violet, and harvest gold that would tangle in his hair and clothes.

No matter of if his impish act had been noticed or missed, Piérre would hum to himself family and innocently as he continued to thread more flowers into his little crown. Standing up, Piérre wandered a ways, keeping a sideye on the boy as he gently cast Orchideous on a plot of grass, growing his own flowers.

He was well aware that Koko had said not to use poisonous flowers...

But they were so much brighter than most other normal flowers. In fact, the three different flowers that Piérre had cast on the scotch boy were all poisonous in their various forms except for flower.

He wasn't planning on eating the things, after all.

A clump of hyacinth, english ivy, and yew berries leapt from Piérre's wand once more, and without missing a beat the boy began to carefully pluck at stems, flowers, and leaves, threading and incorporating them into his crown. It made a lovely array of light lilac, deep earthy green and brown, and pops of sudden red... Yew... The same plant that Piérre's wand was cut from.

Like some sort of elvin Prince, Piérre gently placed the crown upon his pink hair in such a fashion that caused his pointed ears to barely stick out to the sides. Green eyes twinkling with faerie mischief, Piérre felt very much like an Oberon indeed.

Very, very proud of his work, mischief or otherwise.

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Figaro, who had watched most of this silliness with half-closed green eyes, continued himself to sniff the area in the general area. Who knew if a scent here wold come in handy sometime?

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Colin finished with reading through the weaving guide --- seemed straightforward enough! --- and was now engaged in the delightful task of weaving the flowers and vines into a colourful and beautiful crown!

He chose several strands of delicate English ivy and began sorting through the flowers. He started bopping to some inner music when he heard a very curious word. Colin turned his head slightly, wishing he could just twitch his ears a bit. It was a boy's voice, so obviously someone else had arrived on the scene! It sounded something like 'orchids' but that wasn't quite it. There was merriment in the voice! --- Someone was enjoying himself, so Colin giggled in response.

And then it hit him!!

"Yeet!!" he squeaked as a puff of scented air enveloped Colin like a blooming shockwave and then came the explosion of flowers! A wonderful cloud of white morning glories, royal purple irises, and vividly orange marigolds crashed into his back! It was like being struck by an armful of downy feathers! And as the wave of scented and bonodourous florality crashed upon his back, the halo of white, violet, and harvest gold tangled in his hair and clothes, spreading itself out over his blanket.

"WHOAH!! This is brilliant!!" he cried. Colin scooped up armfuls of glorious blossoms and scattered them about with a gay and merry laughter! He cocked his head to one side and chanted:

Purple, purple, I see there,
purple flowers shall she wear!
Sky, the colour of her eye,
a crown of blue for Eyes of Sky!

Colin turned his flower dight head, wondering who had sent over this bountiful gift. "Who sent us golden maries, my love? And iris purple and glory of the morning?" He grinned slyly. He cried out: "Do but send some bluebells merry and cornflower yummy and salvia lovely! That I might crown the Queen of Hearts!"

Colin saw a spotted grey cat, a lithe hunter on the prowl! He wondered who belonged to the kitty and his shoulders shook with the mirth of the moment. He wondered softly: "Who could have done this beautiful magic!?"

@Piérre Marchonné

While she was weaving the flower crown and chatting with @Colin McCoire, @Kim Sato came over and sat down at her table. He simply waived at her, not saying anything. She smiled at him as she finished her conversation with Colin, before turning to him and saying
“Hey Kim! How are you? It’s nice to see you here! I figured that you would come, we seem to see each other everywhere! That’s not a bad thing though! I like seeing you around! Especially after you re dye your hair every month!”

With that Bailey went back to making her flower crown. She was finishing it up as she started wondering who puts owl pals together? Because whomever put Kim and I together made the best decision ever! Kim is really the best owl pal ever!!! I am so happy that he is my owl pal! We really got lucky when they put us together! I am so happy that Kim comes here instead of anywhere else!!! Though I am sure he would be great wherever he would go, but I am glad he is part of my life.
Bailey smiled to herself, happy that she had manifested as a witch.

Word count:
200/1,000 = 842/1,000