Errand Add A Little Bit Of... Spice Completed

It was June and that meant it was pride month, Marina's favorite month. She herself wasn't

part of the LGBTQ+ community but her twin sister was, so Marina had always tried to show her support for her sister and people like her sister when ever she could.

Marina walked over to the Gryffindor table and began making her decorations. She selected red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple pieces of paper, one of each. She folded the red paper into an origami crane. Marina struggled a bit a first with folding the paper since it was thicker than traditional origami paper. Once she got used to the paper texture Marina folded the other pieces of paper she had selected into more cranes. Then she found a spool of transparent string and began hanging the cranes on it. Marina made knots around each crane so that they would stay in place. At last, Marina had finished her first string of cranes. She stood back for a moment to admire her work, but quickly went back to folding cranes. If Marina was going to make her vision for this project come alive, she did not have much time to waste.

Marina folded more and more cranes. The pile of them next to her continued to grow as she worked. Marina looked around the great hall. There quite a few people and most of them were crafting together. Marina hoped someone would come help her with the crane folding or at least talk to her.

A huge smile of relief came upon AngelFyre's face very shortly after sitting next to Harper. "Boy, did I choose to sit by the right person, or what?" she enthused. "I was a little afraid that you might object to being bothered with company to start with, and then when I went into my little thought derailment there, I was afraid you would think me an idiot for not knowing just what this whole thing was about." And AngelFyre continued to smile her smile of relief, now mixed with less of her earlier embarrassment but with more of a genuine interest and purpose now that she had an inkling of what was actually going on around her.

Gazing at Harper who was practically vibrating with excitement herself, AngelFyre laughed happily and felt warm inside. "So, would you mind if I asked some more questions, and if they get too personal, throw down the white flag of surrender and I shall cease and desist. I promise," and she chuckled while turning back to her floral centerpiece.

"You mentioned being bi-curious. I am assuming that means, as far as you know right now, that you either have an interest in both genders or you are uncertain which gender you are interested in? Am I on the right track there? If it means the former, do the feelings you get about both genders manifest the same way?" AngelFyre stopped for a moment, thinking. "That was a very imprecise question. Sorry. I guess what I am curious about since I have only ever been attracted to a boy is whether it feels the same to be attracted to a boy as it does to feel attracted to a girl, or is the attraction simply different based on the person themselves?"

AngelFyre's head was swimming. She was well aware of what her faith taught her about such subjects, but there were two things she believed trumped everything else in the Bible. The first was that she was commanded to love everyone, sinner or not, because after all, everyone was a sinner, AngelFyre herself included, and that was the point. The Lord, her God, did not give her the option to not love someone because of the choice of person that someone chose to love. That brought her directly into the second trump card, not to belittle her faith in any way by stating it as such, but it did exactly explain how she thought of such things in heart and mind. The second trump card was a biggie. It was free will. God did not force his children to follow him, but it did not prevent Him from loving them nonetheless. Knowing this, AngelFyre just could not imagine not befriending someone, or even condemning them, because of who they chose to love. The anger and damage and pain caused by some people feeling the need to impose their will and beliefs over others always struck AngelFyre as the basest kind of hypocrisy, especially when done in the name of faith.

Finishing up her centerpiece, she held it up and looked it over with an eye to detail. She thought it looked beautiful, but she had been looking at it for too long. It was easy to miss things when too close too them for too long. A fresh set eyes and new perspective were always welcome. "Tell me honestly. How do you think it looks?"

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House Colours: Gryffindor

Piérre had been waiting patiently for the evening events to begin at the table of Hufflepuff, the event that had been talked about for days since the errand had been first posted. It was June, and many of the students were thrilled to be prideful of who they were. To Piérre, June was another month... But even he had to admit that having a plethora of rainbows fluttering about every which way wasn't always a bad thing, even if he wasn't affiliated with any of the symbolism behind it.

Truth be told the Jester was caught between a rock and a hard place, not entirely sure what to make of festivities such as the likes of these. He got it... It was important to celebrate oneself. But also... He didn't quite feel like he belonged to these specific festivals.

So he sat around watching for the most part, toying with a false paper flower a lovely shade of orange; a hue that didn't match the flower crown of ivy, hyacinth, and bright red yew berries that had been conjured by him earlier that day. He saw some dramas going on about him, flustered confessions, enjoyment... Several teachers. Their Astronomy Teacher nowadays was a very sudden 180 from a very specific one from Piérre's second year. Not a very pertinent observation for the moment, but one that the lad made anyways out of a whim of fancy.

Tossing the flower aside, Piérre put his chin in his hands as he puffed out his cheeks. Decorations were being down about and strung up every which way, colors scintillating into a collection of blurry sights and sounds that caused Piérre to shift his gaze every few seconds to avoid being hypnotized by any particular pattern that was occurring nearby.

Yes, the colors. They really were something, weren't they?

Piérre slowly lifted his chin from his hands. Figaro, cozied and well asleep around his shoulders let out a small "Mew!" of displeasure at his brother's constant movement before flicking his left ear in surrender and attempting to doze once again. Piérre found himself taking inventory of the Hufflepuff table before him... Seeing what he had to work with and what he could do do add a little bit more "Spice" to this errand...

Well... Paper, ribbons, long rivulets of paper maché and construction paper.
Glue, sparkles, glitter...

Letting the Jester near any of this had been a huge mistake on everyone's behalf. Glancing around quickly at what wasn't being actively used, Piérre's swift hands swiped as much of the supplies as he humanly could. There were so many people at the Hufflepuff table that he may have accidentally nabbed a few things from under their noses right before they were going to make a grab for it, but the Jester, humming a pleasant, if tuneless, fanfare, was already concocting a brilliant scheme that would be the envy of any troublemaker.

It involved a spell. A very stupidly easy spell, and a very small plastic container to aim at... A perfect ambush. The boy had come to cause pandemonium and wreak havoc and he would be darned if that wasn't what he was going to do tonight!

In went all the ribbon he could force in, tissue paper and maché, paint... Oh goodness paint... Sparkles, and to top it off... An immense dousing of glitter and glue, which altogether concocted a very sticky, colorful and immensely sparkly Fragmentation Grenade of Rainbows. Trademark and official name still pending, of course.

Sealing it up with the screw-on cap, Pierre shook it a bit, feeling the heft and the sight of the slimy, goopy, stringy mess on the inside. He had a weapon to rival the gods with... Now he needed a target...

Or a group of targets...

Green eyes scanned the vicinity for the perfect targets... Preferably ones within range of his throw... Most likely a group at the Hufflepuff table that he sat at right now.

He saw them. A group of three; two girls and a boy with vivid blonde hair. They were clumped together quite nicely... And the boy looked as if he was gesturing to invite another person over. They were just down the table from him. All Piérre would have to do was lean forward and toss the Fragmenting Grenade of Rainbows...

And chaos would commence.

Figaro yawned around the boy's neck again, unsheathing claws as the silver Bengal stretched luxuriously, purring into Piérre's pink hair. Piérre scratched his beloved feline behind the ear with his right hand, tossing the grenade in his left gently to a certain the weight and drift of it before winding up, twisting his torso...

Then bringing his arm forward and releasing gracefully into the most beautiful throw he had ever seen (Nat 20). It landed perfectly where he wanted it to (maybe beaning one of the three of them in the head in the process) before rolling to a stop between them in perfect equality. They would see the ugly looking mess of slime in the plastic container for only a second or two before a sudden burst of force would strike the container dead center (Knockback Jinx, Wis cast of 23, Acc of 25, Potential Damage of 150) at the beheist of a certain Piérre whispering under his breath; “Flipendo!” with a decisive flick of yew and snallygaster.

The contents of the container would explode outwards in all directions (true to its trademark pending name) in an attempt to splash all three of the conversationalists (Faye, Kim, and Regina) with a mess of glue, glitter, paint, sparkles, and slimy ribbon mixes with paper maché.

Regardless of the outcome of his little prank, Pierre began to hoot and laugh wildly, hugging his chest snd kicking his legs with uproarious glee. That had been too perfect to be real! To perfect that not even the Jester himself could have done better.

Nor could I have.

Figaro, thoroughly tired of his brother's antics, yawned and consigned himself.to the knowledge that he would not be getting a good night's sleep until Pierre had thoroughly wound himself down or worn himself out for the night.
That could often take a while, so in the meantime, Figaro leapt from his owner's shoulders and began to investigate some other familiar scents from earlier that day... That of @Colin McCoire and his small clique.

A silver Bengal would trot up to them gently before sitting pristinely with green eyes half closed, an audible purr rumbling in its throat as it watched from a few feet away.

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interactions: @Colin McCoire, and @Quinn Healy
mentions: colin's group of friends!

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Cash hated studying. Well, hate is a strong word. They dislike studying. Not in general but more like spending a few hours cramming for something when they can spend that time more productively. But since Quidditch matches were over for the year, Cash had no other reason to put their education on the back burner anymore.

And so, when the free time before dinner rolled in, Cash grabbed their guitar and marched up toward that one Oak Tree that was located on the Great Lake. They spend there for quite sometimes but Cash knew they need to study since Finals week was coming up. So, they wrapped up their jam session and head back to the castle again.

Cash then comes back to their dorm again. Since June is Pride Month is being celebrated all around the world, their mother had sent Cash some Pride Month care packet. Their mother had sent them a pansexual pride flag and a black tee with 'Being gay is like glitter. It never goes away' printed on the tee.

When Cash saw the tee, they can not help but let out a chuckle and shake their head. They are glad that their mother accepted their sexuality when Cash came out to both of their parents a few years ago. Cash then took some of their textbooks, quill, and parchments. They did not bother to leave their guitar and put it on their bed.

Cash then slings their guitar against their back and gathers their study materials in their arms. And when their study materials were secure on their arms, Cash made their way to the Study Room. Cash knew if they go to the Library, they are bound to meet their friends and Cash might chat up with their friends more than study.

The green eyes crammed as much as they possibly can before dinner rolled in. In the middle of their study session, their stomach grumbled. With their stomachs grumbling, they know it is time to wrap up their study session and head back to their dorm to put away their study materials. When the Beater about stepped out from the room, they collided with one Aurora Ranvier.

The last time they met the peculiar girl was quite some time ago. Cash then looked down at the wheeled trunk that Aurora brings with her. The small trunk that Ranvier carries with her is purplish in color. "Hey, Rory!"Cash greeted the ever-changing colored hair Aurora. "What you got there, mate?,"They inquired the Ravenclaw Quidditch player.

The young Ironwoods waited for Ranvier to answer their question. And when Ranvier told what the inside of her wheelie's trunk, Cash nodded their head. But what Ranvier did next, was unexpected for the green eyes. Ranvier then grabbed Cash's hand. Their studying materials almost toppled over. "Whoa, whoa, where's the fire?"Cash joked.

Ranvier keeps dragging Cash until both of them arrived at the Great Hall. During their walk towards the Great Hall, they saw Henry had just come out of the Library with his trusted cat, Loki, by his side. "Oi, mate!"Cash shouted their greeting to the blue-eyed boy in French. "See you at dinner, yeah?"They asked Henry.

When they stepped into the Great Hall, some of the students were already seated at their respective houses table but some still talking with their friends. Not long after that, dinner rolled in. Once dinner was over, some of the students hurriedly back towards their own house or perhaps they needed to be somewhere else.

But not Cash. The soon-to-be fourth-year lingered a bit longer at the Hall. The green eyes then grabbed their guitar that they put at 0ne of the corner and play some tune softly to themselves then they feel a light tap on their shoulder. And when they looked up, Ranvier with a stretch hand offered Cash a headband in the shape of a unicorn horn.

Cash looked at the headband and Ranvier alternately. "Uh, thanks?"Cash said as they took the unicorn headband from Ranvier and they put it on immediately. Then they realize that the Great Hall had become a venue for another errand. From where they were situated, Cash heard the instruction that Professor Horne gave out to the student bodies.

The Cuban descend and then make their way toward the Gryffindor's table. Cash then grabbed a medium size wooden sign. They also grabbed blue, black, pink, and yellow paints, an outline pen, and some brushes. Once they were seated, they were seated almost at the end of Gryffindor's table. They did not want to be bothered or bothered by others.

From where they were situated, they can hear the chatter and laughter that come from the other table. Cash then looks down at their blank piece medium size wooden sign. First, they dipped their brushes and paint black all over the wooden sign. Next, they outline some words on it with white outline pens.

They made the word that Cash wanted to write in the wooden sign like one of those 80s styles. Then the Cuban descent paints the word by word according to the pansexual pride flag which is pink, yellow, and blue. Once Cash has done painting the words on the wooden sign, they get up from where they were seated and admired their handiwork.

They let out a chuckle when they saw what was written on the wooden sign. It seems today is a pun day for the young Ironwoods. While waiting for their creation to be done and dried, the soon-to-be fourth-year walks to the Slytherin table. They grabbed a piece of rainbow swiss roll cake, macaroons one each for every rainbow flag color, and a glass of lemonade.

Once they have done with their snacking, they returned back to their creation and waited for Henry to show up.

Permission to lightly godmod Auror and Henry had been given by the respective players

Cash's creation Reducio

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interacting with: @Colin McCoire
mentioning: Colin's friend group
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