Errand Add A Little Bit Of... Spice Completed

Bailey got up from the table, excusing herself. She had finished a poster, so she decided to go do something else. Bailey headed over to the snacks, which were at the Ravenclaw table. She filled a plate with a variety of things, including one of her sugar cookies, a fruit skewer, a piece of the rainbow Swiss roll cake and a few macarons. She also grabbed a glass of lemonade, to wash it down.

Now she turned, looking for someone to go talk to. She saw @Kim Sato, but he was talking to people so she decided to not bother him.

Bailey looked for @Colin McCoire. He had said hello earlier, but left quickly before Bailey could say anything to him.

Bailey spotted @AngelFyre McCubbin talking to @Harper Jordan; she also saw @Piérre Marchonné causing mischief and sparking joy as usual. Another person bailey spotted was the third year Prefect of Slytherin, @Cassandra Ironwoods. Bailey knew her from the climbing event Cass had put on.


Then bailey spotted someone she didn’t know going over to Colin. She decided to go say hello to Colin, and see if she could be introduced to his friend.

Bailey walked over to Colin and said “Hey Colin! Sorry I didn’t stop and talk more earlier. It’s great to see you here!”

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Marina continued to fold the paper cranes one after another. The pile next to her continued to grow. Marina stopped and counted her cranes. She had 42 which Marina thought would be enough. So, she found some more of the clear string and added all of the cranes to their strings. Now to put her design together. Marina selected three wooden dowels and some glue off the table and glued the dowels together.

Marina wished that there was hot glue here. Although hot glue was a muggle thing, she thought it was a lot easier and a lot less time consuming to work with than the slow drying glue that was here. Alas the slow drying glue was all that was here. Marina wished she had glued the dowels together before she had stated on her paper cranes but nonetheless Marina was going to make the most of time, she would spend waiting for the glue to dry.

Marina abandoned her project. She hoped that no one would ruin it while she was gone. Marina went over to the Ravenclaw table. Normally Marina did not venture out to the tables that were not of her own house but today it seemed like tables did not apply to houses.

Marina saw another student who she thought was likely a year older than herself. Marina needed more friends at Hogwarts, and she thought it might be nice to have someone to talk to at this errand. So, Marina approached the other student and introduced herself. "Hello. I am Marina. Could I join you and your friends?"

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Interacting: @Logan Baird | @Avery Chen | @June Selwyn | @Kim Sato
Mentioning: @Cassandra Ironwoods | Elsian Cox | Willow Anderson
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"I love these," Sophia gestured at their posters. Pax grinned in return. "Thanks! I'm making posters for a bunch of differet genders and sexualities, and then I'll hand them out to people as they leave the Great Hall, and to other students throughout the month! If there's any spares, I'll put them up around the school."

When Colin returned, he brought with him two others. Another Slytherin that Pax hadn't encountered before, as well a girl they recognised, Bailey. With a friendly smil, Pax greeted them both. "Hi, Bailey. And hi, unknown Slytherin! I'm Pax Zhang, resident demigirl! My pronouns are they/she, as written on my little hat." They pointed at the origami on their head. Looking own at the posters they had already made, they decided that now was a great time begin handing them out. Shuffling the pile, they handed over a poster each to Bailey a poster about non-binary and the newcomer Slytherin a poster about pansexual. "Happy Pride!"

"So, what do you think of the Great Hall and how it looks? I love the decorations myself," they asked, turning to Sophia. "Streamers, and banners and anything colorful is just absolutely brilliant in my opinion."

Stretching, seeing they were pretty much done, they decided to take grab some food. "I'm going to go and grab some snacks," they told Sophia. "Is there anything you'd like in particular? You know what, just tell me your favourite sweets and cakes, and I'll see if I can grab them for you."

Grabbing a handful of posters, they headed over to the snack table, where they grabbed the snacks Sophia had requested whilst handing out some of the posters, then deposited them at the table with Sophia. "I'm going to hand some of these out now. Do you want to come with?"

Whether Sophia agreed or chose to stay, Pax began to move around the room, handing out the posters whilst wishing everyone a Happy Pride!

Feel free to say that Pax has handed you a poster (the gender or sexuality can be of your choosing)! They are free for brief interactions!

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Word Count: 353

Mentioned: @Colin McCoire Interacting: @Sophia Nelson,@Bailey Glade,@Leon de Luca

Date: June 4th: After dinner

Colin was by now in overload mode --- so many people had come to the hall to draw rainbows all over everything, eat treats and learn to understand their friends better --- and he found himself listening to friends' conversations and looking around at all the decorations more than anything else! Pax had explained what was going on and he had caught Sophia sneaking around in the most obvious red cape anyone had ever seen; and he had made a nice poster depicting his friends on it. They both expressed their appreciation for his artwork and he made several other posters focusing on his friendships with fellow students of all persuasions.

His attention quickly gravitated between two separate scenes. First, a ways along the table, was a fellow Slytherin who seemed to be carrying the contents of the entire sweets table plus a whole mountain of paper and supplies. He didn't really know the boy, but Colin recognised the voice of Avery Chen. He knew that he was a fellow Slytherin and that he also played the fiddle. Before anyone could say or do anything, the glitter he was carrying slid off his heap of art supplies and tipped all over some girl --- he vaguely recognised her as a fellow Slytherin, maybe June or Jin. He couldn't help but laugh with merriment as June hollered at Avery for dumping everything all over her! "Blimey, watch where you go with that stuff, would you?"

While Avery and June were dealing with that disaster, his attention was drawn back to Kim and Ridge and a Hufflepuff girl named Faye. Colin wondered what was up with Kim and that Ridge girl: for the longest while, he thought Kim liked Sophia, and she really seemed to like him. He even thought they going to kiss once! Kim had never mentioned either of these other girls, and then he wondered if he didn't like one of them.

He cocked his head as Ridge reacted to Faye's compliment, saying that she was indeed a 'remarkable person'. "Whoa," he said; "remarkable is it, eh!?" Kim spoke about getting Ridge to like sweets, but she didn't seem to want anything to do with them.

"Spare me. I am not looking forward to have my teeth rot out from consuming an unhealthy amounts of sweets," she said.

"Sour face is more like it, Kim!" Colin snorted and rolled his eyes as she reacted so negatively. "Nope, nothing in common there!" he said, since one thing he knew for certain about Kim was that he loved sweets, candies, pastries --- literally anything with more than a molecule of sugar in it! She seemed to be much more interested in Faye than she was in Kim. He shrugged. "Perhaps she likes Faye and not Kim!"

As Kim continued his treatise on sweets with Ridge and Faye, and then Avery, he'd called out to the Hufflepuff girl who had been putting up the decorations. "Badger Girl is funny, but this Hufflepuff has a name, y'know? In case you move on from the badger, my name's Rosie!" she said. She came over and talked with Colin for a minute about his art before whirling off to talk with others. He laughed to her so happy!

Colin felt a presence nearby. It was someone familiar, someone quiet. He smiled. Leon sat down next to him and very quietly said "Hi." He looked a little uncomfortable being around so many people, but Colin was glad his friend came over to be with him.

"Hey Leon!" he said, nudging him in the ribs. "Glad you came over. Um. Hey! Girls!" He nodded towards Sophia and Pax. "This is Leon! He's my housemate --- er --- obviously! Leon, that's Sophia, or Gingersnaps, because of her red hair. She's Ravenclaw and more my sister, really!" he said as he smiled at Sophia. "And that's Pax, a Gryff. I call her Hunter and she's my demisister."

He turned towards Leon excitedly: "They're both cool! Actually, Hunter and I fought the first time we met! She's brilliant: I called her a funny name and threatened my girlf--- er" Colin blushed intensely as a smile grew across his face "---um, Jarael, at least I hope she'll be my girl friend! And then we tried some spells on each other and then she took off running and I chased after her. She tried hiding, but I sniffed her out, and then she sliced my neck, and it was bleeding a bit, but we got it all sorted and now we're friends!"

"And then we got back to where Sophia was --- OWWW!!" Colin looked around to see what had struck his head! He blinked, looking at Sophia: "Soph! Did you bonk me --- oh! Look at that!" Colin noticed the curious plastic container that had bonked him now rolled to a stop dead center, between the two groups of friends, in the middle of the table. "Whoa! Where did that come from?" He looked over towards Kim and Faye and Ridge --- not likely candidates. Kim wouldn't throw something at him and Ridge seemed too stuck up to even consider a prank. "A prank!? Could it be? Where's Quinn? I know she's here, Leon! I saw her earli---!"

Colin heard it, just barely audible, a whisper from the other way along the table. "Flipendo!"

"Watch out!" Colin cried and he ducked, taking Leon with him!

BANG!!

Colin let Leon go and sat up just in time to see that the explosive container had blasted its huesome contents in every direction! Streamers and globs of paint in all eight colours of the rainbow not to mention enough glitter to spangle the entire floor of the Great Hall shot up like a volcano and were now cascading back down all over everyone and everything at the Hufflepuff table.

"WICKED!!!" Colin cried! "It's like we're inside a whole rainbow!" He looked around for the merry culprit and saw a boy with the jolliest laugh ever, kicking his feet and hooting with laughter! Colin couldn't help but join in. "Leon! Your hair is all green and purple and blue now! And Sparkly!! And --- oh! So is mine!"

He stood up on the bench again and shook himself like a dog! He managed to shake quite a lot of the glitter out, but the gobs of paint and streamers would require some effort in the bath later!

Colin sat back down as he saw a silvery grey cat saunter towards them. "Mrraw! Hello kitty!" Looking back at Leon he said: "Whoa, this is much more colourful than I was expecting! It's rainbows inside rainbows!"

@Leon de Luca | @Piérre Marchonné | @Pax Zhang | @Sophia Nelson | @Kim Sato | @Regina Miller | @Faye Simmons | @Jarael Morningstar

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Hunger was never a great feeling. The sound of her stomach screaming and begging for something to process was a bit embarrassing, especially in a really quiet room where everyone could hear even the quietest noise. The good thing was she was in her dorm, laying in her bed with her lovely Lucifur. Saturday was a lazy day, a rest day as it should be. If only a magical spell to turn all of the other days to Saturday existed, she would use it for the sake of being lazy everyday. But you cannot properly cook in your dorm. Sure a cauldron would be a good substitute for pots and pans, which she used once to make instant noodles. But remembering the fact that it probably had the residue of whatever ingredients she used in potion class, it shouldn’t be used to cook actual food. Wouldn’t be an issue if she had another cauldron to be used for midnight tummy business. As for that day, she had to partake in a long journey to get food. To the great hall she went, searching for one important thing. Food

Aurora didn’t know what the event was for at first. All she knew was there was something happening in the great hall and it was very colourful so she was pretty much sold. One look, that was all it took to make her run back to her dorm and get her trunk filled with stuff. She had a couple of things inside of the mysterious trunk. Art and craft materials, paints, paint brushes, dried flowers, some rocks, small tree branches, but also some of her clothes. Not forgetting the unicorn headbands she made out of paper the other nights. She made not one, but four headbands, originally for backup if the first one, knock on wood, broken beyond repair. And then she skedaddled back to the great hall with all of the stuff she tried to bring in one go.

It was quite a ride. The girl wasn’t strong enough, probably causing her whole body to ache the next morning, but at last, she arrived safely with her trunk and her bandanas. Then a voice called for her name. It was Cash, the slytherin beater and the one who gave her chocolates in the maze. The same person who saw her peed her skirt due to that cursed doll. Somehow something like that caused a bond to form, at least from Aurora’s perspective. “HI!” She waved at them as they threw an enquiry about the content of her trunk. “SO MUCH THINGS I AM EXCITED!” Of course she was excited. Rainbow was and always will be her cup of tea. She then proceeded to grab the slytherin’s hand and run towards the great hall in her tippity toes.

“Not sure what’s going on there, but it’s AWESOME!” That was her explanation that she hoped would be enough to convince the older student to follow her. Aurora secretly really wished Cash would be okay and come to the event since it would make it a better experience if she were spending it with someone she knew, unlike most events she attended where she had to do things on her own. Either it went okay or a total disaster. Oh wait, the unicorn bandana. As if she just had a eureka moment, the light switched on in her brain. She stopped her track and quickly gave cash the handmade headwear, “This one's for you, this one's for me, now let’s go!” Then she realised cash carried something that looked like and probably was a guitar. A curiosity peaked through. Were they in a band or something? She had always wanted to learn how to play music but she felt like it was not in her genes. Plus, the girl felt like it wasn’t something that she liked to do. A little weird fact is that Aurora always yawned whenever she tried to play any instrument. But wait, was that a guitar or something else? Perhaps it was a backpack in a guitar shape, pretty creative for whoever invented it. She didn’t want to sound dumb by questioning the guitar existence so she put the questions aside for now.

Ah, so this was a celebration for pride month. She was no stranger to pride month as her step aunt was part of the community, but there were so many things that she didn’t know, particularly the history. For as long as she lived, she felt like she was always attracted to boys, particularly with white hairs, again, except grandpas. Nicholas was the exception since he clearly has dark hair. But not everyone likes what she likes and that’s perfectly fine. Perfectly perfect, actually. It would be great if Nicholas’ fanbase remained small with only Aurora as the leader slash member. She then followed Cash and took some paints in all colours. The more she has the better, so she wouldn’t have to walk back and forth every time she needs new shades later on. One thing in her mind was a unicorn face on the centre of the board with a big rainbow heart underneath it. That was the plan. But she never stuck to the plan. Maybe a zine would be a great idea. She could definitely create a journey of a unicorn to find love.

Looking at her left (or right, idk sorry hahah), Cash was already doing their own thing. They used pink, yellow, and blue. Similar to what the new Astronomy professor wore as a shirt. Were those colours have some meanings that she didn’t know about? Her knowledge about sexuality was very limited, and being Aurora, she was very curious. “Why does that professor that I forgot the name’s shirt have a different colour than rainbow? Does it have a meaning or something?”

Sta - 5 | Eva - 10 | Str - 5 Wis - 8 | Arc - 4 | Acc - 10 Terrible Presence Evasive Maneuvers

Outfit Reducio

After she took the tissues from Avery, June blew her nose. Hard. And several times. She looked in the tissue before crumpling it up and shoving it in her pocket. It was full of glitter bogies. Disgusting.

Ugh, and on her face? June's face flushed with embarrassment. "Maybe some do makeup with glitter, but I don't. Because it gets-" June felt a piece of glitter in her eye. She wiped off her finger as best she could before trying to fish it out. "Everywhere." Aha, gotcha. She blinked a few times, ensuring there weren't any more sparkly needles in her eye. It appeared not.

"Thanks for the help, June."

June stopped for a moment, having just grabbed the last paper off the ground. How did he know her name? She stood up slowly, placing the pile of papers on the table next to the boy's plate of food. Did Maggie talk about her? What had she said? Or, perhaps... Did this boy recognize June simply by recognizing her? Had she finally achieved some form of status beyond "blonde first-year with plaits"?

"No problem..." June trailed off, hoping the name would come to her mind-sentence. It didn't. Perhaps if June actually paid more attention to the names of her classmates, she would have had more interactions with them this year. Oh well, it was a bit too late for that now. Another thing to do next year, she supposed.

June felt something rub against her legs for a moment. She jumped a bit, startled, before looking down and seeing a beautiful ginger cat meowing for attention. "Hello there, kitty," June cooed, reaching down for a moment to pet the cat between the ears. Cute little thing.

June stood upright and turned back to the table, to her pile of flowers on the table. There were quite a few, a lot of people were making them, and very few were helping hang them up. But he was asking for her help, which no one at Hogwarts had really done so yet. It did make her feel important...

"Thank you very much! The first few folds can be a bit hard to get, but when you get the hang of it, it's quite fun." June smiled, wiping some glitter off of her place at the table before sitting back down. "Sure, I'd love to help." June grabbed some more paper and started demonstrating the folds, slowly at first, watching to see if the boy would follow along or watch her finish the piece fist.

It was awfully quiet between the two for a moment. June felt she needed to break the silence with something, anything. Her eyes once again fell on the boy's instrument case. "Is that a viola case there? I love the sound of stringed instruments, I wish I knew how to play one."

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All of my Deliciously Unfortunate Victims...
But mostly @Kim Sato , @Colin McCoire, & @Leon DeLuca

House Colours: Gryffindor

Piérre continued to snicker as he watched the fallout of his little show of ingenious comedy. Some of the students seemed too shocked to move, others tried to protect their friends, and still others seemed to revel in the chaos that had been made. Despite himself, he bit his lower lip and swayed back and forth in an almost serpentine fashion, as if unable to sit idly by and not continue to cause more havoc. This laughter, the joy... It was something that caused the sometimes aloof third year to feel bright of heart again, his core warming with the very thought of maybe having the ability to do this for all times.

Could he do something like that? Be an entertainer permanently with or without magic? Idly dipping his fingers in purple, green, and pink paint that he had spilled during the creation of his first paint bomb and then wildly slashing his fingers across nearby papers without looking at where he put his hands. Some cleaned themselves up quickly with a simple cleaning spell, and some seemed content to point and laugh at one another's misfortunes.

Green eyes watched as Figaro perked at the scotch boy's call. The Bengal looked back at Pierre as if to ask if he could draw close to the messy boy. A small tip of the boy's head permitted this desire, and with a fast trot Figaro went purring across the gap towards the scotch with the blonde and paint-spattered hair and his fellow whom he had referred to easier as "dormmate".

Piérre watched his kitten sit before the both of them with half-closed eyes, the Bengal gingerly sniffing the kilted Slytherin's extended fingers before pressing its entire face into his hand. Piérre snorted quietly and shook his head. His cat was more like a dog than a feline at most times. Came in handy when he had to exercise the kitten, but goodness did Figaro like doting himself on total strangers, that bold silver bengal.

So... What to do next?

Piérre gazed at the paint on his fingers, turning his hand as he observed the glossy art at his fingertips. Despite himself, a part of himself couldn't help but see those purple, pinks, and green as crimson that stuck between his fingers and both smelled and tasted of iron. That was a reality he had never dreamed nor hoped for when he had been the same age as several of the students in this very room with him.

His smile turned itself into a frown as he averted his eyes and felt cold nibble away at the warmth that had used to be in his chest. He had made so many mistakes. Driven so many wedges and caused so many problems between himself and any other person that he had dared inquire or ask questions about. Had his darkest days been before now?

Had they come sooner than then?

This year had been quiet... Peaceful, almost.

Was that why he was so incessant and persistent with his pranks and teases? Was this his expression of boredom?

It was likely. And so, if that was the case, what of the Jester's purpose? If not to be a thorn in the side of all those who interfaced with him, a backwards way of defending those who were threatened by the same things as Piérre himself, then what purpose had the Jester have to rear his head at all?

Because it was the only thing that the boy had left that was truly his; an identity. A name.

Marchonné belonged to an arse named Romeo, not just to the boy Piérre. His wand was also not special. It had an identical twin. All the boy had was a face, a name, a masque, and ergo... A mission and a future that was just bright and tangible enough to be grasped with hands that were desperate yet persistent.

He wanted that future. More than anything else. It was his future, and nobody else's.

So, when Piérre placed both hands, palm down, into the pool of paint that he had lightly blended to give it a chromatic swirl, he ran his fingers down his face and cheeks to paint himself purple, green, blue, yellow, pink, black, brown, and orange.

With an immense smile, Piérre began to creep up on his next victim; the boy who was a bit preoccupied with the wellbeing of one of the girls he had come here with (Kim S.).

Perhaps he would be just distracted enough to miss the green-haired boy slinking alongside the table's edges, hands dripping with paint behind his back as he crept up from behind with cheshire grin and almost glowing green eyes bright with that sweet anticipation.

When he got close enough... He would strike with messy hands, intending to blindly paint the boy's face from behind.