Closed GASOLINE PV Group

IC Date: Nov 18, 2023 Time: after a meal, I assume @Kyle Diaz, @Jay Divus, @Renelle Dalton, @Remedy Norden, @Madi McQuade

Astra speaking: #136323 Thoughts: Italics Others speaking: #theirhex

Apparently, having a bad day was on everyone's to-do list.

Astra had woken up disgruntled with her insufferable but loveable feline felon coughing up enough hair to make another cat. She should've recognized it for a bad omen especially seeing as this made her miss breakfast.

And now that she was used to having meals in the mornings, plus she knew Roderick would have something to say about it. To be frank, she was uninterested in hearing a lecture when he barely conversed with her at all anymore. Trying his hardest. Yeah right. I can't believe him.

Ah, let's not be angry today, Asa.

She slipped through the mass of students busting this way and that to class, only to hear enraged Italian to her left. That voice- Kyle?

He looked different. His long locks, gone. In their place was a buzz. And he looked tired and fired up and so empty, much like the last time she had talked with him.

When he'd found out that life shattering news.

He didn't seem to be doing ok.

The older year, Gryffindork, who he was yelling at yelled right back. Tensions were high, thick, palpable. He shoved Kyle.

Someone bumped into Astra's shoulder, an older year Hufflepuff who profusely apologized. Astra mumbled a response before stepping closer to the wall, and the brewing fight.

Her mind whirled, although an onlooker would see her as dazed (lest that onlooker be Renelle, who knew this face well). The gears turned, trying to figure out what she should do. She was definitely not leaving, and she was definitely not getting a professor involved. They'd already shown themselves to be quite inept at the Ball, she thought, reminded bitterly that her hydrophobia was still present.

Think, Asa. Back to the now.

She wasn't good at mediating. She usually started fights, not stopped them. Astra's eyes flicked over the two boys as if analyzing, studying. If I- no, no, don't interfere! It won't help them, you'll berate yourself for it, it won't help anyone.

Then what am I supposed to do?

OOC: Astra and Renelle's writers have standing permission to godmod each other's characters

There had to be something going around.

Something that had made everyone start their day off on the wrong foot. Something that was just itching to see chaos erupt, until everything had gone too far, until no one could take back what they had done. Something that Renelle seemed to have caught as well.

It had begun the moment she woke up. A bit of advice- put your pet somewhere secure before you go to bed, because otherwise, it was extremely likely that you would wake up with two heady little eyes staring into yours, and- in her case- fur on what felt like every inch on your face.

She’d screamed, and fell off the bed, entangled in sheets and the little pink ball rolling off quickly. She could’ve sworn she saw a small smile on her assailant’s face.

The rest of the morning did not get better from there. For some reason, her robes had decided to thoroughly disappear for a good twenty minutes before breakfast, resulting in a frenzied search that made the first year very unpopular with her dormmates. They’d finally turned up, but the damage was done.

Missing breakfast had been necessary for her to get to class on time, but trudging down the corridor moodily, Renelle couldn’t help but brainstorm potential ways to make Pygmy puff sandwiches. Served Jeff right, after all, for making her skip a meal. So engrossed in her self-pity was she, the Ravenclaw almost walked right into a student close to the wall. “Uh, sorry.” She muttered half-heartedly. Then she peered closer at the girl. “Wait. Astra?”

A grin broke out across her face. Finally, something had gone her way! She quickly got out of the way of the seas of student trying to get to class, pressing against the wall next to her redheaded friend. “You cannot image how glad I am to see you, the morning I’ve had-” Slowly she trailed off, noticing for the first time the expression on Astra’s face. Her calculating face. The one she knew only too well.

Okay, something was wrong. For better or worse, it didn’t take Renelle long to figure out why it was. It wasn’t like the two boys had been exactly discreet with their argument. Yelling. Shoving. Anger only too evident. And two foreign accents, too. The thought was almost amusing. What were the chances of that, in a British school?

Truth be told, Renelle didn’t care about their fight. She wasn’t the sort of person to bother herself with other people’s drama and rif-raf, and had she been alone and witnessed the scene in front of her, she would undoubtedly have walked away without a second glance, going back to whatever she had been doing.

Alas, she wasn’t alone, and she had known Astra too long to think that she would simply go and leave these two students to their own devices. Her nobleness was so frustrating at times. So what? She had no intention of abandoning her friend here- it wasn’t entirely out of the question that Astra wouldn’t try and interfere herself, and get injured in the process.

No, Renelle was staying. Which meant the most obvious route would be to attempt breaking up this brawl as quickly as possible, so that she could go for class, hopefully without being, well, too late.

Before she could chicken out due to the foolishness of what she was about to do, Renelle made her way to the two boys, pulling Astra behind her. Backup was always comforting, and hopefully Astra wouldn’t be too upset. It wasn’t the first time her Ravenclaw friend got impatient and did something rash, after all. Not that she was stupid or anything- just hated waiting.

Stopping at a position where they could see her, yet well out of the way if anything physical happened to erupt, she looked back and forth the two, attempting a calming and genuine expression, but probably achieving judgmental and annoyed instead. She couldn’t help it- that was Renelle’s go-to face.

“Guys,” She said steadily. “Why don’t you both calm down, and get to class? Those are very nice shoes, and there’s no need to bring anyone’s grandfather into this.” Her hand tightened around her wand in her pocket. She couldn’t exactly blame them if they decided to hex her or anything- she might have done the same. She really needed to learn to think before doing.

Never be so kind, you forget to be clever.

Self | Someone else | Thoughts

Madi had spent the morning catching up on much needed sleep. She was exhausted. She'd had trouble sleeping this week. She was up studying most nights. She was behind on studying and was using the time when she was supposed to be sleeping to catch up.

So she'd overslept. Once she'd gotten up, she rubbed her eyes and groaned, the blankets falling off of her. She got up, still half-asleep, changed into her Ravenclaw robes, and headed down to her first class of the day. She knew she'd been starving, she'd missed breakfast. This thought put her in a worse mood, as she was imagining working on an empty stomach. Not ideal.

She trudged down the corridors to her first class. Ahead in the corridors, she saw two boys fighting. They were yelling, and one of them had his hands on the other's arm. The second boy shoved him away and the yelling continued. Madi stopped dead, realizing she knew one of the boys. Kyle, her neighbor. She'd known him since before Hogwarts.

Kyle was yelling about the shoes he was wearing. The other boy seemed to have gotten them dirty or something. The other boy was yelling back. Madi went to stand next to a red-haired girl she didn't recognize. There was another girl up near them, but not too near, trying to get them to break it up. Madi decided to join her. She normally wouldn't have gotten involved, but she was not interested in a fight, and knew the boys fighting wouldn't be either once they got detention, or worse.

"What the hell are you guys doing? Please stop yelling at each other. Maybe you should just apologize." Madi said. She definitely spoke a little harsher than Renelle, the other girl, did, but she didn't particularly care. She just did not want to see a fight break out.

ooc notes:	oufit:
interacting with @Kyle Diaz @Jay Divus @Renelle Dalton @Astra Norrick @Remedy Norden Date: Nov 18, 2023 sorry for breaking the order! just getting close to the thread closure.	Reducio ravenclaw robes

Never be so clever, you forget to be kind.

R E M E D Yx♔xN O R D E N
♦ Gasoline, 18th of November 2023 in the Corridors, Hogwarts ♦
Dialogue #796f4e
Marble Borders by Ulysses Drake

A lack of friends remained both a blessing and a curse for one Remedy Norden. While it often meant boredom for the girl, it also entailed that the solitary Vipress would remain free of strings pulling her into the mundane bores of busybodies who all naively believed they'd make something of their pathetic and insignificant lives. The lack of social interaction presented the girl time to prioritize the more important matters; herself, of course.

It was quite early in the year for the Slytherin to land such assumptions and conclusions regarding her fellow classmates and the remaining year. While Remedy often played fast and loose with her own arbitrary rules regarding herself and her studies, one thing was certain setting her apart from the crowd: this capable Vipress was not nearly as gracious with her spare time as the misguided, meandering students surrounding her. That didn't imply, however, that Remedy wouldn't not-so-silently people watch if a book proved dull. And Merlin, you wouldn't believe how much amusement the young Vipress sought from such observation; like clockwork, Remedy would find herself in her usual spot, usual time as if observing barbarians around her was a form of entertainment.

Eventually, such a hobby grew lackluster, too, that was until the maniacally brilliant girl decided to conduct an experiment upon her classmates. Astronomy would enlighten her about moon phases, and although the class was generally a drab, one detail during one of Professor Baird's lessons lingered in the Slytherin's mind: the lunar cycle heightened and influenced emotions. Remedy took his ramblings with a grain of salt; clearly one to produce spawn by the name of Clark Baird was not to be trusted, and she oftentimes questioned his life and his teachings as a whole; if she craved resolution, the Vipress would have to perform her own assessment.

Every day as the day progressed to night, she'd record the moon phase; if her notes were correct, the day's phase would be a waxing crescent. What that meant in regards to her classmates' behavior was up in the air, therefore Remedy positioned herself front in center of the fold that morning; quill and journal in hand, the Vipress was ready to jot any and all details that found her ear. Intriguing details she'd retain in writing, for the chance such information could be later used for her own future benefit, but as for the now, her attention remained devoted to delving into her hypothesis.

It was quiet at first, much to her initial dissatisfaction. The Slytherin loosely held a tea cup in her hands as she waited patiently, allowing its heat to warm them as its aromatic steam steamed her features. She brought her Earl Grey tea to her lips intermittently while jotting mundane observations, only to pause mid-writing when shouting erupted. Her brown eyes rapidly lifted from the page to see a Ravenclaw boy throwing his apple at the back of another boy's head; an infuriated exchange insinuated in a language Remedy wasn't fluent in, but that didn't stop her from attempting to write some of his words to the best of her understanding.

The boy angrily left the table and exited the Great Hall, and Remedy collected her items and followed suit trailing at a safe distance behind him while writing her observations: "Speciman: Timothee, Ravenclaw boy. Likely mudblood or halfie. Doesn’t like Gryffindors or apples; me too, kid.." she murmured during her jottings, occasionally peaking from the page as she walked. To her dismay, Remedy would halt suddenly to find another altercation derived from the Ravenclaw, whom she nicknamed "Timothee" (Kyle), shouting about his grandfather-made shoes at another boy walking.

Attempting to withhold a chuckle regarding the scene, the Slytherin mumbled as she continued to add to her journal: "Timothee is angry about his Grandfather's shoes. Doesn’t know etiquette.."

The boy who stepped on poor Timothee's (Kyle) shoes, a Gryffindor she'd dub as "Mickey" (Jay) would shout his own profanities which garnered a snicker from the Slytherin: "Strange tongue on Mickey. What's a 'chico?' Must be muggleborn language.." she whispered as she scribbled on the parchment, a smirk curved upon her lips.

Remedy would spy Astra on the other end of the hallway, who would smartly not interfere in the clash of testosterone titans, so the Vipress would imagine the hotheaded brutes dubbing themselves. Another girl (Ren), one whom Remedy hadn't seen yet around the halls, seemingly struck conversation with Astra before attempting to disengage the boys. Then another one (Madi), more confident or unwise of the two other girls, attempted to break up the brawl with more force.

No. No, this would just not do; Remedy had an experiment to conduct.

A quick frown touched her lips as she took a few confident paces forward. There was disengaging a fight, and there was disrupting and impeding Remedy’s project; the Slytherin wouldn’t allow either to happen if she had any sway in the matter. The Vipress folded her arms, lips forming to a smirk as she leaned against the wall lazily: "You're going to let this Gryffindor disrespect your grandfather's shoes?" Remedy remarked to Timothee (Kyle): "Pathetic."

All this chaos, and it wasn't even a full moon yet. Maybe Astronomy and Professor Baird were both truly full of shit, as Remedy suspected.

Tags not in order: @Astra Norrick, @Renelle Dalton, @Kyle Diaz, @Madi McQuade, @Clark Baird and @Jay Divus

In order:
@Kyle Diaz, @Jay Divus, @Astra Norrick, @Renelle Dalton, @Madi McQuade, @Remedy Norden

18 November, 2023 - Corridor

AngelFyre would not say she had been in a bad mood lately, but she would say her energy was generally lower than normal. So was her patience. That was a most unfortunate byproduct of her grief. It took almost everything she had just to get up and get through her days some days, and this was one of those days. There was no spare grace or patience anywhere to be found within her reserve tank this afternoon, so when she left the Library after doing some riveting, Saturday afternoon research on shrivel figs, she allowed herself to be swept into the flow that was currently a trickling stream of students. Her ears were the first to be assaulted... and alerted... to trouble up ahead.

Sigh.

All she had wanted to do was go find Simon and maybe get a chance to talk with him for a minute before he had broom practice, but nope. The mice clearly thought the cats were away. Ah well. Their mistake.

Before she even rounded the corner, she heard what sounded like two male voices raising their voices at each other, and they did not sound like they were joking with one another. It also sounded like she was hearing Spanish and Italian. Great. They could have at least had the decency to argue in English. When she was within proximity of the two boys, things had already begun to get physical. There was a shove and then upon recovery from that, fists went flying. AngelFyre did note that the crowd seemed to be egging the boys on which was disappointing.

The boys were younger than she was, but they were now on the floor and punching it out. Blood was everywhere. Normally a sharp barking out of "Prefect! Break it up!" would be enough, but these two were not going to hear that at all, and she sure as heck was not so stupid as to just dive in and try to disentangle them from each other. Getting socked in the face and then going to the Hospital Wing was not how she wanted to spend the rest of her day.

But this needed to be stopped and she was the only one there with the authority to do it. Then a great idea sprang to mind. She snapped her wrist and her wand slipped smoothly into her palm from its holster. She twisted it until her thumb found its sweet spot and turned the wand on herself, incanting, "Engorgio!"^[1]

It was a quick transformation but it was the oddest sensation. No pain, just odd. She felt like her whole body was not inflating, but telescoping out. She too late worried that she was going to HULK herself out of her clothes, but they, thankfully, Engorgio'd with her. Everyone and everything around her looked much smaller. Was this what it was like to be a Half Giant? If so, it was definitely kind of cool. She looked down at her hand and immediately noticed how much farther away from the flagstone floor it was. Correction. Make that Really, REALLY cool!

Now she could go about the business of separating the two pugilists with little fear of being knocked out cold, flat on her own back. She moved forward and the bystanders all began to move their eyes from the two boys still writhing and pommeling each other on the floor. "Okay. Okay. Prefect! Break it up you two. Now!" and she was taken aback at how much deeper her voice sounded and how it resonated even within her own sternum. Giving the two next to no time to execute her command, she reached down and grabbed each of them by their collars and separated them herself.

One of them was bleeding quite a bit from the nose while the other looked like he was definitely going to have one heck of a black eye. "So this is what is going to happen now. I do not want to hear a word, not one word from either of you, except for your names. Then we are going to go to the Hospital Wing where that nose and that eye are going to be treated. After you have been treated, then you are going to tell me what happened. But that is just going to be the backstory to the main event which is the Detention that will be coming your way."

Then she looked around at the bystanders. "You all can disperse now, too. I am pretty certain you still have classes to get to, so go. Now, please. Thank you."

Turning back to the 2 boys whose collars she still had hold of, she looked at them. "I am AngelFyre McCubbin, a Prefect of Hufflepuff. Now, tell me who you are as we walk to the Hospital Wing. We will start with bloody nose boy and then move on to black eye boy."

------- ----------- -------

Reducio

Jay Divus and Kyle Diaz, you both have earned yourselves Detention for breaking Rule # 10. There shall be no fighting without or with the use of magic. Your Detention thread will be posted in the next day or two and an owl with the link will be sent to you when it is up and ready for you.

NOTE: Neither of you are allowed to join any new RP threads until you have successfully completed your detention. You may feel free to continue to post in any and all threads that were started before this one, but again, you may not join any thread you were not currently a part of at the time of my posting here.

Additionally, your OOC selves are in no trouble whatsoever. If you have any questions, owl me.

In order:
@Kyle Diaz, @Jay Divus, @Astra Norrick, @Renelle Dalton, @Madi McQuade, @Remedy Norden, @AngelFyre McCubbin