Errand Mass Thread Sink or Swim? Closed

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word count. 605 + 380 = 985/200 (600 for errand)

interacting with. n/a, mentioned

tags. @Kim Sato \\ @colin mccoire

additional notes. feel free to interact!

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Bailey was happy as a lark in the water. She loved swimming, and it helped that she was naturally good at it. She had always dreamed of being a mermaid, all of her childhood, and being a witch was probably the closest she'd get to that dream. i wonder if anyone has tried to transfigure themselves into a mermaid - one of the muggle ones - before? bailey wondered absentmindedly. She heard a splash - not an abnormal one, but just one that drew her attention. Looking, she laughed out loud when she saw her dear friend coco, formally known as @colin mccoire, splashing around. Bailey was just about to go over to coco when she felt someone watching her. Until this moment she had forgotten her previous spotting of her best friend (?) @kim sato. she found him watching her, which set off a whole avalanche of feelings. happiness at being noticed, and that he had come on his own. a few butterflies of nervousness, a flicker of love for him, and overall just a jumble of emotions.
Bailey let a small smile out, intended for Kim's eyes only. making her way to the edge of the pool - sorry casserole dish - bailey watched as kim used his wand to dry his clothes. he must not have know there was an errand... if he did i doubt he would have gotten his regular clothes wet...
Slipping out of the pool/casserole dish, bailey made her way over to kim. He was stooped over picking up his clothes, and bailey didn't want to startle him too bad, so she settled for a soft "..hello..?"
It came out as more of a question than intended, but for whatever reason she was nervous. Bailey had felt her relationship - friendship, whatever they were, slipping away and honestly she was terrified. Terrified to lose kim, to lose her closest friend, for him to lose himself, for him to give up.
Looking at Kim, who was fully clothed, made her feel a little self conscience. She shivered in a slight breeze, wrapping her arms around herself.
".. do you enjoy swimming? i've definitely missing swimming at home, and just being in the water in general..." bailey was rambling, and knew this but didn't want to stop. Didn't want kim to leave......

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Attire: Usual weekend kit: no shirt, kilt, no shoes, wolf fang necklace, feathers in his braid.

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10 December 2023

A flutter of activity attracted Colin's attention briefly from the pair he'd been talking and floating with. The slight movements were accompanied by a voice. Both the voice and the boy it belonged to were well known to him. Colin narrowed his eyes as he turned to observe. It was the voice of everything wrong with Gryffindork.

Finn Conner.

Currently it was talking with his friend Ginger Snaps. Certain objects were transferred. Colin couldn't make them out. He seemed pretty pleased with himself about something. Normally Colin would have been happy if a friend had done something cool and was proud of the fact; but Finn was different. He could have been a friend. But in stead, their relationship had soured. There was the question of what exactly his relationship was with Lily. There was also the matter of his petrifying Avery Le Ferret.

Once Astra was done with Conner, another girl came up to him. Another Snake. Colin recognised her for sure: Le Ferret's cousin or sister or something. Remedy Norden. Colin was somewhat torn on the matter of Conner's defeat of Avery. On the one hand, it happened down in his dungeons. Those were one of Colin's favourite skulking places. The Gryffindork was an invader. There was also the fact that Avery Leveret was a Slytherin. One doesn't mess with fellow Slytherins, the lesson he taught Hugh during their last race, after he nearly killed Ava Winchect.

Hmf. Another conundrum, Winchect. He could smell her here in the great hall. Maybe she'd drown.

But back to Conner and Leveret: Colin had to admit that if anyone needed to be petrified it would be Tom Riddle Jr and Dark Lord wannabe, Avery Leveret. Even so. Colin watched Finn as he talked with Remedy. She stuck her hand out to the boy. Finn crossed his arms over his chest. Wait. Was he embarrassed? Colin never had any issue with Remedy, but what was Finns' deal? He was staring at her! He uncrossed his arms and crouched down for something Colin couldn't see. He stood up again. He was fumbling with something small.

Conner put something into Remedy's hand. Colin still couldn't see what it was. Then the boy stepped closer! He grabbed her wrist! Colin's eyes widened and his nostrils flared. Conner was whispering something. His hands were all over Remedy's arm. What was he doing!? Colin's left hand reached for the wand strapped to his right arm. Just in case. Wait. Did Finn like Remedy? Was he checking her out!? Colin would definitely squirrel this bit of intelligence away for future reference. After all, Conner still owed him a duel for his cheap attack during the unofficial race they had flown in. Ironic that Conner had tried the same spell on Colin that he did on Avery.

As Finn suddenly turned away from Remedy, it was clear that he had tied a band of some kind around her arm. Odd. Colin relaxed and turned back to his friends in the pool. There was still plenty of fun to be had after all!

WC = 607

Mentions: @Finnegan Conner | @Remedy Norden

Marcie went swimming a bunch in canada, everyone thought it was cold all year round but it was burning in the summer, so her mom, her and her sister would head over to the local pool to take a dive and have fun! Marcie wasn't exactly a strong swimmer but she would try her best, she had done laps in her childhood swimming lessons, but then school got in the way so her mom decided to cancel those lessons for there education. That morning she had put on her lemon yellow one peice and packed her towel in a bag to bring, she was perpared!

She listend carfully as they instructed them to swim there and back, she hoped she could still do that. The line moved slowly and she saw many people complete it with no effort. Finally there was only one more person to go then it would be her turn. When it was her turn she slowly slipped into the cassorole dish and started to swim on her front, she swam until she felt her finger tips touch the end of the pool then she turned around and swam front crawl back, she had to admit she wasn't the strongest swimmer here, she started to get a tiny bit tired and it was a great relif to make it to the other end of the pool and just relax. She swam out of the way and moved around the sort-of pool, many people were talking with there buddies in groups. She recognized some people that she had met or just seen around, there was nobody she could talk with so she just stayed at the edges of the pool and watched people swim from end to end.

Date: December 10 2023 Time: Unknown

Interacting with: @Tesla Stone Mentions: @Colin McCoire

English | French Thoughts

Tes seemed to be having lots of fun, considering how much she was grinning and how very... punny her statement had been. Mahlioz couldn't help letting out a giggle of her own. Tes' laughter was contagious, and this whole event just gave her a sense of joy and hilarity. Probably more than what some of the other kids, who were having a hard time keeping their heads above water, could say.

Tes was hugging the sides of the pool - well, casserole dish pool - and when she wasn't, she was very evidently struggling to do much more than a doggy paddle (though Mahlioz had to admit that was one of the more fun swims out there. Front crawl was awful). The Hufflepuff explained that she wasn't much of a swimmer, but before Mahlioz could say anything about her being just fine, she added that she liked her swimsuit. The Slytherin smiled. "Thanks! Yeah, I wasn't expecting to need it so early in the year! I was thinking there might be water-y events closer to Easter, so I brought it just in case."

"And yeah, this is fun! Although notice people tend to be a lot more chaotic when they're in a pool -" She was interrupted by shouts across the pool from a certain third year Slytherin she knew decently well, proving her point. Mahlioz grinned. "If that's even possible." Colin was already chaotic enough when dry - she was worried about what shenanigans he was cooking up over there now.

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word count. 605 + 380 + 225 = 1210/200 (600 for errand)

interacting with. n/a, mentioned

tags. @Kim Sato \\ @colin mccoire

additional notes. feel free to interact! unless she is stopped, bailey is leaving the thread

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Bailey never knew that things between her and Kim could be so unbelieveably awkward. Bailey stared after her best friend's retreating back. a two word answer... not counting the spell. he had dried her off, something she was grateful for. But two words - TWO WORDS - was all he had said, before picking up his black leather jacket and walking away.
She was in shock - her heart seeming to crack a little as she watched her tall handsome perfect insufferable best friend walk away.
its like he's dead to the world..... oh kim, why do you think you have to carry the world yourself? bailey thought, her heart clenching. From the distance she watched as Kim got food, and then left the errand. It was only after Kim had gone, and had been gone for several minutes that she was able to shake herself out of her reverie, and go get her things. As much as she loved swimming, she honestly loved Kim more and needed to figure what was going on - between herself and him, and just between him and the world in general.
gathering up her things bailey slipping into her robe and sandals before heading out of the errand herself. If anyone spotted bailey, they'd see a concerned look on her usually sunshiny happy face. perhaps they'd think to themselves... "trouble in paradise?"

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BAILEY HAS LEFT THE THREAD - unless stopped

House Colours: Ravenclaw

Cat's Grace in Effect

Note: I will not OOC ruin anyone's experience of the errand, and the action stated in this post I intend to have occur only when the errand event starts to 'die down' so that all interactions can be had without interruption until the very end. IC this post is intended to be timed and occur just before the errand wraps up. As such, Piérre is not open to interactions up to or after this point.

The boy dressed in Ravenclaw robes stormed to the Great Hall with a vengeance and a fury deep in his heart that could not and would not be ignored. He had seen things everywhere, had heard rumors from all people, about an event being run by the Mad Nurse. That in and of itself was reason enough to drop in and give his not-so-kind regards. The other reason was because of the vulnerable students and their position against the aforementioned Mad Nurse. A swimming lesson? Really?! What a feeble way to cloak such evil intentions! What a stupid way to draw children in, and to then drown them when they least expected it! It was targeting those who didn't know how to swim for a reason, and Piérre knew it.

Well, it wouldn't happen. Not under his watch if he could help it. He had to put a stop to it, right here and right now. He planned to do so by the use of a a simple but effective item notorious for its stink that he had used long ago and was planning on using again: a Dungbomb. He was going to use it. He was going to use it today and as soon as he could.

His face was set firmly and his brows knotted into a look of determination. This was war, this was the beginning. He was tired of running, but not yet ready to step fully into the light. He had to act subtly for now, a fugitive in his own school. He was putting himself at great risk, but he had to send a message to the Mad Nurse, starting today. Today was the day. He was only slightly nervous, but mostly humming with excitement to pull off this feat in front of those gathered. Perhaps the smart ones not completely under Its influence would come to realize the danger, would come to save themselves and others like Piérre had been trying to do up to this point with all the derision and abuse that had come his way historically because of it.

So this he did, as he waved his wand lightly with an incantation of "Aspira." and produce a shimmering bubble of air about his head. He would need it for what was to come next. What was going to come next would be foul to say the least. Magic was such an easy game, was such a silly pantomime of a performance, and Piérre was a patron of the arts and an actor of the dramatic. He always sent a message be it for good or for ill, and now was no exception. This could never be the exception.

Storming into the Great Hall with blue-inseamed robes and scarf fluttering behind him, Piérre held the green potion high and let his similarly green eyes scan the area for the one that he was looking for. It wasn't hard to spot It, to see It interfacing with all these children that had no idea of the danger they were in. It made Piérre's heart burn in him and filled him with a rage so great that it twisted his features into a slightly terrible appearance. Before announcing his presence, he threw the little ball of detonating excrement, aiming for the Mad Nurse and intending for it to set it off at Its feet to release the choking gas and stench and to clear the area of Its influence long enough for the children to get away [Piérre's Acc is +16].

As the gas filled the area regardless of his throw, a vile smell that coated mouth and nose and would incur choking as it filtered through the air, Piérre, protected with his bubblehead charm, announced loudly and clearly. "You are not fooling anyone, Finlay!" The young boy's words were directed at the Nurse. "And you won't lay a hand on any of these children as long as I draw breath, mark my words!" His teeth were bared in a snarl. "You've done quite enough already, and you still attempt the lives of the youngest and most vulnerable?"

The boy raised his bone white yew wand, pointing it at the Mad Nurse. "Mark my words--if it was not clear enough already--this is WAR! And I'll be damned if I let you, or the rest of the lackies you have under your curses, win!" The last part was directed more at the elder Gryfindor prefect... someone that he knew had some shared experience with him in the Death Wing of years past... and had somehow found it in herself to either succumb to the curse as well or to infiltrate the ranks. Piérre wasn't sure which it was yet... and perhaps he would have to find out, eventually.

Before he could hear any rebuttal or before the crowd closed in around him, the boy did what he did best... and ran. Fighting for another day, for another moment that would come. This was not the end, indeed. This was only the start.

This was only the beginning.

Throwing a Dung Bomb into the Errand, Aimed at @Dusana Sabo Specifically
Exiting Directly After

Statistics: Stamina 7 | Strength 5 | Evasion 18 | Wisdom 12 | Accuracy 16 | ArcPower 5

Abilities:
Keen Eye | Calming Presence | Beast Master [Cat] | 's Grace | Animagus [Hummingbird]

Items:
Firebreathing Potion | Dungbomb | Soda | [Red] Deck of 52 Playing Cards | Soda
[Sharpened] Locksmith's Knife