Errand Glitter and be Gay Corridors Location

Entering from Ravenclaw Common Room

Dealla came sprinting down the stairs with more speed than was probably wise. She was already sporting streaks of glitter on her face, held there by glue, and behind her trailed four balloons, each of them covered in a thick coat of glitter and held fast to her robes with strings. They were held aloft purely by her speed, and would likely bump into anyone who didn't jump out of the way fast enough when Dee sped past.

She was also likely leaving a cloud of glitter in her wake. She really hadn't skimped on the glitter while decorating those balloons.

However, nothing about the peaceful scene of rainbow-coloured crafting in her Common Room had prepared her for the full-on war raging in the corridors, so she really wasn't paying all that much attention when she skidded around a corner and entered a battlefield.

Dee froze, trying to take in the scene. The paint was everywhere: Splashed across the floors, walls and even parts of the ceiling, streaks in all colours flowing into each other. There were several people about, too, all of them dripping in paint and throwing more paint at each other at the same time. Some of them were students, none of which she recognized, at least not covered in paint as they were, and two adults. It took her a second, squinting, to recognize Professor Browne whose upper body and face were completely bathed in orange. Professor Jensen, who she was mostly familiar with from a few of the errands she had done in the past, was the other one, and a lot more easily recognizable, although not completely spared from the paint war raging around them.

The small Ravenclaw took a deep breath. She had really been on her way to meet her friend Ileen, but it looked like she would have to pass through this battlefield to do so, and she sincerely doubted she would be able to do so unscathed.
Storing one of the two glitter shakers she was carrying in a pocket of her robes, she quickly snatched a brush off a nearby table and dipped it into an open can of purple paint, before she set off running down the corridor, glitter balloons trailing through the air behind her.

Word requirement filled already.
Mentions: @Caradoc Browne, @Hjørdis Jensen, @Ileen Knight, vaguely everyone else around.
Open to further interaction!

Mentions: @Dealla Prince @Hjørdis Jensen @Caradoc Browne
Open to further interaction

Ileen dusted off her robe with a wrinkled forehead. On her way from the Common Room to this corridor she must have walked through three clouds of glitter and probably looked like a walking disco ball by now. Blinking violently, she tried to get the green and blue glitter grains out of her eyes. She had the feeling that something was happening again that she had no idea about. She really had to try and get some actual information. Surely, Dee would know what was going on.
She turned the next corner with vigour. Her mouth dropped open and she stopped in surprise as she took in the scene that took place here. The corridor was a battlefield in shining colors.
A soft giggle escaped her as she spotted her Head of House and Professor Browne throwing paint at each other, but they were not alone. Several students had joined the battle that seemed to be about life and death, as eagerly as they were fighting.
Ileen was stunned. Although she had already seen her Professor at some artistic events she had organized, this was art on another level. The young slytherin could not resist an amused snort. Well - honestly, for her it was the same as a makeup errand - only throwing paint at others and not herself. Her eyes scanned the people near her, but she knew the students mostly only by sight.
When she stood on tiptoe to get an overview of this chaos, someone caught her eye. On the other side of the corridor she spotted a small figure, with familiar jumping brown curls, who looked as if she was getting ready for battle. Several objects pressed against her, she seemed to take a deep breath, then she started running.
“Dee!” Ileen sounded more astonished than amused, even though she hadn't quite made up her mind about one of the emotions yet. Her friend probably couldn't hear her anyway - it was just too loud in here.
Reflexively, Ileen hopped down the stairs and started running towards her friend.
It felt a bit like she would let Dee walk alone into her doom if she just stood there. After a short hesitation she crossed her arms over her head and threw herself into chaos. But she did not get very far. When she avoided a splash of paint flying in her direction, she made a quick step forward, stepped into a puddle of paint, and slipped. “What - “ With a frightened squeal she slipped into the crowd with rowing arms. After a few feet, she lost her balance for good and crashed to the ground. Like a penguin on ice, she slipped further onto her stomach until she stopped a few inches later. “Ooof.”

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Percival walked down the hall with little care. The boy was wearing a light brown shirt, one of his favorites, and a pair of slacks.

The boy's feet collided with the stone flooring as he walked down the quiet corridor. Percival played a small game in his head as he walked.

Fairly simple in design, the boy did his best to avoid the cracks that separated the stones. Percival did not really mind doing this small game.

Percival was staring at the ground trying to avoid every crack. Seeing how not many students were around, he didn't feel the need to act so proper.

Though, the boy was certain he would die if someone saw him, a Pureblood, playing such a stupid game.

Percival's head snapped up as he heard distant yelling and laughter coming from ahead. The noise was not terribly close to him, and he felt his curiosity spike.

The boy scrunched his nose up as he tried to figure out what exactly would be happening. Maybe it was a bunch of unruly Gryffindors thinking the owned the place.

It was not like that did not happen on a regular basis.

'Stupid Gryffindors.' he thought to himself in a judging manner.

As the boy continued to walk down the hall, he noted that the laughs and yelling grew louder. He guessed that whoever was in the corridor was loitering in the halls.

It irked Percival at the thought of having to keep his cool near a bunch of Gryffindors.

Gryffindors were honestly the worst house when it came to being polite and well-mannered. A bunch of hooligans they were.

Percival huffed to himself as he got closer and closer to the yells. Since he was closer, Percival began to hear the different ranges in the voices.

It hit the boy that some of the voices sounded very familiar, and that some of the voices sounded much older than a first-year.

The boy frowned as he rounded the corner, and froze as he saw exactly what was going on.

Percival saw not only students but professors covered head to toe in paint.

His gaze picked up the familiar form of Professor Jensen as she tried to run away from another Professor.

"Don't you da-"

The boy picked up his Head of House's words as she tried to get the Professor to think twice about getting paint on her.

His eyes widened slightly as he watched Caradoc streak paint down the other's cheek.

Percival watched as his Head of House began to blow up at the other. Even calling him by his full name as if she was scolding one of her many rebellious snakes.

The boy knew that Professor Jensen could be very mean when crossed. He had found that out when Opeila's little party had gotten busted.

Percival picked up a can of dark red paint, and slowly crept up behind the other Professor. The boy swung the can back before splashing the entire can's content onto the back of Professor Caradoc.

"Protect Professor Jensen!" he called loudly as he threw the bucket harshly to the ground.

The sound made a sharp bang as the metal can collided with the stone flooring of the corridor.

The boy could hardly care as leftover red paint-spattered across the stone floors, and began to look around for some more paint.

He glanced towards a girl on the floor who looked fairly familiar. It took him a second before he realized that it was a girl that Amara had been talking to at the party.

Percival could vaguely remember that he had introduced himself to her, and she to him. Though at the moment the boy could hardly even think of her name.

He was fairly certain it started with an 'I' or maybe even an 'L', but the boy was at a lost at what her name could be.

"You! Hurry splash Professor Browne!" he said quickly as he picked up a bucket of blue paint.

It was fairly clear that the boy hoped the girl would join him in obliterating Professor Browne with paint. Though he honestly doubted the Professor would let them get away with it.

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Mentions: @Opeila Seilun
Interacting with: @Hjørdis Jensen @Caradoc Browne @Ileen Knight

Interacting with: @Percival Rainwood, @Ileen Knight
Mentions: @Caradoc Browne, @Hjørdis Jensen, possibly other people standing near

Dee was sprinting down the corridor, her balloons flying behind her, and trying to dodge the wayward splatters of paint coming her way as well as she could. Still, it didn't take long until both she and her glittery tails were sprinkled in paint in different colours. It complemented the streaks of glitter on her face quite well, really.

Halfway down the hallway, she spotted a familiar face at the other side: It was Ileen, and she was running towards her, too. What?
Gaping in astonishment, Dee slid to a slippery halt. Why would Ileen run into this? What was the point of meeting in the middle of the war that was raging around them? They would then both have to get out of here!
But, as it turned out, that wasn't their biggest problem. As Dee watched, Ileen slipped in a puddle of paint and water, and, waving her arms wildly, went down in a splash of paint. Impressively, she even slid a bit further before coming to a stop. Dealla very much appreciated how dramatic the fall had been executed.

Dee couldn't help herself. As she saw her friend lying in the puddle of paint, apparently somewhat stunned from the situation, she burst out laughing so hard it made her stomach ache, completely unrestrained.
However, her joy at her Ileen's mishap didn't last long, either. Only a moment later, another boy entered the battlefield, one she vaguely recognized. Was that... Oh yeah! Guitar boy.
Dealla's mouth dropped open as, with complete disregard for his surroundings, the boy splashed an entire can of dark red paint in direction of Professor Browne, who was, coincidentally, standing right next to her fallen friend.

Now, it's rather hard to precisely aim while throwing paint around like a mad-man, so as could be expected, some of it, not to say a lot of it, missed the Professor, and instead rained down on Ileen in several splatters.
Squawking in outrage, Dee grabbed a nearby can of baby pink paint, and splashed its contents in the general direction of the boy who had just (inadvertently) covered her best friend in (even more) paint.
"Revenge for Ileen!" she shouted, and then realized that, well. She couldn't aim any better than Percival. Soo... chances were that she wouldn't just hit him, but also Ileen, and the two Professors, and anyone else who happened to be near. Oops.

Word requirement filled already.
Permission given by Ileen to be hit by Percival's paint attack.

Note to self: Never leave home without glitter~

Interacting with: @Caradoc Browne & @Percival Rainwood

A familiar voice spoke up. Protect Professor Jensen... She blinked. She recognised the voice but she could not tell exactly who it belonged to until her glance fell onto the young Mister Rainwood. The Slytherin wasted no time in getting set up and making a declaration to attack the Hufflepuff head of house whilst protecting here. That... was quite an unexpected sight. It warmed her heart a little.

Her spell hit Caradoc, slowing him down. She did not really need to throw more paint at him, however. It would appear that everyone was doing the same thing. Hjørdis lowered her hand that was pointing at him, having cast the spell. Everything was happening so quickly, a moment's pause was enough to catch her breath.

Her gaze flickered to his back, trying to actually process what was even happening in this chaos. For once though... it was quite a pleasant mess. For the first time in a while, she was not thinking about people getting hurt or the creepy crawlers in the dark. The paint everywhere was actually rather beautiful. It signified many things. Not only did each colour have a meaning in the pride celebrations, they also celebrated acceptance and love. Colours of life, healing, acceptance, self-love, love filled the usually sparsely decorated corridors.

Hjørdis bite her bottom lip. She only had a short time, seconds in fact, before it would wear off. Quickly moving, she moved in front of the man, dipping her hand into the green paint bucket she was still carrying and soaking it into paint. She dropped the can on the floor as she moved. Getting closer, she wiped her hand over his face in return, rubbing it in a little before running it down the side of his neck and leaning in, "Payback's a-" She whispered into his ear, finishing off the sentence that ended in a profanity quietly so no one else could hear. Her hand moved to his chest, she had started to wipe her hand on his shirt but it was pretty much also soaked in paint at this point that she was not getting it any cleaner... Pausing for a moment to look at it, she figured it was not helping. Scooping some of the white paint that he put on her with a finger, she booped his nose with it.

With that, she backed away as quickly as possible hoping that the spell lasted till then. It could have worn off at any moment. Swallowing, she exhaled softly. Pinning herself against the wall to get out of the way, in case he suddenly started to move at a normal speed, she continued, "I believe this colour goes well with your outfit, Mister Browne," She replied, dramatically looking him up and down to check out his rather multi-coloured assemble by now.

Suddenly, she turned and quickly moved down the corridor - away from him. "Oh, Mister Rainwood? Destroy him for me, will you?" She called out down the corridor with a smirk on her face as she gave the young Slytherin a firm nod of her head before quickly dipping out to make her exit as fast as possible.

Permission given by Caradoc to godmod the spell being successful.
[THREAD LEFT, unless prevented]

Atlas couldn't believe her eyes as she watched Professor Jensen annihilate Professor Browne as she covered him in a myriad of colors, taunting him all the while. Being the intense prankster she was, Atlas admired the devious side to her Professor letting out a loud laugh as Professor Jensen added a final boop of white on Caradoc's nose.

Her eyes went wide as she saw Hjørdis running down the hall to escape what was sure to be quite the backlash from Caradoc. There was still some confusion running around her head as she watched several more students running through the hallway creating more mess and chaos. How were the teacher's allowing this? She was almost positive they would be penalized for it, and told to clean up the mess but for the time being she was happy and messy so all was right in the world.

Pulling out a plastic bag of glitter from her satchel, Atlas had been saving for a random prank, she carefully rolled the sides of the bag down before walking closer to Caradoc and the other students. "HAPPY PRIDE!" She called out, taking Hjørdis' instructions she had given to a young boy as a free for all as she heaved the bag over her head watching as all the glitter shot out and fell through the air quickly sticking to her and everyone in the vicinity.

Taking a few steps back from the professor she had no idea what to expect from him but something told her that he wouldn't be holding back just cause they were kids. Considering following Professor Jensen out, Atlas's curiosity couldn't be negated as she died to see what would happen next or if any other mischievous students would find their way here.

It was a little sad there were no mirrors in the hallway, as Atlas wanted to see how unrecognizable she had become but there was still so much more to do and she couldn't let up now she convinced herself as she walked back to the table to pick out her ammunition color for the next battle.

Annie chuckled as she surveyed the sight unfold in front of her. She had luckily managed to escape the wrath of both her HoH and the Slytherin HoH and the "brunette" manned the hose - well she was not a brunette anymore thanks to PIERRE!". The girl screamed and turned suddenly in the boy's direction, surprised by his action. Forgetting she had the hose on full blast she sprayed the boy straight in the face. The Prefect started laughing and dropped the hose to clutch her stomach when she saw his face. "I-I'm so sorry wheeze n-not really that was pretty funny!" She continued to laugh, her stomach now starting to hurt but she managed to answer his question. "What better way to celebrate with paint and chaos?" With the pause of war she narrowed her eyes again before she threw a wet sponge at the boy's face and giggling before running away. She luckily had remembered that hoses weren't magical and if she accidentally left it on she could have flooded the corridors which would have been a nightmare to clean up let alone explain.

Annie watched an angry screaming professor run after Caradoc calling him an oompa loopa which made her snort. "You better run she's on your tail Doc! By the way orange is not your color.." The second year snorted in amusement and turned back to see Atlas who hadn't done a good job at protecting her from Piérre's onslaught but it wasn't her fault. Annie's eyes followed the yellow paint Atlas threw out of a bucket towards the frozen Caradoc as if it was in slow motion before a loud splash was heard, meaning the paint hit it's target. And she thought she was being targeted a lot. The girl stepped back a few paces when she saw Atlas have glitter in her possession Nope not again, I would not like to be turned into a glittery unicorn!". Luckily she didn't have to worry and saw the Slytherin HoH get the glitter over the head. Yikes, glitter is almost worst than getting out of your hair than paint, not to mention it'll be all over her body.."Annie shook her head slightly sympathetic for her. She took a look at her own hair seeing a blue glob of paint and a few specks of glitter fly from her hair. She probably looked like Thing One and Thing Two at this point except for the fact she was also covered in sparkles. What a sight to see, if only she had a mirror.

The girl glanced around for her next target or attacker and saw Alan and Jake run off to another area, tracking messy paint footprints through the corridors. She shrugged, maybe it was better before they ruined their clothing and hair with paint and glitter. A bubble of laughter escaped her lips when she saw the two professors continue to act like children and she could happily say that her Head of House got taken down by Jensen. "Way to go Professor Jensen! I mean- ah you'll get her next time Doc!" Annie had to quickly wipe the grin off her face hoping her HoH hadn't seen or else she would get a talking to later. She rolled her eyes, not too worried because she wasn't afraid of him especially when he looked like a rainbow had attacked him. The Prefect fled from the onslaught of glitter and paint to get to a semi-quiet space where she witnessed a girl slip on the paint slide she had created earlier. She winced before panting out somewhat sarcastically, "W-well I think it's going well?"

Word Count: 589 + 551 = 1140/1000 (Completed Word Count)

Interactions: @Piérre Marchonné & open!
Mentions: @Caradoc Browne, @Hjørdis Jensen, @Alan Vanes, @Jake Morris, @Atlas Reid and any others I might've missed

Interacting with @Ami Procoppio

Word Count: 916/1000

The little Ravenclaw stepped back and raised an eyebrow as she looked over her splash of color on the wall. It was... something, that's for sure. It's not the marble aesthetic that she was going for (Though some spots of it did have remnants of the marble swirls). Maybe she should've just painted over them with a paintbrush instead? She scratched her curly little head, wondering if she can salvage her botched paint job. After a couple minutes of some gears turning in her little mind, she accepted defeat and picked up a large paintbrush from the public table. Guess some baking techniques can't be applied to painting walls. A bit of a low-brain revelation, but hey, can't hurt to test such theories, no?

As she started repainting the walls and trying to fix her blotted mess, she heard a voice call out to her. She looked up and saw someone... familiar? Surely, she has seen him before. Or maybe he has a face like that... Nevertheless, after a few stares and squinting from Breana, she was taken aback by what the tall stranger said next. She blinked and looked around, before pointing at herself. "Wh-- Wait, what? Me?" She asked. Maybe this was a sort of Pride Month prank? Maybe the guy had a sorta Pride Month telegram service and he mistook her for someone else? As her mind tried to rack in any decent explanation for this conundrum, all of her possible theories were shattered as the fabulous-looking male locked eyes on Breana.

“Gorgeous.” He said. Is this... Is this real? Did she sniff too much paint fumes? Was she fantasizing about Pericles too much and her mind just conjured this hallucination to help her figure out her feelings for him? The last one may be a bit of a stretch, but right now Breana's trying to grasp at straws as to why someone, most likely older than her, would even talk to her like that. She cautiously held the guy's hand, Chad, shaking it timidly. The poor girl was still shell-shocked, and him being a tangible being isn't helping the Ravenclaw's mind figure out a conclusion to this anomaly of a scenario. "I'm... er, B-breana. Breana Oliveire." The girl stammered.

She felt her cheeks turn into a rosy hue as Chad continued to compliment her on her looks. She wasn't used to such amorous one-liners, much less from a stranger! Still, it'd be rude to just up and leave him, considering they've already exchanged pleasantries. Breana let out a small sigh of relief as the boy turned his attention to her blotchy art project. Finally, she can give her mind a break from all of that mental gymnastics. "Ah... yeah... Someone told me I gotta an eye for it, so..." She shrugged casually, awkwardly rubbing her arm. "And, er... I-- uh... Well, sure, why not?" Breana said, handing him a paintbrush as she grabs another one. She was grateful for some company as she joins in on this event, but with some serial romantic like Chad, all Breana could think about was mentally cursing herself as her young child-like mind is having a difficult time reciprocating witty flirty banter.

Mentions: @Dealla Prince @Percival Rainwood @Hjørdis Jensen @Caradoc Browne and everyone else around

Ileen came to a stop not far from Professor Browne. Her clothes were completely soaked with paint in various colors – it already started to feel cold on her skin.
Still prone on the floor, she didn’t even have a chance to make it back to her feet, when the Head of the House Hufflepuff was suddenly covered in dark red paint. And not only the Professor. The back of her body that had been spared so far, was hit by a big splash. A silent and indignant squeak escaped her lips and she flinched as the wet cold landed on her hair. What the heck…?
Even if she was not surprised that she had not gotten away unscathed, she had not expected to lie on the floor - or to get a full load of paint.

She turned and spotted the guy from the party who jumped in to save that disrespectful crazy girl. What was his name again? Ah, she really was bad with names. And again, he seemed to play the hero, this time supporting her Head of House. She, Ileen had just been collateral damage.
When he shouted someone should splash Professor Browne, she couldn’t help but snort contemptuously. Of course, she would always support Professor Jensen, but couldn’t he see that she was like… dealing with her own problems at the moment?

Anyways, the Head of Slytherin didn’t seem to have any problems destroying the other by herself. After freezing him with a spell and rubbing some paint in his face, she literally stormed of and left the battlefield with the children and the one Professor behind.
Before Ileen could figure out what to do next, Dee made her way through the crowed, picked up a can of paint and splashed it pack on the ‘hero-guy’ to take revenge for her. And that was the second time Ileen ended up as a collateral damage. The paint hit her right in the face. “Dee…!” With a gasp the young Slytherin indignantly wiped the pink color from her eyes. “Why…?!”

She fought herself to the feet. With a mixture of emulation and amusement, she spun back and forth between the two opponents trying to anticipate the next attack to doge this time. Well - resigned, she looked down on herself. In this case the color certainly hadn't made any difference, since she was already a walking human paint sponge.
Her eyes met the blue sparkling ones of Dee. Ileen was a bit touched that her best friend had immediately done justice to her, even if she had caught her in the act. The brunette Slytherin tried a disapproving look but failed miserably. Probably. she just looked like a colorful poodle. “I had imagined our afternoon differently!” She shouted accusingly through the noise of the battle and gestured at the spectacle that was taking place around her.
“But we are in this, together, right?” She gave her friend a cheeky grin and turned to the boy. As far as she knew her fellow housemates, he wouldn't let Dee's attack go unpunished. With outstretched arms she wanted to throw herself in his way to protect her best friend. Apparently, she had learned nothing from her last action. "Don't you dare..." Her feet slipped again and she stumbled straight into the boy like a Ileen-shaped paintbrush, adding pink to her and various other colors to him.

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Percival with the bucket of blue paint still in his hands turned towards Professor Jensen. He couldn't help the very small smile light across his face at the other's approving nod.

In his mind, he would do exactly what Professor Jensen had instructed him to do. Destroy the other Professor with another splash of paint. Percival had raised the bucket back again readying himself to throw more paint.

Though the boy didn't get very far carrying out his plan. Suddenly, Percival felt cold paint splash against his shirt. The boy looked down slightly flabbergasted as he watched large globs of baby pink paint drip from his shirt onto his slacks.

Percival's light brown shirt had always been accessible to getting stained. It was one of his favorite shirts, one that he would wear on days when not much was planned. It had been clear by the boy's state of dress that joining a paint fight had not been on his schedule.

The boy gawked as he watched the paint drip down onto his shoes. The boy was covered in paint practically from head to toe. His arms were splashed with the paint as well as contrasting with the color of his skin. The paint had even reached his face where splatters of paint resided on his cheek. The dark blue paint bucket in his hands had globs of pink mixed in.

Percival evidently no longer cared about trying to destroy the other Professor. Instead, his attention turned to the girl who dared to throw paint on him. It did not take him long to realize that he recognized the girl in front of him.

The boy could still hear the sharp twang his guitar had made when the girl had broken his guitar. It seemed like this girl had a specific knack at recking other people's property. Having zero care for other's belongings was honestly a downfall for one's character.

Percival glared at the girl and his hold on the bucket tightened. He couldn't wait to teach that girl some manners. What better way to get back at her then to splash her with paint?

The boy drew his paint bucket backward and lobbed the paint towards the girl. Though at the last moment he watched as another girl ended up running in front of the other.

Percival's eyes widened as he watched as a girl he recognized as a Slytherin threw herself to try and protect the other girl. His dark blue paint hit both Ileen and Dealla equally. The boy dropped the bucket in his hands in surprise. Barely noticing the loud clang as metal struck the stone floor. Percival had not expected the other girl to sacrifice herself for the other.

It didn't register right away that the girl had slipped and stumbled straight into him. Percival stumbled backward before getting his balance once again. Once he had his balance, the boy pushed the other girl off of him but not enough to make her fall over. The paint on the stone floor proved to be slippery, and he would rather not injure the other.

Percival looked down at his now ruined shirt. Once a light brown shirt, now looked like a rainbow had barfed on his shirt. It looked like his shirt was beyond cleaning, but he hoped that the house-elves would be able to save it.

The feeling of paint on his skin and shirt made him want to head back and take a very long shower. It wasn't hard to convince himself mentally to just turn around and leave. The boy was already at the end of his rope, and if he didn't leave he would most likely blow up at the other two. Percival grumbled to himself before turning around and heading back towards the Slytherin Dorm. All the while the boy cared little about the baby pink trail that followed after him.

Interacting with: @Ileen Knight @Dealla Prince
Mentions: @Hjørdis Jensen @Caradoc Browne

WC: 699 +535 = 1234/1000 (Word Count Completed)
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