Second Year Graduation Party PV2nd Year+Profs C

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Interactions -> @Alexx Séverin and @Caradoc Browne
Mentions -> @Hjørdis Jensen, @Marissa North, and everyone else
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It's quite refreshing to be able to talk to his good friend like this. It was true she was a great fun despite the somewhat short time he knew her. It would be no exaggeration to say that Alexx is one of the reasons why he was able to get out of his...slump if he's putting what happened to him lightly. He would forever be grateful to her for that.

"Aye that sounds like a right good idea ma friend. We can even go pester our heads of house and make a little show of it. No sense having this party be dead before it starts so it's time to add a bit of ma irish magic to liven up this place!" It was time for Quinn to act a bit crazier then he usually did. He felt justified in acting a bit crazier than normal and letting loose a bit. Not in a violent way mind you but letting loose none the less. Was it a bit out of character for him...maybe? But this was a party and it can't really be considered not acting your normal self if you constantly hide it and restrain yourself right?

"Anyway grabbing a drink sounds good. No sense standing around like some gobsmacked eijits." He laughed softly. "Hafta admit this place looks pretty nifty if ya asked me. Marissa did quite the job organizing this....should see if I can join her in making the next one." He wondered aloud as he also glanced around the whole ballroom seeing all who had already come. It looked a little dead still to him. He should do something about that.

With that said, he sauntered over to the punch table where the two professors were chatting from he could notice. He had never really met the head of Slytherin before but she seemed quite composed, pretty intimidating if you asked him, and carrying a certain air of...what was the word...elegance? Yeah that sounded right. The of course there was his own head house well the new one anyway. He seemed in all honesty from Quinn could tell bored. He didn't mean to stare too much he just enjoyed observing people it fascinated him how everyone could be different in some capacity or another.

Instead of going over right to the punch he went up to Caradoc. "Dia Duit Professor Browne." He extended his hand for the professor to greet a warm and welcoming grin on his face. Of course he had something else in his mind but that could be said after he finished his greeting. It was nothing too crazy or problematic. Maybe a bit too informal but it could be fun none the less. "Would ye be interested in a bit of an arm wrestling match?" He asked innocently. The request was a bit out of the blue and childish. But again he was still a child after all what could possibly hurt?

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{ Interacting with Caradoc Browne, Mentions Quinn Healy }

Silence fell on the pair. It was actually one of the more refreshing moments of the evening. Hjørdis made a lot of unnecessary small talk throughout her day. She did not mind it but she was used to working alone. Years of working alone made you a rather quiet person on the job. And yet, people often forced her to keep talking. It was nice not to have to force any conversation. At least, from her perspective. The Slytherin still needed to get used to having colleagues. It had slowly worn her down, over the months but she spent more of her time getting used to working with children. That was her priority.

Her left eyebrow rose slowly as she caught a glance at the Head of Hufflepuff's face and the expression on it. He wiggled his nose a little. Perhaps out of awkwardness? He may not enjoy the silence as much as she did. But she was here to work, not chitchat. Despite that, she could not help but smirk a little at the sight of his expression. Hjørdis lifted her glass of punch, covering the slight look of amusement playing on her lips as she took a couple of sips when he had turned to leave his glass somewhere. She fought the urge to laugh, remaining quiet and composed as she waited for him to speak again.

Hjørdis glanced over to him, as he started to speak once more. He took some steps backwards, as though trying to flee from the awkward scene. Oh how she was tempted to tease him. The urge to be like, 'oh no, you handle it. I have a meeting with the Headmaster' was real. She could easily have said it and walked out before waiting for a response. Unlike him, she was unafraid of looking rude and impolite. But she had no intention of leaving so soon. If she wanted to leave, she would not have attended it. She ought to stay for a bit longer to make sure everything ran smoothly.

"Oh?" She replied, as though she totally believed the excuse. She did not. There was enough of a vagueness in his words that it seemed like nothing but an excuse. "Of course, Professor Browne," She continued with a nod, accepting his excuse as she brushed the loose hair off her face. A part of her regretted not spending time plaiting it for the occasion but it will do for now. Hjørdis did not engage in further conversation, allowing him to make his exit without a further word if he wanted to.

The Slytherin Head merely observed the newcomers entering the room. In general, everything looked good - for once. A student approached them and spoke to Caradoc. Her eyebrow quirked slightly as she heard Irish being spoken. She did not hear many people speaking Irish these days, especially not children. It was good to see that the language was not completely lost. Her own cousin often spoke Irish to her but she always thought Dymphna was an exception. It was nice to know that other families taught their children to speak their mother tongue too. The young child further pulled her attention at his request. He challenged the tall man near her to arm wrestle. Well, if nothing else, that was surprising. Most definitely a random challenge but it was rather entertaining nonetheless.

A small smirk tugged on the edges of her lips as she looked at Caradoc. The Professor was trying to flee from the event, and here he was being challenged by a child. Hjørdis was definitely in a good mood now. Her worries were easing with every moment. She was pleased that the event was not full of fire, which seemed to be the go to move. The temptation to tease Caradoc was incredibly real right now. Oh how she wanted to say that he could not handle such a challenge. It was probably not the best first impression of her, however. She remained silently. The expression on her lips, however, spoke louder than her words ever would. His plans to run were being challenged. 

She had no idea who this child was. But he was instantly growing on her.

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The Head of Hufflepuff would have been mid-turn towards the door as young master Healy called out for him. Caradoc would close his eyes and wish it to just be some instinctive sound his mind had projected. Sadly, he could instantly hear the thick irish accent of Quinn behind his back. Not that he hated Mr. Healy. In fact he did not hate anyone at all. Especially his badgers. But that sweet butterbeer... would have to wait.

Did that twelve year old whippersnapper just challenge him? He'd turn around in almost a singular rotation on the heel of his foot, both of his arms resting on his hips. He'd wiggle his nose again as he seemed to be thinking on what had just transpired. And he could have sworn he saw the head of Slytherin smirk just then. He'd chuckle in her direction as he could not contain himself from grinning surprised.

"Dia duit, máistir Healy" His Irish accent would suddenly pop out without warning. Up til now he had been fairly succesful in maintaining a neutral english accent. Which he primarily contained for clearer pronunctiation of both spells and dialogue. "Ye tink ye can handle a wee challenge, broc cróga?" There was no way an Irishman was going to turn his back to a arm wrestling match. He'd have preferred a stiff drink along with it. But the lad's spirit and the lady's attention would have to do.

With a firm step forward he launched himself back towards the table where Jensen would still be standing and retrieved his glass. No matter how unpleasant the drink would be in comparison to what he could have had in his hands by now, he'd down it in one go and bring the glass down to the decorated wood. He'd briefly wink at the slytherin professor as he nodded over to the young Hufflepuff. "Alrite then Healy." His voice would sound a little lower and rough around the edges with his accent. "We'll pick a table and settle dis." He ruffled the ginger's hair and nodded over to an empty table. "Perhaps professor Jensen would like to be our referee?" He ask as he slowly continued walking backwards towards the table. Bot arms open wide as his shoulders shurgged up to extend his invitation.

Oh how his daughter would have laughed to see him like this. She would not have stopped giggling up to the point she had to fall asleep of exhaustion. Her old man finally being set straight by a boy not even a handful of years older than her. The mere thought of her smile would have Caradoc laughing under his breath. It would be too obvious to see he could not stop smiling while thinking about her. Silently he'd roll up his sleeves. Rather carefully and neatly folded on top of each other. He still had to look the part. Whether she had joined him or not, his colleague would be watching no doubt. He had definitely seen a smile on those curved lips. And he would never pass a chance to make anyone smile.

He'd rest one elbow on the wood and have his hand ready to grasp Quinn's. Of course he was stronger than the boy. He had no doubt the boy had the heart to beat him, but those arms would still need a bit more fluff on them. Nevertheless, he knew what to do. "Are we ready?"

@Marissa North @Erin Ryan

The blondes eyebrows furrowed in concern for the Hufflepuff. When Marissa smiled, she relaxed and smiled back. Dymphna wanted to ask what was wrong but it didn’t seem to be the right time — she didn’t want to ruin the party, especially not for the host herself.

It seemed that Marissa was a shy type, not used to talking with almost strangers or was there something more to it? Dymphna briefly wondered if it had anything to do with her sister whom she worked with on the newspaper during their first year. It came as a shock to her to hear about the funeral. Before a frown could make its way onto her face, she gave her another smile.

“Are you excited for Divination? I can’t wait to see if I have any talent for it. Interesting subject, that.” She wondered if Professor Benoit would be around tonight but looking around, there weren’t many people there. Quinn seemed to be trying to fight Professor Browne? Maybe Hjørdis would referee.

Then there was Erin. The Ravenclaw refrained from rolling her eyes when she was approached. They had gotten off on the wrong foot a few times - in classes when the Slytherin disrespected Professors and again when she made comments to Serena after she received a Howler from her family. What a birthday present that had been.

Dymphna was raised with manners so when she spoke, she put on a false smile and tried to be polite, even if she did take a step back for personal space. Maybe Erin had changed since the year before. If how wrecked the library was then probably not but shouldn’t she give her a chance, the benefit of the doubt? “Why not one of the boys?”

There weren’t many boys there in the first place, Dymphna observed again as she made her way out onto the ballroom floor. Small talk was something she enjoyed but she could count on one hand how many words she had said to the girl in the past. Not many at all, preferring to ignore her than give her leverage to use against her. “So, what’s the catch? There has to be some reason you approached me.”

INTERACTING WITH @Quinn Healy & @Hjørdis Jensen
MENTIONS @Caradoc Browne
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Alexx chuckled at his suggestion. Pestering Professor Jensen? That sounded like a nightmare, and Alexx was into it. Plus, Quinn's enthusiastic state did put her in the mood to get herself out there. "That sounds like a fun idea. I'm not sure if Professor Jensen likes me much. I'm not sure if Professor Jensen likes anyone much, actually." Alexx followed him to the table, grabbing a glass of punch. Who even drank punch? She couldn't believe this was a real thing that was served somewhere. She understood something like a coke or perhaps Kool-aid, but seriously, what the fuck was punch?

Nodding at her friend, Alexx agreed. "Not bad." That was all that she could say, because anything more felt awkward to her. She wished that she contained more emotions, but she simply didn't. Alexx wasn't lively or loving. She cared a lot about her friends, for sure. In fact, she had three close ones, one of those being Quinn, that she would give the world to if she could. However, the poor girl simply did not understand how to express that in words. That was half the battle, and she lost it for sure.

As Quinn went to go challenge that man from earlier, the one she couldn't recall the name or purpose of (though she was beginning to suspect that he might be someone important), she made her way over to Professor Jensen. "Evening, Professor," She quipped kindly in her French accent. "It appears my friend has left me to meet the end of his arm usage, so I've come to bother you for the time being. Are you enjoying the party?" It was small talk, something that Alexx hated with all of her 98 pounds. If she could put her entire being into the hatred of small talk, it might not have realistically been a lot, but it would measure the amount of hatred just fine.

Her eyes didn't leave Quinn, watching as the man accepted the challenge. She eyed the two with enthusiasm, the same smirk that could be found on face of the professor was also plastered across her porcelain colored skin. Most of what Quinn did was amusing, there was no doubt about that, but this was certainly a sight to see. As the man volunteered Professor Jensen to be the referee, Alexx chuckled. "I believe in you, Quinn. You can take him." She encouraged her friend jokingly, though she did have a lot of respect for him. A 12-year-old boy putting a fully-grown Irishman to the test? The odds were not in his favor, but he had spirit, and that's what mattered.

Where was Ami in a time like this? Or Scott? The two would be enjoying this immensely. Hell, where were all of her friends? She surely knew more than one second year. In fact, she knew that she did. There was... Well, there were three people! Three people who she liked the most of all! It was Quinn, Ami, and then what was that idiot's name again? Reid, or something like that.

Sighing to herself, she watched Quinn and the man still, silently awaiting Professor Jensen's response to the two of them. It was certainly interesting, the situations she found herself in when she was with Quinn. Alexx held a lot of respect for the kid. He was clearly going through a lot, but he still found it in him to be lively and wild. She smiled at him yet again, but a bit softer this time.

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Interactions -> @Caradoc Browne
Mentions -> @Hjørdis Jensen and @Alexx Séverin
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Quinn was almost too giddy to contain his excitement. He honestly did not think the professor would agree to such a request. He was even more surprised to hear the professor respond to him back in his mother tongue. Oh the surprises this one had. He would never admit what he was thinking though he couldn't help the massive ear to grin that quickly graced itself upon his face.

"Aye ah know ah can handle a challenge. It ain't wee if ah'm the one challenging broc mór. After all..." He started to walk over to Professor Browne taking off his suit jacket and draping it on his shoulders. All the while he quickly undid the buttons and rolled up his sleeves to just above the elbow. "...Buailfidh mé le do bhrón agus déanfaimid ceiliúradh ina dhiaidh sin." He practically had a shit eating grin on his face.

He glanced to the professor and then Alexx winking. Walking up to the table he bent over and rested his dominant elbow down grasping Professor Browne's hand as firmly as he could. He was ready, his spirit was ready and flaring. He hadn't felt this pumped about anything in a long while and he was going to enjoy every single ounce of it for as long as he could. "Ready to lose sean broc?" He raised a brow inquisitively challenging the older man. If his granda was here he'd probably smack Quinn for showing so much disrespect then invite them both for a drink for being in his words 'true irishmen'.

The thought made him giggle and want to get to know his new head of house more. "Ready when ye are." It was obvious that Quinn was being playful and just trying to have some good fun. "...unless ya know ye be a dry shite." He knew full well what the insult meant thanks to his grandfather who quite literally cursed like a sailor. In this context it might be stretching it a bit. But with his thick Dublin accent now showing and the way of his tone he hoped it came off as nothing but harmless talk to play up this silly little act.

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{ Interacting with Caradoc Browne, Quinn Healy & Alexx Séverin }

Hjørdis paused as she saw her colleague stop. His escape seemingly had failed. He should have run whilst he had the chance. It was no surprise that he was forced to stay. What did surprise her, however, was the accent. Her eyes quickly shot to him, a little taken back by the thick Irish accent that came out of his mouth. It was not there moments ago. She would not have guessed he was Irish as well. The Head of Slytherin quirked an eyebrow slightly, not expecting any of the words that he said to come out of his mouth. It certainly sparked her curiosity a little and pulled her attention.

Although she did not have an Irish accent herself, she understood the words that they said. She was not fluent but she could hold a conversation. Her mother, after all, was Irish. Hjørdis had not grown up with her mother's side of the family. She reconnected with them during her teenage years, which was when she started to pick the language up. However, she had not lived in Ireland or around them for more than a month at a time. Occasional trips in the summer holidays was more her speed.

Hjørdis said nothing, simply watching the pair interact. The change in Caradoc's outward personality was quite remarkable. It turned from professional and a bit awkward to very friendly in a matter of moments. He was likely very good with children. The little badger that he spoke to was definitely growing on her. Healy. That was the name that she made a mental note of. The young Healy was definitely full of spirit, energy and passion. Or perhaps overly confident. Either way, it was rather amusing to watch him smack talk a man taller and broader than himself.

The female simply took a sip of her punch again, as she noticed Caradoc downing the contents of his own glass. Quirking an eyebrow, she could not help but wonder if he was hoping it was something stronger than fruit juice. If stereotypes were anything to go by, the Irish could certainly drink. He almost acted like it was a fine firewhiskey in the glass. She noticeably quirked her eyebrow as the man proceeded to wink at her.

"Good evening, Miss Séverin," Hjørdis replied, careful with her surname, as she turned her attention to the girl who had approached her. She knew Alexx relatively well. Whilst they had not spoken much in a casual setting, she knew of her work as a Prefect. Professionally speaking, the pair had spoken and worked together. She shook her head lightly, "It's no bother at all," She admitted, having no qualms with being disturbed. Hjørdis had kind of grown used to it. If she wanted peace and quiet, she would stay in her house. Everywhere else, she was available to be disturbed.

"The party is certainly exceeding my expectations, and what about yourself?" She asked the girl. In truth, her expectations for the party was low. Hjørdis had expected danger within the first minute. The longer they went without risking the safety of the students, the more she could relax. That and Quinn's suddenly request was rather intriguing. She had learned quite a bit in a matter of mere moments. 

Whilst small task was not something she enjoyed, she understood its purpose and continued the conversation. "Oh, I don't know... Mister Healy looks like a winner right there," Hjørdis continued. Quinn certainly did not lack enthusiasm. As she spoke, she heard her name spoken once more. The pair of males appeared to have picked a table, and a referee. She nodded once, simply to say that she would referee the match on Caradoc's request. "Miss Séverin, care to referee the other side?" She asked, inviting the young Slytherin to join them. In an arm wrestle, it was always best to have a referee on either side. Of course, that was more in championship matches, which got a bit more intense than she expected this one to go... However, nonetheless, she invited the student to join them.

She took the last sips of her drink, almost necking it down in a rather elegant manner. She almost choked on it when she heard the Irish words for 'Old Badger'. He was definitely in a playful and teasing mood, it seemed. Within moments, she had returned the now empty glass to a spare table and approached the boys. "My money is on Mister Healy here." She said, placing her hand briefly on Quinn's shoulder in support as though she were betting on the match. The Professor moved to position, standing near the table, almost smirking at the whole situation. If nothing else, this party was certainly proving to be a little more entertaining than she had expected.

Both the boys decided that they were ready for their duel. Hjørdis glanced over towards Alexx, with a quick nod with a tilt of her head towards the two contestants as though to say 'please go ahead and start it'. She gave the second year the honour of starting the match whenever she was ready to do so. Mister Healy appeared to fit every Irish stereotype it seemed as he insulted Caradoc. She raised an eyebrow slightly. A true Irishman would know how cutting that insult was meant to be. Interesting.

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