Closed Errand Mass Thread Not Quite Spring Cleaning

Keen Eye / Lovely Creature / Healing Sage / Calming Presence / Animagus

Interacting With | @Mylo Atkins, @Zach Zaphiere, @Alliasta Holista Mentioning @Elizabeth Stonewall | Speech | Interactions Open

October 5th Outfit

Rose was enjoying getting into the groove for this year. Classes seemed to be going well, she was learning more than ever, and she was looking forward to the next dueling stage, which was coming up soon. Rose had been going through a pretty rough year, but finally, things seemed to be looking up.

When she heard about a little cleaning day in the Divination classroom, Rose couldn't help but go. Sure, she had some homework this weekend, but a nice cleaning day sounded kinda fun. She even heard that her friend Mylo was coming, too.

The redhead climbed the ladder into the Divination classroom, and cast a glance around. There were already quite a few people in there, and, admittedly, the classroom did need cleaning. She wondered if it was just because of the new school year and all the chaos that came with it, or if something had happened more recently that caused such a mess, but the cleaning day did not seem uncalled for. It was good that lots of people had showed up, though, because as Rose's mother liked to say, many hands make light work.

The chalkboard outlined a few things that could be done, and Rose noticed another blank next to a few students' names, including Mylo. She picked up the chalk, wrote her name next to the task- cleaning crystal balls, windows, and mirror- and approached the students there already. As she arrived, she overheard Mylo asking a kid around their age about what he had done already, and then being bumped into by a bubbly-looking girl, who asked them how he was.

"Hey," she said, greeting the four already there. She was going to ask Mylo how they were, but the girl already had, so she decided to just join in on their conversation rather than try and just talk to Mylo. Rose cast her gaze at their cleaning objectives- crystal balls, mirrors, and windows. The boy she didn't know seemed to be currently working on crystal balls with his wand, and the mirrors seemed pretty clean, too. "I'm probably going to start on the windows, if that's okay?"

She pulled out her own wand, and directed her attention to the nearest window. A couple of them seemed to have been wiped down already, but not all of them. "Scourgify," she said under her breath while moving her wand in an S shape. She carefully guided the spell up the window, watching as the dirt and grime was magically cleaned. The window seemed to almost sparkle, in comparison to the one next to it.

wipe down the crystal balls, mirror, and windows
word count: 432/400

𝓙n the morning, on October fifth, Brookline sat on her bed, a ripped book propped on her small nose. Reading about healing, her short brown, white, black, checked dress spread out neatly on the bed, and her long black sleeves, peeking out of the dress’ shoulder straps, matched evenly with the fall aesthetic. Then hopping out of bed, Brookline tossed her book on the bed before tying a knot in her hair with a hair tie.

The Ravenclaw had heard about the “fall” cleaning the Divination professor. Clairmout, @Sereia Clairmount if that was her last name, had some issues last year where sly students thought it would be funny stealing or damaging the Kind professor owned in her pretty classroom. And Brookline wanted to help. Cleaning was fun. Not much funner than homework or reading, but much better than some awkward or weird thing some weird kids did. But. Whatever. Did Brookline care? No. She just wanted to clean. It struck her as something she really wanted and kinda had to do. Anyway... she was getting stiff. Again.

Luckily, the Divination classroom wasn’t too far from the Ravenclaw tower. In fact, the quite real Divination classroom was in a tower too! Just north! So crossing into the North Tower, where two classrooms, and an office stood. Brookline entered the Divination classroom, with nothing to lose. It was a pretty good classroom. Better than most classrooms, that’s for darn sure. She walked over to the task list, and peered at spit with dark blue eyes, figuring out what she wanted to do. Finally picking “find the missing cards from my tarot decks”. Soon, Brookline scribbled her name in her sometimes messy handwriting.

So Brookline walked over where two girls stood. Both of them had deep brown hair, and the Welsh pure-blood knew who they both where. Ophelia and Emily! The birthday twins! Their joint party was about month ago, and Brookline had attended. Emily was a good friend to Brookline, the Ravenclaw met the Hufflepuff when she’d gone outside to find the Hufflepuff gawking over different plants with mushrooms. And Ophelia was Brookline’s roommate, and their kittens couldn’t be happier! They love playing with each other, one time this year they escaped to play with the other.

“Hi Emily and Ophelia! Nice to see some friendly faces here!” Brookline’d chirp, her smile small, but bright, then while humming a tune her mother used to sing, she started looking for tarot cards, wherever and whenever she could find them. As her dark blue eyes did the work, her brain would space out and think about the healing book she’d just read.

Action: Dust down the shelves

Interacting With/Mentioning: @Sereia Clairmont and open for interactions!

Word Count: 244/400

OOC Notes: Reducio Speaking: b38900 Thinking: Italics

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Outfit: Reducio A yellow long sleeved shirt, black jeans, green jacket, and her usual satchel.

Zach heard a voice from behind. @Mylo Atkins. His fellow prefect of Ravenclaw. The way he introduced himself, Zach couldn't help but blurt out a giggle. “Yes, Mylo. Feel free to call me Zach. And nope. My eyes are fixed to these beautiful crystal balls.” But a girl @Elizabeth Stonewall, that Zach knew was also from the Ravenclaw, took her part to clean the crystal balls. An “oh” came out from his mouth.

Then another girl @Alliasta Holista, he didn't know who she was, bumped Mylo. Zach winced when it happened. He was too late to grab Milo aside. “Ouch,” he whispered faintly. The girl said sorry and asked if Milo remembered her. Pretty interesting. Should Zach leave his work to see what had happened or would happen between them?

And another girl @Rose Moon, who seemed like the eldest there, approached the four smaller kids that worked on cleaning the glass things. Zach remembered her even though he had never talked to her. She was a duellist and a member of Hogwarts Headliner, both of the extracurriculars that Zach left due to his burn-out. “Hello,” Zach nodded at her greetings. She asked if it was okay for her to clean the windows. “I see no problem,” Zach answered. A smile followed after the words.

Zach looked at the Ravenclaw girl that was now cleaning the windows. Oh, right. The crystal balls. He looked if there's any crystal balls left. “Scourgify.” He cast the Scouring Charm again after he found the others, almost at the same time as the eldest student.

Zach looked at Mylo and the girl who bumped him. “Let's clean clean before we have nothing to do left.” A wide grin bloomed on his face.

Action: Cleaning the Crytal Balls
Open for Interaction
Post I: 215
Post II: 286
Total: 501/400

interacting: @Sereia Clairmont | @Melisande Lennox
Open to Interactions

So far taking of care a large castle full of rowdy teenagers had been quite the responsibility. Magic (and house-elves) goes a long way, but Ruckus still had his work cut out for him as the caretaker. Not to mention the amount of discipline the average Hogwarts student required. When Profressor Clairmont asked him to help her with her classroom, and the job entailed watching students clean, Ruckus jumped at the opportunity. This would be the complete opposite of his experience so far: students behaving themselves and leaving the castle cleaner than they found it. It was a vacation of sorts.

Upon entering the divination classroom, a short jaunt from his own office, he was met by Professor Clairmont and Professor Lennox (another volunteer he presumed). He nodded to both, not sure how to begin the customary small talk. The hardest part of this job, an unexpected part, was just how much younger the staff all were. Ruckus was homeschooled, so he wasn't sure what the norms were, but seeing such young people become full-blown professors and whatnot did warm his heart. But also he did walk into every room feeling like the dad, or better yet, the estranged uncle. (Not to mention, he was probably old enough to be a grandfather to some of the student body.)

Professor Clairmont offered tea or coffee, giving Ruckus a much needed directive. "Aye, I'll take a cuppa tea. Thanks."

And Ruckus would stand there quietly, surveying the students and their work, happily drinking his tea—unless given another directive by student or professor to engage in conversation.

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Interacting with @Zach Zaphiere | @Rose Moon | @Alliasta Holista	Date - 05/10/24
WC 407/200	Color Legend - Mylo | Thoughts

As Mylo was waiting for Zach to respond to their question multiple things happened at once, two other students had come over in the mean time and started cleaning the rest of the glass that needed to be done. One of them they kind of recognised, but he couldn't place where from, but she was busy with the mirror at the moment so that wasn't a top priority.

What was a top priority was Zach's response, which came quite quickly once they had asked their question. Although Mylo didn't quite understand what was so funny about what they had asked, did they say something wrong? But before they could dwell on it too much they felt someone bump into them, not hard enough to knock them over but they did lose their balance ever so slightly, regaining it quickly though.

As she introduced herself they realised where he knew her from, the two of them were on the same team for the race they had done during the summer. "Oh, uhm. Hey. Yeah, no worries, it happens. The mirror looks nice and clean though. I'm doing good though, you?" Cringing at the way the words flowed out as smoothly as the cloth they were currently holding onto. They had noticed the room had become increasingly busy and it was starting to get ever so slightly overwhelming. Taking a deep breath they looked around at what still needed to be done and saw Rose, they hadn't noticed her coming up to them at all, with everything going on around them. Some of the tension they had been holding in dissipated ever so slightly "Hey. I thought I'd heard you might come, although I'm not sure how much more is left to do." A small nervous chuckle left them, noticing there was not much left to do. Especially as Rose then also used a spell to clean some of the windows.

"Okay, so I guess magic is the way to go. At least there's still some window for me to do". They thought, worrying a bit of the hem of their sleeves between their fingers and taking out their wand, pointing at some of the dirty windows and copying the other two spell casters. "Scourgify".

It was a lot easier, but there was something about cleaning stuff with your own hands that Mylo just couldn't explain. The quickness of magic did leave them wondering what to do next.

ABILITIES | STATS
Perfectionist | Wandmaker [Dragonheart, Elm wood]
sta • 8 | eva • 6 | str • 5 | wis • 9 | arc • 6 | acc • 6

Code by Ara Villa

⋖ 05/Oct/2024 | ENGLISH [#715380] | FRENCH [#b654a9] ⋗
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It had been a while since Evelynn had properly set foot in the Divinitation tower, not since she had finally decided to drop the course in favour of a more manageable timetable after the professor-at-the-time had been less than courteous about their--frankly unfounded--opinion that attempting to educate Evelynn on the finer points of the art was a waste of their breath. That encounter still frustrated her. In a moment of defeat and acquiescence that she need seek guidance from one more experienced than she, her doubts about hearing voices had been mocked and thrown back in her face. Not only had she left without any answers to the questions she'd sought to pose, she'd been humiliated and belittled. When the professor had taken leave of the castle--or been dismissed, she could never quite prove one way or the other--she had considered attempting to make a return to the eclectic classroom, but to do so would have meant having to choose between Ancient Runes or Care of Magical Creatures, something she ultimately couldn't do. And so she'd kept away.

At rumor of an errand to help the current professor refurbish a bit, however, Evelynn's curiosity had been piqued. A classroom was an opportunity to assess various facets of a professor. Were they neat? Orderly? What sort of decor did they prefer? Or none at all? How did they arrange their class? It was a way to figurately glimpse at the inner workings of their minds. And since Evelynn had already glimpsed the inner working of @Sereia Clairmont's mind once before in the form of a heartwarming memory of the holiday, it seemed only apt to compare it against her classroom. Plus, Evelynn did have a certain fascination with various forms of divination, drawn to cartomancy in particular.

Upon entry to the class, her eyes wandered its interior. It was largely the same as she remembered it, yet also entirely different. More inviting, in a way. Scanning those present, she noticed several familiar faces: @Emily Sheperd always seemed to find her way to such activities, the ball of sunshine having been an interesting addition to her improptu educating of younger years in near the forest the previous year. There was @Rose Moon as well, one of her long-time teammates on the Gryffindor duelling team. The two had never really properly, but were distantly acquainted in a sharing the same classes sort of way. Most of the others were younger years whose faces were vaguely familiar but whose names she would have had to fish from various memories to recall.

They were not what intrigued her in that moment, however, feet immediately gravitating towards the shelves. Two girls (Iris and Yolanda) seemed to be chatting amongst themselves as they organized and tidied up a pair of bookshelves stuffed to overflowing with various tomes and texts. Evelynn's fingers tingled with a desire to peruse their contents, to see if she could glean any novel notions from their titles and wisdom, but propriety dictated she exercise self-control and at least wait until the two had cleared away. A third girl (Maisie) had started puttering with the candles on one of the others and trying to arrange them in a coherent and pleasing way. Evelynn slotted herself next to her. It wasn't the candles that had drawn Eve's attention, however, but rather the cartomancy supplies. She only had a single deck, herself, a gold-leafed one with beautiful imagery. She had employed the deck for several readings for her tent-mates over summer, more for entertainment's sake than anything True, but the way she handled the professor's cards and items to imbue a reading with power and intuition suggested a desire for something greater. To See, to truly See and understand the visions and words and sensations that came to her. That would be the greatest gift.

Action: Reorganizing cartomancy/other materials on the shelves

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