Second Year Graduation Party PV2nd Year+Profs C

INTERACTING WITH @Quinn Healy & @Hjørdis Jensen
MENTIONS @Caradoc Browne
OPEN TO INTERACTIONS

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
Open for Interactions

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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INTERACTING WITH: @Quinn Healy, @Caradoc Browne, @Rosie Parker, & @Hjørdis Jensen
OPEN TO INTERACTIONS

What language was Quinn even speaking? Even when the badger boy spoke English, Alexx barely understood half of it. It was entertaining to hear, nonetheless. She giggled at the exchange between Quinn and... the guy? The dude? The man? What was she even supposed to call him? It was as if anything that anyone was saying, whatever title came before him, was going in one ear and out the other. Was she simply oblivious to the man? Perhaps that was so.

Turning back to Professor Jensen, Alexx smiled. "Oui, I am quite impressed with the outcome. Not to say that I didn't expect Marissa to pull all of this off, but..." She stopped herself, not wishing to say anything that might be rude. "Things appear to have gotten entertaining, anyway. She nodded, smiling still.

Upon the invitation to referee, Alexx nodded. "Alright, but be warned, I am brutally honest." She chuckled, going to the other side of the table. "Whenever you're ready, you two." She nodded to Quinn and... the man. She would need to learn his name and purpose! Given how wild and spontaneous that Professor Lear was, she wouldn't doubt if he just had some random friend wandering about the castle these days. Perhaps Lear adopted an Irishman off the streets, and that was who this person was. He might have been found outside of a Taco Bell or something like that.

Alexx's attention turned to Rosie, who was addressing Quinn, and probably that random guy as well. Alexx had only met Rosie on one other occasion, so she didn't know her all that well, but she still chuckled. "Quinn can take 'em!" She cheered on for her friend, eyes wrinkling at the ends in excitement. Truth be told? She had no faith in her friend at all. Not even a little bit. But she felt better cheering him on. It was what friends were supposed to do.

Speaking of friends, Alexx was still missing a few counterparts. She couldn't shake the thought of Ami, which was weird, because a few months ago she couldn't shake the thought of Bellamy. Why the sudden change of interest? What was with her? She was so distracted these days, and one person (outside of Kovacs, of course, who was an idiot, by the way) was taking up the majority of her time. Wake up, eat breakfast with Ami, go to class (sometimes with Ami), help Ami study, eat dinner (with Ami if she could help it), patrol, go to her dorms (and think about Ami?). In between she made time for people like Quinn or Scott, but damn was Ami consuming her! Not that she minded, of course. If she had anything against her new schedule, it would have stopped before it even began.

Pushing the thought aside, she turned her attention back to the match. Things were certainly taking an interesting turn. They always did when Quinn was involved. Quinn Healy certainly was the life of the party.

@Erin Ryan
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The poor Hufflepuff was forgotten as soon as Dymphna spotted Erin. It was a shame because she truly didn’t mean to abandon her, wanted to chat and get to know her but there was something about the way the Slytherin approached her. It didn’t seem to be in a bad way, only the simple option of dancing.

At her question, the blonde gave a shrug. “They aren’t all bad.” Her friend Reid came to mind but Dymphna didn’t see him come in, didn’t see Rosie wave to her either, too focused on Erin’s possible motives, if there were any. Maybe she was turning over a new leaf. It was never too late to do something good, her family lineage was proof of that.

The compliment made her cheeks redden slightly. A surprised laugh bubbled it’s way out of her. She wasn’t used to anyone outside of her family saying anything about her looks and even then, it was like they were obligated to do so. Dymphna couldn’t help but wonder though, was Erin only complimenting her because there was Veela blood running through her veins? Was she wanting a compliment in return?

A quiet thank you left her lips as she allowed Erin to lead her onto the dance floor. As they began to dance, Dymphna following the other girl’s lead, the conversation took a turn. There wasn’t any denying that Hogwarts was dangerous. Every time she turned around, there seemed to be someone in trouble, someone needing to go to the Hospital Wing - something strange indeed.

Felicity. What happened to her? It was as if she disappeared. As for Claryssa, no one told her the details. As if she would ask but it was strange for it not to be released to the public, wasn’t it? So many others seemed to vanish without a trace. Ben was someone that she trusted and believed in but there was a hint of doubt. She hated to think it but what if something happened as The Masked Figure? Worse than an injury that magic could fix.

A flash of anger that turned to concern rather quickly before she finally spoke. “You remind me of Sebastian,” whenever he had ended up. “He was always observing, calculating too.” The boy was something of a friend but it gave her butterflies to think of him. Ignoring the feelings, she focused instead how she was agreeing with Erin. Something she never thought she’d be doing. “Strange indeed. I don’t suppose you know something about it?”

Curious about anything she might know, Dymphna would try to lead her in dance towards the other end of the room, in case anyone was listening in. Looking around, there was quite a crowd now with Quinn and Professor Browne. She noticed Alexx, Rosie and Reid but Erin was right. The lack of second years was extremely evident at the party.