Library Lock-In Ravenclaw Closed

Why her? Eri caught the ball and immediately said. "Swim team, cross country, and lacrosse." Now she she didn't know who to toss it to. "Phaedra" She tossed the ball towards the Ravenclaw prefect.

Swim team-The reason she chose that to say as one of her three words was because she has been on a swim team since she was 8. It was one of her hobbies that she loved to do and I think was also a great passion of hers. It also brought fun family completion since her brothers were also on a swim team. It was a lot of fun.

Cross country-Another sport. Well Eri does lots of sports but she wanted to say some that nobody has said yet. And it was a fun sport. Running gave her a sense of freedom. Some of the courses she had run were cool like the one she had ran through some woods. That one was get favorite.

Lacrosse-A third sport. Now this one was very fun. It was aggressive and very easy to get injured, but that didn't make it any less fun.

Hopefully by knowing she played a bunch of sports especially lacrosse would tell people she was tough and not easily broken.

Phaedra had watched, clipboard in one hand, as Adam distracted the Ravenclaws with a cute little game. The gist of it was to pass around a ball and whoever it landed on were to introduce themselves with three, simple words. It was easy enough. 

Before Windstone's voice could process, she had taken a glance down at her clipboard for a split second and was totally thrown off guard by the ball flying at her head at the odd angle, but luckily, any potential embarrassment had been avoided by a quick reflexive movement of her arm. Agility had its perks.

"Oh! Thank you, Eri," the prefect said, lowering her left arm that held the beach ball to press it against her hip. There was a brief pause as she gathered her thoughts, giving light taps to her chin as she did.

"Let's see. Cats... Greece... and... writing?" Her face began to flush red at the last word. It was no secret that she worked on the Ravenclaw newspaper, but what she only showed to a select few (her closest friends) were the fiction short stories she had created on her own. She knew that she was no Tolkien, far from it as a mere eleven-year-old, but it still was an activity she enjoyed thoroughly as a means of expressing herself, especially in a household where her life was otherwise decided for her. As for Greece, it was obvious - her entire family was Greek - and cats, well, to Phaedra they were the absolute best animals in existence and she could hold long, passionate arguments with anyone who thought otherwise.

Eyes scanning over the small circle of Ravenclaws, Phaedra tried to remember who had gone and who hadn't, and upon seeing Celynne Flores standing there, someone she worked with on The Diadem, she tossed the ball to her. "Celynne Flores, your turn!"

Words are power, the Latin meant, especially ones from the subconscious and what better demonstration than this game? Still, she was caught quite off guard as she heard her name from the Prefect's vicinity. The ball caught her on the upper arm as she turned, sliding down to her forearm before she caught it gracefully with her other hand.

"Oh," was the first thing she said. Why did she have to be chosen? Well, at least she had spent the few seconds before her turn thinking up possibilities-- and yet she was nowhere close to ready. "Um-- incommodesticus," she blurted out, a faint blush rising into her pale cheeks as she realized that she had, quite literally, said the exact word that she was thinking, even if it was in Latin. It didn't translate, really-- something to the like of an uncomfortable, untimely situation-- and so she moved on.

"Outré," she continued thoughtfully-- eccentric, peculiar, curious. Perhaps she should have chosen curious instead; its double meaning seemed more meaningful, yet this word had a little of its own... kick to it. Someday, someplace, she would like to learn French, the language of art, just as Italian was the language of music, or Latin was the language of wisdom. Text

"Remember," the girl finished sadly, much more quietly. What she could not do by herself, what pained her so to do, yet what she yearned to do, what she needed to do. Nobody would know its meaning-- its meaning to her, unless they had seen her flashbacks, understood what they were, and only with her consent, her help, could they understand... and it was nearly nobody who had her permission to know, even as she sometimes wished for someone who would know of it.

Now Cel held the ball in her hands, scanning the crowd for possible victims-- ahem-- participants. Who else was left? There were a few who hadn't been chosen to speak yet, but she didn't remember their names... well, there was one-- one whose name she remembered, although she hadn't quite known her very well just yet.

Luna, Luna Aurelius, that was her name. "Luna," she parroted after her mind's words and closed her nearsighted eye to chuck the ball softly at the light-haired girl. Perhaps she would have given it to someone else... if only she had enough motivation to look harder for those whose names she remembered.

Luna felt like she had cheated, just a little. With the ball passing around from Ravenclaw to Ravenclaw, she had time to think of relevant words for whenever it arrived at her. And so it had, as she raised her arms to catch the ball, letting it hit her chest and fall to rest in her lap.

“Determination”, she declared, her voice with it's ever airy and soft tone.

Of course, that was her entire core. The determination to prove her worth. To prove her mother wrong. To find and get her answers from her father. To make her foster mother proud. To show that even those who started with nothing, could make something for themselves through sheer force of will.

“Wands”, she continued, this time her tone becoming more questioning as her brain sped ahead of her trying to come up with her final word.

Wands were her newest passion upon discovering the world of magic. The knowledge it took to craft them captivated her, and as such, she was determined to make it her future career. She adored her wand as well, it’s beautiful white hue a perfect compliment for her unique hair. Since she had started Hogwarts she had dedicated a significant amount of time to learning as much as she could about wands altogether.

“Perception”, she breathed out, her task finally complete.

A guiding skill she had honed throughout childhood. It helped her survive and read those around her. It helped her gather information not freely given. Besides, she considered it a vital skill for anyone, no matter what they intended to do.

Finally done, she glanced around the room, checking for anyone she may know. And her tendency to avoid social contact became more clear to her as she didn’t personally know any of the remaining Ravenclaws. She thought back to the Sorting Ceremony, hoping to rely on her memory to remember names. It only took a few seconds to match a remembered name to a face. She gently tossed the ball on an arc through the air.

“Carmen Holloway”, she called as the ball sailed.

"Do you know Taboo?" Valerie asked Carmen. It sounded familiar but she couldn't place it. Valerie pulled out something of her's but before Carmen could see what it was. A boy with a mess of blonde curls addressed the room.

"Hi again, everybody! As much as I hate to interrupt your conversations, it looks like all of us are ready to get the night started, so we're going to go ahead and do that! You'll have plenty of time to talk throughout the night. I'm sure you've noticed that not quite everybody is in here, but if they get in late, we'll fill them in. Now, let's get this show on the road! Everyone grab a seat -- the floor is fine, but if you want a chair, you can drag one over -- and I'll introduce the first game." After he finished Carmen grabbed her chair and dragged it over to the middle of the room near where other people were sitting. Blondie explained the rules of the game, or rather the excuse for everyone to get to know each other. The so-called game was just describing yourself in three words.

After Blondie described himself he through it to the boy who had been assaulted by the candy. Apparently, his name was Jeronimo. The ball continued around the room, finding it's way to one of Carmen's dormmates, who Carmen believed was named Luna.

"Determination, Wands, Perception." The girl said before calling Carmen's name. Carmen was so surprised she dropped the ball. Leaning down to pick it up she tried to think about what to say.

Once she had the ball picked up, "Music, Robert, Lucifer." Oh god. Hopefully, they didn't think she was a satanist. She had meant her cat, not the devil.

"Valerie," Carmen called before tossing the ball over to the girl and to her embarrassment, the ball hit her in the face.

Valerie listened to the Prefect as he began to talk about a game they would play, putting the game she'd taken out to show Carmen back on top of the pile of the rest of her things. They had a whole night, so she could show the game to her new friend later. Instead she gathered close together with the other Ravenclaw students and memorized the rules of the game the called "Quick thinking". It sounded fun enough to her hears and it would also give all of them a chance to learn more about the others.

Valerie hadn't made many friends yet in Hogwarts, so she was excited at the prospect of getting to meet more of her fellow housemates. The game was fast and she was surprised by how many of the others talked mentioned music or sports when they talked about themselves. She'd never been on a sports team and hadn't learned an instrument either and it made her consider to at least learn to play the piano or the harp from one of her grandparents.

The one that really drew her interest was a black-haired girl, who first said a word in Latin and then suddenly spoke French. Her choice of words however made not much sense to Valerie. Still, the other Ravenclaw student fascinated her.

Next was a pretty girl she didn't know who passed the ball on to Carmen, who talked about a Robert and Lucifer and left Valerie wholeheartedly confused. He didn't have time to ponder her words however, before the blond threw the ball at her.

She inhaled sharply when it came flying straight towards her face. Luckily Valerie's reflexes were good and she managed to catch the ball with both hands a few centimeters away from her nose. "Whew!" she squeaked in surprise and exhaled slowly, taking the ball in her right hand.

"Muggles." That was the first word that came to her mind. Her family lived like muggels, among muggles, so that fit her quite well she thought. "History," she added a second later. There was nothing she loved more than to discover ancient things and explore castles and ruins built by people hundreds of years ago. History was great.

At the last word she drew a blank. "Um... vineyards!" That was another word about her life at home, but Valerie couldn't think of anything better on short notice.

"Next..." She searched the crowd of students for a familiar face and found a dorm mate of hers. "Clarisse Mosse!"

She threw the ball to Clarisse and hoped that she had better aim than Carmen.

Clarisse found the ball flying towards her, and realised she had had all this time to think about what words to say without thinking about what words to say. For a moment, she panicked, mouthing like a fish out of water. Finally she spoke, finding that after that initial panic, the words came out naturally. "Book. Why." At least, the first two did. She wriggled some more, thinking back to see if she could copy someone else.

It would have helped if she had paid more attention to them than just briefly nodding. "Physics."

That had to do.

Then Phaedra announced they were done, and as told, she balanced the ball awkwardly behind her, well aware how easily that could roll off. If only that had been announced a little sooner.

Clarisse glanced around, looking for a partner. The nearest person to her was a friendly looking (if someone could look friendly) boy, what was he called, Midas. Clarisse could only remember that name because it was like that king. Midas's touch. If she had remembered that correctly. For a second, her heart reeled, stopping her from saying anything. Then, once she had mustered up her courage: "Do you want to go with me?" She smiled, then smiled some more because she didn't know what else to say.

She had to say something. "What do you think we're going to do? Given we need our wands, it has to be magic, right?" The girl was almost glowing at the thought.

After the icebreaker had ended, the weights had magnificently lifted off Emma's shoulder. Whether she was going to get the beach ball back or not, she was glad to know that the game was over. She had heard some interesting things about the rest Ravenclaw, well, most of her house. Some interesting, some strange and a little bit of both.

Partners? She didn't like the sound of that. Even though she liked to communicate with others, she wasn't so keen on letting them share her gratification. It was a sense of joy she got when she accomplished a good grade, but this time, she had to have a partner whether if she liked it or not.

There was only a handful of people she knew well inside of the library, nevermind, one person. Valerie, the girl who was just as adventurous as herself. Perfect, I suppose. She thought to herself recalling her image inside of a special mirror. It had been a few months since she had last spoken to Valerie, but it was better than being partnerless, well maybe not. 

It was strange. When she needed courage, she never had it, yet sometimes she had almost gotten herself killed by her dauntless behaviour. Overdramatically inhaling, she began to wander over to her friend. If this was an inter-house event, why did she feel so pressured to make a friend... she hadn't made one since the start (that was a lie). 

"Hey, Valerie! Do you want to be partners?" After all, kindness was the way to go, wasn't it? There was no such thing as being too nice, and if so, that definitely wasn't her. 

Valerie was a little surprised when the Prefect girl whose full name she still didn't know - Fhae or something, she should have asked her about it - introduced a new game. Riddles. Valerie loved riddles and puzzles, all kinds of them. She was fairly good at solving them, too, and started to feel a bit better about not being a artistic, musical or sports person. In this game she could show her strengths!

Looking around her grey eyes searched for a familiar face. Clarisse had turned to the boy beside her and was talking to him, so she was out already. Carmen was her next thought, as they'd played a good game of chess earlier, but for some reason Valerie couldn't find her pretty friend among the group of students. She was about to move through the throng of students and search for her when another girl stopped before her.

Valerie grinned automatically when she looked at Emma Hill. They'd been on a fabulous adventure together. With Emma as a partner she would certainly have a lot of fun in this game. "Hey, Emma," she greeted the other First Year happily. "I'd love to be your partner. This game sounds super fun! Do you like riddles? I bet we'll do great together."

"Hey Cecile Queen? Do you want to be partners?" Eri asked Cecily and stood there while she waited.

Eri was hoping that this next activity would be fun and intresting. Though in Hogwarts something interesting always happened so she was hoping adventure would happen during the lock in, but it was the library so she wasn't sure anything wouldn't happen. If it did it would be great. 

The brunette looked around at the shelves hoping something intresting would happen, but for now all was calm and normal. Probably how it would be all night.

The brunette stood still and just waited for cecily queen to answer her question. Worse case scenario she would say no and Eri would have to find someone else to partner with. That would be embarrassing. 

Eri wiped her hair out of her face and looked at the ground and waited. She had her wand out, but she probably wouldn't use it. Hopefully she wouldn't have to use it. She didn't like using her wand very much. Eri twirled a piece of her hair in between her pointer finger and thumb. She looked up at the ceiling and yearned for something to happen they was exciting.