A Winter Meeting SHC Open

Interacting with @Katrina Walker. Open to interactions!
Actions: Remember she's supposed to not know Kat, head over to the hot chocolate because who doesn't love a sugar rush just after dinner
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Lucia had almost completely forgotten about the Scavenger Hunt Club. She had signed up at the begining of the year, then promptly forgotten to attend all of the Hunts which had happened since then. Well, this time she was determined that she would remember and even went as far as to put a sticky note on the wall next to her bed saying SHC MEETING - JAN 10 - ROOM 402 - REMEMBER IT!!. The note certainly seemed to work, because after dinner on the 10^th Lucia got changed and immediately made her way to Classroom 402.

On the way there, she suddenly remembered something. Lucia knew Katrina, but she knew her as Rose, the third-year with family problems. (That was a very basic explanation, of course, as Lucia and Rose - no, Lucia, she's Katrina - had talked about more than just families in their anonymous letters.) Katrina, on the other hand, had no idea that Lucia existed and the Hufflepuff would rather keep it that way. Especially if she was to share any secrets...

Lucia quickly reached the right classroom and made to open the door before hanging back. Maybe Katrina was still setting something up? There had to be a reason why the door was closed, after all. Soon enough, though, the redheaded third-year opened the door for her and welcomed her [and anyone else who had been waiting] in.

Wow. The room had been done up so there was something for everyone, if you ignored one side of it. Maybe that was for seating, or something? Oh, no... the other side had blankets out for that. Then maybe... The treasure hunt! Lucia grinned at Katrina, then checked herself. For this evening, at least, she had to pretend that she had never heard of Katrina Walker, let alone spoken to her, let alone been keeper of some of her secrets. "Thank you for inviting me," she said politely, and made her way to the table of hot chocolate. Once she had gotten herself something warm to drink, maybe she would investigate the empty side of the room...

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[size=95Over winter break, Aspen was faced with pressure from her father to stretch her wings and join a few clubs. None of the clubs seemed particularly interesting to Aspen, that is until she heard about the Scavenger Hunt Club that is run by a 3rd year. As a lover of puzzles and all things riddled, Aspen thought this was the perfect club for her, and they even had a meeting coming up, a get to know you event.

After spending way to much time trying to figure out what to wear, Aspen began to make her way over to the classroom the meeting is going to be held in. As she enters, Aspen notices one girl with flaming red hair passing around snacks, she must be Katrina, and a few other girls wandering around and chatting. She stands by the door for a minute or so, collecting herself before entering the room.

Aspen walks up to the girl she deemed at Katrina and waves, "Hi, I'm Aspen. This is my first time at a meeting, anything I need to do?" As she waits for a response, Aspen looks around, wondering if there are puzzles or anything set up in the room, trying to get an idea of how the meeting will go.

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Michael rolled his eyes as he listened to another slytherin boast about one thing or other as he retied his shoes, using the table as somewhere to prop his foot. He was trying to hurry to the club meeting but he just. . didn't feel like it.

He slowly made his way through the halls, fingers on the walls, sliding up, then down, then back up as he walked. He hummed a muggle song that he had heard a girl singing as he pasted her. He made it to the classroom relatively quick, barely late at all. He walked in and looked around at the people there and frowned, all girls. It was always all girls. He sighed and took a seat behind them all, picking at his nails as he waited for something to spark his attention.

When he was so lost in boredom that he was officially zoned out, he started to think about what he would do for the summer. If he was denied rights to go home for Christmas, would they try the same for summer? Would they send him to his grandparents on his other side? Would they just give him to some friend willing to take the boy in for a couple galleons a night?

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Reminder for all members that this Winter Meet is available to join! If you would like to be on time to arrive, this would be the opportunity! Also a note for those who have already posted that I will be getting the modpost up in roughly 24 hours.

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@Adonis Thorn
@Sapphire Riddle
@Evelynn Decipio
@Miranda Everest
@Autumn Ivy
@Henry Knight
@Lucia Fox
@Heather Blair Moretti
@Robert Toukmond
@Valencia Vilks
@Callista Lovis
@Everly Charlton
@Thora Larkston
@Calypso Starling
@Michael Miller
@Paige Chase
@Aspen Summers
@Scarlett Aden
Wow do we have a lot of members now. I'm afraid this is a mostly old list so if I pinged you and you are not currently a member I apologize and please sent me an owl!

Social events... You could say Sapphire wasn't a fan. She would do it though, as she felt obligated to attend the Scavenger Hunt Club's functions. And hey, maybe branching out wouldn't be so bad. But at the same time, she was sceptical about it. If she pushed herself to the edge, how would things work out for her? Or other people, for that matter.

So there she was, standing in front of the door. She was a tad late, having completely forgotten about the letter she'd received. Quite embarrassing, if she was being honest. She tugged lightly at the edge of her turtleneck, thinking that she must look odd. She always did. She was a gangly teenager. And she had white hair. Adding onto the weird aura she must have, she slapped herself in the face. Even though it was only to snap herself out of her thoughts, anyone watching would probably give her that look... the one of judgement.

Finally, she worked up the courage to enter, looking around. Of the people there, she recognized a few. Katrina was one, of course. And then, to her surprise, was her quill pal, whom she'd met earlier in the year. Or last year, depending on how one looked at it. She first greeted Kat with a small hello, then waved to Michael. Then, as she normally would, she moved to stand by the wall. She didn't quite know what to do, so she looked around the room. She could always grab a drink or a snack, but for some reason, nerves were keeping her from having much of an appetite. It was an SHC gathering, so she assumed that there must also be some sort of ulterior motive. With that, she set to focussing more on her examinations. It would take a few times calling her name to distract her. Not that she expected anyone to try, of course.

Mentioning @Michael Miller and @Katrina Walker
Examining the room || Being socially awkward

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[font=century gothic]INTERACTING WITH @Katrina Walker[/font]

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The first Sunday after their return from the holidays had come swiftly. Classes had resumed, homework had piled up accordingly, and quidditch practices had resumed. On top of that, Evelynn had been allotted a fair bit of additional responsibility in the form of her Prefectorial duties which ate up nearly all of the spare time that she hadn't really had to spare to begin with. Under other circumstances, she might have had to set some of her extra-curricular club activities on the backburner in order to accommodate her new routine. Fortunately, the Headliner would be taking a break this month, freeing her from her regular Editing duties, and allowing her the time to spend it elsewhere.

Even still, she was not among those waiting outside the door to classroom 402 when it was first opened. Instead, she had taken the opportunity to complete a quick patrol of her designated corridors and rooms, making note of anyone who seemed as though they might be getting just a bit too comfortable where they lingered and unlikely to have packed up by the time curfew rolled around. She completed it quickly enough, however, and made her way to the fourth corridor with purposeful strides.

As one of the more senior members, this was not the first time Evelynn had made her way at the behest of a letter to a location decreed for a SHC meeting. Nor would it be her last. Those few hunts in which Evelynn had participated had been occasions fondly recalled. Except perhaps the final stroke of the last one. She had been a touch salty that the flying challenge had not been hers to carry out, and as it happened, their "champion" had been late to take flight and had lost them the race as a result. Nevertheless, the Scavenger Hunt Club had been quite the hit last year, the riddles challenging enough while still being very accessible to all members. And sufficiently variable to take into consideration the various skills and strengths of the team's members.

It was, however, the first time that for it to be held within doors, as well as the first time there had been anything other than a hunt involved. To see that this would be something of a meet and greet, especially so late into the year, had struck Evelynn as a touch odd, but she had simply shrugged her brow in indifference at the time and tucked the letter away.

On arrival, Evelynn slipped quietly into the room, offering Walker a, "Good evening, Walker," accompanied by a polite smile.

It seemed the upperclassman was already fairly cozied up upon her stool in the corner, a warm beverage in hand. Which seemed… odd, actually. Evelynn might have expected her to be standing in waiting in some central area of the room prepared to welcome everyone once gathered and provide some sort of opening speech and explanation to the evening's proceedings. Yet there she was, perched as though prepared to leave everyone to their own devices and simply observe from the figurative shadows; she wasn't even poised to be mingling.

Naturally, then, this led to the only logical conclusion that this area actually was set up to be some sort of hunt. Making her own way to the table set up for refreshments and snacks, Evelynn cast a cursory glance about to take stock of her environment. A number of students were there already, all of who were unfamiliar to her (although she would have a run-in with Fox the very next day at the courtyard turned Siberian snow-storm). To each of them she would likewise offer a polite smile and nod of her head in passing.

Under normal circumstances, it would be the people that would catch and hold her attention. But this club was the rare place where psychosocial observations deferred to environmental. Leaving the hot cocoa and fixings alone for the time being, Evelynn daintily plucked a candy cane from its holder, hardly pausing her stride in passing the table as she did. As fingers plied at the plastic wrapping, her steps carried her languidly about the perimeter of the room. The entirety of the room. Initially, only half of the class had been paid any mind. It had looked as any class would, with desks arranged in preparation for lecture. She'd simply assumed that Walker hadn't wanted to bother pushing them all to the perimeter of the class unnecessarily. But now she wasn't quite so certain.

Teeth snapped off the tip of the cane where it soon disappeared behind closed lips. For now, she kept her hands to herself, one arm braced across her abdomen, the other planting its elbow near her hip, holding the candied treat to hover near her collar. Back and forth she meandered through the desks and around the outside of the area clearly designated for socializing, eyes rapt for the slightest hint to get this hunt started.

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