Lightbulb Moment! Errand Open Closed

| Date: 12/2/22 | Time: evening | Interactions: closed | English | Irish (Gaeilge) |
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I had decided to head to dinner early, because I wanted to eat and then take a walk in the cold. I hurried down from the Ravenclaw tower, wishing that it was way closer to the great hall. At least the owlery wasn’t far away.

I walked through the door expecting for it to be empty except for maybe one or two people who had the same idea as me. Instead, there was a group of a few students all sitting at one of the tables. I spotted a girl wearing a purple badge with the letter P on it, so she was a prefect. She welcomed me, and told me that a errand that was for designing a prototype of something that would fix a problem in the magical world.

I wish I had just waited until dinner to eat, but it was too late to turn and go back to the Ravenclaw tower. Plus I had already climbed down like seven sets of stairs to get food. There was a small section of the table that had snacks sitting on it, and a loud growl came from my stomach. These snacks are just calling my name. I thought as I walked over and picked up one of the small plates. I put a few different things and went back to a empty spot at the table. Ok. So. All I have to do is think of a problem. That’s in the wizarding world. I told my brain before it went to all of the human problems like slow transportation.

I pulled out a fresh piece of parchment and my quill. I didn’t know how long this invention was supposed to be, but I knew I had to find something. It would be weird at the end of the night if I didn’t have anything written. I shook the nightmare feeding throughs out of my head and turned back to my work. I had do find something. I stared at the parchment, and listened to the scratching of a quill coming from nearby. That person must have a really good idea. I thought as I stared more intensely at my paper. My mind was still blank.

I sat there just staring at the parchment, not allowing my thoughts to wander, even the slightest bit. I put my quill down, and took a deep breath. I went back to my staring and this time I barely allowed myself to blink or breathe. That was obviously not the solution, so I let my thoughts wander wherever they wanted to take me. As I was thinking about… random things, I doodled on a spare scrap of parchment I had found in my pocket.

The prefect had some crafty supplies laid out on the table, so I picked out three pipe cleaners, and a paper clip, and just fiddled around with them. They were obviously not the answer to my problem, but it helped my brain to have something in my hands, something that didn’t even have to be anything.

I put the tangled pipe cleaner mess down on the table and closed my eyes. Problems. They’re here, I just have to find them. Ok so… muggles. Getting in our way. Distracting us and messing us up. We could… get rid of muggles! My brain said. Wow. Really. the other part of my brain replied. Obviously I didn’t have any ideas.

The prefect had said we could work with others, but no more than four. I kept scanning the room, looking for anyone I knew, or who looked friendly enough to approach. I went back to thinking, but this time I guided my thoughts, to solving the problems. I doodled on the scrap of parchment, trying to find the answer.

Just then I remembered my plate of snacks. I began munching away, the food helping my mood. I thought and doodled some more, and waited for the perfect idea to hit me. I sighed and got up, refilling my plate. I had gotten less snacks but I was still hungry. That is when it hit me. Right in the face.

Not literally, but the idea was the best. I pretty much ran back to my seat, knowing I had wasted a ton of time just sitting and trying to get the ideas to flow. I dipped my quill in the ink and began to write.

Wiz-Saver
This invention helps all wizards and witches keep their magical identities a secret. Prevents muggles from getting suspicious, and even helps them blend in. Has charms on it so all muggles see is a plain box of mints. Hidden inside what looks like a muggle tin mint container, is their whole cover story. Muggle money, ID, emergency tracker that can also notify the ministry when something has happened that might need to be looked in to.

I stopped writing, now that I had jotted the idea down. I felt so good. I had my idea. I had no idea how the heck I was going to prototype it. I wandered back over to the part of the table that was covered in the supplies for creating the invention. I needed a small box, so for prototyping I made a small box out of cardboard, and took a few scraps of paper that acted like what I would fill the box with. I had no idea how the ministry would ever create something that all wizards can keep on them, that calls them pretty much. Basically the muggles already have a solution for this, their cell phone devices.

I ignored that last part, but I was really happy with how that had turned out. It could really help a wizard who is surrounded by muggles blend and fit it.

I had actually thought of something decent. The prefect, Emma Wynn never said that we were going to be telling the whole world and actually making our inventions, so I just did the best I could, and I actually liked the result.

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@Kim Sato || @Emma Wynn || @Lily Blaze

It was December second - and there way yet another errand. Around the holidays Bailey had noticed that they happened more and more frequently Is there a reason for that? Bailey wondered as she pulled on her sweater. She was wearing a skirt, first time in forever.
Why was she wearing a skirt? Good question. Not to impress anyone, especially a boy. Just to switch it up Bailey thought, half trying to convince herself. I wonder if Kim will notice.. no that's not what is important Bailey mentaly shook herself - Kim's been in a funk, he needs to get out. he is not going to notice, that is NOT why we are wearing a skirt
Leaving the dorm, and the the common room and Ravenclaw tower, Bailey slung her bag over her sholder. She had packed her bag carefully, as always. She had her wand, her water bottle, her journal, two notebooks- one for the errand, and one for cake and pastry designs.
Smiling at her friends, and at everyone else she passed in the corridor, Bailey walked to the entrance to the Griffindor common room. Knocking, Bailey would ask the first person that opened the door if Kim Aoki was in there.
Once Kim finally emerged, Bailey would grab his hand, and pull him to the errand. This was a tradition almost, Bailey dragging her slightly less social but equally as popular friend to events to get him out of his dorm.
He does go to a fair amount of clubs, and to all of his classes, and he does duel… but he has to get out and hang out with me!!
Entering the Great Hall Bailey saw her friend Emma, a hufflepuf prefect and an amazing person. Bailey smiled at Emma, and grinned as she waived and called over to the younger girl - Bailey said “Hey Emma! This looks amazing!!! I’m so excited!!”
Bailey thought wistfully of the cosy and nice afternoon Bailey had spend in the library, before she met Emma, and then her conversation with Emma.
Sitting down at the table that Lily blaze was sitting at, Bailey pulled out her notebook.
“ok- what should we design? I was thinking something involving food - if it turns out well, Kim we can use it, if we make it a real thing. Do you guys have any ideas?”
Bailey started doodling. Something involving food… a cake design printer? Like a 3d printer but for icing on a cake?
An idea struck bailey. What if they made a self defense something?
She offered this idea to Kim and whom ever else was at their table- presently just Lily.
“Or- or we could make something self defense oriented. I mean, I love my extendable bostaff- what if we combined that and a few other muggle weapons, karate ones, into something like a Swiss Army knife? That’s not a real knife, it’s just a tool that folds up real small and includes little scissors, tweezers, and other little things, well tools, like that!”

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Kim had been headed somewhere - clearly, he was dressed in a black turtleneck and a brown trench coat - so maybe going outside? That would explain the coat.
We can go on a walk after the errand Bailey mentally justified.
puffe sqeeked happily when he saw bailey, which in turn made Bailey grin. Kim on the other hand, seemed reluctant, even emitting an audible sigh.
"Oh come on-" Bailey said, grinning at Kim, despite his slight grumpiness. "You know you'll enjoy yourself - or at least, enjoy spending time with me!"
Bailey's smile became a little more cheekier at that, because she knew it was true.
Bailey dragged Kim into the Great Hall, and grinned when she saw @Emma Wynn, the Hufflepuff prefect who was putting on this errand.
Kim was clearly warming, as when they sit down he quit giving her the silent treatment.
"I like that idea!" Bailey said, in response to Kim's reply to her. It was smart to combine the two, and she would have not thought to do that.
she started writing/drawing a design, combining the two.
"So maybe something like a swiss army knife with spoons, spatulas, etc, maybe? What else could we add?" Bailey said.
bailey smiled at Kim's question about swiss army knives.
"well, maybe some do have knives? The ones I have had don't, but maybe my father removed them so i don't hurt myself? I'm sure they do sell them with knives included."
Bailey blushed when Kim realized she was wearing a skirt. And he commented on it!!! she eternally screamed. Why this was important in her adolescent mind, she did not know and could not figure out.
Realizing Kim was probably waiting for her to reply, she said "Oh thanks- i do own a few but they're really not super practical, so my mum made me a few with shorts sewn into the inside, so i feel more comfortable wearing them. And thanks - you look really good too! Where were you headed? it seemed like you were about to leave, when i Kidnapped you." Bailey glanced at Lily, and realized she should clarify. "Not actually kidnapped him, i just mean bringing him here, because I didn't want to go alone and I knew Kito wouldn't come if i didn't bring him."
Shaking herself mentality, bailey returned to her notepad.
Bailey returned to her drawing, and after a few minutes passed a rough sketch to Kim. "Something like this, maybe?"
She then had a random and probably utterly useless idea. Still, she said something because maybe Kim and Lily would like it.
"What if we put something like a stick of butter in it, like a tube of Chapstick, so someone could spread it on toast. We'd have to spell it so it doesn't melt, but I'm sure we can figure something out. Thoughts?"
Bailey fidgeted with her pencil, and smiled when puffe nuzzled her. He had hopped over to her shoulder earlier, something that she was accustom to, and something she enjoyed. "What do you think Puffie?" she asked the puffball, scratching its head softly.

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December flush and her ginger era. Classes just ended, Aurora can finally feel the breeze on her hair and brain. The last couple of hours, the time was dragging so slow. Even a slug could move faster and that said something. Now that she was free from the family friendly version of azkaban, both of her feet led her to the great hall as her stomach screamed like a maniac. To her surprise, there was an event in the great hall, more like an errand actually, held by her fellow prefect mate from the badger house. Of course she knew who Emma was, but they barely exchanged words with each other. National invention day. Sounded cool, pretty self explanatory. Aurora grabbed a piece of parchment, as much as finger food as she could, and three drinks in one go. Why three drinks? One for in case she was thirsty, one for if there would be icky little firsties who tried to fight with each other she would be prepared to drench them, one for if the icky little firsties isn’t drenched enough. It was a real struggle to hold everything at once, but slowly but surely she walked to the emptiest table. An inventor needs the whole table all to themself.

It was a public secret that Hogwarts isn’t the safest place on earth. Quite the opposite, actually. She kept anticipating for a bloodbath to come on a day to day basis. It was like an elephant in the room. Enormous and obvious, yet for some reason people kept on ignoring it. If only a safety audit was conducted in the magical world, then the school would be no more. There must be more people who are just like Aurora, forgetful, mostly at bad times. She once forgot to bring her wand to the most notorious disastrous bloodshed crimson clover event, the Hogwarts ball. But she might be prone to remember to bring other things, like a pocket knife. A pocket knife was something muggles, and perhaps wizards, would know about. Sharp and handy, but would only be functional for close range attack. One could throw it, of course, but then they would lose the weapon. What if the knife is retractable? Think of it like a rapier but compact. Perfect for a normal range attack. But one wouldn’t win if they were to bring a knife to a gunfight. What would be good for a long range attack that caused minimal harm but enough to buy some time? Pepper spray, as approved by the pepper spray resident herself, Aurora Ranvier, and her victims. So, on that beautiful day, she will invent a creation no one had thought of before, or maybe someone did but let’s pretend it didn’t happen, a pocket retractable knife sword pepper spray.

The sound of her muggle pen against the parchment was blocking the chatters in the great hall. Luckily she came prepared. Her enchanted satchel was filled with stuff she might or not need, including her 150 prismacolor she got for her birthday from her dear parents. It was heavy and expensive, but worth it for a little artist like her. Honestly she still couldn’t figure out why was it so expensive. Yes, the texture was a lot smoother and the colour was way more vibrant and opaque than an ordinary coloured pencils, but it didn’t have any business to cost more than a hundred pounds. She was so happy when she received the package, but think about how many korean bbq she could do, it made her mouth water. The finger food didn’t do the justice to her sad crying stomach.

Back to her soon to be a revolutionary invention, she was ecstatic to see the final result. Three drawings of the process to put the knife out, one front view, another side view, and the fully retracted knife sword thing. She had the idea to make it pink but it would be hers only and not anyone else’s. So for now, the pocket knife sword spray was in all black colour. Now the hardest part. The name. Originally, she wanted to do a more creative approach to it but also memorable to the others. “It’s a knife, but also a sword, but also a pepper spray” Aurora mumbled to herself on her table,

“Swofeper” hard to pronounce, weird overall, zero out of ten. “knordper” Sounded like something straight from a fantasy alien movie, perhaps the alien species’ name or the planet they came from, one out of ten. “KSP?” It has a nice ring to it, not too creative but surely easy to remember. And she got the name, “KSP!” Perhaps the whole great hall could hear her spit out that word a little too loud, though she didn’t care and continued to finish off her piece. Once done, she drank all the three drinks she brought and gave Emma her KSP drawing prototype, “Hi, it’s KSP, bye”, then ran towards her dorm room to cook an instant noodle using her absolutely clean cauldron.

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After sending out his little owl to his twin in a feeble request that he return to London for Christmas, Piérre resolved to try and not worry himself over the potential rejection or dismissal he may get from his brother and instead beelined for the errand event that was set up for the night. He may not have arrived right at the time in which the errand was set up to start, but he was going to most certainly make the time before the errand was going to end. Notoriously he had quite a hyperactive tendency to hyperfixate on tasks for extended periods of times, and this often applied to things that had sparked his interests hardly hours or minutes prior to the moment he decided that it was going to be the thing that he chose to focus the bult of his attentions on.

With his constant companion Figaro around his shoulders, Piérre entered the Great Hall with wide eyes and nervously wringing hands twisting the black and gold scarf that would usually be about his neck. It was currently being twisted between his hands and fingers like some sort of single-pieced cat's cradle, and with a small sniff and subsequent wiping of his nose, Piérre sat down at a table with ink and parchment. He let his cat off of his shoulders and let his silver bengal run about like a beautiful silver cat that he was (feel free to interact with him if you want, he's highly friendly and will try to sniff you out before he lets you touch him), before the Britalian tapped his cheek with his favorite ink quill and tried to brainstorm problems and ideas that would flitter in and out of his mind at random.

After a while of coming up blank, the boy decided that he would simply put pen to paper and just draw whatever came to his mind. Closing his eyes to block out as much outside noise as he could, he felt his hand wandering the page and leaving ink as it went. After about a minute or so, the boy finally stopped tracing and opened his eyes at the inky mess that he had created on the parchment.

Squinting at it intently, Piérre tried to make sense of the seemingly patternless chaos that he had caused to live upon this highly unfortunate piece of parchment for all eternity, willing his brain and his eyes to work together as opposed to double dissociate and cause him to come up with basically nothing to boot. Searching the seemingly nothing, the boy's eye finally aligned on a certain line that seemed to work just right for his purposes. There! That was it!

Inspired by the line, the boy placed another piece of parchment over the first and started to trace over the top of the first, taking that single line that he had found and expanding upon it; a line here, a tracing there... Piérre was far from an artist; he had not drawn for a while and even when he did draw he wasn't even cohesively comparable to a Picasso. What he ended up with was a sort of cloak-like object which depicted a green, hilly scene. Four animals; a natural-looking badger near a little hole, a golden lion curled up on the grass like a little cat, a silvery snake that was sunning itself on the rocks near a small stream, and a bronzy eagle which perched in a bush in full springtime bloom. Blue skies were overhead, and there was a small sun that was setting over the hills, which Piérre envisioned to cause the skies to turn delightful shades of pinks and purples.

Despite himself, the boy smiled as he waved the parchment about to dry the final product and then taking a look at it again. Ah yes. This was certainly an object that he would have to try to make for himself someday. Today, however, he christened this beta sketch as "The Cloak of the Four Animals".

Perfect. Perfect.

What was he supposed to be doing again?

Oh! RIGHT! Nonono, he was supposed to be solving a problem that NORMAL people had. Right, right. Oops.

With a sharp inhale, he tucked the picture into his satchel for a later reference and instead focused on the actual task of the errand; to create something that normal people had normal problems with. So, back to tapping on his cheek with his quill he went, trying to brainstorm with the best of his ability until... a sudden flash of inspiration brought on by this very event; the fact that Piérre knew that his ability to remember certain things as he was about to head out to class or out and about was quite poor due to his very distractable attention span.

Quickly, he sketched out a rough draft of a satchel, basing it off of the one that he carried about with him on a daily basis. Having done so, he edited the "mouth" of the satchel so that it looked like it was "talking". Having tried his best to make it look halfway presentable, the boy harumphed at his poor artistic skills and instead focused on writing down the notes of the project. That was the more important thing about the invention after all, not just the picture that he had rather shabbily sketched out.

He called it; Annotating Attaché

Enchanted similarly to a Talking Mirror so that it can talk, the Annotating Attaché always reminds you if you have forgotten to put something in it that you have previously annotated to it the previous night. Until you annotate another list to it, it will remember the previous list and try to recall where you (or it) remembered seeing the said item last/when you had taken it out of the Attaché. The type of voice may vary based on what kind of voice you are most apt to listen to if it casually spoke to you.

So writing it down along with several other notations, Piérre finally turned it in with tired eyes, tired out from having to focus for too long on one boring errand for so long. It wasn't always his fault; his hyperactivity just... refused to let him sit still.

After turning it in and making sure that nobody immediately displaced it, the boy left with his cat for the Niffler Nook and a good night's sleep.