Everyone Loves Colors, Right? Hogwarts art club Pv members Locked

Cynthia liked art; she really did.

She was extremely good at watercolour, but the only problem was that she didn’t often do it. It was really a pity, to waste her natural talent, so when Kayla Realma, a researcher in Cynthia’s debate club and a miserable Welsh language student, started an art club at Hogwarts, she immediately decided to join this club. Just recently this year, she had rediscovered her passion for the French horn. She had almost thought she didn’t even know how to play it, but when she decided to give it a blow, she actually found she was still great at it and enjoyed it as well.

When the first meeting was about to start, Cynthia brought all her watercolour supplies. She knew Kayla would probably have some, but it would probably not be as good as Cynthia’s personal supplies. She brought her watercolour set, with 81 colours, 7 different brushes, and one cup filled with water. She also brought several pieces of paper.

As she arrived, she thought it was interesting for the Hufflpuff to choose the courtyard. The architecture was quite old and interesting, but what if it rained? Any artwork would be ruined! It would be horrible, but Cynthia respected the leader’s choice. ‘Hello Kayla! Looks like I’m the first one here.’

@Kayla Realma

Freya recieved Kayla's owl when she was in her dorm, making her bed.
She saw the letter and immediately knew she had to go! For two reasons, she loved art and she loved Dorie (Kayla).

Freya changed into something else and quickly just put on the first shirt she saw in her almirah. It wasn't her favourite green flannel instead of was a plain white shirt which she buttoned up and put on a black sweater over it.

She grabbed a huge bag with all her art supplies in them and rushes to the place where the meeting was taking place. Entered the room glancing arround.
She spots Kayla and immediately runs towards her and another girl whom she hasn't met before.
"Hey Dorie! I'm here!! You write really nice formal letters by the way. You should also send out the letters of acceptance! If i become headmaster when i grow up I'm making you the letter writer and sender and my right hand girl!"
She laughs at the end part a little. And since she had allready blabbered so much introducing herself to the new girl won't hurt either!
"hey to you too! I'm Freya, Freya Augustus! Nice to meet you" she smiles.

@Kayla Realma
@Cynthia Beaufort

Gwenn had received Kayla’s letter while she was in her dorm finishing up some old sketches and eating the candies her dad sent her from home.However, as usual, it got misplaced and she forgot all about it until her Remembral flashed red under a couple of papers she forgot to throw away. Clutching the Remembral in her hand, Gwen climbed on her soft bed tried to remember what she forgot, accidentally falling asleep along the way. About 1:30, she woke up, feeling something stiff in the mattress,
“ That’s weird” She thought “My bed is usually very fluffy”. Reaching back to see what was the problem, she saw that it was it was a letter, Kayla’s letter, the important letter about the meeting she was supposed to have gone to 10 minutes ago!

Quickly gathering her sketchbook and art supplies and the rest of the candy tin she was eating then rushed out of her dorm, knocking some students and bumping into teachers along the way. After going off course and getting distracted in the library, she finally made way to the courtyard. Thank god she wasn’t late as this was already the first meeting. There were two girls there already, all whom she has never met before.
“HI KAYLA AND HER FRIENDS!” She shouted as she ran quickly to the fountain, where the meeting was held, stumbling along the way.

DATE ┊ 10/21/22 -----OUTFIT ┊ click here-----HAIR ┊ natural-----MENTIONS ┊ @Kayla Realma, @Cynthia Beaufort, @Freya Augustus, @Gwennifer Cadwaller, @Rhys Read-----
STATUS ┊ open-----WC ┊ 220/200-----ENGLISH ┊ "words"-----SWAHILI ┊ "words"-----THOUGHTS ┊ "words"

-----The time read 10/18/22, 8:36PM

Caoimhe was in her hammock journaling when Kayla's letter arrived to her dorm; the owl released a high-pitched screech announcing it's delivery before taking flight. Caoimhe jumped up and read the letter to herself quietly before she plopped into bed while holding the letter closely. The thought of joining a club of like-minded individuals sounded like a great way to get the term a bit more excitement, and another reason for her to pursue her love for the arts. She turned to her side and reread the letter yet again. Hopefully these next three days go by quick, she mused while drifting off to sleep letter getting lost in the seas of blankets and pillows.

Present -

Caoimhe was having an extremely hard time understanding an assignment - something about her annunciation or movement, her cherrywood-colored wand wasn't having it. She'd been relentlessly practicing before this morning, pre-lunch, post-lunch. An exasperated sigh was let out as Caoimhe sat back staring at the cheaply sewn doll resting on the ground that was supposed to be dancing. I can't do this, Caoimhe thought while going through her bags to find her journal where she wrote her notes. It was then when Caoimhe noticed the ambient red hues reflecting from deep within - what did she forget? Looking around for some keepsake, Caoimhe pushed and shoved her drawing journals around before it dawned on her. Art club! She collected her items and put them into her bag before barreling towards the courtyard then slowed up when Caoimhe found some other girls introducing themselves - maybe her tardiness wouldn't be worth reprimanding after all. She did love her club, but time got away from her: "Hi Kayla, hey everyone, sorry!" she spoke between breaths and noticed another individual sitting alone (Rhys). She didn't want to invade their space but Caoimhe did smile politely at them and did a subtle wave, then turned to the girls before her with more energy exclaiming: "It's nice to meet you guys- I'm Caoimhe!"

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21/10/22, 13:45PM The first person to arrive was Cynthia, the leader of the debate club Kayla was part of. "Cynthia! Hey, it's great to see you-" soon after Kayla started this sentence, someone else arrived. It was Freya, Kayla's best friend. Kayla grinned as she saw her run towards them, blabbering about how Kayla wrote great formal letters. Kayla snorted at this, the letter she sent out was anything but formal. As Freya greeted Cynthia, Squeaky, well, squeaked. The ferret was intrigued at the two people, but her beady eyes were focused on Freya. No doubt Squeaky would probably jump around and try to get Freya to give her attention. "You are such a diva," Kayla sighed. But before Squeaky could make a move, someone shouted. "HI KAYLA AND HER FRIENDS!" Kayla will never admit that she jumped a bit. But she liked the enthusiasm! Kayla waved at the girl and smiled. "Hey! Very enthusiastic." Kayla grinned. "take a seat, guys. I don't bite." she addressed the people who hadn't taken a seat on the blanket. Two other people arrived, one said nothing to the group and took a seat a bit further away from Kayla. The hufflepuff tilted her head but didn't address them, maybe they weren't a people person? Who knew. The other girl sat down introducing herself as Caoimhe. Kim then arrived, and being the king of food himself, brought a tray of delicacies. "Kim," she addresed him with a fake serious tone. "You are litteraly the god of food." As he set the tray down next to the food Kayla had brought, he had decided to remain standing. Kayla didn't mind, from enough meetings she generally knew Kim wasn't a people person. But he was her head drawer. "She's great, just being the little drama queen she is. Hey, I think she likes you!" she laughed as Squeaky, intrigued, stalked a bit closer to where Kim was standing. "just keep Puffie up there, she might think he's a toy," she added wisely. Squeaky was as easily distracted as Kayla, so generally Kim's puff would entertain her. It seemed that no one else was approaching, so Kayla clapped her hands together and smiled at her group. "Hello, everyone! Welcome to the Hogwarts Art Club! I'm sooo happy to have you all here today. "Now, as this is our first meeting, we probably don't know eachother. Most likely anyway. So, I'd love if we were to introduce ourselves! We say our names, year and favourite thing about art. I'll go first!" Kayla hoped she hadn't talked too fast, that the group had gotten everything she had said. "My name is Kayla! I'm a first year and I love the amount of creativity you can put into doing art- the only limit is your imagination!" with that, she closed her mouth and let someone else go next.

OUTFIT Reducio TAGS Reducio @Aisley Solace@Freya Augustus, @Mina Starr, @Aurora Griffith, @André Lebedev, @Kim Sato, @Gwennifer Cadwaller, @Cynthia Beaufort, @Caoimhe Kyle, @Rhys Read OOC NOTE Reducio

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She was late, and it wasn't the normal 'I slept in'. It was the 'I kind of forgot'. Aisley didn't quite enjoy being late and definitely didn't make a habit out of it, but whether or not she liked it, she would be late to the Art Club meeting.

The girl scrambled around her dorm, pulling out a pair of fishnets, a grey skirt, a white button-up shirt, and a black jacket. She topped off the look with a black belt, her signature black converse, and the gold wire glasses she wore. After pulling on her shoes, she rushed to the bathroom, quickly putting her pink hair into a messy braided half-up-half-down, a small white bow holding it together.

After finishing her outfit, all sense went out of the window as she barreled down the stairs into the Ravenclaw Common Room, apologizing whenever she bumped into someone on accident. She rushed down the levels of the school, from the West Tower all the way to the grounds where she quickly made her way to the courtyard.

She saw a group of people sitting on a blanket, looking as if they were starting a meeting. Aisley figured that this is where she was supposed to be. Approaching the group, Aisley managed to just catch the end of what the club leader was saying.

"-our names, year, and favorite thing about art. I'll go first! My name is Kayla! I'm a first year and I love the amount of creativity you can put into doing art- the only limit is your imagination!"

The girl, Kayla, began to introduce herself, pausing at the end to let others introduce themselves. Aisley decided that it was her turn to make her presence known.

"Hey, I'm Aisley. First-year Ravenclaw. I love the aspect of freedom and creativity in art. Just being able to do whatever you want and making it your own!" She exclaimed, before adding, "Also, I promise I'm not normally late. I um... I slept in." She said in a sheepish manner.

There it was, the excuse that everyone used. The excuse she never really wanted to use but did. Well, it didn't really matter now anyways.

Aisley took a seat on the blanket, smiling at the people next to her, recognizing a few faces. She was excited to learn the names of the other students, but she was even more excited for the art.

Yes I know that the bow in the hairstyle photo above is brown, but for styling reasons, its gonna be white.

My OOC apologies Kayla I forgot this was backdated the Welsh thing didn’t happen yet.

Reluctantly Cynthia sat on the blanket on the ground as Kayla had said. Casually, she took a piece of brie cheese from Kim’s platter. ‘Hope you haven’t poisoned these,’ the Ravenclaw said teasingly with a smirk. She managed to smile as the other members introduced themselves, though it felt awkward and shallow and as if she didn’t mean it. She knew Kim Sato, being in his fashion club. They were never close though. Cynthia heaved a sigh as Kayla asked for introductions. In her mind she thought: must I do this? In truth, she hated introductions and ice breaking games. They all seemed shallow, a waste of time, impractical, boring, awkward, weird and annoying. Wow, that’s a lot of adjectives, the Ravenclaw thought, ignoring the fact that she was distracted from what Kayla and everyone else was saying.

She hadn’t realised that it was her turn and her brain mentally prodded her mouth. ‘Uhmm, hi.’ She wasn’t sure what to say, but thank goodness the memory of Kayla’s instructions wafted back to her. She regained her composure (which was extremely fortunate) and continued. ‘My name is Cynthia. I am a first year Ravenclaw.’ She sighed pleasantly. What was the other question again? Oh right, her favourite thing about art. Before she could answer though, her eyes drifted towards Kim. She wasn’t sure why. Surely the composed Ravenclaw did not like him! No, not romantically, at least. No, Kim had a sort of natural charm that seemed hard to describe. She pressed her lips together. The simple fact that Kim was there made the young Ravenclaw nervous. Why? That one word race through Cynthia’s mind. Nothing else at that moment seemed to matter. She did not know. And that bothered her greatly. ‘I like art, because it is a paradise within this dystopia… until it isn’t.’ That was probably vague and weird but she did not care. Why did she feel that way towards Kim?

To Kim: this would totally not be romantic, but references to the ball. Cynthia does feel something for you.