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Interacting with @Piérre Marchonné and @Elsa Veronica Bennett

@Wren Caster, come join us!
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[font=Monotype Corsiva] Wren had a long day ahead of her. She had decided to start decorating her dorm room as none of the other girls, had any time to do it. She was walking down the hall with an armful of ornaments, to decorate the designated Christmas tree when she heard a noise that sounded like someone had fallen down with a loud Crash.

Wren rushed over to the boy, who had two other girls already helping him, she still would not, ignore someone in need.

"Hey, do you all need anymore help? I'm Wren by the way."
Wren leaned down to pick up the fallen tinsel that, the boy had probably been holding before the fall. She heard one of the girls mutter the boys name, which she thought was Piérre.

"Is your name Piérre? I thought I heard someone say that."
She looked to the other two girls

"What are your names? I think I might have mentioned it but my name is Wren, Wren Caster. I am a Gryffinodor first year, and I was on my way to decorate the girl's dorm room, for Christmas because my dorm-mates, I guess you could say, have not done it yet."

Wren looked over to one of the girls. She had honey brown hair, and looked a bit Asian, she thought she might have seen her around the Gryffindor Common Room, but she had never actually talked to her. The other girl with them Wren thought, was also Gryffindor. Her hair was pretty much just brown and she looked to be a pretty young eleven year old.

"Hey, I'm sorry for bothering you all. I sometimes tend to be a bit straightforward, and sometimes I even can get a bit insensitive. Anyways, both of you are Gryffindor right?"

She gestured towards the two girls

"Maybe when we see that Piérre is alright and that he does not need to go to the hospital wing, we can all of us. Even you Piérre, go decorate someplace together. I think that would be fun don't you? We could all have fun with each other instead of all going our separate ways, and decorate each on our own.

Wren thought that decorating all together would be a pretty good idea, seeing as she didn't really like to be alone, despite the fact that she was an introvert. Plus maybe she could get to know some more people in her own house too. [/font]

Interacting with @Evelynn Decipio @Piérre Marchonné and @Elsa Veronica Bennett
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@Wren Caster, @Evelynn Decipio, & @Elsa Veronica Bennett

Truth be told, Piérre had not expected anyone to come over and help him, let alone a squad of what appeared to be three girls, all of whom appeared to be Gryffindor. They would have to be, wouldn’t they, to be brave enough to attempt to lift the medieval shield, which would have to weigh at least a hundred pounds, all of which belonging to tempered iron and probably some rust for extra weight.

The breath had been knocked out of him when the shield had landed on him, his ears ringing as he realized the situation. Within seconds, much to his surprise, a girl had shown up, asking him if he needed any help. It was Elsa, one of the chasers for the Gryffindor team. Piérre wanted to respond to her quick, perhaps a little frantic line of questioning, but all he could manage was a tiny nod as he attempted to lift the shield from his back. He must have looked like some sort of sad tortoise, one of the kind he would have found in his garden in Italy.

Elsa called out to Evelynn, and Piérre lifted his head to spot the redhead nearing. He recognized her as another quidditch player who had signed up, and a player in one of the games that a prefect had set up. In a heartbeat, she was beside Elsa, looking down at the mess that Piérre had gotten himself into. She asked him what had happened and it was all Piérre could do not to immediately burst into laughter. ”I need to work on my aerial acrobatics, evidently...” He chortled, recalling the wold spin he had performed before ramming into the suit.

Evelynn rolled her eyes at him and Piérre lowered his head in embarrassment, his cheeks pinking as his ears lowered like they usually did whenever he was scolded. Fortunately, with a little help and a good stroke of fortune, the girls were able to lift the shield and with a kind gesture, Evelynn helped Piérre to his feet, quickly unraveling the tinsel that had been around his neck. Truth be told, the only reason Piérre had had it there was for one, it added to his Christmas outfit, but it had also helped him keep the decoration together.

”You've really gotten into it, huh? You're lucky you didn't get skewered like a kabob.”

Piérre finally managed a small chuckle, his head spinning from the events which had taken place. ”Yeah, but don’t I always?” He shrugged, trying to force some sort of creative energy into a joke. ”Funny thing is, I was just thinking that I would rather be a kabob than an icicle. It’s really cold for a magical castle, yeah Eevee — I mean Evelynn?” Piérre bit his tongue as he accidentally called Evelynn by one of his favorite Pokémon. He looked at his rescuers, scratching the back of his neck. ”Um... thanks a lot for helping me, dunno what I would have done if you hadn’t been here...”

”Hey, do you all need anymore help? I'm Wren by the way.”

A new girl ran up to the small group, scooping up some of the tinsel Piérre had dropped in his fall. Piérre wracked his brain, trying to figure out if he had met this girl before, but nothing came to him. She was certainly pretty, with thick brown hair that seemed to be lighter on the underside. Alas, Piérre couldn’t recall. She had to be a new person, even through she was a Gryffindor.

Well, whoever she was, she was chatty.

”Is your name Piérre? I thought I heard someone say that. What are your names? I think I might have mentioned it but my name is Wren, Wren Caster. I am a Gryffindor first year, and I was on my way to decorate the girl's dorm room, for Christmas because my dorm-mates, I guess you could say, have not done it yet.”

Usually, Piérre would have been spiffy enough to respond just as brightly as Wren was talking, but at this point in time, lightheaded from the event and a little more than off balance, all he could manage was a small, bright smile. ”Nice to meet you, Wren. I’m a first year too. I was actually heading up to the boy’s dorm to decorate there too, but I got a little distracted.” Piérre was surprisingly quaint in his speech, so unlike the caffeinated, talking at a million miles a second as he usually did. It would be a little more than off-putting to those who knew him well enough to be a bundle of energy as he usually was.

Evelynn asked Piérre if he wanted help, and Wren quickly agreed after offering a small apology for her fast talking and straightforwardness.

Piérre waved a hand, laughing lightly. ”Oh, don’t worry about the bluntness, Wren. I do it all the time. Only reason I’m not doing it now is because I almost got squashed like a bug.” He smiled at the three girls. If he had been older, he may have been pleased that they had been interested in helping him, but alas, he was far too young for that right now, and so he only saw helpers. ”I think it would be a WONDERFUL idea if you all helped! I would love to have help! I’m not a one man army, despite what many people think...” Piérre twirled a piece of tinsel around like a lasso, throwing a generous amount over the armor which had fallen.

”Where do you guys want to start? Maybe we could stop by some classrooms and tinsel up the doorways or something?” Piérre jitteriness from almost being crushed was slowly leaving him, and with a small shake, Piérre got rid of the shaking he had been expressing until that moment.

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Interacting with @Piérre Marchonné, @Elsa Veronica Bennett, and @Wren Caster

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OOC: Sorry about the late reply...I've been super busy with the holiday season

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Interacting with @Wren Caster, @Piérre Marchonné, and @Elsa Veronica Bennett

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@Evelynn Decipio, @Wren Caster, @Elsa Veronica Bennett

Piérre was just bruising himself off before he heard the small spat between the two girls, Evelynn and the new girl, who was evidently named Wren. Wren reminded Piérre of himself in several way, mostly in the way that she seemed to speak everything that was in her mind, interrupting when she found it convenient and wearing her feelings on her sleeve. Energetic and bouncy, just like the Britalian.

However, it seemed that Evelynn didn’t really have a fancy for people who interrupted or made out of turn statements, as she turned to Wren and began to lecture about having etiquette during conversation. That was mostly why Piérre had stayed out of it. He hadn’t wanted to be caught in the crossfire of two bickering girls, which he knew form experience was a recipe for disaster if he were to attempt stepping in and breaking thighs up. He bit his lip and glanced at @Elsa Veronica Bennett with slight concern in his gaze. ”Should we try to break them up? Do they have bad blood?” He whispered, trying his best to desperately remove himself from the bickering. He was never one for fighting, through he often ended up in that position against his own volition. When it came to fighting or struggles, his tactic was to evade and get away. He knew he was likely to get hurt as opposed to cause hurt, and he would much rather prefer that he didn’t add more to a tense situation than what was already provided.

When there came to be a pause in the bickering and Evelynn had calmed down a bit, she put in her final opinion, asking if the group would prefer to spruce up the area here or if they would like to go to the common room immediately. After a pause, jut to make sure nobody else would make an I put or interrupt, Piérre finally spoke, smiling assuringly in an attempt to dissipate the tension. He knew he was unlikely to change people’s moods in a snap second, but it was worth a chance if it meant that everyone could take a deep breath and calm down. ”I wouldn’t care if we went to the dorms now. Let me just do one more thing and I’m ready to go!” So saying, Piérre tossed an especially large loop of tinsel over a nearby statue so that it wore a stole of silver before reaching into his school pouch and throwing a handful of silver and gold glitter into the air. It slowly fell to the ground like precious powder in the place of snow.

When he was quite finished, Piérre dusted his hands off and gripped the strap of his satchel, looking at his small posse. ”Alrighty! To the commons?” he asked brightly, flicking his bangs away from his eyes with a small jerk of his head. ”Maybe we can get to know each other better?” He of course said this to passively point out the discord between Evelynn and Wren. Piérre didn’t want any fighting during the festive season, and besides, with extra hands the work would likely only take a few hours at the most.

He took a few steps past the group, looking at the fallen suit of armor spoof a second before shrugging. Someone would end up cleaning it up. Many of the students around would likely be a little too weak to assemble everything the way it was before, and chances were than an adult or a house elf knew how to piece the medieval suit together better than any of the people present. He would wait for everyone to be ready to leave before moving on, and now he was swaying back and forth, humming Silver and Gold under his breath as the rest of the group interacted.

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