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Finnigan's Mod (finnigansmod) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-05-02 14:26:00

Entry tags:

character: adrian pucey, character: alicia spinnet, character: blaise zabini, character: dean thomas, character: dennis creevey, character: dominic chambers, character: eddie carmichael, character: gwenog jones, character: hyperion montgomery, character: melinda bobbin, character: pandora montgomery, character: richard summerby, character: roger davies, character: rose zeller, character: seamus finnigan, character: zacharias smith

Victis Honor
Who: OPEN
What: Victis Honor Fête
Where: Hogsmeade
When: All day Saturday

Scheduled events:

- Duelling Tournament (Noon)
- Tug of War (2pm)
- Pet show (3pm)
- Quidditch and racing broom displays (11am, 1pm, 3.30pm, 5pm)
- Post Owl Trials (4.30pm)
- Fireworks (8pm)

All day events:

- Face painting (& caricatures for Dean)
- Winged horse rides
- Fortune teller

Stalls, shops, businesses etc:

- Games of chance (feel free to invent your own)
- Three Broomsticks beer tent
- Sweet Nothings Cake Stall
- McLaggen Magical Sports
- Gobstones
- Handmade by Astoria (crocheted items)
- Pinky's Ink

I tried to get everything that's been mentioned but prod me if I missed something.

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Face Painting/ Caricatures: Dean and OPEN

artistdean
2015-05-02 02:16 pm UTC (link)

This weekend was never especially one of Dean's favourites, it had far too many bad memories attached to it, but he'd found if he kept busy he wasn't going to head himself into the bottom of a bottle of Firewhiskey or similar. This is why he was setting up for his turn manning the stall offering face painting. He'd put up a little sign that saying he was also offering caricatures. He was planning to keep a couple of additional shifts just doing the caricatures too.

For now though he spread out his face paints, double checked his face in the mirror, currently painted to resemble a phoenix and waited for his first client.

Of course he'd also set up the box for submissions to his art project where people could drop something in, hopefully without being too obvious. But that was a concern for another day.

He looked up and smiled as somebody approached the booth.

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pandacharms
2015-05-03 12:19 pm UTC (link)

Dora hated this day. Gods, she hated it. The only reason she'd not stayed home was that Mils and Richard and Tristan and Chris and pretty much everyone she knew was going out for it, and if she didn't go, they'd all know and some of them would suspect why and some of them would be too curious for their own good. All week she'd been having screaming nightmares (again), and today especially she felt like screaming or crying or worst of all, both.

She'd taken a goodly dose of calming draught before she left home and she had a vial in her purse to sip at some point as well as a couple of potions to tone down the look of exhaustion in addition to the glamour everyone had known she'd wear from the start, only she hadn't separated from the group long enough to dose herself again. Mils would catch her if she tried to sneak it, or Rich would, and she really didn't want to explain to them. It at least allowed her to present a good front, in addition to her normal poker face, to the world.

She saw the facepainting booth and it occurred to her that participating in that would probably be a good front that she really didn't mind being here. She pointed it out to the group and told them she'd catch up with them in just a bit. It seemed to work, and she gave them a wave and stepped into the queue, which just happened to be somewhat short at the moment. She palmed her green potions bottle and took a long sip just before it was her turn to sit down.

She still felt like screaming, just not as much.

She gave Dean a smile and sat down. Her hair was green streaked today, and her face shape different than normal, her hair style also not elegant like usual, and her whole presentation was just enough not like her to make her feel shielded. Only her eyes, those snake eyes, the Lestrange eyes, were the same, the hardest thing to properly charm. "Hi. Think you can do something to match my hair?" she asked.

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Face Painting/ Caricatures: Dean and Pandora

artistdean
2015-05-03 03:31 pm UTC (link)

Dean smiled at his latest customer, assessing her hair quickly and nodding to her request. "Hi, and yes I think I can do that. For green I'd suggest either a dragon design of some sort, or a snake. But if you don't want an image I can just do a mask of some sort using green as the base colour. For each thing he suggested he flipped to an appropriate page in the book of suggested designs sitting by him. Some things were more intricate than others, and there were plenty of small cheek-only designs too. "The size affects the price too," he added, pointing to the price board which listed a scale of prices from one cheek to full face complex designs and a fair number of variations in between. None of it was hugely expensive but it would cover materials and an amount per customer for the artists.

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Wandering/Looking for Food: Zacharias and Open

unspeakableness
2015-05-02 03:44 pm UTC (link)

After he'd failed to RSVP to Gregory Goyle's birthday party in a timely manner -- or at all, actually -- Zacharias found he couldn't get out of spending time with his parents at the winged horses ride. He'd tried to tell his father the week before that he'd misread the invitation's respond by date and had even procured the note he'd intended to send to Mrs Goyle about whether or not he could attend. His father, however, didn't care what he intended to do because he hadn't done it. He could intend to do a lot of things, his father had said, but that wasn't the same as actually doing them. Zacharias knew that were true, but it'd been an honest mistake, one his father hadn't taken well. To make up for it, his father informed him that he would be spending at least half of his time at the Victis Honor Fête helping out with the horses in one way or another.

For the most part, Zacharias liked the horses. Although he enjoyed the freedom a broom afforded him, he liked animals, and he liked his family's horses. The Abraxans were left at home as they were too big for simple horse rides, but the Aethonans were in abundance today. Zacharias suspected the Granians were left with the Abraxans back at the stables becuase of their speed. He doubted any parents would want their children on exceptionally fast horses, and he knew no one from his family wanted charges pressed against them for any accidents on a Granian. He was a little surprised, however, that no one thought to bring an Abraxan or Granian for show, though he suspected some of the pictures of various riders and horses around the front of the paddock helped show them off. They were, after all, not just offering a nice, leisurely ride around Hogsmeade for anyone who wanted but also selling riding lessons for anyone who wanted to learn. It was, he admitted, a smart system; offer up rides here and now, get people hooked, and then entice them with the prospect of learning how to properly ride a winged horse. He suspected this was one reason why his mother's family had survived so long in this business.

Several hours after helping customers -- they may have been there to celebrate Victis Honor Day, but they were also customers -- on and off the horses -- becuase no one wanted Zacharias to be the face of the horse rides -- he finally got a break. He didn't know what he wanted to do except get as far away from the paddock as possible before someone realised they wanted him around after all and that he should take a break nearby so he could jump right back into work. He hurried off before anyone could stop him, making himself get briefly lost and turned around in the crowd. It took him a few moments to get his bearings, and, once he did, his first thoughts were about food and drink. He hadn't eaten that morning, and now, according to his watch, it was nearly noon.

He headed toward the Three Broomsticks, pausing every so often to look at various booths selling different items or offering up different treats. He wanted something a bit more substantial than a few of them offered, though if he were honest, he didn't know what that would be. He just knew that he didn't want cake at that moment but something that would constitute a proper meal, something more than just a snack. Despite his stomach growling a bit, Zacharias wasn't in a hurry to reach the pub or find a stall with something appetising. He wanted to savour his time away from his family, even if it were only for an hour, which was why he stopped at several stalls selling goods other than food, making notes of a few items that caught his eye with the intent to turn over whether or not he wanted to purchase anything

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Face Painting

openbottle
2015-05-02 07:29 pm UTC (link)

Seamus had chosen to leave the pub with a skeleton staff today - predicting that few people would be in Monument Alley at all when the lure of candyfloss and ice cream in the spring sunshine was only an apparition away. He'd already spent a couple of hours seeing what Hogsmeade had to offer. He'd watched a flying display, visited the fortune teller and lent his strength to the tug-of-war. In between those activities, he'd managed a journal conversation with Dean, who he'd spotted from a distance early in the day.

Now, with nothing left to do - and the nagging feeling that he ought to get back to his pub - he joined the queue at the face painting stall and watched Dean finish up a glittery golden snitch on a little girl's cheek. Once she'd scampered off, Seamus sat down in the vacated seat. "So do I get mate's rates or what?" he teased with no preamble.

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Face Painting

artistdean
2015-05-02 08:03 pm UTC (link)

There had been a fairly steady queue for face paint designs every time Dean had taken a turn at the stall. There were several of them taking turns manning the stall so that everyone could also take breaks to look around. Dean had mostly painted children, but there had been the odd adult here and there. A few of them getting painted mostly to appease their children.

He watched the delighted little girl scamper off towards a lady who he knew was her Aunt from when she'd paid for the design. Thankfully the majority of the kids had been really well behaved, if occasionally a bit squirmy. Watching the girl chattering excitedly to her Aunt for a couple of seconds he was surprised as Seamus dropped onto the stool opposite him. He hadn't noticed him in the line, but then again he hadn't actually expected Seamus to come and get his face painted.

He raised an eyebrow at him, well, it was currently bright red and feathery looking, but nonetheless his eyebrow was raised. "Sort of depends what you want," he teased back and grinned, ignoring the little uptick in the beating of his heart.

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Face Painting (Dean & Seamus)

openbottle
2015-05-02 08:57 pm UTC (link)

Seamus pouted his lower lip out at Dean, making his best attempt at puppy-dog eyes. "Why're you making me choose?" he asked, when he could keep the expression up no longer. "I know you've been thinking about it since I asked, and you're the artistic one. I'll just say something boring like a lion or Kenmare's colours." He was still just a little bitter over Kenmare being knocked out of the play-offs, especially as they'd had to go and lose to the Chudley fucking Cannons in their last match.

Now that he was close enough to examine Dean's face properly, he was even more impressed than he had been from a distance. "You look brilliant," he said genuinely. If it wouldn't have been a little too much matching, he'd have asked for the same. "Doesn't even look smudged, and you've been out here hours." He reached a hand towards Dean's face, fully expecting to have it slapped away.

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Dominic and Open

knowhow
2015-05-02 07:58 pm UTC (link)

Dominic didn't like Victis Honor day. His instinct was to stay holed up in his workspace tinkering with something that would absorb him completely until the day was over. He had plenty of private projects that would fit the bill, in various stages of completion.

On the other hand, the only thing worse than Victis Honor day was having other people know that he didn't like Victis Honor day. He'd got up early, had breakfast and then apparated to Hogsmeade to see if the duelling club needed any help setting up. Once they'd sent him away, satisfied with the preparations, he'd decided to make a small tour of the village - both to see what was available and to make sure he was seen. He didn't want to give anyone (Seamus) an excuse to check in and make sure he was okay.

Some time later, he emerged from the dim interior of the fortune-teller's tent into the bright sunlight. He stepped out of the entry way sideways to make space for the next customer to pass - and managed to step right into someone. "Sorry," he apologised quickly. "I should wait for my eyes to adjust before doing anything as complicated as moving."

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Re: Dominic and Open

dennisthebrave
2015-05-04 03:20 pm UTC (link)

Dennis looked around dolefully. If he were completely honest with himself, he'd admit that he didn't like Victis Honor Day. It brought back far too many difficult and uncomfortable memories. Still, part of being an adult was facing these sort of things head on. Plus, Rose would have 'unleashed the wriggle' on him if he didn't come, so really what choice had he had?

He was just staring meditatively at the fortune teller's tent, completely off in his own little world when he was brought rather magnificently to the present by someone bumping into him. He blinked owlishly and looked to see Dominic, and found himelf blushing for no particular reason. "Oh it's completely fine," he replied with a sheepish grin. "I was actually off with the fairies and should probably have been paying attention." He looked at the tent and back at the rather attractive man and lifted an eyebrow. "Find out anything interesting? Portents of mildly averted concussions?"

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Dominic and Dennis

knowhow
2015-05-06 12:43 pm UTC (link)

"Dennis," Dominic greeted, glad he'd bumped into someone he knew - though not exactly thrilled it was Dennis, specifically. Under normal circumstances, he'd have no problem with bumping into him, but this particular weekend, Dominic really felt like he just wanted to avoid everyone he knew had suffered losses in the Battle. He didn't know what to say or how to act - so he just did his best to pretend it was a normal day.

He glanced back at the tent and shrugged. "Apparently she's going to send me a formal reading on Tuesday, so she didn't say much." What she had said hadn't seemed particularly positive, though. A lot about dark shadows and small misfortunes escalating. "You going to give it a go?" There was a bit of a queue by now, a crowd attracted by the fact the woman was apparently a true seer.

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Eddie and Open

upstander
2015-05-03 04:31 pm UTC (link)

Hands shoved into pockets, Eddie made his way across the Hogwarts grounds, glad to get lost in the crowd. It was a pretty good way to return back to the UK, especially since he still felt a bit like hiding.

It had been months. He hadn't answered any owls except the ones from his sister (whose were often howlers, thanks just what he needed when on a mission) and Rose, who was kinder than she should have been. Even his friends he ignored, though most of them were well used to it and figured Eddie would answer when Eddie would answer. He felt bad about that, honestly. He was a fuck up, sure, but generally he wasn't a jerk. What had made him run off all over the globe chasing his own demons? A ridiculously attractive girl who made him feel things. A sphinx? He could conquer those no problem. Riddles that look into your soul? No problem. He made short work of complex curses and battled reanimated corpses like it was something done in his sleep, but human emotions terrified him. At least, this human emotion had.

And then, suddenly, he didn't want to be far from her anymore. Even if she hated him, which, to be frank, he wouldn't blame her for doing. So now he was back, and maybe she would hex him into a thousand pieces but by god he wanted to see her again.

So he was at Hogwarts at Victis Honor day.

He saw a familiar face and smiled a crooked smile as he jogged to say hello and welcome either a warm greeting or a lecture, either of which would be appropriate, really.

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Eddie and Rose and Open

_rose_
2015-05-03 09:28 pm UTC (link)

Ant was growing like a weed, but even though he at three months had grown long legs, huge paws and reached a height slightly above Rose’s knee, he was still that little squirming wiggle she had kept warm after she had found him that February morning. She had him on a leash, which at first had been a bit of a hassle, but he had gotten better. Sure, he bounced a little from time to time, but mostly he stayed almost next to her. Mostly. Sometimes. But he really didn’t pull all that much on the leash.

Honor Victis Day didn’t mean a whole lot to her. Sure, she had been trapped in the castle along with the other students and she had seen and experienced her share of punishment for breaking the rules. But when the time had come, she had been too young and before the battle had started she had been sent away to a holding place and from there shipped off to Romania. She come along today, though – her first time there – because Rolf was there with a small menagerie of animals, and as he was tending to them, she was walking around with Ant, looking at everything, looking at the people and taking in their reactions to what was going on.

And then there he was. She had heard from him quite a bit, but that just didn’t measure up to actually seeing him, and with a grin, she set off at a run – Ant happily bouncing along next to her – before she made a small jump and wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck. “Git!” she laughed as she hugged him close. “I didn’t think I’d see you anytime soon!”

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Re: Eddie and Rose and Open

upstander
2015-05-04 04:48 am UTC (link)

Eddie took one look at the overgrown puppy loping along with his friend and laughed loudly, even as he caught Rosie in his arms. "Ooof!" he cried, his breath leaving him from her extra rough hug, "That's MISTER Git to you!" He tugged on her hair a bit before setting her down and running a hand through his own shaggy mane. "I figured it would be better to surprise you. Surprise! How much did you miss me?" he asked, before dropping to his knees to ruffle the dog's fur.

"You weren't kidding, he IS a monster. This is a puppy? He'll be bigger than you are," he teased, flopping on his back so the puppy could roll around with him. That he was tangling her leash Eddie cared very little. Once he was covered in grass and dog hair, he stood up, nearly breathless from stimulation. "Guess who is going to be helping the team before your training completion. I'll give you three guesses and one of them should be me. It's me!"

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Cakes/Chit-chat: Melinda and OPEN

_melinda_
2015-05-03 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Melinda had been in Hogsmeade since early that morning. Sweet Nothings’ stall wouldn’t open until noon, but until then she had kept the large table in front of the stall brimming with pastries, tea, and coffee for the volunteers who were working hard on getting everything ready. As the volunteers’ work started changing from setting up to making sure things were ready, Melinda started setting up the assortment of cakes for the guests today.

This was her third year doing this, her third year offering slices of layer cakes, cups of tea or coffee, and glasses of pumpkin juice and various lemonades at prices that only just covered the prices of the ingredients, while the shop back in Monument Alley was only open for those picking up previously made orders. It was a small thing, she knew that, but this and donating to charities was what she knew how to do; her way of atoning. She hadn’t stayed, rather when the war had started she had fled, hid in the Muggle world, only returning once the war had ended to help rebuilding by doing what she did best: making cakes and desserts.

Standing in the stall, she was happy to have Bryn there with her. They didn’t talk a whole lot, just a comfortable presence as they served the people who stopped by. She knew that somewhere out there, Oliver was either walking around or preparing for the show-off the Quidditch players had agreed to do, and that made her nervous. On the other hand, Viktor had said that he would be there with the children which excited her, it made her smile and at the same time feel both anxious to see him and hesitant, because she wasn’t sure if he – or she – was ready for the world to see…

So she did what she did best; enjoyed the customers stopping by, greeting them with a smile and a “Hello, how may I help you?”

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Re: Cakes/Chit-chat: Melinda and Roger and OPEN

rogeringdavies
2015-05-04 03:32 pm UTC (link)

Roger wandered around the Victis Honor Day celebrations with an oddly heady mix of sadness and nostalgia, overlaid with more pedestrian feelings of contentment. The day was nice, and though Marcus wasn't here with him, he still enjoyed the feeling of being in a chattering crowd.

Having watched the winged horses for a while, his stomach suddenly began to inform him that he hadn't actually eaten since the night before, and that only the injection of food would mollify it. Vaguely, he remembered that Mel was going to be doing her usual stall filled with delicious food, and headed towards where it had been before. He caught her eye as he approached and waved happily. "Hello stranger," he called genially. "Care to feed a poor starving Quidditch player then?" He approached the stand and carelessly walked behind it to give her a hug. "What's new?"

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Cakes/Chit-chat: Melinda and Roger and OPEN

_melinda_
2015-05-04 08:52 pm UTC (link)

Of course, there were other Quidditch players out and about today, and though she had feelings for this particular Quidditch player, they weren’t the same as for Viktor and Oliver. Almost immediately she felt her shoulders relax – she hadn’t been aware that she had been tense until now – and her smile brighten significantly.

“Poor?” she laughed as Roger casually strolled into her stand. “Never associated ‘poor’ with you, my dear,” and without hesitation or reservation she hugged him back. Smiling up at him, she shrugged and gestured to the only cooler that didn’t hold cake or lemonade. “Bryn’s made some sandwiches, please help yourself, and I had a date. What’s new with you? No Marcus today?”

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Rolf and OPEN

outofthewild
2015-05-04 06:18 am UTC (link)

Rolf was using the fete as an excuse to trot out a bunch of his most amiable animals and a few others. A mini petting zoo existed with a couple of volunteers over to one side, animals he'd borrowed or even had up for adoption, not just cats and dogs either. And then he had a few of those, and he had a few that had tricks doing them every so often especially for the kids.

It meant he didn't have much time to explore, since he didn't want anyone responsible for the animals who he didn't absolutely trust, but that was all right. Already he'd made a couple of adoptions and lined up a couple of appointments for more potential ones.

He currently had a kitten on his head and a dog on a leash off to one side watching his hand avidly for the next treat he might dole out for a trick, but he was resting. And, well, figuring out how to get the kitten off his head.

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Re: Rolf and Hyperion OPEN

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2015-05-04 03:55 pm UTC (link)

Hyperion had spent much of the morning wandering around Hogsmeade with an odd sense of comfort at the surrounds - even if the exact reason for the fete left a little nugget of sadness in his chest. He'd stopped played his hand at a few of the different games of chance, visited the fortune teller, and had a long conversation with several of the villagers in Gaelic - most of which had consisted of his new scars being fussed over.

He was however now hungry, and so was heading vaguely towards the tent he'd seen with cakes in it earlier when he stopped and looked at the vaguely familiar man with the kitten on his head. He paused, tilting his head in consideration. It was fairly likely, in Hyperion's opinion at least, that the kitten probably wasn't meant to be on the man's head. Still, years of etiquette lessons had drilled into him a proclivity to be open to such idiosyncrasies. "Hello," he said with a warm smile. "I'm fairly certain that you'd be aware that there's a cat on your head, but would you like me to grab it for you?"

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Gwenog and Open

haveyoumet_
2015-05-04 04:40 pm UTC (link)

It was between demonstrations again and Gwenog was wandering around in the practice robes she had chosen to wear for the demonstrations. With players from so many different teams playing the neutral colours of practice robes had been what she'd chosen. In her case they were dark grey with green edging and her favourite brown boots up to her knees. It also meant she was slightly less obvious when wandering around between demos.

She'd dropped into the fortune teller's tent, tried her hand at a couple of the games and toyed with the idea of getting a caricature before deciding to just browse the stalls in general. She'd got money to spend but wasn't sure what to spend it on. The Quidditch gear was always worth a look. She was heading in the general direction of the McLaggan's stand, stepping around people automatically as they paused at stalls. She could have walked right through them but that was considered horrible etiquette by basically everyone and she wasn't quite that callous. She had a bit of a disconnect with this particular day because she wasn't involved in the battle, but it was a momentous moment nonetheless.

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Re: Gwenog and Richard - Open

the_richard
2015-05-06 06:13 am UTC (link)

Richard had headed back to the Bluebottle booth between flying demonstrations, mostly to let Millicent have the International Exports table to herself. Still, he thought his actual flights had gone fairly well. Oliver had always had a good hand on a broomstick, and several of their paired manuvers had brought cheers and applause from the spectators that could be heard even in the air.

He'd pulled his customized Bluebottle Two-Seat off the rack and had called it up to mounting height, letting it warm up in case anybody wanted a ride. Leaning back against the table at the front of the booth, he waited with a smile for anybody who looked his way while he people watched. Nodding to those he recognized, he called out when he saw a familiar face heading by. "Jones. Nice flying today." He knew some of those who had gone pro looked askance at him for turning down the Falcons' offer, but most still at least would speak to him.

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Re: Gwenog and Richard - Open

haveyoumet_
2015-05-06 12:29 pm UTC (link)

It took Gwenog a few seconds to locate the exact source of the call. Not that people she didn't know didn't sometimes hail her at random on the street, but there was something in the tone that implied otherwise. When she located the man she smiled slightly and nodded to him, trying to remember his name. She knew he was a broom racer and that he'd had the opportunity to go pro for one of the teams, although she couldn't recall which one. He'd been flying earlier, although of course with both of the flying demos being in the same time slot she'd been either warming up or winding down and not listening to the commentary. He'd been good though, that much she knew.

"Thanks, you too, Summerby," she said, the word forming automatically in her mouth. She stepped around a man who was being dragged in the direction of a pet display by a small girl she assumed was his daughter, and approached his booth. "I haven't caught much yet, but it looked to be going well," she said, running her eyes over the broom he'd just handled. It looked like the sort of thing that had plenty of practical applications that had nothing to do with quidditch. And she rarely took ride-alongs.

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Alicia and Adrian and OPEN

_alicia_
2015-05-04 06:08 pm UTC (link)

Truth be told: Alicia didn’t remember much from the Final Battle. Bits and pieces, flashes of memories from here and there. Like Susan crying, the smile on Fred’s face, Oliver asking her why she was packing plush animals into her Healer bag, and the sight of a pile of biscuits on a platter in the middle of the rubble. What she did remember clearly, however, was the sense of purpose she had felt, that for once, in all of her grief and mourning she knew what to do and where to be. So it was with an odd sense of proud and melancholy nostalgia that she had arrived in Hogsmeade with Adrian and the twins.

Along with the twins, she had visited the gravesites of her friends, just like they had done every year since the war, and just like she had done on the 25th when they had gone to Daniel’s and Nigel’s graves. She had asked Adrian if he had wanted to come along, and had understood when he had opted out. It couldn’t be easy for him, she was sure of that, but hadn’t wanted to press him about it. Afterwards they had met up with Adrian and had Flooed to Hogsmeade together. It hadn’t taken long before the first of “her” kids had shown up to say ‘hello’ and fill her in on the latest news, and Alicia had enjoyed hearing it all and sending them off again, sometimes with a couple of Galleons if she knew them to be from families who couldn’t afford a whole lot. Several of them she had personally signed permission slips for in order for them to leave the school today, and every single one of them had thanked her for it.

One of the girls, a sixth year student and Ravenclaw Prefect had brought over three of her friends and had asked if they could go take Isla and Liam to look at the Winged Horses. Alicia had sent them off with her blessing and permission to go for a ride if that was something they wanted to do. Watching them head off, she laced her fingers through Adrian’s and rested her head against her shoulder.

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Re: Alicia and Adrian and OPEN

adipucey
2015-05-04 06:20 pm UTC (link)

Adrian leaned into Alicia and kissed her hair. He'd been quiet today, he knew, since he'd met up with her and the twins, but he wasn't sure he should be part of the festivities, and feeling unsure wasn't something he had to deal with very often.

His family had ignored the anniversary for years, opting to hide out on the islands and not speak of it. After Voldemort had fallen, the Puceys first reaction was fear - did any of his followers know of Ryan's potions work? Would they speak? Would someone come and get them? But they also felt immense relief, Sear most of all having fallen in love with Muggle Will. Adrian had been happy Potter and the others had won, more happy than he'd ever really expressed - joy and excitement weren't in his usual repertoire after all - but he still felt as if he didn't belong here today. Had his father hurt some of these people? What did Alicia think about that? Had she?

He sighed, "It's a beautiful day, makes me wonder if the Ministry spelled the weather," he smiled small and sad, speaking into her hair.

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Re: Alicia and Adrian and OPEN

_alicia_
2015-05-14 11:14 am UTC (link)

“I hope not,” Alicia said with a small scoff, though she was still smiling pensively. “They have entirely too much power as it is I’d hate to think they can control the weather as well.” She looked up at him, and instantly her smile turned warm and loving.

As hard as it was for her to be here today, both with the memories and the lack thereof and the loss of her friends and family, she believed it had to be harder for Adrian. Considering who his friends had been and some still were, she was certain that he had lost friends too, only despite the Ministry’s supposed efforts to honour everybody today, there just didn’t seem to be sent all that much official honour in the direction of those who had fallen while fighting on the side of Voldemort. Loss of life was always sad, but even Alicia had to admit that she hadn’t shed many tears for them… then again, she hadn’t known any of them other than by name. For Adrian, however, it had to be different, and with his family’s history…

She couldn’t be prouder of him for doing this or more grateful for going here with her if for no other reason than it meant something to her. “Let’s go get some coffee before we get swamped my teenagers again.”

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Gobstones stall - Feel free to add your ideas for the new sets

dark_blaise
2015-05-06 02:39 am UTC (link)

Blaise was fortunate enough in that he wasn't going to have to work the booth the entire day. He had his current pet project to work on so he'd made a point of ordering raw gobstones in bulk so that there were plenty available today for manipulation. All anyone had to do was come by with an idea for a new effect and ask to create a base prototype using the temporary spell of their choice.

So far today, he'd seen everything from stones that flattened to avoid being hit to stones that would shatter others upon impact. No idea was turned away even though Blaise already knew that any that would cause unrepairable damage to another was liable to quickly be thrown out. After all, Gobstone players tended to hold their personal sets in high regard and he wasn't about to add breaking up hexing matches to his currently assigned duties when someone took out another's favorite stone.

Another check of the quills and the required forms that had to be filled out to clear oneself for an attempt and Blaise felt confident enough to leave the booth for a little while. That is once he watched the idea of the most recent person to approach the stall.

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