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Post by Phoenix on May 1, 2015 20:04:14 GMT -5
May Day
Oh, yes, with ever changing sports, We whiled the hours away; The skies were bright, Our hearts were light, In the merry, merry month of May
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Post by Adelaide Pendergrast on May 1, 2015 20:24:05 GMT -5
Adelaide was standing outside, looking at the vast, clear grounds on a beautifully sunny, cloudless day. This winter had been long and hard, especially for Adelaide who normally was partial to summertime and warm days. She knew many of the students were anxious to celebrate when the first pink blooms of the tulips and the yellows of daffodils finally peaked out from under the long covered grounds, filling the outdoors with pockets of color. She closed her eyes and tilted her face towards the sun, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.
She flicked back the sleeves of her pale blue airy robes and began a long stream of enchantments. Streams and sparks burst forth from her willow wand, encircling the grounds and becoming woven chairs, benches and tables. Then there were the long banquet tables made sturdy from the chopped wood pile at the Groundskeepers cabin, and the throne for the soon to be crowned May Day Queen close to the lake shore. Flowers of white, blue, pink, yellow and purple flowed over the new furniture, situating themselves as low floating centerpieces and weaving themselves into the chairs and benches. The more elaborate flowers encircled themselves in the throne, making it the perfect seat for a Queen. Finally a tall white pole erected itself in the middle of the grounds; ribbons of every color imaginable flowed out from the top and fluttered down to rest against the pole, gently moving in the breeze.
With another sweep of her wand, the grand front oak doors opened and a long stream of house elves filed out, carrying all sorts of cold and hot plates of food, from sandwiches to heaps of fresh fruit and raw vegetables to cookies and tiny tea cakes, and of course large bowls of fruity May Day punch. At the same time, the groundskeeper arrived with eight white horses; Adelaide waved her wand and woven carriages meant for one or two attached themselves to the horses while flowers bloomed all over. With a small sigh, Adelaide pointed her wand to her own hair, which braided itself into an elegant updo with tiny yellow and white flowers fastened securely within the braids. She nodded once to herself; the students should be arriving at any moment, so she walked over to one of the larger wicker chairs and sat down out her legs. She was not quite hungry yet; now all she had to do was wait.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2015 11:04:52 GMT -5
"So this is Hogwarts version of celebrating," Tahlia said quietly to herself as she stepped out into the blinding sun, her pale green robes bringing out the red in her long hair. This was her first celebration of sorts at Hogwarts, having gone home to her grandmothers in Swansea for the Christmas holidays this past December. She was much more accustomed to the American way of celebrating; cheering and shouting outside Fenway Park, photos being snapped in front of Fanuiel Hall, and picnics in the Common situated in the center of busy Boston. Thinking of her old home made Tahlia's heart pang slightly as she remembered her mother, and the day she had left with her Aunt Desdemona for a new adventure at Hogwarts. She was still angry with her for having her memory wiped of all magic when she was six, but deep down she recognized her mother was simply trying to protect her. Perhaps this summer she would ask her aunt to take her back to Boston for a few weeks so she could sit down and really talk with her mother about all that had happened.
Not really seeing anyone except the Headmistress, who was still a little intimidating no matter how kind she had been when Tahlia showed up green and untested last September, so she found herself wandering towards the food tables. Her stomach rumbled hungrily as she spotted a raspberry tart, one of her favorite desserts that she had tried last summer when she first moved to Wales. She took one and popped it into her mouth, letting the savory sweet juice from the raspberry tickle her tongue before swallowing. She picked up a napkin and after putting another tart into it walked away, meandering towards the lake where a group of chairs and benches sat. She took a seat on one of the benches and tucked her feet up under her. Taking a bite of the second tart, she reached into her bag and pulled out her Transfiguration book. Transfiguration was one of the classes she was having more trouble with, and since she didn't know anyone else at school she immersed herself, not even noticing if other people joined her.
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Post by Noah Wayland on May 4, 2015 19:41:08 GMT -5
The afternoon sun beat down generously on the Hogwarts grounds, bathing the students in its radiant warmth. It was a welcome change from the rainy April weather they had sustained for the past month. Having been born in southern California and raised in tropical climates ranging from the islands of Indonesia to the coasts of the Galapagos, Noah was used to some wild weather. However, the steady grey skies and misty rain that had plagued the Hogwarts grounds had easily put a damper on Noah's usually incredibly high spirits. When the sun finally broke through the sky, it was like having a wet blanket lifted off. The bonus was that the grounds were luscious - the grass was emerald green, the flowers of the gardens were vivid and aromatic, and the bright orange pumpkins from the patch could be spotted even from the top of the highest towers. Indeed, it was the perfect atmosphere for the annual May Day celebration.
As Head Boy, part of Noah's duties were to help the Headmistress set up. It was rather boring work, just moving a lot of benches and chairs around with his wand, pretending to look useful. Whenever the Headmistress would glance in his direction, he would pretend to stir the punch or decorate a tree with colourful ribbon. Finally, after what seemed like hours, students finally began to trickle down into the grounds. Noah popped a cookie off a passing house elf's tray and made his way towards the first bunch of Hufflepuff boys who were meandering over. "Afternoon lads," Noah boomed, clapping his hands together. "Hey you look like the right build for a Chaser, you should consider trying out!" he suggested casually, moving on towards the next couple of students, welcoming them all to the celebration. It wasn't really necessary, but Noah would much rather socialize than set up. He noticed a younger redhead hanging out at a bench by herself with her nose buried in a book. Instantly he thought of Margaux and how she had been reading alone in the greenhouse when they had first met, and it brought a smile to his face. He sauntered over to the girl and let his shadow cast down upon her page. It looked like a Transfiguration book. He cleared his throat and mustered up his best serious authoritative voice. "Excuse me miss but I'm sorry to inform you that studying is strictly prohibited at this party." He managed to keep a straight face for a couple of seconds, his badge gleaming in the sunlight, before a large smile cracked through. "Only pulling your leg. But really, I'm sure Transfiguration can wait."
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 14:42:48 GMT -5
Tahlia felt slightly annoyed that someone would interrupt her studying, but as she looked up to give him a piece of her mind, she saw that the person who had spoken was none other than Noah Wayland, the Head Boy and Quidditch captain of Hufflepuff. She had to restrain herself from allowing her jaw to drop open. She would have expected him to be off with students his own age, or the girl from her house she always saw him with, not talking to a nobody like her.
"Transfiguration is proving to be difficult for me, since I don't know anyone I figured I would take the time to study," she said, then wondered if she sounded stupid. "What I mean is, I just transferred here from...the US, so I'm still sort of trying to catch up with my year," she added, hoping her cheeks weren't turning pink.
Reluctantly, she marked the place in her book and closed it gently. She put it back into her bag and looked around. While she had been studying, more students had arrived to the celebrations; none that she had met yet of course, but some did at least look familiar to her. She looked back up at Noah. "So...are all Hogwarts events like this?" she asked him.
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Post by Noah Wayland on May 12, 2015 21:06:29 GMT -5
Noah caught the look on the girl's face, and hoped he hadn't scared her. Sometimes he was a little overwhelming, as Margaux had told him on several occasions. "Transfiguration is a real pain, I won't lie, but you're not going to get anything done out here. Too many distractions and too nice a day," Noah said, stretching his arms out to make his point. His interest was piqued when she mentioned that she was a transfer student. "Well, then let me personally welcome you to the best magical institution in the whole world. I'm actually from the US as well. Born, but not raised. California, what about you?" he asked. Since he had lived so many different places all over the world, he was always curious to see where others were from.
Noah smirked when the girl asked if all Hogwarts events were like this. "You mean excessively over the top in an attempt to force inter-house cohesion? Absolutely. Wouldn't have it any other way," he responded with a friendly wink. "For a new student, you've already mastered the key to these events - arriving early. That way," Noah said, pausing to pick up a mini cheesecake off a passing house elf's tray, "you get first dibs on all the best food." He popped the cheesecake in his mouth before swallowing with satisfaction. "I'm Noah by the way. Hufflepuff," he said, extending a hand.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 10:20:19 GMT -5
Tahlia felt herself relaxing as Noah continued to talk to her. She had felt much like a fish out of water upon arriving at Hogwarts with her weird mix of an English/Boston accent and being completely clueless of her magical studies hadn’t helped at all. She was still used to being a closed up clam shell when it came to socializing, so people only cautiously asked if they could help her when she was catching up. She smiled when he said he was born in California; almost everyone she had met so far had been born somewhere in the UK and it was nice to meet someone from America finally.
“I’m from Massachusetts, Boston actually. My father’s family lives in Wales which is where he was from, and that’s where I stay on holidays,” she told him, finally moving her Transfiguration book from her lap back securely into her bag. “Do you ever miss California from what you remember of it? I miss Boston a lot sometimes,” she asked him, standing. She took his extended hand and shook it. “My name is Tahlia, I’m in Ravenclaw like the Head Girl,” she told him, then felt her cheeks grow warm. She was certain that he already knew that the Head Girl was in Ravenclaw since he surely spent plenty of time with her.
“The food here is amazing, so much better than I was led to believe food over here was,” she added quickly, giggling. Her mother had always complained about the food in Wales whenever they were with her father’s family, though she could not remember the food herself for some reason. It was one of the mysterious blanks of her life from before the age of seven, when her memory was incredibly spotty.
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Post by Evangeline Divaolo on May 18, 2015 16:45:11 GMT -5
Eva stood behind the enormous corridor where it lead to open ground where the festival was held at, and well hidden enough to observe the students. She hasn't yet recognized anyone but the headmistress on the wicker chair, but she never personally spoke to headmistress yet. The May Day Celebration was a bad omen for Eva; it meant she would have to see her cruel grandpa at King's Cross and be dragged by ear. Eva flickered with her precious wand in her deep pocket, dreading of going home at end of the year.
Before the moment she step out from the behind corridor, she hesitated for few seconds with her eyes closed. Eva wasn't planning on coming to the celebration but seemed like the curiosity got the best of her. She was mentally scanning herself to review what she was wearing, and to her dismay; she was wearing school uniform still. Eva quickly rolled button sleeves up to elbows, and loosen the tie to make her look like somewhat relaxing after a long day at work. Her chin length brown hair was tucked behind her ears, but it was obvious she forgot to comb her hair this morning. She had several leather bracelets on her both wrist with colorful beads and charms, and she also had a leather necklace but it wasn't too obvious since it was hidden under the shirt.
Eva was gathering the courage to step out. The fat and older student bolted out from the grand door and pushed Eva to the ground in the processing. It caught her off guard which was led her shouting, "UNICORN TURD!" at the unknown boy which was already too far to recognize. Eva hurriedly pick herself up while brushing dirt off from her knees, and then ran toward large numbers of Slytherin students surrounded the long oak table. She was secretly hoping no one saw it, but it was quickly forgotten as she reached for fresh croissant, her favorite food.
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Post by Margaux Rousseau on May 19, 2015 21:39:47 GMT -5
Margaux took her Head Girl duties very seriously. So seriously, in fact, she capitalized the first letters of each word because the title was so important to her. She and Noah had been put in charge of the typical menial tasks, such as mixing punches and hanging streamers. Noah wasn't much help, but Margaux didn't care much. She had lightened up considerably since becoming a prefect in her fifth year, and now that she was about to graduate and all she really didn't want to leave the school as a stuck up prick.
It didn't seem to take a long time for other students to start arriving. Margaux lightly touched Noah's arm before they went their separate ways. He started flirting with some boys about Quidditch or something, a topic much suited for her twin. Margaux wondered where Luke was anyways, quite sure that he would not in fact make an appearance at this event. He was probably practicing quidditch or something with his girlfriend. Margaux grinned to herself, so happy that he was happy. They hadn't seen much of each other, but it was alright. She knew that he was happy, the whole twin sense was not a myth.
A house elf wandered past Margaux, a tray full of fruit tarts. Margaux picked one up absently, her eyes scanning the crowd for another familiar face. She found Noah in conversation with a girl she vaguely recognized that was a few years younger than herself, and with an encouraging smile, turned around. She was staring blankly at the greenhouses when she heard the most curious curse. Margaux glanced at the oak front doors, spotting a girl with short brown hair. Could that profanity possibly have come from her mouth? She seemed too young to know that kind of stuff... But the girl quickly scurried off to the table. Margaux approached the long table, and the girl in question. "Was that you? I've never heard unicorn turd used in context," said Margaux thoughtfully. She did a one-over of the girl, and felt bad for not knowing her. As head girl, she was supposed to know everyone. "Who are you?"
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Post by Noah Wayland on May 25, 2015 17:15:06 GMT -5
Noah listened intently as the girl explained that she was from Boston, Massachusetts. Of all the places Noah had lived, the east coast of the United States had never been called 'home' to him. However, it was his aspiration in life to travel to as many different places as possible and soak up all the different cultures. School could teach him the basics, but how else was he really supposed to learn unless he ventured out and experienced things for himself? When Noah had first come to Hogwarts, he was slightly disappointed that almost everybody he associated with was from the UK or nearby. A couple of students were from other countries, but he hadn't met too many other fellow Americans.
"I can relate. My father's family was from California while my mother grew up near Cornwall. As a family we were always moving around, so to be honest even though I was born in California I didn't grow up there, so can't say I remember much of it. We settled down when my mum got tired of home schooling my older brothers and decided it was best just to ship us off here when our time came," Noah explained with a grin. "I'm living in the UK now, but one day I hope to get back to California. I'd love to learn to surf," Noah added, winking.
Noah shook Tahlia's hand and couldn't help but smirk as she mentioned being in Ravenclaw, like the Head Girl. Noah quickly spotted Margaux across the grounds, talking to a younger girl. "Ah yes, she's right over there. Oi Margaux!" Noah called, cupping his hands around his mouth. When she caught his eye, he waved enthusiastically and wiggled his eyebrows. He turned his attention back to Tahlia. "If you ever need a tutor with Transfiguration, she's the smartest girl I know. Seriously, she's saved me from some bad grades too many times to count," Noah admitted. He picked up a mini tart off another passing tray and popped it into his mouth. "The food here is the best. If you ever want to sneak down to the Kitchens, I can tell you how to get in. But you didn't hear it from me. I'm not supposed to be enforcing that sort of thing, if you know what I mean," Noah said with a laugh. He was always eager to help new students, albeit in different ways than the faculty approved of.
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Post by Phoenix on Jun 27, 2015 9:39:27 GMT -5
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