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 The Great Hall, IC Announcement & Main Thread
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It was just an ordinary Saturday morning in the Great Hall – or so everyone presumed. Students were sitting at the four house tables, some still sleepy, others already exuberant at the thought of exams finally being over. The enchanted ceiling above their heads showed clouds lazily drifting by, and ghosts glided past the tables, sometimes stopping to have a chat, while students filled up on eggs, bacon, sausages, croissants, and more. The Pink Lady watched them from her throne chair at the centre of the High Table, where the staff was eating. They didn’t know that their headmistress had planned for this to be a special day either. She waited for everyone to have finished breakfast to break the news.

“Dear students,” the Pink Lady got up and addressed the crowd. Slowly, the chatter died down and everyone looked up at the headmistress. She was an odd lady, only ever seen in bright pink robes and a hat whose brim was wide enough to hide all of her face but her pink lips – nobody even seemed to know her name. She was a mysterious but powerful witch, and while some of her decisions for Hogwarts were odd, they were always respected, for she was respected. With a wave of her hand, the plates on all five tables vanished.

“I know you’ve all worked hard this June, so before you go home later this term, I wanted to surprise you with a game.” At this, some students resumed their talking, and the Pink Lady waited for things to quiet down before she continued. “At the end of this game, there will only be one winner. This winner will be able to choose one of three prizes…” The Pink Lady flicked her wand and three pedestals appeared in front of her. Something was standing on each, but velvet cloth was draped over the items to hide them. The Lady unveiled them one by one as she spoke. “Option one, a time-turner… Option two, an invisibility cloak… Option three, a magic carpet… Whichever prize the winner chooses, they’ll be able to use the item for three months before its magic will run out.” Now that everyone had seen the prizes, she veiled them again, and with a flick of her wand the items returned to wherever she was keeping them. Excited whispering filled the Great Hall, and the Pink Lady held up her hands to beckon silence.

“The game… will be a game of Paintwand,” her bright pink lips smirked underneath the brim of her hat. “Allow me to demonstrate. Coloro!” She turned around and pointed her wand, pink paint shot out, and the headmistress drew a heart on the back wall with it. Then she turned around to continue her explanation, “It is a simple spell, and you will use it to shoot your peers. Anyone who is hit by paint, is out. The last person standing will win. Now, look underneath your tables… You will find vials of paint there, which you can use in addition to your wand. I’ve hidden them all over the castle, for this game won’t be limited to the Great Hall. The whole castle will be your playing field.”

She clapped her hands with a smile, “Let the game begin. Good luck.”

It didn’t take long for the game to commence. With a loud “coloro!”, a young and eager Gryffindor student threw the first paint, and soon paint was flying everywhere, in all four house colours. The vials of pink paint were retrieved from under the table and thrown like grenades, and the tables themselves were flipped on their sides so they turned into screens to hide behind. Some students didn’t stay to be in the thick of the fight, and fled to take their chances elsewhere in the castle.

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Welcome to The Great Hall – which has turned into a Paintwand battlefield! Now that you’ve read The Pink Lady’s IC announcement, make sure you read the OOC ANNOUNCEMENT as well, then familiarise yourself with THE GAME RULES, and SIGN UP HERE!

You can post in this thread if you want in on the action in the Great Hall, or start your own threads in this forum if your characters are running through the castle!

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Jun 9 2018, 03:22 AM   Link Quote
Truth be told, mornings usually didn’t agree with Nechtan McMahon. He was the kind of person that, had be been a muggle, would have probably needed at least six different alarms, each set ten minutes apart, in order to wake up. And even being a wizard at Hogwarts, he still rarely ever made it to breakfast with more than fifteen minutes before class began. That Saturday morning, of course, was not different from most, and by the time the young lion woke up, all of his roommates were already gone. Which, from Nechtan’s own perspective, was somewhat of a blessing, as the last thing he needed when having just woken up was dealing with annoying roommates who did stupid things like singing and making moronic comments that only caused him to want to punch them right in their ugly noses. Obviously, Nech had a great relationship with his roommates.

Now, of course, much alike just about any other person at the school, Nechtan had no idea that that particular Saturday morning wasn’t going to be like most. And as he walked down Gryffindor tower and towards the Great Hall, the second of the McMahon brothers found himself blissfully unaware of the battle he would soon find himself being a part of; his thoughts instead focused on more important things – particularly: coffee and toast. The first sign that something was going on was actually the couple of younger students he saw running away from the Great Hall as he took a final turn towards it, which – although it probably should have – didn’t really strike him as odd. He figured they probably had done something to upset a professor and were trying to get away before they were given detention. Smart, and not really an unrealistic situation.

But, boy, was he wrong.

What the fuck,” was the first thing Nechtan managed to exclaim as he stepped into the Great Hall, just in time to hear the incantation Coloro ring not once, not twice, but about fifteen times through the walls of the grand room. Students ran from place to place, and some even attempted to hide under tables, paint of all colours – or well, more like red, yellow, blue, green, and pink – shot out of wands and splashed against clothes, plates, walls and floors alike. Some people slipped, some people fell when trying to escape, and no professor seemed to be doing anything to stop that whole mess. And Nech? Nech just stood by the door, trying to make sense of the situation before him because clearly he must have missed some announcement or something. “Ah, what the hell.” He whispered to himself then, bringing out his wand; as clearly, if people were going to try shoot paint at him, the least he could do was try defend himself…right? Would he even be able to get some breakfast in the middle of all that? He hoped so, because coffee seemed like something he really needed in order to deal with a situation like that…

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Nech is… fashionably late. He overslept, inconveniently missing the Pink Lady’s speech (because Stells likes being mean to him) and making it to the Great Hall when paintwand is already going on. It’s chaos, and naturally, he joins in. Cause why the hell not?


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Jun 9 2018, 01:58 PM   Link Quote
Griffin hadn’t eaten much at breakfast, he’d mostly just been poking his food listlessly. Anxieties he couldn’t grasp and questions he didn’t understand plagued him, such as not knowing how to feel about going home soon. School being out for summer was great, wasn’t it? No class, no homework, no professors telling you what to do. Of course his mum would be at home… except she wouldn’t be, she’d always be working, so he’d mostly just be alone. Not that he minded being alone, though, right? He’d always been by himself, he was used to it, he preferred it really. The friends – or, well, friend – he’d made at Hogwarts also wouldn’t be around during the summer. Not that he needed Jason or anything (or anyone). He could spend his summer reading comic books (that he’d read a hundred times before) and watching the telly. His mum had promised to record Doctor Who while he was at Hogwarts, so he could catch up with the last season… That’d be a few days down, more than seven weeks to go… He wondered what he was getting for his birthday. It wouldn’t be anything expensive, but it’d be nice, she always got him something he liked. Like the chemistry set he still used, or the Lord of The Rings trilogy, or Anthony Horowitz books. Maybe she’d take him to a movie on her first day off to make up for not being able to celebrate his birthday on the day itself. Maybe they could go see the new Jurassic World film.

At first, the Pink Lady’s speech mostly just reminded him about the exams, and that he’d receive his report card at home some weeks later. He didn’t know how well he’d done, never really caring about it at the time itself, and barely increasing his studying. Later there was always that guilty nagging in the back of his mind, a little voice that knew that he could’ve done better, and that all his teachers and even his mum knew so, but he never learned from it and would continue to wing it next time. Griffin didn’t posses the necessary maturity and reflective skills to actually deal with these worries and analyse what they meant, so they just manifested as a vague feeling of unease, like white noise in the back of his mind. The game that commenced once the Pink Lady had finished her speech, was a welcome distraction.

Griffin had barely paid attention to what the headmistress was saying, he’d assumed it was just another boring end-of-the-year speech, like so many of their professors had given on the last day of class, and had allowed his mind to wander. The sudden paint that flew through the air and landed against the wall behind him brought him back to reality. At once, everyone else seemed to reach for their wand, so Griffin did the same, and he quickly understood the game that was being played. He crawled under the table for cover, and decided he had to get to Jason. Getting to throw paint at people, with no regard for their clothes or even the furniture in the Great Hall? This sounded like something they could’ve dreamt up themselves!

Once he saw his chance, the short third year leapt out of his hiding spot and sprinted across the Hall, jumping over puddles of paint along the way, to the Gryffindor table. “JAY!” He yelled, but fortunately his friend was much taller and much easier to find, and he spotted him almost immediately. Griffin joined him grinning from ear to ear. “Whose dormmates are we going after first? Yours or mine?”

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Griffin wasn’t paying attention to the Pink Lady but he’s up for this game all the same. He quickly finds @Jason De Bonis and asks him who their first targets will be, suggesting their dormmates.
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Jun 9 2018, 03:47 PM   Link Quote
Hooray, the school year would end soon, which meant going back home to the arms of a loving family… But not for Johanna Corduroy. As soon as Hogwarts would allow her, she’d be working full-time at The Hog’s Head, and sleeping in a room above the inn. She’d leave most of her things at Hogwarts, because really, what was the point of bringing them along if she wasn’t really going anywhere? She’d get up early in the morning, and work until late in the evening, taking every shift they’d offer her, to save up for next year – when she would inevitably be forced to leave Hogwarts and find a place of her own. She didn’t want to stay at Hogsmeade, the town mentality so foreign to a city girl. This couldn’t possibly be the only part of the magical world, the only kind of life it had to offer – old-fashioned and stuffy, stuck in a past that the modern-minded Johanna couldn’t find herself at home in. Surely there had to be a different community out there – urban witches, who hid their magic, or passed it off as a parlour trick. Perhaps muggles walked by magic every day without noticing, in the hustle and bustle of the city. If there was such a community, hidden in Liverpool or London’s underground, Jo was determined to find it.

While many of her peers were excited about the summer vacation, Jo thus saw a rather bleak prospect for hers – get up, work, eat, sleep, rinse and repeat. She went through the motions of the last days of school without any enthusiasm, and sat by herself (as usual) at the end of the Slytherin table during The Pink Lady’s speech, with her arms crossed above the table, and her chin resting on them. It wasn’t until the headmistress announced the prizes that she sat up straighter to see better. Suddenly she was interested, because think of what she could do with those! …Well, actually, she didn’t know what she would do with any of them – yet. Surely she would think of something if she won. Maybe it could help her get her life together. Maybe she could sell something for cash. The lanky sixth year got up quickly, procuring her wand from her back pocket, and ran away from her housemates. She was lucky she never sat close to the other Slytherins, always sitting at the very end of the table, close to the doors. That’s where she was headed, her first instinct to get away from the fight – as it always had been.

It was there, once she’d reached the Great Hall’s doors, that she saw a familiar face – Nechtan McMahon, the Gryffindor fifth year she’d spent a detention with. “Oi, look who decided to show up,” she quipped as she approached him, slowing down as she spoke. She almost came to a halt next to the other lost soul when she came to her senses. Why would she stop? She had to get out of the line of fire if she wanted any chance at surviving! That’s when she noticed that others had clearly had the same idea as her – and a whole group of students were headed for the Great Hall’s doors, where she was currently positioned. They were sitting ducks there.

“Better find cover, mate!” she shouted after Nechtan, giving him a rough pat on the shoulder as she sprinted away from the door. As she ran, she suddenly wondered why she hadn’t shot him. She hadn’t even considered it.

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Johanna’s first instinct is to get away from the fight and run towards the Great Hall’s doors. There she bumps into @Nechtan McMahon, and then she realises that other students are heading towards the doors as well and that they’re standing there like sitting ducks, so she starts running again.

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Clouds lazily dragged across the enchanted ceiling, though magically brilliant the lion would have been much more happy had he actually been outside. There was something so confining about being surrounded by walls, it was claustrophobic, suffocating, and worst of all it was dull. Rory had always been a wild child with wind blown hair and dirt that he could never quite get out from under his fingernails. He liked the feeling of bare feet on cool soil on a hot summer day, and the way the bumble bees would wandered from flower to flower. The little lion whined half to himself, half to anyone that would listen, pouting as the food vanished from before them. Sure he hadn’t been eating at that exact moment but… what if he got bored during this lecture or whatever it was? A waffle sounded good right about now, it certainly sounded better than listening to the boss lady. Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah, blah blah game. The single word caught his attention, causing the slouching lion to straighten and crane his neck to see around the taller students. “Dude…” the Irish boy mumbled to himself, he wanted that… wait which one would he even choose?

Probably the magic carpet…

Rory was busy half daydreaming about racing a magic carpet, while at the same time still trying to pay attention to what the rules were. In his vast and expansive experience with bending and breaking the rules, it always helped to know what the rules were to start with. For the sake of arguing his innocence later on. Not that he ever got caught, he was too cool for all that nonsense. Rookies, he thought smugly, choosing to ignore the fact last evening had been spent serving another detention because… well that obviously hadn’t been his fault. Duh. Thinking about rules -and breaking them, to be more specific- an invisibility cloak would be very handy for sneaking around after dark. With something like that he could go wherever he wants and no one would ever be any the wiser and that was just something he absolutely had to have.

Pink paint exploded from the Head Mistress’ wand and it was just in time to draw the rowdy young lion back in to focus, actually knowing the spell would help to lead him to victory. Knowing that there could only be one, well Rory wouldn’t think twice about blasting his friends with paint, and there were more than a few people he was hoping to see on this brilliant and exciting morning. It was a Gryffindor that was first to react and send paint flinging across the great hall. It was so exciting he nearly squealed as the battle started, as others dove for cover or tried to run for the doors the little lion leapt onto the Gryffindor table top, “THIS IS SPARTA!” the tiny lion loudly declared before diving behind a flipped table. Oh it was on, like donkey kong!

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Rory is not paying attention to the boring boss lady, at least not until she says that magical word: game. The prizes are cool and he has some ideas about what he would pick, time to kick butt and take names!
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It was almost time to go home for break, and well Tori wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about it. Of course not having classes to worry about was always a bonus, but at what cost? Sometimes the ballerina felt lost within her own thoughts, unable to makes heads or tails of how she actually felt. It all felt complicated. It wasn’t all so bad really, it was easy to brush her own feelings out of the way when it came to how such things might affect those around her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, there was a part of her that considered arguing that she needed the extra class time, and summer would be a less stressful time to focus on those sorts of things. It would have been a lie though, or at least her intentions would not have been true and it was a decision she was still struggling with.

It was the voice of the Hogwarts Headmistress that pulled Victoria from her own thoughts, the tall Spaniard allowed her attention to wander to the mysterious women in pink, partly wondering if anyone knew much about her. It was simple curiosity, Tori had always enjoyed listening to people talk about their lives. It wasn’t always so much about the story that was being told, but the way someone told it would convey a lot more than words alone. Dark eyes wandered away to find the chatty group of younger Hufflepuffs that were seated a few seats away, a single brow raising as they stared back and fell silent… finally. Even with the minor distraction she had been listening, in all honesty she wasn’t really concerned about the prizes. It did sound fun, even with thoughts of home putting a damper on her normally cheerful mood Tori could appreciate the light-hearted spirit of the game.

Glancing around from table to table she searched for familiar faces, hoping that she could buddy up with someone else. As much as the ballerina enjoyed games, she did not like being alone in the game. As a ballerina she could glide across the floor gracefully with leaps and spins, but the moment it came to a wandwork she froze up and got clumsy. Even if she did find someone to hunker down with it was all only a matter of time before she would end up being eliminated anyway. It wasn’t the end of the world for her, Tori was just hoping to get a few minutes of fun with her friends before being blasted.

There was a demonstration of the spell and instructions and then all hell broke out in the Great Hall. Paint came flying first from the Gryffindor table and then from all four houses, paint splattering against the walls in the house colors. And pink, the badger reminded herself as a pink paint grenade went off towards the entrance. Everything around her flew into motion while somehow it felt like she was moving in slow motions, hunkering down against the bench as paint flew over her head. Tori kept her head down until the paint had stopped flying in her direction, taking the brief moment of freedom to peak up from her hiding spot.

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Tori has mixed feelings about going home and stuff, but she thinks Paintwand could be fun…. Or at least she did until it started, now she is just hiding on the bench and keeping her head down.


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Naughty word warning. Won't someone plleeeaaassseee think of the children!?

Some people claimed that Jason ate like a pig, but the truth was, he actually ate like a duck. See the thing is, pigs actually chew their food before they swallowed. Jay had a habit of shovelling as much food as his mouth could fit, before tilting his head back and hoovering it down his throat. A tactic that was formed from living in a household with three siblings as unruly as himself, where dinner was seen as less of a family routine and more of a contact sport. The amount of his brothers’ spit and boogers — and not to mention other unmentionable body secretions — he had eaten off a piece of meat they had attempted to mark as their territory, just to prove no amount of repulsion could deter him, was alarming. The prospect of another summer spent in the constant war that was the De Bonis household loomed over him. This was probably going to be the last time he could eat some jizz-free eggs for the next two months.

So, much like the little pixie fart he claimed as his bestie, the grotesque Gryffindor missed most of their headmistress’ speech, her words drowned by the unholy squelching and sucking noises that was Jay eating. Yolk dripped down his chin as he looked up just in time to see the Pink Lady emit a jet of paint from her wand, coloured for her weirdly mysterious namesake. A cry burst out from somewhere down his own table, and soon enough the Great Hall descended into jungle law. He looked around, as people started shouting and running, looking upward as Rory Storm jumped onto the table and claimed that this was… a thing Jason didn’t know. This was complete and utter chaos, like being thrown into an insane asylum. For a moment, all the third year could do was look around him in a state of wonder, “Fucking…” and he knew just what to do.

rrriiiiiIIIIIIIIPPPPPP!

Well, he was a De Bonis, after all, and he knew how to fight.. and fight dirty. Anyone who was still within a two foot radius of him started coughing and sputtering, pulling their robes up over their noses, “Oh my God,” a fourth year girl wailed while her eyes watered up, “I think I can taste it.. like it’s a solid!” Jason grinned at his handiwork.. or should I say.. buttiwork, as people scurried away from the mustard gas attack that had exploded from his backside. And with that, he clambered up onto the table holding his wand fiercely in front of him, “You fuckers want a piece of this?” He pointed his wand at his face as he spat, the remnants of his fart still wavering around him like a forcefield, “ERICA! Get outta here with that face!” He sneered, but flirtatiously so.. if that’s even a thing, to some random, background girl, “I know you want a slice of Jay-pie, baby, but I…” his words trailed off as he found himself distracted by what appeared to be his best bro running toward him.

Seriously, the kid looked like a lost fucking leprechaun on a battlefield. So much so that Jay said, “You look like a lost fucking leprechaun on a battlefield.” But his face lit up all the same, despite this oh-so masculine image he needed to maintain. It was always nice to have his sidekick by him! Because Griffin was totally his sidekick, not the other way around… Dammit, he was the bigger one! His grin only intensified, his brows lowering, at his friend’s suggestion, “Taking out the weak and… uh… pussified,” the word he was searching for was vulnerable. It didn’t exist in his vernacular, “I like the way you think, mate!” Still standing on the table like the world’s dumbest target, the lewd lion was just about to make his way down, when a sudden dark cloud descended upon them.

“Well, well, weeelllllll.

Spencer and Nathan De Bonis. It was hard to say which one of them spoke first, because much like J.K Rowling with the Weasley twins, I was far too lazy to give them discernible personalities. The sixth year boys hadn’t far to go, considering they were both Gryffindors.. and their brother was standing on their freaking table. Spencer, who was maybe the leader of the two — fuck.. I don’t know, let’s just go with that — walked toward the pair of third years, menacingly tapping his wand against his palm, “If it isn’t Queen Shitstain and her little purse dog.”

“Heh heh.. you completely de-masculinized him by reversing his gender and giving him a moniker that’s specifically used for women!”

“Fuck yeah, I did!”
“Fucking brilliant!”

The twin boys took a moment to mentally wank themselves, as Jason glowered at his older brothers, “You bellends wanna go, I’ll pin both your asses to the wall.. but leave my purse dog outta this!” Well he.. meant it in the kindest way possible. But idle threats meant nothing to do the older teenage boys, “You can kiss our asses later!” Spence pointed his wand directly at Griffin, “Nighty night, poochie.”
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Jay is so excited about paintwand that he farts! He's happy to see his favourite sidekick and purse dog, @Kyle Griffin but angry when his older NPC twin bros come to ruin the party and try to attack Griffin. >:C

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Was the whole universe conspiring against him? Were the gods up above, those which had cast him away from Olympus itself, laughing at the miseries they constantly caused him? No, probably not, and realistically speaking it was all truly because one particularly mean writer really enjoyed seeing the pompous Spaniard suffering, but from Martín’s perspective all this surely had to be divine punishment. No, this wasn’t Mars complaining about the competition. In fact, anyone who knew him would have surely expected him to be excited about the prices, and he would have been…had he not been wearing white pants that morning. See? Divine punishment! Every single time he decided to wear white pants, Hogwarts just had to have some weird event or activity that involved potentially getting dirty and ruining his outfit. The Halloween Headless Hunt, the Easter Egg Hunt, and now Paintwand. Gods damn it.

Hostias,” it was merely a whisper, yet the curse word left the lips of the lion ever so clearly, his aquamarine gaze still set on the Pink Lady as she clapped her hands and pronounced the words ’good luck’. Why did it have to begin right away!? Couldn’t she had given a time and a place where all those who wanted to participate could meet!? Yes, yes, he understood that the surprise factor probably made all of that so much more amusing for the headmistress, but come on now. Maybe, just maybe, if he managed to get out of the Great Hall intact he could go to his dorm and change before continuing with the event. Of course, it wasn’t as if Mars planned to allow anyone to hit him with a paint vial or a Coloro spell, but after chaos began to break loose and spell began to be screamed from one corner of the Great Hall to the other, it was clear that a stain could be caused by much more than just paint.

“Juno be merciful. I swear to all the gods if I end up with a coffee stain I’m suing this horror show of a school.” Martín found himself saying as he stood, a singular glare shot in the direction of the nearest student – a Fourth Year that had hidden under the table as soon as the game began – for the sole sake of good measure. If anything good had come out from almost beating the life out of Sol Flowers during Quidditch season – other than the satisfaction of...well, hitting Sol Flowers – that sure as Hades was the way a lot of people now seemed intimidated by him. They should have been from the beginning, but hey, Mars wasn’t about to go and complain when things went his way! Now, on the other hand, he most definitely was going to complain, for the floor and walls were covered in paint and even food, and students ran around the hall with no direction or sense. As soon as he looked around, the Spaniard wrinkled his nose in the slightest of ways, an obvious sign of dismay and discomfort to those who knew him well, yet also one that could seem condescending to somebody else. ’It’s alright, just get to the dorm, change, and go win this thing,’ he thought as he began to walk towards the door, confident yet cautious to avoid any possible cause for an ever-so-dreadful stain.

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Mars is here! And his biggest concern is obviously the integrity of his attire over anything else. He has a plan to make it to his dorm and go change before participating in the event... and we'll see if that happens or not (ofc it wont bc I'm an evil Stells)

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To be at Hogwarts learning all there was of wizardry and magic seemed more like a fairy-tale, or an insight into another child’s dream, than the actual reality Tigerlily now lived in. She had never imagined, even in her wildest fantasies, that their world could actually be like this, with magical plants and creatures, spells for all types of necessities and even bad people whose actions couldn’t be solved with the magic of their police! Many years passed by in her childhood with all types of mysterious occurrences, yet they never thought much of it; as common as they were, its effects, usually, weren’t noticed by others, and so there wasn’t much to worry about. Finally, when she received her letter for Hogwarts - and didn’t accept at first, for two years -, the prospect of learning magic at home was wonderful, but for the duration of home-studying she never had actual contact with the people who came from similar backgrounds, and especially no contact with many who were born knowing of magicians. For that reason, staying at Hogwarts - and familiarizing herself with a world of magic - had been so far an amazing thing, and she loved every second of it.

Perhaps the thing she enjoyed the most was the lack of preoccupation regarding keeping secrets - no more she had to bite her tongue and control her words when around other peers, careful not to let them know about the world they had discovered. Instead, everybody at Hogwarts knew of it! They were all wizards! Like her, they had their wands, some even had animals as pets, and all agreed to be at school was a wonderful reality; at the very least, this was true to the people she had met. Tiger’s first day at the house of Hufflepuff could only be described as incredible for the little girl, the people there had told her they would make an effort to show her around the school, to somehow make her feel like she had been there for longer than just a few hours. She even forgot her presence there wasn’t true in the last few years. But what did she care for? She was there now and this mattered the most.

Now, Tigerlily did feel like part of the life at school. Sometimes her heart hurt a little when missing her parents, her animals, everyone in her family, but she knew how important it was to make sure the year would be worth it - something she wouldn’t forget. Knowing they would soon be with her again brought the warmth back, along with great feelings. However, Tigerlily was entirely focused on the words of the Headmistress, who took her time to explain a game which made her all the more excited for the next few hours. There would be a competition! One with spells and ink! It’s true, she had been part of some in the past few months, but not with so many people; what if she won? The Hufflepuff girl smiled to herself, knowing too well all challenges were more than well received; she did want to win. It would be alright if she didn’t, after all, there were many students, and it wouldn’t be easy, but a chance was a chance and she would take it.

“Time to go.” Mumbling to herself, the small girl watched in excitement as students ran, picking up her wand and, not for the first time, wondering how it would be if Lao was there - they would give protection to one another! But she wasn’t, and Tiger wanted to bring victory so they could both share it together. Laughing to herself, her quick feet distanced itself from the table, aiming the exit of the Great Hall. Hiding there, close to so many others, wouldn’t be smart - it never was, at least, when she and her friends hid during games back at the ranch. She was sure she heard somebody yell something about Sparta and almost turned her head to see, but decided to keep going on the last instant.

What could only be known as the spell almost reached her at that moment, so she jumped down and finally moved forward. Breathing with a little more difficulty, she tightened the grip to her wand and now tried to reach the doors - a person, though, was blocking her way. “Coloro!” She screamed, just in time and… it didn’t reach him! Sighing, she got on his side and, beaming like a child, tried to ‘apologize’. “Sorry. You were on my way! Good luck.” And left just in time not to hear whatever he had to say.

During the run, the girl failed to recognize the person was Mars. If she had, it’s possible she would have been a little more embarrassed - not entirely, though, because it was all part of the game. Unfortunately that didn’t happen, and so she shook those thoughts away rather quickly, racing with herself to get closer to the kitchens - the one place she knew so well.

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Tiger is so excited and willing to win, she doesn't know how to play lmao. She misses [Lao] and, while on the run to get away from the Great Hall, ended up almost hitting @Martín Marzán. Now she's heading towards the kitchen!
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TW: Where there’s an annoyed Nechtan, there’s always coarse language.

Nechtan was not a lucky person. No surprise there, right? After all, had he been lucky, he wouldn’t have had to spend most of his freetime stuck in detention, nor would have ever overslept and been late for breakfast. Of course, some would have claimed that such negative events in his life were only the results of his own actions and behaviours, but what would Nechtan have said to those people? Well, probably something along the lines of: ’Fuck off, assholes’. See? Such a charming boy! How could anyone ever give someone like that detention!? It was all clearly the result of chance, just like how chance had lead to him arriving so late to the Great Hall and finding himself caught up in the middle of utter chaos.

Apparently breakfast and coffee wasn’t going to be an option that morning. A shame, really, as if the short lion was already ill-tempered and easily upset in general, just imagine how much worse it was without any caffeine in his body. Better yet, ask his roommates, as they surely had managed to upset him on more than one morning. So, what was he supposed to do now? Just leave and find something to do while all those idiots shot paint at each other like it was the most amusing thing in the world? Some people were leaving the Great Hall already, did that mean that game (or whatever it was) was going to take place in the whole damn school? Ugh.

Honestly, he should have paid more attention to his surroundings. He shouldn’t have allowed himself to be caught up in his thoughts, and he most definitely shouldn’t have been standing there: wand in hand and unmoving, by the door – an easy target for sure. It would have no surprise if he got shot. But that didn’t happen, at least not yet (whoops, spoiler alert!?), instead he found himself listening to the sound of someone shouting his name, causing him to blink multiple times before his attention set on the Slytherin girl. Oh. He knew her. What was her name again? He was sure he had heard it once or twice before, but considering the only times he saw the girl was during detention, it wasn’t as if he cared much to remember it...or at all. Yet, even if that was the case, she was likely the only person in that place who would be willing to explain what the fuck was going on.

“Yo. What the fuck is going on!?” He shouted back, because yes… sometimes Nechtan seemed to lack a filter between his words and his thoughts. But someone else must have heard the question he uttered in complete obliviousness, for the second he was about to turn and follow his ‘detention buddy’, he heard the sound of a Coloro being pronounced close by. Too close. Close enough for him to see the wand being aimed at him on the peripheral of his vision. Oh fuck. What was he supposed to do? Dodge!? Honestly, more than anything, the action happened out of instinct alone. The result of a lifetime of dodging objects thrown towards him by annoying siblings, and years and years of fencing practice where he learnt how not to get hit by an opponent. And so, he dodged, or at least tried to, for who knows he would succeed or not…

(The dice gods, that’s who.)

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Nech is still 100% confused and annoyed by all this but is surprisingly relieved to see @Johanna Corduroy because he hopes that at least she can explain to him what the heck is going on here. But of course, Stells is evil and just as he asks someone tries to shoot him with a Coloro… Let’s see if he manages to dodge!
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Jul 20 2018, 08:38 PM   Link Quote
Undeniably so, Martín Marzán considered himself to be a smart person. Of course he did. After all, he was perfect, wasn’t he? Handsome, charming, clever, hilarious, romantic, perceptive… the list of his positive qualities went on and on and often seemed neverending. But, wouldn’t a smart person have realized that he didn’t need to go all the way to his dorm to deal with the whole ’not wanting to get his white pants dirty’ situation? All it took was one carefully pronounced Transfiguration spell. A spell he had learnt back at Beauxbatons. And a spell he even used on the weekly basis. Multicolofors. Perhaps, under different circumstances it would have been the first thing Martín even thought of, but he was annoyed, and as it often seemed to happen… such feelings were quite capable of blinding his thoughts.

So, he walked towards the doors.

Yet things are never that easy, are they? Of course he couldn’t just exit the Great Hall and make his way towards his dorm without anyone bothering him. Of course something had to happen. Of course someone had to get in his way. And of course some annoyingly cheerful kid had to try shoot him and then apologize as if she really was sorry for her actions. Truly despicable. Honestly, Mars usually really like children, but WHAT IN HADES!? At first, all he could do was stare, raising a brow at the girl with the most unreadable of expressions. Thankfully she left as quickly as she appeared, rushing away without giving any explanation other than ’you were in my way.’ Wow. Good thing Mars was such a gentleman and would have never ever aimed a spell at a younger student. Unless it were a competition (which it was!), and obviously... unless said younger student was dearest Felton Quigley.

Speaking of Quigley, where was his favourite scrawny Chihuahua? Martín would have gladly stayed at the Great Hall for the mere sake of shooting that obnoxious little badger with red paint right on one of the horrendous fashion disasters he dared call outfits. He would have even risked the integrity of his own attire! Although, knowing the dislikable Fifth Year, the coward was probably already far from the Great Hall and hiding. Goes figures. With a sigh, the Spaniard looked around one last time as he walked towards the doors, and perhaps he really shouldn’t have, because if there was any sight that could convince him to stay – other than that of Felton Quigley – that was probably that of his beloved cousin hiding under a bench and looking troubled. Joder. How could he possibly not go and help Tori if she was in trouble?

There he went, a true knight in shining armour (or white pants, in this scenario), making his way towards the Hufflepuff table with conviction while hundreds of students around him shouted spells at each other. It didn’t take long for it to happen. For some Seventh Year who’s name Mars didn’t even remember to smirk as he pointed a wand at him, almost yelling a loud Coloro that made the lion’s ears ring. Gods. Had he ever done something to him? Not that Martín could recall, but it wasn’t as if he had much time to think, rapidly trying to move slightly out of the way and bringing out his wand to cast his own spell. “Coloro!

Oh. It was on. Now, hopefully the spell wouldn’t miss and he wouldn’t get hit…

Gods please.

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Mars’ struggles with his white pants continue, and he doesn’t realize that all it takes is one spell to fix things. He’s very annoyed at @Tigerlily Whipple but decides to let it pass because HE’S SUCH A GENTLEMAN -cough- He’s almost out the doors but notices that his dearest cousin @Victoria Isley is in trouble, so he decides to go help her… and ends up getting shot by some random 7th Year (because that’s how the game works! xD) Also, quick shoutout to Felton Quigley because gotta love some enemy mentions okay.

<span style="border:red solid 3px;" class="dice-roll"> Dice Roll: 1d100: 87 = 87</span>
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Jul 22 2018, 06:36 AM   Link Quote
As the Great Hall broke into chaos, Mathilde was mostly grateful they had at least waited until after breakfast to announce this game, as she wouldn’t have been as excited to jump into the action on an empty stomach. It reminded her a bit of the Saturday mornings before she came to Hogwarts, when her dad would make her pancakes before driving her to football practise. It was a hobby she’d been forced to neglect since attending Hogwarts, and the exercise was honestly something she missed. It was one of the reasons why she liked the events the school sometimes organised, whether it was carnivals or broom races, it made her feel like a kid again. For the same reason, Mats was fond of the classes that the professors tried to make into something fun. While some of her peers rolled their eyes in the background, Mats was eager to participate. It was like that today as well, and Mathilde braced herself for the game as soon as the headmistress was done speaking. She hadn’t even given the prizes any thought – she just wanted to play.

“Coloro!” Red paint shot out of her wand and landed on one of the other tables. A grin appeared on Mathilde’s face when the spell was successful, then she quickly ducked to avoid the retaliation that was send her way. Green paint splatter landed not too far from her. Her nearby housemates noticed that their hiding place was less then ideal, and one of their quidditch players decided to flip the table, so it covered them completely on one side. Staying there didn’t seem like any fun to Mats though, and she decided to run out together with some of the other Gryffindors. It was then that she noticed Martín, unfortunately clad in white, jump away from paint splatter that would’ve surely ruined his outfit. The attacker was quickly punished with the Gryffindor’s red paint, and had to slink away.

“Good job!” Mats hollered at Mars, but she didn’t have much time to stick around, paint flying left and right now that she was in the thick of the fray. Maybe she should’ve stayed in the cover of the table after all, as she didn't seem to be a very tactical person, and some of her peers were taking this fight very seriously. Clearly, it was time for her to get serious as well. Mats started running around the hall, zig-zagging in-between fellow students. Those football calves still came in handy once in a while! Her yellow locks trailed behind her and her skirt fanned out. She regretted not wearing trousers, but as she’d dressed herself that morning it had seemed too hot of a day to throw on slacks, and she had no idea of the exercise she’d be getting after breakfast.

The social butterfly couldn’t help herself – instead of attacking people, whenever she saw someone she knew she raised her hand at them and shouted “Hi!”, or alternatively, she’d yell some encouragement at someone in a pickle like she had with Mars. Maybe she should’ve thought of a better tactic, like leaving the great hall, or teaming up with others. Anything other than running around aimlessly.

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Mats is at the part of the Gryffindor table that Kiana flipped in my other post lolol When she leaves the cover of the table, she sees @Martín Marzán take out that seventh year and cheers. Then she’s off, running around the great hall to avoid getting shot, but not doing a lot of shooting herself because she knows too many people and is just saying hi to everyone she comes across. Not the best tactic.

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Jul 22 2018, 07:50 AM   Link Quote
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Jo heard Matchstick boy shout after her, but she wasn’t going to turn around. Intending to keep running, she unfortunately skidded in a pool of pink paint, her arms flailing wildly to regain her balance until the lanky teenager finally came to a halt. When she looked down, the soles of her Dr. Martens were stained with the pink paint. Fuck. The Pink Lady better have a plan to clean all of them after this was over, because Jo only owned one pair of shoes. When she looked behind her, her detention buddy narrowly escaped someone’s spell, which brought the Slytherin back to her senses – almost falling in that puddle had made her stop in the middle of the fight. She quickly scanned her surroundings, looking for a place to hide. Luckily, running away and hiding, and generally getting out of trouble she’d caused for herself, was something Johanna Corduroy was exceptionally good at. Much more so than confrontation. Jo won all of her battles by never actually fighting a battle, instead talking her way out of messes, getting people in trouble before they could make trouble for her, and other – if not dirty, at least unclean – tricks. Wile is mightier than the sword.

She spotted a suit of armour and dove behind it. She needed a new strategy, because just running for the doors and hoping she was going to make it out alive wasn’t going to do. She hadn’t figured anything out yet when Nechtan caught up with her. “Ye wanna know what’s goin’ on?” She finally replied to his question from a few minutes ago, now that they weren’t surrounded by enemy fire on all sides. “Headmistress lost her bloody mind, is what happened. Started this paint match to the death, basically. One hit with this Coloro spell, yer out.” A pink vial broke nearby, covering the armour with paint and drawing attention to their hiding spot. Jo still needed a plan, but then, she never really had plans, did she? Not beforehand at least. The Slytherin mostly made things up on the spot and then made it seem like it was her plan all along. Time for some of that quick thinking, Jo!

“Ye wanna get out of here?” She had absolutely no idea what Nechtan wanted, she barely knew the kid after all. Maybe he wanted to win too, and in the end only one student could be left – but that was a problem for later. Besides, she hadn’t told him about the prizes. Right now the issue was everyone else standing between her and a proper hiding spot, so while Johanna wasn’t exactly a team player, having some back-up might come in handy – and Jo always went for whatever was most beneficial to her. “Can’t stay here and keep our clothes clean, that’s for sure…” She’d barely said it when a 7th year noticed the students behind the suit of armour and came their way. Johanna noticed and, refusing to stay around for a fight, couldn’t do much but mumble “ah fuckin’ hell” before sprinting away. The older student already had her in his sights though, and send a wordless Coloro her way.

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Jo dives behind a suit of armour to take cover and briefly explains the paintwand game to @Nechtan McMahon. Their hiding spot is discovered by a random older student who fires at Johanna while she tries to sprint away.
Does she get hit??? Dice Roll: 1d100: 19 = 19

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Jul 22 2018, 10:28 AM   Link Quote
Kids think they’re so cool when they say nasty things

As always, Jason was his ever-charming self when Griffin found him, and while the pre-pubescent Ravenclaw didn’t like to be reminded of his below-average size (because somehow Kyle Griffin managed to look like the runt of a litter without even having any siblings he had to compete with), the stank that surrounded the table his friend was standing on was too distracting to object to the leprechaun comment. Instead, he pinched his nose and spit out a very nasal “Did you shit your fucking pants or something?” He took a step back from the table, expecting Jason to jump off anyway, and looked up at his friend with squinting eyes. Jason De Bonis was perfectly qualified to be Griffin’s friend, despite their seemingly different personalities (although in the end they were both rude and gross, and wasn’t that what really mattered?) – Jason was pretty tall for his age, and combined with his flaming red hair, this made him hard to miss, even for someone as vision impaired as Griffin. Wearing glasses was for losers! Everybody knew that. At least it’s what every movie and tv show ever had taught him. Griffin didn’t want the role of the nerd, it’s why he neglected his schoolwork as well – caring was uncool. Everybody knew that too. The runty smartass refused to be pushed in that box, actively fighting his way out of that category by being a bully instead.

But Griffin could never compete in the bully category with people who had clearly been born for that role. Although Spencer and Nathan De Bonis didn’t look like they were born so much as moulded – Griffin couldn’t image them ever being anything but the big, ugly, dumb apes that now loomed over him. Surely they were never babies. Griffin’s capacity to consider the sixth years a threat was briefly interrupted by the image of two bulky infants with bows around their bald heads, one of which was yelling ‘OI THAT’S MY PACIFIER’ in the teens' grown-up voices, then hitting the other with a rattle. Yeah, that seemed about right.

Griffin snapped out of his disturbing thoughts to an even more disturbing comment. Excuse me?! The third year glowered, which unfortunately for him wasn’t threatening at all, because unlike the twins, Griffin did look like a baby, chubby cheeks and childish curls included. Either one of the De Bonis brothers (including Jason, probably) could pick him up and throw him around like a sack of potatoes. Luckily, they were wizards, so it wasn’t necessary to throw punches at Hogwarts. Not that that had kept the Gryffindors from neglecting their wands and going for their fists before. But if he could just stay out of their hands physically, he might have a shot, because what one lacked in strength, a wizard could make up for in skill.

“You fucking done sucking each other’s dicks?” ...He really should’ve considered first that he didn’t possess much skill either, not if it involved spells he had to aim. Hello, mr. 20/200 vision?

Jason wasn’t exactly helping, somehow both antagonising both his brothers and his friend. With friends like these! He should’ve started running as soon as the obnoxious duo arrived, but Griffin didn’t consider himself a coward (although he really should). He jumped backwards when one of the two pointed something at him (he correctly assumed it was a wand), and could only think of pointing his own, shouting “Coloro!”

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Griffin asks @Jason De Bonis if he shat his pants, antagonises the De Bonis twins, and gets shot at. He tries to jump away and shoot back but…
The dice roll will tell us what happened! Dice Roll: 1d100: 18 = 18
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It was a regular morning after exams were finished.

Or so he thought. JR had slid into his seat, tired from a morning run as well as being up early. Along with the announcement that faculty members had decided to name him as Head Boy over all the students, the young man was trying to keep up with the Headmistress' announcement about a game called Paintwand. And of course, he needed to keep up and figure out how to play quickly, because now on top of the other students wanting to play, he was also probably going to be a target for some spells, with the announcement of his new title. Was Kiss around? He needed to congratulate her when he saw her, too. It was going to be quite the term or two, being Head Student with her at his side. Not that the lion minded at all. Not one bit.

A smile spread across his features for this reason, softening the outline of his confusion about this game they were supposed to being playing very soon. He hadn't even gotten breakfast, for Merlin sake. Suddenly, the Gryffindor table was moving, students all about. JR grabbed some toast and stood as choas started to erupt across the Great Hall. Students were starting to fire colors at their friends, siblings or their enemies. A soft laugh came out from the young man's throat as he shifted back towards a wall. Tugging his wand out with his right hand, he ate the slice of bread in three quick bites with the other, wiping buttery fingers on the hem of his red t-shirt.

Looking around the hall, JR looked for anyone he might know. It could be fun to turn Erik's hair green, or Liam's blue... Where was Kiss so that he could put some red into her hair. There had to be someone he knew around here somewhere. Grinning, the young man twirled his wand in his fingertips before becoming more serious. There was Mars, theres was a couple of others he recognized, but seriously, there had to be someone he could hit with a spell. Of course, he also needed to get moving so that he didn't become a sitting duck. Anyone was bound to send a spell towards the Head Boy; it was there one chance of doing so without getting into trouble. It didn't matter who exactly held the title, it was the idea of the thought and the game. The same way Professors would be targeted extra right now as well.

At least, that's what the young man figured as he moved around the Great Hall, quick on his feet, dodging some stray spells that might've been tossed his way or intended for someone else. There was an alcove in the Entrance Hall, that'd be a great spot to hide out and send spells at people. Unsuspecting people, even. This was going to be extra fun. Maybe he could even try the spell wandless, though JR wasn't holding his breath that feature would actually work.

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JR took a morning run, is a bit excited about this game, though also thinks he might be targeted since he is Head Boy and moves towards the Entrance Hall to fide a spot to hide out and cast spells at people... someone please try to hit him?

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Some may have thought that, after a few centuries of roaming through the halls of the castle, Hogwarts’ oldest spectral residents would have been more than happy to see some action. To see something, anything, that differed from the norm, that added some excitement to the monotonous existence that seemed to be the sentence of all those who became ghost. Sadly, all those people would have been terribly mistaken... or at least they would have been if judging by the reaction of Avery Julian Brigham alone.

Truth be told, as shy as the spectre may have seemed, it was not rare to see him at the Great Hall: floating high up near the enchanted ceilings, among candles and where students could not easily reach without a spell or broom. It was not something he particularly enjoyed, yet there he was almost every single day, unsure if the habit he had developed over centuries was caused by the influence of his time as a student or by something else. And, by something else, he clearly meant the presence of one particular ex Quidditch player and his insistence on letting every single student of Slytherin know never to sit on his spot – even though he technically couldn’t even sit there anymore.

“Bartolomeu!” He would call out much alike he did on most days, making his way towards his friend while being careful to avoid floating through any of the candles that illuminate the room – for surely such would have been an unpleasant feeling to any ghost. But unlike on most days, his way didn’t seem quite as free from trouble, for soon enough he felt something passing right through his chest: a vial, one that hit the right-most wall with a splash of pink paint. “By the saints!” Since when were students allowed to throw such objects at each other? What was going on? Why hadn’t any of the professors said anything at all?

Clearly, Avery had not arrived at the Great Hall in time to hear the headmistress’ important announcement. Instead finding himself looking down at the tables and trying to make sense of what he saw as students ran, stood on their chairs, hid, shot paint at each other, and yelled. So much yelling. Why did young people always have to yell? “Goodness!” Some could hear him say from up above as he attempted to find a path where he could avoid all the paint projectiles that seemed to govern the room that day. “Cease this!” He would exclaim then, brows which had once been blonde furrowing in displeasure the moment he moved quickly to avoid yet another vial of paint. Truth be told, he just wanted to go through the ceilings and get far away from that place. But first…

Bartolomeeeeeeeu!” The former Gryffindor called out once again, his words likely lost amongst the students’ yells.
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Avery didn't sign up to deal with paintwand c': He's shocked, horrified, and trying to find a way to get out of the Great Hall without having any paint go through him. And of course, he's also yelling for @Bartolomeu Dalca... because that's what he does c;
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