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BROOM CLEANING + 4TH WALL EVENT

WHO: The Whole School + ANYONE ELSE
TONE: That shit cray
RATING: PG – PG-13
WHEN: June 9th and 10th
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Broom cleaning is on the front lawn, but feel free to wander!
WHAT: Students and Teachers are cleaning brooms for the surrounding community in attempt to raise funds. Crazy hijinks ensue when the 4th wall is promptly broken.
NOTES: Use any comment format you like, and tag around! Have a good time and enjoy your stay.

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[She can't stop grinning, it's like she's been hit by a terribly strong Cheering Charm. It's just such a wonderful surprise and she can't help but look him over fondly. Magpies, honestly]

And I'm sure it's still pecking at a pile of tins somewhere. You honestly should use an owl, it's more rel--Ohhh.

[She instantly bends to the kneazle's approximate eye level, purring and reaching to stroke behind two of his four ears, both hands immediately set to the task of caressing both heads. The kneazle definitely seems to appreciate it.] Oh you beautiful creature, look at you. Gorgeous. I wonder how you came about these two heads, so odd. Must be magic, I've never known a mutation in the lines that could end up with you. Maybe it's a thing where you're from? You be sure to let me know if you can at some point. [Dierdre glances up at him with an adoringly hopeful look. He must be used to the way she talks to animals like people.] Assuming Art plans to stick around long enough for us to get acquainted.

[The way Di talks to animals like people is one of the best things about her. And normally Art would call anyone else who does the same batshit.]

[At her glance, Art just snorts and glances away with an embarrassed jerk of his head.]

You don't need me to thtick around to keep the thing. He'th yourth now.

[Her face lights up and she leans over the kneazle to kiss him again. More of a peck this time, because a cat and cat needs a name and a home and oh she needs to introduce the newcomer to the glaring of cats she's accumulated]

You're so sweet. I can't believe you brought him all this way--he is from South America right? [Suddenly talking to cat] With your coloring, you certainly can't be from around here. [AND BACK] Maybe I should name him Artollo. [Wicked little grin] Two heads and a bit miffed to be on a broom, he's just like you.

[Just seeing how excited she gets at keeping this little hellion is enough to make Artollo soften up and he puts down the cat carrier. Not like he's going to be needing it anyway now.]

Yeah, that'sth right. Really great witch over there, teacher to a local thcool and a great dancer, it wath her that helped me choothe him. [He makes a nose at the name bit.] Di, I think he hatesth me, I'm pretty thure you thould name him thomething elthe.

[She hefts the kneazle in her arms, nuzzling one head, then the other, still utterly delighted]

I'm sure she was lovely to gain such praise from you. Did you and her get along quite well? [Sudden stop] You chose him?[There had been an impression in her mind that the cat had been foisted upon him and he had brought him to her because Art was all over the place a little too much to keep a creature like a kneazle. But he'd chose the cat? She can't quite believe he really went to all that trouble for her.]

Yeah, we got along pretty well. I think thee wath making the moveth on thith other guy- [He pauses in his idle gossip about people in other countries and just awkwardly steps back. It's no secret that he can be plenty nice when he wants to be. It's just... being called out on his niceness. It's weird. Go back to gossip, please.]

Yeth, I mean, I gueth, kind of. It'sth no big deal.

[Her whole expression softens, but as much as she wants to express her gratitude and adoration, she knows that look. So she settles for a quiet smile and a nod] Thank you. Very much.

[Then she shifts gears, back to the idle chitchat] I think he'd like Balam. Wouldn't you? It's the name of a jaguar god and you do quite resemble a jaguar. Just with two heads. [She gives a head a nuzzle again] Do you think she'd approve, this lady who made moves on some other guy?

Balam, huh? Thoundth fine with me. Levi would probably dig it. Thee wath very, you know-

[He waves a hand about faintly.]

Groovy? That ith tho outdated, but there ith theriouthly no other word to dethcribe her. Well, there'th "carpe diem", I gueth...

[She laughs, shaking her head] Groovy? Really? Still I'm glad Levi helped you pick Balam. A Mayan god is purrobably a good name for you, right? All kneazels have a bit of an ego, hmn? [She would be sorry that she's so distracted from the conversation, but she can't quite pull her attention away from her new companion]

What did you do over there anyways?

Thee looked like thee thtepped out of the 70s! In a good way! I didn't know the 70s could look good!

[Seriously, Di! It made quite the conflict in his head. Avoiding the flood of cats around their feet, he steps closer and quietly slips an arm around her waist.]

A little bit of everything. Did you know that dugbog rethcueth are actually a thing? Went to check that out. Got lotht in a jungle and dethided that would be fun for a bit. Almotht got eaten by antsth. Wath poithoned. Got a couple thidejobth here and there, even with the dugbogth.

Altho, before you athk, I did buy a lot of thingth and they're already in my room. [He sighs happily.] I have a really good feeling about thome of them.

[Her face lights up again, always eager to hear about animals from all over the world. Even if he left all the time, he always came back with the best stories] Really? Rescues--Art! [She would smack him but both hands are busy holding Balam and shifting would move his hand from her waist. So. She settles for a hard glare]

I swear if you were a little less lucky, you'd be dead somewhere with not a word to us and we'd always wonder where you'd gone and stop getting yourself into trouble. Really... And what crazy new things have you added to the piles in your room now? Nothing alive I hope.

What!? [IT WAS JUST ONE DRAGON god he hated that thing. He may have been slightly woozy from the venom, but he sticks true to how he told that thing that it was the reason why no one likes Slytherins.]

Lithten, it hath nothing to do with luck and everything to do with talent. I know what I'm doing! [Kind of.] I don't get into trouble. Trouble has me down on a matchmking thite and keepth following me.

And mmm... Define 'alive'.

Talent smalent. You can claim it all you like, but we both know you get through half your scrapes by dumb luck. Always doing and then thinking after. Trouble doesn't find you, you go out there and hunt it down and ask it to tea.

[She finally shifts the kneazel to a shoulder, where he promptly starts kneading through her hair and somewhat gloating his superior position to the rest of the cats] Alive as in moving or speaking. [She grabs both his suspenders in her hands and shifts to her tiptoes so she can look him eye to eye] I'd rather not come back home to your room spilling out into the hallway again or a herd of puffskeins eating through our kitchen.

Pft. You're completely wrong. I don't take it to tea.

I take it to have crepeth.

[He cracks a slight grin before- oh shit, she's aggravated. Go easy on the suspenders! Art looks considerably more awkward.]

Well, uh... I am pretty thure it moveth, but I don't think it thpeakth.

[Her annoyance lessens somewhat, as she blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.] I could go for some crepes. Why don't you take us to have crepes more often.

And can it get out of your room? [She isn't grabbing his suspenders anymore, just holding them and tapping a few fingers against his chest] Destroy any furniture or slow moving creatures?

What, do you want crepeth now? [Huh he's hungry now. Has he even eaten today? He can't remember. They should do that.]

It miight be able to get out of my room. I don't think it dethtroyth anything and I think it jutht bugth animalth a little...

Yes actually--but that's beside the point. If I come home to a mess I am making you clean it up. I'll send an owl round to the neighbors and ask them to keep an eye on the place until we head home.

...And now you should make me some crepes.

Hey, it'sth more creepy than anything, you're worrying too much!

And doethn't thith plathe therve crepeth by now?

Oh now you've got creepy things in our house, hmn? [At this point any actual annoyance has melted into teasing.]

This place does not serve crepes because this is not Beauxbatons my dear. Besides, wouldn't you make it better? With all your expurrience? [Really she just wants crepes, but she's pouring on the charm. Or as much charm as a small woman with a tangled mess of hair with a two headed kneazle draped over her shoulder can have at least.]

It looked interethting! [Like all those other things he has stored away in his room!]

Yeth, well, they're heathenth who don't know good food. England ith where cuithine goeth to die. I jutht know enough- oh my god, you jutht made another cat pun didn't you? [He looks fondly exasperated.] You are unbelievable.

Right. [And with that, the subject is dismissed until she recalls it again. Just like a thousand other topics]

England is not that bad! You're just a snob about food that's all--[And then she recalls her mission to get crepes out of this man one way or another. And her arms quickly slide up to wind around his neck] But that's what makes you such a good cook! And I'm sure a man of your considerable talents wouldn't mind making me a feast. [Wicked grin] I don't know what you could pawssibly be talking about. Purrhaps you're just lion.

That maketh me a bathic cook, Di, and oh my god I thwear if you keep doing that I am getting on thith broom and hiding in the Forbidden Foretht.

[She can't help herself now. Besides she has both arms around your neck and she's got that smirk that says she's not letting go] Aw but Art, don't you enjoy my puns? Purrhaps I should start you out with mewre basic ones. Pawful is pretty basic! [GRIIIN]

[Uh oh, both arms. He tries to straighten up as much as possible.]

Di, I have known you for a decade and then thome. I know all your god-awful cat punth. I with I didn't, becauthe I could be uthing that RAM thpathe for important thingth, but I do, and it ith a horror.

[She rolls her eyes and sighs]

What on earth is RAM space? But fiiine I'll stop. [grin] If you get your French butt in the castle and make me some crepes.

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