Parents Day! Come and mingle~

[shnpc]

WHO: Students and their Parents and also Teachers.
TONE: Fun, cute, familial.
RATING: G to PG-13
WHEN: March 18th, throughout the day. But also evening in the Great Hall
WHERE: Great Hall or anywhere in the school.
WHAT: Parents are visiting! There's a party in the Great Hall around dinner time where everyone can get together in one place. Get your parental mingle on! And have fun.
STATUS: Ongoing! Use whatever tag format you want!

Feel free to make your own threads, or tag reply to the Great Hall thread. Go nuts!

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Great Hall, Evening.

[shnpc]

[easilyfascinated]

[Present and accounted for: One former Ministry worker, who, for the record, is not a good cook.

So this meal? Pretty much a delight to him. Of course, he still keeps up table manners.

Also notably NOT sitting with certain Russians who like to swear too much. And keeping an eye on Stitch.]

[getthat_out_ofyourmouth]

<sub>[Here he comes, speaking of certain overweight Russians with coarse vocabularies, hat in hand (metaphorically).

That's right, he realized that he was a dick earlier, and he's come to (try) to make it better.

He motions to the seat next to Wendell.]</sub>

Is seat taken?

[easilyfascinated]

...

[A huffy sigh as Wendell pointedly looks away.]

Nobody's sitting there.

[wandsr4wimps]

[Feel that tap on your shoulder, Pleakley? The prodding finger in question is attached to a second year Gryffindor who is beaming with an excited grin that is almost blisteringly genuine.]

Are you Stitch's mom?

[easilyfascinated]

AAAAH! WHAT?!

[Yes, at first the jumpy Wendell is too shocked to realize what Finn said, but once he does... He promptly laughs awkwardly.]

Oh! No! No, no, no! I'm his...

[...How to explain?]

I live with Stitch and his... [A beat.] Father.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[One Dierdre Vantas-Leijon is present and happily wandering around the hall, trying to catch up with the goings-on here at Hogwarts and spot Karkat or Nepeta in this crowd. Sure, Karkat isn't her child persay but that wouldn't stop her from treating him like hers.]

casually tags you everywhere

[nosigntospeakof]

[Remember those feels from earlier? Yeah, those are being shoved down into the pit of his stomach for the rest of the day. He'll regret it later but for now he's scooping up his beautiful wife and whipping her onto his back like they're back in Seventh year.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[There's a little squeal and she clings to his back for a moment. She hits his shoulder even as she giggles]

S-Sal, we're not teenagers anymore. You are a teach--hee--a teacher--[No she broke down giggling. Being professional is HARD]

[nosigntospeakof]

[Curious how your kid is doing in History of Magic? This is your guy!]

[grandhighwizard]

Are you enjoying all this, Vantas? [Rhys certainly is!]

[getthat_out_ofyourmouth]

<sub>[Jumba is determined to get Stitch's progress report from all of his professors. Especially now that he's also worried about him, on top of everything.]

[So here, Professor Vantas, have an enormous Russian.]</sub>

You are one on journals who was saying you wanted to give progress reports of students, yes?

[shellfishlovver]

[This guy is looking expectantly around the Slytherin side of things. He's already set himself up for failure but it's been a terribly long time since he's seen Eridan and he's curious as to whether he may be surprised by him.

Not likely.]

[yerawwizarderi]

[Eridan didn't even think he was going to show up. Let's face it, Dualscar hasn't been the best dad. He's dragged himself out of the dungeons more or less because maybe he might get Fef's attention as she's trying to avoid her admittedly a pain in the ass mother.

Which leaves him practicing his best wall-propping impression, sulking moodily.]

[condescendence]

[Totes just here to be seen. And wear clothes with plunging necklines to the banquet.

Don't step on her hair. Even if it trails like two feet behind her. It's probably obvious, from that alone, that she's Feferi's mother- even if the resemblance begins and ends with the physical, because she's pretty good at looking down her nose.]

[shellfishlovver]

[Aaaaand he could pick her out of any crowd. He strides next to her, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.]

Evening.

You know they don't sell children here, miss. And they would surely notice if you attempted to snatch one...

[getthat_out_ofyourmouth]

<sub>[If anyone at any point wants to approach the monstrously huge and loud Russian stomping around the castle -

Aka Stitch's loving guardian

- Then feel free.]</sub>

[stridingironically]

Yo, sup. You're blocking the donuts, rotundo.

[getthat_out_ofyourmouth]

_{[AHAHAHAHA NOPE not moving.]}

I was not aware they were letting American pigs out of barns.

[grandhighwizard]

[This guy is also kind of monstrously huge! Though it's more on the tall scale of things, not the wide. He looks incredibly amused at the Russian's antics, though, and doesn't hide his low chuckle at all.]

[getthat_out_ofyourmouth]

[Jumba is still intensely amused that the stupid American was so susceptible to a little suggestion, and so to see someone sharing in his capricious amusement is refreshing.]

Ah! You are professor here, yes?

[grandhighwizard]

[Anyone need to speak to a Potions professor about their kid? There's this guy, who really seems to be smiling too much, and has an alarming affinity for black and purple, hanging out in the Potions classroom, and also striding around the halls like he owns the place.]

Bro, Dave, Mom and Rose

[plushaeusrumpified]

[For once in his life, Bro Strider was maybe slightly kind of a little bit feeling nervous. But only a very miniscule amount. Because fuck that, he was better than that. But it was still a pretty damn awkward situation. Nonetheless, he just stared ahead impassively at nothing. He and Dave were in some old classroom, waiting for the two Lalondes to arrive. He hadn't even told Dave why, and he was remaining tightlipped on the subject.

But god damn they were taking their sweet time. Or maybe he was impatient. It was probably the latter.]

stares at the "fun, cute, familial" tone in the log

[martiniology]

[ Okay, so Mom was taking her sweet time. On her way she must have picked up something, because while she had some class in the way she brought Rose into the classroom, she still tripped over the doorstep. No one saw that, she'll zap you. ]

Dirk!

[ She grins, waves, then brings Rose closer by swinging an arm around her. ]

Rosie, this is Mr. Strider, he's a nice man. Very nice. You should get to know him.

[ Double hiccups and a wink ]

[clockspinner]

<sub>[Dave had hopped up to sit on one of the desks in the classroom, side-eying his Bro something awful and wishing that he was just about anywhere but here. Like, you know, spending time with his new girlfriend.]

[Bro had been acting really weird lately.]

[When the Lalondes stumbled into the room (the elder literally), he looked at Bro, his face a mask of confusion behind his shades.]</sub>

So what's the deal, Bro? If you and Rose's mom are just gonna stand around hitting on each other, I'm gonna go lobotomize myself and leave you two to get naked and slurp booze from each others' nipples or what the fuck ever.