We say hello to say goodbye

[modofthehat]

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Light
RATING: G and up
WHEN: September 1st
WHERE: The Great Hall and so on
WHAT: 4th wall log for the start of term feast and endgame
STATUS: Ongoing

For once, the sun is shining brightly as the Hogwarts Express makes its way to it's destination. It's been a long Summer, but now it's time to leave behind all the playing and mischief in order to go forth and be productive students- haha, as if that's going to stop anyone!

The arrival at Hogwarts is cheerful and exciting. There seem to be lots of new people here this year, both students and professors alike. Everyone seems to be excited to start the new year off, and the elves have outdone themselves this year. The start of term feast is delicious and full of all kinds of deliciou food. The sky above the Great Hall features a crystal clear, brightly shining moon and twinkling stars.

As the feast ends, Dumbledore will rise and make his usual announcements- but the difference is, he doesn't send everyone to bed. Instead, he claps his hands and the tables move out of the way and music starts playing. He says that tonight is a very special night! It marks the 1000th year anniversary that Hogwarts has been open! So a party is being thrown in honor of such a special occasion!

Over the course of the night, as if the castle itself wants to get in on things and make it's impact, some people will find that they are more prone to opening up. They won't exactly spill their guts, but if they have feelings they wish to share with someone, then they'll find themselves much less inclined to keep shut on them. This will carry on all night, and well into the next day or two.

So mingle, have fun, and try not to indulge in too many desserts! You do still have class tomorrow.

Comments

[preanimator]

[Herbert doesn't really like parties, nor is he terribly interested in feasts, so he'll mostly keep to himself for this, sitting with his dormmates during the meal, then finding a quiet corner to avoid the dancing and the rest of the revelries.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Bruce comes and finds Herbert in his corner, smiling brightly at the reserved boy as he sits with him.] Hey, not dancing?

[preanimator]

Bruce, when do I ever dance? [sniffs] I don't even know how to, even if I was inclined to waste my time with such a frivolous activity.

[greenmoonrising]

I dunno, maybe some lucky girl might catch your eye and coax you to put your dancing shoes on. [Shrugs and smiles good-naturedly.]

[preanimator]

Bruce. [rolls his eyes] You know I don't like girls, and I doubt anyone who 'caught my eye' would consider themselves lucky.

[greenmoonrising]

Pessimist. [Smiles crookedly and shrugs, content to sit there watching everyone else dance around.]

[preanimator]

Realist. Just because you have no problem attracting people doesn't mean the rest of us are in a similar situation.

[greenmoonrising]

Uh, excuse me for not noticing hordes of screaming fangirls breathing down my neck? Oh wait, I don't have any. [Chuckles.]

[preanimator]

[points to several girls in the room who have given Bruce interested looks tonight] Her, her, and her. And you have Stark, though I still think that was a mistake. I suppose you had a lovely summer in America with him?

[greenmoonrising]

[Blinks at the girls pointed out, taking a moment before answering.] Uh- no, I didn't go to America. I hate flying.

[preanimator]

There are port keys for things like that, you know. A lovely summer here, then. [little eye roll]

[greenmoonrising]

Port keys are honestly just as bad. [Wrinkles nose.] But yes, I had a good relaxing break. What about you, get up to anything exciting over the holidays? [Smiles.]

[preanimator]

I visited my uncle, as usual. [little, secretive smile] That part was excellent. He teaches me all sorts of things they'd never let us study here. I may go apprentice under him when I'm done with school. Unfortunately, I couldn't spent the whole summer with him, so the rest of the time was at home.

[little eye roll - he doesn't talk about his family much, but Bruce probably knows him well enough to know his brother often beats him up and his mother doesn't really understand anything about him] I thought about owling you, but I thought you'd be with Stark all summer, and I didn't want to hear about it.

[ ... probably shouldn't have said that.]

[greenmoonrising]

[... Frowns.] I know you don't like me dating Tony, I wouldn't have gushed or anything.

[preanimator]

Look, I have to see enough of you together over the school year. I feel better about it than I did last year, but it's still uncomfortable. I'd rather it was me, and while I'm aware that was never likely to happen, logic has proven remarkably useless in trying to get over having certain ridiculous hopes dashed. So I didn't want to subject myself to fits of jealousy over the summer on top of it.

[Not looking at Bruce, just staring moodily out at the dancers.] They've put something in the pumpkin juice again, haven't they? I never intended to tell you that.

[greenmoonrising]

... Oh gosh, I'm sorry, Herbert! [Looks genuinely distressed.] I didn't realise you liked Tony too!

[preanimator]

[That actually startles Herbert enough to look at Bruce, eyebrows raised.] Not Stark, you can't possibly be so stupid as to think I fancy him.

[brothor]

[Thor loves parties, Thor loves bothering people at parties. He and Herbert's collision was destined in the stars this evening, it seems. He bounds toward the smaller boy, shouldering him playfully once he's close.]

You have grown tall, Herbert! I hardly recognised you!

[preanimator]

[Herbert has shot up over the summer from his diminutive 5'2" to ... a slightly less diminutive 5'3 1/2". He makes an 'oof' sound as he's shoulder, pursing his lips at the apparent enthusiastic-overgrown-dog-turned-boy.] It's an inch and a half, hardly enough to significantly impact my appearance. I see you grow more and more enormous with every passing summer.

[brothor]

[Thor doesn't seem disheartened at Herbert's cold reaction. In fact, it only seems to encourage him to be more enthusiastic. He beams down at him, only exaggerating the height difference between them.]

It's only fair I should grow with all of the food I consume! Perhaps you should partake in more of the desserts, West!

[preanimator]

That would cause me to grow out rather than up. Height is generally determined by genetics, as long as a minimum level of nutrition is met. Sugar isn't going to increase my height, nor add to my rather unimpressive looks. Your parents must be quite attractive.

[ ... now why had he said that? He knew perfectly well why he'd thought it, but he usually had a better reign on his mouth.]

[brothor]

Perhaps not, but a little more confidence would do you no ill. [He gives him that funny little look for his sulk and for the comments about his parents.]

There is nobody more beautiful than my Mor and I will challenge anyone who dares disagree. [Have a defiant little nod.] It is said that Far was considerably more attractive when he had both eyes, but Mor and I agree it adds character.

[preanimator]

[little roll] You don't have to act defiant when I've given you a compliment, honestly. I'm not going to argue with you. There seldom seems to be any point to it.

[brothor]

I am not being defiant!!! [He says, defiantly.] I am merely expressing my familiar opinions. Do you not feel pride for your own parents?

[preanimator]

[shrugs] No, why should I? My father isn't even around any more, and I'm fairly sure he left because he hated me, and my mother thinks I'm bizarre and doesn't want anything to do with me. Neither of them are particularly outstanding people in any way.