sortinghat_logs | We say hello to say goodbye

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.

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[Nick can be found lingering around the drinks table. He's clearly waiting for a private moment so he can liven things up a little, but he's looking skeptical. He has, of course, tried this before only to be greeted by a repulsion charm. He bruised more than his pride that day, that's for sure.

Whatever! He's sure they won't pull the same trick twice, right? He's going to go ahead and pull out that flask of his, tipping it into the punch and... yeah. That's flying right back into his face.]

Aw- hell.

[Tony comes up for some punch, just as the contents of the flask bounce back into his face. Tony gives a short laugh before pouring the still untainted punch into a cup.]

Most people wait at least a day before trying to get sent to Dumbldores office.

[He takes a drink.]

Aiming for a personal best or something?

Yeah? Well I'm not most people.

[He grumbles, wiping with thinly veiled desperation. These robes are goddamn expensive.]

Aiming to turn this snoozefest into a real party is all. Guess that's a crime. [Yes, yes it is.]

[Tony scratches his nose, looking amused.]

Yeah, because you're the only one who spikes drinks at parties. Have you never watched a muggle teen movie? Kind of full of people you're like.

Yeah, crazy how the law works and all. And really. You have access to levitation spells around all this food, and you want to get everyone drunk? As much as I am a fan of that, hurling a cream bun at someone is probably going to feel more rewarding.

[Tony isn't entirely sure why he's suggesting a food fight, but he was admitedly thinking about it, and could go for some youthful excitement himself.]

I don't see anyone else with pumpkin punch plastered over them, so I guess I'm the only one with moxy then. [He gives him a dirty look.] Why the fuck wouldn't I have seen a teen movie? You're the pureblood, don't educate me on my culture.

[He scrunches his nose.] Hot broads and drinks all around and you're thinking about hypothetical food fights? Damn, and I thought I was anal.

Yeah, Movxy's something to call it. [He rolls his eyes] Well if you've seen them, then you know that you're kind of playing to a type here.

Ever thought of what happens to white school uniform shirts do after you say.... Throw a liquid on them?

{Tony gives him a look to suggest Nick is an ammature.]

It's what I'm going for.

Obviously I know what happens, kinda in that situation now. [He gives him a flat look.] Look. I like to keep a shirt as neat as the next guy, but you do know we're fucking wizards right? We have some pretty goddamn effective stain remover.

... [Tony heaves a big sigh] Are you sure you've watched muggle movies?

[Then he shakes his head.]

I was kind of talking more about the see-through element than the whole staining problem.

Woah woah woah. I'm onto you now. Here I thought you were trying to downtalk the little food fight scheme, you're only making me want it more.

[He's just going to reach for a slice of cake ever so innocently.] Who looks hungry?

Aren't you a Slytherin? This kind of hijinks should be right up your alley.

[Tony looks around for someone for Nick to cake.]

Hmm, well really. The school's your oyster right now. How good is your aim?
[Tony's actually curious to see how far Nick could lob the cake.]

Sometimes we need a Ravenclaw to bring some wisdom to the cunning. Whatever. I'm having one of many of the off days school gives me.

I don't want to brag, but I won a trophy every season when I played cricket ages ago. The game really loses its flavour when you realise how boring it is, though.

Well at least you're admitting to needed me. It's always the first step.

[He rolls his eyes at Nick bragging about cricket.]

Yeah, because it's really hard to hit something with a plank of would, are you going to throw it or brag?

[Marshall notices Nick trying to give the punch a bit more of a kick and chuckles. He casually leans in.]

Why waste good booze on other people?

I'm a giver, it's what I do.

[He shrugs, trying not to look too dejected about his clothing. Hey, even his uniform has gotta look sharp right?]

Figured it might liven this pajama party up.

[Jane's eye is drawn by the motion, and while she isn't sure exactly what's just happened, the loud snap of magic seems to imply something slightly on the violent side. She hurries over, eyes wide with concern.]

Are you okay? What happened? [She hasn't seen Nick since their date, which went {insert way it went here}. He hasn't changed all that much, she thinks.]

[Oh great. He can take the fellas running over to take jabs at him for his ill thought out plan, but he's not sure he wants Jane to see him drenched in the majority of his cheap booze.

Whatever. If he doesn't downplay it, it'll look like he actually cares. He's going to slick back his damp hair, giving her small smirk.]

Oh hey doll, you're lookin' good.

[Nick is very good at two things: making her blush, and making her laugh. And she is trying ever so hard to avoid them both, at the moment.]

Um! Well, thank you, but, um. Do you need some help cleaning up? You didn't get any in your eyes, did you?

[And luckily for Nick, both of those happen to give him the kind of ego boost he needs to recover from his shame.]

I wouldn't say no. [No way is he turning down that offer.] I think I managed to brace for impact, because they aren't burning or nothin'.

Alright, well, come over here and sit down and I'll try a little something.

[She's better at baking magic, of course, but baking is always followed by clean-up, and she imagines drying him off will be similar to drying a wet pan. So she aims her wand at him and mumbles and...........basically unleashes a hot hair dryer in his face.]

Aah! S-sorry, that was, oh my, um. [She ends the spell and holds her hands up to her face in embarrassment.] I-- I didn't mean for it to be that hot.

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