Great Feast From Staff Table - 2
Place: Great Hall, Hogwarts
Time: June 28, 1975, evening
Characters involved: Students, Ghosts, and Staff of Hogwarts
Synopsis:
- Head Boy and Girl Speeches
- Graduation
- Awards to Seniors for Subject Specific Merit
- Quidditch Cup, MVP and new Captains announced
- House Cup
- Gryffindors starve and tries to amuse themselves
- Peeves is teh funny.
Rating: G
Death says, "MMM-HMMM."
Propriety be d*****. Callie lets out a squeal of joy for Viv.
Irwin leaps into the air, punching it. "WOOO!" Ahem. He lands neatly back and crosses his legs innocently. c_c;
Callie cranes in her seat and graces Irwin with a megawatt grin.
A loud, /HAHA/ can be heard from the Hufflepuff table. "Go Vivian!" Kauton, perhaps? Again? Shushing.
Dillion beams as his housemates gets the award. Though he manages not to shout. Yet.
"Vivian!" Alexial now chooses the time to jump up and punch a fist in the air in joy, laughing and grinning. "Congratulations!" She peers over at the familiar voice from Hufflepuff table, frowning and sitting down again.
Poor Dumbledore, not being listened to. Not even by his Head Girl. Or Prefect, at that, as Cedwic lets out a brief whoop of his own. Bah, bugger it. :)
Vivian eyeshifts and takes a breath, slipping the other medallion back into her robe pocket before she moves quickly up front. Taking the award, she blinks once and then again, a bit amazed at the beauty, and shakes the professors hand profusely, before retreating to her seat. She's still blushing.
AUGH! No fair! Cedwic get Teh Stare tooo!!!
Adwen very briefly begins to... emit smoky steam from her ears and nose. Cross, she very delicately spits something into a napkin, which seems to end the effect.
Landen is a good Slytherin Head Boy and doesn't CARE. Mwuahaha! I mean .. yay Vivian.
It's his stare. Noone gets to steal it.
Someone grumbles uber quietly, "Stupid dead hufflepuff...."
Picking up a spoon and lightly tapping it on the goblet to bring order back to the ceremonies, Professor McGonagall glances at the hourglasses that contain housepoints. It is not too late to remove points.
Auden oggles at the smoke and steam .. in the middle of the boring ceremony. She shakes her head in sympathy for poor Adwen.
Sweet stands up. "Will Xell Metaiu and Kauton DeKere please come forward?"
Oh yeah! Xell suddenly snaps back to attention as his name is called, and the purple-haired kid is quick to hop up from his seat and make his way briskly to the front.
Bronwen sits back down and just watches the students with a shake of her head. They truely are in high spirits.
............................. AGH. Kauton blinks, and all of a sudden, from apathy, to joy, to absolute silence --there is Kauton. The color drains from the Hufflepuff's face in a sort of slow, vicuous manner, before Kauton immediately releases a ferocious snarl towards her housemates and stomps up for the podium. I hate you. I /hate/ you.
Irwin kablinks. Kauton can cook? That... is truly scary.
Binyamin has disconnected.
Luke, the future king of the kitchen, is beaming in rich satisfaction at Kauton's impending humiliation.
Poison brownies.
Colleen giggles softly at all the barely-contained chaos.
A high-pitched squeal that can only be the voice of one Peeves the Poltergeist echoes round the Great Hall. "KAUTON!! I WUV YOU!! MAKE MOMMY PROUD, HONEY!!" That's all he has to say right now, but rest assured he's lurking.
Sweet smiles broadly, her perfectly even white teeth showing, as she speaks, framed by scarlet lips. "From the first moment I met Mister Metaiu it was obvious that here was a student who had true passion for baking. From the simple cupcake to the more complex pastry he has that special talent for making simple ingredients into something magical. For all of this, it is my singular pleasure to present him with "Ceridwen's Croquembouche. You'll have to figure out how to get the money out yourself." She pulls out a large brass trophy of spheres. It rattles faintly as it is handed over to Xell. She gives him a firm handshake before turning to Kauton.
Dolph.. is trying very hard not to look entirely amused. He actually glances at the Head of House Gryffindor with a slightly worried gaze.
"You shut up and leave Kauton alone, Peeves!" Donelle growls fiercely.
Heath's arches his eyebrows up as Kauton is called up. The Captain can cook? Who knew?
Alexial knew it was wrong, but she hides a barely concealed smile with a hand as she looks to her housemates. "My, my, I didn't know Peeves was invited."
... whoa. Xell's eyes go wide like crazy. "Th..thanks!" he chirps, shaking Sweet's hand and taking that huge trophy with the unspellable name. Nevermind that he nearly falls over.
Kauton looks to Peeves, a smirk curling her lips. She'll ... Kill him again. I swear. Eye. Twitch. At least she hasn't been given a wedgie, like Nosfertum so happily received that one time. Yadda, yadda. Go on Sweet. Let her wallow in her self-pity at the table. Please.
Donelle crosses her arms and glares around and seems to be giving the hairy eyeball to anyone who thinks Kauton's award is funny.
Sweet turns to Kauton, and chuckles. "When you came to me with the intention of studying costumery and fashion, I was rather skeptical. But Miss Dekere has truly applied her talents and interest to the subject admirably. Hopefully because of her thesis, the aurors of the future will be better protected and fashionable at the same time." She takes out a gold velvet box and opens it to display, "You've earned yourself a pair of Atropos' Shears." She shakes Kauton's hand and sits down.
Well, Peeves is still giggling shrilly in a corner somewhere...
Vivian laughs softly, peering at the front, especially Kauton. But the soft laugh gives way to a medium, but restrained laugh...not so much at Peeves, but at the thought of Kauton cooking and such.
Katherine just looks surprised. Kauton's taking H&H? She doesn't look *amused*, but at the award she looks actually rather impressed.
Irwin is flabbergasted.
Landen is disgusted. Ew, Kauton food. She probably drools in it.
Auden wasn't afraid of Kauton, but now she's armed. She'll be afraid.
Once the award action is done, Xell ... would skip back to his seat if he wasn't almost breaking his back with the weight of the Ceridwen's.. C-thing. He flops down and sets it on the table with a *THUD*, looking rather pleased with himself.
You gave Kauton pointy things? Hellish glee overtakes Kauton's face and, by the looks of it, it's taking every ounce of will to merely take the shears and go wreak havoc on the rest of the school. The girl sweetly shakes Sweet's hand, takes the scissors, and begins to saunter back for her seat. Laugh, I /dare/ you.
Alexial laughs. Very quietly.
Mahogany stands up next. "In recognition of excellent achievements in the study of Herbology, I award the Marchibanks Medallion to Landen O'Nally." This is a finely crafted bronzework that simiulates a baby clump of Gillyweed. Its so life-like that it looks ready to snap a fairy from midair! "This is given to the student who shows the best knowledge and ability in thes buject of Herbology." This award also comes with a modest monetary award of 100 galleons to support the student's further studies. This year it includes a large Muggle volume on Botany, wrapped in shiny gold paper.
Dolph.. looks a trifle concerned over Sweet's choice of award for Miss DeKere... but.. it's not his problem. He just hopes it's a Death Eater who finds the Shears in his back...
Callie goes wide-eyed at Landen's next award and murmurs, "Wow, well done..."
...They gave /Kauton/ a weapon? Eeek. Flint might have to use the Cheering Charm on her after all, if he has to talk to her again.
Irwin whoas. o_o Mahogany is generous! Suddenly, he is nervous.
Auden squints at Callie and says, "Who else would it have been? Landen's the Plant Man."
Katherine gives a low whistle of approval, nodding but not applauding because she is a good girl and follows rules. Ehem. Most of the time.
Svartrunir might have been having a senior moment, and now wakes up to clap again. For Landen. He was clapping for Xell too. Yep.
Weapon, weapon, weapon, Kauton lifts the scissors and looks at them. Making snipping motions a few times before putting them down. Neenerneener. Alexial, you die. >o
Landen stands up to get his award, beaming at Mahogany...and carefully choosing a path -away- from Kauton and her shear things. He eyes her, but then looks back up at the prof with a grin as he takes his award. "Thank you, professor." Yay, a medallion! -And- money. He grins to her again, take the medallion and the botany book, and heads back to his table, smug as ever. Herbology is the class of men and such.
Valerie claps slightly for the various students, interested and disinterested at the same time. The best way for a history scholar to be...just enough in this world not to trip constantly, but away enough to understand a time in the past.
Yes, but is Landen a fruit or a vegetable?
Alexial makes silent clapping noises for Landen because he deserved it. She smiles as he goes up, hoping he gets the idea and everything. Kauton, nevaaar.
Xell totally knows he's a fruit.
Certainly a vegeuit!
...How do you know this, Xell?
Er, let's not go there.
Well, this one time? In the Boys' Dorm?
...
Colleen squeals softly for Landen but claps her hands over her mouth. ^^;;
Valerie steps down to the front, after her colleague has cleared out. "Certainly...there have been many good students...and I am proud to have taught each of them, but this year I should like to recognize two more. Will Callie O'Connor and Diana Holt please come to the front. I should like to award them the Agrippa Award and the Paracelsus Prize, respectively. The first has performed admirably in her thesis, and the second for her excellent classwork." The Agrippa Award consists of a plaque with Michael's Seal and a 100 galleon stipend, while the Paracelsus is a wood-cut plaque of its namesake, coupled again with a 100 galleon stipend. She holds the awards out, waiting for her students to claim them.
Diana rises and smiles as she is getting an award for history. She glances at Callie and offers her a nod before replying "Thank you, Professor." She studies the plaque and will put it beside the cup as she returns to her table.
Sweet has disconnected.
Callie stands up at her table and looks over at Diana, smiling widely. Picking her way to the front she murmurs, "Thank you, Professor."
"My pleasure, my pleasure..." The professor gives out both of the awards, quite proud and unafraid to show it, huge grin on her face. She murmurs something back to Callie, and then scoots off.
Alexial sits down on a bench at the Ravenclaw table.
Mahogany smiles and sits.
Standing as she glances out at the students in the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall rises and opens a box, showing a beautiful circlet on a blue velvet cushion. "This beautiful circlet is a reproduction of one found by Wizarding Archeologists, reputed to have belonged to the famous Witch Circe, who turned Odysseus' companions into pigs. The circlet is wrought out of silver, a firey opal set at the center. From there the lines form two thin feathered wings that spread open across the temples of the wearer. Overall, the effect is of an owl, flying out of the circlet from the brow. The circlet magically adjusts to fit the owner like it was made for them." The circlet is presented in a box, on a blue velvet cushion. "Traditionally it goes to the student who shows the greatest aptitude for Transfiguration Magic. This student-" Professor McGonagall smiles brightly, "is Miss Vivian Barlow."
Flint jerks at the mention of Archaeology. He frowns, staring board-straight at McGonagall, until she mentions Circe and the Odysseus. Then he relaxes, smiling again, as if nothing odd happened.
Irwin does fall over this time, but still manages an echoing, "BLOODY BRILLIANT!" before he scrables back over the bench and plays it cool.. yeah right.
Vivian rises again, very dazed at this point, and moves to the front, taking the award with a sort of stunned smile. "Thank you professor. I really appreciate it." She bows her head a tiny bit, shakes her hand, and then slips, saving any studying of the circlet til she's safe at her seat again.
Professor McGonagall gives a genuine smile as Vivian leaves. "Now, you may express your approval to these fine students by giving them a round of applause."
Auden claps, finally. Now that she's been given permission.
Explosion time!
Donelle sticks her fingers in her mouth and whistles again.
EXPOSION?!
Luke claps, grinning at Kauton. "Who you gonna use the scissors on?"
What? It's time for more clapping? Alistair had been paying attention and Dumbledore mentioned something about holding applause. But that meant like...until next term, right? Sadly, it appears not. Reaching deep down into the rainy day accolade fund, he smiles a hair and begins bringing his hands apart and together. When will this huzzahmania end?
Alis claps and whistles and stomps her feet and annoys those around her.
Katherine mad-applauds, grinning brightly.
Irwin joins Alis pretty much exactly. Whee. Gryffindors may not be able to do ANYTHING else, but then can sure be loud and obnoxious! WHOOOOOOOOOO!
After putting the circlet on, Vivian begins to applaud for everyone else, smiling a bit now, still somewhat dazed, but grinning. It's done. Wow.
Virgil stomps his feet, yelling happily for all of the smert people. Especially William.
Alexial forgets to clap at first, but as the Hall erupts around her, she finally brings her hands together enthusiastically, beaming and shaking her head at the same time.
Michael claps a few times, before he looks around the room for a few moments, shrugging a little.
Now Xell busts out into a proper round of applause! Yay prizes! Yay money! Yay.. croquembouche!
Loud sobbing can be heard from one of the corners, near the ceiling, and then obnoxious nose-blowing. A rather disgusting-looking handkerchief flutters down and lands in the middle of the Gryffindor table. With love, from PEeves.
Jaelle cheers, hand taken again. Cheers not only for the students who recieved awards, but for the fact that it means its closer to FOOD TIME!
Matisse claps loudly for all the smart cookies who won awards, and shuffles along on the bench away from Jaelle.
Nearly Headless Nick applauds politely, looking prim and proper the whole time. Actually, his being a ghost, and his unwillingness to look silly rather defeats the purpose of applause.
Applauding again, though she's really looking at the recipients up and down her own table, Adwen is clearly delighted. Whether it's because her housemates have done so well or because the awards portion of the evening is over, it's impossible to tell.
Kauton claps. Claps. Claps. And fiddles with her new toys. Yeesss, my precious. "Any of my superiors who wake me up in the middle of the night for a trainee-course. Or. Er. I meant.." Well, they couldn't hear that anyway. Kauton grins widely at Luke, continuing to clap as the area around her erupts with long-held applause. Niiice. ...
Peter lets out a howl and applaud in addition, looking around the room carefully.
Virgil sees the thing fluttering and nudges Alis, pointing up. "Lookout!"
Slytherin won a lot of awards! So Landen, after gazing at his plaque, medallion, and book, applauds loudly, most of his applauding directed towards the Slytherin who have won awards.
Rising again and continuing to applaud, Dumbledore maintains a sense of litheness, standing with a single motion, cap balanced perfectly on his head, beard hardly moving. He lifts a hand, trying to quiet the students...trying.
Oh, and Payton is still here, too. Applauding. And ew.
Flint claps excitedly, though admittedly as much for food as for the other students. As the handkerchief lands in the middle of the table, Flint frowns, stops and scourgifies. He looks up at Peeves. "Ha."
Auden tries one of those whistly things Donelle did, to no avail. She makes a spitting-of-air noise, instead, and just goes back to clapping.
Dolph applauds loudly from the teacher's table.
Colleen bounces and claps and whees
Irwin... points his wand at the ghostly handkerchief and quietly destroys it...with Flint. He blinks and grins at the younger boy. And then sticks his tongue out at Peeves.
Alis ewwws at the handkerchief. Darn Flint for beating her to the Scourgify.
Callie applauds :rises and applauds her fellow winners of magical schawg. She laughs at Irwin's antics and enthusiasm.
Lookout! Peeves dropped typo gremlins!
The headmaster still stands up front, trying to quiet the students...
Flint grins happily at Irwin, and goes back to clapping. He sdwefiqwerjcdweje.fw damn you Peeves!
"Shut up!" Kauton roars at the crowd. Listen to the headmaster, you idiots.
Callie thunks back to sit, gesturing at her housemates.
Once more, the spoon is tapped against the glass as if trying to bring the students back to order. She gives a pointed look to the Gryffindor table.
Er, Professor McGonagall does.
Why does she keep looking at US?
The spoon--oh.
"Calm down children." Nick murmurs to the...more non-ghostly people around him. Honestly.
She owns US.. remember?
Katherine settles back down and folds her hands, tossing her head to the side and watching. And waiting for feasting.
Because she's our Head of House, duh.
Wouldn't have a clue. WOuldn't be that we're the rowdy ones? Gryffies? NEVER.
And, once the room has mostly quieted, the headmaster continues, voice projecting gently, smooth, ignoring the patches of still-noise. "Now, then, our dear Professor McGonagall would like to recognize each of our graduating seniors by name. Please come to the front as your name is called. I as the headmaster and the school as a whole...we are proud that you have graduated successfully and know that you shall succeed."
Whether out of respect for Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall, or fear of shears in the hands of Kauton, who seems to wish for silence, Auden stops cheering and waits for the next event of the evening to be announced.
Jana sighs a little at the noise. She never could stand much of it, and only wanted to go home.
All at once, as if someone just walked over her grave, Kauton shuts up and sits down. Look, she's quiet. Why? Because someone is whispering in her eeeaaar. Of course, one hand slides forward to fiddle with the scissors again. Blahblahblah. Headmaster talk.
Michael shakes his head a little as he listens to what's being said, shrugging.
Professor McGonagall stands up and begins to read the names of those students graduating. She hands in her hands the scrolls of graduation. "When your name is read, please come retrieve your scroll. Barlow, Vivian Catherine....Burram, Malcolm James....Dazvarsh-DeKere, Kauton Diana...blahblah... Dodgson, Lassera Quincy...blahblah...Garvin, Michael....Holt, Diana Katherine....blahblah....Metaiu, Xell Jeremy....O'Connor,Calliope Catharine...O'Malloy, Cedwic... blahblah...O'nally, Landen Sterling....Stretton, William Eric...blah."
Kauton has a weird name, and McGonagall is going way to damn fast in pace. So, as the names are called, she merrily runs up, grabs her scroll, and runs back to add it to her ever-growing pile of treasures. Hah, look, she /graduated/. Honors and /everything/. ... That's a big surprise.
Must... not...comment...
Bite me.
Vivian steps up when her name is called, vaguely dignified and taking it with a smile. She nods, thanking the professor again, and then moves off back to her seat, blushing again. It's real now...really real.
Xell speedwalks up for scroll. Speedwalks back to table. His tummy is starting to grumble too, and his trophy isn't edible.
This is it. Diana rises from the table as her name is called and goes to recieve the scroll of graduation. She looks as if she is getting a bit misty eyed.
Oh, GOD she said his middle name. Landen just slightly winces as he hears his name, though as it's called, he files up along with the rest of them, still soaking up the wonderfulness of the day. Night. He grins as he passes by people, waving and grinning like a star as he gets up to the platform and takes his scroll with a grin and a nod. So. Graduated. WOO! He pumps a triumphant fist in the air and heads on back to the Slytherin table. Proud. Proud. Gloat.
Everyone immediately scrolls up to read Landen's middle name.
Callie walks up with all the dignity and sobriety she can muster, though as she passes Cedwic on her way back down, she can't help but give him a high five, restrained and without a whoop of good cheer, but a high five nonetheless.
STERLING! <3
I know I did.
"THTERLING YOU PANTHY!" Calls some voice from some table. Where. Stop looking at me.
William is shy, so he goes up to get his without much flamboyance, gets his scroll with a smile and blush, then goes back to the impatient Gryffindors. Yeesh.
"What?" Michael mutters, as he hears his name, and then slowly gets to his feet, moving in a slow pace over to get his scroll, glancing out into the crowd, thoughtfully. "Free at last," he mutters, quietly.
"And now," as she finishes the graduates, "A round of applause, please."
Explody noisy!
Xell is being loud, over at the Slytherin table.
Vivian applauds hesitantly this time, trying to avoid looking like she's applaud for herself, but there are lots of seventh years. She smiles a bit again, stowing the scroll on the table and looking around, taking in the room as if to remember it forever. This is it. Every journey has an end.
William applauds along, after setting his scroll down. Phew!
Donelle whistles and whoops and carries on.
Auden does the clapping thing again. As instructed. Yay. She congratulates those who are near her, gives Landen a "thumbs up" sign, and Kauton gets a smile. Nothing too sentimental for Kauton.
Jabari, at the Slytherin, table is just grinning and all around happy for his friends. He claps politely.
Katherine applauds for everyone. They all rock.
Jana heaves another sigh as she quietly claps for the graduates.
The Gryffindor table is uncanny in their loudness. They are finally rid of all these irksome smarties from other houses! Er...
Alexial applauds loudly, grinning, but then looks back down at the table. Er... food please.
Matisse claps and whoots.
Svartrunir is being dignified. He claps with restraint. Perhaps he knows that so much clapping at such school functions must be done with a thought of endurance. Otherwise your palms are red and numb by the end of the evening. Wisdom of the ages, children. Wisdom of the ages.
Heath stands from his bench and applaudes for all who were honoured and all who have graduated.
Noise. Aaaah! Applause. Ok, can we eat now? Flint fidgets impatiently./
Alistair watches each person trot/march/walk/two-step/crab-walk/whatever up to receive their diplomas without ever once moving his head. It's like a guy in a neck brace watching tennis. The plus side to this parade of release? There will probably be more clapping. Yay, clapping.
Landen cheers and such! MAN HE'S GRADUATED FINALLY WOW! This is a milestone for all of the graduates, unable to like .. just sit there and pretend to not be excited.
O'Hare has reconnected.
Kauton's nice, Auden. She won't bite. Kauton throws back her head and gives a howl for the sake of her hands. No more clapping.
Adwen applauds, as well, holding her head high. Her House is, after all, graduating some impressive people.
Callie stands and applauds, hugging her fellow Ravvie seventh years.
O'Hare has partially disconnected.
...and Landen.
You forgot the Time Warp, Alistair.
Yup. Clapping. Alistair's going to have to spend an entire summer being unimpressed just to make up for dipping into the bank so deeply.
"Thank you again, Professor McGongall." A bit more applause, as the headmaster smiles at his colleague. He stands for the moment, then raising a hand again and trying to quiet the students. Good students.
Irwin woots loudly, stomping and clapping. Dolph smirks and applauds consistently. Colleen squeals and waves her arms and claps.
Michael does not cheer, or anything like that. Instead his expression turns completely into one that seems to be cut from stone, aside from the tears that comes from the corners of his eyes as he seats himself.
Vivian hugs her housemates too, now just blushed or flustered or something. Alive.
Awwwww!
Diana applauds her fellow graduates, a smile on her face. She goes quiet as she looks up at the headmaster. After all, he's on the Wizengamot and that's where she's heading. It will be so very strange to be a colleague of such a great man.
Can we eat now?
Hear Hear!
Only your fingers.
The headmaster leaves his hand up, waiting.
Katherine subsides. Woe.
Irwin would note it is very strange, Diana, especially when you have to nance around with him in a skirt and pretend to summon a storm. c_c;
Callie thunks to sit back down, grinning like a madfool.
Alexial jumps up and gives Vivian a big hug, shoving the candybar under the table cloth for now.
Matisse quiets and watches the headmaster.
Landen was hugged? Or something, I dunno what that '...and Landen' was added on to. XD But yeah, like the other prefects and Head Girl, he hushes down his own house a bit. A bit. Pft, he's excited himself though manages to sit back down in his seat, beaming beneath his wizard's hat.
The room quiets...eventually. Dumbledore waits a moment longer, and, voice solemn, begins to speak again - "One last thing remains before you are released from your Houses and into the adult world; no more will you be identified by Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin. Henceforth, you are simply graduates of Hogwarts, wizards and witches one and all. It is safe here, removed from the events of London and abroad, but remember this, graduates. No matter your birthright or your house, what classes you sat, or if you played Quidditch, you are all the same. You are all bound by magic. And with that comes great responsibility, for it is the very future of wizardingkind which will rest in your hands and the hands of the students you leave behind. Dark and strange times loom beyond the walls of Hogwarts, and we entrust you to use the knowledge you have gained here for the betterment of society. So it is that I welcome you into the company of alumni of Hogwarts." Waiting a moment and sliding his wand from someplace, he murmurs a low incantation. His arm moves smoothy, flawlessly, like a reflection in the mirror. The house insignias on each Seventh year change - they shrink, giving way to the solely the school seal.
A gleeful cackle sounds from somewhere up near the ceiling. "Did my darling Kauie-poo sew those?"
Vivian blinks, then...watching her previous Ravenclaw seal. No more. So much power...so much. She sighs, seeming to be sad for a moment, but then looks up to the front again with a smile.
...no attention for the Peeves.
"YOU KEEP TALKING YOU SLIMY BAG---" Kauton falls off her chair in an attempt to get up. "--I'll blast you into the next world!"
Irwin blinks at Flint.. and then covers his mouth with his hand, trying not to laugh. He succeeds in merely snickering with the soft rush of air through his nose. Ahem. He listens to Dumbledore and his eyes widen as he watches William's patch change. Whoa. He swallows and looks in one direction, and one direction only.
At Vivian, right?
Of COURSE!
Alis watches with fascination. Badges change. Cool! Er, Groovy! Whatever.
Michael doesn't seem to be noticing what's happpening, as he simply looks straight in front of himself and with hs jaws tightly clenched together.
Landen's player takes a time to laugh at Peeves. XD Landen himself engrossed with watching his Slytherin steal change. His snake! ;.; He lightly touches his new seal and slowly grins. No, graduation is -not- an emotional time for him. He's just ... ok fine, even Landen is touched by the ceremony and Dumbledore's words, and his attention moves away from his graduate's seal only when Kauton like .. erupts. "Man, even in the most touching of times.." he mutters beneath his breath, though grinning a bit to himself.
Clearing his throat loudly, Dumbledore remains calm, not responding to Peeves whatsoever. But the poltergeist probably gets the message. "Now, of course, Coach Thumblewood has the honor of awarding the esteemed quidditch cup." The headmaster applauds, nodding at the coach and waiting eagerly, a glitter in his eye. Maybe he played years ago?
Colleen... tentatively reaches around to hug Michael.
Jabari sits quietly with Natalie ready to eat, ready to get on the train going home. Yet, happy as he watches his friends graduate into the world beyond. Don't worry.. he'll keep track of you folks.
Dillion tries very hard not to laugh at Kauton fall off her chair. She has those sharp pokies now. So, he keeps himself from laughing. Or at least laughing loudly.
Oh /finally/. Now that the silly academics are through with, we can get to the part everyone cares about: sports! Thumblewood is on his feet and around the table in an instant. He pauses to ensure that the general chattering dies down a little before speaking. The coach's voice carries over the hall despite his rather diminuitive stature. "Before I get on to the actual awards, a brief announcement. I'm sure you're all wondering who next year's Quidditch Captains shall be." Glancing down at a short list he holds in his hand, he says clearly, "For Slytherin: Katherine Aubrey and Jabari Sulmahn. For Ravenclaw, Daniel Soong will be returning with a new vice-captain in Vanessa Elrich. Hufflepuff will see Paige O'Calahan with Melinda Crosslie, and lastly, Gryffindor will be under the guidance of Irwin Witherby and Payton Murdoch." Giving the students a moment to do their excited murmuring and patting each other on the back and such,
Thumblewood clears his throat to ensure that all eyes are on him. That's right. ATTENTION. "Next, I would like to ask that Miss Vivian Barlow please step up here for a moment. Again." Those sharp Seeker's eyes of his search the Ravenclaw table, a bemused smile on his lips.
Katherine smiles in slow amazement, a handkerchief in her hand as she dabs very briefly and inconspicuously at her eyes -- and tries not to snicker at Kauton's tumble. She tilts her head at the changed seals, seeming distant and thoughtful until she hears her own named called out. Her eyes widen and she stifles a grin.
Flint cheers /extremely/ loudly this time, grinning at Irwin. "I KNEW YOU'D GET IT!" He bounces. o_o
Callie cracks a megawatt grin at Vivian. "Get up there, woman." She twists in her seat to try to catch Jabari's eye and shoot him a thumbs up.
This doesn't make sense now. Vivian looks around the table, and then rises, moving towards the front somewhat tentatively, but arriving. She peers at the coach, kind of lifting an eyebrow.
At the announcement of Jabari as captain, Natalie squeals and hugs him tightly.
Irwin sweatdrops, looking stunned. Then... a slow grin appears on his face, growing rapidly until it stretches from ear to ear. He grabs Payton's hand and begins pumping it up and down, trying at the same time to see what Thumblewood has in store for his girlfriend. Ack. Too Much ...Brain ...Overloading ... ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Thumblewood beams as Vivian rises to her feet, and speaks as she approaches the dais. "Quidditch is and always will be a team effort, and the Ravenclaw Quidditch team made an impressive comeback this year, pushing their way to second place. Surely the credit for that goes to the entire team. However, we have all had a chance to watch Miss Barlow on the pitch. She by far one of the best Seekers I have had the pleasure of coaching in my time here at Hogwarts - as a matter of fact, she was even able to give /me/ a run for my galleons. Her speed and efficiency are more than impressive and she also displays an air of poise and sportsmanship both on and off of the pitch." The professor gestures. ... Then he gestures again, and this time a silvery medal appears in his hand. No one ever said he was good at anything but sports. "It is for that reason that I wish to award Vivian Barlow with this medal for Most Valuable Player of the 1975 year. Well done, Miss Barlow." The former Seeker ... stretches up a little to make up for the five inches the student has on him to place the medal around her neck, and then offers her a firm and warm handshake.
Flint turns to Payton. "Congratulations to you too!" He squeals excitedly. "Hey, are you still going to be a cripple in the summer?" Flint asks innocently.
vice captain Jabari, that is.
Jabari rubs his ears at that squeeling next to him and just raises his chin in Callie's direction with a grin. Turning to Katherine, he winks to her and mouths. "You and me.. this summer. We've got work to do."
Callie leaps to her feet cheering for Vivian, tugging poor Daniel to his feet as well.
Donelle claps and cheers for Vivian.
"Holy..." Irwin nearly tears Payton's arm off as he leaps up to cheer enormously for Vivian! AGAIN!
Kauton looks up dreamily towards the stage, her chin resting on one hand as she merely ... Watches. What else should she do --clap? Nah, Vivian's got plenty of that. Hah, good going, kid. Whoo!
Payton is stunned. Honestly. And then Flint gets a glare. "I am NOT a cripple!" A little too loudly, but who's going to notice?
Vivian blushes a bit, leaning down to allow the coach to put the medal on her easier. She shakes his hand then and nods, grinning a bit and turning to retreat. Ahh...Ravenclaw table...you are looking so nice now. Blush.
Dillion lets out a rare loud cheer as Vivian is awarded the MVP and starts applauding loudly for his house's Seeker.
Katherine nods to Jabari, looking worried and almost weary. She flashes him a quick thumbs-up as she claps for Vivian and her MVP.
Michael blinks, as he notices that someone's hugging him, but simply keeps quiet as he listens to all the happenings, so far. He seems to follow the old saying that it's better to keep your mouth shut and act like n idiot than opening it and remove all doubt.
Svartrunir nods his approval for Katherine and Jabari with the glint of ambition in his eye. With the new brooms from Diana's father for the team and a rush of new blood, who knows what will happen in the coming year. More polite, restrained applause for Miss Barlow.
"And now what you're all /actually/ holding your breath for." Thumblewood looks just as excited as the students at this point. "I think we were all pleasantly surprised with the turnout of this year's Quidditch season. We saw nearly a complete reversal of last year's results. I say with no intent to offend that I doubt anyone went into the season expecting the Cup match to contain the two teams that it did." He pauses, deliberately directing a cheesy smile at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. Come on, it's the truth! "However, due to the hard work of the Hufflepuff team, they managed to sweep all three of their matches this term, as well as the Quidditch Cup! Congratulations to Kauton deKere, Paige O'Calahan, and the rest of the Hufflepuff team for their amazing performance! If they will please step up here to accept it...?" A wave of his hand indicates the gleaming Quidditch Cup set on the table behind him; the engraving on it has changed to denote the Hufflepuff team and its members for the year of 1974-1975.
Heath grins and applauds for Vivian, even though was knocked out early so that Donelle can win!
Colleen gives Michael a small smile and pats him one more time before grinning her approval at the Slytherin captains.
What is this, make Vivian feel special night? Only now does Landen's frown dissipate and he largely rolls his eyes before turning to mutter something to his tablemates. Ah well. SHe'd better get her awards now since she'll be -dead- in a few months anyway, right? WIth this thought in mind, Landen smirks to himself and leans back, peering cooly up at the QUidditch people, avidly not clapping. Pft. DONELLE should've gotten that award!
Samuel just met Jabari the other day. Nice enough guy. He claps. Then Gryffindor's captains are announce. Grrreeeat. The Prince's head and ego is never going to shrink over this one. Yep, he wants to eat, go home, never come back.
Callie stays on her feet, cheering for Hufflepuff's win of the cup.
Landen er, Landen's -smile- dissapates.
Luke lifts Paige clean up and twirls her around before setting her down.
Vivian turns around back at the table and applauds like Callie, still standing. It was a fair victory either way. She doesn't note Landen at all, looking up front with a smile.
It's a good thing Landen is graduated else he would find himself dead upon waking in the morning.
In your dreams, maybe. >:)
Yep.
And that would be all the more impressive... Landen, rising from the dead...
Charisma pushes open one of the doors and steps in from the entry hall.
Charisma has arrived.
..since he'd be WAKING and all... XD
Donelle grabs Paige's arm and drags her up. Kauton is too tired to go! She's grinning big as they head up there and hugs on her best friend.
Heath grins wide as he says the cup goes to them. He eyes Luke for spinning Paige from her bench before rolling his eyes. "Please." He murmurs.
Paige is still beaming, the news of her being Captain and now this. Nodding at Kauton Paige doesn't hesitate as Donelle drags her up front, looping her arm in her friends.
Heath blinks at Kauton. "Me?" He shrugs and climbs out to go running up with the rest!
Irwin applauds loudly. At least it wasn't Slytherin!
It sure wasn't Gryffindor!
Xell barely applauds. At least Gryffindor sucks!
Professor Darkefell actually stands up to applaud, beaming at the excited Hufflepuffs.
Landen applauds for Hufflepuff, grinning up at Donelle and .. Donelle.
Katherine applauds for the Hufflepuffs, woo!
Dumbledore waits for things to slow down, standing again and still grinning warmly, with mirth. "Last and not least, of course...we do not forget these things, even at my age!" Dumbledore folds his hands together, smiling a bit. "The tallies for this year's points stand at Slytherin...709. Hufflepuff 704. Ravenclaw 674. Gryffindor 397." A pause. "As you can see then...I congratulate Slytherin for their victory in the House Cup this year, and I wish every house best of luck next year." He applauds gently again, smiling a bit at the inevitable response.
Kauton raises her hands, applauding with extreme pride for her team. Of course, she stays back at the table, pleading weariness from running around. Before she leans forwards to mutter something for Luke.
NOW Xell busts out applauding. Hahaha Hufflepuff! Hahahahahaha! Stomp stomp smash burninate!
Samuel applauds, just hopping it'll at least pass time and make the food come quicker. It's like in Peter Pan, I do believe in food I do believe in food!
Katherine can't help but make some proud noise at this one. Slytherin sneaked a House Cup. Just like 'em, really.
Colleen whoops and grabs Connor and squeals, "We won! We won!" Nice end to a first year!
No, that's the Wizard of Oz, Sam.
Jabari is just beaming as Slytherin takes the house cup. "I never would have thought we'd win the house cup this year, but YES!" He's so proud of his house. As for Viv and the Hufflepuff team, he claps for them as well thinking they had a job well done.
Svartrunir whips out the Huge Cup and does a Vanna White, teeth flashing. And yes, there's Slytherin on it with the year 1974-1975.
Can we EAT now??
Everyone except the person who asked!
"Get all the rest of the nonsense taken care of," Michael mutters, before he turns slightly so that he can have an unobstructed move to those doors as soon as people start eating.
At your table, Svartrunir murmurs to the table at large, "I think this will look quite well in my Office. Green and silver go together so elegantly, don't you agree?"
Charisma who has been here the whole time, really, is applauding for everyone. Look at her go! That clapping poise and all that good stuff.
Nah-uh! You gotta clap to prove that you believe in fairies and they come back to life so Nyah. Sam's still clapping. Why? He doesn't know!
Sheer numb hunger, Sam.
Must be because Sam's insane.
At your table, O'Hare gives Svartrunir one of those thin smiles that says 'On the inside I am gnashing my teeth in mad, mad hate.' "Jolly good show, Sigmund."
Please see above.
Maybe if we clap hard enough they'll finally feed us?
Adwen positively cheers as the House Cup is awarded, as opposed to negatively cheering, which... right, anyway.
Feed you knuckle sandwiches, you bunch of whiners.
"You have all done well this year, and I hope that next year will prove just as fruitful." A pause, and then Dumbledore claps his hands; food appears on all the tables of a varied assortment - turkey and chicken, fruits and vegetables, mashed potatoes and cornbread, and, of course, buttermilk biscuits. There are deserts, too, of all sorts - pie and cake and ice cream. "Now, together, I invite everyone to eat and celebrate this year. My most sincere congratulations to you all." Still smiling, he settles down, looking among the professors and then beginning to eat.
But wouldn't you miss your knuckles?
Landen turns back from his table and looks smug. House Cup, baby! He grins broadly as the rest of the house erupts into cheers and such, and he joins in as well. Clap, Clap, WOOOHOOO! It's obvious that he's raaather proud, though quiets down as Dumbledore speeks again. Sitting, he turns in his seat, eyeing the Hufflepuff table.
Alis lets our a 'whoop'! About bloody time!
Well, they'll come back when the digestive system's finished working.
FOOOOOOOOD! With cry of glee, the Gryffindor table explodes into tasty happiness.
Donelle gives Landen a little wave and a smile.
So does one of the puddings on the Hufflepuff table. Explodes, that is. Chocolate everywhere! Oooops, Peeves!
At your table, Svartrunir smiles at Professor O'Hare. She's attractive when she's admitting his superiority, really. "Why thank you. Really, it was the students. Excellent group this year. And the first year twins were unusually well behaved even for orphans. No, I think O'nally did a rather good job of keeping everyone in line."
Irwin falls to, but pauses to catch Vivian's eye and cheer her with his cup. ^^
Buddhists often, as it is told, put forth the question as to the sound of one hand clapping. It can be determined now that it is probably louder than the applause that comes from Alistair at the new round of awards. It isn't that it's not polite. The point is for it to be polite. It just isn't enthusiastic. Too much enthusiasm for this boy could be dangerous. He might walk all the way back to his room, still clapping only to wake up clapping..at 30. It has to end sometime!
Donelle stares at the puddings. Ok. She's no longer hungry...the deliberate targeting of her house by the stupid polterguist has pissed her off, and she's got chocolate on her eye. So she's decided she's done enough prefectly duty for one night, the feast is over, the prizes are awarded, and she is ready to take a walk or something. After a trip to the bathroom to get a damp paper towel.
And true to what he promised himself, as soon as he sees the food on the table, Michael gets up, and makes his run for it. Err, his quick walk for the doors and out through them. Who needs this thing called food, anyway?
Samuel rubs his eyes. He's halucinating! He sees food! Right? He thinks it's food. And then the shoveling comences. Drumsticks and slabs of meat and chicken and turkey blur from the table and hardly touch his plat from the serving platter to his mouth. Well...everyone has gossiped about the Palancher boy having giant blood in him somewhere.
Dolph eats quickly, making the most of his socalization while politely chewing with mouth closed skills, before he has to excuse himself, bowing to his fellows.
Alis takes one look at Samuel stuffing himself and decides to skip it. She looks around for Auden, sees no sign of the girl, and pockets some little-mess foods before bolting out of the hall.
Colleen enjoys the meal with her brother and housemates, though she still wonders what it would hurt to be able to sit with friends from other houses. She crans her neck to see Morganna and wave to her, and then steals a glance at Payton and mouths, "Way to go, Captain!" before blushing softly and hudiding behind a pitcher of pumpkin juice.
After some discussion from her table, Kauton gathers up her awards, her diploma, and moves quietly for the door to exit. Wiping pudding distractively off the two-headed figuirne she was given.
What's this? Is Peeves feeling apologetic for being such a little brat? The poltergeist suddenly becomes visible, hovering amongst the tables with a small bunch of tangible flowers in one hand. He drifts from table to table, offering one each to the seventh years with a smile and a shifty look not unlike a puppy who's peed on the rug. Flowers? Flowers!?!?!? Come on, take 'em.
Alis stands and leaves the bench at the Gryffindor table.
After making sure his hands can still work at the finer motor skills that don't involve bringing palms together with force, Alistair goes about doing that whole eating thing. Turkey, taters, and veggies of all sorts fall prey to his dark hunger in an orderly fashion, parading from plate to fork to mouth in their march of death!
Kauton takes the flower and sticks it down the back of Luke's neck and RUNS.
The spirit of Luke kicks Kau
Irwin gapes, openly, at Peeves. It's a trick! The flowers will.. uh... eat you!
Landen looks at his news graduate's badge again with a light grin, then eyes the food as it appears. Pft, he's too excited to eat! Way too excited! So froget the food the pudding and even *gasp* the cake. Landen stands from his seat, though frowns upon seeing Donelle head off already. Looking back to his table, he grins and gives Xell a hearty pat on the back while shoving him a little in a friendly sort of way. "Congratulations, prat," he says fondly before beginning to head off, waving to the rest of the graduates and friends before going to see what's up with Donelle.
COME ON KIDS TAKE THE FRIGGEN FLOWERS! Peeves looks as though he's considering crying! :( Don't listen to Irwin or Flint. They're just mad because they don't get any.
Katherine sets to eating, smiling broadly as her player runs away from the massive spams.
Jabari digs into the food eating and just beaming over at Natalie. Finally! Summer! They survived. And his player too runs from the massive scene.
William blinks and .. "Hey, flowers," he says pleasantly, smiling. See? Peeves isn't so bad! He takes one of the flowers, stupidly, but hey, he's one of those soft hearted kids who can see the good in everyone! Almost.
Irwin carouses and jokes around with his housemates in style for a long bit, until the feast starts to wind down and he spots Vivian heading out. Rapidly downing the rest of his drink, he excuses himself, dropping his napkin on his seat and scooting out after her.
How disappointing that only one student took one. It still suddenly begins spraying water all over William's robes and plate, and Peeves swoops off towards the ceiling with a gleeful whoop.
Aw, flowers, and rainbows, and puppies, and SPLAT! William is sprayed all over his face, and he sputters and closes his eyes, dropping the flowers. "HEY!" Seven years and still he's learned nothing. His face and robes and hair drips with water, and he sits there looking stunned. Stunned and .. unwise. But at least his award didn't get all wet!
Flint acks as Irwin takes off. "Hey wait, you've got my letter!" Leaving the table, he chases after him.
Jaelle catches sight of William and almost chokes on her pumpkin juice. Oh my.
NPC Casting:
Dumbledore: Vivian
Heads of House:
McGonagall: Chelsea
Svartrunir: Kendra
O'Hare: Laume
Binyamin: Adelaide
Quidditch Coach
Thumblewood - Madison
Ghosts:
Peeves: Madison (Entertain and delight all)
Nearly Headless Nick: Hawkeye
For those of you who want to see the awards and don't want to read through this, see this entry.
Awards were decided by the Professors who taught the subject and were only available to Senior students.
A big THANK YOU to Vivian and everyone else who put major time and effort into this production.
Suggestions for next year are always welcome.
Time: June 28, 1975, evening
Characters involved: Students, Ghosts, and Staff of Hogwarts
Synopsis:
- Head Boy and Girl Speeches
- Graduation
- Awards to Seniors for Subject Specific Merit
- Quidditch Cup, MVP and new Captains announced
- House Cup
- Gryffindors starve and tries to amuse themselves
- Peeves is teh funny.
Rating: G
Death says, "MMM-HMMM."
Propriety be d*****. Callie lets out a squeal of joy for Viv.
Irwin leaps into the air, punching it. "WOOO!" Ahem. He lands neatly back and crosses his legs innocently. c_c;
Callie cranes in her seat and graces Irwin with a megawatt grin.
A loud, /HAHA/ can be heard from the Hufflepuff table. "Go Vivian!" Kauton, perhaps? Again? Shushing.
Dillion beams as his housemates gets the award. Though he manages not to shout. Yet.
"Vivian!" Alexial now chooses the time to jump up and punch a fist in the air in joy, laughing and grinning. "Congratulations!" She peers over at the familiar voice from Hufflepuff table, frowning and sitting down again.
Poor Dumbledore, not being listened to. Not even by his Head Girl. Or Prefect, at that, as Cedwic lets out a brief whoop of his own. Bah, bugger it. :)
Vivian eyeshifts and takes a breath, slipping the other medallion back into her robe pocket before she moves quickly up front. Taking the award, she blinks once and then again, a bit amazed at the beauty, and shakes the professors hand profusely, before retreating to her seat. She's still blushing.
AUGH! No fair! Cedwic get Teh Stare tooo!!!
Adwen very briefly begins to... emit smoky steam from her ears and nose. Cross, she very delicately spits something into a napkin, which seems to end the effect.
Landen is a good Slytherin Head Boy and doesn't CARE. Mwuahaha! I mean .. yay Vivian.
It's his stare. Noone gets to steal it.
Someone grumbles uber quietly, "Stupid dead hufflepuff...."
Picking up a spoon and lightly tapping it on the goblet to bring order back to the ceremonies, Professor McGonagall glances at the hourglasses that contain housepoints. It is not too late to remove points.
Auden oggles at the smoke and steam .. in the middle of the boring ceremony. She shakes her head in sympathy for poor Adwen.
Sweet stands up. "Will Xell Metaiu and Kauton DeKere please come forward?"
Oh yeah! Xell suddenly snaps back to attention as his name is called, and the purple-haired kid is quick to hop up from his seat and make his way briskly to the front.
Bronwen sits back down and just watches the students with a shake of her head. They truely are in high spirits.
............................. AGH. Kauton blinks, and all of a sudden, from apathy, to joy, to absolute silence --there is Kauton. The color drains from the Hufflepuff's face in a sort of slow, vicuous manner, before Kauton immediately releases a ferocious snarl towards her housemates and stomps up for the podium. I hate you. I /hate/ you.
Irwin kablinks. Kauton can cook? That... is truly scary.
Binyamin has disconnected.
Luke, the future king of the kitchen, is beaming in rich satisfaction at Kauton's impending humiliation.
Poison brownies.
Colleen giggles softly at all the barely-contained chaos.
A high-pitched squeal that can only be the voice of one Peeves the Poltergeist echoes round the Great Hall. "KAUTON!! I WUV YOU!! MAKE MOMMY PROUD, HONEY!!" That's all he has to say right now, but rest assured he's lurking.
Sweet smiles broadly, her perfectly even white teeth showing, as she speaks, framed by scarlet lips. "From the first moment I met Mister Metaiu it was obvious that here was a student who had true passion for baking. From the simple cupcake to the more complex pastry he has that special talent for making simple ingredients into something magical. For all of this, it is my singular pleasure to present him with "Ceridwen's Croquembouche. You'll have to figure out how to get the money out yourself." She pulls out a large brass trophy of spheres. It rattles faintly as it is handed over to Xell. She gives him a firm handshake before turning to Kauton.
Dolph.. is trying very hard not to look entirely amused. He actually glances at the Head of House Gryffindor with a slightly worried gaze.
"You shut up and leave Kauton alone, Peeves!" Donelle growls fiercely.
Heath's arches his eyebrows up as Kauton is called up. The Captain can cook? Who knew?
Alexial knew it was wrong, but she hides a barely concealed smile with a hand as she looks to her housemates. "My, my, I didn't know Peeves was invited."
... whoa. Xell's eyes go wide like crazy. "Th..thanks!" he chirps, shaking Sweet's hand and taking that huge trophy with the unspellable name. Nevermind that he nearly falls over.
Kauton looks to Peeves, a smirk curling her lips. She'll ... Kill him again. I swear. Eye. Twitch. At least she hasn't been given a wedgie, like Nosfertum so happily received that one time. Yadda, yadda. Go on Sweet. Let her wallow in her self-pity at the table. Please.
Donelle crosses her arms and glares around and seems to be giving the hairy eyeball to anyone who thinks Kauton's award is funny.
Sweet turns to Kauton, and chuckles. "When you came to me with the intention of studying costumery and fashion, I was rather skeptical. But Miss Dekere has truly applied her talents and interest to the subject admirably. Hopefully because of her thesis, the aurors of the future will be better protected and fashionable at the same time." She takes out a gold velvet box and opens it to display, "You've earned yourself a pair of Atropos' Shears." She shakes Kauton's hand and sits down.
Well, Peeves is still giggling shrilly in a corner somewhere...
Vivian laughs softly, peering at the front, especially Kauton. But the soft laugh gives way to a medium, but restrained laugh...not so much at Peeves, but at the thought of Kauton cooking and such.
Katherine just looks surprised. Kauton's taking H&H? She doesn't look *amused*, but at the award she looks actually rather impressed.
Irwin is flabbergasted.
Landen is disgusted. Ew, Kauton food. She probably drools in it.
Auden wasn't afraid of Kauton, but now she's armed. She'll be afraid.
Once the award action is done, Xell ... would skip back to his seat if he wasn't almost breaking his back with the weight of the Ceridwen's.. C-thing. He flops down and sets it on the table with a *THUD*, looking rather pleased with himself.
You gave Kauton pointy things? Hellish glee overtakes Kauton's face and, by the looks of it, it's taking every ounce of will to merely take the shears and go wreak havoc on the rest of the school. The girl sweetly shakes Sweet's hand, takes the scissors, and begins to saunter back for her seat. Laugh, I /dare/ you.
Alexial laughs. Very quietly.
Mahogany stands up next. "In recognition of excellent achievements in the study of Herbology, I award the Marchibanks Medallion to Landen O'Nally." This is a finely crafted bronzework that simiulates a baby clump of Gillyweed. Its so life-like that it looks ready to snap a fairy from midair! "This is given to the student who shows the best knowledge and ability in thes buject of Herbology." This award also comes with a modest monetary award of 100 galleons to support the student's further studies. This year it includes a large Muggle volume on Botany, wrapped in shiny gold paper.
Dolph.. looks a trifle concerned over Sweet's choice of award for Miss DeKere... but.. it's not his problem. He just hopes it's a Death Eater who finds the Shears in his back...
Callie goes wide-eyed at Landen's next award and murmurs, "Wow, well done..."
...They gave /Kauton/ a weapon? Eeek. Flint might have to use the Cheering Charm on her after all, if he has to talk to her again.
Irwin whoas. o_o Mahogany is generous! Suddenly, he is nervous.
Auden squints at Callie and says, "Who else would it have been? Landen's the Plant Man."
Katherine gives a low whistle of approval, nodding but not applauding because she is a good girl and follows rules. Ehem. Most of the time.
Svartrunir might have been having a senior moment, and now wakes up to clap again. For Landen. He was clapping for Xell too. Yep.
Weapon, weapon, weapon, Kauton lifts the scissors and looks at them. Making snipping motions a few times before putting them down. Neenerneener. Alexial, you die. >o
Landen stands up to get his award, beaming at Mahogany...and carefully choosing a path -away- from Kauton and her shear things. He eyes her, but then looks back up at the prof with a grin as he takes his award. "Thank you, professor." Yay, a medallion! -And- money. He grins to her again, take the medallion and the botany book, and heads back to his table, smug as ever. Herbology is the class of men and such.
Valerie claps slightly for the various students, interested and disinterested at the same time. The best way for a history scholar to be...just enough in this world not to trip constantly, but away enough to understand a time in the past.
Yes, but is Landen a fruit or a vegetable?
Alexial makes silent clapping noises for Landen because he deserved it. She smiles as he goes up, hoping he gets the idea and everything. Kauton, nevaaar.
Xell totally knows he's a fruit.
Certainly a vegeuit!
...How do you know this, Xell?
Er, let's not go there.
Well, this one time? In the Boys' Dorm?
...
Colleen squeals softly for Landen but claps her hands over her mouth. ^^;;
Valerie steps down to the front, after her colleague has cleared out. "Certainly...there have been many good students...and I am proud to have taught each of them, but this year I should like to recognize two more. Will Callie O'Connor and Diana Holt please come to the front. I should like to award them the Agrippa Award and the Paracelsus Prize, respectively. The first has performed admirably in her thesis, and the second for her excellent classwork." The Agrippa Award consists of a plaque with Michael's Seal and a 100 galleon stipend, while the Paracelsus is a wood-cut plaque of its namesake, coupled again with a 100 galleon stipend. She holds the awards out, waiting for her students to claim them.
Diana rises and smiles as she is getting an award for history. She glances at Callie and offers her a nod before replying "Thank you, Professor." She studies the plaque and will put it beside the cup as she returns to her table.
Sweet has disconnected.
Callie stands up at her table and looks over at Diana, smiling widely. Picking her way to the front she murmurs, "Thank you, Professor."
"My pleasure, my pleasure..." The professor gives out both of the awards, quite proud and unafraid to show it, huge grin on her face. She murmurs something back to Callie, and then scoots off.
Alexial sits down on a bench at the Ravenclaw table.
Mahogany smiles and sits.
Standing as she glances out at the students in the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall rises and opens a box, showing a beautiful circlet on a blue velvet cushion. "This beautiful circlet is a reproduction of one found by Wizarding Archeologists, reputed to have belonged to the famous Witch Circe, who turned Odysseus' companions into pigs. The circlet is wrought out of silver, a firey opal set at the center. From there the lines form two thin feathered wings that spread open across the temples of the wearer. Overall, the effect is of an owl, flying out of the circlet from the brow. The circlet magically adjusts to fit the owner like it was made for them." The circlet is presented in a box, on a blue velvet cushion. "Traditionally it goes to the student who shows the greatest aptitude for Transfiguration Magic. This student-" Professor McGonagall smiles brightly, "is Miss Vivian Barlow."
Flint jerks at the mention of Archaeology. He frowns, staring board-straight at McGonagall, until she mentions Circe and the Odysseus. Then he relaxes, smiling again, as if nothing odd happened.
Irwin does fall over this time, but still manages an echoing, "BLOODY BRILLIANT!" before he scrables back over the bench and plays it cool.. yeah right.
Vivian rises again, very dazed at this point, and moves to the front, taking the award with a sort of stunned smile. "Thank you professor. I really appreciate it." She bows her head a tiny bit, shakes her hand, and then slips, saving any studying of the circlet til she's safe at her seat again.
Professor McGonagall gives a genuine smile as Vivian leaves. "Now, you may express your approval to these fine students by giving them a round of applause."
Auden claps, finally. Now that she's been given permission.
Explosion time!
Donelle sticks her fingers in her mouth and whistles again.
EXPOSION?!
Luke claps, grinning at Kauton. "Who you gonna use the scissors on?"
What? It's time for more clapping? Alistair had been paying attention and Dumbledore mentioned something about holding applause. But that meant like...until next term, right? Sadly, it appears not. Reaching deep down into the rainy day accolade fund, he smiles a hair and begins bringing his hands apart and together. When will this huzzahmania end?
Alis claps and whistles and stomps her feet and annoys those around her.
Katherine mad-applauds, grinning brightly.
Irwin joins Alis pretty much exactly. Whee. Gryffindors may not be able to do ANYTHING else, but then can sure be loud and obnoxious! WHOOOOOOOOOO!
After putting the circlet on, Vivian begins to applaud for everyone else, smiling a bit now, still somewhat dazed, but grinning. It's done. Wow.
Virgil stomps his feet, yelling happily for all of the smert people. Especially William.
Alexial forgets to clap at first, but as the Hall erupts around her, she finally brings her hands together enthusiastically, beaming and shaking her head at the same time.
Michael claps a few times, before he looks around the room for a few moments, shrugging a little.
Now Xell busts out into a proper round of applause! Yay prizes! Yay money! Yay.. croquembouche!
Loud sobbing can be heard from one of the corners, near the ceiling, and then obnoxious nose-blowing. A rather disgusting-looking handkerchief flutters down and lands in the middle of the Gryffindor table. With love, from PEeves.
Jaelle cheers, hand taken again. Cheers not only for the students who recieved awards, but for the fact that it means its closer to FOOD TIME!
Matisse claps loudly for all the smart cookies who won awards, and shuffles along on the bench away from Jaelle.
Nearly Headless Nick applauds politely, looking prim and proper the whole time. Actually, his being a ghost, and his unwillingness to look silly rather defeats the purpose of applause.
Applauding again, though she's really looking at the recipients up and down her own table, Adwen is clearly delighted. Whether it's because her housemates have done so well or because the awards portion of the evening is over, it's impossible to tell.
Kauton claps. Claps. Claps. And fiddles with her new toys. Yeesss, my precious. "Any of my superiors who wake me up in the middle of the night for a trainee-course. Or. Er. I meant.." Well, they couldn't hear that anyway. Kauton grins widely at Luke, continuing to clap as the area around her erupts with long-held applause. Niiice. ...
Peter lets out a howl and applaud in addition, looking around the room carefully.
Virgil sees the thing fluttering and nudges Alis, pointing up. "Lookout!"
Slytherin won a lot of awards! So Landen, after gazing at his plaque, medallion, and book, applauds loudly, most of his applauding directed towards the Slytherin who have won awards.
Rising again and continuing to applaud, Dumbledore maintains a sense of litheness, standing with a single motion, cap balanced perfectly on his head, beard hardly moving. He lifts a hand, trying to quiet the students...trying.
Oh, and Payton is still here, too. Applauding. And ew.
Flint claps excitedly, though admittedly as much for food as for the other students. As the handkerchief lands in the middle of the table, Flint frowns, stops and scourgifies. He looks up at Peeves. "Ha."
Auden tries one of those whistly things Donelle did, to no avail. She makes a spitting-of-air noise, instead, and just goes back to clapping.
Dolph applauds loudly from the teacher's table.
Colleen bounces and claps and whees
Irwin... points his wand at the ghostly handkerchief and quietly destroys it...with Flint. He blinks and grins at the younger boy. And then sticks his tongue out at Peeves.
Alis ewwws at the handkerchief. Darn Flint for beating her to the Scourgify.
Callie applauds :rises and applauds her fellow winners of magical schawg. She laughs at Irwin's antics and enthusiasm.
Lookout! Peeves dropped typo gremlins!
The headmaster still stands up front, trying to quiet the students...
Flint grins happily at Irwin, and goes back to clapping. He sdwefiqwerjcdweje.fw damn you Peeves!
"Shut up!" Kauton roars at the crowd. Listen to the headmaster, you idiots.
Callie thunks back to sit, gesturing at her housemates.
Once more, the spoon is tapped against the glass as if trying to bring the students back to order. She gives a pointed look to the Gryffindor table.
Er, Professor McGonagall does.
Why does she keep looking at US?
The spoon--oh.
"Calm down children." Nick murmurs to the...more non-ghostly people around him. Honestly.
She owns US.. remember?
Katherine settles back down and folds her hands, tossing her head to the side and watching. And waiting for feasting.
Because she's our Head of House, duh.
Wouldn't have a clue. WOuldn't be that we're the rowdy ones? Gryffies? NEVER.
And, once the room has mostly quieted, the headmaster continues, voice projecting gently, smooth, ignoring the patches of still-noise. "Now, then, our dear Professor McGonagall would like to recognize each of our graduating seniors by name. Please come to the front as your name is called. I as the headmaster and the school as a whole...we are proud that you have graduated successfully and know that you shall succeed."
Whether out of respect for Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall, or fear of shears in the hands of Kauton, who seems to wish for silence, Auden stops cheering and waits for the next event of the evening to be announced.
Jana sighs a little at the noise. She never could stand much of it, and only wanted to go home.
All at once, as if someone just walked over her grave, Kauton shuts up and sits down. Look, she's quiet. Why? Because someone is whispering in her eeeaaar. Of course, one hand slides forward to fiddle with the scissors again. Blahblahblah. Headmaster talk.
Michael shakes his head a little as he listens to what's being said, shrugging.
Professor McGonagall stands up and begins to read the names of those students graduating. She hands in her hands the scrolls of graduation. "When your name is read, please come retrieve your scroll. Barlow, Vivian Catherine....Burram, Malcolm James....Dazvarsh-DeKere, Kauton Diana...blahblah... Dodgson, Lassera Quincy...blahblah...Garvin, Michael....Holt, Diana Katherine....blahblah....Metaiu, Xell Jeremy....O'Connor,Calliope Catharine...O'Malloy, Cedwic... blahblah...O'nally, Landen Sterling....Stretton, William Eric...blah."
Kauton has a weird name, and McGonagall is going way to damn fast in pace. So, as the names are called, she merrily runs up, grabs her scroll, and runs back to add it to her ever-growing pile of treasures. Hah, look, she /graduated/. Honors and /everything/. ... That's a big surprise.
Must... not...comment...
Bite me.
Vivian steps up when her name is called, vaguely dignified and taking it with a smile. She nods, thanking the professor again, and then moves off back to her seat, blushing again. It's real now...really real.
Xell speedwalks up for scroll. Speedwalks back to table. His tummy is starting to grumble too, and his trophy isn't edible.
This is it. Diana rises from the table as her name is called and goes to recieve the scroll of graduation. She looks as if she is getting a bit misty eyed.
Oh, GOD she said his middle name. Landen just slightly winces as he hears his name, though as it's called, he files up along with the rest of them, still soaking up the wonderfulness of the day. Night. He grins as he passes by people, waving and grinning like a star as he gets up to the platform and takes his scroll with a grin and a nod. So. Graduated. WOO! He pumps a triumphant fist in the air and heads on back to the Slytherin table. Proud. Proud. Gloat.
Everyone immediately scrolls up to read Landen's middle name.
Callie walks up with all the dignity and sobriety she can muster, though as she passes Cedwic on her way back down, she can't help but give him a high five, restrained and without a whoop of good cheer, but a high five nonetheless.
STERLING! <3
I know I did.
"THTERLING YOU PANTHY!" Calls some voice from some table. Where. Stop looking at me.
William is shy, so he goes up to get his without much flamboyance, gets his scroll with a smile and blush, then goes back to the impatient Gryffindors. Yeesh.
"What?" Michael mutters, as he hears his name, and then slowly gets to his feet, moving in a slow pace over to get his scroll, glancing out into the crowd, thoughtfully. "Free at last," he mutters, quietly.
"And now," as she finishes the graduates, "A round of applause, please."
Explody noisy!
Xell is being loud, over at the Slytherin table.
Vivian applauds hesitantly this time, trying to avoid looking like she's applaud for herself, but there are lots of seventh years. She smiles a bit again, stowing the scroll on the table and looking around, taking in the room as if to remember it forever. This is it. Every journey has an end.
William applauds along, after setting his scroll down. Phew!
Donelle whistles and whoops and carries on.
Auden does the clapping thing again. As instructed. Yay. She congratulates those who are near her, gives Landen a "thumbs up" sign, and Kauton gets a smile. Nothing too sentimental for Kauton.
Jabari, at the Slytherin, table is just grinning and all around happy for his friends. He claps politely.
Katherine applauds for everyone. They all rock.
Jana heaves another sigh as she quietly claps for the graduates.
The Gryffindor table is uncanny in their loudness. They are finally rid of all these irksome smarties from other houses! Er...
Alexial applauds loudly, grinning, but then looks back down at the table. Er... food please.
Matisse claps and whoots.
Svartrunir is being dignified. He claps with restraint. Perhaps he knows that so much clapping at such school functions must be done with a thought of endurance. Otherwise your palms are red and numb by the end of the evening. Wisdom of the ages, children. Wisdom of the ages.
Heath stands from his bench and applaudes for all who were honoured and all who have graduated.
Noise. Aaaah! Applause. Ok, can we eat now? Flint fidgets impatiently./
Alistair watches each person trot/march/walk/two-step/crab-walk/whatever up to receive their diplomas without ever once moving his head. It's like a guy in a neck brace watching tennis. The plus side to this parade of release? There will probably be more clapping. Yay, clapping.
Landen cheers and such! MAN HE'S GRADUATED FINALLY WOW! This is a milestone for all of the graduates, unable to like .. just sit there and pretend to not be excited.
O'Hare has reconnected.
Kauton's nice, Auden. She won't bite. Kauton throws back her head and gives a howl for the sake of her hands. No more clapping.
Adwen applauds, as well, holding her head high. Her House is, after all, graduating some impressive people.
Callie stands and applauds, hugging her fellow Ravvie seventh years.
O'Hare has partially disconnected.
...and Landen.
You forgot the Time Warp, Alistair.
Yup. Clapping. Alistair's going to have to spend an entire summer being unimpressed just to make up for dipping into the bank so deeply.
"Thank you again, Professor McGongall." A bit more applause, as the headmaster smiles at his colleague. He stands for the moment, then raising a hand again and trying to quiet the students. Good students.
Irwin woots loudly, stomping and clapping. Dolph smirks and applauds consistently. Colleen squeals and waves her arms and claps.
Michael does not cheer, or anything like that. Instead his expression turns completely into one that seems to be cut from stone, aside from the tears that comes from the corners of his eyes as he seats himself.
Vivian hugs her housemates too, now just blushed or flustered or something. Alive.
Awwwww!
Diana applauds her fellow graduates, a smile on her face. She goes quiet as she looks up at the headmaster. After all, he's on the Wizengamot and that's where she's heading. It will be so very strange to be a colleague of such a great man.
Can we eat now?
Hear Hear!
Only your fingers.
The headmaster leaves his hand up, waiting.
Katherine subsides. Woe.
Irwin would note it is very strange, Diana, especially when you have to nance around with him in a skirt and pretend to summon a storm. c_c;
Callie thunks to sit back down, grinning like a madfool.
Alexial jumps up and gives Vivian a big hug, shoving the candybar under the table cloth for now.
Matisse quiets and watches the headmaster.
Landen was hugged? Or something, I dunno what that '...and Landen' was added on to. XD But yeah, like the other prefects and Head Girl, he hushes down his own house a bit. A bit. Pft, he's excited himself though manages to sit back down in his seat, beaming beneath his wizard's hat.
The room quiets...eventually. Dumbledore waits a moment longer, and, voice solemn, begins to speak again - "One last thing remains before you are released from your Houses and into the adult world; no more will you be identified by Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin. Henceforth, you are simply graduates of Hogwarts, wizards and witches one and all. It is safe here, removed from the events of London and abroad, but remember this, graduates. No matter your birthright or your house, what classes you sat, or if you played Quidditch, you are all the same. You are all bound by magic. And with that comes great responsibility, for it is the very future of wizardingkind which will rest in your hands and the hands of the students you leave behind. Dark and strange times loom beyond the walls of Hogwarts, and we entrust you to use the knowledge you have gained here for the betterment of society. So it is that I welcome you into the company of alumni of Hogwarts." Waiting a moment and sliding his wand from someplace, he murmurs a low incantation. His arm moves smoothy, flawlessly, like a reflection in the mirror. The house insignias on each Seventh year change - they shrink, giving way to the solely the school seal.
A gleeful cackle sounds from somewhere up near the ceiling. "Did my darling Kauie-poo sew those?"
Vivian blinks, then...watching her previous Ravenclaw seal. No more. So much power...so much. She sighs, seeming to be sad for a moment, but then looks up to the front again with a smile.
...no attention for the Peeves.
"YOU KEEP TALKING YOU SLIMY BAG---" Kauton falls off her chair in an attempt to get up. "--I'll blast you into the next world!"
Irwin blinks at Flint.. and then covers his mouth with his hand, trying not to laugh. He succeeds in merely snickering with the soft rush of air through his nose. Ahem. He listens to Dumbledore and his eyes widen as he watches William's patch change. Whoa. He swallows and looks in one direction, and one direction only.
At Vivian, right?
Of COURSE!
Alis watches with fascination. Badges change. Cool! Er, Groovy! Whatever.
Michael doesn't seem to be noticing what's happpening, as he simply looks straight in front of himself and with hs jaws tightly clenched together.
Landen's player takes a time to laugh at Peeves. XD Landen himself engrossed with watching his Slytherin steal change. His snake! ;.; He lightly touches his new seal and slowly grins. No, graduation is -not- an emotional time for him. He's just ... ok fine, even Landen is touched by the ceremony and Dumbledore's words, and his attention moves away from his graduate's seal only when Kauton like .. erupts. "Man, even in the most touching of times.." he mutters beneath his breath, though grinning a bit to himself.
Clearing his throat loudly, Dumbledore remains calm, not responding to Peeves whatsoever. But the poltergeist probably gets the message. "Now, of course, Coach Thumblewood has the honor of awarding the esteemed quidditch cup." The headmaster applauds, nodding at the coach and waiting eagerly, a glitter in his eye. Maybe he played years ago?
Colleen... tentatively reaches around to hug Michael.
Jabari sits quietly with Natalie ready to eat, ready to get on the train going home. Yet, happy as he watches his friends graduate into the world beyond. Don't worry.. he'll keep track of you folks.
Dillion tries very hard not to laugh at Kauton fall off her chair. She has those sharp pokies now. So, he keeps himself from laughing. Or at least laughing loudly.
Oh /finally/. Now that the silly academics are through with, we can get to the part everyone cares about: sports! Thumblewood is on his feet and around the table in an instant. He pauses to ensure that the general chattering dies down a little before speaking. The coach's voice carries over the hall despite his rather diminuitive stature. "Before I get on to the actual awards, a brief announcement. I'm sure you're all wondering who next year's Quidditch Captains shall be." Glancing down at a short list he holds in his hand, he says clearly, "For Slytherin: Katherine Aubrey and Jabari Sulmahn. For Ravenclaw, Daniel Soong will be returning with a new vice-captain in Vanessa Elrich. Hufflepuff will see Paige O'Calahan with Melinda Crosslie, and lastly, Gryffindor will be under the guidance of Irwin Witherby and Payton Murdoch." Giving the students a moment to do their excited murmuring and patting each other on the back and such,
Thumblewood clears his throat to ensure that all eyes are on him. That's right. ATTENTION. "Next, I would like to ask that Miss Vivian Barlow please step up here for a moment. Again." Those sharp Seeker's eyes of his search the Ravenclaw table, a bemused smile on his lips.
Katherine smiles in slow amazement, a handkerchief in her hand as she dabs very briefly and inconspicuously at her eyes -- and tries not to snicker at Kauton's tumble. She tilts her head at the changed seals, seeming distant and thoughtful until she hears her own named called out. Her eyes widen and she stifles a grin.
Flint cheers /extremely/ loudly this time, grinning at Irwin. "I KNEW YOU'D GET IT!" He bounces. o_o
Callie cracks a megawatt grin at Vivian. "Get up there, woman." She twists in her seat to try to catch Jabari's eye and shoot him a thumbs up.
This doesn't make sense now. Vivian looks around the table, and then rises, moving towards the front somewhat tentatively, but arriving. She peers at the coach, kind of lifting an eyebrow.
At the announcement of Jabari as captain, Natalie squeals and hugs him tightly.
Irwin sweatdrops, looking stunned. Then... a slow grin appears on his face, growing rapidly until it stretches from ear to ear. He grabs Payton's hand and begins pumping it up and down, trying at the same time to see what Thumblewood has in store for his girlfriend. Ack. Too Much ...Brain ...Overloading ... ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Thumblewood beams as Vivian rises to her feet, and speaks as she approaches the dais. "Quidditch is and always will be a team effort, and the Ravenclaw Quidditch team made an impressive comeback this year, pushing their way to second place. Surely the credit for that goes to the entire team. However, we have all had a chance to watch Miss Barlow on the pitch. She by far one of the best Seekers I have had the pleasure of coaching in my time here at Hogwarts - as a matter of fact, she was even able to give /me/ a run for my galleons. Her speed and efficiency are more than impressive and she also displays an air of poise and sportsmanship both on and off of the pitch." The professor gestures. ... Then he gestures again, and this time a silvery medal appears in his hand. No one ever said he was good at anything but sports. "It is for that reason that I wish to award Vivian Barlow with this medal for Most Valuable Player of the 1975 year. Well done, Miss Barlow." The former Seeker ... stretches up a little to make up for the five inches the student has on him to place the medal around her neck, and then offers her a firm and warm handshake.
Flint turns to Payton. "Congratulations to you too!" He squeals excitedly. "Hey, are you still going to be a cripple in the summer?" Flint asks innocently.
vice captain Jabari, that is.
Jabari rubs his ears at that squeeling next to him and just raises his chin in Callie's direction with a grin. Turning to Katherine, he winks to her and mouths. "You and me.. this summer. We've got work to do."
Callie leaps to her feet cheering for Vivian, tugging poor Daniel to his feet as well.
Donelle claps and cheers for Vivian.
"Holy..." Irwin nearly tears Payton's arm off as he leaps up to cheer enormously for Vivian! AGAIN!
Kauton looks up dreamily towards the stage, her chin resting on one hand as she merely ... Watches. What else should she do --clap? Nah, Vivian's got plenty of that. Hah, good going, kid. Whoo!
Payton is stunned. Honestly. And then Flint gets a glare. "I am NOT a cripple!" A little too loudly, but who's going to notice?
Vivian blushes a bit, leaning down to allow the coach to put the medal on her easier. She shakes his hand then and nods, grinning a bit and turning to retreat. Ahh...Ravenclaw table...you are looking so nice now. Blush.
Dillion lets out a rare loud cheer as Vivian is awarded the MVP and starts applauding loudly for his house's Seeker.
Katherine nods to Jabari, looking worried and almost weary. She flashes him a quick thumbs-up as she claps for Vivian and her MVP.
Michael blinks, as he notices that someone's hugging him, but simply keeps quiet as he listens to all the happenings, so far. He seems to follow the old saying that it's better to keep your mouth shut and act like n idiot than opening it and remove all doubt.
Svartrunir nods his approval for Katherine and Jabari with the glint of ambition in his eye. With the new brooms from Diana's father for the team and a rush of new blood, who knows what will happen in the coming year. More polite, restrained applause for Miss Barlow.
"And now what you're all /actually/ holding your breath for." Thumblewood looks just as excited as the students at this point. "I think we were all pleasantly surprised with the turnout of this year's Quidditch season. We saw nearly a complete reversal of last year's results. I say with no intent to offend that I doubt anyone went into the season expecting the Cup match to contain the two teams that it did." He pauses, deliberately directing a cheesy smile at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. Come on, it's the truth! "However, due to the hard work of the Hufflepuff team, they managed to sweep all three of their matches this term, as well as the Quidditch Cup! Congratulations to Kauton deKere, Paige O'Calahan, and the rest of the Hufflepuff team for their amazing performance! If they will please step up here to accept it...?" A wave of his hand indicates the gleaming Quidditch Cup set on the table behind him; the engraving on it has changed to denote the Hufflepuff team and its members for the year of 1974-1975.
Heath grins and applauds for Vivian, even though was knocked out early so that Donelle can win!
Colleen gives Michael a small smile and pats him one more time before grinning her approval at the Slytherin captains.
What is this, make Vivian feel special night? Only now does Landen's frown dissipate and he largely rolls his eyes before turning to mutter something to his tablemates. Ah well. SHe'd better get her awards now since she'll be -dead- in a few months anyway, right? WIth this thought in mind, Landen smirks to himself and leans back, peering cooly up at the QUidditch people, avidly not clapping. Pft. DONELLE should've gotten that award!
Samuel just met Jabari the other day. Nice enough guy. He claps. Then Gryffindor's captains are announce. Grrreeeat. The Prince's head and ego is never going to shrink over this one. Yep, he wants to eat, go home, never come back.
Callie stays on her feet, cheering for Hufflepuff's win of the cup.
Landen er, Landen's -smile- dissapates.
Luke lifts Paige clean up and twirls her around before setting her down.
Vivian turns around back at the table and applauds like Callie, still standing. It was a fair victory either way. She doesn't note Landen at all, looking up front with a smile.
It's a good thing Landen is graduated else he would find himself dead upon waking in the morning.
In your dreams, maybe. >:)
Yep.
And that would be all the more impressive... Landen, rising from the dead...
Charisma pushes open one of the doors and steps in from the entry hall.
Charisma has arrived.
..since he'd be WAKING and all... XD
Donelle grabs Paige's arm and drags her up. Kauton is too tired to go! She's grinning big as they head up there and hugs on her best friend.
Heath grins wide as he says the cup goes to them. He eyes Luke for spinning Paige from her bench before rolling his eyes. "Please." He murmurs.
Paige is still beaming, the news of her being Captain and now this. Nodding at Kauton Paige doesn't hesitate as Donelle drags her up front, looping her arm in her friends.
Heath blinks at Kauton. "Me?" He shrugs and climbs out to go running up with the rest!
Irwin applauds loudly. At least it wasn't Slytherin!
It sure wasn't Gryffindor!
Xell barely applauds. At least Gryffindor sucks!
Professor Darkefell actually stands up to applaud, beaming at the excited Hufflepuffs.
Landen applauds for Hufflepuff, grinning up at Donelle and .. Donelle.
Katherine applauds for the Hufflepuffs, woo!
Dumbledore waits for things to slow down, standing again and still grinning warmly, with mirth. "Last and not least, of course...we do not forget these things, even at my age!" Dumbledore folds his hands together, smiling a bit. "The tallies for this year's points stand at Slytherin...709. Hufflepuff 704. Ravenclaw 674. Gryffindor 397." A pause. "As you can see then...I congratulate Slytherin for their victory in the House Cup this year, and I wish every house best of luck next year." He applauds gently again, smiling a bit at the inevitable response.
Kauton raises her hands, applauding with extreme pride for her team. Of course, she stays back at the table, pleading weariness from running around. Before she leans forwards to mutter something for Luke.
NOW Xell busts out applauding. Hahaha Hufflepuff! Hahahahahaha! Stomp stomp smash burninate!
Samuel applauds, just hopping it'll at least pass time and make the food come quicker. It's like in Peter Pan, I do believe in food I do believe in food!
Katherine can't help but make some proud noise at this one. Slytherin sneaked a House Cup. Just like 'em, really.
Colleen whoops and grabs Connor and squeals, "We won! We won!" Nice end to a first year!
No, that's the Wizard of Oz, Sam.
Jabari is just beaming as Slytherin takes the house cup. "I never would have thought we'd win the house cup this year, but YES!" He's so proud of his house. As for Viv and the Hufflepuff team, he claps for them as well thinking they had a job well done.
Svartrunir whips out the Huge Cup and does a Vanna White, teeth flashing. And yes, there's Slytherin on it with the year 1974-1975.
Can we EAT now??
Everyone except the person who asked!
"Get all the rest of the nonsense taken care of," Michael mutters, before he turns slightly so that he can have an unobstructed move to those doors as soon as people start eating.
At your table, Svartrunir murmurs to the table at large, "I think this will look quite well in my Office. Green and silver go together so elegantly, don't you agree?"
Charisma who has been here the whole time, really, is applauding for everyone. Look at her go! That clapping poise and all that good stuff.
Nah-uh! You gotta clap to prove that you believe in fairies and they come back to life so Nyah. Sam's still clapping. Why? He doesn't know!
Sheer numb hunger, Sam.
Must be because Sam's insane.
At your table, O'Hare gives Svartrunir one of those thin smiles that says 'On the inside I am gnashing my teeth in mad, mad hate.' "Jolly good show, Sigmund."
Please see above.
Maybe if we clap hard enough they'll finally feed us?
Adwen positively cheers as the House Cup is awarded, as opposed to negatively cheering, which... right, anyway.
Feed you knuckle sandwiches, you bunch of whiners.
"You have all done well this year, and I hope that next year will prove just as fruitful." A pause, and then Dumbledore claps his hands; food appears on all the tables of a varied assortment - turkey and chicken, fruits and vegetables, mashed potatoes and cornbread, and, of course, buttermilk biscuits. There are deserts, too, of all sorts - pie and cake and ice cream. "Now, together, I invite everyone to eat and celebrate this year. My most sincere congratulations to you all." Still smiling, he settles down, looking among the professors and then beginning to eat.
But wouldn't you miss your knuckles?
Landen turns back from his table and looks smug. House Cup, baby! He grins broadly as the rest of the house erupts into cheers and such, and he joins in as well. Clap, Clap, WOOOHOOO! It's obvious that he's raaather proud, though quiets down as Dumbledore speeks again. Sitting, he turns in his seat, eyeing the Hufflepuff table.
Alis lets our a 'whoop'! About bloody time!
Well, they'll come back when the digestive system's finished working.
FOOOOOOOOD! With cry of glee, the Gryffindor table explodes into tasty happiness.
Donelle gives Landen a little wave and a smile.
So does one of the puddings on the Hufflepuff table. Explodes, that is. Chocolate everywhere! Oooops, Peeves!
At your table, Svartrunir smiles at Professor O'Hare. She's attractive when she's admitting his superiority, really. "Why thank you. Really, it was the students. Excellent group this year. And the first year twins were unusually well behaved even for orphans. No, I think O'nally did a rather good job of keeping everyone in line."
Irwin falls to, but pauses to catch Vivian's eye and cheer her with his cup. ^^
Buddhists often, as it is told, put forth the question as to the sound of one hand clapping. It can be determined now that it is probably louder than the applause that comes from Alistair at the new round of awards. It isn't that it's not polite. The point is for it to be polite. It just isn't enthusiastic. Too much enthusiasm for this boy could be dangerous. He might walk all the way back to his room, still clapping only to wake up clapping..at 30. It has to end sometime!
Donelle stares at the puddings. Ok. She's no longer hungry...the deliberate targeting of her house by the stupid polterguist has pissed her off, and she's got chocolate on her eye. So she's decided she's done enough prefectly duty for one night, the feast is over, the prizes are awarded, and she is ready to take a walk or something. After a trip to the bathroom to get a damp paper towel.
And true to what he promised himself, as soon as he sees the food on the table, Michael gets up, and makes his run for it. Err, his quick walk for the doors and out through them. Who needs this thing called food, anyway?
Samuel rubs his eyes. He's halucinating! He sees food! Right? He thinks it's food. And then the shoveling comences. Drumsticks and slabs of meat and chicken and turkey blur from the table and hardly touch his plat from the serving platter to his mouth. Well...everyone has gossiped about the Palancher boy having giant blood in him somewhere.
Dolph eats quickly, making the most of his socalization while politely chewing with mouth closed skills, before he has to excuse himself, bowing to his fellows.
Alis takes one look at Samuel stuffing himself and decides to skip it. She looks around for Auden, sees no sign of the girl, and pockets some little-mess foods before bolting out of the hall.
Colleen enjoys the meal with her brother and housemates, though she still wonders what it would hurt to be able to sit with friends from other houses. She crans her neck to see Morganna and wave to her, and then steals a glance at Payton and mouths, "Way to go, Captain!" before blushing softly and hudiding behind a pitcher of pumpkin juice.
After some discussion from her table, Kauton gathers up her awards, her diploma, and moves quietly for the door to exit. Wiping pudding distractively off the two-headed figuirne she was given.
What's this? Is Peeves feeling apologetic for being such a little brat? The poltergeist suddenly becomes visible, hovering amongst the tables with a small bunch of tangible flowers in one hand. He drifts from table to table, offering one each to the seventh years with a smile and a shifty look not unlike a puppy who's peed on the rug. Flowers? Flowers!?!?!? Come on, take 'em.
Alis stands and leaves the bench at the Gryffindor table.
After making sure his hands can still work at the finer motor skills that don't involve bringing palms together with force, Alistair goes about doing that whole eating thing. Turkey, taters, and veggies of all sorts fall prey to his dark hunger in an orderly fashion, parading from plate to fork to mouth in their march of death!
Kauton takes the flower and sticks it down the back of Luke's neck and RUNS.
The spirit of Luke kicks Kau
Irwin gapes, openly, at Peeves. It's a trick! The flowers will.. uh... eat you!
Landen looks at his news graduate's badge again with a light grin, then eyes the food as it appears. Pft, he's too excited to eat! Way too excited! So froget the food the pudding and even *gasp* the cake. Landen stands from his seat, though frowns upon seeing Donelle head off already. Looking back to his table, he grins and gives Xell a hearty pat on the back while shoving him a little in a friendly sort of way. "Congratulations, prat," he says fondly before beginning to head off, waving to the rest of the graduates and friends before going to see what's up with Donelle.
COME ON KIDS TAKE THE FRIGGEN FLOWERS! Peeves looks as though he's considering crying! :( Don't listen to Irwin or Flint. They're just mad because they don't get any.
Katherine sets to eating, smiling broadly as her player runs away from the massive spams.
Jabari digs into the food eating and just beaming over at Natalie. Finally! Summer! They survived. And his player too runs from the massive scene.
William blinks and .. "Hey, flowers," he says pleasantly, smiling. See? Peeves isn't so bad! He takes one of the flowers, stupidly, but hey, he's one of those soft hearted kids who can see the good in everyone! Almost.
Irwin carouses and jokes around with his housemates in style for a long bit, until the feast starts to wind down and he spots Vivian heading out. Rapidly downing the rest of his drink, he excuses himself, dropping his napkin on his seat and scooting out after her.
How disappointing that only one student took one. It still suddenly begins spraying water all over William's robes and plate, and Peeves swoops off towards the ceiling with a gleeful whoop.
Aw, flowers, and rainbows, and puppies, and SPLAT! William is sprayed all over his face, and he sputters and closes his eyes, dropping the flowers. "HEY!" Seven years and still he's learned nothing. His face and robes and hair drips with water, and he sits there looking stunned. Stunned and .. unwise. But at least his award didn't get all wet!
Flint acks as Irwin takes off. "Hey wait, you've got my letter!" Leaving the table, he chases after him.
Jaelle catches sight of William and almost chokes on her pumpkin juice. Oh my.
NPC Casting:
Dumbledore: Vivian
Heads of House:
McGonagall: Chelsea
Svartrunir: Kendra
O'Hare: Laume
Binyamin: Adelaide
Quidditch Coach
Thumblewood - Madison
Ghosts:
Peeves: Madison (Entertain and delight all)
Nearly Headless Nick: Hawkeye
For those of you who want to see the awards and don't want to read through this, see this entry.
Awards were decided by the Professors who taught the subject and were only available to Senior students.
A big THANK YOU to Vivian and everyone else who put major time and effort into this production.
Suggestions for next year are always welcome.