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Date/Time: 'Wedding & Two Funerals'; Sunday, Oct 4th, afternoon
Location: Grounds
Open to: All
Involving: Pat, NPCs
The talk of it was all around the school. People generally didn't have a clue what was going on out there, and were flocking to it. Most didnt' want to go outside - they didn't want to disturb it. Except for the little ones, mainly the first years, that is.. who all wanted to join in. It was bizarre, adorable, and ultimately fun. And some were afraid that if he knew that they knew, he'd immediately stop and go back to the ponce and elegance they all knew him for.
A tree stood at one end, with a few long, tall branches that had been long past shed from their owner propped up on either side to make a triangle. Roped to it was a gorgeous silk sheet, dark blue and creamy bronze. It made a shape similiar to that of a, well, sail. On either side were piles of more dead branches, sticks, and rocks, making a sort of makeshift wall around them. At the end, another stick stuck up from the ground, looking much like a rudder. It was pretty large.. about the size of two or three beds side by side.
About ten 11 year olds ran around it, holding wooden swords that had definately been transfigured. On their heads? Pirates hats, folded from old Daily Prophets he found lying about the storage room. He, however, had a captain's hat - black hat topped with brilliant red feathers, worn on the side of his head with a touch of class. He wore a patch over his eye, like a few of the other children, and actually fixed his garb a bit to look more pirate than Ravenclaw boy. But while the others ran about, 'attacking' one another and the like, Patrick sat there, leaning against the rail, telling some fantastic story to the children around him. It involved wild hand gestures, faces that were both scary and adorable, and flagrant story-telling.
And they loved it.
Location: Grounds
Open to: All
Involving: Pat, NPCs
The talk of it was all around the school. People generally didn't have a clue what was going on out there, and were flocking to it. Most didnt' want to go outside - they didn't want to disturb it. Except for the little ones, mainly the first years, that is.. who all wanted to join in. It was bizarre, adorable, and ultimately fun. And some were afraid that if he knew that they knew, he'd immediately stop and go back to the ponce and elegance they all knew him for.
A tree stood at one end, with a few long, tall branches that had been long past shed from their owner propped up on either side to make a triangle. Roped to it was a gorgeous silk sheet, dark blue and creamy bronze. It made a shape similiar to that of a, well, sail. On either side were piles of more dead branches, sticks, and rocks, making a sort of makeshift wall around them. At the end, another stick stuck up from the ground, looking much like a rudder. It was pretty large.. about the size of two or three beds side by side.
About ten 11 year olds ran around it, holding wooden swords that had definately been transfigured. On their heads? Pirates hats, folded from old Daily Prophets he found lying about the storage room. He, however, had a captain's hat - black hat topped with brilliant red feathers, worn on the side of his head with a touch of class. He wore a patch over his eye, like a few of the other children, and actually fixed his garb a bit to look more pirate than Ravenclaw boy. But while the others ran about, 'attacking' one another and the like, Patrick sat there, leaning against the rail, telling some fantastic story to the children around him. It involved wild hand gestures, faces that were both scary and adorable, and flagrant story-telling.
And they loved it.