The Midsummer's Festival!

[tartan_pussy]

Posters appear magically all over the school that say:

Midsummer's Festival

When: Tonight!
Where: By the lake
What: A party celebrating the summer solstice.

There will be food, drink and a bonfire! All students are invited.

((OOC: All RPing for the festival should take place in this post.))Down by the lake, there is a large, magical bonfire

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[2bking]

Due to a nibble on some magic brownies, Simba now had opposable thumbs and long, silky hair. When he found out there was a party happening, he was stoked. Yes, stoked.

He danced down to the lake. He was still a little wobbly, trying to balance on two legs. How did humans do this all the time??

But he was determined. He was going to dance. Maybe he could even get a music number going. Last time he'd tried, a bunch of hippos and crocodiles and birds and stuff had come out of nowhere and joined in. Could happen again!

He decided to start up his very own karaoke section of the party and grabbed a stick to pretend was a microphone, and started singing.

"Hakuna mattata! What a wonderful phrase!!" (He hadn't actually been taught that song yet, so who knew how the words came to him, but hey. This party was magical. And he'd eaten some magic brownies.)

[nicknamegirl]

No dancing animals, but hey, look! A singing angel, who somehow knew the words as well!

Lola giggled and grabbed a stick of her own. Come on, the kid was cute, and she hadn't been singing for the longest time. She had a good voice, Lola. She literally could sing like an angel.

"Hakuna matata... Ain't no passing craaaaze!"

[2bking]

Simba was surprised when Lola joined in, but extremely pleased. He liked Lollie very much -- and hey, she didn't recognize him. Maybe he could surprise her!

He gave her a pleased and slightly drunken smile, then slid across the floor on his knees as he crooned, "It means no worries! for the rest of your days!"

But mid-side, something... happened. He felt... smaller. And, he didn't have knees any more. He stood up quickly and looked down at his front -- ... paws.

He turned back to Lollie, looking sheepish. It hadn't lasted very long, he though.

[nicknamegirl]

Lola blinked and forgot to sing. What... Oh! Simba! She grinned widely and sank down on her knees to be more at the cub's level.

"Oh it's you!" she said brightly. "Hello, Simba. I didn't know you were such a talented singer. Or that you made such a handsome human," she added with a little laugh.

[carri3_whit3]

Carrie knew she wasn't much fun at parties; "gun-shy" seemed an apt term for her at parties. But she was too contrary to sit in her room and brood over the fact that a party was going on without her.

So, as was her habit since coming to Hogwarts, she found herself a pretty flowered dress (yellow and summery this time), snagged herself a drink, and settled in around the fringes of the party to watch the action.

[schizowarrior]

Hey, party--right on. Molly didn't own a whole lot of nice clothes, but she'd dug out a dress she thought might be good for a summer party. Unfortunately, she didn't have any dress shoes, and so was wearing her black Chuck Taylors, which somewhat ruined the effect. But her hair was nice, for once--instead of the usual wild mane of grey-blonde, she'd tamed it into something more or less smooth, and, shoes notwithstanding, she was tolerably pleased with the result.

Now for the food.

[busty_robin]

"Hey Molly," Steph threw up a hand in greeting, making her own beeline for the food table. After that little DADA class, she pretty much thought Molly was the coolest thing since sliced bread. Actually, sliced bread wasn't even all that cool. Molly was probably a little bit cooler than sliced bread.

Moving on.

"You look really nice!"

[schizowarrior]

Molly grinned. "Hi, Steph," she returned. She'd been really impressed with the way Steph kicked her boggart--it was a movie-worthy kick if she'd ever seen one. "Thanks...wish I had better shoes, but what can you do? Try some of the sausages--they're awesome." Better than cabbage, certainly...ick.

[busty_robin]

"Oh, I think they're stylin'. Anyway-" she pulled up her ankle length skirt and stuck out an equally sneakered foot "-all the cool kids are doing it." Hey, you never knew when danger was going to strike. It was important to have the proper footwear for these things!

Mmmm. Sausages. "So you holding up okay, post ping-pong head?"

[ex_ladyston]

Catelyn did not precisely understand the nature of a solstice, but it sounded as though it might be like the festivals held in Westeros--festivals she missed sorely, at times, along with so much of her former life.

Now, however, she was far from melancholy--she'd not seen so many people at once, bar one or two parties, since she'd first come here. She moved easily enough, collecting a glass of punch and taking a seat not far from the fire. She smiled as she watched everyone--things were so different here than they had been in Westeros, yet the feeling was the same.

[usethepoker]

Susan would have dressed nicer if she'd thought of it--as it was, she'd come down in a skirt that was scrupulously clean, but rather old, and a shirt with a mended tear caused by a stab-wound to the abdomen. She'd had a very interesting (if slightly painful) time as a child again; attacking the Whomping Willow (a second time, no less) had...really not been a good idea. (To say nothing of the croquet-mallet-to-the-head she'd taken, before ever they reached the tree.) Lily had patched her up nicely, though; so nicely, in fact, that Susan felt no guilt whatsoever about collecting a plate of food and a glass of firewhiskey.

[estebanmd]

Stephen wandered out to the party, feeling it incumbent upon all faculty members to make at least a token appearance. It seemed he did not find the occasion worthy of formal dress (the example set by The Cheat and Strong Bad notwithstanding): he was togged out in his typical grubby worn jeans, with grass stains on the knees from yesterday's excursion in the world of insect observation, and a T-shirt whose message he had modified somewhat by crossing out the word 'nimium' with a Sharpie. Where he had gotten a Sharpie, we may never know. One supposes he may have found Morfin's abandoned collection of markers after Mr. Gaunt-Jones joined the ranks of the popcorned.

With no compunction whatsoever he made his way over to his friend. "A lovely day for burning things, is it not?" he remarked, shielding his eyes with one hand in order to get a better look at the bonfire.

[usethepoker]

Susan grinned. “It’s always a lovely day for burning things,” she said, and peered at his shirt--she was reasonably sure it was Latin, but she had no idea what it meant. “Do I want to ask what your shirt says, or would I be better off not knowing?” Given Stephen’s sense of humor, it was either something very intellectual or very covertly rude--or possibly both; one never knew. “I’m not entirely sure it’s wise to serve things like cheese and cabbage around an open flame, though,” she added meditatively. “Flaming wood is one thing; flaming trousers are quite another.” Though the mental image was more entertaining than it probably ought to be.

[estebanmd]

"Before I took a marker to it, what it did say was 'If you can read this, you are excessively educated.' Now it says simply 'If you can read this, you are educated.'" Stephen grinned back. "I believe the foods being served, though sure they run the gamut of palatability, are in some wise traditional for the occasion. Last year's Midsummer party --" The grin faded at the memory. It had not been a good day for him, though neither he nor anyone he cared about had consumed the spiked punch. They had problems enough of their own without the punch. " -- had not quite such a multicultural emphasis," he finished.