[Approximate looks for Asani, Cassandra, and Fred. Cass' hair should be straight, Asani's hair should be voluminous and go below her waist. Fred... is Fred. Update: I no longer see Cassandra this way, so disregard her image.]
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[Approximate looks for Asani, Cassandra, and Fred. Cass' hair should be straight, Asani's hair should be voluminous and go below her waist. Fred... is Fred. Update: I no longer see Cassandra this way, so disregard her image.]
Movement in her peripheral made Allegra glance up. The comings and goings of Sallow’s owl were a familiar sight, but her usual silent glide across the common room was now accompanied by several more beats of her wings as she manoeuvred the corner and up the stairwell. Allegra frowned but returned to her essay.
A quarter of an hour later, the tawny returned, though, in her path towards the dormitories, she momentarily swerved to one side before righting herself. Allegra gasped and snatched her wand from the table, ready to shoot off a cushioning charm had the owl actually careened. Her brow creased as she watched the owl — Iris, Allegra suddenly recalled from past conversation — pass overhead.
She knew Sallow’s owl was hard-worked. A fact she had tried to assuage by procuring treats for Iris back when- well, before. The witch tutted, swept up parchment and quill with a swish of her wand and hurried for her room.
Whilst her own owl, Axl, delivered both post and the Prophet daily, he had infinitely more free time than Iris. And it showed. The hawk owl was getting rounder in the middle since he had stopped flying long distances between the Nordics and Britain. Allegra also suspected that it was due to the abundance of prey in the Highlands, though Axl knew better than to bring any of his prizes into her presence. She crossed her room, where he was already surveying her sharply, and shot him an apologetic smile.
“Just temporarily? For a fellow owl?”
She soothed his beak with the back of her fingers and let him peck a grasshopper gum from her palm. Still, Axl trilled in displeasure and puffed out his wings, which made Allegra grin at the sight. After a moment, he nipped at her fingertip and then stuck out his leg. Clever bird. Allegra hastily drafted a note and tied it loosely to Axl's outstretched leg. The owl gave her one last reproachful look and took flight a short way across the stairs.
When Sebastian left his room, Axl was atop the ornate console table opposite the door. He gave the wizard a flat, bored hoot as if to say, “I am now of service”, his unamused expression strangely reminiscent of his family’s young mistress. The strand of parchment around his leg read:
For your owl’s sake. And Axl needs the exercise. A.F.
Sebastian ignored the feral screeching and loud crash behind the door as he cast the last of his anti-niffler wards around the entrance. He turned, only to abruptly stop under the flat stare of an owl awaiting him across the landing.
It blinked slowly, giving a low, insouciant hoot, and Sebastian braced a hand against the doorframe, head hung low between his shoulders as he expelled a long sigh towards the floor.
What now?
Sebastian composed himself — cleared his throat and straightened his spine as he rolled and squared his shoulders.
Cast a quick scourgify over his coat, though he anticipated it did little to help the lingering odour.
Smoothing his fingers through his hair again, one critical brow flicked upward as he stepped closer and silently assessed the messenger perched on the table. After a protracted moment, he hummed thoughtfully.
That particular air of imperious apathy was oddly familiar.
The handsome bird stuck out his leg expectantly, and not wanting to further rile of any more wildlife that evening, Sebastian took the proffered note. His brow rose curiously at the initials. Allegra's soft spot for creatures was commonly known (he was under the distinct impression that she preferred them to any human counterpart), and whilst it was obvious that she was doing it for Iris's and Axl's benefit, he hardly expected his fellow Slytherin to skirt so close to granting him a favour. Certainly not out of kindness given their frosty relations.
"Axl, is it?" Sebastian remarked casually as he folded the bit of parchment into a tidy square. His pile of letters never seemed to decrease, and Iris could do with the extra help. The school owls were officially a lost cause and he was not the impractical sort, but that did not mean he would blindly trust the owl of someone with such open dislike for him. Even if said antipathy was (begrudgingly) deserved.
"Should I employ your services, then I trust none of my post shall be diverted along the way."
It wasn't really a question and the owl didn't answer.
Typical.
"Well, I don't have any deliveries for you at the moment, so you can return to your mistr—" Sebastian voice fell away as he tucked his hands in his pockets and his gloved fingers found the velvet pouch. He quickly raised a hand for Axl to wait as he pulled it from his pocket. He rolled it around in his palm in quiet contemplation.
An anonymous delivery by an owl not of his own.
A satisfied smile ghosted across his lips as he offered Axl the pouch.
"To the care of Cassandra (@ask-gryffindors), Head Girl. Gryffindor Tower."
just remember, tense your shoulders, grit your teeth, take rapid shallow breaths and say to yourself ”oh shit, oh fuck, this is all my fault”
Hi, Aileen!
I've had the weirdest dream today so I just have to pick your brain about something. If you had to choose between riding a dinosaur, flying a hippogriff, or swimming among the dolphins, what would you choose?
— 5th year with fluffy hair
Hello, stranger!
I believe that if I had to choose, I would go swimming with a dolphin. They are much less likely to harm me and I'm terribly afraid of heights, so that sadly rules out the other two options.
A.B.
"Hey, F-Felix," mumbles Fred passing by the Ravenclaw table and noticing the enticing Crème Brûlée on Felix's plate. "Do you think I..." he swallows, eyes darting from Felix's face to the dessert and back. "Do you think I can... have a lick? A taste, I mean. I-I'll even get my own spoon!"
"A lick?" Felix echoed, his spoon pausing just above the golden crust of his dessert.
The Ravenclaw glanced down at the custard in question, then back at Fred's face - eyes wide, hopeful, perhaps a touch desperate. Felix bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too soon.
"Well," he said warmly, sliding the little dish forward a few inches, "since you asked so sweetly..."
"But I warn you," he added, tipping his head just slightly as golden strands fell into his eyes, "it might leave you wanting more."
Asani flies into the classroom, runs up to your desk, and slams her hands on the table: "FELIX!"
She gets a wand out of her pocket and aggressively points at the gramophone in the middle of the classroom, casting a spell. Loud music starts booming all over the place.
"FELIX, SHOW US YOUR BEST DANCE MOVE!"
Felix blinked in surprise, his quill freezing mid-sentence as the sudden sound of Asani’s voice rang through the classroom. Before he could so much as utter a "Hello?", she was already slamming her hands on his desk.
"Asani, wha-" he started, but his words were drowned out by the music that erupted from the gramophone. The classroom seemed to shudder with the beat, the booming rhythm made his chair vibrate, and a few startled students peered over their books with wide eyes.
He glanced around the room, then back at Asani's determined expression. Felix' lips twitched.
"Alright, why not?" he relented, standing up and brushing off his robes. "But don't laugh too hard, alright?"
Asani nods approvingly at Felix's moves. Yes. This will do nicely. For what — she doesn't know yet but this information certainly will come in handy one day.
She notices @demetrius-haggarty freeze in the doorway. Before he could escape, she points a wand at him, saying threateningly: "DANCE, DEMETRIUS, DANCE!"
To: The tallest blond Ravenclaw student named Felix! From: A curious 5th year with fluffy hair
Felix!
You know what I find rather boring? Rectangular pillows. Who created rectangular pillows and why couldn't it be some other shape! Squares are boring, too, but do you have an opinion on the round pillows? That's less boring, and it's perfect for your head! Although then one might argue that the flattened-egg-shaped pillows would be even better. Felix, if you had a chance to design a perfect pillow, how would it look like? Let's say no to boring pillows!
Actually, I was gonna ask you about the sheep rumours in the Ravenclaw common room but now I don't care about it as much as the pillows. I love pillows! I took apart so many in my lifetime! Burned a few? I'll never forget the smell.
Can't wait to find out about your favourite pillow shape!
Dear Fluffy-Haired Curator of Pillows,
This is certainly not a question I get to answer every day - though I must admit, I appreciate your passion for revolutionising pillow shapes.
Well, I prefer my pillows hard - just the right amount of firmness to keep things steady. But since I’m a rather cuddly sleeper, I like them big and squeezable too - perfect for wrapping around and holding close. Rounded edges wouldn't hurt, either - less likely to jab you in the face during particularly restless dreams. :)
Warmly,
Felix
The 5-year with fluffy hair crawls under the desks in the library, tying together other students' shoelaces and giggling to herself quietly. When she gets to the desk you are standing by, Asani hesitates. Regular shoes, huh... Well, how about...
A quick spell later, your footwear transforms into these:
Oh, a little mischief under the desk, is it? My, my, bold choice, my dear. If you wanted to hear me squeak and grunt, you only needed to ask.
I must admit, it's been some time since I've worn anything so flashy. However, Gryffindor shall lose 20 points for such... audacious creativity. Let's hope next time you direct that spirited energy toward something a bit more appropriate.
Unphased by the point-taking, Asani retorts smugly from under the table as she is crawling away:
"Why would I ask you if I can just make things happen? What else are people supposed to do under the desks?"
Cassandra, who has been studying in the library as well, gasps and jumps onto her feet, ready to scold the child for her antiques, as a responsible Head Girl Cassandra is. After all, she has just earned their House those 20 points today!
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"Mrs. Devlin, h-hello, sorry to bother you, you probably don't even know me, I'm Fred... I've overheard from M a reliable source that you produce some... Salves... For ni tender sore spots? I've had a cupboard encounter recently that left me with some, uh, battle scars that need special attention."
Fred makes no eye contact while talking mumbling this to you, his ears as red as the unseen and unspoken tender areas under his shirt.
Theo listens to Fred patiently, wondering why in Merlin's name he was so nervous.
"Ohhhh, Fred..."
She nods sympathetically, to encourage him to continue.
Then her brow raises. Salves? Hm. The only salves she had made lately was one for Montrose's poorly protected pecks....and then she freezes when she hears Fred say 'cupboard.' She blushes right in return.
"Oh, Fred."
This time, her statement is said very knowingly.
Obviously, Halloween approaching did NOT mean Theo was safe from unforeseen jump scares before then, including meeting a very unexpected close acquaintance.
But Theo always did pride herself on playing well with others.
She tries to clear her throat, "Erm...I'm sadly out of salves for the moment. Oddly enough, they've been in high demand. Or maybe it isn't odd? I'm not even sure anymore." Her words trail off as unwelcome mental images start flooding her brain of what in Merlin's name was happening to everyone's 'tender areas'.
Such grabby, grabby paws.
"Anyway" She clears her throat again, "...I'll try and whip up some more for you next time I'm in potions! In the meantime, perhaps wear more layers if you plan on getting back in that broom cupboard? I know that's usually the OPPOSITE goal of broom cupboards...but ..I mean.....y-you know what I mean!!!!" Theo is aware she is rambling like a crazy person to keep herself from a fit of laughter she may never recover from.
She trains her face back to concern, and drops her voice to a whisper, "...And um....well, nifflers can be very proud creatures sometimes, you know? Not saying I know there's a niffler involved. BUT. If there was....perhaps if you tried to call him little lord in the broom cupboard..? Not that I know much about that. Educated guess, of course."
At this point, Theo accepts there is no point in trying to save face any longer. Just nips.
[Fred is only a liiittle bit paranoid before Halloween... Asani is unusually cruel to him this time of year.]
The broom cupboard smells really nice today, don't you think?
I think the better question is how did we both manage to find each other in the same broom closet?
A weak voice from the back awkwardly adds:
"Um... There are three of us, actually..."
The broom cupboard smells really nice today, don't you think?
I think the better question is how did we both manage to find each other in the same broom closet?
A weak voice from the back awkwardly adds:
"Um... There are three of us, actually..."
How does one attract lads and ladies, Ominis?
I've been trying for weeks to send somebody I like poetry, but they have never returned my owls. Do you think a more direct approach would work? And in that case, let's say I get them alone in a room with me (and I know they, er, get around). How do I make my intentions known?
Fred
Fred,
Poetry will not work for all. It is unfortunate, but the truth. In these cases, we must employ a different tactic.
Flowers are a classic, and they need not be fancy or grand. A few, picked yourself, and given as a favor with a smile and a well-thought phrase.
A request for a meal shared together can easily tell you everything you need to know. A refusal tells you they have no interest, and are therefore not worth more time. An acceptance, however, is an opening for a meaningful conversation.
When you do get them alone, be honest. Do not dance around the subject. Tell them how you are feeling, and ask them if they feel the same-- or if they ever could. Timing is just as important as honesty.
Bonne chance, mon ami.
Ominis
Hi! I have a question... Where can I get my hands on some glitter??? That show you set up the other day was amazing and I've been contemplating doing something similar for one of the girls' that keeps making fun of my hair for being too fluffy. But I have no idea where I can get something glittery and sticky 😩 Maybe some alternatives would do as well... I need something she can't get out of her hair for a while! And I know it's not nice but you also haven't heard the vile things she said about me behind my back :( my revenge will be swift! (And fun)
Take care! Your hair is also amazing by the way!
A random 5th year with fluffy hair
hello there sweetheart,
i fully am behind this plan. so much in fact, that i have done all the hard work for you. and don't worry..... she will be walking around with this potion in her hair for weeks because-- and trust me on this-- no spell or anything can get rid of it.
i do hope you enjoy this. i know i will once it's on and i get to see our chaos in full force.
much love,
gw
[ included is a large bottle that looks like clear glue full of colour-changing glitter ]