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[ccarchived3]

LOCATION: GREAT HALL / CAFETERIA

STATUS: OPEN TO ANYONE

The past few weeks felt like a blur and at the same time, Colin felt like he had been dragging his feet through mud. There was a constant sense of loneliness that weighed over him but as the months neared the holidays, there was a light at the end of the tunnel that Colin could catch in his peripherals.

He was getting to see his family. His Mum and Dennis. The latter, a core reason why this semester had been so difficult, was home, recovering from a Muggle sickness. And the light was that Dennis was getting better and that Colin would be able to see his younger brother for the holidays.

As the holidays neared, Colin sat in the Great Hall of Aurelius. It was quieter today, with some people already gone for the holidays while others were too busy preparing and packing to go home.

It was clear that Colin was in a better mood than he had been in months, simply from how he looked. slightly oversized maroon Christmas sweater - which was a difficult find considering his lankiness - slightly flushed cheeks and freshly washed and dried hair that hadn’t been styled yet. Today, and for the first time in months, Colin Creevey looked a few years younger.

On the cafeteria table, he had a steaming cup of apple cider in a mug resting on the top. And what Colin was doing at that very moment was writing the very Christmas cards for his loved ones back home. He was so focused, he didn’t notice anyone that was approaching him.

[amortentva]

open, for anyone. location, aurelius library.

"i'm hoping my father's first act as minister is to abolish that silly little elf group," muses mori from her sitting spot atop the desk when she spots the pin adorned with the name 's.p.e.w' nearby, maybe a smidgen too loud for the library, her feet kicking back and forth. "i can't imagine my life without droak, he's such a fun little guy – wouldn't leave us even if he could." he hasn't won the race yet, but she's confident in his plan and in their family elf's loyalty to the gaunts.

[mischicfmxnxged]

who; open where; the library

Rolling her eyes, Freya dropped the newspaper onto the library table in front of her and shook her head. “Another dreadful lineup of Minister candidates, of course. At least according to what I’ve read so far about them all in the newspapers.” It was also so typical that not a single one of the candidates was a witch. It was about time to have a woman in charge — maybe then things wouldn’t be such a mess in the Ministry. “Maybe I should have told Mum to try and run,” she said sardonically, laughing at the very idea.

[mischicfmxnxged]

who; open where; the great hall

“Let me guess, you want to know if any of the new candidates would have handled my mother’s disappearance better? I’ll tell you what I told the last three people who asked — hell if I know.” Ivy didn’t even bother looking up from the parchment she was writing on, her legs crossed underneath the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall. It was during a break and she was trying to get ahead on her next essay, so she was really not in the mood to have this conversation again. “Now, do you have another conversation topic in mind or should I just go back to my homework?”

[amortentva]

open, for anyone. location, the transfiguration courtyard.

"i hardly know the man, how am i supposed to convince you to vote for him?" pansy sneers from where she's seated on the balcony overlooking the portion of the black lake that runs through the school grounds, barely looking up from the textbook in her lap as she regarded them. just because aster's father, her soon to be step father, was running for minister of magic, doesn't automatically sign her up to be one of his campaign staff. "rub your two braincells together and make your own decisions for merlin's sake."

[amortentva]

open, for anyone. location, near the whomping willow.

"come to witness mine and lestrange's duel?" willow wonders aloud at the sound of nearing footsteps, not much worry that it's some professor or auror on patrol, since they're absolutely certain they'll be able to play it off as some sort of jest. there's no staff presence in the aurelius group chat, so there's not much of a chance that they'll be aware of the duel to take place out of lottie's decision to pick a fight with them. "you won't be here long, if so. i have a feeling there's not much more to her brain than the billywigs flying around in there."

[mischicfmxnxged]

where; winter lights festival - the three broomsticks who; open starter

ivy couldn't bring herself to feel all that excited about the winter lights festival. after all, she had to spend most of it rubbing between the three broomsticks and the booth that they had near the center of the festival, ensuring that everything was running smoothly and customers were satisfied. maybe she could take a break if her sister would bother to show up and help, but ivy had seen no sign of her so far, so she wasn't holding her breath. seeing someone approach the booth she was standing behind out of the corner of her eye, she looked up. "well hey there, what can I get for you?"

[vcritaservm]

setting,  winter  lights  festival,  near  the  divination  booth.   open,  for  anyone  in  aurelius !  ♡

“ i  wouldn’t  waste  my  time  getting  a  reading,  if  i  were  you, ”  lisa  scoffs  as  she  notices  the  other  making  their  way  towards  the  direction  she  just  came,  having  just  finished  her  own  reading  and  feeling  quite  upset  at  the  outcome.  “ honestly,  they’re  not  even  seers!  you  think  you’re  just  going  to  get  a  fun  little  reading,  and  they  go  off  and  give  you  some  ominous  rubbish  they  pulled  out  of  their  arse.  proper  seers  don’t  just  give  prophesies  at  random,  do  they?   ‘prepare  yourself  for  disappointment,  you  aren’t  being  true  to  yourself,  you  need  to  learn  to  honor  your  feelings.’ ”   she  mocks  the  reading  she’d  received  in  an  exaggerated  voice,  before  she’s  huffing  with  a  shake  of  her  head.   “ absolutely  ridiculous.  a  bunch  of  bollocks,  is  all  it  is. ”