Cake Walk And Knut Toss
Author: Majandra
Date: 06-27-04 20:08
At the cake walk, Majandra flicks her wand to start the music and everyone dutifully begins walking clockwise from number to number. She raises her wand as if to stop the music, causing several participants to quit walking only for them each to be bumped by the person behind when the music continues. With a wry grin, Majandra does a mental count of three seconds then truly does stop the music.
Next she reaches into a bowl and pulls out a numbered chip. "The winner this round is number twelve! Come claim your prize of a three-layer chocolate and vanilla marble cake with both chocolate and vanilla icing."
A grinning second year Hufflepuff, Jim Raynor, comes rushing over. "I LOVE marble cake!" He turns to his friends, "Come on! Let's go get something to drink and eat some of this cake right now!"
As Jim and his friends walk away, Majandra calls out, "Another round for the cake walk starts in two minutes!"
While Majandra waits for people to claim a numbered square for the cake walk's next round, George is busy at the Knut Pitch with Seamus Finnegan taking a turn. Seamus takes his first pitch, pulling a face when the knut lands squarely in a non-prize square. The Gryffindor focuses on the square where he wants his next attempt to land then gently tosses the coin. It lands with one edge touching the square Seamus was aiming for but is still in a non-prize square.
"Nearly there, Seamus. Third time's the charm."
Focusing again, Seamus moves a little to the left then tosses. This time the knut lands right where he wanted it. He grins as George slaps him on the arm, "What I tell you? Let me get your pize."
"What do I get?"
"A Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes certificate of course. Here it is and here's a copy of our catalogue. When you've picked something out, just owl in the order form in the catalogue along with the certificate."
Seamus thanks George and takes a couple of steps away from the booth trying to decide where to go next. George smiles down at the small girl who'd been in line behind Seamus. "Here are your three knuts. The white squares win a prize, the black ones don't. You're what? A first or second year?"
She nods, "Yes, sir. Cordelia Quincy. First year Hufflepuff."
Seamus, hearing George addressed as sir, start laughing so hard he gets choked up. George waggles a finger at Seamus, "Be careful there, Finnegan, or your order may just get screwed up." He winks at Cordelia to let her know he's kidding, then moves a little to the side so she can take her turn tossing knuts.
Too Tired for Gnome Chasing
Author: Nathan Xavier
Date: 06-28-04 02:19
Nathan lay back on the grass and sighed, his hand patting his tummy which felt like it was going to burst. He and Peter had spent the last 20 minutes scarfing down a butternut cake that Pete had won on the cakewalk. It had been particularly delicious and combined with the cookies, candies, berries and the tune-a-fish sandwiches they had devoured during the day, neither of the boys could find the energy to move, not even when the gnome practically tripped over them as it ran towards the Forbidden Forest.
"Where do you s'pose he's going?" Peter asked from his spot beneath the tree.
Nathan shrugged then sniffled, wiping his nose with his sleeve in boyish fashion. "Dunno, prolly up to no good, I'll bet."
"Yeah, he did look rather panicked, didn't he?"
"Yeah... think we should chase him?"
Peter laughed. "I couldn't catch a snail right now, Nate. Think we should tell someone about him?"
"Nah." Nathan replied, closing his eyes. "Maybe after we've had a nap."
"Yeah." Peter smiled, closing his eyes as well as a soft breeze stirred up, making him feel even cozier. "He's prolly just on Hogwarts business anyway."
"Yeah, you're prolly right. Do you think they'll be serving a proper dinner tonight?"
"Dunno." Peter replied sleepily. "But if they do, I hope they'll have dumplings... I do so love dumplings."
But by that time, Nathan was already fast asleep and Peter quickly joined him.
Narcissa at the Surprise Wall
Author: Lucius Malfoy
Date: 06-28-04 07:38
Stunning in her ice blue dress dripping with diamonds, Narcissa Malfoy stands outs among the lowly Hogwarts students and staff though truth be told, Narcissa stands out in any crowd. At the moment, a smile cool as her dress is playing across her lips as she tries not to break into laughter at the poor (as in obviously from a family without two knuts to rub together), little Gryffindor who just got squirted in the face with a water gun at the surprise wall. Interesting Muggle device those water guns though Narcissa thinks they'd be much more amusing with something along the lines of onion juice in them.
A group of four students walks up next, two of whom Narcissa recognizes instantly while the other two are familier, faces she's seen in pictures but boys she's never actually met. "Hi, Mrs. Malfoy. Draco won't let us hang around the Catch a Snitch booth while he works," Vincent Crabbe tells her as if that explains why they are now here at her booth. "This is Declan Collins and Malcolm Braddock."
"Very nice to meet you, boys. I'm acquainted with each of your parents. Now, who's going to try the surprise wall?"
Gregory steps forward, chooses door #3 and pulls out a slip of parchment. "Oi! This is a good one. A gift certificate to Zonko's!"
Declan decides he wants to try for something as well. After Narcissa has made sure that door #3 has a new prize in it, Declan decides that's also the door he wants. He pulls it open and whoosh pineapple cream pie in the face. Vincent steps up next and yanks open door 5, ducking just in case something comes flying out. When nothing does, he stands back up to reach into the compartment only to be shot in the face full force with a water gun.
Malcolm debates whether to try a door after two of his friends got booby prizes but finally he walks up to the wall and opens door #2. A wide grin spreads across his face as he reaches in and pulls out parchment. He reads aloud what's printed there. "You have won a made to order quilt by Majandra Fine." He grins again. "Excellent. Me Gram's birthday is coming up. She loves quilts."
The four boys bid Mrs. Malfoy goodbye, deciding to go to one of the booths next to this one, the Painted Desert and Wax Impressions booth, Vincent wondering aloud if they'll let him make a was imperssion of his lips.
Horseshoe Toss
Author: Lucius Malfoy
Date: 06-28-04 08:30
Working in the booth next to Narcissa, at the end of the row, Lucius could also hear the Dating Game as it took place. He applauded enthusiastically when the Dewhurst girl chose that fine, young man Theodore Nott as her date. What a bloody boring time she'd have had with that rotter Potter. Sniveling git.
The horseshoe toss got extremely busy for awhile, keeping Lucius from having time to think dark thoughts about Harry Potter. One girl stands out from the others lined up. Dark. Brooding. And from what Lucius has seen during the Quidditch games he's attended the past year and a half, Mary Black, all of twelve or possibly thirteen by now, is a major force to be reckoned with.
When her turn comes, Mary looks as though she's debating whether to actually toss the horseshoe or to levitate it. A boy with her tries to help with the decision. "You're really good at levitation, Mary. Do that."
As she swivels to address him, her hand with the horseshoe also swings around, her fingers letting go of the horsehoe and curling up as if going to punch him. She waves that fisted hand in his face as she coldly informs him, "If I wanted your advice, Crispin, I'll ask for it. Shut up or you'll be what gets tossed."
When she turns back, her eyes scanning for the horseshoe she dropped, Lucius steps close, takes one of Mary's hands and drops a heavy coin purse in it. "No need to try again. You got a ringer on your first try."
Mary, Crispin, and everyone else in the line turns to gape at the horseshoe Mary had let fly when turning to threaten Crispin. It now lies snugly against the post at the other end of the booth. Delighted that such a deserving person, a Slytherin and an excellent one at that, received the prize he himself donate, Lucius claps his hands together, rubbing them. "Whose next?"
Social Engagement
Author: Severus Snape
Date: 06-28-04 09:21
After suffering through two miserable hours of sitting and swimming in the dunk tank, Severus had returned to his quarters to dry himself and dress himself for the Knights Walpurgis ball. Why the Death Eaters had all received invitations when the two organizations appeared to be social rivals, Snape didn't know. But at any rate, Snape now had the opportunity to observe the secret society and its members, to learn their identities and to pass this information on to the Order of the Phoenix.
Dressed in his finest black robes, Snape ran a comb through his hair one time before leaving his rooms. He walked through the corridors of the dungeons, climbed the stairs and paused in the entrance hall to listen to the jubilant chatter from the Great Hall. No sight or sound of terror, Snape thought to himself, remembering Bellatrix's presence in the castle. That's a good sign.
He turned and walked out of the castle, into the cold evening, and made the journey down the snowy slope to the gates of Hogsmeade, where he disapparated.
Walking Around
Author: Briar Rose
Date: 06-28-04 10:11
Briar, with Grace propped against one shoulder, and both of them with their faces painted courtesy of Natalie McDonald's excellent "sales" pitch, strolls from booth to booth, having fun watching as both young people and adults try their hands as the various games. Grace has been wide eyed the entire time, lapping up the attention from the many girls who've stopped to beg to hold her. In fact, having several eager offers of watching Grace while Briar ran the first shift of the cake walk made everything so much easier. As they pass the archery booth, someone taps Briar's arm.
"Take a turn at archery, Miss Rose? I'll hold that baby for you. Please? Oh, I'm Orla. Orla Quirke. I come to the bakery every Hogsmeade weekend but with so many of us students to remember, I wouldn't expect you to know my name."
"Very good to officially meet you, Orla. And please, call me Briar. Everyone does. I'd actually love to try my hand at the archery. You're sure you don't mind holding Grace?"
Orla shakes her head no, and holds out her arms to take the baby. She then nods in the direction of a quiver of arrows. "You get five arrows per turn. If you get a bull's eye you win a grand prize. If you don't, the prize you get depends on how many arrows hit the target."
Briar picks out a bow and a lane from which to shoot. She nocks the arrow on the bow, takes aim and lets it fly. All five arrows hit the target but none are a bull's eye. Orla grins, "Good shooting. You get your pick of the large stuffed animals."
Briar picks out an elephant with a trunk that waves and emits trumpeting sounds because it has been making Grace gurgle with glee ever since they came near the archery booth. She starts to take the baby from Orla then pauses. "Is it all right if I take another turn?"
"Yes ma'am. If there were anyone waiting a turn, you'd have to go to the end of the line but there's one lane open and no one waiting yet."
Briar nods in thanks and with new quiver in hand, moves to the empty lane. This time, the first arrow flies straight to where she wants it to go. The dead center of the target. "Excellent shot! Let's see, what's the next grand prize on the list. Oh, this is a really good one. Take this certificate and turn it on at Ellspeth's Herbals Etc for a floor sized sunflower lamp."
Briar gives a little clap. "Yay! I love those lamps!"
Briar tucks the certificate in a safe place, retrieves Grace, and then with the stuffed elephant in tow, Briar thanks Orla and moves on, heading across the way to the dunk tank and pie toss.
Third Shift
Author: Harry Potter
Date: 06-28-04 12:42
After having great fun at the various booths, winning a number of prizes, laughing uproariously when Neville dunked Snape three times during the first shift, taking part in one portion of the dating game during second shift then playing more games and stuffing his face at the food booths, Harry makes his way to the dunk tank for third shift. He deposits his prizes in a secure spot behind the booth then climbs in. In the spirit of good fun, he starts razzing the people around the booth.
"Don't bother taking a turn, Luna. You couldn't hit the side of the castle even kept moving directly in your path."
"Hey, Ginny, good thing you're a girl because you throw like one!"
"Goyle, you couldn't hit the target even using something as big as Crabbe to throw."
Meeting Kairi and the Others
Author: Sora
Date: 06-28-04 16:59
As Kairi held onto Sora's arm, he looked back at the other boys with a confused expression. The others shared the look. He tried to pull his arm out of Kairi's grasp, but he just couldn't get her off! It was as if she was made of glue!! "Kairi, what's the deal?" Sora asked as he saw the smiling faces of Roane and Tranquillina. Kairi just smiled and put her head on Sora's shoulder, who now felt a little nervous and at the same time confused.
"Oh Sora, what ever do you mean?" she asked in a soothing voice. Sora's eyes grew wide. "Whoa now...!!" he started to say, but Kairi only put a finger over his mouth. "I have an idea. Let's go on some rides," she said as she leaned on his chest, which made him very nervous! "S-Sure!" Sora stuttered. Kairi pulled Sora to the rest of the gang and suggested the same thing. "Sounds like a good idea, Kairi!" said Tranquillina. Kairi smiled. "I know! I'm gonna go on ahead with Sora. We'll see you later!"
Sora began to turn a shade of red as Kairi held onto his arm. What the heck is going on here...?!
Re: Meeting Kairi and the Others
Author: Riku
Date: 06-28-04 17:44
Riku watched as Kairi lead Sora away. She was acting all weird, like she had feelings for him or something. Riku glanced at Logan, who was also watching Sora and Kairi walk off.
"Alright," Riku said, crossing his arms and looking at Roane and Tranquillina, "I wanna know what's going on."
Knights in White Satin
Author: Bellatrix Lestrange
Date: 06-28-04 18:03
Bellatrix sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. This was a complete change for her and she wasn't ready for it. She also swore this was the last time she listened to Rodolphus.
"You look absolutely divine, my dear," he purred, fixing a heavy silver necklace around her neck which dripped with emeralds. "Never say the Lestrange family don't have enough money to play with."
Bellatrix picked up two heavy silver cuffs which matched the necklace and fixed one to each wrist. She absently flicked her black hair over her shoulder and admired herself. She had to admit she looked good – damn good. And the damn aging potion had finally worn off as well, although it had been a close call. Only an hour ago she looked like an old hag with a kitten shaped balloon.
Upon her arrival back at the hall, the house elf Mortifer had immediately adopted the balloon, rushing off to the lower floors to show off his prize to those below. Bellatrix hoped she never saw the bloody thing again. Her fingers had been itching to draw her wand in the hall at Hogwarts, to blast these sniveling, snotty children into the next world. What she'd done to the Longbottom's would be nothing compared to what she could have done to those children. She could see the blood, the carnage…death. Only Voldemort's instructions had stopped her.
"Ready to go then?" Rodolphus' question broke into her thoughts.
"I suppose," she replied. "Pass me my cloak then."
Rodolphus grinned and reached over, pulling from a box on the bed a stunning floor length velvet cloak lined with ermine. It matched her dress perfectly. She looked in the mirror again, growing to appreciate the dress more which fell from under her breasts straight to the floor. She looked rather…Egyptian, she decided. She secretly hoped the dress put Narcissa to shame in her English ice blue dress. Yes, she decided, Rodolphus was right.
White was the way to stand out in a crowd of dark individuals. She laughed.
Face Painting
Author: Bronwyn Dewhurst
Date: 06-28-04 18:53
Desdemona sat squirming on a stool, wrist firmly clasped in one of Bronwyn's hands. She desperately wished she had her wand but knew that even then she might not be free of her captor. Her only consolation was to tease Bronwyn about her future date with Theodore Nott, a subject which grew more and more tender at every waking moment.
"Enough already!" Bronwyn exclaimed, meaning to cease her friend of both words and fidgets.
Desi looked at Bronwyn defiantly, almost mimicking her maniacal sister Bianca in expression and composure.
"Don't make me put a spell on you, Desi," Bronwyn threatened, feeling old anger towards Desi's identical twin build up within her. "You're going to sit here and take it like a man...erm...young woman. So, stay still!"
For some reason, Desi complied with Bronwyn from then on. It wasn't until later that Bronwyn found out why. The pastel-colored bouquet of flowers Bronwyn had painted on Desi's cheek, complete with tiny pink floating hearts all around looked so cute, and so unlike anything Desi would ever agree to showcase on her own body. As soon as Bronwyn freed Desi from her companionship, Desi quickly hurried away and attempted to rub the awful image from her face... but to no avail.
The inks were spelled to last the entire day. Desi was stuck with the pastel flower bouquet until the stroke of midnight, which lucky for her was less than four hours away.
Snickering at her friend's misfortune, Bronwyn turned to the next person in line for face painting and said, "So, what would you like?"
