2019-11-15 - One Time At Hogwarts!

Erin is wearing the cutest clothes. It's a pleated skirt, a sweater and a scarf all in the colors of Gryffindor. Her hair is pulled back in a lopsided ponytail and she's got her magic wand in her hand. It's an 11" spiral with a feather from a white peacock as its core. Of course she's got a sometimes smart mouth on her. "Students," she echoes the voice. "Please meet in the hall to be moved. Are they moving the students or the hall?" Welcome to who Erin was in High School. Obviously her clothing is super expensive.

Love almost falls off her bed, curtained in red and yellow, mutters something about it being too early, and flips her hair out of her eyes. She tries to get it under control, fails miserably, and starts again, fingers through, then she twists it up, and slides pins into her hair. She swears a pleated skirt, a little short, really, with a lot of tattoos showing down her thighs and knees, striped knee socks, a pair of burgundy mary jane heels, and a v-neck sweater with the Gryffindor crest embroidered at the left breast. Her wand is nowhere to be seen, but that doesn't mean it's not up a sleeve or something. It's hard to hide a 14 inch flexible wand with a phoenix feather, but Love is nothing if not resourceful. And probably dating a Slytherin. "This is what happens when you enjoy half of a chocolate cake before sex." She squints. "Bed. Before bed." The grey-eyed woman finishes pinning up her hair into an upsweep and glances down at herself. "Not my colors." Still, when in a Dream. "Does anyone have a chocolate frog? I'm dying over here."

"You're ot a professor, prima." Julia rolls her eyes, in a uniform identical to Erin's save for the accent colors being green and silver. Also, a bit more worn, with her cuffs defiantly rolled up. Arms folded in front of her, her own wand is resting firmly in her fingers, a foot long with a dragon's heartsting embedded in ash. But she too is herding younger students to the main hall. As she moves, she happens to glance down at herself, and at her tie. "Really?" she says in dismay, and then, "Wait. I sound British. Why do I sound British?" A look across the way at Erin. "Why do you sound British?!"

Diana is wearing ...cute 'enough' clothes. Her pleated skirt and sweater are Ravenclaw, though, and she's misplaced her scarf, or just decided not to wear one in her rush to get up and out of her dorm room. "Where are we being moved?" Her wand's also at the ready: like Erin's, it's an 11-incher, but it's neither spiral, nor featuring a peacock at its core. It looks like nothing so much as a gnarled branch, knotted and old-- Elm, maybe? ...with a unicorn hair core. "We sound British because we're British," she helpfully supplies for Julia, and then adds, "Why are we being moved? And to where? Is something going on?" To be honest, she looks excited about it, rather than terrified.

That banging has Ciprian shaking his head quickly, as though to clear it, and he casts a brief look down at himself. The blue and bronze tie catches his eyes first, and the wand in his hand second. His eyes widen, and he looks up and around at the others, then at himself again. "Well," he murmurs, "I guess this was inevitable." The dream? Or his House? Perhaps both, and he doesn't clarify, just starts to do what was commanded -- that is, get out of here and help everyone else do the same.

Erin snickers in Love's direction. "I think you mean bad before bed." "There's some chocolate frogs in the basket over there," she points them out. "Last weekend was Hogsmeade. Remember, you drank all that butter beer?" Okay, so maybe not but Erin is living her perfect life right now. A grin to her cousin. "Hey I've got this don't ask don't tell policy. I figure I'm wearing the wrong colors for a reason. Maybe we short-circuited the sorting hat or something." She hadn't realized she sounded British and she laughs with delight. "You look really nice Ciprian. The colors suit you."

Grant is half awake with his hair standing up on one side of his head. Birch and dark walnut strip not unlike a Seamus wand to look like it's wrapped in caution striped and likely for good reason. The red and gold robes hang on his lean frame as he comes bolting down teh hall, "yes Yes YES!" And then his eyes get big as he slides past his mark towards the stairs, "no no no! Arresto momentum!" And he skids to a halt, but... is now froze in place." He blinks and looks to the others. IOh to be a Gryffendor and think first and worry about the rest later. After a moment it does wear off and he stumbles to a stop.

Love clears her throat and looks to Erin. She grins at that comment. "Yeah, well. When in the castle..." She must be an American exchange student at this Hoggie party, because she does not sound British. She sounds like she's from some amalgam of Hawaii and California, with the occasional southernism thrown in, which can be really confusing. "Ooh, butter beer. Yes, please." This is all muttered to herself as she putters around before snagging a candy packet and heading through the nearest door, because why not get the show on the road? She rips open the foil and snatches at the frog, its little animated body doing what it does and taking a leap! She snatches it in the air and shoves it into her mouth. "Augh." It wriggles a little. That's so wrong. Still, chocolate is chocolate. RIP froggie.

Julia turns to look around at Grant. "Ohmygod!" she laughs, unable to resist, sticking out her wand arm and swirling the pointy business in Grant's direction. "Mobulus!" she encants, curious to see if it actually works.

The banging wakes Nicole with a start and a gasp for breath. She seems to have fallen asleep in her clothes again, pleated skirt, like the others, white collared shirt with a blue and bronze tie and a cozy cardigan sweater. "Wh-what's that? Moving?" She scrambles out of bed and reaches to gather her wand. it's about a foot in length and ornately carved, it's wood bearing a pinkish hue. She runs out, a bit slower than the others, meeting up with them in the hallway.

Diana puts her hands on her hips, stopping mid-stride as she spots Grant's near-fall, like she sees it more as rule-breaking than potentially bone-breaking. She frowns and swishes her hair as she looks anywhere but at the Gryffindor. SOMEone hasn't caught on this is a Dream yet. Her eyes widen at some of what she's hearing from her fellow students, and she has yet to get moving again. Still, that gives her leave to spot Nicole just now emerging, and she hisses, "Hurry! We're being moved!" Her tone's so imperious, and she's definitely sounding British. She moves to Nicole's side though, running along with her. Ravenclaw have to stick together!

Grant looks up to Julia, fingers pushing dark pink hair back, "Cheers." Deep breath and a glance to the stairs, "Well that was almost very short lived excitement." Looking back to Nicole and Diana he waves, "Oh. hey, you're joinin g us cool." Looking to Love and Cip he asks confused, "Wher are we moving? Whyyyy are we moving?"

Erin's comment has Ciprian looking that way, and despite whatever it is that's going on right now, he has to let out a little laugh. It's more incredulous than amused, but when in Rome. Or Hogwarts, whatever. Either way, he's going to play along. "Thanks," he says. "You, too. Gryffindor, huh? I can see that." He gets a little bit more serious then, though, when they get into the hall, straightening his tie and adjusting the sweater vest he's also wearing. His wand comes up, stick-straight -- haha -- and made of some dark wood, and he looks around as they move down the hall, at the ready for whatever it is that's coming.

"Come on, then." Julia says, flashing a brief grin to Grant in acknowledgement before sliding over to Erin. See? Griffs and Slyths can be buddies! She starts heading along with her, noting, "How much you wanna bet it's Dementors?"

Looking wide-eyed at the urgency Diana speaks with, Nicole follows along with her, because of course she knows her. They are in the same house after all! "But why?" Nicole asks, pausing. "Hey, I like my voice. I should talk more. I am a sucker for people... like me.. who talk like this." She seems confused but only for a moment before she spots Grant's pink hair and wave. "Hey Grant!" Hearing the call of the closing of the doors, she grabs for Diana's hand and says, "run! I don't want troll bogeys on my wand again!" What? Whatever, it's her dream, right? But they aren't fast enough and the doors slam shut. Spinning on her heels to look to the others, she asks, "what do we do now?"

"Gryffindor. I'm not sure why, but I'm definitely not asking about it. Besides, I'm not sure how green looks on me." Erin tells Ciprian. She remains nearby him and Julia, glancing back to make sure everyone else was coming and that Love made it. "The great hall it is!" Walking that way, she keeps her steps pretty even with the others as the doors begin closing. The doors have been closed before, she doesn't realize it's an all or nothing kind of thing. She may not make it in time, depending on those around her and how fast they walk as well. The doors close before she gets there. She snaps her fingers. "Looks like it's just us without the teachers."

It's no surprise to Love that she's with the stragglers. She makes her way along the corridor with that ragtag group of sundry house members, and glances this way and that. As sometimes you are in dreams, she's not... quite sure where they are. Americans. "Erm..." She glances back at the others, just finishing off her chocolate frog.

Erin's got the right of it it seems, so she follows her. Those doors close before they can reach them, though, and it brings her up short. "Well. That's..." Of course it's them without the teachers. "Not good." She looks over at Ciprian. He's the tallest, potentially the best body shield. Always know where your bulwarks are.

Grant rides that damn banister down and hops off with a slow plod, "Well why would they send students after Dementors and why would they be at school?" Simple Grant logic is simple. Welcome to Bax-Land. The wand comes up and whips in a couple circles more like he hangs out with a drummer and less like a wizard. "Heck yeaaaaaah! Let's rumble"

Diana puts on one last burst of speed, putting her all into it-- and kinda thunking up against the closed door. "Aww, heck," she says, looking pretty terrified. She backs up a step and tries, "Alohomora!" at the doors, because why not? When that fails, she begins pounding on them with her fists. "We're stuck out here! Open the doors back up this instant!" She stomps a foot, then looks over toward Erin, frowning at the 'without the teachers' bit. Apparently Dream-Hogwarts-Student-Her is a biiiiit of a stickler for the rules. She pounds on the door again. It'll TOTALLY work, guys. Except, of course it doesn't, and she frowns, leaning back against the doors. "Great," she mutters.

Ciprian sees the doors closing, and he picks up the pace, but it's no use -- they're stuck out here. There's a little flash across his face of semi-panic as he whirls around with his back to the doors now, but it's too late to do anything else about it. "It's really not," he agrees after Erin's words, looking over at her just as she sizes him up for potential cover. Maybe he was trying to do the same thing! Unfortunately she probably wouldn't make him a very good shield.

Just kidding, Erin.

Instead of trying to hide behind a person who's many inches shorter than him, his eyes find Grant just as he spins his wand, and despite the seriousness of the situation, he does look momentarily impressed.

"We need to fight smart, not hard." Julia already has her wand out, and a glint in her eye that suggests part of her is enjoying this. "If the hall is used as a giant panic room, you can bet a simple alohomora spell won't get it open. The professors are probably in there. The problem," said in a partial growl, "Is that we don't know what's coming."

Well, Erin has her wand and she tries to remember all the spells she'd learned. Of course avada kedavra wasn't really wise. A killing curse and all that. She looks over at Ciprian as he considers her and she laughs outright. Hey. She's pretty tall. "Maybe we can get Nearly Headless Nick and Moaning Myrtle to help us out. I can do without the caretaker and his cat. I wish I had the map or invisibility cloak." She watches as the outside doors open. Her eyes widen. "Snipe." Like Snape. She's almost amused, but she's really.. confused. "Uh.."

Nicole watches Grant slide down the banister and covers her mouth. Now is not the time to laugh, Nicole! This is serious business! Listening to the others, she nods to Julia. "Yeah.. I bet they are being briefed..." She walks towards the door. "In there." She kicks it with her ballet slippered foot. Just as she does, the front doors open. Turning again, she looks towards the group walking their way. Tilting her head, Nicole squints her eyes at the walking pencil drawing come to life. "Um. Anyone have an eraser?" she asks in her completely natural British accent.

Grant skids to a halt and arches an eyebrow, "Uhhhh I can work on teh door or we can rumble rumble toil and trouble this situation. I-" He STARES at Julia and adjusts his robes and says with too much dignity, "Soem of us get excited about a ruckass okay? Don't judge." And the gurrds turn to dust and in walks ...doodles? His head goes to teh side with a grin, "Aaaaah these guys are cute! Ya know i can tighten up some line work for you if you need. Help you out there?"

The stick figures march in all purposeful directly into a group of the best students. The best, because that's the way Harry Potter works. The best are always out and separated to save the school. Lifting her wand, even if it wasn't needed, she uses it as she swooshes and flicks it and a blast of fire erases the two elf into oblivion! Hurriedly, she turns to make sure no one was hurt out of the group.

As Snipe brings his wand to the ready, the sole Slytherin takes advantage of the time her opposite takes to make his wand flourish. "Stupefy!" Julia's wand whips about with precision, and a bolt of energy slams into the tall, skinny man figure. But as he's struck, his flame spell spews forth and manages to graze against Julia's leg, prompting a surprised cry of pain. As she leans down toward her leg, Snipe falls backward, rendered unconscious from her spell.

Ciprian might have said something back to Erin -- in fact, he looks like he's starting to -- but then suddenly those strangely-rendered versions of the trademarked versions start toward them. "What the hell...?" He doesn't have time to say much else, though, before he's hit by a spell from Bumblebore. A pained cry escapes him as he doubles over for a moment, but he straightens up quickly and yells, "Accio candlestick!" pointing the wand at one of the elves. The candlestick in question flies through the air to smash into the elf's chest.

Holding her wand high in preparation, almost like a tribute to the Mighty Gods of Magic, Nicole stares down doodle-Bumblebore. She swishes and flicks her wrist towards it and calls forth the fire spell, shooting a ball of fire from the tip or the pink-hued wand towards the stick figure, watching it hit with a look of surprise and a glint of glee in her eye! Ten points for Ravenclaw!

Diana shrugs to Julia, saying with a tilt of her head, "It was worth trying, at least." But then there's the-- stick figures? And she just STARES as the others attack more quickly than her. Eventually, she blinks several times, pointing her wand at a nearby chair with a frown, and concentrating as it... slowly... very slowly... begins to float toward the second elf. No, hang on, it'll get there eventually. Only, about halfway there, it drops in place. Yep, good contribution, Diana!

Love raises her wand (after she slides it out of her top — what, no purses in Harry Potter land), and gives it a swish and flick! "Wingardium Leviosa!" She levitates a few slivers of broken stone (castles, you know? always in need of repair), and sends it flying in a swirling clatter directly at the drawing-figure-walking of Bumblebore! The shards fly right through its scratchy neckbeard. She winces at the accuracy of her spell, and gives that fourteen inch wand a little side-eye. The wood is a pale grey with a whitewash, not unlike the silvering of a sage leaf. "That... looks like it hurt."

Grant wips taht caution-striped wand around in his fingers and turns with some precision B-boy skillz yo a pretty damn solid, "Expellarimus!"Right through the gap to strike Bumblebore in teh gut letting the others hit him high and low. Turning on heel he rolls his wand in his finger like he's Doc Holliday and drops it in his wand pocket (not a euphamism) Fishing through his pockets he pulls out a small screwdriver and his pocket knife and sets to on the door to the great hall. Well an Alohamora didn't work, maybe a Leatherman will?