Dresden Academy

Who: Adelaide Legaux and Alistair Burke
What: Someone failed at being bad undercover and was caught by another someone
Where: A bush in the gardens between Clemons House and the University Dorms
When: Late night, Saturday 19th November
Rating: Likely PG (unless you're seriously offended by underage drinking, then... get a life)



Two wins in two weeks by the previously ailing Clemons Quodpot Team had Adelaide in an extraordinarily good mood. It wasn't just House Pride at stake-- as assistant coach, she took it as a personal insult when the team failed to perform to her expectations. For two wins in a row, well, everyone had to be rewarded.

After a raucous and almost violent team celebration in the locker rooms the team and supporters adjourned to the Clemons Common Room where little supervision was ever exercised, and smuggled contraband could pass freely. This of course, would prove to be the cause of many a headache and walks of shame the morning after, and on the St George's Way trip on Sunday The Test Lab would surely do a roaring trade in half-cocked hangover cures.

The Clemons faithful partied late into the night, pausing only briefly to try and look innocent when Professor West popped his head in at curfew and pretended to have absolutely no idea what his students were quite obviously doing. When the bottles ran dry and Dean started to look as though he was going to rip somebody's head off (he was always the first to get out of hand) the party disbanded, and everyone slunk back to their respective rooms.

Which was easy enough for the upperclassmen. Adelaide had to navigate her way back to the university dorms, which became a very dangerous and complex task after a few too many firewhiskey shots. The path had most definitely become far more labyrinthine and treacherous than in daylight hours, and she was certain that those steep, jagged cliffs she had just braved had been stairs only hours earlier. It was with great surprise then that she showed up to her dorm to find that it had somehow been transformed into a small hedge. She fell over it with a short yelp, landing rather uncomfortably in a flowering shrub. Utterly defeated, she let out a pathetic little whimper and pulled the hood of her jacket up over her head to sleep right there.

Who: Rhys, Alistair and anyone who might want to spectate.
What: FIGHT!
Where: Dresden Academy grounds near the guards cottage.
When: 8-9AM, Tuesday 20th of September
Rating: SFW - might be some language though.

Rhys had pulled night shift for the month of September. He didn't much like it. It was, predictably, quieter than the other shifts and the hours always seemed to drag. That wasn't the worst of it though, the truly unbearable part was the fact that night time cases always fell into the same few categories - young love, underage drinking, and the antics inspired by it. Just once he would like to bust someone for trying to brew a controlled potion under the cover of darkness or uncover a gathering of students practicing the dark arts. Not that he wished for the students to be involved in such things, but he was a trained Auror after all, and shooing horny/drunk/high teenagers back to their beds had quickly lost its appeal.

Tonight had been another in a string of entirely uneventful ones, and Rhys had spent it counting down the hours until he could return to the abode he shared with his fellow guards. When this time finally came it seemed to lack the usual feeling of relief. Rhys held onto the lethargy that came from boredom and the general feeling of discontent. After informing his replacement - George - of the fuck-all that had happened over night, Rhys headed for the guards' cottage. It was a crisp morning and he tried to pay little heed to anyone else who might be outside sharing it with him as he shuffled along. He just wanted to get home, and as he crossed the threshold of the cottage door he emitted a little sigh.

He'd had it in mind that a shower might refresh him - there were some things he still wanted to do before retiring for the day, but he'd need to find the energy to do them. Rhys began the process of shedding his clothing on the way to the bathroom - he draped his jacket over the back of the couch and held onto his removed shirt. He managed to make it to the bathroom without stripping further, but now that he was there, Rhys concentrated on removing his socks. That was, until, he noticed a shape in the shower. He jumped at first, before realising it was a cauldron. Due to issues with the fireplace, it had been 'decided' that they would use the bathroom to brew potions - it was contained and the ventilation could be improved with a simple spell or two. Rhys was yet to take advantage of this marvel of a place to brew potions, and was really rather unhappy about it at present. So much so that he pulled out his wand and began to levitate the cauldron. He made sure to slam open as many doors as he could on his way out of the cottage. He moved the cauldron outside near the window of his fellow guard and housemate, and had it spew out its contents before letting it crash to the ground. How well ventilated it was out here! Right. Now it was time for that shower.

Who: Adelaide Legaux and Alistair Burke
When: Thursday night, after curfew
Where: The lawn
What: Alistair's bad student radar is pinged. Addy is unimpressed.
Rating: ?

Adelaide couldn't wait for the last day of school, and not just because it meant summer was upon them. That bitch she had to share a suite with in the University dorms was graduating-- for good-- this time, and she'd never have to try and sleep through one of her loud Ke$ha soundtracked room parties ever again.

Unfortunately, she seemed to be celebrating the upcoming finals with a sleepover every night, with increasingly louder and more obnoxious guests. Addy just couldn't take it anymore, so she threw on a jacket and stalked outside of the dorms to go lie in the grass and watch the sky. Outside, at least, was quiet. Thanks to the curfew imposed on everyone until University, the odds of running into another student were blessedly slim. No one would bother her.

She could just spread out and relax, perfectly alone.

Cinna Thompson had almost single handedly pulled the prom together. The ballroom was decorated with festoons of floating flowers. Stars hung from the ceiling, each set to sparkle as if they were properly in the sky. The outskirts of the room were set with small round tables that could accommodate one or two couples. A table of refreshments was guarded at all times by Seamus Morgendorfer and a rotating cast of other faculty who volunteered to chaperon for the evening.

A glittery ballot box stood next to the entrance where students were set to write down their chosen prom king and queen and drop their tickets into the box. Students began to stream in after dinner to quiet music playing over the speakers. The band, a local group called Vampira was scheduled to begin playing around 7:30.

Needless to say it was going to be an excellent evening.


( OOC Bits )

Who: Rhys and Alistair
When: Monday
Where: Dresden Academy/St George's Way
What: A search for alcohol
Rating: SFW

This day was always a challenge for Rhys. For most Wizardfolk in the UK the day started with memorials and ended with celebrations. He and his family attended both, with their own private gathering during the day. Some years the memorial was hard and the celebration easy, whilst other years it was the opposite. He did tend to find it easier to celebrate his sister’s bravery and sacrifice, and the path she had given him in life.. but there was that part he’d tried to lock away - the guilt he had felt when he found out she had perished. It was something he had never properly dealt with, and that had an effect on the way he mourned. Not that acknowledging those feelings would change anything or even make it easier.. but it was a burden, and one that was obviously particularly heavy on this day.

He and Alistair had arrived at the academy the night before. Rhys had only unpacked the bare minimum before crashing, but he awoke relatively early and pottered about - putting bits and pieces away until it was around the time he had set to contact his parents. Rhys asked them about the memorial, shared some stories, and updated them on how things were going in the states. He and Alistair had spent some time in Washington DC getting the bureaucratic side of things out of the way before heading to Burnham City. Here they had stocked up on supplies and looked around prior to their placement at the academy. It was still early when he finished speaking with his parents, but not so early that he couldn’t make a bit more noise, so Rhys busied himself with getting all of his personal items put away. He would move on to the more communal stuff after. It sort if worked as a distraction - it didn’t really stop him from thinking, but it did keep him busy. A part of him did wish that they had organised everything with today in mind, but he knew that it would have been silly and impractical to delay things. But he still wished.

Rhys tried to avoid Alastair throughout the morning. He felt that he should seem particularly happy today, but being there just didn’t seem right. Unfortunately it was only early afternoon when Rhys finished unpacking. He plonked himself on one of the couches and worked at being cheerier. Fuck it, he thought in the end. “I’m going to the pub.” He said it loudly enough so that Alistair would hear. He was free to follow.. although as soon as he stepped out of the house Rhys realised that he had no clue where the pub was. “Any ideas?” he asked - not even turning to see if Alistair had followed.