Dresden Academy

Who: Jesus Suarez, Simone Legaux, OPEN (to multiple characters)
When: Saturday of Parents' Weekend
Where: All over Dresden Campus (maybe St. George's Way)
What: Jesus and Simone wander around and throw some shade.
Rating: Serious trolling


So far, Jesus was really loving this parents' weekend thing. After the little feng shui makeover they performed on Adelaide's room, Jesus and Simone wandered the campus. Simone had been explaining little bits of the wizarding culture as they went, but Jesus couldn't help the wonder he felt at seeing it in person.

It also didn't stop him from judging the hell out of the students that Adelaide went to school with. He'd been fairly good on Friday, keeping most of his running commentary to himself, but by Saturday he was overflowing. He leaned into Simone as they gamboled across campus hand in hand. "My god, these kids need fashion magazines posted all around campus. Stat."

Who: Any students enrolled in the art elective.
What: Art class.. with some added mischief.
Where: The art classroom.
When: Afternoon, 21st of September.
Rating: Presumably SFW.

Having been forced, as Ryder saw it, to enroll in art class, the Clemons was determined to enjoy it in his own way. He had hoped that making all of his projects somehow resemble a dick and balls would entertain him for at least half the year. Ryder had envisioned paintings of strategically placed fruit in a bowl, photographs of oddly shaped trees, and even a quod-and-broom quodpot sculpture. In reality, however, he'd barely lasted a few weeks before becoming bored. There hadn't been as much opportunity for such things as he'd thought and, as was often the case, these things were simply more amusing in thought than in execution.

Ryder had been considering this whilst staring out one of the windows of the art classroom. Aside from a few stray clouds, it looked quite nice out there. Then again, he thought that even if it were snowing outside he'd probably rather be out there than in here. Ryder sighed, bringing his attention back to Professor Rosenthal. He appeared to have missed the task set out for them today. Probably some free form, do what you like bullshit knowing the Professor. He couldn't make something into a dick and balls if he had a choice in the matter - that would just be gay.

He watched as the other students buzzed around the room collecting their various materials. Ryder guessed that he should do the same and reached for a nearby sketch book - not really caring if it belonged to anyone else or not. He tried to look creatively thoughtful as he thumbed through the pages, but really he was thinking about the class he should be enrolled in. He would have taken charms alongside wandless and been spared this crap. He liked spells. Spells would certainly make this class more interesting. Not surprisingly, the Clemons found himself running with that thought.

Moving to an easel, Ryder pulled out his wand - he figured it would likely pass as a paintbrush at first glance. With a flourish he hoped would be attributed to some serious art, Ryder quietly, yet clearly, attempted to cast the jelly-fingers jinx on a nearby student. He had it in mind that if he could get the whole class, he might be able to convince Rosenthal that there was some bad energy in the room that needed his attention, while they all went outside to try and get their hands working again. It was a grand scheme, and he had no real hope of pulling it of. But he'd try anyway, the trooper.

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.

To: R. Balston, R. Bloodfeather, V. Cantrell, B. Cooper, S. Evans, A. Ford, H. Nikitin, L. Nikitin, X. Nikitin, A. Powell, S. Suzuki, C. Thompson ([undisclosedrecipients]@dresden.edu)
From: A. Vass (amaliavass@dresden.edu)
Date: September 15, 2011, 2:00 PM
Subject: Student Government Nominations

You have all been nominated for one or more of the student government positions up for election this year.

President: Veronica Cantrell, Hawthorne Nikitin, Luka Nikitin, Xavier Nikitin, and Arnaud Powell.

Vice President: Ryder Balston, Riley Bloodfeather, Veronica Cantrell, Scarlett Evans, Abernathy Ford, Hawthorne Nikitin, and Cinnamyn Thompson.

Business Manager: Veronica Cantrell, Madelyn Cooper, Abernathy Ford, Hawthorne Nikitin, Luka Nikitin, Xavier Nikitin, Steven Suzuki, and Cinnamyn Thompson.

Please choose which of the three positions you would like to run for. Since no one was nominated directly for individual year representatives there will be a write in ballot during the election. If you would rather not run simply indicate that you decline the nomination.


OOC: Please reply at the latest by Sunday so I can get the nominations together.

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 )

Upperclassmen had been sent home with pamphlets over spring break to think about their options for the next semester. Third year students could pick up an elective for their freshmen year, fourth years could pick up two electives as sophomores; those meetings tended to go the quickest. It was the meetings with fifth years and beyond that tended to take up the full 15 minutes alloted to them.

These students had to receive recommendations to take advanced classes, or opt to take electives. Last year Nathaniel Dawkins had tried to talk everyone out of taking magical crafting, if only because that class filled up so fast they had to open another section of it. He had their files arranged already; all the students signed up for time slots earlier in the week. Professors had already sent Dawkin's their recommendations; those had been read and placed among their academic transcripts.

The university students were another group altogether. They had to select a mentor and core focus for their fall semester and if they could look ahead and think about what they wanted in the spring as well. They'd need additional meetings later in the semester with their chosen mentor; thankfully that was out of Dawkin's hands.

Students would be wandering in and out of classes for their fifteen minute blocks, but this was the standard practice for this time of year. Dr. Dawkins was ready, about as ready as he ever was.


( OOC Notes )

Who: Ryder, Violet, Scarlet
When: Monday. Between classes.
Where: Some hallway somewhere.
What: Ryder lets the twins know that the answer is yes.. despite them not having asked.
Rating: SFW but language?

There had been a buzz around the halls of Dresden Academy as of late. A buzz that could only be attributed to the Prom. Or at least the asking of each other to the Prom. Ryder didn't take that sort of thing seriously, and as a result, had been looking for an opportunity to approach a certain set of twins since he realised what all the noise was about.

He spotted them during a walk between classrooms and decided to seize the opportunity - quite literally. He snuck up on the pair and attempted to put an arm around each of them. "Ladies," Ryder said smoothly. "The answer is yes. I am man enough to accompany both of you to the prom. No need to fight." He appeared to consider that thought for a moment. "Though that would've have been hot - I should have played you against each other before revealing I'd take you both." He shook his head at such a wasted opportunity. "Shame. At least," he conceded, "I've put your little mind's at rest. We can always save the fighting for later." He winked as he stepped away from them. They should be getting to class.

Who: Ryder + OPEN
When: Saturday morning
Where: Dresden Hall
What: Weekend detention
Rating: PUPPIES(/SFW) ..probably language though

Unlike most students, Ryder had a tendency to return from vacation with even more of a chip on his shoulder. It was no real surprise, therefore, to find that he had scored himself weekend detention less than a week in from Spring Break. He made his way to the main entrance hall with enough time to properly enjoy his first cigarette of the day. Ryder contemplated about what they might have him do this morning as he waited. Weekend detention tended to be more child-labour than its weekday afternoon counterpart, which was more of a sit down, shut up and do your homework affair. It had been a wet week, but seemed to be a little clearer out this morning. He kind of hoped for something outside - not really feeling like dusting or polishing shit in a musty old room. He did wonder why they bothered with him any more, but it was probably a good way to get all those little jobs done without having to pay anyone.

Movement nearby prompted Ryder to snuff out the rest of his cigarette - not that the smell wouldn’t give him away. But he was already in detention - what more could they do? He looked around for the source of the noise - wondering if somebody would be joining him or if it was just one of those crazy weekend early risers. There was definitely something wrong with those types, he had decided.

(OOC: IDK if anyone else would have weekend detention or not. But if anyone was feeling like NPCing a staff member.. now could be a good time. :D Or else another student up earlyish on the weekend is free to poke fun at him/enquire about his detention. XD)