Attention fifth and sixth years! on Cascade Hall

Professor Sadi Powell

March 19, 2009 5:16 AM

Attention fifth and sixth years! by Professor Sadi Powell

At dinner the night before it had been announced that all fifth and sixth year students would be excused from the first twenty minutes of their morning class the following day, and would be required to meet in the Cascade Hall once breakfast was formally over.

Sadi waited patiently as the students gathered around, looking like she always did, in muted shades of brown for her robes, her hair tied back neatly, and an air of calm. On the table beside her were neat piles of parchment forms, and some writing materials, in case students had not thought to bring their own. Normally this task belonged to the Headmaster, but Manfred was required in a meeting with Patrick Jenkins, and so Sadi, as acting deputy head, found herself overseeing the voting.

When everyone was gathered, Sadi did a quick check to ensure nobody was there who ought not to be, and then she cleared her throat, signaling it was time for the students to pay attention.

"Thank you for all being here. As the sixth years have probably concluded, this isn't anything that any of you need to worry about, although I do hope that you will take your responsibilities in voting seriously. I have here the forms - one for each of you - so you can anonymously vote for next year's Head Boy and Head Girl. Please do not discuss who you are going to vote for,” she didn’t doubt some discussion would take place after the event, but it was best that the voting reflected only the preferences of each individual.

“The announcement of who has been successful in securing the roles of Head Boy and Head Girl will be made at the upcoming concert. Now, if you could please take one of these and pass them along," Sadi handed the pile of forms to the nearest student. "Try and find a spot on your own, and when you've made your decision, fill the form in - if you need writing materials they are on the desk for your use – and then please hand the forms back to me."

OOC: Form is here. Voting is in character and as anonymous as you choose to make it. Votes from ineligible characters, random strangers, anonymous people, etc will be ignored. Responding to this post isn't necessary, however voting is if you want your character to have their say.

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Saul Pierce

March 24, 2009 12:24 PM

My moment of penultimate glory by Saul Pierce

Ever since the voting was announced the night before, Saul had been nervous. During the night, he had nightmares where he wasn't on the ballot or he slept through the election or some other voting mishap befell him. In the one of the ones that he remembered most clearly, he'd gone into the Cascade Hall dressed only in his underwear (the pair of bright blue boxers with neon yellow flying broomsticks on them), got a ballot, realized he wasn't wearing any clothes, and his quill slipped and he ended up voting for Geoff Layne by mistake.

In another, where he thought his name should be between the two Geoffs, there was only Adam Brockert's name. Saul had stared at the ballot in horror. Adam had been nominated, but not him? There had to be some mistake. So he went up to Headmaster Bulla to ask about it, and the Headmaster explained that it was illegal to campaign, so he'd been disqualified. Saul tried to argue that Geoff Layne had been part of the debates, but Bulla told him that it was the campaign buttons and the posters that had been the problem. Saul swore that he'd followed every campaigning law for muggle and magical elections - he'd even taken the button off his backpack 100 feet from the polling place (previously measured out and marked with a campaign poster) - but the Headmaster had been firm. Saul had gone back to his seat in defeat and stared forlornly at the three names on the ballot that weren't his, unable to bring himself to vote for any of them.

When Regina screamed at him to get up, he had to double check with Matt to make sure he was wearing robes and clothes and shoes and he wasn't forgetting anything critical like his backpack or wand. When he was satisfied that he was prepared for the day, he headed down to the Hall. He took his VOTE SAUL! button off at the 100 ft mark poster and took a deep breath.

He'd done everything possible to increase his chances of winning. He'd pulled off the first Head Boy campaign in Sonora History (at least, to his knowledge) and he thought he'd done a fine job of it. His posters met with his full satisfaction and the buttons were still making him happy every time he saw someone wearing one.

There was nothing left to do but go in there and vote.

Waiting for Professor Powell to finish talking and hand out the ballots were the hardest five minutes of Saul's life. When he had his in hand, he was almost afraid to look at the nominees. What if he wasn't on the list? What would he do then? How idiotic would it make him to feel to have put in all that effort only to find out he didn't make the short list?

He opened his eyes.

He breathed out in relief.

He took his quill firmly in hand and made his mark beside his own name.

Then, he turned his attention to the girls. He felt a stab of sympathetic horror on behalf of Afton who he knew had done a bit of campaigning of her own and who wasn't listed. Putting the thought aside, he looked over the three final candidates, trying to figure out which would make the best Head Girl. Lila, he discarded as an option as quickly as he suspected she'd discard him. Of the other two, he was torn, forced to choose between Briony and Pepper yet again.

This time he went in Pepper's favor. Pepper, he reasoned, had participated in his debate, which gave her way more of an edge for this particular choice. So he made his mark beside Pepper's name and turned in his ballot.

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