Emilia-Louise Scott

June 08, 2016 3:27 PM
Emmy-Lou had spent a good portion of her summer holiday figuring out how she was going to run and organise Fashion Club when she got back to school and when she did finally return to Sonora the planning didn’t stop. There was so much she needed to do if she was going to host the very best club. Having gained permission to run it and arranged a weekly time that she could have the art room in MARS booked, she was ready to commence with the real fun.

Shortly after returning from the long break, Emmy had set to work getting her bright posters up around the school so that no one could possibly miss out on joining the Fashion Club. She was expectant that it would be popular and even if the turnout for the first meeting wasn’t huge, the third year was confident that she could get her fellow fashion enthusiasts to spread the word.

Emmy turned up to the art room early so that she could make sure it was all fully set up before other students began to arrive. She was glad that she’d been able to convince Louis to tag along, partially because he could give her a hand making sure she was thoroughly prepared and also because having a Valois in attendance would definitely do her Fashion Club good.

At one end of the room there was a small runway set up which she wasn’t planning to use quite yet but wanted the room set up to be the same for every club session. It had lights running along above it and a row of chairs either side, as well as a small curtained area behind it where her models would be able to change and come out from.

The rest of the room was dedicated entirely to making clothes with probably more materials than would be needed provided. There were numerous mirrors about the room and Emmy had also started making fashion collages for decoration that she hoped her club attendees would help her complete. She’d got together pictures and magazine cuttings of fashions she liked, as well as little pieces of funky materials or pretty much anything she thought was inspiring and was keen to see what her fellow fashionistas would add.

She’d temporarily moved a load of chairs so they were set in a few rows of a semi circle to face her at the opposite end of the room to the runway, nearest the door where everyone would enter. When students came in, she invited them to take a seat so they would all more or less be facing her. It wasn’t an arrangement that she planned to repeat because she would pretty much give them the freedom to get on with their own projects in Fashion Club meetings but for the start of the first session she wanted their attention on her.

“Hi everyone!” Emmy-Lou beamed at the group of students that were seated around her, commencing once she was content with numbers and not too far from the arranged time. “Welcome to Fashion Club! Thank you all for coming along - please spread the word and bring friends. The more the merrier.” She thought her flashy posters had done a pretty good job of spreading the word themselves but it would definitely be good to have some personal recommendations and reviews as well. “I’m Emmy-Lou Scott and, as you’re probably aware, I’ll be running this club.”

Emmy hoped everyone was looking forward to her club as much as she was herself. She hadn’t made many of her own clothes before but since a very young age she’d been heavily involved in what she wore and even worked with designers to come up with custom outfits that suited her unique style. The most common feature of her clothing was big puffy skirts, usually rather tutu-esque, in a vast array of colours but the most common being pink and black. Today she was wearing such a skirt in said favourite colours, accompanied by a patterned top that sported a big black bow and a coordinated black trilby hat.

“So,” Emmy clapped her hands together rather dramatically, thriving off her audience. “Fashion Club is essentially about designing and making clothing. But, it’s also about finding inspiration and looking at trends. Around the room you will see I have a lot of magazines that are available for everyone.” Emmy’s keen interest in fashion meant she already had a vast collection of fashion mags but she had also reached out to people she knew to gather even more. “I have also started working on some collages,” she gestured with a hand to the numerous boards around the room which were mostly quite bare, since she’d wanted to leave plenty of room for the club to add to them over time, “which I would love for you to add to. If you find any cool patterns and materials you like, or any styles from magazines and stuff, please stick it up on any of the boards so we can create a sort of fashion inspiration collage.”

“Also,” Emmy grinned, hoping that the rest of the club would be as excited about what she next had to say as she was. “I am planning to host some mini fashion shows, possibly every month or so, hence the runway-” she indicated to the runway set up at the other end of the room “to give you some ideas for cool styles or just show you the latest trends of the season or whatever.”

Emmy hoped that she would be able to recruit enough model interest from the student body to make it work but wasn’t too worried about the possibility of not being able to. She already had her eye out for particularly fashionable or attractive students that she wanted to dress up.

“Now,” Emmy continued to use her important public-speaking voice. “My idea for this club is that we - or I - pick a theme, style, specific fashion item or whatever for us to work on each time but I am open to ideas, or if you would rather have the liberty to do whatever you like and surprise us.”

“What I thought would be pretty cool though,” Emmy told the group, “is if we could arrange some sort of modelling show, either to the whole school or just within the club depending on what you would all prefer, to show off the things we have made. We could do this at various stages in the year or at the end so we have a really big collection of things to show.” She’d kind of taken this idea from the midsummer concert she’d been a part of a couple of years ago but wasn’t sure how confident everyone at the fashion club would be about parading in front of the entire school in their own designs and didn’t want to scare anyone away by thinking they might have to do something they didn’t want to. ““One idea I have had that I’d really like us to do, however,” the third year flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder, standing very straight and proud as everyone paid her attention, “is to have some little competitions during the year where someone from outside of the club could judge the things we’ve made.”

“So does anyone have any questions or suggestions?” Emmy finally allowed the group to have some input. “Oh and I have a suggestion box-” she pointed to a table upon which sat some quills and parchment beside a box with a rectangular hole in it, “which you can post suggestions in during the year which I will check regularly, or you can just talk to me. But for now, please share your ideas. I’m keen to know if you want a set theme or whatever every so often or if you want to do your own thing. And, if you want a theme, does anyone already have any ideas for what the first one could be?”
Subthreads:
8 Emilia-Louise Scott NEW Fashion Club (Room Four) 313 Emilia-Louise Scott 1 5


Gia Donovan

June 12, 2016 12:36 PM
Gia was sort of excited for the fashion club. She thought that it would be a bit like the concert fashion show had gone where she could be tasked to sew and stitch the pieces together. After the concert, her mother told her that the Raptis family (her mother’s family) was famous in Greece and amongst designers for their stitch work and beautiful embroidery. She had told her how proud she was that she had inherited such a wonderful skill. The Raptis earned their small fortune from their connections in the industry and for their own embroidery work that was sold in stores around the world. Gia never told anyone about her mother’s family, however, mostly out of fear that they would look into the name and discover the truth about her brother.

Gia hoped that one day she would be able to go back to Greece and be a part of her family and their business since she was skilled in it and she loved to do it, but she knew that was merely wishful thinking more so than anything. Her mother still didn’t talk about why they had to leave, but Gia always had the impression that it was far more dangerous than she had ever realized as a child.

It often made her whisper quietly about their Dad and what he had been involved in. Research had brought up a lot of interesting facts about their family that he had not known about before. For instance, the Donovans made their money through Quidditch supplies and broom making. Their name was small in comparison to some of the more famous broom makers, but their Quidditch supply company was one of the largest and their dad had been the face of the business. He traveled the world creating business for the family, which was how he met their mom. Aside from that, the only other news they could find was that of their father’s death, which was labeled murder. That word frightened Gia as she had always thought the attack had been because her dad and brother were camping at the wrong place at the wrong time. But murder… that had met so much more. They also found articles of their mother and of them going into hiding for safety. It only confused and worried them even more than they ever did before. Their father was murdered? Jax was supposed to be murdered too? His escaping had been by chance. Their mother ran into hiding with them? What was going on?

Gia entered the MARS room a little hesitantly. She knew Emmy-Lou from classes, but that was about it. She was a bit surprised to find that it was her that was hosting the club considering her rather eccentric outfits, but Gia could appreciate a club where she felt her talents could go to use for. She thought about asking Sammy if she wanted to go since she had been the whole reason for the fashion show at the concert, but Sammy was probably too busy for this anyway, so Gia didn’t bring it up to her. Instead, she found an empty seat by herself and waited for the room to fill p. She could have asked Laila or Joella to go with her and she couldn’t figure out why she hadn’t thought of it earlier. She knew Peizhi wouldn’t have come. Not just because she never seemed to like a lot of people, but also because she seemed to not like Gia anymore either. She no longer spent any time with them and Gia had no idea what they had done to make Peizhi hate them. Thought on her friend left Gia feeling sad and confused.

Before she could dwell any longer on her lost friend, the meeting began. Gia listened intently about the vision Emmy-Lou had for the club, but the more she listened, the more her heart began to sink. Gia was not at the level where she could comfortable design her own clothes. She could sew, stitch, and mend clothing, but designing was not something she had ever done before. The more she listened, the more she felt that the club catered more towards designers than for a club that was more for the enjoyment of fashion. Plus, ther was going to be competitions and Gia hated being pitted against other people, especially when it came to something she created herself and would have pride in.

Gia’s head dropped down while she listened, keeping her eyes on her hands as they fiddled in her lap. She was no longer certain that her talents would be very useful for this club. She had thought that they would have discussed fashion or designed things together in which she would assist with the sewing. When Emmy stopped talking and opened the floor, Gia hesitantly raised her hand. “What about those of us who do not design? What are we to do? Or is this club strictly for designers?”
6 Gia Donovan Finding my place. 308 Gia Donovan 0 5

Sammy Meeks

July 03, 2016 3:48 AM
Okay, so confession time: Sammy was maybe sorta kinda not exactly as strictly tomboyish as she liked to pretend. Ever since the fashion show--which, by some strange act of God or other divine intervention, had been her idea--she’d been thinking a lot about clothes. In fact, she had a sketchbook that she kept buried among her school stuff, and it was filled exclusively with drawings of outfits she envisioned. She didn’t tell anybody about it, though, because she had an image to maintain. Sammy was tough and cool. It was pretty hard to remain the Funny Athlete if people knew you doodled dresses in your spare time.

Still, she couldn’t resist a fashion club. She had a problem with joining clubs in general, honestly, but this was too perfect. Sammy knew she was taking a risk showing up to it, but it just seemed so fun. When she arrived, she immediately spied Gia, her roommate and best friend, and found a good cover if she was questioned: what better way to spend time with her friend than a club like this? In truth, she kinda had forgotten that Gia would be here. They hadn’t talked about it, but it made sense. She was pretty sure Gia did a lot of sewing and making stuff, so joining a club based around clothes was a solid follow-up.

Emmy-Lou talked quite a bit, showing she’d put a lot of thought into her club, and when she opened the floor to questions, Sammy was surprised to hear Gia basically ask if she was welcome. Of course, the brunette wanted to answer. You’re perfect for this! There’s magazines and things! You can learn how to design if you don’t think you can already. Sammy always thought the best of Gia and honestly thought she was being hard on herself to imply that she couldn’t design, anyway; Gia was awesome and she could do anything she put her mind to.

But she wasn’t in charge of the club, so she really had to wait and see what Emmy-Lou would say. She bit her lip, nervous that the answer would be unhappy. If it was negative, then Sammy would speak up. For now, though, she really did want to remain innocuous, like she really didn’t know why she’d even come at all. She planned to later flip “skeptically” through the magazines and then quietly and in a handwriting as different as she could manage from her own stuff the suggestions box with her ideas.
12 Sammy Meeks Same? 310 Sammy Meeks 0 5

Emmy-Lou Scott

July 28, 2016 12:56 PM
The thing about Emmy-Lou was that she was a very welcoming person, what some introverts may call too welcoming but she was largely oblivious to any insinuation that she could actually be perceived as intimidating. She wanted her club to reflect this and was therefore keen to make sure everyone felt welcomed. Although she was particularly excited to see the creativity of her schoolmates, she didn’t mind a little bit of tasteless and a little bit of boring if it meant people actually showed up.

All these plans of welcoming did not stop Emmy releasing a slight frown in response to Gia Donovan’s question, more confused by it than anything. She knew the older girl particularly as one of Chuck’s friends and knew he thought very highly of her. The first impression she was getting, however, was not all that great.

“What do you mean? What do you want to do?” Emmy quickly turned her frown into a smile because she did not want it to be taken the wrong way. She had half a mind to remind the Pecari that this was “Fashion Club” and not f***ing “Sewing Club” but she held her tongue because it was important that she did so.

“This club is for fashion,” the blonde emphasized as if that wasn’t obvious in its name. “Designing is a large part of fashion - fashion doesn’t create itself.”

She paused, wondering the best way to go about this. “Hopefully this club will help you develop your creativity by getting you to come up with your own designs. As I said, you will have so many different things to help inspire you. But, if you really don’t want to design,” she had to work really hard not to roll her eyes at the rest of the group as she said this part, “then you may always team up with someone who does.”

“The point of this club is to have fun,” Emmy added. “It will be fun to work with like-minded people and also develop your eye and tastes.”
8 Emmy-Lou Scott Trying not to put you in your place. 313 Emmy-Lou Scott 0 5