Headmaster Brockert
July 02, 2016 1:10 PM
Returning Feast by Headmaster Brockert
Midterm had passed much as all the others before it , filled with parties where he'd had to be polite and make small talk. Mortimer loathed small talk, it was all so pointless and uninteresting. If he was going to talk to others, he would prefer it to be worth his while, an intellectual discussion. His seven year old granddaughter Topaz was more capable of it than some society adults as far as he was concerned.Now, however, it was time for school to resume and Mortimer couldn't have been happier about it, not that it showed. Of course, Sonora was full of people too, teenagers no less, but he didn't really have to interact with them too much one on one.
Besides, even if he did have to make a few remarks, there was much less to say at the Returning Feast than there was at the Opening Feast. Once the students were settled in, Mortimer cast a quick Sonorus charm on himself and stood. "Welcome back to Sonora. I hope you all had a nice break." He still didn't really care if they did or not, not anymore then he had last year or the year before or the year before that but he said it anyway. "Before we eat, I would like to introduce our new Astronomy professor, Professor Wolf-Starra." Presumably this new addition to staff was somehow connected to the Divinations teacher. "All intermediate students now will have the opportunity take Astronomy as an elective."
With that, Mortimer sat down and the meal began.
Subthreads: A question (tag: Lena) by Clark with Lena
Returning and feasting by Andrew Carey with Arthur Leithan, Andrew
Taking the plunge (Tag Savannah) by Aiden O'Neil with Savannah Brockert
Back at Sonora! by Tess Whittaker with Killian Everett
Green is not my favourite colour. by Abigail De La Garza with Joseph Umland
Back to the daily grind (tag Joella). by Lionel Layne with Joella Curtis
I came in like a wrecking ball (tag Dustin) by Emilia-Louise Scott with Dustin Newell
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Emilia-Louise Scott
July 13, 2016 4:38 PM
I came in like a wrecking ball (tag Dustin) by Emilia-Louise Scott
Emmy-Lou was returning to Sonora after the midterm break with an abundance of plans, most of said plans being related to her marvellous Fashion Club which she thought was going very well. Not only had her time been taken up with organising things for the club, but also with more personal matters. Over the break she had spent a lot of time with the designers at Little Lady Couture to come up with a fitting design for her midsummer ball dress, something she had to admit she wasn’t quite able to make for herself yet.This had got her thinking about the midsummer ball and who she’d go with. The answer to that question should have been simple really because she claimed to have a crush on a certain Mr Newell but since she’d hardly spoken to Dustin all that much so far this term that attraction was beginning to fade. Of course, he was still cute as a button and she definitely wouldn’t hesitate to admire him when she saw him but perhaps the awareness that she wasn’t his type had come to undermine her, what she liked to call, feelings.
Nonetheless, there weren’t too many other options and she knew she ought to hurry up or the other girls would beat her to it.
With these thoughts in mind, Emmy headed straight for where Dustin was sitting when she entered Cascade Hall for the Returning Feast. Casting aside more common methods of flicking one’s hair or letting a fresh spray of perfume do the trick, she chose to elbow the back of his head as she walked past and took a seat beside him.
“Oh I’m so sorry,” she muttered in a hushed whisper, not her best acting but it would have to do.
When the Headmaster finished speaking, which fortunately didn’t take very long, Emmy returned her attention to her housemate.”So, how was your midterm break?”
Before giving Dustin a chance to reply to her question, a courtesy that’s politeness was kind of overruled by the fact that she gave no time for an answer, Emmy plunged on into her own spiel about how wonderful her midterm was.
“My midterm was really good,” Emmy told him. “I mean, Christmas festivities and parties and all that were fun, and seeing my family as well, but it also gave me lots of chances to organise the Fashion Club I run-” (shameless plug) “-you’ve heard about it, I’m sure. I’ve collaborated a lot with the designers of Little Lady Couture so I was working on my midsummer ball dress…”
She paused briefly for effect because if he knew anything about her he might know what was coming next. “Talking of which, I don’t suppose you’d fancy being my date for the ball?” Emmy didn’t beat around the bush. It was very unlikely that Dustin would ask her but there was no harm in doing it the other way around.
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Dustin Newell
July 13, 2016 11:47 PM
Are you coming in like a wrecking ball, per chance? by Dustin Newell
Midterm had been… stressful, to say the least. Dustin couldn’t say he was surprised, since going home was always a bit of a nuisance, although this one had been a bit more offputting than usual. His siblings were annoying as always, but he had been shocked to find this time his major source of annoyance was Flo, the oldest of them. She would be coming to Sonora next year, and now that there was only one more semester until her turn, she was full of questions. Teamed up with Brett’s adventurousness and Ana’s neediness, it was a bit overwhelming.And then there was Makenzie. He still couldn’t stop thinking about that conversation they’d had. How long had she been so calculating, so… smart? It felt weird to even use the word in association with the redhead. He’d always thought his cousin was rather dim-witted, certainly his inferior. But she’d been so different when they’d spoken at the party, and her words still rang through his head. She said that they were in this thing together, but Dustin couldn’t help but wonder how long she had been in it alone.
Even after the majority of midterm and the ride back to Sonora together, Dustin couldn’t help but stare at her, green eyes at the Aladren table piercing through the room over to Crotalus. His gaze was only interrupted when someone smacked into the back of his head. “Ow,” he sputtered involuntarily, turning around to see just who had assaulted him. Miss Emilia-Louise Scott, otherwise known as Emmy-Lou, seemed to be the culprit. He couldn’t imagine it was on purpose, even if her apology seemed a little weird, so he just said, “Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”
That, evidently, broke the damn, because as soon as the Headmaster finished speaking, Emmy-Lou was chattering. Dustin wasn’t a huge conversationalist, in particular with girls, although this one was in his House, so maybe she had some form of intellect. (He’d apparently been wrong about Makenzie, so what did he know, anyway?) She asked about his midterm, and before he had the breath to respond, she was already chatting merrily about her own. That was just as well, he supposed.
She mentioned something about a ball dress--he wasn’t listening terribly closely--as a lead in, it seemed, because the next thing he knew, she was asking him to Sonora’s midsummer ball. A girl was asking him. That wasn’t really the way it was supposed to go, so the inquiry took him off guard. “Oh,” he managed, trying to keep the utterance devoid of any tone.
He had to think about it; Dustin was planning on asking a girl, though he hadn’t yet decided which one. As far as he was concerned, most of them were pretty interchangeable, so asl ong as he took someone with a decent reputation, everything was fine. Emmy-Lou was society, sort of, so that was in her favor, although he thought he had heard that she was actually a Halfblood or something. Still, her family was somewhat favorable, as far as he knew, and maybe if they rose up here after, it would look extra good for the Newells. We are in this together, he thought in Makenzie’s direction.
“Sure,” he answered just a moment later. “That sounds like fun. What color is your dress? I’ll try to match.” Dustin didn’t know Emmy-Lou altogether that well, but she was friends with his roommate, so that was enough to give her a chance, right? Plus, now that a girl had asked him (so weird), he didn’t have to worry about asking someone else. It was a situation that solved himself, and he was pleased.
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Are you coming in like a wrecking ball, per chance?
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Emmy-Lou
July 25, 2016 6:04 AM
Now that looks like a dorky question. by Emmy-Lou
Emmy-Lou’s initial reaction to Dustin’s acceptance of her ball proposal was to beam very widely, unable and unwilling to hide her pleasure (because why should she?). She was most certainly a confident young girl and lacked many of the insecurities that many girls her age might worry themselves with but even so, she couldn’t deny that there had been an element of doubt as to whether or not the object of her affection would actually say yes.For one, the two of them could hardly call themselves close friends, and Dustin also seemed the type to go for the more refined (boring) and so-called perfect society girls who didn’t attend prestigious events with great reluctance and seek a thrill in making stuffy old ladies gasp in horror. No one could accuse Emmy of being boring, that was for sure, and she considered herself far more interesting and unique than many of the allegedly more desirable young girls out there.
The third year was also rather relieved that Dustin didn’t seem at all insulted that a girl was asking him, rather than it being the other way around as was a more traditional approach. She really couldn’t be doing with someone who obsessed so much about the unwritten misogynistic rules of society.
The icing on the cake was that Dustin thought she was fun. At least, he said it would be fun to go to the ball with her. Having fun was one of the most (if not the most) important things ever, in Emmy’s superior opinion. Even though she was very keen to remind herself that she had a crush on her ball date, she was content to leave any ideas of him kissing her up to her imagination for the time being so long as she just had a fun evening with him. She predicted he might make attempts at being a ‘proper young gentleman’ but she was well-accustomed to the ridiculous ideas if his type that she thought she could stick it for one evening without growing irritated, and perhaps even allow herself to be amused by it.
“My dress is lilac and silver,” she told him with a smile. Emmy could ramble on about how beautiful her dress was forever but for once she held her tongue because she deemed herself the fashion icon of the entire school (alongside Louis of course) so she wanted to leave everyone in great anticipation of what she would wear to the ball. Most people who paid attention to her style (which she thought should be everyone to some extent considering how so many of her garments screamed for attention) or knew her collection under the label Little Lady Couture well might have been expecting a very poufy outlandish dress from her. Emmy’s first thought at the mention of a ball had been an extravagant full-length ball gown but in the end this was not the design she had settled on. She was only thirteen and was fairly sure there’d be another midsummer ball in her Sonore lifetime for her to wear a grand belle-of-the-ball dress. This year, however, she was going to surprise everyone by not fitting with their expectations. She had designed a more elegant, but still very pretty (and not at all boring), dress which did not at all swamp her short frame or reach the ground.
The young Aladren was rather pleased that Dustin was looking to her for direction for what to wear. She very much liked the idea of them matching and was glad that Dustin seemed happy for her to take the lead fashion wise. She had already designed her dress, after all, and was hardly going to change it because he wanted to wear a different colour.
“Oh I’m so excited!” she grinned before remembering her manners. “I’m sorry, how was your break?” she repeated her earlier question, vaguely aware that she probably hadn’t given him much chance to respond previously.
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Dustin
August 08, 2016 5:45 AM
It'll be our inside joke by Dustin
Dustin hadn’t been too terribly upset when Emmy-Lou had asked him about midterm without giving him time to actually answer, but now that she had circled back to the subject, he supposed he would do best to answer. “Rather boring,” he answered, allowing himself some honesty. It felt pretty good. “I’ve got a posse of little siblings at home who like to pester me whenever I get back to Michigan. My sister Florence is one of those ask a thousand question kids. Which wouldn’t be bad if the other two weren’t also practically hanging off my arms. ”“Don’t get me wrong,” he amended. “I adore my little sisters and my little brother, but they’re a bit overwhelming. Being here, I forget how much attention they want from me.” Dustin gave an earnest smile, his freckled cheeks dimpling in slightly. “Florence is actually coming here next year, so we’ll see how that goes,” he joked, not quite sure why he was still talking about her. Maybe he missed his siblings a bit more than he realized. They were never much of a conscious thought when he was away, but he did love them, so maybe they were always there beneath the surface. Such was the oldest child’s struggle.
“It’s good to be back, though,” he added, sounded a bit more wistful than he meant to. “Don’t you think so?”
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