Headmistress Sadi Powell

August 01, 2010 4:58 AM
Hopefully the students had enjoyed their day learning from alumni. Now the evening had arrived, it brought with it the opportunity for everyone to relax together in a fun atmosphere. The headmistress herself was finding it difficult to relax just at that time, because even though the rides had been charmed several times over to be as safe as possible, that Wronski Feint still looked like a law suit waiting to happen. Why children would want to be mechanically hauled up a hundred feet in the air just to be dropped almost to the floor, then repeat this again was entirely beyond her. Admittedly, the calmer rides and the game booths did look like fun. Sadi’s job was to oversee the activities, taking over from other staff if they decided to wander round themselves. First, however, it was her place to announce the evening as open.

Headmistress Powell stood a couple of rows up in the stands; the pitch remained exactly as it was, just with additions of the rides and booths that May and the prairie elves had put in place just a couple of hours ago. Nothing was operational just yet, but soon music would play cheerfully from the Griffin-go-Round and the smell of warm sugar would fill the air. For the time being, Staff and current prefects had helped to usher everyone to the edge of the pitch, where Sadi was waiting to make her announcement. A couple of minutes after six o’clock, she cast the Sonorus charms and began speaking.

“Welcome to the second part of our fair,” she began, raising her arms in an opening gesture and displaying a muted green robe – one of the few she owned that was not in shades of brown or gray. “I hope you have all enjoyed today, and that you will forgive me as I delay the opening of the fair by conducting my end of year announcements. Firstly, I’d like to thank everyone for their hard work this year, especially supporting staff, prefects, and Lutece and Talen.” Admittedly, until today the Head Boy and Girl had survived a fairly quiet year; it was entirely unpredictable whether next year’s student representatives would have more or less work to do. It was, however, possible to predict who they would be, as the votes had been verified that morning. “Which brings me on to the announcement of next year’s Head Boy and Head Girl,” Sadi said, and those who knew her well could already establish one name she was about to utter, as she was entirely unable to restrain a proud smile. “Next year’s Head Girl will be Jera Valson, and your Head Boy will be Thomas Fitzgerald. Congratulations.”

Another triumph for Aladren, though with the House being over-represented on the ballot it wouldn’t come as much of a surprise. It was perhaps a pity their House points didn’t reflect the hard work these students obviously conducted. “Finally,” Sadi continued, “I can reveal the winner of this year’s House Point Competition. In fourth place with 301 points is Teppenpaw.” This was a change from midterm, during which Teppenpaw had been firmly in the lead. “Third place, with 359 points, is Aladren.” The Headmistress paused to allow cheering to subside. “In second place with 381 points is Pecari, which means this year’s runaway winner with an astonishing 549 points is Crotalus.”

Again, Sadi paused to wait for the cheering to die down. Then, with nothing more to add, she finished her address. “It is my hope all of you enjoy a good summer, and I look forward to seeing many of you next term. Before then, let’s enjoy the end of this term. The fair is now open!”
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Medic Cleo Rocamboli

August 01, 2010 5:23 AM
Cleo Rocamboli was officially single. Both she and Teo had gotten their acts together, the papers had gone through, and now Cleo was a divorcee. The settlements had been pretty easy, since neither of them wanted to waste money on divorce lawyers. There were no children to worry about, Cleo couldn’t drive the car, and Teo was moving in with Stacey, so Cleo had an apartment and a bit of money. The thirty-nine-year-old didn’t plan on staying in the apartment for very long, though; her salary was good enough that she could buy her own place. Maybe somewhere out in the country…Cleo had never liked the crush of the city. She could rent it out during the year when she was at Sonora.

Oh, and Cleo did love her job. It was wonderful to work with kids, and even though she didn’t know any of the returning students (not well, at least, although she vaguely recognized the girl giving the presentation on the Department of Magical International co-operation), Cleo was glad to see them still involved with their alma mater. The Medic was glad to see the Healer’s presentation earlier in the day. It was always interesting to see what they were teaching the Healer trainees nowadays.

Her task today, however, had noting to do with her job. Cleo was running one of the prize booths for the Midsummer Fair: a balloon-and-dart game. The darts looked like they would for a normal game of darts; each of the four vanes of the darts was one of the Sonora House colors, and the shafts were dark green. The darts were all enchanted so that the only things they could puncture were their targets. Cleo definitely didn’t want anyone to get hurt, no matter how easily she could repair the damage.

Instead of balloons, though, the medic was using large, multicolored magical bubbles. There was no sense in having to clean up the pieces of popped balloons—she was a Healer, she liked efficiency—and it’d be easy enough to conjure replacement bubbles after every game. The bubbles also floated around the target zone, rather than staying put, to make the game a little more challenging. Cleo had gotten the idea about bubbles from Aaron, who was giving away bubble hats at his ball-and-cup game.

The prizes for Cleo’s game were pygmy puffs; goldfishes were a more classic carnival prize, but pygmy puffs were a little more durable. They also came in a lot of fun colors and patterns! The Medic was thinking about getting a pet herself—not a pygmy puff, though. Cats were popular, but she’d decided she would prefer a kneazle crossbreed. They were supposed to be smarter, at least, and she was fairly certain they had a longer lifespan.

Cleo was not particularly outgoing, so she didn’t advertise her stall like normal (a relative term) carnival workers would. Instead, she waited for students to approach and try their hand at throwing the darts. The russet-haired woman really hoped the students would like the prizes she was offering; who wouldn’t want an adorable pygmy puff?
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Dmitry Talsky

August 03, 2010 9:24 PM


Dmitry was rather bored walking around the fair, he had been looking for Charlie for quite a while but now he was watching what was going on around him. He had walked around the whole fair a couple of times; he had even ridden a couple of the rides, though he would never admit that to anyone. He sighed as he ran a hand through his dark hair and paused in front of the balloon and dart game. The little pygmy puffs were adorable and he knew a certain girl who would love one.

He walked over and smiled at the Medic as he grabbed the darts. He threw the first dart and missed, quickly he threw the second and third ones both hitting the magical bubbles. When he looked over the various colors he rubbed his cheek wondering which one Dasha would love. He knew only one person in Sonora knew who Dasha was and that was Dorian. So he had no fear about anyone finding out about his other sibling.

Dasha Talsky was Dmitry’s full sister, unlike Dorian who was his half-brother. She was born when Dmitry was just two years old. Sadly their mother Galina had been far away from any Healers and had bled to death. Dasha had survived thankfully but something was always off about her. Her magic was always explosive, never under control. She received a letter for Drumstrang when she was eleven, but was expelled only after a half a year. Since then Father kept her at home, and Dmitry had felt the need to care her.

“I’ll take the purple one.” He said and smiled at it. He looked down and sighed, now he just had to get through the whole fair without any awkward questions about the purple puff in his hands.
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