The announcement had gone up a few days prior, advising all fifth and sixth year students to be in the hall at the end of breakfast. It was clear that they had noticed. Besides their physical presence in the hall, there were also the campaign posters outside. Selina had to say she was impressed. Students didn’t normally seem to put this much thought into the possibility of being elected.
“Good morning,” she greeted them, once breakfast was over. “I’m sure you all know why you are here - you are going to vote for next year’s head students.” She had, over breakfast, debated whether she would vary this speech and had decided that she would not. She did not want to sound like she was endorsing the candidates who had made posters over those who had not. After all it had never been a requirement in the past. She also thought Parker and Gary were both perfectly decent students too, in spite of not having seen any campaign materials from them (which, of course, did not mean to say they did not exist - she might have missed them, or they may have gone down the route of talking to prospective voters). If she was honest, she probably thought some of the head girl candidates were a bit more switched on than Jasmine, though she couldn’t deny that she had both made posters and taken a younger student under her wing. All in all, she was relieved that there wasn’t anyone she really regarded as a bad choice. Admittedly, the staff had some powers of filtration on who was included, but it wasn’t always the case that she liked and would be perfectly happy with whichever candidates were elected.
“Please remember that this is not a popularity contest, but that you should vote for the students who you think will do a good job.” That, of course, was a very ambiguous statement. One person’s idea of a right set of values and a right way to do a job could be markedly different from another person’s. But she had to remain neutral, so that was all she said on the matter. With a wave of her wand, she distributed the ballot papers.
OOC - fifth and sixth years are invited to vote via this form. You do not need to write a post for your vote to be counted, but you are welcome to for dramaz.
Gary filed into the hall with the rest of the older students and found a seat. He was aware of what was going on, but didn't really have a vested interest in the proceedings. Well, that wasn't entirely true, he knew well that he had one job to do here and he was going to do that at least. So, he listened to Professor Skies' introduction and received his ballot.
In a moment the task he needed to complete was done, he had checked off his vote for head girl. That was easy. He had briefly considered Professor Skies' reminder about this not being a popularity contest and taken that into consideration. In truth he didn't feel his selection was popularity based, he was not letting the opinions of the masses sway his decision. He was voting for the one that would work out the best... and he knew that person the best. He sighed, that wasn't actually saying a whole lot. He had been going to school with these girls for six years now and he'd barely interacted with any of them outside of occasional schoolwork. Oh well.
Then it was time for the hard part. He looked over the boy's list and, despite knowing that it was going to be there, was still a little unsettled at seeing his own name on the list. A brief shudder ran through him as he thought of the possibility of enough people, for some reason, voting for him. It was to late again, another thing that had slipped through is attention, to tell someone in charge that he really didn't want to be Head Boy. Although... if his selection won Head Girl.... nope. Nope, that was just barely not worth it, he did not want the job. He had enough other things to worry about. He could still interact with her if she wanted to. Could he put a note on here to have the people counting the votes distribute any that came in for him to the other candidates? Or just ignored? Probably not.
On the plus side, he'd eliminated one option from the Boy's list for him to select from. He looked at the others and realized he had the same predicament that he had with the girls. There was only one name on there that he really knew anything about. Well, that decision became easier then. He marked off his vote and considered his duty done. He did feel a little bad, he had chosen the people he knew the best, maybe not the ones best suited for the job. One of the others could have been the perfect candidate, but he just hadn't gotten to know them well enough. Oh well, there was nothing to do about it anymore. He turned in his ballot.