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 Fundraiser and Silent Auction Main Event!, Come bid on the student of your choice!
Athelstan Munn
 Posted: Jul 21 2017, 02:53 AM
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Athelstan Lancelot Munn genuinely enjoyed attention - and it did not have anything to do with being a middle child, because he was the youngest one and received love and affection from both his sisters and Archie whenever he wanted to. He just enjoyed being in the spotlight as long as he was fully aware it would not stain the Munn name, and so he had volunteered to be taken as one of those people who were offered at the fundraiser event by the head students. To be entirely honest, he did not know a lot about events like these, as they reminded him of something way more archaic he had clearly seen in a history book and not at a school. Either way, his dear older brother and him had walked down to the lawns to have a look at the event, even though Stan had not been one of the chosen ones - and of course he had not even told Archibald that he volunteered. That would have been a surprise that unfortunately never came true. A short look at the stage told him that Brydon had not been picked either, and he pouted before remembering that he did not have to buy a ticket to spend time with the Gryffindor.

Rubbing his sunglasses on the edge of his shirt, Stan squinted into the sun before gazing at his brother again, then back to the stage. The fair point would be to vote for Kala - wasn’t Stan something like her brother-in-law now? It was an odd thing to think about, and yet he spent the galleon to get his hands on the five tickets, fanning them open as if he was going to play strip poker right now. He stumbled over his shoelaces in the process, carelessly leaving them open before dropping one of his tickets in the box for Kala and looking at the stage, winking at her. The situation between them was still awkward, yet he was able to pretend that it wasn’t as bad, because he valued their friendship too much to truly be annoyed for longer than necessary. Dark eyes wandered over the area, before he gently elbowed Archibald, staring up to him. He had spotted someone on the stage, and it was better to deliver a fair and subtle warning.

As if Archibald was going to be the one to bring shame upon their family. “Don’t you dare vote for the Nilsson kid,” he said quietly - words only heard by them as it was quite obvious he was talking about Njord Vikernes. It was bad enough Perce had befriended this guy - what was he thinking? It was common knowledge that they were supposed to strongly dislike the Nilsson offspring - and really, it wasn’t hard to dislike them because most of them were annoying buttheads anyway. But it seemed like Archibald had other plans, and being the responsible young man Athelstan was at times, it was only fair to take responsibility right now. Too bad there were in fact five tickets to spend and he wondered whether he should just make paper planes out of the other four tickets he was still holding.

The younger Munn brother craned his neck, spotting a familiar shock of brown hair and raising his arm to wave frantically at Brydon - which was normal, given that was how he treated most of his friends. With other people around, their interactions were more strained, yet working out well enough to make sure they were just friends - until Stan would find a better definition for whatever it was they were doing.

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Stan is here with @Archibald Munn and gives him a fair warning not to vouch for a Nilsson. He drops his ticket for @Kala Faraji and waves happily at his bff @Brydon Wilkins (outft)

Dice Roll: 1d50: 36 = 36

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Samson Talbot
 Posted: Jul 22 2017, 05:22 PM
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Sam wasn’t sure just how about this whole thing he was. Why did centaurs need money? COuldn’t a herd, however decimated, care for parentless young until they were capable of fending for themselves? There were a lot of pieces to this that seemed to be missing, and he wasn’t sure if it fell on the Head Boy’s shoulders, or the Head Girl’s. Theodora, realistically, could handle the position. She was intelligent and driven. She was also pushing herself much further than her limits allowed, and so the Ravenclaw wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up in a bed in the hospital wing after too much longer.

As for Lenny? Well. Someone had to have made a clerical error somewhere. Sam didn’t understand how giving the Slytherin any measure of power was a good idea, unless he was being set up to fail. If that was the case, Hogwarts was cruel, crueler than it seemed at first glance, and ultimately, that would be really fucked up. He hoped that the kid did okay, but….

Ignoring the way that the slimy little con’s voice made him want to cringe as he introduced the willing victims on stage, Samson watched as his little sister dropped a ticket into Lyle’s box, giving the Gryffindor a salute that he was sure meant to say ‘godspeed, you beautiful bastard’. She was probably bidding on him so that if she won, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything too crazy. It had just been accepted fact that as his best friend’s little sister, Amita was Lyle’s sister too; the hilarity was that the difference between Big Ami and Little Ami was that Amelie Prideux would likely laugh at her brother’s misery before helping him.

Debating whether or not to cast his lot to try and rescue his bestie from potential doom -the viewers are aware that with Theodora basically out of commission and Lenny in charge, anything can happen, right???-, the towering Ravenclaw turned to head to the ticket keeper and refresh himself on the pricing. He had already spotted Amita a handful of coins for some tickets, and he could just pinch off of hers but-

He collided with a blonde girl -Florence, he thought she was called- and the drink that he had been holding sloshed out over his hand, Sam able to lean out of his own way and only catch a bit of the butterbeer on the toes of his Converse. “Hey, man. No harm, no foul,” he replied cheerfully, switching his drink to the other hand and flicking off the excess dripping from his fingertips, careful so as not to hit either of them. “Are you okay? My height makes navigating crowds weird sometimes.”

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Samson has a lot of feelings about the head students, is internally laughing about @Lysander Prideux’s unfortunate situation, contemplates bidding for him, and then runs into @Florence Ellis

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Gretchen Kirke-Faust
 Posted: Jul 24 2017, 01:19 PM
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Gretchen Kirke-Faust wasn’t entirely sure why she was there.

That was an odd thought. The girl had attended every social event that Hogwarts organised, whether she wanted to or not – and more often than not, she didn’t want to. The girl didn’t like crowds because she didn’t like people, or more accurately: people didn’t like her, and they weren’t afraid to let it show. Gretchen knew this, she knew she wasn’t wanted, could feel people wishing her away with every step she took. Walking through a crowded room felt like navigating a minefield. In a sense, she had internalised this antagonism against her. Even when she was surrounded by peers who couldn’t care less about her presence, she felt anxious, wishing herself away with every passing second. She’d be much more comfortable in the Ravenclaw tower, hiding behind a cauldron or a book, yet she showed up to these events regardless of how lonely and rejected they made her feel. She had to be seen, out and about, amongst them, having fun – even if she had to fake it, even if she had to fake everything. If she stayed away, the very people who wanted her gone would win. So she had to be there, socialise with those who didn’t judge by family names to spite those that did. It was something her father had taught her.

Gretchen marched towards the boxes of the volunteers with a faux confident stride, the usually characteristic ticking of her heels absent thanks to the lawns’ soft grass underneath her feet. Her kneazle-cat followed closely, effortlessly keeping up with his owner’s usual pace. Gretchen had never been one to saunter, and a quick step made it easier to keep her head high and her back straight and tall. Even when all she wanted to do was nervously look around her – panicky eyes shifting from one possible threat to another – and make herself smaller than the five foot short she already was. Those fears and insecurities were private, hers and hers alone, buried beneath layers of solid granite.

She passed Sindre Nilsson at the ticket boxes with the proud, stony demeanour of a gargoyle, only two boxes separating them as she halted at the one labelled ‘Njord Vikernes.’ Her French braid swept over her shoulder languidly as she turned her head to take notice of the Nilsson and the Poe, heavy lids partly obstructing cold blue eyes that refused to show any kind of recognition. She took her time to count her tickets, nails that twinkled with painted stars picking through them carefully, after all – she had just as much right to be there as anyone else. That was the point. So why did she still feel like she didn’t know why she had come?

Finally, the tickets found their way to Njord Vikernes’ box. All forty of them. She hoped her friend (were they friends?) appreciated it. They made an unlikely duo, a Faust and, on his mother’s side, a Nilsson. But being rights was a passion they had in common, so there was another reason for her to attend this charity event – the charity itself. For the life of her, she couldn’t imagine volunteering for this thing. The Ravenclaw glanced at the stage before turning away from the ticket boxes, to catch a glimpse of her ally and friend. She could only imagine the kind of anxiety she’d have to fight if she was up there, on display, but then the Hufflepuff was braver than her. She knew that from the moment he had enlisted her to save a mermaid from his own family. It demonstrated a kind of unwavering, steadfast belief in his own principles that the Faust could only envy. She wanted to support the charity, but she also wanted to support the kind, nature-loving pureblood who’d been the very first to change the stubborn witch’s mind about something. About him.

Her eyes consciously avoided the auctioneer as they tore themselves away from the stage. Another person she’d changed her mind about. She didn’t need to see the face that belonged to that familiar voice, the one that was announcing how he was still waiting for Koenig to marry him. Because why would anything have changed over the summer?

Billy lead her to a spot at the table – it’d be a mistake to say he followed her there, because while Gretchen always walked as if she had a specific goal in mind, that didn’t mean she did. Sometimes the witch was the one following the cat – and he had a clear target on his mind: food. He jumped on a seat and his owner sat down next to him, smoothing down her skirt and gesturing that she wanted to order, though she wasn’t really all that hungry. The girl rested her elbows against the edge of the table, listlessly twirling her wand between her fingers, while her feline companion kept an eye – and nose – out for oncoming food.

She knew why she was supposed to be there. There were reasons, good reasons. She just hoped it wasn’t really because it was organised by the Head Students, and she wanted to show support for a classmate who clearly had his eyes on much prettier girls. That’d be stupid. Right?

Right.

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Gretchen’s miserable but doesn’t show it, what else is new! She gives @Sindre Nilsson a stony look before bidding on her pal @Njord Vikernes. She then sits down at one of the tables with her kneazle-cat next to her and orders a meal.

Rolling for Njord: Dice Roll: 1d50: 50 = 50

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Ophelia Poe
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What happened to the fawns was tragic, of course. Losing their parents, their brothers
and sisters must have been the worst thing in the world for them, and while there was a side to Ophelia that felt attracted to the idea of such a tragedy, she couldn't imagine how she could've gone on in life if she had ever lost her own family. There were things, it seemed, that weren't quite worth the suffering they'd bring. So rather quickly, the eaglette had gathered her coins together, double checking under her bed and within the secret compartments of her dresser drawers and trunk for everything she had so she could donate it all to the fundraiser the head students had put together for the baby centaurs.

At the event, Ophelia could only bite her tongue as Lenny Plunkett explained the event and introduced their peers who were essentially selling themselves in a raffle. It made the girl feel guilty for enjoying the fundraiser as much as she did, her odd mind already painting portraits of each volunteer in her head, longing pain in their eyes as she imagined them all pining after her own pure soul. It was beautiful, like her, and through most of her time standing and watching the stage, the eaglette's head spun, mind a little frazzled from all the possibilities before. Of course, she'd have to win before any of her fantasies could become a reality, but the witch didn't mind her chances.

Shaking her head, Ophelia cleared her throat softly, innocently casting her eyes around her behind her sunglasses, a hint of blush coloring her cheeks. Daintily, she walked over towards the boxes, a finger gingerly tapping against the tickets in her grasp as she did her best to met the gaze of each volunteer, as if searching in their eyes if they were meant to be. After skipping a few contenders - not counting them out just yet - Ophelia stopped in front of a particularly handsome boy; a Gryffindor by his brawny looks alone, confirmed only by the fact that the blonde knew him by face.

The blonde smiled softly, her sunglasses sliding down her nose to reveal her eyes twinkling with the promise of an unattainable happy ending that belied her gentle features. She stood for a moment, as of her gaze whispered a prayer for herself before stepping forward and slipping a ticket inside his box. She blinked at him, her cheeks blushing brighter, then stepped away into the crowd, turning her head to search out any other perfect candidates for a whirlwind romance.

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ophelia is here to donate her money for the cause. she's excited to try and win someone, and decides to put her first ticket in @Felix Wolfhard's box.

Dice Roll: 1d50: 43 = 43

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Thanatos Helstrom
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Thanatos wasn’t sure what was going on, but Tori’s cousin and an unnamed girl decided to storm onto stage. Uncertain as to whether he should do anything about it, Thanatos settled on nothing. He had a feeling the two fourth years would not be happy to see him and his instinct was almost always correct in most cases. Staring in the direction of the stage, he wondered if Elias Deveaux knew about the purpose of the event before going up there. It seemed terribly reckless to rush in like that, but it wasn’t as if Thanatos would ever be doing something like that.

Instead, the Ravenclaw wondered if it was time for him to leave. The raffle tickets his sister handed to him were all placed in Tori’s box, so even if she did berate him for leaving early, he could at least tell her he did what she asked. Despite how unreasonable Kris could seem, she wasn’t that unreasonable of a person. She still operated on some type of logic, though the rules were still unknown to him.

Stealing a look around the crown, he made a brief study of everyone to ensure that none of his family was in the crowd. After a few seconds, he realized it would be a difficult feat considering there were hundreds of students gathered here. Eris and Hynos could be hiding somewhere further away from the stage, but since he couldn’t see them, there was a good chance his siblings couldn’t see him as well.

The decision to walk away was unanimous in his mind. As he turned around to walk away, he noticed something on the floor. Swooping down, Thanatos realized it was one of his tickets. His eyes studied the ground for more potentially misplaced tickets. It wasn’t typical of him to lost things because he was careful with his belongings. It might have been the large crowd and the rush to get to the boxes before everyone did, but he slipped up this time.

Deciding that the reason did not matter, he walked back up to Tori’s box and inserted the lost ticket. Here was hoping that he didn’t find anymore lost tickets.

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Thanatos realized he dropped one of his tickets on the ground and places it back in @Tori Deveaux-Carroll’s box.

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Cosimia Spiros
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Cosimia did not think much of this event, or any events that were held at Hogwarts, for that matter. Although she would much rather be anywhere but here, her parents had send her quite the nasty growler, showing their disappointment in her. Cosimia did not tell her parents about this fundraiser. They were obsessed with power and making a name for themselves in Great Britian, so naturally, they wanted Cosimia to get involved. In theory, they wanted her to win every person in the auction. Naturally, Cosimia would not allow that to happen. She was not going to put her ticket in every box, especially because she did not like a majority of the people up for grabs.

After pushing away her better judgement, Cosimia headed down to the event, arriving fashionably late. Settling into a seat in the back corner, Cosimia watched as her peers danced over each other, dropping little tickets into each others boxes, giving each other glances as they walked by. Cosimia ignored much of the commotion of the event, wondering where he tickets would fall. Her parents had sent her way to many tickets, hoping to throw their money down everyones throat. They did not care about the centaurs, or their causalities. For them, this fundraiser was all about power. About pushing Cosimia down everyones throat, and making her look like the star. Cosimia was not that interested. She enjoyed watching the drama unfold around the contestants, but that was the only good thing about this event. She wanted to strangle the headboy, who seemed just a little too happy to be here, and the crowd appeared to grow anxious of the impending outcomes of the auction. Did people really think this thing mattered that much?

Pushing herself from the chair, Cosimia decided to drop one ticket in a box. But whose box would she choose? Most of the people in the auction were accounted for, through various endeavors. While it would be interesting to see Kala's face if she put a ticket in her box, she really didn't want to spend an evening with Brydon's bff, let alone anyone that was associated with that annoyingly attractive lion. She moved slowly past their boxes, her blonde hair following behind her. Where would she end up? The only logical chose would be Mars. She wouldn't mind an evening with him, maybe smooching somewhere under the stars, but she did not need this auction to get that. She has known Mars since childhood, and his wild nature was known throughout the castle. After all, Cosimia was not the only person he was smooching with in Hogwarts. Nonetheless, he was the safe bet. With another thought, she dropped her ticket in Mars boxes, turning away quickly, looking for the exit. Although she wanted to leave, she decided to stick around for a bit longer. After all, what if she won?

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Cosimia was not interested in this event, nor what it stood for. Her parents were pressuring her to go, sending her a bunch of tickets and a nasty growler which forced her out of the dorm. She ultimately decided to give one ticket to @Martín Marzán, considering he would be just about the only person up for auction, that she would want to spend some time with.

<span style="border:red solid 3px;" class="dice-roll"> Dice Roll: 1d50: 9 = 9</span>

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