[WHAT EVEN PASSES FOR VIDEO IN HOGWARTS.]

In lieu of the upcoming examinations and Quidditch games, I just wanted to say a few things. Slytherins might be cunning, and Ravenclaws might be smart, and Gryffindors might be brave - but while those three Houses are busy battling over who's the best house, Hufflepuffs are going to just steal this from under your noses. Through hard work and competence. Cool as cucumbers.

This is our year, people. And if it turns out it's not our year, we'll still have a celebratory House feast before the holiday anyway.

Now, if anyone's seen a Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland book with a pink Sugar Quill as a bookmark, that's mine and I'd appreciate it be returned. Thanks.

[ooc; Your dedicated, lovely 7th year Hufflepuff, Mae Crawford here with words of wisdom. Hufflepuffs can feel free to 'action' this baby, as she'll be studying for N.E.W.T.s, but non-Hufflepuffs are welcome to loving the view.]

[ At first, the lines on the page are slow to appear. The one behind the quill is mindful of the looming presence of the staff member on duty for detention. Al's never been good at this school business nor containing his enthusiasms. Though it's only a matter of hours before his release and he's been assigned with a relatively harmless, if not tedious, task, he's decided to make the most of the evening on his own terms while supervision is lax. ]



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Give an innocent man some entertainment for a minute? Better yet tell him some magic mumbo jumbo that might get him out of a tight spot.


[filtered text to Jimmy Darmody]

Tell me you're alive out there Princeton.

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[ Gryffindor welcomes another hot-head! Al has gotten himself landed in detention for Friday evening and would appreciate any and all help and entertainment as he shirks responsibility. Open to text, action, blow his cover with a video communication-- go for broke! ]

[The library's supposed to be quiet, but keeping quiet has always been pretty difficult for him, and now's no different, even if he's meant to be studying for something or another -- he's already forgotten what. So when he turns the video on, he's sitting there with his feet up on a table, absentmindedly pointing his wand at a stack of books and making them levitate.]

I'm pretty sure this about the only thing I'm going to get out of these books, anyway. I mean, sure, everybody's studying, but it's the weekend. Doesn't anyone want to do something other than study for exams?

[He stops paying attention to what he's doing for a moment, in favor of addressing the video directly, and the books clatter onto the table with several thuds that earn him a glare from other, more studious individuals.]

Okay, okay, I can't be the only one who's pretty sure they're bad at every single class, right? So maybe we can all get together and commiserate. Or go somewhere other than the library. Somewhere other than the library sounds great. Who's with me?

[[OOC: He's a 7th year Hufflepuff, and he's not all that fond of school. In fact, he'd rather be doing just about anything than studying. Who wants to help him slack off?!]

To anyone with half a thought for the continued sanctity of their shoes: it'd be best to avoid the corridor leading out to the courtyard. Someone's dropped a veritable barrage of Dungbombs and Stink Pellets and goodness knows what else down there, and the whole thing is a right awful mess.

To the person who thought it'd be funny to drop a veritable barrage of Dungbombs and Stink Pellets in the corridor leading out to the courtyard: you'd best hope I'm in a good mood when I find you. (With examinations right around the corner, that's rather unlikely at this point.)


( Private...Magic Book Post...Thing...to Steve )

[ video ]
[Guess who's on screen and looking happier than she's looked in months? THIS GIRL. Who's wearing her house pride on her chest? THIS GIRL. Broom in hand, decked head to toe in her house colors, she is ready to kick ass and take snitches. Or at least a few bludgers.]

RAVENCLAW IS GOING DOWN!

Yeah, I'm talking to you, Brainy Boy. Tomorrow? You're going down. [She loves you, Chekov.]


[ action ]
[Korra can be found running through the streets, shouting "HUFFLEPUFF RUUUUUUUUUULES!!!!!!!"]

[Anya is calm, cool, and collected, dressed in Slyherin colors with a small smile on her face as she twiddles with her wand.]

This is a friendly reminder that the Dueling Club is going to be having a meeting tonight in the Great Hall after dinner. We're currently accepting new members, though if it's your first time attending a meeting, you WILL be required to show us your skills.

[Gotta make sure everybody's up to snuff. The last thing they need is somebody hurting themselves because they don't know what they're doing...]

Think of this as...a good way to get your mind's off tomorrow's game. Which Slytherin will, of course, win.

[And oh, doesn't she look smug and confident at that.]

See you tonight.

[And Anya will just be chilling in the Great Hall, sitting on the Slytherin table, practicing charms and trying to keep her mind distracted from pre-game jitters.]