Headmaster David Regal
February 06, 2011 11:21 PM
Official Opening! by Headmaster David Regal
Finally – finally – the Magical Constructing Company hired to build the new room, had finished its work. It was ready a few weeks later than they had said, but that was normal when one constructed something. David was happy that they were done, and now the students and the Staff members would be able to enjoy a space were one could relax and improve their skills.Before Sadi left, she had given him all the information concerning the project, the generous contributions made by some of the families, and her plans for it. The Headmaster thought what Sadi had done had made his job fairly easier, he just had to supervise the actual construction and talk with the engineers, decorators, charmers, and whatnot. It hadn’t been that terrible. The only thing that had annoyed him was their lack of punctuality. The room was supposed to be finished the day term started, but one thing or another got in their way and things were unfinished. The Headmaster had given them a piece of his mind. Thankfully, they had taken seriously to what he had said.
It was time to inaugurate it and David was really excited for it. The general idea of it was amazing, and it would give the students breathing space from the tediousness of classes; routines would be broken and replaced for new ones. The Headmaster had the idea of making use of the room himself, distractions were always welcomed. David was especially looking forward to using the Music Room since he had the urge to play guitar. It had been years since the last time he had done so – in his youth he had been part of a band, a very awesome band. One he had to quit when he moved to the United States, and he missed it. A Lot.
Wearing his best set of midnight blue robes, David was prepared to officially inaugurate the MARS room. MARS was an acronym for Magical Arts Room and Sports, and it was a good name, in his very humble opinion. The sixty-year-old man had already announced this joyous occasion, making sure every bulletin-board had the announcement enabling ALL of the students to know about it.
Headmaster Regal made sure everything was in order; refreshments had would be provided to the students and Staff that came. The outer room was filled with couches and tables, and the rooms were ready to be used. People finally began to arrive, and the Headmaster smiled at them. He couldn’t wait to start this!
Once the room was fairly full, he cleared his throat and addressed the people gathered, “Welcome to Magical Arts Room and Sports! I hope you will find the place full of adventures and good moments. I would like to thank the families that funded the project, since they are cooperating with your education.” David clapped for a few minutes to thank the families. “Now, you may go and get to know everything about the rooms.” Pamphlets were scattered about to give everyone the information needed to start using the rooms and its wonders.
OOC: Have fun! and use your imagination!
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Headmaster David Regal
Official Opening!
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Neal Padrig
February 06, 2011 11:59 PM
Oh hey, <i>this</i> is new by Neal Padrig
Magical new rooms weren’t a hot commodity and Neal hardly expected his school to go under construction during his time there, so it was nothing short of a very pleasant surprise when he heard about the plans to add on to Sonora. Having only been around Muggle construction – the high school in his district had undergone a few renovations and there were a few houses that went up in his neighborhood – he had imagined things to run much smoother with wizards and witches behind the project. Though it didn’t happen overnight, Neal was positive it still came together rather quickly, and he was proud to say that he was one of the first people to show up on the day of it’s inauguration.Something new and exciting like this was just the sort of thing Neal needed. Just looking around the crowd in the room had his recently somber spirits brightening up and buzzing with curious energy. Heck, even the food in this room tasted better than it had in Cascade Hall. He was sure the novelty would eventually wear down, but he hoped it wouldn’t be completely zapped anytime soon. He liked the amped up liveliness the room and people filling it seemed to give off.
Flipping his messy mahogany hair out of his eyes, Neal shushed his whirring thoughts and tried to be attentive once the Headmaster started speaking. Thankfully he hadn’t said very much, getting right to the point. In fact, if he had tried to sum it up anymore, he probably would’ve ended up just saying, “Here’s a room, enjoy!” (Not that Neal would have opposed a short and straightforward speech of that nature, but he was sure someone would question the guy’s public speaking skills.)
Tugging a pamphlet out of his pocket, Neal spread it open and gave it yet another calculating glance through for the umpteenth time. He had picked it when he had entered the room and had exhausted every word and picture by now, but he was too excited to care that he was rereading and wasting time when he could be seeing the new rooms firsthand. Really, not one room, five! No arguing that this seriously beat any expectations he could have set.
Noticing someone also looking at a pamphlet nearby, he wondered if they had anything planned yet or if they were just winging it, too. Pocketing his pamphlet again in the back of his jeans, Neal walked over to them. “Hey,” he said after approaching them, hopefully soft enough to not startle them as they read yet loud enough to be heard over the crowd. “Want to check out the rooms together? I was thinking of taking a look at them all in order by myself, but it would be more fun to do it with someone else. What do you say?”
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Neal Padrig
Oh hey, <i>this</i> is new
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Renée Errant
February 07, 2011 12:31 AM
Are those the waves or is it Adventure calling out to me? by Renée Errant
Renée felt herself get caught up in the general excitement of the room. She grinned rather blankly as she wasn't really listening to the words said by the new Headmaster, or anybody around her really, but was just enjoying looking at the enthusiastic faces around her. She couldn't stop the joyous giggle bubbling up from her chest. 'Something fun is happening. Something exciting is happening.' Her thoughts weren't grounded; she felt illuminated with feeling.She walked through people, her hand grabbing a pamphlet and began to lightly turn the pages, glancing more at the pictures than at the words. Despite the lack of friends, she was very happy at Sonora. Renée had always sought adventure over friendship anyway, and Sonora always seemed eager to satisfy that particular need of hers. The gardens had seemed enough, but now with this room she could hardly believe she had been able to stand Sonora without it.
She curled a long dark curl out of her face and behind her ear, studying the pamphlet that discussed Room One. She beamed at the description, but excitement overtook her finally, so much that she felt she couldn't even move.
“Hey. She didn't hear the greeting at first, still stuck on the picture. But eventually her mind started to work again and she looked up to see a familiar face. "Hey." She liked Neal for three reasons that seemed important to her when considering who she would like to know. He was in Pecari (a house she couldn't help but admire), he was adventurous, and he was color-blind (a trait that to her made him seem all the more fascinating).
“Want to check out the rooms together? I was thinking of taking a look at them all in order by myself, but it would be more fun to do it with someone else. What do you say?”
"Oh yes." She breathed happily, brown eyes wide in excitement. "Yes, I do. I'd love to see the water. It says it has an ocean here." Her whole face was enraptured with the thought. "Can you believe it?" She laughed and started for the door waiting for Neal to go with her, excited for yet again another adventure.
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Renée Errant
Are those the waves or is it Adventure calling out to me?
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Neal
February 07, 2011 1:54 AM
Those definitely look like Waves o’ Adventure to me by Neal
Though he hadn’t really gotten much of a look at who he was waltzing right up to, he was glad to see Renée’s face look at him and respond. He hadn’t gotten to see much of her now that he was in intermediate classes, and every time he swung by any of his typical haunts she didn’t seem to be around. But there was seriously no better person to explore this new place with, seeing as her thirst for different and new easily matched his own. And really, what an awesome place to reconnect.“Great! Then what the heck are we waiting for?” he exclaimed happily when she agreed, ready to follow her. Where Neal was more passive with most things, Renée struck him as a bold and fearless leader type. He felt it would only be natural to fall into step after her. He internally frowned at that, and amended that he wouldn’t be totally behind, but… more like off to the side? Yeah, she’d lead and he’d be off to the side. It sounded more masculine that way. “Then let the journey begin!”
“It says it has an ocean here. Can you believe it?" He laughed along with her and nodded. “Yeah, I saw that, but I got sick of looking at it after a while. It’s time to actually see it for ourselves instead of in little pictures.” He walked up to the door, turning to make sure she wasn’t getting too lost in the crowd. A good amount of people had showed up, and it’d be no good to spend their entire time crowd surfing when they needed to take advantage of the time they had to scope out the place.
Arriving at the first room, he saw a few people leave and shut it behind them, chatting animatedly about how great the view of the river they just saw was. Geeze, that’s great and all, but Neal didn’t want to see something like that. He wanted something a little more edgy, like an actual ocean. Taking a breath, he made sure Renée was around before putting his hand on the clean doorknob. “Ready for Room 1?” he breathed excitedly, anticipation written all over his face. He opened the door outwards for her, ending up slightly behind it so he couldn’t look in himself.
“If there isn’t a huge bay or ocean you’re looking at right now, tell me so that I can keep closing and opening it until we see something as cool as that.” He said it jokingly, but he meant it. How could he get the full effect of feeling like he was dropped in the middle of a far-off place if he came face to face with a lake or something he could see any day of the week back home? He waited behind the door patiently for Renée to give him the thumbs up or down.
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Neal
Those definitely look like Waves o’ Adventure to me
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Renée
February 07, 2011 7:56 PM
They be strong tides today, Matey. (that was my pirate talk) by Renée
The room had grown increasingly crowded and Renée had to weave her way through different people to keep in step with Neal. She was shorter than him and so for the moment trusted him to find the door. Eventually they did reach Room One and Renée pulled up beside him. She smiled after hearing a group leave the room, each enthusiastically reliving their experience with some river. All bodies of water excited Renée; the lake was mysterious, the river was playful, but the ocean was the greatest of all. Nothing but raw power and a seemingly endless supply of that.She flashed a set of white teeth at Neal, her smile naturally a little crooked but cute. "I'm always ready." She waited with excited impatience for him to open the door. "Oh..." Her hand leaped to her neck, an excited habit she had. It slid down a little to just rest on her chest. The view Neal had just given her was exactly like stepping through a doorway and onto the beach. It wasn't the beach she was expecting, however. It was even better. "Oh, Neal, c'mon!" She bounded through the doorway and let out a loud laugh that couldn't be heard through the storm that she had just hurtled herself into.
Instead of a beautiful sunny day at the beach, the sand beneath her feet was cold; the sky a violent dark gray; the wind was strong, shaking the surrounding trees and scattered bushes in the sand; and the waves were spectacular. "Neal, are you coming?" She called behind her, most of her voice lost in the wind. She balanced on one foot and then the other as she took off her shoes and left them where they fell, turning around and waiting for Neal to join her so they could walk slightly downhill on the sand to the crashing dark waves below. Her long curls were billowing in front of her face and eyes. She pushed them away to see and grin at him.
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Renée
They be strong tides today, Matey. (that was my pirate talk)
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Neal
February 13, 2011 7:34 PM
But <i>Talk Like a Pirate Day</i> isn't until September! by Neal
Neal watched Renée’s look of awe and hoped this translated into a very good thing; that whatever she was seeing right now would meet his expectations. Admittedly, the mahogany haired second year could get excited over virtually nothing, but since he had a picture in his mind of what he wanted to see already setting in, disappointment was very possible. Finally she rushed in, calling out to him. Not needing any more nudging than that, Neal ditched his post to follow in after her.Counting on Renée’s expression was not a fault on his part, because she portrayed the perfect reaction to walking in on such a scene. His idea of a beach had been of the middle-of-a-steamy-crowded-day-in-June variety, but what he was standing in right now was so much better than that. The sky warned of an approaching storm, the wind only adding to the distinct feel of approaching of rain. Taking in the strong, briny smell, Neal felt a weight he had been carrying around with him lift off. Was this all he needed when he was bothered? – to just come here? If so, this project had excellent timing with when it was finished.
”Neal, are you coming?” Neal barely heard Renée through the wind, but some part of his mind was keeping tabs on her so he would be ready to listen in if she pointed anything out.
“Give me a sec!” he called back, liking her idea of taking his sneakers and socks off and setting them aside. If he lost them, he could always Accio them later, so he wasn’t too worried about them. He also should have probably worn shorts instead of the jeans and he was wearing, but he didn’t care if he got wet. In fact, he hoped he could run around the waves a bit (not too far out in weather like this – he was excited, not stupid) and that it would rain and he could enjoy the feeling of being completely soaked. Things like that made a person feel more real.
It only took a few seconds and he was tumbling away from his spot and over to his partner in crime. “Alright, coming!” He had just caught up to her when she turned on the spot, and Neal felt his heart jump in his chest. With the waves behind, and her hair fluttering out around her, and that smile that would make anyone wonder what she was up to, Neal could only register a single thought at a time. Pretty. Shaking his head to tumble his thoughts around so he wouldn’t have to be stuck on one track, he smiled. “Okay, let’s check this place out then before other people crash our party and we have to move on.” He didn’t think too much about the ‘why,’ but the thought of being interrupted seemed frustrating.
He looked around the beach, appreciating the sand under his feet. As quickly as the wind had picked up it dropped down, making talking easier to do. It must mean rain was even closer, if he had to guess. “I haven’t been to a lot of beaches, so I can’t tell if this is supposed to be modeled after a place or if this came to be all on its own. What do you think?”
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OOC: Sorry for the late reply – ‘tis very lame of me ^^'
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Neal
But <i>Talk Like a Pirate Day</i> isn't until September!
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Renée
February 14, 2011 1:07 AM
I always seem to miss these memos. by Renée
Renée spread her arms out and started the shaky walk down the sand hill, giggling as she slid into the cool wet sand. The wind had suddenly died down and she could hear Neal clearly, though the waves continued to pound. She felt as if she were vibrating. She placed a hand briefly on her heart, unable to fully convince herself that she wasn't. "I didn't even think about that." She replied, looking around. "It doesn't look familiar to me, but I haven't been to the beach in a few years. At least, not one as huge as this." She tugged at her curls, kicking off some sand from a shell on the ground, and for a minute she was silent and still, just taking the time to appreciate the beauty.Two seconds of silence... three seconds of silence... four seconds of -
"Neal! Race you!" Her face had lit up and she graced him with a wicked half grin before taking off across the beach, no finish line in sight, just enjoying the hurtling run; wind hitting her, and the freezing waves teasing her feet. She laughed loudly as she ran, even while her teeth chattered in the growing cold. Even while her feet splashed the water and her robes dragged on the wet sand. She tripped a few times but that did not deter her. She didn't yet notice the icy droplets padding on her arms, legs, and scalp. Her school robes became heavy, and her dark curls were suddenly flattening on her head. She gasped out of breath and finally stumbled to a stop, still laughing, hunched over her knees.
"Neal!" She giggled out his name for no reason at all but just to say it. It didn't feel like school. This place was too amazing, too special. She thought about what he had said about people crashing their party. She didn't want that either. This place should be theirs alone.
She straightened up somewhat, blinking through the light drizzle, and turned around to see if she could see the door they'd gone through or not. "Merlin, it's f-freezing." She shivered and took out her wand from her sagging robes. "Incen - Incendi - o." There was a brief flicker of sparks on the sand but then nothing. She paused for a moment, wand still outstretched, her brain finally catching up to her actions. "Tell me I did not just attempt to set fire to the beach." She shook her head, grinning at herself, bewildered by her own stupidity. "You don't know a warming spell, do you?" She asked, stuffing her wand away and hugging her arms to herself. She looked up at Neal expectantly. He was older and took intermediate lessons. In her mind, he knew all the answers. "Poor muggles." She murmured. "I wonder how they stay warm."
ooc: don't worry. i won't make you walk the plank just yet. :)
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Renée
I always seem to miss these memos.
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Neal
February 17, 2011 12:13 AM
I’ll just have to keep you up to speed then by Neal
“Hey, that’s such a cheap start!” Neal joked as he took off after Renée’s heels. He wasn’t sure where they were racing to, so he sprinted close enough to trail behind to see where she was heading and if he even had a shot at beating her. He wouldn’t be surprised if she declared herself ‘winner’ if just for the fact he wasn’t zooming ahead of her. Of course, he figured he had a good shot at getting ahead of her whenever he had to, Neal was in shape; he’d always been involved in a lot of Muggle sports and liked to take part in whatever ones he could during the summertime, so a spontaneous race wasn’t something that he wouldn’t put up a good fight in. Still, this was relaxed, and just to spend time with Renée as they ran around the sand and had clumsy moments where they tripped over themselves was fine by him. He didn’t need to win, because he already felt like he was getting some sort of reward.At the feeling of rain pattering his skin, Neal figured the storm was starting and sighed happily into it. He followed the brunette’s line of sight to the door, seeing it was a good trek back to the thing. Feeling his own robes dampen, he heard Renée try to conjure up fire in the middle of a rain storm. “Really?” he berated lightly, tilting his head to the side as he often did when at a loss, though with a good-natured smile.
"Tell me I did not just attempt to set fire to the beach," she said, as if she realized herself.
“You did not just attempt to set fire to the beach,” he supplied before chuckling. “… Even though you did, and in the middle of a rainstorm.” He didn’t think it was stupid, no, but confident. She was confident, more so than he’d ever be, and it was admirable.
She held herself and looked up to him, asking if he knew a warming spell. “Well, since you asked so nicely and the whole Incendio thing didn’t work out…” he grinned, showing he was only messing around. He took his own wand from his back pocket, relieved it didn’t somehow fall out during his careless run. He had two spells that came to mind, one being a charm to dry themselves (which was useless since they’d just keep getting wet until they reached the door, and besides he wasn’t sure he remembered exactly how the spell went) and another being a Hot Air Charm, which he had messed around with a bit when he was trying to dry off his things after his Quiddtich match his first year.
Waving his wand towards her clothes, he repeated the spell he had memorized and watched as hot air breezed out from the tip, something he might not have been able to see if not for the fact that it the rain was also being pushed away from what his wand was emitting. He liked rain, and he was used to it enough thanks to growing up in weather like this all the time, so the cold and wetness didn’t bother him enough to even consider trying the spell on himself.
He smiled at her question, wondering if maybe she was a pureblood. He didn’t know, he never asked about that sort of thing. He was a halfblood, so he knew how touchy that subject could be to certain parties, even if it never bothered him. “Well, whenever it gets chilly, when my dad isn’t around to Charm up a heater for my mam, she likes to dress in layers – coats, sweaters, things like that. I guess you don’t have much Muggle interaction then?” His mam was probably counting down the days until he could use magic legally and also be another personal spell caster, but there was no point in mentioning that. He wondered if Renée had ever talked to a Muggle if she was a pureblood, and he entertained the idea of her meeting his Muggle parent. ’That might be funny to see happen,’ he thought, smiling stupidly to himself at the notion.
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OOC: Sweet, one less thing to worry about!
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Neal
I’ll just have to keep you up to speed then
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Renée
February 18, 2011 9:19 PM
Guess that means I'll be seeing you around. by Renée
Renée smiled at his teasing, then spread her arms out when he cast the spell over her. "Mmmm." She sighed happily at the warmth spreading through her robes, her feet, her skin. "Gracias." She flexed her toes, digging them into the sand, and then promptly sat down Indian style, combing her fingers through her still drenched curls and started weaning the water out. She looked up at Neal briefly. "You're not going to warm yourself?" He looked like something she couldn't quite recall. 'Lord Medina.' She remembered the tale of the Spanish sailor, having lost his crew to the forces of a greater dark wizard. She had a vague sketch of him in one of her books. Trudging up the shore with nothing on him but ripped rich garments and his wand. 'But so determined, and brave.' She beamed at Neal suddenly. 'He looks better tragic.'"Ah, no, not really." Renée answered, still wringing her hair in her hands before flipping it back. "My father's muggleborn, but we don't really visit his parents or family much. Mama doesn't really like the muggle world. It makes her uncomfortable I guess. I like this world better too. Ah, that's better." She shook her head, her hair slightly frizzier now. "Dry." She looked over at Neal. "What does your dad do? Something exciting? Is that why he's away sometimes?" She let her head fall back, relaxing on the sand and watching the ever rapidly darkening sky. She knew at some point they'd have to go back, she had just forgotten that fact temporarily. It seemed strange to leave their spot. School seemed like a dim memory. She felt so warm and comfortable, listening to the lulling of the crashing waves. Her fingers and toes lightly stroked the sand. She almost wanted to just get up and swim, never mind the fact that she had just gotten dry.
"I wonder how real this all is." She said aloud, echoing Neal's point earlier. "I haven't heard a sea gull yet. But this enchantment is so realistic. The wind, the rain, the sand. Do they have animals here too? And are they real as well?" Her eyes blinked as a rain drop fell into them. She sat up again, looking curiously at the water, then started pulling off her school robes. "Just a quick dip." She stated breathlessly, growing excited at yet another incomplete thought; it was hard for her to stay still for long. "Quiero ver algo. Cualquier cosa." She shrugged off her robe and then stood in her white tank top and brown jean shorts.
Stepping quickly, her feet dancing on the sand to avoid the hard shells spread out closer to the shore, she made contact with the water. Thanks to Neal's spell she didn't feel quite as cold, though she could still guess within the ball park of the temperature. "Merlin's pants on a stick!" Her teeth chattered but she continued tentative steps into the crashing waves.
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Renée
Guess that means I'll be seeing you around.
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