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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Jackson Mackenna

August 01, 2010 9:37 PM
Jackson was excited about the fair; he had loved them as a child. He could remember spending half his summers at wizarding and muggle fairs alike. So once he had heard that Sonora would be having one this term he had become extremely excited until he had realized he was expected to help run the fair. Couldn’t they just have hired a group of carnies so the staff could enjoy the fair also? Yet not wanting to cause waves in his first term he hadn’t actually broached the subject with the senior staff. Heck he was still half scared that the Headmistress would come to her senses and fire him, so begrudgingly he had volunteered to help out.

He was no good with food, and he didn’t trust himself to not hop on a ride if he were running it so he had offered to run the broom race. It was a simple enough route, straight forward, then a quick right turn, a fairly steep ‘hill’ into a long dark tunnel, then a quick left, a fairly steep dive, and finally back to the start. Of course some would say it was unsafe but Jackson himself had placed a charm on the track and would be alerted if any student was fell or pushed off their broom. Plus the walls and the ground around the track was thickly padded with muggle wrestling mats, and charmed to make if feel like the student had fallen on a cloud.

The race itself was done on the top of the time Guetta Racing Brooms, he had been able to procure though a close friend. Four students at a time would go. Each player would receive a button that read. I raced a GRB and lived to tell the tale! Sure it was a shameless plug but what did they expect they were free brooms! Winning the race got your name in the running to win one of the brooms at the end of the night. The students could play as many times as they wanted but once they won their name would not be entered again for the broom, to keep the raffle fair.

Finally it seemed like the other booths, games, and rides were open so Jackson allowed the first students to get on the brooms. He explained the rules, and warned them that he would know if they had cheated to win and with a ready, set, go, the first racers were off!
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Helena Layne

August 02, 2010 9:32 PM
Fairs were of no real interest to her, but leaving as soon as she finished her presentations and covertly checked out her former classmates' performances was not something that Helena was prepared to do. It would be like admitting that she was scared to see certain other guests again, and that was simply not acceptable. She had a private resolution to never be openly afraid again.

Part of her knew this was grandiose, fool-headed, and most likely undoable. This part was very much a Crotalus still. Even it acknowledged that she could never let being afraid of Anne dictate where she could and could not go at will, though, so that was all right. Especially since Anne and Geoff were, by careful observation of her surroundings and knowledge of their typical behaviors, being kept at least twenty feet away from her at all times.

Since Anne didn't believe in standing still, she got to see everything despite the need to keep that distance. A light breeze lifted her straightened, shoulder-length light brown hair where it framed her face, and she stopped sipping on something that tasted like artificial cherries long enough to close her green eyes and enjoy it for a moment.

After that moment, she had to pull one of her heels out of the grass. Dressing quasi-professionally for the sake of a show, and for keeping character, was all well and good, but she thought she should have put a little more thought into her choice of footwear. The leather heels were not exactly her cheapest pair of shoes, and it was going to take a good while with a steady wand to get them back into shape after this.

There was no telling how many hours she had spent on the Quidditch Pitch when she was a student here, mostly because her tenuous bonds with her teammates had been the only real connection to anyone other than her brother that she'd had until her last few years; Oliver, Josh, and Spindler were in some of her best memories of the place, but even two of them were associated with this place. She might have dug any number of shoes out of this exact point on the map before, but her sense of place was all scrambled by time and the dark and the bizarre carnival getup of the place. She clapped absently for the new Head People, disappointed to remember them both as Aladrens, and resumed moving.

By gradual drift, with an occasional glance toward the last known positions of her family to ensure that they had not gotten within range, she ended up watching a broom race. It wasn't much to watch, though; the riders were blurs. She finished off her drink and smiled nostalgically. It had only been a year since she'd last been on a broom, a long ride on that last morning, but it felt like it had been several lifetimes.

"You know," she remarked to someone who'd just come up beside her, "Fawcett must have spiked the punch, because I'm half-considering doing that." She nodded to the racers to illustrate what she meant.
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