Selina Skies

September 11, 2020 5:47 AM
The term had gone somewhere. Selina was not entirely sure where or what sort of time magic had messed with it. In some ways, it had crawled by, some minutes taking hours as she waited to be busy enough again not to think. But now… now it was nearly done, and so much felt up in the air, and she wasn’t sure she’d done enough to make everything better. She had to admit that she was looking forward to getting a break though.

Before that happened, there was the steady routine of the end of term to work through, starting with gathering all the fifth and sixth years in the hall after breakfast and handing out their ballot papers. It was a small year group, and there weren’t as many choices as usual. Still, it would be interesting to see which way it went.

“Good morning,” she addressed the group, “As you probably know, you are here to vote for next year’s head students. Please consider the candidates carefully, and think about who you feel would do a good job.” It seemed like the office of head student was being taken increasingly seriously, and last year’s trend for putting up campaign posters had been repeated this year.

With a wave of her wand, she dismissed the voting slips (charm-proof and tamper-proof though she hoped that wasn’t really necessary). There was a large wooden box at the front of the room which they could deposit their slips in when they were done, before heading out to class.

OOC - the form can be found here.. Voting is in character. You do not have to reply to this post to vote but are welcome to do so.
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Heinrich Hexenmeister

September 12, 2020 6:47 PM
Heinrich had voted the previous year and half of his ballot had won. Gary had fallen to a Teppenpaw with posters. This year, again, the Aladren Prefect without Posters was up against the Teppenpaw Prefect with posters for Head Boy. Heinrich was not especially knowledgeable about who was friends with who, being one to mostly keep to himself unless doing so risked feeding the bad wolf, but he thought Dorian might be somewhat more popular than Nathaniel, and Heinrich was slightly less . . . Gary than Gary, so he couldn't write off his chances yet.

Truthfully, Heinrich was not entirely sure he wanted it. He didn't not want it, they way he hadn't wanted Prefect, mostly because he thought most people knew who he was by now and nobody had yet come up to him to demand a confirmation that yes he was the son of those Hexenmeisters. Still a little tendril of nerves still sat in his stomach thinking of next feast and being called up in front of everyone again. What if one of the new first years would be the one to recognize and out him as an assassin's firstborn?

So there had been no posters with his name on it. He didn't like seeing his last name written and displayed out where people could just stare at it and think about it.

On the other hand . . . he hadn't told anyone not to vote for him.

He was Aladren enough to think it would look good on his college applications next year, and if those schools recognized his name, he'd need every bit of help he could get to convince them he was not like his parents. The prefect badge might have been convincing on its own if he'd had any competition for it, but he hadn't. He'd been selected from a pool of one. This was his chance to prove he'd been given responsibility because he could handle it, because he was qualified, and not just by default.

That kind of validation would be reassuring. Also, he kind of enjoyed being a prefect, helping people, and thought he'd do a good job as Head Boy as well.

So he drew a check mark in the space next to his own name on this year's ballot, and looked down at the choices for Head Girl. This one was harder.

He had no strong opinions about either Caitlin or Sylvia. Caitlin was his fellow prefect and always seemed polite if a bit detached. This was, in his opinion, a good thing. He liked patrolling quietly without a lot of pointless conversation. They had a good working relationship, he thought. Sylvia had come to the potions lab this year, and seemed keen to improve her academics when they were already good, which he marked as a point in her favor, but she was almost a bit too friendly for his taste. He didn't think she'd been flirting with him exactly, but there was just something that had left him feeling vaguely uncomfortable without having any logical reason to base the feeling on. Possibly, it was just that he was bad at making friends when he didn't have any trauma or fictional adventure to bond over. He was just much more comfortable with Caitlin's co-existence than Sylvia's attentiveness.

Besides which, he felt reasonably sure Sylvia was not going to vote for Heinrich when her cousin was the one running against him, so he didn't feel too badly returning that favor.

He marked down a check beside Caitlin's name and turned in his ballot.
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