Headmaster Brockert
May 01, 2015 1:36 PM
Renaissance Faire! by Headmaster Brockert
This year's annual Midsummer Event was to be a Renaissance Faire. Honestly, despite the horrible things that had been done to witches and wizards in this time period-or rather the unsuccessful attempts that stemmed from hostile intentions of Muggles-Mortimer had to admit, he did prefer this to last year's ball. He really didn't much enjoy hormonal, overly emotional, teenagers causing more drama than usual and getting together to listen to bad music. Really, the quality of popular music seemed to get worse every year.On the other hand, today's musical selections would be the tunes of long ago. As would everything else. There were stands featuring merchants selling their medieval and Renaissance themed wares including handicrafts, artwork, books, clothing, as well as of course, food and drink. While the other items were available for a small price, food and drink were free. There were also handicraft demonstrations where students could make things themselves if so inclined and medieval themed games, such as archery, axe throwing-with axes charmed to only stick in the word and not cut anyone-and a dunk tank. Not to mention live animal and falconry displays and a chance to learn about the time period, celebrating all that wizards had done back then....like devise ways to avoid being killed by Muggles who considered them evil. Some of that might not be politically correct but it wasn't a politically correct time period. It was a hard brutal one, and yes, some of that was going to be taught. Besides, if anything, Muggleborns were the ones more likely to be in danger anyway. The day would commence with a traditional feast while watching a joust.
The California Pierces had been hired to wander around putting on skits, juggling, playing music and interacting with the crowd like those in Elizabethan England, as well as a fortune telling booth. Anything that they didn't provide, others had been hired to do. No student or staff member had to do any work for this event, beyond those Advanced Charms students who had to present research projects. Granted there was also the little California Pierce girl who Mortimer basically realized existed because she was in the same year and house as Owen and played Keeper for the combined "Teppalus" Quidditch team. It was certainly possible that her family would put her to work too.
He stood on the main stage, which would serve for performances later in the day, and cast the Sonorous Charm on himself. "Welcome to Sonora's Annual Midsummer Event, our Renaissance Faire. There are no other announcements at this time, so please enjoy yourselves." Mortimer really did mean it this time, because while he genuinely didn't care about people's enjoyment that much usually, they'd rather gone all out on this. He stepped down and went to get himself an old time medieval breakfast.
OOC-Students would have also gotten their yearbooks and I'm sure Amelle will get them up when she can. You may write for any fair vendors other than the California Pierces. Have fun!
Subthreads: Fortunes, Forecasts, Lucky Charms! by California Pierces
Where's Wendy? by Rupert Princeton with Wendy Canterbury, Rupert
What now? (Tag Shino) by Jamie Park with Uzume Shinohara, Shino
Melancholy on my mind. by Ava Fletcher with The Jareaus
Mixing friends (Tag: Atlas & Duncan) by Liliana Bannister with Duncan Brockert, Atlas Primred
Hat trouble by Ji-Eun Park
Looking for friends (Caelia tags Kelsey, Emrys tags anyone) by Emrys & Caelia Lucan with Kelsey Atwater, Caelia Lucan
It's over..(Tag Effie) by Amity Brockert with Effie Arbon
Feeling a little on edge. by John Umland
You can't make old friends. by Joella Curtis and Alistair Johnson
More good than bad, I think. by Barnaby Pye with Anonymous
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Rupert Princeton
May 05, 2015 2:09 PM
Where's Wendy? by Rupert Princeton
Having a Renaissance Faire as the Midsummer Event was a unique idea and a lovely ending to Rupert's academic career. He'd never been to a Faire like this before and he was looking forward to seeing everything with his girlfriend. Though Rupert was feeling somewhat glad to be finished with classes and his projects, his year was not ending on a high note.Despite his efforts at playing well during the Aladren match, Rupert hadn't received any offers from any American professional Quidditch leagues. It was as if the scouts had simply glanced at the score and went on their merry way. There were a few teams that were interested in him, but all were from the United Kingdom. The English under-17's team he'd been a part of during the summer had really benefited him there, but that meant he had to return back home for the foreseeable future.
It wasn't as devastating as not making it to any Quidditch team at all, but it did mean he would have to leave a country he'd come to love and a witch he admired dearly. Thinking about Wendy still made Rupert feel like a fool, but it was more acceptable now that she reciprocated his feelings. He had told her briefly that he had been scouted by an English Quidditch team. If he joined one, he would join the Puddlemere United Reserve Team, a coveted position he wasn't likely to pass up. His father had been ecstatic upon hearing the news, but Rup wasn't aiming to please his father. He wanted to know what Wendy thought.
They had planned to meet at the Faire, their last date before graduation. He was waiting at the entrance, his brown eyes focused on the stands inside without really seeing them. He wondered if Wendy would want to part ways. She didn't seem to fancy him as much as he fancied her and sometimes Rupert wondered if she ever missed the first summer romance she'd had. Parting from her looked like agony to him, but Rupert would understand. If he decided to join Puddlemere United's Reserve Team, Rup would most certainly be with them for the next ten years at least. Without a Quidditch team to sponsor him here in America, he wouldn't be able to stay as an international student unless he enrolled back into school.
Things were complicated and Rupert wanted Wendy to be here so he could talk with her and feel more at ease. There was an air about her that he loved. He would miss her terribly when he was away. When he saw her, his face brightened and he kissed her in greeting. "Hello," he said afterwards. "Shall we go in?" He offered his hand to her, suddenly feeling brighter despite the melancholy thoughts he'd been thinking.
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Wendy Canterbury
May 08, 2015 3:18 AM
Here I am! by Wendy Canterbury
There were a lot of thoughts going on in Wendy's mind. She had been very busy as Head Girl, but since that was her only responsibility it actually wasn't that bad. Unlike her crazy-busy sister, Wendy could never live without those breathers and times of fun. Plus she needed time for Rupert. After this year, who knew what would happen between them?Wendy was a firm believer that there was a season for everything and she was just meant to enjoy it while it lasted. She wasn't as ambitious as Waverly and really liked living in Phoenix even if it did get a little nasty and dirty at times. She was a desert girl through and through. When Rupert had told her in passing about getting accepted to an English Quidditch team, she'd been very excited for him but knew in her heart she could never go with him. She liked Rupert a lot, but not as much as she loved her home.
The bustle of the Midsummer Event was exciting, a process she had been very much a part of as Head Girl. Now, as she walked onto the warm, gentle grass of the Quidditch field in black slippers and an authentic-looking Renaissance-style dress, she felt like she was getting closure. After today, she would leave Sonora's grounds forever and let the future take hold. For now, she was going to enjoy her last Midsummer Event and enjoy the rented costume dress she had ordered via owl. Wendy's blonde hair was braided in an updo with little flowers much like the Renaissance women she had researched during the winter break. It would get very hot fast, but today she would bear it instead of bearing skin.
Almost as soon as she reached Rupert, she hardly had time to say hello before he kissed her. Just as quickly it was over before she could raise her sleeved arms and she smiled brightly at him. "Yes, let's go in." She took his hand and laced their fingers together. "How do you like my outfit?" she asked, looking down at herself. She never got to dress like this and so had gone all out for the occasion. After Charlie had shown her how to put makeup on, she had even started wearing it regularly. That meant today she had eyeliner, mascara, and a bit of color on her lips. Renaissance women were all about natural looks, at least for the most part, so she'd kept it pretty simple-looking.
Headmaster Brockert was just finishing his speech and the Faire was starting to pick up. She eagerly looked around. "I'm presenting my Advanced Charms research project later today so I won't be able to spend the whole day with you, but let's enjoy ourselves now." She squeezed Rupert's hand and smiled at him. "What were you thinking about before I saw you?" she asked. The unspoken uncertainty of their relationship post-graduation would eventually surface, but Wendy didn't really want to get into that now. They would have to part ways if Rupert did decide to go back to England. That was the mature decision as she knew a long-distance relationship would never work for her. Even so, Wendy didn't want to think about that yet.
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Rupert
May 13, 2015 1:30 PM
Am I glad to see you! by Rupert
Maybe head-over-heels wasn't the right word, but Rupert certainly felt something akin to that whenever Wendy was around. But despite his smile, his heart still felt heavy and uncertain about the future. "You look lovely," he said enthusiastically. "Indicative of the times, no doubt. Well done. Did you order it from a fancy dress shop?" A dress as intricately designed as this couldn't have been put together quickly. Whilst Rupert didn't doubt his girlfriend's abilities, stitching together a dress just for this occasion seemed out of character for her."I'm looking forward to seeing your research project," said Rupert with a grin. "I'm glad I dropped that course. It's useful, but Professor Olivers gives loads of work. I wanted to focus on the team, though I suppose it didn't really do much good." He sighed, but he had already accepted Pecari's defeat. "It's on Adam's shoulders now. I think he'll do well as captain. I'm really going to miss my team."
As if to draw his nostalgia out more, Wendy asked just the right question. Rupert didn't want to answer her immediately. He looked around the Faire instead; he wanted to try everything and enjoy his last day on Sonoran grounds. "Do you want to check out the archery?" he asked, leading them towards the archery and axe-throwing area. He could see the axes flinging directly to a block of wood meaning they were most likely charmed. He wanted to try his hand at that and see how well he fared against his classmates. After playing Quidditch for so many years, his arm muscles had most certainly grown stronger.
But he had avoided Wendy's question. "I was just thinking of the future. Scary, I know. If no American Quidditch leagues pick me up I think I'm going to join the Puddlemere United Reserve Team. The actual team is well-renowned and my father is ecstatic. I'm very pleased as well; getting scouted by Puddlemere United is an honour."
He paused, wondering how to approach the next topic. Relationship talk never came easily to Rupert unlike his suave older brother, but it was necessary. The whistle of the axes and the sharp thunks of it hitting the wood grew nearer as they approached the area. "Where do you see yourself in five years?" he asked lightly, trying to keep the mood pleasant instead of drowning it as his heart drowned in unspoken questions.
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Wendy
May 16, 2015 8:27 PM
Digressing by Wendy
It felt really good being complimented on her attire, but especially when it was a costume she really liked. “No, I rented it from a costume shop over the break,” she said. “It wasn’t that hard to find a full-blown Renaissance dress, surprisingly.” Hand-in-hand, walking around surrounded by the chatter of her peers--this felt nice. It almost felt like home, but Wendy knew that once this was over she would be back in Phoenix and really feel at home again. Rupert avoided her question and Wendy let him, nodding when he asked to go see the archery and axe-throwing section. It was a little too violent for Wendy’s taste, but Rup didn’t seem to mind it. He did, after all, play a pretty violent position in a pretty violent sport. She wanted to support him, but it was hard when she didn’t really enjoy Quidditch all that much and also didn’t believe that it was worth while promoting sports where people tried to hurt each other.Rupert’s heart was definitely in Quidditch and she knew that he would probably go back to England and follow his dreams. She was never planning on stopping him and she didn’t want to. If he needed to go, then she’d let him go. The idea of soulmates was romantic, but after awhile Wendy didn’t really know if she believed romantic soulmates existed. It was so limiting and she liked being free. Relatively free, anyway. Being married would be nice someday, but she was only eighteen. It would be silly to hold onto a romantic partner for that long if neither of them could even stay in the same country together.
As she listened to her boyfriend talk about joining a professional reserve team, a part of her felt happy for him. The other part of her heart sank. She felt a little like crying, but Wendy knew that this was inevitable. There were too many factors that were in the way, and now their very different dreams were another. Letting him--her first real boyfriend, confidante, and best friend--go was going to be hard. Just the thought was a lot harder to accept that she had anticipated, but she was a firm believer in sucking everything she could out of these moments and never looking back.
"I'm sure your team will miss you," she said and squeezed his hand. "I could just see on the faces of your teammates how much they loved you as their captain. The future is scary, but the American teams would be fools not to want you."
Five years. Where in the world would Wendy be in five years? “Still in Arizona, most likely,” she said. “Working at my mom’s bakery, maybe volunteer in the magical community in Arizona. It would be cool to tutor students, but I don’t think there are too many people here from Arizona. I don’t think there’s any, actually.” Wendy smiled at him. “But I’d definitely want to stay in touch with everybody that I’ve met here at Sonora. I still write to Aria sometimes. She left a really nice present for me right before she left and I never got to thank her face-to-face for it.” Besides Rupert, Wendy hadn’t made any lasting friends in her year. She did write to Carter sometimes, but since he’d moved away their relationship had sadly fizzled. Long-distance relationships of any kind were hard. “I’d like to visit Aria someday. I think it would be really neat to see what her compound looks like.”
Rupert's aura felt a little heavy and Wendy wanted to approach the topic of their relationship and avoid it completely. Luckily a distraction came up. "Oh, why don't you get in line to throw an axe? I'll go pick up a couple yearbooks for us." She let go of his hand and sped off to grab the yearbooks for them. This would be her last from Sonora. Every year she loved looking at the pictures and awards. It was a nice way to end the school year on a pleasant note.
As she walked back, she opened up the yearbook to look at the awards. The last section was always reserved for the seventh-years, meaning it was her year's turn. She had a pretty good yearbook picture this year as did Rupert. Her hazel eyes automatically went to the bottom of the awards where she and Rupert were unsurprisingly listed as "Best Couple." She smiled a little at the seventh year awards. She and Rupert had been voted for two different categories which fit them perfectly well. But seeing his picture made her heart feel a little heavy still. She had to talk to him about their relationship as soon as possible to enjoy the rest of her day at the fair. She shut the yearbook and quickened her pace to join him at the axe-throwing section.
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Rupert
May 19, 2015 2:45 PM
Following your lead. by Rupert
Wendy's encouragement was nice, but if no one had picked him up by now it was unlikely they would in time for the season. It was nice of her to continuously support him despite her aversion for the sport. "Thanks," he replied, squeezing her hand back.As Wendy tittered on about her five-year plan, he listened for any room made for him. However, she gave none and only talked about Aria and Aria and Aria. Would he merely be one of the few Wendy kept in touch with after graduation? Perhaps she was trying to avoid their relationship talk by keeping him out of her five-year plan. The next five years weren't set in stone and Rupert could be back in Arizona for all he knew. But would Wendy still want him after Sonora?
In any case, Rupert was going to leave back for England for the foreseeable future. It take five years or more until he were able to join the official Puddlemere United team. An honour, no doubt, but with sacrifice. If Wendy was adamant about staying in Arizona, Rup knew he couldn't change her mind.
He opened his mouth to say something but Wendy quickly let go of him with an excuse to grab yearbooks and ran off. Rupert stared after her for a moment before turning back to the axes. He joined the queue of students and greeted familiar faces. Though Rupert's circle of friends were rather small, he had enough acquaintances to natter. Given his personality, it was almost a skill to form quick friendships in a short amount of time.
It still seemed like a long time before Wendy returned. He was halfway through the queue when he saw her. "Over here," he said, waving his arm. "Thank you for picking up a yearbook for me," he said as he took one from her. "Let's see what horrendous photo they took of me this year." He didn't think himself particularly photogenic, but he enjoyed looking through it all the same. As he perused through the awards, he chuckled at Most Quidditch Obsessed. "I wonder how Leo feels being listed under this category after playing only for one year and loathing it. He likes the sport all right from a distance, but there really must be no one else in his year who enjoys the sport."
Again the Princetons hadn't been listed in any intellectual category and evidently both he and Leo were voted as Most Likely to Become a Criminal. Grandfather would be so proud. Rup had never encounted Amity Brockert enough to consider them worst enemies, but whatever she said about him to other pure-bloods couldn't be very good. He knew very little about her except that she was of the staunch, traditional sort, but perhaps that was all he needed to know.
"Well, Best Couple again," said Rupert as he shut the yearbook. "You always look so lovely in your photos." He tucked the book under his arm and looked over at the axes. "Is this really the sort of games people played during the Renaissance times? I suppose life would have been much more dull without Quidditch. The school did a really lovely job with all of this, by the way. Did you have to do much preparation as Head Girl?"
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