First Year Shenanigans

[Bridget Cross]

Bridget was all set for her party, she had been receiving and sending owls like crazy. The preparations went pretty far for the party, but Bridget loved everything about it. The control and the fun behind organizing an event like this one. The abandoned classroom was filled with decorations and balloons. She had asked some help from other year students, she could not decorate this room all by herself unfortunately. They did listen to her and now two tables on either side of the of the room were standing exactly symmetrical of each other and the bowls on them were even numbered. Bridget went as far to bring muggle candy to let Wizards and witches taste something new and to have the people grown up in a non wizarding world have something familiar. Although she could not see all the M&M's in one bowl, she had to separate each colour by hand in different baskets. The abandoned classroom looked like its was ready for a good party. The last thing she had to play the right music, she was really fond of a Wizarding Techno/Dance band and she had put their music on. If others wanted different music, they could do so. That was a bit of control Bridget could lose. Bridget had hung up a note on the bulletin board in the Great hall, she was of opinion that the bulletin board was the best place for a party invite.

Hello First Years and every other year that decides to read this,

I Bridget Cross decided the First years needed more fun in their lives and that is why there will be a party held on the twentieth of October. The Party will be held in the abandoned classroom, it will be held under the current rules of Hogwarts. You do not have to bring anything, because everything will be cared for. If you desire something special due to allergies or other circumstances poke me in one of our shared classes. I am a first year Slytherin and I mainly sit in the front of classes.

Now more information about the party,
Location: Second floor corridor - Abandoned Classroom.
Time and Date: 08:00 PM 20 October.
Bring: Happiness and humor.

(Do not bring your pets, we do not want cat hair in our punch bowl.)

The note was not long and it was perfectly clear in Bridget her eyes. She had organised parties before, but not such a big ones and that made her feel kind of uneasy. The party needed to be liked by everyone to make Bridget succeed and this load was kind of taking a toll on Bridget. Her stress levels kind of rose a bit, but she was excited for the party. She was wearing a cute green dress, that did not reveal anything. She was way too shy for a more open option, not that it did not look great on her, but boys were icky. Bridget looked at her watch and it was almost time, she was so excited hopefully someone saw the invitation and thought of coming to the party.

 

[Stella Lagowski]

Stella stood in the second floor corridor, several yards away from the door to the abandoned classroom. She'd accidentally turned up early for the first year party she'd read about in the great hall, and she didn't want to look too eager by showing up so soon. She was slightly nervous, too, since the host of the party was a Slytherin. Whilst she'd almost completely eradicated her fear of anyone related to the house, Stella couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. After all, even though not every Slytherin was bad, the majority of bad people seemed to be in Slytherin.

A few minutes passed, and Stella took a deep breath before wandering over to the classroom and pushing the door open. She smiled at Bridget, the girl who had set up the party. Despite not being that early, Stella was the first to arrive. She hoped there were going to be lots of students so that she could blend in and not have to talk to too many of them. "Nice decorations," Stella said, complimenting the Slytherin's hard work. The girl had some courage to set up a party like this. Stella couldn't have done it for fear that nobody would turn up and she'd look a fool. It was clear that Stella had never been destined for Slytherin or Gryffindor. Stella wandered over to the side tables, eyeing up the bowls of candy. "Ooh, M&M's!" Stella exclaimed, popping a blue one in her mouth. "Thanks for bringing Muggle candy. All of this wizarding stuff tastes weird to me," She explained, laughing slightly to try and ease the tension. She hoped that a few more students would turn up soon.

 

[Asher Summers]

Asher had been very uncertain about attending this "First Years Party" he'd seen a note on the Bulletin Board for. He'd yet to have made any real friends so far, being so new to the magical world he had to rely on his muggle knowledge, which only pushed him to believe that he'd be turned into a frog if he got on a person's wrong side. While he was doing his school shopping, with the very few gallons, or whatever their dumb currency was called that he now had to put into a vault guarded by gremlins, he'd happened across a pet store full of creatures he'd never even knew existed before, even in muggle fairytales. There, he'd happened across a breed of frog with a crown aptly named "Frog Prince"and flipped his sh*t, thinking that the place had sold royal muggles who had been turned into the amphibians. It had taken a while for him to calm down and despite being told they were just magical frogs, he'd bought one in case he could find a way to turn them back into a human. The whole situation hadn't helped his discomfort around wizardkind.

After much contemplation, and realising that if they were all first years like he was, they might not be powerful enough to curse him into a toad, he'd decided it might not be a bad idea to attend. After all, he was sure to find some other students who'd grown up in the muggle world, right? With that in mind, the Hufflepuff made his way toward the Abandoned Classroom at eight o'clock, his pocket full of frog-spawn soap in case anything happened and he needed a distraction. He gently pushed open the door, seeing only two other girls present so far. So much for a party. He did overhear one of them mention wizarding candy and how it tasted weird to her. Perhaps she was in the same boat he was? "I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks so. Blood-flavoured lollipops? Jelly beans that have a chance of tasting like dog puke? Who comes up with that?" Summers commented from the doorway. He stepped inside the room, letting it swing back shut behind him. The simple fact that he could see all this chocolate and candy he recognised from his world brought him more to ease. M&M's, snickers, doritos. The familiar purple wrapping of cadbury chocolate beckoned him over. If he wasn't fast, there was no doubt it would be gone before the party had really started.

Avoiding the temptation to dive straight into the food, Asher gave a half-smile at the two girls present, not sure which one had spoken as he'd walked in. He greeted them with a small raise of his hand. His other hand scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck, a sudden itch presenting itself. He never knew what to really say or do around girls his age and it made him feel a tad awkward to know he was the only guy there so far. To keep himself occupied and trying his best not to just stand there doing nothing, the boy tugged at a balloon string and brought it down to his level, focusing his attention on batting it between his hands like a gravity-defying hot potato, a game to not let it touch the ceiling again. "So uh, more people are coming, right?" He asked between hits. He sure hoped it wasn't just the three of them.

 

[Carol Wicker]

Carol was excited to attend this "First Years Party" she had heard rumours about. It was nice of someone to create a little get together for all of the new students, and it was a great way for people to meet each other. Carol had yet to make many friends, she'd been to absorbed in her own imaginary realities to really trouble herself with introductions. She'd used her mind as a secret palace of comfort and familiarity in such a foreign environment. Never before had she stayed in one place for so long, the castle definitely did not move around as her home in the outside world did. Carol was so used to her life in an extravagant caravan, traveling along from place to place with her mother. It was a little unsettling to be grounded for as many weeks as it had been since she'd first arrived at the castle.

Approaching the door to the abandoned classroom, and wondering why there was such a place in the school grounds, the young Ravenclaw pressed her fingertips against it's solid surface and pushed, listening as it creaked open. The place was obviously not used much, hence "abandoned" she supposed. She stepped inside, no longer dressed in her usual blue-tied uniform but rather an array of fabrics mashed into a long dress, pieces consisting of what might have been curtains or sheets from around the castle. Carol was used to making her own clothes from whatever was handy, and preferred the comfort of her own creations. She'd always had a particular knack for sewing.

"Hello!" The blond said as she entered the room, taking in the mere three other people inside. "Am I early? This is the party right?" She asked with smile of someone who's attention was not all there, but rather off dreaming elsewhere.

 

[Amy Applewhite]

Banging your head against a wall burns 150 calories an hour. Facts. Facts kept Amy grounded. She didn't know what she would do without her facts. She wouldn't function without them. But when your father is a history professor and your mother is and english professor, you were bound to pick up a number of facts that probably meant nothing to no one but yourself. Pteronophobia is the fear of being tickled by feathers! Amy looked around, being sure not to look anyone in the eye. Not that there were many people around at this time of the night. She was probably late for this party. She didn't even know why she was going to be honest. When hippos are upset, their sweat turns red. She didn't even know where she had learned that one, it was just something she knew. She had most probably read it in a book, though she was too shy to actually go to a library. More than once on her walk, Amy had considered turning back and just going to bed, but she'd made it to the stair well, so she figured she owed it to herself to continue. A flock of crows is known as a murder. Well that's very pleasant.

Finally reaching the second floor, Amy began to get increasingly more nervous and that meant she was going to become more susceptible to tripping over. She should never have left the comfort of her own home really. It really just made no sense to her whatsoever. The average woman uses her height in lipstick every 5 years. She supposed that was mostly true, unless you were her stern mother who never wore it save for special occasions. Though the book had stated that it was talking about the average woman, which could have meant anything really. She walked into the room and immediately her clumsiness took over and sent her sprawling to the floor. Amy sniffed and just stayed there covering her face. This was why she didn't go out.​

 

[Stella Lagowski]

Stella simply grinned as a fellow Hufflepuff first year agreed with her on the muggle sweets. "Right? I hear there's an armpit flavoured one," Stella said, scrunching her nose up in disgust at the thought. Whether this was true or not, Stella wasn't sure, but after overhearing it she had been put off the idea for life. She didn't feel like conversing too much, since if anyone were to recognize her the news could spread around the room quickly, which was not desirable. Instead, she wandered over to the other side of the room, tapping her foot on the floor in time to the music. She hoped the party was going to liven up soon, as she was wasting valuable time that could have been spent studying for her next lessons.

Students trickled into the room and began chatting to each other, allowing Stella to blend into the background. She wasn't here to make friends, nor to cause trouble. In fact, the main reason she had come was so that the other students wouldn't think she was antisocial, staying in the library or her dormitory all day. All of a sudden, another student entered, but what caught Stella's attention was the noise of a light thud that followed. Stella turned to face the student, surprised to see a young girl sprawled across the floor. She vaguely recognized her from lessons, and from passing her in the Hufflepuff common room, but the two had never conversed. Stella crouched down and offered the girl a hand. "Are you going to get up or are you taking a nap down there?" Stella asked, hoping her tone came across as friendly rather than unkind.