Second School Pride

Tholomyes didn't mind her questions, at the point of organising the first Theo had asked many himself and had felt better when the questions were asked and he knew in his mind what needed to be done. Obviously her first point stumped him slightly but he didn't know who else Eleanor might know that would make her say such a thing, "How else would you know?" he asked a little bluntly but it wasn't really his intention to ask like that, just how it come out as he'd said it. But as he worked and her questions continued he took less time to think of his answer, "It's like how we're a community of wizards, we're an organisation but just a group of people that are different from larger society, that being the muggles," from what He had learned about how many magical people there were to muggles it seemed like there were more muggles to magic folk and he hoped his analogy helped explain it to Eleanor, "And the flowers partly because it's a wild patch event and we specialise in the plants and the outdoors and because it's colourful, a symbol of acceptance and happiness," he wasn't sure of how true that was but it definitely seemed it, this was after all more of a celebration of openness, of colour and just of being able to be oneself in this place.

It seemed that for then the questions were over and Theo just continued to work hard, not wanting to let Eleanor down or make it seem like Lilyanna was a liar but even as he could safely say he was done he didn't much like it, he could see all the points where he could improve, but her compliments made his cheeks turn a deep shade of red, calling it perfect made him duck his head, trying to almost hide away from the compliment, "It's alright," he said in a tone that was almost just conceding that he'd accept alright rather than perfect. At her question he nodded at her, before being surprised at his sister standing in front of him, and he greeted her in the usual fashion before turning back to Eleanor, "Of course! I'm always happy for the help, you can also use the paints, I'm glad Orwell let me get a whole bunch for this event, so there's enough to to share," he motioned to it all happily before turning his head slightly, "You want to paint a flag onto my cheek?" Theo asked her, she'd probably have to make it smaller just to fit since he already had a flag on one cheek and writing on the other.
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The feeling of the lipstick on Archie's cheek was unusual though not entirely unfamiliar. He sat as still as he could throughout the process and giggled when both the red haired girl and Isaiah said he was done. It eventually caused a more prominent laugh to escape from his body because he was definitely not done annoying Isaiah. He lived to annoy the other boy and leaving then would have defeated the purpose of him sitting in Isaiah's lap to begin with so he moved the Polaroid camera he was holding in front of him to take a photo of the two girls, using that as an excuse to stay where he was a few more moments. He shifted slightly in his place as he pulled the Polaroid from the camera and began shaking it. When the photo began to develop he handed it to the red haired girl for her to see and that was the note he was going to leave his interactions with Isaiah on. He stood up from Isaiah's lap and turned around to smile at the boy, placing a quick kiss on his forehead before he turned and walked back into the midst of the event, resuming his task of taking photos and being there to support his peers if they needed it.
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Surprisingly, despite his starry-eyed demeanour, Wren did actually pay attention to his students in class, which was the only reason he knew to come down to the Great Hall on that chilly May morning. He'd heard one of his more enthusiastic fifth years talking about the upcoming Pride Day, and there was nothing the French Professor liked more than a party. He was certainly dressed for it, but he intended to spice up his usual denim-and-leather ensemble with rainbow colours and a nice wreath of flowers to celebrate with the school.

Wren stopped with interest at each display to receive cakes and garlands, and even sat down to watch part of the muggle movie, which he was infinitely fascinated with. Muggles were so creative, and some of the actors were totally dishy. He made his way over to Jean Snow (probably to the Gryffindor Prefect's mortification) to get his face painted in Indian-style dips and swirls in fluorescent colours, and even got to wave at the Transfiguration Professor who probably didn't know him from a bar of soap. Finally he found Orwell, right in the middle of the throng of course, and he approached him directly and gave him his usual beatific smile.
"Bonjour, Monsieur Brocken. Congratulations on your successful event- I'm proud of you." Wren tried not to embarrass his Divination student too much, but since Wren was not your typical, heterosexual male, he'd seen his fair share of intolerance and abuse, so this subject mattered to him. "I was lucky to have been supported by my family for my sexuality, but for those who are not, you have made them welcome. This is a good thing, and I'm grateful." At least, Wren attempted not to embarrass Orwell, but he felt the need to bless him and so he did so, fishing out an amulet of Thor from beneath his jacket and touching it with his fingertips before thumbing an invisible line on the boy's forehead with a mumbled prayer. This was his weird way of saying 'You're a good kid', and he wandered off promptly as if lost- it was really only to get coffee.​
 
It turned out the face painting was incredibly busy, and Jean was wondering if he had made the right choice. When Victoire appeared in front of him, crowned and looking like a princess, he didn't even care how busy it all was. He only had eyes for her, though he knew he would have to keep things cool. With Archie running around with a wizarding camera, Jean knew that he would have to be really careful. He watched as she greeted her brother and then settled in front of him. His blue eyes looked at her dress, her legs, her shoes, deciding that he liked it all.

Reaching for a paintbrush, Jean shrugged. "I don't, but I figure I can manage a rainbow or a heart. It can't be that hard. What would you like?" The teenager moved his chair closer so that their legs were just touching, amusement in his eyes.
 
With more and more people arriving, the event was really starting to kick off. This wouldn't have been something Kayleigh normally would have attended, but she was glad to be here, standing next to Orwell. To be honest, there wasn't a lot Kayleigh would see herself minding doing, as long as she got to spend time with the boy people called the Flower King, she wouldn't mind. The pink haired girl was learning so much about herself, surprising herself even. She didn't think she'd ever be this attached to someone, but she found herself not caring that she was. Kayleigh giggled at his comment about letting the people go to him, happy that there was time for her, that they would be able to hang out together. "Okay," Kayleigh replied to his comment about exploring, and she would, just not yet. "Maybe I'll go get my cheek painted." She smiled, though before she was able to say much more, a Professor who Kayleigh didn't know started talking to Orwell. She listened, feeling proud that she was able to stand next to, to be friends and hopefully more, with such a wonderful person. The Professor was certainly interesting, but Kayleigh was sure Orwell would appreciate him being there, and getting his face painted even. However, her eyebrows raised, and she had to hold back a smile as the man pulled out a necklace and touched Orwell's forehead, mumbling words. The Slytherin had no clue what he was doing, but didn't interrupt. She flicked her eyes between the Professor and Orwell, wanting to see his expression. As the man left, a giggle escaped her lips. "Well, that was different." Kayleigh spoke lightly. She turned back to Orwell. "I have someone I want to introduce to you. I'll be back in a second." She smiled. Kayleigh touched his arm lightly before moving to find Desislav. True to his word, he was with the food, and the girl greeted him with nudging his shoulder with hers. "Come on, I want to introduce you." Kayleigh said to him, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to Orwell. When she got back, she greeted the Ravenclaw with a smile. "Orwell, this is my be - uh my friend Desislav." It wasn't a secret from Orwell, bu she did not want Des to know that he was her best friend. He would be unbearable with that news. "Des, this is Orwell!" Kayleigh smiled, not sure exactly what her and Orwell were, but wanting the two of them to meet anyway. Kayleigh kept her eyes on Orwell, only glancing to Des when she introduced him.
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The Pride Event wasn't awful, but it wasn't overly exciting. The Lancaster girl couldn't understand the appeal to face painting, it felt odd and uncomfortable, and once it had dried up, it would crack and peel away. Already, she could see the butterfly wing on one students face missing its tip, and a boy had smudged the colours of his rainbow flag. It was not a good look. On top of that, there was a weird contraption in the room that could have only been a no-maj made device. "Ten more minutes, and I'm out of here. This is boring." Esme murmured to her cousin, throwing contemptuous looks left right and center. It may have been more enjoyable if her friends were around, but none of them were in sight. Probably because they had more sense than to let someone drag them along to the Great Hall whilst children were running amok. Speaking of children, two in particular caught her eye, and she groaned. They seemed to be coming right her way. "Ugh, it's them. By Merlin's f***ing cat I swear if they come over here-" The witch hissed, just as Rudolf got close enough to start showering her with petals. Her hands balled into fists by her side, but even as she considered punching the brat square in his cheerful little face, she realised that cousin or not, she was standing next to a professor. Instead she scoffed and turned her head, ignoring the Gryffindor while the boy moved on to compliment Aeon. Her eyes instead settled on the door, where Wren Louise, possibly the worst professor she had the misfortune of being taught by, had just entered. The Divination professor waved at Summers, and as he waved back, Esme quickly slapped his hand down. "Don't wave back. That man is an incompetent fool. I'm surprised he's even awake enough to be here."
 
Desi was in the middle of sampling one of every dessert on the table when Kayleigh found him again. Mouth full of some type of little rainbow cake, Desislav had no choice but to follow Kayleigh. She had a killer grip, probably from all of that sword handling she did. They stopped in front of the kid who was always changing his hair color. Desi recognized him easily, though he'd never known his name before. The Gryffindor stared, his crown of red roses askew on top of his head, as Kayleigh introduced them, eyeing the boy that she'd recently taken so much interest in. "Finally! Now she can stop talking about wanting me to meet you" he grinned, holding up his hand in greeting. "Cool event" Desi added, glancing beyond the guy at the pamphlets on the table. There were so many of them. He didn't know many of the symbols and none of the flags.
 
While Esme did not appear to be enjoying Pride, Aeon was thinking about whether or not he should get his face painted by one of the students, or if he should go get a flower crown. While there was a lot he wanted to do, he wasn't comfortable leaving Esmes side in case she wandered off and caused, or found trouble, and this was one event he didn't want any trouble in. "It's not boring, it's fun. Do you know what fun is?" Summers asked, looking down at the Slytherin with a raised eyebrow. "And no, before you say anything, fun isn't hexing first years or blowing prefects up with fireworks. I get that you need to vent your frustration and anger, but you need a less chaotic method." It was difficult trying to convince her to do anything that wasn't detrimental to someone else, and she refused to relax with breathing exercises, or anything else he'd suggested. "Just stick around for a little bit longer. For me. You know how much this event means to me and I don't want to just stand around by myself." It felt awkward being the only professor in the room, especially considering there was over a ten year difference between he and the other people there. He couldn't exactly take the youth potion method again, especially without Kida around. The probationary period he'd suffered from the food fight was not worth it.

As two of the younger students approached, whom Aeon recognised from his classes, the man heard Esme quietly swear. "Woah, language. Just pretend to be nice." Even as he said it, he knew it was impossible, and he could only watch with a small frown as his cousin was showered in petals. She clenched her hands into fists, and he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He did not know how we would deal with her if she did lash out. "Thanks, glad you like it! Your face paint is looking great. Have you checked out the flower crowns yet?" He asked in response to the young boy's compliment on his coat, which had slowly changed from a cobalt blue to a lavender purple. He hadn't wanted to do anything over the top, as tempting as it was. Another professor entered the hall, and Aeon was halfway through returning his friendly wave when Esme smacked his hand away. "Ow, hey. You can't hit me, I'm a professor." Aeon said, shaking his hand as a small red mark became evident. "I'm sure he's not that bad. Ava- Professor King wouldn't have hired him otherwise." Summers had never really had a proper conversation with the other professor, but he seemed friendly enough.
 
In a situation so public Victoire was well aware of how careful they had to be, since there were pictures being taken and people running around, while most wouldn't know who they were, the pictures were sure to make the rounds and she didn't want anyone who wasn't the right person seeing anything and making far too many assumptions. The blonde prefect had to admit though that there was a certain thrill to it, and she smiled as he moved his chair closer to her and let their legs touch lightly, given the situation and the fact he'd be painting her face, Victoire was sure that no one would think anything of it. Although she wasn't sure what she wanted him to paint, the options given were certainly both good but there was no telling what would look best considering his skills, "Why not both," she suggested to him, letting her eyes linger on his as she gave him a friendly smile and then turned her face slightly so that he would be able to paint her face. It would be an odd feeling, and she was sure she'd probably really dislike it later when it dried and was just there on her face, but for now, since they could spend this moment in hidden intimacy she would be perfectly happy with it, and whatever he managed to paint on to her face.
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Orwell was surprised when he spotted his Divination professor enter the room, but thought nothing of it, he was mostly just surprised to see the man outside of his divination classroom, and instead just focused on Kayleigh and what she was saying, "If you see a guy running around with a camera, that's Archie, feel free to introduce yourself to him," he wasn't sure if Archie would stop to say hello and though Orwell intended to introduce them this wasn't the opportunity that he thought would be best to do that sort of thing, rather he would wait until another occasion where it would be better, easier, less crowded with people. But, he had been about to add more to what he'd said when the Divination professor then stood in front of him, and Orwell greeted the older man with a small smile, "Hello Professor!" he greeted in return before nodding his thanks at the man for the compliment, feeling that odd tingle of pride within him at what he said, it was always nice to hear, "This is the wild patch's doing, not just mine," he then added knowing that the pride had to throughout those in the hall.

The king of flowers was definitely happy to hear what followed since that was the entire point of what they were doing, that they were managing to hopefully make a difference and show people they had support and love in whatever they were. Orwell had been about to say something, thank him for coming when he appeared to be doing some sort of prayer and Orwell was left just stood staring at the man with a growing blush on his cheek since he didn't understand what this man was doing or why, the ravenclaw was left momentarily stunned as the professor then wandered off, "Thanks?" he posed it as a question because honestly, Orwell had no clue what had happened. He shook his head slightly and just nodded at Kayleigh not yet realising what she was doing until she had returned with another boy a friend of hers and he shook the odd professor from his thoughts and focused on her and the boy, Desislav giving the boy a warm smile, "It's nice to meet you Desislav," he held out his hand to the boy in greeting, "Thanks, I hope you're having fun, we just had the strangest interaction with the divination professor, I think he said a prayer," he then looked to Kayleigh looking for her to agree.
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For sure, Chris liked girls. It was a fact he was a hundred percent definite about, he couldn't picture himself and another dude interacting that way - and he didn't want to. Even so, the Pride event had great atmosphere and it was something to do instead of study, which the Gryffindor barely did anyway. Time was better spent strumming on his guitar and flicking through music sheets. The wizard didn't have much in the way of aspirations. The Ministry was boring, journalism lacked any appeal, and while his mother had been a healer, and his father a professor, he was not interested in either. He happily cruised along, doing his own thing and enjoying his art. But he couldn't do that all day every day, so the lgbt event was a welcome change. Stepping into the hall, Firn was happy to see how many other students were gathered, and the individual set ups. He wasted no time approaching one group in particular, lining up in order to have his face painted. It was only a matter of time before his features were framed with rainbow leaves, and he moved on to check out the rest of the hall. Eventually, after receiving a flower crown, the boy settled on simply chilling among some plush cushions to watch the muggle film being played, content with wasting the rest of his time there immersed in the movie.
 
Jean smirked as she asked for both. He was happy for any time they could have together, and if he worked really slow, he could get a good amount of it out of this. Dipping the brush into the red paint, Jean grabbed her chin even though she'd already turned her face slightly. The teenager leaned in closer, slowly making the outline of a heart on her cheek and then filling it in. Even working slowly, it didn't take long to make. "That's one done" he smiled at his girlfriend before backing up so he could grab a new color. Glancing at the rainbow that her brother had made, Jean returned his gaze to Victoire. "Rainbow next" he added, keeping his hand on her as he waited for her to turn her head so he could get started on his next masterpiece. His next words were in French and he spoke low enough so that her brother hopefully wouldn't overhear. "I think I'll be able to bail in a half hour if you want to hang out" he stated as he picked another color to continue the rainbow.
 
When Orwell told her to introduce herself to Archie, Kayleigh slowly nodded her head. She already knew who he was, from seeing him around with Orwell a lot, and from Quidditch. She knew she'd feel awkward talking to him without Orwell, she wouldn't have a clue what to say or talk about. Normally Kayleigh was not a shy girl, but he was someone that meant a lot to Orwell, so she didn't want to have a bad relationship with him, or for him to hate her. Still in the early stages of any type of relationship they might have, Kayleigh was sure that Orwell would take Archie's word over hers if there was any drama. Not that she would cause any on purpose.
Finally in front of Orwell, Kayleigh's cheeks turned crimson at Desislav's words. She could have hit him - how embarrassing! Merlin forbid he ever tell her who he liked, she would be like the over-bearing mom that shows baby pictures or the intimidating dad that asked what their intentions were. Kayleigh squeezed her eyes shut briefly wishing the floor would swallow her up. At Orwell's voice she looked over to him and shrugged her shoulders, though she had a smile on her face. Kayleigh was glad that Orwell thought it was weird too, and not just her. "I have no idea what it was, but it was strange for sure. He seems an interesting man. Is he your Professor?" Kayleigh asked Orwell, though swinging balled up fist from her side to hit Desislav's side subtly. Just a warning in case he said anything else humiliating. "And - what's a prayer?"
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Eleanor shrugged when Tholomyes asked the question that she was dreading and replied truthfully, knowing that she wasn't very good at keeping secrets. "Yeah, it was Lilyanna." she said sheepishly, hoping that Tholomyes didn't mind them talking about him when he wasn't around. She listened carefully to his explanation about what the event was showcasing and Eleanor found it weird that there were people that were even more different than just the general society. She was too young to know if she was anything like them (she most likely wasn't) but still thought it would be nice to support them anyway, even if she was nothing like them. "Are you part of the organisation too? What about everyone else? Is everyone else here part of it too?" she asked, hoping he didn't mind the bizarre questions. There was never anything that Eleanor couldn't analyse and she definitely wanted to know more.

Eleanor beamed when Tholomyes told her that she could help paint people's faces and smiled even more when he asked her to paint his. He already had a perfect picture of a flag on one of his cheeks and Eleanor carefully picked up some of the paints to paint another one on the other side beside the writing. Her hands shook as she put the paintbrush to Tholomyes' cheek and tried her best to draw a flag, colouring it in with the different colours of the rainbow. When she was done she frowned at it, knowing that it was nowhere near as good as the flag on the other side but it was her first try and she was still happy with what she had done nonetheless. "Is it good?" she asked him, passing him a mirror so he could have a look at it. "If you don't like it, feel free to rub it off."
 
Theo couldn't help but wonder what they spoke of when they talked of him, and he couldn't help but duck his head nervously not quite sure if he much enjoyed being talked about,mostly because he could rarely think of the positive words to describe who he was so it was unlikely that they ever could. The teen moved past it, without commenting but just blushing deeply and hoping that she wouldn't be too disappointed in what he had done to her face, after all, it would be easy to clear off, but he would feel bad for ruining her face for a while, and feel bad for using up the wild patch paints on things that people didn't like. At her question he shrugged, "I don't think so, my brother's bisexual but he's a muggle," the boy replied, "And my last school pressed the importance of inclusion of making people feel welcome," the boy added almost saying that because of that, obviously he was okay with and happy to help out with this, to continue to show his support to those that were, "A few are, but you'd need to ask them to find out," Tholomyes added, knowing this was a good way of helping her without having to out people who perhaps didn't want to or make anyone feel awkward. The boy though there were others to paint had enough help that it wasn't too much of a worry for him, instead he just let Eleanor paint his face and then smiled as she passed him the mirror, "It's great," he did a comparison mentally between his own and hers and felt like hers was just that little bit better, "I love it," he assured her, "Will Lilyanna be joining us?"
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Victoire smiled at Jean as he took her chin and then began to slowly paint her cheek, and she couldn't help but relish in the touch, the fact they could be so close and no one could think anything of it, she let her arms sit at her knees and very lightly, reached her fingers to brush his knee, it was such a simple pleasure really. All too soon however the first heart was over and they were moving on to the second thing and she turned her head the other way so that he would be able to paint that side of her face, paint the rainbow on to her cheek. The gryffindor prefect smiled at the words, knowing that her brother was all too preoccupied with his art and painting to overhear them, and she nodded a little, "Good," she replied quietly in french, "I didn't get this dressed up just for me," Victoire added in an even quieter tone in French to him before just leaning out slightly so that he could work, and do the rainbow on to her face, the paint itself felt a little odd, but she was definitely happy she'd decided to come, it was a little different, supportive of others but also a good time to spend with Jean in plain sight.
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Orwell noted the arrival of an older sixth year Gryffindor, he had heard from the grapevine that he was a musician and though the Wild Patch had a little of everything they didn't have music, and he felt like it would be nice to have someone actually play a couple of songs rather than just a magical radio playing the entire time. But, since he was stood with Kayleigh and her friend whom he'd just been introduced to, he didn't know at which point would be polite to leave, the boy glanced at her and smile especially as she agreed with his point, he had been an odd professor, "Yeah, he's my Divinations professor, this is the first year I've been taught by him, a little strange but he's alright," the boy shrugged a little with no other way to describe it, "A prayer is something religious people do, I've never seen it done in the magical world," he was surprised by it and his tone very much indicated his surprise by it, he was so entirely unsure of his place, but as he glanced at the sixth year who was sat at the film, he turned to Kayleigh and just gave her a smile, "Hey, Bambi, mind the stall for a couple of minutes," he asked but before waiting for a response just leaned in and kissed her lightly on the cheek and then headed over to the other boy. He stood a little awkwardly for a few moments before clearing his throat, "Christopher right?" he asked approaching him, "I know you're a musician, would you be interested in playing a few songs for us?" he asked, Orwell was very nervous, he thought it would be a nice addition to the event and really hoped this guy wouldn't mind doing that.
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Xavier had grown up with two dads, and his brother had recently come out as bisexual so he did consider himself to be supportive of all sexualities. He was still too young to fully understand what a sexuality was but regardless of that, the Hufflepuff boy was more than happy to show up to the pride event that Isaiah told him about and show his unwavering support for anyone that needed it. That morning after breakfast he detoured to the great lawn so he could dig for worms. It had been a way for him to fill his time before the event started, though when he finally returned to the great hall he realized he must have gotten carried away in the dirt as the event was underway and filled with people. Xavier smiled to himself as he walked around the colorfully decorated hall and smiled wider when he spotted his twin brother at the flower crown stand. "Ares!" He exclaimed. "Your flower crown looks really good so far." Continuing to smile, Xavier picked up a loose flower from the table and placed it behind his ear. It was tangling in his curls but he didn't mind much and instead focused his attention on spotting Isaiah in the room. He unfortunately had yet to see his older brother but he was sure he would see him eventually so he merely stood near Ares and whistled to himself while alternately twiddling his thumbs. There was so much hustle and bustle in the hall, definitely many different ways for him to keep entertained but he refused to go anywhere else without Isaiah so he continued to wait for his Ravenclaw brother to show and smiled at Ares again as he did so.
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