Open Victor's Celebration

[Juniper Zumwalt]

Juniper was rather glad that she had once again claimed victory over Lysander. And Ajax, too, but mostly Lysander. She let herself heal for a few days, but not before deciding to hold a celebratory event in the Duelling Chamber. She had managed to get some snacks and beverages while pulling in 6 very comfy chairs. She told the guests to keep it on the DL but figuring others might hear about it. And if they decided to show up uninvited, that was their business. Juniper was just here to have a good time. Waiting for some others to show up, Juniper grabbed a cookie and fell into a blue plush chair, enjoying the power trip.

OOC: Open to all victors and their friends... and anyone who wants to cause some chaos/drama

 

[Sydney Townsend]

Hearing about the little celebration Juniper had planned for the duelling winners had made Sydney laugh, something that was rare for another student to manage. She didn't really care for parties, but she was unable to resist the urge to go check it out even if for a moment, glancing around the duelling chamber as she arrived. "I'd say this is a bit presumptuous of you, but I saw your duels this year, so I guess I can let it slide," Sydney said, taking in the spread that Juniper had set up. Juniper was definitely an impressive duelist, and Sydney took great pleasure in watching her repeatedly knock Lysander Summers down a few pegs the last two years as well. "I bet you were quite a sight for the Hospital Wing after duelling Lysander," she said mildly, taking a seat in one of the chairs set around the room and making herself comfortable.

 

[Leia Hume]

Leia felt pretty good about winning another duelling championship. She felt happy to be undefeated so far, but knew that this would only make things get worse as time went on, the older she got, the harsher the duels might be and the worse that losing her streak would end up being for her. But, she might as well for another year just bask in her own victory. She was a little surprised when one of the other victors invited her and other champions to celebrate together. She hadn't wanted to really, the other people who won all...well....they somewhat intimated her. She felt out of place around them. They were all better duellers than she could ever hope to be. Leia stepped into the duelling room and looked at the two girls, one a prefect for her house and the other not someone Leia knew. She stood awkwardly near the entrance, they were already talking and she felt it would be rude if she interrupted them. ​

 

[Elara Chatelain]

Elara was still in shock that she had somehow won all her duels. And now she was getting letters from older students she didn't know telling her to show up at some secret gathering? It felt a little odd, but then again, maybe this would give her the edge she needed to make the quidditch team next year. She made her way down to the familiar dueling chamber and almost ran into a girl standing in the doorway. "Ooof, sorry. Is this the party?" she asked, not really sure if anyone was calling it a party.

 

[Flynn North-McGowan]

Of course, he was darn pleased to have won the third year division of the duelling tournament. It was a big improvement from being knocked out in the first round the previous year. And he had beaten the previous champion to boot. But just because he was pleased about winning didn't really mean he wanted some exclusive party with the other champions as well. That just felt a bit... weird. All the same, he ended up wandering into the abandoned classroom, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looked around. "Is this it? Don't look like much," not really what he would call a celebration.

 

[Blake van Houten]

Blake almost hadn't gone to the party for duelling champions at all. Part of him was afraid Tyler would be there, that they would get into yet another fight, spurred by another year of Blake taking the championship over the club's leader. Another part of him relished that victory though, the reminder that he could still beat Tyler, that maybe the last interaction in their fraught relationship would be him taking the championship from Tyler's hands. It wouldn't be a bad thing to lord it over Tyler a little, if he could get through the party without talking to his roommate. After psyching himself up to come, Blake almost deflated at the realisation that Tyler wasn't even here. He greeted Juniper with a small wave, disappointed to realise that other than the Ravenclaw and of course Sydney, he was essentially at a party with a bunch of children he had never met before. And saying he knew Juniper or Sydney would be generous at best. He flopped into a seat quietly, wondering how long he had to hang around here to be polite before leaving, since he didn't really have much to say to a group of kids he didn't know.

 

[Lysander Summers]

Juniper freaking Zumwalt.

Could Lysander really be surprised that his dueling arch-nemesis would host an exclusive victory party after the tournament, just the rub it in his face that she'd won? She wasn't even the leader of the club! Who did she think she was? She was doing this just to spite him, he knew it. She'd probably even sent people to talk about the party while he was within earshot. Well, he wasn't having it. Especially not after she'd gone and set fire to one of his few good school shirts. Permanently. There was no getting the gubraithian flames out of that fabric.

The Gryffindor had rummaged through his trunk for a good few minutes, sorting through the various gizmos and gadgets from Gambol & Japes, until he'd found what he was looking for. He stowed the dungbomb under his arm, covering it with a spare robe, and headed down to the dungeons, where the victors were all probably patting each other on the back for a job well done, and laughing at the people who'd lost. He worked himself up picturing it on the way there, imagining the totally likely scenarios that all conveniently had to do with him and his expense.

Once he'd reached the dungeons, Lysander pulled the dungbomb back out from its covering, and tapped it with his wand. "Engorgio." He muttered, holding it out in front of him as it expanded in size, almost threatening to burst right in his hands. He levitated the over-sized dungbomb and carried it the rest of the way to the chamber, annoyed to see people loitering around the entrance. This wasn't what he'd imagined. Where was the party? It didn't matter. He could see Juniper's Dumbwalt's head past their shoulders. He reared his wand back to get a good angle, and taking the opportunity, launched the giant prank item amongst the chairs. It sailed through the large doors, almost in slow motion, and exploded in an overwhelming cloud of putrid gas.

 

[Juniper Zumwalt]

Juniper titled her head as Sydney came into the chamber, rolling her eyes. "Sometimes you have to get dirty to take the gold. Your duels were rather good. I admire your style," she added, both being honest and trying to kiss-up to the older girl. As more victors arrived, she greeted them, ignoring the Gryffindor boy's comment before standing from her chair. "Hello, champions. I thought it might be fitting to gather to celebrate greatness, especially since we have quite a few reigning champions in the room, myself included," she added. "To the younger folks, keep up the streak." She pointed her wand at the snack table, levitating the beverages so they would go to their appropriate student when she saw something else appear in the air and explode, letting out quite a large bang. The glasses immeadiately fell to the ground as her spell faltered and she ducked. A very, very unpleasant smell hit her nostrils as she started to cough. "What the hell?!" she yelled, pushing her way out of the room into the hall before seeing a familiar face through the smoke. "You vile toad!" she yelled at Lysander being angrily pointing her wand at him. "Why can't you just get over the fact that you LOST." She peered behind her back for a moment, still coughing and hoping the other students were okay.

 

[Lysander Summers]

It was probably a dumb idea to still be standing just outside the duelling chamber, grinning like a guilty idiot after dungbombing it, but there Lysander still was. He had to hang around to watch the fallout, and the look on Juniper's face was so. worth. it. His eyes widened when he realised she had her wand out and he reeled backwards a few steps, holding his own up defensively in front of him. He did not need another perfectly good shirt catching alight this year, thanks. "Hi, Juniper." He responded with an air of casualness. He propped himself up on his tiptoes to look past her shoulder and into the disaster zone of the chamber with a faux-curious expression. "Huh. I don't know what you're talking about, but from where I'm standing, you kind of look like the loser here." He shrugged his shoulder and smiled a petty smile, though it quickly switched to a grimace of disgust, and he dramatically pinched the bridge of his nose. "Phwoah, merlin. Speaking of toads, you smell like a swamp. When's the last time you bathed?" He asked. He waved his wand in front of him, as if to waft away the smell coming off of her. "I'm out of here. This party stinks, literally." He said, and backed slowly back up the corridor he'd come down, lest he end up with more than just Juniper pointing a wand at him.​