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Plot ID #95906
Pride had always been an important event for Elio, who for every year he’d been at the school he had loved to come along to. This year had been even more crucial to the prefect though because he had come to realise his own orientation wasn’t quite a clear cut as he’d spent his entire life believing it to be. In all honesty he no longer knew what he was, but maybe that wasn’t so bad. After all he had plenty of time to work it out, and Hogwarts had always been an open place for all the students to be themselves. Elio had decided that maybe it wasn’t about labels for him, maybe he was happy just being whatever he was rather than trying to give it a name, but since finding out that he wasn’t what he had once thought, it had been an eye opening experience to find out just how many other orientations there were. It was relieving really, since those he knew of already hadn't been quite right or as fitting as he wanted, and now it gave him a bit more freedom to be himself.
The Gryffindor had spent some time putting together a plan that would bring the school together for the event, hoping that for students who were unsure or uneasy about it would find many people they could talk to. Elio had gotten together with a number of students who had agreed to help him out, spending the morning decorating the Great Hall ready for the celebrations and games. There was face painting of course, a firm favourite and one that he would be visiting himself later, and next to it were the flower decorations which were made up of specific flag colours. He hoped that by decorating the room with various flags that were representing a many different orientations as possible, that it would help students to ask questions perhaps about some they’d not seen before. There were also multicoloured animal balloons, and the prefect was hoping that not too many of them were going to burst before they made it out the hall. As he passed his own stands, a photo booth with various props for the students to dress up with, he grinned at Rowan who he was looking forward to working with, before glancing across the hall to see how the final game was taking shape. After finding out that Chante was an excellent baker, he'd been delighted when she'd accepted his proposition, and hoped that the donut eating competition was going to be a hit. It was almost time for the event to begin, and Elio more than excited to see how it would play out.
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