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Snowdrops Keep Falling on My Head (Feb 27 2018)

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Repository ☆ Sixth Year ☆ StudentPoppy
Sixteen year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

Albertine felt in incredibly proud of herself as she made her way towards the game room. The source of this pride she held tightly against her. The casual onlooker may not consider what she held as much of a prize; it simply looked like a glass bottle blown so it was rounded at the bottom and a cork placed at the top of the spout. Inside a small figure danced around and small flakes of what looked like dandruff fell down from the bottom of the cork.

It was a simple enchantment in a bottle.

The young Spencer felt differently though. She had managed to create snow and encase it in the bottle. This was in part an experiment but also to elevate some of the homesickness she felt in the hot arid climate of Australia. Bertie missed snow, more accurately she missed the possibility of snow. That small chance as the cold weather rolled in that small flurries would litter the ground. How she missed those showers, how when the temperature was right it would settle.

What she wouldn’t give to grab a piece of cardboard and slide down the dangerously large hill, safe in the knowledge that magic could heal any bruises and broken bones she might sustain. Just looking at those small flakes encasing the bottle of the bottle brought that the memory of a cold wind knocking the very breath from her lungs.

She managed to dodge around most of the milling people as she walked towards the game room, even ducking underneath a teacher who was waving their arms around frantically as they tried to clean up another mess, one no doubt caused by her wild housemates.

The young French girl had stopped paying as much attention as she neared the door to the games room and it was this inattention as she crossed the threshold into the room that caused her very own Spencer mess. Someone hit her shoulder with enough force that it jerked her backwards, then without apologising they had continued on. Thoughtlessly she turned, grabbing her wand from her robe to curse such rudeness with a curse that would cause maroon hairs to sprout from various parts of their face; this second jerking action caused her to lose the grip on her prize.

At first she had not noticed the bottle fly from her hand and into the room, she didn’t notice it fall and she was too concerned with the soon to be maroon rude person. Her attention was caught when she heard the crash and shattering of glass.

Turning around at the sound her eyes feel upon the pathetic remains of her treasure. The sound that came out of her mouth was akin to that of a cat that had its tail stepped on as she rushed over and knelt down by the glass, attempting to scoop it up with her wand.

The enchantment that had lived in the bottle had used the space given by being free of the bottle to grow, gathering above the heads of the students in the room and slowly releasing flurries of snow into the room below.

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Flinders ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Flinders Student✩ Chromatic
16 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

She was not one for games. Well, at least not the sorts that seemed to take up the majority of space in this room. The felted pool table didn't hold her interest. What she preferred was the selection of board games. Some simple, meant to help pass the time. Others far more complicated and strategic. The problem though was that she had no one to play these games with. So she sat at one of the tables that had a lacquered top that covered up and filled in carved names and doodles from students past. She looked at them over the top edge of her book and wondered quietly if she could etch in her own name into the table somewhere. Leave her mark on the school so that perhaps she would feel more at home here. 

One of her housemates passed through and offered to play a game of cards, and she happily set aside her book until they had to leave. Siwan was considering heading back to her room at that point. She packed up her book, and lifted her bag onto her shoulder and turned towards the door in time to see her housemate bumping someone shoulder. There was no time for them to apologize before a wand was whipped out. Siwan in turned pulled out hers to quickly disarm, however, there was no need. The girl who had planned to attack was distraught. Upset over something that had broken on the ground. 

"Hey, its gonna be okay. Look, it can be repaired." She tapped the shards of glass to reform them, nto knowign that what was important about the bottle was already released tot he greater area of the room. 

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Repository ☆ Sixth Year ☆ StudentPoppy
Sixteen year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

“Merde, Merde, Merde.” She muttered in French as she knelt down in front of the remains of her glorious experiment. It was even better than the electronic mice she had tried to get to work within the school. It had been home in a bottle or the closest she’d been able to get. After all as much as she would like to bottle France, she was sure someone somewhere would complain.

As she knelt beside the broken glass, the small figured still dancing on the floor she barely noticed the small drifts of enchanted snow making their way down from the ceiling and lodging in her hair. She was too caught up in the disaster that she had created because she had wanted to make someone maroon for being thoughtless.

Bertie barely registered that someone had knelt down before her, their kind words rolling over her whilst she mourn this massive lose. She watched as the shards of glass began to shudder and quickly rush back to meet one another at the touch of this strangers wand.

For the first time she looked up at the other student “Mer...” she paused taking a breath, she needed to speak English at her classmates not French “Thank you.” She said, her accent no doubt making the words strange to the ear.

It was when looking at this other student that she noticed the white flecks falling on the other girls head and shoulders. That was when she finally realized that the snow was no longer contained in the bottle and looked up at the ceiling above. The snow cloud was getting bigger, slowly filling up any empty space it could find.

“Do you 'appen to know ‘ow to get rid of enchanted snow clouds?” Bertie asked whilst still looking up at the growing problem.

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Flinders ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Flinders Student✩ Chromatic
16 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Why this girl was upset over a broken bottle, she wasnt sure. Around here, empty bottles were easy to come by. Still she was upset and that was the main concern. Siwan didn't notice the little figurine still on the floor and she heard the inflection in her words. The soft cursing she had heard among her peers. She knew that language, and heard how awkward the english sounded from her mouth. 

"If it helps, I do speak some French actually. And you're welcome."

Siwan smiled gently, but that faltered when she felt the small flecks of cold on her cheeks. She glanced up at the clouds bubbling and ballooning out to fill the space. 

"Ah um... Not exactly? I might have something in my notes, but those are in my dorm. What charm was used for this?"

Truthfully, the coolness was a welcome change, and made her miss her previous home. 

*Hey I don't actually know any french and I know google translate is not super reliable... lets pretend that Siwan is speaking French, mkay?*

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