Post by Professor Roeswood on Aug 15, 2006 11:26:34 GMT -5
Marina was an avid Slytherin, but today, she decked out the Feasting Hall in red and gold. Streamers, place settings, and of course, tons and tons of balloons were all conjured and set by the adept casting of the Head Girl. What would have been a many person job in the muggle world was accomplished just as quickly by the one girl.
Although she'd never had an eye for decorating, Nina was quite pleased with the results of her labors. It's a shame Gryffindor colors are so garish, she thought to herself surveying her surroundings with just the slightest distaste. Hopefully, however, the Headmaster would be pleased. That would, after all, be the person whose opinion was most important. It was his birthday.
Her green eyes glanced around, looking for details she may have missed. The present table was empty save for her own present, with which she had chosen to appease her inner Slytherin by wrapping Silver and green. It wouldn't matter that it was out of place with the overall color scheme, because once the other guests arrived they would place their own oddly colored gifts beside it.
The invitations had gone out over the school and grounds in waves. Only a few people (and/ or creatures) received them at the same time so as to be inconspicuous, which hopefully had prevented the Headmaster from having any suspicions that something was being planned. Knowing him, he would probably assume it wasn't a party, especially not a surprise one for him. She pulled the first copy of the invitation from her pocket, the one on which she'd based the rest. It was very simple, merely on parchment, though it was written in crimson ink to catch the attention of whoever received it. It read:
Dear Firefox resident,
You are invited to the surprise birthday of our very own Headmaster Talon Windwaltz. Arrive promptly at 4 o' clock, August 15th, in the Feasting Hall, ideally with a gift. Everyone, this is a SURPRISE bash, so don't let him know!
-Marina Roeswood, Head Girl
She placed the invitation back in her pocket, looking at the table at which the teachers usually sat. In the center, Talon's seating place was very apparent. Marina had transfigured an ordinary chair into a grand crimson and gold throne for him, which had been quite the feat for her, as she wasn't all that good at transfiguration. At one point, the chair had sprouted tufty fur all over, a phenomenon the Head Girl couldn't quite explain. In fact, there was still a rather horrible patch on the underside of the seat, but, quite sure that the Headmaster would not complain, she left well enough alone. Beyond that hung a massive crimson banner, with the words "Happy Birthday Headmaster Windwaltz!" scrolling across it in golden lettering. With his lengthy name, the whole phrase had not fit, so she had hatched the ingenius plan to make it into a marquee.
Then, as the little hand edged near the 4, Nina sent out the final and most important invitation. However, it wasn't quite an invitation at all. An owl, waiting patiently on a perch in the corner of the room, perked up as the Head Girl walked toward it. She pulled a piece of parchment from her pocket, ignoring the guests that poured into the room behind her. On it was written an urgent note for the Headmaster to come IMMEDIATELY to the Feasting Hall, scrawled in her own undisguised handwriting and green ink. She tied the paper to the leg of the owl and sent it on its way. Hopefully, the majority of the guests would be on time and arrive before the birthday boy did. All the Head Girl could do was wait, as she directed several students to a table of refreshments, constantly staring anxiously at the doors.
(OOC: EVERYONE is invited!)
Although she'd never had an eye for decorating, Nina was quite pleased with the results of her labors. It's a shame Gryffindor colors are so garish, she thought to herself surveying her surroundings with just the slightest distaste. Hopefully, however, the Headmaster would be pleased. That would, after all, be the person whose opinion was most important. It was his birthday.
Her green eyes glanced around, looking for details she may have missed. The present table was empty save for her own present, with which she had chosen to appease her inner Slytherin by wrapping Silver and green. It wouldn't matter that it was out of place with the overall color scheme, because once the other guests arrived they would place their own oddly colored gifts beside it.
The invitations had gone out over the school and grounds in waves. Only a few people (and/ or creatures) received them at the same time so as to be inconspicuous, which hopefully had prevented the Headmaster from having any suspicions that something was being planned. Knowing him, he would probably assume it wasn't a party, especially not a surprise one for him. She pulled the first copy of the invitation from her pocket, the one on which she'd based the rest. It was very simple, merely on parchment, though it was written in crimson ink to catch the attention of whoever received it. It read:
Dear Firefox resident,
You are invited to the surprise birthday of our very own Headmaster Talon Windwaltz. Arrive promptly at 4 o' clock, August 15th, in the Feasting Hall, ideally with a gift. Everyone, this is a SURPRISE bash, so don't let him know!
-Marina Roeswood, Head Girl
She placed the invitation back in her pocket, looking at the table at which the teachers usually sat. In the center, Talon's seating place was very apparent. Marina had transfigured an ordinary chair into a grand crimson and gold throne for him, which had been quite the feat for her, as she wasn't all that good at transfiguration. At one point, the chair had sprouted tufty fur all over, a phenomenon the Head Girl couldn't quite explain. In fact, there was still a rather horrible patch on the underside of the seat, but, quite sure that the Headmaster would not complain, she left well enough alone. Beyond that hung a massive crimson banner, with the words "Happy Birthday Headmaster Windwaltz!" scrolling across it in golden lettering. With his lengthy name, the whole phrase had not fit, so she had hatched the ingenius plan to make it into a marquee.
Then, as the little hand edged near the 4, Nina sent out the final and most important invitation. However, it wasn't quite an invitation at all. An owl, waiting patiently on a perch in the corner of the room, perked up as the Head Girl walked toward it. She pulled a piece of parchment from her pocket, ignoring the guests that poured into the room behind her. On it was written an urgent note for the Headmaster to come IMMEDIATELY to the Feasting Hall, scrawled in her own undisguised handwriting and green ink. She tied the paper to the leg of the owl and sent it on its way. Hopefully, the majority of the guests would be on time and arrive before the birthday boy did. All the Head Girl could do was wait, as she directed several students to a table of refreshments, constantly staring anxiously at the doors.
(OOC: EVERYONE is invited!)