Post by Amira Raines on Aug 5, 2012 13:18:54 GMT -5
Amira looked around at all the hufflepuffs filling the couches, before she opened her mouth to speak.
"Good afternoon, Hufflepuffs," the blond one began, "Remember when we were in last place with the house points? Well, not anymore. We have beaten Gryffindor by ten points so far. Now, we're in third place. But as they say, if you aren't first you're last.
"Join me, Hufflepuffs! We must dominate. Ravenclaw is only one-hundred eighty four points ahead of us. We need to beat Ravenclaw before we even think about Slytherin. How do we do this, you ask," even though none of them did, "And to that I say, get people from other houses in trouble or do your classwork (go to class, even).
"Such as, Slytherin, they are so far ahead of us it's not even funny. When the slytherins are asleep, we will slytherin and we will visit their restricted sections! I have a plan for us to be on top!
"Adrian! You're very quiet and good at charms, go be invisible and get the password.
"Finny! Go distract the slytherins from doing their homework. Be the best distraction that we all know you can be.
"Lenny! Be the defense! Get us points by doing your homework.
"Hakumi! Go be a spy and get any information that we can use against them.
"Everyone else! Do anything to get the slytherins in trouble and lose points! Don't get us into too much trouble in the process.
"Honey badgers! What do we like to eat? Snake meat! Honey badgers don't care, honey badgers don't give a shit! Go forth my friends."
Post by Lenny Burkowitz on Aug 6, 2012 21:55:33 GMT -5
As Amira went about her speech, and game plan, and motivational stuff, Lenny sat with his newly-earned dumbfounded expression: bushy brows crooked up in shock, jaw slackened, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights and left eyelid twitching slightly as though something were stuck in his cognitive cogs. The letter had just been handed to him before this little rally that he was supposed to be the Prefect. For the Hufflepuffs.
Him.
Not someone who wanted the job. Him. He had an obligation now. A duty.
And he had to represent and keep order with THIS bunch. His stomach did a single backflip and then completely and utterly shut down. He was on his own. But he didn't know if it was official yet, or if the others knew, or if they'd like him, or-GET THE SLYTHERINS IN TROUBLE!?
He cleared his throat...a few times actually. Making words was tricky. He'd keep the whole prefect thing quiet, but still, he raised a meaty hand tentatively in the air and asked,
"Uh....is...is that a good idea? I mean..um...Y'know...we could all...uh...buckle down, put on our game faces, and just REALLY do good at our school work, right?!" He tried to put enthusiasm in it. He really did. He even forced an encouraging smile. But he might have been the walrus in a pack of sharks - WHERE DID THAT ANALOGY EVEN COME FROM!?
Post by Amuro Hakumi on Aug 6, 2012 23:13:03 GMT -5
Hakumi swallowed hard, like she understood. These were drastic measures, but in such (apparently) drastic times, people had to adapt to survive. Who better, then, to do so, than the badgers? The under dogs of Firefox University, the very soul and core of the school, the people who were looked down on and laughed at the most out of everyone, ever? It was time for them to make a stand. It was time for them to make a stand for decency, for niceties, for the little guy.
It was time for Badgerfox University. (It didn't occur to Hakumi that Firebadger was more appropriate.)
She stared, little stars in her eyes as she listened to Amira, moved at the words she spoke and feeling a fire in her body she had never felt before. She turned when Lenny spoke, and she could sympathize with what he was saying. Really, she could. It was what she would've done before she felt Amira's words bouncing around inside her chest, telling her to move, telling her do do things, anything, as long as they would come out on top.
She placed her hand on Lenny's leg, eyes wide.
"These are things that must be done." She whispered, traces of her accent touching at the word 'are'.
Post by Finnegan Darby on Aug 6, 2012 23:31:04 GMT -5
Finny's expression almost exactly mirrored Hakumi's, except his paler coloring (in hair and eyes, of course) made him look a tad wilder. He glanced over at Lenny. His blue eyes focused on Lenny's eyebrows.
...Omg.
Staring entranced at the fuzzy caterpillers that had somehow wiggled onto Lenny's face and then died there, Finny reached out, and softly put his hand on Lenny's other leg. He opened his mouth.
Post by Ti'tsorg T'fo on Aug 7, 2012 16:41:28 GMT -5
Ti was looking oddly at Amira, like she had jumped off the deep end.
"We can't get the Slytherins in trouble, for no reason. That wouldn't be fair!" he said a bit shocked by the suggestion.
"Besides, the badger on our shieldy thing isn't a Honey Badger, it's a European Badger ... what in the name of Morgana is a Honey Badger anyway?" Ti scratched his head, very confused.
Last Edit: Aug 7, 2012 18:18:04 GMT -5 by Ti'tsorg T'fo
Post by Amira Raines on Aug 7, 2012 18:13:48 GMT -5
As she suspected, many were having doubts.
"Uh....is...is that a good idea? I mean..um...Y'know...we could all...uh...buckle down, put on our game faces, and just REALLY do good at our school work, right?!"
Oh, Lenny. Hakumi and Finny both placed their hands on each of his knees. They were with her.
Before she could respond to Lenny, Ti'tsorg T'fo gave his statement.
"Do you want to be at the bottom end of the totem pole, Ti'tsorg? They pee in our faces and they tell us it's raining. Some of us believe that," she stopped to walk toward him and look at him.
"Listen to your heart. My reason is we're Hufflepuffs. Do we ever really have much of a reason for anything?" she said with a smile before turning back to walk to the dead front center.
"Now, if you feel like you couldn't get a person in trouble, that's okay. Suck it up. Just focus on your school work. Lenny, you can do that second option if you need to, as well as anyone else."
She gave a brief pause before attempting to answer the honey badger question.
"A honey badger is a type of badger that... um...," how should she explain this to people that hadn't had at least one muggle parent?
"They can survive cobra venom and stuff and they're really cool!" That pretty much summed it all up, but then again, it was hard to sum up the awesomeness of a honey badger.
Amira gazed at all of her fellow puffers, waiting for more questions or doubts.
Post by Lydia 'Dusty' Cole on Aug 9, 2012 10:29:18 GMT -5
Lydia 'Dusty' Cole was unsure how to handle any of this. After all, she didn't know anyone (except that blonde boy with the problem of touching people), not really. It was even rather funny, that they expected her to just jump up and start winning for them. Still, she supposed she could give it a go. After all, if she stepped up and really helped, maybe she'd get something out of it.
"What if we snuck some banned stuff, some booze or the like, in their bags, yah? And in the middle of class knocked their bags o'r and spilled it out for everyone to see, roight?" After all, hadn't Dusty done the same thing with kids or even grown-ups back in the streets to get rid of someone crouching on her territory? It was easy. "Just gotta get someone not that broight." The newish hufflepuff shrugged her shoulders, arms crossed over her chest. "Don't get got, tho. Kind of defeats the purpose, mates."
Her eyes went over to the uh. What was his name? Tits? "Who says that's a European badger, aren't we in Spain or summit?
Post by Ti'tsorg T'fo on Aug 12, 2012 4:38:24 GMT -5
Ti'tsorg T'fo - who's name was pronounced Tie-zorg Teh-foh - looked at Lydia like she was some kind of nutter. Why would she want to get them into trouble like that? That was so unfair! They were trying to earn points, not loss them!
"My Mum told me about it. She says she read it in the Firefox History. Something about a Slytherin dude founded this school and used the same shield thingies as Hogwarts. So yeah."
He turned back to to Amira. "And if the rain around here is made of pee, shouldn't we just not go out in it? Betcha if I wrote my Mum and Grandmum they could get it turned back into rain! Yeah! But um, yeah, it's one thing to get revenge for making it rain pee, I am all for that, but I say fight magic with magic! Make it rain grape juice on them! Then their robes would be all stained!"
Ti thought about what he'd just said for a moment then shook his head. "I don't remember it raining pee. Wouldn't the plants and things be all dead and yellow if that had happened? Man, that would NOT be cool."
Post by Lenny Burkowitz on Aug 12, 2012 11:57:41 GMT -5
Lenny thought he'd go deaf. Finnegan Darby had just screamed in his ear with the intensity of a thousand shrieking Mandrakes and both he and some other chick who'd he'd really never gotten the chance to talk to had their hands on his legs and were keeping him from moving without disrupting them. But the time for appeasing others was OVER at that point! When Finnegan shrieked into his ear and possibly deafened him, Lenny responded by yelling just as loudly though not nearly as long or with a purpose. It was a yell of shock and pain as he clamped his hands over his ears and fell backwards off of his seat into a backwards somersault and cringed, dying on the inside since he was stuck here.
Post by Amira Raines on Aug 13, 2012 17:36:09 GMT -5
Amira looked at a girl she hadn't really even met yet. What was her name? Dirt or something?
She started talking about sneaking booze into their bags. The blond puff debated for a second. Was that within her boundaries? That could get them expelled or something and she wasn't willing to go that far.
"Let's not do something that could really get them into a lot of trouble," she started, "I don't want them to be, like, expelled or anything. Just major points docked."
Tie started talking in response to her pee comment. The blond girl gave a look that said, Really?
And then she had an epiphany.
"Grape juice, huh?" That was an interesting idea. Stains did come out. "Do you wanna make it rain grape juice?" she looked at Tie as Lenny started to scream.
If someone used words to describe Chillum, "punctual" was not one that would be used.
If someone used interpretive dance, they would not use gestures pointing at a wristwatch or hurrying along.
Why they would use interpretive dance is unknown, but it's worth clarifying.
Sometimes, however, a man just had to go do things rather than other things. And THIS! This was crucial! Critical! With all the foodstuffs nearby in the feasting hall, he knew he had to go get something!
Yes, he had to.
It was key.
He had to go make brownies.
Feeling amazing, Chillum strolled back through the Feasting Hall, munching on one of his delicious treats. His purple hair bounced joyously as his stomach filled, though you wouldn't notice it behind the baggy sleeveless shirt and loose cargo jeans. The tray he carried in his hands was already missing a few. These were truly the creation of a god, however. The more you ate, the more you wanted, and the more delicious they got. By the time he finished this tray, Chillum fully expected to be floating on a cloud.
Climbing through the broom closet and down the trapdoor, Chillum balanced the tray in one arm while managing his way down the ladder. As he did so, a noise reached his ears. The sound of angels? The voice of the universe? The vibrations of the energies?
Well, maybe. It mentioned grape juice, which sounded -amazing- right now.
He slowly walked into the room, but before he could ask for some juice, an apparent ninja flew across the room and began to yell. Well now, THAT certainly wasn't the sound of angels. Most definitely not the voice of the universe. It was a vibration in the energies though. A BAD one.
"Dude, stop yelling. You're killing the flow," Chillum said. Deciding that he didn't want to enjoy his noms in such an unmellow room, he took another bite of a brownie and began to walk towards the bed area. Before he finished his bite, however, he stopped midstep and realized something. Light blue eyes opened wide enough for the pinkish whites to be seen, he looked around the entire room. Pretty much the majority of his house was there. Crap...did I forget a meeting or something...
Deciding it was probably best to stay, Chillum slowly backpedaled into a corner, sat down, and slowly ate his food.
At least he had brownies.
Last Edit: Aug 14, 2012 16:30:21 GMT -5 by Chillum
Post by Amuro Hakumi on Aug 16, 2012 17:31:20 GMT -5
Hakumi flinched as the two boys next to her yelled, her hand gripping Lenny's thigh timidly. Confused and scared, Hakumi looked straight at Lenny's face and yelled in camaraderie, her newfound passion for Hufflepuff house coursing through her voraciously.
Post by Finnegan Darby on Aug 18, 2012 3:53:14 GMT -5
So, like, everyone started talking, which was super boring, but then some new dude Finny'd never seen before came in with freakin' BROWNIES, which was super cool of him. Finny immediately decided they were best friends, and this, of course, entitled him to a fair share of those goddamn brownies. Withdrawing his hand from Lenny's knee (and accidentally caressing the boy's leg in the process), Finny got up while everyone else argued back and forth and followed Mr. Newcomer over into the corner.
The blond Hufflepuff collapsed next to the kid, gave him a huge grin, and quickly plucked a brownie from the plate. He took a giant bite, and, spraying crumbs, introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm FINNY. I'm a Hufflepuff." Chewing, he gave the brownie an appraising glance. "Man, these are tasty!"
Post by Ti'tsorg T'fo on Aug 21, 2012 12:40:17 GMT -5
Ti thought about it.
"Oh well, I suppose - I'd have to use my wand and stuff, like - and not write Grandmum like. But if your sure they did the Pee-rain thing, yeah It's only fair we get them back at least once. Who did you want it to rain on? If I use my wand, I can only make it rain on one person at a time. Wands are silly that way."
Ti nodded sagely like he was sure everyone would agree with this statement.
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