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Post by Headmistress Isadora Gunvald on Mar 30, 2023 17:30:24 GMT -8
The Headmistress stood at the edge of the forest. A stern expression plastered to her face. It was just before the end of dinnertime. Her dark robes whipped. The September breezes turned into October gusts by the day. She thought briefly about the discussion with Drake earlier. Something tying all three attendees of detention tonight. A female student, Ms. Anneli Oden, yes, but was there more? Professor Gunvald pursed her lips. She wouldn’t be surprised.
At her side were three large crates of cranky bowtruckles. Tiny, green creatures but immeasurably feisty. She glanced down to the crates, hoping the boys would maintain a level of maturity with the presented task. Isadora hadn’t found much use in the Detention Chambers, yet. It was only the start of the year. Many things still called to be moved and rearranged from last year.
She told Mr. Vaisey, Mr. Reinhardt, and Mr. O’Shea to meet her at this spot as soon as their last bite of dinner. No later than 8 o'clock. The skies still held light, if only for another hour or so. The breeze was cold now. Isadora frowned to herself, wishing she hadn’t needed reason to give out detentions. The Headmistress looked then to the first student to arrive…
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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on Mar 30, 2023 18:59:46 GMT -8
Fergus sauntered down the winding paths from Hogwarts to the edge of the forest. His hands tucked into his pockets. Fergus' usually styled hair was ruffled. He had been awake through the last few nights. The sound of Anneli's bones cracking still rang in his ears. The look of pain on her face still freshly etched into his mind. His head hung slightly, looking at his shiny black boots as he strode down the beaten pathways. He was familiar with the area, having taken many trips into the Forest during his previous couple of years. His mind raced under the darkening skies. The howler from his parents still bit at him. He had injured his fiancée, received detention, and had contacted Ludvig. It was turning out to be a less than pleasant start of term. His stomach rumbled but he paid it no mind.
"Evening, Headmistress." He said politely, nodding to greet her. "I apologize in advance for any correspondence my parents may be sending. I told them I would complete detention willingly, I deserve it." Fergus said honestly then. He felt he truly deserved it this time.
He wasn't at all upset he had targeted Oliver. He was upset he had allowed Loce to get under his skin. His ties with Anneli would be brief, anyway. And the bludger would have impacted Oliver instead if not for an unfortunate gush of wind.
Fergus glanced around, not entirely thrilled with his company for the evening...
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 30, 2023 19:59:59 GMT -8
Loce whistled as he wandered down the path from the school. His spirits were high despite the reason for his approaching the forest. The last time he had come down here… He grinned thinking of meeting Anneli. That had been their second meeting. And the first time… He smiled again, allowing the memories of that night to push out any thoughts of the last couple with her in the hospital wing. He stopped in front of their Headmistress. He still thought the detention and loss of points was an overreaction. The term suited Oliver just fine. But he wasn’t about to argue the point. “Good evening Headmistress.” He said with quick nod, completely ignoring the fact that Fergus existed. He turned his attention to the boxes of chattering bowtruckles. “You lot going to play nice tonight?” He asked, trying to count the tiny hands poking out of the crates. One grabbed hold of his robes and he had to tug it out of its grasp. “I will take that as a no… At least I know where I stand.” He said with a chuckle. He found he was rather looking forward to this.
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Oliver Seán O'Shea
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Mar 31, 2023 20:42:58 GMT -8
Oliver pulled his hood up over his disheveled brown hair as he strode from the castle. This would be fun, he thought. He had spent the night in the common room with friends, recalling the Quidditch game and Anneli’s fall. Oliver shook his head. He still wasn’t completely sure why he was even assigned Detention. And with Loce and Fergus, of all people. He hadn’t been one of the two blubbering eejits who had gotten Anneli hurt in the first place. He tightened his fists in his pockets, his head up as he walked through the dark.
He was fairly familiar with the grounds leading up to the forest. Oliver had only ever ventured that far. It wasn’t necessarily because he followed rules, there just hadn’t ever been a need to go into the forest. He scoffed at the idea of attempting to prove his masculinity or bravery in show. The sky darkened.
“Ay mates.” He said, approaching the two really fun Slytherins. “Professor Gunvald.” Oliver said nodding his head, “Ma’am, oi wus jist curious as ter why I’m 'ere?” He said, eyeing the crates of bowtruckles. “From al' accounts, oi didn’t mutter a slur or cause bodily 'arm...” Oliver said, looking Loce and Fergus up and down. “Not dat oi mind de outin', jist curious as de rayle reasons.” He said, looking at the Headmistress.
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Post by Headmistress Isadora Gunvald on Mar 31, 2023 21:53:13 GMT -8
Professor Gunvald nodded sternly as her first attendee for the night arrived. Fergus Reinhardt. A curious student. She wasn’t entirely sure if he was as straightforward as he seemed. The Headmistress had surely received enough parental correspondence from the Reinhardts. She thought he was an intelligent student, who might be too prone to the forces of influence.
She turned then to the next approaching student, Loce Vaisey. Isadora had reread his transfer file before arriving tonight. He had a propensity to mischief, but to what extent? This was something Professor Gunvald would need to deduce herself. He seemed a courteous, ambitious student. In addition, she had noted his protectiveness of Ms. Oden. This was of much curiosity to her. It had only been a few weeks they could possibly know each other.
“Good evening to you both.” She said, her voice cutting through the quiet at the edge of the forest. The only sound around the group coming from the tiny, aggressive squeals of bowtruckles and a hooting owl in the distance. The Headmistress eyed Mr. Vaisey sternly as he chuckled with the bowtruckles. She wasn’t feeling particularly jovial at the moment. Not with a student in the Hospital Wing.
The final attendee then approached. Gryffindor Captain Oliver O’Shea. Admittedly, she didn’t have as much reason to assign him detention. He hadn’t committed any outward errors, however she had her suspicions. Oliver seemed to keep his eyes solely on girls during lessons, especially Ms. Oden. And now she was injured. There was more to the story, and she would need to get to the bottom of it.
“Mr. O’Shea, you are here tonight as I suspect that there is something brewing amongst the three of you.” She said, “That, and I’ve received complaints that you’ve been eyeing our female students to their unliking. From here on out, no more questions from you Mr. O’Shea, unless they pertain to the task at hand.” Her tone stern.
The Headmistress turned to the feisty crates of bowtruckles, which were now shaking violently as the little figures shook their fists and barreled against the sides. “You each will take a crate a few steps into the forest. You will need to work together to release the families of bowtruckles.” Her gaze fell to each of them, “They prefer tall, luscious trees to create their homes in. During their release, they may hold some grudges. They can be tough if not handled with care...The use of magic might prove necessary.” Isadora placed her arms to her sides. “You will now each depart with one crate each. The forest is known for surprise encounters and unrelenting darkness, therefore I will grant each of you a levitating lantern to guide your way. Each lantern is enchanted to bring you to a stretch of trees that might be most appropriate.” Three, ancient-looking lanterns appeared before each of them. Their light emitting just a few steps before them.
“I will follow you shortly into the forest and will ensure each of your protection,” She paused, “But I expect each of you to find your way to the trees as a group. Perhaps, you will be able to find some sort of agreement amongst the forest...Especially as it relates to Ms. Oden. Who is now in the Hospital Wing. I will be waiting here for you to arrive back with empty crates. I will ensure they were properly handled by morning. Failure to come to an agreement or to release the bowtruckles with care, will result in a loss of house points and another detention. As well an owl to each of your parents.” Professor Gunvald had granted them the courtesy of keeping their first detention from their parents. There was no need for extra noise.
“If you have any questions, please ask now.” She asserted, “If not, take your crate and be on your way.”
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 31, 2023 22:29:57 GMT -8
Loce ignored Oliver as he approached. He had no desire to deal with either of his companions for the evening. He grinned to himself as Oliver questioned the Headmistress on his detention. Prat probably wasn’t used to getting his hand dirty. New school, new detention. Course it had taken him a bit longer to land in detention this time around. If he remembered correctly, he’d had a detention by the end of his first week at Ilvermorny. He’d been pissed at first, argued even. But after the second or third he realized that regardless of the inconvenience of timing, he had always learned something in his detentions. And that was when detention stopped being a deterrent for him. He listened carefully as she discussed their task. Rehome the bowtruckles. They would have to work together, or they’d all end up scratched, bitten, or worse. He eyed Fergus, wondering if he’d step up to take the lead. He was the ranking student here at any rate. The issue he saw was her demand that they come to an agreement on Anneli… He shook his head.
“Professor, with all due respect, I believe you are asking for a resolution that is not ours come to. Where Anneli is concerned, there is only one resolution, and that lies solely with her. What we individually think or desire has no validity unless she also wishes it. We can decide any number of things here tonight, but unless she is a part of any of it, it is useless banter and posturing.” He shrugged and sighed. “We can get the bowtruckles into their homes all safe and sound. That I have no doubt of, we may not like each other, but we are not stupid enough to let that interfere with the business at hand. The sooner it’s done, the sooner we part ways. However, as far as Anneli is concerned…. You may as well go ahead and assign me another detention. I refuse to enter into any discussion surrounding her that places her in the light of a possession to be earned or bartered for. Which, as it is her attention that is the center of the disagreement, would be exactly what we would be doing if we were to attempt to resolve that amongst ourselves.” He truly didn’t have a desire for another detention, but he was tired of seeing her treated as a trophy, a possession. Slouched against a nearby tree, tucking his hands into his pockets, waiting to see if Fergus would take the lead before stepping up to do so himself. He was glad he’d brought his dragon-skin gloves, they would prove handy when it came to handling these little buggers. He still thought the imperious curse would make easier work of the task at hand, but he didn’t think Professor Gunvald would approve. And since the bowtruckles was the only part of the detention he could see getting correct according to her edicts, he figured he should at least do that the way she wanted them to. As for owls to his parents... they were probably wondering why they hadn't seen one yet. So even if she did send one, it would not be unexpected.
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Post by Headmistress Isadora Gunvald on Mar 31, 2023 22:52:15 GMT -8
The Headmistress looked to Mr. Vaisey curiously. He was certainly protective of Ms. Oden, but it didn’t seem to be a defense of possession. She noted this. Loce truly seemed to care for Anneli. She nodded in response to his retort.
“Of course, Mr. Vaisey,” She agreed, “I’m not calling for any of you to make any decisions on the part of Ms. Oden. I expect each of you to respect her decisions, regardless of any underlying feelings…or grudges.” The Headmistress looked to each of them, “What I’m expecting from each of you tonight is a level of maturity to discuss your conflicts. An agreement need not be formed around Ms. Oden, but perhaps a resolution to the remarkably clear tension between you three. I don't want anymore accidents on the pitch or elsewhere.” She said, her voice clear. “Thank you for ensuring the bowtruckles careful release. Does this quell your concerns surrounding Anneli, Loce?” Her eyes showing hints of concern.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 31, 2023 23:12:20 GMT -8
Loce looked at Professor Gunvald curiously as she further clarified what she had expected. But there was no additional punishment handed down. He had expected to be saddled with another detention just for the opening his mouth. He would have last year. The longer he was here, the more he realized that the schools were night and day from each other. He honestly was beginning to believe getting chucked out was the best thing that could have happened to him, for a host of reasons.
“Well, as for a repeat of that performance on the pitch, I don’t think it would work a second time. As for quelling my concerns… I believe I understand what you are after, however I am not sure there is an easy solution. But I’m willing to discuss as the others are open to it.”
He didn’t much care what the others thought. He knew where he stood with Anneli, and to him that was all that mattered.
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Oliver Seán O'Shea
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Apr 1, 2023 1:25:17 GMT -8
Oliver folded his arms as the Headmistresses listed her ‘reasons’ for assigning him detention tonight. He shot Loce a glare. The boy was probably the complaining party in terms of the stolen glances toward girls in class. “Eyeing, fair.” He said flippantly, “Though oi'm not sure if to their unliking…” He stopped himself there. It wasn’t worth it. He was here already. Oliver nodded his head, “'Eeard, Headmistress.”
He rolled his eyes as Loce spoke. Of course he would have something to say. Oliver would wait until Professor Gunvald was out of earshot before questioning how he could care so much about the girl if he put her up to flirting with him. Rather convincingly, too.
“We’ll come to some sort of agreement, Headmistress.” He said gruffly, bowing his head and moving to pick up a crate. Oliver lifted it with ease, ready to set on for the forest. He ignored the protests of the bowtruckles to the sudden movement. He looked to Loce and Fergus raising an eyebrow, wondering if they might need help lifting their crates.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Apr 1, 2023 2:03:10 GMT -8
Loce chuckled as Oliver complained about it not being fair. Although figured one or two of the girls might like being ogled, in general that was bad form and not typically seen in the best of light. He didn’t care for Oliver one bit. And every time he opened his mouth, he solidified Loce’s distaste for him even more.
He watched Oliver pick up the crate, no gloves, no nothing. “Mind their wee little razors.” He said, watching as the bowtruckles in the crate were beginning to reach through the slats to try an get at his hands.
Loce pulled his wand from his robe. “Locomotor Crate” He commanded and one of the remaining crates lifted from the ground. He wasn’t about to touch them or let them touch him until he needed to. The last thing he wanted was to end up in the hospital wing trying to grow back pieces of his hands.
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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on Apr 1, 2023 13:22:42 GMT -8
Fergus paid little attention to the arrival of Loce and Oliver. In his mind, neither were worth the time anymore. Not with Anneli injured. Her uncle Ludvig had responded with a highly mysterious owl. Unbeknownst to Anneli and Loce, Fergus had tipped off her father and uncle about their newly forming relationship. Halvar and Ludvig would have none of it. But what they had planned? They had left Fergus purposefully in the dark, much to his chagrin.
He crossed his arms as Loce and Oliver delayed the evening. Fergus still had a lot to get done tonight. Silly questions, he thought, tossing his head to the air. Anneli might not have full control of the situation, but Fergus wanted her to actually like him. As she once did. He looked to the ground.
An agreement? He scoffed at the idea. Perhaps not to kill each other in the forest tonight, but beyond that, Fergus held a fair amount of doubt.
“Thank you, Headmistress.” He said, nodding his head. His monotone voice proving it obvious, he’d rather be anywhere else.
Fergus rolled his eyes as Oliver picked up the crate. A true git. Probably used to muggle labor, as well. Pathetic. He eyed Oliver’s hand, close to one of the razor-like tendrils of one of the bowtruckles. “Won’t have a hand by the end of the night at that rate.” He said, looking at him dumbfounded.
“Locomotor crate,” He asserted, almost in the same breath as Loce’s command for his family of bowtruckles. The crate flew steadily to his side. The lantern at his other side, barely lighting up the shadows of his eyes. “We will meet back here within the hour.” He asserted to the Headmistress before turning to the other two, nodding and walking ahead of them down the path. The lantern floating before him, lighting a few steps ahead into the darkness.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Apr 1, 2023 22:49:07 GMT -8
Loce followed Fergus and the lanterns into the forest and away from the Headmistress. Bowtruckle re-homing was not the worst thing they could be doing. He’d done enough of it at Ilvermorny to both detest the stupid little toothpicks and have picked up a couple of tricks along the way. “So…” He started when he was sure they were out of earshot of the Headmistress. “First order of business…. Fergus, I assume you brought woodlice or fairy eggs? But I assume from the crate handling that O’Shea didn’t even bother to look at picture book about them before showing up… Fergus have you done this outside of Care of Magical Creatures in like first year?” He asked wondering if either of them would know what to do. “As for the second order of business? I’ll say this once, and only once. O’Shea, just walk away. She’s not interested in you, never has been, never will be.” He shrugged and turned to Fergus. “I think we both know where the other stands on that matter, so… That will just have to be that, for now.” Loce smirked. There was too much going on there for him to want to think about. He knew more than he probably should. “So we in agreement there?” He asked as Fergus’ lantern began bobbing near a tall Elm.
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Oliver Seán O'Shea
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Apr 1, 2023 23:29:51 GMT -8
Oliver felt the bite of a grudgeful Bowtruckle then. The crate fell from his hands, toppling to the dirt path. Nasty things. He sighed gruffly, “Locomotor crate” Oliver muttered, slightly annoyed to be late to the party. The crate levitated next to him then. He huffed as Fergus led them into the forest, thoroughly over the night already. The bite from the bowtruckle still pulsed at his hand. He shook the thought from his mind, physical pain was no stranger to him. These two prats hadn’t their fair share of pain, he thought aimlessly.
He glanced to Loce as he mentioned needing either woodlice or fairy eggs. Oliver hadn’t thought to bring either. He mind often elsewhere during Care of Magical Creature classes. That was more of Niamh’s style, anyway. Oliver would catch up on the subject regardless. But tonight, he stood with little to offer in the way of rehoming bowtruckles. He rolled his eyes at Loce’s assumption. Oliver had looked at a couple books on them, just not thoroughly enough.
“Second order of business…” He repeated from under his hood, “I’d tink the lassy would want to speak for 'erself, yeah?” Oliver retorted, “I’d like to speak to Anneli meself, seein' as that opportunity wus stolen from us.” He said, eyeing Fergus. The git had injured Anneli himself. “I’m in agreement, as long as oi 'ear it from her lips. While alone, an' without the influence of your presence...” Oliver said, his eyes flickering to Loce.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Apr 1, 2023 23:48:12 GMT -8
Loce laughed, couldn’t help it, as one of the bowtruckles bit O’Shea. The powdered dittany was tucked into one of his pockets, just in case he ran afoul of one of the toothpicks. He thought for a moment to share with O’Shea, then shook his head. It wasn’t his fault the mudblood didn’t know enough to come prepared to detention. He shrugged as O’Shea spoke. “She has said as much, or I would not have repeated it. She’s my girl, but she has her own mind. If she wishes to talk with you, so be it. I was just trying to save you the embarrassment mate.” He watched O’Shea out of the corner of his eye, not really trusting him, but figuring he wasn’t stupid enough to start anything in the forbidden forest on a detention trip. “There was no stolen opportunity. The whole flirting with you thing… It was intentional to toss you off your game. Flirting is not cheating, it is strategy.” Then again, knowing what extra he did know, he wondered if maybe it could have been considered cheating, in some respect. He chuckled and shook his head, you couldn’t cheat if you didn’t know it was a possibility.
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Apr 2, 2023 17:26:10 GMT -8
“Ay!” He said, casting a glare to Loce, “Laugh again an' I’ll show yer a move or two from muggle boxin'.” Oliver spat. He certainly wasn’t going to let Loce’s arrogance walk all over him. Regardless of his status as muggle-born. Oliver wasn’t sure the boy would be able to make it without hiding behind his wand. Though he couldn’t do much here, not with the Headmistress waiting for them at the entrance.
Oliver rolled his eyes, glancing toward the bowtruckles. He briefly wondered what would happen if he released them into any old tree. Or scattered them at Loce’s feet. He shook his head smiling. Absolutely not worth it. The sound of Loce calling him a Mudblood still punched into his chest. He’d knock him down with a feeble blow if needed.
“Lucky paddy.” He said, assuming Anneli was truly his girl. Oliver couldn’t stomp over those attachments, but could always offer an out for her if she needed. He was a free guy, a teenager with a persistent wind of confidence. “I will be speakin’ wi’ ‘er though. Jist a matter of time. Whether or not you’re ‘er fella.” He shrugged, walking a few steps deeper into the forest. An owl hooted closer to them.
“Ahh, so yer put the girl you care so much into a position of flirtin’ wi’ me?” He smirked, looking at Loce’s forehead. Oliver didn’t care much to look into his eyes. “First mistake, mucker.” He laughed, moving to look over a tree behind the trio more closely. Oliver turned to the two, “I’m sure she tart about me once or twice, mate. She’ll have long, lonely ‘ours spent in the Hospital Wing to think about who truly put ‘er dare an’ who was jist a handsum bystander.” He shrugged, “Fergus, don’t tink it wus entirely your fault. Loce’s strategy wus piss-poor from de start. we can agree ter dat for starters.” Oliver grinned under the moonlight, entirely upbeat with his statements. He wasn’t attempting to be overly blunt, just telling the truth as he saw it. Oliver decided then that Loce Vaisey didn’t deserve a girl like Anneli Oden. Neither did Fergus, but at least he was showing some modicum of respect.
“So, what’s this about woodlice an’ fairy eggs?” He said, crossing his arms. Ready for the night to be done with.
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