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Post by OLIVIA MULCIBER on Apr 28, 2024 12:13:30 GMT -5
Drifting in a desired direction seemed impossible - sadly, it was only levitation and not flight. Olivia overcame it by finally using the bench to push herself forward. This was quite a pleasant experience. If only she could rise a little higher... the current altitude of some three feet placed a lot of obstacles in her way. If she could somehow get away from this crowd, and from all the tables and benches, she might have some fun twisting around in the air.
There was another sharp twinge, this time in her neck. She didn't pay it any mind; it wasn't a scary experience now, and maybe it would give her more altitude.
Her titters had mostly subsided now, as she was trying to focus on steering herself around the Slytherin table and into the open space near the door. People kept getting in her way, slowing her progress. The sight of her cousin, moving somewhere with purpose, caught her eye. She paused to watch, only to see him grab a goblet and throw it at a nearby student. That was it for her; laughter burst out, and Olivia had no way of controlling it. The scene had just been so hilariously absurd. Why did he even do it? That poor kid hadn't done anything to deserve it, and probably had no idea where the goblet even came from. Of course, this only made it more amusing. Julian's throw was so fast and accurate, too; she made a mental note to teasingly suggest that he should become a Quidditch player. "Ten points-- to-- Slytherin--" she managed to gasp out through the laughter.
Post by ILONA KYLLI ROWLE on Apr 28, 2024 20:04:35 GMT -5
Ilona had been in a relatively good mood that evening, enjoying the holiday festivities. That is until all hell broke loose in the Great Hall. Students were laughing uncontrollably, some even levitating, floating around above the tables as if somebody had turned off the gravity in the room. Ilona was on her feet in an instant, ready to jump into action. She was a prefect after all, was it not part of her job description to help instructors reign in such incidents? Eyes narrowed, scanning the room, she tried to decipher the cause of this sudden mass insanity. That’s when she saw them: Billywigs. Noting the telltale flash of blue, she remembered learning about them in her Care of Magical Creatures course.
It was hard to tell how many there were, but she raised her wand nonetheless and tried casting a freezing charm at a spot above the Slytherin table where she had seen a few of those blue flashes. “Immobulus!” Two small creatures froze in place mid flight, giving Ilona the chance to observe them closer. They were indeed Billywigs, although from the speed at which people were being stung, she deduced there must have been at least a couple dozen buzzing around the space. It would take some time to freeze them all. As she began waving her wand to freeze some more, she felt a small prick on her neck, quickly followed by one on her cheek. “Ow!” She exclaimed as she rubbed at the spot on her face, her eyes widening as she realized what had just happened.
It didn’t take long for the venom to start taking effect and her brain started to get fuzzy. The urge to laugh was strong, but she resisted, clamping her mouth shut and gritting her teeth. This was not funny. Ilona was not one to tolerate a lack of control, particularly in her own body, and she was not going to let these pests win. She raised her wand once more, hoping to try and cast the spell non-verbally, since she wasn’t sure she would be able to properly speak the incantation if she did open her mouth, but was once again interrupted by a sting.
Before she knew it, her feet were drifting up from the floor. She flailed her arms around helplessly, trying to grab onto the table to prevent herself from rising any more, but her efforts were futile. She soon found herself giving in to the urge to laugh, eyes filled with tears at the effort required to keep them at bay for so long. Internally she was cursing the blasted insects for causing her to lose control so quickly, but outwardly she appeared to be having a grand old time floating next to the Slytherin table.
Post by ELLA LILLY BURKE on Apr 28, 2024 20:56:08 GMT -5
The first few months of the school year had come and gone with nary an incident, much to Ella’s delight. After the events of her first year, she had become a bit worried that every school year would be just as precarious, and would further impede her studies. Not that a bit of adventure wasn’t fun at times, although she was not quite itching to repeat their fight with the acromantula any time soon.
As laughter slowly trickled through the Great Hall, Ella looked around curiously to find the source of amusement, hoping to be in on the joke. “Do you know what’s so funny?” She asked some nearby housemates, only to gasp a moment later as she began to see students floating up from their tables. Ella was on her feet before she even knew what was happening, looking around wildly. Of course, she shouldn’t have expected anything less from Hogwarts. How could one have a quote unquote normal year when studying at a magical school? She watched as some of her housemates began levitation around her, including an older student who seemed to be quite enjoying the experience.
Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, eyes scanning around the room for any source of information, her mind got to work trying to figure out what was happening. Students were laughing, seemingly uncontrollably, some were levitating. Once she saw the Australian transfer student chasing after an invisible flying rat, as per his words, her eyes widened in realization. Of course! She remembered reading about these creatures. Billywigs. Native to Australia. Relatively harmless, unless one had an allergic reaction, but had the side effect of excessive giddiness and possible levitation when stung.
“They’re Billywigs!” She exclaimed to any student near her, breaking out into a wide smile. “It’s just a swarm of Billywigs!” She laughed a bit in relief, glad for no mortal peril at that moment. A swarm of insects that provoked laughter felt like nothing compared to what she confronted the previous year. Although the question still remained, how had so many Billywigs gotten into the Great Hall? Quickly casting a shield charm around herself in the hopes of avoiding being stung, she made her way over to the Head Table, hoping to inform one of the professors about her realization to help them in controlling the situation at hand.
Post by MAEVE THORNE on Apr 28, 2024 22:40:58 GMT -5
The monosyllabic agreement to her suggestion was all Maeve required to proceed. She peeled herself away from the pillar, choosing to do so unhurriedly. Any unnatural feeling of lightness was likely to force her back to the secure stone anchor.
Although she felt muddled and stiff, her feet remained connected to the floor. Good. Her eyes were now locked on their destination; it would only take them a few seconds' dash to get there. The movement could attract some Billywigs, but it was a risk they had to take.
Fully pushing off the pillar at Julian's succinct signal, she swiftly moved in the target direction. Emerging from the fading smoke left them exposed; she could now clearly see the numerous blue streaks colouring the entire hall. True, there were fewer of them along the two Slytherins' chosen path - but still more than she had anticipated. She wasn't sure she could cast another Freezing Charm with any success, verbally or non-verbally. Even while she hadn't been affected by the venom quite as severely, she had only managed to immobilize a few of them. Now, it would only be a needless source of movement that could evoke the insects' interest.
Bracing for the possibility of additional stings, she cast a look at Julian to check if he was still nearby. What he was doing confounded her; why did he need a goblet--?
He flung it so fluidly that she couldn't help tracking the object's brief course with interest. As it thwacked some hapless bystander in the face, understanding arrived in tandem with hilarity. Even if she were free of the current intoxication, she would have found the incident reasonably amusing. With her current predicament, it was simply riotous. The redhead turned away promptly, unable to keep her lips in a tight line anymore. Her shoulders were shaking as she completed the relocation manoeuvre and slid into the alcove.
After a series of quick exhalations that sounded almost like a chuckle, she finally regained enough self-control to try casting a spell. "Fumus." A pitiful amount of smoke came out of her wand, too thin to keep them covered for longer than a few seconds. The jolt of frustration at this failure removed the merriment she was feeling. Being deprived of her spellcasting prowess was a sure remedy to glee. Her eyes flashed toward the four tables as she instinctively checked if anyone other than Julian had witnessed this failure. Luckily, nobody seemed to even be looking their way.
Still surveying the other students, she spotted a Gryffindor girl moving toward the High Table surrounded by a shield. Good thinking there, Maeve had to admit - but it wasn't a viable option for her anymore. A shield required constant focus to maintain, and she couldn't even muster enough focus to produce a smoke screen on the first try. Another attempt was needed.
Two. The redhead turned to Julian; he looked as though he was in pain - which he probably was, to some extent. She had to renew the smoke before either of them received any more stings. It might even be her fault that another Billywig got to him now, since she wasn't efficient enough in conjuring a cover. "Fumus." This time, the smoke poured out thick and grey - just as it was meant to. The relief at this triumph weakened her previous irritation, and she was once again noticing certain sources of entertainment. Even the memory of their recent flight to a new hiding place was suddenly comical. Maeve ground her teeth as she tried to shift her thoughts elsewhere. How much longer would this bedlam continue for, before the faculty members finally intervened? And, more importantly, how long would the venom effects last? There better be a fast-acting antidote. If she was to apprehend McEvoy, she needed to regain sobriety quickly.
"It's bound to-- end soon," she endeavoured to reassure Julian, her eyes narrowed as she observed the figures moving outside this smoke cover. The adults would come up with something soon... provided they weren't all stung by now, too. What a disconcerting thought.
Keeping one hand on a protruding ornament that adorned the alcove - another anchor in case of levitation - she concentrated on her breathing. Was her mind still as clouded as it had been a few minutes ago, or was it becoming clearer? It did seem like it was a little easier to think now, but that might simply be the result of physically distancing herself from the crowd. With fewer auditory and visual triggers, this was certainly a good location to recover from the venom - while still remaining aware of what was going on in the Great Hall.
Post by LEWIS WHELAN on May 6, 2024 14:25:31 GMT -5
Despite the memory still being fresh, Lewis’ body was healing. Words came back slowly and painfully but he had faith that by the time he had to do the end of the year exams he would be alright. He still wanted to try and see if he could get himself to enjoy the halloween party or at least pretend to have fun. That way people wouldn’t worry so much about him. He even managed to dress up as a pirate so he’d fit in. Sure might be late but there was still time.
Or so he thought because he was about to make a turn when he heard all kinds of sounds and smoke coming from the direction of the great hall. This wasn’t good. Just what was he about to walk into? Oh no, were Lisa and the others safe? Had they gone already or were they late like him? What should he do? Get a professor? Hold up, weren't most of them already in there?