Errand Glitter and be Gay Corridors Location

May had just got out from the Charms classroom, and was proud of her decorating. She had filled the place with pure glitter, and yes, she was very proud of her original work of art. Now, she was in the corridors, and despite being straight, May was very happy that Pride Month had comed.

She entered the corridors, and saw the prefect, @Annie Morgan, and decided to prank her happily. That girl wanted war she quickly picked up a paint spray. <<Twoooot! Paint war Morgan!>>

She laughed, and when she saw that Annie was full of paint, she picked all the colour of the rainbow glitter, she threw it at her with immense joy. She giggled at herself as she threw the glitter, and thought that she was doing it in slow mode. And then, looking up at her own self in a nearby mirror, laughed at a portrait (she is very childish!) and went to the Transfiguration classroom. Really, she couldn't let Annie Morgan declare a paint war. She had to go and decorate other territories. Really, everything was just...great. A great day for pride. Don't you think? Plus, she would be considering putting herself into the bi world.

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Interacts with @Annie Morgan, @May Moonstar and @Hjørdis Jensen

Note to self: Never leave home without glitter~

Entered from Divination Classroom

Interacting with: @Caradoc Browne and @Annie Morgan

Hjørdis brushed off the specks of glitter that she had gotten on her hands and accidentally over herself as the duo had decorated the classrooms. Well... that was unexpected. She had been intending on just leaving something for a few of her colleagues - in particular the Slytherin ones - and it somehow got turned into a race. She shot a glare at Doc as he flicked more glittered onto her. Honestly, a bit more made no difference. She was probably already looking a tad bit like a mess - especially compared to her usual pristine look. However, they needed this. They all needed this. A moment of respite in the mess.

But then they turned the corridor and her silvery orbs fell onto the sign of a paint war starting. Her gaze snapped to Caradoc as his words hit her ears. Good luck, Jensen?! Her eyes narrowed at him. It was clear he was against her in this. No no no. Caradoc was not going to win this. His words were fighting talk from someone who was about to lose. She wasted no time in dashing for a paint can, grabbing the green one as soon as she spotted it - mostly just to mark them all with the Slytherin colours, "You're going to die, Browne!"

The audacity of the man! Using her insult against her - twice now - despite the fact that he had lost. She had gotten to the end faster than he had already! She turned to get hit by a splash of paint across her formerly white blouse from the Hufflepuff head of house, "Why yo-" She snarled as she flicked the wrist that held the dipped paint brush at him in revenge. The glitter was an accident. This would not be.

Wasting no time, she dipped her paintbrush again and slashed the air again but this time towards the Prefect, whether or not Annie was ready to retaliate. Dipping a finger into the paint can, she created a green stripe of paint on both cheeks. It was too late to care about appearances, hers was already a mess the moment she threw an open bottle of glitter next to her, "Game on!"

Mentions: @May Moonstar Interactions: @Caradoc Browne , @Hjørdis Jensen & @Atlas Reid

Word Count: 551 without mentions, etc.

Interacting with @Ami Procoppio
Mentioning @Hjørdis Jensen @Caradoc Browne @Atlas Reid and @Annie Morgan
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Breana wasn't one to interact with the LGBT community that much. For one thing, her tiny town doesn't have that much diversity (her family is practically the only one that has a black family member). Also, as far as she knew, Breana liked all kinds of people, so the jury is still out on whether she identifies as any of the labels in LGBT. Still, she'd take any chance to stretch her creative skills (Or just let loose in general) and join in on this fun.

Right now, she's up and ready for the impending chaos that she will participate in. Her hair is tied up in a neat little poof of a bun, paired up with a plain white long-sleeved, v-neck dress. It may be a nightmare for some people to wear such an outfit on an occasion like this, but for Breana, it can serve as a memory of the fun she had on her first Pride event. She went over to the large table filled with paint and nodded a hello to the one manning the booth. Time to get her plan started!

She figured she should come up with a sort of strategy. Maybe a unique way of splashing the paint? She grabbed the three basic colors: red, yellow, and blue. Breana then poured the three colors into one empty can, just big enough that she can carry without any problems. She avoided mixing it though, giving it a sort marble effect. Another baking tip her mother gave her that she applied to painting!

She looked around, surveying the area for any possible victims painting buddies. The professors, specifically Professor Jensen and Professor Browne are already at it with chock full of glitter on both of them. They're already splashing each other and even the student handling the booth with paint. Soon enough, they and another student are joining the fray, with a hose to boot. As much as she would want to dive in headfirst, the walls around the corridors still look rather bare and grey. Might as well test if her marble painting works? And with a quick flick of her arm, the little Ravenclaw chucked a bit of the paint at the walls.

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Alan had been busy chasing Tiger down the corridor as if the two of them were playing a game of tag but suddenly slithered to a halt as he nearly skid over some paint on the floor. His eyes widened as he looked around and his eyes caught sight of a poster that floated in the air. He read the lettering and his eyes would grow even wider as realization hit him. He had read about this on the errand board but he has had no idea that this would be one of the locations for the event. However the third year could not complain about this turn of events, not at all! If anything this must be a lucky day.

The errands purpose was nice or so he assumed, he did not quite get it all but at the same point he got it. Feelings were strange and he still had not figured them out and perhaps he never would, but he would never let such thoughts get in the way of an amazing opportunity to have some fun!

He would watch Tiger come to an halt in the middle of a puddle of paint and glitter only to jump out of it in pure shock with a feline shriek. The now paint covered furry paws would leave tracks behind and probably make the fur feel all sticky. The sight alone made the young Gryffindor burst out in laughter when he finally took the time to take in the whole scene that had unfolded in the middle of the school's corridors.

A couple of students were there and once again he would see the two professors, or rather the two head of houses from Slytherin and Hufflepuff - @Caradoc Browne and @Hjørdis Jensen - together and it made them wonder whether they just spent all of their time together since they had no classes to teach. Could people of their age still be friends like that? Especially if they were professors of a school? It was an odd sight but Alan decided to shrug that thought off because he was ready to dive into the fun of the surroundings.

A grin of his lip, he made his way over to Tiger and picked him up from the ground, only to walk over the opened pain buckets as his grin widened. Like @Annie Morgan had done so before him, he would dive his fingers into the cold paint and paint streaks across his cheek in red and golden colors to represent his house pride before he would gently press his in red paint covered finger onto Tiger's furry forehead as he had seen it be done in the lion king on tv, before he held him up slightly like in the scene; a bright grin on his face as Tiger would meow. As a giggle escaped him, he would lower the cat again as he let him hop onto the ground from his arms. He was not worried about the paint as a quick scourgify would solve these issues and there was nothing he would have to worry about!

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@Annie Morgan yeet!

Piérre was not gay. In fact, the boy had never given much thought to such a thought of having a specified sexuality. He considered himself different from many people in many different ways.. but never really understood why some people were prejudiced against one another. This sort of event, this sort of grouping seemed to be one of those prejudiced divisions. Certainly, he had met students here that he thought charming or cute like himself; students that he liked to be around and enjoy their company with, but Piérre never considered the idea that perhaps he was holding feelings for some of them.

Many of those individuals would remain unspecified and redacted, both for Piérre's own comfort and for the comfort of those individuals that Piérre had feelings for. Most of June had been uneventful, other than his birthday that had been yesterday. The first year was now a year older; 12 years and about an inch and a half taller. Not much, but it was something for his age and his general countenance. His face was still round and had traces of childish youth to it, but it was evident that the preteen would soon be entering his golden years, the years of turbulence and some strife. But until then, the Britalian was carefree and jovial, ready for anything and prepped for anything that could come his way.

The first he heard of the corridor chaos had been when he was merely walking by and noticed smears of paint and glitter haphazardly covering the ground. Green eyes curiously wandered, tracing from the floor, to armor, to banners of all the colours of the rainbow, and to children pelting each other with paint, banners, and marvelously messy and dirty.

Piérre's kind of people... and the biggest target was a tall girl who was currently engaged with other students holding a long- most certainly filled with paint- hose whilst making playful threats. Surely she wouldn't notice one more imp sneaking up behind her... a gob of silvery-blue paint in hand from the nearest bucket...

SMEAR...

With an inelegant movement, Piérre went right for the hair, putting most of the glop that he had collected right smack on the top of her brown locks and ruffling it a bit to completely spread the colour everywhere. It wasn't like it would be much problem to clean up the mess. After all, that was what Scourgify was for, wasn't it?

Having achieved his main goal, Piérre then smeared the remainder of the paint across his own face, creating a wild warpaint marking arcing above and below his nose, over his lips, and across his forehead. The little kid almost looked as if he was ready for a full out Norwegian paint war.

Reducio

Smiling in a way that completely destroyed what little intimidation the painted Piérre possessed, he tipped his head to the side, his emerald eyes still sparking brightly and asked in a slight shout that carried traces of latent excitement for more mess; "Why are we making each other messy? What's going on?"

Certainly. Piérre had seen the Pride Banner, resplendent in rainbows and supporting those sexualities that Piérre had no clue existed, but the boy didn't understand why they were there in the first place. All he noticed was the fun, the playfulness of the paint fight, and the silent wish that perhaps these kinds of messy endeavors could take place all the time in the Hogwarts halls. It was a sort of silent longing, the kind of poison that Piérre was more than willing to imbibe and partake in.

Because while he was not sure of his own orientation, he was sure of one thing. Only love and universal love could bring together individuals, no matter their differences. The kind of love Piérre always hoped to radiate no matter the cost or the personal harm that came with it.

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Interacting with: @Piérre Marchonné @Alan Vanes & @Hjørdis Jensen
Mentions: @Annie Morgan & @Atlas Reid