Pajama-party! ((Invited people))

[Dana Coran]

Dana finished the sentence about the magical properties of Marshflight Blood and unrolled the upper part of the parchment to write her name to the corner next to the title. Letting the paper roll up again on it’s own Dana leaned back in her chair and reaching her arms up as high as they would go rolled her neck and shoulders some. The amount and difficulty of homework gradually increased as you grew older. Understandable, of course, but still a bit annoying at times. But she was done with the homework she had been given in advance for the next week and it was a good thing she was Dana noticed. It was starting to near 19.00 which meant that the small soirée… get-together… meeting… pajama-party… the Thingy was about to start soon. She had enough time to take her things away and prepare, but only if she started moving now.

Standing up quickly, Dana packed up her things, piled the books she had used on a table-top corner and heaved her quite heavy book-bag over her shoulder. Waving lightly in passing to a fellow Ravenclaw sitting in the library, Dana twirled one of her quills absently between her fingers and headed towards her common room to leave her things there. Telling her room-mates not to wake up, Dana slipped into a pair of old but comfortable clothes. A white tank-top, quite worn at the seams, which had a wad sending out a shower of blue stars on it. And a pair of female boxer-briefs with their faded blue tone. A pair of old blue-white – painting was tricky when you had to do it the muggle-way! – tennis shoes and Dana was set. Just in case she ran into some professor she threw a school-robe on as well, and buttoned it up properly, to hide the outfit underneath. Cleo was handling everything else so after one sweeping glance over her bed and cupboard to make sure everything was ok Dana grabbed a couple of hair-pins and left her dormitory and common room yet again.

Dana gathered her hair at the nape of her neck and twisted them in a make-do bun, held quite insecurely by the pins as she followed the hallways towards the prefects bathroom. Only to collide with someone. Nearly swallowing one of the pins still kept between her lips Dana swaggered dangerously before managing to regain her balance. Mumbling incoherently around the pins Dana raised a finger towards Lita to signal her to wait, as she shoved the last two pins into the messy circle of hair she had created. “Heia, here already?” Dana asked with a smile flashing across her features noticing that the prefects bathroom door was just around the corner, “Hope you haven’t been waiting here for a while. And even if you know the password, don’t tell me cause then I’d have to report you and skin Gaenor – or your brother – as the two most likely suspects who might have told you.” Dana dropped a hand on Lita’s shoulder in a friendly gesture as they rounded the corner together and Dana gave the password to the mermaid guarding the door.

Peeking in Dana noticed that they were the first there, which was quite natural too. There was still a good 20 minutes until they people – whoever Cleo had invited other than Lita and Dana herself of course – were supposed to show up. “Ah, Cleo’s been here already,” Dana claimed happily as she entered the room and saw piles of pillows, sweets and drinks in there already. Toeing off her shoes and shrugging off her robe Dana threw it careless in the general direction of stand right of the door, without even bothering to see if it caught somewhere or fell on the floor in a black heap. Grabbing a bottle of butter-beer Dana turned around and waved it good-naturedly towards Lita: “The finest of Honeydukes and whatever else. Cleo was good taste. And, naturally, I’ve never asked from her either how she knows the password or I’d have to get Kris’s scalp. And he’s annoyingly light and agile on his feet, despite being older than me and blind too!” Dana smirked lightly at Lita, wondering if the young Slyhterin was nervous too, even as she plopped down on two massively huge red pillows and stretched out her legs lazily as she took a sip of the butterbeer.


((Lita's handling the invites so bother her to hear if you were counted into this plot or not.
And pardon all. I'm very-very rusty.))

[Lita Hollows R6]

"I don't understand," Lita whined sulkily, glaring at her Charms essay with tears of frustration threatening to rise up in her eyes. She'd been fighting with the concept behind the charm for almost an hour, desperate to not bother Adrian because he was so patronising when he tried to explain things and her pride could barely handle having to ask, let alone being patronised. But if she put it off for much longer than she'd either have to miss the party or tackle the essay on another day. Adrian simply clicked his tongue patiently, gesturing for her to hand the parchment to him without even looking away from the conversation with his friend. Honestly, she could understand why two ingredients reacted together in such a way within a couple of minutes but give her a charm and ask her to understand the theory behind it and she was completely lost. Breaking off the conversation for a few minutes, Adrian used a pencil to note down the general idea behind the essay in a way that was easier for her to understand. Perhaps there were a few good things about doing her homework in the Slytherin common room, rather than her own. One of them being that Adrian (or occasionally Gaenor, because it was so much harder to ask him for help than her brother) was always available to simplify her Charms work so she could actually understand it.

"If you're late, little pest, I have a feeling that I'll be blamed by Dana. Having grandma complain at me because you focus on your homework too much is not my idea of fun. So go, get changed and try not to drink too much butterbeer." Adrian advised, plucking the Charms book away from her and tossing it onto an armchair carelessly before steering her toward the entrance and out into the corridor. "Bye." "Tch, nice to know he loves me enough to kick me out," Lita grumbled lightly, slinging her bag over her shoulder for the walk back to her own common room and the pyjamas that waited there for her. But her eyes lit up when she saw the tall figure heading back to the common room she had just left, tackling him in a tight hug - noticing with displeasure that she still barely came up to his chest, darn it! - and then disappearing without a word, leaving Gaenor with an amused smirk. Adrian had seemed rather displeased when he had pointed out that she treated Gaenor like a brother but he didn't understand. Gaenor Maydell wasn't a brother-figure, not at all. Her protector, her source of amusement and her close - closest, if she was feeling particularly honest - friend, but never her brother. One brother was quite enough without willingly adding another one, thank you very much. Of all the ridiculous suppositions! Next he'd be claiming that she treated Kris like a friend.

Her pyjamas weren't exactly pyjamas, but she'd taken to sleeping in them, so that was close enough, Lita decided as she waited in the corridor by the prefects bathroom impatiently. A pair of knee-length shorts that had originally started out as pyjamas and a green t-shirt with a faded Ravenclaw crest on that had been a joke gift from Adrian when she had been eight. Nothing like showing house pride, even if she was split between the two houses. "Do you greet everyone like this, Dana?" Lita grinned quickly. "I haven't been waiting long," she assured the older girl before widening her eyes innocently. "Me? Know the password to the prefects bathroom? Such an idea shouldn't even be thought of! Even though we both know quite well that Adrian and Gaenor have already surrendered the password to my superior wit. Not to say that I've used it," Lita added hastily, always careful to not blur the lines between Dana being a prefect and a friend.

"Everyone else is late," Lita shook her head in mocking sadness, despite knowing that she and Dana were early. By roughly fifteen minutes maybe. But still, if they were there then everyone else should be too. "Sometimes its better not to know how people get the password," Lita smirked slightly. "Because then you'd have to report me, Cleo and countless others for knowing it, if we can't prove that we've never used it. Which I never have, until now. You're ruining my reputation." Lita tutted reprovingly, claiming a bottle of butterbeer for herself and taking a drink from it before putting forward her next idea. "But you should still punish Adrian, even if you have to make up a reason for it. Because he called you grandma again."

((Guest list: Dana, Cleo, Lita, Nadine and Taire. Agreed?))

[Cleo Graas]

Cleo hummed Beatles’ ‘Lady Madonna’ under her breath as she quickly changed her clothes. Changing into pajamas when it was still practically afternoon was perhaps a bit odd, but a pajama party was pajama party and required pajamas. Besides she had pretty pajamas. A cheery clear red. Shorts and a simple top with just three flowers braided on the decoltee edge. A pair of matching red strappy heels – she wasn’t about to walk around Hogwarts barefoot – and she was ready. And with perfect timing it seemed as the door opened and her husband stepped in. “Hei, darlings,” Cleo cooed stepping forward and gliding her finger down her first-born’s cheek as she rose to her tiptoes to kiss Kris quickly. His hair was wet and as Cleo pressed her face to the neck of his forest-green sweater she could practically smell the damp leaves and biting wind of autumn. Of course the bunches of red and yellow leaves held in their hands could have told her just as easily that the two men in her life so far had been outside.

“You smell wild,” Cleo claimed with a fond smile making Kris’s chest rumble with quiet laughter. Rister groogled merrily as Kris raised one his arms and wordlessly offered her a fully blossomed red rose. “It’s gorgeous,” Cleo claimed as he accepted the flower and touched it to her cheek softly before turning to the mirror again. Nimbly catching hold of a clip Cleo used it to fix the rose to her hair right above her right temple before turning again and leaning slightly on the table-top before the mirror. “You’ll catch a cold if you’re heading out in your pajamas only,” Kris stated with some muffling sound as he had placed Rister on their bed and was in the process of dragging his sweater over his head, “Autumn is definitely here. Give it a week longer and it’ll be frosty when I go out in the morning.” “shame. I don’t like wearing hats,” Cleo claimed with a pout as she pulled two bold lines of lipstick on her lipswhile Kris glanced pointedly towards her over his shoulder, “What? You don’t wear hats either! We’ll just force Rister and whoever this one is to wear hats until they’re 11 and come to Hogwarts away from our reach. Quite sure they’ll drop wearing hats as well then, due to your influence.” Cleo observed his husband and son, laying on the bed with the pile of leaves with a light smile, “You’ll clean up the bed afterwards. I don’t want to wake to find some maple-leaf with creepy crawleys sticking to my hip.”

Cleo turned and left the room. She only got to only about five steps away though, before she turned around and raced back to the room. Grabbing the sweater Kris had discarded on the edge of the bed, Cleo dropped a quick kiss on his lips and raced out of the room again on the background of her husband’s laughter. Wrapping the thick fabric around her Cleo sauntered down the hallways with a light smile playing on her lips. Time for some girl time. Besides the prefects bathroom was bound to be warm, whereas the stony hallways were chilly and dreary. Autumn was definitely here. She wasn’t even the first one to arrive Cleo noticed as she gave the mermaid the password and pushed the door open. Only to wrinkle her nose and quickly grab for her wand. “Bleh,” being the only statement Cleo waved her wand towards the open butterbeer bottles Dana and Lita were holding and cast a quick charm to get rid of it’s smell. Once it had disappeared Cleo gave a sigh of relief and stepped further into the room, this time with a smile: “Butterbeer. The smell already makes me sick. Odd cause I didn’t have any of that with Rister. But this boy or girl is definitely picky.” Cleo drummed her fingers lazily on her stomach that barely showed the slightest hint of her second pregnancy – most of the school didn’t even know of it yet! – as she walked forward and grabbing an orange lowered herself to sit comfortably. “You two got here a long ago?”

[Nadine Whitaker]

It was rather distracting to pour exactly five and a half drops of rosemary oil into a glass bowl while keeping her wand focused on the wooden spoon in the bowl so it would continue stirring when Jackson was sitting on a table behind her, using his own wand to slowly levitate her hat off her head and then return it back to her after her poor fedora had performed a few acrobatic tricks in midair. "Tell me where you're going," Jackson whined sulkily, allowing himself to grin when Nadine made it quite clear that she wasn't going to look over at him, no matter what he did. "You act worse than the new first years running around Gryffindor," Nadine tutted reprovingly, her eyebrow furrowing slightly as she pondered whether or not to add a few drops of lavender to the colourless mixture in her bowl. "I do not!" Jackson protested, creeping up behind her silently and whirling her around in a circle. She probably shouldn't, but Nadine couldn't help but to let out a short shriek as her feet left the floor, all her weight balanced on Jackson. "Fine, don't tell me where you're going. But know this, I'll find out." Jackson promised, his breath rustling through her hair and making her shiver slightly until he stepped outside the room and closed the door behind him.

"Oh," almost as an afterthought, Jackson popped his head back in. "Tell Lita I said hi, by the way." It took her a minute to believe that Jackson wasn't actually going to reappear with another, considerably mysterious, message as she pondered the words he had ordered her to pass on. When Cleo had invited her to this girls night thing - which she really should start getting ready for, Nadine noted, clearing up her mess with a few spells - Nadine hadn't exactly jumped for joy but she had accepted it with the intent of experiencing something that she'd never been exposed to before. She'd barely remembered to note down the time and place, forgetting completely about inquiring about who was invited, other than Dana whose presence Nadine had rather taken for granted, she had to admit. But she'd find out who this Lita was when she actually made it to the prefects bathroom.

Her pyjamas weren't exactly anything to marvel over, a simple light blue with a large red butterfly on her back, though she did earn a few strange looks for wandering through the corridors, in the afternoon, while wearing only pyjamas. And looking rather suspicious since she kept darting looks around her, determined to guarantee that Jackson wouldn't decide to follow her in his quest to find out why she was sneaking off, even abandoning her scents for a few hours. But perhaps the item that earned her the most odd looks was the hat perched on her head. Yep, even when in her pyjamas Nadine wouldn't give up her hats. It just wasn't even something she would consider, they were so much a part of her personality. But at least she had bought a new hat just to celebrate the occasion. It was remarkably like Robin Hoods hat, complete with the feather sticking up at the back, but in a bright red rather than the green of the original. Well, she certainly didn't hate Slytherins but she had more house pride than to advertise Slytherin in the halls. That, and it matched her pyjamas! The password was easy to remember so Nadine stepped through without any problems, though her nervous smile betrayed her shy nature as she greeted everyone.

[Solitaire Keighley]

Solitaire had been stressing herself out over homework and life at home. She didn't have to worry about her parents anymore as they knew about her racing habit, and they had all agreed that it was best for Taire to live close but not at home. She had been able to concentrate better on her school work since she was no longer living at home and didn't have to worry about hiding racing from her parents. Remembering that there was a Pajama Party that she had been invited to in the Prefects Bathroom, Taire decided to get ready and go to the party. A break from life was exactly what Taire needed, and a party with her friends was the perfect break.

Looking through her many different sets of pajamas, Taire couldn’t decide which to wear to the party until she came across her favorite pair. Taire quickly grabbed the black pajama pants with the small blue foxes all over them, and the white tank top that matched them. Changing in to them, she searched for the matching slippers. The pajama outfit was one that Dominic had gotten her after meeting Dare for the first time and hearing him call her Vixen. Dominic and Taire had talked about her feelings for Darien and Dom understood. He knew that Taire’s heart belonged to her Sweet Knight, and that he would be no more than a friend. Dominic had gotten the pajamas made as a peace offering, to let Taire know that he understood that he was more like a brother to her than a romantic interest. Taire had never told anyone where the pajamas had come from, but had a feeling that Nadine might ask if she noticed the new pajamas. Finding the matching slippers and sliding them on over a pair of black socks, Taire grabbed her brush and cosmetic bag, stuffed her toothbrush and a few other things in it and made her way to the dorm door. Suddenly remembering that she had a matching robe, she waved her wand, not wanting to go dig through her wardrobe for it, and the robe came flying at her. Grabbing it before it hit her, Taire slid it on and made her way out of the dorm and through the common room.

Making her way through the halls in her pajamas, Taire could only imagine what would be said if Darien happened to see her all dolled up for a pajama party. She hoped that she would make it to the prefect bathroom without being seen by him, although she was sure that some student would see her and brag to Dare about seeing her in her pajamas. Taire shrugged the idea out of her mind. Why should she care if he sees her in her pajamas? Things were going good enough between them, although she still hadn’t told him exactly how she felt about him. It still didn’t feel just right yet. Nadine had made her point about that many times though, because Taire had dropped very subtle hints about her feelings. Maybe before she had to go back to her home for the holidays. Or maybe she could have a small Christmas party at her apartment and tell him then. Somehow she had to tell him that she loved him. That wasn’t what this party was supposed to make her think of, so how did her mind get to that subject again. Sighing, Taire gave the mermaid guarding the door to the bathroom the password, and made her way in. Seeing that everyone was already there, Taire smiled. “Didn’t mean to be the last one here.” She said giggling. Friends, food, relaxation, all the things a stressed out girl needed.

[Dana Coran]

Dana was in the process of raising her buttee-beer bottle towards Cleo in greeting as she stepped in – most likely dressed sexiest of all of them gather there, despite being the only one not single! – only to be cut off abrubtly at the sound of disgust. Jerking her head back violently as the wand was pointed towards her Dana scowled lightly at Cleo while rubbing her nose: „Watch where you’re pointing that stick! There’s some magic in it, you know!“ Taking an other sip, even though butterbeer wasn’ ther favourite drink either, Dana galnced towards Lita with a slight smirk. „Pickier than Rister. Of course. As if the professors weren’t having enough trouble between him and Kris!“ Reaching her legs out to the side Dana settled herself in comfortably just as the door swung open and a Gryffindor stepped in.

Dana observed the girl discreetly. She didn’t really know Nadine personally, but she seemed to get along with Cleo. And Kris wasn’t irritated at her, which however told her heaps. „Cheers,“ Dana responded to the greeting the girl gave and smiled at her lazily, „I don’t think we’ve been officially introduced yet, Nadine, and I doubt our so-called gracious host will bother to. I’m Dana. And I’ve been hearing about those cute-smelling oils or perfumes or what exactly you do call them. And I was wondering about ordering – we can catch up sometime and agree what might work for me and you tell me how much you charge. And no free stuff for me! The materials you make it from cost too!“ And Dana could pay most checks after all. Being the sole owner of a quite remarkable fortune after her grand-parents death last year-change. The door swung again and Dana nodded as yet an Hufflepuff entered. „Multihoused crowd, aren’t we? Gryff, Huffie, two Ravens. Cleo counts practically as a Slytherin, considering she spends as much time in the dungeons as out of there. Pardon me by the way. The bad memory and all that, you were... Taire, right? The vixen from Dare’s quite endearing Foxy-lady song? The pajamas coming form the same theme?“ Dana grinned a bit wickedly at the Hufflepuff before shiting her body-weight some and averting her eyes back to Nadine.

„And no worries. We were just about to start discussing Nadine’s plan to become an outlaw with a time-turner. Sherwood and all that. Cleo, would you mind if I sold tickets to excursions made into the Forest by your husband?“ Dana grimaced even before the words left her mouth, „And this coming from a prefect. Scratch that. No wait. Don’t. It’s a business plan and I didn’t specify which forest! But better trhow me some chocolate someone, before my tongue blunders something more up.“