SSRP: Life at Stemp House

[Shanners]

Stemp House Wiki Page | Stemp House Exterior | Stemp House Spreadsheet

Located in Trowbridge, the county town of Wiltshire, is Stemp House; a children's home devoted to those of magical descent. Founded in 2085 by Mr and Mrs Stemp, the large house is complete with grounds home to an owlery, small quidditch pitch and a vegetable patch. There are 20 places in the house for those aged between 3 months and 18 years (or until graduation from Hogwarts, whichever is the latter). Residents have been allocated their own bedrooms to give them a personal space to make their own and can escape the excitement that can be day-to-day life in Stemp House.

Residents of Stemp House
Feel free to include a character bio with your first post

• Jordan Flint, Resident (Felixir)
• Manuela Costa, Resident (Magical Soul)
• Leland Vandal, Resident (Tegz)
• Arkan Majewski, Resident (Govoni)
• Tomasz Szczepanski, Resident (Stormdancer)
• Palmer Twelvetrees, Resident (Shanners)
• Manon Espinoza, Resident (Tazzie)
• Travis Mack, Care Worker (Harron Peasley)
• Primrose Pierce, Care Worker (Shanners)
• Ava Borthwick, Counsellor (Harron Peasley)
• Winter Borthwick, Volunteer (Shanners)
• Sloan Rookwood, Staff (nicole black)

Scene 1 : Christmas at Stemp House
December of 2090

The magical wards around the house are in full force over the Christmas period, with part time residents returning home from Hogwarts and any decorations having wizarding properties. Lorelai, Adam and the staff have spent days putting up trees, lights and all of the trimmings. As usual, the Stemps are spending the morning with their own children at home, but will be joining the residents later in the day for dinner and games. For now, though, the residents are beginning to wake on Christmas morning to their rooms adorned in paper chains and the tree in the gathering room home to presents of all shapes and sizes for the residents. For all of the part time residents, this is their first Christmas here and they may not be used to the exaggerated holiday spirit.

[nicole black]

Wrapped up in a blanket under a pile of fresh laundered but messy clothes, Sloan lay half-asleep. It was warm, too warm to leave the sanctity of their bed and head into the occasionally loud, busy main rooms of the Stemp House.

Definitely not ready for it, not in the slightest. Sloan rolled over, wrapping their arms around themselves and curling up. Tall and formidable as they were with their lithe body curled up and their head tucked in Sloan looked small.. Even vulnerable. It wasn't a position the Bulgarian would be happy to be seen in.

Then again, living here amongst mostly strangers wasn't a position they wanted to be seen in ether.

Sigh.

[Kaos.Doodles]

Tak was already awake. And had been for some time now. Head pressed against the wall he turned the small tooth over in his hand once more. Christmas was stupid. Really, it was. The whole purpose behind it was to buy gifts for people just because companies were smart and wanted to sell more things to the stupid people who would buy them.

Luckily the thirteen year old never had to deal with that because it wasn't like he ever had money to buy anything.

But that also meant that he had never gotten a Christmas gift before either. An actual real gift. Until today. Raising the shark tooth up he examined it, studying how it hung on the necklace. He turned it around a few more times in his hand before slipping it over his neck.

He had managed to give Liv a gift of his favourite hoodie. But he really couldn't give anymore of the little clothes he had, away.

Hm........

Stand up Tak walked out of his room quietly and started to walk around. Takeru was on a mission to find something he could take when no one was watching so he could give to Jael of course.

[Stormdancer]

He wasn’t sure about anything here. He didn’t like the noise at times and the boisterous personalities of the older kids…. He knew it was Christmas, but didn’t see why it was any reason to make it ‘special’. The day wasn’t any different from any other.

Getting up earlier than most of the other kids, Tomasz moved to sit in a chair with his back to the wall, and his eyes on the only door into the room he was sitting in. Legs wrapped up under a thin blanket, he wrapped his arms around his knees and sat silently. Silently watching, silently listening, silently waiting for everything to come crashing down.

[nicole black]

Sigh.

As much as Sloan wanted to stay in bed, their stomach had other ideas. Grumbling, growling, and gurgling with hunger that the Ravenclaw couldn't easily dismiss. But the bed was so warm and the room so quiet, perhaps if Sloan closed their eyes long enough the hunger would ebb away with sleep and they could remain like this all Christmas Day. Unbothered. Warm. And alone.

Of course, that was just a pipe dream. Teen hunger is a serious matter, one not even sleep can easily fade away. Sloan slipped into a half dream:

It was Christmas in the Rookwood home, the smell of mince pie and blackberries filled the air and Sloan's father had the face of a ham- a literal ham- and-

with a harsh intake of breath Sloan started awake and for some time they laid still, their mind reeling. The dream hadn't been scary -after all there was nothing frightening about someone with a ham head - but the familiarity of the old house and father's presence had left Sloan with a mangled feeling of... Regret.

Sneering at themself, Sloan rose from the four-poster bed like a person on a mission and headed out of their room and toward the main bath- this was not the day for dwelling. No, they would celebrate and pretend just like the other kids and when it was over they would go about their life without issue- everything was fine-

And as that thought crossed the Ravenclaw's mind they crashed right into Takeru Asakura.

[Shanners]

Scene 2 : Children's Christmas Crafting Event
December of 2091

After weeks of advertising, the day was finally here. Each of the living areas inside of the house had been decked out with the complete winter spirit. Trees and trimmings and the works. Each room has been allocated with different activities for another day where the house would be full of people – and not just residents this time. Set before the part time residents return home from Hogwarts, the full time residents and other children from the wizarding community are treated to a day of crafts, cookies and a visit from Miss Winter Borthwick, storyteller extraordinaire, herself. Parents, pull up a chair and throw yourselves right in. Maybe you’ll hear more about our summer fundraiser plans if you ask a member of staff. Children, GET MESSY.

OOC Info: Anyone can throw themselves into this, even if they child character is not a resident. It's an open for all! There would have been leaflets in as many wizarding places as possibly thought of and word would have gotten out to anyone who didn’t see one. Join in! Mingle! And if you were wanting to take on one of the resident places, check out the spreadsheet linked in the first post and we can chat! Stay tuned for potential famous faces turning up today…

------------------------

Primrose was excited for today and had been since she and Travis had started throwing the ideas together and then spent their free time getting the word out. The day was here and she was dressed up as an elf with her 20 month old daughter in another room with Miss Winnie. It was too cold to have the door wide open for their visitors so she was waiting around in the foyer for any more people that were going to pop in. She could hear Callaia babbling loudly and "ef Mama" and couldn't help but grin about it. From her position, she had a clear view into most of the rooms and there were staff dotted around anyway, keeping an eye on the Stemp House residents that had dove straight into crafting immediately.

Cuties.

Palmer had been one of the first residents to the craft table and had snatched himself up a whole packet of cotton balls and was in the middle of making a Christmas card for Miss Primmy and Little Missy Callaia with a Santa beard on it. He wasn't the craftiest of people and therefore there was glue all over his hands and bits of cotton wool stuck at the end of them...almost like extensions of his own fingernails. But he was having fun and that was the most important thing, as Miss Primmy told him all the time. That he only needed to worry if he wasn't having fun. Because he was a sweet boy and sweet boys were allowed to have fun.

Whatever that meant. OOOOH GLUE FINGERS.

[kayquilz]

Baaaaaaby in a backpack!!!! Not literally, but Cassius thought it was easier to move around with Alex if he was in a sling. The back sling, though. So Cassius THE FALCONS CHASER WHO ALSO HAPPENED TO BE AN UNCLE TO THE BEST LITTLE ANGEL IN THE WORLD had arrived at the craft thingy at this orphan place....STEMP HOUSE.

He had heard of the Stemp House, of course, so he thought it would be nice to come support and all anyways.

The one-year-old babbled, and Cassius could feel his little saliva-filled fingers in his hair. He didn't mind. Kiddos were messy! But it looked like they were some of the first to arrive...not that he minded.

Alex was wiggling around sooooo Cassius, in one smooth swoop, pulled him out and kissed his forehead. "All right," he said in soft French. "What can we get into?"

[Harron Peasley]

"Alright there, Palmer?" Travis grinned as he crouched down next to the sick year old, absently picking a bit of cotton wool fluff from the boys hair. He was planning on spending the day hopping between rooms and making sure all of his little kiddo's were happy and having fun, and if they weren't, then it was his job to find out why. And to hopefully help them cheer up. He was excited to have guests and visitors around, too, hopeful that seeing the House on a day like this would encourage them to all come to the fundraiser in a few weeks.

Eyeing the craft supplies he'd helped Mrs. Stemp (for some reason, he still couldn't bring himself to call her Rachel, no matter how many times she asked him to) set out earlier that morning, Travis turned back to the little boy and his work. "What're you making?"

[Shanners]

Quote:

Originally Posted by kayquilz

Baaaaaaby in a backpack!!!! Not literally, but Cassius thought it was easier to move around with Alex if he was in a sling. The back sling, though. So Cassius THE FALCONS CHASER WHO ALSO HAPPENED TO BE AN UNCLE TO THE BEST LITTLE ANGEL IN THE WORLD had arrived at the craft thingy at this orphan place....STEMP HOUSE.

He had heard of the Stemp House, of course, so he thought it would be nice to come support and all anyways.

The one-year-old babbled, and Cassius could feel his little saliva-filled fingers in his hair. He didn't mind. Kiddos were messy! But it looked like they were some of the first to arrive...not that he minded.

Alex was wiggling around sooooo Cassius, in one smooth swoop, pulled him out and kissed his forehead. "All right," he said in soft French. "What can we get into?"

It was nice to see people bringing the younger children around as Primrose didn't get to see many of them every day at work. Most of the kids at Stemp House were older than 5 and that made her a little sad. Her daughter, Callaia, was the only one that she spent time with that was a proper little one. And actually, speak of the devil...she could hear her squealing along to a few Christmas songs with Winnie in another room. Ugh, that girl was her absolute favourite little one in the world. Her beautiful bonny Callaia Sofia.

She turned her head at the quieter tones of another language and cooooooooooed at the back of the little one's head. Children's heads were so adorable and it just made Primrose want another one. But she and Ebenezer had only recently started officially dating, so it definitely wasn't on the cards for them for a while. And she didn't need any more time off from this place. "Oh how precious! We have crafts and cookies in that room!" A point in the direction for the Daddy, n'awwwwwwww. "And stories in the other room. OR we have about half an hour until our photographer starts with the photoshoots. He'll be doing parent and child ones too, if that's what you want.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

"Alright there, Palmer?" Travis grinned as he crouched down next to the sick year old, absently picking a bit of cotton wool fluff from the boys hair. He was planning on spending the day hopping between rooms and making sure all of his little kiddo's were happy and having fun, and if they weren't, then it was his job to find out why. And to hopefully help them cheer up. He was excited to have guests and visitors around, too, hopeful that seeing the House on a day like this would encourage them to all come to the fundraiser in a few weeks.

Eyeing the craft supplies he'd helped Mrs. Stemp (for some reason, he still couldn't bring himself to call her Rachel, no matter how many times she asked him to) set out earlier that morning, Travis turned back to the little boy and his work. "What're you making?"

Palmer looked up from his cotton ball fiasco and smiled at the friendly face. "Look at Santa's beard, Travis!!! I think I might put some grey paint on it, tOO. FOR SOOT." Because Santa used the chimney. And Mrs Lorelai said that he got soot all over him, but he could use his Christmas magic to get rid of it. "It's for Miss Primmy and Little Miss Callaia." Because of how wondefuferly lovely they both were. "I think I've got new fuzzy fingers!!!" And so he wiggled them at him, cotton fuzz and all.

[littledhampir]

Isobel had seen the fliers for the event at the Stemp House. She thought it was something her children enjoy, and it was a good cause. She had been thinking about adopting or fostering children. Not necessarily in connection with the Stemp House but it was still a nice thing to support in general. Plus crafts were always great, right? She arrived with two almost five year olds in tow. Shiloh was clinging on her back and Simya ran ahead of them to get to the crafts first. Since Isobel had an eye on her she didn't really mind and just smiled as she watched the girl reach the door. She had not been sure if she was supposed to knock or just enter, but Simya was already entered so Isobel simply followed her daughter in. That was one benefit of having a four year old around.

The very pregnant former quidditch player had not really expected to see anyone she knew at this event. She didn't know the family that ran this Stemp House, though she would enjoy being introduced. To her surprise she recognized one of the already present attendees. It was Cassius. She had met the quidditch player a few months ago in Diagon Alley.

"Hello Cassius," she greeted him with a smile. Simya had already gone to find the crafts. Isobel kept an eye on her to make sure she didn't break anything or make a mess, while she tried convincing Shiloh to get off her back. "Go play with your sister. There's crafts. And cookies." Simya came bounding back to take her brother's hand and lead him away. Shiloh glanced back at his mom but dutifully followed his sister. Isobel smiled as she watched then and looked around for a seat. Pregnant ladies like to sit down you know.

[Shanners]

Scene 3 : Summer Fundraiser
Saturday July 19th, 2092

For the past twelve months, the Stemp House staff team have been putting together their first big on-area fundraiser. The leaflets have been circulating around Diagon Alley and other wizarding areas since early January of 2092 and now the day has finally came around. Whilst Stemp House is independently funded for the majority, there is only so much that they can achieve with that financial status and so they have teamed up with multiple events and companies to give the residents a seemingly normal life. After the monetary success of the Bachelor and Bachelorette auctions at New Years (OOC Note: for more info, please hunt down Ern), the word has spread about the summer fundraiser in tenfold as the day got closer. The atmosphere in the large gardens is electric. There are residents here and there enjoying the activities set out as this day is as much for them as it is to spread awareness about the House. Staff are wandering around with information and some freebies and volunteers are stationed with their stalls ready to go.

Somehow, word has gotten out that there are some famous faces making an appearance on the stage area later in the day and it is a well-known fact that quidditch player Hassan Botros may show up, as he volunteers at Stemp House as and when he can.

Entrance fees are 5 sickles for children (anyone aged seventeen and under) and 11 for adults.

Come on into the grounds and wander around the stalls full of information and goodies to purchase. For the children, there is Gianna Darcy and a few assistants painting faces of anything that children want. Of course, it’s the warm summer and so the paints are sweat and tear proof! They come off easily with soap, though so no worries for parents! Lynley Purcell of the Ministry of Magic is hosting some rides on magic carpets over in the far right hand corner of the grass, close by the football and quidditch pitch open to any and all who want to play. Around the exterior of the gardens are some food trucks and seating areas ready to fill your stomachs before the stage show begins at noon.

The auction will begin at 3pm, before a closing musical medley. Some items include a guitar from West Odessa of The Dead Kneazles and Wigtown Wanderers fame and some WerewolfSnout tour tickets.

Have the most wonderful day, and please don’t forget to drop in at the House Information stall with founder and staff member, Lorelai Stemp.

OOC Note: Hi! Welcome to the Stemp House Summer Fundraiser! Information about the house is linked in the first post of this thread and I really hope you have fun interacting around this event. Start up your own RP’s and be creative! There is so much happening that there will be something for everyone. Not all of the stalls, performances and auction items are listed on the spreadsheet so please feel free to add your own items to it all. I’m still working out a fun way to give you all those wonderful auction prizes, so stay tuned and have the most amazing fun. I really love this Stemp house and how well it has gone down with members on site and the interest shown in this event. Spread the word and don’t hesitate to nudge me with any questions. XO

The day had arrived! Lorelai opened up the gates minutes before 11am and let the team of staff on ticket tables take care of the crowd that was already there as she went on through to the extremely large garden to take one last look at the area before the masses of people found their way in. With every day that passed, she found herself becoming more and more proud of the thing she had put together and the impact Stemp House was having on multiple children of the Wizarding World who needed a stable home and people who really believed in them. As she pocketed her hands, she thought back to when this place was just an idea before she had any of her own children. Now…she had ten of them. And then there were the residents. All of them members of the Stemp family and if she could, she’d give them all the surname to match.

Lorelai knew what it was like to grow up in a family without love and she knew the abandonment issues that came alongside adoption. This place was a haven for them.

And although some of the residents had chosen to stay inside the house today, she understood that they appreciated the work put in to keep them in this house. They just weren’t all social people and that was a-okay.

”Welcome, welcome! Come on through! Have a look around, enjoy yourselves! The broom games will be beginning in about half an hour. Take your time, we have all day!” And don’t forget to stop by her stall and get as much information as you possibly could!

Palmer was the MOST excited little boy today. He was going to have SO many friends over in his garden and he was going to be able to meet new people all whilst having the best fun. Days like this were what he loved and it was so great to have it happening at HIS OWN HOUSE instead of having to travel in weird wizard ways or bundle residents into the minibus that Miss Primrose most definitely was not the best at driving. And she always chose very silly radio songs that didn’t sound like they were all too well thought about. Palmer much preferred the good old wizarding radio to that muggle stuff.

Perhaps that reminded him of the muggle families he had almost been fostered by, but they had never been the right fit.

EITHER WAY THIS BOY WAS SO EXCITED and it was evident in his bouncing around the garden straight towards the inflatable play area. RACES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[FearlessLeader19]

Adi had gotten there early. Why? Because being in charge of the stand that housed the baked goods needed to be properly set up. It smelt heavenly in here and he sincerely hoped that he wouldn't give into nomming on a few goodies. Then again, he was doing this voluntarily for a super good cause so he figured he would exercise some self control.

Everything on display: biscuits, buns, brownies, cookies, custard, tarts- you name it and it was there- was kept warm thanks to a handy little spell. Hearing Lorelai announce that things were officially going to get started, he waved a hand in her direction. "All set!'' he called to her, grinning.

Let the fun commence!

[Harron Peasley]

Dear Merlin, Adam Stemp had never been prouder.

It was hard to beat the opening of the House, or Ringo's grades, or the time that Corb had finally mastered the first three bars of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto, but Lorelai had gone above and beyond, and her husband was practically bursting. He hung around the sports pitches, by a pile of children's broomsticks, bouncing on the balls of his feet and rubbing his hands together excitedly. His jacket was discarded somewhere that Lorelai probably wouldn't approve of, and his hair was a mess, but the grin on his face was infectious as he greeted anyone and everyone who looked at him.

When he wasn't making heart-eyes at his wife, that is.

Ava loved working at the house. She'd spend so long working for her degree and certificates, always afraid that she wouldn't be good enough. After a few years community liaison work, she was so proud to be a part of the environment, and to really (at least try to) help the children she cared deeply about. It was also pretty brilliant that Winter came and volunteered occasionally. She was hanging around the entrance of the house today, watching the people flood through the doors, sometimes giggling if she caught Mr. Stemp looking like a love sick puppy, and just being generally around to help in any way she could. It was a big event, and Ava knew that it was possible for children, especially the vulnerable ones she helped, to get easily overwhelmed.

Over by the inflatable play area, watching over the little'uns, was Travis. Laid back and cool, not paying much attention to the crowd but instead to the little ones that wanted to play.

[Felixir]

Jordan may have been a few months shy of starting at Hogwarts, and closer to his twelfth birthday than his eleventh, but that certainly didn't mean he was too old for the inflatable play area. It was the only thing even a little bit relevant to his interests, because it meant he could bounce and spin and bounce and spin and bounce and spin and flap his hands all he liked, and make all the colours of the play area spin around him. The only problem would be dealing with loads of other people at the same time, but Jordan was content to do his thing while they did theirs, as long as they didn't bother him too much.

Darting across to the inflatable play area before the garden could get too busy, Jordan made sure to keep track of the layout of everything, so that he would know his route back into the house when he decided he didn't want to join in anymore. If it got too overwhelming, he would use one of the staff to make a barrier between him and all the people in order to forge a path and go back inside.

Potential escape route was all sorted. He had a plan, for Just In Case. Right now, though, there was bouncing and spinning and hand flapping to be done and, after sparing Palmer and Travis a glance each as he entered the play area, Jordan started to do just that.

[Shanners]

Quote:

Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Adi had gotten there early. Why? Because being in charge of the stand that housed the baked goods needed to be properly set up. It smelt heavenly in here and he sincerely hoped that he wouldn't give into nomming on a few goodies. Then again, he was doing this voluntarily for a super good cause so he figured he would exercise some self control.

Everything on display: biscuits, buns, brownies, cookies, custard, tarts- you name it and it was there- was kept warm thanks to a handy little spell. Hearing Lorelai announce that things were officially going to get started, he waved a hand in her direction. "All set!'' he called to her, grinning.

Let the fun commence!

Having people go out of their way to volunteer at this event warmed Lorelai's heart enough that she had cried about it multiple times to her husband at hope. With a wave in Adi's direction, Lori eyed up the baked goods on the table and made a note to send as many people over there as she could. People loved cakes and things that were lovely and full of chocolate. And chocolate made kids happy, and happy kids was all about what today aimed to do.

"Everything looks great, Adi! Give me or Adam a shout if you need anything!"

Quote:

Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Dear Merlin, Adam Stemp had never been prouder.

It was hard to beat the opening of the House, or Ringo's grades, or the time that Corb had finally mastered the first three bars of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto, but Lorelai had gone above and beyond, and her husband was practically bursting. He hung around the sports pitches, by a pile of children's broomsticks, bouncing on the balls of his feet and rubbing his hands together excitedly. His jacket was discarded somewhere that Lorelai probably wouldn't approve of, and his hair was a mess, but the grin on his face was infectious as he greeted anyone and everyone who looked at him.

When he wasn't making heart-eyes at his wife, that is.

Ava loved working at the house. She'd spend so long working for her degree and certificates, always afraid that she wouldn't be good enough. After a few years community liaison work, she was so proud to be a part of the environment, and to really (at least try to) help the children she cared deeply about. It was also pretty brilliant that Winter came and volunteered occasionally. She was hanging around the entrance of the house today, watching the people flood through the doors, sometimes giggling if she caught Mr. Stemp looking like a love sick puppy, and just being generally around to help in any way she could. It was a big event, and Ava knew that it was possible for children, especially the vulnerable ones she helped, to get easily overwhelmed.

Lorelai had spotted her husband from all the way over the other side of the vast grounds. She shot him one of her smiles and sent over a few of the younger residents that were loitering. "Go and see Adam, you guys. He's got the brooms out." And she knew how some of them really loved the thrill of getting up off the floor even if it was just a metre. And then she waved over at Adam and started to make her way over there to get a supportive hug before she actually cried.

As she got close to his side, she leaned into him and smiled again. "Can you believe this is actually happening?" This. Them. This house. The cause. The people coming to see them...

Quote:

Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Over by the inflatable play area, watching over the little'uns, was Travis. Laid back and cool, not paying much attention to the crowd but instead to the little ones that wanted to play.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Felixir

Jordan may have been a few months shy of starting at Hogwarts, and closer to his twelfth birthday than his eleventh, but that certainly didn't mean he was too old for the inflatable play area. It was the only thing even a little bit relevant to his interests, because it meant he could bounce and spin and bounce and spin and bounce and spin and flap his hands all he liked, and make all the colours of the play area spin around him. The only problem would be dealing with loads of other people at the same time, but Jordan was content to do his thing while they did theirs, as long as they didn't bother him too much.

Darting across to the inflatable play area before the garden could get too busy, Jordan made sure to keep track of the layout of everything, so that he would know his route back into the house when he decided he didn't want to join in anymore. If it got too overwhelming, he would use one of the staff to make a barrier between him and all the people in order to forge a path and go back inside.

Potential escape route was all sorted. He had a plan, for Just In Case. Right now, though, there was bouncing and spinning and hand flapping to be done and, after sparing Palmer and Travis a glance each as he entered the play area, Jordan started to do just that.

Palmer WAS SO EXCITED. And Travis was nearby so if anything happened, then he would SO be on it. Travis was such a good helper with that. As Jordan came on over, Palmer followed suit onto the inflatable play area and threw himself at a few of the walls each with a squeal. THIS. WAS. SO. SO. SO. SO. SO. FUN. OH MAH GAAAAAAAAASH.

Once he felt he had effectively bashed up the walls enough, he ran off to clamber the inflatable ladder to then hurl himself down the slide.

WOT.

[Star-Lord]

Tyler walked up to the Stemp house, all causal like he had always done. Looking around, he couldn't help but grin at how everything turned out. He couldn't be prouder of Glitter right now. All her hard work was taking off and more people were showing up. Letting Nathan go to find the kids, Tyler kept walking around; maybe hoping to find Lori along the way.

[Magical Soul]

Ela was rather pale now, the summer tan that she always so keen on did not quite catch yet. It had been a weird couple of months, all she did and was supposed to do was study and learn how to use a wand. It was weird. She felt limited. And now she was at this big event with many stranger faces, she did not feel very comfortable being here but Mrs. Stemp had been so good and patient with her Ela couldn't help but show up.

Once out in the gardens where... things were being had, the sixteen year old chose a quiet corner and took a seat on the ground with her crossed legs. She was to let herself feel a little more comfortable before mingling and eating food.

And while she waited and observed, her hands moved and created a ball of black mist moving lazily from one hand to another. It was an old habit....

[littledhampir]

Olly was there because he was going to paint! He'd wanted to do something but didn't have a lot of talents he could put to use. Luckily there was a face painting booth and he was going to be able to help out. What was the woman's name who was running the booth again? He felt bad that he couldn't remember. He was really looking forward to it and hoped everything was still on. He had never really painted the faces of children before, but it would be fun. And there were teenagers there too if they wanted their faces painted. Some that Olly knew would be there. A couple of his dormmates, even. Though neither of them were really likely to show up at an event like this. When Olly arrived on the day of the big event and made his way straight for the face painting booth. "I'm here to help," he said timidly

[Felixir]

Quote:

Originally Posted by Shanners

Palmer WAS SO EXCITED. And Travis was nearby so if anything happened, then he would SO be on it. Travis was such a good helper with that. As Jordan came on over, Palmer followed suit onto the inflatable play area and threw himself at a few of the walls each with a squeal. THIS. WAS. SO. SO. SO. SO. SO. FUN. OH MAH GAAAAAAAAASH.

Once he felt he had effectively bashed up the walls enough, he ran off to clamber the inflatable ladder to then hurl himself down the slide.

WOT.

There was something to be said about bouncing and spinning and big brightly coloured inflatable things that were there for the sole purpose of throwing oneself all over the place. In Jordan's opinion, it was one of the best things for pent up frustration - a little like how when he got angry he was advised to hit pillows or smack walls with big inflatable hammers or something. The only problem was getting a little too worked up. That was a Big Jordan Problem at times, but not one that he tended to dwell on ever.

Like right now. HE DIDN'T CARE RIGHT NOW.

Palmer was way younger than him, but that didn't seem to bother Jordan as - once he paused in his bouncing and spinning and saw the other boy starting off on the actual inflatable obstacles - he charged after him and started scrambling up the ladder with slight difficulty.