[OPEN MINGLE] Or perhaps in Slytherin

[fulllifeconsequences]

Who: Slytherin House! (And friends and visitors, of course!)
Where: Slytherin Common Room, Quidditch Pitch, various places around Hogwarts
When: Duration of the event
Rating: G (will edit as necessary)
Summary: Slytherin open log!
The Story:



The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in carved chairs.

The common room has changed, somewhat, from its historical description, thanks to the decorative powers of one Mettaton. Though it still extends beneath the lake and thus retains a greenish, aquatic cast, it's much more brightly lit, its cold, damp atmosphere replaced with dazzling MTT-brand warmth. Even the giant squid, occasionally peering in as it does its rounds of the lake, seems just a shade more glamorous inside such a charming space.

Students - and a ghost or two - can be found nestled within its confines, plotting mischief around the fire, studiously doing their homework (as good students do), or perhaps trading Chocolate Frog trading cards. Though Slytherin is not especially well-known for its wide-open, trusting nature, Slytherins are known for not snitching on each other; if a guest or two were to creep in for a while, then odds are, nobody saw anything.

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THE QUIDDITCH PITCH

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[Of course, Slytherin's Quidditch team is hard at work, getting in practice for The Big Game. There's always a Big Game, right?

You can definitely find Chara there at almost any time the pitch schedule permits it. They're in the habit of showing up a good 15 minutes early for practice, wrestling with a case of bludgers, trying to balance both their Beater bat and their broomstick under one arm. They might be a second-year, but they're also going to play harder than anyone else in this entire school!]

_{((ooc: DO WE WANT A TEAM MINGLE BECAUSE THIS CAN TOTALLY BE A TEAM MINGLE))}

THIS SHOULD DEFINITELY BE A TEAM MINGLE

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji is typically early to practice as well, since captains probably should be, but Chara beat him to it this time. He's used to their enthusiasm for hitting stuff with a bat, however.]

You want some help?

DRAPES SELF ON A PIANO AND SEDUCTIVELY BECKONS TEAM

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Help is for babies. I've got this! Check it out.

[With practiced, skillful ease, they kick open the bludger case, undo the chains keeping one of the weighty Death Orbs down, and... immediately get conked on the noggin by it. They drop their broom and bat with all the Grace And Style of a Truly Talented Beater. It's glorious and dazzling.]

[eatsyourscience]

[That was kind of what Souji was expecting to see happen. And now the bludgers are lose, which is just awesome for everyone. He watches them move about before looking back at Chara.]

If you're fine, you should probably get started.

[Souji is the most sympathetic captain.]

JUMPS IN ON THE SHIT TRAIN

[canofwhoopass]

[Wendy is howling as she approaches, because she totally just fucking saw that.]

Good job, kid! Next you can work on swinging it towards other people!

[She's not sympathetic either, but waves a bit to Souji as she approaches, offering a fistbump.]

Whattup, team peeps?

DIVES ON IN HERE you saw nothgin

[determinedest]

[This is, fortunately (or unfortunately, depending how you look at it) a fairly regular occurrence as far as Chara and bludgers go. Frisk has their broom in hand by the time they catch up to their sibling, and are thoroughly unsurprised to see that Chara has already sustained the first injury of the day.]

I'd say knock on wood, but you've already got that covered, huh?

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji accepts the fistbump and waves to Frisk.]

Don't spend too much time messing with them. We've got work to do.

(hop on in guys we're doing a single thread w/no tag order!)

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[Chara's rosy face is now looking ten times as rosy. Partially because of the faceful of bludger, partially because that particular goof had a much bigger audience than they thought. Their cool untouchable image!!! Their tough-kid street cred!!! Tarnished for... probably like the sixth practice in a row, honestly, but at least they have their enthusiasm.]

Oh my god, did the entire team apparate here JUST to see that?

[They scrabble to grab their bat, swatting away the bludger as it makes a second attempt.]

Any more wisecracks and I'm sending this thing toward every single one of you next!

Mom is here

[didntknowbest]

CHARA, SWEETIE, ARE YOU OKAY??

[A voice comes shouting from the stands- it's Toriel, who's managed to attend almost every Slytherin quidditch practice since Frisk and Chara joined the team.]

LAUGHS

[canofwhoopass]

[Wendy just bursts out laughing as Toriel starts running over. Oh, oh, this is so precious.]

See, Chara, it's ok! Your mommy is here.

[She's leaning on her broom for support. God help her. She's not sorry.]

[determinedest]

[Frisk hastens to wave at their mom from across the pitch, flashing a smile that's the very picture of reassurance as they belt out with no regard for lung capacity:]

THEY'RE FINE, MOM! THEY HAVE A BOO-BOO, BUT THEY'RE FINE!

[Frisk, likewise, is not in any way sorry.]

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YES, MOM, I'M FINE.

[Wow, Chara has attained an entirely new level of redness, because they're like twelve and want to look Cool and Dangerous and Edgy, not bludger-faced and doted on by a loving mother.]

THANK YOU FOR ASKING.

[They add that, however, because even Lone Wolf McEdgerson is still a mama's kid deep down.]

But Frisk won't be if you're gonna call it a boo-boo, [They hiss under their breath, glaring daggers at their sibling.]

[determinedest]

[Frisk says nothing, but crams the broom under their arm to flash their sibling dual fingerguns. You know you love them!]

[didntknowbest]

OKAY! JUST BE CAREFUL, YOU TWO!

[Toriel sits back down in her seat, and resumes watching, just to make sure that nothing happens to any of them, playing such a dangerous game. She doesn't want to interfere with their practice any, after all.

Though she might have brought some snacks for when they're all done.]

[eatsyourscience]

[You guys, you're terrible at practicing. Souji just remains standing to the side, arms crossed over his chest, somehow still holding his brook loosely in one hand. If he were the type, he'd be repeatedly heaving deep sighs.]

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[Well! Chara can sense Souji's growing impatience, and they're all too eager to put their abject embarrassment behind them, so: they grab their broom, bat slung over their shoulder.]

Right! Shall we, perhaps, get to warming up? That bludger's probably going to be coming back awfully soon.

[It's sort of circling the lot of them like a buzzard, waiting for some kind of opportune chance to totally bean someone else.]

[stananigans]

[Stan's approaching the pitch just as this all ends, broomstick over his shoulder. He hears the last of it and he makes a big show of looking over at them all, with his hand shielding his eyes from the sun.]

Ugh! Looks like I got here too late to join in all the mocking!

[He doesn't even know what happened, but he missed the chance to affectionately tease the hell out of his teammates!]

Guess that's what I get for definitely gettin' here on time and not being five minutes late.

[He wasn't five minutes late anyway. ...He was six minutes late.]

[canofwhoopass]

[Wendy waves to Stan as he approaches, still grinning.]

Yeah, you missed Chara beaning themselves in the face and their mom getting worried. Classic.

[She loves Chara. Really. But also, Chara's a second year, and that's Prime Mocking Material.]

Maybe action item today should be, like, getting that thing down before it kills somebody.

[eatsyourscience]

[As loathe as he is to break up the fun, Souji really isn't that loathe at all. It's time to get things going.]

You're right. Chara, I want you to find the bludgers and try to hit Stan and Wendy with them.

[It'll be good practice for all three of them--Chara won't mind getting a little revenge for being laughed at, and the chasers need to improve their reflexes.]

[chardismastic]

[ Okay, honestly? Rafe had nearly sprained something rolling his eyes at the tiny thing that showed up at tryouts, and doubly so when they said they wanted to be a Beater. This kid was going to be defending his team once he graduated? The bat was nearly as big as they were— How were they supposed to lift the damn thing, let alone swing it around on a broomstick?

But (and he admitted it with only bare begrudging) Chara proved him wrong. They showed up early, worked their ass off, and were as vicious as Rafe could ask for. So when he saunters out onto the field and sees the struggle, the snort he offers is accompanied with a murmured spell and a flick of his wand. ]

You enjoy making things difficult for yourself? [ comes the drawl as the case of Bludgers hovers on its own, taking a load off Chara's hands. ] Or just forget your wand in the common room?

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[Well lah-dee-dah, look who's got their big fancy Wingardium leviosas out! Chara can do that too. They just don't want to, that's all.]

Nobody in the wizarding world likes to use their own two arms, do they? If I'm going to be a Beater, then I have to build muscle.

[Preteens, of course, being extremely known for their muscularity. Look, Rafe's a good Beater, and he's got size, weight, and experience on his side. They have a lot to make up for if they expect to keep up with him.]

Keep swishing your wand around, and I bet I'll be stomping you at arm wrestling by the time finals arrive.

[chardismastic]

Given the amount of machines Muggles make, I don't think that's a thing limited to wizards.

[ Those crazy muggles, bless their hearts. It's a fond statement, though, because how can't you admire the grit to get along without magic to help? Much like Chara themselves but Merlin, there's a difference between independence and just plain stubbornness. (Pots and kettles are on sale this week and they're going like hotcakes.) ]

But whatever. Excuse the hell out of me for depriving you the couple minutes' exercise. I'll make it up to you— [ The box lands lightly at Rafe's feet and he squats to open the latches, flipping open the case to reveal the bludgers in question. A wry smile tugs at his mouth as he offers an affectionate pat to the enchanted murder-balls. ] —I'll let you play target practice, I'll play target.

[ A devil's grin flashes and there has to be something about being a Beater that begs for the slightly unhinged; nobody in their right mind gets their kicks like this. On the other hand? Those people would likely be really boring. ]

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When Muggles build a Bludger-carrying machine, you let me know. Until then, I stand by these two sick pythons being all that I need.

[And speaking of using their sick pythons... Golly, they're positive that Chasers don't have even half the fun Beaters have! Chara's face lights up with an eager, gleeful smile. They drop down to their knee in front of the case, ready to undo the restraints keeping them from immediately enacting their whole "constant high-velocity bludgeoning" habit at the first sign of daylight.]

You know I'll gladly take you up on that! In the spirit of fair play and good team spirit, I'll even give you a three-second head start before I unleash these little terrors on the pitch.

[chardismastic]

I'll keep an eye out. Keep you posted.

[ Pfft— Slytherins relying on pythons. That earns a laugh, grin turning warmer at the sight of Chara's. A quarter of the fun would be generous and those Chasers don't even know what they're missing. Then again if they did, the whole thing would be a moot point. ]

Three seconds. [ He scoffs at the offer. ] What, you going soft on me?

[ But the taunt's tossed over his shoulder, since soft or not Rafe isn't going to let an opportunity pass him by. He's in the air before Chara can rescind the offer to sweep low along the grass before speeding higher with an eye behind him to watch for those Bludgers. ]

[canofwhoopass]

[Part of Wendy is really, really glad there's no longer shit being shot at her, but at the same time, she still sort of wants to be the center of attention. So she hovers above them both, chanting.]

C'mon, figure out who's the Alpha Beater! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!