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The Language of the Flowers was a popular method to express feelings where words might be improper, but did you know other means of doing so? Some ladies used their parasols, as well as their fans, gloves, and hankies to flirt with a gentleman (or alternatively, tell them to shove it!). — Bree ( Submit your own)
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This boy, then. He wasn't new. Wasn't one of the worst people in the common room, those rotten rich boys - like Mr. Jailkeeper - who could not fathom a world beyond their own farts. Was a good working class lad, so he'd heard. Had a bit of a weird looking face, and a bit of a weird thing for preaching. Still.Aubrey Davis in The Under-Sofa
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Hello Darkness, My Old Friend
March 9th, 1889 — Hogwarts Dungeons
For Conundrum Roulette

Ten house points gone and an evening spent here, in paradise. What more could you ask for?

Not having to scrub out old cauldrons, that’s for sure. And the company is…not necessarily who you would have chosen. But all in all, it probably could be worse. The lanterns could go out for one, but you can still see just fi—oh, there they’ve gone.

Still, at least you’ve got your wa—no, you had to leave that in your dormitory. Professor’s orders.

Still, it’s not as though you’re trapped in the dark, right?

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“It’s locked.”

It had taken some time—and an accidental collision with one of the others—for Idunn to find her way to it, but the latch on the old door was clearly not going to budge. Whether locked intentionally or simply warped over the centuries, the Ravenclaw did not know, but her face plummeted into a frown of displeasure (not that anyone could see).

As far as the third year was concerned, she should not have even gotten detention. Her potions partner had been an idiot, to think that ‘essence of wormwood’ would be just as good as standard wormwood, and frankly, had needed to know this. And Idunn thought herself well within her rights to have smacked him, rather than risk the cauldron blowing up if he had succeeded in disregarding her warning.

The professor, though, had not agreed.

And so here she was, in the dark, no wand, no way out, and no companions that were even vaguely useful. Well, perhaps Lestrange would come in handy—as surely someone would come looking for him, even if they couldn’t be bothered about the trio of witches—but he hadn’t shown any particular usefulness of late.

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It was not Claire's fault that the prefect had not taken the joke well of a snail on their plate! That was rather hilarious. Many laughed. The prefect? Not so much. There was yelling, a crashing sound, and a few fingers pointed her way for the whole ordeal. How could she have known that the prefect was going to act that way? Most would just sigh and grumble, only to laugh about it later. Even Mama did that. She usually got really angry at pranks, but that one was harmless!

So now she was in the dark with older students and no way out. Was it the professor's doing? Peeves? Or just rather dumb luck? That remained to be seen. She remembered the last time that she was locked in a room. That crazy girl that thought that Cele and her were the same person had broken the door. With a knife. Please none of these people had a knife.

A locked door could mean that it could be unlocked. Taking out her wand, she was walking over when she bumped into someone. Dropping said wand, she heard it roll away. "My wand!" Don't step on it, don't step on it, oh goodness please don't step on it. Mama would be so mad! And how could Claire possibly get through her classes without a wand!

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French is mixed into her accent due to French parents and household staff
Crystal was mildly annoyed that there were two Slytherins in this detention. There should have been a Hufflepuff, instead. Then it would have been a full party. And all the houses would be less ten points.

The detention itself didn't bother her. No wand? Great. She hadn't had a wand before she was eleven and nearly four months of the year she wasn't able to use it. She didn't feel like she was completely dependent on the magic.

When the lights went out she shrugged it off. The darkness didn't bother her. Whatever the professor wanted them to do, they obviously couldn't do now. She turned to the voice of the first year, curious as to why she had her wand when they'd all been told to not bring them. Whatever.

She decided to just linger to the side and not say anything. It was her mouth that had landed her in trouble in the first place and she'd be damned if she got in more trouble in detention.

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What the first year had failed to realize was the fact that she actually had left her actual wand in her dorm. But she had brought a chocolate wand that she had foolishly mistaken for her own* in the 'light' of the darkness they were surrounded in. Oblivious to the fact that the chocolate weighed less than her actual wand, her panic was far from necessary. The only danger leading to this wand being stepped on was a sticky mess on someone's shoe and possibly said person slipping on said chocolate.

*OOC - I swear on all things good in this world that I totally blanked and forgot that they weren't supposed to have wands. My fault, not Claire's. But I ain't gonna make Ocean change her post on my mistake, so here we are.

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French is mixed into her accent due to French parents and household staff

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