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Hi, Aileen!

I've had the weirdest dream today so I just have to pick your brain about something. If you had to choose between riding a dinosaur, flying a hippogriff, or swimming among the dolphins, what would you choose?

— 5th year with fluffy hair

Hello, stranger!

I believe that if I had to choose, I would go swimming with a dolphin. They are much less likely to harm me and I'm terribly afraid of heights, so that sadly rules out the other two options.

A.B.

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"Hey, F-Felix," mumbles Fred passing by the Ravenclaw table and noticing the enticing Crème Brûlée on Felix's plate. "Do you think I..." he swallows, eyes darting from Felix's face to the dessert and back. "Do you think I can... have a lick? A taste, I mean. I-I'll even get my own spoon!"

"A lick?" Felix echoed, his spoon pausing just above the golden crust of his dessert.

The Ravenclaw glanced down at the custard in question, then back at Fred's face - eyes wide, hopeful, perhaps a touch desperate. Felix bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too soon.

"Well," he said warmly, sliding the little dish forward a few inches, "since you asked so sweetly..."

"But I warn you," he added, tipping his head just slightly as golden strands fell into his eyes, "it might leave you wanting more."

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Asani nods approvingly at Felix's moves. Yes. This will do nicely. For what — she doesn't know yet but this information certainly will come in handy one day.

She notices @demetrius-haggarty freeze in the doorway. Before he could escape, she points a wand at him, saying threateningly: "DANCE, DEMETRIUS, DANCE!"

Asani flies into the classroom, runs up to your desk, and slams her hands on the table: "FELIX!"

She gets a wand out of her pocket and aggressively points at the gramophone in the middle of the classroom, casting a spell. Loud music starts booming all over the place.

"FELIX, SHOW US YOUR BEST DANCE MOVE!"

Felix blinked in surprise, his quill freezing mid-sentence as the sudden sound of Asani’s voice rang through the classroom. Before he could so much as utter a "Hello?", she was already slamming her hands on his desk.

"Asani, wha-" he started, but his words were drowned out by the music that erupted from the gramophone. The classroom seemed to shudder with the beat, the booming rhythm made his chair vibrate, and a few startled students peered over their books with wide eyes.

He glanced around the room, then back at Asani's determined expression. Felix' lips twitched.

"Alright, why not?" he relented, standing up and brushing off his robes. "But don't laugh too hard, alright?"

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[Approximate looks for Asani, Cassandra, and Fred. Cass' hair should be straight, Asani's hair should be voluminous and go below her waist. Fred... is Fred.]

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To: The tallest blond Ravenclaw student named Felix! From: A curious 5th year with fluffy hair

Felix!

You know what I find rather boring? Rectangular pillows. Who created rectangular pillows and why couldn't it be some other shape! Squares are boring, too, but do you have an opinion on the round pillows? That's less boring, and it's perfect for your head! Although then one might argue that the flattened-egg-shaped pillows would be even better. Felix, if you had a chance to design a perfect pillow, how would it look like? Let's say no to boring pillows!

Actually, I was gonna ask you about the sheep rumours in the Ravenclaw common room but now I don't care about it as much as the pillows. I love pillows! I took apart so many in my lifetime! Burned a few? I'll never forget the smell.

Can't wait to find out about your favourite pillow shape!

Dear Fluffy-Haired Curator of Pillows,

This is certainly not a question I get to answer every day - though I must admit, I appreciate your passion for revolutionising pillow shapes.

Well, I prefer my pillows hard - just the right amount of firmness to keep things steady. But since I’m a rather cuddly sleeper, I like them big and squeezable too - perfect for wrapping around and holding close. Rounded edges wouldn't hurt, either - less likely to jab you in the face during particularly restless dreams. :)

Warmly,

Felix

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Unphased by the point-taking, Asani retorts smugly from under the table as she is crawling away:

"Why would I ask you if I can just make things happen? What else are people supposed to do under the desks?"

Cassandra, who has been studying in the library as well, gasps and jumps onto her feet, ready to scold the child for her antiques, as a responsible Head Girl Cassandra is. After all, she has just earned their House those 20 points today!

"Asani!" she whispers loud enough to be heard but not loud enough by the library standards. "Get out from under the table NOW or I'll—"

Nobody got to hear what she'd do. Cass tries to step away from her bench to look under the table, but she doesn't realize one crucial thing: she wasn't spared the 5th year's knotty gift. With a girly yelp, the Head Girl plummets butt-first onto the floor, a habit she's starting to rather despise.

Fred who was sitting next to her, gets startled by the sound and, with "Cassie, are you alright?" on his lips, moves towards her to help her up. Ah, Fred. If only you paid attention. Asani made sure it's not only your shoes that were tied, but also your ankles. The boy doesn't even get up. He falls over the bench backwards, right onto Cassandra, both screaming from surprise. Angry muffled whispers and hisses get mixed up with pathetic muffled apologies.

"GET OFF OF ME YOU— YOU—!"

"Merlin, Cassie, I'm so sorry, I'm so so so sorry—"

"ROLL LEFT! LEFT I SAID! NO! STOP WIGGLING, YOU'RE NOT A FLOBBERWORM, FRED!"

Somewhere to the side Asani finally makes it out from under the line of desks and sprints full speed towards the door, cackling loudly.

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"

"ASANI!"

The 5-year with fluffy hair crawls under the desks in the library, tying together other students' shoelaces and giggling to herself quietly. When she gets to the desk you are standing by, Asani hesitates. Regular shoes, huh... Well, how about...

A quick spell later, your footwear transforms into these:

Oh, a little mischief under the desk, is it? My, my, bold choice, my dear. If you wanted to hear me squeak and grunt, you only needed to ask.

I must admit, it's been some time since I've worn anything so flashy. However, Gryffindor shall lose 20 points for such... audacious creativity. Let's hope next time you direct that spirited energy toward something a bit more appropriate.

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you scare me (compliment)

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"Mrs. Devlin, h-hello, sorry to bother you, you probably don't even know me, I'm Fred... I've overheard from M a reliable source that you produce some... Salves... For ni tender sore spots? I've had a cupboard encounter recently that left me with some, uh, battle scars that need special attention."

Fred makes no eye contact while talking mumbling this to you, his ears as red as the unseen and unspoken tender areas under his shirt.

Theo listens to Fred patiently, wondering why in Merlin's name he was so nervous.

"Ohhhh, Fred..."

She nods sympathetically, to encourage him to continue.

Then her brow raises. Salves? Hm. The only salves she had made lately was one for Montrose's poorly protected pecks....and then she freezes when she hears Fred say 'cupboard.' She blushes right in return.

"Oh, Fred."

This time, her statement is said very knowingly.

Obviously, Halloween approaching did NOT mean Theo was safe from unforeseen jump scares before then, including meeting a very unexpected close acquaintance.

But Theo always did pride herself on playing well with others.

She tries to clear her throat, "Erm...I'm sadly out of salves for the moment. Oddly enough, they've been in high demand. Or maybe it isn't odd? I'm not even sure anymore." Her words trail off as unwelcome mental images start flooding her brain of what in Merlin's name was happening to everyone's 'tender areas'.

Such grabby, grabby paws.

"Anyway" She clears her throat again, "...I'll try and whip up some more for you next time I'm in potions! In the meantime, perhaps wear more layers if you plan on getting back in that broom cupboard? I know that's usually the OPPOSITE goal of broom cupboards...but ..I mean.....y-you know what I mean!!!!" Theo is aware she is rambling like a crazy person to keep herself from a fit of laughter she may never recover from.

She trains her face back to concern, and drops her voice to a whisper, "...And um....well, nifflers can be very proud creatures sometimes, you know? Not saying I know there's a niffler involved. BUT. If there was....perhaps if you tried to call him little lord in the broom cupboard..? Not that I know much about that. Educated guess, of course."

At this point, Theo accepts there is no point in trying to save face any longer. Just nips.

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[Fred is only a liiittle bit paranoid before Halloween... Asani is unusually cruel to him this time of year.]

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The broom cupboard smells really nice today, don't you think?

I think the better question is how did we both manage to find each other in the same broom closet?

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A weak voice from the back awkwardly adds:

"Um... There are three of us, actually..."

The broom cupboard smells really nice today, don't you think?

I think the better question is how did we both manage to find each other in the same broom closet?

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How does one attract lads and ladies, Ominis?

I've been trying for weeks to send somebody I like poetry, but they have never returned my owls. Do you think a more direct approach would work? And in that case, let's say I get them alone in a room with me (and I know they, er, get around). How do I make my intentions known?

Fred

Fred,

Poetry will not work for all. It is unfortunate, but the truth. In these cases, we must employ a different tactic.

Flowers are a classic, and they need not be fancy or grand. A few, picked yourself, and given as a favor with a smile and a well-thought phrase.

A request for a meal shared together can easily tell you everything you need to know. A refusal tells you they have no interest, and are therefore not worth more time. An acceptance, however, is an opening for a meaningful conversation.

When you do get them alone, be honest. Do not dance around the subject. Tell them how you are feeling, and ask them if they feel the same-- or if they ever could. Timing is just as important as honesty.

Bonne chance, mon ami.

Ominis

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Hi! I have a question... Where can I get my hands on some glitter??? That show you set up the other day was amazing and I've been contemplating doing something similar for one of the girls' that keeps making fun of my hair for being too fluffy. But I have no idea where I can get something glittery and sticky 😩 Maybe some alternatives would do as well... I need something she can't get out of her hair for a while! And I know it's not nice but you also haven't heard the vile things she said about me behind my back :( my revenge will be swift! (And fun)

Take care! Your hair is also amazing by the way!

A random 5th year with fluffy hair

hello there sweetheart,

i fully am behind this plan. so much in fact, that i have done all the hard work for you. and don't worry..... she will be walking around with this potion in her hair for weeks because-- and trust me on this-- no spell or anything can get rid of it.

i do hope you enjoy this. i know i will once it's on and i get to see our chaos in full force.

much love,

gw

[ included is a large bottle that looks like clear glue full of colour-changing glitter ]

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"The king of kings, the teal of teals, the handsomest niffler of all!" The 5th year with fluffy hair begins, a pet brush in one hand and treats in another. "Let me brush thy teal fur! It'll save me, your loyal subject, from the worst fate of all — boredom!"

That, and she's got some plans for the fur that'll be left on the brush. But the little niffler doesn't need to know that.

Nosy paused from his current fixation - stuffing another sock that clearly wasn't his own into his belly pouch - and gave the girl a side-eye, suspicious but intrigued. The sight of treats always had a way of softening the Niffler's guard. He tilted his head in mock consideration, as if weighing her offer.

Brushing? Him? The Teal King? Nosy had to admit, the praise was well-deserved. And "The King of Kings" had a nice ring to it. Perhaps a little grooming session wasn't such a bad idea, especially with the promise of snacks so generously offered.

Strutting over with his tail flicking confidently, Nosy gave the girl a regal look, as if to say, You may proceed. With a small honk, he plopped himself down in front of her, sealing the deal. Of course, he kept one eye on the treats the whole time, as per usual - those were what truly mattered.

As the fifth-year began brushing his fur, Nosy sat in regal silence, thoroughly enjoying the attention and the soothing feeling of being combed, making his teal coat shimmer with every stroke. From time to time, the little Niffler glanced up at the girl with an unruly mop of hair, silently pleased with her work.

Occasionally, he would even lift a paw, signalling his approval, or nudge her hand towards the treats she still held. A king must be rewarded for his cooperation, after all. And though the girl grinned mischievously, hiding her true motives behind that playful expression, Nosy couldn't care less in that moment. As far as the little menace was concerned, he was simply enjoying the treatment he naturally deserved.

When the brushing session finally came to an end, Nosy snatched up his treats with a smug look, his fur now gleaming and fluffed to perfection.

He strutted away, proud and satisfied, completely unaware that he had just donated a part of his luxurious teal coat to her mysterious schemes. The Teal King had been pampered, and all was right in his world - for now.

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Asani has been working hard on not working hard. It's fun to provide yourself with entertainment but it's more fun when it is gifted to you after the smallest of nudges.

A Halloween Polyjuice Swap event? Don't mind if she does! She just has to... Drop some fur into her phial instead of her precious fluffy hair. And watch the unfortunate soul who randomly drinks the concoction.