https://ginevram.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ginevram.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2006-03-11 05:11 pm

J.A.I.L.B.A.I.T. Teaparty ::Semi-Screened for Female Chars Under 30::




Madam Rosmerta has cleared away most of the usual tables and booths. There are still a few small tables scattered around the large room, and a cheery fire is crackling in the fireplace. Along one wall are long tables loaded with tea sandwiches, scones, petit fours, candies, biscuits and other rich treats. On the opposite wall there is tea with all the accoutrements, a fountain type punchbowl, and coffee for those who prefer it to tea. Butterbeer is also available on request.

The tables hold bouquets of early spring flowers -- snowdrops, narcissus, and crocus in pink, yellow and white. There are soft yellow, pink, and white ribbons on the candle sconces, as well.

In a back room, the models from Gladrags are bustling around, changing into the various cloaks and robes they will be showing the attendees. They can't be seen, but it is possible to hear their indistinct chatter.

After checking the arrangements with Madam Rosemerta, Ginny stands near the door, nervously waiting for Emma to show up, and worried about whether the party will come off well, and very excited about her friends meeting each other. She's dressed in an aqua green Muggle dress with small yellow flowers, and wearing the new silver snitch necklace Harry gave her.



((While screened for female characters under the age of 30, the Three Broomsticks is a public facility, so it is possible for other characters to crash the party. It'll be a lot easier if they're disguised as a female under thirty, though. *wink*))

[identity profile] sensiblesusan.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I don't know, field hockey? No, no particular ideas, although ... you know, we all come from such very different places and times; I should like to see some kind of round-table or discussion about our native mores and manners. It might help us understand each other better, you see.

[identity profile] sensiblesusan.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Field hockey -- ah, it's a bit like Quidditch, I suppose, only not magic, and no brooms or flying. Back home, it was one of the sports considered acceptable for young ladies of good breeding, I suppose. Although, you know, I think I like Quidditch better. At least the flying part.

I think if you balance out the sorts of things you schedule, it should be fine. Too much of one or the other would get dull quickly.

[identity profile] sensiblesusan.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
At the very least, I should be a support member of the Ravenclaw team. We've just lost our Beater, actually, and though I haven't got much -- well, any -- experience, it's possible that I might end up in that position. It's the knack for sports that involve waving long sticks about, I suppose. I saw your name on the poster for the intramural team, didn't I? How is that coming along?

A contest? Hmm. Perhaps -- it depends, I suppose, on what manner of contest. Nothing that would encourage excessive competition, since the goal of the group is to foster community. I'll have to think on it.

[identity profile] sensiblesusan.livejournal.com 2006-03-15 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
*is a little bowled over by the Quidditch talk, but likes and is amused by Ginny's enthusiasm*

I've not been to a practice yet, although I suppose there ought to be one soon.

*remembers now where she's seen Ginny before*

Ah, I think I remember seeing you recently, when Adam and the others got a group together for flying. He was very helpful, actually. I didn't get the chance to introduce myself at the time, as you and Miss Tam seemed to have a lot to talk about.

Your contest ideas sound excellent. I do believe there's a young man in Slytherin who's very interested in food, if I'm not mistaken -- perhaps he could be a judge?

[identity profile] sensiblesusan.livejournal.com 2006-03-16 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Adam is a remarkable young man. *looks at Ginny curiously* Why on earth would he be afraid of you?

I believe it's Paul -- can't recall his surname. He has an odd obsession with pudding.