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Post by OLIVIA MULCIBER on Apr 28, 2024 12:13:30 GMT -5
Drifting in a desired direction seemed impossible - sadly, it was only levitation and not flight. Olivia overcame it by finally using the bench to push herself forward. This was quite a pleasant experience. If only she could rise a little higher... the current altitude of some three feet placed a lot of obstacles in her way. If she could somehow get away from this crowd, and from all the tables and benches, she might have some fun twisting around in the air.
There was another sharp twinge, this time in her neck. She didn't pay it any mind; it wasn't a scary experience now, and maybe it would give her more altitude.
Her titters had mostly subsided now, as she was trying to focus on steering herself around the Slytherin table and into the open space near the door. People kept getting in her way, slowing her progress. The sight of her cousin, moving somewhere with purpose, caught her eye. She paused to watch, only to see him grab a goblet and throw it at a nearby student. That was it for her; laughter burst out, and Olivia had no way of controlling it. The scene had just been so hilariously absurd. Why did he even do it? That poor kid hadn't done anything to deserve it, and probably had no idea where the goblet even came from. Of course, this only made it more amusing. Julian's throw was so fast and accurate, too; she made a mental note to teasingly suggest that he should become a Quidditch player. "Ten points-- to-- Slytherin--" she managed to gasp out through the laughter.
Post by ILONA KYLLI ROWLE on Apr 28, 2024 20:04:35 GMT -5
Ilona had been in a relatively good mood that evening, enjoying the holiday festivities. That is until all hell broke loose in the Great Hall. Students were laughing uncontrollably, some even levitating, floating around above the tables as if somebody had turned off the gravity in the room. Ilona was on her feet in an instant, ready to jump into action. She was a prefect after all, was it not part of her job description to help instructors reign in such incidents? Eyes narrowed, scanning the room, she tried to decipher the cause of this sudden mass insanity. That’s when she saw them: Billywigs. Noting the telltale flash of blue, she remembered learning about them in her Care of Magical Creatures course.
It was hard to tell how many there were, but she raised her wand nonetheless and tried casting a freezing charm at a spot above the Slytherin table where she had seen a few of those blue flashes. “Immobulus!” Two small creatures froze in place mid flight, giving Ilona the chance to observe them closer. They were indeed Billywigs, although from the speed at which people were being stung, she deduced there must have been at least a couple dozen buzzing around the space. It would take some time to freeze them all. As she began waving her wand to freeze some more, she felt a small prick on her neck, quickly followed by one on her cheek. “Ow!” She exclaimed as she rubbed at the spot on her face, her eyes widening as she realized what had just happened.
It didn’t take long for the venom to start taking effect and her brain started to get fuzzy. The urge to laugh was strong, but she resisted, clamping her mouth shut and gritting her teeth. This was not funny. Ilona was not one to tolerate a lack of control, particularly in her own body, and she was not going to let these pests win. She raised her wand once more, hoping to try and cast the spell non-verbally, since she wasn’t sure she would be able to properly speak the incantation if she did open her mouth, but was once again interrupted by a sting.
Before she knew it, her feet were drifting up from the floor. She flailed her arms around helplessly, trying to grab onto the table to prevent herself from rising any more, but her efforts were futile. She soon found herself giving in to the urge to laugh, eyes filled with tears at the effort required to keep them at bay for so long. Internally she was cursing the blasted insects for causing her to lose control so quickly, but outwardly she appeared to be having a grand old time floating next to the Slytherin table.
Post by ELLA LILLY BURKE on Apr 28, 2024 20:56:08 GMT -5
The first few months of the school year had come and gone with nary an incident, much to Ella’s delight. After the events of her first year, she had become a bit worried that every school year would be just as precarious, and would further impede her studies. Not that a bit of adventure wasn’t fun at times, although she was not quite itching to repeat their fight with the acromantula any time soon.
As laughter slowly trickled through the Great Hall, Ella looked around curiously to find the source of amusement, hoping to be in on the joke. “Do you know what’s so funny?” She asked some nearby housemates, only to gasp a moment later as she began to see students floating up from their tables. Ella was on her feet before she even knew what was happening, looking around wildly. Of course, she shouldn’t have expected anything less from Hogwarts. How could one have a quote unquote normal year when studying at a magical school? She watched as some of her housemates began levitation around her, including an older student who seemed to be quite enjoying the experience.
Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, eyes scanning around the room for any source of information, her mind got to work trying to figure out what was happening. Students were laughing, seemingly uncontrollably, some were levitating. Once she saw the Australian transfer student chasing after an invisible flying rat, as per his words, her eyes widened in realization. Of course! She remembered reading about these creatures. Billywigs. Native to Australia. Relatively harmless, unless one had an allergic reaction, but had the side effect of excessive giddiness and possible levitation when stung.
“They’re Billywigs!” She exclaimed to any student near her, breaking out into a wide smile. “It’s just a swarm of Billywigs!” She laughed a bit in relief, glad for no mortal peril at that moment. A swarm of insects that provoked laughter felt like nothing compared to what she confronted the previous year. Although the question still remained, how had so many Billywigs gotten into the Great Hall? Quickly casting a shield charm around herself in the hopes of avoiding being stung, she made her way over to the Head Table, hoping to inform one of the professors about her realization to help them in controlling the situation at hand.
Post by MAEVE THORNE on Apr 28, 2024 22:40:58 GMT -5
The monosyllabic agreement to her suggestion was all Maeve required to proceed. She peeled herself away from the pillar, choosing to do so unhurriedly. Any unnatural feeling of lightness was likely to force her back to the secure stone anchor.
Although she felt muddled and stiff, her feet remained connected to the floor. Good. Her eyes were now locked on their destination; it would only take them a few seconds' dash to get there. The movement could attract some Billywigs, but it was a risk they had to take.
Fully pushing off the pillar at Julian's succinct signal, she swiftly moved in the target direction. Emerging from the fading smoke left them exposed; she could now clearly see the numerous blue streaks colouring the entire hall. True, there were fewer of them along the two Slytherins' chosen path - but still more than she had anticipated. She wasn't sure she could cast another Freezing Charm with any success, verbally or non-verbally. Even while she hadn't been affected by the venom quite as severely, she had only managed to immobilize a few of them. Now, it would only be a needless source of movement that could evoke the insects' interest.
Bracing for the possibility of additional stings, she cast a look at Julian to check if he was still nearby. What he was doing confounded her; why did he need a goblet--?
He flung it so fluidly that she couldn't help tracking the object's brief course with interest. As it thwacked some hapless bystander in the face, understanding arrived in tandem with hilarity. Even if she were free of the current intoxication, she would have found the incident reasonably amusing. With her current predicament, it was simply riotous. The redhead turned away promptly, unable to keep her lips in a tight line anymore. Her shoulders were shaking as she completed the relocation manoeuvre and slid into the alcove.
After a series of quick exhalations that sounded almost like a chuckle, she finally regained enough self-control to try casting a spell. "Fumus." A pitiful amount of smoke came out of her wand, too thin to keep them covered for longer than a few seconds. The jolt of frustration at this failure removed the merriment she was feeling. Being deprived of her spellcasting prowess was a sure remedy to glee. Her eyes flashed toward the four tables as she instinctively checked if anyone other than Julian had witnessed this failure. Luckily, nobody seemed to even be looking their way.
Still surveying the other students, she spotted a Gryffindor girl moving toward the High Table surrounded by a shield. Good thinking there, Maeve had to admit - but it wasn't a viable option for her anymore. A shield required constant focus to maintain, and she couldn't even muster enough focus to produce a smoke screen on the first try. Another attempt was needed.
Two. The redhead turned to Julian; he looked as though he was in pain - which he probably was, to some extent. She had to renew the smoke before either of them received any more stings. It might even be her fault that another Billywig got to him now, since she wasn't efficient enough in conjuring a cover. "Fumus." This time, the smoke poured out thick and grey - just as it was meant to. The relief at this triumph weakened her previous irritation, and she was once again noticing certain sources of entertainment. Even the memory of their recent flight to a new hiding place was suddenly comical. Maeve ground her teeth as she tried to shift her thoughts elsewhere. How much longer would this bedlam continue for, before the faculty members finally intervened? And, more importantly, how long would the venom effects last? There better be a fast-acting antidote. If she was to apprehend McEvoy, she needed to regain sobriety quickly.
"It's bound to-- end soon," she endeavoured to reassure Julian, her eyes narrowed as she observed the figures moving outside this smoke cover. The adults would come up with something soon... provided they weren't all stung by now, too. What a disconcerting thought.
Keeping one hand on a protruding ornament that adorned the alcove - another anchor in case of levitation - she concentrated on her breathing. Was her mind still as clouded as it had been a few minutes ago, or was it becoming clearer? It did seem like it was a little easier to think now, but that might simply be the result of physically distancing herself from the crowd. With fewer auditory and visual triggers, this was certainly a good location to recover from the venom - while still remaining aware of what was going on in the Great Hall.
Post by LEWIS WHELAN on May 6, 2024 14:25:31 GMT -5
Despite the memory still being fresh, Lewis’ body was healing. Words came back slowly and painfully but he had faith that by the time he had to do the end of the year exams he would be alright. He still wanted to try and see if he could get himself to enjoy the halloween party or at least pretend to have fun. That way people wouldn’t worry so much about him. He even managed to dress up as a pirate so he’d fit in. Sure might be late but there was still time.
Or so he thought because he was about to make a turn when he heard all kinds of sounds and smoke coming from the direction of the great hall. This wasn’t good. Just what was he about to walk into? Oh no, were Lisa and the others safe? Had they gone already or were they late like him? What should he do? Get a professor? Hold up, weren't most of them already in there?
Post by ELLA LILLY BURKE on May 15, 2024 22:15:47 GMT -5
Luckily for Ella, defensive charms seemed to come easier to her than most, and so she had no difficulty maintaining the concentration necessary to make it to the Head Table without getting stung by any of the billywigs zipping about. A few of them flew into her shield, but none were able to penetrate it. Looking around, she tried to find a Professor nearby to whom she could inform of her observations, and one who wasn’t otherwise incapacitated. A few Professors seemed to also have been stung and were either struggling no to laugh, or levitating from their seats at the table.
Spotting her uncle nearby and apparently still in possession of his mental faculties, she made a beeline over to him. “Uncle Preston! Uncle Preston!” She called out over the sounds of chaos coming from the rest of the hall. The large room was reverberating with laughter and shouting, as students and professors alike tried to get a grasp of the situation at hand, or avoid the invisible enemy causing their insanity. Making it to his side, she finally let her shield fall for a moment as she grabbed his arm, hoping to get his attention in case he hadn’t heard her. “Uncle Preston, they’re billywigs. That’s what’s causing all of this. It’s a swarm of billywigs.”
It was just at that moment that she felt the telltale prick of a sting on her neck, and she knew what would come next. “We need to stop them, or else people could be stuck levitating if they get stung too many times,” she quickly blurted out, knowing she didn’t have much time until the laughter began and communication would get harder. She could already feel the giggles starting, her lips twitching at the corners. “They just need to be frozen, or stunned, or captured somehow, but I don’t know how to stop so many at once.”
TAGGED: PRESTON BURKE Notes: Professors or other staff members are now welcome to interfere to stop the billywigs. Students may continue to react to being stung, or to the chaos it has caused, as it will take a while for the swarm to be fully under control.
Post by PRESTON BURKE on May 17, 2024 10:20:22 GMT -5
The feast was nearly finished when the giggles started spreading among students. Preston looked away from the colleague he had been chatting with to see what was taking place. Nothing out of the ordinary could be detected, other than the quickly intensifying wave of amusement. Recognising his daughter's voice, he turned to watch her succumb to uncontrollable laughter at someone elbowing a dish. That was unusual for Thalia; buffoonery wasn't her type of humour. She was more likely to pretend not to have seen it than guffaw at someone's mishap.
He rose from his seat to get a better view. Had someone spiked the food with a Euphoria potion? No, that couldn't be it - quite a few students were beginning to levitate, and the potion did not produce such an effect. No Cheering charm could do that, either. Preston's wand was already in hand but he wasn't going to fire off any spells before determining the cause of this ruckus.
Something blue streaked past, too quick and small to be identified. He turned his head to follow it and spotted his niece approaching, surrounded by a protective shield. "Billywigs?" The insects weren't native to Scotland, or even to Europe, but the second-year's explanation made sense. The tiny creatures could indeed cause giddiness and levitation. This had to be some student's prank, then. Ella proceeded to remind him of the rare side effects the insects' stings could cause, but he could see she was already struggling not to smile. One of the Billywigs must have gotten to her. "Well done, Ella. We'll handle it, don't worry." By 'we' he meant the adults at the High Table, though he could see that not all of them were currently capable of joining him...
Stepping around the table, he raised his wand diagonally upward. "Glacius." The icy blast caught a handful of blue insects, freezing them and causing them to drop to the floor. This was most likely fatal for the Billywigs; well, at least Cassowary would have some fresh potion ingredients for his storeroom. There were still dozens of the tiny pests left to neutralize, however.
Post by SAINT LAURENT on May 18, 2024 7:43:09 GMT -5
The Halloween feast was well underway, and Saint was enjoying the specialised meal offerings they had today for the teaching staff. For starters, Saint enjoyed a nice creamy pumpkin soup served with some bread to the side which was followed by a caramelised pork slice along with a variety of vegetables.
It was getting close to the end of the feast when she saw something from the corner of her eye fluttering away in the air. It wasn’t the candles that had been bewitched but instead a human that had been caught floating in the air. A blue streak glistened in the distance as Saint’s eyes narrowed down on it as it flew past her and around her hair before she flicked it away with her fingers.
“Billywigs? ” She asked in a confused tone as she drew out her wand and followed suit behind Professor Burke. It was only when she got to the centre of the Great Hall when she noticed just how many were flying in the air above her along side a wide variety of students.
Quick to take action, she watched as Professor Burke was able to manage a select few while she placed her wand in the air. “ These would be easier to catch if they stopped flying.” She stated as she cast her first spell. “ Immobulus.” She called out as a blue light shimmered out of the tip of her wand freezing a select few billy wigs in the air before she followed up with another spell.“ Scribblifors ” She said as a quick flash of white light saw the suspended Billywigs turning into quills one at a time as she began to crouch down and pick them up before looking who else needed some help.
Post by RAFE LAUREN on May 18, 2024 7:45:36 GMT -5
Whilst enjoying his meal, Rafe happened to notice something in the distance causing some commotion. A slight groan and then a roll of his eyes was all Rafe did before trying to examine what was happening. “ Probably another silly prank. ” He suggested to his fellow colleagues before noticing the blue flying objects in the far distance.
The flying blue objects along side the flying students caused Rafe to narrow down his eyesight before noticing two members of staff already under way trying to rectify the situation. “ Can’t even have one peaceful dinner. ” He whispered in frustration as he took a deep sigh and began walking toward the others.
He watched as Professor Burke & Professor Laurent were nimble enough to deal with the few that were flying around them. “ I’ll take this side. ]/b]” He finally said after examining what was actually happening and getting a better scope of the severity of what was going on. His eyes scanned the room once more before drawing his own wand.
“ Arresto Momentum! Rafe called out as a large section of the Billywigs started to slow down in velocity. So slow that it would have been enough to capture them by hand if needed if only they weren’t flying so high up in the air along with the other students. This only made the next spell a lot easier to use as the Billlywigs were moving at such a slow pace. Rafe was able to conjure up a large cage by using a non-verbal incarcifors spell on a couple of items on the table to conjure a small cage.
“ Incarcerous ” Rafe then called out summoning a large rope to bind a select few together before placing them into the small cage. He managed to get a few in the conjured cage while the other select few that were still under the effects of Arresto Momentum meaning they couldn’t get too far no matter how hard they tried. Rather than having to conjure multiple cages, Rafe just decided to cage them while they were in the air.“ Pessulus. ” He called out as another 10 were trapped in a conjured small cage slamming down to the ground leaving a small echoing sound as they plummeted to the floor.
“ I suppose we should get the others too?” He asked the other staff members before looking at the remaining Billywigs oh, and the flying students too. Taking action, he whipped his wand in the air once more casting a non verbal Incarcerous spell to try and get some of the students down from the air.
[ooc: Feel free to be one of the students Rafe brings down from the air.
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on May 18, 2024 20:20:19 GMT -5
Two stings. Julian could feel the venom work its way up his forearm to his bicep before flourishing across his chest. His heart was beating increasingly faster, despite his attempts to breathe deeply to stem it. Everything he had been taught to control his emotional responses was not working - and this made him uneasy and agitated. Safer now in the darkness, Julian felt Thorne join him, the whispers of soft chuckling reaching his ears. Clearly she had found something rather humorous - Julian did not believe he had ever heard her emit so much as a giggle before, and had he not been fighting the same urge to laugh, he might have found the noise charming.
"Fumus," he glanced over at Thorne as she cast another smoke charm -- or rather attempted to cast, her wand releasing only puffs of smoke that almost instantly evaporated in the air before her. Julian's mouth twitched again, before he swallowed hard to force down any sounds that were attempting to come out. Why was her failure to cast so amusing? Was it because he had never really witnessed her fail any form of magic before? Was it the concentration so clearly etched on her face that made it so? Julian had to look away, turning his head instead to the continued chaos of the Great Hall. Students were hovering in every direction now - high up in the candles - some, like Klein, were almost at the roof after being stung so many times. The laughter in the air was palpable, and if anyone were on the outskirts of the hall now - it would seem a grand affair were occurring inside. The two of them hidden in the alcove, however, seemed to be the only ones who steadfastly refused to partake, and were fighting the effects to their last ounce of self-control.
Swift movement caught his eye as he watched the commotion - a single student, surrounded by a shimmery protective shield strode toward the faculty table. Julian traced her movements for a moment, cursing the fact he had not thought of a shield charm in the heat of the moment.
"Fumus," this time, he heard Thorne's resolve in the cast, and smoke began to once again surround them both, throwing their dark corner into even more cover. He could have sighed relief had he refused to even open his mouth unnecessarily. Julian felt safe enough to turn back to Thorne now that she had successfully enveloped them in a cloud, though in the darkness she was but a shadow amongst the smoke. He heard her telling him that the ordeal should end soon - sounding as though it were meant to reassure him. Julian clenched his jaw, "not...soon enough." He barely managed to speak, before hearing a voice ring out: "It's just a swarm of Billywigs!" She sounded positively unphased. Clearly not everyone refused to demonstrate weakness by losing their own faculties. Now that the Professors had been alerted, however, he was certain this was about to be ended.
And certainly this thought was right. "Glacius," Julian heard a male voice, and he stepped forward slightly in the smoke to witness the clean-up, seeing several Billywigs freeze over in their flight, dropping heavily to the stone floor below. "Immobulus!" Came a female voice now as the Professors united, iridescent blue light a beacon from where she had cast. Julian stepped back into the heavier smoke, feet feeling awfully light, satisfied that the Billywigs would soon all be rounded up, listening as more voices began to mingle with the first two. Julian closed his eyes momentarily, leaning back against the wall of their alcove, head spinning wildly. They would have to wait out a few minutes, he was sure, until all the creatures were gathered or immobilised. "If I--" he paused to swallow another bout of laughter, "--If I begin to float--" his frustrated emphasis on the word came through clenched teeth, "I ask that...you ground me." It was not very often at all Julian asked to be touched - but if it was between floating up towards the roof or feeling Thorne hold him down, he was going with the latter. At least he would be mentally prepared.