Originally Posted by Luna_Midnight

Raelynn usually wore professional things but since this was a rally and fun day she died it down and wore simple pants and a simple shirt. Having finally dyed her blonde hair after her uncle thought it would be a joke to marker it while she was sleeping...If he wasn't sick she would have hurt him. She was still getting used to the whole brunette thing, though her Uncle loved it, even commenting that he loved brunettes.

As she approached the table where she saw Roxanne she smirked great choice of music. Huge cupcakes? Wow Roxanne was good! She looked down making sure she had grabbed the basket with all the temporary tattoos. Good, she had. She was for sure going to be in trouble if she had forgotten those. "Hello Roxanne." Setting the basket on the table she pulled out a couple temporary tattoos and showed them to Roxanne, Are these good?" Holding up the first , then the second and lastly the third. She had gotten a good selection, hopefully.

Originally Posted by Bjorn Berg

Stepping down the alleyway, Bjorn Berg drew near the rally. What... What was that RACKET? The closer he got, the louder it became. "WHAT is that horrid RACKET?" he said by way of announcing his presence. Ah, it was coming from CARTER'S table. Of COURSE. He should have known. He noted that his own candidate's table was of course in very close proximity to the noisemaker. He pointed his wand at the contraption and the volume immediately lowered enough for him to be able to talk and be heard. Upon approaching the table, he said, "Roxanne, I must humbly request you lower the volume of your... interesting music. Old ears, you know." He gave her an overdone smile. "Thank you in advance, my good lady."

As he walked off, he reached inside his jacket on the pretext of checking his pocket watch and gripped his wand. Nonverbally, he summoned several black ants from one of his jars of potions ingredients at home. Some of them were sure to be dead by now, but that wasn't necessarily all bad. With another spell, he sent them to the space under Roxanne's booth. They wouldn't need more than a few minutes to smell their way up to the goodies, by which time no one could blame it on him.



Ah, here was the man of the hour! "Erik, good to see you, my friend! I hope you're feeling well. Long day of kibitzing ahead of you!" He scanned the booth. "You know, Carter has cupcakes. Should have thought of that, I should've. But I think she'll find they aren't as appealing as she wants them to be." At least he knew that HE wouldn't eat cupcakes with ants crawling in them. He put his hand on his chin in a thinking position, then proceeded to walk around the booth. "But the setup here is quite nice. Simple, understated, not flashy... Matches your persona." He gave a nod. "The basket.. I assume is for handing out the chocolate frogs? Yes, nice touch. Don't just sit behind the booth all day, get out amongst the PEOPLE, show you can relate with them and their concerns for their children." Another nod.

This man was certainly a winner. He had a natural instinct for public relations. It certainly makes my job easier! It helped that Bjorn would personally vote for Erik if he got a vote.

But now.. He gazed around. People were beginning to arrive. Who should they focus on today?