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Hogwarts Funding Support If you're an alumni, student or a general supporter of furthering the next age of witches and wizards this is the booth for you! Situated just to left of the petting zoo, the Hogwarts Support Booth is set up in all of its Hoggy Hogwarts glory. The booth is doused in the four different colours of the Hogwarts houses to show school spirit with a bright purple sign that says Hogwarts Support Booth across the top. |
Emma was on her way to work and noticed the booth. She had no idea that Hogwarts was having financial difficulty and was thankful that Beauxbatons was where she was receiving her excellent education. Either way, she felt that she should do her part and donate the little pocket change she had to the school. Stepping up to the booth, Emma fiddled in her pocket and pulled out a few galleons. "I hope this helps" she said with a smile and nod. |
Carter plopped into one of the seats behind the fundraising booth. It was a good thing that there was a petting zoo. He didn't have to worry about Destiny causing too many problems. Except... meh... ... ... yeah. She probably wouldn't steal anything. Probably. Anyway. Fundraising time. The quidditch player and the Board of Governor relaxed and waited for someone to come donate. He smiled as someone dropped a few galleons into the jar. "Thank you. Every little bit is appreciated." |
Beijing was aware that Hogwarts was having financial difficulty, she believed it would be good to donate to the school. Only, what about the school would be changed? "Excuse me" she said "What kind of things are people planning to fix at Hogwarts?" she asked. Not wanting her money to be going into something she believed unsuitable "I mean, how are the donations going to be used?". |
Adi was just wandering around, taking in everything Diagon Alley had to offer. And it was so cool that there was a festival on too! It made him realise that he liked hippogriffs alot. He wanted one for a pet! But that wasn't likely. He really hoped Hogwarts had some! Speaking of Hogwarts. Adi observed the four House colours decorating a booth along with what looked like collecting jars. He had heard that the school was going through some financial trouble. "It won't hurt to donate,'' the soon to be Hogwarts student thought and skipped happily over to the booth. Reaching it he grinned to the person who was no doubt over seeing the collecting. "Hello, Mister! Here you go!'' Adi dropped three galleons into the jar. |
Wheelchair positioned next to Carter, the elderly man adjusted his tie and looked brightly at people passing by. COME. COME DONATE. DO IT FOR HOGWARTS. DO IT FOR THE CHILDREN. Or for this wee little old man with the big smile and zoo accessories. What? They were right next to a petting zoo, and when was he ever going to get a chance to wear that tie again, huh? Quote:
"Good day, ma'am," he greeted with a polite bow of his head. "I'm sure you've heard of the recent goblin repossession at Hogwarts? Many items were taken from the school's classroom supplies, and this money will be put to use for purchasing more materials to provide our students with the good education they deserve." Hopefully that answered her question, but he could be more specific if need be. Quote:
It was for him. He nudged it at the boy, still beaming. Quote:
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Ariel slipped through the crowd on her way to the petting zoo. The festival was bustling with people and vendors. It was exciting! She'd seen quite a few festivals in her time, (several of them, admittedly much grander that this) but this one was positively wonderful. The girl stepped up to the booth and slipped her hand inside her pocket, pulling out a sack. She weighed the bag in her hand for a moment and opened the drawstring to check its contents for the twentieth or so time. Father would be furious if he found out she had lost it any of his donation. But no, it was all there. All forty galleons of it. Ariel pushed the bag across the table to the elderly man sitting behind it, rather than trying to fit each coin into the jar slot individually. She gave him a slight half-smile. "A gift from my father," she explained. "No thanks needed." And without waiting for a reply, she was off to the petting zoo, slipping through the crowded streets once more. |
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Ohh... is that what the shirts were for? Made sense. Carter just thought it was for decoration. The quills must be for that as well. Heh. He nodded politely at his fellow Governor. He had things to discuss... like if Destiny had picked out his tie... but that could wait until the donors were gone. He nodded along. Right. Unfortunately this money wasn't going toward... improvements, but rather to restore Hogwarts. Hopefully the funds... or at least the pawned off goods, would be recovered soon, then this money could go toward improving things. But, unfortunately, that wasn't the way it looked like things were going to happen. He smiled again as another one approached. But this girl was gone before he could offer a souvenir. |
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Two children ran by and dropped off their donations. One received a large T-shirt for their donation of galleons. Beijing did not want a commercial, plain Hogwarts T-shirt. She would have donated galleons; but now that she knew she would get a shirt, she would give sickles and knuts instead. Although, she would wait before donating those sickles and knuts and ask another question. "What kinds of materials?" Was he referring to quills and parchment, because those things are often brought by the students. At least in Beijing's day that's what happened. "Desks and chairs?" those were the kind of things students couldn't bring themselves. She wanted to wait until it was absolutely clear about where her money was going to go. She tapped her long finger nails on the table, they were magical after all. |
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Giving the gentleman a nod and a friendly smile, Emma took the shirt. "Thank you. This will be a lovely reminder of my time interning in Diagon Alley." She folded the shirt nicely and placed it in her chartreuse bag. |
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This girl was an angel sent from above. "Wait! Wait, you forgot your.." But she was gone. ".... t-shirt." And he was going to have let her take one for her father, too. Quote:
Sherman tried not to look at those long nails. They were.. they were going to get him.. his face... it would be clawed... Carter would protect him, wouldn't he? Quote:
He willed more passersby to drop coins into the jars. COME, PEOPLE. COME DONATE. DO IT FOR HOGWARTS. DO IT FOR THE CHILDREN. Do it for the tie. Yes, the tie. The zoo tie. |
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"Yes, definitely" she said "I will donate" she rooted through her glittery purse and pulled out her change purse. Her change purse was not glittery, but it was a silken green fabric. She had five knuts and six sickles, all of which she donated. "If you are going to find more materials for Hogwarts, I would love to be a part of making that happen!" she said generously with a smile. And it did need to happen, the more people donated; the sooner the school would be back to normal |
"Hello governors!" Nolan Reynolds said with a big grin as he made his way over to the Hogwarts funding table. After the craziness of last term, he'd been making an effort to save up as many galleons as he could to help. After all, his daughter was going there someday. However, he knew that the budget was tight, so he'd been kind of...welllllll...SNEAKING some galleons away from Ginger. Whatever. It was for a good cause! "Here's...five galleons. Any little bit helps, right?" he said with a smile to his fellow governors. |
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"I like your tie, by the way." he said. "Just don't let the wife see it." Because she might steal it. Speaking of which, he kept an eye on the petting zoo just to make sure Destiny didn't try to run off with anything there. Quote:
... or he'd pretend it wasn't anyway. "Want a t-shirt?" he offered nodding to the table. They were apparently giving them out and not using them for decoration. "Or a chair? You can join us if you'd like." The more Governors, the better, right? |
When it comes to Hogwarts, Corin was always ready to give a helping hand and donations when necessary. Like today. He was just a bit concerned that the last time he was so generous, the entire proceeds literally vanished into thin air. He strode along the tables and took out a money pouch filled with the gold pieces and casually dropped the entire thing into the jar. Heres hoping that does go towards where its supposed to go. And yes exchange pleasantries with his fellow Governors "Gentlemen" he nodded cordially to each of them. |
sigh this sight really depressed Mack, having to beg for donations, when she had already told the headmistress that she could pay off their debts... No matter she would put into the jar so that the headmistress couldn't say a word. "That'll show her!!" Mackenzie screamed at the scary woman in her head.. Pulling out a small pouch, the last present that Mack had received from her mother, The blonde pulled out about fifty galleons and put them in a jar. Looking up she smiled, and waited on one of the two people behind the table, she had a question for them. |
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Maybe he'd stay an hour, maybe he'd stay longer. He WAS the manager of the store, after all. "Hello Corin!" he called to other governor who had just joined them at the booth. He assumed now he was going to be offered a t-shirt and a chair, just like Nolan had, but he let Carter and Sherman get that one. He didn't want to COMPLETELY overtake the booth. |
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"Care to join us as well?" he asked. Nolan was. "And you get a shirt for your donation." If he wanted one. Quote:
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Not that he really knew any of the Governors well before then. He should change that. They all worked together after all. |
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She looked around as she waited on the answer from the nice people working the booth, she liked them.. why couldn't everyone that she had met from Hogwarts be the same way? |
Word had gotten out that there was a festival going on in Diagon Alley. So far out that even the likes of former keeper, winner of the 441st Quidditch World Cup, and current coach of the Montrose Magpies was in attendance. Colin MacKenzie, clad in your typical day-to-day wear and dark sunglasses, had given his team a day off of practice just so they all could relax a bit before their next big game in the League. He was the best coach his team could have had, and he totally deserved the title of Best Coach of the Year. Or Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award. There would be no complaints from him if he won that again. Awards were not on the mind of the incognito man as he came up to the support booth. As an alumnus of the school, Colin felt like it was his duty to help the poor place out. Even if they had cancelled what would have been an amazing seminar with him this last term. But there was no use crying over spilt potion, though he had received a number of disappointed fan letters complaining about a staff-led seminar that involved an awful lot of hand zapping. Hopefully dear Annie wouldn’t have to cancel anymore seminars now, yes? Beneath his sunglasses, he eyed up the men at the booth when it was his turn to make his donation. They were clearly members of the Board. He wasn’t able to match any names with their faces until his eyes fell upon the youngest of the group. He was a chaser in the League, was he not? For Puddlemere United? It took everything inside of him to not make a snide comment about Magpie’s rival. “Evening, gentlemen,” Colin said casually instead, placing a large handful of galleons into one of the jars. |
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He sidled up and did his best to play it cool. Ahem. Hem hem. Cough. Over here. Cough. "Excuse me? Er... Mr Mackenzie?" GONNADIEEEERGHgGHsdkgsaldk SO EXCITED. Cough. "I'm West Odessa, I'm a big fan of what you do for the Magpies. Can I have your autograph, please sir?" |
Text Cut: Governors aka BEST FRIENDS "Why thank you! ... does your wife not like zoo ani- Nolan! Corin!" Sherman had been busy trying to peek in the jars and count more galleons, but now that his fellow governors were here, he tried to relax a little. There were so many people donating! Mrs. Rae-Branxton would be ECSTATIC, he was sure of it. Plus they had company now! Was Corin going to pull up a chair, as well? The more, the merrier, right? Quote:
Sherman tried his best not to offer to let him pull up a chair as well. Could he autograph a tee? For his granddaughter? For HIM? The old man beamed even more and nudged a shirt at the man, nearly too excited to speak. "Thank you for your donation, sir. Would you like a-" Quote:
... West Odessa? Sherman knew that name. His gaze shifted from the Quidditch player to the gangly boy who somewhat resembled an overexcited puppy at that exact moment. He was just there for the autograph? Not even going to donate to their cause? Didn't have a single knut to spare for a crippled old man, as well as ANOTHER professional player and two governors? Tsk, tsk. How shameful. Not that Sherman had reasons to be overly judgmental. Because he wasn't. Really. |
Evolette McKenna was a rare sight outside of America for quite a while now. In fact, she rarely made it back over the England at all. Mostly she had no reason to, but it just so happened she was now, and she had heard a rumor about a festival on Diagon Alley. Perhaps she'd pick up a few presents for her boys while she was away. She missed them terribly ever so much. As she wandered through, she noted a specific spot. More fund raising for Hogwarts. She'd donated once already, but it seemed the school was still in need of money. Hogwarts had given her many things during her time there, she'd might as well try to give back, especially since she could give without having the worry of needing the money herself. "Hello." She spoke to both of the men who seemed to be manning the station. If she was going to be donating a large sum, she wanted to know who she was giving it to. "My name is Evolette McKenna, may I inquire yours?" She flicked her blue gaze between the older man and the younger one, a polite yet dazzling smile on her lips. |
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But he was wrong. Right as the old man started talking to him, a younger boy had come up and addressed him by his surname. How did he know that it was him behind those sunglasses?? Colin looked at the boy and then at the old man behind the booth. Had he known who he was as well? Playing it cool, Colin kept that smile on his face and let out a soft chuckle. Now that the kneazle was out of the bag, there was not much he could do besides hope that there weren’t too many eavesdroppers around the place. “Thank you, lad. I do my best,” he answered the boy. “And you can certainly have an autograph.” Since when did he ever pass up a signing opportunity? Colin let out a low hum as he glanced around for something to sign. Did the West boy have something for him to sign? Or would that shirt the wheelchair man was just about to hand him do? Speaking of the old man... “Would you like me to sign something for you, too?” |
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