Laundry Room https://i.postimg.cc/kgTHHMD9/laundry-room-banner2.jpg Ever wonder where your dirty underpants wind up? Just down the corridor, not terribly far from the staircase to the kitchen, the door to the laundry room can be found. What you will find in this room will, likely, not be a surprise. Within are no Muggle washing machines or dryers. Instead, front and centre, are large tubs with accompanying wash boards and sticks. A bizarre system of clothes lines fill the back of the room, beside which tables and large hampers await. |
For Kristen/Ryan Creaking open the door just a little to the laundry room Rosa stuck her head around the frame to see if she was alone. No other students or eleves were in sight, so the 7th year badgerette hurried inside leaving a trail of very PINK clothes in her wake including some underwear and socks. Her hair was awesomely pink gum coloured, but she fretted hugely over the fact that most of her clothes had turned pink too, which hadn't been her intention at all. What her professors was going to say the following day in classes remained to be seen, and most of all auntie Leanne. Eyeing the tubs through hazel eyes Rosa lifted up a couple of blouses and sweaters determindley with the badger emblem flashing as she went over to dump her clothes in the water. If all went well she could be out of here before the house elves came back. |
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Before he could get to the portrait disguising the entrance to the kitchens, though, he caught sight of a familiar figure slipping into the laundry room amongst a flurry of pink, and he shifted direction to step inside just after his sister. “Someone pulling a prank this early in the school year?,” he asked, leaning against the wall near the door casually. Either that, or Rosa was having difficulty with color changing charms. |
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Leaning down to pick up a pair of trousers up that she tossed in the laundry tub she asked "How did you know I was in here anyway Ryan?" Please tell her that she hadn't left a trail of underwear from the badger common room to the laundry room, because that'd be so embarrassing. |
Taylor <3 "Come on, come on, come on." It had to be here. In the last few days, Emmerson realised she had not been able to locate her favourite leotard. While she'd at first been too busy with everything else to pay it much mind, enough days had gone by for it to become a real problem. Splits just weren't the same in the emerald and purple swirled suit. Following an hour's search of her dorm--and all the belongings there despite ownership--the Gryffindor made her way down to the laundry room. With any luck, it would already be on a line, she could pluck it from said line and get back to what she loved doing. Emm finally got to a pile that looked like things belonging to the girls in her dorm and began rummaging anew. That was when she saw it. The slit down the front sent her blood running cold. If someone told her later that she let out the shrillest scream in existence--well, she'd believe them of course, her lungs were quite capable. What else did one do in the face of a small death? Emmerson screamed, horrified by the misfortune that had befallen her favourite article of dance clothing. Who?? How?? WHY??? |
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It had taken him hours to repair what he could and make peace with what was lost. So now he was going to check-in. Like a mad man. To ensure his clothes were treated with the respect that they so rightly deserved. He nearly regretted his quest when he happened upon a peculiar scene. A girl in his year, utterly despondent over something merlin-awful and shiny. "Are you okay?" |
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Whoever said growing up would be fun was clearly a dirty liar. She was not equipped with the skills necessary to not lose her mind everytime something went wrong. "They've ruined it. I don't know who 'they' are but they must exist because look." Emm held the leotard in plain view for Slytherin, waiting patiently for him too to break down in unadulterated dismay. This was nothing short of a travesty. If she thought Kamran cared, she may have marched over to his office demanding justice. "This fabric doesn't like magic. It's a delicate flower--much like myself--it's ripped. What kind of monster goes around ripping dance gear??" The same kind that brought a bad plant to school, probably. |
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In the interim, he offered, "I'm Gideon." |
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He did lean forward from his position to helpfully add a few more articles of shocking pink clothing to the tub, though. “I thought I saw you slipping in here after I came back in from outside,” he replied, unashamed in the face of the accusation and returning to lean against the wall again. “Did you try Finite?” He imagined she was trying to avoid going to their aunt for help. |
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... Of course, Emmerson knew better. Slowly, Emm lowered the fabric onto her lap, her eyes now appraising her present company. "Emmerson." She provided simply, giving him the 'ole up and down. "What d'you want for it? I'm not good at Herbology or Arithmancy so you can forget any help there. I don't write essays for anyone else, either. You shouldn't accept anything I've cooked, so you'll have to pick carefully." |
Open Post It had been a few days since she had seen it. She had worn the pin on her one day and when they had come back, there was no pin. She had searched her dorm, all of her bags, jewelry box and trunk. She had even checked the laundry hamper to see if it had been placed back inside it. BUT nothing….. She was really starting to get upset about not being able to find it. It was her favorite pin. She had made it in Primary school. It may be lame to some people, but it was important to her. As she made her way through the door of the laundry room, she was pretty amazed by the room. She surveyed the room once again. She had no idea where to start. |
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Instead, he tempered his own sassy remark for something more understanding. Because he knew what it was like to have nice clothes ruined by magic. The pain was uniquely sharp. He was still in mourning for a fantastic pair of slacks that were lost to time and a shotty charm. When she started to rant about things he definitely did not need help doing, or at least would not trust weepy leotard girl to do, he let her run her mouth until she was quiet. And then, pointed out, "I didn't ask for anything." |
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After tossing more articles of clothing into the tub Rosa bent down to pick up two shirts and a pair of panties. Pausing with the panties in hand she rolled her eyes at her brother. "Of course I've tried finite. It was my first thought. It had no effect so that's why I'm here in the laundry." She wanted to avoid going to their aunt if she could help it. "What did you do outside?" |
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There was a visible moment of hesitation when the boy concluded simply that he had not asked for anything. For what seemed like the longest time, Emmerson Cambridge didn't know what to do with that. She would have wanted something for it. Half of Slytherin would have wanted something for it. Interestingly enough, most of her friends wouldn't have, but they were another story and infinitely too good for their own good. "Huh." When she finally spoke, that was all that came out. Did anyone walk around the castle doing things for free anymore? Was that an actual thing? First years, maybe. Merlin knew they were eager enough to just be allowed around places. This one ,however, was not a first year. "Alright." Emmerson extended the ripped leotard to him. "Alright, yeah, thanks I guess." The skepticism in her eyes was going nowhere, not because she doubted he could fix it--she didn't know one way or another--but she was still trying to make sense of this undercover Hufflepuff. "You some kind of muggle studies expert?" |
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All she wanted to do was see every place inside and outside of the castle. It was all in good fun and a great adventure to see what was really in store inside these walls. "Hello," she smiled warmly at the older girl that was already there. |
SPOILER!!: Emm It was not that Gideon hadn’t considered what he could have gotten from his offer, but it was more that in his brief assessment he realized there was nothing he wanted from this girl. She was a sobbing mess over clothes, which he understood to an extent but it wasn’t a crying thing, and had admitted herself she would be rubbish at homework. Sooooo. He was good. He gently took the article from her grip and started to inspect the rip. It was pretty clean down a seam. It would take no time at all to patch. He was even pretty sure he has some thread back in his dorm that matched the leotard exactly. The fifth year felt the corner of his mouth lift in a small smile. “No. I like clothes is all. Don’t you?” He wasn’t sure. Kids at Hogwarts so far seemed to care less about their appearance than his Beauxbatons counterparts. |
Kath/Atlas Valentina headed down to the laundry room because it was a REAL emergency!!! She needed her dance outfit AND some erm underthings- the blonde wasn't sure how all of her leggings ended up in the wash?? - but here she was. Entering the laundry room, she looked around a bit and finally came across a tub that had clothes belonging to her. She rummaged through them, taking what she needed quickly. Okaaay, she was out of here. |
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Not to mention his guess that she’d been avoiding asking their aunt for help seemed rather accurate. Her eye roll had been expected as well. “Just a suggestion, since I was assuming you’d used a color-changing charm instead of a Muggle way of coloring your hair,” he responded, shrugging the slightest bit. Obviously it was why she was here. That wasn’t the question. “The usual,” was his answer to her question. He knew Aunt Fina wasn’t still out there, but it was a respect thing. Honoring the dead and all that. |
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Darting into the laundry room, Atlas had just rounded the bend in the doorframe when someone else came dashing OUT and in his direct path. He wasn't particularly athletic and his reflexes left much to be desired, so there was little else he could do but yelp in surprise and flinch for impact. |
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Sighing Rosa said more to herself than her brother. "Maybe I should have used the muggle way of colouring my hair, maybe that would have had a better outcome……?" Ryan’s answer about what he had been doing outside was what Rosa had expected him to say. She honored auntie Fina too when she had a moment on the grounds. "Do you think auntie Leanne would give me a leacture if i went to her with my little clothing issue?" |
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... and she ended up crashing right into someone who was heading inside with full force. Ooooooops. Also. ALSO. All her fresh laundry were on the ground. Val looked up, meeting Atlas' gaze apologetically. "Sorry. I didn't see you." She picked up her clothes swiftly, a little annoyed at herself. "Are you here for your laundry too??" |
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For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, something that felt particularly true in this moment as he absorbed the force of her impact and was propelled backwards into a pile of blonde Gryffindor on the floor...with some of her laundry covering his head. He didn't know what it was, but it was at least covering his face which spared him some embarrassment. His bum was a bit sore though. "....uh...." Was really all he could manage to say in the moment. These weren't her panties on his head, were they? |
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He bit back a laugh at the half-rhetorical observation, knowing that it absolutely wouldn’t help the situation. Nor would a response, although he figured the Muggle way might have caused the same dilemma or even a worse one. Everyone could be prone to accidents on a bad day. He’d expected she would understand his meaning behind his response, too. They all missed Aunt Fina and he hardly expected to be the only sibling who showed it. “If you explained the situation, I’d wager she wouldn’t give you too much of a lecture.” |
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........... THIS WAS SO EMBARRASSiNG. WTH She quickly made a grab for them, her face flushed. OHMYGOSH. "Sorry." She finally mumbled before setting her laundry down and extending a hand. "Want help?" Nope, not looking at him at ALL. Nope. |
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Also, her sudden grabbing like that? It was unfortunate.. "YEOUCH!" Atlas howled as some of his blonde locks that had become somewhat ensnared with the fabric was YANKED and a couple full on plucked from the top of his head. "....help with...what?" he groaned, rubbing the spot atop his head that was all tingly in pain. "Find the hairs you just yanked out?" So no one could use them against him, obviously. |
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