A musical interlude | Dale
Everyone had been relieved when their bodies had been restored, but Joy was having a hard time. No, she didn’t want to be someone else forever, but being able to see, she hadn’t been prepared for that. For it to be taken away, it was even worse. She had been quiet through her classes, and ducked straight back to the dormitory after dinner. She was secure with her impairment, but this had shaken her. No more of that, though.
She was out in the courtyard where she could feel the sun and the breeze, she shut her sightless eyes and felt it for a few moments before she opened her oboe case. With well-practised hands she fitted the instrument together, making sure that everything was straight before she raised it to her lips, her fingers knowing where to go. Mozart’s oboe concerto rang out through the courtyard, her eyes still closed to the music.
Seeing is believing | Dale
Was it getting brighter? Of course, the sun was coming over the forbidden forest. She shut her eyes tight, trying to make her eyes adjust. She looked around again, feeling feverish and overwhelmed.
She jumped when the girl spoke. ”I — I don’t know. I, it’s too much, I don’t know what —” She stopped and took a few deep breaths. She shut her eyes tight, then opened them. ”This isn’t my body,” she said, “I haven’t been able to see for eight years. I’m overwhelmed.”
He blinked at the girl’s words. The blinked again, mouth dropping slightly at her revelation. “You were blind?” Dale only knew of one blind student at Hogwarts and that person happened to be his best friend. Knowing that she was in there, despite the unfamiliar bodies, he suddenly felt much more at ease. That moment of ease was quickly pushed aside in favor of tending to Joy. To not see for eight years and then suddenly be pushed into a world of color and light without warning - it must be excruciatingly overwhelming.
He knelt down next to Joy, putting a hand on her shoulder, aware of how in this body he appeared much shorter than her. “Don’t laugh,” he said calmly, though it sounded a bit strange in Clarissa’s voice. And it was futile for him to even tell her not to laugh because he knew she would. He just knew. “But it’s me. It’s Dale. I got switched too - supposedly it’s happened to everyone in the castle? And no, I’m not screwing with you because you have a sister named Candice who only lets you call her that.” He paused for a moment, thinking of a more personal piece of information to share. “Also you like to eat scones in the mornings,” he added. She always made him bloody get them too.
She gave him a blank look. ”… Dale?” She frowned, “Damn, I was hoping to get a look at your arse while I had the chance here.” Her lips curled in amusement. She suddenly threw her arms around him … her. ”I could use some sunglasses or something right now, man … woman. Just … it’s too much. And this hug is way less comforting than proper Dale hugs.”
Seeing is believing | Dale
Dale woke up having a feeling that something was incredibly, incredibly wrong. His eyes fluttered open - wait fluttered? Since when were his eyelashes this long? He stood up abruptly, his hair floating around him in soft waves - wait floating? Since when was his hair this long? And blonde? He paused for a moment, one delicate hand grabbing a strand of his now-long-and-blonde hair, staring at it with a sort of horrified fascination. Alright, no Dale. Stay calm. This is probably a prank. Hillard’s idea of a good joke. It wouldn’t be the first time that one of the guys had a hankering for a joke of that matter.
Then he realized that the room he was in was currently draped in all sorts of yellow.
He sighed, inwardly shuddering at the feminine sound the action provided. He slowly slipped out of bed feeling extremely light. By now he’d finally deduced that he had somehow - by some sick, sick magic - gotten placed into another body. A female body. A female body that was currently in a very airy nightgown.
He quietly walked into the bathroom, making sure not to wake any of the Hufflepuff girl’s dorm mates, and stared at the mirror. A slender blond girl was staring back at him - she was rather cute, and rather skinny. She had large eyes which would otherwise be probably set in a dreamy expression though he recognized his normally focused glint in his ‘new eyes.’ That was the only indication of Dale Lyons. The rest was this unfamiliar Hufflepuff girl.
“I don’t even know her name,” he muttered, wincing again at the sound of her airy, sweet voice. Oh, Merlin. This was perverse on so many levels. She was just so tiny. He couldn’t remember being this small. Not only was she short she was just skinny in all sorts of ways. He returned to the room, and slowly went through her things, deciding that politeness just couldn’t be bothered. Upon looking at her books and parchment, he figured out that this girl was a fourth year and her name was Clarissa Helsworth. Well, alright then. This was a start. A start to what exactly, he wasn’t exactly sure. And he didn’t want to know.
It took him a few seconds to decide that no, he really didn’t want to change out of this gown. But he couldn’t exactly wander around in the light thing either. So, with careful consideration not to look anywhere inappropriate, he managed to find a modest pair of knickers to slip into - being very very VERY careful not to touch any skin anywhere. It took him a while but he got it. Then he slipped on black tights and placed a sweater, as well as a cardigan over the nightgown. He was sure he looked ridiculous, but he really didn’t care. He mentally apologized if the girl happened to be fashion conscious but he didn’t really have the mindset to dress fashionably. Though the issue was undressing, but still.
Putting on a pair of ballerina flats - Merlin, this girl was just fairy like wasn’t she? - he descended down the stairs with the Clarissa’s usual bag and wand with her. First thing’s first. Go back to the dungeons and talk to whoever was in his body, whether it’d be her or someone else. Then…well he didn’t really know what he would do after. He was still thinking. But as soon as he stepped into the entrance hall, he noticed a girl, looking impossibly confused and lost, sitting right in the middle of it. Huh. What an expression to be wearing. She looked in awe but downright befuddled by said awe. Huh. Perhaps she was in the same situation as him…but that was just wishful thinking on his part. If indeed this was school-wide, it would provide more problems. Still, the idea that he wasn’t the only one like this was a bit of a comfort. It didn’t matter whether she was or wasn’t, might as well talk to her and figure things out from there. He approached the girl, putting on a small smile.
“Hello,” he said slowly, still not used to such a feminine voice coming out when he talked. “Is everything alright?”
Was it getting brighter? Of course, the sun was coming over the forbidden forest. She shut her eyes tight, trying to make her eyes adjust. She looked around again, feeling feverish and overwhelmed.
She jumped when the girl spoke. ”I — I don’t know. I, it’s too much, I don’t know what —” She stopped and took a few deep breaths. She shut her eyes tight, then opened them. ”This isn’t my body,” she said, “I haven’t been able to see for eight years. I’m overwhelmed.”
I don’t think you people understand. I. CAN. SEE.
Oh Joy! I’m so happy for you! How are you liking it, lovely?
Sensory overload. Everything is so fucking bright.
Yeah… You’ll get used to it though.
I just feel sorry for the poor girl who’s woken up with my eyes.
I don’t think you people understand. I. CAN. SEE.
Oh Joy! I’m so happy for you! How are you liking it, lovely?
Sensory overload. Everything is so fucking bright.
Seeing is believing | Dale
Joy woke up groggily, brow furrowed with the strangest sense that something was different. She opened her eyes. It took a moment for her to register that she could see a room around her. She could see. She sat up with a start, trying to work out what was going on. She was sure she remembered the colour she saw everywhere as blue. Gryffindor was red. She felt her face, the contours unfamiliar.
Stumbling out of bed, she found a mirror, seeing a cute fifteen year old staring back at her. ”What?” She had to say out loud. Why was she in a new body? Oh Merlin, who’s the poor girl who had hers? Did someone have it?
She quickly threw on some clothes from the girl’s trunk and ran from the common room, finding herself in a part of the castle she wasn’t familiar with. She was intoxicated by the sight of her surroundings as she flew down flights of stairs, she couldn’t remember moving this fast before. She finally found herself in what she imagined was the entrance hall. Maybe she could find Dale. Or Dom. Or Candice! What if they were in a different body too?
Finally the weight of her sudden vision weighed down on her and she sat down in the middle of the entrance hall, not sure of what to do.
Activity Check.
Evie and I have been talking and we have an event planned. But for this event to work we need to know who’s still active.
Which means….. ACTIVITY CHECK!
Now I know a good portion of you guys are here and playing fabulously, but there are a few that we need to sort out.
Reply to this post or in an ask and let us know you’re still here!!
Jill, Apples and Joy are all still in this party.
A stroll | OPEN
Finally done with all her classes, Maureen was debating between taking a run around the castle or just enjoying the day outside. Even a Captain needed a day off. Then again, she could do both, run out to the edge of the lake and then relax a bit and come back.
Stretching in the courtyard, Maureen looked up at a familiar tapping noise. Joy had been her roommate for seven years, and if Maureen had to choose a favorite out of all the girls it would be Joy. Joy was just… calmer, and a bloody nice person if a bit dangerous to stand next to in any spell requiring class. Smiling softly, she watched as Joy made her way through courtyard, not wanting to disturb Joy if she was heading to class. But she looked like she was just wondering about, so Maureen decided it wouldn’t hurt to have a bit of a conversation. Afterall, she had promised Mum not to be a total recluse this last year.
“Hiya Joy, you off somewhere interesting, or just wondering about?”
The ball on her cane made a slight scuffling sound as it rolled over uneven ground, she moved toward the sound of Maureen’s voice. ”Just having a wander, Maureen,” she said brightly, “I got tired of divination study. Five years and the irony that Trelawney calls me a seer is still not lost.” A strand of hair was tickling her nose, she smoothed it out of the way. She moved over to sit by Maureen, her sightless eyes stared out at the courtyard.
She couldn’t help a soft chuckle at Joy’s little joke, and Maureen lets out a rare smile. Things are so intense in her head sometimes, and people, as a rule were generally scared of her. It was nice to have someone sit next to her and talk every once and awhile, just to chat. “I was never good at divination… don’t have the patience.” Maureen had never really been good at anything that wasn’t quidditch, barely earning respectable marks on her OWLs and seeming to already be following that path for her NEWTs.
“Without these,” she tapped her cheek underneath her eye, “you learn to be patient. Or so I found. Especially because people can be bloody dumb about it.” She wrinkled her nose. ”How was your Summer?”
