Walpurgis Witch & Warlock

Formerly the Walpurgis Witch*, this competition is no mere beauty pageant (it's just mostly a mere beauty pageant).  The Walpurgis Witch and Walpurgis Warlock, representing spring, must also be proficient in the Herbological Arts.

*now the Walpurgis Witch & Walpurgis Warlock in the name of equality

FAQ

• This is an RP thread, not an OOC sign up thread.
  
• You can include the sign up sheet in your RP, but it is mainly for reference.
  
• Feel free to reply even if your character is not a contestant!  Encourage your friends to join, enter their name without telling them, etc.
  
• Your character can enter whichever competition you like, regardless of their gender.
  

The Sign Up Sheet

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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Walpurgis Witch or Warlock?[/b]
[b]Why should we choose you?[/b]

Clytemnestra stared at the Walpurgis Witch sign up sheet, unable to decide whether to put her name to it or not. On one hand, she would win, how could she not? On the other, participating in such a competition would be so undignified.

So she found herself just staring at the sheet while she tried to weigh the pros and cons of each outcome in her head.

"Interesting."

And indeed, this whole situation was quite interesting. As Charlotte had said - they couldn't spend all of their time together. Frankly, he wouldn't have wanted to. Everyone needed a break. So he had arrived at the fair before her, if only to look around and see what it was all about. Of course, he hadn't expected to see someone like Lux eyeing a pageant sign-up.

So he casually walked up behind her, stood with his hands in his pockets, and said the above. But he went on. "I didn't take you for someone with low enough self-esteem to do something like this. Do you really need the reinforcement when you're so sure of yourself?"

Well, that settled it. Clytemnestra pulled one of the sheets across the table and began to fill it out.

"Are you sure you're pureblood?" she asked. "Your parents don't seem to have taught you much about the old traditions."

"If it makes you feel better, in the olden days, they sacrificed the Walpurgis Witch at the end of spring."

She cast a smile over her shoulder at him.

"Unless you're trying to say that I shouldn't enter so someone less confident can win? Your girlfriend perhaps? There's a Walpurgis Warlock, you can be her king."

Christian could only shrug. It wasn't his right, he figured, to air out his family's issues in front of this girl he hardly knew. But still, he remained surprised by her decision.

"I suppose I always figured that confident people never needed that extra validation. Perhaps it doesn't work like that."

And he lifted an eyebrow in time for her to add a remark and look back at him. Her next comment, however, reminded him why he felt he had to be on edge around her. She always seemed to go out of her way to narrow in on things that might set off the person she was talking to. He understood riling up a housemate or friend, but he doubted he counted as the latter as far as she was concerned. And she clearly did this to everyone. So he just rolled his eyes.

"I couldn't imagine her doing something like this. She might find it fun, to be fair, but I doubt competing to show off her Herbology skills would be something she enjoyed. And besides, I have no intention of entering, either. I'd be.. amused if Charlotte did, but I sure wouldn't do it."

She was tempted to write "Because I am the best" at the bottom of the paper, but Clytemnestra knew that wasn't the way to win this particular competition.

"Well, that doesn't sound sexist at all," Clytemnestra replied breezily.  "Or are you just worried you can't win against the likes of..."

She picked up a paper from the Warlock entries.

"Shylock Ashcroft?  Who says they should pick him because he's still the prettiest."

"Oh, come off it. I didn't mean it that way and you know it. I just meant that if she wanted to, I wouldn't talk her out of it." But still, he thought firmly, that didn't mean he wanted to participate himself.

Christian lifted an eyebrow at the name, but then remembered who he was talking to. And, for that matter, what the eldest men in his family seemed forced to put up with. So perhaps he wasn't really allowed to judge.

"Still?" He asked instead, leaning just enough to glance at the paper. "No, I may like Herbology well enough, but I wouldn't call myself competitive. I don't see the point in something like this. What do you win, anyway?"

"How am I supposed to know what you meant?" Clytemnestra replied. "I'm not a legilimens."

She shrugged at his reaction to Shylock's entry.

"Sounds like he's won it a couple of times already," she said. "If he's related to Professor Ashcroft, it's not that surprising. She's weird, not ugly."

At Christian's mention of Herbology for, what, the fourth time? She turned to face him.

"Merlin's Pants, Zabini, it's not about Herbology. That's just something they tacked on back in the twenties so they can keep holding it. It's just a beauty pageant."

Clytemnestra leaned against the trestle-table and looked at him critically.

"Everything in the world isn't doom and gloom all the time, you know. Is it even possible for you to lighten up for one day?" she asked before turning back around and writing on the sheet.

You should choose me as Walpurgis Witch because I spend so much of my time in the Greenhouses.

It was true, but mainly because up until the new Herbology teacher had arrived, no-one else had spent much time there at all.

"You win a fake crown and, I mean in some places you get to open the Harvest Festival but I don't know if Hogsmeade has one of those. I don't think there are many farmers around here."

Of course she will participate.
Mia was planning this event months ago. Even if they keep telling that this isn't about beauty it actually was. And damn it, she was aware of the fact that she was beautiful. So, why don't participate and show these people who is the real queen?

"Excuse me, a little space please," she said to Cly and Zabini boy who decided that the table with applications.
She wrote her name and to be honest, she had a little problem with the last question. It was always hard to find a reason which would bring you the crown.

Because I know how important Herbology is, we need to pay more attention to that subject.
There, that would work.

After she finished, she decided to write Darian's name as well.
Pureblood queen needs pureblood king.

"Fair enough," he shrugged. Christian didn't take the time to notice one way or another about his professors while in class, but he could admit - looking back - that she probably had a point.

Still, he nearly smirked when she told him he needed to lighten up. "You try being best mates with Ace Longbottom and feeling any different. It's been a hell of a year. Actually, a few years, if not longer."

He stepped aside as Dariela came up, but only gave her a friendly nod before responding to Lux. "Maybe when you win you can convince them to have one," Christian teased.

Surely she would appreciate his assurance that she would, in fact, win. But then again, his family was one with a long-standing association to Dariela's, and maybe it was partly him wanting to see how she would react when he implied she couldn't. It was all in good fun, though. When had Christian ever been known to act out of malice? Except for that one time with Ace, of course..