You Are Cordially Invited

[jointheclub]

[No BBS messages for this wizard, no, no. Instead, every student in Garden finds an envelope stuck to their door one morning, as if by magic. A simple tug is enough to free it, after which it immediately unfolds to become a message, written in golden ink.]

You Are Cordially Invited

to the office of Professor Slughorn

This Evening at 5:30



[Professor Slughorn's office is substantially larger on the inside than it ought to be, with more than enough room to accommodate visitors. A side table holds refreshments -- light snacks and pumpkin juice aplenty -- while the main table has twelve seats around it, one already taken up by the Professor -- though he'll cheerfully draw up a new one if need be, or some other accommodation. He's quite aware not all the students are human, after all.]

[Mix! Mingle! This is social networking, students, and you ought to make the best of it!]

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[shiest_sunbeam]

[Ronnae didn't know if this had been an official summons or not, but she also didn't want to risk it being one and missing it. She cleared her usual schedule of training and studying to make her way over to the office. Once there, she looked around a bit confused, eyes narrowed and decided to look around a bit.]

[jointheclub]

And you must be Ms. Ryllos.

[Only one green-skinned girl in the school he had heard of. Which had led to some confusion and perhaps even a bit of alarm on his part, but her appearance bore out what he'd been told; she clearly is no goblin at all.]

[Slughorn gestured to a chair with a smile.]

Do pull up a seat and join us.

[shiest_sunbeam]

[Ronnae bowed politely and nodded.]

Thank you professor, I appreciate the invitation.

[She then pulled out a chair and settled down while she waited for others to arrive.]

[bratbeyond]

[Huh, Damian doesn't remember seeing someone like Ronnae before. Curiosity overtakes him, so he makes his way over with a glass of pumpkin juice for her.]

Got roped into coming here too?

[9tailedtemptress]

[Of course she would get invited to somewhere fancy enough to use gold ink and a personal letter! Why wouldn't she? Well because of many reasons! But that wouldn't stop her from showing up of course, any chance to mingle was a chance for her to drain from many sources without being detected or the need to starve herself.

With that in mind, once Ahri arrived, she made sure to go about the entire room, tails swaying side to side in a cheerful manner as she studied the place and the people.]

[jointheclub]

Ms. Ahri, I take it?

[The tails are something of a giveaway, you know.]

Come sit, have a bite.

[morphitudinous]

[It's her again! Somehow he's not surprised. Professor Slughorn has always had it out for the most fascinating students.]

Welcome to the Slug Club, Miss Ahri.

[justnotthesame]

[He's hardly certain what this is all about, but considering this guy is one of his teachers this semester, Zak isn't about to pass up going to...whatever this is. Though it's not like he's dressed up or anything, despite said invitation sounding formal.

Like Zak even owns formal clothes, outside his uniform? Pssh.]

[jointheclub]

Mr. Aetherun! Delightful to see you, I'm quite glad you could make it. Come, meet the others, have a seat.

[marearcana]

[Twilight, not one to pass up an opportunity to form an academic connection of any sort, made her way into the office and immediately noted the discrepancy in the room's size. She is now trying to probe it with her magic to see how it was done.]

[lunar_princess]

[It had been such a familiar note and she'd honestly wondered where on Earth Slughorn had gone to after the last time he was here.

Thus Luna had heeded the letter, having been in the office for quite some time, resting in one of the chairs she knew he'd have after the whole being a pony thing was seen.

But Twilight was an interesting sight, knowing full well that she'd be of particular interest to the human who planned this thing.]

A pleasure to see that you have taken up his offer, Twilight.

[rewritethis]

[He wasn't planning to hang around here longer than it took to stick his head through the doorway and see what the overly pretentious letter was for, but as soon as he's done that, one odd detail about the room jumps out at him. Huh. Interesting.

Not interesting enough to keep him poking around the walls of the office for more than a few minutes, though - that's when it occurs to him it's probably just damn magic, not some kind of engineering trick.

Giving up, he grabs the nearest chair (occupied or not) and starts dragging it over to where the snacks are. Socialising's fine for some people, but Ed has priorities.]

[jointheclub]

And you must be Mr. Elric.

[The one so charmingly featured on those drawings of late.]

Come now, those are simply appetizers, dinner will be along shortly. Wouldn't dream of taking you all away from your evenings without a little recompense, though I like to think the company is enough!

[morphitudinous]

[It's his library arch-nemesis. Ah, the not-good times they've had.]

So you're planning to win the food battle, I see.

[bratbeyond]

[The invitation had set off more than alarm bells in Damian's head, but he figures he'd stop by and see what the fuss is about.

Not only is this office freaking huge, but there's some... weird drink he's never seen before. Immediately making a beeline for the pumpkin juice, he takes a cup and tries some.

Huh. It's actually not that bad.]

[jointheclub]

Pumpkin juice, if you're curious. Dreadfully difficult to get here, but I have a few connections that don't mind putting a jug or two in my direction when they have one to spare.

You would be Mr. Razem, then?

[moirailcompass]

[Nepeta had been half considering not attending since she hadn't been feeling all that great after her talk with Equius. She'd rather not attend and end up just dampening the mood, but at the same time it would be rude to ignore a direct invitation.

So she was there, and despite everything able to put on a smile. She wasn't entirely sure who Professor Slughorn was, but hey. Never too late to meet someone, was it? For now the young troll lingered by the wall with a drink in her hand, looking for anyone who might be familiar.

[justnotthesame]

Hey, it's been a while! [Cue a genuinely happy-to-see-you smile out of the normally dour Zak.]

How've you been? Nepeta, right?

[shiest_sunbeam]

[Ronnae hadn't seen much of her old roommate ever since she got back, but she could recognize her almost immediately once she saw her. A small smile spread on her features as she remembered the fun times and well the not so fun ones. No matter which, it was still a memory she had of them and that was something that made her happy.

However, maybe she had just been busy, or simply needed more space to get ready for her studies. After all, she was pretty close to becoming a SeeD so she could just be really busy. Regardless of the reason, Ronnae doesn't really know how to approach, not wanting a nudge away so she settles for looking over every once in a while just happy to know that Nepeta was still enjoying herself.]

[jointheclub]

And you must be Ms. Leijon!

[Slughorn smiles from his seat, gesturing to another chair.] Welcome, welcome.

[everdistant_utopia]

[While Saber was mildly curious, the fact was that she could not, according to the protocol she had lived her entire life by, turn down an invitation unless she had an immediate conflict. Her most recent status as a Servant and her new status as a student allowed her more freedom in terms of bypassing social obligations, but the years as Britain's King meant that habit dictated otherwise. In her mind, it would be rude to dismiss it.

The refreshments drew her attention but her own personal royal decorum demanded she keep her usual proclivities in check.]

[jointheclub]

Ms. Pendragon! [Only one person could possibly meet the description he had of her. And that name alone is enough to make him avidly curious.] Welcome, do come in and have a bite. We'll have dinner sent up in a bit, of course.

[shiest_sunbeam]

Lady Saber?

[She was certain it was her, the young half-orc girl had enjoyed her meeting with the stoic and stalwart knight and was very happy to see her in this meeting, well if that was her that is. Wouldn't be the first time Ronnae confuses someone with another.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[...with an invitation like this, who is he to refuse? The boy's interest was certainly piqued. The Slughorn name sounded vaguely familiar, but it had been a year since David's arrival in Garden, and longer still since he had done ironic analysis of that abysmal glorified penny dreadful drivel(his words). So he's not really able to place it.

He shrugs it off, and he arrives at the scheduled time. He doesn't know what all of this is really about, and as a safety measure has brought some ways to waste time. His headphones are waiting around his neck, and he carries a pen and composition notebook in one hand and a novel in the other. Perfectly ready to block out the world and bury himself in his work if this goes south.

Now, just what the hell is going on in here...]

[jointheclub]

Come in, come in. Have a seat!

[Turnout had been excellent, so as he offers his greeting, Slughorn casually directs his wand at the table, causing it to pop out a few more feet in length.]

And you would be... Mr. Lalonde?