JUNE SELWYN
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Date: June 23, 2026 | Open | Dialogue: X
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June Selwyn was sixteen.
When you were sixteen, you were no longer a "kid". It had weight to it, the sort of weight that belonged to girls in novels who uncovered secrets, won tournaments, found love, and looked good while doing it all.
This clearly warranted a party. Not a small one, either. Not a polite gathering of carefully chosen guests arranged around a table with cupcakes and nervous conversation. June had done that before. This year, she had made posters.
Many posters.
Her invitations turned more into a campaign, with posters hung on common room noticeboards, the Dining Hall, and one particularly visible spot in the Portiport. She’d roped some friends in to help her make the posters "pop" more.
And, after weeks of study, June had found a variation of the Illegibus charm that allowed you to make something unreadable to a specific person. She hadn't mastered it, though, and was only able to cast it to a name, rather than a specific person. Unfortunate for the sixth-year Finnegan Atwater in Floranti, but he was destined to be colatteral damage to ensure @Finnegan Connor didn't come.
When Finn (either one) went to inspect the poster, it would change to read:
Hopefully, it would keep him away, but then again, people talked. And who knows if someone would spoil the charm, or tell Finn about the party, and he probably wouldn't even want to be there anyway. If Finn fell for it, he really was daft. How would someone even watch the World Cup at Penwick?
June didn't even go to dinner, opting to spend the time setting up. In the warm summer air, the Tarns had turned almost golden in the low light. The largest lake lay smooth and bright beneath the sky, while the smaller tarns caught the last strips of gold between the mountains. It was unbelievably pretty, which June appreciated. If nature wanted to show off for her birthday, she would accept it with open arms.
June had claimed a flat stretch of grass near the water and arranged everything with exacting satisfaction. Blankets were spread across the ground. Towels were folded in a stack that would almost certainly be ruined within minutes. Small strings of lights hung above the area, and June had gotten a Dranaga classmate to loan her a "blue tooth speaker" so she could DJ the birthday songs with a borrowed "eye-pod”. There were snacks, canned drinks, bowls of punch, and a cake that June had transported herself from Brynwell, all laid out on a table.
She had changed into a blue swimsuit and a loose white cover-up, her hair pinned back. Every few minutes, she looked toward the path back to the castle, not because she was worried no one would come, but because she wanted them to hurry up.
Friends could come. Acquaintances could come. People who only knew her from class could come. People who had read the poster and decided swimming sounded better than homework could come. People who like cake would come. People who liked parties would come. People who liked gossip might have come if they caught wind of one of the Finns misreading the poster.
A small group of people finally walked over the hill, mostly other fifth years June had been acquainted with, but no one she was particularly close with. She waved to them as they exchanged "Happy birthday"s and "Thank you for coming"s, before the small group split between lying in the sun and already jumping into the water.
When you were sixteen, you were no longer a "kid". It had weight to it, the sort of weight that belonged to girls in novels who uncovered secrets, won tournaments, found love, and looked good while doing it all.
This clearly warranted a party. Not a small one, either. Not a polite gathering of carefully chosen guests arranged around a table with cupcakes and nervous conversation. June had done that before. This year, she had made posters.
Many posters.
Her invitations turned more into a campaign, with posters hung on common room noticeboards, the Dining Hall, and one particularly visible spot in the Portiport. She’d roped some friends in to help her make the posters "pop" more.
June's Sixteenth Birthday
Swimming at the Tarns
June 23rd @ 7pm
Bring swimwear, towels, and snacks. Don't drown.
Swimming at the Tarns
June 23rd @ 7pm
Bring swimwear, towels, and snacks. Don't drown.
And, after weeks of study, June had found a variation of the Illegibus charm that allowed you to make something unreadable to a specific person. She hadn't mastered it, though, and was only able to cast it to a name, rather than a specific person. Unfortunate for the sixth-year Finnegan Atwater in Floranti, but he was destined to be colatteral damage to ensure @Finnegan Connor didn't come.
When Finn (either one) went to inspect the poster, it would change to read:
World Cup Watch Party!!
Non-Wizarding Perspectives Classroom
June 23rd @ 7pm
Free snacks!
Non-Wizarding Perspectives Classroom
June 23rd @ 7pm
Free snacks!
Hopefully, it would keep him away, but then again, people talked. And who knows if someone would spoil the charm, or tell Finn about the party, and he probably wouldn't even want to be there anyway. If Finn fell for it, he really was daft. How would someone even watch the World Cup at Penwick?
June didn't even go to dinner, opting to spend the time setting up. In the warm summer air, the Tarns had turned almost golden in the low light. The largest lake lay smooth and bright beneath the sky, while the smaller tarns caught the last strips of gold between the mountains. It was unbelievably pretty, which June appreciated. If nature wanted to show off for her birthday, she would accept it with open arms.
June had claimed a flat stretch of grass near the water and arranged everything with exacting satisfaction. Blankets were spread across the ground. Towels were folded in a stack that would almost certainly be ruined within minutes. Small strings of lights hung above the area, and June had gotten a Dranaga classmate to loan her a "blue tooth speaker" so she could DJ the birthday songs with a borrowed "eye-pod”. There were snacks, canned drinks, bowls of punch, and a cake that June had transported herself from Brynwell, all laid out on a table.
She had changed into a blue swimsuit and a loose white cover-up, her hair pinned back. Every few minutes, she looked toward the path back to the castle, not because she was worried no one would come, but because she wanted them to hurry up.
Friends could come. Acquaintances could come. People who only knew her from class could come. People who had read the poster and decided swimming sounded better than homework could come. People who like cake would come. People who liked parties would come. People who liked gossip might have come if they caught wind of one of the Finns misreading the poster.
A small group of people finally walked over the hill, mostly other fifth years June had been acquainted with, but no one she was particularly close with. She waved to them as they exchanged "Happy birthday"s and "Thank you for coming"s, before the small group split between lying in the sun and already jumping into the water.
Welcome to June's Birthday Bash!
I always like doing fun party threads for June's (and my) birthday. Don't feel the need to stick to a posting order! Whenever your character arrives, there will already be people there. People may have come just because they heard it was a party, not even knowing who June is, so don't feel like you can't participate if you haven't threaded with her before!
Feel free to swim, snack, dance, chat with the birthday girl, chat with anyone but the birthday girl, or anything else!
Things like alcohol and cigarettes and maybe some funky potions may appear in this thread (since, you know, teenage party), you are welcome to partake or leave them be. Remember our site rules involving drugs and alcohol, found here if ever in doubt. If you would like to "spike" a bowl of punch, you can not say you did it to all of them. The option to not partake in alcohol, should it show up, should be an option for every participant.
Party away!
