( and everyone who is there because it happens in front of you all lol)

Eirik scowled, angry beyond belief, and his fangs dropped. He took a deep breath, and calmed himself. Once his teeth retracted, he stood up.

"Magnus, I have enjoyed your workshop very much, but I think I must take my leave before I say something that...would cause a scene."

He addressed Mimsy. "Out of respect for Magnus, I will not answer your question. I will just say this: you do your race proud."

With that, Eirik nodded to his fellow house mates and began to walk toward the door to the tent. He was still shaking with anger.

Magnus sighed. "One mo," he said and took off after Eirik. "Wait!" the boy said easily catching up. "Please, wait. I'm sending Mimsy off for mistreatment and firing. She would be extremely upset. She doesn't understand, she doesn't know about the mistreatment because we love 'er and take good care of 'er."

((OOC if anyone speaks Russian and they want to know what Eirik was ranting about, just let me know and I will sMail you the info ))

Eirik stopped and started ranting at Magnus, only semi quietly, in Russian for a couple of minutes. Then he sighed, and said "I'm sorry...I just need some time. We have a break coming up..I think I will take mine early." He took a few more steps, then said without turning "I will be back, Magnus, I need to...I want to... know all of this information that you are going to be presenting. I will...try...to control my temper. "

With that, he stepped outside, still angry, but now feeling embarrassed that he just ranted in front of the Council, his prefects and house mates. He lit up a cigarette as he walked to the edge of the lake, not caring at this point if he was going to get in trouble for it or not. He found a large rock to sit on, and stared at the water's surface, trying to let go his anger.

Magnus nodded and let the other boy go. He starting thinking of moving the mistreatment and firing to after the break and then covering their magic. Let Mimsy cool off too. The boy sighed and went back into the pavilion.

Paddy listened in shock as Mimsy became annoyed - it was exactly what she was worried might happen with her own questions, but she hoped the House Elf wouldn't be too offended. They were only students after all, and they had to learn somehow.... right? After all, Paddy had been on the receiving end of some questions and comments from uneducated people about werewolves before, that had really just served to make her annoyed.

As Eirik and Magnus left the pavilion leaving Mimsy standing in front of the group of students, Paddy felt that she wanted to say something to placate the Elf, but didn't know if there was anything she could say that wouldn't make things worse. She had just thought of another question, but decided to wait for Magnus to return before asking - she didn't know if Mimsy would even want to answer more questions at this rate.

( and everyone else :P)

Magnus smiled reassuringly to the group. Yes, he thought, we'll swap when topics are. Explain some things. (go ahead lol he's there)

"Do you still feel like answering more of our questions, Mimsy?" Paddy asked, hoping that the Elf had calmed down a little. "It's just that I was wondering if House Elves have to train to learn their skills, or if it's all natural skills that you're born with?"

"Mimsy can answer. Mimsy is learning things when she is young. She is knowing magic but she is not knowing control, like young wizards and witches."

Merlin watched in awe what happened and wondered if Eirik will be ok, so discretely he step outside and followed. "Are you ok?" He asked a bit shyly but wanted to help if he could, somehow. "If you need to talk...I know I'm awkward but I can listen if you want to let out anything out. If you don't want to talk I understand, just so you know you have a friend."

Kyros nodded thoughtfully, thanking Mimsy for her response. Now that he thought about it, House Elves were quite the interesting creatures. He had never seen a family of them with more than one child per generation, to begin with. How they could keep such ancient lineages this way? Perhaps he could ask that...

And then the topic turned to S.P.H.E.W, and suddenly kind Mimsy was angry in a way that made him raise a brow in surprise. To serve is quite the serious business for a House Elf, that's for sure. Even though Eirik's questions touched a fair share of good points - points that Kyros himself was ashamed he didn't see in the first place, was he just that used to House Elves being like that, did he buy a bit of his parent's thinking, it made him uneasy to think so - that only seemed to annoy the tiny elf. To find a creature that didn't want to be free was honestly hard for him to understand. There were a lot of questions he wanted to make, but then Eirik left, and Magus right after him, leaving only awkward silence behind.

"So, Mimsy, that's a very pretty towel. Did you make it yourself, or did your family give it to you?" He splurted the question with as much naturality as he could muster at the time. At least it would distract her until Magnus returned.

Magnus came back, seemingly ok. He hoped there wasn't another argument, but Eirik's absence was not a good sign. Another student made more questions, signing for the workshop to continue to another subject. so he waited a bit before turning to Elizabeth (). "I'm going after Eirik, If you make any notes, let me see them afterwards, please?" A friend in need was a friend in need, so he discreetly sliped out of the pavillon and to the winter day outside. Eirik was by the lake, with Merlin () right beside him.

"She has quite a temper, doesn't she?" He walked towards his housemates, hands in his pockets, back into his mischievous natural element. "Are you ok? I don't think she meant to anger you. It's just... A difficult subject for everyone involved."

"Aww, well thank you Mimsy, I appreciate it" Keet smiled. "If you change your mind, the ham is right here" she said, patting the table carefully.
Somehow, Disco had managed to stay asleep through all of this, but started stirring a bit at the tense situation that was unfolding. Keet quietly went back to her seat to hide a bit, as she was highly conflict avoidant. However, she did understand why Eirik was upset. She too was concerned with the welfare of elves, and had only tried to ask an innocuous question so as not to upset Mimsy. She waited apprehensively to see what would happen next, petting Disco consolingly.
((OOC sorry for not being around much today, some things came up!))

Mimsy bowed to Keet and politely shook her head. "Thanking you, Miss."

Mimsy calmed when Kryos asked about her towel. She took great pride in it. "Thanking you. Mistress Stella made it for Mimsy. Mimsy is able to makes but Mistress Stella made as a gift. Mimsy takes good care of her tea towel."

Poppy quietly scribbled a message on a spare bit of parchment to Eirik (). I thought you were brave to ask those questions. They were on my mind too. Thank you, Poppy. She fished in her purse for her candy pouch. The note and a Blood-flavoured lollipop went on Eirik's seat. Poppy picked out Drooble's Best Blowing Gum for herself and popped a piece into her mouth, wondering if all house elves were as sensitive about their servitude as Mimsy was about hers. The big question on Poppy's mind was "Why?"

She picked up Biscuit and thoughtfully patted her soft fur. The bunny had been hopping around the pavilion, delighted with the unseasonably warm weather.

Eirik looked up as Merlin came over to where he was sitting. He sighed.

"I will be alright, in time. She just..made me so mad, that she could get so...uppity..in thinking that people should mind their own business."

He swore in Russian, there was no mistaking that. "And now, I have lost my temper in front of people that I didn't want to see me lose my temper. 'look at the vampire getting pissed off, he is dangerous, blah blah blah, at least the werewolves are under control. '"

He sighed. "I don't know...it's a lot of things. I just didn't want to...cause problems, in there, but that elf...she just..." he shook his head.

Eirik had lit another cigarette by the time Kyros came out and walked over to them.

"yes, she does..." Eirik said, and realized he was being rude. He offered both Merlin and Kyros a smoke if they wanted one.

"I didn't expect Mimsy to say anything negative against her family, of course, but...I got pissed when she got this high and mighty attitude toward things, especially toward me, and I am of two minds about it.

One, I wanted to tear her scrawny little throat out for talking to me like that and scream 'learn your place' because she is a servant, and then two 'are you too freaking stupid to realize your race is a slave is treated like livestock, and that people are trying to help you..??'"

He pulled out his flask, and drank from it. "But, I didn't want to do that. I didn't want to embarrass anyone, or cause a scene, but.." he looked down, " I lost my temper. I started to lose control, and you know, Kyros, what being on the receiving end of that feels like." Eirik looked up apologetically.

"So I had to cool off, after I vented to Magnus, who didn't deserve it, and I hope he doesn't understand Russian...and here I am. A 15 year old trying to change the world for people who don't want it changed, and fighting with my nature to not kill things that piss me off."

"Did things go badly after I left..? I hope not."

((ooc aww, cant wait to get back in and see that note))

(And after that I'm gonna sleep, goodnight everybody)

"I don't smoke, but thanks." Kyros sat next to Eirik, quietly listening to his side of the things, It was impossible not to lift a hand to his neck after Eirik's comment about being a target to his anger - I know it very well, thanks. The marks were long gone, but it was a night he wouldn't forget so soon. "Things got a bit awkward, but moved on soon afterwards. She's calmer and answering questions, and I think Magnus is just moving forward with the subject. He didn't seem angry with you either."

"I think... It's complicated. She's happy where she is. It's all she's ever known. And she's right to say that we're not elves, we don't know how they feel about their work or their masters. I... Couldn't imagine living a life like that. But I'm not sure if I'm fit to question her." Wasn't she openly refusing her options of another life? But then, most House Elves did, and it seemed weird for so many different sentient beings make the same choice wholeheartedly like that. In that, he couldn't help but wonder about Prim, if she was happy, if she even had a choice in liking him or not? He bit his lower lip, not liking where that train of thought would take him.

"We can theorize that House Elves were made to be happy with their work, then at least they should be able to choose who to work for. But stopping them from work, what will we give to them in exchange? Does things like money and rest mean the same to them? Those were the kind of questions that ran through my mind at the workshop. I'm not really sure of what to think yet..." The boy sighed. "Anyway. You're not wrong in wanting to do good things. It's just that... Good can be quite subjective."

Merlin looked at Eirik with a bit of sadness because he didn't liked to see people down. "Look, you didn't do anything wrong and I was not thinking anything like that. I'm sure people can understand your reaction, it is hard when others are blind or pretend not to see what is wrong around them. Ignorance can be your downfall." He placed a hand on his shoulder. "Mimsy may love being a slave, because that's what house elves are, but others may not."

Merlin took a cigarette even when he never smoke before and cough a little when he tried it. "Some people, or in this case elves, don't want to be helped but that doesn't mean the majority wants the same. You can fight for those who want to be helped, there is no shame on that on the contrary it is a beautiful thing to try protect those who can't do it themselves." He chuckles a bit. "You have a temper but so do many...it's good you know when you need to cool down, not everyone does. Things weren't bad, people continue the workshop."

Merlin listened to Kyros and could understand what he said about elves finding normal their lives and enjoying them, but he could see house elves that have good masters feeling that way yet those with abusive masters, do they feel the same? It seem to Merlin they didn't liked having a will to decide to do things by themselves, at least judging by Mimsy's answers to his questions and everyone else's. "Maybe we can't understand them because we have a will of our own, we have dreams and ambitions, but they only know how to serve others and maybe they are just happy doing that. I guess since we are not house elves, we can't surely know." Merlin took a drag and put down the cigarette. "Better not be seen doing that." He pointed to the prefect badge. "Can be a bit of a burden sometimes."

Magnus knew if Mimsy needed comforting, his father would do so. He had to compose himself and keep the workshop going. The boy slipped his hands in his pockets and left the pavilion. He headed for a tree a fair distance off and slumped down it until he was sitting on the ground. He sighed. Well this is going well, he thought bitterly. His new friend that he liked at lot, and had felt such a bond because of their similarities was angry and it was indirectly his fault. He also had been ranted at in Russian and whilst he didn’t know any Russian he knew roughly what it was about—since he knew when Eirik got angry. He understood why Eirik left, that wasn’t an issue. But it seemed yet another one of his meetings was going south and the young boy was struggling to keep it together. He felt like crawling into a hole. He could feel his eyes burning with tears but only allowed one to fall, then he brushed it away with his arm. His hand was wrapped around the pencil without even realising it. He must have plopped it behind his ear absentmindedly. It wasn’t until he saw lines on the paper that he realised he was drawing. Heck he wasn’t even paying attention to know what he was drawing until he put the claws on. The cat had long fur and big cute eyes, one of the cutest cats he’d drawn and it had vampire teeth.

((break will end at 11:59 tonight subeta time. The schedule has been updated on the first page and the summery has also been added.))

@/Gaia@/Ambition@/MerlinPendragon@/Nik

The break couldn't have come soon enough for Paddy, after a couple of other students had followed Eirik from the pavilion. She thought about going after them, but didn't feel she knew Eirik well enough to be able to say the right thing. She felt sorry for Magnus in particular, as he seemed to have the worst luck when it came to running clubs and workshops, and felt even more sorry for him when she saw the way he was slumped by the tree. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a chocolate flavoured lollipop and a small slab of Honeydukes best chocolate that her uncle had sent after the last full moon. She tied them both together, and instead of walking over to Magnus, decided it was better to practise her charm work. Carefully waving her wand with a swish and a flick, she muttered "Wingardium Leviosa" and carefully aimed the lollipop towards Magnus.

( )

Magnus was adding a vampire cat with bat wings in the sky when an object came towards him. He had to move his head back as it was almost square to his eyes, but his arm extended and he caught it. Sweets. Well half the school seemed to have Honeydukes on standby judging on how often he was offered them, so that wasn't a clue. He glanced at the direction of the caster, ah, Paddy. Her aim was getting much better. Last time she impaled a tree with a lollipop. He nodded his thanks to her; then he slowly unwrapped one of the chocolates, unsure if he wanted to have one.
(hehe vampire cat-bat, I am amused. -wonders if he should add a mouse village for them to be attacking- Maybe I need sleep lmao))

Paddy looked relieved that the chocolates had reached Magnus; obviously all the practise she'd put in each evening was starting to pay off. He'd unwrapped a chocolate, but hadn't actually eaten it yet, so she decided to head over and at least see if he wanted to chat. "You ok?" she asked as she walked up and sat near him, his winged vampire cat drawing catching her eye as she sat down, "that's a great drawing by the way, you're really skilled when it comes to stuff like that."

()