Stonehenge Music Festival 2008

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While no man or woman, wizarding or otherwise, was ever able to determine the exact purpose of the Stonehenge monument, its purpose for the July 20 weekend was clear. With four stages set up in the area surrounding the prehistoric site, it would serve as the location of a music festival for the wizards and witches inhabiting Britain.

The protective enchantments the Ministry of Magic had placed around the monument made the area looked deserted. There were aurors, obliviators, and other officials surrounding the area, ensuring the site was set up correctly and prepared for the mass of festival goers that would soon be arriving. Otherwise, this was the slowest Friday for Stonehenge, in terms of the number of tourists. Every Muggle that even considered approaching the area would suddenly remember and believe with certainty a superstition about losing limbs.

A portly man stood, examining the designated strip of land where those traveling by portkey would arrive. The man charged with coordinating transportation was under the impression that a rusty can from Diagon Alley would be arriving any moment. Maybe the man misunderstood the time table his assistant drew up for him…

…or maybe not. With a small pop, a large group of wizards, witches, and children were standing (or on the ground) before the man’s eyes, disoriented from the portkey travel. Smiling broadly, the man introduced himself to the group and began to show them around.

The transportation coordinator gestured to the four stages and explained the magical sound barrier that prevented any music or noise from being heard at a different stage as well as handed a pamphlete of the playing artists and vendors that would be available during their stay. The man motioned to the strip of vendors selling food, beverages, and other goods. Finally, when he felt the group of newcomers had a general feel of the layout of the festival, he said, “The festivities should begin shortly! Feel free to wander around while we wait.”

[You may now begin posting your arrivals in this thread. You are also welcome to start your own festival related thread, in this board.]

[Juliet Hughes]

“The festivities should begin shortly! Feel free to wander around while we wait.”

"Oh, don't worry, darling, I will."

Juliet Hughes had been among the first group to arrive at the Music Festival, but had not accepted greeting or pamphlet from the foul conductor. Even he was too beneath her radar to both playing a warm up round with her charms on. This entire event was beneath her. One of the new Reporters had taken the story, probably in hopes of rising in the Daily Prophet and putting an end to her current tyranny over the Headline Articles. Foolish beliefs, Juliet of course did not see this story anywhere near large enough for the likes of her to cover it. Well, at least that was what she had been telling herself. After all, Juliet Hughes would never admit that she had competition from some twenty year old twit.

Then why was the infamous reporter here? She was desperate.

It had been almost half a year since she had released a story and money was growing thin. She didn't get paid by the hour, you know, and her latest profits were beginning to thin out in her account at Gringotts. She needed a story. And she was bound to find one here. However dull and boring a music festival might be, it was sure to draw an interesting crowd. And she was hoping on a very interesting crowd.

Ignoring the conductor, Hughes separated herself from the crowd, the shape six-inch heels of her viciously red pumps piercing the ground. A very leggy patch of bare skin was revealed to just above her knees, where it was replaced with a very red dress -- or what just barely passed as a dress. Always conservative, of course, she wore a set of open robes over the outfit to cover her bare shoulders, the open flaps just brushing her ankles. Blue irises surrounded by a heavy coating of mascara surveyed the monuments and the bands setting up between then.

Oh yes, this better not be a waste of her time.

[Clayton Septim]

Clayton's family decided to come to this festival, as it was one of the most exciting music festival in the world as it were. Clayton liked the bands that were playing, so he decided to go with his family, otherwise he be on his broomstick flying right now. Clayton knows how to play Guitar, which was pretty tight. He was going to need to bring that to Hogwarts. His amp and his new 2008 Duke V guitar. Boy, was that a loud guitar. Clayton had no choice but to stay with his family.

And so he did.

And so he stayed bored until the music started.

[Brittany Garland]

Brittany had been talking with the man that had orchestrated the entire event for most of the morning. She had made the trip from the little apartment that she shared with her best friends at Wendelring early so that she could set up the tent she had rented for the festival. Finding no need to be completely professional at a concert, she had worn her hair down in loose waves and dressed casually. Having had a glimpse of the backstage area, she had tried to stay out of most of the bands ways for the moment, understanding their need to get ready to perform. Finding her way out of the maze of people, she had made it to the front where people were arriving left and right from all over.

It had been a pleasant shock when she had been asked to do the story about the festival in the first place. Brittany had, up to that point, the smaller stories here and there that were in no case front page headliners. Not that the size of the story matter to her much, she felt privaleged enough to be fulfilling her dream and writing. Though she didn't deny that she had complained multiple times over some really dumb assignments, but in the end she had stuck it out and it had led her to this. Sure, it wasn't the big times but it was big enough to keep her happy.

Making a mental note to travel down the row of vendors later on, Brittany headed towards the point where she was to meet up with Shay. On recieving the notice about the event she had ran to Shay and asked if she wanted to go with her. The girl was not only her best friend, despite things, but a photographer for the Daily Prophet so she had figured it would be a great opportunity for both of them.

Bouncing back and forth on her feet, she awaited the girl's arrival anxiously.

[Shay M. Loire]

Everything had to be checked twice, or three times before Shay could leave the apartment. Sunblock? Check. Umbrella? Check. Itinerary? Check. Preservation potions, spell manual for camera maintenance, rolls upon rolls of film? Check, check and check. Shay was running out the door with her bags packed, and her toes ready for apparition when she almost stumbled upon herself, combining clumsiness with the loss of a level-head.

She almost forgot the camera.

With a the distinct pop, Shay had arrived to the festival, now embarrassed but all the same excited to come for the event. She had never done photos for concerts before, and she knew it was a different thing to do because the energy was different, but harder to capture when it was encased on just one stage. And the fact that some of the bands she grew up listening to were there was an super plus.

Yet on top of all of that was the opportunity to work with her best friend. For the longest time they were separated from each other and they're assignments, but this time when Brittany brought up the event being her assignment, Shay was already ready and willing to be by her side, to be her third eye while Brittany would be the ear.

Her tardiness due to a sudden case of neurosis gave her an upstart to weave through budding crowds quickly, already scoping out the kind of people she wanted to give attention to. There wasn't even ten meters between them when Shay spotted the tent and a lovely Gryffindor girl. "Hey-- Britt!" All she needed to do was look at her and know how fun this would be.

[Juliet Hughes]

Once around the festival and the only benefit Juliet had been rewarded with was the most horrendous music ever to grace her ears. If nothing prevailed, she might stick around to listen to The Weird Sisters encore reunion performance, but she did not quite understand the youth’s current fad and genres. It had no talent… it had no depth, no real feel, no real – she recognized a rather familiar young woman in the crowd with overly backed bags, some of which housed quite obviously camera equipment. Well now, wasn’t this an interesting and quite convenient development.

With a bright smirk that could have been taken as malicious to one that did not understand Juliet’s personality, the middle-aged woman slinked her way toward the girl, quick-notes-quill bobbing boredly after her. She had yet given it anything to write about, poor thing. She would have to be sure to make up for it later. The false red-head waved as she approached Shay.

“Shamani, darling! What a surprise. How are you, sweetie? I heard about your break up with, oh whatshisname, you should have told me when I asked for that picture of him for the Prophet.” This time, her grin was quite wicked as she grinned at her young associate. “We could have added a little something extra to make him squirm.” And the fact that the young quidditch star suddenly changed career paths after the end of a relationship would have been gold. But that was all in the past now…

“I’m glad you’re here, and prepared!” She continued, as always, very self-centered and not giving Shay a chance to get a word in. “Excellent quality to have. Always be prepared. You help me unravel any dirt that might be lurking in this rink-y dink set up – Oh.”

She cut off, noticing Brittany Garland but a mere ten feet away, if that. She studied the "fellow" reporter coolly and clicked her tongue in disapproval to the photographer. "What is she doing here? Well, I hope she doesn't think I'm after the trash story that she's working on. You can't get anywhere covering such mediocre things."

If anything, she was here to see if anything exciting was going to happen and then steal the new story right from under her. It was shameless, it was dirty, but hey, that was the business. Juliet did not get where she was now honorably. Merlin's pants, the simple idea of that was laughable.

[Brittany Garland]

"Shay!" Brittany exclaimed, spotting her friend amoung the growing crowd.

She smiled at the look of the woman carrying all of her bags, she somewhat resembled a pack-mule. As she began to walk towards Shay, she noticed another older woman come up to speak with the her. When the lady turned her head she recognized her as one of her work associates from the Daily Prophet, the one that hadn't really written anything in a while. Not thinking anything of it, she continued to walk towards the two.

Laughingly Brittany greeted her friend, "Pack everything in the apartment?" Turning to the woman standing with her she greeted her politely while taking a couple of Shay's bags to lighten her load. "Good day Ms. Hughes. I didn't know that you were going to be out here."

She was the type of woman that covered anything that was front page news. Her stories were, at some points, biast but overall smashing. Although, she was a bit confused on what exactly she was doing at the event. It didn't seem to be her type of story. Brittany had only ever seen her around the office and had never really spoken to her. So who really knew.

[Shay M. Loire]

It was a great relief to see that things had carried out well before she arrived, or she would have felt guilty for being late. Shay had the intent to rest her shoulders of the burden, when she was surprised by the voice that always dripped scandal-- Juliet Hughes. "Oh, uh, hello Juliet," was the last thing she could get in before the senior reporter went into her long-winded conversation with herself. She felt oddly flattered by Juliet's would-have-been offer to sabotage Alfonz, but was glad all the same that the woman deemed the story to be too old. It wasn't as if she didn't like her-- it was Juliet's name who gave her the leg up in the field-- but it was safe to say that she was just slightly scared of her. The woman could wield power with words, and her charm was nauseating but infectious. Shay often had to stop herself if she even thought about a slight Hughes habit.

"I don't think he'd appr--.... oh okay then--...." She had her expressions coordinate with what she said, going from general shock to relief to that need to correct Juliet when she finally figured it out. "We decided to do the assignment together. And since I've never worked on something with her before, I wanted to finally see her in action." She smiled at Brittany's arrival as she helped her and she waved her itinerary in greeting. She turned her attention back to the red-head. "But didn't the boss assign someone to you?" She asked curiously. "Like Rena or Pete?"