a seed-eating songbird that typically has a stout bill and colorful plumage... [Open!]

[isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com]

You might be wondering why there is a rather large flock of finches occupying the open air of the Obs Deck. The obvious answer is that someone left the window open. The unobvious answer is the seemingly innocuous teenager lying on one side of the room, a spellbook she had just run across in her locker open on the floor beside her.

She is entertaining the thought that it's quite tragic that Professor Flitwick can't see the masterpiece flapping around the room, because this spell is a sixth-year charm, and she hasn't even started her fifth year, let alone set foot in the Charms classroom since her exam. Still, she supposes that it helps that Hermione taught her the wandwork for it in one of the D.A. meetings. It did take a while to separate Avis and Oppugno, though, hence the number of aggravated birds using their feathery bodies as projectiles aimed at the occasional sofa or ceiling beam.

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[bonnypiperlad]

There's been a song in Jamie's head for a few days now, and he's decided that it's high time he tries to get it out of there. Practice chanter in hand, he enters the Obs Deck. He's figuring he'll find a quiet corner, settle in on one of the squishier meatcouches and try and see if he can't work out the tune. That particular plan lasts about 3.5 seconds, however, as he realizes the room is rather more occupied than normal.

He stops just past the entrance, staring at the rather colorful mass of birds that fill the air. For all that he's gotten used to the idea that strange things can happen, especially on Stacy, the fact that there's a roomful of finches has thrown him for a momentary loop. That is, until one of the more annoyed birds decides to fling itself at his face.

With a yelp, Jamie dives to the side to get out of its way. There's a momentary flash of red plaid that might be visible as he takes cover behind the nearest meatcouch.

[isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com]

The bird explodes in a puff of feathers as it hits the wall instead of its target, and Luna sits up, more concerned with the yelping, plaid-wearing person than the demise of one of her creations. Following a wave of her wand, half of the flock of crazed, flapping finches lands on various levels of furniture, screeching and shouting as finches are wont to do. The other half wheels around, refusing to obey her request that they calm down, instead choosing to throw themselves at each other. The air is filled quite quickly with falling feathers.

"I'm sorry -- they're a bit aggravated, some of them. They were the first few batches," she says, swaying to her feet, robes swirling around her. "Did he hit you? I know a few healing spells. I haven't used them before, but I'm sure I could get the hang of them quickly." Her tone is bright as she peers over the back of the sofa, blonde hair hanging down long enough to almost brush the top of his head.

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie looks up a bit warily, as he's half expecting another avian missile to be heading his way. He's rather relieved to see that it's a person - that is, until she offers to try out untested healing spells. There's a rather quick scramble to get to his feet, then.

"No, no, I'm fine," he says hurriedly. "Just a wee bit startled."

And a bit confused as to what exactly is going on. Batches of birds? That doesn't make sense. "What did ye mean by batches?"

[isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com]

She stares at him for a moment, an odd, rather dotty expression on her face until she lowers herself into the seat, chin tilted up to allow her a view of the feathery charms.

"I couldn't possibly make them all at once, could I? It's rather like making pasties -- make too many at a time, and the whole lot is just that bit worse." Her metaphor may or may not make sense, but she's quite convinced that it's highly appropriate.

[f-u-im-a-human.livejournal.com]

"Birds?" says the red-headed woman passing through the room, head snapping upward to watch them. Finches, actually. How'd they get here?

She's kind of an interesting looking person, carrying some kind of deeply weatherstained leather pack across her back with a large, somewhat menacing spear hanging from it. She herself doesn't seem threatening at all, though.

"Who let these in?"

Hisk is still getting used to the idea of space being, you know, a big empty vacuum.

[isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com]

Luna turns her head to watch the red-haired woman, wand dangling from one hand.

"Nobody let them in, really," she says from her place on the floor, hair pooling beneath her head, robes splayed around her.

A few birds pelt themselves at the wall behind her, exploding in puffs of colorful feathers and a few sparks. Luna doesn't comment.

[f-u-im-a-human.livejournal.com]

"Then how'd they get 'ere?" Hisk peers at the birds, and jumps a little as several seem to dash themselves against the wall. They leave no bodies, though.

"These 'witched?"

[isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com]

"They're a charm. I've only just got the hold of it." She flicks her wand at the air just above her, murmuring "Avis!". A new batch of birds erupts from the wandtip, flapping and screeching their way towards the ceiling. Fortunately, these aren't kamikazes like a great many of their brethren.

"I'm quite fond of birds, you know, and there aren't nearly enough on board..."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"There's birds in the Obs Deck. Did I miss a comm or something?"

Kate eyed the songbirds curiously. They did sound pretty, and she couldn't help giving an answering whistle to a pair of finches fluttering past.

"Whoa hey, anyway to calm them down?"

[isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com]

The blonde produces a few more birds with a joyful flick of her wand and a proclamation of Avis!, head tilting against the floor as the charm birds join their brethren.

"Not really." It's really not clear which question she's answering, but she's answering one of them, which is something, right?

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate immediately zeroed in on that.

"Oh of course when it's magic birds, that makes all the difference." She rolled her eyes a little at it.

[isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com]

Luna sits up, staring intently, head tilted.

"It rather does, doesn't it? They're not quite the same when they're charms." Her voice is floating somewhere up there with the finches, dreamy as it is, eyes lifting to follow one kamikaze's path as it divebombs a sofa.

[hexyeah]

Wanda eyed the birds as she walked across the Obs Deck but did nothing, that is until one decided it didn't like the look of the sofa she was passing. But before it could get close Wanda cast a hex and the bird stopped in mid air, hovering for a few moments before changing directions.

"Are these magical?" She asked the innocuous looking girl who presumably would know why the birds were there- besides, she had a hunch the girl was not as innocuous as she appeared.

[isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com]

Luna turns her head to eye the woman, watching the hex work its magic, following the bird's path as it flaps back into the mob.

"They're quite magical, actually," she says in reply, folding her hands on her stomach. "As are you, I'm assuming."

[hexyeah]

Wanda smiled slightly. "A little. I'm not skilled enough to conjure magical birds. Are they yours?"

[isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com]

Luna smiles a vague smile, sitting up and fixing her gaze rather unnervingly on the woman.

"They're mine, yes. I only just figured out the spell for it. What kind of magic do you use?" An odd question, maybe, but one must take into mind that Luna is an odd girl.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Katara WAS wondering why there were birds flying on the obs deck, it being an rather uncommon thing, but that questioning was answered the moment she saw the blond girl with the wand. She might not get to see her as often as she liked, but every time she did was pretty memorable.

"Heya Luna!" She said, giving her friend a hug. "How have you been??

[isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com]

Luna's eyes light up, a smile tugging at her lips.

"I've been alright, I suppose," she says, moving the spellbook to make room for Katara to sit. "I've been working on some spells, which is quite nice, though I do quite miss my father's magazine." Her eyes wander, watching a particularly discontent bird explode in a puff of feathers against the floor a few feet away from them.

"I don't see you as much as I'd like to," she added, tilting her head to peer at the brunette. "It's been a while, again, hasn't it?"

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

"I missed you!" Katara said, giving her a hug. "Wow, is that where you learn how to do magic? I recently have a boy that's...uh, staying with me, and he's a wizard himself! He'd definitely like to meet you I'll bet!"

Never mind that he was sleeping in the same bed as her. That would be too complicated to explain anyway, and would probably sound bad. "Those birds are very beautiful! How did you do it?"

"I agree," Katara said, smiling. "It has been awhile, and I missed you! How have you been? Tell me whatever you can!"

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

A larger, more drab bird was in the middle of the colored masses, a little confused. Especially since the birds were going kamikaze all over the place. He sometimes felt that kind urge, especially now, with Tom and Aftran running around the ship and everyone trying to decide what to do with them. Especially Tom.

< Sheesh. I thought *I* was crazy > the hawk muttered.

He did get an idea though. He caught one of the birds gently in his talons, trying to acquire it. One never knew where a new morph might prove useful.

What's really overwhelming is the urge to hunt. Fresh meat is so hard to come by around here.

Well, at least the already dead birds might have a use.

< Are these, like, dangerous or something if I help clean up a few of the deceased? > he asks.

[isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com]

Luna follows the dun bird with her eyes, spouting a few very quizzical birds from her wand. They tail the hawk, flapping around him in what could be a very annoying way, their beady eyes glued to him all the while.

"They're only dangerous if they want to be," she says unhelpfully, looking a bit perplexed at the question. "Feel free to clean, if you want. I've never met a hawk who liked cleaning..."

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

< It's just...when you've been eating glop for so long...instincts can be hard to fight. >

But there was no way of eating anything at the moment. He was flapping madly, trying to escape them as they mobbed him.

< I shoulda guessed this would happen. Even if they aren't crows or pigeons...> he muttered.

[curiousredsoul]

A certain ever curious dragon was drawn in to the Observation deck by the unusual sound of so many birds within. Quickly having duck one of said kamikaze finches, shaking her head as she took in the scene. Not a usual sort of bird it seemed.

A small ripple of light flowing along the many red tiger stripe-like markings that adorned her dark silver scales. Her gold eyes glowing ever so briefly as she cast her gaze over the Finch's before they returned to normal as she cast her gaze to the teenage human laying to the side.

An smile on her snout as she followed her hunch as she spoke, "Creations of yours?"

[isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com]

Luna's head turns against the floor, eyes fixing unnervingly on the creature with the stripes.

"It's a charm one of my friends was teaching herself. Are you a type of dragon? I saw several dragons in the Triwizard Tournament once. Harry did so magnificently in that challenge. Your kind are very ferocious, you know. Especially the ones with eggs." It seems Luna is a master of non-sequiturs and tangents, so vague are the connections her brain seems to be making.

[curiousredsoul]

Celena meets her gaze calmly as Luna speaks, inclining her head curiously before glancing to the birds once more.

"Hmm, an interesting charm indeed, not the simplest of spells I would imagine," She commented in return with a smile, curious as to the extent of the other's skill in the matter. Her thoughts interrupted though by Luna's continued tangent, bringing a chuckle from her. "Indeed, you could say that I am of a type. Though not all are so ferocious I would hope, though when angered many are no doubt, and indeed any such mother would be should something threaten her eggs,"

[OOC: Sorry about the late reply here, Uni and upcomming exams have been eating away at me >.<]