Summer Camp Spin the Bottle Group 5 Closed

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Interacting with @Annie Morgan

Serena yawned a little as she grabbed a blanket and a bean bag, pondering where to sit. Spotting a familiar face of a Hufflepuff that she had gotten to know better from her time in the Quidditch team together, she paused for a second. It looked like Annie was struggling a little, as she watched her patting the area around. Without hesitation, she made her way over to her, "Hey Annie, mind if I join you?" She asked her, as she dropped the bean bag down for herself if Annie was fine with her joining. She had actually picked up the blanket to put it over her, in case it got a little cold but seeing Annie sitting there without anything, she continued, "Hey, would you like this blanket or the beanbag or something to sit on?" She offered, giving Annie the choice. She had no problem just sitting on the other one.

Though, she also needed some food. What sort of slumber party would this be if she did not grab handfuls of food and drinks for them to consume whilst they were chilling? A terrible one! Luckily, it looked like there was plenty of food around. "I'll be right back!" She said as she carried over handfuls of food and some bottles of drinks too. Sitting down near Annie, she placed all of the items near them, "I brought some snacks and drinks if you would like anything?" Serena continued, looking through them. It did not take her long to help herself to one of the cans of cola and grab one of the packets of crisps.

It was a beautiful evening, in her opinion. Summer camp was coming to an end and classes would be in full swing before long so, she may as well make the most of the remaining days. The soft music in her ears. It was a relatively peaceful evening, from the looks of it. She could handle that, a nice way to just relax a little. Since it was a slumber party, she came properly dressed, of course. In a rat onesie - with her baby rat, which was pizza rat, of course, in her pocket.

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The evening sky, snacks, drinks and people to mingle with sounded like the perfect solution to end the summer celebrations on. Well, it would have been if hadn't been for the lone bottle which sat there seemingly so innocent but as soon as Elena had stumbled upon this particular setting, she knew far too well what this was going to entail. It was basically a repeat of what had happened at the Gryffindor end of year celebrations except this time on a much larger scale and that in itself was enough to send the butterflies in her stomach buzzing around. There were already a couple people there, total strangers to her which did nothing to alleivate the nerves that she was feeling as some had already started to form a circle. It was the unspoken rule, the Gryffindor herself settled into a spot, the two seats on either side of her still unoccupied as she had come armed with a few sandwiches that would hopefully take up her time.

Taking a bite of one, she would relish it's taste between mouthfuls nodding in appreciation to herself as more and more people began to clamor to the games clearly intrigued by the idea of these activites. Everyone knew what they were signing up for and if you didn't, well, you certainly were in for a surprise. It would be fun to see the reactions that would range from shock to embrassament, the girl was sure and no one would be safe from the wrath of the spinning bottle. She had only drifted over to grab a few snacks and then curious Gryffindor that she was, the girl had mosied her way on over here to see what all the clamour and excitement was about before finding out very quickly what it was as evidenced by the bottle and the circle that was slowly forming. It would be too late to back out now, well, there was nothing stopping her now but perhaps it was social pressure or something else that held her here.

The brunette said nothing simply nodding a greeting to the other particpants who seemed much more visibly relaxed or if they weren't, they were doing a very good job of acting it out. The professors were either oblivious to what was going on or if they were, they were probably too invested in having a little of fun themselves while supervising a bunch of rowdy kids so Elena reckoned they were safe on that angle. For now, the Gryffindor would stick to downing her armada of sandwiches as a stress-reliever as they waited for more to join the party so that everyone could get in on these games and probably share a moment that they would either talk about for days to come or push to the back of their mind. Frankly, the girl didn't know how she always found herself in these sort of social settings but at the end of the day, it was all fun and games so she took comfort in that fact she thrust the remaining sandwiches she had forward to anyone who might be on the edge of starvation or fancied a snack or two before they got underway. "Sandwiches, anyone? I brought enough to feed an city."

Interacting with @Elena Jangleton | Open to interactions.

Engulfed in beanbag, Phaedra sat alone with her stitching as company. The spot she claimed was within short distance of the harp and her peers, but she paid them no mind as she worked, still in her evening clothes. This was a “slumber party,” sure, but she wasn't exactly keen on showing everyone her jammies and had plans to retire to the showers and cabins before bed anyway. Alexx's sleepover had been rife with enough teasing to last the fourteen-year-old a lifetime.

Oh. Right. She'd been fifteen for a day now. Few knew, and there hadn't been a big celebration with camp and a lack of pure-blood parents to facilitate such a thing in the first place. Nevertheless, Phaedra sought to make something for herself with the materials she'd been gifted before taking the train, her mother instructing her not to open the supplies until her birthday. With OWLs to look forward to, this last week of camp very well might be her last opportunity for hobbies.

Resting the needle on her thigh, Phaedra studied the hoop mere inches from her face with a squint. A freckled hand rose to trail along the white shapes in particular; their small dimensions had required a precision she once believed impossible. Thankfully, her threading now had improved tenfold, not a loose stitch to be found. Yes, this would do nicely hanging over her dormitory desk.

...Once it was finished, that was. There was an entire leaf to the Lily of the Valley left and Phaedra was already running out of that unique shade of green. Sighing, she slumped back into the beanbag and rubbed the tension out of her neck. When her cabinmate Elena passed by announcing sandwiches, Phaedra rose to attention, remembering her hunger for actual food. “I'll take one.”

x──────────────────────────────── In a beanbag, peacefully embroidering under the stars. Phaedra did not sign-up for the game but will be dragged into it from mere proximity. Outfit under reducio.

[reducio][center] But imagine the jeans as dress trousers of a similar fit.[/center][/reducio]

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Girls, girls, girls.

Hogwarts seemed to be full of them, everywhere you looked. Giggles and soft flowing hair, shiny colours, pretty dresses. Even without foreign guests, the British Institute appeared to be overflowing with the fairer gender. Thus, it was no surprise that the group of people he found himself surrounded by at some point during the evening consisted of nothing but girls thus far.

Pretty, all of them, but generic. Lacking the kind of beauty and elegance he had seen in his cabin on the first day already. Once you had been blessed with the sight of an angel, humanity turned dull. Still, Aleksandar only had so much time left to make the most of his visit to Hogwarts, so he had gone to the Slumber Party, had lingered where the sounds of a harp reached his ears best, had avoided marshmallows and biscuits in favour of trying scones with cream. Yet another dull addition to the British life; Tasteless, lacking something. He had given up on food after that - His au-pair would be receiving a strongly worded letter about the fact that Hogwarts had made him starve throughout most of his time at camp. Ridiculous.

At some point he had found himself sat on a beanbag chair, looking far less superior than he would have liked to. With his chin tilted up and a cup of fizzy lemonade in hand he must have looked like the caricature of a lazy prince lounging on his father's throne. The lopsided crown perched on the top of his head was the only thing still missing.

In that spirit he was not actively seeking out conversation. If anybody wanted to talk to him they would have to put in the effort first. Aleksandar was willing to join whatever group activity was building for the night, but he was not here for chitchat. His gaze would drift across the still relatively small circle of girls, lips curled into a smile, eyes narrowed. Teachers were buzzing around the general area, ready to keep the children in check, but none of them seemed like they wanted to disturb their own sense of tranquility, so staff was surely enjoying themselves for now.

Aleksandar shifted further into his beanbag chair, took a sip of his drink and tapped a slow rhythm against his knee with the palm of his free hand. It was getting late, and young ones always came up with their most teen-drama ideas when the night grew darker and conversational topics were running out. He was curious to stick around and see what the end of the night would bring.

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Roleplaying as Durmstrang iNPC Arjan Oberoi

Stamina: 15 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 17 | Wisdom: 3 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 10
Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong | The Martial Artist | Spell Spread | Charmer

Interacting with Angél (@Santario Martin's iNPC)

Despite the occasion being a slumber party, Arjan was not going to be dressed in his pyjamas. What sort of weirdo did that? The boy donned a pair of jeans, a tank top and a jacket over it just in case it got cold. Though, he was used to colder temperatures when he was at school. At least he could give his jacket to a cute girl though and look like a true gentleman this way though. Man, he did marvel at how generous and considerate he was! What an excellent planner!

He was not particularly interested in staying up all night and doing each other's hair or nails or whatever else people did at slumber parties. However, with a few days of camp left, it seemed like he might as well make the most of the occasion and check it out. If it was lame, he would make a sharp U-turn and leave. But hey, perhaps there was a cute girl or two and spending time with them under the stars did not seem like a bad plan at all. Strolling over, he looked around to see a cooler box. There, he helped himself to a bottle of orange juice. Glancing around, he spotted a familiar face among the crowd of people that had started to gather. A rather pretty face. Change of plans. Putting the bottle back, he instead just picked up the entire cooler box and a picnic basket of food, throwing a couple of blankets on it too.

What were muscles for if they were not for this very moment? All good plans used them! "Well, well, well, I didn't realise I had walked straight into heaven," He greeted her as he approached Angél, a cute girl that he had met a few weeks ago at the Truth or Dare game. "Do me the honour of allowing me to sit in your presence?" He asked as he motioned towards a nearby log, which he had intended on sitting on if she said yes. He would also place the picnic basket and cooler box down near them so they could share it without having to constantly get up. The blankets were there too, in case she wanted anything to sit on.

In all honesty, he just... ignored the presence of the other two girls not too far. He had yet to notice Serena and the girl she was talking to. But if he had, he would probably have tried to get Angél to go elsewhere, rather than sitting down with her or gone over to Phaedra instead, who looked like she was a little further away. Alas though, it would likely be too late by the time he did notice! That and he had not actually bothered to notice anyone else. He spotted the Beauxbatons girl's pretty face and that was it. Kind of blocked everyone else out for now, whooooops.

@Elena Jangleton@Phaedra Stavrou

Bloom could easily have said that someone else signed her up, but realistically, she signed up willingly. Not because she wanted to snog, but because she wanted to connect with others. According to her older sister, who was a Hogwarts graduate, games such as Spin the Bottle was a great hit in connecting with others (aside from the occasional smooch you'd get from the hopeful crush).

Bloom entered the outdoorsy area that it was taking place. There seemed to be a lot of people, but that did not matter with the music being played by the firepit nearby. Bloom walked up to a group that looked more for her age. The last thing she needed was to be a part of a game filled with first years... How awkward and gross would that have been?

Looking around, there were more friendly faces than she had ever seen. Thank god, she thought to herself as she walked up to Elena, a friend of hers that she met on the train ride back home from Hogwarts about a month ago. This was one of the few friends she was hoping to cabin with, but it did not work out that way. At least she was in a fun group with her now.

"Hey! I'm good on the sandwich. Don't want to have food breath," she joked, smiling. She saw that another acquaintance, Phaedra, had taken a sandwich. Hopefully her joke did not make her feel like she couldn't eat it. Bloom smiled at Phaedrea as a way of saying hello. They were the same age and year, but they did not have much interaction in all their years together. Plus, from what Bloom knew, Phaedra was one of the top writers in Hogwarts. Her newspaper, Hogwarts Headliner, was always a hit.

"Have your eyes caught the attention of anyone yet?" she asked Elena, and even Phaedra is nearby, her eyebrows moving up and down. There were a lot of handsome fifth years it looked like, but Bloom was only playing around with Elena and not actually putting meaning in her questions.