Finished Opening Feast Summer Camp 2024

Elena's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the Opening Feast. The field was filled with grand tables, each overflowing with foods from every corner of the world. In the center of it all was a massive ice skating rink, people already having fun skatting. The air was filled with the sounds of chatter and laughter, mixed with the mouthwatering aromas of various cuisines.

She immediately made a detour to grab a glass of hot cocoa, the rich aroma envading the air around her. She took a sip, wincing as the hot liquid burned her tongue. Wandering between the tables, she marveled at the diverse culinary offerings. She took a bit of everything, lingering over the table laden with French food. She missed France, and it had been so long since she'd last visited. She stacked two croissants onto her already towering pile of food and headed towards the seating area.

She spotted two of her tentmates—Alex and Prat, if she remembered correctly—but hesitated to greet them. They seemed close, with the girl's head resting on the boy's shoulder. Elena smiled, touched, and continued on her way, not wanting to interrupt their moment. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a table dedicated to breakfast foods. Her heart leapt as she spotted pancakes. She rushed over to the table, which was overflowing with all manner of breakfast delights: scrambled eggs, bacon, waffles, and stacks of pancakes with syrup next to it.

She set down her plate and reached for the last pancake, only to have it snatched away before her eyes. "Hey!" Elena exclaimed, glaring at the person who had stolen her food. "Give that back." The person in front of her had brown hair and striking green eyes. They raised an eyebrow, and Elena narrowed her eyes in response. Her usual timid demeanor vanished. Food was sacred. Especially pancakes.

date: 15/07/24 time: 5:00pm location: the camp opening feast

mentions: Reducio @Kenzie Thatcher @Alexandria Clark @Prat Pass

languages english: #1a4174 thoughts: italics

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Aston was walking towards the opening feast by himself, enjoying his thoughts that were mostly just happy expectations about the food. If this is anything like the feast back at the start of the school year the food will be amazing! I'm pretty sure Prat and Alex are already there and Kenzie said that she'll be there soon, hopefully Alex and Prat saved a spot for all of us. It didn't take long for Aston to get to the feast, it was certainly fortunate since he was starting to get really hungry. As he approached the tables full of food he realised that all his previous expectations were wrong. This is better than anything I could have imagined! All the different types of cuisine from all over the world, everything looks delicious! Aston quickly grabbed a serving of some food, namely a serving of risotto, it's not anything he's had before but he's eager to give it a try. After grabbing food Aston finally had a good look at the scenery around him, mainly trying to find where Prat and Alex were, he saw all the activities to do later! Aston kept a mental note of the hot cocoa stand and the snowball fight area that he wanted to visit, but the main thing was the currently nearly empty ice skating rink. It's been ages since I skated, maybe this time I can even go with a few of my new friends! As Aston was thinking about all the potential fun they can have while ice skating, he kept looking and finally found Prat and Alex, who were leaning on each other with Alex's head on Prat's shoulder. Huh, they look happy, they must be enjoying themselves. and proceeded to walk over to their picnic table and join them. "Hey guys! mind if I join you guys? The food here seems really good and they even have an ice skating ring we can go on later! By the way Kenzie said she'll be here soon so we should probably save a seat for her."

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English | Finnish | Russian | Ukranian

Anichka had never seen anything quite like the London Quidditch Stadium. Durmstrang was huge and magnificent but this was something completely different. It was so big and everything was so high up in the air. It was also amazing to her that it was dead in the middle of London and none of the muggles were any the wiser. Magic really was the most magnificent of things at times.

She was still nervous about coming here. She'd kept to herself at school and was always at home most when she was out and running around. To come here where there were even more people she didn't know seemed silly to her, but it seemed very important to her parents that she went. She supposed they wanted to find a way to force her to make friends. She didn't like it but she'd said yes to appease them and here she was. At least the winter wonderland theme reminded her of home.

After Anichka had dropped her stuff off in her tent and staked her claim to a bunk she put her hair in a ponytail behind her and set off to explore. She wore blue jeans, a yellow blouse, and a pair of trainers. She saw there was a giant banquet going on and decided she would start with that. She wasn't too hungry but figured she'd grab her food and mingle as her parents wanted her to.

Anichka was very impressed: there was a selection of foods from all over, including some from her home country. She quickly grabbed a Karjalanpiirakka munavoilla (a kind of savory pie) and a Korvapuusti (Finnish cinnamon roll). To branch out a bit she grabbed a couple of things that looked like they came from the countries of the other schools. She also grabbed a goblet and filled it with water before setting off in search of people to talk to.

She saw a brown-haired girl and a sandy-haired boy in conversation and decided they were as good as any. The girl was wearing a scarf and Anichka had to stifle a laugh, it certainly wasn't that cold. Instead of laughing she quietly made a remark to herself, "turisti."tourist

She then walked closer to them and said, with a fairly thick Finnish accent, "Hello."

Interacting: @Colby Vilder, @Mylo Atkins
Mentioning: N/A

Interacting with @Mylo Atkins & @Uri Davies as Anichka Volosin

It was obvious. This person was a goody-two-shoes kind of person. They were kind, cordial and always seemed to find a solution that was the right solution. How old was this person? Where was their fun? Colby had just turned eleven in May. She was not going to be the one to have brilliant ideas, but she was also not the one who would backtrack her own ideas. She would follow through with them, and this was an idea she was seeing to the end.

"I don't know about you, but I never got a notice that summer camp was going to be a winter fest," she snapped while grabbing the hat that floated down with their magic from their hands once he had offered. "Nothing in my suitcase is anything fit for a different season," she added, her eyebrows raising to let them know that it was a stupid thought to go and get changed into warmer clothes when they did not exist in the first place. And asking people who work the summer camp for warm clothing? No, that was too easy. Stealing clothing from a snowman sounded better.

The person who was kind enough to help her had introduced themselves as Mylo, and Colby had guessed it, he was surely not a first year. A second year, in fact, and from Ravenclaw house. Her parents told her a bit about the houses. Colby had no idea what house she would be in though her father often joked in saying that she seemed more Slytherin than anything else. Colby guessed the sorting hat will know more when the time came. "HA! I knew it. You're not a first year like me," she said with excitement, happy that she was right.

With a personality like theirs, a lesson on why her plan would not have worked had finally been shared. Colby stared at him with a blank stare, pretending to listen and in turn, not caring. "So?" she questioned regarding the probability of people getting hurt. She just wanted the snowman's clothing. Speaking of... Colby examined the very large hat that was now in her hands. It was big enough to be a shawl if she really wanted it to be. That would cover her shoulders, arms, chest, and most of her back. Colby fiddled with the top of the hat and stretched out the middle enough for her head to fit through. Once it was loose enough, she gave it a shot and put on the hat like a shawl. She then took the scarf from her shoulders under the hat and placed it on top of the hat around her neck. Much better.

"Hello."

Colby looked over at a girl who had randomly come up to them holding a goblet. To her, it seemed ballsy to just walk up to people and start a conversation. She kind of liked that. "What school are you from?" she asked the girl, hearing an accent in her greeting.

Interacting:	Speech:
@Aston Beckett @Alexandria Clark @Prat Pass	English - #4b774d Thoughts - Italics

I did receive permission from @Aston Beckett to lightly Godmod his character! I give @Aston Beckett, @Alexandria Clark, and @Prat Pass permission to Godmod Kenzie Thatcher for basic and necessary character and rp functions!

july 15th, 2024		monday, afternoon
wc: 400??		dhampir | sensitive to sunlight
interacting with: @Emily Shephard		always open for interactions! :]

The world around them exploded in chatter as more and more people joined entered the camp and joined the feast. It was starting to get loud, but that wasn't something Scout was too worried about. Hell, it just meant she could be loud in turn. No more of her parents telling her that she was speaking too loud or too excitedly in public. Ha!

But Emily... a boy from Ilvermorny? That was so interesting! Scout had never met someone from out of the country who was also a wizard. But if they didn't seem very interested in Emily, then they probably were up to no good! She was always so nice and friendly, how could someone even dislike her?! Hmph, maybe that Ilvermorny boy just didn't know what was good for him.

"Well, you tell me if you see him here and I'll give him a piece of my mind, okay?"

This conversation was reminding Scout of her own interaction with an international student. A seemingly level-headed boy named Zyair. He said he was from... ah, what school was it again? Uagadou, wasn't it? It was in Africa and that was all Scout knew about it. Though her interaction with Zyair was positive- and she wouldn't describe him as 'unfriendly', she was so weirded out by the way he just remembered her face. Nothing else to go off of beyond that!

Had he noticed her (lack of) fangs? That would... be really bad, actually. What if he went blabbering off to his friends about how he met a Hogwarts dhampir? What if he remembered her name and name-dropped her? That would be really, really bad. But she kept her face stagnant as these thoughts raced through her mind. She would have to find Zyair and ask him in person. He did say he would be at the camp so, like, it shouldn't be that hard.

"I met an international student too, actually," Scout's fork sat beside her plate, remaining mostly untouched beyond the few bits of fruit she had eaten. "his name was Zyair, and he was from Uagadou. Man, what is it with us and meeting students out of country?" She had lost her appetite, but it was fine. There would probably be snacks or something later.

Interactions: @Elena Clark | @Mention Mentions:

Date: July 15th Location: London quidditch stadium

Outfit: x

- Opening feast -

Cold feet was not something Cass was expecting to get on a summer camp, both literally and metaphorically. Yet here they stood, at the entrance to camps opening feast surrounded by snow. They really should have taken their stepmother's advice and put some boots on instead of their now soaked shoes. But wet feet or not, nothing could stop their growing excitement about camp. Sleeping in tents! Doing fun activities! Making new friends! This was going to be awesome. It was purely a coincidence that it came at the same time of the anniversary of their mothers death.

Their jog over to the feast was promoted by excitement, not desperate need for distraction. This was going to be fun, even if they had to hold camp by its neck at wand point to make it so. And what a feast it was. It was no fancy pureblood dinner party, but it was no less for it. The three banquet tables were absolutely packed with food, and students they had never seen before in their life milled about. While there were plenty of other activities dotted around the area, only one truly caught Cass's attention. A massive ice skating rink took pride of place among the festivities. Their goal was set. Eat first, then find someone to drag onto the ice and teach them how to skate.

Stomach rumbling, they made a beeline for the table full of breakfast foods. Bacon, scrambled eggs galore and most importantly pancakes with syrup and berries next to them greeted their eyes. Well, at least it used to be a stack. Now only one lonely pancake remained, begging to be placed on their plate. With a flash of déjà vu, they saw a girl reach for it. That pancake was theirs. In her quest for food, the girl was fast. But Cass was faster. With a triumphant grin, they snatched that pancake right out of her hands and onto their plate.

The other girls protests met Cass's ears unheard as they stuffed the entire pancake in their mouth as fast as they could. She was angry sure, but pancakes came before new friends. Speaking of which, pancake girl was the perfect candidate for one! Well. Perhaps not perfect. Certainly angry. But that could be changed. "Uh.. Sorry, but all rules no longer exist when it comes to pancakes" they allowed themself to look the slightest bit guilty. Perhaps their statement was a little untrue- Cass was never one for rules whether pancakes were involved or not.

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Lemmy would stretch out his torso as Alyssea instinctively attempted to catch his fall, but his long fingers would only graze hers before he slapped them back against the wall. She had done well not to cling on to him as he surely would have dragged her down with him. Though the mental image did make him chuckle a bit, the sharp blades attacked to his feet needed to stay grounded! “Oh yes. Good thinking new friend. The wall is probably best for now. No shame here! Grandpa Larluff always says there is no need to be embarrassed when trying new things. How else do we learn right?! Though could you imagine him trying to ice skate!” Lemmy’s mind was racing with the excitement. His words coming as if Alyssea had any idea of his family, but that was just how this little Goblins mind worked.

His brand new ice skating coach would shift around to his side. With wobbly steps he would turn to face her, one hand still clung tight to the wall. Lemmy followed her motions and allowed both of his arms to stretch out into a T. “Like this! Like a duck! Quack quack! Woah!” He bounced all around as he almost lost his footing. However, as soon as she instructed him to bend his knees he realized that he had been locking them out of nerves this whole time. With his gravity centered his weight was now distributed evenly on the blades. “Oh wow! That’s so much easier. Look at me!” Lemmy let go of the wall and shot two thumbs up!

“Woah.” Little Lemmy’s eyes lit up as he watched Alyssea stomp around the ice. He was so impressed! “Ok! I’m going to do it now!” His excitement and nerves left him shouting although she was not but a few paces away. He lined his blades up both facing forward though he hesitated a moment at turning one of them outward. Surely he fall! However, as he eventually turned the blade of his right boot he would push at the same time. Much to his amazement little Lemmy glided forward!

“Look! Look! I’m doing it!” The goblin had his arms out as far as they could go. He was almost squatting his knees were bent so much and he even flapped his arms a little as he inched forward. In his minds eye Lemmy was flying like some kind of Muggle Olympian! The wind was whipping across his cheeks as his hair blew back behind him. The crowd was shouting in awe at his natural born talent. However, reality would soon set in as he drifted towards the center of the ice. If his course wasn’t corrected he would soon be skating into the opposite flow of people. “Alyssea! How do I turn?” His voice was a bit nervous, but would be followed again with a fit of giggles.