Finished Opening Feast Summer Camp 2024

Interactions: @Elena Clark Mentions: @Prat Pass | @Alexandria Clark | @Aston Beckett | @Kenzie Thatcher

Date: July 15th Location: Opening feast

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- Opening Feast -

They gave the girl a grin. If this had been a dinner party, their father would probably have been mortified by their actions. Seeing as it wasn't though, and no harm seemed to have come of it, their father might have approved of it actually. It was certainly a conversation starter, and "building connections" was much funner with a bit of thievery. "Do I at least get to know who's declaring war on me?" they asked "Or is your name actually helpless lady?". They fully intended to keep calling her that, if she decided to be silly and not give her actual name. Maybe even if she did give them her name.

"So, enjoying camp so far?" they said to the victim of thievery. They didn't see a way someone could be not enjoying camp- this feast was awesome. There was even an ice skating rink! Speaking of that rink, helpless-lady seemed to be staring at it. "Me? Staring?" they responded "It seems you are guilty of the very same crime". They gave a nod of their head towards the group of people she had been staring at. Her friends perhaps? Clearly not very good ones if they had just left her all alone to get pancakes stolen like that. Upon closer look though, they recognised the maybe-friends.

It was Prat! And Alex, who seemed to hold the brains of the two. Sky-boy and the girl who had fallen over accompanied them. They didn't seem like the type to just ditch a friend of theirs like that, so Cass assumed that Elena wanted to be friends with them rather than already was. That could be easily arranged, since Cass already knew the potential friendship targets. Maybe some other day though. The ice skating rink was calling their name, and they were determined to drag this girl along as well so that she could have some fun and stop moping."Enough sitting around on your but!" they said "Come on helpless lady, we are going to check out this ice".

Banner by Winnie Harper

Roleplaying as Jason Aguilar

Date	:	July 15th, 2024
Color code	:	Written|Thought|Said

Jason walked out of his childish tent while stretching his back. The Brazilian Boy folded his arms while nodding in satisfaction. The weather in the deepest Amazon only gave him two extreme choices, the scorching hot or the freezing cold. At this event, the combination of peak summer heat and the falling snowflakes makes the weather quite cool and suitable for him. Although Jason knew that this kind of weather, hot and cold forced together like this, could burn his skin easily and and also increasing the potential for him to catch the cold.

Jason stepped closer to the banquet. His eyes wandered around, looking for any type of meat that could meet his protein needs. When he found that steak is also served among the many menus there, Jason smiled widely and immediately take a portion of it. Unfortunately, vinaigrette dressing is not served here, so Jason decided to take the classic olive oil dressing for his vegetable salad. Jason glanced skeptically at the caesar dressing that is also served there and muttered, "The taste of anchovies will definitely ruin everything on my plate." said the seafood hater.

Jason chose a table at the far end and ate his food quickly. Shit! How could it be so damn good?! The boy is now full of excitement. If only I could bring Emilia here with me. Her biological big-sister, Emilia, doesn't have any relation with magic. She attends the normal muggle school in Brazil and Jason haven't met her for a pretty long time now. He really misses his sister.

The boy lifted his empty plate quickly and placed it at the designated place. He turned to the dessert area, "Let's see... Oh! Is that tiramisu cake?" If appetite is directly proportional to a person's level of health, then there is no need to worry about Jason's health condition during this Summer Camp. He's growing up well, and eating very well.

Interacting with : Solo.

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Surely she could’ve lived off of eating sandwiches provided by their tent but her curiosity had gotten the better of her once more. Of all the times that she had ended up in troubling predicaments when it comes to food provided by events, certainly she would’ve learned her lessons by now… that food and drinks couldn’t be trusted. Of course she did, it’s why Raizel is being cautious as she comes to where the opening feast is being held. She has her trusty satchel where potions that she crafted for her own safety sits in, hoping that she won’t ever use them.

Her eyes scanned the area first, gazing at the different delicacies being served and despite how appealing they are and the fact that a professor was preparing them all, she can’t find herself trusting that there isn't anything in those foods. What if someone had played a prank already? Someone that they didn’t notice. What if those foods come to life? Raizel shook her head, realizing how she is becoming too paranoid due to her own experience when it comes to foods and drinks.

Surely… that won’t happen, not this time anyway. She already has too much in her mind, she can’t keep adding more to it. Relax, she would tell herself as she continues to look around in hopes of finding a familiar face among the sea of people gathered around. It was difficult to see anyone that she knows and if she does, would she even join them? Perhaps not. They would’ve come here with their own group after all and she can’t have herself intruding. Well, she had grown rather fond of solidarity for some reason, perhaps that is due to how some friendships don't last.

Friends… somehow she can’t remember some of them, those that she had met during her first year. They had become nothing but strangers. Thinking about it won’t bring them back so might as well just keep moving forward. Maybe, having new connections won’t be that bad. And as if on cue, someone called out. Looking towards the voice, she found a certain foreign student. It took a while for her to know who it was. Not like they have talked a lot, she only knows him as someone she had seen around before, last summer camp, during Hogwarts events.

Name, name, what was his name. It then clicked. Hiro, Hiro Bakugo, from Mahoutokoro. She showed the friendliest smile she could muster. “Oh hello, yeah, that’s me. Hiro… was it?” she asked back, wanting to make sure she said the right name as she isn’t exactly that great at remembering people’s names. “O-Oh… food, yeah, maybe in a bit, not really hungry yet.” The Gryffindor told him as she walked closer to where he is, finding it rude if she kept on talking to him from a distance. “So, what’s up?”

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Outfit/Physical Characteristics Reducio Pink hair, slightly wavy, pink button up shirt with flowers	Languages German English Russian French	Age 15
Mentioning/Interacting @Rose Moon	Location London Quidditch Stadium	IC Date July 15th, 2024

The Grand Feast

xxxxxGellert blinked and shook himself out of the strange mood that he had found himself in and decided to enjoy the beautiful festivities that Hogwarts had planned. He was about to smile at the taste of the food when he heard a young woman's voice ask,
"Hey, I'm Rose. Are you alright?" Gellert looked and nodded. He replied, "It is quite a pleasure to meet you Rose. Yes, I am quite alright. I was just overwhelmed for a moment. Thank you for asking." Gellert was a very passionate and polite young man with a proclivity towards dark arts. He was tall and conventionally handsome and was pleased to meet the other student who seemed to be around his own age. He observed the young woman with red hair and smiled again hoping to reassure himself as well as the other that his momentary lapse of sanity was over. He smiled sheepishly at the thought. He introduced himself soon after, "My name is Gellert Schroeder. I am from Durmstrang. Are you a student of Hogwarts?" Gellert had a slight German accent that was beautiful and elegant in nature. He was perfectly fluent in English, but he was quite fond of the German accent in English and did not remove the sounds of his home language. He could of course mimic a neutral English accent if he so desired, but as said before, he was quite fond of the sound of it. Gellert was usually adorned with stark platinum blonde hair that accentuated his sharp cheekbones, but today he had changed his hair to the soft baby pink of cherry blossoms. He had not cut his hair short as he normally did over the summer, so his hair reached past his ears and provided a gentle look to Gellert that usually was not present at Durmstrang. He offered a hand to shake and smiled, his naturally flirty nature coming to the surface. He gently winked and thought on the instance, last year when he had met Henri in a strange dance of charm and style. This was a different interaction, more genuine perhaps in comparison to the masks of charm and oozing French. Perhaps it was quite a direct question for a person he just met, but Gellert asked the other, "Perhaps this is too forward a question for someone that I have just met, but what do you wish to do when you have graduated. I have been thinking on my future and have realised that my dreams have been far too focused in a romantic and soulmate nature that I have lost sight in a practical future. Perhaps you have some advice in that regards." Gellert had always dreamed for the One, but in the moment, he had stepped into camp and sat down at this Grand Feast there was a sudden realisation that even if he had found the One, he had no personal identity or wish for when he found himself graduating in two years. "I apologise. That was quite a deep question for a stranger. Please, tell me about yourself instead if you are too uncomfortable."

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

"I'll keep my teeth nicely hidden, thank you very much!" Not like it'd be hard. She found that while having her fangs out wasn't entirely uncomfortable, it was more natural to keep them hidden. Did snakes feel the same way? Their fangs were always inside of their mouths at all time besides when they were striking. Ooh, if only there were cool snake half-breeds- maybe something like a real Naga! "And don't worry, I'm sure you'll meet plenty of nice international students that aren't mean."

How exciting it would be to make friends from overseas, Scout had been over the moon at the thought. She could go home and tell her parents that she made friends from all over the world- not just from China! Africa, France, Russia, where else were the other schools? The U.S... she was blanking on the other ones, an often (lack of) thought.

She just hoped they weren't anything like the one she had met. More normal, and less perspective of her mouth.

"You remind me of my dad," Scout snickers as Emily holds up a cheese-meatball, "I'm pretty sure this was how he fed me as a kid." Still, she relents and takes a bite of the meatball. Although the only thing she thinks she can taste is cheese, it's still nice. A little bit too much, but she'd rather have too much than not enough.

"Also, you should totally come to my house for one of the breaks in second year." Scout points to Emily's plate, "My dad could make all of this but like a million times better. Plus my mom works all the time and my dad runs lots of errands so we can totally have the house to ourselves!" Thinking of how much fun it'd be to be let loose around her neighborhood with her best friend was helping Scout drown out the thoughts of Zyair. "And he's a-" her voice drops to a whisper "dhampir too, so he could totally answer all of your questions way better than I can."

Quickly, she scans the people on the table around them, continuing speaking when she confirms none of them heard her words. "My mom works at the Ministry and knows a lot of people who are half-breeds like werewolves and stuff too, she could definitely pass on your questions!" This line of conversation was a lot nicer than thinking about the Uagadou boy, definitely.

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Interacting with @Colby Vidler | Anichka Volosin @Uri Davies	Date - 15/07/24
WC 335/200	Color Legend - Mylo | Thoughts

Mylo wasn't too offended by the fact that Colby had denied their offer to lend her his jumper, to be honest he wasn't sure if they'd feel comfortable wearing other peoples clothes either, but it was freezing and the girl didn't have anything warm (except the snowman's clothes, but Mylo had the sneaking suspicion that Colby hadn't brought anything warm) so they did wonder how she was planning on staying warm. Her next comment did confuse them though.

"I don't really think there's a thing as too nice, it's better than being mean." He stated, wondering truly if there were people who were mean for the sake of being mean.

The other girl who had come to join them seemed very nervous, so nervous in fact that she started to speak, what Mylo assumed was, about 3 different languages before settling on English. Knowing very well the type of anxiety that the other girl, who had introduced herself as Anichka, was experiencing they put on their most comforting smile and nodded at her.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Mylo." Noticing that Colby hadn't introduced herself but did invite them over to the skating rink he wondered why she did that, but not wanting to introduce Colby for her he stayed silent. Although he did think it was a bit rude. "I've heard Durmstrang is quite good, and that you guys have an amazing Quidditch team. I'm not that into Quidditch, duelling is better in my opinion, but a friend of mine is." A little bit of rambling was okay he though, letting the thoughts spill out hoping to comfort the Anichka.

"And I think skating is a fun idea. I just to do it a bit, but I might not be perfect. Although I do suggest we have something to eat first. It's not good to do sports on an empty stomach." He stated, hoping the others wouldn't want to go over to the skating rink immediately and would sit down and eat first.

The girl who had approached them seemed

OOC- Sorry for the late reply guys!

ABILITIES | STATS
Perfectionist | Wandmaker [Dragonheart, Elm wood]
sta • 8 | eva • 6 | str • 5 | wis • 9 | arc • 6 | acc • 6

Code by Ara Villa

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Color : #031b7c

☆Interacting Reducio @Cass Ito

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☆Date Reducio July 15th

Elena raised an eyebrow as the thief asked for her name. She playfully crossed her arms, raising her chin. "A thief does not deserved a lady's name," she said, a light smile lingering in her voice. "Besides, I do not know yours either, pancake pilferer." Pilferer or thief ? She'd just figure it out. If they were to call her helpless lady, which they seemed pretty determined about, she needed to have a good nickname for them too.

What a strange way to make new acquaintances. She liked it. It changed from everything else she had known. She turned towards them as they asked if she was enjoying camp. She tilted her head, nodding. "It's... new. And huge. And magical. I love it." Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, playing with her glass. "When I'm not getting my favourite meal stolen, of course," she added with a raised eyebrow.

As she got lost in her thoughts, her eyes wandering over the camp, she noticed Cass staring. When she accused them, they accused her back, making her cheek slightly pink. "I wasn't staring !" she defended herself. "I was..." Staring, yeah, okay. They looked at the friendly group, and their face slightly lit up. Elena frowned, wondering if they knew each other. That would be a strange coincidence. But not impossible, they seem pretty social.

Suddenly, Cass turned toward her. "Enough sitting around on your but!" they said "Come on helpless lady, we are going to check out this ice". Before she could protest, she found herself in front of the ice rink. She turned towards Cass, grinning. "Alright, pancake thief," Elena chuckled as she took a pair of ice skates. They were beautiful, all white scattered with little blue snowflakes that sparkled in the light. She missed them, missed the ice, missed the laughter shared with her parents. She however did not missed the bruises, even if they weren't here for long. But the falls are part of the game. They're what makes it funny. She secretly hoped she hadn't forgotten all of her skills as she put on the shoes, turning toward Cass who was sitting on the other side of the bench. "Let's see what you got."