Closed Liber-Tea Time

Cyrus tapped his wand against his leg while he listened to the others talk. Occasionally, he swayed from side to side as if some inaudible song were playing just for him. Be it the Star-Spangled Banner or The Duck Song, he was... happy.

He raised his eyebrows slightly when Slava noted that he had been to Hogwarts over more years than Alyssea, which... made sense? Unless he was talking about total time accumulated, which Cyrus wasn't quite sure would amount to a year. 'Well, you have probably visited Hogwarts more times than I have.' He wasn't sure if Durmstrang had done visits in the year before he'd been at Ilvermorny – which would have been Slava's first year! Cyrus chuckled to himself at the revelation.

It was nice to reaffirm that Hogwarts years were the same as Ilvermorny's, at least. That part was not confusing.

Cyrus frowned slightly when Slava asked if the term 'No-Maj' was American. He hesitated before nodding slowly, the rapid tapping of his wand against his trousers having paused as he thought. 'Um... I think so. It's what everyone at school says, but my aunt says Muggle.' It would not occur to him that his aunt might say Muggle because she was born in Ireland.

His wand resumed its tapping against his leg, and he watched, intrigued, as Slava began to back away from the group. Slava's Cracker Jinx was impressive – it had all of the exploding that Cyrus expected it to have, but it was also flamboyant and colourful, which made sense, but was not something Cyrus would have immediately associated with a boy from Durmstrang. It seemed that Slava was not quite the same as his peers, something Cyrus could empathise with. His eyes crinkled at the edges, and his lips formed a vibrant grin that mirrored Slava's enthusiasm.

'It's certainly a really fun spell. I like it more than the other explodey spells. But it doesn't beat Avis.' A lighthearted, almost-flippant tone accompanied Cyrus's words to make it clear that he only spoke in jest for the later part of his statement.

When Slava said he needed to leave, a small crease formed between Cyrus's brows, but the blond American quickly recovered from his momentary sadness. 'That's okay, Slava. It was really nice seeing you, too! On that note, I should probably clean up. I had meant to use a face mask tonight, and I'd like to have time to not fall asleep with it on!'

He turned to Alyssea. 'It was really nice getting to meet you! I hope we can meet again and that you grow to love magic schooling as much as I have over the years.'

With that, he surveyed his surroundings. He had asked house elves to help him set up, but he could clean by himself. Waving his wand at the decorations and furniture, he said, 'Reducio,' and watched, satisfied, as everything shrank down to a size he could carry. He organised everything as deftly and efficiently as he could, and then, casting a final glance at the evening sky above him, he waved his wand again. 'Violaceous.'

Purple fireworks erupted from his wand: a final tribute to the birthday of America. A final tribute to his newfound friends.

With a content smile on his lips, he began to leave the clearing.





Setting: 4 July 2023, Campgrounds
Interactions: @Alyssea Brown & @Vyacheslav Aleksandrovich Preobrazhensky @Ruby Cazares