The Summer BBQ Open Closed

Interacting with @Erin Ryan Observing @Arc Perscivious
and @Solomon Lear

Interacting with @Meenauh Silmataurea

@Carson Miller @Dale Kurt

Maggie and Carson walked into the barbecue, too busy in a heated argument about football to stop and talk to any of the faces they recognized. “Carson, I appreciate your loyalty to your country, but Scotland isn’t even— like, the— ugh!” she kept cutting herself off, Carson was shaking his head throughout her whole mini-speech, his brown curls flopping around as he did so. “C’mon, Rapinoe’s projected to be the highest-scoring player in the cup, and Scotland’ll be knocked out by England today, no question!” Maggie seemed to realize that she was being a little loud, and she lowered her voice to a normal tone. “We’ll see though, won’t we?” she said, smirking at him. “Are you willing to make a bet, Miller? ‘Cause I can do that.” she teased, grinning. She looked over, seeing a few familiar faces. One stood out: it was Dale Kurt! “Dale! Hey, what’s up?” she said, waving the boy over. “I have an important question: who do you think will win in the match today: England or Scotland?” okay, maybe she was putting a little too much pressure on the boy, but her and Carson’s argument wasn’t actually serious. “There’s a right answer here, Dale.”

Interacting with @Elena Jones
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At last, a student had approached him. Boniface knew that he wasn't the most inconspicuous person here, seeing that he was a 32 year old, 6'2" 1/2 tall Scottish man wondering about the campgrounds. He certainly wouldn't go unnoticed. Especially not by the prying eyes of curious students, such as the blue-haired lass that had approached him. Boniface smiled, nodding.

"Guilty. Professor MacTavish, at your service. I teach Herbology now." He introduced himself, taking a bow as he did. It was enough to say that Boniface was just a little bit goofy. He was working his way into the environment, adjusting to all that surrounded him. The nerves had died down just a wee bit, enough for him to break out and start going to the adventure. Sometimes, he was untrue to his house.

Smiling at the girl who had approached him, he raised a thin set of brows. "Might I ask who I have the honor to be meeting?" It appeared that he had better get familiar with everyone. That was easier said than done, however. Everyone was just an umbrella term for a whole lot of people. A whole lot of kids, mostly.

The summer air was refreshing. There would be some plants that absolutely loved this season. His favorite thing about the season change was all the life that came with it. He could never help but marvel at what was to offer in terms of plant-life. And it was just as anyone should, for it was so fascinating.

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Oh, the smell of barbecue, nearly overpowering in its sweet and savory aroma. From this close, the smell was so strong that Mac could nearly taste it. Despite not even being hungry a few moments ago, the smell made his stomach turn in the best possible way. He followed his nose over to the cook-out, a grin on his face as he looked around. He wasted no time in grabbing a plate, piling it high with pulled pork and potato chips.

There were a few people he knew here. He spotted Maggie and Carson among the crowd, to name a few. They seemed to be in a heated argument about... football? Yes, football, and they'd just dragged poor Dale into it as well. Not wanting to intrude, he decided to keep to himself as he took a seat at one of the nearby picnic tables.

As he bit into his sandwich, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Cooked to absolute perfection. It reminded him of summers gone by, when his mother would host cook-outs for Mac and his brothers. He almost felt guilty that he wasn't with them this year. With a frown, he took another bite of his sandwich, opting to eat his feelings away instead of thinking too much on his absence.

He hadn't even known about the barbecue until earlier today, and it must have been by some divine intervention that he didn't miss it entirely. Thank goodness for that; the food was divine in and of itself.

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@Maggie Parker @Dale Kurt

Carson laughed with Maggie as they made their way to the barbecue, and, though they were arguing, their banter was nothing but friendly. “Are you willing to make a bet, Miller? ‘Cause I can do that.” she joked, grinning at him. “Don’t want you going broke, Mags.” he boasted, the faint Scottish accent he usually never had coming out in the statement. “Rapinoe’s good though, I’ll give her that— have you seen Labelle’s performance lately though? She’s really coming up out of nowhere, I think she’s actually one of the best players on the team at this point.” he said, unable to resist analyzing the team without giving his honest opinion, despite the fact they weren’t Scotland. As Maggie waved Dale over, Carson noticed another familiar face: Mac Murphy! He’d barely seen the boy around the cabins, but he had shown up to the barbecue. “Hey Mac! What’s up, man? Where’ve you been?” he asked, grinning brightly as he waved Mac over. Almost all of Dragon’s Den was there, the only person they were missing at this point was Oliver Lock. Carson walked over to the food, unable to not notice their headmaster laying on the ground with a painful expression. He noticed a few other students, too, a Ravenclaw by laid in the sun and two girls, one a Gryffindor and the other a Slytherin, talked as the Slytherin hung her knees off a branch of a tree. Carson quickly grabbed enough food for everyone, heading back towards the beach. He stopped in his tracks, however, when an idea popped into his head. “Wait, Mags, why don’t we just have everyone come over here?”

@Carson Miller @Maggie Parker

Dale had been fine from his fall, good thing no one noticed him. It took a few minutes before he could get up and take a walk of shame back to the serving table and grabbed more food. As he walked back to the table, not tripping this time, he sat down and started to eat. The food was delicious, he ate the first burger and started on the second one. That's when he heard familiar voices, Maggie and Carson's voices, as they approached him Maggie asked him about the match today? What? What match he assumed she meant sports, but witch one, well it didn't matter so he decided to go with the place he been to. "Uhh, I'm not sure, England I guess?"

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Interacting with @Boniface Murtagh MacTavish

[font=Book Antiqua]Elena smiled brightly at MacTavish, “I’m Elena Jones, it’s an honour to meet you too. That was a very fancy bow, I like it.”

She nodded approvingly, “New herbology Professor? I like you already, not as terrifying or screechy as the last one. Also you’ve talked to me like another human being, which is a credit to your character. Or whatever idiom I’m meant to use.”

It was true that some of the past professors had a sort of ‘Child is Child, you should treat them exactly as such’ mentality. Elena hoped to god this one wouldn’t be one of the professorial goldfish, who showed up one month and were gone within the year, like the charms Professor, the precious herbology Professor, the potions professor, Professor Risa although she had returned for the position of Defence teacher. Then in addition the ones who were moved to head of house positions. Crazy turnover rate for Hogwarts professors, maybe it was the Scottish weather.

“What brings you out here so early Professor? Summer usually means time to go home and rest before everything blows up, sometimes literally, in the new term.” Elena wasn’t sure if she was joking or not but she had a sparkle in her eye anyway.[/font]