Let's watch Dodgeball!! Lions Vs. Eagles

@Charlotte Cadunt, @Dan Palmer, & @Remy Alto & @Santario Martin

“Come on!” Carson whined, pulling Charlotte’s hand and dragging her towards the two teams of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws chucking balls at eachother. Dan and Remy trailed behind them, playing the parts of “loyal friends” pretty well.

“Look, Char! There’s Mags! Oh— there’s Millie, too!” he excitedly grinned, sitting down on the dewy grass once he’d reached the field. He waved over-exaggeratedly towards the two, a wide grin painted onto his features.

“HEY MAGS! HEY MILLIE!” he called, bringing the attention from some of the players on the field over the the four friends, who were now sitting together on the grass.

Noticing a familiar face, Tatiana Crane, who Maggie was really good friends with, he waved to her too, not yelling this time.

“Gryffindor’s gonna win, I’m calling it here.” Carson commented, stretching his legs out and laying his head in Charlotte’s lap. “Dude, like all of their players are Quidditch players.”

He gazed around the field, his eyes narrowing when he noticed a flash of green. Huh. The only Slytherins here were Dan and Remy, or so he’d thought.

“Who’s that snake with the camera?” Carson asked, motioning towards the girl with a vague gesture. He looked to Dan and Remy, wondering if they recognized her from their common room or something.

@Grayson Ackley

A dodgeball game, that was what Brielle had chose to spend freetime watching. It was exciting, actually, seeing the two houses battle it out with balls at the face. Brielle had been by invited a friend, Grayson Ackley, to watch the game with him. She half expected him to blow her off though, because that just seemed like a thing he would do. Though if he did, she knew where he slept.

She noticed a few familiar faces down there, not people she particularly talked to though. She saw Maggie Parker, a girl she spoke to at the movie night party. She actually really liked her, as she was one of the nicest people she's met.

She was startled by a boy yelling for one of the teams. She eavesdropped on what he was saying, as she was close enough to hear him clearly. He seemed to be cheering for Gryffindor, though once she caught a glimpse of him she knew who he was. Carson Miller, a friend of Maggie, another person who had been at the party. Brielle heard him question about a 'snake with a camera.' Santario? She's just taking pictures for the school paper.. Brielle said to herself, though she didn't think about the topic for long, as she was tapped on the shoulder gently.

She whipped around, knowing immediately who it had been.

@Brielle Gray

"Oh she better have showed up.." Grayson mumbled under his breath as he walked by the lake. He was looking for his friend, his best friend for that matter, so he could join her to watch the game.

He spotted her sitting pleasently under a tree, her blonde hair flowing over her little headband that she always wears. He thought it was cute, her just sitting there, looking around curiously at the players in the dodgeball game. Grayson decided to try something, and sneak up to her from behind. Hopefully, his plan would work, and she would at least be startled. Though as soon as he layed a finger on her shoulder, she lashed around quickly and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Well it's no fun when you dont act surprised." He said with a sly smile, sitting down beside her. "Who's winning? I bet you 20 galleons Gryffindor wins this game." Of course he wasn't actually going to bet 20 galleons, but he was sure his house would obtain the victory. He leaned his head on her shoulder and smirked. How is your classes coming along anyway? Have you got good grades?" He begun to sound like a parent, and laughed.

"Sorry if I'm being too nosy."

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Piérre made his way to the Great Lake, kicking at some random pebbles and other large chunks of grass as he went along. He was still dressed in his red outfit from that morning, but he still sported a rather bewildered and slightly anxious look. Even though his spirits had been slightly raised form being inducted into the pranking group that morning, the sinking feeling in his stomach that derived from the sudden departure of Romeo nearly three days prior still pulled at him in all sorts of terrible ways.

The sound of cheering up ahead informed Piérre that he was nearing the accursed Great Lake once again, and the crowds of red and blue only further attested to the fact. It was a Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor dodgeball match. Piérre had wanted to sign up, and he had, but between his troubles in getting fully registered in school and the shock of Romeo’s running away, Piérre had entered a sort of emotional slump, and refused to be social for a few days, resulting in him missing the deadline.

Piérre didn’t care though, there would be other opportunities to enjoy the time out, and in the meantime, maybe he could meet other people.

Climbing the stands, Piérre entered just in time to hear the whistle blow and the two teams come dashing at each other for the balls on the field. Some raised their wands and began to cast Verdemillious at one another, no doubt in hopes that the blindingly bright green sparks would deter the opponent from being able to aim properly.

Piérre sat down on the Gryffindor side, collapsing on the bleachers with a huff and putting his chin in his hands. It was a nice day, no doubt about it, but damn, it was tedious to be here, especially since he wasn't doing anything. Piérre had never been still for seconds at a time, and truth be told, the only reason why he was here was because he knew that his friend Maggie was playing, and that he had to support his house, no matter how badly he wanted to smother himself in his bed.

Angrily staring at the field, Piérre tried to distract himself with remembering certain charms and enchantments. The roar of the crowd began to match his heart, and the gentle rippling of the water matched the electric pulses of his mind’s neurons. It was loud. It was impossibly loud.

’But you like it, don’t you...?’

“Waow!” A loud sound, almost like a cat’s call, came from beside Piérre.

He looked over to his right to find a large, fluffy, and fat, grey cat. Its eyes were disturbingly bright orange, and it seemed to be looking at Piérre very intently.

Piérre’s brow furrowed in confusion. A cat? Whose cat was this?

A tiny collar, nearly lost in the cat’s thick scruff, was able to clear up some confusion: Schrödinger. Piérre smiled at the pun. He knew about the scientist this cat was named after. That was quite clever. Come to think of it, Piérre thought he remembered whose cat this was. It was one of the older Gryffindor girls. She had pale skin and had never spoken to him before, but she looked pretty neat and proper, as if she was always confident of her actions no matter what she did.

Now Schrödinger was squinting up at Piérre, his tail swishing back and forth over his thick haunches. It was like the cat was waiting for something.

Piérre looked at the plump feline and figured out what it wanted. Reaching into a pocket, Piérre pulled out a pice of dried beef jerky. Something he had nabbed from the Great Hall.

”Hi buddy...” Piérre smiled at Schrödinger, pushing the jerky to the cloud grey cat. ”How are you?” His voice was quiet, as if he were speaking to a small animal. He loved animals and wild pets, and whenever he met pets and others who had pets, he always liked to carry on a one way conversation with the animal. It was as if he always had a connection with animals, a little bond that always made them just a little friendlier towards him than with other people. Schrödinger, as it appeared, seemed to be no exception. The cat immediately ate up the jerky, a rusty purr forming in the back of its throat, and it looked at Piérre with its eyes half closed, its tail curling gently around its legs.

Piérre gingerly reached for the cat, gently rubbing behind its ears. Its purr increased in volume and Piérre smiled, scratching below the cat’s chin and encouraging it to draw a little closer.

If this was how the whole dodgeball game was going to be, perhaps Piérre would enjoy it after all.

”Go Griffs!” He shouted, cupping his unoccupied hand to cheer for the red team, which seemed to be focusing on casting bright beams of green light.

@Carson Miller & @Charlotte Cadunt

WC: 213

Interacting w/ @Grayson Ackley & @Piérre Marchonné

Grayson..

She shifted into a pleasant smile upon greeting him, a joyful feeling within her. She noticed that he had attempted to give her a scare, so she sarcastically acted frightened.

"So who's winning?"

The second year asked, leaning his head on her shoulder. Playfully she patted his hair, ruffling it a bit. "Not sure.. I just got here." She had replied, glancing around at the other people in the stands. Brielle was sitting in the Gryffindor section of the bleachers, as that was where Grayson told her to meet. Hopefully no one noticed that the snake was out of place, though if someone did, she wouldn't be ashamed of it.

Brielle squinted at someone on the Gryffindor side as well, they seemed to be petting.. a cat? A grey cat to be exact. She hadn't a clue as to who it belonged to, so she shrugged it off, focusing more on the actual student. He had dark chestnut brown hair, and vibrant emerald green eyes that shown all the way across the stands. Piérre.. She had whispered to herself, shocked to see him here. It wasn't that she thought he didn't go out, she just rarely saw him out of class.

Pondering whether or not she should go and talk to him, she stood up abrubtly and looked back at her Gryffindor buddy.

"Yo, Gray, I'm going to go say hi to that Piérre guy. Wanna come with?"

She asked, hoping he wouldn't refuse her offer to tag along. Not that she was scared of talking to Piérre alone, it was just she thought it would be less awkward with someone with her.

And with that, she strided over to where he had been sitting, hoping she didn't seem too intruding. He seemed to be focused on the game when she approached, so quietly she waited until she had a moment to speak, sitting down on the bleacher beside him.