Two Flags S.W.A.G Club Concluded

Interacting with @Piérre Marchonné | Mentioning @Quinn Healy

Evelynn jerked her foot back the moment she had slipped it into her shoe. Something in the toe had made an unpleasant crinkling noise. With only a little bit of a struggle, she pulled out what appeared to be a wad of parchment, crumpled into a ball. How it had gotten into her shoe, she hadn't the faintest idea. Naturally, however, curiosity won -- as it did every time -- and she unfurled the paper to inspect the contents.

"Oh!" The exclamation came accompanied by a bright smile. "Finally!"

She had been waiting for this, the announcement of the second S.W.A.G. game. The club had caught her interest near the beginning of the year when first it had been formed, but she had been too self-conscious, too worried that her spells -- that she -- would prove insufficient and make a fool out of herself in front of her peers. As a result, she had held back, but always watching at a distance. She had even thought to approach the leader and ask if perhaps they needed a hand with announcements or planning, but the chaos of the Potter trial, potions studying, and training to apply for quidditch positions when they opened had taken the brunt of her attention.

But now…now she could join in on the fun.

A little before six in the evening, Evelynn made her way to the grounds not far from what she recognized as the whomping willow -- she had done a bit of reading after learning about its existence in one of the Headliner articles earlier this school year. She wasn't the only on the grounds this dusk. Far from it. She recognized a few of the faces: Aurelia, Pierre, Rafael, and even Thora, whom she had met recently. The rest were unfamiliar to her for the most part.

"Hey!" She called out in a hushed voice as she came up behind the Ravenclaw clad Pierre. "How do you even get away with wearing this stuff anyway," she laughed, fiddling with the blue and white scarf around his neck for a moment and rolling her eyes at the dedication to his confusing attire. But a moment later, she pulled her hand back and tucked it into the pocket of her robes before proceeding, "So, you're in the club too?"

As she spoke, her eyes darted around the unfamiliar faces, taking stock of them. They came to rest on the largest of the group. Her brows lofted as gray eyes lifted to take a mental measure of his height. She felt the pit of her stomach drop. He couldn't have been less than… less than… She gulped. How even tall was he? Was he a seventh year? He had to be. But…if he was…

Suddenly she wasn't feeling quite so confident about her decision to come and give this a try. Her misinterpretation of his height as a correlation of his year led her thoughts down a path of presumptions. Already, she was picturing the advance magic he had at his disposal compared to the rest of them. Already, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end and a stone of hopeless despair forming itself in her stomach, imagining him as an impenetrable force. It would not have been an incorrect statement for someone to suggest she was apprehensive of him. In fact, she was feeling downright fairly terrified of this giant of a student who dwarfed her by nearly two-fold.

"I uh… So…So this is who we're playing with huh…" Her voice maintained its low tone, intended only for Pierre. She ran a tongue over her suddenly parched lips and tried to gather her wits and focus, realizing that she was quite uncharacteristically unraveling at the sight of the large presence. "I hope I'm on his team..."

Statistics
Stamina 5 ─ Evasion 7 ─ Strength 2 ─ Wisdom 10 ─ Arcane 2 ─ Accuracy 9

Abilities
Keen Eye

| Open to Interaction |

interacts with @Quinn Healy
mentions @Aurelia Notrésvace | @Evelynn Decipio | @Rafael D'Spacito

Alan was kind of excited and curious to say the least. He had seen the flyer pinned in the castle somewhere. Actually he was pretty sure he had seen it in the small hall. Then again he was also convinced he had eaten pancakes for breakfast yesterday until he realized he had the pancakes two days ago and that he just had some orange juice for breakfast the previous day. But his mind was wandering and that was not important, so he took a last look on the note he had found and walked to where they were supposed to meet.

It had been a small while since he applied and finally there was another game planned. He wondered if there would be more people that he knew or whether he would befriend some new people. When he walked towards a gathered group he could see someone he already knew, it was Quinn. He did not meet him all too often yet, except for usually when they met in the corridors or something, but it was nice to see that he was also here. A small smile appeared on Alan's lips as he listened to the explanations of the girl that was explaining the rules for the game. Alan tried to pay attention, so that he would not cost his team any points and looked around. So far he could not see anyone else he was acquainted with, aside from a girl [Evelynn] and a boy [Rafael] who he had briefly met in their common room. At least from those that he could see in the crowd so far.

Alan was not sure what they were supposed to do for now. Whether he was supposed to just stand there, but that felt rather awkward. But what else could he possibly do? Maybe he could go talk to someone? But who would he got to and talk with now? He knew nearly no one of the people around him and it might just make it awkward, especially since he did not even knew which team he would be on... Maybe he should just go and chat with a friend, which seemed like the safest options out of all the things he could think of. so after giving it a bit of thought he shook his head and walked over to the tall kid he had met on the train ride to Hogwarts in summer.

"H-hey Quinn, do you think there will be even more people joining the game today?", the smaller boy wondered as he looked around the Grounds, only to notice that there were already a bunch of other kids here. The club must have caught the eye of many students, which was no surprise to the Gryffindor since the games and idea of this club sounded like it would be a lot of fun!

Stats:
Stamina: 9
Evasion: 7
Strength: 7
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 3
Accuracy: 3

Race:
Dhampir

Abilities:
Keen Eye

Jorah's eyes opened up to an empty common room awash with sunlight filtering through the glass window panes. I must have over slept, he thought to himself. A long yawn was released into the quiet room as he extended his arms up and out in a stretch. Jorah threw off his covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The soles of his feet made contact with the cold floor prompting him to scuttle over to rug. Jorah opened his foot locker and exchanged his pajamas for a gray sweater and a pair jeans. He went over to his shoes and noticed something peculiar, a letter.

Jorah tore open the letter. It was an invitation to the SWAG club's second game. Jorah recalled the events of the first game, how he surprising eliminated a girl with the levitation charm and survived Neculai's attack by the dumb luck of his spell backfiring. Jorah never actually saw the end of the game, it was over from him when he deliberately flew into another player while invoking the spirit of Leeroy Jenkins. This new game was a team game. He wondered whose team he would be on. He hoped no one had any hard feelings for what happened during the last game. Jorah shoved the letter into his pocket and made his way to the Great Hall for a hearty breakfast. When it was time, he would meet up the SWAG club for the game.

Reducio

Race
Human

Stats
Stamina: 10 || Evasion: 5 || Strength: 9 || Wisdom: 1 || Arcane Power: 1 || Accuracy: 10
[1 point stat gain from Quidditch win]

Abilities
Broken Broomshaft

Team RED @Erik Tharaldson, @Neculai Lazar, @Thora Larkston@Quinn Healy , @Piérre Marchonné , @Evelynn Decipio , @Ruthie Greer

Team BLUE @Jorah Moussa , @Katrina Walker, @Alan Vanes, @ Astrea Soleil Neptune, @ Rafael D’Spacito, @ River Dewlight, @Bridget Collins

In many ways, it felt like being on a school yard. And that felt like so long ago, before her parents had taken her out of muggle school in favor of homeschooling until her Hogwarts letter arrived. But the addition of magic made every SWAG club game even more fun. Ruthie was pretty good at casting so this would be good fun and she hoped to be able to play to her strengths.

Seeing Thora here was always a good start, and soon Jorah showed up as well. He looked a bit tired. Hopefully that wouldn't affect his play. His competitive spirit matched Ruthie's and it would be a very different game without that dynamic. Hopefully, they'd both end up on her team. Then they could be like the three musketeers.

But as Aurelia's house elf went about picking out individuals, it seemed that was not to be the case. At least she had Thora onside. The Slytherin, in addition to being a good friend, was an exceptional spellcaster. The way she'd cast Ferula, a third year spell, was so masterful back at the ball. Ruthie reached up to give the girl a high five as they walked over towards the Red Team border. Once there, Ru looked back at their flag and then across to see where they opponents flag was, hiding behind their players. Jorah for one was on the other team. Bad luck. There'd be no saving him today. The Red team, at least, looked strong. They had the giant, Quinn, onside who came in second in Shuntbumps, as well as Neculai, seeker and Co-Captain for the Ravenclaw team. She wasn't acquainted with the others, but from the moment Aurelia would shoot sparks into the air, they were a team. And as a team, Ruthie was sure they'd work to win.

Action: Doing as strategized

@Aurelia Notrésvace, @Evelynn Decipio, @Rafael D'Spacito, & @Katrina Walker

Piérre was tearing at a singular blade of grass, humming to himself, when he saw the first person walk up other than Aurelia. It was none other than Katrina Walker, the girl that Piérre seemed to find a close connection with. She was pushing a bit of teal hair behind an ear, and Piérre looked at it with his head coked like a curious puppy. Dying his hair had never been first or foremost in his mind, but now that he saw how amazing it could look, he felt a small pang of jealousy as he observed how well the ginger and the blue complimented each other. Now that he thought about it, he always wondered how he would look with a hint of green or perhaps red or black on the tips of his hair, but marveling would have to wait.

He would offer a nice smile and wave to the girl, chirping a quiet 'hello' through his scarf as he kept an eye on the horizon of the hill, awaiting any new faces.

And new faces sure did show up, three girls, two Slytherins and a Ravenclaw. Two of them greeted each other, but all three of them seemed to know one another, but Piérre was distracted from the details as another boy showed up, a boy in a Gryffindor outfit. Pierre's eyes lit as he recognized Rafael, one of the boys who had been helping in the Gryffindor Liberation project and was also a fellow Gryffindor Quidditch player. It was exciting to Piérre to know that he wasn't the only guy Gryffindor in this club, and as if to further his excitement, Rafael drew close and introduced himself, apologizing for the withdrawn nature he claimed to possess.

"Hey Rafael! Nice to meet you! I'm Piérre, but you probably know that!" The Britalian responded, raising a hand to him to shake. "I'm super excited to be here. Seems like we're focusing on spells in this game, so I dunno how well I'll do, but I wish you luck whatever team you're on! Maybe we'll be on the same team!" Now he couldn't keep talking. Typical Piérre, but a good sign that he was in a good mood and unlikely going to either have a panic attack or fall into a downer attitude.

No sooner than he started talking than Piérre felt a distinctive chill run through him, turning his heart to ice in his chest. It felt like the Dhampires' auras he had received the full brunt of at the Masquerade ball, and reeked of terrors beyond the human mind. There was something about it that Piérre despised, although the source of it he was unlikely to hate. There was usually a story behind every despair, and he was attempting to shrug it aside as he focused on the present. A tall student also walked up @Quinn Healy, and Piérre couldn't help but smile and wave at him. Unlike many reactions that happened around him, most of them being of general surprise or slight discomfort, Piérre was impressed with the freckled, redhead boy's lofty stature. Piérre himself had always wanted to be tall, and this was practically his greatest desire, encapsulated in reality. It would be cool to get to know him.

Not long after, Evelynn Decipio showed up as well! The girl that Piérre always seemed to run into without meaning to and always found a little happiness in running into, even in the case of accidents. She made a small remark, referencing his outrageous outfit and how he could get away with disregarding the dress code of Hogwarts, and Piérre couldn't help but smile a little more, pulling down his scarf.

"I dunno. I just kind of do it and nobody seems to mind!" It wasn't entirely a lie, but there was certainly a little bit more to it than just feeling an urge to do it. "It just... feels natural to me? I feel like I can bond with the rest of the houses better like this, make friends from all over instead of being judged at face value because I'm a lion. Besides, its fun to dress up in different outfits instead of having to feel trapped in a single dress code, right?" Piérre shrugged, looking at Evelynn as if to ask her opinion on his feelings about the dress code. "Yeah, I heard about the signups after the end of the first game that happened, and it sounded really fun, so here I am! Ta-da!" He flared his arms out like the performer he was.

Hearing Evelynn's concern about the tall person caused Piérre to laugh a little. "Yeah, but I'm pretty sure we won't have to physically attack one another or have to hurt each other. Besides, we're supposed to destroy the flags, not each other, right? He seems kind of cool..." Piérre trailed off, noticing more people showing up.

Finally, Aurelia called the group together, and gave an instruction to a house elf that was evidently named Eaux. It was a curious name to Piérre, but he was sure that it made sense to the one who was named and who named him. Eaux started picking out people, choosing a pale Ravenclaw boy, the Slytherin and Ravenclaw girls hanging out together, and even the tall boy that had been the object of interest for most of the people nearby.

When the house elf came to Piérre and his small group, the masquerading Gryffindor waved at Eaux and gave a small and proper hello. After a few seconds of outward debate, Eaux mentioned that Rafael attacked Aurelia. Piérre got a funny look on his face, but shrugged it aside. From what he knew about this school, both through personal experience and through rumors he had heard throughout school, lots of attacks happened on a daily basis, the breaking of school rules happing more often than not.

Oddity aside, Piérre and Evelynn were chosen for the same team. Piérre smiled at Rafael and Katrina, who had been left behind and selected for the other team, "Good luck out there! Have fun!"

Getting to his feet, Piérre trotted over to his team and jumped a little bit in excitement, causing his scarf to flutter around him as he clapped his hands. "Hi guys! I'm glad to be on your team! Let's do this!"

A shower of green, cast from Verdemillious alerted Piérre that Aurelia had set off the pistol to begin the game. Eyes brightening with excitement, attempting to drown the fear which rose in his chest from the girl who exuded the terrible aura, Piérre spotted the blue flag on the other side of the field. He tried to force himself to tap into the pool of magic that was held inside his rather small form in preparation for the chaos that was bound to take place. It was unpredictable and awe-inspiring, and Piérre couldn't wait to see his hard work amount to something in the end. With a huge, delighted smile that caused his emerald eyes to sparkle merrily, Piérre committed to his first action of the game.

Doing as Strategized

Interactions: @Ruthie Greer | @Evelynn Decipio
Open to other interactions!

Thora brightened considerably as her ears caught a familiar whisper. Other than brief moments in class that day, Ruthie was the first one to acknowledge her. She didn't blame the other couple of people she knew who had shown up for the game as well for not speaking to her, though, because it was busy. Aurelia was explaining the rules, and it wasn't hard to admit that that was not a good time. Still, the swift hug was a sweet gesture and while her anxious expression might not have fully shown it, the girl really did appreciate the Ravenclaw's friendship.

"Hi, Ruthie," Thora whispered as she threw her arms around her younger friend. "Hope we're on the same team," she added quickly as color rose to her pale cheeks. It was okay to hope, wasn't it? As she released Ruthie, the Slytherin turned in nervous anticipation towards Aurelia, who was still explaining the rules. While the game was, admittedly, quite foreign to the Muggleborn, she found a little excitement blossoming. Maybe this wouldn't be too terrible.

So when a gangly creature finally came forth and began choosing people, Thora found herself shifting on her feet and holding her breath. There were simply too many people for her to have the ideal team, but hopefully she could be with someone, anyone that she knew.

A painstaking minute later, it was all over. Thora was on the Red Team. It was a pity she was opposing Bridget, her first friend at Hogwarts, but at least some people she knew--including Ruthie--were on her team. As Thora set off at a run towards her team's border with the rest of her team, she return Ruthie's high-five and fought her wild hair into a ponytail. While it was nice to feel it flying in the wind, duelling and spell-casting in general was just easier without hair getting in the way.

"Hey Evelynn!" the girl called as she noticed the small Gryffindor heading the same way. They hadn't exactly hit it off the best way, her having ruined the first year's potion. She still felt bad about it, but it didn't exactly seem like the time to apologize for the millionth time. One of the boys on her team, she recognized immediately. While Thora didn't know his name, he was on the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team--perhaps a captain--and had been at the games last time. She still found herself distancing herself from her teammate, though, because his mouth was practically dripping blood, while he was licking up the remains of it.

"So, have we got a plan?" Thora asked the fellow teammates with a grin while sending furtive glances towards the blood boy. She supposed everyone should just use their own tactics, but it was just safer to ask. The Slytherin twirled her legs around in her fingers in quiet anticipation. This was going to be quite a night.

Action | Getting into position; Doing as strategized