Truth or Dare with purpose PV

Date. 12/9/2025 |Tag. @Sinclair Carver@Victoria Blythe@Aleks Drašković @Caspian Villin@Aiden Sinclair@Nova Astron@Carina Kaede@Nyx Blackheart
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It only took a moment before his words caught up with Aleks. In which time he'd gotten a scrutinizing once-over from Aleks friend with the less messy curls, like he was judging Gabi from his messy bedhead all the way down to his unlaced shoes. Gabi returned with a dry, pointed look—brows furrowed just slightly. Like he was silently asking, "What's your fucking problem?" The boy has said nothing so far, and ultimately Gabi didn't give enough fucks to pick a fight with him. Yet, anyway. There was still plenty of time for that.

Gabi got to watch in real-time as heat crept up Aleks cheeks and he stumbled for words, not realizing that:yep, he knew all about his fall of shame into his lawn. Before he had an opportunity to scramble for a coherent sentence, Gabriele enlightened him, thoroughly amused. "Dude, we literally got cameras all over the place. We-" meaning him, his parents and all of his siblings, "-saw all of it." The italian flashed an impish smirk, dragging his gaze lazily over the Slytherin. "Thanks for the snacks, by the way." Not fucking ranch, for once.

When that embarrassing (but hilarious) story and game mechanics were out of the way, some introductions were made in an overtly polite way. Jesus, he was here to dare people to streak across the school grounds, not because he was dying to make besties. Not that he ever had one of those. Anyway, he didn't bother to introduce himself, neither did he really have to when a few strays joined the group.

One of them he recognized from the Hufflepuff common room and classes. Nova, or something. Then came a Slytherin boy with an attitude shitty enough to rival Gabi’s own, at least in regard to this game. Though he kept his distance—like he still hadn’t decided if the rest of them were worth the association. No surprised there, coming from a Slytherin. Obviously he wasn't a stranger to being a bitch, but when people acted like they were better than everyone else without the credits to back it up, that pissed him off. Some might say the same about Gabriele — that they were two shades of the same asshole — and maybe that’s exactly why it irritated him.

Gabriele rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, go ahead, start us off. You look like you’ve been rehearsing your big moment all day.”

TIME | 4:24 pm
DATE | 12/9/2025
INTERACTING | @Aleks Drašković @Sinclair Carver @Nova Astron @Victoria Blythe @Gabriele Ricci-Armani @Luke Tompsett @Aiden Sinclair

Dialogue/Thoughts
Thoughts - #009e77┃ Speech - #007514

OUTFIT

“I wasn’t planning to,” he said, voice even and tone thoughtful. “I just didn’t want to miss the fun.”

Caspian pushed himself a little closer to the cluster of students. The air out here was different — cooler than the castle corridors. Just sharp enough to wake you up. Just sharp enough to make you feel present.

His gaze swept over the makeshift setup — the crate pressed into service as a table, the snacks nestled around it in surprisingly neat rows, the worn rope coiled with theatrical potential.

“The whole setup’s surprisingly well thought-out,” he remarked, his voice carrying a thread of genuine approval. “More well put together than I thought it would be.”

He let his gaze drift across the group again, brows lifting faintly in quiet surprise. “Honestly... I didn’t think this many people would actually show up.”

His eyes darted subtly to one of the boys standing there, a grin on his face. Presumably the one who organized the game. When Caspian had seen the poster on one of the billboards around Hogwarts, he hadn't thought that he'd actually participate.

But between doing multiple essays and doing a few easy dares, he picked the latter. Obviously.

Word count --> 200 words