Simple Provocation [PV | Banya] - Koldovstoretz

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Harlan Montgomery

Fifth year, Quidditch player, Gryffindor

338 25

6 Mar 2026, 08:17

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i'm through, this that hot girl bummer anthem turn it up and throw a tantrum,

summary, this thread is happening on FEBUARY 18TH, 2026, in the MORNING with @CAMILLE DE VARENNE & @ROMÉLIE DE BRISSAC. / wc: 565.

With the current circumstances, Harlan wasn't entirely thrilled to share one of these relaxing banya's with the incomparably persistent Camille De Varenne, especially when he had asked Romé if she wanted to spend some time with him that day since there was down time between the festivities. There had been a lot to consider, especially with the owls being flown back and forth between Beaubaxtons and Hogwarts for Harlan and Romé to check in with one another after a certain Mr. Montgomery had his sister's owl reach out to the witch to see if she was still alive after the shit show that was Tenūsa. It couldn't be helped, magic was a fickle thing but Harlan was tired of always of being collateral damage from the magical mishaps.

But Koldovstroetz had been calm enough, Harlan was excited to have heard that Aodhan had a good showing in Hockey and he had paired with Romé? What an interesting little friend group Aodhan seemed to settle in with. The same could be said for Harlan as he had been with Marshal, a random Beaubaxtons man, and a Castleobruxo witch. Considering he had been with all of the upperclassmen, Harlan was pretty proud of his performance on the ice. Meiyu and Ula had won the Figure Skating (what a fucking shocker), and Camille had placed second. Harlan knew that Camille was ready to brag, that little shit would give him his flowers but with a sharp exhale, the fourth year genuinely was proud of his family friend/actual friend? for keeping up against third years too. It made sense that dance would translate pretty nicely into figure skating.

Sharing with each one of them separately that Harlan had planned to enjoy the Banya furthest to the left after dinner yesterday and that he had planned to go in the morning would have to be enough to let them decide if they were joining or not. Last time he had shared a bunk with Harvey, this time he opted for his own room by simply being quiet when others sought out someone to bunk with.

With a sleepy morning in Russia, Harlan dressed warmly with a large sweatshirt and sweatpants while slogging through the snowy field to the Banya slightly unsure of what exactly to expect. The one he had chosen was fairly small, probably fit at its max five people or so, but the inside was quaint enough for relaxation. A very deliberate peeling off of his warm clothes and placing it somewhere safe, Harlan made sure his bathing suit was appropriate as it fell right above the knee and then the water began to sizzle and the steam filled the Banya in a matter of seconds as the first image to appear in the fog was a Quaffle. With a smug look, Harlan reached out in attempt to grab it for the smoke to dissipate in his hands. " Typical. " A small chuckle at the thought of how their Quidditch Team had been in a rebuilding year.

Finding a spot that was in clear view of the door, Harlan splayed out and closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the relaxation before he would have to watch two incredibly proud people join him. Harlan could only hope that they would hit it off, but he wasn't so sure and braced himself for the worst of possibilities.

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Last edited by Harlan Montgomery on 26 Mar 2026, 18:14, edited 1 time in total.

LACHLAN C. | HARLAN M.

Romélie de Brissac

Fourth year, Quidditch Player, Beauxbâtons

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25 Mar 2026, 21:03

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—date. [ 02/18/25 ]——————word count. [ 482 ]——————@Camille De Varenne @Harlan Montgomery
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In her own delusional little mind, Romélie was certain Harlan was obsessed with her. The whole thing started back in January, at the Tenusa event. It was brief—but oh so sweet. Rome had stolen a galleon out of his pocket for her own amusements. And based on their flirty interaction that followed, she assumed she must've made quite a first impression on him. Her suspicions were confirmed once she received the first owl—mentioning how he had a close call of some sort right after the Tenusa Open Day and thought to write to her, asking how she was. Romélie, of course, remembered it as something far more desperate—something about how he almost died and couldn't bear the thought of never speaking to a divine creature like her again. Rome did not mind the kind of attention on her one bit. Especially if it came from him. After all, she knew he was rich and that meant she got herself a shiny boy toy with even shinier possessions after her.

With what Rome thought to be his ever-growing feelings, it came as no surprise when he approached her after dinner yesterday, inviting her to the banya. A date, no less, she thought to herself. Now, Rome wasn't exactly an expert in the dating scene, but she was pretty sure that inviting someone somewhere where they had to shed a few layers wasn't the most appropriate idea. Unless, of course, Harlan intended to send a very particular message. She, however, doubted that. Perhaps he had heard of Rome's yesterday's hockey win—pff, how could he not have—and decided the two winners needed a treat? Sounded like a reasonable enough date idea to her! He seemed like the type who knew how to enjoy the finer things in life anyway.

And so, here she was, far too early in the morning (at least for her), strolling through snowy Koldovstoretz on her way to meet up with the curly blonde. He should be truly thankful that she was showing up at all, for she was losing hours of her very precious beauty sleep. Rome was…hesitant, though. She had never been in a sauna, much less a banya—which was apparently a Russian variant of one—and she had quite a strong hunch she wasn't going to be a big fan. Last time she checked, she and hot places didn't mix all that well. What was it about Harlan and meeting him in heated, humid environments anyway?

Once reaching the rendezvous spot, she shed the layers of clothing that the Russian winter demanded of her and made her way into the banya in a red one-piece swimsuit. There he was—Harlan Montgomery in the flesh, looking content and at ease. Well, Romélie fully intended to change that.

"Morning, England. Couldn't wait to see me, could you?" she said teasingly, cocking her head to the side and flashing him a mischievous grin.

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Camille De Varenne

Second year, Quidditch player, Ravenclaw

489 1 191

29 Mar 2026, 18:46

LOCATION: Koldovstoretz
TAG: @Romélie de Brissac
@Harlan Montgomery

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DATE: 18/2/2026
WORDS: 766

Once again, Camille had proven that anything others could do, he could do better. He and his partner might not have won gold, but with most contestants being second years and above, the odds had never been in their favor, given his limited training. However, the universe had a strange way of working in his favor, somehow proving again and again that he was meant for greatness. Against all odds, he’d swiped the ice with everyone except two Gryffindor girls, and one might argue that their win stemmed from being awarded best costume coordination. Xiang and her partner had looked beautiful in their contrasting white and black swan costumes, no doubt, though Camille had given the judges a questioning side-eye. Cecilia and he should have earned that title, too. Most shocking of all was that Elena and Giovanni had tied first place for costume, even if the latter had completely failed to execute any of his moves in the first part of their choreography. Granted, he was just bitter. Elena, his dear childhood sweetheart, deserved the credibility she could get, though it was not enough to get them on the podium nevertheless.

With all good things came misfortune. Being a winner was not enough to forgive his perceived betrayal, competing with Esme’s enemy. With his only friend in his lodging giving him her ire, there was no reason for Camille to spend time in his yurt unless he was sound asleep. There was Elena, of course, but with her appendage (boyfriend) trailing around her every move, he was not keen on spending time with her. The sentiment was mutual. He might not be welcome at all, given the ample amounts of shade Camille had thrown at her figure skating partner when he and Cecilia had scored silver medals. Alas, with Esme giving him the cold shoulder and ice-cold glares after the figure skating, Camille seized the opportunity when Harlan reluctantly invited him to share a Banya at the end of the week.

The purpose of sitting half-dressed in a steaming room with another boy was a questionable concept. If his father had known, he was certain Alain would have lost his mind. Yet, he decided to be open-minded. A moment of relaxation was precisely what he needed, knowing what awkward journey awaited him back to England. However, the Gryffindors' attitude was beneath all criticism. It had been his decision to invite Camille, so why the inconvenienced expression when he’d accepted? You’d almost believe he was forced to invite him at wandpoint, and if there was one thing his fabulous presence was not, it was unwanted. What made him think Camille even wished to join him… alone? With such an attitude, Harlan didn’t deserve to share a room with him, even less a Banya.

Against his better judgment, he ventured out of the Yurt that morning, clad only in swim trunks and a fluffy bathrobe to stave off freezing. Luckily, the walk through the snow was mercifully short. The snow never ceased to fall from the sky, but after a week of various activities, the path had been worn-in and paved for him. Following the path to the designated Russian sauna, there were several footsteps that had walked the same way. They looked suspiciously fresh. Harlan, he assumed, shrugging it off before he could question the company further. Upon entering the little hut, Camille could comfortably shed his layer, thinking nothing of the third robe hanging on the wall, too preoccupied by second-guessing the meeting. Camille had never felt insecure or uncomfortable in his own skin, yet he felt… skittish, wondering how his first sauna visit would go—alone with Harlan—as he strolled inside the steam room.

The boy stopped in his tracks as the door closed behind him, dumbfounded by the discovery. He stared between Harlan and the other invitée, mouth parted in confusion. When he’d been invited, he had expected it to be a private affair; therefore, he wasn’t sure what surprised him more: the presence of another person on the wooden seats beside Harlan, or the fact that the third was their Swiss bankers’ daughter. He knew she was here, of course, having seen her participate in Hockey just the other day. How on earth did they know each other, he wondered, unless the brutal sport had brought them together.

“Romélie? Qu'est-ce que tu fais ici?”¹

On second thought, Camille felt relieved. If his father found out about this rendez-vous now, he could justify it without earning himself a berating. Adding a third person of appropriate gender made the ordeal far less suspicious.

ACTIONS: Banya!
NOTE: 1. What are you doing here? Trunks

STATS: STA 5 | EVA 6 | STR 4 | WIS 8 | ARC 7 | ACC 5
ABILITIES: LOVELY CREATURE

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