Out Of Range S.W.A.G Closed

@Xailah Alptraum and @Aurelia Notrésvace

Fortuitously, Pericles did not perceive himself as being left behind. The metamorph was on a mission and so was he. He followed her lead, keeping pace, heeding her instruction. But it wasn't Xailah's job to hold his hand or carry his weight tonight. Hearing her offer a chance to slip away made him grin, though the nature of that expression was a task to try and read, given one could not see the sincerity in his eyes. "I'll try to compensate with spells in exchange for your strategy. If you'll have me along?" Spacing out was advantageous. Veiled by expressionless lenses, his stare slid over the participants for a final round of sizing up opponents, ear fixed on the Gryffindor girl's guidance.

Isaac Dralt had shared many a story with his son. In an auror's detached way, he had described in detail the sensations of spells at bedtime, childhood stories laced with real-world perils to provide real-world preparation. Among his son's favorites was that of a golden-haired agent gathering intelligence on a family of werewolves- three, to be exact- when they returned home in the midst of her prying. It was a riveting story about the importance of evasion, the necessity of tactic, and overcoming impossible odds. It certainly wasn't a wizard's bootleg retelling of a common muggle story. Old tales such as these, coupled with recounts from the auror's actual exploits, had inspired the boy for years. But nothing could fully prepare him for his first "battle". Stories and studying didn't stop his heart from pounding in his ears, nor did it prevent a haze of nervous static from clouding his thoughts. Xailah's instructions were a lifeline in this sea of uncertainty and excessive excitement.

They were in the first ball's range, but whoever obtained it now would become the target of everyone else. She was right: it was best to trim their potential opponents. When the girl picked her own and flung her Flipendo however, he could not help noticing the tinge of contrition to her tone. It was only a game, right? Those he targeted wouldn't possibly take an attack personally... would they? Struggling to press the nerves from his mind, Pericles scanned for a soloist as the metamorph advised. For now, he would avoid targeting Rafael, Anastasia, Astrea, or Aurelia....

Aurelia, who was hurling a Knockback Jinx his way.

Abandoning the unfortunate target whom he had singled out, the boy blurted a hasty "Lookout!" before trying to toss himself out of the spell's trajectory.

Action: Dodge, adding 6 to Evasion of 5

Inner screaming was something that Piérre was quite good at. Panic had set in a long time ago, indeed, when he was hardly 6 years old, and it had never quite fully left him. Perhaps he should have been placed on medication for anxiety a long time ago, but evidently between a brilliant façade of seeming able-mindedness and Piérre's naturally happy-go-lucky traits, it had never properly been noted or diagnosed. Perhaps for the better, perhaps for the worse, but either way for the sheer (pointlessness?) of the game.

The little boy was beginning to understand a little better what the game was about, though he didn't quite understand why there were three rings and two balls. Certainly, the rugby ball and the Quaffle could be something worth snagging for the sake of snagging, but as of now, and with the amount of people who were thundering for the prizes in the second and third rings, the Britalian was able to refrain from charging into the fray after them.

No, with all the spells thrown about, it would be better to remain in the center of the playing field, especially if the rings were connected with the range set up for disqualification. If the young boy could manage not to get thrown out or knocked out for long enough, he was sure that perhaps he could have a sporting chance at winning the game yet. Perhaps he wouldn't have to worry about violently fighting over a leather ball at all! Hahahahaha…

Piérre will Dodge
+6 Evasion

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mentions @Aurelia Notrésvace, @Ruthie Greer,
@Anastasia Beckett, @Rafael D'Spacito, all, spectators
word count 405 | text colour #274E13
abilities terrible presence
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Astrea's wand buzzed with compressed energy as she wielded it, a sense of power that rushed through the Slytherin's entire body and connected with a jet of green that burst from the tip toward her target. It was exhilarating- something that it only seemed to be in SWAG games, a feeling of rushing blood and such deep satisfaction at a perfect cast in the face of real, gritty duel practice that never truly hit her near anywhere else in Hogwarts.

A surge of deep satisfaction hit her as Ruthie started a fit of sneezing, the flawless knockback jinx the blonde cast swinging far out toward the patch of green grass that Astrea knew spectators sat, so close to the play area that collateral damage was only expected. Yet her attention was quickly caught by a laugh, genuine and undoubtedly right next to her- the Slytherin glanced over briefly towards Aurelia with a bright look of feral delight, an almost ominously giddy feeling of fulfilment pulling her face into a smirk at the other aristocrat's approving smile. It seemed as if the rounds brought out something near animalistic in her, ripping past a part of her that she kept tucked under silken wraps and decorated with a pretty bow of careful impassiveness.

In the last game, she had most likely made an enemy of Erik Tharaldson- this game would most likely prove no different. Stormy eyes lightened near silver as they caught the light, tracking the bitter form of the girl Aurelia had targeted with vivid entertainment- the death glares, the foul actions, the salty disposition. It was all too childish, all too expressive and so different from the prim and proper life Astrea lived in. And that made the other a perfect little target. "Flipendo."

From next to her, Aurelia informed poor Rafael- poor only in situation, blindfolded and attacked from near all sides, Rafael was broadly strong yet not apparently not as gifted in magical ability-, and Astrea caught the silent smirking wink like a shooting star. One eyebrow quirked in amusement, sharing silently in a second of mirth that could only be identified if specifically observing her microexpressions. She had no ill will for the boy, he had practically saved her from getting a fist to the face during Two Flags, but having a little fun never hurt anyone. And if it did- well, this was something they all signed up for.

Action: Casting Flipendo at Anastasia Beckett

Her eyes widening in shock as she watched multiple spells fly in Raf's direction. She wasn't anyone's knight in shining armor, but at least her spell didn't cause any physical harm. Watching the first one dart in his direction, the second hit, and the third miss, she couldn't help but grin slightly. Although her spell partially hit him, Emma found a little bit of joy in spellcasting. She didn't do it often for obvious reasons, but the small amounts of glee were taking her back to dueling with Meenauh and even then she had an amazing time.

There was truly no point in going after him again. The blindfold wasn't on tight, to say the least, but she was confident in her abilities, and she had more important matters to handle, but punching Aurelia would be an obvious foul; that was a definite no. There was also the witch that targeted Ruthie, however. She couldn't stand germs. The Ravenclaw could have easily cast a spell on Ruthie to get rid of the effects, and possibly even save her the chance of becoming ill... if that's how it worked. But once again, she was overthinking and couldn't come up with a clear decision.

And you- are- it! Playing a rapid childhood game, the brunette raised the aspen wood and pointed it at the Slytherin girl. "Rictusempra!" She called out. Admittedly, it did feel strange to be using the spell against anyone but her rival.

Action » Cast Rictusempra at Astrea

–Action–
Defender @ Anastasia

Interacting with @Jorah Moussa and @Alan Vanes
Mentions @Rafael D'Spacito, @Anastasia Beckett, @Aurelia Notrésvace, @Astrea Soleil Neptune, @Xailah Alptraum and @Pericles Dralt

As the game kicked off, Evelynn was immediately pleased with herself for having made the decision to observe instead of participate. There were many things that simply could not be noted when in the midst of it all. Subtle nuances in the ways in which others interacted could easily be missed. Which was unfortunate, really. Whether non-magical or wizarding, Evelynn was quickly coming to realize that the world revolved heavily around social influence. Status and perception played heavily into the way others saw an individual, the way they interacted with them. And as she was coming to accept, her mother had been right all along. Opportunities were driven only to a small degree by one's determination, but to a greater by social standing and connection.

So what had she already caught in her little web of notes? Well, for one, D'Spacito seemed to really be hitting it off with…whoever that was. Gryffindor, Evelynn knew, having seen her around the common room and at the Gryffindor table now and again. But she wasn't in her dorm, thus not a first year. It irked her, seeing him flash his smile, running fingers through his hair as though trying to be all smooth. He was a picture perfect image of a highschool jock. The fact that the girl seemed to be fawning over him as well only made it worse. He didn't deserve that sort of attention, didn't she know that? The red head simmered silently from the side-lines, watching their little interaction long enough to make a note of her annoyingly perfect appearance. Perhaps there would come a time where it would be prudent to be aware of their evident chemistry. Silver linings, Evelynn, she reminded herself.

There's wasn't the only connection the keen-eyed lioness had witnessed, however. Dralt and Alptraum seemed to be getting on well, the two pairing up together to head out from the center, the latter taking lead while the former watched her back. Curiously, they, too, seemed to have an easy chemistry. She'd never seen the two interact like that before, really. Not that Evelynn had really started paying such close attention to the interactions of others until recently. She'd been meaning to talk to the Ravenclaw about certain happenings around the school. If the ease with which they spoke was any indication, maybe that meant that the Gryffindor prefect was someone Evelynn should also be speaking with about it all…. Something to consider, perhaps?

Evelynn was just taking note of the way that Notrésvace and the oriental girl — whose name escaped her, but whose presence she could clearly recall at the Valentine's Tea Party — seemed to work in tandum, each spinning away from the other to target separate individuals as though in sync, when a voice sounded beside her.

"Oh, hello, Moussa," Evelynn replied, her tone somewhat surprised.

Perhaps more than a little surprised. For one, she hadn't been expecting anyone else to come to observe what would no doubt be a massacre by the game's end. Though, as she thought on it, perhaps she ought to have been more surprised that there weren't more students here observing. Given the level of recklessness and tendencies for violence she had seen displayed at this school, this — which could easily be depicted as a gladitorial ring — should have drawn a fair share of attention. Second, however, he had called her 'Ev'. Not Decipio (though really, hardly anyone seemed to make use of respectable forms of address at this school), nor even Evelynn. But 'Ev'. And finally…he carried with him a bucket of chicken wings.

"Did you really—" she was about to finish that question with a feel the need to bring that all the way here from the Great Hall…? but thought better of it. Instead, with a loft of a brow and subtle shake of her head, the corner of her mouth pulling into an amused smirk, she panned her gaze back to the game. "Not much, really. The game's just star—"

A flash of blue caught her attention.

The Gryffindor craned her neck around just in time to see a spell heading straight towards her, one that had clearly been cast wide of its mark. Without so much as a second thought, Evelynn moved, crossed legs pushing smoothly against the firm ground where she had been seated to spring her safely to the side as the spell sailed harmlessly past. Close call. Peeling her gaze from the spot where the spell had made impact with the ground, she searched for the source of the ill-aimed projectile. Tracing back the projectile, she spotted Vanes in what looked like the start of an isolated duel with Collins.

"Whotchit!" Evelynn called out, lips pursing with a touch of hesitation flecking her countenance as she reconsidered her desire to watch.

Given the fact that they were all still novices in their spellcraft, and clearly not all of them had aim enough to hit their targets, watching from the sidelines could prove just as dangerous as playing in their midst. This notion was only further supported when a second jet of blue came streaking towards her. On guard this time, Evelynn stepped back easily, the stream of light flitting harmlessly past.

"Maybe we should retreat a bit and find somewhere safer…" Evelynn suggested, dipping to retrieve her bag from the earthy floor.

Location: Range 1
Interactions: @Rafael D'Spacito

This needed to work. For Thora, this wasn't just about winning the game. A rewarding jet of light shooting out of her wand wasn't just something that would help take others out while she hopefully survived. It was redemption. So, it was to her utter dismay that there was no flash, no satisfaction, no success. The aspen wand clutched in her hand, moved ever so carefully in hopes of eliminating a player, barely warmed.

Crestfallen, she glanced around at other people's attempts, face reddening as blindfolds were summoned and players fell all around her. She was surprised, though, as a cloth wrapped itself around her target's head. Hadn't she failed to even cast the spell? Upon following the spell to its source and realizing that it was none other than Emma, Thora shot the older girl a quick smile. Maybe she hadn't succeeded, but at least someone had.

Everyone seemed to still be doing alright and all still seemed similarly formidable threats. There still wasn't a particular someone that she felt obligated to take out, or anyone that proved an especial problem. And so, she was left with her indecisiveness. Several others were moving outwards, no doubt to attempt to obtain one of the balls still lying untouched, and since it now wasn't just a couple strays fleeing the central clump, Thora scanned them, trying to pinpoint someone to fire a spell at.

The dim last rays of light faded to darkness, leaving her only able to clearly recognize one figure. One blindfolded figure. And though she wasn't one who could be described as continuously ruthless, or someone who enjoyed picking on a specific person, this was no longer so much about wanting the Quidditch Captain out. She had no personal problem with him or had even a opinion about the Gryffindor--Merlin, she didn't even know him. It was more of her stubborn insistence on perfection. So, with a deep breath, Thora narrowed her eyes and raised her wand once more. "Flipendo." Same position, same stance, same target. Hopefully it would work better than last time. 

--Action » Cast the Knockback Jinx at Rafael--

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S.W.A.G Moderation
2nd round
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BALL	POSSESSION	RANGE
Quaffle	No One	Two | 2
Rugby	No One	Three | 3

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ALAN	HEALTH 1100 STATUS In Game RANGE 1 | One	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS none none Reducio writing on an accuracy crit fail. spell misses and hits thora instead Definitely, Alan had not interacted much with the Gryffindor third year. However, casting a tickling hex was far from a great way to start, unless he was intending for a less than positive relation. The incantation of the curse left his lips as he twirled his wand, perhaps too forcefully as the wand had almost slipped from his fingers, but the little fumble had caused the spell to go a completely different direction, completely missing the pretty Gryffindor and hurling at a Slytherin girl, Thora Larkston, the light depressing across her back. In a split second, the girl was in a fit of giggles.

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS none none Reducio [The cold glare was not noticed by her sworn enemy but rather her comrade, Astrea who did not take the gesture well. With her tongue still painfully tied, Anastasia chose to head over to join her teammate and possibly crush, Rafael. Only when Anastasia's back was turned did the Slytherin raise her wand. "Flipendo." the incantation Anastasia would hear before the sight of her blindfolded teammate lurching in her direction. The impact of the spell against the Gryffindor hurt and sounded much like a hit from a bludger in a quidditch match and would hurl the boy a few feet backwards. She also began to feel her tongue loosen up and unknotting.	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 500 STATUS In Game RANGE 2 | Two	ANASTASIA

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ASTREA	HEALTH 437 STATUS In Game RANGE 1 | One	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS 500 - [50 + (2 x 10)] x 0.9 = 437 -1 accuracy | -10 Health Points | 3 rounds Reducio The snarl from the other third year Gryffindor was but a provocation, much like Erik's arrogance in the last game. Only when the girl's back was turned against her did she raise her wand against the Gryffindor with an incantation leaving her lips. A bright flash of blue light shot towards her target but a figure had jumped in its way before the spell could connect with the girl. Rafael took the brunt of the Slytherin's powerful spell exactly like how he did when he protected her from Erik's fist the last game. Good thing was that the Gryffindor quidditch captain was blindfolded, Astrea would not have to worry too much about ending up on the 'intimidating boy's disliked section of his encyclopedia's relationship tracker. However, watching her back she was not and by the time she noticed the Ravenclaw's wand leveled at her, it was too late. The spell was accurate, hitting her right in her adsomen. A cold, tingling feeling growing rapidly as the spell took effect and an uncontrollable laughter forming in her throat. She was hit by none other than the torturous tickling curse.

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS None None Reducio Delivering the spell to the first year ravenclaw boy was an easy feat. Despite the boy noticing her spell casting and making a move out of the way, the blue light of the knockback jinx had managed to find its mark on his shoulder. Like Rafael, Pericles was thrown backwards but certainly not as aggressively.	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 500 STATUS In Game RANGE 1 | One	AURELIA

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BRIDGET	HEALTH 500 STATUS In Game RANGE 2 | Two	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS None None Reducio Bridget's journey towards where the ball laid snug in grass was uninterrupted despite the chaos of spells happening around her, thankfully. Was she going to be the first to snag the ball?

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS None None Reducio Astrea was allied with here arch-nemesis Aurelia. What another brilliant way to get under the Gryffindor's nerves than to mess with one of her allies. With that, Emma's victim had been chosen. Unlike her last spell, this one was more skilled and accurate. The unfortunate first year barely had any time to react before the spell hit her right in the torso. Within seconds, the slytherin was doubling in laughter.	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 800 STATUS In Game RANGE 1 | One	EMMa

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KATRINA	HEALTH 450 STATUS In Game RANGE 1 | One	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS 460 - 10 = 450 –1 ACC for 1 rounds (stack) | –10 HP for 1 rounds Reducio Writing on an auto-miss to Astrea's presence Although Katrina had been brave to face her fear, the Slytherin's aura still frightened her. It did not help when the sentiment heightened as she raised her wand and focused all the attention on the pureblood aristocrat. Reckless she had been to cast the spell when the tickles had not ceased. Unsuprisingly, the spell had missed its target, perhaps the girl had been to intimidated and changed her mind.

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS [100 + (5x10)] x 0.4 = 60 None Reducio Oblige to his elder's instructions Pericles did. Intently listening to the metamorph's strategy. But one of the few people Xailah had told not to attack, the founder of her club herself, had taken her aim at Pericles. The Ravenclaw was quick to react, but not quick enough for the third-year's adept spell casting. Before he could register the forceful push on his shoulder, he was flung backwards.	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 500 - 60 = 440 STATUS In Game RANGE 3 | Three	PERICLES

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PIERRE	HEALTH 162 STATUS In Game RANGE 2 | One	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS None 300 - [100 + (8x10)] x 0.9 = 162 Reducio Pierre had been hit by Bridget's crit missed flipendo Clueless he still was, chaos was erupting around the poor boy from all sides. However, this time, the universe did not spare him from spells. A misaimed flipendo had hit the Gryffindor boy's side and threw him backwards. For such a small boy like him, he had taken quite a lot fo damage from it's impact.

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS 1000 - [100 + 90] = 810 - 50% Accuracy/Evasion until blindfold removed Reducio Despite being blindfolded, the chivalrous Gryffindor lurched at - who he thought was - Anastasia upon hearing the knockbackjinx yelled in close proximity. Suprisingly, blinded and all, he managed to shield the pretty Gryffindor from harm and was flung across the grass, fortunately still in the game area.	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 810 STATUS In Game RANGE 3 | Three	RAFAEL

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RIVER	HEALTH 700 STATUS In Game RANGE 2 | Two	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS None None Reducio Quick was her dhampir reflexes as through the chaos around, she noticed the older Gryffindor casting a spell her way. Acting upon instinct did river move out of the way, the Knockback Jinx missing ehr my a long shot.

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS None Sneezing | -3 Wisdom for 1 rounds Reducio Whatever did Jorah do to deserve such wrath? All it mattered to Ruthie was that he deserved it, for one reason or another, she was getting him to pay. The spell was cast at the Ravenclaw who was enjoying a mouthful of delectable fried wings whilst spectating. Despite her almost flawless spell casting through the sneezes, the jinx had missed its intended target, instead, hit the bucket of chicken instead and the fried goods scattered across the grass.	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 600 STATUS In game RANGE 1 | One	RUTHIE

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THORA	HEALTH 574 STATUS In Game RANGE 1 | One	S • W • A • G	DAMAGE & EFFECTS 700 - [50 + (9x10)] x 0.9 = 574 -1 accuracy target | 10 Health Points | 2 rounds Reducio Thora's spell was as good as her last. On the contrary, it did work better than the last. Not only had the Slytherin's spell missed its intended target, but it had sent an unfortunate Gryffindor flying. Sure, it was not rafael, but at least her spell had done something rather than simply fail. However, Bridget had gotten a taste of her own medicine she fallen victim to the missaimed spell of another. It was not her lucky day. The ticking hex hit her back and soon she was in a fit of giggles.

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DAMAGE & EFFECTS None None Reducio Xailah had a carefully planned strategy which she willingly shared to the ravenclaw. However, Xailah had not considered any of those few she had listed to target them. Whilst her back was turned and she cast a spell at the pale girl not too far away, her less fortunate teammate became the target of her roommate's spell. Xailah was not too lucky either as her knockback jinx missed her own target.	S • W • A • G	HEALTH 1100 STATUS In Game RANGE 2 | Two	XAILAH

Spectators A few seconds ago, Jorah was fine with his chicken in hand and watching the game. It was unfortunate that his enjoyment was abruptly cut short when a bucket filled with the scrumptious delight was knocked back and hsi chicken scattering all over the grass. Next moderation will commence on the 21st GMT or after every player has posted. If you require an extension or are unable to post, please contact me for an extension. Please read the rules thoroughly and state your actions in a quote or reducio at the bottom of each post.

───────────────── @Katrina Walker @Xailah Alptraum @Piérre Marchonné @River Dewlight @Thora Larkston @Bridget Collins @Ruthie Greer @Alan Vanes @Pericles Dralt @Anastasia Beckett @Rafael D'Spacito @Astrea Neptune @Emma Hill @Evelynn Decipio

"What did I miss?," Jorah asks as he manipulates a chicken wing. Now the secret to eating chicken wings is to rip out the smaller bone first. Once you do that, you can put the wing in your mouth and rip off all the meat in one easy motion. Jorah finishes his first wing with beauty and grace, licking his lips of the buffalo sauce. "Did you really...," Evelynn began, somewhat amused by Jorah's platter of food. "A man's motta meat", he mumbles around a wing as he sucks the meat off another bone. "Not much, really. The game's just star—," but Evelynn was interrupted by a ball of blue light flying in her direction. She jumps up from the ground and dodges the jinx with the dexterity of a nimble lioness. "Whotchit!", she cries at Alan. Finishing his third wing, "Alaaan!," Jorah shouts, waving hello with a freshly cleaned chicken bone. "Maybe we should retreat a bit and find somewhere safer…" Evelynn suggests. Jorah takes a swig of the pumpkin juice, letting out a refreshing "Aaahhh." Picking up another wing, he responds, "We'll be fine, what's the worst that could happen?" That's when Jorah saw her. The tomboy with the golden locks, Ru, his best friend, was pointing her wand right at him. Jorah reaches for his wand, watching as a brilliant blue energy shoots forth from Ruthie's wand and barrels straight toward him. A surge of adrenaline spikes inside the boy, time slows to a crawl, and Jorah’s mind races in a frenzy.

I imagine being attacked so much this feels more like a memory
Is this where she gets me, on the field, sev'ral feet ahead of me?
I see it coming, do I run or fire my wand or let it be?
There is no beat, no melody
Ru, my first friend, my enemy
Maybe the last face I ever see
If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me?
What if this jinx hits my chicken wings?

Chicken wings, what are chicken wings?
A meat so fundamental, it tastes like everything.
I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song frog choir will sing for thee
Chicken wings, you great unfinished symphony, your smell sent for me!
You kept me fed, a meal so messy even careful eaters
Can leave with saucy fingerprints as they eat up!
I'm running out of time, I'm running, and my time's up
Wise up, eyes up
I catch a glimpse of the other side
A chef leads a food’s chorus on the other side
My lunch is on the other side
It's with my breakfast on the other side
Rich desserts are watching from the other side
Teach me how to say goodbye
Eat up, eat up, eat up, Pizza!

My love, take your time
I'll see you on the other side
Raise a glass to chicken

He aims his wand at the sky, wait!

Ruthie’s jinx smashes into the silver platter. For one last time, the wings take flight. They briefly soar through the air before raining down on a distraught and hungry Ravenclaw. Plop Plop Plop, the wings tumble onto the grass. Jorah falls to his knees and cries out to an unforgiving and indifferent universe, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” A moment of silence. Jorah stands up and faces Ruthie. In a calm but commanding voice he tells her, “My name is Jorah Moussa. You ruined my dinner. Prepare to be hugged.” He reaches out for Ruthie with his messy sauce covered hands and runs straight toward her.

Action: Tackle hugs Ruthie

interacts with @Emma Hill
mentions @Evelynn Decipio, @Jorah Moussa & @Aurelia Notrésvace

The third year's thoughts had been pulled away from the reality, when he heard someone [Evelynn] shout something at him, "Whotchit!" and a boy who shouted his name right afterwards. The boy was in the audience and his call of greeting distracted the third year greatly as his head turned slightly to look over to the blanket right as he was about to fire his successful spell into the direction of Aurelia, when the sudden movement let him lose grip on the delicate cherry wood. In shock he watched as the silver light that shot from his wand, strayed from its course and hit another girl instead. He cringed slightly at the momentary mistake, but at least it hit someone. Technically Alan could not complain about this, since all of them would be his opponents momentarily. However he still disappointed himself by getting distracted in the middle of a incantation; the outcome could have easily been worse, if he had used a more dangerous spell.

He shook his head slightly. There was no time to think about that now, gripping the wand tighter to make sure he would not let go of it again, he randomly chose another target. It was a girl that he had seen before maybe, he probably did but his memory did not serve him well. Either way that also was not important right at the moment! Concentrate, he reprimanded himself, before raising his wand and drew a checkmark with a small swirl at the end, "Flipendo!", he heard himself say, speaking the incantation of the Knockback Jinx, which would be the key factor to winning this game, if he intended to stay in the first range. He could leave into another one and get a ball, but he was not sure if that would be worth the risk, especially since some of the other students already seemed like they had thought of that way sooner. Alan was not the best at strategic thinking, but maybe luck was on his side at last.