Ocelot vs. Jaguar
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IT'S NICE TO HEAR YOUR VOICE AGAIN . I'VE WAITED ALL DAY LONG , EVEN WROTE A SONG FOR YOU . IT'S STRANGE , THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL WITH JUST A WORD
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| xx | Finding a loose curl had escaped from her bandana, Logan twirled it around her index finger, tongue poking into her cheek. “It’d be best if we made some progress this round and head to the next zone… Maybe leave two people behind to–” She had hardly finished her sentence when one blonde girl insisted she stays stationary at base. Restraining her eyes from rolling back into her head, Logan stared off into space. This was not how she had wanted this game to go. Sure, she felt quite guilty now for judging them so quickly, but it wasn’t as if they were disproving her snap judgement of them. Karmic vengeance had a funny sense of comedic timing. With it quickly settled that the majority of the team would move ahead to cover more ground, so began the awkward trek. They naturally divided into sub-groups, the Castelo students tearing ahead while foreign socialites lay back to quietly mingle. Thales and Naiane seemed to be in their own headspaces, with Thales fixated on his issue with Pretty Boy and Naiane placating him, not saying much. Something to that effect at least – Logan wasn’t listening. Much in the same fashion, her mind had wandered a few steps ahead, trying to picture what kinds of obstacles Peralta might have placed for them. Were there real stakes? Real danger? They would shortly find out, she supposed. In the meantime, she was content to hum a tune stuck in her head like an earworm – some upbeat Nickelodeon shit. Hurricane. Bridgit Mendler. That was it. Content to hit high notes with the elegance of a cat on hot coals, Lo marched with a little spring in her step. She missed her iPod dearly. It didn’t take long before her mind had abandoned its humble dreams of stardom and lost her place in the song altogether, returning to the holidayers behind them. It would be inconvenient if they truly hated them, given they were ideally meant to win this thing. Logan scowled at the thought of losing over some petty judgemental bullshit and decided to extend an olive branch. She hung back a few steps, tilting her chin casually towards the pretty girl with the striking pearly hair and terrible sandals. “You Beauxbatons or Hogwarts? Hear you all have it made in the shade over in Europe, eh? That true?” A waft of over-generously applied cologne hit her in the face and Logan quickly masked her cough with an awkward grin. Perhaps her tone still sounded too snarky, or she just wasn’t getting through, because it wasn’t long before the interaction made her shift awkwardly and excuse herself. Logan grit her teeth and shrugged. No harm, no foul, after all. She tried. It was when she heard a faint murmur – the utterance of the word “barbarian” – that her head snapped back in the direction of the bourgeoisie behind her. “Oi. ¿Cómo me llamaste, blanquito?” She took a threatening step forward, vein practically bulging from her neck. With a harsh reminder that they would have to watch out for one another through the games, Logan backpedalled with a scowl. How dare he? She had been told kids like him were raised with good-manners classes or whatever. Muttering and shooting murderous looks at the boy, she spared a pointed look at her classmates. Did they not catch that? Raised as pure of blood as Pretty Boy here, it didn’t seem like they altogether understood her outrage, or at least shared her anger. Furrowing her brow with a kiss of her teeth, she wondered if wizards even knew what racism was. Logan made a mental note to shove past the boy at least twice in the following game – maybe refuse to help him just to make a point that he needed this “barbarian”. She did however quickly offer a smile to the white-haired one; a peace offering as if to let her know her onslaught of glares was not targeted towards her. It wasn’t long before their change of zones was signalled by an abrupt drop in temperature. The atmosphere was sticky with humidity and Logan could smell rain before the first drop even fell. Salt, damp earth and something metallic sat heavy in the air. Somewhere above, the cicadas had gone quiet. “Ah, mierda.” Shortly, the jungle was practically flooded, carrying debris and mud down slopes and making it a nightmare to walk. Each step was punctuated with a wet squelch, and a pop as you freed your boots from the sludge. Shorts and vest sticking to her like a second skin, Logan’s expression only darkened as her curls became stringy and undefined. All that product, gone to waste. Who’s idea was it to make it rain on a sunny day like this? A sadist for one – she was almost certain Santiago fit the bill there. A loose branch about Logan’s height jut out from the undergrowth. Straight grain. Dry enough not to snap. Good. With a sharp tug, she managed to free it from the vines, using it as a makeshift walking stick for balance across the uneven, slippery terrain. It saved her skin numerous times, skidding down slopes and diverting pressure from her ankles when having to jump from great heights. The mud was annoying, but not unfamiliar; she'd learned years ago that fighting the ground only guaranteed you'd end up kissing it. At least the hills back home had the decency to stay where you left them – here it was a melting free-for-all, like the landscape was playing tricks on them. Expertly manoeuvring the plains, she practically charged on, clearing a path for the stragglers of the group. At first, things seemed to be going excellently. Much to her disbelief, the boy in designer linens appeared to weave between obstacles with the momentum of a local. Shifting weight naturally, finding stable footing before committing his weight. With a slight re-evaluation, she found herself slightly pleased he was on their team. She cleared her throat at the thought, feeling her ears burn from her massive underestimation of the kid. Having to remind herself to be annoyed at him, she quickly diverted her attention to the rest of their team. Stood on standby, Logan naturally hung back to make sure everyone got over the next hurdle safely and offered a steady hand for them to balance with. Somebody always had to stay behind and typically back home that job fell to her. Just as she ensured White-Haired Girl made it down the next steep drop, a strained heave came from behind Logan. Naiane was calf-deep in mud, trying desperately to free herself. Logan frowned, steadying herself in order to find a stable path to go back for her. A terse comment cut through the air. This pendejo had the gall to instruct them to help her, standing safely six feet away and making no effort to do so himself. Good to know – he was the sort to leave them to rot. Not to mention haughty about it too. He proceeded to state the damn obvious, claiming ‘we can’t just leave her!’ like some Disney character. “You don’t say,” Logan muttered under her breath to her right, just within earshot of Amaro. Before he could react to her commentary, Pretty Boy’s criticism seemed to hone in on him. Noticing the tension between Thales and this guy, the air seemed to still. A stagnant pause ensued as they glared, their eyes and egos battling one another. Before things could escalate much further, Logan huffed and snaked between them. With a frustrated wave of her hand, she gestured towards Naiane, sinking deeper into the mud by the millisecond. “Please, it’s bad enough there’s two of you – I’d rather you divas didn’t bitch slap each other to death right now.” She shot her fellow racer a cheesy grin, “Besides, I’ve got Naiane.” Extending her wooden staff to the girl, she chuckled as a little anecdote returned to her, “Reminds me when las maestras ask for a big strong boy to carry stuff. Bitch, I am a big strong boy. I’ve got you.” |
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*spanish translations
01. what did you call me, white boy? ; 02. ah, shit ; 03. idiot ; 04. primary school teachers
01. what did you call me, white boy? ; 02. ah, shit ; 03. idiot ; 04. primary school teachers
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OR TWO . I'D LIKE TO DO THE SAME FOR YOU ... IT'S NICE TO HEAR YOU SAY "HELLO" AND "HOW ARE THINGS WITH YOU ? I LOVE YOU" . BUT VERY SOON IT'S TIME TO GO .
OR TWO . I'D LIKE TO DO THE SAME FOR YOU ... IT'S NICE TO HEAR YOU SAY "HELLO" AND "HOW ARE THINGS WITH YOU ? I LOVE YOU" . BUT VERY SOON IT'S TIME TO GO .
Last edited by Logan Peralta Acosta on 5 Jul 2026, 00:29, edited 1 time in total.
Ocelot vs. Jaguar
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Action: As strategized x-x
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Ocelot vs. Jaguar
TBA
Capture the Flag: Ocelot vs Jaguar──〃
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Easy, no?
She whined to herself as she aimed a kick at a rock but ended up slipping in the mud. The loud shriek she let out was loud enough to wake the dead as she landed on her back. The squelching sound of surprisingly cold mud was almost as loud as Genie herself and must have acted as a foreshadowing tool if she had been looking at the scene from outside. Her normally luxurious and silken blonde hair was now matted with dirt and actively drying as she sat up with tears welling in her eyes. Yanking her wand out, she turned to the other student that she was supposed to be guarding the flag with.
"I refuse to let this mud stay in my hair. I'm going to find something to wash it out!" She huffed as she stormed off in a direction of somewhere that made no sense. A few minutes later she returned with an embarrassed flush and started walking in the other direction. Muttering to herself, she cast a quick "Scourgify" and started to rake her fingers through the suds in her hair. As the bubbles in her hair sunk down into her eyes, she circled back to the base that she was meant to be protecting.
"I feel so... comment dit-on- disgusting? The word for 'feel ew', yes? This is horrible. AH! J'ai du savon dans l'œil!" Geneviève whined more as the soap fell into her eyes mid complaint. As she continued to lodge complaints, she felt the slight seed of guilt burrowing itself into her heart as she knew that she had promised to be part of the team but all she had done so far was act like a brat and slip in the mud.
When she finally got the mud and soap out of her hair and eyes, Geneviève looked around at the base that they were supposed to be constructing to protect the flag from the other team. It was well constructed and she supposed that the other zones had similar bases for them to hide the flag in if there became a need to move it. She looked around at the Jungle flora, trying to take an interest in the flowers as opposed to a general disdain for the outdoors and the bugs. It was actually quite beautiful and for a girl her age who appreciated the appearance of rare and precious objects, Geneviève wondered if there was more to the appearance of the Zone they were in then meets the eye.
"I apologize for my hysterics. I wasn't much aware of the game. I thought this would be less... muddy." Geneviève tried to salvage her reputation with some lighthearted explanation. However, she was certain there wasn't much she could do that would absolve her of the tantrum she had just thrown about her hair and the fact that her outfit was still covered in mud.
Geneviève made her way to sit on a log as she waited for something interesting to happen that would salvage the game for her mind. As she walked towards the place to sit, the movement of something heavy and sneaky crept up on the both of them. A gargantuan boa-constrictor burst forward from the brush and yet again, Geneviève let out another ear-piercing shriek as she ran for her life.
"Je déteste ce jeu stupide!"
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date ; june, 2026
time ; midday
mentions ; @Reducio―――――――――――――――――STATS:
sta ◦ 8 | eva ◦ 10 | str ◦ 3 | wis ◦ 7 | arc ◦ 9 | acc ◦ 8―――――――――――――――――
the jungle ; castelobruxo
word count ; 482 words
#8eb1d1 ; dialogueReducio―――――――――――――――――TRANSLATIONS: (Both French and English were copied and pasted from Google Translate)
1: comment dit-on = How do you say
2: Je déteste ce jeu stupide! = I hate this stupid game!
Coded By: Isabeau Nevara
Siobhan McCarty -PC-
━⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅━
Geneviève Caussade -iNPC-
Ocelot vs. Jaguar
Joining the group headed towards another area, Sabrina fell into step with her two teamates in a way unlike her: quietly. After all, rattling off was her natural response to most situations. Hanging out with friends? Monologue about anything and everything she finds interesting. Meeting new people? Bury them under an unslaughter of countless questions. Getting in trouble? Overwhelm authority with long sentences coming out in quick succession. Words words words, quick, chipper, flooding out of her in a speed akin to the waterfalls' that now surrounded them.
But this was a very different, unique scenario. Now, carefully weaving through the greenery, silence was expected, if not required, for their succession in the game. And so she kept her mouth shut, or at least until they were halfway through the second area.
One could think that, given the eccesive amount of water all around them, the tempature would drop with each step they took. But of course, one, in this situation noone other than miss Sabrina Lyons herself, would be a fool to assume so as the heat not only got worse by second, but the air thickened as well. Flush beginning to settle over her nose and cheeks, Sabrina groaned, swiveling her head to face one of her companions.
'It is ridiculously hot,' (@Jarden Ardelis) she agreed, now resorting to short sentances not out of necessity to stay hidden, but because the air was coming in short, awfully humid supply. She spend her next few steps silently listing off reasons why it would be a very bad idea to jump into the lake, refusing to even look at it because her ability to remain logical dwindled as her body heat grew.
Eden Lorenz-Alves | Jarden Ardelis | Devon Wallen | Carina Kaede | Jun Mayumi Mochizuki | Angel Dayes | Blair Annabelle Du Pont
STA. 7 | EVA. 5 | STR. 7 | WIS. 9 | ARC. 6 | ACC. 6 || fearless
ACTION. as agreed upon
trunk | wc. 282
STA. 7 | EVA. 5 | STR. 7 | WIS. 9 | ARC. 6 | ACC. 6 || fearless
ACTION. as agreed upon
trunk | wc. 282
Ocelot vs. Jaguar
Rina bounds into action immediately once the start of the game is announced. It's not a whole lot of action, though. She's momentarily bummed by the fact that she's not, like, throwing a smoke bomb into the eyes of the other team, but maybe she needs to get closer to them to do that. Whatever the case, the environment here is really weird. It's hot, but it's a wet hot, which is very little like her native Spain. She sweats and regrets her outfit for a minute. Then she expects her sweat to cool her down. It does not. She doesn't think she can live like this.
Whatever. The others are all chattering about, but Rina only understands bits and pieces. There's that one girl, kind of cheeky if you ask her, who is speaking Spanish, albeit with a different accent than Rina is used to, but it still makes sense. Blanquito white boy makes her smirk even though maybe she should pay attention to the environment – she utters a small ¡ostras! crap! as she stumbles over a rock. She's fine! Totally fine.
She catches a bit of what that weird looking blonde girl – well, one of the weird looking blonde girls – says. Something something, 'ew', something something, 'muddy'. She wants to tell her to grow up, but she's not really sure how to say that in English or French. So she just rolls her eyes and slips her hands into her pockets. These people are crazy.
Whatever. The others are all chattering about, but Rina only understands bits and pieces. There's that one girl, kind of cheeky if you ask her, who is speaking Spanish, albeit with a different accent than Rina is used to, but it still makes sense. Blanquito white boy makes her smirk even though maybe she should pay attention to the environment – she utters a small ¡ostras! crap! as she stumbles over a rock. She's fine! Totally fine.
She catches a bit of what that weird looking blonde girl – well, one of the weird looking blonde girls – says. Something something, 'ew', something something, 'muddy'. She wants to tell her to grow up, but she's not really sure how to say that in English or French. So she just rolls her eyes and slips her hands into her pockets. These people are crazy.
| [pc] livia machavariani 'bloodlust is the ticket and contrition is fraud.' |
Ocelot vs. Jaguar
capture the flag event • 26th june 2026--
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sorry for being late:(
STA: 6 | EVA: 7 | STR: 1 | WIS: 8 | ARC: 6 | ACC: 7
Actions as strategized
Actions as strategized
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Ocelot vs. Jaguar
| date: 26 June, 2026 place: castelobruxo mention: @geneviève caussade |
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English/Japanese
xxx :outfit :ooc notes |
After his attempt at chatting, the game seemed to start soon. His teammates split into two groups, one group went ahead, leaving him and a pretty French girl behind. Her silhouette indicated that she had been trained as a dancer for many years. The knowledge of dancing he knew came from his uncle, who was a kabuki actor. The girl dressed in luxurious clothes. He started to think she and the two Hogwarts students had discussed the dress code before the game.
Hayato realized he was rather rude to not introduce himself until now. “Hey, sorry it’s a bit late to do this. But my name is Hayato Ichiyagi, from Mahou…” He stopped mid-sentence, feeling an unwelcome narrow gaze staring at him. The young Ichiyagi turned around immediately to identify the possible threat. Startled, almost jumping, he quickly retreated to safer ground and away from the anaconda. “この熱帯雨林には、一体何があるというのか。” (What on earth is in this rainforest?) He murmured with a low voice. Fortunately, the anaconda left without hurting any of them.
Sigh. The Japanese boy hadn’t anticipated this event would be this eventful, he initially thought he was just here to hang out with his childhood friend and meet new people. Nonetheless, he should focus on the mission he had been assigned now. As he picked up a stick from the ground, he tried to observe the surroundings. The stick was heavy and firm, enough to poke through the bushes. Luck did not stand on his side this time. He had found nothing useful.
He heard some sounds from his teammate, so he came back to where he was to see what had happened. His obsidian eyes filled with concern, since the forest kept bringing surprises to them. The girl was stuck in the mud, but she managed to get out by herself. Hayato furrowed his brows in worry, and he asked, “Are you alright?” He paused for a moment. “I can totally get your point. This place is so… unexpected.” He chose a nicer word to describe this hazardous environment. “I thought the game would be a more relaxing or light game. But apparently I’m wrong.”
───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────Hayato realized he was rather rude to not introduce himself until now. “Hey, sorry it’s a bit late to do this. But my name is Hayato Ichiyagi, from Mahou…” He stopped mid-sentence, feeling an unwelcome narrow gaze staring at him. The young Ichiyagi turned around immediately to identify the possible threat. Startled, almost jumping, he quickly retreated to safer ground and away from the anaconda. “この熱帯雨林には、一体何があるというのか。” (What on earth is in this rainforest?) He murmured with a low voice. Fortunately, the anaconda left without hurting any of them.
Sigh. The Japanese boy hadn’t anticipated this event would be this eventful, he initially thought he was just here to hang out with his childhood friend and meet new people. Nonetheless, he should focus on the mission he had been assigned now. As he picked up a stick from the ground, he tried to observe the surroundings. The stick was heavy and firm, enough to poke through the bushes. Luck did not stand on his side this time. He had found nothing useful.
He heard some sounds from his teammate, so he came back to where he was to see what had happened. His obsidian eyes filled with concern, since the forest kept bringing surprises to them. The girl was stuck in the mud, but she managed to get out by herself. Hayato furrowed his brows in worry, and he asked, “Are you alright?” He paused for a moment. “I can totally get your point. This place is so… unexpected.” He chose a nicer word to describe this hazardous environment. “I thought the game would be a more relaxing or light game. But apparently I’m wrong.”
actions: as strategized
hex: #418577, #354242
sta 5 | eva 8 | str 3 | wis 4 | arc 2 | acc 8
seer | intuition
seer | intuition
Ocelot vs. Jaguar
LOCATION | Castelobruxo
DATE | June 2026
INTERACTING | Open
00:49 ─── ◉ ───────⠀03:12
#ffffff | DIALOGUE
@NAME NAME | MENTIONINGWell, there they were. Zone one had massive trees, a dense atmosphere and a thick scent of.. nature. Though everything felt and smelled kind of moist, like moss and bark after heavy rain on a hot day. It reminded Jun of the woods in Kyoto, which she had often visited as a child. They had frequently been rather moist, damp and humid with little wind circulation. Especially the Arashiyama Bamboo Grove and the cedar woods of Mount Takao resembled this atmosphere greatly. In a way, it made Jun feel right at home. Like she was visiting Japan already, which would be the case once again this Summer.
Part of the Team stayed in Zone 1 for now, while Jun went along with three others. She had kind of caught their names beforehand, but wasn’t particularly familiar with any of them. One of them Jun did recognize as Ravenclaw prefect though.
They moved to make their way into zone two, when a heatwave hit unexpectedly. Then there was a rock. Jun clumsily fell over it, right by the waterfall, and felt her cheeks warm instantly. Great, was there anything more embarrassing than falling over a rock out of sheer stupidity? With people she didn’t even know?
Alas, they had to move on with the game which meant the Ravenclaw had to quickly catch herself and continue. Partaking in a game - in an unpredictable rainforest - this close to full moon, had perhaps not been the best idea. Jun was already starting to feel an upcoming bad mood spreading inside her.
code by charisse
•• ACTION •• as strategized
•• STATS •• | Stamina • 8 | Evasion • 8 | Strength • 1 | Wisdom • 8 | Arcane Power • 3 | Accuracy • 7
•• RACE & ABILITIES ••| Werewolf | Evasive Maneuvers |
Ocelot vs. Jaguar
disclaimer: this muse can be difficult and negative.
they often assume the worst of people. their actions and intense thoughts may not reflect the writer's.
they often assume the worst of people. their actions and intense thoughts may not reflect the writer's.
brazilian portuguese | japanese | english
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statistics: stamina 5 ; evasion 8 ; strength 1 ; wisdom 7 ; arcane power 0 ; accuracy 9
action: as planned
action: as planned
TRANSLATIONS
1. You didn't hear? We're changing into our suits for the photoshoot.
2. How disgusting.
3. Thank you.
1. You didn't hear? We're changing into our suits for the photoshoot.
2. How disgusting.
3. Thank you.
Ocelot vs. Jaguar
Thales was happy to finally get out there and get moving; the jungle thickened, crooked trees weaving a sharp canopy above them. He didn’t speak much, though he snickered at Logan’s retort towards the pretty boy: serves him right, really. He stuck his tongue out at Bug Boy briefly. Mostly, Thales remained focused on keeping look out: he intended to win this game, dumb Europeans in tow or not. His neck was all but snapping around at the sound of any cracked twig — trying to spot any of the Ocelot team perhaps making a run through the thick trees.
He did not achieve much that way, considering the one eventful thing from the new zone they found themselves in came from above. Thales barely paid attention to the sudden quiet of the forest before it was replaced with the white noise of rain pouring down on them. He made quick work of it, obviously. His shoes weren’t this damn expensive for nothing, and he wasn’t about to let a little water get in the way of a game well-spent — that is, of course, won.
Thales paid no mind to the mud sticking to the fabric of his cargo pants, and only turned to jeer at his classmates when his attention was called to Naiane. It seemed despite her local status, she did not have the same luck he did, and was — glued? mudded? — stuck to the ground. Thales had a joke on his mind already, upper lip curling to snicker, when Bug Boy, of all people, tried to taunt him.
“...or are those muscles only for show?”
Thales’ brow furrowed and he stared for a long moment. What the fuck was this guy’s problem? Did he think fabulously coiffed hair and a pretty outfit gave him the right to speak to Thales — Thales fucking Amaro — of all people like that. Thales’ eyes narrowed and he took a step forward, tilting his head with the usual smile, though this time a far more mocking tone to his voice. “Yeah? Você quer ver para que servem, seu—”
He was cut off by Logan, ever helpful and ever annoying, calling him a diva and beating him to the punch. Right. Naiane was still stuck. He watched Logan reach for her hand impassively, deciding to ostentatiously ignore that he had ever let Bug Boy get under his skin — and hoping everyone else would ignore the barely there red under his collar as he crossed his arms and gave a half-assed chuckle at Logan’s words.
action: as strategized
translations:
[Você quer ver para que sirvamos, seu—]: "You wanna see what they're for, you—"
He did not achieve much that way, considering the one eventful thing from the new zone they found themselves in came from above. Thales barely paid attention to the sudden quiet of the forest before it was replaced with the white noise of rain pouring down on them. He made quick work of it, obviously. His shoes weren’t this damn expensive for nothing, and he wasn’t about to let a little water get in the way of a game well-spent — that is, of course, won.
Thales paid no mind to the mud sticking to the fabric of his cargo pants, and only turned to jeer at his classmates when his attention was called to Naiane. It seemed despite her local status, she did not have the same luck he did, and was — glued? mudded? — stuck to the ground. Thales had a joke on his mind already, upper lip curling to snicker, when Bug Boy, of all people, tried to taunt him.
“...or are those muscles only for show?”
Thales’ brow furrowed and he stared for a long moment. What the fuck was this guy’s problem? Did he think fabulously coiffed hair and a pretty outfit gave him the right to speak to Thales — Thales fucking Amaro — of all people like that. Thales’ eyes narrowed and he took a step forward, tilting his head with the usual smile, though this time a far more mocking tone to his voice. “Yeah? Você quer ver para que servem, seu—”
He was cut off by Logan, ever helpful and ever annoying, calling him a diva and beating him to the punch. Right. Naiane was still stuck. He watched Logan reach for her hand impassively, deciding to ostentatiously ignore that he had ever let Bug Boy get under his skin — and hoping everyone else would ignore the barely there red under his collar as he crossed his arms and gave a half-assed chuckle at Logan’s words.
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action: as strategized
translations:
[Você quer ver para que sirvamos, seu—]: "You wanna see what they're for, you—"
esme hestridge. second year slytherin duelist. |
katherine townsend. professor of charms, former thunderbird. |