Muggle All The Way
Jo hadn't known what to expect from muggle tents--her muggle cousins were not the outdoorsy type, with the exception of the occasional game of football--but these giant, elaborate tents had definitely not been it. It couldn't be argued that they seemed more comfortable than what she normally thought of as a tent and were pretty to look at--something out of an old aventure story--but it seemed like an impractical skill to spend time learning. If she ever found herself in a situation where she couldn't use magic to help her set a tent, it seemed like it would be a desperate kind of situation, the kind where you don't have a whole group of people to help carry poles and put the whole thing together. Maybe one in which she had been marooned into a desert island, or a rival spy had taken her wand from her in an isolated forest. Learning to make a shelter from natural materials seemed like it would be a much better use of their time.
Accordingly, she spent much of the time actually building the things huffing and rolling her eyes and wondering whether their 'experts' would eventually show them simpler tents that could be carried and assembled by just one person, and what they would say if she went and asked.
Accordingly, she spent much of the time actually building the things huffing and rolling her eyes and wondering whether their 'experts' would eventually show them simpler tents that could be carried and assembled by just one person, and what they would say if she went and asked.
Muggle All The Way
wc.459 location.Uagadou
The very second Ivy's feet hit the ground she let out a sigh of relief.
The portkey ride wasn't bad, but she wasn't exactly eager to try it again anytime soon.
She shifted the strap of her pack and looked around. She could feel how different Uagadou was already before she'd seen the scenery. The atmosphere was warmer than she'd experienced, and even the sounds around her were strange to her; the scream of some distant bird; the hum of insects; the wind moving through foliage she couldn't identify.
For a moment, she simply stood there. Observing. Listening. Everything felt foreign. And exciting.
A horde of students from various schools stretched through the field as Headmaster Albrecht spoke to them from the elevation with a few wilderness specialists. Ivy kept her arms loosely crossed as the demonstration was beginning.
Camping. Without magic. That part still sounded slightly ridiculous. Magic existed specifically to make life easier. Apparently, the adults had collectively decided otherwise.
While the men examined stacks of equipment, Ivy's job was to identify all the pieces. Tent poles, stakes, cords, sections of canvas. Many more parts than she'd realized there would be.
We never really thought about how do tents stay up? They just... Stood. The idea that she'd be putting together one of her own in the next week was quite fascinating, yet a little concerning. Still, she paid close attention.
The experts worked quickly, fitting poles together and tightening lines with practiced ease. Even when they did it, it all appeared so simple. Ivy had a feeling when she did it, it wouldn't look so simple.
The wind ruffled her hair as she moved her weight from one side to the other.
Her eyes glanced past the demonstration to the wilderness far, far beyond, beyond the barrier.
A whole week. No magic. No castle. No comfortable dormitory. Just nature. The thought should have made her nervous. Instead, a small smile appeared.
Sure, this was the whole point of this long trip she'd taken half a world away for.
New sights. New challenges. A completely unfamiliar environment.
By the time the first tent was forming out of the expertise's hands, Ivy committed each step to memory. If she was going to be able to live in the wild for a week, she was going to learn it right.
Furthermore, there was something about the concept of constructing a home that was temporary from scratch with only the materials given.
But as soon as the tent was fully assembled, Ivy realized she was actually interested in the lesson.
For once, she wasn't looking at the clock waiting for these instructions to finish.
Would she even be able to do it herself at that time she was already pondering.
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Date: 21st Sept, 2026
Location: Ugadou
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It took some time for Elodie to recover from the unpleasant pull of the portkey and now, she would have to deal with students from several schools and, more than that, she’s in an unfamiliar territory. The Headmaster was there with several experts and piles of supplies. It looked like they first have to prove they could put together their own shelter without magic. She was pureblood and grew up in a household where magic was used as naturally as opening a door but that didn’t mean she thought doing things the muggle way was beneath her. Her parents would have been appalled if she ever suggested such a thing. But then understanding that muggles accomplished ordinary things without magic was very different from being told to put her wand away and do the same herself. Elodie couldn’t remember ever having to build a tent by hand or build one herself at all. Her attention shifted between the experts and the pieces they handled while building the shelter. The Berber tent was straightforward once she understood its structure, and the materials were interesting to watch as much as the building.
The assignment itself was simple to understand, but she knew doing it would be not simple. She and her assigned group had to reproduce what they just watched, take the completed tent apart, pack every piece properly and decide who would carry which supplies during the trip. They would have to prove they could put it together and tear it down quickly before shouting the rather dramatic Into the Wild when they were finished. That was just the first tent.
A second demonstration was done, the Durmstrang shelter was completely different as it’s a circular frame and rafters forming a cone above it. It also has layers of sheep wool felt for insulation. She understood why they were learning two structures when the Headmaster explained that this one would protect them in Durmstrang’s colder wilderness. The bedding and other items would come later. For now, they have to remember how everything would fit together.
But… no wand…ew!!!
Using magic would make everything faster, but she wouldn’t understand how either structure worked. Her father always encouraged her to investigate things than settling for knowing that something simply did work. If muggles could construct shelters without waving a wand at them, then there has to be a good system behind it. And she’s intending to learn it. But the question is if she would still feel that way after carrying half a tent through the wilderness as it’s another matter entirely.
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PC: Zephyr Deakin
Muggle All The Way
Date-25th Sept, 2026
Location: Ugadou
Word Count: 542
Jessica felt the usual pull of the Portkey disappear when her feet hit the ground.
Before she looked around her she settled herself and saw the strange wilderness of Uagadou. The extent of the landscape was entirely unlike anything she had ever seen before, and although she was curious she still felt a bit overwhelmed.
She soon fixed her attention on the raised platform and the stacks of tent equipment placed next to it. Moving nearer, she examined the strange gear with a look of puzzlement.
Since Jessica was a Muggle-born witch, she had grown up with a good deal of knowledge about the non-magical world; she had used ordinary objects, understood technology, and had lived a life without magic before she entered the wizarding world. However, camping was a completely different thing.
She crossed her arms and looked at the tent equipment.
The fact that I'm a Muggle-born doesn't mean that I know how to set up a tent.
She sighed gently as the demonstration started.
Jessica paid close attention while the poles were being arranged and the fabric laid out. She attempted to remember each step, but the more carefully she watched, the more complicated the process looked.
Well... I'll start with the poles and then deal with the fabric... I suppose.
She frowned and looked again, careful not to have missed anything.
All the work had to be carried out by hand since there was no wand movement capable of putting together the frame, no spell to fasten the ropes, and no charm that could make the tent stand perfectly.
Jessica rubbed her forehead.
It appears to be more difficult than it does.
To get a better view of the ropes and the way they were secured, she lowered herself a little and her fingers moved slightly as she mentally repeated the motions.
I have spent many years using magic when dealing with situations like this, and now I am being asked to recall how everything functions without it.
She gave her head a little shake which was slightly amused.
"Brilliant."
At the time the second kind of tent was shown, Jessica became even more concentrated. She carefully compared the structure of it with that of the first one in an attempt to work out why the arrangement was different.
This one looks even more bad.
Even though she was annoyed, she didn't give up. She kept a careful watch on the process of dismantling, noting exactly how each piece was taken down and packed up.
I at least have to remember how to take it down properly.
Jessica went over the steps in her mind several times.
Break the poles, fold the fabric, fasten the ropes, and check the supplies...
She looked once more at the equipment and took a deep breath.
Even though I am a Muggle-born, it seems that doesn't make me an expert at camping.
She smiled slightly as she put on her bag.
Although it may be difficult, I'll manage to work it out.
Jessica directed her attention towards the wilderness beyond the barrier, her nervousness gradually being replaced by determination.
Take it one step at a time.
She took another breath and made herself ready to face the challenge without using any magic.
Location: Ugadou
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Jessica felt the usual pull of the Portkey disappear when her feet hit the ground.
Before she looked around her she settled herself and saw the strange wilderness of Uagadou. The extent of the landscape was entirely unlike anything she had ever seen before, and although she was curious she still felt a bit overwhelmed.
She soon fixed her attention on the raised platform and the stacks of tent equipment placed next to it. Moving nearer, she examined the strange gear with a look of puzzlement.
Since Jessica was a Muggle-born witch, she had grown up with a good deal of knowledge about the non-magical world; she had used ordinary objects, understood technology, and had lived a life without magic before she entered the wizarding world. However, camping was a completely different thing.
She crossed her arms and looked at the tent equipment.
The fact that I'm a Muggle-born doesn't mean that I know how to set up a tent.
She sighed gently as the demonstration started.
Jessica paid close attention while the poles were being arranged and the fabric laid out. She attempted to remember each step, but the more carefully she watched, the more complicated the process looked.
Well... I'll start with the poles and then deal with the fabric... I suppose.
She frowned and looked again, careful not to have missed anything.
All the work had to be carried out by hand since there was no wand movement capable of putting together the frame, no spell to fasten the ropes, and no charm that could make the tent stand perfectly.
Jessica rubbed her forehead.
It appears to be more difficult than it does.
To get a better view of the ropes and the way they were secured, she lowered herself a little and her fingers moved slightly as she mentally repeated the motions.
I have spent many years using magic when dealing with situations like this, and now I am being asked to recall how everything functions without it.
She gave her head a little shake which was slightly amused.
"Brilliant."
At the time the second kind of tent was shown, Jessica became even more concentrated. She carefully compared the structure of it with that of the first one in an attempt to work out why the arrangement was different.
This one looks even more bad.
Even though she was annoyed, she didn't give up. She kept a careful watch on the process of dismantling, noting exactly how each piece was taken down and packed up.
I at least have to remember how to take it down properly.
Jessica went over the steps in her mind several times.
Break the poles, fold the fabric, fasten the ropes, and check the supplies...
She looked once more at the equipment and took a deep breath.
Even though I am a Muggle-born, it seems that doesn't make me an expert at camping.
She smiled slightly as she put on her bag.
Although it may be difficult, I'll manage to work it out.
Jessica directed her attention towards the wilderness beyond the barrier, her nervousness gradually being replaced by determination.
Take it one step at a time.
She took another breath and made herself ready to face the challenge without using any magic.
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪.
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔱.
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Lucy was familiar with tents. Normal tents. The kind with much lighter poles, fabric, pegs. The kind where you didn’t really need instructions. There were only so many ways the parts could go together and still make sense. These were not that kind of tents.
Lucy stared at the piles of wooden poles, ropes, stakes and great pieces of fabric while the demonstration went on in front of them. The announcement that they weren’t allowed to use magic didn’t bother her at all. She couldn’t use magic anyway. As far as Lucy was concerned, that just meant everyone else had to do things normally for once. Except there wasn’t much normal about this.
She watched closely as the supports were raised and the beam was placed between them. Then the panels, ropes and stakes. The basic idea made sense. Make a frame. Put something over it. Make sure it doesn't collapse. The materials were the most interesting part. Goat hair and camel wool. Lucy crouched near the piles of fabric and rubbed some between her fingers. Then she did it again. It became more waterproof when it got wet?
The fabric was clever. Lucy wasn't the only one who thought so. She glanced over toward Zephyr when she heard him murmur the same thing. She then looked back at the fabric and gave herself a little nod. Very clever.
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Once they were allowed to start, Lucy moved toward the supplies with the others. She knew enough about tents to know that standing around didn’t erect one. Zephyr seemed to have an idea of what he was doing, so she decided that she would make herself useful instead of trying to do what someone else was already doing.
As Zephyr picked up one of the large wooden supports with the others, Lucy looked at the other one. She grabbed it. The pole didn’t care. Lucy pulled harder. Nothing. She stopped and stared at it with her hands on her hips. Normal tent poles weren’t like this. Whatever. Change of approach. As the others were working on raising the support, Lucy moved over and crouched near the bottom, helping keep it where it was supposed to go, while the others did the heavy lifting. Much better this way.
After that, Lucy quietly began helping wherever she could. Ropes were straightened before they were needed so they couldn’t become one giant knot pile. Stakes were gathered together and distributed where needed. Whenever Zephyr moved onto the next part, Lucy watched what he was doing and tried to make sure the next thing was already where it was needed. She didn’t need to ask. Observe, deduce, and help.
When the covering was pulled over the frame, Lucy quickly noticed something seemed off. One side was lower than the other. Zephyr had noticed this too. While he adjusted the panel, Lucy caught hold of the opposite side and kept it from wandering somewhere else. Her eyes moved from one edge to the other as they worked until finally the whole thing looked considerably more even. There. That looked like a tent. A strange, massive tent. Not anything she had ever gone camping in before but a tent nonetheless. Lucy grinned.
Then they were told to take it apart. Her grin vanished. Lucy looked at the Headmaster. Then at the tent. Then back at the Headmaster. They had literally just gotten it to look like a tent. Lucy crouched beside the supplies again as everything started coming down. Zephyr was already separating things instead of stuffing everything into one enormous mess. Poles together. Stakes together. Ropes together. She joined in, gathering the smaller pieces and putting them with the matching ones. Any rope that tried turning itself into a knot got Lucy's full attention until it stopped trying to become a knot. This part was familiar too. Putting a tent away badly only meant fighting with it again the next time you needed it.
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The second shelter was different again. Circular this time, with wooden walls, rafters and thick felt instead of anything Lucy would have recognised as a normal camping tent. Lucy watched it slowly take shape. Another weird tent. Another puzzle. She already liked this trip.
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There will be no magic allowed in this experience.
No magic?! Owen's jaw actually dropped when the adults uttered that particular line. Disbelief obscured his features as his gaze shifted from them to the tents they'd erected in demonstration and back again. "Did they say no magic?" He'd uttered to nobody in particular, certain he'd misheard. They were wizards for Merlin's sake! Maybe he could understand a funny little scenario of playing Muggles & Mayhem and building a little lean-to in the process, but an actual palisade? "Are they joking?"
They were not, in fact, joking.
His arms had gone limp at his sides, his head lolling back as he dramatically loosed something between a groan and a sigh. Maybe he should have known. A vacation to an exotic location only three weeks into school with the promise to leave the academics behind for a week in favour of exploring the great outdoors had almost sounded too good to be true. Especially when his brother had made it known that this was a very unusual occurrence. Despite parental encouragement for to the contrary--something about making connections and spreading the good name--Anrai had opted to remain at Hogwarts. Owen should have known better, looking back. There was no way his brother would miss out on an opportunity that could advance his standing and progress his goals.
This whole "vacation"... it had been a trap. And that trap had sprung.
Fortunately, Owen hadn't been the only one to foolishly embark on this misguided mission of child labour. He had been quite pleased to learn that just about all of those he'd shared a tent with during summer camp would also be going. What was more, they'd all enjoyed each other's company so much that they'd all agreed to tent together once again. Or perhaps they had simply stumbled upon each other in a similar state of bleary helplessness while trying to assemble these stupid tents and decided that the devil you knew was better than the one you didn't.
Whatever the case, the youngest Lochridge had found himself amongst the company of those such as @Josephine Byrne, @Alfie Owen, @Demo Chatura, and the rest. And he was glad for it, too. Because he was actually just about useless. While he had an intuitive sense of how things were supposed to go and was actually decently precise when it came to executing things on a sort of smaller scale, he lacked significantly in the brawn department. It would quickly become apparent to anyone who suggested he hold a pole steady that he simply couldn't. His upbringing had not prepared him for manual labour and he lacked the strength to hold supporting beams steady.
So instead, he took it upon himself to do the tying. It took a bit of practice to get the knots right, but he actually found that he kind of liked that particular task after a while. There was something oddly satisfying in manipulating the ropes to bind the structures firmly into place. A satisfaction made all the more wholesome knowing that he'd be able to get to know his friends--surely he could call them all his friends--even better with this trip.
No magic?! Owen's jaw actually dropped when the adults uttered that particular line. Disbelief obscured his features as his gaze shifted from them to the tents they'd erected in demonstration and back again. "Did they say no magic?" He'd uttered to nobody in particular, certain he'd misheard. They were wizards for Merlin's sake! Maybe he could understand a funny little scenario of playing Muggles & Mayhem and building a little lean-to in the process, but an actual palisade? "Are they joking?"
They were not, in fact, joking.
His arms had gone limp at his sides, his head lolling back as he dramatically loosed something between a groan and a sigh. Maybe he should have known. A vacation to an exotic location only three weeks into school with the promise to leave the academics behind for a week in favour of exploring the great outdoors had almost sounded too good to be true. Especially when his brother had made it known that this was a very unusual occurrence. Despite parental encouragement for to the contrary--something about making connections and spreading the good name--Anrai had opted to remain at Hogwarts. Owen should have known better, looking back. There was no way his brother would miss out on an opportunity that could advance his standing and progress his goals.
This whole "vacation"... it had been a trap. And that trap had sprung.
Fortunately, Owen hadn't been the only one to foolishly embark on this misguided mission of child labour. He had been quite pleased to learn that just about all of those he'd shared a tent with during summer camp would also be going. What was more, they'd all enjoyed each other's company so much that they'd all agreed to tent together once again. Or perhaps they had simply stumbled upon each other in a similar state of bleary helplessness while trying to assemble these stupid tents and decided that the devil you knew was better than the one you didn't.
Whatever the case, the youngest Lochridge had found himself amongst the company of those such as @Josephine Byrne, @Alfie Owen, @Demo Chatura, and the rest. And he was glad for it, too. Because he was actually just about useless. While he had an intuitive sense of how things were supposed to go and was actually decently precise when it came to executing things on a sort of smaller scale, he lacked significantly in the brawn department. It would quickly become apparent to anyone who suggested he hold a pole steady that he simply couldn't. His upbringing had not prepared him for manual labour and he lacked the strength to hold supporting beams steady.
So instead, he took it upon himself to do the tying. It took a bit of practice to get the knots right, but he actually found that he kind of liked that particular task after a while. There was something oddly satisfying in manipulating the ropes to bind the structures firmly into place. A satisfaction made all the more wholesome knowing that he'd be able to get to know his friends--surely he could call them all his friends--even better with this trip.
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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━sta 06|eva 07| str 03| wis 09| arc 07| acc 08━━━━━━ Prodigal Astronomy Learner | Wandmaker ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━Ah the joys of staying out in the wilderness. There were the bugs, the elements, the chance of a wild animal attacking, truly a thrilling experience for a 12 year old. Well, it was obvious that an event being held by a school would definitely be safe for students but after the incident last year? It would do good to be wary.
There was also the chance to go star gazing at night. Being in the wild meant one was awake from a lot of light pollution meaning the stars were more clearly visible. And that was what the young ravenclaw loved the most about being in the wild. Though the stars would not be out for a while, that didn't mean she couldn't admire the other views visible from their general location.
Uagadou was beautiful. She had done prior research about the school and was in absolute awe with it. Especially with the fact they could specialise in Astronomy. The school itself was gorgeous as well. Truly if it wasn't for the fact she lived in London she would have loved to go to Uagadou.
While she was admiring the school, she was none the wiser to the absolute chaos going on behind her, despite Chaos literally being her last name. The boys were setting up the tent and Fawkes had decided it was best to just leave them to it. She wasn't strong enough to help anyways and they couldn't use magic so she was practically useless in this scenario. Might as well just stare at the scenery....
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Laura could feel herself swirling and spinning and then she felt the earth under her feet. She sighed in relief. She hated using port keys.
She looked around her the wilderness and landscape was very different than at hogwarts. She walked towards the platform to watch them putting up the tents to show them.
" No magic thought Laura. She had always used magic if they went camping but that was rarely. She watched how the person up there was putting together the tent she tried to remember each and every step. No wand movement would be able to make the tent set itself up.
Laura thought it looked harder than it was. But how would she know she was a wizard born.
She peered at the equipment and then to the wilderness border. This would be a bit harder than she thought.
Laura lowered her self a bit to get a better view of the knots her hand moved as if she was tieing them herself.
She had lowered her bag off her shoulder during the explanation but now that it was finished she put it back over her shoulder and though one step at a time.
And so Lauras adventure without magic began.
She looked around her the wilderness and landscape was very different than at hogwarts. She walked towards the platform to watch them putting up the tents to show them.
" No magic thought Laura. She had always used magic if they went camping but that was rarely. She watched how the person up there was putting together the tent she tried to remember each and every step. No wand movement would be able to make the tent set itself up.
Laura thought it looked harder than it was. But how would she know she was a wizard born.
She peered at the equipment and then to the wilderness border. This would be a bit harder than she thought.
Laura lowered her self a bit to get a better view of the knots her hand moved as if she was tieing them herself.
She had lowered her bag off her shoulder during the explanation but now that it was finished she put it back over her shoulder and though one step at a time.
And so Lauras adventure without magic began.
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Diana stood among the other students gathered around the raised platform. Her muted grey green eyes followed each movement of the wilderness experts as they demonstrated how the Berber tent was meant to be assembled. She listened carefully as each part was introduced and quietly committed the unfamiliar names to memory. The two support poles, the roof beam, the panels, the ropes, and finally the stakes. There was almost something satisfying about seeing all separate pieces gradually become a proper shelter. The instruction that no magic can be used didn't bother her as much as she thought it would. If anything it made her pay closer attention. There would be no spell to hold something in place if she positioned it incorrectly and there would be no charm to make the heavier pieces easier to move. She would simply have to remember what she had been shown and work it out from there.
Diana joined her tent group once the students were told to begin and looked over the supplies before she reached for one of the ropes. She glanced back at the frame and checked that the support poles were positioned correctly before she helped secure one of the panels. The covering was heavier than she expected and she had to adjust her grip as they worked to make sure it was hanging evenly. Rather than rushing Diana took a moment to look over the edges to make sure nothing was sitting too loosely. The stakes required a little more effort. She pressed onto into the ground before testing the attached rope with a cautious tug to make sure it was secure enough to withstand the wind Emery had warned them about. Once the tent finally stood properly Diana stepped back and studied it for a moment. It was certainly not something she would expect to be building without magic but there was a strange satisfaction in knowing that their own hands had put it together. That satisfaction only lasted briefly.
When Emery instructed everyone to tear the tent down Diana blinked before immediately returning her attention to the task. She helped loosen the ropes and remove the stakes and kept the different supplies together as they were gathered. The poles were placed with other wooden pieces while the ropes and panels were sorted into their appropriate bags. It seemed much easier to keep everything organized now rather than having to search through a pile later.
Diana was already watching closely by the time the second demonstration began. The yurt was completely different from the Berber tent with its lattice walls, central support, rafters, and layers of felt. She tilted her head slightly as she studied the way each piece connected to the next. If the first tent had taught her that practical skills could be surprisingly satisfying then the second was already making her curious to see whether she could remember all of these new steps just as carefully.
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Though not necessarily, Chatt had been simply excited for the day. Years at Hogwarts, coiled up inside a magical castle that prohibits venturing outside its walls, were suffocating for a guy like him. The guy who wouldn’t be seen at a single location—or even alone. Either you had to have the patience of an ongoing animagus ritual, or 80% of the passing time he’d been, be, or will be in the Slytherin quarters.
Like a dog waiting for his owner to open the door, once opened, he took that opportunity.
A plain white shirt beneath his intricately designed cropped retro aviator. He’d pack a few shirts, along with varieties of pants he wasn’t tired of. The one he’d chosen to wear for the occasion that bagged perfectly around his Dusky Grey Puma Palermo—brown cargo pants that slid a design along his back pockets. Grabbing his duffel bag of necessities, he’d climb down to the lower floors, feet pacing fast down the stairs. He’d wait outside the Gryffindor common rooms for Clark Stellan. Occasionally pulling his pants by the side, ensuring they didn’t look like worn-down pants that he took by the garbage.
As CK (His nickname for Clark, meaning Casual King) stepped out after the Fat Lady painting made way for him, he’d realize the eldest was also a Gryffindor. “Hey, wait—CK—did Azzy leave already? White hair? Kinda blind? Senior? I mean senior, as in he’s in Third year, not the fact he looks like an old guy.” That thought he’d taken, carefully correcting himself. If only the boy would know, it was also, in fact, an insult.
The realization dawned on him that he’d already left waiting at the area they’d meet up. Grabbing Clark’s wrist, he’d carefully pull his friend.
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As they were nearing the location, the figure—who he’d assumed—was Azzure, wearing highly decorated styles that stood beside a portkey. Portkeys held a significant meaning to Chatt, as it was what they had used to travel from France to England. Reminiscing about that time, he’d been traumatized. A boy who had no knowledge of it other than stories that were told by the same person who gave him such an experience—his dad—left some sort of comedic scar on him. Fragile masculinity wasn’t a term Chatt was. But this time, he’d posture himself highly rather than wallow over the fact he hated that experience. The warning Azzure left off, looking up to him, reminded him of his father's warnings once more.
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Landing in the Mountains of the Moon—Uagadou—its stunning edifice carved directly into the side of the mountain. Outside of Europe, he had been wishing ot explore. This was crossed off his personal bucket list.
Chatt would let a breathe out. The Portkey frankly punched him left and right. The horizon somewhat turning diagonally; by the slight, Chatt almost followed with it. But to someone who had casual fights during his elementary—yes, he had fights. Some candy, lunch, probably a boy. Perhaps his very obvious masculinity threatened them. Smirk.
Chatt rubbed the back of his neck, followed by ruffling his hair to the usual tousled look that went styled without trying. He’d watch as Mari—as well as his tentmates—suffered the uncomfortable travel. Though Azzure went off, Chatt would follow. His hands were lazily inserted into his jacket pocket.
The task was simple, yet for Chatt. Tents were a drill that his Father followed. Alongside his late mother, they’d play around the muggle backyard camping. Sometimes when it’d itch or rain, they’d go back into the house and sleep in their privileged bed. The task was that, but a bit harder. A drop in the breeze pulled a reminder: tents were important. Although a demonstration—Chatt wanted to lie down and sleep.
Chatt was standing by the side; playful talking to Clark was halted as soon as a Hufflepuff laughed. Insults that toward Azzure’s choice of clothing. “Goddamn girl.” He’d raise a brow, covering the slight smirk his mouth failed to close. “Good thing I look sleek, am I right, Clark?” A playful tone he’d whisper toward him. He felt bad for Azzure, though he had to say for himself it wasn’t that much of a bother to him.
The Headmaster of Durmstrang’s voice carried throughout the area.
Instructions that followed, Chatt hadn’t needed to listen attentively. How’d you think this guy who barely paid attention got all O’s?
“It’s—how you say—light work. No worries at all.” Dropping his bag in a corner for convenience.
“We can start raising the polls (poles, but he pronounced it as that) and gather the materials for the roof and floor. Two is simple.”
He mostly gathered and knew the people within the circle. Social as he is, it’s like grabbing random people each time he went somewhere for any sort of company. He didn’t like that it went off to a bad start. He’d eye. “Since you three are close there, you guys can hold the poles for us, yes?” He coughed, pointing towards Azzure, Mari, and Denisse.
Before they could object—”Nice! Us boys can carry the materials towards here.” He grabbed Clark’s hand quickly to avoid conflict once more, running off. “Let’s go, CK!” A deep shout towards the end.
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They went back and forth with the supplies with Azzure’s help. And so on, they went with the activity.
After setting the poles up, they’d help keep it stable due to the number of poles and very few hands. Amalie draped the panels over it. Along with it—Taller students to keep the shade.
Chatt would tie it up, anchoring it firmly. He’d do a side while the others—CK and Jules—did the others. He felt proud of the finished look and dropped himself, cross-legged. Staring at the structured shade, he didn’t want to let the words out.
“Great. Now we have to take it all down again.” He let a curse in his native tongue.
wc: 979
location: Uagadou
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