Shuntbumps S.W.A.G

"Who's the prettiest boy?" The brunette witch cooed to her feline companion, hairbrush in hand. The cat rolled over, exposing his soft, fleshy underbelly. Me. I am. I am the prettiest boy. If he could speak English, that is what the cat would have said. But he couldn't speak English. So he simply gurgled in response. Xailah combed over the grey, tousled fur; until it was soft and sleek. "There. You look sssplendid." She said, a soft smile resting on her face. She would probably never admit it, but that obese wad of fur, was her pride and joy. Her baby. She woke up early every morning, just to make sure he got brushed. Well. She tried to at least. The Gryffindor was a busy girl. Had lots of things to do. Lots of things to think about. And she was running. Always running. And fast too. Sometimes she was too fast for her own good. Sometimes she forgot to brush him because of it. And when she wasn't running, or thinking, or doing other things; she was trying to catch up on lost sleep. Years of lost sleep.

Schrödinger would finish getting his grooming. His mistress would return the little hairbrush to her nightstand. It was time for her to get ready for the day now. She sauntered over to the trunk, that rested at the foot of her bed. "Hm. What ssshould I wear for the S.W.A.G game? Schrödinger, would you like to pick my outfit?" She sat down, and began rummaging through the receptacle. It would be a moment before she produced two black, athletic jumpsuits. "You have a choice between a black suit or this... other black suit-" Scritch. Scritch scratch. A soft scraping sound, diverted the girls attention away from her clothes. "What- Schrödinger, you better not be ssscratching on the bedpost again." She shot up immediately, ready to wrestle the grey creature away from the wooden post. She would find that the cat was not the source of the scratching noise. Unless well... he suddenly learned how to read and write- which was unfortunately not very likely.

Across her headboard, was a crudely carved sentence: S.W.A.G, today, dusk, fly pitch, bring broom. "Yes, yes, I know." Her little gloved hand balled itself into an angry fist. "Eaux, you little chikenshit-" She murmured. "-I hope you plan on fixing this later." She called out to her roommates house elf, who was now long gone. "Twit." She huffed, and rolled her eyes. Her hues darted to the etchings once again. Okay. It wasn't something that a little Repairo couldn't fix. Hopefully. She really didn't want that reminder looming over her head as she slept. With a sigh, she returned to whatever she had been doing, before the elf's bold act of vandalism. "Okay. Other black suit, it is. You are a wonderful little helper, Schrödinger." She had worn a similar jumpsuit at the last S.W.A.G game. But that one was a tad too small for her now. Over the summer she had started to... fill out. She was growing into her own skin. She had also grown a whole inch- which was very exciting. For her at least. She would return the remaining outfit to her trunk. As she did so; she eyed a broom that sat in one corner of the room. Right. Cant forget that. The metamorphs day, would roll along very slowly. When dusk finally arrived, the lioness would follow the order, that had been scratched into her headrest; and would begin to make her way to the Quidditch pitch.

One would think that after being flung off the Quidditch Stands, only to be caught by an eaglet on a rickety broom; that the Gryffindor would be scared of brooms- or flying in general. This was evidently not the case. If anything the experience drove her to attempt anything that would mimic whatever she felt, the night she fell. And what she felt was freedom. Pure freedom. She was dangerous on a broom- she was a danger to herself. A broom meant that she could now go anywhere. It was a way out. Xailah sat off to the side. Schrödinger melted into a spot next to the child. Xailah had purchased a new broom over the summer; with plans to pimp it up, while at school. The broom was one of many, very belated birthday presents- her birthday was on the 29th of June. The second-to-last day of the month. It was easily forgotten. She had not done much with the broom yet- as far as customization went, but she had started to manually remove the brooms original finish. She held the object in her lap, as she quietly scrubbed away at the boring chestnut polish; with a very small square of sandpaper. Removing it with a wand would have been faster, sure, but removing it by hand gave her time to think about a new color to make the broom. So far she was leaning towards a nice cherry finish. Or maybe even a black.

A little while ago, around the very beginning of the school year; Xailah had come across some weird... bobbles, laying on the ground. She had no idea what they were, or what their intended purpose was. They were certainly interesting though. They looked like regular game dice. Only they were bigger than game dice. And fuzzy. Their attachment via string, made it seem like they were meant to be hung on something. Perhaps they were Christmas ornaments? Xailah had never seen a fuzzy- oh wait no. There was this one god-awful, fuzzy Christmas ornament, of a pink bird, that her sister liked to put on the tree. So. Fuzzy ornaments were a thing. Well. The intended use of the dice no longer mattered, because now they hung on the end of the Gryffindors broom. They looked wonderfully strange, as they bobbed around. Xailah would wait for the S.W.A.G game to start. Occasionally she would be seen peering up to look at all the new faces joining the pitch. Sometimes she could also be seen shooing Schrödinger away from the accumulating pile of sawdust. She didn't want this to be a another S.W.A.G game, where she had to give him a bath afterwards. After a few moments, she would look up to see a familiar face nearby. "Ruby-" She called, waving the young snake over. "You look absolutely miserable ssstanding over there. You should come over here."

Pericles always rose before the sun, when it could be helped. He enjoyed the solitude of the early morn, the silence in the dorm at dawn, and having the freedom to pick his "favorite sink" in the boy's latrine. That scratching sound interrupted him in the midst of washing his face. Quickly snagging up a towel, he pat his cheeks and peered from the doorway just in time to see Eux take her leave. Tentative steps were taken towards the bed. The tips of freckled fingers traced the scratching, eliciting- of all things- a smile. Pericles beamed broadly, humming a happy, amused little note at the house-elf's cheekiness He committed the note to memory before producing his wand and whispering a discrete "Reparo."

Throughout his first year, the young wizard had endeavored to save up allowance. Pure-bloods were infamously pampered, but he had made a point of earning his broom, inspired by an impromptu game of catch your falling friend at the Blossom Ball. The precarious encounter had bolstered his confidence and ultimately resulted in a long stretch of Summer spent training. He had initially resented being unable to attend camp, but this paid off in the end, literally. Pericles arrived on the scene with a shiny new Silver Arrow, a specialized blue-tailed model with metallic varnish. The pale wood was stained silver, sleek-twigged brush dyed a deep blue, aerodynamic and aesthetic. Open silver stirrups projected practically from its silver socket. True to its namesake, it looked like a gleaming arrow with feathery cobalt fletching.

Unlike the equestrianism-wear worn at his first S.W.A.G romp, Pericles had donned something better suited to the cooling Scottish nights. Turtleneck, black coat, flexible trousers and comfortable patrolling boots, he was clothed from head to toe in black. Brass wire spectacles were put aside for the familiar set of flying goggles. Behind them, silver eyes swept the scene, the ghost of a grin playing on his lips. There were far more familiar faces this round. "Hello, Willow!" A wave was sent from the other side of the pitch, tone and gesture enthusiastic. The same was passed on to "Lucille!" While the idea of jousting either girl off of her broom was less than appealing, the chance to play (and grow stronger) with those he knew certainly was. Some were more unexpected than others. "Hello again, May," Peri greeted in passing, a hint of slyness to his smile, then "It's excellent to see you again, Alan." After enjoying the other boy's game of Tarantallegra tag, it was hardly a surprise to see him here.

It was evident Pericles was wandering with a purpose, examining each newcomer and return Swagger, seeking someone specific. He heard her before he spotted her- Xailah- and she had called another name he knew.... "Ruby?" The Gryffindor girl was joined with a toothy smile. Hardly anything needed to be said: Xailah was his first and closest friend at Hogwarts, he gravitated to her naturally. That excitement was then turned towards the Slytherin again, mutely sharing in Xailah's encouraging invitation. The Ravenclaw radiated with thinly veiled exuberance.

Serena sighed softly as she looked at the pitch from afar. It seemed a little odd returning to the area after the summer she had but this time, she had a completely different purpose. In fact, she was likely only here because of everything that happened. She knew one thing: she had to get better. Improving herself was the only way to be able to prevent what happened from happening again. She needed to stop being protected and be strong enough to protect. The game of Shuntbumps sounded mildly nervewrecking, in all honesty. But Serena knew that getting over her nerves was the first step in this journey. She had to stop being a mess.

At least by now, she ought to be so much better than that. Besides, the club was all about having fun. One thing she did enjoy more than anything was flying her broom around the place and since she quit training for Quidditch, this game seemed to be the best excuse she had to get outside and fly around. Though, she was fully expecting to be jousted right off her broomstick as soon as the game started. But hey, she had been through far worse.

Clutching her beloved broomstick, Serena made her way into the pitch. There were quite a few familiar looking faces around - fellow fourth years or hufflepuffs being the main people she recognised. If she caught anyone's eye - regardless of whether or not she knew them - she would greet them with a huge grin on her face and a quick "hi" if she was nearby. If a little further away, a nod would suffice.

Most of them seemed to have gathered into groups though, so she did not approach anyone in particular and instead, opted to just hover around.

Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 1 | Wisdom: 11 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 10
Silver Arrow: +3 to every stat
Abilities: Part-Goblin [Gobbledegook and Wandless] and Evasive Maneuvers

Not long after Flash had made his greeting, he was joined by the excitable footsteps of brightly red haired girl, someone he didn’t recognize. She seemed acquainted with the host, asking right away what the event would be. It seemed somewhat pointless to ask when they were the only members to have arrived so far, having arrived without a broom no less. It reminded him of the time Alan Vanes showed up to one of Professor Lian’s science experiments without knowing what they were going to do, nor wearing appropriate protective gear. Perhaps she was a Gryffindor too?

At the very least, she was kind enough to offer her hand. It wasn’t often that someone introduced themselves with a handshake before he had the chance to offer it himself, so the gesture gave him reason to smile and reciprocate the greeting gladly.

”Nice to meet you, Miss Scarlett. I’m Flash.” They shook, though her brimming energy seemed placed elsewhere.

Flash didn’t have time to ask her anything further, as he caught the faint glimpse of movement behind him. Even without seeing it directly, he knew what was happening. Perhaps it was the cadence of her running charge, or the faint smell of flowers in the air, but he easily recognized the presence of his beloved ‘sister’, grabbing her and using the momentum of her tackle to instead swing her around. She was so small and light that it caused no strain, thankfully. If it wasn’t for her slight stature he probably wouldn’t tolerate how much she used him as her own personal rickshaw.

”Willow!” Flash had no reason to acknowledge her, but the name came bubbling out of him with delight. Holding onto her he felt all the love and joy from the time they spent together over summer come flooding back. For mere seconds he forgot about all the other things that happened over summer.

Putting her down, she quickly busied herself with making friends, as though not time had passed since the last year. He was sure she was also a new member, she hadn’t mentioned being a part of S.W.A.G. before, and the two of them talked about nearly everything. That, unlike her friendship bracelets, was starting to change. He politely declined the addition of more bracelets with a wave of his hand. Having only one made it all the more valuable.

Another girl arrived, drawing her wand and talking to no one. Flash wasn’t about to encourage discussion with someone that didn’t want to talk, he would leave her alone. Next, a Slytherin he recognized waltz up, waving and smiling. Flash knew all the Slytherins in his year, he had made an effort to know at least that much, since they were his peers. Still, he hadn’t interacted with them to any noticeable degree. He knew their friends called them Cash, and that they were at that horrid fight club during summer. At least they seemed in good spirits.

Another girl, bright-eyed and freckled, also made no move to talk or interact with others. Seeing as it was the start of the year, Flash could assume a good deal of the students attending were new and didn’t know each other yet. Not surprising that they would be the first ones to show up, perhaps the other members were more used to Aurelia’s style of invitation, or knew what she meant by ‘dusk’.

From then, people arrived who Flash knew very well. First, a Slytherin prefect, Ruby Cazares. She had a mixed to bad reputation among the snakes, and predictably stood off to the side, slightly glowering and looking like she was above the rest of them. Well, perhaps she was. Flash made note not to get on the side of her righteous disdain. The next person though was a good friend, and actually prepared for the event this time. Flash’s analytical gaze changed into the friendly smile that Alan deserved.

”Yes, that’s right. Best of luck to both of us.” He gave Alan a nod before he continued on to greet Willow as well.

Loudly announcing herself with vehement anger, Anastasia was the next to arrive, outraged by the treatment Aurelia’s elf had given her. Flash couldn’t disagree, the whole affair had set him off as well, though by then enough time had passed that his indignation had simmered. No such simmering in Anastasia’s fire, it seemed. Flash was glad someone said something, it showed very little consideration for the members of the group that she cared so little about their comfort. Then again, whether Aurelia was to blame was not actually proven. Still worth mentioning all the same, though Flash would have put it differently. She seemed reticent to interact further, looking frustrated. Since Alan and Willow were preoccupied, Flash decided to come to her instead.

”Miss Anastasia.” Flash smiled, sidling up to her side. It was her who told him about the club after all, so it only seemed proper to greet her. ”I suppose you got a rude awakening as well?”

He caught sight of Xailah Alptraum arriving, a prefect he knew purely by nature of her being a prefect. She brought along her cat, it seemed, as well as customized her broom. Even without knowing her, one could tell she was better left to her own devices. She seemed to have some acquaintance with Miss Ruby anyway. The prefect brigade continued with the arrival of Pericles Dralt. If they had a Hufflepuff prefect they would have a whole set. His arrival gave Flash the names of exactly the two members who had refused to introduce themselves-- May and Lucille. Thanks, Pericles. Ravenclaws were always the best source of information. He was greeting everyone, though no moment was lost on his journey to Xailah. Either prefects always stuck together, or they were close. His face seemed to denote the latter.

Then, Flash was really shocked to see the next person shuffle in… the Hufflepuff’s star Quidditch player, Serena Towers. His body language likely showed it, he hadn’t expected to come face-to-face with her so out of the blue. He had been watching the Quidditch final avidly, especially her. He had his own fledgling aspirations for seekership, and her amazing performance in the game had served as inspiration. Of course, it was also terrifying to see how much she had to endure in her position, but it had paid off completely. He palled to think of facing her in some sort of broom game-- she would win for sure, wouldn’t she? Well.. he couldn’t just give up on the spot, that wasn’t him. When she noticed him looking at her, she waved pleasantly. Flash waved back a bit stupidly, perhaps more starstruck than he had any reason to be. Well, no, she really deserved to be put on a pedestal by the way that she played.

S.W.A.G. Game #4: Shuntbumps

Action: Greeting those who greeted him, moving to be beside Ana
Health: 800/800

Interacting with: @Scarlett Aden @Willow Anderson @Alan Vanes @Anastasia Beckett @Serena Towers
Mentioning: @Aurelia Notrésvace @May Moonstar @Cassandra Ironwoods @Lucille Williams @Ruby Cazares @Xailah Alptraum @Pericles Dralt

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(Information written in blue are effects of Flash's broom)
Stats: Sta: 7 (8) ★ Eva: 5 (6)★ Str: 7 ★ Wis: 10 ★ AP: 3 ★ Acc: 8 (10)
Abilities: Calming Presence, Sixth Sense
Broom: Comet 180
(+2 accuracy, +1 evasion, +1 stamina)
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Interacting with @Willow Anderson and @Flash Holmwood
Mentioning @Anastasia Beckett and @Aurelia Notrésvace

The 'Fit

As much as Eyre detested the idea of being at home, it was strange trying to readjust to waking up in the dormitory again. In fact, sometimes he'd forget that school had started at all. He woke up that day to the sound of metal scraping against wood. His eyes flickered open deliriously and tried to focus on the shape of a house elf that was standing at the foot of his bed, brandishing some sort of tool.

"Choux?..." Eyre murmured in confusion, trying to focus his bleary eyes. "...What the hell?... What're you doing with that knife?..."

Before he could process what was happening, the elf snapped its fingers and vanished into thin air. He rubbed at his eyes, the memories of being at school flooding back as he got out of bed and walked over to the headboard. Oh, for god's sake. The elf had carved something directly into the wood. Hopefully his parents wouldn't get the bill for that...as rich as they were, he knew that they'd still probably lose their shit.

As soon as he read it, it made sense to him. It was an invitation to a S.W.A.G meeting, of course. Considering how intense Aurelia was, anything less would be out of character. Although he'd signed up on his own volition, he felt the anxiety bubble up within him. Did Aurelia have something dangerous in store for them? And, if so, was he going to actually die this time around?

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Eyre got to the Quidditch pitch later than he would've liked, since he had to change out of his robes after getting dirty in the greenhouse. There were a lot of unfamiliar faces in the group that he hadn't met before, but Ana was the one person who caught his eye for obvious reasons. It made his stomach drop thinking about how much they could've bonded that year if they weren't both completely unhinged.

He decided to ignore her, for the sake of his sanity. Instead, he stood by a girl with pastel pink hair and her friend that was a bit shorter than he was. In an effort to pretend like he was cool and collected, he tried striking up a conversation with them.

"Hey, nice bracelets." He said, a nervous smile on his lips. This was probably the most social he'd tried to be since his life had effectively gone up in flames. As painful as it was, he didn't want to be a brooding weirdo around potential new friends. His blue eyed gaze drifted between the two of them, and he could feel his face turning pink. "I'm Eyre. Second year, Gryffindor."

Eyre started to over analyze the way that he was coming off to them. He'd largely gotten over his social anxiety since his first year at Hogwarts, but his poor mental health meant that his self-esteem was as fragile as an eggshell. Any sort of push in the wrong direction and he ran the risk of becoming completely despondent. It didn't help that his outfit probably made him look like a posh idiot, and his accent surely made him sound like a snob... God, he could feel himself spiraling already.

Eyre mentally shook the thoughts off, nervously fidgeting with his hands as he looked over to the brooms. "Either of you like brooms?" Wow, he sounded like a complete moron. He restructured his sentence, gesturing over at the stack of school brooms that Aurelia had.

"I've never been big on Quidditch, but flying is fun... I wonder what Aurelia has in store for us." His eyes faltered for a minute on Ana, swallowing dryly. He really hoped that he could get through this meeting in one piece... figuratively and literally.

Action: Arriving on the pitch.

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Talent:
Parselmouth

Broom:
School Broom

Stats:
STAMINA: 5
EVASION: 6
STRENGTH: 7
WISDOM: 7
ARCANE POWER: 5
ACCURACY: 5

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Interacting with @Pericles Dralt & @Xailah Alptraum

Unsettling Aura Activated

River’s head snapped up towards her bed as the sound of scraping on wood caught her attention. She had been packing the last few supplies into her bag for the day, before the sight of a creature had somehow appeared at the side of her bed. Her eyes barely managed to capture them before they snapped out of view, and something was left in their wake. She quickly made her way over to the bed, and ran a finger over the carved words in the wood. She rolled her eyes in annoyment and let out a sigh of exasperation, well, at least she now knew who’d been there, and their reasons for coming. What she didn't understand was how conveying the message this way was any easier than writing it on a piece of parchment. One could only imagine how future games of SWAG would be introduced to the members of the club. She did hope the others also got the note this way, and that it wasn’t just because the houself had anything against her in particular…

It was about time to head down to the pitch for the first game of the semester. New broom in hand, she quickly walked along the corridors, navigating her way towards the grounds and the quidditch pitch. Taking a nice scan of her newly acquired broom, a smirk made it to her lips. She’d spent a lot of money on it, and now she would finally get to test it out. Hopefully it wouldn’t send her to the ground during the game this evening, that wouldn’t be the best introduction to a new broom at all. Though one could never really predict what would happen at these games.

Multiple people had already made their way to the pitch before River quickly stepped on over. There were many familiar faces there, and some of them were new to the club. That was exciting, the club was growing to be quite popular around here. As it should be, there was no doubt it was some of the most fun activities River had been a part of. Greeting everyone with a smile and a nod as she walked to the group of students waiting for the game to begin, slightly opposing the strange unsetlling feeling that followed the girl. Walking over to some familiar people, she smiled and waved as she approached some of her fellow prefects. “Nice to see you Xailah”, she smiled to the gryffindor. “Hey Pericles.”, nodding to the white haired boy with a smile. “You excited for the game?” , she asked and looked over to where Aurelia was standing, wondering what they would even be playing as their first game for the school-year.

Action: Arrive

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Race and Abilities: Dhampir (Unsettling Aura Activated) & Perfectionist
Broom: Cleansweep 1 (+2 acc, +2 wis)
Stats:
Stamina| 7
Evasion| 6
Strength| 4
Wisdom| 10 (12)
ArcPower| 6
Accuracy| 7 (9)

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There were more arrivals in the next few minutes. Alan was the first of these, a boy she had met in her first year and played a pretend game with. They had not spoken much, if at all, since then, but it was still a precious memory to her. Anastasia was next. The Beckett child was Ruby's best friend, or so she had thought. She wasn't quite sure where they stood now. Her icy eyes tracked the Gryffindor as she moved. What had happened to her? Her dresses had been replaced with a leather jacket, and she just felt… wrong. Ana had stopped contacting her this summer and she was worried sick, but at least she was here. Alive. Even if she seemed mentally scarred and something had changed.

Why hadn't Ruby tried to talk to her since they had been back at school? Truth be told, she was scared. Scared to make the wrong decision, scared to say something that blew up in her face and ended the friendship. Whenever Ana was ready, surely she would say something to Ruby. At least the Slytherin wasn't being singled out with this treatment—Ana had apparently done it to all her friends. The hesitant gaze lingered for a moment longer and then darted away. It was painful to spend time thinking about this, and today was not the right day to waste on it.

She was dimly aware that she was being watched, even if it was only for a second and similarly to how she was identifying the newcomers. A suspicious look was briefly cast at the boy who she vaguely recognised as a Slytherin in the year below her, but her attention was pulled away by her name being called. A frown was turned to a smile as she saw Xailah nearby, indicating that she should come over. The younger girl did so, joining the Gryffindor. She considered her a friend despite them not having met many times, since she felt the bond of friendship was present regardless of how much they had interacted.

Pericles, a definite friend of hers after they had met in January of the last school year and got along wonderfully, had arrived and settled beside Xailah. The Ravenclaw also seemed to be welcoming Ruby enthusiastically and her smile did not waver as she took up a spot with them. She was grateful that they were so generously including her. “Have you two been in this club for long?” she asked, wondering if they were as new to it as she was. Another girl came over and spoke to the other two prefects and Ruby watched silently with a blank face.

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Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to every stat)
Abilities: N/A
Statistics: Stamina: 7 (10) | Evasion: 7 (10) | Strength: 5 (8) | Wisdom: 10 (13) | Arcane Power: 7 (10) | Accuracy: 10 (13)

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Before calling her over, Xailah had caught a few glimpses of Ruby staring at another girl; who was presumably participating in the game. Either that girl had something on her face, or Ruby knew her. Xailah assumed the latter, but later questioned why Ruby hadn't gone to talk to the girl. Were they enemies? Or did Ruby just like staring at people? Now probably wasn't the best time to ask such questions. It wasn't long before the metamorph heard some footsteps approaching. Not Ruby's, though. Xailah turned slightly, to find her friend Pericles making his way towards her. He was dressed like a little beatnik. All he was missing was a beret. "Oh hallo. I didn't know you ssstarted responding to the name Ruby." The Gryffindor teased, resting her hands on her chin. She absentmindedly looked down, her eyes falling on the broom in his hand. It was natural really- the thing was just so shiny. How could she not notice it? Her pupils grew large, as she watched the light dance off of the metallic finish. One of her brows quirked, in an intrigued manner. Good god, you're going to blind someone with that. She didn't say it, but she certainly thought it.

It wasn't a bad thing. If anything it could give the Ravenclaw an advantage. Because, goodness it was distracting. "Nice broom. You plan on trying out for the Quidditch team, or something?" She quietly inquired, before adding: "We should go for a ride sssometime. See how fast that thing can really go." She laughed, in a sing-song sort of way. Ruby would find her way over to the lion and the bird, as would a new face. Well, not exactly new in the sense that it was unfamiliar- Xailah was familiar with River. She just wasn't used to seeing her in her vicinity. The lioness had to do a double take when the other Ravenclaw joined the group. The red-headed girl seemed to be radiating this... aura. Xailah looked around for someone specific. She had felt the feeling before. She felt it whenever Kaegen was near. But Kaegen was nowhere to be seen. Whatever happened to Kaegen anyways? One of his monsters must have gotten to him. It was a little confusing at first. One could see it riddled across her face, before she relaxed.

"Its nice seeing you too-" Her gold hues continued to wander, in search of a face, that most likely didn't exist anymore. "River." Her search would come to a pause, as her eyes gravitated towards the ginger. "You're doing well, I hope?" She would ask, offering the young bird a small smile; before leaving her to mingle with Pericles. Xailah wasn't particularly close to the girl, River- hardly knew a thing about her really, but that didn't mean she didn't like her. The fiery red-head seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. She was a slippery thing too. Didn't come across as spineless, unlike some other people Pericles associated himself with. So in short, River seemed respectable enough. Chances were, she would probably make a great ally. Xailah would turn to Ruby. The girl seemed rather quiet- not that Ruby was supposed to be loud or anything. Ruby had always come across as a quiet child. This particular quiet just seemed to be of the sad, and brooding variety. It was a quiet that the metamorph was unfortunately rather familiar with.

Standing up, Xailah would proceed to kick the little pile of sawdust away; so Schrödinger wouldn't roll in it. The little particles of wood jumped into the air, before distributing themselves all over the ground. The fuzzy dice, that hung from the end of her Moontrimmer, bobbed in a lively manner. The snake would inquire about the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw duo's time as club members. The lioness peered over at Pericles, as if he had all the answers. "Not sure about him; but I've been in the club for about five months, I think. So, yes, if you consider five months long." She smiled at the snake- the smile would begin to waver, as Rubys face began to fall into a neutral position. Had the girl zoned out? "Ruby? How are you feeling?" The Gryffindors brows knit together slightly. She still wanted to ask about the girl that the serpent had been staring at; but the metamorph instead continued to beat the question, into the back of her mind.

The lioness would then remember something for whatever reason. Well, she probably remembered because she suddenly found herself looking at a kid (Flash), that she had ran into only a few hours prior to the S.W.A.G meetup. "Meenauh and I had the ssstrangest encounter, before dinner." She said, loud enough for the three other prefects to hear. "See that boy? The one with the Comet 180, who was talking to the girl with the pink hair?" She discreetly gestured in the direction of the brunette lad. "His name is Flash. Meenauh and I ran into him on our way to the great hall. Meenauh saw him first. He appeared to be watching the head of Slytherin very closely, and was writing something in a journal." Xailahs feline gaze narrowed at the boy, before darting away. "I'm pretty sure he's been ssstalking anyone who has some sort of authority, over the ssstudent body. Including prefects. He knew my name- that isn't something people just know. The majority of my housemates, don't even know who I am." That boy just didn't sit right with her. Him knowing who she was, bothered her quite a bit. "Might want to keep an eye on him, or else you'll find a nice excerpt about yourself, in that little book of his." She stated, before giving her fellow prefects a nonchalant shrug.

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It was not too long before members looking for a death wish showed up to the rendezvous. Some whom the S.W.A.G club leader had seen in the games well others were fresh new faces expecting for some fun. Fun they would receive but only with a few complimentary bruises and a ticket to the hospital wing. It seemed that most of the members knew her name, she was the leader of the club and host of this game after all. Unfortunately, Aurelia could only reciprocate with a smile when they had greeted her. She would not be of knowledgeable of more than half of their names, especially if the only place she came across their names was on a measly piece of parchment that made of their club application.

Once a decent number of her member arrive, Aurelia would beckon them closer, dispersing them from little cliques they had formed to a huge group surrounding her. However, as they neared, they would feel a strange sentiment in the air like a layer of fog sending unsettling chills down their spines. (TP Ana and Aurelia, Aura from River.) She would then explain the game, "Welcome to the first Spells, Wands and Games session of the year. Today we will be playing a variation of game of Shuntbumps. Some of those who were here last year might have some experience with this game." She paused, her blue hues scanning around for a particular individual.

With the end of her broom, she pointed to a pale Ravenclaw girl not too far from where she was standing, "Miss Dewlight there, won last year's game, perhaps she might be win another."she said with a shrug.

Now back to the point. "Shuntbumps is a very simple form of broomstick-jousting where players would try to knock the others of their broom in attempts to be the last remaining mounted. As you all are well aware, physical attacks are not permitted in the Spells, Wands and Games club. Therefore, spells would be used instead. The last player on their broom wins! If you don't have a broom, grab one of the school brooms Professor Jemari has kindly lent us for this game. Head up to the skies and start on my signal. For your safety, you are to stay no more than 30 feet above the ground. " She explained.

Aurelia would ascend on her broom, assuming the others would follow. After everyone was on their brooms, the fourth year would cast a red sparks charm up into the skies, creating an array of a lights to signalling the start of the game.

Please post your actions in a reducio below. Those with calming presence, include the names of allies. Those with Unsettling Aura, state if your ability active or not. You have until the 12th to post.

Interacting with @Eyre Reeves, @Flash Holmwood
Mentioning Everyone

Willow didn't realize how big the club was until more and more people arrived on the pitch. Standing by Flash as he greeted some people, others stood off to the side gauging their competition. Honestly, Willow was just happy to be there. Especially when a new friend approached to admire her bracelets. She grinned wide, quite proud of her work. But was caught off guard with their question of 'Do you like brooms?' "I'm Willow, 2nd year Hufflepuff. I like brooms, but I like flying more. I'm on the Quidditch team and a great broom can get you quite far." She tapped her broom that was resting in the crook of her right arm. "That's why I'm so excited to try this bad boy today. It's a silver arrow~" Her wide smile turned more into a smirk. Usually she was someone that people didn't take much of a second look at in terms of being intimidating. But today was not one of those days.

The last Quidditch game taught her that if you're going down, you better go down fighting hard because you just might pull out in the end. She looked around and spotted the brilliant seeker, Serena, that had decided to quit. She almost felt bad, knowing that she was now the second string seeker since she could never be keeper again after that last game. Maybe their reasons were similar, maybe they were different. But now was not the time to find out.

The friendship fiend pocketed her bracelets and mounted up on her broom as soon as Aurelia moved towards the skies. With a quick shoulder bump to her brother and a hurried "Good luck." To both him and Eyre before launching up to a solid 30 feet. One hand gripped tight to her broom, her legs tucked behind her and steady. One hand gripping her Alder Wood wand. There was no hesitation when the red sparks went up she quickly turned to wherever Flash had gone and shouted out a quick, "Rictusempra!" While he was her brother, and she would be loyal to him to the end... This was a competition. If there was any one she knew that was going to be fierce competition for her, it would be him. So she might as well try to take him out now.

For Modding ||
Health (1000/1000)
Action || Casting Rictusempra @Flash Holmwood

Reducio

Abilities || Lovely Creature
You are very distracting to look at. This increases the Control DC of spells in duels and adventures by +2 as well as the DC for finding things in adventures or the DC for finding the snitch in a game of Quidditch. This ability does not stack.
Stats || Stamina 7 (10) / Evasion 6 (9) / Strength 5 (8) / Wisdom 10 (13) / ArcPower 6 (9) / Accuracy 7 (10)
Broom || Silver Arrow +3 to every stat, added above for ease