Three Ships Arrival: Durmstrang, Ilvermorny & Mahoutokoro

Mentions/Interactions: @Henry Knight as Charles Alluring, @Lucia Fox as Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin, @Draven Mirador as Artemis Ladrian @Logan Baird as Rosella Sokolov & @Vienna Goodwin as Grayson Ellis
Color code: #2b8104
Speaking:
Bold = Russian
Italicized = English
Action: Shoving Cassie lightly if perms, Holding back the two fiery steeds (Artemis & Charles) from drowning Grayson (though he deserves it) and verbally threatening Rosella to shut up.

The entire students began to have an uproar, the fiery girl whose flames got put out by having a gnarly splash in the water, Artemis (@Draven Mirador)took a step towards a poor Beauxbaton girl, wanting to hurt anyone and everyone in her path. Another Beauxbaton girl whom went by the name Cassie (@Lucia Fox) showed up and began throwing insults at his schoolmate. For some reason where one came another followed and it was severely beginning to tick him off. He'd remember that Charles and this chick had a thing going on so he'd turn to yell at Charles. "Oi Charles get your girlfriend on a damned leash before she ends up in the water too. I don't care if you want to rip off the Ilvermorny's student's heads but tell her to back off." Milosh spat out, eyes narrowed in distaste. He'd give her a quick shove backwards and an unamused look before returning to the boy's side, cracking the joints in his neck. Now where were they?

Just as Artemis had began to cool down again, a mocking voice split through the crowd drawing her and Charles' attention. Both of the Durmstrang students went to batter him, trying to send him into the water. He'd reach out to grab their robe's collars, hauling them both backwards lightly so if they boy tried pulling them in by their legs they wouldn't suffer their cold fate again. He'd go to swat both of them on the back of the head lightly, frowning. "Teach him a lesson but don't drown him, if you end up in the water again we'll all get sick and then have to come up with a damn good excuse to tell the Headmaster." The blonde scolded both of them, not liking to have to be the responsible one for once.

Another Russian voice hit his ear, a taunt towards Charles and he'd put a hand on the boy's shoulder to cool him, giving him a glare before turning and marching towards the girl, blonde curls stuck to his forehead. He'd grab for her wrist, the one she was holding to cast the Umbrella Charm, hoping to make her loose focus. "That spell only protects you from the rain above, you should bite your tongue before you get pushed in too." His voice crept out in a small hiss, pretty pissed off at this point. He'd let go of her wrist, scoffing and turning back to the other two, glancing at the mess of students around him and merely rolling his eyes.

Who's great idea was it to bring them all together again?

PEOPLE YOU MEET MAKE LIFE BEAUTIFUL.

Dylan had arrived at Hogwarts. The first thing he wanted to do was get through the formalities and then maybe go and find his friend who was studying in the Hogwarts School. He wanted to re connect with Damii. he had missed his friend a lot. He was happy to be here, no doubt about it. He looked around hoping that his friend would have come. He was not sure if Eliza would be here. He looked around hoping to spot her. He was not sure that he would see her to be honest. He looked near and far from where he was. He wanted to get this, whatever this was to be over so he could go ahead and met Damii but he wouldn't leave this just yet. He was here which was pretty exciting. He had not been out of the school that much. He was happy and he was smiling. he looked around the place trying to see if he knew anyone. He wanted to meet new people. He was with so many people yet he felt lonely. He didn't know what to do or where he should look for a friend. He didn't know how he had been in this situation.

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Roleplaying as Ilvermorny iNPC Grayson Ellis

mentions: Milosh Rehnquist @Annie Morgan interactions: Charles Alluring @Henry Knight, Artemis Ladrian @Draven Mirador

wordcount: 670 words outfit: ilvermorny uniform

The dark haired boy seemed to be having the time of his life taunting the Durmstrang students. But of course, it backfired. Karma, perhaps? Eh, whatever. His thoughts were cut short as his gaze was diverted to an older blonde. Durmstrang, perhaps? Yeah. He looked pretty angry. Five feet and five inches was definitely tall for Grayson's age, but nothing compared to this guy. He looked to be in about his third year, maybe fourth? He had heard something about Durmstrang doing their year system differently. However old he was, Grayson didn't really care.

"Am I?" Grayson replied to the older boy's question. "Hm, dunno. Seems quite entertaining. What about you all? You seem to be having the time of your life," he sneered, looking up at the blonde. Intimidation would not work for Grayson. He had spent practically years facing stuck-up guys like this one, and his antics really did anything but scare him. In fact, the older boy's anger and attempts at intimidation only made Grayson's teases more satisfying.

Of course, the reckless Horned Serpent didn't expect any of the threats to be serious. Besides, the Durmstrang student's fate had been an accident. It wasn't really directly Grayson's fault, or Ilvermorny's, really. So self-defense wasn't an excuse. Who would push a random student into a lake on purpose for no real reason? "Oh god, I'm so scared," he mocked, staring innocently as he held back his laughter. "I'm so scared I'm about to piss my pants-" he began, before rudely being interrupted.

He pouted as the boy grabbed his shirt. "Ok, first of all, that is expensive and very high-quality fabric so if you rip that-" he began. He turned, realizing another student had joined them. Probably another one of his friendly Durmstrang buddies. Seriously, his first couple minutes at Hogwarts, and he was already getting ganged up on? This was not how he was expecting to start the experience.

"Second of all," he said, raising his hands. "I mean, we could talk this out. I mean, come on. First day at Hogwarts, might as well spread some positivity!" He said with a forced smile as he shrugged. Sadly his proposition didn't work. He pursed his lips as he felt himself get pushed into the lake. "Or not."

Another student, who seemed to be acquainted with Grayson's other two pals, attempted to stop, or save, he really didn't know, them, pulling them backward by the collars of their robes. But by then it was too late. The boy stumbled backward into the lake. Luckily, he was quite an expert at swimming. It wasn't the first time he had been chucked into a lake, or ocean, if he was gonna be honest. Plus, he was from California after all. But this lake was nothing like the warm, sunny, waters of San Francisco. This was cold, very very cold.

That was really his only problem, though. The boy easily floated to the top, taking a gasp of air. The area he had been tossed into hadn't been as deep as the center of the lake, and he hadn't swallowed any water, luckily. Heaven knows what was in that water. Squid piss? Mermaid sweat? Did mermaids even sweat? He paddled to shore, an irritated on his face. He looked up at the Durmstrang students responsible with a frown.

"Okay, that was very uncalled for," he looked down at his soaked uniform. "I probably look like a mop," he grumbled faintly, squeezing the water out of his long hair. Did he feel bad now that he knew what the Durmstrang students had been through? No. Was he still mad? Yes.

"What the hell was that for?" Obviously the relentless tormenting he had thrown at them. But he thought it would still be nice to ask. He pulled out his wand out of defensive instinct, although, it was a bit useless. The older boy was probably above him when it came to magic, too. Oh well. Maybe he'd just poke his eye out.

Reducio

charles's accuracy: 17 + 11 = 28
grayson's evasion: 11 + 7 = 18 (didn't evade)

eh he very much deserved it

ooc:Excuse the awkward writing, this is the first Sara post I had to write apart from the application

If people would be brave enough to stare into his eyes, they would be puffy and teary from his earlier weeping. Before even stepping into Hogwarts, he had already done something wrong. Their professors have given them 1 job.

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To not be intimidating. A thing things Sara was rather known for. Distraught over the news, he had spent most of his time onboard tearing up. Too busy with practicing how to smile with a napkin in hand for his tears, he forgot about the vague ‘fighting’ part of his professor's instructions. A good thing to forget, because that info will only cause more tears to the poor boy. This was not a wonderful start to Sara’s first time in Hogwarts. But he tried to keep it as optimistic as he could.

Unlike back in Mahoutokoro, he did not have the reputation of an angry-looking boy with a face that looked like he was planning world domination. Coming to Hogwarts meant for him to practice his newfound ability in being able to converse with others without the usual short sentences he was used to.

Hi. Morning. Night. Hungry.

Shorter words were just a way to accommodate his shyness. But that was in the past! Meeting new friends would be his main goal this time! They appreciated people who could speak more than one word. It helped that there weren’t a lot of students coming along the trip with him. Most of them were first years who may not have known the 3rd year alongside his reputation as ‘the kid who cried a lot in the bathrooms’. He would hope to get to know them better on this visit. [no one is safe from him, I'm looking at you, Mahoukotoro nerd group]

He came off the arrival boat a little later than most due to hastily finding his raincoat in his trunk, utterly forgetting that he very well knew an umbrella spell already. It wouldn’t matter as he now wore a thick, see-through waterproof raincoat. Under it, a satchel could be seen. He needed a place to put back his raincoat after all.

With silence, he arrived at the shore where small boats were placed. They didn't hold his attention for long, not with the gigantic castle in view. My god it was such a great castle. Hogwarts. An unexplored area he had yet to make fond memories from. He chose one boat and got rowing alone, a bit too eager to arrive quickly. Stopping occasionally just to gawk at it more. Magnificent!

Finally, he had arrived on the grounds of Hogwarts. From a closer look, the castle was much bigger than he thought it was. Which only caused him to smile even brighter. In awe of the architecture from the outside, he stood his ground for longer than a few minutes with just his raincoat protecting him from the rain.

Of course, he wouldn't stay here all day. But he wouldn't mind conversing with anyone if they were brave enough to start a conversation.

Interacting: Open to interactions

Interacting as: Louca Reynard Interacting with: Astrid Olsen (@Anastasia Varney) Menting: Charles Alluring (@Henry Knight and Hailey Farin (@Selena Arden (open to interactions)

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Louca’s arm was twisted behind his back, and he could certainly say he was over this whole conversation. Really, it wasn’t like the students had any control over where the ships had come up and he had done nothing to any of them, other than try to have conversations. Louca quickly replied to the student. ”You missed part of the conversation. I said you all had a right to be grumpy considering the whole capsizing thing.” Louca was taken by surprise when he was pushed, ending up on his knees. Before getting up and brushing off his knees, he took a deep breath and thought to himself, It’s fine. Better to hide behind a smile, and we can whoop their butts.

Louca stood up and looked around, catching a glimpse of someone who seemed to be glaring in his direction. He debated heading that way but decided it would be better to allow them to calm down, because obviously the stare down did not invite one over and Louca wanted a moment to recover from his last encounter.

Louca searched for the girl he had interacted with while in the lake, deciding that if she was surrounded by larger or cranky looking people he’d stay away, but if it looked like they had cooled down, he’d try another approach. Walking carefully through the crowds, he stopped occasionally to say hi and make nice.
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[quote] [quote]Thanks to Little Miss Murder, Cassie's neck was starting to ache, and when Artemis took another step forwards, it started to get hard for her to swallow and harder for her to talk. Instinctively, she lifted her chin up, bending her throat just out of the way. "I have no fricking idea what you're saying."

Cassie was completely prepared to start a fight - right here, right now - if necessary, but Charles apparently wasn't prepared to watch one. He stepped in front of Cassie, effectively severing Artemis and Cassie's mutual death glares, acting as Cassie's human shield. She appreciated the sentiment, and it was sweet how his instinct was to protect her, but, as Little Miss Murder so correctly put it, Cassie wasn't in need of a knight in shining armour; especially one who was speaking in Russian. (Although this did mean that Cassie could finally rub the sore spot from where Artemis' wand had pressed into her skin, which was welcome.)

Cassie made to move forwards, but found herself being pushed back again by Blondie, who deserved the growl that Cassie aimed his way not just for shoving her but because he was also speaking in Russian.

"Will someone please speak English around here?!" Cassie grumbled, stepping out from behind Charles so that she wasn't facing Artemis again, but could still keep an eye on her at least. "Or French. I could do French." The only words Cassie could make out from the Durmstrang kids' speech right now were the names of their school, and the American one. Ilvermorny.

Strangely, after New Girl's words, Artemis - apologised. The shock of it was almost enough to make Cassie forget about the downpour they were stuck in, but she pulled herself together. "Like heck you do." And Cassie was sure gonna pick up at some point.

The three Durmstrangs - Charles, Artemis, and Blondie - looked like a cliqué of stereotypical bullies from an American kids' TV show. They were even cracking their knuckles and everything. "For goodness' sake." It was clear that revenge was still on their minds, and Cassie wasn't sure how to react. Usually, of course, she was all for karma, but this was a little different in that the Ilvermorny students themselves were innocent here. It was more their headmaster's fault for not checking that the coast was clear before ordering the ship to surface. So, while Ilvermorny needed retribution, Cassie didn't know who the retribution should be for.

As it turned out, the choice was made for her when Charles leaned over and switched to French. "You bet I'm going to hit you in the head later," Cassie hissed.

The Durmstrang Revengers approached an obnoxious Ilvermorny boy who was having fun teasing his Russian counterparts about their fall in the lake. Cassie approved of their choice of victim in that at least it wasn't someone who had done nothing wrong, but still jumped when Charles and Artemis, in one swift move, pushed him into the water.

And then Ro turned up, but - to Cassie's dismay - started speaking in Russian. From the smirk on her face, the Beauxbatons girl was fairly sure she wasn't saying anything particularly helpful, and that made Cassie groan. It also made Blondie switch targets, except that Cassie didn't know what he was saying because HE WAS STILL SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN. (Cassie really needed to learn Russian.)

The Ilvermorny boy managed to get out of the lake and stood, dripping water everywhere and shivering in the storm, on the shore. The tension was so high that Cassie was pretty sure it could rival Mount Everest. It was down to Cassie, who was apparently the only sane person here (possibly not including Ro and Blondie), to step in. So she stepped forwards, into the middle of everything. "EVERYONE SHUT UP." That was a good start. Presuming everyone did, indeed, shut up, Cassie would continue. "Everyone needs to get inside, and I don't fricking care who's being an idiot and who's not because I don't know about you but I'm severely in need of hot chocolate and a warm shower. I will drag you inside if you won't come yourself." The last sentence would be directed towards those who had fallen (or been pushed) in the lake. "We need... food. And warmth. Is there a magical version of foil blankets?" And the rain still came down.

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Name: Hiro Bakugo | School: Mahoutokoro
Date: 03/19/22 | Time: 05:45PM | Ency: ✕ | Hair Color: Pastel Pink
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Winnie's comment about the only shoes being thrown at her coming from a closet or trunk overflowing made him smile again. "That makes you lucky, then!" Hiro said and was amused when a blush came to Winnie's cheeks. What had he said to incur that kind of reaction? Hiro didn't think he'd said anything flirtatious yet, had he? Both seemed lost in their own thoughts until, they were broken out of them by the other.

The girl's interest in flowers and the things you could make with them was fun! It totally suited her pink appearance. She reminded him of springtime.

Hiro raised a brow when she said he'd look good in a flower crown.

"Hm. I've never tried it before but yeah I could see that, it could be fun!" He said with a smile. But when she turned the conversation to hair and dyes, Hiro looked a bit more animated. He really loved anything having to do with hair and fashion. "Mm! I love styling hair and am a big fan of fashion too. I've dyed my hair too many times to count, it's so much fun to change your appearance!" Hiro said.

"My natural hair color is black but I tend to use the blond version when it comes to official business. However, sometimes I prefer being more colorful and choose a color that stands out a lot. They wanted me to keep a low profile and wanted me to use black or blond but I thought that was too ordinary and plain. But I acted like I would keep the blond for the Hog trip."

"But I ended up changing it at the last second."

"And they didn't have time to force me to turn it back again!"

"I also kept running away from them every time they tried to use a spell to change it to another color again." Hiro said with a laugh, finding it funny.

"They eventually gave up once we docked." Hiro added and nodded when Winnie said it was nice to meet him. "You too. I look forward to seeing more of you!" He said with a smile. And then the conversation turned towards his Mahoutokoro roommate. The things she said about Mathias were interesting but Hiro didn't respond with anything relating to him. If she didn't know something relating to Mathias Pride.....

Well, it was probably because he didn't want her to know.

Or he hadn't gotten around to it yet.

"Mm. It's how we say his name in Japanese." Hiro told her, not seeing any need to hide this particular information. Pretty much anyone could find that out.

He watched as she wiped her eyes with a sleeve of her parka. As she went on a long spiel regarding her feelings for Mathias and her insecurities, Hiro continued to listen. But he didn't really react or say much, until she was done. "I don't know. The only one who would know would be Mathias. If he hasn't explained anything to you yet, that means he's still thinking about it. I'm sure he'll eventually give you a response. As to when, remains to be seen. But one day it will happen."

It was true.

One day, Winnie would get a response from Mathias.

Whether or not that response was positive or negative remained to be seen. The tears that had welled up into her eyes reminded him of a certain fellow student from Mahoutokoro. What was his name again? Ah, right. Sara Kohana. On the boat ride over, the poor boy had been in tears. He wasn't entirely sure why but it had been out of the ordinary, which was why he'd remembered. Hiro had spent some time with him before.

Not only back at Mahoutokoro but also on the way over, along with all the other students on board, but hadn't really gotten to him know too well yet. But there was always a first time for everything! He would eventually get to know everyone really well, his stubborness would make sure of that. Speak of the devil. Sara pulled up to the shore in one of the rowboats and started to pass by him. "Hey, Sara!" Hiro called out.

He wasn't sure if Sara would hear him or not though.

After all, the boy looked a bit nervous and distracted for some reason.

Notes: N/A

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| Interacting with: @Winnie Harper |
| Mentioning: @Hanako Tone as Sara Kohana |
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OOC: I do not share the same views and opinions as Charles

Reducio

Incendio WDC: 9
Wisdom roll: [d20:5]+4=9, success

Stamina: 7| Evasion: 10| Strength: 12| Wisdom: 4| Arcpower: 5| Accuracy: 11| Obnoxiously Strong | Lovely Creature | Evasion Maneuver
Vienna Goodwin, feel free to roll for Charles casting incendio duo at Grayson or have it auto hit

Stephen hadn't rushed to join the mass of students clamoring to get into the boats that would take them safely(?) to the shores of the Scottish highlands. He'd been privileged to have traveled to a good number of places on this miraculous planet, but Scotland had not been one of them. He'd also been excited to come here ever since learning at Ilvermorny that a spring trip was planned. For one thing, he desperately wanted to be able to check out the Hogwarts Astronomy Tower. Yes, there was history of wizarding wars and school wars associated with the tower, but Stephen, quite honestly, couldn't care less about that. He was interested in the night sky over Scotland and wanted to see first hand how much of a difference there would be from what he had been used to seeing in California, and most recently, Massachusetts.

Standing back and biding his time, he looked out over the waters of the lake. He could see, and hear, a mixture of distressed and furious Durmstrang students who had capsized into the waters. He did not understand the languages he was hearing, but what he could glean from the raucous outbursts amidst the wheezing and choking and cough sputters was that they were most certainly angry with Ilvermorny. Already? How was that even possi – and then Stephen landed on his working theory. The emergence of Ilvermorny’s Mistress' Mercy had caused some of the Durmstrang boats to capsize. Well, yet one more reason to hang back.

Stephen had zero appetite for fighting. He could do it. He would do it. He'd done it when he felt there was no other avenue out of a situation. But he much preferred competition to fighting. That's where he liked to get his aggressions out. It was just more friendly and more sportsmanlike.

He tried looking up to the skies, but there was a cloud cover and the rain was still coming down. So be it. He finally climbed into one of the last boats and grabbed and oar. There were a few people, more people than he would have expected, in the boat with him. They were all wearing rain slickers and hunkered down, so he could not see who was going to be a part of his landing party.

Hearing the raindrops pelting loudly against his own rain slicker, he quietly rowed, eager for the adventures that would await him at Hogwarts.

Open for any interaction, good or bad.