Three Ships Arrival: Durmstrang, Ilvermorny & Mahoutokoro

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Interacting With: @Kim Sato as Hiro Bakugo | @Hanako Tone as Sara Kohana | @Hui Ming as Aryaan Shamsi

Outfit: ꕤ | ꕤ

Mentioning: @Mathias Pride

Date: March 19th, 2022

"Does it?" She supposed so. She was aware she was luckier than a lot of her peers. Magic also helped with her attire, the ability to change the colours of her garments with a simple transformation charm was helpful. Any non-pink items she owned had almost all been transformed into some shade of pink. She was a young teen chipping away at a marble block, sculpting a masterpiece that would take years to create and would form her self-identity. "Are you into fashion? If you want, I could show you some of my clothes. There are a lot of pink pieces that could be unisex."

So Hiro was obviously into hair, it made Winnie wonder how the boy would style her ridiculously long locks if given the opportunity. No one at their school had really bothered asking why the girl kept her hair so long, but it was for rather trivial reasons; after reading the fairytale Rapunzel as a child, Winnie had wanted to see if someone could really grow their hair that long. After she had grown older, her long hair brought her comfort, offering the ability to hide her face beneath the long copper curtain. "That is amazing, I admire your talent and dedication to your craft. Do you use a spell to colour your hair? I've only ever coloured mine once and it was with a spell, I'm too nervous to use hair dye.... Also, I am pretty sure I would need several boxes of it."

At Hiro's explanation, she couldn't stop her heart from sinking. She should have known better than to ask a stranger, but her sorrow and the chance to try and understand the mess she was in had gotten the best of her. She bit down on her lower lip and nodded, her eyes cast downwards. "... I don't think he'll ever tell me, but thank you. Sorry for asking you such a personal question." She wanted to fade away into the background or try to hunt Mathias down again, but Hiro had told her to hold on while he greeted his other classmates.

As she approached she noted there was a boy who had either been crying or was allergic to the pollen in the air, as his eyes seemed to be quite puffy. She noticed instantly because of her tendency to admire people's eyes upon first meeting them. Winnie wondered if perhaps the boat ride had made him nervous and felt a bit sorry for him. Sara was his name, according to Hiro. He greeted him in English, so she assumed he perhaps spoke the language as well. Another boy arrived, he spoke in a different language at first but soon switched over to English. His cheerful demeanour put her at ease. What had he called Sara? Senpai? Was that his full name, Sara Senpai?

It was lucky for Sara that Winnie always kept a handkerchief on her. When one cried as much as Winnie did, they quickly learned tissues were important. With her ability to use the cleaning charm, she could always keep a fresh handkerchief on her person. She slid the satchel Mathias had tossed at her earlier over her head and shoulder to free up her hands. She reached into the pocket of her pastel pink parka to withdrew the small piece of fabric. With a smile, she would offer it to the weeping boy. If he accepted it, he might notice that someone (her mother) had taken the time to carefully embroider a plump ginger cat onto the handkerchief (likely inspired by Pumpkin, Winnie's cat). It dawned on her that the boy might be embarrassed, so she quickly offered him a possible excuse before introducing herself to the boys. "Here you go, Sara Senpai. I know allergies can be problematic. Hello, my name is Winnie Harper."

"Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you"

There he was, singing with his little ukulele, right at the tip of the rowboat. Looking refreshed and peaceful while floating aimlessly in the cold dark lake. He was really happy when they announce that he will be going on a school trip to Hogwarts. Of course, coming from a no-Maj family, while also being a lazy-ass kid, El barely knew anything about Hogwarts other than its location. But obviously, he was still absolutely thrilled hearing the news, since he never went outside of America before.

"Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me~"

El continues strumming his ukulele. Still swaying in his empty rowboat that was not moving an inch. He was still nearby the Mistress' Mercy while watching the firework goes off. Only to fill his lungs with loads of fresh air from the outdoor, ..especially after being stuck in the damned boat. Well, he didn't feel tortured per se (he especially enjoyed the show tunes performance). It was just a little suffocating, especially for him who usually spends most of his time outside in the open air.

After the fireworks have finished blaring. Other noises start to reach his ears. He didn't notice it before. But from afar, he could see, some of the other school's boats have been turned over. He was not surprised, the entrance of his school was.... although very extravagant, but also very -chaotic.

Before thinking twice, his consciousness made him leave his ukulele and the rest of his trunks on the rowboat, and dive his headfirst into the open cold water. The water was FREEZING-! It was much much colder than what he used to from the creek near his house back in Scarsdale. But him being him and his constant obligatory to help people, keep pushing through from the coldness that seeps into his clothes.

He slowly approaches some of the boats of the Durmstrang student. After taking in a closer look, he definitely notices some of their not-so-happy faces.....

Oh boy. This is about to get ugly. He can sense it.

But El being himself, still tries to help them. Growing near one of the boats, he notices a girl who has already started swimming to the shore, leaving all her stuff behind. Wait! you left all your stuff here- he thought but could not say due to his chattering teeth, well, she also already gone far enough from him to hear anyway. El decided to grabs the girl's trunks and start swimming to the shore.

Breathing profusely after swimming for what felt like hours with a quite heavy suitcase in his hand. He finally reached the shore and saw the soaking girl he saw before.

"Hey! I saw you left some of your trunks on the lake, just thought I could help out~"Only right then, did he just notice that the girl was crying.

"OH GOD- are you okay??? are you hurt!?"

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Louca had given it a few moments, and then decided to approach the Durmstrang girl again. Though he took his time sauntering through the crowd, hands stuck in his pockets. His hair still dripping onto his shoulders. Shaking his head once more to hopefully remove some of the water, he debated stopping for a moment to squeeze, but considering it was raining, it would be pointless. The rain didn’t really bother him as he was already soaked from the lake, so dripping hair shouldn’t bother him much either.

Approaching the girl, who he assumed was surrounded by friends, he hesitated for a moment, debating the smartness of his approach, but decided it would be fine. It wasn’t like they could start a fight on the lawn. The professors would surely be quick to shut that down. Shrugging, Louca came close to her, and was about to wave, but was shocked when she almost glared at him. Internally rolling his eyes, he kept his usual grin pasted on his face. ”If you were to ask my parents, yes, but I swear I come in peace. Not looking to stir trouble up…..well not right now.” Louca told her, his hands up in the universal sign of unarmed and not looking to start anything.

He grew slightly frustrated when the girl and a boy pushed some of his fellow students in the lake. His eyes narrowed slightly but that was the only change he allowed. Louca was used to hiding his feelings and this was no exception. ”I mean, if you want to push me in, I’d say we’d be even. But I draw the line at whatever he’s doing. I’m all for having a little fun, but usually I make sure the fun is had away from any potential authority figures. Excuse the pun, but they tend to rain on the parade.” Louca told the girl, his hand clutching around his wand in his pocket, just in case.

He loosened his hold a moment later, pulling his hands out of his pocket, and held one out to her. I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Louca and you are?” Louca flashed his most adorable smile her way, hoping that would soften her up, even adding a little bit of a head tilt.
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[font=Lucida Handwriting]Roleplaying as[/font] Elizaveta Mikhailov [font=Lucida Handwriting]Languages[/font] English - Russian

[font=Lucida Handwriting]Interacting with[/font] Elowen Fernsby @Pea Elena Fowl [font=Lucida Handwriting]Mentioning[/font] Bob aka Charles Alluring @Henry Knight, Haley Farin @Selena Arden, and Dylan Rhys@Damion White

[font=Lucida Handwriting]Outfit[/font] x [font=Lucida Handwriting]Date[/font] 19-03-22

While other students were happy or not so happily chatting with others, Eliza just sat on the grass curled up and quietly crying. She had no idea what to do now that all her things were lost and she was alone? Her watery eyes wandered across the other students, from whom none was crying as she did. Most of the faces were unknown to her and the first face she recognized she rather not did speak to. It had been the tall blond boy from her school, whose real name she forgot so she called him Bob in her head. She only knew he was a quidditch player and he was mean and scary.

He seemed to be talking to some students from different schools and she wondered what he was talking about. Was he talking about her? Did he tell the others how weird she was? From the group of students Bob (Charles) was talking to Elizaveta only recognized the girl she had been in a boat with. Eliza hadn't even thought of the girl since they both had landed in the water, but she was glad to see that the girl made it to the shore. The redhead had made it to the shore in contrast to her trunk, which was probably somewhere on the bottom of the lake by now.

Elizaveta only realized that she wasn't completely alone when she noticed Dylan in the crowd. He seemed a lot happier than she felt even though he was alone as well. Maybe he hadn't lost his luggage like her. It was like her constant thought about her trunk had summoned her hero.

The sound of splashing water reached her ears and she turned to the water to see a boy swimming in the lake. She gasped as soon as she noticed the suitcase in his hand, it was hers! She didn't look twice at the boy or paid any attention to what he was saying before reaching out to get her trunk. Her possessions were more important to her than the boy. Only after her trunk lay next to her on the grass, did she realize it hadn't been the nicest thing to ignore the boy's question. A little blush appeared on her face as she quickly wiped away the tears, remembering Bob's advice not to cry in front of others.

The blond looked down at her trunk as she tried to think of the right thing to say in English. The boy had asked her if she was okay, now that she had her luggage she felt better, so that would be a yes. But after he had asked if she was okay, he asked if she was hurt, which she wasn't, so did she have to say yes or no? After analyzing the boy's questions, she was even more confused than she was before. "Yes, no no, I-" she mumbled nervously. "I mean, yes. Yes, I am okay," she told the boy confused by her answer. "No, I am not hurt?"

Jeez, why was this so hard? She was already bad at socializing and now she had to talk in English. She hoped the boy wouldn't make fun of her like many other kids. "Thank you for saving my stuff," she said with a little smile as she tightly held onto her suitcase. "You are a hero." He really was, she had no idea what to do if her luggage had been lost. He could be one of the knights in one of her stories, he was very heroic, according to her.

Theo was no one to miss out on a good adventure, he had never been. He could appreciate the thrill of the unknown and if there was a bit of a risk in it, even better. Added a little spice to it. Last year, Ilvermorny had set sails to England- literally- and then they had spent some time with Headmaster Plott in London, in some rather shady places actually. This time, there were sails involved again, but Theo didn't mind that at all.

He rather enjoyed the trips across the ocean. Honestly, what was better than watching the land disappear in the distance and a different one come closer? The young Thunderbird, who had always lived in rather poor circumstances, never traveled much before going to Ilvermorny. Now he was even going to leave the continent once again and he almost felt a little bad when thinking of his sister. He knew that Ana wanted him to write about everything he saw, but the jealousy and sometimes sadness, that seemed to radiate from her words next to her excitement sometimes made him wonder if it was fair to actually write to her.

Not only was she a muggle, she was also forced to watch him explore new possibilities while going to muggle school, learn muggle things and eventually decide for a muggle career. The fact that she didn't talk about her feelings much anymore when Theo was around made him think that it was actually a lot worse than he thought.

But now they were here! The shore was already in sight, as was... another ship. Suddenly the lake, in which he had swam in summer, seemed rather small for the ships. And then... A third one?! "Holy- How even-" With his eyes widened, the young boy waited to watch what the others were doing. They would somehow get to the shore without the ship, right? He could already see one ship- wasn't that the Durmstrang one?- lower students in smaller boats into the lake.

Ah, and there was the call for the Ilvermorny students. Theo grinned as he heard his friend groan next to him. "What? It's gonna be fun! The last step of our adventure across the ocean." He stepped closer to the boat's railing and watched the others getting into small boats like the Durmstrang kids before. Smiling he raised his face into the rain and let the cold drops run down his cheeks. "Great to be back again, I believe, I missed it a bit.", he said.

When Phyllis asked him to be boat partners, he turned to her again, grinning. "Well absolutely!", he said and walked over to get into the line of waiting students. Whie passing, he ruffled Phyllis' hair with a quick movement. "But only if you cheer up.", he mocked.

Once they were in the boat, both of them grabbed a row and rowed in silence for a bit. It really was a lot more difficult than anticipated, especially with so many boats and kids in the water. And then Phyllis spoke up, telling him about a supposedly bright side in all of this, being the rain soaking them. "That is more a cloudy-dim side, rather than a bright one.", he commented, chuckling, "Do you want to check?"
Grinning, he grabbed one edge of the boat and rocked it a bit. Not enough for it to flip over, but perhaps enough to give her a start.

Roleplaying as Akira Shimizu from Mahoutokoro
Outfit: Navy Uniform

Roleplaying as Durmstrang iNPC Arjan Oberoi

Stamina: 15 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 17 | Wisdom: 3 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 10
Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong | The Martial Artist | Spell Spread | Charmer

Interacting with Felix "Four" Kolbeck (@Winnie Harper) and Lysander "Lynn" Stavrou (@Phaedra Stavrou)

It was finally almost time. Not that Arjan was particularly looking forward to Hogwarts, nah, he did not really care about that. What he was looking forward to, however, was showing everyone the thing that he knew - that he was a champion and Durmstrang was the best. It was almost time to put his name into the ring - or rather the goblet. And what better way to do that than to show up in style.

Donning his freshly pressed uniform, neat and crisp with his hair poofed just perfectly, Arjan had arrived... to see the gloomy weather of Great Britain. Ugh. Alright. Well, at least he looked good when he was wet too! Apparently, they had to row all the way to the shore themselves. Well, this would be rather simple - and a great opportunity for him to flex his gorgeous muscles. "Aite,"He responded, which meant "alright" in response to the untouched rowboat that Lynn had pointed out.

Carrying his own stuff, since he was not bothering to help others, Arjan dropped his belongings into the rowboat relatively easily. He did have quite a lot of stuff though. Probably a little more than he actually needed but he needed options for clothing, surely! And plenty of hair gel, of course.

Arjan smirked, quirking his eyebrow at the boy. Woman-repellent, eh? With a smirk, "They seem to be doing well with your cousin," He joked - half teasing him. Phaedra was just a friend but he did go to one of the balls with her as a date, so that had to count! Besides, he also thought she was beautiful and flirting with her was pretty fun. Plus, teasing Lynn was just fun. Grabbing a set of oars, he climbed into the rowboat and settled in.

Ugh, the stormy weather was not doing his hair any favours but it was fine. He still looked handsome, of course, and better than anyone else here! This would be an easy journey to the shore though with their combined strength, no matter what the weather had planned for them. At least, that was until he heard someone scream and felt his boat start to rock even more than before, "What the-" He started, a glare crossing his eyebrows as his gaze flickered down to see a familiar face. Number four?!

He smirked as he heard Lynn's words, amused by the whole thing, "Pretty pathetic. Not that I can blame him though," He responded with a shrug, as he definitely understood people's desire to just throw themselves at him. He was pretty damn fantastic, after all.

Unfortunately, the boy did not get into the rowboat fast enough. "FU-" His voice was drowned out as the water hit his face. Capsizing within moments, Arjan found himself plunged into the cold waters - his entire body (and hair) soaked in an instant. Kicking his foot, his head emerged from the water in time to see where his possessions were. Further curse words escaped under his breath as the cold water hit him, as he thought of killing Four, this was all his fault after all. One hand grabbed onto his trunk as the other ran over his hair in a familiar way, pushing some wet strands off his face so he should see properly, "Alright, this obsession has gone a little too far, clearly," He continued as he started to swim back to shore with his stuff, kind of grumpy now. His stuff was getting ruined and it was cold. And his uniform was probably a mess now.

Spotting the cause of all of this not far from him, Arjan felt the temptation to just shove him into the water and leave him there. But... Felix genuinely looked like he was struggling. Wait... could he not... swim? Geesh, Arjan knew he was bad at things but if he could not swim, that would be something else.

He might be a jerk but he was not that awful. Sighing, he would swim a little closer, attempting to grab the boy by the back of his coat or shirt, "Stop panicking," He snapped, irritated by the whole thing. He did not make any attempts to bother to find Felix's stuff but perhaps Lynn would if Felix could not do that himself. Arjan did not really care about that. He just did not want to be the guy who let an idiot drown in front of him. The boy's possessions', however, could drown for all he cared.

If he managed to grab hold of Felix, he would attempt to swim back to shore with him. It would be a bit more of a struggle - with one hand still on his stuff and the other on this boy likely struggling. But hopefully all of his twice a day exercises, including going for swims in this very lake too, could come in handy today.

Warning: It's Felix so some strong language is ahead.

𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙵𝙸𝚃: Reducio

▪ 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 ▪ ▪ FELIX ▪ KOLBECK ▪ ▪ DURMSTRANG iNPC ▪ THIRD YEAR ▪

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂: Reducio @Serena Towers as Arjan Oberoi @Phaedra Stavrou as Lysander-Blaine Cenric Stavrou Mentioning: @Levi Drakos as Henrietta Montagne @Henry Knight as Charles Alluring

If Felix were to catch sight of Charles, he would be certain to send a scowl and an eye roll his way. Right now, he was more so focused on not drowning to death, and the best chance he had was sitting in a rowboat next to the person he hated most. Thankfully, it was not him to offer his hand, but another boy who came to his rescue. Unfortunately for Lysander, the Swede was still in fight mode, and turning off his panic was not something he could easily do. His hands reached out to grasp his forearms. "Can’t swim--“ Felix warned the older boy with a furrowed brow, his face twisted into an expression of terror.

Instead of a look of empathy, he was met with a gaze that seemed more amused than anything. Then the boy proceeded to make fun of him. What the hell? This asshole was definitely being added to the list. How dare he accuse him of being obsessed with Arjan! All he wanted was to destroy the older boy. How was that obsession?! An angry blush burned the tips of his ears. ”I JUST TOLD YOU I DON’T KNOW HOW TO FUCKING SWI--“ In his anger, the boy ended up rocking the boat again, especially as he attempted to crawl abroad.

His temporary moment of relief was cut short when the second boat capsized, sending all three boys plunging into the water. Felix’s desperate struggle would continue, and he tried to grab hold of some of the luggage, hoping it would float, but it seemed something was weighing it down. It was likely all the beauty products Arjan needed.

People had a strange habit of romanticizing death and, after experiencing this, the Swede would recall the pure terror he had felt when the water closed around him. How his lungs screamed for air after he had exhausted his reserves by screaming for help. How he had tried to inhale but only managed to take in water. How said water had stung his throat and his lungs felt like they were on fire. How he had almost coughed a lung up trying to expel said water from his lungs and stomach whenever he managed to resurface.

Then there was Arjan.

Bobbing up beneath the surface, Felix tried to stay afloat to catch the older boy’s attention, though it seemed he was headed his way already. Perhaps the boy had noticed the look of pure terror that had warped the Swede's features. "Arjan!" Despite the older boy’s attempt to just grab hold of his shirt, Felix’s panic wouldn’t allow it. Trembling arms clung to his shoulders with every last bit of strength, like his life depended on it, because it did. Arjan had his own personal koala as he managed to swim to the shore. "T-Thank you, thank you..." His gratitude was murmured softly, a sentiment that Felix would deny tooth and nail after the fact. Truthfully, the experience was traumatizing and holding back tears was already a bit difficult.

When they reached the shoreline, Felix’s body was still too exhausted to move. After exhausting himself trying to keep afloat and the number hacking up water had done on his frame, it was all he could do to hang on to the haircut of a boy. Somehow, all his remaining strength was focused on clinging onto him, likely since it had been his only chance of survival.

Holy shit. Holy. Shit. He was alive. And it was all thanks to... Arjan. "... You... Saved my life." Felix said in disbelief. Suddenly, there was a shift in his mood. He should have been singing Arjan praises and promising to repay him somehow. Instead, he felt a burning sensation in the pit of his stomach. Anger. At himself for not bothering to learn how to swim properly, at his parents for not pushing him to, and at Arjan for daring to do something decent for once in his life.

"W-Why did you do that?" Felix sputtered out, his face burning a deep pink upon realizing that a crowd of people (possibly Ret) had just watched him get pulled out of the water by his nemesis. "T-THIS... It changes nothing!"

Merlin, he hated his life.

RP'ing as approved iNPC Cyrus Darsel.

Cyrus continued to paddle in circles until it became clear he was not getting anywhere. The lake didn't look warm enough to swim in - he felt a pang of sympathy for the Durmstrang kids who had been capsized by the Ilermorny boat. Maybe their entrance hadn't been the best, after all.

Cyrus sat there for a moment before he had an idea. Boats could be propelled by wind, right? And since he knew how to make wind...

He raised his wand and said, 'Ventus!'

[rolled 1d20 and got 16 (dc of 11).]

A gust of wind shot from his wand, and he started moving backwards - towards the shore. Cyrus might not have been the smartest, but he thought he was pretty good at critical thinking. His boat slammed against the shore, and he dropped his wand to stop the spell. Pretty smart, if you asked him.

Cyrus got out of his boat and collected his things before gazing at the students around him. He only recognised one person [Hadrian Zuheir], and he didn't want to bother the older boy just yet, so he sat down on the shore and let the rain run down his face. It was strangely peaceful.

If anyone tried to push him in the lake [@ any Durmstrang kids seeking retribution], he would scream and flail and probably insult his aggressor.

If he was left alone, he would sit there before eventually going inside the Hogwarts castle.

Cyrus leaves the thread unless prevented - open to interactions.

The blonde girl immediately snatches her belonging at the first sight of it. She must have been really worried about her stuff, El thought. Understandable, he also would be very upset if he were to lose his precious ukulele.

“M-my pleasure,” El said through chattering teeth. It was super cold being on land again, at least when he was in the water, his body has adjusted to the lake’s temperature. But now he has to face the bellowing wind of Scotland passing through his already wet clothing. This is indeed torturous. But something he's already used to.

“Oh, G-great! My name is El b-by the way-" He smiled and introduce himself to the Durmstrang girl after she specified that she is, in fact not hurt. “I’m r-really sorry for what happened back there, w-we really didn’t know why it happens, maybe the ship captain drank too much Butterbeer or something.” This is him attempting to create a feeble joke out of the situation to avoid offending the girl and then laughing awkwardly.

“A-Anyway~ I-I think I'm going to get my s-suitcase now.” The dark-haired boy briskly bid farewell while giving two finger guns at the blonde. -Finger guns…. WHY is he giving her finger guns!? that was super childish of him! El dying from embarrassment slowly turned and ran quickly back into the shore just completely trying to not look back to avoid eye contact with the previously crying girl.

When El finally gets a grip on himself, he looks over the lake, trying to spot the rowboat where he left his stuff. Thankfully, his lonely boat just happen to float by itself into the shore.

“YES!” he muttered victoriously. El swoops his wet hair that has been dangling in front of his face and walks over to where his suitcase is. He replaces his wet robe with a dry one. And shoving his wet robe carelessly into his trunk. Even though his shirt and pants are still wet, at least now he won't freeze to death. But at last, Laying on the floor of the boat, he could not forget his tiny ukulele.“Sorry I left you out in the cold like that my sweet ~” And hug it fondly.

After grabbing his stuff and ready to go enter the enchanted castle. He just HAD to bump into someone. “OOF-“ he puffed a little breath, but when he looked up, it was a REALLY TALL REALLY SCARY GUY- who also didn't he mention MUCH taller than he is-

“I-I'M REALLY SORRY!!” He says abruptly and stands agape at the scene still holding his ukulele at his chest. He was standing in front of the Mahoukotoro students who happens to just arrive a little later than the other two ships. El looks over the group of people, who are mostly from the Mahoukotoro boat and one possibly Hogwart student(?) The Japanese descent students are wearing their uniform just like the Durmstrang, but their uniform- is so intricate and beautiful, El can’t help staring at them. “W-whoa sorry for gawking, y’all uniform looks really cool.”