Closed Freeze Tag Open Game

"Anyone fancy a game of Freeze Tag?" Alan said.

Okay, so tag. This was a muggle activity Logan could relate. Tag was the universal bonding device for children all over the world. I touch you, you touch m---let's word this differently. Logan was fast, Logan was savvy, Logan was confident, first year or no year, he would be the one walking away with the frozen glory. He just knew it, and today was the day to start spreading his name around this campus. Who says first years can't shine, you shine as bright as your attitude.

The trademark cornrows intact and a headband swiftly retrieved from his pocket after he heard Alan's offer from twenty meters away. In the midst of some casual futbol training, Logan decided to insert himself into Alan's tag game before too many elder years joined to shy him away. Angling his frame towards Alan, Logan kicked the soccer ball with his inside foot towards his feet, executing a classic futbol pass.

Just as he pictured, the ball rolled to his target in Alan Vanes.[I don't know if it just hits Alan, or if he kicks it back, but will assume is just hits his feet for now. Can edit if needed.] "You're it, Vanes!" Logan smiled with lifted eyebrows in his approach towards Alan. "You know I kid, I'll play! You have some length on me, but I bet I'm faster." He smirked, attempting to nudge Alan's shoulder. "Who else is trying to lose today!" Taking Alan's side, Logan shouted out cheerfully to random students passing by, hoping to accelerate the process and begin the game.

Does Logan's pass hit Alan's feet? (DC=10)
Roll: 18

@Alan Vanes

Interacting With: @Alan Vanes, @Logan Thomas, & @Colin McCoire | Mentioning: None | Dialogue Hex: #143314

Stats & Abilities: Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 9 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 10 | Perfectionist

Measurement, in all other areas and aspects of subsistence, had scientific substance absent in other comparisons of one thing to another, and was therefore something the Slytherin sitting underneath a winding, dark tree used much throughout the pessimistic vacuum of time and space he continued to exist in. It was controlling, quite simply, all that could not be controlled and asserting one’s intellectual superiority over everything and anything unfortunate enough to exist at the same time as overly curious humans. On a fine April day thankfully not that of a fool’s, Leonard Wendell Oaksworth did not wish to summon his assumed namesake’s ghost to discuss the accuracy and abysmal handwriting of the Vitruvian man, however. He merely wished to have the rest of the day to himself in total, utter peace.

Unfortunately, Hogwarts was not an institution privy to only him. It was hypocrisy at its finest, really: when they set up glamours that made the area look like it was in ruins, it was revolutionary and keeping students safe from those mad muggles; when he did it to himself, he was antisocial and immature and almost certainly going to make something in here explode. It was with a heavy sigh he realised at breakfast that truly nothing was sacred when eleven-year-olds that acted like they were one and seventeen-year-olds that acted like they were seventy and eldritch beings masquerading as either were confined within the castle. As winter’s frost melted away, this confining had relaxed its white-knuckle grip upon stir-crazy students and allowed for going outside. Hence, Leonard once again being able to participate in one of his favourite springtime events: read something he’d read five hundred seventy-one times and make sure the squid wasn’t eating anybody. He half-heard a voice, one he could somewhat remember from a disastrous meeting near the region, asking if anyone fancied a game of freeze tag. He scoffed. Nobody fancied a disturbance, much less one that required one to get up and actually do something. His last measurement of athletic ability came back when he was eight and attended football camp for the summer, and he’d been dishonorably discharged from that duty after doing math homework as a goalie.

And then someone just had to be an obnoxious little prat. Just after his own heart, how wonderful.

“Pardon, trying to lose?” He glared at the dark-skinned boy from some length away, making sure the narrowing of his eyes was visible nonetheless. Hiking up to the grassy area with a few folks huddled about, he made sure to spare an extra scowl towards the boy with the headband. He could appreciate good hair care, he would not appreciate boasting from anyone other than him, who absolutely deserved it.

“What’s going on here, Vanes? A game?” To any other thirteen-year-old, the prospect of play in a place with a centuries-long addiction to malediction would be irresistible, and in their words would be a lilt of excitement and ebullience unable to be quashed. To the Slytherin visibly recovering from the incredibly short excursion towards Alan, it was nothing but irresponsible, and in his mouth did the final syllable be said with incredulousness, swallowed with a bitter pill. Yet, it was irresistible all the same, and Leonard found himself further approaching the Gryffindor to clarify the rules of such activity. For science, of course. “Now, if I did hear your proposition of freeze tag correctly, I must ask if there are any…magical conditions adjoined to this particular match. Will we actually be freezing people or is that something you, as a trusted and beloved prefect, would give detention for?”

“Oh, hello, Colin.” He post-appropriately greeted his fellow snake with a wave as stilted as the one given when they first met. Being consistent had classical consistency, after all. “I see you’re rather enthusiastic about this.”

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Logan was enjoying the nice weather outside for once, sitting out on the Hogwarts grounds with Sherlock curled up alongside her. Other students were out enjoying the weather it seemed as the Hufflepuff could see a few other students wandering around outside the school. Slowly running her hand down the cat's back, she glanced up as she heard a voice yell out if anyone wanted to play freeze tag. To be honest, the girl was not that sure on what freeze tag was, but was willing to try it anyway. Why not enjoy the nice weather by playing a game. "Come on Sherlock," she called softly as she stood up and dusted herself off.

The cat only shook his head and followed his owner as she made her way towards a small group of students that had already formed to play the game. The sound of the bell on her Egyptian Mau's collar could be heard jingling as he followed close behind his owner. Logan would occasionally look back to make sure the cat was there, but he had learned over time to stick close to his owner although he would still wander off occasionally. The Hufflepuff did not really recognize any of the other students who had gathered, but it was about time the girl met some more students anyway.

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Interacting: @Logan Baird|@Leonard Oaksworth|@Colin McCoire|@Alan Vanes
Mentioning: @Logan Thomas

Shiawase was wheeling to the grounds, enjoying the fresh air. It seemed to be absolutely the most perfect timing for a little wheel around outside, as she heard someone call out, "Anyone fancy a game of freeze tag?"

She couldn't help but smile. Freeze tag reminded her of when she was younger. It reminded her of home. So what could she possibly say, except for, "I'm in!"

She may not have been able to jerk, jump, or slide out of the way like her peers, but she was fast on her wheels. She'd been practicing being fast on wheels her whole life, after all, and was quite good at it! She was strong! And she would dominate this game, "it" or not! All she had to do, was be able to anticipate. If she wasn't "it," then if the "it" snuck up behind her, it was all over. But Shiawase was quite observant, or so she liked to think. All she had to do was make sure she didn't have her back to anyone! She scanned the crowd for familiar faces. And she saw one.

"Colin! You're here, too? That's great! Looks like we're joining the fun, together!"

She smiled widely. "Looks like I got here just in time! I can't wait to play with all of you!"

--- Date: 26/04/22 || Time: --:-- ---

Easter Break had been officially over for a few days, but Sophia was having trouble getting used to being back at school again, despite the break only last two weeks. She'd slept in almost every morning, and stayed up late playing with her new owl friend, Amelia. Now, though, she was expected to be awake before nine in the morning, and she was expected to be asleep fairly early as well!

Despite it being a normal Tuesday, it was a very, very nice day outside, so many students seemed to be enjoying the bright sunny weather and pleasant breeze. Sophia was one of them, walking alongside her two best friends in the whole world: Sage and Kim. They weren't going anywhere in particular, just getting out of the cooped up castle for a bit. (Sage had been willing enough to join, but Kim had taken a bit of... convincing.)

Sophia actually still felt quite awkward around the boy, despite the Ball being over for weeks at this point. She knew, logically, that she shouldn't feel awkward since he did nothing wrong, but part of her could still remember him holding her tightly and flirting with her. The only thing that helped her to overcome her residual embarrassment was remembering the prank that was in the works. Oh, they were gonna get him good!

She was happy to silently accompany her friends as they carried on conversation. They were better at conversation than her, anyway.

Suddenly, however, something changed. In an instant, Sophia was no longer a witch, no longer a student of the arcane. No, all of a sudden, she was just a normal child again. For, in the distance, she heard the call to action that no child could ignore:

"Anyone fancy a game of Freeze Tag?"

It was loud, it was charismatic, and, by goodness, it was happening. This was a game she could play! There was no flying, no overly complicated spells, and no stress. Just a bunch of kids chasing each other around and tagging one another. This, well, this was her element!

She didn't even give her friends a chance to finish their conversation, or to protest, as she grabbed each of them by the hand and ran! She ignored their arguments as they approached the organizer of this glorious event. She was out of breath by the time they reached the boy, but she smiled and huffed, "We're gonna play! All three of us!"

She shot an encouraging look to her friends.

"This is gonna be great, guys!"

Notes:

Reducio

Kim and Sage gave me OOC permission to drag them here, so I did! Dragging is like our most common friend activity

Interacting:
@Kim Sato || @Kim Sato
Mentioning:

Ileen had been dragged into group activities by several people over the last few years. Now, it was time for a change. Instead of an overly enthusiastic housemate or friend, her feisty furball, also known as Liv, brought her this misery. She had seen and heard Alan, as he had called for people to join tag. Ileen liked the boy and wouldn’t say no to a private conversation, but Ileen Knight was the kind of person that stood away from games as much as possible. People would get aggressive and play unfair, hurting each other and blowing everything up. No thanks.

Her cat though had noticed her friend Tiger and was heading towards the older Gryffindor. With her tail pointing up and loudly mewing, she ran towards Alan, Ileen close on her heels, who tried to catch her before she got under the feet of the group of kids. As soon as her cat noticed the group of people, she stopped and stared at Alan, Ileen now only a few feet away from the boy. Close enough that not saying something to a friend would be rude.
“I- Hey Alan, how is it going?” She gave him a weak smile and looked around. Oh, crap. Now she was in the middle of this group and felt forced to join the game. Her pride just forbid her to be a quitter.

She had played that game many times when she had been in her muggle elementary school. She didn’t want to have fun. The young Slytherin was athletic and she loved running. This game could be so much fun, but ew, other people!
In her defense, she had experienced all Hogwarts gatherings blooming into pure disaster and thus despised them. “Thank you, Liv,” she mumbled to her cat who now stood frozen among all the people, carefully examining Alan's hoodie pocket.

She stood there awkwardly for a moment, thinking about how to get out of the situation.
Liv didn't like her own idea of running into the crowd of children and jumped onto Ileen's leg with a ruffled neck, where she clung painfully to the girl. With her ears flattened, she hissed aggressively into the crowd.
With a surrendered sigh, like a condemned one accepting her fate, Ileen plucked the recalcitrant cat from her leg and held it up to Alan's nose. "Hey, I think you have a volunteer who wants to be ‘it’."

Accepting her misery, she looked at the other kids that had gathered around. She recognized some of them from her candy donation and gave them a polite nodd.
Man, this would end so bad. In the end, at least one person would be crying and/or hurt. Guaranteed, the little Hufflepuff bundle of energy would tear off one of his braids on a tree - that was just one example she wouldn't be surprised about…

Interacting with | @Alan Vanes
Mentions | everyone present