Spectator Quid Hogwarts v Durmstrang & Koldovstoretz Summer Games 2022

Well, she hadn't exactly been expecting the same sort of fanfare that she had received from some of her tent mates, but Evelynn would be lying if she suggested that the relative lack of responses with the two soon-to-be sixth years didn't put her at least slightly off. Notrésvace had never been a bucket of sunshine and roses, but neither had the two ever really been on particularly poor terms.

Granted, she wasn't entirely surprised to be on the receiving end of Black's cold glare. She'd caught enough of the conversation already to know that the topic was charged and emotional spillage may have been a factor in the less-than-amiable greeting; not to mention Black had always seemed a bit of a rough stone. She had, after all, been White's accomplice with the trashing of the Headliner. Antagonistic exteriors towards strangers seemed to fit the bill.

Still, no outright dismissal had been handed to Evelynn, and the Gryffindor wouldn't be so easily scared away, and the cold glare had been returned at the time with a warmer smile of her own. She was here for the good seating. Not the drama. Although she wouldn't deny being curious for the latter should it present itself..

"I gather you have fully healed?" Evelynn wondered conversationally, glancing briefly over to Aurelia before returning her sights to the pitch. "I heard that you had another visit to the hospital wing not too long ago. It is being called an accident, but I will admit, I found myself wondering about that.."

Evelynn's pen would scratch against the paper, jarred from her writing in an uncharacteristic manner. Eyes widened, fixing straight down, but not really focusing on the paper upon which she had just been writing. It was like the world had faded for a moment. Darkness had encroached, colour draining from the environment. She could see a figure standing great and massive before her, and every hair on her being stood on end when recognition dawned.

White was a familiar sight to her given his prowess in quidditch and the time she had once spent practicing with the Hufflepuff team when she and Ami were still close. Never had she seen him like this, however. The possibility was there, she knew. The anger and raw almost animalistic hate when he had bombarded the Great Hall and set the pyre to blaze had alighted an instinctual desire for survival within her. She hadn't dared admit to anything at that time for fear of meeting exactly this beast. But for one reason or another she saw it now, clear as though she were living through the moment. The rage. The fangs. The swipe of sharpened claws with a power behind them she would never want to have to experience...

It was over as soon as it had set in, colour and sound coming back to her in waves. A gasping breath filled her lungs, shoulders rising with the motion and lids fluttered with her return to life. She swallowed, attempting to play off the chill that coursed down her spine and sent a spasm of a shiver through her core. Her tongue ran itself across parted lips, focus centred on her breathing to keep herself calm.

What in heavens was that...

Aurelia's words would go relatively unheard in Evelynn's internal focus to rationalize what had just transpired. Even the names of players and observations of their entry onto the pitch went unnoticed and unaddressed in her notes, the pages temporarily abandoned. Try as she might, the prefect was at a total loss for explanation. The only thing she could think of was that this might have been a vision of sorts. Perhaps prophetic. Like the Seers they had learned about in class. Which was... more than a little unsettling. The raging dhampir had been attacking her.. Or... whoever it was from whose perspective she had been viewing. She wasn't exactly sure how visions worked...

One thing she knew for certain. Professor Booth hadn't seen the last of her yet. He could expect a visit from the Gryffindor prefect at the first opportunity she could seize.

Recovering from the ordeal, Evelynn became acutely aware of the sudden shift in her affect, of feeling potential eyes upon her of her seniors. Swallowing, she took one last steadying breath, hand lifting to run manicured fingers up through her hair. "A bit of a spell there, it seems.." she murmured quietly, making use of the same excuse she had with Marshal and Ivy at the ball when Marion's appearance had left her speechless. Fortunately, Aurelia's words would come sluggishly into understanding. "Well... I'm not quite sure how fast it had spread. I only heard since arriving at camp, and my understanding is that this took place quite some time back. I am not even sure if the champions had been selected at that point, had they?"

A howl in the distance had caught Greta's attention. Sun-bleached braids swayed as she turned her head about in its direction, curious to the source. There was none to be initially found, but that didn't stop the grin from creaking across her face. She would know the tone of that voice anywhere and there was something comforting about the knowledge that their champion was nearby. If anyone had asked her a year ago, she would have balked at the idea of running with the Yefim and the rest.

Not because she wouldn't have wanted to. Quite the contrary. To her, they embodied a sense of self-confidence and ambition that she could only really dream of. How many times had she caught herself wishing she could be as cool and influential as they were? But she could never really bring herself to step away from the side-line. Still couldn't, really, but she was content enough being able to participate in her own way. What were the famous without their fan-base? In a way, she was an important piece of that little fantasy. Even if it was from the wrong side of the line.

And yet, for some reason, Yefim had sought her out for the tournament. When he'd been named champion and offered her a position on the team, she couldn't have stammered out her acceptance any faster except if she had managed to speak it clearly the first time without stumbling over herself however many times she had. It had been like a dream come true, hands clapping themselves against rosy cheeks a half a dozen times as soon as she'd rounded a corner and out of sight to make sure she hadn't been dreaming. Her. Greta. Chosen by the Champion for the Hexwizard team. She would be representing her school, her family. It was an opportunity she never could have hoped for, and he had handed it to her. She would be eternally grateful for that.

"Yefim!" She shouted, waving him over to her when she finally saw him over the other students in the stands, absolutely beaming at the affectionate moniker. "With this rain, the slate it washed clean. Of course Durmstrang will win! Valya seemed hungry this time." With that, she would peer bright-eyed back to the pitch, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their silver niffler to light the way, the beacon for their team. "I just hope Koldovsterotz can keep up," she huffed, lips pursing with a slight frown. Then glancing wide-eyed back to Yefim as though he would provide all the answers. "Have you seen them play before? It seems silly we have to join forces with them. Why don't the Hogsnouts have to do the same? Why are they so special.."

A question—voiced from someone far nearer than might have been expected—sent a fresh wave of nerves down Evelynn's back. Her head snapped around, attention pulled from Aurelia to fix itself upon the visage of a boy she hadn't even realized was sitting next to her. That revelation was more than a little disturbing. Jarring, even. She, whose paranoia and environmental awareness generally expanded far beyond the limits of the average student, had been taken completely by surprise. If the colour from her features could drain any farther, she might have been mistaken for a ghost.

In her shock, she didn't immediately reply. Instead, her scrutiny would search this new face, one she did not recognize. Mind infuriatingly sluggish, she attempted to piece together how she had managed to overlook his appearance. It must have been the vision, she could only conclude. Clearly her senses had been overwhelmed to a level that interfered with her ability to perceive her own surroundings. Again, unsettling. She did not particularly relish the possibility that this vision... whatever it had been... might become a reoccurring event, robbing her of her awareness and placing her at the mercy of whatever—or whomever—might take advantage of that lapse in concentration.

"I am fine.." The cautiously uttered words left her tongue with little thought. She regretted it almost immediately after they had. Even if she wasn't technically feeling unwell, it sounded like a knee-jerk reaction dripping with denial. Like bringing attention to oneself when attempting to be discreet.

Frustrated with herself and the moment, and more than a little embarrassed to have been shown concern by a child, Evelynn averted her gaze back to knees. The journal was still open upon them, one hand lying flat against its pages, the contents forgotten and left static for the last few minutes. How many players had entered the field in that time? Lips parted to suck in a steadying breath, her other hand lifting to pinch at the bridge of her nose as though that would somehow stave away the last of the fog clouding her thoughts.

Releasing her breath through loosely pursed lips, she glanced back in the boy's direction. Fortunately for her, he seemed to have occupied himself with hunting through his pockets. Side-eyeing him, she discreetly allowed her gaze to roam his profile, taking stock first of his facial features before drifting to note the cut of his hair, the style and care of his clothing, the posture of his seat, and any other identifying characteristics or features. Any pretence of subtlety was dropped when he pulled free a wrapped snack and offered it to her.

"I can see that.." His explanation that the candy was a chocolate bar was met with an airy chuckle through her nose.

In fact, it was one she recognized quite well from back home. Whoever he was, he seemed kind enough. Although he had a rather curious way of talking. One word in particular left her eyeing him peculiarly, but she gently accepted the chocolate bar anyway. Part of her had warned against it. Her track record with chocolate wasn't exactly the best, and she had subconsciously avoided that particular delight for the last two years. But it was wrapped, and muggle-made, and he seemed innocent. Who was she to decline an offer so pure of heart.

"Thank you.." A gentle gratitude wove its way through the low tone of her appreciation as she turned forward again. "And I should certainly hope it is not the heights," she smiled, straightening and shedding the last of the lingering effects. A hand braced her journal and pen as she shifted in her seat and lifted one leg over the other. The wrapper crinkled as she straightened out one fused end, the pad of her thumb edging back and forth against the seam. "But never mind that. My name is Decipio." She pulled her other hand from her lap and offered it to the boy. "I am to be entering my fourth year at Hogwarts. To whom do I owe this pleasure of acquaintance?"