Closed Rum Tent Ready to Rum-ble

When Ronnie heard his school will be invited to Hogwarts for Summer Camp, the boy could hardly stand still. His vibrant persona can be seen from miles away. A wide smile etched on the Portuguese boy's lips. After meeting with his cousin (Cash) for the first time, Ronnie knows there is something special about United Kingdom soil.

During both of Cash and Ronnie's school years, both of them keep in touch with each other. They sent back and forth owls. After much coaxing from Ronnie's end, Cash finally gives in and tells what the boy wanted to know. Cash told Ronnie about what to expect when he arrived for the first time in the United Kingdom.

The Slytherin' Beater also told the blue-grey eyes boy what to expect when he arrived and signed up for this year's Summer Camp. When Ronnie thought he will spend one amazing month of Summer Camp with his amazing cousin, Cash broke the news that they will not be at this year's Camp. Although it bummed Ronnie for a moment, that did not ruin his Camp spirit.

Once the Headmistress told her pupils the detail for this year's Camp, Ronnie could not wait until he needs to go. A few days later and with some essentials to bring for one month's worth of Summer Camp, the second youngest of the Ramírez finally arrived in London. Prior to this day, the Duellist had spent some time at the Ironwoods Manor.

Ronnie had a blast with Cash until both of them needed to go their separate ways. Cash will spend their summer at one of their close friend's houses while Ronnie packs his things and is ready to spend his entire summer in London. Once Ronnie arrived at this year's Camp location, he looks around hoping he sees some of his schoolmates.

Being tall has its own perks. It seems going abroad for Summer Camp was not that popular in his country yet. He only sees four of his schoolmates from the distance. In an orderly fashion; Ronnie and the other International school students alongside the host school students began filling in the London Quidditch Stadium camps site.

When he and the rest of the students stepped inside the Stadium, two girls are waiting by the entrance. Both of them are handing them an information leaflet for the summer, a map of the stadium, and an itinerary before directing them to tent sign-ups and event sign-ups. Once Ronnie received what he needed, he follows the direction to tent sign-ups.

He waits in line until he stood in front of the table and writes down his name on one of the Pirate-theme tent names which are Rum. Once he was done signing himself up, he stood and spin around passing the quill in his hand to the next person who stood behind him. Ronnie paid close attention to the redhead. He feels likes he had seen the girl before.

For a moment, the Portuguese boy still looking at the redhead. He trying to remember her. Then it clicks. The redhead is one of what Cash dubbed as 'their people'. Ronnie then smiles up at the girl. Both of his dimples appear on his cheeks for all people to see. "You are Haley, right?"Ronnie inquired the girl. "Haley Rose? One of Cash's people?"Ronnie asked the girl again.

Ronnie waiting for Haley to either confirm or deny what he asked from her. "My name is Verona Carlito Andréas Ramírez. Ronnie for short,"Ronnie told Haley. His thick English-Portuguese accent can be heard. "I am Cash co- er friend"Ronnie caught and corrected himself. Cash had made explicitly clear Ronnie should not tell people that both of them are related. Cash had their own reason and Ronnie did not ask why.

"I am here with some of my schoolmates that I am hoping we end up together. You are welcome to stay with us if you like,"Ronnie added. "That goes to you, by the way,"The fourth-year said to the girl who stood behind Haley. "Only if both of you have not had a tent yet,"Ronnie concluded. He then offered the quill to be taken from his hand to Haley.

Ronnie then moves to the next table where he signs up for some of the activities he can do during his stay at this year's Camp. Once he has done all of that, he follows the sign until he saw a word of 'Rum' on one of the sides of the tent. When Ronnie found the tent, Ronnie stepped inside. The smell of Oakwoods wafted through the air. One of Ronnie's favorite smells is the smell of woods.

Ronnie then makes a beeline towards where the bunk beds are located. He threw the backpack that Cash lent to him onto the lower part of the bunkbeds, claiming one of the spaces as his. Once he settles in, Ronnie then took off his shoes. He climbed into the two pillowed beds that have ship decks, barrels of rum, containers of sugar cane, and molasses as the cover.

Ronnie could feel the excitement of the day slowly wearing off and he needs to recharge while waiting for the annual BBQ that will happen later in the afternoon to roll in. The Duellist then crossed both of his hands behind his head. "Home sweet home,"Ronnie stated to himself. "At least for the next 30 days,"The second youngest of his family speaks out and exhales his breath.

Ronnie then breathe out and relaxed his body by taking a much-needed nap.

Permission to slightly godmod Haley had been given by the incredible player

@Cassandra Ironwoods as Ronnie @Lucinia Thawin

London Quidditch Stadium, who would have thought that this year's Summer Camp would be held here? It was unusual not to be at Hogwarts but at the same time it was a pleasant change and Haley, as a passionate Quidditch player, couldn't complain about the location either. Haley strolled contentedly and without any expectations across the meadow on her way to the sign-ups, she had decided not to stress, not to really plan anything and just let everything come to her.

What she did notice, however, was that she could have at least thought about the tents. She hadn't agreed with anyone in advance whether they should sign up for a tent together and now she was standing in front of the table with all the many possibilities and didn't know where to start. While it wasn't her turn yet, she kept trying to get a glimpse past the shoulders at the lists, some of which were already filled out. When a small gap appeared, she took the chance and looked for familiar names on the lists. As she skimmed one list she read Miles' name and she smiled broadly, but the smile disappeared at the same time when she saw that the list was already full.

But Haley didn't hang her shoulders for long, she had told herself: no expectations and no bad vibes. She moved back to her seat behind the boy whose shoulder she had looked over several times and just hoped that she hadn't annoyed him somehow with that, but he hadn't said anything until then and so she didn't worry about that any more either.

It was only a few minutes before the boy turned around and Haley saw him from the front for the first time. She had to look up a bit because he was taller than her and she tried to smile at him calmly. She had never seen him before, he was definitely not a student of Hogwarts. She was quite sure of it because he wouldn't have gone unnoticed in the corridors. This guy was beautiful to look at.

She looked at him with wide eyes when he suddenly addressed her by name. Damn, hadn't they already met? No, Haley would never forget this encounter, for sure. And his accent also revealed that she was right in her thoughts. It only took a moment before he explained how he knew her. Relieved, she laughed and nodded. "Yes, I'm Haley. It's nice to meet you, Ronnie."

"Well, Cash co-friend," she winked with a little laugh, "Cash sure did a good job of making you recognise me just from their telling." Haley wondered what Cash had said about her but she was pretty sure that Cash at least wouldn't speak badly of Haley. On the other hand, she wondered what he was actually trying to say. Were they maybe not just friends but was there something more? Haley realised that she suddenly felt a little disappointed at the thought and quickly shook off the feeling. Nope Haley, lovers of friends are off limits!

Luckily he kept talking and she couldn't concentrate any further on her thoughts. "Yea sure, thanks." She didn't know which tent anyway and Ronnie seemed nice as she reached for the quill and now turned to the girl Ronnie had also approached. She was part of Haley's band and smiled broadly at her. "Hey, I didn't see you there! Glad you're here too and you should definitely come to the tent too!" Haley spoke enthusiastically before turning back around and adding her name to the list.

After Haley was done with the SIgn-Ups she packed her bag and walked to the tent, which looked way too small for 10 people from the outside. But as soon as she walked through the opening, a huge area was revealed, wood everywhere and the smell of it was in the air. Haley closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She liked it here. Enthusiastically she looked over the living spaces, right and left. Then she moved on to the beds. On one she could see the boy, Ronnie, lying and tried to be quiet. She put her bag down on the left bed next to him and went on tipi toes back into the living space and made herself comfortable in one of the love seats.

Languages: Portuguese & English

England smelt like shit. Raul supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised, he’d all but expected London to reek the second he stepped foot off of the ship. Still, he’d held out some sort of hope that the nation would prove him wrong. Alas, instead it had been just as dreary and polluted as he’d dreaded. What was worse, the Hogwarts summer camp was absolutely abhorrently decorated. Everything reeked of piratical theming and desperation. God, what had he been thinking in electing to spend his winter break among the Europeans? It had been a chance to branch out, the first time in who knew how long Castelobruxo would make its appearance amongst the evermore intertwined international scholastic community. Alas, the camp had to be in London of all places. Beauxbatons couldn’t host it? At least if that were the case, there’d be a chance that it would be in a region that spoke a civilised language. He barely grasped English at the best of times, and with Boe doing whatever he did when he felt the need to shmooze, Raul had been left to find their tent on his own.

Fortunately, he’d be sharing it with his fellow schoolmates. Unfortunately, that meant cohabitating with mudbloods and bastards. Still, he’d no doubt need to do that regardless of where he’d stayed, and his time in the Amazon had seen him board with those of lesser blood status for two years. A few more weeks would not kill him.

Ironically, as he pushed through the entrance, his appearance seemed to match the interior theming of the tent. It was a fact that caused him to grimace. His beige shirt was long, and could have been mistaken for a robe were it not the slightly darker shade of beige pants that he wore beneath it. Yet, it was the golden jewellery that we wore that matched the treasure island theme of the whole experience. Chains, rings and earrings, Raul clattered and clinked as he entered.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, he was not the first to arrive. Ramírez was present, an upperclassman, albeit one Raul did not know all too well. Granted he was sleeping, and Raul had no immediate intention of waking him. The girl in the loveseat was an unknown however. A foreigner, no doubt, although from which school he could not say.

The Brazilian pursed his lips, struggling for the words in English, “Uh… hello. I… aqui here.”

Flailing with the English language aside, Raul took the opportunity to look over the tent, and immediately found himself taken by the decanters of exotic juices. Not bothering to discard his bag, the ill-mannered pureblood made his way behind the makeshift bar and opened one of the glass bottles, revealing a tropical-smelling pink liquid.

Without bothering with a glass, he raised the bottle to his lips, downing mouthfuls of the guava juice. At least he’d not need to survive on British cuisine alone.

Unfortunately, whatever the redhead would say would be lost on the boy, given his absolute disregard for learning the English language. A fact that would see him desperately seeking out to his sleeping countryman.

“Ramírez!” He’d call in Portuguese, “Oi, Ramírez, I need your help!”

@Cassandra Ironwoods & @Haley Rose

“A step forward and you’re not in the same place anymore.” —Chico Science

Manu Macedo was certainly not in the same place anymore. This odd, loud, smelly, dreary place was nothing like the calm, sweet, lush gardens of Castelobruxo and of Brazilian rainforests, though Manu supposed that since this wasn't the British wizarding school, she technically shouldn't be comparing it to Castelobruxo, the home of her heart. It reminded her more of Rio, to be honest, with the constant chatter and loud laughing and so many foreigners, so that at least gave her a little comfort as she made her way to the tent she had been assigned. (Apparently she was supposed to sign up for one, but Manu didn't know anyone here that she knew of; one mention that she was from Castelobruxo and they had told her to go to this one, so hopefully some of her more favorable classmates would be living in it.) It was something 'rum' or other, and since Manu had only really learned English in her non-magic ensino fundamental elementary/middle school before Castelobruxo and had brushed up on it only a little before this last-minute trip to London, she definitely hadn't learned what that meant. Luckily, it was the same in Portuguese - rum. So the English tent with its barrels, emblazoned with that word, was easy enough to spot.

Pushing aside the tent flap and ducking inside, Manu took in the décor with a quizzical eye. The whole place had a woodsy scent to it, with bunk beds of beige and black sheets covering wooden frames along the back wall, couches with a glass table that appeared to have fish inside of it for some reason, a rug - why was there a rug in a tent? - and even a bar on one side. Manu eyed it warily. Were they going to really put liquor in a tent with a bunch of kids? More likely, it was juice or something. Though, as her gaze landed upon a very familiar figure drinking a glass of pink liquid at the bar, she would soon wish it were alcohol. (Because that's what adults were supposed to drink to forget their current situations, right?)

Deus God, I should not have told them I was from Castelobruxo.

Raul Mirales Correa seemed to be everywhere she went these days, and the London summer camp was no exception. At least at school, Manu was lucky enough to live in a different lodging-house than the Mirales Correa brothers; here, though, for a month, she'd be in this tent, living with... well, at least one, but probably both. The Correas were like rotten fruit - they traveled in pears.

"Well, if this isn't a bicho de sete cabeças seven-headed beast (idiom meaning 'big problem')," she muttered under her breath before raising her voice to address the boy across the tent as she slugged her way over to the bunk beds to put down her bags. "Oi hi, Raul! Are your parents all right with you sleeping in the same tent as people with impure blood? Shouldn't they have gotten you your own, so the rest of us could live in peace? And where's your flea of a brother? I would rather know where he is so he doesn't stab me in the back when I'm not looking."

It was only then that Manu noticed that she was not alone in the tent with the Correa boy. Well, that was something to be grateful for, at least - he couldn't try to kill her if there was company, because that would ruin that disgusting rich-family image. An unfamiliar redheaded girl was sitting on one of the smaller couches near the fish coffee table, and a familiar figure seemed to be snoozing on the lower part of one of the bunk beds - Verona, or Ronnie, Manu's duelling teammate and friend. For a moment, Manu thought about climbing onto the top part of his bed, which looked to be unoccupied, but Ronnie looked to be sleeping so soundly, and she didn't want to wake him. Some things that didn't look nearly as unnecessarily extravagantly enough so as to be Raul's occupied the bed to Ronnie's left, so Manu clambered up onto the top bunk of the bed on Ronnie's right, using what strength she had to toss her bags there and then climb back down. Hopefully, she'd get a decent bed-made, but there was no way in hell she was sleeping under someone - especially not when there was a chance that someone was one of the Mirales Correa brothers.

Then, now bagless, Manu crossed over to the redheaded girl and plopped down into the seat next to her. She was not unfriendly, at least not until people proved themselves rude, cruel, or generally unworthy of kindness; so she gave the redhead, probably a Brit, a crooked half-smile. "Ignores him," she said in flippant, accented English. Grammar had never been her strong suit in her ensino English classes. "He is... a problem. My name is Manu." And with that, she stuck out her hand for a handshake, making sure to maintain eye contact.

	@Cassandra Ironwoods (as Verona Carlito Andréas)
|| Interacting with: ||	@Nicholas McCowan (as Raul Mirales Correa)
	@Haley Rose

Languages:
Portuguese & English

Hogwarts. Honestly, how was that institution still in place? Rumors spread across the globe rather quickly, and the fact that the site was chaotic wasn't really what was in question here because Castelobruxo was just as messy, if not more. However, the fact that the school had decided to set roots in the ugliest part of the world did not increase Boe's favor towards the institution. At best, the school could be considered a backwater. At worst... a shit hole. It was a relief to know they weren't staying on that horrid campus but rather in London. It was only moderately better, but moderately better is still better. The streets still smelled of cheap English beer, and the resident's breath wasn't much better. He could still feel the horrid scent clinging to the insides of his nostrils, and his expression reflected his internal feelings; Disgust.

The boy strolled through the rows upon rows of tents in his most fashionable attire. Boe had laced up black military-style boots tightly on his feet, and black harem shorts that stopped just below the knee were tightly rolled to expose the colorful pattern on the opposite side of the fabric. Then, finally, a fitted white tee shirt that suited the eldest Mirales Correa brother perfectly. And as a final bit of flair, several rings rested on the knuckles of Boe's left hand. Comfortable and stylish, nothing could be better.

Boe Mirales Correa pulled his way into the rum-barreled tent with a calm and polite demeanor, even if he was hardly ever that. Without announcing himself, he could see that his brother, Raul, had already found his way, Ronnie and Manu too. Apparently no sign of his luggage mule, Monet, just yet. Maybe carrying his luggage and her own most likely slowed the poor girl down, but at least Monet knew her place. It wouldn't make sense for a peon to do anything less for their rightful betters. Pulling himself up to proper posturing, the boy finally cleared his throat before speaking. "Good Morning, everyone." His English was far better than his brother's, considering he actually took the time to learn and study the language. Even if he hated this place, it would be hard-pressed to communicate with international guests without it. He was polite as always. His unfaltering and charming smile was still plastered across his face. Boe acknowledged everyone in the tent, excluding the already napping Ronnie. "Don't mind Manuela, by the way." He spoke at the new red headed girl in english with a slight portuguese accent, "She doesn't like Raul because of his family bloodline. I wouldn't believe anything she had to say." His lies were always spoken as truthes, and it seemed like he was rather adept at not telling the truth. Boe's mind was quickly drawn to Raul who was already barking orders around, which was to nobody's surprise. Sitting down on one of the empty bunks, Gregorio would turn to look at Manu. "Oh, and Manu? Have you ever considered dressing like you weren't going to a funeral? Or, more aptly, dressing like the corpse at a funeral? I think some color would suit you. Some greens or pinks would look nice." As he spoke, he kicked his legs onto the bed and leaned back, holding his hands behind his head. "Just something to think about."

Mentioning @Aly Salinger(Aka Manu Macedo), @Nicholas McCowan(Aka Raul Mirales Correa), @Haley Rose, @June Selwyn(Aka Monet Navarro-Gallay), and @Cassandra Ironwoods(aka Ronnie)

El could not contain his excitement when he find out that Ilvermorny has been invited to a summer camp by Hogwarts. He has only been to the Uk once when he was visiting Hogwarts, but he had never been to London before. He has heard a lot of good things about the city, they even also have a place equivalent to Broadway called the West End. But sadly, he doesn't have permission to go outside the camp to watch some of the musicals. That's a bummer, but he bet he would still have a ton of fun at the camp.

Finally, he has arrived at the London Quidditch Stadium, where the camp is held. He is even more excited when he found out the information about the venue. He is always a fan of quidditch ever since he enters the magical world. Being a muggle-born tends to make everything exciting for him. Well, what is more exciting than a sport with a flying broom, and magical flying balls?

El walked towards the sign-up sheet, he was a little late than most of his other Ilvermorny friends since he takes a long time to gawk at the stadium. At the sign-up tables, he sees the list of tents that are available. He just realize he did not have any plan to go with anyone from his school to share the same tent. But maybe this is an opportunity for him to make new friends! maybe people from other schools too. He looked at the sign-up sheet again and pick a totally random tent. He didn't even see the name of the other people that have signed up. Apparently, his random intuition guided him to a pirate-themed room(?) an odd but interesting design choice.

As he walks towards his destinated tent, he continues to gawk at the number of tents displayed inside the stadium, and the different designs they have. Most of the tent indeed looks too small to fit 10 people, but if he knows anything about magic, he also knows that he might be surprised about what goes inside those tents. And he was right. On the outside, his tent looked fairly small with a wooden barrel design and dark wood contrasting the green grass flourishing below it. As he enters, the smell of oak wood pleasantly ambushes his nostrils. The room inside is HUUUGE unlike how it looks from the outside. And even though it is a pirate-themed room, the oakwood smells reminded him of the woods and forests, which he is very fond of. There were already a number of people inside the tent, most looked foreign and older than him. Which does not intimidate him, he believes he can befriend anyone from any corner of the world. As he enters deeper inside the tent, he just greets everyone with a small "Hello!" and a wave, as he proceeds to go into the bed sections of the tent to put his belonging. As he passes them, he does notice a little heated discussion between the people there. Oh, he hoped they all will get along well, maybe he could help to lighten the mood? Hmm, maybe he should think about what's important first, which is picking the bunk bed he wanted to spend the next 30 days in.

Based on his observation, it seems that most of the beds have been filled. Then he notices the top bunk bed with a sleeping guy below it. He approach the bed and made the quietest movement to go up the bunk, but of course, the bed still creaked despite his effort. Gosh- let's hope he didn't wake up the seemingly tired guy below him.

It was a nice nap for a moment until it was not. What woke Ronnie up from his power nap was not because the bed above him creaked or dipped. Ronnie knew eventually someone will claim the top bunk above him. What woke him was the commotion that was familiar to him. Not at school and definitely not at Summer Camp.

Even though the Casteloruxo kids were far from home, as usual; Correa (Boe), Manuela, and Mirales (Raul) managed to get into arguments. Ronnie tried to continue his nap but with the debate that was going on between his schoolmates, Ronnie could not get the nap that he wanted.

Ronnie tossed and turned in his bed but when Correa (Boe) entered the vicinity, his voice traveled to Ronnie's ears and somehow cornered Manuela to the corner, at this point Ronnie gave up on his sleep. The Duellist then took a deep breath and swung his feet. He gathered his bearing and look at the trio that was in an argument.

"Pelo amor de Deus, gente! For God's sake, people! I am trying to sleep here,"Ronnie said. "Take it somewhere else, will you?"Ronnie made a sarcastic remark that he direct it to both of the Correa brothers. He was a little annoyed that Boe, Manu, and Raul disturbed his power nap. But he tried to calm his inner annoyance towards his schoolmates.

Manuela did not do anything wrong. His annoyance was directed at the Correa brothers. "Leave the girl alone, Correa, "The blue grey-eyed boy said to the Quidditch player. It escaped from his mind what position Boe played in the Castelo Quidditch team but he is a Quidditch player.
Ronnie then observed Manuela's choice of outfits.

It was a bit underdressed (or perhaps Ronnie was the one that was overdressed with his black tee and jean jacket). But since it was summer, the outfit that Manu chose fit the occasion. "Your outfit looks lovely, querida darling"Ronnie told Manuela and smile up at her. Verona Carlito Andréas Ramírez, the ever people pleaser and the peacekeeper.

Well, the latter is kind of hard to achieve at the moment. Then Ronnie's eyes bounced from the trio to Haley and Lucinia. "Hey, you!"Ronnie's voice cracked with how parched he is. "Glad both of you chose this tent,"Ronnie continued as he stood up from his bunk. He then makes a beeline towards the bartender-like table.

Ronnie then pours out one of the juices and in one big gulp, the liquid was gone. Clearly, the boy was parched. Ronnie then wipes the remnant of the juice (if there were any) from his mouth and clears his throat. And it seems the committee of the camp gathers all Castelobruxo kids under one tent when he saw Monet was one of his tent-mates.

"Gallay,"Ronnie nodded his head as a way of greeting Monet. Ronnie was about to pour another drink when his eyes landed on the boy that took resides above his bed. "Hello, who are you?"Ronnie inquired the curly-haired boy with his heavily thick English-Portuguese accented. The boy seems a year or two younger than Ronnie but he is cute nonetheless.

"You are cute!"Ronnie said without realizing he said it out loud what his inner thought think about the foreign boy. "If that's what you want then sure,"Ronnie answered what Lucinia asked the group. "But if the couch makes you uncomfortable, there are plenty of beds to choose from"The Castelo student expressed and flashed his dimples at the other girl.

Although Ronnie was still a bit annoyed with Mirales (Raul), the boy did ask for his help. Ronnie then took a deep breath and exhale it. "How can I help?"He questions the youngest siblings of the Correa brothers from behind the bartender counter.