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Olive had arrived in the London Quidditch Stadium not long ago, and she had immediately been swept up in wonder. The stadium was the place in which so many great Quidditch players had stood, and Olive, being a player herself, was instantly enthralled. She would definitely have to take advantage of her time here.

After several long moments simply taking all of her surroundings in, she decided she had probably better go and find her tent. Better find it now and meet the rest of her tent mates now rather than later. She made her way across the grounds to her tent. The tent certainly made a lasting first impression with swords and guns and handprints painted almost garishly on the exterior of the tent. In large letters was the word “Swashbuckler” which let the American know she was in the right place.

Sighing softly, Olive entered through the tent flaps and into the interior. Much larger than it looked from the outside, she wagered it could hold several students. That led her to wonder just how many tent mates she would end up having. To no one in particular she said, ”Hello! I’m Olive Adair, from Ilvermorny. Where are the rest of you from?” One of the first things anyone could tell about Olive was that she was incredibly friendly and bubbly. She hoped that she and her tent mates would hit it off so that she would know at least a few people other than her schoolmates.

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STA: 7 | EVA- 7 | STR- 2 | WIS- 7 | ARC- 5 | ACC- 7

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─────Gwen had been quite excited to go to summer camp. She had never been to the London Quidditch Stadium before, and was in awe of it's size when she had first come in. She had been imagining a quiddich pitch like the one back at Hogwarts, but no, that one was a hole in the ground compared to this giant pit.
She had arrived early; as her parents always believed that being late to something was dishonorable. Gwen couldn't disagree with that, but look where being late getting on the Hogwarts Express because she accidentally took the wrong staircase to the Entrance Hall got her: getting to sit with a new person and make friends with them! She wasn't sure if Lily was coming, though. Well, it didn't matter, because there was a whole tentful of people to meet.
She found her tent quite quickly, from the painted words 'SWASHBUCKLER' on the outside, and went inside to find no one already there. Placing her trunk in a shadowy spot next to one of the bunk beds, she climbed to the top bunk and bided her time to make a grand entrance from the shadows. At last, a girl came in the tent flaps, and said, "Hello! I’m Olive Adair, from Ilvermorny. Where are the rest of you from?"
But just as Guinevere was about to hop off the bed and proclaim, 'I am Guinevere Russetwood, from Hogwarts!", yet another person pushed through the flaps and muttered something in French that Gwen couldn't understand, even though her parent did send her to French camp when she was nine. The newcomer replied to Olive with a very snarky "Pleasure to be of your acquaintance Adair, though I might add that your parents had a interesting name choice". She did not look pleased to be in the tent, maybe she was forced to come? That was a familiar feeling; quite similar to Gwen's feelings at that muggle after-school math program.
"I think her name is just fine, Fayre. In fact, I might ask about yours," said Gwen, directing her speech towards the Beuxbatons girl. "Guinevere Russetwood, Slytherin, wonderful to meet you two delightful beings." She jumped off the bunk bed (and only breaking one ankle) and bowed a graceful fourty-five-degree bow to both.
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Interacting with: River Fayre (@Clair Fernandez), @Guinevere Russetwood and Olive Adair (@Sienna Lenoir)
Bolded Text: French | Regular Text: English | Color: #BF4040

Florian had ended up being one of the last to get to London for the ever anticipated summer games. As was the way with the LeRoy's, fashionably late was the only way to be. Of course, Florian had disagreed with this, as it meant that he would be loosing out of choosing a cabin and a bunk, but luckily for him, it seemed there was an overabundance of dwellings, and he happily signed up to share a tent with his current female interest, one River Fayre.

As he made his way to the tents, he patted down his hair that he had geled earlier that morning. Riding a broom really did a number on his usually perfect hair and he wanted it to look its best if he was to be seeing River today. Florian finally reached the entrance to the tent, and he stepped inside as boldly as one could open the flap of a tent. It appeared a few of the members had already arrived and they were... well... attempting to get acquainted. He did manage to catch names thanks to River, although they were certainly incorrect or perhaps not entirely what the person wanted to be called.

Florian raised his eyebrow at the two non-Beauxbaton girls before turning to River and saying in French, "Bonjour, River, lovely to see you again." he would slightly bow to her as he said this, and then would adjust himself to see the others. "Hello, Adair and Gwen, pleasure to meet you, my name is Florian LeRoy. Beauxbaton." He would offer them a light grin, which could perhaps be perceived as a smirk, as he would return to speaking to River in French. "Ah River, did you not want to attend summer camp? Do you not wish to crush Illvermorny and Castelobruxo? I for one cannot wait for the match, I've been practicing seeking with my brothers most of the summer thus far. Anyway, how has your summer been?" he said with a lot of enthusiasm. Those that didn't speak French would certainly be able to pick out the names of the two schools, but what Florian was actually discussing would be up to their imagination....

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The Outfit

time - early afternoon	purple athletic shirt and black flare pants - outfit
date - aug 1	silver rimmed glasses and three colorful wristbands on both hands - accessories
interacting - @Starlee Kennedy as Florian LeRay, @Clair Fernandez as River Fayre, and @Sienna Lenoir as Olive Adair	n/a - mentioning

Gwen turned as a new figure walked, no, dramatically pushed open and strutted though through the flaps. From his looks, he seemed to be French, like River. Inwardly sighing that there was indeed a guy that was to share a tent with them, she scanned him over. Hmm. Decent enough, she would say. His hair was nice. She didn't know why, but the first thing she looked for was whether their hair was nicely done or not. Perhaps because it affected their attitude towards politeness and manners, maybe?
Welp, no. The new dude raised a skeptical eyebrow at her and Olive, maybe because they weren't from Beuxbatons. Well! She'd show him that that haughty French school wasn't all that good. Or maybe she was mistaken and he was just concerned by how they were being acquainted. Anyways. If he was going to be cold to them, she would be cold to him. It was simple stuff! You give, you get.
The guy turned to River, giving an introduction in French, which she sort of understood. Something along the lines of 'hi, nice to see you again'.
Turning to her and Olive, he said, "Hello, Adair and Gwen, pleasure to meet you, my name is Florian LeRoy. Beauxbaton."
"My pleasure as well, Florian. Kindly refer to me as Guinevere, though if you really prefer it, Lynx is acceptable too," she said, letting a hint of ice creep into her voice. "I am from Hogwarts, and more specifically the house of snakes."
Florian gave a slight smirk, which only ticked off Gwen more. Straighteng up, she raised an eyebrow at him back and did a subtle and cold glare.
He turned to River, and started to talk in French to her. There wasn't much she recognized, just the names of other international schools and the irquiry of how River's summer was.
Perhaps if this Florian was busy talking French with River, she wouldn't be bothered too much.

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ooc note: i am not gwen. i do not have the same feelings as her. don't take anything she says, does, or thinks personally.

OOC note: I don't agree with most the things River says, please don't take them to heart

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"You're one to talk, River, was it?" she rebuffed, though internally, she was hurt by the other girl's words. Turning to the other, much more friendly girl in the tent, Olive smiled brightly. "Nice to meet you Guinevere!" As River piped back up, more hurtful words flowing out of her mouth, Olive's smile turned into a colder glare. "My name is Olive. My surname is Adair," she corrected. "And of course I came by will. Were you forced to come or something?" Olive was getting quite tired of River at this point.

Another, a boy this time, entered the tent. He must have overheard River, as he referred to her as Adair as well. "It's Olive, actually," she corrected him politely. He spoke to River in French then, and while Olive's French was not the best, she could understand bits and pieces of it. Enough to understand that he was speaking of the upcoming Quidditch game. "I hardly think you will beat us. Are you on the Beautbaxtons team?" she asked with slightly more interest. Quidditch was one of the things she was truly good at and loved. Deciding it was best to ignore the bits of what River was saying, she kept her head tilted towards Florian, waiting for his response.

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STA: 7 | EVA- 7 | STR- 2 | WIS- 7 | ARC- 5 | ACC- 7

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Interacting with: River Fayre (@Clair Fernandez), @Guinevere Russetwood and Olive Adair (@Sienna Lenoir)
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It seemed that those from the other schools did turn out to have at least an ounce of manners, which he hadn't received until now. Guinevere had actually been quite gracious in her introduction, and he somewhat regretted the smirk he had given both her and Olive, especially when Guinevere returned a cold look. Well, no matter either way, he was here in this tent specifically because of River, and he was happy enough with that. Perhaps later he could get on Guinevere's good side. Florian was a flirt after all, and if he deemed a girl worthy, he might try to make a move.

River seemed pleased to see him, almost relaxing as she had looked quite on edge before. It didn't take much to set River off, but Florian could try to mitigate it. He was certainly quite happy with that and to see her as well, and he smiled as she returned his greeting. Olive chose to speak up, correcting her name from what he had heard upon entering the tent. "Apologies, Miss Olive, I suppose that does make for a better name than... well... Adair." He had to turn back to River to avoid her seeing his light giggle at the thought. River would be sure to see it however.

He would listen as River explained why she had come, for her sister apparently. Florian had decided to leave his family behind entirely in order to visit, with the hopes of crushing the opposing quidditch team. He had been chosen as the teams seeker after all, something he was quite proud of. "Ahh, I see. Petite Fleas is definitely what I would call them as well. I've been practicing all summer, so there's no doubt in my mind that I will catch it." he said in French, emphasizing the word 'will.' Then, adding on, he commented in English, "Oh yes, we most certainly will win. There's no doubt about it, Beauxbaton's is best in all sports." This time, he put emphasis on the word all, knowing that his old broom racing pals would surely be up to winning once again this summer. This comment would also possibly anger the other two girls in the process, depending on their school spirit.

It was clear that these comments were of interest to Olive, most certainly because of her being from Ilvermorny. "Why yes, in fact, I will be the Beauxbaton's/Mahaoutokoro's selected first string seeker for the match." he said with as much arrogance as he could muster. "Are you a Quidditch Player, Miss Olive?" he would add, curious if he would see her out on the field, but he continued on without pausing for her answer, "For me, Quidditch isn't my favorite, but after a few students begged me to switch over from Broom Racing, how could I say no? It's been quite easy really." He would finally pause now, allowing Olive to answer.

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The Outfit