Hexwizard Spectators Thread

Languages: Portuguese & English

The Brazilian smirked at his Spanish-speaking companion, overly pleased with her acceptance of his own assertion. Of course he was right, he was Raul Otavia Vinicius Mirales Correa, the best there ever was. And today, it seemed would be a rather good one, fine company and a fine spectacle, there was little that could ruin his mood.

Then an entirely unknown Russian boy approached. It took the Brazilian a few moments to realise that the diminutive Slav was addressing him when he began to shout in a language that may have been English, or may have been German, he supposed the former, at least a few of the words were not entirely foreign to him. That said, he didn’t comprehend a lick of it, the foreign tongue utterly lost on him as the student from Koldovstoretz, that word he did recognise, shouted at him for some entirely unknown reason. Raul blinked.

Only for another intruder, some redhead, her face vaguely familiar but unable to be placed. Had he perhaps made out with her over the preceding summer camp? She would be among many, a forgetful face among the sea of English roses that he had thrust himself upon. Her shriek was loud, and near-avian in its temperament and carriage. Once again, Raul blinked, the singular word of ‘you’ one he could at least understand.

Before he could process what was going on, the second of the strange foreign interlopers scurried off, much like the crabs did along the beach. That was a much more pleasant memory, chasing the critters and crushing their shells between his fingers. Nothing quite so bemusing as upstart mudblood Europeans.

Raul’s gaze shifted from the red-head, back to the Russian, then back to his schoolmate.

“What the fuck?” He asked, his voice incredulous. For once, he was utterly taken aback, the assault of foreign languages rendering him without words.

Even as the students beneath him battled to near-death, their stunts and spells threatening to tear each other limb from limb. The boy could not bring himself to worry about the near murder of any of them, even if it would worry a particular Head of House of the shithole of a school that was Hogwarts. No, there were far more pressing concerns. Namely, the obvious assault upon his person by foreigners.

“Do, uh, you know either of those people? I swear I’ve not seen either of them in my life,” He asked Agata blandly, his eyes drawing away from the girl and back to the Russian boy.

“No English,” he said plainly, before adding in Portuguese, “You stupid fucking monkey.”

@Beatrice Langstreth, @Winnie Harper & @Clark William Baird-Carter

Roleplaying as: Agata Ríos Matos
Languages: Spanish - #e62719 English - #195ee6
Interacting with: @Nicholas McCowan as Raul Correa, @Clark William Baird-Carter as Vlad Gunther, @Winnie Harper
Open to other interactions

REMEMBER ME- AS A GOOD THING. Vladislav glared at the boy who claimed he spoke no english- and to his counterpart who asked him whether he was Hogwarts or not. "No. I AM KOLDOVSTORETZ. I WILL MAKE SURE HOGWARTS LOSES THIS GAME IF NO ONE ROOTS FOR KOLDOVSTORETZ." Okay, now he was just spitballing words out.

He turned around, his dorsal fin pointed towards the exit- and Vlad just faced himself towards the exit before attempting to make one final declration- he wanted to kick someone- specifically the one that told him his school was 'pathetic.' How dare she? And it seemed that if someone spoke english all so well- they must be from Hogwarts.

Ugh. That school, and Durmstrang- would make Vlad's face turn beet red in embarrassment. He looked at Winnie. "Don't. Even. Talk."

He was mad with her, with the two kids he addressed earlier, and with himself. Why did he bother to show up if his school was despised already? It was a small school and he simply wished to earn his school the title- so they didn't have to suffocate under Durmstrang's greed or rudeness.

He took a step towards Winnie, and attempted to kick her as hard as he could.

Action: Kicking @Winnie Harper

Mentioning/Interacting: Winnie, Raul @Nicholas McCowan Agata @Beatrice Langstreth

George squinted at the sight of Gideon among the plural personification of 'the man' that was seated all around him. Considering that Gideon was something of a globetrotter, George was not surprised that he was from money, and had to suffer all the associated obligations. As a muggle-born whose family had little influence in the magic world, he enjoyed the privilege of a complete lack of expectations for himself. His parents were just happy as long as he came home alive twice a year.

"Those ladies are well-dressed," George said, observing the attractive women with the expected impartiality of a veteran homosexual. At least he could appreciate their style, if not any other qualities they might possess. Looking beyond them at his favorite little demon, however, George raised out of his seat a bit and waved. "Hey! Gideon!"

Doubtful that would receive a response, George turned his attention back to Alec just in time to see Aurelia dive-bombing poor Alec. Not that he knew what had happened - there was no sign of the owl when he turned around, just a girl talking to him. "Kolya's the little one," George answered, pointing toward the little Koldov lad on the board. He turned his head back to give Aurelia a quizzical look. Where did she come from? "I'm George Henry - pleasure."

He wasn't uninterested in the Hogwarts-Koldov match, but a flock of distractions had appeared from nowhere around him and his friends. Not only that, but his search for Gideon had brought to his attention the more glamorous figures present at the event. There was... everyone. Everyone looked important. George wasn't sure there had ever been a larger gathering of magical communities outside of the International Confederation of Wizards. He could not shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen, even through the heartbreak of Alan's not-betrayal.

Falentra (the alleged special person) had apparently showed up, putting the thoughts of international magic politics to the back of his... no, no. This time, he actually stayed worried about existential threats, rather than the tortured debris of his hypothetical life love. He did shoot a glare up to Aurelia when he heard the attempt to stoke some trash talk about Bloom. "Wait, I thought you went to Hogwarts? Have some respect, she's on our team." Never did George think he'd be the one defending Bloom, but here he was.

Alec and Winnie were about the only people that George was happy to see among the accumulation of Hogwarts students. Somehow, Alec looked even worse than before... he had some marks where the owl had landed earlier marring his usually-pretty face. This was a good opportunity to test the waters... Would the facilitators of the tournament be able to spot him and stop him if they saw him doing magic in the stands? If they couldn't stop him, after all, then there was no way they could stop whatever was bound to happen. In the worst case he might be ejected, which would be embarrassing, but at least spare him the stress of being in this bloody room.

Reaching into his pocket, George smoothly drew his wand and pointed it at Alec's face. It was cherry wood with a knobby handle and several dents and marks from the abuse it had suffered over the years, but it still did the trick. "Hold still, you've got scratches," he hummed, giving his wand the standard diagonal flick as he muttered the incantation of the minor healing charm. "Episkey."

Action: Casting episkey (minor healing charm) on Alec, if able.
Mentioning: Kolya (@Avery McCall), @Alan Vanes, @Bloom Silverton, and maybe Thomas, Flash, and Winnie by virtue of proximity
Interacting: @Alec Mason, @Aurelia Notresvace, @Falentra Black, @Gideon Athanatos

AngelFyre was as excited to cheer on team Hogwarts as was Simon, but she had sent him word this morning that she would have to meet him in the Ballroom. There was an owl that she just had to compose and send, and it just honestly could not wait.

As she was running down the corridor, she knew she must be pretty late as it was fairly empty. Her heart sank a little because she hoped she would not have too hard a time finding Simon in the crowd, which was going to be immense given all the other school's students, the press, representatives from Magic Ministries from around the globe, and a lot of proud parents and siblings. She knew little of the Wizarding world, still, but she knew this Hexwizard Tournament was a BIG deal. Like along the lines of the Olympics being reintroduced in the Muggle world BIG.

She stopped short before she reached the doors as she heard a loud kerfuffle some ways down the corridor and off to a side corridor. She saw nothing but she heard enough to tell her someone... or a few someones... were not happy. A male voice was insistently yelling,"Let me go! I have every right to be in there."

Whatever it was, she felt it was more than likely none of her business. Security was always an issue at such events. Besides, she wanted to find her fellow as fast as she could and enjoy watching Hogwarts wipe the floor with Koldovstoretz. She knew he was particularly enjoying that our school champion was also a Dhampir. A great showing by Howard White would go a long way to possibly silencing the nastiness that half-breeds did not belong in the world of magic's schools.

AngelFyre did not know Howard White personally, but she knew Simon Kincaid. He was refutation enough of that ridiculous argument if anyone would care to look or get to know him. She had more than a sneaking hunch the same could be said of Hufflepuff dhampir, Howard White.

She slipped in quietly, closing the door behind her, scanning the crowd.

Now, just where was her handsome dhampir? Looking at the three chess boards, she reasoned he would try to get as close to the Hogwarts battle board as possible, so she would start there. She looked for about 2 minutes before she finally heard him yelling his support.

She waited until the crowd had settled once again and he was seated. She was finally able to catch his eye and started towards him as he waved at her, huge smiles planted across both of their faces.

This was going to be a great day.

Stats: Sta 7 || Eva 6 || Str 1 || Wis 7 || Arc 6 || Acc 8

Health: 700/700

Abilities: Seer 1 || Fearless

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─────This was not what she would have guessed wizards chess to be. Granted, there weren't a lot of expectations going into this. But it was just muggle chess with more violence, apparently. Despite the vague confusion as she tries to follow along with the events across the three boards, Avery continues to watch with rapt attention. It was certainly interesting regardless. She didn't know much about the other schools, but Hogwarts was at least doing a decent job as far as she could gather.

A brief lull in the action allows the Hufflepuff to pull her attention away from the boards and give a cursory glance around the stands. Groups of students huddled together to watch and discuss amongst themselves, vendors seemed to still be lurking about with their ridiculously overpriced wares. Not much had changed aside from the sheer amount of spectators populating the stands now. The quick survey didn't yield any sight of any overly familiar faces, however.

Turning to refocus on the weirdly violent chess, Avery happens to spot a girl seated by herself nearby. She looked to be about the same age, though she wasn't entirely sure if she was a Hogwarts student or visiting from abroad. A moment of hesitation passes, her eyes flicking from the board to the girl before she makes up her mind. Shuffling a little closer, the Hufflepuff offers a bashful wave in greeting. "Is wizards chess usually this...intense?" she questions, corners of her mouth ticking up into a small smile.

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Stats: STA - 5 EVA - 7 STR - 8 WIS - 5 ARC - 4 ACC - 6

========== Items: Wand Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong: +15% strength ==========

Interactions are strongly encouraged, I live for drama!

Alec lips formed a thin line as he stared warily at his friend, as the other answered, telling Alec he was fine. Fine was a funny word, It oculd mean a lot of things, certainly more than 'fine', and it didn't do a thing to ease Alec worries, if anything, it only ampified them, at the very least there was a moment to lighten the mood when George clarified his words. Alec had mishead... He wasn't really listening as he had been worried about Goerge. Alec's face flushed when George clarified the kids age, Alec glanced back and snorted. “Okay so maybe I was only half-listening...” Alec replied with a hum a smile edging onto his lips. It was kind of funny, no? At least Alec thought it was. He was still going to have to talk to George later, fine didn't really mean he was fine, but for now, well- A vibrant girl would appear seemingly out of nowhere, though she of course had to have entered the room, she was vibrant both in appearance and personality. She had immediately made way to George, saying quick introductions before talking about someone named 'Mattie'. Alec glanced towards George, confused and at a lost for words. George introduced Alec for him, and Alec waved shyly, not caught up in introductions but another name he knew nothing of. Alec blinked, “wha- what? who's Gideon?” It was a shame he wasn't given much time to focus on either of these name she'd never heard before but somehow George did. For there was more that had to happen, what would an event be without some chaos and an interesting story to tell?

Of all the strange things to happen today Alec would find one that stuck out from them all, the one to top it. Like a speed ball hurtling towards him in the air, the animagus came flying, crashing into him before he knew it, before he could recognize what had actually happened. The sheer force of the attack and his surprise at an owl hurtling towards him at max speed mounted together, enough to knock him off the seat of the spectator bench he was sitting on. Knocking him off he would pitifully fall to the floor. He winced in pain as his body smacked the hard ground. It was going to bruise, or at the very least leave a mark. In a child, not well executed reaction, he could feel the salty tears brimming at the edge of his eyes immediately. Alec sniffled and wiped them away. Why did animals hate him so much? Alec was cursed, and now he was probably going to have to give up his seat and switch it because somebody decided to bring their owl. Standing, Alec backed up and brushed off his robe. However, when he stood and when to look towards his seat on the bench, there was no owl to be found. Instead Aurelia sat in the owl's place and Alec stared and blinked. What?

Aurelia was fast, already trying to catch up to the ongoing conversation, but Alec was caught up in the moment, still using a hand to rub a sore arm from hitting the ground. “How did you-” Alec took a deep breath before shaking his head. “Whatever, I don't think I ever want to know.” Taking a seat he would listen in on George and the other girl's conversation. Her focus towards insulting a member of the durmstrang team. Alec snorted, in reaction, snickering following when George joined in. It was funny. George elbowed Alec, encouraging him to join in, however the Gryffindor was hesitant to join in on the activity himself and simply shook his head. “I don't know... shouldn't we be cheering on Hogwarts instead of booing Durmstrang?” Playfully Alec stuck his tongue out at his friend. “We need more positive energy here,” Alec teased. Though Alec was acting as if he were the better person here, that couldn't be further from the truth. George pointed out Koyla as the small one and Alec nodded glancing where he was pointing. Koyla was adorable, like a tiny baby, too tiny, Alec couldn't understand how he had been allowed to participate but that was beyond the point.

When George introduced himself to Auri, it occurred to him, the sudden possibility that they hadn't met yet. “Oh yeah that's Aurelia, have you not met?” Alec asked George curiously, not bothering to explain the intricacies of how they knew each other. Imagine how starting a setence like that would have gone. 'Here's this girl I kissed once. I spilled a whole bunch of secrets to her you don't know. When she's around I do a whole bunch of things I shouldn't.' Yeah, not exactly a sentence you want to hear coming out of anybody's mouth. Aurelia was getting really into the game, and Alec nervously bit at his lips as he watched her shout. She would jump up to hug someone name Falantra then make an off-handed remark about bloom, he could figure out who people were from context alone, but he didn't know any of them. He was confused by the remark, but at least George had something to say in turn. Though George's attention quickly turned from Aurelia's conversation to Alec, George pulling out his wand as he remarked about Alec having scratches. Slowly coming to the realization George intended to help, Alec face flushed, embarrassed. It was nice of George to be so thoughtful, but Alec had a feeling this didn't reassure the fact

Alec was capable of taking care of himself. Alec would shake his head. “Oh George, you really don't need to, I'm okay, it's just a couple of scratches, it hardly hurts.” Well, it didn't hardly hurt, however saying it hardly hurt sounded better out loud. Choice of words or not Alec had a feeling with George, it didn't really matter what Alec chose to say, it was likely he would insist and likely Alec would give in. “It hurts more than hardly hurting but um... Okay fine, do it if you want.” Yes Alec awkwardly giving in and George had to nothing, what a life. (Not me hoping George somehow crit fails for the sake of how funny it would be)

Looking off to the side Alec focused his eyes on the ground. Thinking about minutes earlier with George upset and seemingly jealous over Alan. “You know, we still have to have that little break up tradition you suggested. I could really go for tea and biscuits. Maybe sometime next week? I don't know.” Alec frowned, they had ended it ages ago, and only now did Alec feel in a state to talk about it, and it was also a subtle way of telling George without truly having to say the words. The ball had been such a mess, a terrible memory he couldn't get rid of. It was a relief to have it all in the past now. “We should be watching the games.” Alec half-laughed, of course it was like Alec to get side-tracked. He turned to George. “Can you explain what's happening in the Hogwarts one? I'm having trouble focusing.”

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Stats
Stamina: 9(780/900) || Evasion: 9 || Strength: 7 || Wisdom : 8 || Arcane Power: 10 || Accuracy: 12
Abilities
Evasive Maneuvers || Advanced Casting || Perfectionist || Wandmaker(Phoenix Feather)
Inventory: Wand

@George Henry @Aurelia Notresvace

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Open to Interactions

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Interacting: @George Henry | @Alec Mason | @Mathias Pride @Thomas LeStrange | @Aurelia Notresvace | @Flash Holmwood

Outfit: ✿ | ✿

Mentioning:

English | Irish

"Hi Alec, I'm Winnie! Any friend of George is someone I definitely want to meet, 'cause this guy is awesome." Winnie nudged the broom racer playfully before leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Is your boyfriend okay? He looks a bit sick." Yes, she did assume the Gryffindor was George's boyfriend.

"Well, he didn't really say he'd be here." She admitted, twirling a piece of her long red hair around her index finger, "But... He should be, you know? It's weird that he's not, right?" He should have just KNOWN that Winnie wanted him to attend. Why did she have to tell him?

As her blue eyes scanned the crowd once more, she spotted a flash of red hair from far away. Matt. Sitting up high as if perched with the rest of his fancy family. Ah... She should have known. This was why he didn't invite her to the trial; he didn't want her to meet his family. Whatever. She was going to make her presence known-- Erm, somehow. "MATT!" She suddenly screamed, waving her hands in the air in an attempt to grab his attention. "MATHIAS PRIDE! DOWN HERE!" Let his fancypants family try to ignore her now.

She hadn't expected her upperclassman to start booing the Durmstrang Queen as well, but she couldn't have been more happy. "Feck yeah! Go George!" Why the hell had Jack been keeping George from her for all these years? This guy was awesome.

She was having so much fun that she didn't notice the owl landing behind her. A lot of people were close by, so she didn't even jump when Aurelia spoke to her. "Huh? That depends, is Lysander the one wearing the gown and tiara?" She squinted towards Felix, wondering if the name suited him. Hey wait a minute, wasn't this girl at her birthday party last year?

Suddenly something skitted across the ground and landed on her feet. The Irish girl noticed it right away because of how shiny it was. She leaned over to pluck it from the ground, a brow raising as she inspected the silver mustache attached to the band. She was about to slide it onto her finger when she was greeted by the sight of a bare torso. Huh. She knew it wasn't Matt's because it lacked the very obvious curvature of his pale skin pulled over his rib bones.

She recognized him when his face appeared from beneath the fabric. It was Table Boy! The one that had almost squashed the entirety of Ravenclaw's lunch while searching for Dee. He was terrifying, but he had also stood up for her, so he was a decent guy in her books. "Oh! It's you." She nodded as if he would understand/remember their meeting prior to this one.

"Did you ever find your wand?" Is that why she hadn't seen him around? Did they kick you out of school if you didn't own a wand or lost yours?! Merlin-- "This is yours too? You sure do make a habit out of losing important things." She would return it, but it wouldn't be kicked in his direction. She pushed up from her seat to physically hand the ring over to the Slytherin.

This event must have been disguised as a reunion, because another friend would soon appear. "Hi Flash!" She rose a hand to wave over at him before she quickly did a double take. Wait a minute... "... You... Look different." She couldn't quite figure out why he looked so different, until it suddenly clicked. "Your eye!" She supposed she shouldn't be too surprised. Aurora changed her hair color as often as she changed her socks, so why wouldn't he be able to change his eye colour? Magic was truly amazing.

"A g-gift? For me?" The Ravenclaw's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks heating up. Had she missed their friendship anniversery? "But I didn't get you anything--" She paused, blinking down in amazement at the amber liquid. A shaky hand reached out to take it. He had made it, just for her? Hugging the vial against her chest with one hand as if it were the most precious thing in the world, Winnie's eyes started to well with tears. "This is... The nicest present anyone has ever given me. Thank you... So much." She would try to use her free arm to pull Flash into a hug. She could remember what she had forgotten! Finally all her questions would be answered.