Hexwizard Spectators Thread

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@Kim Sato ||

Bailey was smiling. A lot, maybe more than usual- and that was saying something because she smiled almost constantly. Bailey had noticed that she did smile more around Kim- he was like her safe space- somewhere she knew she was safe and could be herself.
Agreeing to be Kim’s Princess of Sweets was the least she could do- and she kind of liked the nickname!
if we use it in public people are only going to believe the rumors even more bailey thought. She didn’t care for the rumors, though she did have a few butterflies in her stomach, she couldn’t figure out who was causing them..
Smiling at Kim, Bailey went to get their food. Kim said that he would save their seats, and Bailey smiled at that.
Walking over to get the food, Bailey wondered would Kim be here if I didn’t bring him? He has seemed to be more reclusive- well reclusive for him. We both are everywhere all the time, it has to be exhausting. He probably just needs a break.
After she was back in her seat, Kim thanked her for coming with him. She laughed lightly, and said “No-thank you for coming with me! You could have gone with someone else, a great many other people, and yet you didn’t turn me down…” bailey stopped talking, and took a bite of her hotdog, and sighed in contentment.
The food was really good, and Bailey finished it quickest, both her hot dog and her hamburger. She then pulled out her notebook, the one that had her cake sketches in it, and started doodling a cake design inspired by the game. She was half watching the tournament, and half drawing.

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@Avery McCall
@Irina Sousa

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Edward came into the ballroom at late, he couldn't believe he was late to one of the very things he was so excited about! The hex-i-wizard tournament! Edward's sense of hearing and sight were blocked by loud bustling, whistles, and chatter as people from all sorts of wizarding schools and ages were seated and walking. People stood selling butterbeer and all sorts of trinkets! That Edward decided against buying once again, he wanted to save his money for something of more upmost importance, even though a souvenir would be cool! Edward could only wish to himself that no one mistook him for an Ilvermony student because of his American accent. Edward found an available seat after going through rows and rows of students, accidentally stepping on one or two of their feet. Well, it wasn't his fault, even though he politely apologized anyways, they saw that he was trying to get through it's rude not to move as least your outstreched foot so that he could go! He may have been tall for a 11 year old, but come on he wasn't that big! People were just trying to make it annoying and hard, Edward clenched his teeth in annoaynce until he found the seat for him. Once he was seated he adjusted his blue and orange baseball cap, and pulled out a small plastic baggie of brownies from his large brown lettermen jacket's pocket. He jumped an yelled at the events that took place he voyld hardly believe what was happening, he would jump up to his feet yelling, his eyebrows knitted close to each other showing how passionate he was about the whole ordeal. He scanned the crowd once or twice, wondering if he would catch a familiar face. He slumped down back in his seat in defeat as Hogwarts took a big blow, Edward took in a sharp inhale as he watched. Of course Edward was supporting Hogwarts, it was his school anyways! School pride! He took a bite of his chocolate brownie as his ear ached from his earring and the overuse of loud noises. Edward could hardly keep still...

Stamina: 8 Evasion: 6 Strength: 3 Wisdom: 7 Arcane Power: 6 Accuracy:5

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Blame it all on the late night banner making, Lucifur’s meows and his demand for food was the one that woke her up. It was twelve o’clock, the match had already started and she was still in the dorm room looking like a mess. She promised her cousin to come and cheer for him, knowing his opponent was her own school, he would’ve got no chance. Hogwarts would be way too hard for any school to handle and that was her saying the truth.

Aurora jumped from her bed, scourgified herself because there was no time to take a concert in the shower, changed into whatever clothes lay on top of her trunk, fed and accompanied her furball to do his toilet business, and in less than ten minutes prior to waking up, she was ready. “BYE LUCIFUR I AM GOING TO BE AWAY FOR QUITE SOME TIME! DON’T PEE ON MY BED! I LOVE YOU” She blew a kiss towards the nonchalant cat and ran to the ballroom with a banner that she worked so hard on her hand.

Upon arrival, she could see that the match had begun for maybe a couple of rounds. There were the black team and white team, she still couldn’t figure out which team her cousin was in. “I AM LATE! I AM LATE! EXCUSE ME EXCUSE ME!” Rushingly rana towards the best bleachers spot according to her whilst bumping into people in the process (feel free to say that she bumped into you). She spotted some familiar faces, Winnie was there surrounded by people with familiar faces. Aurora would save the greetings and introduction later because she was extremely late to the match.

She scanned the giant chessboard, people were dressing up peculiarly, too weird to her taste, but cool at the same time. One face that she noticed first was Pericles’, how can she not? He had this cool queen costume and his signature white hair was hard to ignore. It seemed like the black team was Hogwarts, and they still had all of their team standing up so tall. That was when she realised that Koldovstoretz wasn’t doing so well, bad in fact. Three people were down, one of them looked grim, for all she knew he might be dead. She couldn’t even show everyone her banner and her eyes couldn’t stop shifting between the neck snapped guy and her cousin. He could be next.

Sta - 5 | Eva - 15 | Str - 5 Wis - 8 | Arc - 4 | Acc - 11 Terrible Presence Evasive Maneuvers Components

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The returned grin from the other girl eases some of the nervous fluttering in her chest. Avery settles a little more on her seat, leaning in slightly to try and hear a little better through all the sounds that fill the room. The girl's answer draws an amused chuckle. "That's fair," she concedes, "though I can't say I'm eager to try it anytime soon." As if right on cue, one of the students from a visiting school takes a somewhat brutal hit. The Hufflepuff cringes a little on their behalf. Though she was obviously rooting for Hogwarts, the brutality of it all caught her a little off guard. "Looks painful."

The introduction immediately draws her attention back to the girl beside her, though. Avery offers up a warm grin. "Great to meet you, Irina! A-" Her own attempt at an introduction promptly cuts out at the sudden appearance of a boy on the other side of Irina. He immediately flows into speaking with the girl, only looking her way after a moment passes. She couldn't quite place the look he gave her, but she shifted in her seat a little regardless, nerves partially resurfacing.

Avery glances between the two of them before she suddenly realizes he's addressing her directly. "Oh!" She straightens up a bit on her seat, clearing her throat as she offers up a small smile even as her cheeks flush slightly in nervous embarrassment. "Uh, Avery McCall, first year Hufflepuff. Good to meet you both," she finally manages, glancing between the two. She assumed by his comment before that the boy was also in Slytherin.

Despite her hesitance and a bit of light fidgeting, the Hufflepuff doesn't shy away from the rather surly boy that had joined them. Avery attempts to try and diffuse the vaguely tense situation with a smile. "Fraternizing with other houses not something you do alot?" she questions.

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

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

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@Anastasia Varney

House Colours: Gryffindor

The lack of confirmation or denial from the girl that he was sitting with wasn't exactly comforting, but the Jester was so ensorcelled in his own thoughts that it hardly seemed to matter now. On all three boards, the games raged on; and on his own board of interest two people had already fallen hard and stayed down. Piérre flinched a bit as a particular shield bash caused a Beauxbaton knight to drop to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The boy glanced to the other boards to witness their casualties as well, and then chewed the inside of his cheek a bit with consideration. Well, he knew that they had magic to heal all those who had fallen; based on his experiences with Dueling and Quidditch, however, he also knew that in the moment those injuries certainly hurt like heck. You either internalized the pain or you didn't... and Piérre had a hard time doing that in general. It certainly didn't help that he tended to be a bit of an empath when it came to the injuries of others; even now his head throbbed a bit as if he too had felt that pure iron shield crashing into his skull. His right eye twitched a bit with the unpleasant somatic sensation.

When Figaro had finished sniffing out the other girl, Piérre took his cat back into his arms and cuddled him tightly to his chest. While the bengal closed its eyes lightly and continued to purr at that magical frequency which was known to assist bone and tendon fiber growth, and Piérre too found himself quietly closing his eyes and humming to himself, trying to unconsciously match the pitch of his cat's 'voice'. Despite himself, a ghost of a smile spread across his features, and despite the shouting and cheering, the sound of metal on metal and weapons clashing against bodies... bodies hitting the ground...

The boy had somehow managed to slip into a tranquil space, at least for the time being.

That was, until a pair of other students shouted at what felt like the top of their lungs (@AngelFyre McCubbins & @Simon Kincaid) for the boy's sensitive ears, casing him to startle once again. Eyes wide open again, he snapped to attention towards the two newcomers, who appeared to be cheering for their alma mater; Hogwarts. After breathing in deeply to settle his heart rate, the boy sighed and then smiled again. Yes... excitement was to be expected. This had far more attraction than a Quidditch or Dueling match. This was a sport that involved all the magical schools from around the world; an event that had not been done for nearly 30 years... and an event that had killed a student the last time it... had... been... uhm...

Hosted at Hogwarts.

Good God this school and its closeted skeletons. Was there one thing about this school that was stable in the slightest? Something that didn't have any darker implications?

Pursing his lips again, Piérre glanced towards the place where the media was placed, glaring at them all sharply (some looked more hawkish than others, and Piérre notoriously didn't trust people who openly wore looks of distain like they were something to be proud of) before taking stock of his fellow students. His part of the bleachers didn't appear as bustling as the others, which was nice in that it was a more quiet atmosphere... Then again, it was a thinner crowd. Thin crowds made it more difficult to blend in; to hide, if need be. If he couldn't hide, if he couldn't run...

It would be Figaro who would pick up a familiar scent first; the smell of the Tall Black that had rescued him that spring from the feet of dancers and ballgoers when he and his brother had been separated from Gemello. With a creaking "Prrrrrr-ow!" The bengal would wriggle in his boy's arms for but a moment until Piérre graciously released him. In a heartbeat, Figaro was making his way towards the Black (@Xailah Alptraum) and her larger cat companion. If he managed to reach her, Figaro's tail would flick back and forth curiously, eyes half shut and perched only a few feet away. Polite, almost. As if waiting to have permission to approach while the Black still had her companion with her, or, perhaps better yet; as if asking the cat companion if he was alright with the thinner, silver bengal's approach to its human.

Piérre's eyes naturally followed his cat, and landed upon the gothic upperclassman. Continuing to watch now, cheeks paling slightly as he witnessed Figaro approaching (fearing that he would have to approach as well if spoken to... but... well... I mean... Xailah was cool. Piérre knew her at least a little bit. They had been on again off again "allies" and housemates), the boy was ready to pull his cat out of potential danger at any given indication that he might be threatened. Like his mage, the cat had a nose for adventure, and more often than not that nose could sometimes lead to trouble.

So... muscles tense, the boy watched. Waited, and kept his eyes peeled.

Action: Ready to Snatch Figaro if He is Threatened
Beast Master: Approaching Xailah and Schrödinger

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Statistics:

Stamina 6 (600/600) | Strength 6 | Evasion 15
Wisdom 10 | Accuracy 14 | ArcPower 5

Abilities:

π Keen Eye | Calming Presence | Beast Master (Figaro; ) | 's Grace π

Allies: Figaro, All Beast Master Pets, & All Students sans MJ Davenport

Items: Wand, Figaro, Fire Breathing Potion, Garroting Gas, Locksmith's Knife