Closed Summer Camp - Pet Fair

• He could paw shake for friendship - BOINK!
• He could respond to his name - ZIING!
• He could stand up on his back feet - BOOM!
• He could jump through hoops - ZAP!
• He could dunk a ping pong ball of a basketball into a hoop - SWISH!

OOC INFORMATION:
Name of Pet: Rascal Mackenzie-Kincaid, aka Rascal, aka Ratman
Type of Pet: Rat
Action: Doing heroic tricks

@Simon Kincaid

Being a summer planner was a job of Duvessa's dreams. Responsibilities, efficient behavior and much planning. It suited the Duelist's taste very much. She walked onto the small clearing, approaching the Pet Fair. She was helping around to moderate what's going on as well as letting Bouncy have a fun time. Well, it looked like she was. Nibbling a thick apple slice, her little paws gripping it tightly and teeth moving quickly. Bouncy was perched on Duvessa's shoulder as usual, having a nice view of the souroundings.

After seeing another person there, she recognized him as Simon Kincaid, a Prefect and someone who stumbled into her Music room and they met. She watched in amusement as his rat it seemed was doing tricks, jumping around like it was having the best day of it's life. For a second, Bouncy froze and looked too, before jumping down quickly from her shoulder. The little rat watched the other shake paws and at once scampered close, pulling out a small paw, apple still in the other hand.

Duvessa shook her head at Bouncy's antics to try and copy. But her pet extended the apple, as if to share. But the sharp witted Slytherin tried to stop her.
"Bouncy, you can't offer food to the others. What if it can't eat it?" She said sternly, ready to remove Bouncy from the table if Simon protested. She turned to him.
"I am sorry about B. Your pet does some great tricks." Duvessa told him.

Name of Pet: Bouncy Ember
Type of Pet: Rat
Action: Shaking paws and offering an apple

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Calming Presence in Effect; All Pets Affected
Feel free to give pets a 10% auto-hit rate to their Accuracy checks (as it may apply)

Well of COURSE he was going to show off his pride and joy the lovely little Figaro that had been the boy's constant companion since the age of eleven when he had gotten sick that one time in February and had used that as an excuse to quite literally escape the castle for less than an hour during his lunch break so that he could buy a kitten to be his friend. It had been a lovely Valentine's day, and he had celebrated afterwards with a festoon of dungbombs in the corridors that had laid him (and a few others caught in the crossfire) in the Hospital Wing... where...

Piérre didn't try to think about that particular day of his life anymore. It made him twitchy and not at all comfortable with what was going on in the current point in time. Which was ridiculous, because he was supposed to be showcasing his beloved cat and all the cool things that his feline could do. Over the course of the years, the two of them had formed an inseparable bond, a connection that was magical likely even by the standings of being in a magical world where spells and fantastical creatures were the everyday norm. This bond was so deep, so fashioned out of the love for one another and the shared knowledge that the two of them would never do anything to harm the other that boy and cat worked like two cogs teething against one another; well oiled and perfectly designed to interlock and rotate without so much as a squeak.

Together they were able to sneak in shadows, together they were able to prance and frolic, and together they made quite an interesting pair; cat about the shoulders of his exotic boy.

Was Piérre proud of his little feline? Of course. Was he cocky about any of this? Absolutely not. Even if Figaro didn't win anything or didn't get much attention ladled on him at the conclusion of this party, Piérre would be there to relish all the love and attention that everyone else was missing out on. Figaro was a good boy (not neutered or declawed, however...), and had a very mature air about him at his keen three and a half years on his side.

Led in--with a leash now even attached to the harness that the cat wore--Figaro trotted happily at his master's side, glancing up every once in a while as if to divine the emotions crossing the face of the boy himself. Every once in a while Piérre glanced back down at his bengal and nodded affirmatively as if to say everything was alright, and then continued onwards until he could find a place to 'set up shop'. If anyone was looking carefully, they may have noticed that one of the boy's cheeks was slightly more filled than the other.

That little wad of vegetable matter would in fact happen to be the mandrake leaf that he was trying to keep in his mouth for the entire length of July. Enlisting the help of Professor Aardvark (unwillingly, but the kid had had the misfortune of being caught by the keen-witted professor whilst he had been attempting to undergo the Animagus process on his lonesome), Piérre was trying to finish this first irritating half of the ritual that essentially rendered him mute except for some excellent garbling. He had made attempts to cast spells, certainly, but it wasn't like he was allowed to cast spells at this time of the year anyways what with the blasted Trace on him and all. Indeed, speaking to the boy would likely prove to be a challenge... but not one that the boy would try to shy away from if he could help it.

So with cat in tow, Piérre found a small area away from cages (there was no way that he was going to keep his beloved familiar in those terrible crates) and sat down on the ground with Figaro walking in circles in front of him as the feline took in his surroundings with obvious glee. Eyes twinkling with mirth at watching his familiar find himself so contented, Piérre snapped once and twice to get the cat's attention before starting to do the small show of tricks that he had prepared. In his pocket was a few scraps of the human food that was being provided at the faire, as well as some wizard brand cat treats in case he ran out of the human scraps. Tamping down the mandrake leaf in his mouth so that he could attempt to speak as clearly as could be managed, Piérre began to command his familiar, starting with one of his favorite tricks.

"Figaro! Stola! Literally; Stole"

Immediately the cat leapt from the ground and directly onto the shoulders of the boy, walking around his neck a few times to get comfortable before laying down across his shoulders and putting his head down on paws steady on Piérre's left side. Figaro lazily looked across the area, eyes half-closed, and began to crescendo into a deep and satisfied scratchy purr as Piérre gently itched the base of the cat's tail. "Bravo, Figaro." Piérre affirmed. Black tipped tail flicked back and forth for a few moments before Figaro's attention was captured once again by his master taking off his hag stone necklace and then tossing it into a collection of loose mishmash just out of sight of himself and his cat. The next command was this; "Figaro, scrutare; Articolo! Search/Find; Item Accompanied by a point towards the direction the boy had thrown the item.

With the lightness of a cloud, the feline leapt from his boy's shoulders and began to sift through the things that were strewn all over the place. After a little while of poking and tugging, the feline did finally manage to uncover the hag stone that was on its little leather necklace. Figaro looked back to Piérre, and as if on cue, the boy gave the next command. "Bravo, Figaro! Confireire. Confer/Give" With an extension of his hand.

Picking up the little trinket in his mouth, Figaro trotted merrily back to his master and dutifully handed the necklace back to his brother. Piérre gratefully received it and with a smile and a declaration of; "Bravo, Figaro!", bequeathed upon the silvery feline a little bit of taco meat and then replaced the hag stone necklace safely about his neck again. A good luck charm it was, as well as a means of protection against all the evils that slunk about the vicinity of this school and the Forbidden Forest... A way to see the 'real world' better than most, and an only defense against the dark magics that would try to conceal it. Yes, this item was worth teaching his cat to retrieve... just as it was a trick to teach the cat to defend and to handle himself in a brawl. These were the less delightful tricks that Piérre had ingrained upon the mind of the highly intelligent silver bengal, but they were arguably the most important ones. Hopefully he would not have to make good on enforcing those tricks upon anyone here.

That wasn't what he had come here for, after all. The boy continued to relish praise upon praise on his feline. Figaro was more than deserving of them. He was one of the smartest cats that Piérre had ever known... perhaps it was more than likely that his dearest companion just so happened to have a little bit of Kneazle in his family history that his seller had known nothing about beforehand.

Beast Master Piérre's Familiar Abilities: 's Grace | Claws and Bite Action: Performing Retrieval Tricks Status: Calming Presence (Piérre)

Figaro the Silver Bengal: 200/200

Said | Thought

It was said that there would be a Pet Fair on July 15^th in Summer Camp. Zach was so excited to join in with Zephyr, his pet owl. They had been together for eleven months and maybe they could show their bond in the event together. He prepared Zephyr's cage and owl treat and did not forget to bring a bottle of water. They went together to the event with Zephyr in its cage. It was hooting here and there, looking at the surroundings and other participants especially the rats with its round eyes. "Are you looking at those rats? Nope. They are not your meal and please behave so we would not made any problems here," said Zach to his pet owl. Zephyr sounded sad hoot because he could not eat those rats or maybe it was all in Zach's head, trying to interpret Zephyr's hooting.

They arrived at the Pet Fair location. Many participants had already there, prepraring themselves and so do Zach and Zephyr. The double Z took a spot somewhere in the middle but not at the place where all eyes would catch them. It was Zach's choice to occupy the spots. He wore his protection gloves before open Zephyr's cage. He took a leash and tied it on Zephyr's right leg. "It's just for today and I will never put it on you again unless it is necessary to do. I'm sorry, friend," he said. Zephyr made a sad hoot once again. Zach pet it on its head trying to cheer it up. Then he took out Zephyr and tied the other end of the leash on a standing.

Zach sat behind the standing, with Zephyr in front of him. He brushed its feathers so it looked shiny under the sunlight. Zephyr sometimes hooting over and over. It also turned its head 360°. Its beautiful round eyes looking at some rats seriously but Zach's pat and the leash on its leg made it could not flew far. "Here some treats," Zach said while giving Zephyr some owl treats. A cup of drink was also prepared near the standing.

Hoot hoot... Hoot hoot...

Information of Pet

Name: Zephyr
Type: Barred Owl
Action: Standing and Hooting

Katherine "Kit" Felix
Stamina 9 | Evasion 12 | Strength 13 | Wisdom 4 | Arcane Power 0 | Accuracy 15
Savior | Calming Presence | Evasive Maneuvers II

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Pets- Kit didn't have one, but they had always sounded like fun. Not that she really knew how animals did with portkeys, but the Hogwarts students could definitely show off their furry/scaly friends. While she would have enjoyed winning something, not having a cat or ferret (her top choices) made it a little challenging to compete. Still, it'd be fun to meet others and get an excuse to see cool tricks or offer scritches and pets! The rules were simple enough, nodding along as she lightly bounced in place before the fair opened and the Beauxbatons student was free to wander.

Rats had never really been a top choice for Kit, but she couldn't deny that she was curious about them or didn't think they were also cute. Now would be the perfect opportunity to learn more and potentially see if they could change her mind on the current pet ranking. Two rats (and their owners) were meeting each other and looked friendly, so the girl approached with a curious tilt of her head. She'd only arrive to hear the last bit of the younger girl's dialogue, raising an eyebrow at the mention of tricks. For some reason, the idea that rats could also do tricks had never crossed her mind, assuming it was only something for cats, dogs, and similar creatures. She knew hawks could be trained though, so it didn't seem too big of a leap to think that most animals could do tricks in some way or another.

"Both of your pets are quite cute! They seem pretty nice too- can I pet them?" Both looked rather soft, although the one with the cap would probably be a little more challenging to pet- plus he had an important mission of being a superhero and doing tricks! Speaking of which, one Kit had either been accepted or denied to pet the rats, her attention would turn to the older boy and his caped rat. "I heard your rat could do tricks?" She raised an eyebrow inquisitively, hoping that the question would be enough to start up another pet performance. If so, Kit was attentive and easily impressed, grinning and lightly clapping at each skill. "That's super impressive- how long did it take to train Ratman?"

@Simon Kincaid | @Duvessa Ember

Oliver had joined the summer camp, even after lots of “Please don’t go!”’s from his little sister. He wanted to branch out with others who were like him. It was the 15th of July, the fifteenth day he was at camp. He had received a letter. After reading it he was sure he would attend it, the Camp’s Pet Fair! Over the year he had taught his ( sometimes annoying prideful ) owl, Wisdom. He was stubborn to work with, he had nips on his hands from when his Owl wanted more treats after a weekend of training. He wanted to show the people what his owl could do, and it wouldn’t be hard as his owl was a bit of a show off, always fluttering in front of people. He needed a way to catch people’s attention, when they see him they’d think he was just a normal owl. “I need a costume for him! Now where is it?” he muttered as he rummaged through his trunk. “There it is!” he said as he pulled out a suit for his owl. Yes, a suit. He had asked his father for one if there was something formal he would need to bring his owl to an event or something. He had only put it on his owl once when he received it, it was a bit too big at the time, but by now his owl grew, and Oliver didn’t know if it would even fit! He sighed a sigh of relief ( and surprise ) because his owls costume fit on Wisdom! Okay! “We have to go to the Pet Fair now!” He said to his owl. His Owl looked away “C’mon! Get your hopes up!”. He said. His owl didn’t move. “I’ll give you more treats!-“ he said as if he hadn’t gotten enough treats already. Surprisingly Wisdom didn’t even flinch. “Oh man, I don’t wanna drag you, your claws are sharp! Oh what am I gonna- Wait! Oh its such a shame you don’t want to go! The amount of people who won’t see you- and the amount of female owls who wont see you…” he said. Immediately, his owl flew onto his shoulder with a little “hoot” and off they went. ( after Oliver changed into something more formal, just a polo shirt and jeans ) At the venue, he put down his owls cage. “All right! Remember what we practiced!” he said. He took out a little pouch with all the things they needed. “All right Wisdom, 3… 2… 1… Go!” Oli shouted as he threw a treat as high as he could in the air, his owl left his shoulders and caught the treat with its mouth before rising up a bit more. Then suddenly he stopped flapping his wings and free fell straight towards the ground. Oliver heard someone gasp, or it was just his imagination. Before it hit the ground, with a strong flap, It was able to direct its direction up again. “Alright! Now its hoop time!” Oliver shouted. This trick would be the hardest, this trick took all year to learn, so you couldn’t blame Oliver if he was a bit nervous. The trick required his Owl to fly through the same hoop twice, all while airborn before Oliver would catch the hoop. He threw the hoop up, and his owl flew through the hoop, with another whoosh, his owl changed courses, but the wind knocked him out of course. Oh no! Oliver thought. But just at the last second, Wisdom got control and flew threw the hoop just before Oli caught it again. He breathed a sigh of relief. He threw two treats up and his owl caught it before landing back on his shoulder. “Hoot hoot!” His owl hooted before doing a bow to all those who were watching. “Thank You!” He said to everyone there. He wanted to do this for the rest of the day, if his owl permitted of course.

WC. 664
Name. Wisdom
Animal. Arctic / Snowy Owl
Action. Performing Tricks

@Lea Hirsch | @Kim Sato | @Zack Zaphiere | @Piérre Marchonné | @Simon Kincaid | @Duvessa Ember | @Amaris Knight

The Pet Fair, as an event, had captured Simon's attention more than any other summer offering, with the exception of the Broom Racing match, of course. AngelFyre delighted in seeing how her boy, who still proclaimed that animals were not his jam, had grown into such a responsible companion for his rat. Sure, it would have been possible that he could have taken Rascal in and provided him with the barest necessities - food, water, and shelter - but that was not her fellow's heart. So much more had been offered and received.

When Rascal came to Simon, they were both in mourning. Upon meeting Rascal, and for about 6 months thereafter, AngelFyre had had the uneasy feeling that Rascal had pretty much given up on everything and everyone. Simon, for his part, had provided the things Rascal had to have, but the connection they now share was a fuse that was slow to spark initially. She had watched happily as the two had bonded over time and had become thick as thieves. As good as Rascal had been for Simon was as good as Simon had been for Rascal. Simon may not be an animal person, in general, but he was definitely a Rascal person, in particular.

He was a completely different rat, now, from the lethargic, depressed rodent he once was. AngelFyre was reminded as she found her way here this morning that she had once very much doubted that Rascal was even going to survive last summer. She fully expected Simon to start his third year pet-less, but meeting Simon's Aunt Maggie changed everything for the little guy. Whatever she had done had drawn the little guy out and likely saved him from wasting away. AngelFyre was just so grateful that in those long, lonely hours when Simon had been struggling with his unsettling aura in his dorm room that he had had Rascal there to keep him company. She had no doubt the little fellow had redirected Simon's thoughts and energy, if only for short while.

As she made her way to the area, she smiled as she saw them. They were both surrounded by people, one of whom seemed to have a rat of her own. Out of the middle of nowhere, AngelFyre flashed across the idea of a rat maze race idea between the two. That could be fun, but may be too involved for the fair. She tucked it away for the moment. Who knew?

She waved to Simon and stepped up to listen to the goings on. Seeing the other rat made her laugh. It was adorable. She smiled to its owner and to the other girl standing there as well. "Is it a he or a she, and what is its name?" she asked the owner.

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