CL Occamy The Ant-man Bird Club

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Trunk in one hand and broom in the other, Avery steps through the threshold of the cabin with no small amount of anticipation. With the relatively plain exterior offering no hints to what awaited them within, the newly graduated second year was somewhat surprised by the modernized interior. It was certainly a far cry from the nature-themed dorm she'd been housed in during the school year. The cabin was more tame than she'd been expecting in all honestly. As their home for the next month, though, she wouldn't complain on that front.

With a handful of unfamiliar students already milling about near the sleeping quarters, a small reprieve was found with the sight of Professor McLoughlin. A small spot of familiarity amongst the whirlwind of activity certainly wouldn't go amiss. Avery shuffles toward the other room with the intent of claiming a bed if only to have somewhere to stow her things. As she passes the Professor, the Hufflepuff pauses just long enough to offer up a smile and quick greeting. "Thank you for chaperoning, Professor McLoughlin!"

Avery carefully maneuvers through the cabin towards the other room. The communal area of the sleeping quarters was absolutely loaded with beanbag chairs, a fact she made a mental note of. Those would likely be more similar to the hammock she'd grown used to sleeping in the past school year if nothing else.

Approaching the small congregation of students that had already arrived, the Hufflepuff lifts a hand to offer up a small wave. "Hello, everyone! Looking forward to camp," she tosses out in general greeting, ignorant of whatever strange tension that may have already saturated the atmosphere. Avery makes her way towards one of the bunks in the corner, hefting her trunk up onto the top bunk to insure it's out of the way. Her broom follows shortly after. Just as she's turning back around, she catches the question one of the girls directs toward the Professor. She looks toward the girl, smile still firmly fixated in place for the time being. "Oh, are you on one of the sports teams?"

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𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Nancy McLoughlin & Miharu Goto { @Raizel Voltrouz } | 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: -

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Saturday 1st July, morning. Reminder that my character's views on people are not my own.

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Henri would forever curse his parents for putting him up to this.

See, the thing was, despite being relatives, the Bourbon family (particularly, his mother Juliette) tended to have spontaneous bouts of envy whenever any children from the Miller family outshone their own. This summer, Mère had basically forced Henri to attend the summer camp being hosted at Hogwarts just because his cousin Regina had joined last year - proving that her son was as capable of making connections and acquire social skills by participating in camp activities. Truthfully, Henri thought she was insipid. He knew for a fact that Juliette simply wanted him out of her sight for a month so she wouldn't have to tolerate him. What else was the reason? He didn't need to improve on his social life. His (fake) charming personality and beautiful looks had already given him quite the entourage, thank you. It was insulting to his pride that anybody would ever think he was incapable of socializing, even though he only saw those potential 'friendship' as a useful way to gain loyal pawns he could manipulate.

And beside, Henri knew the truth - Regina only joined summer camp last year because she had been running away from her home in a show of teenage rebellion. Which sounded ridiculous to Henri, really, it seemed more like a weakness than an actual defiance against her terrible parents. Though they had similar family drama, at least he dealt with it more efficiently than being a pathetic delinquent. Henri knew he was the better Pureblood Heir between the two of them, but of course he'd never tell her that.

Back to dreadful reality. As soon as the French pretty boy stepped in his assigned tent, it took all of his willpower not to frown with disgust at the sight that greeted him. Magnifique, je suis entouré des gamins. S'ils sont aussi des Moldus, je vais péter les plombs,* he thought darkly. Just his goddamn luck. He cursed Juliette de Bourbon for the second time in his head for putting him into this situation. It was going to be a long month.

Might as well do what he always did - peacocking in front of these inferior beings while also charming their hats off so they would appreciate his presence as he deserved.

The French teenager offered a handsome smile to the occupants of the tent as he lightly flicked his head to the side, making a show of flipping his silver white hair.

"Good morning, everyone," he said in perfect Queen's English. "Lovely to make your acquaintance. Henri de Bourbon, I'm from L'Académie de Beauxbatons."

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Open to interactions

(*)Wonderful. I'm surrounded by little brats. If they're also Muggleborns, I'm going to lose my shit.

Interacting with the Occamy Cabin People

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RP Date July 1, 2023 Speech Reducio "Speech(default is english)" "°Japanese Speech°" "•Korean Speech•" translation 'thoughts

Outfit/s Reducio Ara Reducio Items: Trunk, Wand, and Tote Bag Note:Ara still only has black hair with no highlights during camp Post date July 9, 2023 (10:40 pm)

Ara went out of the bedroom, she saw a bunch of people. 'Already? That's quick' she thought because she didn't expect that there will be a lot of people arriving near the same time frames.

The French student introduced himself in a very extra way to what it looks like, charm people. "You ain't foolin' me with your charm, Pretty boy" she said.

After that, Ara waved and smiled a little to the other people in the cabin including the Professor. Her tired eyes were still tired when she gave her forced smile though. She was quite glad that the cabin had people who can probably speak different languages. Ara can speak 5 languages fluently and is currently learning 2 languages.

Suddenly, the girl had an idea. She took a piece of paper with a sticky backside and wrote on it. 'Ara Villa, Upcoming Second year, Slytherin'

She put it on her shirt for it to be easier to not speak to others asking her name, the girl knew there are more than 15 people who are going to be living with her for the month. She was dreading it and hoping for people who don't snore loudly and annoying. Even though Ara doesn't value sleep and thinks 8 hours is for the weak, she doesn't like snoring. The ravenette knew there was no way she was going to stay here without knowing anyone and without anyone approach her so might as well make friends with someone. She just didn't know who at the moment.

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RP Word Count: 256/200

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"Uh... Yeah... Second Year, same as you," Zach answered Ara. She also said that she hoped Zach was not an annoying while crossing her arms. Zach shook his head. He sured one hundred percent that he was not typical annoying boy unless someone found his habit was considered annoying. "Annoyance is based preferences, right." One thing he must remember when in the cabin was he should not made any problem with her. Never.

The other girl came and occupied the bunk above Ara's. She did not looked like someone from Hogwarts. Zach could assure that because he had never seen her before. Likely she was from another school but Zach could not guess what school she was from. She introduced herself as Sabrina and she wanted to know Zach and Ara. Ara answered her by introducing herself and said she was relieved that the one on the upper tier of the bunks was female. She also introduced Zach to her. "Hi. Nice to meet you," Zach added immediately after Ara introduced him. The two, Ara and Sabrina really had strong image. Actually Zach found them a bit intimidating. "I should not made any problem with these people," he thought.

A girl also arrived after that. She had a serious look on her face. "Really. What's wrong with this cabin? Should I go home now?" She said she hoped they would go along well. From his observation, the probability for them to go along really well is... A bit low. But no one knows, maybe they would go along really well. Zach gave a smile to the serious looking girl.

Just after that, Sabrina speaks something in Spanish. He definitely did not understand Spanish but he surely knew that it was something not pleasant to say. The serious looking girl resspond her bluntly in English and that moment really made Zach wanted to cry. He was scared. Fortunately, Professor McLoughlin arrived. Her arrival gave Zach a bit of a sense of security. "Finally a chaperone is here. The probability of fights will be lower," He thought. Zach also gave a smile towards Professor McLoughlin. However, he did not expect Sabrina to gave such expressions and he could not help to be surprised.

One by one the occupants of the cabin began to arrive. There was a bright looking girl that Zach knew she was his senior. Zach give a smile and wave his right hand to her. He relieved that the cabin still had a bright person here. If it didn't have any, maybe Zach packed his belongings again and went home immediately. Following her arrival, a boy had just arrived too. He said something in French He introduced himself as Henri de Bourbon from Beauxbatons. He was charming with his visual. Could Zach be that good looking? Maybe. He just wished that he would be a charming and handsome person in the future.

Someone he knew also arrived. She was Clair, the Ravenclaw Prefect. He could not help but smile because he knew something will be okay when Professor McLoughlin and Clair was in the same cabin. "Hi, Clair. Welcome," Zach greeted her. Meeting people really exhausted him. He decided to went out with his pet owl to give it sun light. "I am going to outside with my owl," he said to... anybody who heard him. He took protective gloves, owl treats, and a bottle of mineral water then brought those things and his pet owl in cage with him outside.

Mentioning: @Ara Villa @Sage Willows @Raizel Voltrouz @Nancy McLoughlin @Avery McCall @Clair Fernandez @Regina Miller

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Louca had enjoyed his time at Hogwarts camp last year, and was excited to go back. There would hopefully be more opportunities for climbing and what he would consider fun activities. Not to mention he hoped to have a chance to redeem himself at quidditch. He had admittedly not been playing how he felt he should, and he was determined to change that.

Having arrived by Portkey, it took him only moments to rearrange his rather large satchel on his right shoulder, wiggling his fingers around the handle of his broom as he looked around, orienting himself. Following the crowd, he was swept up to the campgrounds, looking around in wonder at the cabins that were available. Searching, he found out he was in the Occamy cabin and made his way slowly there, calling out greetings to his fellow Ilvermorny students and those students he knew from the various schools from the several times he had already been to Hogwarts.

Arriving at the proper cabin, he moved his broom to the other hand, reaching out and twisting the door knob. Walking in, he took a moment, unsure of whether he really liked the modern, clean lines of the cabin. Especially when he noted the amount of books. He wasn’t against books per se, just could never really sit still long enough to finish one or found one that kept his interest.

“Hey,” he said cheerfully, waving at the crowd that was already present. “Louca Dufort, Third year Ilvermorny.” He noted the various pieces of paper with what looked like names attached to the bunks. Nodding his head, he asked the room in general, “Anyone have a spare piece of parchment and quill? I think mine are likely at the bottom of my bag.” Moving to an area where there was a free top bunk, he gently tossed his broom on the bunk to claim it, crouching down and opening his bag to try to dig through until or unless someone else mentioned they had the necessary supplies to create a name tag for his bunk. Smirking slightly, he thought of a somewhat simple but innocent prank he could play. Admittedly too simple but sometimes those were the best.
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The cabin was getting a bit crowded as more people started arriving. This is exactly one of the things that she hates about summer camp. While she could tolerate those who came from the same school as hers, the ones from the other schools, not so much. She expects nothing from this cabin but trouble, a mixture of different personalities in one place tends to become chaotic, especially when these personalities clash.

To those who couldn't handle it, she hopes that they were prepared for the worse things that could happen. One of the boys from the ones that had arrived early looked like he had enough already which made Miharu think of how long he would last here. Her thoughts were then interrupted, not by an answer from the Professor that's chaperoning this mess of a group but rather from a girl, perhaps around her age, looking quite innocent with that smile on her face. Miharu looked at this girl before her before nodding. "Yes I am." Miharu answered and tried to be just as friendly as the girl before. "I play Quidditch for Mahoutokoro."

Her gaze after answering fell once more to the sounds of approaching footsteps. More of the assigned students are arriving but Miharu didn't let her attention fall on them for too long and shifted towards the girl who had talked to her. "Are you also on one of the sports team?" This could be her chance to meet a fellow Quidditch player or even a Broom Racer. Both sports use a broom and it'd be nice to have someone to talk to about them and if she's lucky enough, she might get some good advice on handling a broom.

INVENTORY

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Items Reducio + Wand + Trunk + Firebolt (broom)

OOC note: Reminder that only Impartial can be immune to Lovely Creature.

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Not even ten seconds in and Henri had already sniffed out the pests and the potential pawns.

First, that haughty little brat who immediately rejected his precious effort of being friendly. She reminded him of the girls who played hard to get but were secretly attention-seekers. At least, that was how they always responded to Henri when he pulled out his charming personality.

"Don't be like that, ma chérie." He chuckled, winking at her even though in truth all he felt was extreme disdain toward her. She better sleep with one eye open if he felt vindictive enough to hex her in the middle of the night. Of course, none of this shown on his face as he maintained his grin. "We're all going to live together for an entire month. Let's all get to know each other and get along, oui?"

Second, the girls who didn't even deign to acknowledge Henri's presence, which was rude. It was unacceptable that somebody as beautiful as him did not receive even a second turn of the head like how it always was back in Paris, or even in Beauxbatons. These impeccable good looks were not there for only show, thank you very much.

The other boys of the tent didn't seem too bad. There was one who took a good long look at Henri - ah merci, that was the reaction he was waiting for, appreciation for his beauty! - before stepping out to presumably get some fresh air. Another one, an Ilvermorny student, greeted everybody politely as he entered and settled his belongings. That one seemed genuinely friendly, a promising target for Henri's plans...but before he could make his move, somebody else approached him hesitantly. At the sight of shyness and stammering words, the blond French was already disinclined internally. He'd never liked people who didn't have an ounce of confidence, looking like a weak prey among a field of predators.

However, the silent awe laced with Victor's (tremoring) words peaked Henri's interest, and that definitely stroked his enormous ego. Putting on a blinding smile with rows of perfect white teeth (the one that effortlessly manipulated everybody into his entourage), he shook the younger boy's hand enthusiastically as he nodded to the question.

"Indeed, mon ami. I come from a prestigious Pureblood family of Wizarding France, we live in Allier of the Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes region," he replied. "I have relatives in England, and my cousin is currently attending Hogwarts. I've attended the 2022 Spring and Fall Ball there, it was very nice."

Yes, this Victor had potential. There was a lot Henri needed to fix to shape him, but that was fine. It wouldn't be the first time he'd changed a 'friend'. Victor would look and talk much better by the time he'd successfully integrated him into his circle of connections.

"Are you excited for summer camp? I've heard there are a lot of activities that leave much to be desired."

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@Ara Villa, @Victor Steiner