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Interaction:@Opeila Winters
Availability: Open interaction
Attire: Daily Summer

Outfit/Physical Characteristics Reducio black turtleneck, black pants Blonde Hair Hazel/Blue Eyes 164 cm	Languages English Parseltongue French Hebrew Spanish Thoughts	Age 15
Mentioning @Opeila Winters @Zykeal Lane	Location Campgrounds	IC Date July 25th

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The ascertained beauty of a well done deduction was not something Tristan had lost the appreciation of, despite the mellowing of his cold nature over the years. It was still in his being to be a sociopathic acting person after all the times he had purposefully closed off all emotion. As such, on July 25th, he found himself in the company of another snake his age, the prefect Opeila. Although, at this moment he was hidden perfectly behind her, somewhere where she could not witness his presence,but he was aware of every movement that she made. Perhaps this would classify him as a stalker but he was planning to reveal himself, and no harm would come from it. He was of course not planning to murder in cold blood after all, only observing her behaviour to ascertain what angle he must take to endear himself to her. He witnessed her retrieving a carving knife and beginning to carve shapes into the candle that she beheld. Shapes, of varying sizes and variety, almost as if there was no plan, almost a reflection of meandering thoughts, projected into the physical world. As he observed her behaviour, a young man of the same age as him, entered into the foray, supposedly also observing the young woman with a glint of a knife in her hand. Tristan did not recognize the young man but it seemed he recognised the prefect, as when he cast the spell to turn the rock towards himself, as he raised his eyebrows and his head canted to the sound. Tristan was certainly not fully familiar of Opeila but perhaps the time was now to get to know her and others his own age. He thus exits clearly out of the hiding spot he had stayed in during this time, and approached the two young wizards carefully. He approached carefully, as if approaching a dangerous snake ready to strike. He introduced himself tentatively and perhaps shyly, “Hello, if it would be alright to introduce myself, my name is Tristan Theramin and I am a fifth year Slytherin. I do not believe I have had the pleasure of both of your acquaintances. Although I have heard of your name before, Winters, of course. I see that you are carving candles, are you familiar with the Muggle tradition of wax statues?” Tristan slightly smiled, a barely visible tilt of the lips, certainly similar to the smile of Mr.Spock. Most would not notice it was a smile, so if the people did, he would be impressed. “As for you my dear sir, may I have the pleasure of having your name?” Tristan suddenly feels his heart beating fast, as if a nervous attitude had become intertwined within himself.

@Zykeal Lane @Tristan Theramin

It wasn't really unusual or unexpected to Opeila anymore when she was joined by other students when she was alone- it seemed to happen more often than not these days. But especially in the early morning or late evening hours, when the castle and grounds (or the campgrounds in this case) were still empty and quiet, it did make a world's difference how she was approached.

The young Slytherin had been through a ton of events during her time at Hogwarts and most of these events had taken place at nighttime. At a time when no adults were supervising, like now. Opeila did feel safer than she did back then though, she had a few more years of school behind her and a few more spells on her belt. Duelling had taught her to be less hesitant to use them as well, so she was far from defenseless, but she did not have a bat's hearing.

Especially when she was as focused as she was right now. Bent over the candle, her hair, that had almost reached shoulder length again, tucked behind her ears, she allowed her mind to wander. The movement of the rock she was sitting on sent her up with a jolt. The candle and knife clattered to the ground as she dropped them in an instant and drew her wand instead, pointing it at the unknown target within a mere second.

Except... he wasn't unknown at all. "... Zyk?", she called out, surprised. Another moment passed before she lowered her wand. "You could have just said something instead of... you know, scaring the life out of me." There was no edge in her tone, only a spark of relief. Not that she was one to back down from a fight, she just... preferred not to have to fight right now. "How have you been, I haven't seen you in a while." For almost two years they hadn't spoken really. Since the odd ending of the ball they had been to together. She sat down on the rock again, facing him now and picked up the knife and candle. "Ah, I'm just... trying to get back into carving candles. I've started that about 3- 4? Years a-" Opeila paused, narrowing her eyes at the silhouette behind Zyk that she had not noticed before. "-go..."

Carefully she would watch the other boy come out from his... hiding spot?... and approach the two of them. Coming to a halt next to them, he proceeded to introduce himself and then add that he already knew Opeila's name. The young girl managed the hint of a smile before sending a look to Zyk. This... was weird behavior right?
"Uh- yes, yes, I know about wax figures. It was actually when Professor Galim took us to the Madam Tussauds museum in London at Summer Camp 2020 when I started this." Again she would glance at the place where he had apparently been hiding. "I'm sorry- have you been standing there this whole time?"

Interaction:@Opeila Winters | @Tristan Theramin
Attire: Daily Summer