Blossomfest The Lake Event

Rowan squeaked softly as he picked him up, clinging onto Miko's neck, and leaning against him, as if scared the other male would drop him. He knew he wouldn't, but it still didn't counteract the fact that he was absolutely terrified of heights. Even though he was only a little higher than he usually would be, he didn't like someone carrying him, he deduced.  The fear was enough to over ride the embarrassment for now.

"This is fine. It's fine. You're doing great."

It was interesting though. Rowan barely weighted over 65 pounds, so carrying him wouldn't be a hard task. That and Rowan was already a furnace so they would be about equal body temperatures. 

"Just um- set me down where it's not too deep to start?" 

He looked down, glancing at a number of things. First, it was apparent how pale he was compared to Miko. It was like amber against snow. He tried to focus on that more than anything else, as it was fascinating. Though as shadows moved under the water, his gaze shifted. Seaweed? Both seaweed and tiny fish, he saw. Little flecks of silver darting through the water. As soon as he saw the water getting up to Miko's mid thigh he spoke up again.

"Just here I think.."

Veritas in medio est.

Cel replaced herself upon the lakeside, kneeling then sitting on the smooth stone bank, toes reaching down to skim the surface of the water again, white fabric shifting lightly in the wind. With one hand she reached out to placate the wheelchair as its inhabitant was lifted, though her efforts from her seated position were mostly superficial and unnecessary. Once the Gryffindor had vacated his seat, she leaned forward to watch, forearms folded across her thighs.

Query was raised; the girl decided on waiting until they reached the water before answering. "When you have a brother as... let's say energetic as mine, you learn to come prepared," she grinned with a tilt of her head, then lowered her voice: "Also I can't swim." Normally she would balk at admitting her lack of skill, but these two seemed to be fine people who wouldn't go about annoying her for it. Besides, these two should enjoy their time in the water by themselves, even if the distance to the shore wasn't so massive. She might leave, too, but she wasn't willing to give up her spot or her vigil over the towels. "Actually, the only reason I came here was to avoid over there—" Cel gestured offhandedly toward the dancefloor—"and half to annoy my stepmother." Eh... details were unimportant.

On the subject of watching two random shirtless guys, because someone wants to know Cel's reaction? Unfortunately for readers, not the most exciting one. The best word to describe it with would be eh. She'd probably read too many books and was too far down the gray-A zone to care. Sorry.

"How deep is the water?" Cel called while straightening her sandals on the ground, a waterfall of unruly hair falling across her face to seemingly purposely obscure her vision. When she looked up again, footwear safely out of lapping water's reach, to clear her eyes, her heart melted with a little aww. Maybe a little silly, she knew, but those two were  adorable.

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Veritas in medio est = Virtue stands in the middle

Ruka has been affected by the Veritaserum in the Punch

Interaction with Edric, mentioned Serena and Glen

Action: She kicks him into the back of his knee to make him loose stance and draggs him down with her body hanging on his neck.

{ Interacting with Edric, Marcia, Alan, mentions Glen }

Everything happened so quickly. This peaceful day out was quickly turning sour. The boy that ran towards them got tripped over by Edric. Serena widened her eyes as she watched the scene unfold in front of her eyes. He landed in mud, throwing the object in his hands into the water. The Hufflepuff almost rolled her eyes and went to get the object. But she did not have time. Before she could even react, the older boy was back on his feet and started to threaten Edric. She had heard those very words before. Serena never really understood it though. It was usually followed by someone throwing their hands around, rather than actually kicking anything. Her own brother would say it before throwing his fist into another person's face. 

Blinking, she suddenly realised that a small boy [ALAN] was standing next to her. She just blinked at him as he seemed to be questioning what was going on. Serena wanted to scream at him. Did he not see Edric being threatened in front of them? 

But she could not say anything. From the other side, she overheard someone shout something about veritaserum. Serena could not quite recall what it was in the madness of everything going on but she had this feeling that whatever it was, it could not be good. Perhaps she was overthinking it. Maybe it was just something simple. Eurgh, why could she not recall it? Ahhh Edric! 

For a few moments, the small Indian girl looked around trying to make sense of everything. She was quiet, trying to process everything. Her fingers started shaking but she did not notice. Gripping the pizza box that she was holding, she turned to the boy [ALAN] who had ignorantly asked her to explain what was going on, "Hold this!" She replied, not actually answering his question as she thrust the pizza box into his arms. Serena did not wait to see if he grabbed hold off it, she just hoped that he did because she was not a fan of wasting pizza. She should have answered his question but she did not have the time to. If he saw the direction that she ran in, he would see the fist fight breaking out in front of them.

As she moved closer, Marcia had caught up and started to reply to the older boy before she could. Unfortunately, she replied less with words and more with her own physical attacks. Serena shot a glance at the Slytherin boy that she was convinced was a Prefect [GLEN], wondering if he was going to help. She could only hope that he would. She no longer could threaten to give out detentions. That was not within her powers anymore, "Woah woah woah, guys, calm down," She started as she put her hands up trying to get the older boy to calm himself, "It was just an accident, he didn't mean to, let's just calm down," Serena continued. She spoke quickly, trying to calm the situation down before they all ended up in a fist fight, "We don't want to get in trouble 'cause of this, right?" She tried to reason with them. It was not worth getting into a detention, right? 

Serena aimed her words directly towards the boy rather than Marcia. The girl was just trying to protect her housemate, she respected that. "Look, there's some pizza. You can have that, okay?" Serena bargained with him. Pizza distracted everyone, right? That would stop the fighting, right?

Strength: 2  |  Agility: 15 |  Control: 10  |  Stamina: 8

Interaction: Marcia

It was a beautifully executed take down. Harry would be proud of me, Edric thought, for once happy that his brothers had roughened him up so many times during their summer holidays. Look, Harry, I'm not-

The older crashed boy crashed down at the shore, unfortunately hitting a rocky patch where multiple stones and rocks of different sizes marked the beginning of the Great Lake. Edric felt sorry for what he'd done immediately - because that must have been a really painful landing - but turned his head around an instant later when he heard a loud splash. The something the guy had been holding turned out to be a book, Marcia's book, and it had just hit the surface of the lake at a shallow part of the bank a few meters away.

He'd caused the student to drop Marcia's book. Into the Great Lake. Edric's amber eyes went wide. He hadn't meant to do that, he'd meant to help his friend.

Edric scrambled to his feet without thinking about it, drawing his wand and taking a step forward to do something, anything, to try and salvage his mistake. With a good piece of spellwork the book could be saved, he knew that. Adair was a Sixth Year and he was good at Charms. If Edric begged well enough he'd fix Marcia's book, make it as good as new.

He didn't get any further however, as suddenly - he hadn't been paying attention to him at all - the older Slytherin was standing in front of him, screaming, threatening him. The boy grabbed for his shirt, obviously intending to lift him up. He certainly was big enough for it. Strong enough, too. Edric didn't stand a chance, really.

Then suddenly Marcia was there, jumping at - what was his name again, Podge? - and clinging to his back. She was promising bloody murder. She was defending him, even though he was the reason her book was floating in the lake. 

Edric was a coward. He couldn't fight to save his life and he knew it. He'd grown up with two older, bigger brothers, who'd always had the upper hand in any fight. The only things he knew how to do where running and hiding; just this time he couldn't do either. The P-guy was tall and broad and he'd beat small Eddy to a pulp without any problem.

But Marcia was clinging to his back, she was fighting for him, and while he had accepted years ago that he was a wimp, could accept that he'd get beaten for picking a fight with the wrong guy, the one thing Edric couldn't live with was being a shitty friend twice over.

A hand grabbed his collar, ready to lift him off his feet. Maybe to throw him in the lake, maybe to throw a punch at his face, maybe to hurl him at Marcia somehow.

Eyes or balls.

Edric was small. His reach was limited and he couldn't throw a punch worth shit. 

Balls it was.

"Dos i grafu!" he snapped at the other Slytherin, struck at him feebly with his hands and pulled his right leg back to deliver a very angry kick to the young man's crown jewels.

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Dos i grafu - Get fucked (lit. go scratch)

Strength: 3 | Agility: 13 | Control: 10 | Stamina: 9

"Oh. Well that's okay. You can wade in the water here if you want. You see how it's only a little above Miko's knees? It's not that high."

Rowan had started blushing slightly again, though that was just the little bits of normal pigment returning to his skin, so he was no longer white as a ghost out of fear. He looked back at Celynne over Miko's shoulder while he addressed her. Though upon seeing the 'aww' face, he looked away again, embarrassed. His father would so catch wind of this. There were too many pure bloods here for him to not know, and conservative pure blood children at that, so there would be a good collection of 'mum you won't believe what this Bane child was doing at the dance!' 

"Um- but yeah. I guess annoying stickler parents is kinda fun sometimes."

He tied his hair back quickly, before he wrapped his arms around Miko's neck again, still not quite over his fears enough to let go for more than a few seconds. He was only slightly used to this, and his brain was more relaxed because they were no longer over land, and if Miko dropped him, he wouldn't crack his skull open, he'd only get soaked.

But he meant his words. It was fun to be rebellious from his father most times, though terrifying if he did it directly. 

Ex undis.

The girl grinned sheepishly, kicking her feet through the current a couple of times as she did so, at her admission. She'd never really felt the need to learn to swim, being so far from the coast for most of her life. If she'd known how to swim before the obliviation, well, that information was lost to her--even muscle memory, apparently, had been erased. But it wasn't as if she was afraid of the water or anything, only hesitant to reveal her lack of skill accidentally.

This would probably be okay, though.

With a dip of her chin and a short inhale despite the fact that it was unnecessary, Cel slid gracefully off the stone bank and into the water. Her nerves lit up anxiously with signals of cold cold cold, even as the water warmed, but soon calmed into normality. She was submerged from the hip down, being seventeen inches shorter than the mentioned Hufflepuff, and the ends of her dark hair just barely swept the surface of the lake before the girl's hands saved it from the water. A moment of hesitation, and she began to braid it quickly down her shoulder--she didn't intend to go much lower, but accidents did happen.

Her feet shifted in the lake bed below her as she finished the braid off, tucking it up within itself to keep it from unraveling. That didn't work, of course, and the end slipped back out in seconds, loose strands falling across her face, but it was still better than nothing. Her cover-up, which she had not deigned to discard on the shore, belled out in the water, white petals opening by the moonlight, but closed again as she pulled the fabric back in--that wasn't how you were supposed to wear those, she knew, but whatever. It was cold. She had towels for later anyway.

"Especially my stepmother," Cel responded thoughtfully. "I'm probably going to be murdered for this later, but sooner or later my brother will do something worse and she'll forget about me." In truth, Svana rarely yelled for long--it was a little difficult to castigate a child that wasn't yours with the ghost of her actual mother still haunting the halls, especially when you just met that child less than half a year ago. Interesting how Cel had adapted to her ways, though, just as her speech patterns adapted to her conversational partners. Miko's words were less rounded and elegant than Rowan's had  been the first time that she'd met each of them, so she settled for a middle ground--it seemed that Rowan had, too, his speech much more casual than she'd originally anticipated.

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Ex undis = from the waves of the sea