2025 International Summer Camp

Aug 31th

London Quidditch Stadium

Where it's covered in all the colored lights
Where the runaways are runnin' the night
Impossible comes true, intoxicatin' you
Oh, this is the greatest show

Twilight was just fading on the last night of camp, making way for one final celebration at the London Quidditch Stadium. Glow bugs bathed the stadium in a soft light, and excited chatter filled the air as students filed in with their friends and dates. Looking up, they would see the banner of each attending school strung around the stands, waving gently in an enchanted breeze.

On one side of the pitch, there was a raised wooden platform, where soon student bands or soloists would be invited to take the stage for live music. It was illuminated by charmed candles floating in the air, never burning out. Amplification charms were in place in lieu of mundane speakers, ensuring that every note carried even to the farthest seats of the stadium.

Seating was provided in the stands, which were filled with comfortable cushions, or on the soft rugs spread out on the pitch itself for a more picnic-style feel. For this last night, the food booths had been brought inside the stadium, giving one last chance at flobberworm funnel cake and fresh lemonade, alongside some special treats: fizzing pumpkin soda, freshly baked, piping-hot cauldron cakes, and colour-changing ice cream.

Dee was off to the side, chatting with Peri and making some last-minute preparations while people settled in, before she easily hopped up onto the stage. A quick amplifying charm had her voice ringing out across the stadium. "Good evening, campers!" she called, pausing while the chatter faded. "Welcome to the grand finale of our Magic Without Borders summer camp! Can you believe we've already reached the last night of camp? We hope you've had the sort of summer you'll be telling stories about for years - made new friends, tried new things, and enjoyed all this camp had to offer. And while this summer was all about coming together and celebrating our differences..." She flashed a quick grin. "What's a summer without a bit of friendly rivalry, eh? So congratulations to the winners of our summer sports! Come on up, take your bow, and then back you go before you get too smug." A quick award ceremony would follow, inviting the winning teams of each of the three magical sports, before she shooed them back down into the audience.

"Enough about that, let's get this party started! In a few minutes, the fireworks will start, and then the stage is yours. You'll provide the music for the night - well, those of you who actually know what you're doing with an instrument. If you haven't signed up yet, it's not too late - find me or one of the committee, we'll squeeze you in. And with that, I'll stop bothering you. Tonight's simple: Cheer loudly, eat too many cauldron cakes, and make it a night to remember."

As if on cue, the first fireworks shot up in the sky - and anyone who had spent the summer at this camp would quickly recognise the theme: The magical menagerie started off the night. A glowing phoenix soared across the sky, wings spread in fiery golds and reds, leaving sparkling trails behind it. A hippogriff followed in silver and bronze, bowing mid-air before fading. Nifflers scurried in sparks across the sky, collecting stars, and unicorns galloped along the horizon in shimmering trails. Finally, dragons burst into scarlet accompanied by booming roars, providing the conclusion to the first act of the display. More would follow.

We light it up, we won't come down
And the sun can't stop us now

OOC INFORMATION

• This thread takes place on the last night of camp!
• It is meant to mingle and interact - there will be no major moderation, although regular moderation posts will signal the progress of time and describe the next round of fireworks.
• There will be one post for each camp theme, the fireworks for each theme last about thirty minutes IC.
• If you want to claim that your character (or their band) is among those providing live music, contact Pericles Dralt or Dealla Prince! We'll mention your character taking the stage in one of the upcoming posts, and you can RP playing music then.
• Have fun!

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31th of August - Summer Camp - Interactions with @Ewan MacLeod

Meeting up with @Damien Dragonclaw

Drago followed Damien around, feeling skittish because of all the people in the area. Damien had assured him that he could choose where they sat. Drago immediately spied a willow tree on a small hill, farther from the crowd, its branches reaching towards the ground, but from there, they could see everything. He pointed it out to Damien before trudging over there. He laid his blanket, dark blue with little Greek mythology characters on the ground. He knew that Damien liked that so he had chosen that particular blanket for tonight.

He tugged on his collar nervously. Since tonight was to be his last night, he figured that he might as well go in style. He had his long, now shoulder-length hair down with just a bit of oil in it.
Full military garb, but a bit gothic chic, with a dragon pin as well, and he hoped that it would make him look gorgeous. Gorgeous enough that Damien might notice him.

Tonight was the last night of camp. The lats night of the most amazing time of his life. He had met so many people, he had learned to have fun.
But, most of all, he had met someone. Someone different.
The black-haired boy looked up at the starry sky. They were both by this time looking up at the sky. They waited for the next set of fireworks.
While they waited, Drago thought about something that they could do together.

"Hey. Do you see that constellation right there?" Drago asked Damien, pointing shyly up at the sky. He was pointing at Cygnus, the Northern Cross.
He said, in his shy, quiet, but melodious manner, "In Russian, we call that constellation "Leh-byed" which means "swan."

He pointed at another, Perseus, and said that his people said "sozvezdii Perseya," which meant "in the constellation Perseus."
Drago felt emboldened when he pointed these out. He hoped that Damien shared his love of stars as much as he did. Astrology was always one of his favorite classes at his school, because it meant complete silence required by all students.

He stared silently at the sky for a while before turning to Damien.
He smiled at the other boy. It was the kind of smile that could light up the Northern Lights.

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Harvey was making his way into the stadium for the last evening of the summer camp events. While he was not one for daydreaming or getting lost in thought, his eyes would be cast to the heavens as the soft glows of sunset scattered colors across the sky. Now, the boy took pride in the fact that his focus was extremely hard to break. Years of strict tutelage and the personal desire to succeed had produced a youth that did not bother with flights of fancy, yet something was shifting within him as summer came to an end. Whilst he looked to the clouds, one might assume he was a dreamer, but it was quite the opposite. This evening, Harvey had been hyper focused on the way there was a streak of purple there amongst the vibrant shades of red and orange. There was no profound emotion attached to it, merely just an appreciation where there once was none.

Harvey's little legs would begin to climb the stairs of the stadium as he made way to the fireworks spectacular. It was sure to be a rather loud event. Something the boy wasn't very keen on, but it was also sure to be an impressive show of magic. Now that was something worth watching as these displays showcased the raw power of witch and wizard. Perhaps blown off by some as just a series of charms and spells, but to him it was something that he could not wait to master. His mind would shift to memories of his first year at Hogwarts and the boy was very satisfied with his work and spell mastery. The summer break had been just as successful with many new friends made and a new art from discovered, but he would be happy to get back to his education.

Soon enough young Barrows was in the stands and had found a suitable seat for this evenings festivities. For now he sat alone. Something that had never bothered him as it often did his peers. Perhaps he would just sit and enjoy the show by himself? An evening without the self imposed pressure to make connections or the push to further some scheme or agenda the boy had concocted. He listened closely as the announcements were made and prepared himself for the beginning of the show. Right on cue the first fireworks would flash through the sky like a bolt of lightning. It was a dazzling display of blues, purples, reds and yellows. The shape of a phoenix would soar across the pitch and with it his eyes would follow. That's when Harvey saw her for the very first time.

His eyes popped at just how perfectly the sight before him was staged. The bright colors illuminated behind her causing her long, voluminous curls to almost appear as if they had a bright aura emanating from them. Her facial features were softened by the shadows cast from her hair and it all begged to be photographed. Harvey fumbled for the magical camera around his neck, but the moment went as quickly as it came. What a pity. Soon his abnormally long index finger would be reaching up to tap the young witch on her shoulder. "Pardon me, but I was curious if I might photograph you?" Harvey's tone always had a way of being rather matter of fact, but she might see a hint of genuine interest in his dark gaze.

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Stats: sta 6 ⊹ eva 8 ⊹ str 7 ⊹ wis 7 ⊹ arc 7 ⊹ acc 7 | Time: A Crisp Dusky Evening | CC:#2E8B57 |
Abilities: Healing Sage ⊹ Charmer ⊹ Blindvision
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As the end of camp was nearing, Siobhan made her way to the stadium where the students from across the world were gathering for one final night of wonder and amazement in the sky via a spectacular bedazzlement of fireworks across the atmosphere for the students to fall back into a sense of simplicity and endearment as they returned to their home schools the very next day.

For Siobhan, this would be a different night. As her eyesight began to dwindle farther and farther into a darkened abyss, it became harder and harder to view the sky with anything short of disappointment. The stars were hazy and farther out of reach than ever before. Whose to say these fireworks would be any different?

And yet, Siobhan had been invited to watch them with Prat. She had accepted with a slight air of confusion but Prat had seemed genuine enough in his invitation so she assumed that it would be just a simple hangout again. She had grown to enjoy his company even if he was a bit facetious and liked to push her buttons everytime something came up between the two of them.

She rocked back and forth in her sandals at the entrance to the Stadium as she waited for Prat. She did not bring Toaster with her as the poor kitty did not like loud noises and Siobhan did not want to cause her kitty-cat any undue stress. She had given him a few extra kisses and extra treats, with a special nest of blankets for him to hide in. With the night growing a bit chillier, she had opted for black yoga pants and a woolen pulloever with a pink and navy blue pattern on it.

As she thought about Toaster, she began to drift away in terms of concentration and lost sight (not ironically) of who she was waiting for. Siobhan's fingers gently fidgeted with the sleeves of her sweater as she looked around absentmindedly in a searching motion but not for anyone in particular. Prat would show up eventually... probably-

She didn't think his upbringing would allow him to ditch a girl without some sort of notice or at least an appearance with someone else.

Siobhan's fingers soon found her hair and pulled the sweeping locks over her left shoulder as she threaded them through the length. It was surprisingly soft for a while without her full hair care routine. She had just been opting for hair masks and oils to keep the shimmery feeling along her back. It was getting much longer and she needed to start practicing her braiding again.

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Date: 08/31/25 | Time: Evening | CC:#FFFDD0

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Geneviève was happily skipping towards the Fireworks event with Alphonse's hand intertwined with hers. After everything that had been going on this summer between her honesty about her nightmares and his mother having her babies, it was nice to have everything kind of slow down and come to a halt for just a moment and allow them to just... be.

Genie wanted nothing more than to curl up against him and watch the sky light up with all the concievable colors dancing around in their vision as she and Alphonse spent their final night together before departing for their opposite ends of school She would be returning to Beauxbatons and he was starting fresh as a new Hogwarts student when the day turned from night to morning.

It was diffiuclt to say the least. She had no way to talk to him everyday and they both knew that consistent back and forth on their owl would only tire the poor birds out. So it was these little moments together that made their long distance seem worth it once they found their way back to each other.

His grip on her hand was the perfect squeeze. Gentle, but slightly tight as if to say "this is my girl" and prevent any looky-loos from thinking about trying to sweep her away from him. Not that she could be persuaded to leave him. Alphonse was the perfect person for her. She knew that he cared about her and the way he looked at her always sent flutterbys into her stomach. Whenever she thought of how they had met almost a year ago it seemed as if it was a lifetime ago. Her brothers might call it a puppy love kind of feeling but something in her knew that it was deeper than that.

Something that her father had told her when she first introduced the concept of Alphonse to him was that first loves were fleeting but true loves were forever. There was an itch in her heart that seemed to croon whenever the boy whose hand held hers smiled at her, brushed some hair out of her face, or even said her name.

Maybe it was just the beginning but she knew it was a step in the right direction so far.

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Godmodding: Alphonse and Geneviève have a standing permission| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: @ | 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: @Alphonse Toussaint|
| Abilities: | Lovely Creature, Perfectionist, Prodigal Transfiguration Learner |
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Private interaction with @Lilith Darcy

Harvey maintained his eye contact, even when the girl frowned at him. He never quite understood why people were so quick to an apology or to break their gaze at the slightest hint of confrontation. There was something that he wanted, so he asked for it. It wasn’t rude or demanding, simply assertive. Was there really a need to tiptoe around it? Harvey was just like anyone else and was not a perfect specimen, but lacking in confidence was not one of his flaws.

It would seem that he had met another that shared his sense of confidence as the girl returned a dark gaze his way. The corner of his mouth would rise ever so slightly as a smirk spread across his lips. Not only was she striking physically, but Harvey was always drawn to the bold and it only made him want to photograph her even more. Perhaps he could catch the essence of her personality in a picture? Plus the way the fireworks were lighting her up while draping her in shadow all begged to be captured.

Harvey’s brow rose in slight surprise when she turned his question back on him, but it did intrigue him further. “The lighting from the fireworks is illuminating you in an interesting way.” He supplied the logical reason for his request. This looks cool and I’d like to take a picture of it. “But there is also something about you that I think might be revealed through a photograph.” This was the creative side of him that was just beginning to awake.

This summer had brought new life to the artist within and no other was more surprised by it than Harvey himself. For the majority of his youth the boy had been rather dull. Black suits, with black ties. Beige leisure wear with not even a line of color in sight. Perhaps it was his first year at Hogwarts that had set him on such a path. Maybe it was there all along, but now that it was here it was becoming hard to contain. “May I?” Harvey held the camera up for emphasis.