Out Of Range S.W.A.G Closed

Anastasia was woken from a deep slumber with a wap to her forehead. Before she opened her eyes, she flailed at her assault, making contact with a sharp nose. Groggily opening her eyes, she was met by a scowling house-elf, with a very red nose that Ana assumed was her fault. She felt mildly guilty, but sleep was really, really important to her. The elf continued scowling at Ana before saying 3 words, handing Ana a slip of parchment, and vanishing.  Scanning the paper, Ana grinned. She had heard about the club and wanted to join instantly. However, upon learning Aurelia was involved, she knew she had to. Plausible deniability for setting the older girl on fire was not something Ana was about to pass up. 

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She arrived at the grounds near the Whomping Willow 5 minutes before 6 pm. The girl's normal feminine fashion had somewhat disappeared, but there were still traces of pink and frills in her outfit. Her hair was pulled into a tight Dutch braid, which coiled itself into a bun at the nape of her neck. However, she hadn't been able to help herself and had woven in a pink ribbon when she'd done her hair. 

She was suddenly very glad for her earlier visit to New York, which had resulted in her acquiring some more casual fashion. Her normal skirts and stylish shoes were switched for a pair of black leggings, pink sneakers, a light blue teeshirt, and a black jacket with pink accents. The jacket was currently tied around her waist, but she anticipated she would need it as the temperature went down. 

She approached a clump of other students in causal clothing near the willow. She observed her soon to be opponents, looking for a potential ally or two for the game to come. 

this is not a mod post, just a post of aurelia reacting to your entrances and for me to claim a spot
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i am increasing the cap to 14, there are 3 spots left on a first come first served basis

Eaux had been in a bad mood today, for whatever reason, the pureblood aristocrat did not bother to enquire as she sent the house-elf to deliver the notices for the game that evening. Little did she know that Eaux had seized the chance and given every one of the members a whack in her frustration, and had even thwacked her own roommate, Xailah when Aurelia was busy in the bathroom to notice.

The Gryffindor made her way down from the common room half an hour before the scheduled game. Eaux was in a better mood, not her best but at the very least, better. Aurelia had given another errand for her to collect some pebbles and lined the play area. A circle with a fairly large circumference. No, she had to simply wait. This time, Aurelia did not care to bring her broom. Usually, during these games, Aurelia would take to the skies to oversee the game and ensure no one broke the rules. However, today she would not be spending the minutes in the air, she would be playing.

There were many reasons why she had chosen to play, most of which were due to the events of the last game. There were too many who broke the rules and the dhampir, had she not been able to stop him, would have resulted in dire consequences, not only for the aggressor but the entire club itself. It might prove to be efficient if she were on the ground.

It was not too long before the first player arrived, Katrina Walker who wandered to the corner of the field and pulled out her notebook to pass her time. Then came Xailah, being roommates, Aurelia should have at least knew that the girl had some interests in her club, however, she would admit that Xailah had been distant more than the usual for what Aurelia could not fathom. th presence of her roommate strutting in with the cat on her shoulder came as quite the surprise. More players made their entrance, most of which she recognised from previous games.

Then came Anastasia. Loitering by dangerously close to the willow. A displeased huff escaped from her lips, sure she had the authority to deny the other Gryffindor from participating, she was the founder of her own club after all, but what would make of the third-year and her own reputation?

[font=Segoe Print]Interacting With: @Anastasia Beckett
Mentioning: @Evelynn Decipio @Aurelia Notrésvace @Piérre Marchonné @Katrina Walker @Alan Vanes @Ruthie Greer

[font=Segoe Print]It was a bit funny, how the universe liked to curse Rafael.
Really, it was great. Hilarious. Comedy gold, even, how often the boy felt himself at odds with his own circumstances. Hogwarts, he had long since learned, was more than just a castle, what with its cursed homework, magical staircases, dangerous shadows lurking behind every corner. The mysteries. The danger. It would be a stark lie, to say he didn’t fear the shady mannerisms of the school in some strange, disgusted way – after all, he’d always feared what he couldn’t see, or touch, or understand. Destiny had been screwing him over lately, throwing at him more problems, homework, mysteries to unravel… he was weary. He was tired. He was utterly done with Hogwarts.

[To go into depth: He was done with magic. Quidditch. Angry redhead co-captains, he couldn’t – he was done with staircases, Slytherins, English Speakers. He was done with people interrupting his slumber. And, above all else, he was utterly done with Aurelia’s cursed, slap-happy House Elf, Eaux the Despised, and all that her presence entailed.]

The boy had been snoring softly, light barely streaming in through the bay windows of Hodag Hallow, birds singing their praises to the slowly rising sun just outside, when he’s felt it – an utterly sickening, stinging, painful slap on the face. Now, it was no secret that the boy had been slapped before during his endeavors at Hogwarts, as well as punched, jumped on, kicked in places males should never have to be kicked in, and strangled to the point where he’d nearly passed out more times than once. Oh, he would do well not to forget the target practice and drugging – thanks for that fun time, Aurelia. One would have thought he’d been more prepared for such a situation – however, he’d never been fond of surprises or jump-scares. As a result, he’s reacted rather poorly, bumping his head on the wooden headboard behind him, arms flailing about in surprise as he was roused from his slumber. “Mierda!” he’d yelled, nearly at the top of his lungs, his heart pounding, the world utterly blurry as he looked around, trying to get a sense of what was going on. Glasses… glasses… his hands had quickly reached the nightstand, patting around for the very object that allowed him to see. Then, upon setting the instruments on his face, his brown eyes flitted to the perpetrator with a dangerous sort of vigor.

It had been Eaux, Aurelia’s house elf. The very sight of her put a sick feeling in the boy’s stomach – was it possible that Aurelia was trying to kill him again? No, it seemed as if her intentions were far more upstanding this go-around – Eaux was holding a letter, very familiar in size and color. "From Lady Notresvace," she’d uttered. Without a mere thank-you, the young Captain had unceremoniously snatched the parchment from the hands of the house-elf, eyes quickly flitting across the message. …SWAG Game?

[The last game had been far from optimal. He’d been put through the ringer, punched and knockback-jinxed all at once, and consequently nearly attacked by a dhampir. It wasn’t like the game had brought him good memories.]

[Nonetheless, the boy was far from a coward. ]

As a result, the boy had reluctantly made his way down to the grounds a few minutes early, clad in his signature red hoodie, his glasses traded for his usual contacts, light brown hair falling into his eyes as he quietly surveyed his surroundings. His mood had improved greatly, as it seemed – he certainly wasn’t angry anymore, that was for sure, his shoulders now carrying a sort of nervous anticipation, his brown eyes wide as he looked upon the faces of those attending the SWAG Game. There were a few familiar faces – Pierre had arrived, and Katrina. Pericles, the boy that had interrogated Vladimir with him and Jo. Alan, too, who was talking with some prefect he had yet to learn the name to. A few other vague faces were present, namely a few familiar Quidditch Players. The sight put a vile taste in his mouth – well, wasn’t that lovely.

He began to find himself oddly silent, chewing his lip and playing with the drawstrings on his hoodie. He was being anti-social again, wasn’t he? The boy groaned, rubbing his face as he surveyed the population once again. He’d been like this more and more lately, reserved to his own devices and loathe to meet new faces. After all, he was a traitor to his house’s values – anyone who’d watched the last Quidditch Game could easily tell that much. However, he was far from afraid – no, he’d ought to meet someone, prove that to himself. Before people got the wrong idea, that he was shy or something.

Without so much as a second thought, he’d wandered over to the nearest unfamiliar face – a girl, with long, dark brown hair and a pretty face. [All girls had pretty faces, as it seemed. They were utterly merciless to a man’s senses.] The boy chewed his lip for a moment, grasping for the words. What to say, what to say…. “Um, hey, there,” he settled on wryly, his hands pocketed as he surveyed the ground for a moment, almost emo-like, before looking up. “Haven’t see you before – I’m Rafa.” Offering a slightly-awkward grin, he held his hand out for shaking, long, slender pianist’s fingers extended. [/font]
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Of all the ways Astrea had been woken up in the morning, receiving a hearty smack to the face with heavy parchment by an irritated house-elf was certainly not the way she expected early that morning. It was perhaps half an hour before her usual morning routine started that the house-elf had barged in without noise and quite rudely delivered a scroll of parchment paper from SWAG's club leader before disappearing once more with a snap, and Astrea had been immensely annoyed with the set-up. Surely Aurelia wouldn't have been cruel enough to send away the creature with such curt instructions.

Either way, the notice of another game occurring on the grounds later that day at noon was quite exciting and provided something to look forward to during the rest of the day. Speaking of the rest of the day, it seemed that awful wake-up was not the end of irritable things in store for Astrea- she had gotten progressively more and more foul-minded with every hour passing by, an intense look of aggravation becoming a constant in the short hours leading up the game.

Come dusk, the young blueblood had ventured over to the game area with a slowly sizzling away temper and a heady mixed sense of mischief and competitiveness. Last game, her team had won, but not without Astrea's desire for provoking people making her an enemy of Erik- what a shame, she had heard that the blonde had been raised much the same as she had been. Perhaps they could have become friends if she had listened to his warning, but where was the fun in that?

The falling sun splashed vibrant colours upon the entirety of Hogwarts, washing everything in a hue of gold and red. It was a beautiful sight. But what was more beautiful was the rising anticipation bubbling in Astrea's chest the closer she got. There was already a sizable group gathered, engaged in into light conversation and idle observance- of near all of the people already there by the time Astrea had stepped into the loose crowd, she knew a count of maybe 3, 4 if she was lucky.

It was the club's leader who had caught her eye first when she entered, her faltering steps picking up once more as Astrea made a beeline for the other. Aurelia Notrésvace, fellow aristocrat and quite the pleasant company- a firm leader and steadfast in reaching for justice, if how the other had reacted to the disaster with the Tea Party had said anything. A healthy mix of Gryffindor and Slytherin, she could see the other in the house of snakes.

Stopping a few steps behind where the elder stood watching members come in, Astrea greeted her- allies were precious in this age, and she wouldn't have been lying if the Gryffindor intrigued her more than the usual glance over.

"Aurelia. Good evening."

Emma truly didn't know what she was doing here, but she couldn't pass up a good morning to come out and play something different than Quidditch. With actual people. She never awakened on time, but she made an excuse just for this occasion, to knock Aurelia out of the way and hopefully even off her feet. If it weren't for Eaux's message, she would have been fast unconscious, dreaming of nothing in particular, but at least happy. But no, she was busy worrying how long the Elf had even been standing, watching her sleep peacefully. At the sight of the house-elf, the brunette plucked the note from her hands and flipped over to read it properly without the gaze of the creature. One word was all it took for enthusiasm to turn into pure hostility. 

Emerging from her coma, like Frankenstein, she flung herself out of bed and hit the ground hard. It had proven to be one of the only things that actually woke her up. Likewise, she laid on the ground for a few minutes before pushing herself up and putting on her choice of attire, thankful those blue Ravenclaw robes would not be flowing behind her as the day went on. To say the least, Emma was nevermore a morning person. Whether it was the pockets underneath her eyes or the way she conducted herself, it wasn't difficult to recognize. Honestly, she didn't want to be disturbed by anyone, but she wasn't going down without a fight.

Trudging through the grounds, she hummed a tune to herself, completely disregarding the birds' song echoing. It was a melody that helped her tune out repetitive tweets and chatter. She couldn't stand the sound. Every breath was like a sigh and they were constantly getting louder and heavier as she went on without her full nine hours of sleep. 

As she approached the group, her eyes met familiar faces. Thora, Ruthie, and of course, Rafael. Her main goal might have been to not pass out, but that didn't mean she couldn't have fun. Even if most of her smiles and laughs came off as fake, a little fun never hurt anyone. A wave met the two girls as Emma approached them. Everyone seemed to be busy, but she didn't want to appear to be alone. Her reputation of showing of late continued to flourish.

Interacting with || @Ruthie Greer and @Thora Larkston
Mentions || Aurelia, Rafael, and pretty much everyone

Next to her, in one of the smaller creature's arm was a quaffle and a strange looking (rugby) oval-shaped ball in the other, no doubt a muggle object which she had found in the room of requirement. Despite its odd shape, the president of the club could not careless of its true use. It was a ball, one that Aurelia would make do with for the game.

The alluring pair of blue-grey eyes scanned the vicinity and its players, most of whom had gathered into small groups and started chattering to pass the time along before she announced the commencing of the game. The last game had been much of a turmoil so much so, Aurelia had expected the number of players to dwindle this club session. The headcount of both familiar and unfamiliar faces was more than she had anticipated. It was not a big deal, but she had to keep an eye on Anastasia rulebreakers whilst playing.

At the sight of Emma Hill, her eyes narrowed sceptically. Although she would rather believe so, it could not be a mere coincidence that two of the very people in the world she abhorred found their way to the game. "Eaux, are you certain that Emma and Anastasia are on the list?" She asked, the tiny elf nodded her head, the response causing a furrow to crease the skin between her two eyebrows in slight concern. Since the club was founded, Eaux had always been in charge of the administration which Aurelia had never bothered to check on those who's application's were accepted. However, with the current situation of two she despised apparently participating in the game, perhaps she would have to start checking in on the applications.

The younger's girl's presence was as salient as ever, it was an almost overwhelming sensation, the gut-twisting, hair standing type of fear. Familiar, but nevertheless a sentiment that Aurelia may never get used to. Although the second year Slytherin was nice company, a fellow aristocrat that understood pureblood traditions, the girl was scary, Aurelia could not fathom why but she was simply so. Regardless, Aurelia replied, "Astrea, great to see that you came back for another round. After the incident occurring during the last game, I never expected that anyone would. " She said with a light chuckle.

The warm glow of the orange sun was fading slowly into the horizon. It was about time the game started for if she waited any longer, darkness might obscure and hinder the game. The third-year took a step forward and beckoned the player's closer with a wave of her hands. "This game is fairly simple. There are two ways to win: obtain one of the two balls or be the last one standing within the perimeter. " The Gryffindor explained, gesturing to the two balls in Eaux's arms and then the playing area.

"We will be starting at the centre of the game area, try to grab the ball before the others do and avoid getting thrown out of the perimeter. Cast spells at your opponents to eliminate them from the game. This game is set for 25 minutes. The rules: No fire-based spells, severing charm or physical attacks should be used at any point in time. If you do, you face immediate disqualification." With that, she finished and made her way to the centre of the circle, expecting the others to follow her lead. It might have been a surprise for some given that the past few games, her time was spent hovering up in the air on a school broom. "What do you say we win this, Astrea?" She asked the girl, her tone barely above a whisper as a confident smirk played on her lips.

Once they were all set, Eaux yelled,"Goooo!" Before tossing the two balls in.

BALL	POSSESSION	RANGE
Quaffle	No One	2
Rugby	No One	3

Aurelia did not hesitate, she had her wand readied on hand. With a wave, and the incantation, "Mimblewimble," she cast a tongue-tying curse at the player across her. Anastasia. What could she say? Aurelia did not quite like the girl and she was sure the feeling was mutual.

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Another game. What fun. The S.W.A.G. events had always been a draw to the redhead, ever since their conception. Of course, she wasn't always one to participate in them. Initially, she had been but a bystander, a voyeur in the mist making mental notes and trying to absorb every bit of knowledge and intrigue that the school of magic had to offer. It had taken only one game to convince her that this was a club in which she wished to be involved, but that didn't mean she always wanted to participate. Today was one such occasion. And it had absolutely no reason at all to do with an innate desire to rebel against the demeaning manner in which the notice had been delivered. At all. (The slap to the face had been an obnoxious wake-up call to say the least.)

It had been one of those rare occasions where the redhead had actually managed to fall into any form of deep slumber. Her mind had been still. Peaceful. For most of the night at least. There had been one dream. Nay, nightmare. One involving a certain pompous, jumped-up, idiotic chatterbox with a barbed tongue that was grossly disproportionate to her self-esteem. For that last half hour (although that's what it felt like, it was likely only seconds) of her sleep, Evelynn had been transported back to the confrontation with Caster. This time, however, the red-head's words had been slow, and garbled. Try as she might, she couldn't get out a single coherent quip to defend herself from the verbal abuse. Her wits had failed her in her slumber. As had her observational skills. Otherwise, the dream interaction had played out exactly like it had in life past, including a conclusion with a rather violent slap to the face. Looking back, Evelynn was quite certain that all of it had been due to the appearance of that pesky House Elf.

To call Evelynn sour would have been an understatement. For the duration of the day, she had stewed upon the memory and raging feelings of indignation. She had avoided her classmates to the best of her abilities, and dove more heavily into her coursework than usual. Not that anyone would have been able to tell the difference, really; she often appeared overly focused upon her work, and easily provoked if needlessly interrupted. Today was just... more so. And for the greater part of it, she had decided to ignore the games. It was a waste of time, anyway, she had told herself, still bristling from the morning. School was far more important. Her time was more important.

As the hours had passed, however, her resolve had waned. There was a good reason she had joined the club in the first place, and that reason was exposure. Not only to the spells and tactics used in the club, but also to its people. If some of the members could even be called that. It had become all too evident during their last game that there were those among the ranks who could be considered little more than monsters. It was this thought that chipped away at Evelynn's defiance. If she was to arm herself to the best of her abilities to survive her tenure as a Hogwarts student, she would need knowledge. Knowledge, she had to remind herself, was the key to all things. Little more needed to be said (or thought) on the matter. Her arm hardly had to be twisted.

But that didn't mean she had to participate!

By the time evening arrived, Evelynn traipsed down to the designated area in the wake of a few others. She was still sour, the memory of that morning still stewing unpleasantly in the back of her mind. Bag over her shoulders containing her tome of knowledge, Evelynn meandered in with the intent to give Aurelia a piece of her mind. Only... as she approached, the poised upperclassman had already situated herself and started giving out instructions. Not about to make any sort of scene in front of the rest, Evelynn pursed her lips in a frown and instead situated herself comfortably on the edge of the clearing. She would observe. Take note. Learn what she could of the game, and of the players.

And then, seeing one individual on whom she desperately wished to gain something of an upper hand, part of her anger fizzled. If there was even a chance that she would be able to witness them sustaining horrid defeat, perhaps it would all be worth it after all.

Action: Parks her butt on the outskirts to observe, journal open, quill in hand, ready to take notes Rita Skeeter style

@Aurelia Notrésvace, @Pericles Dralt

People flooded in, and Piérre hummed while observing even more members of the group. The familiar chill of uncertainty flooded over him and he spotted Astrea. She had been pretty awesome once Piérre had gotten to know her, and part of him wanted to go and talk to her again. However, the girl went to talk directly to Aurelia, and so Piérre kept his nose out of the upperclassmens' businesses.

He had, however, responded to Peri's wave and smile with an eager wave a cheeky smile of his own. "YOUR OUTFIT IS SO COOL!" He had shouted, cupping his hands to his mouth to be heard.

The area slowly became a small place of interactions and chatting, and Piérre slowly lost interest, wandering around and creating a hole in the ground with the intensity of his rotational pacing. HE spotted @Rafael D'Spacito enter, a look of dark vengeance on his face, and Piérre tipped his head, wondering what could be wrong. "HEY RAFA!" He shouted, waving ecstatically to his captain, "NICE TO SEE YA!"

It was good to see more than a few familiar faces, and by the time Piérre was quite finished, Aurelia was finished explaining the rules. Snapping his head to her, he piqued his ears. He had completely blanked, yet had followed her to the center. "Wait, what?" He asked, and then a spell from Aurelia's wand went flying towards another girl. It may not have been anywhere near Piérre, but it was enough to terrify him. This was a game that she was participating in. That was not good. He had seen Aurelia's ability to stun and completely take out one of Piérre's old team players, and he was not eager to make a second example.

Panic taking over as stored adrenaline made itself evident, Piérre's mind and limbs went total instinct. He was used to dodging things that were thrown and cast at him, through Muggle school or through his need to be naturally flexible.

This was going to be his game to shine.

Hopefully...

"WHAT'S GOING ON?!?!" Piérre finally managed to wail, by this point on the tips of his toes and ready for conflict. "I DIDN'T HEAR ANYTHING!!!"

Piérre is Dodging, completely Confused (First Circle)

Interacting with @Rafael D'Spacito and @Ruthie Greer

Mentions | @Aurelia Notrésvace| @Astrea Soleil Neptune |

Anastasia smiled at the boy who approached her and shook his hand. "It's absolutely lovely to meet you, Rafa," she replied. The boy was a few inches taller and not at all bad-looking. He rather reminded her of a boy she'd danced with at a party while she was traveling. Where had that been again? It wasn't France, because it was some Christmas thing and France was over the summer. Maybe in Italy? Or was it China? After a year, the boys, parties, and countries all rather blurred together. "I'm Ana." 

She could see people clumping together and forming some types of alliances. She assumed they all knew one another, so she should hurry and try and get some allies of her own. "By the way, do you want to be allies for this?" she asked. She didn't know anything about his magical abilities, but he looked like he could take a hit or two, which was nice if Ana needed to use him as a meat shield. Waiting for his reply, she saw another girl who looked like a good potential ally. It wouldn't hurt to ask. "Allies?" she asked, holding out her hand to shake. 

She listened as Aurelia explained the game. Somehow, after their last conversation, Anastasia knew that Aurelia would be out for her - part of the reason she'd decided on allies. Aurelia seemed to have an ally of her own, and Anastasia decided she would likely go for her first. She also knew that one of the other players was a Metamorph, but she didn't know which one it was. She hadn't encountered one before, at least not to her knowledge, but she would probably want to get that person out if she could figure out who it was. 

Glancing at her allies, she began to speak, "Since there's a Metamorph in the field, we should all probably stay pretty close." Unable to help herself, she winked at Rafa. Ana was certainly a tad flirtatious at times, and anyway, Rafa was fairly attractive. "At least until we get whoever it is out."

After talking to her trio, she pulled out her wand and readied herself. She was still rather shocked when Aurelia instantly shoot a curse at her. "Oh, for fu-" she began, before attempting to duck out of the way of the attack.

TLDR: forms alliance with Ruthie and Rafa, pulls out wand

Anastasia is dodging Aurelia's attack. (First Circle)

Aurelia wasn't the only one that was being avoided. Pericles was being avoided too- well, there were attempts. Attempts that ended in complete failure. He seemed to have a knack for seeking her out, so there was no ignoring the lad. She found herself rather surprised when the boy called out to her, on the field. People didn't usually approach her during group events, so naturally, her first initial thought was that he maybe had her confused for someone else. The prefect glanced around nonchalantly, in hopes to find some other unfortunate soul named Xailah. There was none, of course. No sensible parent would ever give their child such a name.

She had no idea why the boy wanted to interact with, or even see her. She figured he was simply being polite. Sometimes she didn't even want to deal with herself- especially after considering what happened at the Hospital Wing. She couldn't help but feel that all her dignity had been tossed out the window, on that day. She stood there silently for a second, in a desperate attempt to convince herself that she was invisible. There was even a mere moment, where her visible skin was trying to blend in with her stark surroundings; just as a chameleon would. The momentary change was hardly detectable. Only a person with a very good eye, or someone standing at arms length, would have been able to spot the shift.

She unfortunately, was not invisible. That much was obvious, when the boy proceeded to approach her. Her face, which had previously been tinged with disappointment, and mild embarrassment; began to loosen as he got closer. The corners of her mouth pulled themselves into a cheeky grin, as she called out to the lad. "Pericles! You look dashing!" She gave him a courtly nod, as her attention was drawn to something odd around his neck. Why, they were a spunky pair of goggles! Xailah adored oddities, both of the decorative, and of the wearing variety- no matter how ridiculous one looked with them. Her face took on an expression of awe. "Ah! I'm jealous!" She bent down a little, to further observe them; completely disregarding personal space.

She blinked at the blobular reflection of herself, and Schrödinger in the glass lenses. "Why, thats rather brilliant." She admitted, whilst sliding her own black frames up the bridge of her nose. The thought of securing glasses onto ones face, never occurred to the child, seeing that Repairo always seemed to do the trick if something broke. She straightened, once she was done gawking, like some strange bird. "I like them." She smiled, giving the boy a nod, her dark locks quivering slightly. A slender arm would reach to pluck Schrödinger, off from around the metamorphs neck, and place him on the ground; knowing that the silver eyed boy, was probably going to want to pet the mass of grey fur. "Yes. And he is going to be a good audience- isn't that right?"

Schrödinger stared up with his usual uninterested, dumb look, before letting out a gravelly meow. "Waow." She bent down to pat him on the head, unaware of Pericles waving to another student. Her head shot up however, when said student began shouting across the play field. She had become too familiar with the voice, and at this point it was like hearing nails on a chalkboard. For whatever reason, she couldn't seem to shake Piérre. Everywhere she turned, he was there- and dear god it was annoying. He was annoying. The prefect inhaled sharply before exhaling an uncomfortable squeak. Instinctively, she put up a gloved hand to block her face from view.

She could practically hear the: Hello Miss prefect! Despite it never being said. Piérre evidently did not notice her- the fates were on her side today. Or so it seemed. Standing up, she would usher Schrödinger to the side, so he would be out of the way when the game commenced. The metamorph would absentmindedly tug lightly, on Pericles shirt sleeve, so she could grab his attention; before flocking over to where Aurelia was. She stood there silently, trying to catch everything that her roommate was saying. This was need to know information, seeing that she had never played a game like this before- or any game really.

Twenty five minutes, grab ball, no fire, don't touch. Okay. It sounded simple enough- what could possibly go wrong? The Gryffindors metallic gaze would fall on to the House Elf. The prefect was never really a fan of the creatures. She often found them to be bothersome, and too apologetic. Her eyes would then lock onto one of the two balls that the creature held. She had never seen the long-looking one before. In fact she wasn't entirely sure that was a ball- because balls were supposed to be spherical and well...that was obviously not a sphere. She momentarily forgot about her little Ravenclaw friend. "Oh. Whats that?" She asked in a voice no louder than a murmur. It was more of a question that was redirected towards herself.

She blinked at the object in confusion, as she watched it fly out of the House Elfs arms, and into the air, before landing a little ways away. Her first instinct was to go fetch it, she even started towards it, but then she remembered that Pericles was still here. She turned towards him, her wand now in hand. It was a sleek thing, Chestnut Wood, and unicorn hair; long in length, slender in shape, dark in design. It wasn't anything special, what it lacked in power it made up for in appearance, just like its wielder. "We ssshould ssstick together. What sssay you?" She suggested, while walking backwards to get some distance between herself and some of the other players. "You want to win don't you?"