@Rafael D'Spacito, @Aurelia Notrésvace, @Adonis Thorn, @Percival Rainwood, @Zykeal Lane, @Opeila Seilun
@Ileen Knight & @Dealla Prince

Summertime, summertime, what an awesome summertime; school was chaos, life's a surprise, and now there was a tent for Piérre to reprise. (That was a terrible rhyme and he knew it.) From what rumors he had heard, Rafa and one of his buddies, along with quite a few other acquaintances would be getting together. Some of the people Piérre was not entirely familiarized with, but hey, that was the point of making friends right?

Well, the first place the Britalian went wrong was by getting split up from Rafa and Zyk when they had first arrived. Piérre had, of course, been looking for his brother, Romeo, who was going to be playing in the Hufflepuff verses Durmstrang game that all of Hogwarts had come together for in the first place. However, all that Piérre had achieved was getting a crick in his neck and getting swept into the waves upon waves of people milling about. It was not until he spotted out of the very, very corner of his eye, a very, very lucky spot, Rafa and a reheaded Zyk entering the rumored tent. With a shout, a feeble attempt of catching their attention in the roiling talking of the crowds, though one or two heads turned to look at the eccentric, thin, and ecstatically waving at the air, Piérre.

After pushing through some more people, and offering his apologies to those he had accidentally bumped into and sent their precious belongings flying, Piérre yanked back the flaps of the tent...

"Hiya! Sorry I'm late, I got_"

A piece of wood, once in the hand of his captain, went hurtling across the room. It seemed as if the Britalian had walked right into a chaos that he hadn't created for once. That was a first, if he had to say so himself.

Reducio

Rolled a d4 to determine House Colour for the Day:
1- Hufflepuff
2- Ravenclaw
3- Gryffindor
4-Slytherin
Number Rolled: 1
Hufflepuff

"Capt'n!" Piérre shouted, a choked sound of surprise in his throat. He instinctively reached to his throat, where a Figaro stole was lounging. Figaro's azure eyes flicked open for a moment, carefully gauging his surroundings before yawning and spotting the other animals in his perimeter. A small meow, and Figaro leapt down from his owner's shoulders, leaving Piérre to brush off fine. exotic cat hairs from his mostly black and yellow outfit. True, while he was not fully supporting Hufflepuff, instead rooting for his brother's Durmstrang team, Piérre thought that it would be rather wise to dress ass his school would probably deem fit.

Today, Piérre wore a garish, borderline neon yellow undershirt, with a black vest over the top. Black slacks and polished black goulashes finished up the slightly overdone look. Given some studs and silver chain, Piérre almost looked like a punk. The only thing that broke the illusion was the fact that his hair was uncombed and his eyes betrayed a signature glitter of mischief; untempered chaos ready to be let loose, fighting against the fragile host of flesh and blood.

"Capt'n!" Piérre caught his captain's arm after he had finished throwing. The poor lad knew that he was no match for Rafa's strength; after all, the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team was a Chaser, and Piérre was a lithe, thin boy, not meant for putting up his dukes, but the Britalian did what he could to try and lessen the damage done to the tent and the girl that Rafa had let his rage out on. Aurelia Notrévace. Piérre had not exactly had positive interactions with the girl, but she had so far not proven herself to be a threat to the Britalian, so in a sense, he felt obligated to try and play the mediator of this unfortunate situation.

By this time, Figaro had lightly padded over to the owl, gently batting at its tail feathers in a gesture of play and faux hunt. With a sigh, Piérre snagged his moleskine trunk with his free hand and tugged it into the area, putting it aside and then releasing his captain's wrist with a smile. "Yeah... maybe we could endure a day where nobody gets hurt. It could be a Hogwarts world record; twenty-four hours!" The Britalian agreed with the boy who had suggested hugging it out, ignoring the fact that he had added a cheap 'KIDDING' to the end of his suggestion. If there was anything that Piérre wanted, it was peace and quiet for a change. It was his job to get in trouble, cause the problems and then pay for them, not anybody else's.

With a shrug, Piérre picked up his bag, put it to the side of one of the bunks and then promptly climbed it, sitting cozily at the top. Piérre loved heights; he always got a thrill of adrenaline by being high above the masses, watching everything that happened and went on below his feet and eyes. After a beat, the lad noticed things already sitting on the edge of the bed, obviously reserving it. Without a thought, and certainly in a fashion that would have envied his own pet, Piérre gently tapped the things, tipping them over the side of the bunk and causing them to spill across the floor with their obvious thuds and crashes.

Well, the cot was his now. The person who really wanted this bed more than him would have to drag him out of it, no questions asked.

Ignoring the complaints of anyone who was going to tell him off, Piérre smiled quietly and kicked his feet beneath the bunk. Time to make the best of everything. "Other than a few high tempers... how is everyone else doing today?"

Then Aurelia went sprinting across the tent towards D'Spactio

Of course.

With lightning reflexes, Piérre snagged his yew wand, pointing it directly between the two individuals running at (or away) from one another, casting a spell drenched in Italian accent. "Periculum!"

Hopefully it would be enough to either blind or distract the two warring parties away from one another. When tempers had cooled a bit, Piérre would glare at both boy and girl with a sour look, something that did not befit the Britalian's often cherubic features. Had he been a bit older, or garnered a reputation that suggested a tough personality, he could have looked intimidating. "What in the name of God is WRONG with you two?" A contratenor would heighten and then even out with a strong, slightly aggravated Italian lilt. Even in anger, Piérre's words seemed far too graceful for such a violent situation. "I want it out in the open, NOW. Rafael, what did she do to you; and Aurelia, how did you provoke him?"

Piérre's feet had begun to kick in the air again, but a straight face with bottle green eyes that blazed like fire did not leave either subject of his pointed query.

If he knew Opeila was going to be in the same tent, he would’ve thought twice before accepting Adonis offer to share one. It didn’t take a long time to be convinced how strained his relationship with the Slytherin girl was. What started out as seeing her as another faceless blur he sees in classes or in the hallways sometimes turned into something so sour the moment she was officially Percy’s girlfriend. She had become an important person in Hanako’s everyday life- just not the good kind. Already, he had an idea of what their tent days would go around like and it’s anything but calm. On the way to their tent, Hanako stated silent. Instead, focused more on the small tents around them with a slightly perplexed look on his face. He recalled there would be many more people in one tent- there was no way he was going to cramp himself in a small tent with 6 other borings and whats-their-name-again?.

When the group stopped at a tent that looked like the rest, he rolled his eyes. “ This is outrageous “.He complained but it seemed to fell on death ears as Percy started to sprint to the tent. “ I- What the hell- how do they expect us to fit in- ohh..” Like the speed of light, his expression changed to one of amusement the second he took a step inside the tent. He looked outside for a second to make sure it still looks small- then poked his head back in. Despite its modest look outside, the tent was bigger than any he had ever been- complete with actual beds and furniture that he was left rather stunned. He came to terms with the fact that he was going to experience serious culture shock around here but there was definitely a lot more to learn about this new magic world he stepped in.

In awe of the interior, he almost missed Percy suggestion of sharing a bunk with a grin- to which Hanako instinctively returned. “ Better take the top one if you don’t want me to skip all the camp activities due to a head concussion~”. His dormmates would know all too well of Hanako’s habit of falling off his bed and taking comfort in the cold floor in the middle of the night. He didn’t know what his new tent mates would think of this peculiar habit of his- but they’ll find out once they trip over him in the morning one of these days, eventually. When Percy took out his guitar, Hanako was painfully reminded of his own instrument that he left at school, hidden by sight in the Chamber of Secrets where it’ll remain unless Wyatt decides to screw it up, which was highly unlikely. Bringing it along would only be to easy to reveal his secret hobby to others and he valued his reputation too much to allow it to happen. Wyatt was one person too many.

His attention was diverted to a newcomer to the tent- somebody and somebody. He didn’t have enough care to give remembering them a try. What struck them as slightly more interesting was when Percy seemed to react negatively to the newcomers. “Oh~? Is she the one that..” he didn’t get to finish as he couldn’t hold in a small chuckle at the entertaining turn of events. Percy had expressed his, unfortunately, hilarious encounter with the two girls earlier that never failed to make Hanako laugh. Who would’ve known they would meet again, and as tent mates. He had to express his gratitude towards Adonis for creating so much chaos as if placing Hanako and Pei together isn’t enough. “ This tent keeps getting more and more interesting, Thorn. You have my compliments~ “ He admitted to the boy, a small mischievous smile plastered on his face. “ Not kill each other? Certainly, you weren’t expecting a civil tea party when-” his sentence was interrupted when someone got hit by a flying object. It was too fast for Hanako to pinpoint what exactly happened but that pretty senior got hit and it seemed like for a second everything was to tense to react to. As he was too distracted earlier he had failed to remember her name but pretty senior would suffice at the moment.

"Oh sh*t.Woah, woah! Alright let's try not to do anything rash, alright? Let's just calm down, hug it out, maybe kiss each other too to make up for it. KIDDING!"Alright? Alright. Sounds good.”

At Adonis attempt to cease down the drama in his regular Adonis way, that’s when Hanako broke. It seemed like all the previous amusements he found just pilled up one after another until he was finally unable to keep up his chill demeanor, so he laughed. Short outbursts of chuckles slowly but surely turned into almost hysterical and a battle for air. God, he wanted so bad to stop laughing but he couldn’t. His stomach churned painfully, his legs basically turned into jelly as he fell on the floor, face hidden and one fist banged on the floor repeatedly as his futile desperate attempt to stop laughing. He didn’t even know the girl that got hit or the guy that hit her but if he died from laughing- he wanted both of them in jail. Even when the pretty senior ran after the other pretty senior that attacked her and when they were stopped by another newcomer, it all didn’t matter to Hanako as he was still on the floor, slowly getting better at breathing properly again but clearly to fatigue to react to anything. Anyone close to him would’ve caught him muttering things like ‘ Best tent ever’ or ‘ Bless the chaos’ between his tired chuckles.

Mentioning: @Percival Rainwood @Zykeal Lane @Adonis Thorn @Aurelia Notrésvace @Opeila Seilun @Piérre Marchonné @Rafael D'Spacito @Ileen Knight @Dealla Prince

Interacting: not anymore

Action: Laughed too much and now is suffering the consequences

Ileen waved back at Opeila with a smile and gave Adonis a big grin as well. Well, at least the two of them seemed pleased to see her.
If Adonis was the one who had organized the whole tent group, she wondered if he knew what he had gotten himself into - or all of them. Well, he would find out sooner or later.
Percival, who was probably still resentful, greeted them accordingly and Ileen couldn't help rolling her eyes at his reaction. That was really ridiculous. It seemed his friend thought so too. At least, he giggled when Percival strangled his guitar as a reaction to Dee’s entrance.
But he was a Slytherin – so who knew? Maybe he just enjoyed chaos? What was his name again? She could remember having seen him several times before, but they hadn't spoken to each other yet.
"Yes, she invited her. And she can hear you," Ileen said mockingly and turned around with raised eyebrows and a crooked grin. "You heard Opeila - I can invite whomever I want." To be on the safe side, she slipped her camera under the blanket of her upper bed. The picture would have to wait - if the tent was still standing and they all survived the first night. Maybe Perce’s guitar would fall victim to suffocation - but there was always a little collateral damage.

With a soft sigh, Ileen turned around to put her trunk next to her bed. The corners of her mouth twitched and she had to stifle a grin. Maybe Opeila wasn't the drama magnet after all, but her best friend. Percival was probably the only person on this planet who actually had unresolved problems with Dee - and of course, these two people ended up in the same tent. The universe was laughing at them. Ileen still didn’t understand why he was making such a big deal out if it anyways.
Ileen had been prepared for chaos and drama. This was still drama at an enjoyable level, she could handle that. Luckily, she didn’t know it was about to get worse.

Just as she turned her back to the tent entrance, she heard newcomers entering. What? Even more people? Were they not already more than enough? A bit surprised, she glanced over her shoulder, still half bent over her suitcase.
She just caught a glimpse of a familiar face, as three new people had stumbled into the tent. Wasn’t that the rude Gryffindor who had denied the delicious cake at Dee’s party after a few bites? Before she could put names to the other two newcomers, she was distracted by a wooden object that was hurled through the room by one of the Gryffindors and hit the older Gryffindor, Aurelia, on the jaw.
Ileen blinked in confusion. What had just happened? And why? A little stunned, she watched speechlessly as the chaos unfolded around her in all its glory. Seriously, what was wrong with these people? She knew that having a group of Hogwarts students together was always a bad idea, because they had a strong tendency to dissolve into a mess, but that was record time, even for Hogwarts standards. They had been here for what? Two minutes? Tops. And already they were tearing the tent apart and attacking each other. Ileen was tempted to facepalm. At least it wasn’t her House at fault, this time.

The older Gryffindor was trying to get to the idiot who had attacked her, knocking Adonis out of her way. The situation could hardly get any worse, could it? Well, you never knew. If someone now burns down the tent because he thinks using Incendio is a good idea, I'll drag him to the nearest lake and drown him myself, she swore to herself while watching the situation escalate with a mixture of fascination and complete incomprehension.
It didn't quite happen that way, but it was close. Some other smart person apparently thought it was the right time to cast Periculum. In her and Dee’s direction. The intention might be good, but what on earth was going on with those Gryffindors?
Ileen tried to dodge the attack and dropped on the ground, pulling Dee down with her. A jet of bright red sparks shot over her head. Good thing she had saved the camera. Still lying on the ground, she looked up angrily at this collection of idiotic troublemakers. Had they gone completely mad?
She just had enough of these childish quarrels. Even though she had no idea what exactly had happened, they didn't have to fight it out here. She just wanted to have a nice summer. Some bantering? Fine. Some adventures? Also fine. But this was way over the top. “What’s wrong with you? STOP THAT!”

Mentions: @Dealla Prince @Opeila Seilun @Percival Rainwood @Hanako Tone @Adonis Thorn @Rafael D'Spacito @Aurelia Notrésvace @Zykeal Lane @Piérre Marchonné

Dee gifted both Opeila and Adonis with an honest smile for their welcome, which then turned a little more amused at guitar boy’s… less than enthused response. The shorter Asian boy who was also standing with them just seemed to ignore them completely, which - rude. But okay, there were more interesting things to hold her attention right now.
“You heard them,” Dee said innocently, tilting her head to one side, her blue eyes sparkling mirthfully as Ileen immediately came to her defense. “Opeila and Ileen invited me.” Opeila indirectly, at least, but she doubted the Slytherin girl minded her presence. They’d gotten along well enough at the tea bag activity.

“Sounds like your guitar is fine, though,” she added, but any further teasing that might have followed was interrupted by the entrance of even more people - even more familiar faces.
Honestly, when Dee had agreed to join this tent for Ileen’s sake, she had expected to end up in a group with a bunch of people she had never met before, except for Ileen and Opeila.
Instead, in addition to guitar boy, there was now also Rafa, who she’d met at yet another errand a few months ago, and… Zykeal.
Fantastic. Seemed like she’d get her chance to tell him off for leaving her birthday party without saying a word a few weeks ago. She’d been looking forward to that.

Busy as she was planning that particular confrontation, Dee only noticed something was happening when the chaos had already broken loose.
She saw something flying from the corner of her eyes, and suddenly people were yelling, there was yet another new face, this one unfamiliar, and then Adonis got damn near tackled out of the way by the unknown girl - had she just called Rafa ‘D’Spacito’? Why did that name ring a bell? - while others tried to stop Rafa from whatever he was trying to do.

Frankly, Dee would have been content to just sit there and watch the disaster unfold. She barely had a grasp on what was going on, and didn’t feel at all compelled to choose a side between the conflicting parties, and well, since it didn’t involve her? As she had said to Ileen earlier, as long as they weren’t the ones causing the trouble…
But it seemed fate had different plans for them, and while Dee was still busy watching the dark-haired girl sprint across the tent, Ileen suddenly grabbed her by the shirt and dragged her forcefully down to the ground.
She hit the floor hard, too surprised to brace herself, her eyes wide. “Wh-” she started but didn’t get to finish the question before a jet of bright red sparks exploded in the tent and had her instinctively bury her face into her arms, eyes squeezed shut. Oh. Oh. As close as that had been to them, she might have to thank Ileen for saving her life later.

Slowly, hesitantly, Dealla lifted her head to see the Asian boy from before on the floor a few meters from her, shaking with helpless bursts of laughter, and then felt laughter bubbling up inside her as well, which might have been the first sign of hysteria, or just some reckless part of her genuinely finding the situation hilarious. With all that had happened during the school year, she shouldn’t be surprised at more near death experiences, but she still hadn’t expected them within the first five minutes of entering their tent.
She didn’t make a move to get up, either, because currently it seemed like the floor was the safest place to be in this tent.

Between all the chaos and confusion, at least one thing was clear: Whatever the next few weeks held for them, boredom was not going to be an issue.

Interactions | @Percival Rainwood | @Ileen Knight
Mentions | @Opeila Seilun | @Adonis Thorn | @Hanako Tone | @Rafael D'Spacito | @Zykeal Lane | @Piérre Marchonné | @Aurelia Notrésvace

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Interacting With: @Aurelia Notrésvace @Piérre Marchonné @Adonis Thorn
Mentioning: @Dealla Prince @Ileen Knight @Hanako Tone @Lydia Cooper @Opeila Seilun
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The cries of his fellow tentmates fell on deaf ears, anyone watching the young man would surely be able to observe, the young Captain too shell-shocked and focused on finding an escape from a fiery death by Monster Hunter to properly register the words of restraint focused on him by his peers – his eyes were wide, dark brown pupils trained on the sullen form of a quickly-recovering Aurelia Notresvace with a stark sort of tension, shoulders taut in fear and his mouth pulled into a line. The female’s monster-hunter attributes were even more apparent in the light of the situation, her deadly gaze more terrifying than he’d ever seen it before, inspiring a thread of anxiety in the heart of the young man, and for a moment, the child couldn’t think, his impulses taking the wheel and directing him to the first place he could take refuge. He would later remember climbing one of the bunk beds, hauling his bag along with him, a source of ammunition he would shortly put to use as he unclipped the latches, his gaze never leaving the beautiful third year. It wasn’t fair, what was he to do with the thoughts of death and destruction he was now drowning in? It was, after all, no secret that the boy was far from fearless – and it certainly didn’t help, that time was running out for the young man. Perhaps he should pray. Did he know how to pray? Who would he even pray to? The Universe? Nah, he didn’t have any friends up there. Harry Potter, the God of Luck and Awesomeness? It was certainly a viable option. Though, the longer time ticked on, the more apparent it became that the boy would have no time to learn the mysterious art, let alone practice it in the midst of the chaos that had suddenly befallen his livelihood. Oh, well. He’d gotten this far in life using the seat of his pants. Let his instincts not fail him now.

Taking the first thing that found his fingertips – a pair of red Hanes underwear – the boy reared his arm back in a pitching stance, his eyes narrowing down on his lovely target, before hurling the projectile through the air with practiced ease. The cloth would soon find its mark – once again, the girl’s face – before falling pathetically to her feet. However, the young Captain would have no time to register this, his fingers already grasping for new things to throw. A stick of deodorant? Check. A toothbrush? Check? A wand? Che – wait. The wand was only airbourne for what seemed to be a split second, before the child grasped it from the air, his save nearly costing him his health as he grasped to keep his balance atop the bunk. Ah, he’d packed a weapon, how convenient! And, what a better time to use it, then moments from his death? Drawing it closer, he would hold the instrument out ominously, the tip facing his newfound rival. There would be no warning. If it was defense he required, then he supposed he’d get it.

“Mucus ad Naus-“

It seemed as if luck was with Aurelia this time, however, as a shot of red sparks soon shot through the air, yanking the young man right out of the focused reverie he had once found himself it – and, in a typical situation, the boy may have been able to deal with such a jump scare with a level head. However, in the heat of danger, the child’s reflexes lept into action before he could properly understand what was happening – he jolted, a yelp escaping from his lips as he fell back into the mattress, an air of shock overcoming his senses and his wand dropping from his fingertips, tumbling onto the bed beside him. What the hell? It was then, that his surroundings would come into focus – there were two girls on the ground, as well Pei and her cat, and a disgruntled-looking Adonis [can change this description, didn’t know what to put haha]. Had he been shoved, or something? And was that boy laughing? What – what was so funny? Was his misfortune anything to laugh at? Well, the kid must have been a Slytherin, then. The Captain would also absently note Pierre, wand raised, his face fiery and demanding in nature. It would be then, that he would hear his dormmate’s words.

"I want it out in the open, NOW. Rafael, what did she do to you; and Aurelia, how did you provoke him?"

Well, Pierre, it was long story, Rafael wanted to say. However, the child was too discombobulated by his new setting, the threat to his health, the… startling new composure of the Quidditch Keeper, he could do no such thing, nor think a coherent thought – rather, his jaw dropped, his breathing halted for a moment as he scrambled for the words to counter his mate. “What did she – “ he said out loud, as if trying to reformulate the question in coherent language. Then, gathering his thoughts once more, he proceeded to pick himself up from where he was sprawled, taking his wand back into his hands and narrowing his eyes on the third year. “Funny you ask.” He would cock his head, sneering as he reminisced on their ill moments together. Counting on his fingers, he would begin to share aloud their hazardous history – “You drugged me. Threw a knife at me. Broke my nose. Flirted with me for easy answers. Told my girlfriend that I was cheating on her, when I was trying to save her life. Shall I continue?” He hoped she’d say ‘no’, he didn’t really have a lot more for the list. Though, the child would admit, he’d surprised himself with his choice of words – he and Lydia weren’t exactly exclusive, though their recent history may have alluded to otherwise. What was his subconscious saying? It didn’t matter. Deciding he wouldn’t risk exposing his conversational bluff, he immediately chose to turn to Adonis, eyes narrowed in the slightest. “Adonis, do you feel safe with this woman in your tent?” His words may have been spoken antagonistically, but they were far from insulting – anyone watching the child, would surely be able to note the fear in his body language, distress in his voice. It was a plea for help.

Though the boy wouldn’t wait around for a helping hand. He was fully capable of defending himself. Brandishing his wand once more, he waved it in front of the Third Year, he spoke with ill words, making sure his adversary knew he wasn’t bluffing in the least. “Don’t look at me, don’t talk to me, don’t get near me. Not even a little. Oh, don’t even breathe on me.” A nice touch. “Test me, I dare you. I swear to God I will hex your ass into next week. Capisce?” It was true, he could have been setting himself up for failure. Oh, well, if his threats didn’t carry out, let his actions testify for his resolve. He meant every word he uttered, and he wasn’t about to be shown up by some monster hunter.

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Interacting with Loras with @Opeila Seiluns permission.

@Rafael D'Spacito | @Dealla Prince | @Ileen Knight | @Adonis Thorn
@Percival Rainwood | @Hanako Tone | @Piérre Marchonné | @Aurelia Notrésvace

The events of the first moments in their tent seemed to pass in a flash after Zykeal had needlessly reached out towards Rafa in an attempt to halt his actions. Those golden irises darted across the room to see the monster hunter herself stalk towards her would-be next victim in Rafa, other figures appeared though and tried to calm to the tension that mounted within the room, it seemed his actions were unneeded and his presence was deemed unnecessary. A flicker of movement seemed to catch his attention though, there was a darting of something that seemed to run and hide when the room became chaotic, not just one thing, but two. Zyk could only track on of the things at first, the second one, which his vision had flicked to and locked upon, "Was that a-" he started to mutter to himself. All of the others seemed to be beyond his mental state at the moment, even when a flash of a spell lit up the room that was aimed poorly, he still didn't let his tracking be ceased.

Narrowing his lids, he muttered once more, "Cat," he said, finishing his sentence. The thing seemed to have gone under one of the beds furthest in the room, the one that he himself would eventually claim, even though he'd never sleep in the poor thing. Hunching low then, Zykeal went into stalk mode, edging to the side of the events that were unfolding within the center of the tent. Bending till his knees were upon the ground, he'd stow that aspen wood wand into the side of his waistband and slowly start to crawl along on all fours across the surface of the tent towards where he had seen the thing disappear to. Making sure that his movements were slow, he didn't want to spook the thing, after all, he crawled past the others without even giving them a glance, making sure that his target was in sight the entire time. As he approached the far bed, he'd call out softly, "Oh hewwo wittle kit kat kitty kat," he mewed, "Zykies wants to plays," he continued, as if he was talking to a baby or something similar.

Keeping himself from striking the floor too hard and disturbing the animal, he got to the bedside slowly while trying not to lose track of the creature that was beneath it. Turning his head to the side while placing a free hand up on top of the bed to steady his lean, he peered underneath the frame and there beheld what looked to him to be a miniature tiger, "Holy smokes," he whispered, that was the only thing he got out of his mouth before his face was met with the quick lash of an outstretched paw that connected with the bridge of his nose. With the swipe at his face, his reaction was clear, to try and pull his head away from the thing that was aiming for him. Unfortunately for Zykeal, his head was underneath the frame of the bed and when he pulled back, it collided with the hard surface. This reaction caused his head to bounce down and smack his forehead against the floor of the tent, causing him to ping pong off one surface and on to the other. The sudden trauma to him caused him to see stars for a moment, but, that didn't prevent him from calling out in anguish, "AH SHIT!" he yelled aloud, "IT GOT ME," he yelled once more.

Springing back away from where the bed was, he landed on his backside and pulled his hands behind him to brace his position. Sitting there for a moment, he looked from side to side in distraught, completely oblivious in what had happened for a moment before he started yelling at himself again, "It's gonna eat me!" he exclaimed, a hand reaching out to point towards underneath the bed where the devil had just taken a little piece of Zyk from, well, Zyk. Springing to his feet, there was a thought to reach for his wand, but, he was still curious about the creature and decided to slowly start to make his way with eased footsteps towards the bed once more. The 'smart' idea for him was to gain the higher ground on the, well, what he thought was a tiger. To this thought, he'd lift himself onto the mattress and get down onto all fours as if he was about to look under the bed once more. Zykeal wasn't 'that' dumb though, he'd approach from a different side. Turning so that he'd possibly try and look at the creature from behind, he'd position his arms to steady his weight as he leaned down over the top of the bed and look underneath the frame once more.

Could this thing really be a cat? No. It had to be a tiger. For when Zykeal thought he had the upper hand in positioning, the cat was ready for him. As soon as he peeked his forehead beyond the frame and exposed it to the space underneath the bed, there was another quick swipe to his forehead and he jerked backward once more. The jerking reaction raised his form up onto the bed in an upright position, but, the movement was too fast for him to catch himself. Once again, Zyk sent himself flying and this time it was straight off the top of the mattress. A resounding 'thud' could be heard as his back hit the floor a few feet away from where the lair of the beast was. Impulse caused him to skitter back a few feet further away from the bed once more, he'd call out, "Holy Fluffball," he said, "It's vicious!" his home Irish accent playing out profoundly, still edging himself backward away from the bed. It wasn't until he hit another bed behind him to when he'd be stopped in his tracks and the shock of the situation hit him hard. A hand reached down and he plucked out the ivory-colored wand once more from his waistband and he'd keep it at the ready position towards the bed.

Trying not to take his stare from underneath the bed for as long as he could, he took a quick glance to his side to see if he could muster some back up to take on the dangerous, vicious, bloodthirsty fiend, "Someone call for help! There's a beast in here!" he cried out once more. Slowly still, he'd nudge his back up the bedside that he was positioned against and allow himself to crawl back onto the top of the bed, his new safe-haven, where he felt a little more guaranteed protection from the creature. Zykeal was now completely unaware of any of the events that were unfolding within the tent with the others, at this moment, the most dangerous adversary in the room lay beneath the bed that would eventually become his own. It'd probably be the reason he never slept in it, the memory of the terrible attack would haunt him, forever.

Despite his annoyance, Percival gave Hanako a small nod. The boy knew that the other had some interesting sleeping patterns. It would not be good for anyone for Hanako to become acquainted with the floor from the top bunk. Not only would he be hurt, but he would complain for the rest of the trip.

Percival slipped the guitar strap off his shoulder before placing the instrument back into its case. Having it in its case made him feel a little bit better. The boy placed the guitar right next to the bed as Ileen spoke up. He grit his teeth together as he listened to her mocking tone. "I'm glad she can hear me." he snapped back not caring if the person in question had heard him or not.

Though it seemed like the girl had actually heard him because she directed her next words towards him. Her words did nothing but light the brewing fire in his stomach. "No thanks to you." he snapped his right hand sliding behind him. The boy gripped onto one of the pillows tightly, digging his nails into the soft surface. Pretending that it was Dealla's face instead.

Percival's momentary anger was subdued by the sudden disaster that took place. A jet of bright red sparks shot suddenly in the tent, and Percival had trouble following what exactly had just taken place. The boy flinched backward at the sudden spell. Though he didn't go very far since he was already against the headboard. His hand drew the pillow in his grip closer to the front of his body, and his right hand itched for the wand in his back pocket. The pillow would offer little protection from a spell cast his way, but it seemed like logic did not win the fight with his instincts.

The boy had trouble telling if anyone had gotten hit by a spell. All he could really tell was that far fewer people were standing at the moment. The boy could see the forms of Ileen and Dealla on the floor. It was clear that they had ducked to avoid the spell cast. Hanako's laugh rung harshly in his ears due to their close proximity.

Percival knew that Hanako was not laughing at him. Or at least was laughing at everyone and everything. Though his logic never seemed to win out, and the boy gripped the pillow tightly in his fist. A part of him was worried about accidentally tearing the pillow, but he really did not care. All that concerned him was getting away from the laughing and the tension.

He stood up quickly from his place on the bunk bed. Fear quickly forgotten as anger coiled in his gut like a snake ready to strike. Percival stepped around the still laughing form of Hanako. Unable to catch the mutterings the other spoke to himself. Percival walked towards the entrance at a clipped pace. He wanted to remove himself as quickly as possible from the entire situation.

Percival hadn't even realized he was still carrying the pillow tightly in his right hand. Just as the boy realized he was clutching the pillow in his hand, did his eyes graze over the form of Dealla. The boy's walking faltered slightly as he looked down at the girl.

Something inside him wanted to throw the pillow at the girl's face. Wipe that teasing look off her face. Percival didn't even realize the pillow had left his grasp till he watched it hit the girl's face in slow motion. The boy's mouth opened slightly in surprise as the pillow hit the girl square in the face.

Percival stood there for only a moment before he quickly pushed open the flaps of the tent. Disappearing in the sea of tents that surrounded there tent.

Interacting with: @Dealla Prince @Ileen Knight @Hanako Tone
Mentioning: @Zykeal Lane @Adonis Thorn @Aurelia Notrésvace @Pierre Garfield @Rafael D'Spacito

Rafael D'Spacito, Aurelia would say, was worse than any monster she had encountered. Although she would never admit it out loud, he'd hurt her in a way that put the bites of the dhampirs accumulated over the past few months to shame. Of course, how it came to be this way, was partially her own fault. True, she had threw a knife at him, a motion driven by the volatile instinct ingrained from the days of training to fend off malignant beasts -- an accident she claimed, one that the boy had only took to his advantage, creating a weapon to use against her.

Aurelia would be lying if she said she did not deserve such treatment. Perhaps the inked paragraphs in that lengthy owl was truly how she was seen in the eyes of those around her and she had only ever been so oblivious to that fact. Did she truly care about others as much as she thought she was? Evidently not. Did she truly care about the pretty veela girl as she fixed the girl's pretty ginger hair, or had she only told her what she did with the intention of Rafael's misfortune? To be honest, she could not fathom herself. Like what the boy wrote, he would never respect her, words that hit far too close to home. If the captain as an individual held such a notion, surely he couldn't be the only one. But she never thought that the disrespect was to such an extent that he would dare bludger a wooden block her way, much less his undergarments.

If Rafael thought that by climbing onto the leveled bunk bed he could escape the monster hunter's wrath then he would be wrong, very wrong. If one were to glance at the fourteen year old's way, the mask of sheer rage was evident on her visage. The once alluring pair of blue-gray eyes now icy, dark and frigid. Her lips forming an unnerving sneer. The young woman's hurt only fueled the fiery untamed rage. How anyone else perceived her, that, she couldn't quite be bothered with at the moment. Rafael, did not respect her, but soon he would learn to, for she would not accept it any other way. Aside from a ball of red underwear which fell next to her feet after gracefully grazing her face, the monster hunter swiftly evaded the rest of the projectiles. It was not until the boy brandished his wand had the older girl drawn her own weapon.

"Expel-" Interrupted by a bright flash of red, the incantation to disarm the boy was cut short, the spell never delivered. Instinctively, she lifted her arm to shield her eyes from glare of light, her vision impeded temporarily. It was only a few moments before she lifted her gaze to the initiator of the attack, the tiny italian boy, now demanding for an explanation. Once more, she was being villainised. Then again, what more had she expected from a Gryffindor keeper to his captain? Total biasness. But she hadn't needed to explain herself for the Gryffindor captain was quick to take the liberty to defend himself.

In the midst of the chaos, someone was laughing, not one, but two. Somehow, it sparked an odd little sentiment deep in her gut, one of pure hysteria that bubbled up the surface. Perhaps it was the need of relief, to distract herself from the torment of an overwhelming hurt mingled with rage or perhaps it was the hypocrisy of the boy's word and how absurdly amusing it was. A pitched laugh then escaped her lips in pleasant giggles and chortles, a slender hand coming up lightly over her mouth to stifle the sounds of delirium. The trickle of blood down her chin from the hit by the wooden block accented the look. The fourteen year old could not quite register the toll her own body was taking adherent to her own confusing emotions. She was crazy, perhaps becoming a tad bit terrible.

It was a good minute of laughter before she finally responded to the evidently one-sided interrogation, "You are hilarious, D'Spacito. I'm sure you remember the time I saved his life from that dhampir, Pierre. Someone ought to remind him; I doubt the ungrateful brat remembers."

"Humour me D'Spacito, I doubt you remember a whole lot of things. Let me help you with that. You put me at knife point and in a choke hold shortly after, forcing me to break your nose. You would not stop pestering me afterwards, so much so, I had to give you a dose of the potion. Don't say I had not warned you, child." With a tone coated with venom, she put much emphasis on the word, 'child'. Pretty lips curling as she snarled, regaining the same terrible composure she adorned moments ago yet maintaining the ever-so-distracting loveliness of her genetic makeup.

It wasn't until she noticed how the other had lost all his composure did she realise how hilarious the situation was. The egoistic gryffindor boy, it was all in his body language. There was one thing Astrehilde, her grandmother and monster hunting mentor, had taught her about during a study session on creatures. It was a prey-predator instinct, a few species made themselves look larger in size in order to scare off their predators. All this while, how could she have never noticed? It was what Rafael had been doing all this time. Only then did she come to the conclusion: he was afraid of her. The thought of it was laughable and laugh Aurelia did, and in a fit of giggles spoke the words, "No, YOU don't feel safe. Not when I'm here."

Gripping onto the cherry wood wand, she adeptly disarmed the boy with a wave and a short incantation leaving her lips. The boy's weapon which he was threatening her with catapulted out of his hand. From what she had noticed throughout the S.W.A.G session, the quidditch player was never great at spell casting. "Do you think I am unaware of your capabilities at spell casting?" She mocked. "Rafael D'Spacito, the mightiest captain of Gryffindor's team, test me, hex me for all I care." Her voice rose assertively.

"I dare YOU." The lovely creature repeated, this time in a low but terrifying growl.

"Oh, how did you put it? Do not look, talk, get near me or even breathe on me. Then again, what I say to you no longer has worth, does it not? So I invite you to catch me outside." She sneered. With a last glare, she turned around and strutted to the exit of the tent. She needed to isolate herself away from the cats and the boy she so despised to sit, think, breathe, reel in her emotions, and most of all, let out a sneeze that she was tolerating more than she was with Rafael. Damn her allergies. Unlikely that Rafael would take the challenge, she sure hoped not. The tent was chaotic, oh so chaotic. There was the red head gryffindor boy who cowered on a bed, fending himself from a cat and another boy who threw a cushion at a girl before hastily making his leave.

Just before she made her way through the curtains of the tent the pretty brunette announced, "Collectively, if I am now unwelcome, leave my belongings outside and I will retrieve them later to find another place to accommodate." The last thing she wanted was to make these student's stay for the summer worse or more chaotic than it already was. With that, she made her leave, stepping out into the darkening evening.

Aurelia would have left the tent temporarily unless stopped

Opeila would have shot an angry look at Hanako. She would have agreeingly nodded at Pierre's words. She would have waved at her boyfriend with a light smile- there had been a few doubtful moments for Opeila since Percival's best friend had started to terrorize her whenever Percival wasn't around to witness it. And Percival was at Hanako's feet did his bidding however he treated him wrongly. Opeila had been deeply disgusted and tempted to kick both the boys more than once.

She certainly would have done all those things if it wasn't for Zyk, who had made the mistake to try and play with her cat. "Zyk, if I were yo-", she wanted to warn him, when Loras smacked a paw at his face. Opeila had to cover her chuckle with the back of her hand for a moment, while Zyk shouted and hit his head first on the bed frame and then on the floor. She then jumped off her bed to help him, but it seemed like Zyk hadn't got enough yet. Her arms crossed she leaned against her bed and watched Zyk who now approached Loras again... and got smacked again. Opeila chuckled when Zyk shouted for help. "Oh, stop screaming.", she said and finally went to help him.

Loras wouldn't always listen to Opeila, but he was easily bribed with food. The Slytherin got used to having some cat food in her pocket and it helped to lure him out this time as well. She grabbed the distracted cat by his neck, ignored his noisy indignance and set him back on her bed. There he would stay until Opeila went up there as well.

Mentioning @Percival Rainwood @Hanako Tone @Piérre Marchonné @Zykeal Lane