He inwardly sighed as he listened to the excited tone that Yefim produced. It seemed like the sudden appearance of the newcomer had interested Yefim. Which meant that Yefim was probably already planning something. Though it was not like he minded so much. Mikael was fairly used to the Yefim's antics at this point. It had been one of the driving points to their friendship.

Mikael's gaze shifted from the strange boy in front of them as something moved in his peripheral. His gaze turned to see Valentin just as he pulled his hand out from his bag to catch the pair of sunglasses that flew through the air. He was surprised that he hadn't noticed the other sneaking to his bag in the first place. Mikal was usually better about not letting these type of things happen. Though it appeared that Kheanu was a better distracted then he would ever like to admit.

The boy gritted his teeth as he grabbed his bag with a little more force than necessary. He pulled the bag towards him so that it sat on the bed closer to him. A quick inventory check showed that everything was accounted for. Especially his most important item at the bottom of the bunk. It seemed that his bag had drawn unwanted attention. Attention that Mikael would rather do without.

The leather bag was a deep brown with lighter brown accents. It resembled something similar to a duffle bag, but it was magically charmed to be larger on the inside. Hence, why his broom was able to fit inside and not have to be carried. Mikael had even made sure that there was no metal accents to draw in a certain Seeker.

The bag was nothing too eye-catching. He had chosen a boring bag for that reason. Though it seemed like his plans for privacy had been thwarted. Mikael huffed turning away from the three to zip the bag closed. Before, taking the bag and shoving it under the bottom bunk. He didn't mind if it got a little dusty. More worried about his possessions going missing. Inwardly he hoped that it would stay out of sight and out of mind.

Mikael turned to study the well-dressed boy who still hadn't run out of the tent at the sight of the jocks. He couldn't help studying the boy, the other posed as a mystery. His eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed the boy's companion. A rather meek-looking thing that seemed to gush over every little interaction with Kheanu. It bothered him how the other seemed to hold no will of his own. Willingly carrying the boy's bags for him like he was a bellhop. Mikael's dislike for the meek boy as he watched him stumble away. Even for Yefim, Mikael refused to walk around like a blubbering idiot.

Yefim's interest in the newcomer was fairly apparent. So Mikael decided he would follow the other's lead for now. His own interest sparked in the boy's usually stoic face as he began to wonder who exactly this boy was. Mikael made a mental note on the way the boy's overall tone seemed to change on the dime. Kheanu's overall tone for the three boys was hard to decipher.

Mikael stiffened slightly as a depressive thickness seemed to settle in the atmosphere. The source of the change seemed to come from the older boy himself. His eyes refused to look away from Kheanu as he waited for the other to make his move. Mikael's frown grew as he watched the other approach his teammate, Valentin. A part of him worried slightly for the safety of his teammate, but he squashed that thought almost immediately. He didn't need to worry, since it seemed like the newcomer was just trying to intimidate Valentin. Besides, he didn't hold that strong of a like for the energetic boy.

He decided to insert himself closer to the group and walked up a little ways behind Valentin. Mikael didn't want to listen to Yefim berating him for not being more open to other people. Though in Mikael's opinion, he thought he was doing great with Valentin so far. A brow slightly raised as he caught Valentin's gaze. It seemed like both of his tentmates wanted the other boy to join their growing tent. Mikael wasn't about to disagree when he had been outvoted. So instead, he gave a short nod to express his agreement.

Mikael frowned as Kheanu tried to coerce Valentin to grab his luggage. He wondered if Kheanu had meant to punctuate the end of his sentence by speaking louder. Sadly, to Mikaels dismay it seemed to have an effect on him. Causing the boy to look from Valentin towards the strange newcomer. He wondered exactly what the other was trying to accomplish.

Though despite not exactly caring about whether or not Valentin carried the bags. He decided now would be a good time to break his long stretch of silence. Which in Mikael's defense had been entirely accidental.

"Why can't you grab them yourself?" he asked in his thick accent. One of Mikael's eyebrows was raised in a quizzical manner. Mikael's featured remained fairly schooled, but his curiosity shone through here and there.

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Kheanu did not know what to expect when he moved to reclaim his designer sunglasses from the pale boy, but it certainly was not a hug. In his shock, the older Durmstrang student was not able to brace himself for what was practically a display of physical assault and ended up being awkwardly pulled and pressed into the back of the couch he was leaning over. To be honest, even if Kheanu was ready for the enthusiastic show of affection, his lithe-limbed, delicate structure would not have done much for him. Right then he just looked stupid—with one knee braced ungracefully on the seat of the couch and the other leg outstretched behind him with toes extended, Kheanu was reduced to looking like a misshapen ragdoll.

The long-haired Mondelez boy gritted his teeth.

At this point, he was starting to question his decision of rooming with these tramps. If it weren't so late in the afternoon already, Kheanu would have had no hesitation in striding out of the tent and never looking back. As it stood, in a few hours, they would need to be ready for the inter-school Barbecue, and the older boy didn't think he could find a free tent in time to change for the event. He'd have to wear the clothes that he came with! L'orrore! [The horror!] He would need to suck it up if he were to be presentable in front of the other wizarding schools.

Kheanu then let out a loud, unsettlingly hollow laugh and pat the boy none-too-gently in the back. "Ha ha ha, mamma mia [my goodness], you silly boy!" Don't touch me, fool. "And please, talk to me in English." Don't even breathe near me.

Though he appeared to be taking things in stride, Kheanu's thoughts reflected exactly how annoyed he currently was.

And it was all made worse by what happened next.

Just as Kheanu was about to answer the haughty boy who asked him why he couldn't handle his own luggage, large crashes one after the other sounded from behind him. He couldn't contain a small gasp as he watched his suitcases fall violently on top of each other as the third boy tossed them with abandon onto the empty bed.

"My toiletries!" Kheanu's breathless exclamation followed a painful cacophony of breaking glass. The older boy roughly threw the still-hugging arms from around his neck and rushed to the side of the bed, not even caring what happened to the pale boy clutching him. With his back to the other occupants of the tent, Kheanu's mouth fell open when he opened up the suitcase containing his necessities.

Phials of shampoo, conditioner, perfume, makeup, and even an antique razor lay spilled, scattered, and broken inside the velvet-lined Gucci luggage. The fumes of potions mixed with the chemical scents of haircare and cosmetics and diffused this aggressive, chemical smell within the tent.

And just like that, you could almost hear Kheanu's patience snap in two.

The fake light that nonetheless showed in the boy's forcibly soft expression died out from his eyes, leaving it blank and hollow. The Mondelez stood up slowly, drawing his wand from his pocket as he turned, an eerie wide smile plastered into his otherwise emotionless face. With a flick of his hand, Kheanu muttered a Reparo on his stuff before he spoke in sickly-sweet honeyed words at the culprit. "Not to worry, dear. Nothing that can't be fixed." The pitch and tone of his voice were observably very different and... very wrong... as he spoke these words.

"But please do not do that again, okay?"

The sound of mending glass and de-spilled liquids peaked and then slowly quieted down as this all happened.

But the end of Kheanu's sentence was punctuated by the sharp, metallic shing sound of his antique razor as it closed by itself in the mending process.

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Almost as abruptly as Kheanu reacted to his things being momentarily broken, the malevolence in his gaze disappeared in favor of a long, slow eyeroll. An audible huff escaped his lips as he sat himself down onto the bed, diverting his main attention into unpacking his things, a subsequent whispered Erecto putting up two large foldable shelves on both sides of the bed—with just enough space to contain most, if not all, of his belongings.

This was new. Being called a spy.

The boy has been called many things before: tempter (sometimes even temptress), evil, master manipulator, notorious flirt.

But never a spy.

He did not even know a single person in Hogwarts. If not for the school's publicized issues and scandals in newspapers around Europe, Kheanu would not have even found the institution more interesting than an interior design article or worse, a sports magazine.

That was the thing.

The boy despised athletics. They did wonders to men's bodies, he can admit that—appreciate that, even. But the fascination with physical exertion was never his cup of tea. He much more appreciated the grace and poise a good fencing bout could display. The finesse and fluidity of the forms of the sport more sophisticated than the sweaty, guttural, barbaric practice that was Quidditch.

Probably why he went out of his way to attend this Summer Camp: to show his elegance on the battlefield.

In dueling combat.

"You all are not very smart are you?" The older student threw over his shoulder as he proceeded to gently and meticulously place each of his vials of cosmetics on one corner of the magically-erected shelves. Turning to look each boy in the eye, Kheanu twirled his wand in his fingers. "I'm a duelist, in my fourth year at Durmstrang, first and foremost. I could not care less about your overrated sport." The boys would once again find Kheanu's wand pointed in their general direction.

"And second off, if I was ever going to aid 'ogwarts in winning their Quidditch game, I would have done so by breaking one of each of your limbs as early as the moment I went inside this tent!" The malicious glint in his stare would once again resurface for a second before the delicate boy turned back to arranging his things once more. His threat was laced in a thicker Italian accent in his outrage, though this went by unnoticed by Kheanu himself.

"I don't believe any of you could have effectively stopped me, either."

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OOC: I wanted to offer this course of action as a harmonious way to end the tent experience for the year. If you'd like to rebel against or react Yefim's choices feel free to! You all also know how to contact me on Discord if you want me to edit this in any way. Otherwise, I can also lock the thread.