Sta 8 | Eva 10 | Str 11 @Theo Duncain @Greta Fransson Wis 6 | Arc 5 | Acc 5

UGH! JUST BECAUSE HE SLAPPED A BOY DOESN'T MEAN HE HAD TO BE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION! Then again, Eddy did make a death threat- even if it wasn't... that obvious.

A lady who had an accent Eddy didn't reconize, started yelling at Edward. "Shh. I know what I'm doing, and it might be you next. Fates rely on the bottle, and who it lands on."

He looked over at the boy he just slapped. "hahaha! I don't regret it though. If you'd like- I can prepare another slap." Edward smirked, trying to sound intimidating. "Oh? You're gonna slap me back? HAHAHA! I don't think so!" Eddy stated but then tried to hide his obvious gulp of fear.

"Both of you, revenge will come." Edward stated, trying to sound even more dramatic- but how something sounds lies on someone's ears, leaving the others to interpret it any way that they want to.

Edward turned, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. He didn't see what he did wrong. He could've just said no, but instead he found a way to liven up the game. A game that was just kissing or showing that they love another. Eww. Who wanted-- well- he had @Clair Fernandez-- but no! That should not be the reason for the slapping! But someone better keep Eddy's name out of their mouths if one thing came out of this--Twirl the Flagon-- to the Headmistress.

@Opeila Winters @Evelynn Decipio

Sta 3 | Eva 4 | Str 2 @Elizaveta Mikhailov Wis 12 | Arc 10 | Acc 9

Noah got onto the ship, preparing himself for possible humiliation. He went through this last year and nearly had to kiss his doppleganger! Then he also got kissed by maybe two others- but he was tramatized. Why did he sign up for something like this again? Well, maybe it won't be so-- DID THAT BOY JUST SLAP THAT BOY?-- That was obviously more drama than Noah had in his group last year.

He really hoped that boy (eddy) wasn't one the bottle landed on, otherwise he would've been knocked out or dead after one swing from the looks of the mark on that boy's face (theo). And all kinds of yelling and commotions seem to be happening. Maybe he was placed in the wrong group this year! Yeah that must be- he heard a girl say his name in a russian accent. O-oh maybe he was wrong after all.

Maybe he was in the right place. Noah's goldenlike hair began to shine. As he looked up, he saw the girl suggest a hug, but as he felt a tiny bit scared of what was happening, he lightly slapped her right hand, before giving her a hug, hugging her for as long as he possibly could.

Action: Hugging the girl

@Samantha Salwis @Opeila Winters @Noah Jupe

Don't kill me but I need to work on Noah's hair to have a goldish hue x.x but right now his hair is golden.

Languages: Portuguese & English

The shit-eating grin could not be wiped from Raul’s face, not when he realised that he would be participating with his brother and therefore had the benefit of not only backup but a ready translator, not when he saw that he’d be afforded the ability to humiliate Manuela in front of the entirety of the European wizarding community, and certainly not when he saw two a pair of redheaded English lovebirds speaking to one another. At least, he presumed they were English, that was the tongue that they were speaking in after all. Not that he understood that bastard tongue very well. Spin the bottle, no matter what sort of thematic name the barbaric English kids decided to provide it, was a very simple game. One that lended itself naturally to one of Raul’s favourite activities. Stirring shit.

Speaking in rapidfire Portuguese, Sao Pãolo accent thick, Raul grinned at his brother, “Let’s kiss some English girls, hey?”

He didn’t bother with lowering his voice, better his intentions were known by those present. Besidese, it wasn’t as if any present could actually speak his mother tongue. Well, any except for Manuela, and she hardly counted as a person in any event. She could bitch and moan all she liked about his words, the toxic words of a half-blood concerned him little.

Raul waved as he sat in the circle, the rings upon his right hand clinking against one another as he did so. And thus, the bottle spun.

It seemed the bottle’s desire was chaos, and one of the blonde-haired boys was more than content to provide. Slapping the one who had offered him a hug, then proclaiming something in words Raul could not begin to understand. Instead, the Brazilian sat dumbly, watching the scene unfold. Without subtitles, all he could understand was indignation and violence, although, he supposed that was entirely par for the course for a school such as Hogwarts.

Still, when the bottle landed on him, he knew that it was his duty to add to such indignation. One of the lovebirds from earlier, the boy, had rolled him. Raul was not attracted to those of a more masculine persuasion. Yes, he could appreciate the aesthetics of the male form, but he felt no lust toward the baser gender. What he did enjoy, however, was earning the ire and reactions of those around him.

The boy approached, lips puckered, announcing something in English that Raul did not understand, nor did he care to. There was nothing gay about his intentions, not when the redhead of the female persuasion was watching them so intently. Besides, she had drawn Manuela, and there was nothing he wanted to do more than to show her up. He'd be irritating two people for the price of one, and that was worth its weight in gold.

So the foreigner approached, and kissed Raul on the cheek, whispering something in a language he did not understand into his ear. Raul grinned, that was invitation enough, and he had a reputation to God damn earn.

Before the other boy could retreat, Raul would attempt to turn his own head into that of the other, gripping his neck if able, his intention clear. He would plant a kiss on the other boy’s lips. After all, it was only gay if one made eye contact.

@Matthias Pride, @Jack Warren, @Aly Salinger & @Winnie Harper

He was 'safe' from Winnie's wrath for the moment while still finding an opportunity to have some of his personal brand of 'fun.' He has been the dullest of boys as of late as he endeavored to mend his reputation, not with his peers whose opinion is that of mere mice but rather the opinion of the titans of their time, the masters of tomorrow with whom he has fallen short of. The plight of the prodigal prodigy; the replacement for the last, less proficient one. This was one of those rare moments where he did not have to conform to his familial expectations, where his ambitions would not be challenged by a momentary diversion.

Play the summer games, keep the girl happy and return to his master's (yes, Thaddeus Athanatos') good graces. He made a perhaps too feeble attempt to antagonize the foreigner, he did not consider a language barrier. The rapid babble that escaped Raul's mouth as he spoke to the equally foreign student alongside of him, his classmate, friend, brother, he would soon come to have to query boyfriend. Pride's words cut about as deeply as a blade of grass cutting through a well-done steak, so not at all as he went in for the peck on the cheek. Raul was not easy to antagonize, Mathias did love a good challenge, the wait would be worth the reward. His prodding was enough to set off the machismo of most men and a bar just low enough than he would not be spending the rest of this holiday 'making it up' to his pissed off girlfriend. The perfect balance for a moment like this, a game that was destined to leave someone in tears, just hopefully not him or what was his.

He had no qualms about kissing the boy, be it the cheek or other places. In his opinion that did not make him 'gay' but rather 'flexible' in his dealings. So when the Brazilin changed course and his fingers took hold at the back of Pride's neck or base of his head and the former Slytherin was pulled in for a second, more targeted kiss, he would be left with three thoughts that would move rapid fire through his deviant head:


Merlin damn it.

So he did what any reasonable asshole would do, he shrugged his shoulders and while his hands were where Winnie could see him, they now reached for the back of Raul's head in the case of his right, and his fingers tangled into the teen's dark, thick hair. The other, his left would attempt to land on the boy's back, the Castelobruxo youth could be thankful it was not his ass as Mathias locked lips and if the other boy did not reject him, fight him off or flee as none of the aforementioned was done in haste because the point was rejection and indignation not passion. But yes, in short, he added tongue if there was none present. While Mathias was not a physically 'strong' boy, more willowy and beanpole-like in that awkward teenage phase of getting taller rather than thicker, he could hold his breath and hold a kiss like a champion. He would like to thank his training coach Winnie Harper for this gold medal in making out, thank you...

Action: Plays chicken like a champ.

--- Date: 28/08/22 || Time: --:-- ---

Outfit: White t-shirt, skirt, Shoes

Sophia had decided to sign up for the game of 'Twirl the Flagon' reluctantly.

It wasn't that she had any issue with the game, and the 'hug' clause was certainly reassuring, but she'd seen enough movies when she was a muggle to know how crazy these things could get, and based on the words and looks being shared among some of the older students, she was certainly right.

Still, she was rather young, having only turned twelve two weeks prior, so she had faith that nothing too crazy could possibly happen to her. The only real complaint she had thus far was that she wasn't in a group with any of her closest friends. Noah was there, but she didn't hang out with him as much as she did with, say, Kim, or Sage, or Gem, or Colin...

Come to think of it, maybe it was a good thing she wasn't in a group with anyone she knew. If the 'flagon' landed between her and one of her best friends, it could be disastrous. Especially Kim. She was confident that Kim would specify that they could only hug, but the connotations that a kiss with him was a possibility would still be too much for the blue-haired girl.

Her thoughts - and inner embarrassment - were interrupted when she noticed the bottle pointing straight at her.

The spinner was a girl close to her own age with gorgeous shiny hair that made Sophia jealous and green eyes that knocked the words right out of the blue-head's mouth. Sophia's own green eyes widened as she realized that, yes, the bottle had in fact landed on her. She tried to figure out what to say in her embarrassment, but her mouth was dry in her horrible social awkwardness. After a few seconds of opening and closing her mouth like a fish, she finally managed a weak greeting and a smile.

"Hi."

Notes:

Reducio

Whatever action you want is fine! I just write Soph as a horribly awkward person!

Interacting:

@Della Barfield

Mentioning:

@Kim Sato

@Jack Warren

Nicholas didn’t know why he’d signed up for spin the bottle again, it definitely didn’t seem appropriate given the fact that he was in a relationship. Truth be told, he’d just blindly thrown his name into a pile, and in due course had found himself committed to a game that he’d no real intention of playing. Already there were kisses abound, Pride and some Brazilian boy seemed to have committed to being as disgusting as possible, and there were more than a few chaste pecks on the cheek. He felt awkward, entirely out of place, and it didn’t help that Aurora wasn’t even there. God, if something got back to her about some girl, or guy he supposed, forcing a kiss upon him… He’d probably be dead before the sunrise. Although, he supposed she’d likely feel better about the whole situation knowing Della was there, at least she’d met his co-captain before. Maybe he could just cut and run, go back to his tent or explore the quidditch stadium away from giggling teenagers.

It was a rather pleasant idea, but he’d opted to play and he didn’t wish to run from the fight. Of course, then one of the foreign students slapped another, turning an event that already seemed miserable into an utter shitshow. He didn’t have the energy to deal with dramatic speeches, fights and aggressive making out, which would no doubt lead to even further fights once Harper got her way.

Loathe as he was to admit defeat, he knew when it had come.

Extending a fist, he offered it to one of the Castelobruxo students, the older boy who he had rolled, “Will this do?”

Regardless of whether it would or wouldn’t, the boy would get to his feet, and dig his hands into his pockets, “S’aint really the sort of thing I have the patience to deal with.” He gestured vaguely at the blonde Russian(?) and the American(?). “Enjoy your night, yeah?”

And thus, he would retreat, before something absolutely damaging to his relationship could transpire.

Offering Boe a fistbump then exiting the thread.

Theo was the oldest of four children, two of the being a set of mischievous twins. It had taught him patience around younger children, especially since his assistance was often required by his hardworking parents, but never had he been facing such a situation. A child that was so prejudiced that it would practice unprovoked violence and not even show remorse after. And as if that wasn't enough, threaten another right after.

In fact, it was that what made Theo see red. This wasn't a little kid, no- this boy couldn't be much younger than he was, maybe around Ana's age. An age where a certain level of reason in his behavior could and should be expected, yet he was acting like a wannabe-edgy child of maybe nine or ten years. Enough for Theo's big brother instincts to act up, if he ever caught one of his younger brothers acting like that, they'd have auto-signed themselves up for an eye to eye talk with him.

If it was only that, maybe Theo would have let it go with maybe another comment, if it had not been Greta who Edward threatened to slap next. With a quick and sudden movement, Theo reached for the child's collar and yanked him closer in his direction, forcing Edward to face him. "Hey kid, if you want to play this, I'd be too happy to take this conversation out of the tent. Here's your last chance to not be an asshole. If you hit either me or her ever again, this is getting personal and you don't want me as an enemy.", he told him quietly, his tone now without the slightest friendliness. His words were only meant for Edward.

With that he would let go of Edward again, not without glaring at him for another moment.

Sta 8 | Eva 10 | Str 11 @Theo Duncain Wis 6 | Arc 5 | Acc 5

Huh- perhaps no one was actually scared of the boy. That's what he thought at least. Until he felt the collar of his shirt being grabbed. "HEY! DURMSTRANG IN DISGUSE! IF YOU DON'T LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW I SWEAR I WILL SLAP YOU AGAIN!"

Oh a whole lecture, how fun. Edward rolled his eyes, trying to symbolize that he won't listen to anyone who tries to keep him from getting what he wants.

"When the night falls, everyone- we'll stay together until the battle is done." Edward said, quoting a line from Descendants 3, a muggle film. In other words-- Eddy didn't know what it meant, and assumed it was just a symbol to keep fighting.

"HAHAHHA! YOU CAN'T BEAT ME!" Eddy said when he was finally released.

"Just want to say, Theo, я убью тебя, если ты превратишь это в войну между нами из-за пощечины." He omitted the words, so if Theo knew Russian- which could prove his theory on him being Durmstrang- or him faking not knowing it- which also proved his theory of Theo pretending to be an illivermony student. The words in russian stated- "Theo, I will murder you, if you turn this into a war between us over being slapped."

@Opeila Winters

Interacting With: @Mathias Pride | @Aly Salinger as Manuela Macedo

Outfit: ꕤ

Mentioning: @Nicholas McCowan as Raul Correa

Date: August 28th, 2022

A blush coloured her cheeks when the pretty foreign girl kissed one of them, her hands nervously pushing her curly tresses away from her face. "T-Thanks." She had no idea why she thanked her, but it was the only thing that seemed to come out of her mouth after their little kiss. She wasn't sure what it was, it had also happened when Santario had kissed her on the forehead.

It was just girls being girls, sharing sweet little kisses.

She would have tried to say something else, if something hadn't demanded her urgent attention. It was a sight that would cause her face to pale; the image of her boyfriend passionately kissing... Whoever the hell that other boy was. The sight shattered her composure and left her feeling as if her heart had fallen out of her chest.

"Matt?"

After that, it was no more than a blur of colors and lights, shadows and whispers. There was a lot more kissing. She could not see the faces of the two, saw the brown tresses gripped between his fingers, the other boy's long lashes, his sharp jawline, and-- Why the fuck was he so HANDSOME?

He was handsome and he was kissing HER BOYFRIEND.

She was torn between wanting to screech and grab the redhead by the ear and yank him back to the seat next to her, or wanting to burst into tears and exit the tent, go back to the one she shared with Matt and shred all of his worldly possessions.

Instead Winnie did something that perhaps nobody expected; her facial expression shifted into one of indifference. Don't let them see you cry. Do it when you're alone. She wasn't certain if those had been San's exact words, but that was what she had taken away from that lesson.

It's a game... Just a game. Think about something else. Quidditch. Quidditch is fun, this is fun too. "Matt, I didn't know this was how you wanted to play the game. I think I've been playing it all wrong."

"No worries. I'm next. I'll get it right this time." She stated. She likely wasn't, but Merlin forbid if anyone tried to stop her. She was spinning the damn bottle, and if whoever it landed on wasn't going to kiss her, then she would kiss whoever the hell was sitting next to them.

Action: Spins the bottle. Merlin help whoever it lands on.

@Sophia Nelson

Della wasn't sure how she found herself here. Playing spin the bottle or twirl the flagon or rotate the receptacle, whatever the wizards were calling it. It felt like a movie, a teen rom-com. Not real life. So far that's how all of summer camp had felt. A bunch of teenagers with seemingly limited supervision and no classes to weigh them down.

So of course, Della had signed up for the game. It's what the protagonist in any teen movie would do. But now that she was here and saw new and familiar faces, she was nearly shaking in fear. It was suddenly real life again. But she couldn't back out. That strange bout of Gryffindor courage mixed with anxiety about other people's judgments kept her glued in place.

Managing to keep her hand steady, she spun the bottle.

It landed on a second-year Ravenclaw Della had never met. She had blue hair and a clutter of freckles spread across a cute nose—Della hadn't known it until that moment but those were exactly the type of freckles she liked on girls. It was as if a checkbox had been marked off a list in her head of what she was attracted to, but she didn't know until now that she even had a list. Her stomach did a little flip as she found herself being drawn toward the girl.

The eagle offered a tentative "Hi," and Della gave a tiny wave back, "Hi."

Suddenly Della realized this was her turn. All eyes were on her. She had to make a decision. A hug or a . . .

Having no idea what the cute Ravenclaw thought about her, Della made it clear she was going for
a hug.

Action: hug attempt at Sophia