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Interaction with Sabrina Ortega @Sage Willows, @Tristan Theramin, and Agata Rios Matos @Beatrice Langstreth
Mentioning: Manu Macedo @Aly Salinger and Cyrus Darcel @Koko Riddle

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RP Date July 15, 2024 Speech Reducio "Ara's Speech" 'Thoughts'

Outfit/s Reducio Hair: straight black hair with white highlights in a low messy bun Outfit Shoes ( platforms , sandals ) Items: trunks, wand, and small cross body bag her height for rp reasons: 160cm (5'3) Post date July 16, 2024 (22:47)

After the American, Cyrus, another person went into the tent. The person was an older Hogwarts Slytherin who Ara saw a few times around the big campus. His name was also quite familiar, Tristan. The younger Slytherin didn't really mind having another person in the tent, especially if they were someone from Hogwarts or just anyone she knew. But still, she wouldn't mind being in the corner minding her own business. Her upper-class man apologized for being rather late to the party, 'Eh, not like you arrived a day after' Ara thought, shrugging. "Good to see you too... I guess" she replied, more like mumbled from where she was sitting.

It became clearer to her why this was a better idea rather than going to hundreds and thousands of gatherings and balls during the summer.

The young Villa observed the people from her wicker chair until a voice disrupted her thoughts. It was Sabrina, her old bunkmate last camp. The other girl reintroduced herself although the black and white haired girl already knew. "Yes, I remember." she said in a formal tone, "You were at the bed on top of mine right? We were bunkmates." she clarified her memory.

Since she wasn't that familiar with most people at her tent, Ara intended to just stick to 1 or 2 people in her tent at the duration of her stay there. She took note of the names of people there. Herself, Sabrina, Manu, Tristan, Cyrus, and ... someone entered the tent. The new person looked older than Ara but not as old as Cyrus and Manu. They said they were from Castelobruxo. 'Why so many Castelobruxo students?' the black and white haired girl asked herself. The new girl was named Agata. Ara shrugged at the description of the summer in Britain. "No, this isn't really summer for us. I was confused when I entered the stadium as well." she explained her perspective as a Brit.

She could understand if a few people would think she was from Mahoutokoro instead of Hogwarts. The English features from her father never really showed up in her. Most of Ara's features were from East Asia, mainly from her mother's side.

RP Word Count: 364/200
OOC: open to interactions

Despite living in the Western Hemisphere, Cyrus did not understand any of the words that were spoken... in... Spanish? Portuguese? He couldn't even place the language; he hadn't heard enough people speak Spanish, or at least, he hadn't made an effort to listen. He was not so globally isolated that he had expected everyone to speak English, but that didn't mean he had prepared himself for not knowing what those in his tent were saying. For a moment, he wondered if he was in the wrong tent, or if he would have to learn Spanish to communicate. He had only brought books on American Sign Language; he doubted he would be able to suddenly acquire Spanish materials.

One of the girls introduced herself as Manu, which Cyrus mouthed silently to himself, acclimating his muscles to the movements they would have to make. He wondered if it was short for something else, but it wasn't his place to ask. She didn't seem too impressed with him, anyway; as she spoke, Cyrus glanced downwards, his usual self-confidence replaced by some halfhearted semblance of sheepishness. He felt like a rectangle amongst a sea of circles. 'I...' Cyrus paused. His voice sounded wrong, all sharp and not soft. He frowned slightly but continued: 'I mean for outside. I didn't bring the right shoes. I expected it all to be warm like this.' His usually-jubilant tone would lower slightly at the end, the smallest hint of disappointment edging his words.

He glanced helplessly at the girl in the black T-shirt (Sabrina). 'If you're living with me for a month, you'll learn the amazingness of ducks.' It was a promise that he intended to fulfil. He

Thankfully, though, a British person spoke in English. Having an aunt who hailed from Ireland, and going to the UK yearly, Cyrus was better acclimated to understanding British accents, and he didn't have to pause nearly as long after she spoke so that he could simply process her words. They fit together, albeit still not quickly, like pieces of a puzzle, and he nodded. 'That's... really smart, actually. And I don't really think we'll be swimming in this weather! Or... I won't be.'

Cyrus let his gaze travel across the tent. The warm summer breeze washed over his skin, the salty air filling his nose as he took a deep breath of the scent of happiness. He set his duffel bag, suitcase and backpack on the bed that he had claimed, and after slipping off his wizard crocs, he began to sift through his belongings. He set his sunglasses in their case before pulling out the only long-sleeved item he had brought: a black hoodie. He lifted the heavy fabric and carefully folded it before setting it on the edge of his bed for easy access.

He recognised the next child to enter, a boy nearly his age who he had seen in Knockturn Alley. He waved at Tristan. 'Hi! It's really nice to see you here. I'm sure we're going to have an awesome month! You can bunk by me if you want!' If not, that was fine, but Cyrus wanted to extend the invitation to someone he had seen before. Besides, Tristan seemed really nice! And, as far as Cyrus knew, they wouldn't have a language barrier at all.

Another girl entered, saying she was Agata from Castelobruxo. 'Hi, Agata! I'm Cyrus! It's nice to meet you!'

She, too, was dressed in summer clothing. It seemed they had all been put in the proper tent.

'I think it's cool... haha, get it? But I was really looking forward to, I don't know, swimming and frolicking in the sun.' Cyrus glanced around at his fellow tent mates. 'I did look at a few of the events, though! I think the battle of the seasons sounds really cool. Are any of you planning on participating?'



Setting: Summer Camp 2024, Southern Hemisphere Tent
Interactions: @Manuela Macedo @Aly Salinger & @Ara Villa & @Sabrina Ortega @Sage Willows & @Agata Rios Matos @Beatrice Langstreth & @Tristan Theramin
Action: duck man is being duck man!
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Role playing as Sabrina Ortega from Castelobruxo

the fearful should always be feared

English • Spanish

Sabrina watched two more people enter, a boy and a girl. One, the boy, was clearly a Hogwarts student. Sabrina sent a curt nod his way as a greeting, not bothering to say hello or introduce herself to him otherwise. The girl, older than her, was also from Castelobruxo. Sabrina looked her way and said, "Hola, Agata. El clima es realmente horrible, ¿verdad?" Like she did with the boy, Sabrina didn't share her name.

She turned her attention back to her former bunk mate, Ara. "Yes, that's right. Thank God I at least know you; I'd be worried if this was a tent full of strangers." Though, it kind of was. Ara was the only one that Sabrina was familiar with. This summer camp might have been even worse than she thought originally...

Sabrina raised an eyebrow at the American. Him and his ducks would have no use to her, and she made him aware of that. "This is summer camp. Not... duck camp. So, you keep your ducks away from me, and we won't have a problem.¿Entender?"

Again, the duck boy spoke. Something about seasons battling? How were seasons supposed to fight each other? That didn't make any sense! Sabrina shook her head and crossed her arms. So far summer camp was ridiculous. Those summer camp planners must have been out of their mind when they designed it!

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Translation: "Hola, Agata. El clima es realmente horrible, ¿verdad?"="Hello, Agata. The weather is really horrible, isn't it?"
"¿Entender?"="Understand?"

Interacting with:
@Ara Villa
Cyrus Darcel @Koko Riddle
@Tristan Theramin
Agata Ríos Matos @Beatrice Langstreth
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