Speech -- Thoughts

Pam, in her excitement, had actually showed up decently early. Or at least, she assumed she was early, unless people were uninterested in fireworks. The thought made her blink. How could people be uninterested in fireworks? Pam simply couldn't relate.

The stadium, was of course, beautiful as always. Glow bug drifted lazily through the air, painting the wide space in a gentle light, glowing like living fairy lights across the pitch. Pam glanced up to spot the different school banners; the Hogwarts crest on one of the banners sending a surge of warmth and happiness through her.

Above it all, the night sky stretched ahead, endless and eternal. They were clear that night, stars scattered across the black canvas, reminding Pam of the time she had spent up in the Astronomy Tower, looking at the starry sky.

Peaceful. That was the word Pam would use to describe the atmosphere. The air hummed with quiet anticipation, the kind of stillness that came before the start of something truly marvelous. The fireworks display had not begun yet, and Pam walked over to one of the seats, a little away from the thickest cluster of people and settled down.

She placed her head against her hand, a soft smile playing on her lips. It did not matter that she was alone on her bench, away from the soft chatter of the crowd. The air around her was comfortable, familiar in a way that almost felt like home.

It was perfect.

Private interaction with @ Harvey Barrows

Date	Word Count	Speech
31/08/2025	347	#578645

If one were to try and describe how Ewan MacLeod was feeling, the word “excited” would come to mind. A bright smile was plastered on his face as he took his time observing the stadium, which had been appropriately decked out for the occasion: there were tall stands, a music stage, picnic blankets all around, and most importantly food booths.

This night was the first time Ewan could experience the summer camp: he had tried to convince his parents to let him attend in full, but in the end he had had to go visit relatives for most of August. Which made this the only viable time to partake in the festivities, too.

Therefore, Ewan planned to make the most of what little time he had left: after having entered the stadium, he made a beeline for the food stands. A few minutes later, the young boy was struggling trying to balance an ice cream cone, which appeared to change colours, as well as a glass of fizzing pumpkin soda and a serving of cauldron cake. Just in time, it seemed, for the organisers to hold a few speeches (and an award ceremony, too).

He had started making his way to the clearing where picnic blankets had been laid, when suddenly fireworks shot up and illuminated the stadium: first a phoenix, with fiery hot wings, then a hippogriff, nifflers, elegant unicorns, and lastly dragons.

Ewan had been so caught up in observing the grand spectacle that was happening above his head, that he didn’t notice he had started walking on an already occupied blanket. The realisation came only because he had bumped into the boy who was already sitting there.

“Aye, sorry ‘bout that!”, he quickly said, “I got lost in me own head there, hope I didn’t startle ye.”, he quickly added with an apologetic smile.
Seeing as Ewan hadn’t found a place to sit yet, and noticing that the boy with dark hair seemed to be sitting alone, the young MacLeod asked “Do ye mind if I sit here, too? I’m Ewan, by the way.”

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@Nicholas Lazarus	x

@Ewan MacLeod - Speech: #3a45a0

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Prat had acquired the kind of stride that announced itself long before words ever did. Calm, deliberate, full of surety and unhurried nonchalance. His pockets were tucked, shoulders straight, posture never slouched, the gait of one completely self assured. While he had no need for cheap tokens from camp carnival, yet from his arms dangled a prize: a teddy bear with the ability to come hug whoever held it or was close to it. It was surely something of the sort, he couldn't bother to find the exact function.

He had won it with ease, not really for the reasons one might believe. He'd bought it as a gift for Siobhan and her odd, fragile self who seemed to always be down or on the edge these days. It wasn't in his taste to keep a stuffed creature, but he thought it'd suit her, and so, on a whim he had claimed it as his prize.

He spotted her waiting, sweater sleeves tugged, fingers weaving through her hair, clearly lost in her own thoughts. He didn't allow himself the indulgence of lingering and staring at her, Prat wasn't the sort to make someone wait when he had set the time of their meeting himself.

"I'm here," he said simply, his tone smooth and deliberate, carrying no trace of apology in his words. A faint incline of his head followed, acknowledgement without excess. He extended the bear towards her, eyes flicking from her hands to her expression, gauging the moment with that same calculating ease he carried into duels or well, quidditch games now. "Thank you for waiting up for me."

The words were clipped, but sincere in his own way. "Shall we?" he asked with the amused curl of smile as he waited for her to eventually accept the bear from his hands

As they walked towards the stadium, Prat kept his gaze forward, though a thought lingered at the back of his mind. Fireworks. A spectacle of color and light. But what were they gonna do when he was hanging around with someone who might not even see them clearly? He remembered fragments of her difficulty, the slight haze in her eyes, though he was unaware of the full extent it troubled her. He wouldn't ask, that'd be crude, invasive and he had no interest in ruining the night with providing her a pity party she did not ask for.

Instead, he matched her pace, hands folded behind his back, bearing the silence as comfortably as he bore her presence.

For Prat, the fireworks were secondary. He was here because he had given his word.

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Date	Word Count	Speech
31/08/2025	402	#578645

"Thanks. It's nice to meet you, just Nick!"
Ewan replied, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth: he certainly hadn't expected Nicholas to squeak like a surprised mouse, but he couldn't exactly blame him, especially not after bumping into him so suddenly all whilst grand fireworks were shooting skywards and erupting into a resounding show of multicolored lights.

The young MacLeod plopped down on the blanket unceremoniously after being given the go ahead from his newfound companion, ever careful not to drop his hard-earned bounty of sweets that had been acquired after standing in queue for what seemed like an eternity (it had probably only been 15 minutes, 20 at maximum). Once he had settled in, he turned his attention back to Nicholas.

"I appreciate yer offer, but I'm pretty good on chocolate myself", replied Ewan, motioning to his own serving of cauldron cake, before licking a bit of ice cream from his cone. The red-haired boy's expression quickly turned to one almost akin to an epiphany, as if complete spiritual enlightenment were in reach: that was how good the ice cream tasted.

Just then, Ewan began to think about his blanket-mate's surname. Ice cream tended to have the opposite effect of a brainfreeze on Ewan than it did most people: the coolness of it usually led him to daydreaming. Or perhaps it was the deliciousness of it. Anyways... Lazarus. The young boy could vaguely recall something about a miracle, and being brought back to life. What an uncommon name, he couldn't help thinking. Pretty cool.

Ewan shook his head slightly, catching himself just in time to avoid going on a tangent inside his head, and possibly freaking Nick out even further by blankly staring at something over his shoulders with his head slightly tilted: it was a somewhat common occurrence for Ewan, however he knew that not everyone reacted positively to it. So, the young boy decided he'd ask a question, to keep the conversation alive.

"So, Nick... Will ye attend Hogwarts in September?"
It was an important question to ask: after all, summer camp had been advertised as the occasion to form new friendships with prospective or already attending students from all over the wizarding world. Ewan could only hope that Nick would attend his same school. The latter had a friendly-looking face, and the young MacLeod usually could sense if he'd get along well with people.

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@Nicholas Lazarus	x

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Abilities: Healing Sage ⊹ Charmer ⊹ Blindvision
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Prat's voice broke her out of her trance as she moved her head in the direction of where it has resonated from. A fuzzy hazy movement with a thick clump of... something was now within the minimal sight that she possesed. When her fingers grasped the item, a smile broke out on her face and she looked up just slightly to try and meet Prat's line of sight.

"You traded your tickets for me? That's so kind... Thank you." Siobhan spoke with a cheerful tie at the end of her words. The fuzzy teddy-bear was warm and upon finding it's place against her chest, she felt the warmth of a greatly needed hug swaddle itself against her. The smile across her face grew as she followed Prat's general movements into the Stadium in search of somewhere to sit. She hoped that he was looking for a place that would have an unobscured vision for him to view the phenomenon and not somewhere just to sit. While Siobhan might not be able to see them well, Prat could and the lack of view would most definitely bring down the mood between them if he forced himself to sit just to sit.


Siobhan shook her head just slightly. She knew that Prat had no qualms doing things for himself. The act of giving her the bear, and inviting her to the fireworks was out of character from him but it seemed everything he had been doing for her was out of charater lately. Perhaps though, it wasn't the out of character-ness and more so her misconceptions of him as a person. She sighed and reached for one of his arms so as to make sure she didn't lose him in the crowd.

The only problem with him at the moment was how ordinary he looked within the obscurity of her vision. Her fingers curled around his arm as she managed to match her pace to his.

"You walk too fast for your blind companion." She justified as she let go. "Didn't your parents teach you not to walk off in front of your friend?" She chided him gently as they continued moving towards wherever it was they were going to sit. The bear in her arms gave her another hug which only made her smile again. This was what she had been trying to achieve on her own with her own tickets but Prat had gone and traded all of his for her.

When they finally sat down, she stayed quiet for a bit. There wasn't much to say in the moment and she didn't want to make the outing depressing. She tended to do that and it wasn't fair of her to do so everytime they hung out together. A beat or so passed before Siobhan looked at him, still fumbling with her sweater sleeves.

"Do you like fireworks?" was all she asked, solely expecting a one word answer from him or even a noise of indiscriminate nature. She held her bear on her lap as it wrapped its stubby arms around her own arms as if to say "whee! my new best friend!"

"I think I'll name this bear... Beehive. Like a honey-bear!" She smiled with an overwhelmingly happy look on her face. "Really Prat, thank you for this. Can I give you some money to repau you? I'm afraid I don't have a lot right now but I can always get you next year.
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@Ewan MacLeod - Speech: #3a45a0

Private Interaction with @Lilith Darcy

Harvey kept his eyes locked with hers as she looked him over. This girl had struck a cord within him. It wasn’t just the fact that she was attractive. Yes, Harvey was drawn to people that way just like most, but it was more about the energy emanating from within that had his creative juices flowing. When the boy explained the simple reason for wanting to photograph her, he kept a very close eye on how she reacted. Would she blush? Would she look away or laugh it off? No. The girl kept her cool. Harvey had utilized flattery many times when he wanted to get his way. Most people turned to mush at the slightest compliment and that was a useful tool, but it did leave him thinking a little less of those people. Not her though. She stood with him toe to toe, eye to eye and his intrigue in her was soaring.

Harvey held up his camera, just a half movement away from snapping a photo. All he needed was a yes. When he asked for her approval she smiled in a way that that looked well practiced. The girl had her tools as well. Not that it appeared forced or faked, but simply done with ease and with expected results. Even someone with as stiff of a backbone as Harvey had to be careful not to be swept away by it. His own lips curled into a smile when she finally said yes.

The girl would rearrange her hair to make the curls somehow even more perfect than they looked before as Harvey raised the camera to his eye. Thankfully the scene still looked a dream as he lined up his shot. He waited for a firework to illuminate the sky behind her as he adjusted the angle of the camera ever so slightly. “Chin up, look to your left, but keep your eyes on me, please.” Harvey wasn’t sure how she would react to instructions, but he inwardly prayed that she wouldn’t mind. The shot was almost perfect.

If the girl was agreeable to his request, Harvey would again wait until he noticed another firework about to soar overhead. Just as it lit the sky he would click his camera in a hope that it would light her face in just the way he was hoping. If she did not take to his request, Harvey would take the photo anyway and hope for the best.

“Thank you. I think that will turn out lovely.” He lowered the camera. “I don’t recognize you from school. Are you starting your first year? So sorry, I was caught in the moment and forgot to introduce myself. Harvey Barrows.” The boy would extend his hand for a proper greeting.