Waterside Date Pv Closed

Matt's silence was worrisome and put Winnie on edge. Her mind was racing, grasping at straws and for information her brain seemed to lack. For example, she couldn't even remember waking up this morning or how she had gotten here. "... Matt?" Her voice shook, sounding almost unsure as she glanced over at him. "Are you not up for talking? Was what I said not correct? I sang a song, remember?" Wasn't that right? It had to be... Nothing else would make sense. She raised a hand to massage her temple as she tried to think, to remember. La Vie En Rose? Or maybe not, hm...

Just then, a boy went tumbling down and splashed the red juice all over Aurora's lovely dress. Winnie gasped sharply and released the Slytherin's hand before jumping onto her feet. "Hey!" She shouted, "I have no idea who you are, but you can't just go around spilling drinks on girls and then blame it on someone else! Our kissing wasn't that distracting!" She had remembered Galton right up until she had drunk that juice. The two shared a cabin together at camp, after all.

"Aurora, no... It's okay." Winnie stepped forward and tried to place a hand on her dorm mate's shoulder in an attempt to calm her, but it would seem the spray-happy Ravenclaw had other ideas. She marched directly over to Galton and shoved a juice-soaked handkerchief into his mouth. Well, she definitely could have done worse. Winnie did remember her dorm mate's fiery spirit and love of pepper spray. Galton had really gotten off rather easy.

After the girl was finished cursing the Gryffindor with a healthy dose of mild amnesia, Winnie dug through her light brown leather side bag until she found her wand. It was Aspen wood, painted white with angel wings carefully carved onto the wand's base. "Scourgify!" She would call as she moved her hand in an 'S' shaped motion (Roll was a 15). If the spell succeeded it would clean the red juice off of the girl's lovely dress.

Interacting and mentioning: @Jürgen Hess, @Aurora Raniver, @Lavinia Cloven, @Mathias Pride and @Winnie Harper

"Waud?"

There were a lot of angry voices aimed at the small boy right now. Lots of them. They were so accusatory. Galton sat there more confused then he had ever been. And... why was there a piece of cloth in his mouth? And why did it taste so good? He suckled on it a bit more. It tasted really good. Another suckle. The flavor was so rich it was hard not to lose himself completely to it.

"Waid whaud?"

Seriously, what? Galton had been in trouble before but this seemed to be something else. He'd done nothing! Or, nothing came to mind at least. How dare they! He plucked the spit soaked handkerchief from his mouth. "What? Did I do?!" With the obstruction cleared his words came out clear this time.

Then he saw Winnie with her wand drawn. His hands shot up. Things were about to get ugly. He closed his eyes and braced for impact, grimacing as he imagined which of his favorite spells would be hurled at him.

"Scourgify!"

Oh thank god. His hands shot back down. Not ugly- clean. Things got clean. A much preferable outcome to a forceful flipendo or a dose of the slime supreme (CoB). Deep breathes. His eyes scanned this odd group looking for any more dangers. Jurgen, boy, girl, girl, food, and girl. Wait food?

“Alright, so umm…what are you interested in?”

"Food

"I like food. Like this food looks great, don't you think? GUYS LETS EAT THESE SWEETS." That was sure to calm things down. He'd snatch up an assortment of foods, a cookie, a sandwich, you name it; then he offered them around. To his conversing partner Lavinia, to Winnie, and to the very angry looking Aurora. And then he bit into a sandwich.

Galton has forgotten the past day! Sorry for a slow reply.

Time: 1 PM Date: A day in camp

Lavinia’s concern and question to Aurora went unanswered, causing her to place down the napkin that was in her hand. Aurora was instead taking matters into her own hands so when she soaked Jurgen’s handkerchief in juice and shoved it in Galton’s mouth, Lavinia let out an airy laugh. Galton deserved in Lavinia’s mind, he spilled all over Aurora’s nice dress and didn’t take responsibility for it. In addition, Lavinia was proud of Aurora for getting some revenge on Galton.

Even though she was planning on waiting until he apologized, after seeing this happen she gave up on it. It’s not like he cared at all and already got what deserved for not saying sorry. Rolling her eyes at Galton asking what he did, Lavinia took all thoughts that she had had about this being a date and threw them away. What was the point in even trying if he wasn’t going to do anything.

After Lavinia gave an attempt to make conversation, Galton answered so quickly that she became a little uncomfortable. Not that she wasn’t already though. At the talk of food, he turned so hyper-active that Lavinia might have started to question him. Watching him, she saw him pick up an assortment of food and hand a cookie to her. She begrudgingly took it and uninterestingly said, “Cool..yeah food…Umm.. thanks I guess.” She was not going to eat it at all. Mainly due to his demeanor change but also the fact that she just didn’t like him and didn’t want to take anything he gave.

In all honesty, Lavinia wanted to leave the gathering. The reason she was here was not a good enough one to have her stay and she was getting nowhere with Galton. The dude had a personality that she just found annoying and would rather be anywhere else at camp then here. She would even make the long hike back to the campgrounds as long as she didn’t have to stay here. Another reason was that Lavinia did not want to be the next juice victim so leaving was her best bet.

Looking out at the group she said mainly to Matt, “I’m gonna go back to my cabin because this is just weird. I don’t know what real point of bringing me out here was but I am not some sort of test dummy.” With that she placed the uneaten cookie down right back where it came from and took a few steps away from the group. On the verge of leaving completely, Lavinia focused on an upset Aurora and told her, “If you want to get out of here with me, we can go back to the cabin together.”

Has not left topic yet

I am so sorry for how long this took, I have been having some bad writers block recently.

@Aurora Raniver @Galton Lansdale @Mathias Pride @Winnie Harper @Lavinia Cloven

Well, there was a lot of things happening but they would have a hard time keeping up with the details. Hess was certainly not one of the ones in the know. That said, there were connections to be made in a grander scheme that were being missed in the chaos and confusion of what appeared to be an impromptu date. They were not asking the right questions, but not everyone was looking for answers.

Hess was making the same mistake -- failing to ask the right questions. A life of prestige and a false sense of safety would culminate in disaster. He had gotten more careful after the Galton incident, his friend had consumed some tainted candy and lost his mind. He was not a specific target, at least that was what Jurgen wanted to believe but he suffered a terrible consequence for his addiction. He was aware of the rumors swirling about his older cousin, about the dark curse and the presence of something unsavory but the details were withheld. It was a matter of contention in the family, their oldest cousin was withholding information that had enraged their patriarch. Family drama has since ensued, Vladimir was considered "compromised" by many of the lesser branches of their house. He was cursed, the condition incurable as far as they knew despite frantic efforts allegedly by dear Uncle Thaddeus. Hess of course had his doubts, it was a rather obvious operation as far as Jurgen was concerned. Vladimir was as good as dead from the moment he was born.

That did not make things any better for the Gryffindor as he tried to assess the chaotic scene. Mathias had invited them to this picnic, what he did not know was why. There were facets of this school that he had withheld from even his closest friends, well only friends - Galton and perhaps to a lesser extent Hugh. Why was he drawn into a social situation with the underclassman and cousin? Was this all about some girl?

Heck no. That was not how Pride worked. Even before he experienced the 'enlightenment', what his family referred to the first moment of prophecy experienced by Seers, Pride had the family convinced that he was capable of 'the sight.' He had uncanny insight into the intentions of others, terrifying abilities of assessment that almost emulated otherworldly vision. This was about something else and this, they were simply tools.

As one (Winnie) became more compliant, his gut sank. A moment of pause, he would not be able to verbally betray Pride for reasons of familial loyalty among other concerns. Confirmation same when the equally terrifying girl jammed a juice-soaked rag into Galton's mouth. "You're an asshole," Jurgen muttered as he looked at the pair of amnesiacs. Yes, this was the house elves doing. His family was well-aware of the meddlesome elves that were tainting their meals. It was for that reason he foregone most culinary options, the reason he had brought his own food. There was the guilt that came with knowing and failing to say anything but there were reasons for the elven intervention. It was an act of mercy considering the traumatic events many of them had experienced, it was in a way a sort of medication to ameliorate the suffering and horrors many of their peers had experienced.

Lavinia, a girl he really did not know would stand up and claim that things were weird, agreed. That she was leaving, a good idea. "You know..." he gave a steady glare in Mathias' direction. "This is, I am sorry," he announced. A statement he half meant as he saw the girl put down an uneaten cookie. She really should have taken a bite. This incident was better left forgotten, not that he was without error also as the organizational symbol was used in haste in those wasted moments of chivalry. "I-I," he was still looking at Mathias as he grabbed Galton's shirt by the collar. "I will make this up to you both at some point," he promised but the words were hollow. There was nothing he could really do and while selfish his priority was helping what was his rather than theirs. "Galton, we should leave," he urged.

Trying to drag Galton off. Apologizing and glaring.

@Aurora Raniver @Galton Lansdale @Winnie Harper @Lavinia Cloven @Jürgen Hess

Took Jürgen awhile, the family might have made exceptional wizards but not always particularly brilliant ones it would seem. He, they were simply tools, pawns at best in a game he was only starting to play. He was not interested in being a hero, while others would fanaticize about felling a dragon, saving the girl, being the hero, Mathias saw himself as the dragon. The first few years here at Hogwarts were going to leave an impression.

He had no idea what innie was going on about. She had an active imagination and was confabulating and he was not going to stop her. Whatever happy, pathetic, sappy backstory she wanted to create he would simply comply with. The point was more cruel than most would expect, the end game being a compliant girl when in truth those were a dime a dozen. That was not the point, that would be too simple, but over the course of the next several month, yes months the actual truth would become more apparent.

Jürgen's weird friend would be assailed by the PMS'ing chick, the highlight of the day, shame Galton would not recall the incident. This could result in a sort of needless loop of violence and
rediscovery, an interesting phenomenon that it would appear his cousin was uninterested in. "Yeah, of course," Mathias lied in response to Winnie's inquiry about singing. There were a few distractions.

"You're an asshole,"

The village idiot had finally caught on. It took him long enough, this encounter was finally getting to the point. "What are you going to do about it Hess?" It was a challenge intended to set the boy off. To force him to react, to try to make things right. He would of course fail, make things worse rather than better and play into his hand like the rest of them. The perturbed girl already certain that there was something 'wrong' but not what. The pissy one that thought with her hands rather than her head.

Lavinia would encourage Aroura to leave. He was not about to stop either of them, Hess had already made the error he wanted him to make. Winnie had already housed enough potion for a small group of students, his only wonder was how much had she forgotten? "Yeah, sorry about that ladies -- these two are socially awkward possible perverts," he announced as a final insult to add to their injuries. "Was hoping the public, group setting would make things better for everyone. Sorry for the bother," he announced cheerfully as he dismissed the girls. He wondered if he seeded what he needed to in their heads. If he was successful in afflicting the boys as well with the necessary ire and concern.

Her hair is still brown with pink highlights

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The satisfaction after shoving the handkerchief inside Galton’s mouth slowly died down, replaced by some realisation that something was definitely not right but her fingers couldn’t seem to grasp what was off. Winnie’s conversation with her alleged boyfriend was unnatural, one seemed confused while the other kept agreeing on things. A conversation from a couple of minutes ago played in her head. Interesting, how her dorm mate did not even remember her partner’s first name when they were already dating for weeks. Her confession about not being able to remember her reason she was mad about was acceptable, since Aurora had the same problem, but forgetting the name of someone that you have a relationship with was odd unless Winnie had a brain damage or something. Plus, the girl seemed to be surprised by the fact that they were dating. Was it the same one from the blossom ball? A forgetfuness potion, perhaps? Or a confusing concoction?

And now, the annoying Gryffindor’s demeanour changed from blaming the kissing couple to his presumably usual self, a food absorbed person. “Wait! Apologize to me! Look at what you did!” It was pretty useless to point out the mess on her body since it was now clean as new, thanks to the red headed witch, but somehow it probably won’t make Galton realise his doings. “You spilled juice all over me! Did you forget or are you just that clueless?” If he was really forgetting what just happened, might that be from the juice? Both people had drunk the appetizing drink and both people were acting silly. Not as silly as Winnie, but still… not normal? Maybe this will be the perfect time to turn on her questionable detective mode. “Winnie, do you even know his middle name? His birthday? Or whether or not he likes to force people to date him with some spells or potions?” She aggressively pointed at every food that were on the table and the grounds followed by a glare at Mathias, “Are these poisonous? Did you do this?” then to Jürgen “Or did you?”

Never talk to a furious Aurora if you still love your eardrums. The innocent Lavinia was getting the unnecessary shouts just because she offered her to go back to the cabin. “NO! WAIT! Sorry for shouting at you, but this is not okay and I am not going just yet! If you want to go, fine, but I am not leaving Winnie alone with these creeps” Yes, the time bomb girl was referring to both Jürgen and Mathias. “These guys drugged people! I don’t know which food, but they did! What are you gonna do with us after we are harmless and confused and forget, huh?” Her suspicion that the cover up date was supposed to be a new scheme of kidnapping was confirmed. These people must be working with some evil criminals that targeted young women. Unacceptable. Aurora took a couple of steps forwards, in the most intimidating posture towards the Slytherin. “Do you think because we are girls you can easily mess with us? You are dead wrong! I slapped a shadow spider, do you all think I will hesitate to slap those faces of yours?”

One hand clenched into a fist. Never in her life ever thought people could be so immoral and put some nonsense into someone else’s drinks for their own self benefits, especially a bunch of kids her age. “You're all going to pay! Starting with you!” Swiftly grabbed the pervert repellent spray aka the almighty pepper spray and pointed it right in front of Mathias’ face. She would push the spray, intending to blind him for a couple of minutes, or hours, maybe.

Aurora's Accuracy
19 + 10 = 29
Feel free to dodge hehe

If succeeds, she would turn around and face the four eyed guy and say, “ready for your turn?”

Sta - 5 | Eva - 8 | Str - 5 Wis - 8 | Arc - 4 | Acc - 10 Terrible Presence Evasive Maneuvers

Outfit Reducio

The fiery anger that had crackled and spread throughout the redhead like lava was quickly snuffed, but wispy smoke still smouldered within as Galton showed signs of confusion. His response could have easily been a defence mechanism, like a small child claiming they had not taken the last cookie despite crumbs clinging to the edges of their lips. Winnie did not know the boy, and he could have simply been a weirdo. Exactly the behaviour he had displayed throughout the brief time she had known him all but confirmed it. So, naturally, it wasn’t much of a concern for her when he suddenly noticed the sweets that had been there seconds prior, and Lavinia’s complaint about the situation being weird was obviously because of the Gryffindor.

It was funny how quickly a situation could change. A dark cloud could transform into a storm and overturn what should have been a sturdy boat, leaving behind a mystery in the form of whatever wreckage washed upon the shore the next morning. Or a mop-headed boy could call your boyfriend an asshole. "Excuse me?" Winnie’s voice had returned to its former hostile state as she whipped around, turning on her heel to face the boy. He was a foot taller than her, but that did not stop her from approaching him with her hands on her hips, blue eyes flashing with a shimmering rage. Yes, she was Winnieraging™ once more. "Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, talk to him that way or I will shove those nice glasses of yours down your throat. Do you understand?" She hissed at the boy before disengaging. The actual threat was practically whispered to him, as she was more bark than bite. Her training over the summer had left her stronger than before, not that she would remember it.

She would turn back to Mathias, her eyes trailing his form as if the Gryffindor’s mere words had somehow physically harmed him. Thankfully it seemed the boy didn’t possess any kind of vicious mockery-type power. "Are these the type of boys you usually hang out with, Matt? You probably just wanted to help, but you can’t blindly trust peop--..." Her possible ironic scolding was interrupted by her dorm mate. She would turn to look at the girl, blinking over at her as her brows knit together in confusion. She searched her memories for the information but could find nothing but a short memory of gift-wrapping some odds and ends.

"No, I don’t know his middle name or birthday. We haven’t been dating for that long. I also don’t know yours and I’ve known you for months, Rori. What are you trying to say?" Poisonous? What was she rambling on about? Winnie adored her friend, but she also knew her well enough to know she often jumped to conclusions. Her temper could also rival Winnie’s own. She was loveable, but a wildcard for sure. "Mine is Daisy, by the way. I was born on September 25th." She would tell this to Matt, giving away her information as freely as a muggle who signed up for a certain social media site.

“Hey! Just hold, you’re jumping to conclusions. Why would my boyfriend want to poison us, Rori? It makes little sense. These people, however...” She would gesture towards the two Gryffindors. "I’ve never seen them before in my life." That’s right, they were the odd man out here. "I still don’t know why they would they poison us, though. It doesn’t make sense. Mattie said the food was from the house-elves, maybe it was old?" She shook her head, stepping forward to place a reassuring hand on her friend’s shoulder. "I think you’re still upset over the spill. I think I got it all, but if you want, we can go back to camp and I’ll check it over for you again--..."

That was when the girl pulled out her trademark pepper spray and took a few steps forward. Winnie looked at the direction it was pointing and was jumping between the two second years before she could even second guess herself. (Please note I was given permission by Aurora to say the pepper spray hit Winnie). There wasn’t much distance between the two, so it was possible she pushed the Slytherin back in her hurry. She was also five inches shorter than Matt, so the positioning of the nuzzle toward’s Matt’s eyes was a bit off. The brunt of it would hit the top of Winnie’s forehead instead, but it would still make contact with her eyes. Suddenly, her entire face felt like it was on fire, as if her flesh were burning and peeling from her bone. Her eyes and nose were dripping fluids, and she didn't dare to try and pry her eyes open. It was much worse than the time she had accidentally wiped her eyes after helping her mother chop up peppers for a pot of chilli. Matt and Aurora's poor ears might not recover after the screech the redhead released. "OW! HOLY SHIT! MERLIN! THAT HURTS!" She would scream, blindly reaching forward with one hand in an attempt to push Aurora back and try to knock some ‘sense’ into her. If she missed her, she would land on the ground instead. "AURORA! STOP! Oh, s-shit...! I can’t see!" Her free hand was wiping at her eyes, most definitely making it worse.

Winnie Strength Check:
7 + 7 = 14

Feel free to dodge!

"Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, talk to him that way or I will shove those nice glasses of yours down your throat. Do you understand?"

Heel girl. He gets way worse than that from people. Not that he said anything, he just gave his cousin a smirk that any rational human would want to slap off his smug face. Hess was not going to be able to do anything about this. He did not have the man bits, at least the metaphorical ones... the real ones were in question considering the tight pants he continually donned.

"Are these the type of boys you usually hang out with, Matt?"

"--family."

"You probably just wanted to help, but you can’t blindly trust peop--..."

The statement incredibly ironic. Not that he had any intention of correcting her. Yes, Mathias was the victim in this scenario. He was far too trusting. Far too kind. He was the picture of benevolence. Then the banshee girl would go on a tirade.

“Winnie, do you even know his middle name? His birthday? Or whether or not he likes to force people to date him with some spells or potions?”

"No, I don’t know his middle name or birthday. We haven’t been dating for that long. I also don’t know yours and I’ve known you for months, Rori. What are you trying to say?"

Well, the simpletons were aware. Just sometimes the truth was madder than any fiction. So she was aware, at least partially. Good. "I did not fill out an application," Mathias claimed. A truth. How often did people in a relationship exchange trivial facts about themselves like middle names and favorite colors; he would guess pink in Winnie's case. "But, Gerald. July 1. And probably not," he smiled. He did not expect the girl to believe her, he did not need to. Logically-speaking she would have an uphill battle -- Mathias was keenly aware that he was a fine looking young man. Genetics were kind. He was well-off, even if his family worked middle-class jobs, they had old money that kept them more than comfortable. He had an appreciable pedigree, any girl would be thrilled to be by his side. He did not need to drug someone, he could have found someone on his own.

September 25 - an older woman. Nice...

So why her? Why Winnie Harper?

A mystery that would not be solved today, but this was a boy that took great care in his choices even if he was viewed as reckless.

“Are these poisonous? Did you do this?”

Poisonous? No. "If they were poisonous you would be dead," he corrected her. Did she pay any attention in potions class? Next she was going to claim that it was venomous then at this rate.

Apparently they were 'creeps' -- words hurt. Well, they hurt someone, just not him.

“Hey! Just hold, you’re jumping to conclusions. Why would my boyfriend want to poison us, Rori? It makes little sense. These people, however...”

True, he did not want to poison them, they were much more useful when still alive. Winnie would gesture towards the two Gryffindors. the alleged 'problem.'

"I’ve never seen them before in my life."

They were of course innocent. One still clueless. The one that was rightfully suspicious was not going to be able to do a damned thing about it.

"I still don’t know why they would they poison us, though. It doesn’t make sense. Mattie said the food was from the house-elves, maybe it was old?"

"They would not do anything like that," Mathias claimed. He was right. "Winnie is fine," and she housed about four-times the intended dose a single persons intended serving. "Do you take muggle medicines for..." yes, antipsychotics. The girl was a psychopath, correct or not it made her no more (or less) sane.

"I think you’re still upset over the spill. I think I got it all, but if you want, we can go back to camp and I’ll check it over for you again--..."

These guys drugged people! I don’t know which food, but they did! What are you gonna do with us after we are harmless and confused and forget, huh?”

Aurora insisted. Of course she did not think it through entirely. What use did a bunch of boys have in drugging some girls?

"Would I ever make the mistake of thinking any of you were harmless?" Well, they were harmless. Adorable that they felt otherwise. Their greatest threat to him was cutting his sandwich on an angle rather than down the middle the way Merlin intended. "What would I want with you," he posed defiantly. The weird loud lady friend of Winnies. "You're acting like a crazy-person," he claimed, a faux attempt at reason. An iteration he would make a few times to reinforce the point, to make sure that both Winnie and Aurora doubted themselves because that was the real power. The power over the mind, the distrust one has in themselves and the ever-increasing dependence they have on him. On his mind, his memory and his will. A tedious process that requires a patience few possess.

“Do you think because we are girls you can easily mess with us? You are dead wrong! I slapped a shadow spider, do you all think I will hesitate to slap those faces of yours?”

She sounded plenty crazy on her own. She would sto0rm over, Hess would just cower. Really that was all he was good for at this point. Glorified gryffindor furniture.

“You're all going to pay! Starting with you!”

Winnie, Merlin bless her, tried to protect Mathias with her face. The problem being, she was a solid half foot, if not more shorter than the Slytherin. When the capsaicin became airborne, the result was inevitable. Fire, fire in his eyeballs. Knocked back also as Winnie had her save the president from assassination moment, he would tip backwards like a poorly balanced nesting doll.

"AYYYYYYEEEEEEEIIIIEEEEEE!"

A banshee wail escaped the wizard's lips as lava splashed his eyes and tears turned the world blurry. He would bring his hands over his eyes, it was instinct really. It felt like his face was splashed with a bucket of water.

"OW! HOLY SHIT! MERLIN! THAT HURTS!"

A shrill voice would cry out. Mathias could see nothing but his ear rang from the terrible noise. His nose ran, pretty sure his ears bled. A clatter of dishes, Mathias would blindly attempt to regain his bearrings.

"AURORA! STOP! Oh, s-shit...! I can’t see!"

"The heck is happening!" He cried, sounding more like they were in a fox hole in a warzone than a picnic on a warm, sunny summer day. He would try to force himself to see. The air was fire too. Just shadows, amorphous blobs. He would palm the area in front of him (any unfortunate landings are your discretion) with his right while his left tried to wipe away the tears. The nose would run like a faucet and he felt as if his eyelids were swelling.

Action: Pepper sprayed and suffering.

So this was how he was going to die. He could not say he did not see this coming, death by irate chick was on the list. The cause - his cousin, another viable option, one that if he was an investigator he would review first.

First there was Winnie, the drugged victim turned bodyguard of her assailant. Mathias was a manipulative son of a... well, he liked his aunt, she did not deserve that word. Mathias was just an ungrateful shite. He was probably not even interested in her, not that he had seen this particular game played before. This was just mad.

"I promise, you'll probably hear it again," Jürgen assured her, likely to enforce her interminable wrath but was only averted by Aurora. The pretty girl who was a lt less pretty mad, which was well... her perennial state of being. Like a Veela but only the mad part.

She would go in on Mathias and well, she had come to the same conclusion that Jürgen had. Only, there was probably no kidnapping. He could not think of a reason why either of them would want to kidnap a pretty girl. They were pretty, they sure smelled nice but theyw ere also loud, they seemed liked they might bite or scratch. If anything he was scared of them, not particularly aroused. Yes, definitely scared, just scared.

They, Mathias and Winnie, would try to reason with her and honestly what they said made sense. Perhaps he was being unreasonable. Paranoid. Then Mathias talked and he remembered the fact that he was his cousin. That whatever he presumed, the truth was likely worse than he had considered.

“Or did you?”

Aurora would turn it around on him. He would raise his hands, palms facing her as if he was surrendering as he stammered "D-don't lump me in with him!" Please don't.

Her ire was mostly focused on Matt, where is rightfully belonged. That was until she stepped over a line and drew a weapon. Not that he agreed with whatever Mathias had done. Not that he knew exactly what Mathias had planned but he had a general notion and it gave him the creepy-crawlies. Even still, Hess was not the sort to participate in a brawl. He saw himself a hero but he was not a physical sort of guy.

When the girl sprayed the loveb irds in the eyes the Gryffindor would shout at her. "Merlin, what the bloody hell!" He was not okay with someone spraying people in the eyes with whatever that was.

He had a plan, a dumb one but he was no good at smart ones or even decent ones. All he had was dumb. The writhing duo were making a mess of the picnic blanket as it was and honestly it was a loss as far as he was concerned. He was feeding them school food - he was aware of the House Elves and their peculiar decision to 'medicate' the children. Something that seemed to cause little harm, merely reduce the night terrors and the screaming. He considered enjoying a pumpkin pasty for the respite from knowledge.

Not that he ever did, he preferred to know. He came from a family that was based on the resource known as knowledge. He could not forfeit such a valued commodity. He would attempt to rip the picnic blanket from beneath the screaming duo, his plan was simple. Aurora was an angry cat in need of a bath. The blanket, his barrier from her claws and her pepper spray. Blanket the girl. Save everyone.

Action: Pulls blanket from under Winnie and Mathias (the picnic will go everywhere) and then attempt to tackle Aurora with the blanket. (Feel free to have him miss) All failures will be equally hilarious.

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They said love is blind. Now both Winnie and the fake boyfriend were about to lose their eyesights. When the redhead tried to protect the pervy guy who for whatever reason loves to drug people’s drinks, Aurora was taken aback by her friend’s action. If this evil scheme conspiracy were just ger being paranoid, it would be so awkward. Way too humiliating for her to stop the madness and start apologizing. Better stay in character and run away when an opportunity decides to show up. “WHY ARE YOU-“ What started as an ordinary date, nothing exciting except the attractiveness of the raven boy turned into a cat fight between a furious cat and three confused pet groomers. And once again, her impulsive nature hurt the one she never intended to harm. As apologetic words were on the tip of her tongue, two strong hands of Winnie made her slump to the ground. “-AH!” Being the type of person whose heart is easy to catch prey, falling was not such a bad thing. As a matter of fact, the girl fell into Pericles’ ocean and stormy eyes countless times. But never did she fall butt first on an irregular hard surface. For your information, it hurts.

The more she made a fuss about Winnie’s and the other guy's behavior, the more it didn’t make any sense. Chances the so-called boyfriend is actually the victim in this scenario were pretty high. Besides, it seemed like no one except her noticed the odd, forgetful demeanor. “DO YOU THINK I WILL GET MAD FOR NO REASON?” Yes and it happened lots of time. Almost looks like a cycle of emotions, really. “OF COURSE NOT!” Lies.

When she thought about it more. Matt was not as suspicious as the other date candidate. Sure, he appeared nerdier, shyness and graceless aura basically radiated from within. But that kind of guy is usually the one with motives. “OKAY NOW WHY DON’T YOU DRINK THAT YOU MATH G-GUY PRICE AND YOU TOO J-” Shoot, I can’t recall his name. What was it again? Jack, Jim, Yum? “-JOHN!” Without a doubt, Aurora looked like the crazy one there. Even though maybe her distrust against the boys indicated something fishy actually happened there, no one would believe something with so little evidence.

In distraught, angry, and possibly scarred on her butt from the fall, a blanket tackled and covered her entire frame out of nowhere. And of course, it wouldn’t stop her from damaging their eardrums “KIDNAPPER! HELP! ARE YOU GOING TO HOLD ME FOR RANSOM!?” A payment to get Aurora back? A person with a perfectly functioning brain would probably say, ‘Yeah, no thankyou’, even the girl somehow realised that. “JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY MOM PROBABLY WILL NOT SEND YOU THE MONEY AND YOU WILL BE STUCK WITH ME FOREVER! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, EVIL GUY?” She would continue to scream and wiggle, and her attempt would make her turn into a human burrito.

Sta - 5 | Eva - 8 | Str - 5 Wis - 8 | Arc - 4 | Acc - 10 Terrible Presence Evasive Maneuvers

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