Refreshment Required open for Durmstrang

banner by Oonagh Brown || interacting as Hans Jenssen

Hans wondered if fate could have gotten any crueler than this. Hans and Senya both threw a water balloon at Amina, and instead of hitting like the double-strike should have, she dodged just in time to have the two projectiles lobbed directly next to her body, and strike each other dead centre instead of their intended target. And so, in the most unexpected manner of luck (the bad kind) that was straight out of a cartoon book, he was hit square in the chest and as he squinted in the son to check up on the condition of the younger, wordless boy, so was Senya.

He was straight up getting ganged up on today, for as his closest friend out on the field made alliances with his “arch nemesis” Amina Petrovic, another water balloon, red, large, and demanding every inch of his vision, was thrown his way, all conviction and no hesitation by the beastly accuracy of Astrid Olsen. The racer instincts strong at evasion commanded him to jump out of the way, yet still not fully recovered from the shot before, he wasn’t quite quick enough and got away with his arm splashed in cold water. Not that it made much of a difference from his former state anyway.

“Enough with this fooling around!” He said suddenly, though his tone resembled nothing like a strict prefect calling for a stop at their summertime refreshment. If they were about to all attack him though? Well, he wasn’t going down with a proper fight, and with nothing but chaos and flying water surrounding them, he didn’t mind pulling up some dirty tricks either who couldn’t throw a real punch. After all, this was an impromptu water balloon fight, not some duel with rich kids. Backing away from Amina and Astrid with his hands up in mock surrender, he neared the water bucket by the lake. Without a shred of doubt or hesitation, he lifted the bucket and swung it once — sloppily, with its weight, only resulting in precious water spilt on the surrounding ares where his targets did not stand. Trying again as he readjusted his grasp on the thing, he flashed the two elder girls a devilish grin as his only warning, and sent the water in their direction.

In times of such turbulence, the only thing he could contribute to it was to send it back where it belonged with tenfolds the menace.