Thestral The Dead Horse Club

Blue in English, Red in Korean

“FREYA” A shiver ran down her spine. She really hoped to avoid the boy for as long as possible alas, it seemed he’s got eyes on every single person present. Besides, she was not exactly someone hard to miss... Even in a room full of people.

Leaving her suitcase alone, Eun-ji was about to tell Hiro ( that was his name, right?) off when he attempted to hug her. It was such a shocking gesture to her that he nearly succeeded however, once his arms touched her, the witch immediately smacked them away. It was a natural instinct really. Physical contact was still rather awkward for her even with her exfriends let alone a stranger. “Missed me? You don’t even know me.” The Ravenclaw commented, thinking how ridiculous this whole situation was. “What was your name again?” Perhaps she shouldn’t have asked. Sparkles might take that as a sign of interest from her side but to her, it felt like a basic human decency. They were going to share a living space for the whole month so she couldn’t hope to avoid him. In that case, she should at least remember his name, no?

The boy in front of her didn’t seem to mind her unfriendly reaction and continued to shower her with questions. He has a thick skin this one…troublesome. “No. I was busy playing games.” At last, Eun-ji answered his question. It must have sounded truly bizarre, especially with how unbothered she sounded as she said this. Of course, she was supposed to try and get away from all the chaos and fire but back then, she simply didn’t feel like it. So, how do I get him out of my hair? That was probably going to be a real challenge. “Now that’s out of the way, how about you run along and finish greeting all the other people, hm?” He seemed eager to make friends with pretty much everybody so the witch hoped he’d follow her suggestion. The only other option would be leaving the cabin but she just came here and didn’t really feel like exploring outside just yet.

Interacting with@Kim Sato as Hiro Bakugo

interactions ⭒ @Jürgen Hess, @Astrea Soleil Neptune as Johannes Sauer, @Aly Salinger

𝓐madea watched, her eyes wide, as the scene unfolded around her. It really did feel like she was in some scene out of The Babysitter's Club, which come to think of it, was not actually a movie at all but a series of books which Amadea would have no reason to know of. Either way, as she stood, listening to the conversation between Jürgen and Durmstrang-boy, she felt entirely out of place. Not to mention that her fellow cabinmates were already planning on redecorating the place.

Amadea would be the first person to admit she knew virtually nothing about interior design, but if this beige wonderland of Pinterest beach house aesthetics was considered dark and dreary, then saying she knew nothing was an understatement. Alas, she did not have to worry about this as Durmstrang-boy was now turning toward her and introducing himself as Johannes. "Hi, I'm Amadea," she replied. "It's nice to meet you." She could tell that he had a fun personality from the way he was already joking about his middle name, and it gave Amadea hope that herself and the other older students could maintain some semblance of fun in this cabin for the summer.

She was about to follow up with Johannes with some sort of question about Durmstrang as she had never visited the other wizarding school, but before she could grasp the right question to ask, another student was bouncing into the cabin and yelling out broad introductions to everyone inside, promptly derailing Amadea's train of thought. It was at this moment that another student came up to Amadea and her little group of older students and asked to take the top bunk. Amadea did not recognize the girl, but based on her appearance, looked to be around her age. She seemed timid while approaching, and Amadea resolved to make her feel perfectly welcomed and at home here.

"Hi, no worries you're not interrupting a thing," she said cheerily. "And you're welcome to take the top. I'm Amadea, welcome to the best bunk in the whole cabin!" She winked as she reached out a hand to shake her new bunk mate's.

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The pink haired boy seemed thoroughly unaffected by her stand offish behaviour and expressed a desire to get to know her better. Eun-ji wasn’t interested. Sure, he seemed like a nice guy but that had nothing to do with her. She didn’t want to be friends with nice people. Right now, she’d rather surround herself with douchebags that could handle any unpleasant situations thrown their way. Then again, she’d have to deal with their behaviour herself, which just sounded exhausting.

“Tone! Yours?” The witch frowned. No that’s not right. She was almost sure it was Hiro or something similar. “Really? I vaguely recall a Japanese name.” She commented eventually but did not ask him for any alternative. Either he would give it to her or not. “I won’t be calling you that. I already know one Tone and that’s already one Tone too many in my life.” She almost wished Hana was there to hear her. They tended to tease each other like that a lot. For a brief moment, she wondered whether he would be coming to the camp as well. Ravenclaw and Slytherin were both supposed to participate in the summer duelling championship and Hana loved duelling. Not that she cared whether he would be there of course. She was just curious and didn’t miss him in the slightest. “Hm? Ah…Eun-ji. Lee Eun-ji.” Still somewhat lost in thought, the Ravenclaw forgot whom she was currently talking to and actually introduced herself. She wasn’t planning to originally, but she got distracted. Whatever, it’s not like her name was a secret. Even if she didn’t tell him, the boy could have easily asked around. Besides, he already made a nickname for her so what was the point? He’d probably just use that instead.

Eun-ji raised her eyebrows when the visiting student complained about her not inviting him to play games. She didn’t say anything but it was a clear ‘Are you serious right now?’ kind of look. She was really great at those. What was he even talking about? He was doing the right thing. The whole place was a mess and partly on fire. Of course, people were supposed to help each other escape like he did. Who in their right mind would invite somebody to play games with them under such circumstances? She would know. Kim and her definitely weren’t in their right minds back then otherwise they wouldn’t do so either. She was not about to tell Hiro all that however. Too much effort and none of his business.

“Yes, I’m sure. Alone is perfect.” The witch assumed that would be the end of it but the teen didn’t turn to leave just yet. As if she had somewhere to run. Sure, she could avoid him as much as possible but they would all have to be back in the cabin eventually. Why couldn’t this one just take a hint? He even offered to hang out with her outside AND he chose the worst possible activity. “I’m not going to that one. I don’t eat sweets.” Eun-ji revealed without much concern. Whether he would be horrified like most of the other students were when she said so or he wouldn’t care didn’t matter to her. She didn’t really come here to hang out with people. She was here to rest, duel and let Mordred play with other pets. Speaking of…The Ravenclaw bent down to open a box, housing her little furry friend. He was usually just following her on foot, never straying too far from her but since there were so many people from other schools as well, she decided to move him in a box for once. It was safer for him that way.

The silver Egyptian Mau greeted her by gently rubbing against her leg and then proceeded to make himself comfortable on the lower bunk bed. The witch scratched him gently behind his ear. She didn’t need people to keep her company. Mordred would do just fine. Animals were not cruel like humans were.

Interacting with:@Kim Sato as Hiro Bakugo ☆ Mentioning: @Hanako Tone

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“So you do have some interest in me!” Oh for God’s sake. Now she’s done it. Of course even this much was enough to delight the boy. Eun-ji sighed. “I’m not playing with you. Either tell me or don’t. I don’t care.” Considering the hint, she was now one hundred percent sure the name was Hiro but she elected not to say it aloud. If he was this excited by her mentioning she vaguely remembered his name being Japanese, what would his reaction be if she told him she even remembered the actual name? In fact, Eun-ji was almost tempted to guess wrong just to rain on his parade a little but then decided against the idea. Not cooperating would be just fine for now.

Soon after, Hiro expressed his desire to be introduced to Hana. For some reason, the Ravenclaw found that idea frightening. In some ways, the two of them were pretty similar and their energy levels were off the charts. “I’d rather not. I think it’s best the two of you never meet…for everybody’s sake.” If the two of them happened to meet somehow on their own then so be it, however she refused to be the one to cause the mayhem. Perhaps she worried needlessly but Eun-ji wasn’t willing to risk it. Besides, her relationship with Hana was rather complicated. She wouldn’t call them friends and didn’t feel like she should introduce anyone to him…especially not someone she barely knew. “It's a pretty name! Hm, I'll have a hard time trying to choose now... a name fit for a goddess or a beautiful and pretty name! I might just use them interchangeably!” Hiro’s enthusiasm seemed never-ending. Shouldn’t he be tired of her by now? Also what’s up with the goddess thing? She did adore Arthurian legends but being compared to a goddess was just too much...and utterly undeserved. “It doesn’t really matter…” Truly. It didn’t. As long as he didn’t call her Hunt. “…but you should stop holding me in such high esteem. I’m telling you straight away that you greatly misjudged me.” There. He couldn’t say she didn’t warn him.

The question about sweets should have been easy to answer however for her, it never was. It was not that Eun-ji hated them. She even tried some here and there and when she was still alive, her grandma would make sure she had a birthday cake every year. Funnily enough, it was the very same woman that taught her sweets were not good for her body hence the Ravenclaw learned not to eat them and eventually lost all desire to do so. “Sugar is pretty much in everything, it would be hard to hate it. I’m just not used to eating sweets and I don’t feel the need to start.” Perhaps she should have just lied and said she didn’t like too much sugar. It might have made things easier for her. Next time.

At last, their conversation was interrupted by Mordred’s appearance. “OH MY GOD! What a beautiful cat!!!!” Oh no! “Don’t…” Eun-ji tried to warn the boy before he dove for her fury companion alas it was too late. In many ways, the cat was too similar to his owner. He looked calm and elegant and loved all animals but he was not so keen on meeting new people. Sometimes, he would take liking to somebody right from the start but it did not happen very often. Hissing in warning, the Egyptian Mau took a few steps back, looking properly offended. Still he made no attempt to actually hurt Hiro. He was just voicing out his displeasure. “He doesn’t cuddle with strangers.” The witch finally finished the thought. Somebody ought to teach the boy not to hastily approach pets he didn’t know. She appreciated his love for cats (not that she would tell him) but this was not the best way to go about it.

Interacting with:@Kim Sato as Hiro Bakugo ☆ Mentioning: @Hanako Tone

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Thankfully, the young man didn’t linger on the whole Tone situation for much longer. There was still some curiosity in his eyes but he didn’t push her for more information. That being said, he didn’t end up telling her his name either. Eun-ji wasn’t sure whether he actually didn’t want to or simply got too distracted. No matter, it’s not like I’m planning to hang out with him. She thought as she calmly watched the Mahoutokoro student process her ‘warning’. He clearly accepted her words but gave no indication on whatever his verdict might be. The witch hoped to see some disappointment or at least a loss of the buzzing excitement but no such thing happened. He was truly a persistent individual.

“So you don't mind sweet tasting dishes as long as they aren't candy or desserts.” Eun-ji was a bit confused. She wasn’t necessarily sure what his definition of desserts was. She generally classified all sweet dishes as desserts although that probably wasn’t a common way to think. Should she say yes or no? “Well I…” She rubbed her temple, feeling somewhat frustrated. What happened? Conversations like this shouldn’t have been so complicated. “Just…don’t bring me ANY food and we’ll be okay.” The Ravenclaw decided eventually. It’s not that she expected him to do so because… why would he? However, she couldn’t help the feeling that he was precisely the kind of a person, who might do that even though they barely knew each other. “I can make all my favourite dishes myself. It’s not something you’d find here or at Hogwarts so there is no reason to know.” This was true. All her favourite dishes were Korean and that was not something you’d see around here unless she made it herself. This meant said information was of not use to him whatsoever.

“That’s good then. Don’t scare animals like this needlessly.” Mordred definitely wasn’t the only pet around here that would not appreciate such unexpected action so Eun-ji was glad it wasn’t a common occurrence for Hiro. Once he calmed down, the silver cat reluctantly let the stranger scratch his head. He was great at holding grudges however and so it was clear this was as far as he was willing to go today. The witch was quietly watching the scene for a moment. Hiro was lounging on her bed as if they knew each other for ages. How was he so brazen? It just didn’t make sense to her. “Not sure but probably nothing interesting.” She relented eventually and answered the question. She’d probably study, read or go for a walk. Too exhausted to mingle. This interaction was already handful thank you very much. “Aren’t you going to the fair though? Shouldn’t you be getting ready? Grab some friends?” Eun-ji casually waved her hand in the direction of the other students. Surely she wasn’t interesting enough for him to stick around for much longer.

Interacting with:@Kim Sato as Hiro Bakugo

OC: I am so sorry.

Interacts with: @Amadea Campbell, @Astrea Soleil Neptune playing Johannes Sauer, & @Aly Salinger

At least he was on the batter's plate and not entirely whiffing these pitches. The confidence seemed to be more effective than the 'nice guy' attitude he previously conveyed. Well, that and the hint of a French accent acquired during his time at Beauxbatons over the past year and a half. If made him seem more aloof.

He smirked when he made her blush. Why didn't he have this game three years ago? "Vérité, belle femme" (Truth beautiful woman) thank you daddy Thaddy.

"Though," she continued, "I am left to assume you have only just arrived at Hogwarts."

"Returned, more like," he replied. Or so his uncle alleged.

"After all, how could anyone compete with the stunning campus Hogwarts provides?"

"I would have to disagree. While my heart has always stayed with Hogwarts, the French have a strong instinct for aesthetic," their gardens in his option were immaculate. They served different purposes, it was not as much a statement of 'better' as it was 'different.' The garish heraldry and colors that defined the four Hogwarts houses were in a way, an assault to his ocular senses. "More history here," a truth. "This school has always been a face of power in the wizarding world, no matter how hard the other schools try." They were always secondary characters, sub plots, the places Hogwarts won when placed against. "Nothing interesting happens there," a partial truth. They have had 'incidents.' A handful of attempted (failed) kidnappings. He never knew of an outcome and little if anything ever made it to the paper, the incident itself was essentially inferred.

He missed Hogwarts, even if this place carried more bad memories than good. His subservience to his cousin pervaded his experience and his carelessness put their entire family at risk. It was interesting how they chose to mix and match the students in the cabins. He did not have a pre-existing connection with most of the oth4r students and from the look of things, the other students fared similar. There appeared to be an attempt to separate the student bodies, he wondered if it was for the purpose of mingling or if it was more insidious.

“Damn right I’m from Durmstrang. Portkey this time, no fancy boat to stir up the Lake.”

"Well, good thing. It was either that or you stole someone's clothes and we are going to find someone in their briefs in the bushes." He was making small talk. Trying to be pleasant. That was the only instruction he was given and for the first time in a long time, it was not something that left him uncomfortable.

The only problem is, as 'good' as he pretended to be. As 'good' as he wanted to be. At his core, he shared a common trait with his cousins, a surplus of pride. Not the sort of pride that makes him unwilling to lower himself or even willfully lose, but the sort of long-term pride that compels a calculating nature to counter even the smallest of sleights. 'Doe eyes' eh?

"Maybe a bit," he lied. "Always had a soft spot for the fairer half," a partial truth. "Can't help if I have great game," a bold faced lie. A cruel idea had manifested. "This is Amy-Amadea Campbell, we just met." Most take the hook. He was going to drop several points in Amadea's regard but he did not know her, he did not value her or really anyone frankly. However, he did know them pretty well. They were not driven by their hormones, but more their capricious nature. They wanted to live, to experience and to alleviate this boredom, sate this curiosity.

While their banter was ongoing, Amadea had started chattering with a girl with massive hair. That was his best description of her, her air reminded him of a plate of linguini piled high that was electrocuted. Yes, she could do something to tame that mane. Okay face at least. He wondered what her blood status and pedigree was.

"Hi, no worries you're not interrupting a thing," oh gee was not special at all. Good. "And you're welcome to take the top. I'm Amadea, welcome to the best bunk in the whole cabin!"

Hess would look over at what's-his-name (Johannes) and with a nod of his head he would say, "bet I can make a better impression with mine." He did not wait for a reply or a confirmation. He would lean towards the two ladies, the former he knew the name of sort of. The second he could hide some cool stuff in her hair, so easy enough to remember. "Hi Miss," a hand extended. "Name is Jürgen Hess, would you happen to be single?" Shameless and forward, but not interested. "Would like to meet..." shit what was his name? "John-ny? Johness," something like that. "Pretty sure I can make a better impression on a lady," yeah he was being up front about this part. This was not the cruel part. "Sorry that I'm not an option, so you'd be settling off the bat with him," it was a tilted competition with no prize besides honor and pride.

He expected Amadea to think him an idiot (a correct presumption). Perhaps mildly offended. But he could work past those if he got her ear for 15 seconds. You do not have to win, to win.