✦✦Discourse/thoughts|@Kyra Banuelos|✦✦

Mari smiles and lights up when Kyra comments on Mari's murmur" it's really... " Mari said in a sarcastic tone, Mari undoubtedly preferred everything in silence, or almost silence, and one person at a time sharing her stories, as she used to do before going to hogwarts with her parents, but when no one took the initiative to tell everyone she could.... This!

Mari was distracted in her thoughts, still hoping to hear at least one story considerably good enough, she was used to hearing the most terrifying ones since she was young, the ones that most people went without sleep for a few days, a few good days! This was something that she inherited from both parents, more from her father, this was well noticed just by the vast library with only this type of books at home.

Until her thought is interrupted by Kyra's voice, Mari listens attentively and becomes more and more interested with every word, "After all this girl really looks like me... Mari thinks giving a sly smile as the girl approaches her and then returns to the accent "We definitely have to do it, you can count on me..." Mari says looking around again, leaning towards Kyra as she had done earlier "Popcorn?" Mari adds, leaning back in her chair, smiling at the sudden change of subject, holding out her bag of popcorn that she had gone to get from the entrance but that she had noticed at that moment that she had not yet touched a single one.

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Mari has no reaction when Kyra tells her that she had enjoyed meeting her, and how difficult it is to find someone interested in the same things as her, Mari had never made herself known to many people since she came to hogwarts, and her parents made sure Mari only got along with the people they wanted, Mari had "broken" the rule by becoming best friends with one of the most unlikely people, she was literally the opposite of Mari, in everything, and was the kind of person Mari would have no interest in meeting, but her energy made her feel alive, in a way she never did. But to meet someone who really looked like her, and who she was enjoying meeting was... really good.

"I also enjoyed meeting you" Mari said again, returning to normal, already sketching a small smile, while taking a handful of popcorn and eating it

Yes... in fact it's getting late, I stay a few more minutes later I'm also going to my tent" Mari says to Kyra, the hours were passing quickly, and it was getting really late, but Mari was going to stay there a little longer, she had waited so long for this night, she might still be able to enjoy a little bit if things getting old.

Mari, even though she didn't want to admit it, was entering a "bottomless pit" if she was already antisocial, now she could talk to someone without being almost like "forced", and, if it wasn't for the night in question she almost certainly wouldn't say a word to Kyra, but since it happened, and it was, at least pleasant, she couldn't be alone for two months... Chaos is also hard to manage on your own, and those girls would surely do it!

“ Hey Kyra!; Mari said as Kyra was already standing and leaving; If we don't meet in the meantime, from what I understand you like quidditch, there will be a game at the beginning of August, or if you want there will also be a race of your hearts but early, what do you think about us going?; Mari completes sketching a small smile ;We enjoyed and better arranged the trip to the forbidden forest; Mari says approaching looking away, for the first time in a long time Mari was really good to meet someone!

When Lucretcia mentioned her confusion about the record was when Aston suddenly got reminded. Ah she's probably from a wizarding family, of course she won't know what records are, how did I not realise. "Ah sorry, so records are a way muggles listen to music, most muggles don't use it anymore since it's quite outdated but a few still do, my parents were one of them. I have a small collection of them. The details are quite interesting but I won't bore you. It's just old fashioned muggle stuff. " Aston loves the vinyls his father owns, even though his father has largely not touched them so they are basically Astons. He still goes out to muggle London every once in a while to get some to add to his collection.

Oh she plays an instrument! Very cool. Aston doesn't play any, or at least not yet. Neither of his parents played anything and as a result they couldn't teach him, to Aston the ability to make music yourself is very nice. He wants to learn it. "You and your mother both play the violin? Lucky, none of my parents play any instruments I have no idea how to play anything. I haven't been able to listen to any music live yet, I really want to, it would be so fun. I don't know when I will ever get a chance though, my dad has been busy for a while." Aston remembered his father's sadness and dimming passion for almost everything, he tries his best to be cheerful for Aston but he can still tell how much his mother affect him. This is not the time for that, I can think about that later. "How long have you been playing for? I bet your violin playing is as good as your sketching."

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TIME | 21:59 DATE | July 17th, 2024 INTERACTING |@Aodhan Shaw

“ I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart ” 00:35⠀─── ◉ ───────⠀02:34

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Ula's gaze remained fixed on pipsqueak, her irritation palpable as she clutched her s'more. His impish grin and playful taunts only served to fuel her frustration. She wasn't used to being mocked after a victory, and it was clear that this boy wasn't about to let her have the last word—or the last treat—without a fight.

"Seriously?" Ula snapped, her voice edged with cold amusement. "Are you always this insufferable, or do you just save it for when you’re losing?"

Her eyes flickered with a mix of challenge and exasperation as he raised his hand in a gesture of defeat. Her grip on the s'more tightened, ready for whatever he might try. But she wasn't entirely prepared for his next move.

As the boys hand darted toward her s'more, Ula's reflexes kicked in, but the chaotic swirl of their struggle made her movements almost instinctual rather than calculated. Her fingers tightened around the s'more, pulling it back with a sudden jerk. However, the sheer force of his attempt to snatch it and the slippery, gooey texture of the treat created the perfect storm.

In the flurry of motion, the s'more slipped from her grasp, launching into the air with an unexpected trajectory. Ula's eyes widened in horror as the treat sailed over both of them, a confectionery comet leaving a trail of marshmallow and chocolate in its wake. The s'more landed with a splat, breaking apart and sending sticky pieces flying everywhere.

The graham crackers and melted chocolate splattered across Ula's meticulously styled outfit, and clumps of marshmallow adhered to her hair and face.

For a moment, Ula was paralyzed by the sheer absurdity of the situation. Her once pristine appearance was now marred by the sticky mess, and her carefully planned victory had dissolved into a chaotic, sugary disaster.

The look of disbelief and irritation on her face was palpable as she stared at the splattered remains of her s'more. Her mouth opened in a mix of frustration and incredulity.

She took a deep breath, trying to control her rising anger, but her face remained flushed with fury. "Congratulations, you've managed to ruin my night. Hope you’re proud of yourself."

Without waiting for his response, Ula turned sharply, storming off toward the nearby restroom to clean up. Her steps were brisk, her shoulders rigid with frustration as she made her way out of the mess they had both created.

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The art of making s'mores needs a lot of concentration. Colby assumed that Septimus' lack of response was because of his work on creating a s'more. Colby had already created a s'more for herself, making the marshmallow as burnt as possible. Holding her s'more with both hands, she slightly squished the delicious treat to feel the bounce. It was perfect. Colby took a couple bites out of her s'more, finishing it entirely.

This, being her second large s'more, her stomach began to feel off. Perhaps it was a bit too many sweets eaten in one night. For the first time, there wasn't her mother moderating her sugar intake. Colby was making decisions on her own. In a way, Colby missed her mother telling her that she could only have one of something sweet and delicious.

Colby leaned back in her chair, in a food coma of sorts. The heat of the bonfire radiating towards her face. She felt content, but was beginning to get tired. She was not used to staying up all night. Colby slowly got up from her chair and looked at the boy. "I'm heading back to our tent, I'm feeling pretty tired," she said, with a small smile. Maybe one day they would get to know each other better, but right now, she needed some shut eye.

Colby tirelessly waved at him goodbye and made her way to their stargaze-themed tent. What a full day it had been.

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TIME | xxx DATE | July 17th, 2024 INTERACT | @Ula Takahashi

“ i'm just a teenage dirtbag baby ” 00:41⠀─── ◉ ───────⠀04:01

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Was it a risk that he was forced to take? Yes. Perhaps not forced, but in that one moment, it was the course of action he gravitated towards most. Now, was it a calculated risk? ... That was maybe asking too much of him.

It was not as if he fully expected his stunt to work, and a part of him was prepared to fumble. Always hope for the best yet expect the worst. At first, that is how the situation played out, with how the girl so quickly retracted her hand. But seeing the sugary treat get sent flying over their heads? And the way it decorated the nearby area in a mess of chocolate and marshmallows after landing? That wasn't in his mental script.

He flinched out of reflex once some of it struck him in the face and hit the bottom edge of his shirt. Aodhan was used to being messy, though, and merely tried stretching his tongue towards his nose. As he did so, he placed his full attention back onto his preppy companion... who looked absolutely livid with her ruined outfit. And what did he think to do?

He laughed.

Loud and full of mirth, he cackled and thoughtlessly pointed a finger right in her face. But from his perspective, it was impossible for him not to. Her expression was ridiculous! Something right out of a comedy show, he was sure of it. So, he didn't take her words seriously at first. He just kept giggling and giggling until she began stomping away. That was when he stopped.

Was that... too much? He brought up a hand to scratch the back of his head. "Ruined her night," she said. He figured they were having fun, though. Competition always got a bit fiery, with trash talk and dirty tricks occurring here and then. Plus, it was just a s'more. It was just a random treat. Was she really that upset? Not wanting to sit with this uncertainty, Aodhan tossed his own treat to the side and jogged to catch up with her.

"Hey, hey, wait!" the boy called out, rushing forward until he could intercept her path, open palms raised up in front of him, "Are you seriously mad? For real?"

There was genuine confusion in his gaze, with his furrowed brows and chocolate covered nose, as if he couldn't fully comprehend the idea. It had always been difficult for him to connect with others, or empathize with them in the way he was expected to. Even with his cheery disposition, there were numerous times he'd been yelled at for going too far. So this? This made a crack in his rose-colored glasses.

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TIME | 21:59 DATE | July 17th, 2024 INTERACTING |@Aodhan Shaw

“ I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart ” 00:35⠀─── ◉ ───────⠀02:34

Dress| OUTFIT #B68EA7 | DIALOGUE xxx| MENTIONING

The ravenettes fury surged, her eyes narrowing at the insufferable boy as he jogged in front of her, palms raised in a gesture of peace. She was furious. How dare he laugh at her—at her—after the mess he'd caused. She clenched her fists, feeling the sticky mess of chocolate and marshmallow smeared on her clothes.

"I'm not mad," she snapped, her voice sharp and biting—oh, yes, she was. But as pipsqueak stood there, chocolate smudged on his nose and looking genuinely confused, Ula's seething rage faltered. She shot a glare over his shoulder at the other campers. They were laughing, talking, having fun around the fire—easy, unbothered. They weren't caught up in ridiculous competitions or constantly pushing people away. And what had she done? She'd spent the entire camp sulking, irritated at the world, angry at everything.

For just a fleeting moment, the thought passed through her mind: Is that why I'm alone?

But Ula quickly dismissed it, pushing the thought aside—or at least, she tried to. She didn't need friends—right? She didn't want friends—that's what she told herself, anyway. The problem wasn't her—it was everyone else—or maybe, just maybe, it wasn't that simple. They were the ones who were beneath her, too simple-minded to be worth her time—wasn't that always the excuse?

Ula stood rooted in place, her fury slowly fading as she glanced between the boy in front of her and the carefree campers by the fire. The sharp edge of her anger was gone, leaving behind something quieter, almost unsettling. Her fists unclenched, and she wiped the sticky marshmallow residue on her shirt again, more out of frustration than necessity. She hated being dirty—hated it almost as much as she hated losing control. But right now, standing here, covered in chocolate and feeling... well, something, she couldn't bring herself to storm off like she normally would.

"You’re an idiot, you know that?" she muttered, the insult lacking its usual bite. She stared at him, half expecting him to crack another joke, to keep poking at her like he always seemed to do.

Ula let out a long sigh, running a hand through her hair, smearing it with chocolate in the process. "Ugh, look at this," she grumbled, annoyed but no longer furious. Her gaze softened slightly, the tension in her shoulders easing.

Instead of turning away, she just stood there, her eyes lingering on the mess they'd made of each other, of the night. She didn't want to admit it—wouldn't ever say it aloud—but a part of her was almost... relieved. Relieved that, for once, she wasn't standing alone, stewing in her anger and pushing everyone away. For once, someone was standing in front of her, not running off after one of her outbursts.

"Should’ve decked you the moment I saw your annoying face," she muttered again, shaking her head. Then, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. "So, what now, pipsqueak? You gonna stand there grinning like an idiot all night, or are you gonna make it up to me?"

There was no venom in her words this time, just a strange, almost begrudging acknowledgment that she wasn't walking away—and neither was he.

TIME | xxx DATE | July 17th, 2024 INTERACT | @Ula Takahashi

“ i'm just a teenage dirtbag baby ” 00:41⠀─── ◉ ───────⠀04:01

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'I'm not mad,' is what she told him, and a part of him wondered if she actually thought he was an idiot. Or figured he was blind. Or perhaps wherever she came from, real anger was far worse than whatever emotion she was portraying. Regardless, there was definitely something negative clinging onto the girl; her reaction was sheer proof of it. Which meant leaving her alone would cause an irksome level of guilt to build within himself, which could only sour his camping experience. He refused to standby and let such a thing happen.

So, Aodhan squinted his eyes at her and leaned the tiniest bit forward, almost like he was observing a strange new specimen. "You can be honest, y'know," he assured in what was for him a surprisingly mild tone, "Lying like that is just not being yourself, and not being yourself is dumb. Unless you're getting something good out of it."

While speaking, he took notice of the way her gaze shifted onto something else, and initially debated following it. But he could not hear any commotion behind him, and doubted she would take a random interest in the other students. She didn't seem like the type. For that reason, he could only believe the girl was considering walking away. The thought caused him to pout in annoyance, and he opened his mouth to object—

'You’re an idiot, you know that?'

—just for no sound to come out. He stood there for a moment, processing, before a large and silly grin took form on his lips.

"Yup! Certified, actually. I can give you my card later," he chirped, unable to catch the giggle that escaped him afterward. Drops of relief then collected on his head as she complained about the chocolaty mess. It was a cold and refreshing feeling, minimal in amount yet fulfilling all the same, and he could sense his earlier concerns floating away with the wind. Maybe. Hopefully.

With her crass comments, his smile managed to somehow grow wider. To be frank, she seemed deflated compared to just moments earlier, but the fact she still had insults to spare was a good sign in his book. So surely it was a positive deflate. He could work with a positive deflate.

"Make it up to you?" the boy echoed with a raised brow, "You, who threatened violence on my beautiful and charming face?" He dramatically sighed before giving off tuts in disappointment. Without a doubt, he was quickly heading back into his goofy element.

"I'm a gentleman, though, so you're in luck. Sir Pipsqueak shall meet your demands," he declared, then taking a minute to examine their surroundings. Now, what exactly could she want him to do? He was certain she could handle cleaning herself; asking him for that would be too much. What would be the next best thing? Eventually, his bronze irises landed on a nearby group of friends, huddled up and laughing on one of the many blankets with cocoa and... Ah.

After another short scan of the environment, the youth jumped into action. He grabbed an abandoned blanket—or maybe not so abandoned if the cups were anything to go by—and brought it over to where his companion stood. He tried laying it out in front of her the best he could, and rushed to grab as many pillows he could hold after doing so. By the time Aodhan returned, he was struggling to balance all he'd collected, practically wobbling before he dumped all of them onto the now blanketed ground.

He immediately pointed at the girl, and then to the result of his "hard work." "Feel free to sit while I think about what else to get," he said, already distracted with looking around to get another spark of inspiration.

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