One of the rooms had lavishly been made up into a private dining hall, complete with sophisticated decorations adorning Ilvermorny school pride and an entire spread of dining options: from appetizers, refreshments, side dishes, main courses, and desserts. Miles's parents, Aldrich and Emmeline Thatcher, who were also famous magizoologists and renowned authors had taken great pride in the pureblood community and wizarding world alike that their son had been chosen as the Ilvermorny champion for the Hexwizard Tournament and spared no expense and this sort of 'coming out' gathering. Emmaline had even owled an outfit for Miles to wear to such occasion, a nice set of designer wizard robes that remained folded up in the box they were sent in.

Perhaps his parents were into such formalities but he wasn't about to try and upstage anyone here. This multiple-school competition would be a team event for the first time in history and he was eager to hear that it wouldn't be just him. Miles Thatcher had been on the Ilvermorny House Quidditch team as first-string beater and he knew that the strength of the team is each individual member. The strength of each member was the team. Yes, this wasn't all about him and this meeting he wanted to welcome each and every one of his teammates to TEAM ILVERMORNY.

Miles would be inside the room, ready to meet those he had already invited, and later would make a welcome speech, as well as cover a few important topics for them in the coming months.

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Louca had been happy, no, overjoyed to receive the invitation to a special supper by Miles Thatcher, the Ilvermorny champion. He knew of the boy as they were both on the quidditch team but hadn’t really had a chance to speak to him. Plus, he wanted to know if Miles had heard more about the Hexwizard tournament. It would make sense for the champions to have been given at least some information about what was to come. Choosing his clothing carefully, he was dressed in a pair of dark jeans, navy t-shirt and his favourite pair of golden converse, with paint splatters everywhere. Brushing his hand through his hair, he tried to make it lay flat, but that was a near impossible task. Honestly he was just glad that it wasn’t flying off in every direction.

Taking a calming breath (as if that ever worked), Louca walked calmly and sedately out of the common room. Admittedly as he walked towards the room that had been specified on the invitation, he steadily began going faster until he was at a full out jog. It took only moments for him to arrive outside.

Letting out his breath in a rush, his heart beating with excitement, Louca once more tried to tame his hair, before opening the door. Once opened, he stepped calmly through, as if he wasn’t mentally bouncing around the room, and looked around, admiring the Ilvermorny themed decorations and spotting the host himself. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he sauntered over to where Miles stood, and then held out his hand, feeling a bit formal. ” Hi Miles. Nice to see you. Thank you for the invite! I’m looking forward to it.”
Stepping slightly back, Louca observed the room once more. “Oh! Congratulations on being chosen as champion by the way. Are you excited?”
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Roleplaying as Phylicia Stanwood
@Simon Kincaid [Miles Thatcher] and @Emma Wynn [Louca Dufort]

Phyllis had totally been completely calm when she'd been invited onto the Ilvermorny Hexiwizard team. Just professional behavior from her, yep. No bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet or unrestrained grin or excited squeal later in her dormitory when the realization fully set in. Of course, professional had almost certainly never been a word used to describe Phyllis, and this was exciting. She'd been a bit disappointed when her name hadn't come out of the Goblet of Fire--not because it was Miles! He totally deserved it, she'd just been hoping--but this was honestly better. Phyllis didn't care so much about the spotlight as the experience, the team. The adventure of it.

An invitation to a team dinner type thing could never rival that original high of making the team, but she was looking forward to it all the same. It would be nice to see everyone, to lay the groundwork of what they were going to do over the next year. The dinner sounded at least kind of formal--who used the word supper casually?--so she figured she should wear something a bit nicer, settling on sundress patterned with sunflowers, the objectively best flower. Not fancy by any means, but it wasn't sweats.

Kind of formal though it might be, the main thing she noticed about the room upon arriving was the Ilvermorny pride, because of course. She was already smiling as she walked in, but the passive expression sharpened at the sight. This was the competition of a lifetime, and this was her team. "Hey guys!" She waved as she walked toward the two already there, Miles and Louca. They were both her Quidditch teammates, so it wasn't like they were strangers meeting for the first time. "Thanks for setting this up, Miles. It'll be nice to have everyone together." She eyed the tables of food; free food and lots of it, any teenager's dream. "Sooner rather than later, hopefully, I'm hungry."