11 Aug 2022, 16:27
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It was this silly thing, this silly test and also sort of practice of self confidence that Alan had begun to subject himself to, after Howard had encouraged him. He was not sure why he kept it such a guarded secret, but also wondered if perhaps it would make it less fun to encounter others if they were aware of it. Also it might make things awkward as well. He was still in the tent when he had first changed the appearance of Tiger into that of a brown furred Siam cat, before allowing his own body to transfigure into that of a girl he had dubbed Millie in a fit of panic, when questioned. A girl that had sounded quite girly and therefore had fit the circumstances. Once done, Alan got some things from his bed in the tent and left the tent with Tiger on his tail.
'Millie' was a pretty young girl, perhaps a second or third year, judging her based on appearance. She had tanned skin and long honeyblonde hair that fell over her shoulder in a thick braid. Her eyes were of a unnatural blue and a few freckles graced her skin around the nose. She appeared to be dressed in light blue dungarees, sporting a yellow shirt beneath and thin sandals. She looked pretty and like she didn't belong into the tent that she was just stepping out of, that housed all of the Hogwarts hex wizard team.
@Dealla Prince
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17 Aug 2022, 21:02
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Yawning, Dee trudged back to tent after a late breakfast. Perhaps she'd been up too late, which had resulted in getting up too late and still having too little sleep, so she felt she was entirely justified in sneaking back into bed for a quick nap. Only like half an hour or something, and surely she would never accidentally sleep longer than that. But even if, what did it matter? There were no obligations today, except for possibly sneaking in a bit more duelling practice before the matches against Gryffindor and the visiting students in two days. Her ability to coordinate two attacks at once still left something to be desired... but first, sleep.
As she stepped around the next corner in the confusing collection of tents that currently occupied the campgrounds near the Quidditch stadium, she yawned again, then stopped, wondering for a moment if she had taken a wrong turn somewhere. She looked back up the way she'd come from, then shook her head. No, this was the right tent, it had the sign displaying The Mutineers splashed on in red paint and all. What decidedly did not belong to their tent, however, was the blonde girl that currently stepped out of it.
She narrowed her eyes at the girl. The blonde didn't look familiar, she didn't think she'd seen her before. Someone from one of the other schools, or possibly a first year? But no, she seemed too old for that. Too tall for sure, unless there was some giant blood in her ancestry... in which case Dee might have a proposal for her.
First though, she should maybe figure out why the girl was sneaking around the Hogwarts Hexwizard team's tent. Suddenly the thought that she might be a spy from a different school didn't seem too unlikely anymore. If so, she was a terrible spy, though. "Hey, are you lost?" Dee asked dryly, her voice already signalling she didn't think this was the case. "Wrong tent, in case you haven't noticed."
@Alan Vanes
"One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar."
1 Sep 2022, 20:37
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Millie left the tent and did not expect to be greeted by no other than Dee herself. Of course Dee got curious and asked Millie if she had gotten lost. "Uhm..." she muttered, as she brushed back a strand of hair nervously, eyeing the Ravenclaw girl like a deer caught in the headlight of a car. "Yeah, I got... lost, yes... could you help me find my tent, Dee?" the blonde girl asked, after having a bit of trouble finding into the role at first. She gave the other girl a big grin, slightly nervous maybe. 'Tabby' was the worst actor possible, which was kinda adorable. Because Tiger would instantly recognize the other girl and begin to rub around her legs in a greeting. The way Alan had disguised the feline kind of reminded him of the story that Dee once told him about her cat that was now still blue.
It was only then that 'Millie' realized that there should have been no way how she could have known Dee's name if she really was just a lost girl that Dee had never met before. But perhaps it was coincidence right? Dee was a prefect and a duellist, surely she drew a lot of attention, which just might explain why even someone like Millie would know her... right? How could she throw her off, so that she wouldn't realize that something seemed off about Millie? The blonde girl glanced around, before he recognized the smell of barbecue in the distance. "Have you been to the barbecue yet? It always smells so good, right?" she asked happily, perhaps this was enough to throw her off? Then again Dee was a little smart but perhaps she would let him go anyway.
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5 Sep 2022, 22:46
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"Lost," Dee repeated, the verbal air quotes in the one word as clear as if she had made the gesture with her fingers, then cocked her head at the usage of her nickname. It wasn't that she thought it odd that someone would recognise her, she held some positions that earned her a certain amount of prestige, but these people usually called her Dealla, or Prince, or Captain Prince in the very odd cases.
Narrowing her eyes, she scanned the girl again. No, she didn't ring any bells, but the girl's accent didn't show any trace of being foreign, either. Not American, surely, but she sounded like a native for sure. The girl's voice sounded somehow familiar, even, and didn't quite seem to match the face it came from. "Who're you, again?" she asked, then looked down when the girl's cat began rubbing against her legs. Were cats usually this friendly to strangers? Theophilius sure wasn't.
Strange turned into stranger, and Dee blinked, confused. "The... barbecue?" It was morning, she was just returning from breakfast. There was no barbecue going on, and the only scent in the air was the fishy one emanating from the girl in front of her. Three, two, one, and Dee's limited patience was up. Straightening up to her full height let her glower down at the girl, an unfamiliar but not unpleasant experience, and the words were sharp, not allowing for protest. "Okay, that's it. You're behaving extremely weird, so just spit it out. Who are you, and why were you sneaking around our tent? You can tell me, or I'll drag you to one of the professors and you can explain it to them. Choose."
"One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar."