Closed Summer Camp Duelling Tournament Spectator

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Writing as approved Durmstrang iNPC Vyacheslav Aleksandrovich Preobrazhensky Morning slot

It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining brightly—something Slava had grown to understand was fairly rare for Scotland. The fact that it was a Saturday just further amplified the good mood encouraged by the weather. Several weeks of summer camp had now passed, and Slava had fallen into his own rhythm and rough schedule, although it was modified on days when events happened. Today was one such day, as the duelling tournament would be taking place over the next few hours. This wasn’t immediately relevant to him at a first glance—he was the farthest thing from a duellist, and much preferred Quidditch. However, his brother, Maksim, was competing in this tournament, and being the good brother that Slava was, he had made a note of the day so he could show up and support Max.

10am eventually rolled around, marking the starting time of the morning duels. Itching with secondhand excitement, Slava had been ready and waiting as the minutes beforehand had ticked away. Then, the duellists showed up, and Slava eyed the Hogwarts students. They looked scary. There was something about two of them that was deeply chilling—awful vibes, really. But seriously, Slava wouldn’t want to be facing them. He didn’t even know their reputations, but he could tell they were trouble. The fact that one of the girls was pretty and alluring despite her apparent scariness was even worse—his gaze kept drifting to her, and he wasn’t sure whether it was out of appreciation for her natural beauty or to make sure he kept her in his sight to confirm she wasn’t going to suddenly attack the spectators.

So caught up in the intense presence of those two, he hadn’t even noticed that he knew the other girl. That was Ruby, Margo’s best friend. But there was none of the attempted friendliness and somewhat fun nature she had demonstrated around Margo present today. He should’ve known that her clearly competitive nature and slight aloofness that was apparent even when she was relaxed would have led her to be the type to engage in wizarding sports. And while Ruby might not have had quite the aura that the other two did, there was still something quite off-putting about the way she carried herself, the intensity and simultaneous coldness in her eyes, the slight sneer twisting her lips, that made Slava understand that he was lucky to have met her in the circumstances that he had.

Still, while the Hogwarts team may have been intimidating, Slava had utter faith in his brother. He wasn’t familiar with Max’s teammates, but hoped that they could properly back Max up and take down the other team. One of them was awfully critical and controversial—Slava hoped he had the skills to back up this trash talking—while the other seemed much more collected and looked like the type to be a good duellist. The slight furrowing of Max’s eyebrows wouldn’t go unnoticed—if there was anybody Slava was fully attuned to, it would be his brother—and he really hoped that the other duellists weren’t throwing Max off too much. He deserved to have a fun game. As the six readied themselves, spells about to fly, Slava started clapping. “LET’S GO, MAKSIM! GO GUEST TEAM!” he yelled, first in Russian before repeating it in English for the benefit of the others. This would surely be a match worth watching.

Blue in English, Red in Korean

After witnessing the sour mood Hana was in yesterday, Eun-ji felt even more compelled to come and spectate the morning match. She would have gone anyway since it was her team competing but that whole situation just added to her curiosity. Honestly, the witch wasn't sure whether the boy even wanted her here, considering how sure he was they were going to lose but it was not like she was here to see him specifically. He couldn't be mad at her for being here. She had every right to support her teammates. Besides, Eun-ji was generally pretty quiet audience so he might not even notice her presence.

Finding a spot not too close to the piste, the witch observed all of the duellists. She quickly realised that for once, she knew most of them personally. In fact, Bridget was the only one she did not know. Was that going to make the match even more exciting or harder to watch? Probably both. Wait...What’s with the Feather boas? Eun-ji couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. She wondered who came up with that idea but honestly, it was understandable. Even she wouldn’t want to face this particular trio of Ravens. She supposed if you knew you were going to lose, you might as well just have fun with it.

It didn’t take long for Hana to open his mouth and start being his usual self. The witch expected as much but eventually caught herself frowning a little bit. It made no sense. She knew what he was like and never minded it before… Then again, wasn’t she entitled to a little bit of displeasure, considering their yesterday’s encounter? Any other day, Eun-ji most likely wouldn’t care at all but today it just felt…off. No matter, soon enough Del, Peri and Phae would make sure he didn’t have time to flirt. With the three of them, it was bound to be a wild ride.

And a wild ride it was. Eun-ji actually felt bad about her previous thought, seeing Hana suffer right from the start. Her team was full of people, who knew how to split spells and she herself was taught to do so by Delilah so it wasn’t surprising when spells started flying left and right and Hana got the worst of it. The raven-haired girl found herself torn between feeling proud and uneasy. Either way, it was very clear this was going to be anything but boring. The Slytherin team might have not been too optimistic about their chances but they were still doing their best and actually made Phae suffer quite a bit. Still, nobody suffered quite as much as the cheeky little rouge. By round three, he looked utterly exhausted and couldn’t even bother continuing his flirting with Alan. Eun-ji couldn’t help but wince every time he got hit with yet another spell. He was clearly doing his best but against such line up…there was little he could do.

It was only the fourth round, when Eun-ji's breath hitched as Del’s powerful Confringo sent Hanako tumbling to the ground. She got a taste of her own medicine thanks to Bridget’s well-timed shield but unlike Hana, she wasn’t knocked unconscious by it. The harsh landing itself seemed extremely painful but then Peri also managed to hit with his spell and Eun-ji unknowingly took a small step forward. What was she doing? She was conditioned to help whenever there was an injury involved but she never felt the need to do so during the official duels. After all, there were professionals that would take care of the duellists and the duellists themselves knew what they signed up for. Just as she finished the thought, a pair of nurse aides rushed to move Hanako out of the harm’s way. That’s right. That’s how it was supposed to be. Why should she get involved? Eun-ji shook her head as if to get rid of all the confusing and useless thoughts. Alright…enough. Let’s just finish watching. That is why she was here. To watch her team win this fight.

Mentioning: @Hanako Tone and briefly ☆ @Delilah Stewart ☆ @Phaedra Stavrou ☆ @Pericles Dralt ☆ @Bridget Collins