Roleplaying as approved Ilvermorny iNPC Cyrus Darsel.
Ilvermorny.
10 December 2023.

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While at Ilvermorny, there was only so long Cyrus could go before he ended up wallowing in his friendlessness. None of his friends went to the American school, and while he could often entertain himself, sometimes he found he needed a bit of help.

As he walked outside, he had two ideas paired with two things in his hands. In one hand was his wand, the trusty little thing it was. Cyrus loved his wand. He was very irresponsible and had nearly broken it on many occasions, but it still worked, and it hadn't failed him yet. This morning, he had stepped on it before swooping down to pick it up, and now it was in his hand. Hopefully, it wasn't mad at him, or one of his ideas would go very poorly.

In his other hand, he held a small donald duck backpack. Inside, he could hear the tiny plastic bricks of LEGOs clinking around as he walked. He had asked his aunt to send the toys, and although he was certain she had been at least moderately concerned, she had sent them because they would make him happy.

And they would. He was sure of it.

He sat down on the grassy ground and shivered before pulling his donald-duck print bomber jacket tighter. He plopped his wand next to him and then unzipped the backpack before setting it down.

Inside were more LEGOs than he could count. They came in all colours, shapes and sizes, and he got to work quickly. His fingers worked while his brain went on tangents and he hummed Taylor Swift's Speak Now to himself. The LEGO pieces clicked together one by one, and before he knew it, his creation was building itself as he half-muttered the lyrics to We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together.

'You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me,' Cyrus whisper-sang, a smile creeping onto his lips. His skin wrinkled at the edges of his eyes. 'Cause we-e are never, ever, ever...' He popped the last LEGO into place. '...getting back together.'

The creation had been placed in a different pocket of the backpack, unassembled. It was meant to be a gift for an engagement or a wedding, probably, but Cyrus had thought it was cute and had wanted to make it. He had been right. The two Mandarin Ducks swimming in the LEGO pond made his smile widen as he giggled to himself. It was silly, but it made him happy even in the depths of winter.

He pulled out more bricks ─ the backpack was still mostly full of other LEGOs that did not belong to a set and were perfectly good for duck-making. He crafted a Mallard, which took less time than the Mandarin Ducks had, and he reached for his wand. This was truly the test of it all. He couldn't bring the LEGO ducks to life, not really, but he could make them fly. And then he could cast avifors on something else, since he really didn't want to risk ruining his creations.

First, then, he gave his wand a simple swish-and-flick. 'Wingardium Leviosa.'

He then pointed it at the Mallard and watched as he 'flew' the 'duck' around before carefully putting it down. It was interesting, and sure, it was kind of cool, but Cyrus got bored easily and left the Mallard and the Mandarin Ducks on the ground before standing and searching for a suitable small object.

He found suitability in a rock a bit longer than his hand and quite a bit thicker. He brought it back to his LEGOs and backpack and pointed his wand at it. A giddy grin had overtaken his previously neutral expression as he pointed his wand at the rock. 'Avifors!'

He must have still had the Mallard on his mind, because the rock transformed into a Mallard that began waddling around almost immediately. It flew off more quickly than Cyrus would have liked, but he stood still, awestruck, for more than a minute. This sense of wonder was why he still went to Ilvermorny, really. It was why he called this place home.

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Has your character ever seen LEGOs? Have they ever liked ducks? If the answer to either question is yes ─ or no ─ this could be the thread for you! Cyrus will gladly explain LEGOs (while avoiding the fact that they are no-Maj toys) to your OC, and he will gladly talk about and/or provide ducks to ooh and aah at.