15 Jul 2024, 02:36
Mishap In The Making
Interacting with: @Mylo Atkins
Reducio“oddio!” - “oh god!”
Football had always, always been Renzo’s favourite sport. Yes, the muggle kind. There was just something about that feeling of adrenaline pumping around his body whilst he skilfully kicked it around— unless he was up against his brother, Rocco who always put him to shame. Still, it gave him feelings no other sport did.
Renzo and his father enjoyed going to watch a Quidditch match together, often screaming with cheer and being thrown on his back to enhance their show of support but for some reason he always found Renzo preferred to choose his time spent with a ball at his feet instead.
It was a crisp morning and a thick-ish fog coated the open green space before the young boy. It was early, too early to be playing football, but Renzo found that fewer students, if not any, were around at this time. He didn’t have to worry about booting the ball into the open field in fear that it would catch someone. Even when his vision had become blurred with this damn fog.
His feet kicked the ball softly, flicking it up by the tip of his toes to do a few fancy kick-ups, a few hitting letting the ball fall down against his knees when he lifted them. He was quite skilful for his age, but with how often he played it, it was no surprise.
After a few minutes of practice, he let the ball settle back on the ground and dribbled it between his feet with little effort before he booted it forward, sending it flying through the air and into the fog. For a moment there was silence and then a ‘oof’ sound. Oh god! Had he hit someone?! There was no way!
He didn’t waste another second. His feet set off before the rest of his body could catch up. Sprinting forward into the fog, his eyes squinted and searched helplessly into the mist. “Hello!? Is anyo-” His eyes dropped the other and he came to a halt, his feet slushing into the mud from the break in movement. “Oddio! I’m so sorry!”
His hands waved slightly in panic when he saw the boy he presumably hit. “Are you okay?” He asked, checking him over with a few glances up and down. “I’m sorry- so sorry.. I.. didn’t..mean-” His panic and nerve got the better of him and caused him to stumble in his words and struggle to form a sentence in English.
| ENCY | Wandmaker | sta. 10 eva. 5 str. 0 wis. 4 arc. 6/9* acc. 10 |
15 Jul 2024, 15:34
Mishap In The Making
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Interacting with @Renzo Russo | Mentioning @Rose Moon Date - 20/07/24 WC 348/200 Color Legend - Mylo | Thoughts It was quite a foggy morning, although Mylo quite liked the sense of peace it gave, everything white due to the snow and then a serene fog covering everything. The week had gone by pretty quickly so far, as it was the first weekend of camp and Mylo had had so much fun so far.
Having had breakfast they decided to go for a walk, and to see what other were doing. As the sports between the other schools were starting today Mylo could see a lot of students with colours and banners representing their school and teams, which he quite liked seeing. Everyone supporting their teams and being happy to go and see the games, he was quite looking forward to the duelling match as they'd gotten quite into it after talking about it with Rose.
Walking a bit further there was a patch that was a bit more grassy and had a bit of mud due to the melted snow. Before they could walk much further Mylo spotted something flying towards them from the corner of his eye, the fog covering it enough that he didn't see it in time to react and move out of the way, the ball hitting them right in their arm leaving a bit of a wet patch and an "Oof" leaving their mouth at the impact.
As he wiped off the remaining mud, wondering where that ball came from, a boy came running out of the fog, an apology coming out of them quicker than Mylo could react to him. Followed by, what Mylo could only assume was, a panicked explanation of what happened, something that they could relate to. Trying to calm the other student down he took a deep breath. "I'm fine, just a bit of mud that will wash out. I've had worse. And it's quite difficult to see in this fog so you'd have no idea that I was here." Somehow when someone else was panicking Mylo was quite often able to put their own anxiety to the side, which was quite helpful in these situations.
ABILITIES | STATS
Perfectionist | Wandmaker [Dragonheart, Elm wood]
sta • 8 | eva • 6 | str • 5 | wis • 9 | arc • 6 | acc • 6Code by Ara Villa
| sta • 8 | eva • 7 | str • 5 You will grow strong wis • 10 | arc • 7 | acc • 8 | Perf. | Wand. | Calm. pres. In the softest way ability | ability | ability |
25 Jul 2024, 02:07
Mishap In The Making
Interacting with: @Mylo Atkins
The eyes of the Italian boy squinted in discomfort upon seeming the smeared mud stain from the boys arm, presumably from where the ball had hit him. As much it had left a visible mark on the other, he didn’t seem all that hurt, or angry. That was good. It helped ease Renzo’s guilt and worry, not to mention the calmness in Mylo’s voice.
"I’m glad you are okay. That was.. a lucky miss!" He chirped up now a bit, likely from the adrenaline that was pumping, but his eyes still held a glint of worry as they looked the boy up and down once more for a final check over, for his own confirmation. He really was fine, no need to make matters worse by over-worrying.
"The names Renzo by the way." He stated, steering away from obvious. It seemed only fair he got to know the boy he hurt now. "What’s your name? Are you a first year too at Hogwarts or have you been here a few years now?" As much as he was genuinely curious to get to know the boy, he didn’t have much of a filter when it came to knowing how much to ask someone about their personal life. Be it a trait he got from his mother, lover of gossip and general nosiness, or because he was so naturally shy that he tried to hide it by blabbering on as a distraction.
To top the whole thing off, he extended out his hand to the boy, hoping he would take it to shake. For a child, he was well-mannered to his acquaintances, and tried his best to give off good impressions— in this case he needed an even better one.
The eyes of the Italian boy squinted in discomfort upon seeming the smeared mud stain from the boys arm, presumably from where the ball had hit him. As much it had left a visible mark on the other, he didn’t seem all that hurt, or angry. That was good. It helped ease Renzo’s guilt and worry, not to mention the calmness in Mylo’s voice.
"I’m glad you are okay. That was.. a lucky miss!" He chirped up now a bit, likely from the adrenaline that was pumping, but his eyes still held a glint of worry as they looked the boy up and down once more for a final check over, for his own confirmation. He really was fine, no need to make matters worse by over-worrying.
"The names Renzo by the way." He stated, steering away from obvious. It seemed only fair he got to know the boy he hurt now. "What’s your name? Are you a first year too at Hogwarts or have you been here a few years now?" As much as he was genuinely curious to get to know the boy, he didn’t have much of a filter when it came to knowing how much to ask someone about their personal life. Be it a trait he got from his mother, lover of gossip and general nosiness, or because he was so naturally shy that he tried to hide it by blabbering on as a distraction.
To top the whole thing off, he extended out his hand to the boy, hoping he would take it to shake. For a child, he was well-mannered to his acquaintances, and tried his best to give off good impressions— in this case he needed an even better one.
| "speech" — ▇ . italian — ▇ | Translations: Reducio N/A |
| ENCY | Wandmaker | sta. 10 eva. 5 str. 0 wis. 4 arc. 6/9* acc. 10 |
30 Aug 2024, 08:30
Mishap In The Making
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Interacting with @Renzo Russo Date - 20/07/24 WC 215/200 Color Legend - Mylo | Thoughts Although Mylo had stated that the stain wasn't that big of a problem he could still see a slight bit of discomfort in the boys eyes, kind of surprised at themselves for noticing that. But it lead to Mylo keeping their expression kind and calm, hoping that the boy wouldn't feel too guilty.
"Yeah, it could have been a lot worse." Mylo smiled, happy that the boy seemed to be cheering up a bit. Just as Mylo was about to introduce themselves the other student beat them to it, introducing themselves as Renzo, a first year Mylo deduced from the fact that Renzo asked if they were a first year too.
"I'm Mylo, and I'm a second year. Just finished my first year here, so I hope you enjoy yours, the classes are really interesting." Mylo added, hoping Renzo wouldn't look at them funnily for liking classes, they'd had that happen before and Mylo wasn't actually quite sure why he added that bit of information onto their introduction. Sometimes the words just slipped out without them thinking about it and it wasn't always stuff they wanted to say.
Taking the hand that had been offered to him by Renzo he smiled, hoping to mask the internal debate they had going on.
"Nice to meet you."
OOC- I'm so sorry for the very late reply
ABILITIES | STATS
Perfectionist | Wandmaker [Dragonheart, Elm wood]
sta • 8 | eva • 6 | str • 5 | wis • 9 | arc • 6 | acc • 6Code by Ara Villa
| sta • 8 | eva • 7 | str • 5 You will grow strong wis • 10 | arc • 7 | acc • 8 | Perf. | Wand. | Calm. pres. In the softest way ability | ability | ability |