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Mahoutokoro

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YULE LOG
This tent has 5/8 members and may still gain more.
Ren Willow-Saito @Qrowley Beithir
@Paige Mallary
Myles Garrett @Paige Mallary
Reuben Garcia @Mellani Miller
Lorelai Diniz @Violeta Roux

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When Ren decided to go to summer camp he was expecting… well… summer.
What he wasn’t quite expecting was Christmas in July…

Was it a British thing?
Their cousin Qrowley had always complained about how people began celebrating Christmas too early, but Ren hadn’t quite expected it to be as early as this.
Yes. It must be a British thing…

The tent was coloured the same dark green of fresh pine needles, covered in a fine layer of soft, newly-fallen snow with gently glowing string lights adorning it.
From within, the sounds of birdsong and rustling leaves filtered out through the entrance, besides of which, was a tree stump, the name and number of the tent carved into it along with a few littering names of Ren and his tent-mates.

Stepping inside the tent, the white haired boy was immediately greeted by the satisfying crunch of snow under his shoes, the chill of the air offset by the roaring bonfire in the centre of the room, magically heating up the entire inside of the tent - which was of course much bigger than the outside. Above him were floating lanterns and small balls of pure light, and if he looked past them, he could see how the ceiling had been enchanted, much like the ceiling of Hogwarts, so that the sky was visible.

Rather than beds, eight large cushions, reminiscent of sleeping bags, were laid out close to the fire, close enough to one another to allow everyone to chat; of course, Ren was the first one here, and it wasn’t as if he was much of a talker anyways.

The boy hadn’t particularly cared which tent he was placed in, he didn’t have many friends at Mahoutokoro, and the only people he knew at any other schools were his family; most of which weren’t attending the summer camp anyways.
The random tent was a good way for him to ‘put himself out there’ as his older brother would say. Heimdall was always telling him he’d be better off if he worried less and had more friends; he was probably right, but Ren was too proud to ever actually tell him that. Qrowley’s pride must be rubbing off on him.

Picking the closest cushion and placing down his trunk, Ren couldn’t help but wonder why the tent wasn’t called something like “Bonfire Tent” or “Snowy Forest”; come to think of it, the boy wasn’t even sure what a “Yule Log” was. Another odd British tradition maybe? The holiday wasn’t really celebrated in Japan, and despite his mum, who was born and raised in Scotland, the Willow-Saito’s didn’t really celebrate Christmas unless other family members invited them to.

The boy was pulled out of his thoughts as another person entered the tent.

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Ｍｙｌｅｓ ★ Ｇａｒｒｅｔｔ
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 ║ 𝐈𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲
➷What's a Yule Log?➶

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑: @Qrowley Beithir, @Mellani Miller, and @Violeta Roux
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 310
𝙼𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐: #8c0d0d

Summer - warm, beach, sun. Those are all words one usually thinks of when they hear the term. But for some strange reason, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was decorated as if it was Christmas. In July. What?!

Myles made his way towards his assigned tent. Yule Log. Whatever that was. He was confronted by a rather hidden tent, as the dark green pines blended in with the land surrounding it. If it wasn't for the odd white snow that decorated the roof, then he probably would have missed it. He wasn't one to usually look out for things. And that wasn't a good thing. He would usually be trapped in the world of music whilst at home, almost never seen without his bulky headphones. But that wasn't possible here... sadly.

Myles pushed the tent door to the side and peeped inside. His eyes quickly darted over to a large bonfire lit in the centre of the room. He ducked underneath the tent opening, and as the snow crunched underneath his hightops, he was greeted by a sudden warm feeling. Definitely not what he was expecting. Perhaps he had overpacked? He slid his jacket off his body and continued searching around the tent.

He looked up and raised his eyebrows, looking up for a second time to double-check he wasn't dreaming. There was no roof! Or perhaps it was enchanted to seem that way. That was it. He stared at the cloudy, snow-filled sky for a moment longer before continuing to trudge through the snow. He spotted a large cushion pushed a bit further away from the fire, and rolled on top of it. Literally. His legs slammed against the cushion, and that was when he noticed he wasn't alone.

"OH!" he exclaimed, quickly standing up and dusting his cargo pants off. "Sup!" he nodded, trying to play it cool.

15/07/24 | English | Arabic | Spanish |

Reuben was pretty sure he had entered the wrong area of the world the first time he had set foot in the so-called 'Summer Camp'. He had brought no sweaters for the unexpected winters, which he later realized was the theme for this year's camp. A little notice would have been helpful, but it was not like he could say that to anyone, so he quietly made his way to the tent he had been assigned to, hoping that there was a fire there. Coming from Uagadou, he was used to Aftrica's extremely hot weather, and that was why the snow at Hogwarts affected him even more than it should have.

He soon found his tent. It was called 'Yule Log'. Reuben was not really sure what that meant, but the tent looked pretty cozy, and best of all, it had a campfire! Reuben went through the list of other students in the tent, wondering if there was anyone he knew. He practically bursted with joy when he noticed Lorelai's name on the list. It was probably just a coincidence, but there were in the same tent!!!

Reuben was apparently the third person to arrive at the tent, and to his great disappointment, Lorelai had not arrived yet. Might as well introduce himself to the rest of his tentmates, then. He knew after one look at them that neither of them were from his school, which served more opportunities for making pen pals. "Hey! I'm Reuben, it's good to meet both of you and I'm really looking forward to spending this month with yall."

When he looked up, he noticed that the ceiling was enchanted to look like the sky, which was really beautiful and calming to him. He also felt warmer in the tent, eventhough there was snow everywhere. The magic used sure was fascinating, and he had a feeling that this year's camp would be even better than last year.

Mentioning:

Tentmates (reducio) :Interacting With

STA : 6 | EVA : 10 | WIS : 8 | ACC : 10 | ARC : 2 | STR : 4 |
Calming Presence | Evasive Maneuvers

Reducio

OOC: Calming presence in effect

@Violeta Roux, @Qrowley Beithir, @Paige Mallary

Ｍｙｌｅｓ ★ Ｇａｒｒｅｔｔ
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 ║ 𝐈𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲
➷What's a Yule Log?➶

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑: @Qrowley Beithir, @Mellani Miller, and @Violeta Roux
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 248
𝙼𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐: #8c0d0d

Myles quickly turned his attention to the tent entrance. There, he found a new person. A new 'tentmate.' Myles strutted over to him, holding his hand out for the new person to shake. He had never encountered him before, so it could be assumed that they (obviously) did not go to the same school.

Reuben was his name as Myles had found out after the boy had introduced himself. "Hellooo!" Myles exclaimed, grinning. Perhaps he was too... what was the word?... out there? Too intimidating? He tried to bring it down a notch, starting with clearing his throat and introducing himself. "Ahem, sorry, hey," he began. "I'm Myles, from Ilvermorny if you can't already tell by my accent," he chuckled, emphasising his American accent even more just to make it obvious. "Judging by your accent... you're from... let me think," he raised his eyebrow and placed his finger, the nail painted jet black, on his chin to highlight the fact he was seriously thinking. "Uagadou, right? The school in Africa. Please tell me I'm right... I hate being wrong!" he internally laughed, groaning out loud.

Myles was becoming more excited by the minute. Although he would choose being alone over spending time with lots of people, he had to admit that he did enjoy making new friends. Even if that wasn't always easy, given his messy appearance. But it's about personality, right? That also wasn't really something people likes about Myles... he was too extroverted. Way too extroverted.

summer, 2024

"english" "portuguese" "spanish" thoughts

outfit

15/07/24 | English | Arabic | Spanish |

Reuben grinned at the boy who came towards him and shook his hand enthusiastically. "Hiiiiiiii" The boy then apologized for some reason, and he seemed to bring his hello down a notch, but Reuben had to admit, he liked the old one better. That itself had made Reuben feel that this boy was just his type of guy. Talkative, extroverted and excited.

The boy then introduced himself as Myles, from Ilvermorny. Reuben could not for the life of him have guessed, because if there was one thing he was terrible at (hey, he was great at most things, he deserved to have one fault, right?) then that thing was recognizing accents. It all sounded the same to him. Myles then (correctly) guessed that he was from Uagadou, and Reuben had to say, he admired this boy's skills in accents, even if it was a bit weird.

"You seem to be really good at guessing accents, and yep, you're right! Also, could you pleaseeeeeee teach me how to recognize where people are from by their accent? I'm terrible at doing that, and if you had not told me that you were from Ilvermorny, I would probably have just said that you were from Hogwarts. I literally suck and getting the difference between accents of different people, and I'm pretty sure this is just me, but everything sounds the same to me. Also, please tell me if I am talking to much or it's too annoying, and I'll try my best to talk less, but I'm not sure if that's possible, because I love talking, but I guess I could try. Yeah, I should probably just shut up now, sorry."

Reuben had a habit of talking way too much, and he knew it was annoying, but he could not stop himself. Somehow, though, he felt that Myles would not mind. Maybe he could make a new long distance friend. He was just thinking this, when one of his first long distance friends (a.k.a. his girlfriend) walked in. She introduced herself, but Reuben was paying no attention to what she was saying. He already knew who she was. All he wanted was for her to come closer to him.

She then looked at Reuben and greeted him with a nod and a smile. This itself was enough to make him panic internally. She just greeted him with a nod. Like she was no longer interested in him. Had she found someone else in the time that they had taken to meet again? No, she would never do that. She would at least write something in their letters. Lorelai would never do something like that. Reuben had to believe this as he tried to bring his breathing to normal. It was like the whole world was closing around him.

Then, unexpectedly, Reuben felt her presence near him, and he saw that she had walked over to him. Was she going to say that she was not interested in him anymore? "Please, don't let this end so early", he prayed, switching languages in panic. He really, really hoped that he was just overthinking.

Mentioning:

Tentmates (reducio) :Interacting With

STA : 6 | EVA : 10 | WIS : 8 | ACC : 10 | ARC : 2 | STR : 4 |
Calming Presence | Evasive Maneuvers

Reducio

OOC: Calming presence in effect

@Violeta Roux, @Qrowley Beithir, @Paige Mallary