Truth or Dare with purpose PV

interaction:@Aleks Drašković @Aiden Sinclair@Sinclair Carver @Carina Kaede@Caspian Villin@Nova Astron@Nyx Blackheart@Luke Tompsett@Gabriele Ricci-Armani

Since the start of her second year, Victoria had decided to spend most of her days in the library, especially since classes hadn’t properly started yet. She didn’t have much else to do, and books were one of the few things that could ease her boredom.

As she made her way toward the library with an astronomy book in hand, her mind was completely preoccupied with curiosity. She didn’t care about the whispers of the students passing by or the gossiping groups leaning against the corridor walls. A friend had recommended this book, and Victoria was eager to dive into it. Once she stepped into the library, the dim light shining through the windows hit her face, causing her to squint slightly. She tried to ignore the brightness and walked toward the table in the very back. Hardly anyone ever sat there—it was comfortably outside everyone’s range.

Victoria was about to sit down when she noticed a flyer on the table. Tilting her head slightly, she leaned in with interest. Maybe someone had left it there by mistake?

“Truth or Dare?”

Victoria frowned slightly. What was this? She’d never heard of it before. Was it something from the wizarding world? Probably not—her family had never mentioned anything like it. Maybe it was something Muggle-born students had brought in?

Still, her heart fluttered with a thrill of excitement. Learning something completely new? Count her in.

She bit the inside of her cheek to suppress a smile and carefully examined the flyer, committing the time and location to memory.

Oh, the game had already begun.

Victoria’s cold, doe-like blue eyes widened slightly, and she left the book behind on the table as she began to run. She doubted anyone would come to that corner anyway. She hated being late—her family had raised her to be punctual since she was little—and now her head was filled with worst-case scenarios. What if the game had already started? What if everyone had already bonded and formed groups?

When she finally arrived at the given location, she let out a quiet sigh of relief. Only three people were there.

She recognized two of them from last year.

Aleks Drašković. They’d met during a rule-breaking group event last year, and Victoria had to admit—he had a cool and easygoing vibe. She didn’t harbor any negative feelings toward him.

Aiden Sinclair. They had an awkward first interaction during a Potions class in their first year. Things had ended fine, but they weren’t close enough to be called friends. Still, Victoria could tell he wasn’t a bad person deep down. Knowing two of the people here made her feel a little more comfortable.

She gave them a small,brief smile, the dimple on her right cheek appearing. Her cheeks were flushed from running, and her wavy brown hair was a bit tousled. As she tucked some strands back into place, her eyes fell on the girl standing nearby.

Damn.

She looked so cool.

Had Victoria seen her last year? She was sure she would’ve remembered someone like that.Still, Victoria wasn’t the type to show her emotions easily. She composed herself, letting her blue eyes return to their calm, cold state.

“I hope I’m not late,” she said softly, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Um… does anyone know how this game actually works?” She had some clues about the game, of course-the name alone gave her a general idea. She swallowed,hoping no one would think she was dumb. She would've learned more about it if she'd known about the event earlier-but here she was.

Date. 12/9/2025 |Tag. @Sinclair Carver@Victoria Blythe@Aleks Drašković @Caspian Villin@Luke Tompsett@Aiden Sinclair@Nova Astron@Carina Kaede@Nyx Blackheart
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The second year started off better than he could have imagined. Gabriele had been hanging out- AKA copying homework with Luke when they'd stumbled upon one of the posters advertising some sort of Truth or Dare game. Or was it a party? Then why the fuck the viaduct of all places? He didn't fucking know, didn't fucking care, but he'd be there. Gabi had started his own little rebel club—a group for people who didn’t give a fuck, were adrenaline junkies, or just wanted to prove to themselves they weren’t boring as hell. But they hadn’t met up since the start of summer, and he was seriously missing some acting. This was perfect. Potentially.

With an impish smirk, he'd glanced over at Luke and he'd somehow convinced his prim housemate to come along. It had been more like a dare for him to come, to see if he had the balls to pick anything else but truth. That was two days ago. Gabriele showed up to the viaduct alone because he'd headed straight there after grabbing a smoke by the edge of the forest first, but he was curious to see if he'd show up or not.

Gabi was not the first to show up at the dusty old bridge, but the gathering was still small. Four other people were there already. He tried to make out the shapes of them as he approached, hands stuffed inside his pockets. None wearing hufflepuff robes, at least. Gabriele couldn't help but feel a tad bit disappointed. There was still time, however. This couldn't be the only people. That would be a more boring party than his birthday last year when he was stuck in his bed with the flu for two weeks straight. Could he have gotten healed sooner in the hospital wing? Probably. But then he wouldn't have had a good reason to skip class.

The Italian recognized two of the people present, both of them from his rule breaking club; Victoria and Aleks. Well, he knew Aleks for several reasons. From his club but also for climbing the fence to his house and dumping a bag of chips in his lawn. And ripping his pants in the process.

Everything had been caught on camera. His parents had not been impressed, briefly debating whether or not to call the cops. But calling the police on a pair of kids was kind of pathetic, so in the end, they’d done nothing—except hit him with, “This is exactly the kind of people we try to keep out of this house,” and, “Great, now the neighbors think we’re raising a delinquent.”

Meanwhile Gabi had been in absolute shambles watching the footage. Hell, he was kind of impressed to the lengths this dude went for him. From stalking him, finding his house and then delivering snacks with a performance. And most importantly, he got to eat the snacks at the end of it! His family wasn't starving him. But there was definitely a lack of unhealthy (yummy) things in the house. None of the kids were even allowed McDonalds under their roof. They were THAT picky.

Safe to say, Gabriele was not surprised that this whole thing was organized by Aleks. "Of course it's you." He announced his arrival if they hadn't heard him stomping already. "At least you're wearing pants this time."

With Aiden’s green eyes fixed on the rope, Aleks was already bracing himself for the triumphant fanfare of an opinion. In his mind, the trumpets and drummers had taken up their positions, ready to announce something momentous. However, nothing particularly remarkable happened—just those green beautiful eyes, calmly watching the rope in Aleks’ hand. The wind caught it in a gentle sway, making it dance where it dangled from his fingers. Its shift and turns let Aiden‘s stare to follow suit, light bouncing back and shimmering within the green color. Somewhere in between of watching the shift, Aleks felt doomed. Aiden’s actual reply didn’t come with any emotional flourish and neither stopped Aleks spiraling fixation on those eyes: “…I think you have too much free time.” His friend lifted his gaze, and their eyes met right in that liminal space between a stupid idea and a perfectly accurate observation. Aleks did, in fact, have far too much time. Homework was only skimmed, books were read loosely, and his blanket was regularly flung around the shared bedroom space until it ended up sprawled across the floor, curling around Aiden’s bed leg like some needy pet. The kind that seeks comforts anywhere but home. Despite the flat remark and uncomfortable feeling in his stomach Aleks couldn’t help smiling back at Aiden. A friendly warmth rose behind his eyes, curving his mouth into a grin that admitted agreement. He gave a small shrug, just as Aiden added—voice dry—that it probably was a rope pulled from some random drawer, then asked whether Aleks was aware of the potentially fatal consequences of this idea. They really ought to start with the beans instead, his friend concluded. The poor opinion on the matter started the fanfare of joyful tunes. The entire orchestra began to hum peacefully at Aiden being just Aiden. “I didn’t pull it out of some random drawer,” Aleks explained, tilting his head to the side with an almost innocent slant as he studied the familiar dark hair on his friend’s head. “I specifically looked for it, saw another student with this great specimen, and then stole it out of his cupboard. With the best of a thief‘s intentions.” His gaze lingered on the way Aiden’s strands shifted in the breeze, softly in the same dance that matched the rope’s. It was no mystery to the student how much he enjoyed his best friend‘s curls. They had something adventurous in their lengths, as if a lifestyle of secretly wild ambitions hid between the hairs. The place felt twice as appealing all of a sudden, perhaps he really should move onto the Viaduct? A stranger’s voice pulled Aleks straight out of focus. The music in his head went silent, leaving only the whistle of wind skimming along the cliffs below them. “Are you two the ones who put those flyers everywhere?”, she asked. The question hung in the air, neutral, as if it were simply a fact in the waiting room for confirmation. Surprise captured the smile at first, but curiosity coaxed his eyes to shine. Aleks turned his gaze over to the newcomer. Her sharp facial contours practically begged to be traced out with a ruler—precise in a way that made him think of geometry homework he’d never finished. Her pale eyes resembled the ones of a cat. Fitting, he thought, studying the girl’s distant expression. He couldn’t help comparing her to the strays that loitered around Portsmouth, staring at you in perfect indifference until you dared step too close—then grimaced angrily back at you as if you’d personally disgraced their family name and enslaved their prized house cow! Aleks wondered, with a flicker of too much interest, whether she owned a cow as well. The thought amused him more than it should. It helped his grin escape the shackles of suprise until he was openly beaming at the pale girl. “Yes! Welcome.” It was a relief to see students drifting in to their location. The Slytherin boy lowered the rope in his hand, just as, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a familiar figure. The wind seemed particularly fond of her dark hair, combing through it in restless currents, or at least he assumed as much based on his own mess of a hairstyle. Aleks turned his eyes, dipping his head in a nod to Victoria as she joined them. “I hope I’m not late,” she noted, dimples of a previous smile disappearing off her aristocratic skin. In this second, Aleks’ shoulders eased, regretting that he might have missed witnessing that smile. “You’re not,” he replied, still smiling comfortably “Right on time. Good to see you again, Vic!” Afterall, he’d last seen the elegant girl at Gabriele’s Troublemaker Club. Speaking of the racoon-ish devil, the overlord of all things troubling arrived. The delicate silhouette gave him away even before Aleks could see the face beneath the wildly tousled curls. Gabriele announced his presence with a confident, “Of course it’s you.”, aimed at Aleks. A grin spread across the Slytherin‘s face. With a soft nudge of his elbow, he pressed his arm lightly against Aiden’s side. “That’s the homeowner,” he whispered without tearing his gaze away from Gabriele’s refined features. Only for Gabriele’s remark about his lack of trousers to send an embarrassed heat flaring over the freckles on the back of Aleks’s neck. “Yes—wait, how do y—” He was just about to ask how Gabriele even knew about his fence-driven accident, when he noticed an unfamiliar boy standing nearby. With a small, bookish wave, the boy lifted his hand to greet. Aleks assumed he must have come with Gabriele—after all, they were standing close together and arrived at the same time. The Serb’s eyes studied his face. Like a little angel, the boy looked as if he’d been sketched straight out of a handbook for perfect Hufflepuff students. The bright blue eyes alone were enough to make the creases at Aleks’s sleeves feel uncomfortably pronounced, as though a conscience had slipped into the scene just to accuse Aleks of not being good enough for this bridge. The sentence spread its legs right across the aisle of his thought‘s bus: This boy is surely going to hate me… It was like looking in a mirror, if a mirror was a portal to an oposite dimension where everything is turned upside down and inside out. Aleks lingered another second. Silently he was hoping the wind would ruffle the Hufflepuff boy’s hair enough to drag him onto the same playing field of disarray. Victoria asked if anyone actually knew how to play Truth or Dare. The Slytherin was too distracted to answer. His thoughts orbited the stranger in the yellow tie as if the boy became his personal pet-peeve of a mystery—how he’d arrived with Gabriele, why he looked so sweet yet so impossibly tidy, as though he’d tumbled off some assembly line manufacturing the ideal son before sneaking into Hogwarts! Of all people, it was precisely that boy who decided to speak. Naturally, he did so with clear pronunciation, each syllable softened by gentle intonation. It would have startled Aleks far more if he had suddenly started growling a vocabulary fit for some poverty-stricken street rapper. And yet a small knot settled in Aleks’ throat as the ideal son began to explain how the rules worked. He glanced over to Gabriele. Did the Italian boy like people of this kind? Perhaps the comment on his pants was meant maliciously. Aleks raised a brow and observed. The cause of his current misery left his spot and sat down on the stone ledge of the bridge. In a childish second of idiocy, Aleks’ wrists tensed at the thought the angel might forget to unfold his hidden wings and simply plunge to his death. Perhaps it was only now that he processed what Gabriele had said in greeting. The wind whistled and the angel‘s eyes widened in surprise, asking what pants and who they spoke of. If there ever was a perfect moment to make a good impression—or perhaps the worst one imaginable—this was it! Aleks smiled a little less confidently than usual, looking straight at the Hufflepuff. “He spoke of me..… and thank you for explaining the rules. It's actually really helpful to hear it all summarized again…” He has to give him that.

Interaction: @Victoria Blythe @Aiden Sinclair @Luke Tompsett @Gabriele Ricci-Armani @Sinclair Carver ──────────── Speech: #84319f 12/9/2025 Blablala-Whale-Song-Singing-Dominance-Asserting

Nova practically glowed with excitement as she walked to the Viaduct. She had seen some flyers around which had said something along the lines of ‘Truth or Dare’ and immediately felt curious. Just a few weeks ago when she was telling her father about her secret adventure to Hogsmeade, he had told her to be more careful. He hadn’t said anything along the lines of ‘Don’t break the rules, Nova’ so she had assumed she was in the clear.

She was pretty sure that her mother wouldn’t be so approving, and decided against telling her. Not that she’d ask about it, in Nova’s opinion. Her mother had been so distant lately, the few hours she spent at home being used to stress over what she called work but seemed more like she was trying to hide something.

Pushing away her thoughts, Nova took a turn down a corridor and arrived at the Viaduct. In the middle of it, she saw multiple students standing around idly and making conversation. She slowly made her way down towards them, her hair ruffling in the wind. She wasn’t necessarily afraid of heights, but staring down into the gorge left her with a feeling in her stomach she didn’t like.

She could see it was a group of around 6 or 7, the boys outnumbering the girls. She couldn’t recognise anyone there. She waved awkwardly as she reached the group of people, trying to make her presence known. “Hello!” she greeted, gaze flicking between all their faces. “I saw the flyer for Truth or Dare here, have you started already?” Her tone was light as she spoke, the excitement obvious. Truth or dare—how bad could it be?

Thoughts - Italic ~ Nova's Speech - #a88400 ~ Other's speech - #7B3F00

NOTES

@Aleks Drašković, @Aiden Sinclair, @Sinclair Carver, @Victoria Blythe, @Gabriele Ricci-Armani, @Caspian Villin

WORD COUNT: 283/200 words

TIME | 4:20 pm
DATE | 12/9/2025
INTERACTING | @Aleks Drašković @Sinclair Carver @Nova Astron @Victoria Blythe @Gabriele Ricci-Armani @Luke Tompsett @Aiden Sinclair

Dialogue/Thoughts
Thoughts - #009e77┃ Speech - #007514

OUTFIT

ℭaspian hadn’t planned on attending.

He’d seen one of the flyers a few days ago—half-crumpled and barely clinging to the wall near the Slytherin common room, like it already regretted its existence. Truth or Dare it had said. Not for the faint of heart. A dramatic tagline, all things considered.

He didn’t usually pay attention to student-made events, but something about it had caught his eye.

The wind up on the viaduct was just dramatic enough to suit Caspian’s mood. He paused at the edge of the bridge, one brow faintly raised as he took in the scene ahead: snacks scattered in a vaguely organized pile, a circle not yet fully formed, and several people already mingling like they all hadn’t just been thrown together by a piece of scrap paper.

Caspian had shown up anyway.

He walked with unhurried steps, sleeves rolled up neatly, the late afternoon light catching faint silver threads woven into the cuff of his shirt. He was late. Did he care? Absolutely not..

He didn’t recognize anyone here—except Nova.

He stopped a little apart from the circle, close enough to be included but far enough to avoid anyone trying to sit next to him without permission.

“I assume we haven’t started yet?” he asked, tone neutral, cool, with just a thread of sarcasm. “Shame. I was hoping someone had already jumped off the edge or confessed to a murder.”

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