Tightrope Walking Pt. I - New Acquaintances
TIGHTROPE WALKING PT. I
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Date: 11/08/25 | Time: 10:23 | Outfit: ✕ | CC: #4d6c84
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─────Going to summer camp had never been the way Ariana wanted to spend the last month of the summer holidays. To her it simply seemed like a waste of time, money and energy to be around so many overly enthusiastic students who laughed too loudly and ran around like idiots. It made Ariana prickly and impatient, qualities she did not value. Her mother, on the other hand, had a different view of things. She wanted her daughter to meet new people of her age and status, as that had apparently not happened during her first year of schooling. After a long conversation of "but-"s from Ariana and "as your mother, I insist-"s from her mother, Ariana was finally forced to give in. She would have to go to summer camp after all.
After arriving at the London Quidditch Stadium with the rest of the Castelobruxo students, Ariana made her way to the tent in which she would be residing with her tent mates during camp. It was to no surprise that she was the first one to arrive, she was not one not dilly dally. Once she had placed her few bags at the foot of one of the beds, Ariana slumped onto its mattress and took a moment to take a deep breath and mentally prepare herself for the tiring weeks that awaited her. The thought of the possibility that it would be fun after all had not crossed her mind yet. Before the others arrived, the second year quickly stood up again and began taking in the space around her. It certainly wasn't exactly the typical circus tent if you looked closely.
Their tent was of the theme Les Cirques des Rêves, which Ariana roughly translated to "the dream circus". She saw the connection. The colors were slightly faded, the lights flickered and cast long shadows. Part of the walls were lined with distortion mirrors, casting eye-catching reflections that seemed to resemble strange images if one did not look closely. The beds all had frames of worn iron, each draped with thick, dark velvet, illuminated by flickering lights. The bedding seemed to be made of silk in dark shades of red, purple, and black. Flanking the beds were old carousel horses, worn down with chipped and faded paint. On the shelves along the walls were a few old circus props. The center was furnished with a circus ring with faded velvet curtains flanked by mismatched benches, tightropes spanned overhead, abandoned trapezes and aerial silk ropes that swayed slightly in an unseen breeze. One would notice that the tent was also equipped with a popcorn machine.
Tent description by the amazing summer camp team!
Seeing the tightrope, Ariana thought of the socializing and first impression that awaited her. It was thrilling in its own way, if you did it right. But one wrong move and you already risked slipping and falling to the ground. Tightrope walking required balance and precision, but also confidence. And that was what Ariana needed in that moment, because although she genuinely didn't care about what they thought of her, what would the next few weeks become if she screwed up already? With that thought, Ariana sighed and sat upon her temporary bed once again, waiting as quietly and patiently as a huntress awaiting her prey, unnoticed by all but the fleeting reflections that the distortion mirrors seemed to cast.
After arriving at the London Quidditch Stadium with the rest of the Castelobruxo students, Ariana made her way to the tent in which she would be residing with her tent mates during camp. It was to no surprise that she was the first one to arrive, she was not one not dilly dally. Once she had placed her few bags at the foot of one of the beds, Ariana slumped onto its mattress and took a moment to take a deep breath and mentally prepare herself for the tiring weeks that awaited her. The thought of the possibility that it would be fun after all had not crossed her mind yet. Before the others arrived, the second year quickly stood up again and began taking in the space around her. It certainly wasn't exactly the typical circus tent if you looked closely.
Their tent was of the theme Les Cirques des Rêves, which Ariana roughly translated to "the dream circus". She saw the connection. The colors were slightly faded, the lights flickered and cast long shadows. Part of the walls were lined with distortion mirrors, casting eye-catching reflections that seemed to resemble strange images if one did not look closely. The beds all had frames of worn iron, each draped with thick, dark velvet, illuminated by flickering lights. The bedding seemed to be made of silk in dark shades of red, purple, and black. Flanking the beds were old carousel horses, worn down with chipped and faded paint. On the shelves along the walls were a few old circus props. The center was furnished with a circus ring with faded velvet curtains flanked by mismatched benches, tightropes spanned overhead, abandoned trapezes and aerial silk ropes that swayed slightly in an unseen breeze. One would notice that the tent was also equipped with a popcorn machine.
Tent description by the amazing summer camp team!
Seeing the tightrope, Ariana thought of the socializing and first impression that awaited her. It was thrilling in its own way, if you did it right. But one wrong move and you already risked slipping and falling to the ground. Tightrope walking required balance and precision, but also confidence. And that was what Ariana needed in that moment, because although she genuinely didn't care about what they thought of her, what would the next few weeks become if she screwed up already? With that thought, Ariana sighed and sat upon her temporary bed once again, waiting as quietly and patiently as a huntress awaiting her prey, unnoticed by all but the fleeting reflections that the distortion mirrors seemed to cast.
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@Evpraksiya Vinogradova @Aston Beckett @Alexandria Clark @Hana Bakir
@Luka Antonov @Bree Grey @Derek Alexander Jay
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Tightrope Walking Pt. I - New Acquaintances
Derek sighed, as his books almost tumbled out of their satchel. Again. He breathed in. One, two, three. He was just nervous. But he knew better than that. He was mad at his mother, saying he should socialize with his Wizarding friends. "But Mother," Derek would say, "I had all school-year with them! Why can't I go to Muggle Camp!?"
After an intensive argue with his mum and dad, which included dragging his brother into the fight, he was loaded up into their car with his trunk packed, his satchel of books filled, his owl Perseus in his cage, and a crushing feeling in his heart, Derek was ready to go to Summer Camp.
He kicked open the car door, and stormed to the London Quidditch Stadium Entrance. He noticed the strange looks he was getting from his odd mix up of Muggle and Ancient Muggle Greek clothing. Derek scowled at them, causing them to look somewhere else. Perseus glared at them indignantly, ruffling his beautiful snow-white feathets. He muttered a curse in Greek, stroking Perseus, who was cooing. Finally, he reached his tent. "Les Cirques des Rêves," He muttered darkly. Why couldn't they design their own tent, and saved some energy. From his logical standpoint, it was more reasonable, as they got a hands on activity and could socialize, or as Derek liked to call it, analyze acquaintences, potential enemies and opponents, and calculating their intentions.
He had reached the dull colored circus tent's flap. An involuntary shudder ran up his spine. Circuses. He ran that word through his head like it was a foul word. He hated clowns, and circuses reminded him of them. Derek cautiously lifted up the flap, half wanting to see a clown just so he could whack it with his satchel of books, half wishing there were no such thing as clowns. Instead, there was a girl with brown, frizzy hair and copper-toned skin. "Hi. I'm Derek, a Hogwarts student. Who are you?"
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Interacting with:@Ariana Westonfield-Rivera@Bree Grey @Hana Bakir@Luka Antonov@Aston Beckett@Amelia Clark
@Evpraksiya Vinogradov
After an intensive argue with his mum and dad, which included dragging his brother into the fight, he was loaded up into their car with his trunk packed, his satchel of books filled, his owl Perseus in his cage, and a crushing feeling in his heart, Derek was ready to go to Summer Camp.
He kicked open the car door, and stormed to the London Quidditch Stadium Entrance. He noticed the strange looks he was getting from his odd mix up of Muggle and Ancient Muggle Greek clothing. Derek scowled at them, causing them to look somewhere else. Perseus glared at them indignantly, ruffling his beautiful snow-white feathets. He muttered a curse in Greek, stroking Perseus, who was cooing. Finally, he reached his tent. "Les Cirques des Rêves," He muttered darkly. Why couldn't they design their own tent, and saved some energy. From his logical standpoint, it was more reasonable, as they got a hands on activity and could socialize, or as Derek liked to call it, analyze acquaintences, potential enemies and opponents, and calculating their intentions.
He had reached the dull colored circus tent's flap. An involuntary shudder ran up his spine. Circuses. He ran that word through his head like it was a foul word. He hated clowns, and circuses reminded him of them. Derek cautiously lifted up the flap, half wanting to see a clown just so he could whack it with his satchel of books, half wishing there were no such thing as clowns. Instead, there was a girl with brown, frizzy hair and copper-toned skin. "Hi. I'm Derek, a Hogwarts student. Who are you?"
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Interacting with:@Ariana Westonfield-Rivera@Bree Grey @Hana Bakir@Luka Antonov@Aston Beckett@Amelia Clark
@Evpraksiya Vinogradov
Tightrope Walking Pt. I - New Acquaintances
made by Ellie Randensmith
Word count: 204
Interacting with: @Evpraksiya Vinogradova @Aston Beckett @Alexandria Clark @ Hana Bakir
@Luka Antonov @Derek Alexander Jay
@Luka Antonov @Derek Alexander Jay
Tugging my blanket back from my dad as he wakes me up I groan, “Why do we need to wake up so early!”
He sighs impatiently as he says something. Blah blah blah camp! I sit up up. I totally forgot about summer camp! I would of missed it if it wasn’t for him! “Omg thank you dad!” I take him by surprise when I hug him then push him out of my room. Quickly I throw on some clothes and shove some into a bag.
After a hour passes I’m dressed and already ate and ready to leave. After we get there I smile as I take in the scenery. Everything was just so so pretty! I say a goodbye to my father who tells me to be good.
I walk into the tent and see two people already there. One I remember from a party he threw. Greek theme if I recall correctly. But the girl? Have no clue who she is.
I walk up to them and smile, “Hey! Derek how’ve you been? It’s amazing that you’re here and we have the same tent!” I look over to the girl, “And I’m Bree! How are you? And also what’s your name?”
| 𝓗𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓵 𝓝𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽: 𝓟𝓸𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓸 𝓟𝓮𝓮𝓵 |
𝓞𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽: 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕤: 𝕊𝕥𝕒 𝟟| 𝔼𝕧𝕒 𝟞| 𝕊𝕥𝕣 𝟝| 𝕎𝕚𝕤 𝟠| 𝔸ℙ 𝟟| 𝔸𝕔𝕔 𝟟| 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 |
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Tightrope Walking Pt. I - New Acquaintances
| IC date: 11th of August, 2025 | Interactions: @Evpraksiya Vinogradova, @Alexandria Clark, @Hana Bakir, @Luka Antonov, @Bree Grey, @Derek Alexander Jay, & @Ariana Westonfield-Rivera |
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Finally, it was summer camp! Don't get Aston wrong, it was always fun to spend time with his family at home, but last year's summer camp was so fun he just couldn't help but look forward to it. Aston walked into his tent with his clothes in a trunk and Rosales on his shoulder, the usually really. He liked to think he arrives to places quite early, and as he places his eyes on the people already in the tent. Though before that, Aston made his impression on the actual tent itself, if his experience with the last tent was anything then this year the tents will also have cool themes that really embrace the theme to the fullest. The shape of the tent was like a circus, a clear indicator of the theme, and the mirrors inside were a nice touch, Aston can't say he wasn't tempted by tightropes above the tent.
Aston was quick to decide on a bed, one next to two empty beds that he wanted to save for Luka and Alex. The two were the only people he already knew in this tent group, setting his things down and deciding on fully unpacking later, Aston moved towards the three people already here. "Hey guys! Y'all excited for camp? I'm Aston, third year at Hogwarts." The three people here appeared nice enough, he wouldn't be able to guess what school they are from though, wonder how many of them will be Hogwarts students.
Carnivals were not something Aston was familiar with, to be honest he's never been, all this lead him to being pretty excited for most of the activities here. Amortunnel was the only one he saw and just went...no, no he's not doing that. Doing a blind date sounds like there were so many ways for it to go badly. What if you end up hating each other? What if you already knew the person and it got super awkward? For an usually adventurous person, Aston was completely refusing to even entertain the idea of this one.
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