Emiline was super excited for the international magical olympic games. She knew each day, she'd be coming back with a sore throat from screaming encouragement at the top of her lungs during the events. She'd also made a banner for the event and it was rolled neatly at the top of her duffle bag.

Now that she had arrived, she had hoped she had packed enough layers. Bloody hell, its freezing! She thought. As each year passed, it became apparent that Emiline only liked the thought of winter, not winter in actuality. The idea of snuggling under blankets, drinking hot drinks, snow and cold mornings was so much better in her imagination. But often, Emiline would be waddling to lessons under 4 layers and still be cold during her time in Hogwarts.

In hindsight, going to Russian in the winter was a dumb idea for the third year who struggles to keep warm. But she couldn't do anything about it now. She was here. She knew the only way to get warm would be to find her place she was staying for the event. Yurk? Yirt? Yurt? Who knows, it'll be warm.

Shrugging her duffle bag onto her shoulder she trudged through the snow to find her yurt for the event. Apparently she'd be sharing with three others she was yet to meet. Rubbing her hands together for warmth, she managed to find it after a few longggggg minutes.

She pushed open the door and was met with a blast of warmth, one you'd normally get after stepping off a plane into a new country. Quickly, she entered, glad to get out of the cold.

The yurt had this whole purple, blue vibe going on and had the warm glow of candles from above. the lights flickered slightly as she closed the door due to the bitter wind. Scanning the room, she saw bunk-beds which just gave sleepover with friends vibes. With a grin and a spring in her step, she went over to the left bunk-bed and chose top-bunk. Her bag left discarded by the door. Hopefully, it wouldn't trip anyone one up.

Word Count: 452
Ooc notes: -

Interactions/mentions: @Emiline Hunter, @Hazel Nelson, and @Axel Brooks
Date: xxx-xxx-xxx

Bree drags her feet as she walks towards her assigned yurt. Her cousin would not stop sending letters begging her to come to the International Magic Olympic Games. Agreeing only because she was tired of having twenty letters sent to her per day. Hazel had to caught on of how her mood switch. Bree shut everyone out and tried (and still is) desperately to be alone. But it hasn't worked out. People she knows constantly tries to make her feel better. They don't understand she just wants to be left alone. The social butterfly in her died away with her grandma. And the hurt of her grandmother's brutal death is still way to fresh to talk about. Every time she tries, it feels like someone took a knife and reopened her wound, this time deeper than before. Everything about her grandmas death and leading up to it was horrid. Learning about her cancer, her parents ongoing issues, and then the crash.

Every time she closes her eyes, the crash replays in her mind as if she witness it. Haunting her dreams, she cant escape the repeating death. The windshield shattering, the screams, the sirens, the flat line of the heart monitor in the ambulance. SHe has grown apart from her father. Not that they were that close but she stopped cherishing every moment with him. Afterall her grandmother would've never got in that crash if it wasn't for him. She was told that she was visiting her father. Why? Reason to be untold. The secret of it will never pass the stilled lips.

A single teardrop falls from her face. Quickly wiping it away she looks around. Remembering where she was she sighed. If only she refused. But no she didn't So now her she is, freezing in freaking Russia of all places. So perhaps she could hide away in yurt? Thinking that over, she knows it'll be unlikely. Sighing loudly, she finally gets to her destination. Seeing someone's bag there already, she silently prays its Hazel, for she doesn't have to interact with others right now. Throwing her bags down next to the one already they she enters. Scanning the room, she groans. The entire room was a bluish purple colour. Spotting two bunk beds, she quickly assumes there's two more people coming. Finally her eyes falls onto the figure standing in the middle of the room.

Her back was turned towards Bree. Clearing her throat slightly, she waits until the other girl turns around. Letting out a soft gasp, she recognizes the girl. She shared a room with her at Tenūsa. Biting her bottom lip, she runs a hand through her hair before talking. "How long have you been here?"

Word Count: 249
OOC Notes: - Maybe someone could throw snow at him??

Interactions/mentions: @Bree Grey, @Hazel Nelson, and @Emiline Hunter

He knew he'd hate it just as much as the Tenusa event. Why he actually came is a question he asked himself every five minutes. Maybe it was because, deep down in his soul, he wanted beauxbatons to do well in the International Magical Olympic Games. Or he wanted to see if a certain annoying tourist girl was there too. He didn't really know.

Dragging his bag on the ground he finally found his tent yurt thingy -ma -bob. Her pushed open the door and saw two girls already there. He ignored them and just went over to the right and dumped his bag down. He slumped down on the bunk- beds. Ridiculous idea he thought. Extending his legs and crossing his ankles he got comfortable, one arm resting below his head and another draped over his eyes. A clear sign saying 'Don't talk to me' or maybe it meant 'I'm tired leave me alone'. You wouldn't know unless you asked. And it was clear that from Axel's body language that he didn't want nor need to talk to anyone.

But alas the quiet didn't last long as girls were talkative and curious in nature, and wouldn't just let him be silent. He turned his head to the voice and cracked an eye open. "What? I don't know either of you, so no need to be all friendly. Easy." He closed his eye again and turned his back to how it was. Ignoring everything in the room. For now.

Skipping through the snow, Hazel knew that this would be amazing. After begging her cousin to come she agreed. Even though the last event she went to may have been a bit of a disaster she had a feeling this one would be better. Especially with the snow. The beauty of it was enchanting and she could not resist the urge to make a snowman. After rolling three big snowballs, she stacks them from the biggest to the smallest. Stepping back, she digs through the satchel and pulls out a handful of buttons. Using them, she makes eyes and a mouth on the snowman. Standing back, she admires her snowman. Brushing off her gloved hands she skips once more to the yurts?

Once she arrives she spots two bags. One of them is unfamiliar but the other she recognizes with excitement. Bree actually came! Smiling, she leans down and grabs a handful of snow. Rolling it in her hands she makes a perfect little ball. Smiling at it, she looks around outside to see where she could throw it. Deciding against it and not wanting to ruin the perfectness of the snowy outside, she takes the snowball inside.

Walking in, she passes the snowball back and forth with her hands. Lifting her head, she looks around. Her cousin is talking to another girl and a figure is sprawled out in a bunk bed. Staring at the figure as she walks closer, she breaks out in a grin. The one and only Axel Brooks is here! Silently walking towards him to throwing distance, she raises her arm, The snowball explodes all over him as it lands on is chest. Laughing, she jumps onto his bed next to him.

"Axeyyy!!!!!!!!! Hiiii!" She squeals, "Its been a while since we last saw each other!"

Emiline turns around at a hesitant voice, and beams, "Hiii! No I haven't been here long at all, probably only five ish minutes- Bree right.... from Tenūsa?" Emiline was glad there was someone she sort of knew in their yurt, otherwise it would be really awkward. "Hopefully the plants stay friendly this time." She attempts a joke as the older girl seemed to notice a sort of sad edge in Bree's eyes. Her right hand went to the hem of her shirt, a nervous tick as she hated silence.... but then someone else arriving drew her attention.

However, unlike the other girls, he seemed unfriendly and standoffish. He didn't even acknowledge them. Rude much? She thought. She gave Bree a 'what's-his-problem' look before watching him dump his bag and flop on a bottom bunk. He also draped an arm across his eyes as if he was going to bed. "You've got to be kidding me. Oi, excuse you boy!" She says sassily and annoyed. When the guy responded, he had a slight accent and an blunt tone. You don't know us... well duh you haven't talked to us yet, weirdo Emiline thought.

Luckily, the next member of their yurt came in next and she seemed rather enthusiastic. A stark difference in energy to the gloomy guy, Bree and herself. Emiline noticed the newcomer had a satchel and a snowball? It seemed ready to be flung at some unlucky yurt-mate. Luckily for Emiline and Bree, the newcomer had her eyes set on the guy. Poor him, but then again its kinda karma.

The newcomer throws the ball and it shatters all over the guy's chest and the girl jumps next to the guy. Seeming very familiar with him. Oh god, I hope they aren't dating or that's going to be super awkward She inwardly groaned. Nonetheless, the girl said the guys name or a nickname 'Axey'. The girl's voice was really energetic and super friendly so Emiline smiled over at them, giving Bree a glance that looked a lot like 'here-we-go'

"Hiya, I think that's everyone for the yurt right?" She projected her voice so she could be heard by the two 'lovebirds' in the corner.
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Word Count: 403
Ooc notes: ~~

Interactions/mentions: @Emiline Hunter, @Hazel Nelson, and @Axel Brooks
Date: xxx-xxx-xxx

She was right, the girl was from Tenūsa. Her name? Its not there. She lets out a soft sigh, as she tries to remember her name. The girl though remembers Brees name, making her feel slightly guilty over not remembering hers. Letting out a soft semi-forced laugh at her joke, she notes that the other girl's hand goes to the hem of her shirt. Questioning fills her eyes when she gets the other girls. Before anyone could say anything, the door slams open.

Turning around, she spots a familiar looking boy. Axel, who Hazel is surprisingly friends with. If she could recall properly he's very rude most of the time. And a grump. To her he acts like an eighty year old man who hates life. Like now for example. Giving each one of the girls a look, he flops down on one of the beds and lays back. The girl next to her, gives her a look as if asking what's his problem. Shrugging, she watches her go up to him. His response to the girl is honest, but a rude tone.

Going up to him and next to the girl, she scowls at him, "In fact, I think you're wrong. We have met before, since unfortunately my cousin decided you're worthy of her attention. Which I have no clue how, but even if you didn't need to act like an arse!"

With that, she turns away. The door, flies open once more. Coming in, is Hazel. Mentally rolling her eyes, she thinks, speak of the devil and she will appear. Glancing at Hazel, she turns and does a second take. For some odd reason, she has a....snowball? Wincing at it, she silently prays that she doesn't throw it at any of them. Hazel's eyes light up when she sees Axel. Stifling a laugh, she watches the snowball fly across and shatter on him. Then, she goes and jumps onto his bed squealing his name. Or a version of his name, one that Bree hasn't heard. The other girl smiled at them and shot Bree another look. Letting out a quiet laugh, she nods when the girl asks if that's everyone.

"I think, there's only four bunks. So unless one of them," She gestures towards Hazel and Axel, "isn't supposed to be here, then everyone's here." Looking at them all, she waits to see if anyone else is going to add something.

WC:241
OOC Notes: Feel free to just leave Axel out in the cold Hazel, or not up to you

Interactions/mentions: @Bree Grey, @Hazel Nelson, and @Emiline Hunter

Axel sat opened his eyes as two girls talked to him. clearly they didn't understand what his body language was so clearly telling them. The extroverted brunette didn't seem to mind calling him out for his 'rudeness'. Then the other girl backs up the first and insults him, and mentions Hazel? Those two are related? That causes him to remove his arm from his eyes to look at the two girls, unimpressed. But as soon as one of the girl's call him an arse, his eyes flash dangerously. "Excuse moi?" His voice low but clearly more than just irritated.

He went to go say more but something hard and cold shattered all over his chest. A snowball. His head snapped to where it came from only to see Tourist Girl, laughing, then jumping up onto his bunk. He pushes her away, hard. "Mais qu'est-ce que tu fous?! Idiote!" What the fuck are you doing?! Idiote! He stands up and brushes off the snow, clearly miffed. "Je t'ai appris le français, et c'est comme ça que tu me remercies?!"I taught you French, and this is how you thank me?! He stalks towards Emiline and Bree. "You look like garden gnome." His french accent was thick as his mood was bad. He then looks around and scoffs as he sees just girls. "Typical, just girls.” He glares at them all for a beat, before grabbing his coat, hat and scarlf from his bag before stalking out, needing a moment to cool off. Figuratively and literally as it was sub-zero outside.

He didn't return her enthusiasm at all. His words were sharp and angry. And he pushed her off, the nerve! Rolling her eyes, she sits back on his bed. "De si grands et méchants mots¹," She glances at him, showing no botherment of what he said or did, "Bien sûr que non! Je pensais que tu savais t'amuser. Apparemment, je me suis trompé.²" Rolling her eyes once more, she watches him stomp off like a two year old. She raises her eyebrow and stomps towards Bree and the girl Hazel saw her talking to in the beginning. His attention was directed to her cousin and he opens his mouth and calls her a.... Garden Gnome? Biting back a laugh and failing miserably, she spots him out of the corner of her eye walking outside.

Once her laughing subsides, she repositions herself until she's comfy on his bunk. Looking up, she offers the two other girls a bright smile. "So just ignore his... his, uh hold up" She pauses as she momentarily forgets what the word was. Breaking into a grin she remembers, "Oh yea! His shenanigans! He must have forgotten how to people today." She laughs softly, "Either way if he wants to freeze outside we shall let him! I could get him later."

Smiling at them, she glances at the door once more. Worry flashes through her eyes for a moment before she blinks it out. It was in fact freezing outside was what got her. But he did grab a coat and scarf before leaving. He could be angry but at least he's not stupid. But either way, she will still go out and get him in a few. Just for now, she'll let him blow off some steam.

"What's your name?!" She directs this question to the girl next to Bree before sending some her way, "And Bree! How've ya been? Hopefully the time here wont be like at Tenūsa."

She laughs softly and smiles, but her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. Worry and concern fill her eyes once more but this time it's for her cousin. Bree has been going through some tough times. Grandparents dying and father's cheating, Hazel could only imagine how she feels right now.

After a couple minutes have passed and some idle chatter, Axel still havent come back in. Standing up, she takes a blanket, wrapping it around her, and leaves with a "Ill be back." Stepping outside, she shivers as she looks for Axel. Wrapping the blanket tighter around her she walks towards him

"Tu as fini de faire le bébé?³" Unwrapping the blanket from her, she wraps it around him. Grabbing his hand, she gently tugs him back towards the yurt, "Come inside now, it's freezing out here.

Emiline listens as Hazel gives the rude boy an earful, grateful that she isn't on the receiving end. Emiline goes to say something else but is cut off by the guy speaking rapid annoyed french. Clearly irritated at the other girl for throwing the snowball and shoves her hard off the bed! But then the blonde responds in french back. "Uh... I don't know french. Could someone translate?" She glances at Bree and the blonde for help as the guy seems..... Unfriendly to say the least.

Then the guy grabs he coat, scarf and hat and stalks outside. Just before he leaves, he mutters 'typical girls' as if it that's an insult. However, she nearly misses it as his accent is rather thick. "Good riddance. He's a handful." She says to nobody in particular. The girl she doesn't know the name of asks her name. "I'm Emiline butttt you can just call me Em or Emmy lots of my friends do."

After that, she's glad Bree answers her question about everyone being here for the yurt. Glancing over at the other pair, they did seem rather..... comfortable for people who could potentially not be the yurt.

Then the not Bree girl, goes outside, maybe to check in why the boy. Who knows why? He's rather unpleasant.