Spectator Mahoutokoro-Uagadou-Durmstrang vs Ilvermorny-Koldovstoretz-Castelobruxo

It felt odd to watch from the sidelines. Surreal. Like he'd fallen into a dream, or a parallel world.

He should have been down there, with the rest of Mahoutokoro. Pushing the team forward with whatever inspiration struck him at the moment. But then, the Mahoutokoro Quidditch team itself was a shade of what he knew, half familiar and half....@ Kaito Shinozaki and @Ryusei Ishikawa made him think of @Romélie de Brissac, for some reason. Perhaps it was just a sense of fashion, and how they held themselves?

Aryaan shook his head clear of those thoughts. @Kanae Suzuki was still on the team. And @Jamie Carville and @Tone Bakugo. Even @Miharu Goto was still there. But that was it for the familiar faces.

Would Bakugo-san step into @Sara Kohana's old role as guardian and reassurance? Would Kanae-chii or Maiharu-san step up as the next generation of leaders, guiding the scramble through the messy clusters of fouls, strategy, and violence? Ilvermorny was not the looming monstrosity Durmstrang had been in previous years. But with several older players on the team, they would definitely put on quite a show.

He could not wait to see what the match had in store. It would be quite fun to see if he had really had any impact of Mahoutokoro at all, or if his theatrics had actually held them back more than anything else.

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" Oh, hello there, excuse me. You wouldn't happen to be Aryaan Shamsi would you?" The man in his mid 30's would greet just as he walked towards the younger boy with the expression of familiarity a stranger wouldn't have. Despite actually asking the question, the polite expression didn't indicate he was uncertain who this was. " Ah I thought your face looked familiar. Pardon me, this is our first time meeting and I'm getting ahead of myself ". He placed a hand on the hand on his chest and titled his head only slightly. " Kotoka Sako, current Mahoutokoro headmaster. I recognized you from the transfer request your parents sent over a while back. Beauxbâton was it? France. I hope it's been treating you well, so far? How are you, Shamsi Kun?". The tone and smile were polite enough. No doubt the exact expression Aryaan may have been used to if he already if he had been living in Japan for so long. Polite as it is, it lacked a genuine warmth one used to speak kindly of a job they were in only for the money.

Had Sako truly known him? No. It was way before the start of his job and only when he received transfer requests that he knew of this boy. Given his records.......... well - Sako merely wanted to see for himself what he was like.

@Aryaan Shamsi

Aryaan looked back from the pitch at the voice. The man speaking had that particular sort of posture adults got, when they thought they were Important and needed to have a Conversation. Yikes, he did not particularly care for that kind of conversation, especially when he had a Quidditch match to watch. Who was this unc anyway? A quick scan of the stance made him blink. Not an unc after all perhaps. He did not feel like he wanted to be punched by this man.


And then the said guy introduced himself. Headmaster, Mahoutokoro.

Oh.

Welp. Time to eject out of this conversation before it got messy.

“Yeah. Yep. Aryaan Shamsi. That's me.” His best I am perfectly innocent and have never caused anyone any trouble in my life smile settled easily across his face. “Sako-sensei. Of course. How nice to finally put a face to the name.”

He paused, as though something had only just occurred to him.

“Must be a strange job to inherit. Mori-sensei leaving to be Head of Gryffindor, and then students beginning to scatter all over Europe.” Aryaan smile broadened just a little bit. “Sorry, that was stupid of me. I apologize. I was just surprised my file made it all the way over to your desk. I thought paperwork just. Got buried under, like, a very large pile of forms and angry letters.”

His attention wandered back to the pitch.

“France has been good, though. Weird. Nice-weird.” Aryaan shrugged. “The school is pretty. There's quite a range of good folks. No colour charts for the uniforms, either, which has been a fun change. I haven't yet landed myself in detention either, so my mother is probably taking that as a win. The sports have been interesting too.”

Here, he brightened.

“But what do you think of the team? Do you think Bakugo-kun is going to take over?” he asked the teacher. “Like, properly take over? Or is Kanae-chii the one everyone listens to now?”

He caught himself a beat later and cleared his throat, suddenly looking very interested in the match again.

“Sorry. Um. You probably have headmaster secrets and stuff.”