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Eloise Beauchamp

After two absurd firewinks, Eloise decided to throw in the towel and merely watch the chaos unfold from afar. She was standing off to the side of all the firewink madness now, ringing out her hair, which was still wet from impromptu swim in the lake thanks to the first firewink she'd gotten, which had made her sprout gills and take a swim in the lake in order to breathe. She held the obnoxiously bright yellow kerchief Silas had given her earlier in the night in one hand, beginning to wring it out. 

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Julian Pritchard

Why did people like fireworks? Julian just couldn’t understand. Sure, they could make some pretty lights, but they were loud, and a fire-hazard. Mostly loud, though. Now, thanks to people and their absurd preferences, he was faced with a dilemma. He’d been standing as far as he could from the Ravenclaw party - just close enough that he might be able to argue that he was participating without actually having to be close to the fireworks - when he’d seen Eloise the prefect step away and undo her bun to reveal a bright yellow piece of fabric. The bright yellow piece of fabric he’d been looking for. So in order to get it, he’d have to brave the fireworks.

 

With a grimace, Julian dipped his hand into the pocket of his robes to check that the matching flag was still there before plugging both his ears with his fingers and starting to walk towards the prefect.

 

“Eloise!” he called out, perhaps a little loudly. It was hard to gauge the volume of his voice with his fingers in his ears. Sure, the prefect who’d explained this game had told them to try and take it away from their targets, but what was he supposed to do? Attack a prefect? Talking seemed like a  perfectly reasonable strategy to try first. “Could I… uh… maybe have that?” Then, after a beat, “Why are you wet?” Because, well, she was.

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Eloise Beauchamp

If Julian didn’t like normal fireworks, he definitely wouldn’t like the firewinks that Silas and Titania were handing out. They not only were bright and loud, but also had some sort of magical effect on those who set them off… which was why Eloise was wet. She had twice gotten the aquamarine firewink, and twice had to take a dive into the lake to continue breathing when she had grown gills. It was not amusing to her, and thus, she was happy to watch the chaos from the sides now.

 

The blonde quirked her eyebrow at one of the ickles who approached her… what was his name? Julian? He was the one who had hit one of the Hufflepuffs with a spell right off in the dueling chamber… before subsequently being dumped on his own arse, but she still thought he had potential regardless. She quirked her eyebrow at Julian when he asked for her sopping wet kerchief, sensing that the boy might have a reason for asking (like a matching flag of his own), but Eloise was pretty sure she wasn’t just supposed to hand it over…

 

Then again, it was Silas’ game, not hers, so why did she care if she followed his rules.

 

“Why do you want it?” She stalled. “Oh, I got a firewink that made me grow gills… twice…” Eloise answered, directing her glare in Silas’ direction, because somehow, this was all his fault. “Why don’t you go get one? Perhaps you’ll have better luck than me,” Eloise suggested.

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Julian Pritchard

Julian shook his head vigorously when Eloise suggested he try one of the fireworks, his fingers still firmly in his ears. No amount of cool effects was worth going near them. And sprouting gills was not something he wanted to experience. He didn’t want to be forced to jump into the lake to breathe - as he could only assume Eloise had done - and get his robes all wet. Still, that didn’t mean it didn’t sound interesting. Finally dropping his fingers so he could hear her better, he took a couple of steps closer to her and looked at her face. There was no trace of the gills, though.

 

“Wow,” he raised his eyebrows. “How does that happen? I assume it’s transfiguration of some kind.” Which seemed like a silly thing to say now that he’d said it. Of course it was transfiguration of some kind. The idea that complicated spells could be placed on inanimate objects was still a strange one to him, though. He frowned, and moved on. “What did it feel like to not have to breathe air?”

 

He felt like he could’ve asked a million more questions about it, but a loud BANG! in the vicinity made him -a- jump about an inch in the air and -b- remember that he had different purpose. “It’s the one that matches mine,” he told her simply, and took out his, squinting a little against the yellow, which still looked kind of bright in the light cast by the fireworks.

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Eloise Beauchamp

Julian looked… scared? The way he kept his fingers in his ears was comical, and it was something she hadn’t immediately noticed with the darkness and her fixation on the yellow kerchief. But, watching him as she talked about the firewinks, it was clear he looked alarmed. Eloise wondered if she could try to exploit that fear, or whether she should just leave the poor boy alone. As much as she wanted to make a good impression on the younger students, it was sometimes fun to mess with them…

 

“Yes, transfiguration. The firewinks are charmed to have certain effects on the person who lights them, it would seem,” Eloise commented, raising her brows at Julian’s next question. “Similar to how it feels when you try to hold your breath for long periods of time, like when you’re swimming,” Eloise commented, thinking it was rather obvious. “If you really want to know, you could just start holding your breath, and plug your nose, too,” Eloise told the first year. “It’s not exactly pleasant after you get past the first few seconds.”

 

Which was why she’d dove in the lake, of course. Eloise did not want to suffocate.

 

“Are you afraid of fireworks?” Eloise asked directly after Julian literally jumped into the air when one went off nearby. “How about a deal,” Eloise proposed, still keeping her kerchief firmly in hand. “You go get yourself a firewink, and light it off… and then you can have my kerchief,” She proposed. Perhaps it was cruel, knowing the boy’s fear, but Eloise was all about making people face their fears. Not because she really wanted them to overcome them, but because it was interesting to see what happened when people were thrust into their nightmares.

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Julian Pritchard

Julian frowned a little at Eloise’s response. He supposed he should’ve phrased his question better. What he was really curious about was what it felt like to be underwater without having to come up for air. He didn’t particularly want to press her on the matter, though, in case she suggested he go looking for some of the magical fireworks again. Instead, he just raised his eyebrows at her suggestion that he plug his nose and ears.

 

Ironic, considering suggesting he go and get himself a firework was the precise thing she did, in exchange for the yellow kerchief. In response, he scowled.

 

“I’m not scared,” he told her. “I just don’t like them. They’re loud.” The loud noise was unpleasant, and his body always jerked involuntarily when one went off too close to him, even if he’d been expecting it. It was awful. He still felt the distinction was important, though. One wouldn’t say someone was scared of spinach just because they’d rather not eat it. And he really would rather not go get a firework.

 

The question was… did he have to? Silas the prefect had told them it was ‘their mission, should they choose to accept it’. Maybe he could just… not accept it. Julian had been operating under the belief that Silas had just been making a reference, and that he was supposed to participate regardless. If this had been his muggle school, he probably would’ve gotten told off if he just sat off to the side while his schoolmates played. But maybe he’d meant it. “What happens,” he started, staring dubiously at the prefect, “if we just refuse to play?”

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Eloise Beauchamp

Oh, had she struck a nerve? She gave Julian a disbelieving look at his insistence that he wasn’t scared. The blonde watched him carefully as he answered, her curiosity always piqued when people gave her interesting reactions like this one. She could understand the distinction between being scared and just not liking something, but was it really true in this case? “If you say so,” Eloise commented carefully, her tone holding just enough of a disbelieving note to be provocative if Julian took it as such and became more defensive.

 

The blonde waited for Julian to make his decision, though, and she was pleasantly surprised by his sudden question. She hadn’t really understood the purpose of the game… mission… thing, either. Was it to help the ickles meet an older student? Was it to help with bonding, or some other codswallop? It did seem kind of pointless to her, no matter the reason.

 

“I suppose if we refuse to play, the world would keep on turning,” Eloise began with a shrug. “Honestly, I don’t really understand the point of the exercise,” She added nonchalantly. “So I suppose we could just… not play, and instead watch the fireworks. Some of their effects are pretty fun to watch,” Eloise commented, pointing at someone who had just had a firewink detonate and explode mud in all directions around them. “See?”

 

It was funny when it wasn’t happening to her, at least.  

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Julian Pritchard

Julian didn’t really notice that Eloise’s tone had been less than completely believing. He was too busy eyeing the area with the fireworks warily and thinking about how much he wanted to get this over with. He did notice the odd phrasing, though, and looked at her, puzzled. “I did,” he asserted. “Say that, that is.” He wasn’t sure why she was doubting him. Surely, he knew how he felt better than she did.

 

It didn’t occur to him that the fact that he was immensely relieved when she said he didn’t actually have to play might be a sign that she was right. He was too happy that he could just ignore the fact that he’d seen the bright yellow cloth and go back to doing what he was doing before. Which had been mostly nothing. Just farther away mostly nothing. Except... could he? Julian wasn’t sure if Eloise meant he should stay with her to watch the fireworks. He shifted uneasily as she pointed at someone getting splattered with mud by a firewink, and frowned.

 

“That doesn’t seem very fun to me,” he muttered. Interesting, maybe, since it was magic that he wasn’t familiar with. Mud wasn’t something he liked, particularly, and watching that effect had made him more uncomfortable than anything. When the next firewink that he paid notice to basically burst into what looked like a very hot, very dangerous stream of molten rock he took a literal step back. “I think I’m going to watch from a little farther away,” he noted, shoving his fingers resolutely back in his ears.

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Eloise Beauchamp

Julian did not look thrilled at her suggestion to stay and watch, and she let out a small chuckle as he expressed his discontent verbally. Of course, the blonde didn’t particularly enjoy growing gills thanks to her firewink (twice), but watching other people was an entirely different story. The next one she saw appeared to turn its victim’s ears into small yellow flowers.

 

“Oh, there’s some of them that aren’t quite so…” She paused, watching the molten lava explode all over someone else with a slight wince. “…volatile,” Eloise observed. The blonde then pointed to one that was emitting a white, angelic light that looked promising, even as Julian declared he was going to watch further away, fingers already back in his ears. “That one,” She told him as the firewink exploded into a burst of feathers.

 

“But… to each their own,” Eloise shrugged. “You don’t have to stay if you want, really,” The prefect assured him. Because really, who was she to criticize someone for being antisocial, or not wanting to be all in the action? She was normally that person. “I’ll see you around,” Eloise told him, wondering if she should try to have one more go with a firewink… but as she witnessed someone get covered in red juice that looked awfully like blood, she decided against it.

 

La Fin~

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Branchy

BANG...

 

Branchy heard something that made him jump and he was walking back to sleep, it was that time of day where he was tired. Knowing that he needed to sleep, as there was more humans around and they were all in his way, trying to step on him and get in his way. Those blasted humans were the most annoying things in the world. They were also the sweetest things when they were not trying to take him.

 

Bang....

 

He heard another one and this time he jumped onto the first human that he saw @Eloise Beauchamp He hoped that she wouldn't mind, those noises were the worst that he has ever heard. He wanted to get as far away as possible, and it seemed like the human who he landed on was the best pick. So this was a win, win for Branchy. 

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