Soaring through the hallways of Hogwarts in the form of parchment-coloured house sparrows, the notes signed by Professor D’Este made their way towards every single student in her Transfiguration class, chirping and sometimes even pecking at them with insistence, all until being held in their hands. Then, by an act of magic itself (well duh!), it was when they transformed – or rather transfigured – into the form of a message, informing them of the location of their next Transfiguration class.
It was a spell that Elissa had developed long before becoming a professor, during those days that had been spent investigating the streets of this or that city or town. Back then, she had needed a way to communicate with her colleagues on the field without alerting any muggles of their presence or causing them to be alarmed. Notes transfigured into house sparrows had been perfect for just that! It was somewhat nostalgic to utilize it again, even if for a purpose so different from its original intent. Although of course, unlike this time around, at the time the notes had turned to ashes soon after being read, a step that while necessary back then, would have likely only caused the students to claim they hadn’t gotten to read the whole thing or that they had forgotten something because did not have the note with them. Teenagers, as Elissa had become all too aware soon after becoming as a professor, could be quite a headache to deal with at times. Thank Merlin her son was only three years old, right?
But, while they could result to be a headache more often than not (specially with the amount of rule breaking that had a tendency to occur among the lions of her house), even the righteous yet often strict professor had to admit that she would miss more than a few of them during those long summer months, and that, without a doubt, all of them had worked hard towards their exams. Yes, even those who didn’t perform all that great. So truly, she thought they all deserved some lighthearted fun. That was why she had asked them all to meet her by the lake. And there she stood: on one of the docks, dressed in the usual dark colours and an overly-decorated pointed hat, looking rather out of place next to the lake where a large ice block – which most definitely had not been there yesterday – floated in place as if a small island that was doomed to melt. As for the large cat that was usually right by her side, he was there as well, and a few meters away for once: laying down on one of the branches of a young tree, almost as if he knew it was best not to stay close to the lake.
“Hello everyone,” Professor D’Este greeted the gathered students once it was time for the class to begin. “Welcome to what may be your last Transfiguration class of this school year. I know, I know, please save your excitement. Despite popular belief, we professors have feelings too.” Was that a sarcastic joke? Shocking. Surprise, everybody: Professor D’Este, who rarely even smiled during her classes, was actually capable of humour! (As sarcastic as it was) Who would have thought? “For today’s class, we will be practicing freezing and conjuring spells. Most of you should already know how to cast a Glacius spell, as well as the Water-Making Spell. Allow me to demonstrate…” Upon pronouncing such words, the short professor brought out her very own wand, performing a wand movement which looked much alike a horizontal ‘S’ before calmly pronouncing a confident “Aguamenti”. A mere second after her words, a small yet powerful jet of water shot out of her wand, flowing pure and clear until she performed another swift movement. “Glacius,” She pronounced then, and as she did, the water froze, turning into a thin pillar of ice that stuck out of the dock’s wooden planks. “Easy enough, right? Now, you’re all probably wondering about the ice block behind me…”
As if what she spoke of wasn’t obvious enough to everyone’s sight, Elissa pointed at the ‘island’ of ice (or should I say ice-land?) that floated on the lake, a short smirk charmed to her lips as russet eyes looked at her students from beneath her hat’s brim. “That would be your goal. You will all attempt to create ice paths in order to travel over the lake, and if you wish, you may even use water-making spells to knock your opponents off. Yes, this is a race, and the first student to make it there will be our victor, and will of course receive a small price in the form of a nice amount of house points for their house...and no summer assignments for this class. Do try not to fall, and may the best witch or wizard win!”
All students got messages transfigured into house sparrows, which told them to meet Elissa (and her cat, Oz!) at the lake. There, a large ice block is now floating on the water, and the goal of the class is to reach it by creating ice paths. They can knock each other off with Aguamenti, and the first to reach the ice block wins the race, earning house points and no homework for summer break!
Elissa's outfit (+ Oz)
(See the next post for OOC instructions)
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To make things more interesting, students can also attempt to knock each other off their path by using an Aguamenti Spell, which’s success will also be determined by a roll. If the spell does succeed, the targeted student will need to roll to defend and see if they fall off their ice or not!
The first student to successfully cast an ice spell 3 consecutive times will win a nice price of 30 IC House Points and no summer homework for this class! (You’ll also get some OOC House Points of course!)
DICE ROLL SYSTEM:
Every time your student attempts to cast a spell, you must use a dice roll to see if they succeed. The results of these dice rolls in no way reflect your character's IC abilities for Transfiguration, as even if they don't do well, even the most skilled of students can have an off day or two.
To Create Your Ice Path: Glacius Spell
In order to create their ice path, your character will attempt to cast a Glacius Spell by rolling a two-sided dice (1d2), and the result of this roll will determine how successful they are. Each result will mean the following:
- Roll a 1: CAUTION! THIN ICE! The moment you step on it, it begins to crack, dropping you right into the water! It's time to start over. Better luck next time!
- Roll a 2: SUCCESS! A sturdy ice path forms before you. Continue onwards!
To Knock Down Your Opponents: Aguamenti Spell
If you wish for your character to attempt to knock down someone else, make sure to tag the character in question in your post's summary. The success of this will also be determined by rolling a two-sided dice, which's results will mean the following.
NOTE: You may continue creating your ice path and attack in the same post, but you must use two rolls and tag their meaning.
- Roll a 1: BACKFIRE! You manage to cast Aguamenti... but not in the direction you intended. The water is getting all over yourself, and be careful, because the ice might get slippery! (Caster rolls to dodge or defend)
- Roll a 2: SUCCESS! You cast a jet of water towards your intended target! (Target rolls to dodge or defend)
To Defend: Finite Incantatem Spell (or dodge)
If your character is the target of an Aguamenti (or if their spell backfires), they have two options: to try cast a counter-spell or to dodge the jet of water! Whatever your choice, you must roll a two-sided dice that will determine your success!
- Roll a 1: SPLASH! Whoops, looks like you weren't quick enough. Into the lake you go! Good luck starting over~
- Roll a 2: SUCCESS! You managed to avoid the attack! Continue onwards!
HOUSE POINT REWARD LIST:
Class threads are now worth double the OOC House Points! Just like events!
- Participation: 1 OOC Point for making your first post in the class, 5 IC points for good behaviour!
- Each one of your posts: 2 to 6 OOC Points depending on length (1 Paragraph = 2 OOC Point | 3 or more paragraphs = 6 OOC Points)
- Casting success: 1 OOC Point for your first casting success. 5 IC Points for succeeding at 1 Glacius and 1 Aguamenti spells.
- Extra Credit: 1 to 5 OOC and 1 to 10 IC Points to whoever is first to complete the challenges that may happen during class.
And that's all! I hope the instructions are simple enough to follow. If you do have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to message me on Skype, Discord, or shoot me a PM! I hope everyone has fun in this class!
Please remember to add an OOC summary at the end of every post!
THIS CLASS HAS NO SIGN UPS! EVERYONE IS WELCOME TO PARTICIPATE ❤
CLASS CREDIT (OOC REWARD H.P.) TALLY
Magnus Skjeggestad: 1
Mikkel Skjeggestad: 2
Nechtan McMahon: 2
Icarus St George: 1
Isaac Jackson: 1
Margo Drozdova: 1
Campbell Lithgow: 2
Ciprian Dalca: 2
Florian Hollis: 2
Gabriela Dalca: 2
Idys Ward: 1
Mia-Rose Linwood: 1
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So, carrying only her wand, she walked briskly up the stairs and out the castle door. She could already see some of her schoolmates gathered around the lake. Hoping she wasn't late--she had definitely budgeted enough time!--she joined the group, waiting for the professor to begin. Facing the bright sun to see the professor speak made her squint, and she hoped nobody thought she was scowling at them this time.
A challenge! As soon as the professor spoke, Mia-Rose's eyes gleamed, and the corners of her mouth turned up into a small smile. Her classmates wouldn't even know what was coming for them. She glanced around, sizing up her competition. The spell seemed simple enough, so maybe if she was quick enough, she could win the prize. Her House had gotten second place last term, beaten by those obnoxious Gryffindors, so it would be so nice to come first this time! She hoped her professor couldn't read her thoughts, though--it was better to stay in D'Este's good graces.
"I'll go first," Mia-Rose started, before she could think better of it. It would have been better to let someone else go first, that way she could have knocked them down at the start! She had to get this right, then, if she wanted to win. She pulled the wand from her pocket and stepped to the edge of the lake, careful not to get her shoes or robes in the water. So this was why they needed a towel. She'd have to do the spell just right if she didn't want to be soaked, so she focused all her attention at the lake. Steadying her hand and flicking her wand at the surface of the water in front of her, she pronounced a snappy "Glacius!"
In a rush to get to the lake, Mia-Rose decided she would be fine without a towel. She got excited about the prospect of the race, but got nervous when she actually volunteered to start it off, as she didn't want to embarrass herself or give herself a disadvantage. She attempted to cast her first ice spell.
Of course, the issue was that despite having shown up to and finished every single one of his exams, he still had to attend class, and apparently, this time around he had to do so at the lake, under the summer heat (which likely wasn’t even over fifteen degrees celsius, Nechtan stop being so whiny please), and had even been asked to wear sun cream. That’s right! That’s three things he hated, ladies and gents! What a grump. Maybe, under different circumstances, Nechtan would have liked the concept of that class. Maybe he would have considered it to be more amusing than all those boring theory classes, and maybe he would have even dared to have fun. But, as the situation had it, all the young lion could really think about was how badly he wanted to leave, for he knew there was a high chance that a certain Moth Skelton would show up. And when had he began to care so much about Moth’s presence, you might ask? Well, Nechtan wondered the same thing! All he knew was that he wanted to avoid the older boy at all cost, and that he really should have skipped class.
And yet he didn’t.
He was there: at the lake, standing on the dock as he listened to Professor D’Este’s explanations while trying to avoid looking at just about anyone else, his moss green eyes setting on the large piece of ice that floated on the water. Alright. That didn’t sound so bad. He could just make his way there quickly and get that class over with, right? Oh Nech, such wishful thinking. With a slight frown, he watched as a girl stepped forward to make a first attempt, only to create a layer of ice that looked rather thin and easy to break. “Or not,” he said quietly, and it was unclear if it was a response to the girl’s confident words or his own thoughts, turning to go find a place with less people where to make an attempt of his own. Most students began to do the same, scattering over the shore and almost fighting over the places that at least appeared to be closest to their goal. Nechtan, on the other hand, couldn’t have cared less for getting a position of advantage – not if it meant being close to most of the idiots in that class. Instead, he picked the emptiest spot possible, taking a deep breath as he took out his wand. ‘Here goes nothing, right?’ The boy thought, looking at the dark water before him and pronouncing a quite ”Glacius” with a single flick of his wand.
As always, Nech is a grump, and he’s very much annoyed about having class at the lake and under the sun >:c He also really really wants to avoid @Moth Skelton because reasons… so there’s that. Anyhow, he watches @Mia-Rose Linwood try her luck at their task before going to find an empty spot to make an attempt of his own!
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- Oh, Summer! It was delightful! The sunshine, the flowers, the grass, the colours. Everything seemed so much more alive in summer, and the saturation in the world just seemed to explode in a way that made Florian dizzy. And how could this little sunflower not adore the warmth and heat, when even the flowers themselves loved it? But of course, with heat must always come water, and so upon reading the Professor's plans for Transfiguration... the lake! In the sun? Were they swimming? Were they transfiguring the lake into a giant ice skating rink?! Such things seemed very difficult, but definitely would've been fun, and so like the wonderful little hopping bunny he is, Florian set off for the lake draped in smiles.
Surprisingly, he wasn't too far off with the whole "ice rink" idea. Despite his near-correctness, Flo couldn't help but feel a faint tingle in his stomach - the same nerves that always plagued him before an activity such as this... where magic would be performed in front of people. If he failed? If he couldn't cast anything at all? If he spent the whole lesson casting glacius after glacius only to freeze not even a single droplet of water? He nearly went red just thinking about it, but... watching the others so eagerly start to get involved made him sigh. He had to try, at least, right? And the Professor was right there - she surely wouldn't let him embarrass himself for too long... right? At the very least, he could go and sit by her and soak up the sun when his wand undoubtedly refused to do anything it was told. However... if he did win... well, it was unlikely, but the look on people's faces might make such foolish dreaming worth it! Florian Hollis, who could barely cast a simple Lumos, reaching that little ice-land first? The blush went away, those doubtful thoughts dissipated: he could do this.
With all the confidence a young, fluffy-haired Eagle such as himself could possess, Florian walked up to the waters edge and swished his wand pointedly. "Glacius!"
Florian's here! He's nervy bc "hey what if i mess it up ;_____; " but he's tempted by the idea of getting there first and basking in his glory. summertime boyo casts his first glacius B )
Yet, as it happened, it seemed as if even classes like Transfiguration could have silver linings, for the moment Mikkel opened and read the short sparrow-shaped message sent by Professor D’Este, he actually found himself smiling. Of all places at Hogwarts, the lake was without a doubt one the lion’s favourites, and anyone could guess that if a lesson was going take place at such a location, it would likely have little to do with theory and much more to do with practice. Excellent. Of course, his suspicions were confirmed once he arrived at the docks, raising a single brow as he listened to the explanations given by Gryffindor’s own Head of House. A race.
Honestly, that was all it took.
His own competitive spirit awakened by the words as he gazed at the ice that was supposed to be their goal, a short and arguably terrifying smirk creeping its way into his expression with every single attempt he watched. Too bad they weren’t supposed to swim to the ice block, or Mikkel was sure he would have won without a question. But that would have been cheating, wouldn’t it? And although such things weren’t beneath him, competitions were somehow always more fun when won without trickery – who would have thought Mikkel Skjeggestad actually had a speck of honesty within him! So, stopping himself from casting Water-Making spells to knock people down for mere entertainment, the Norwegian made his way towards an emptier spot of the shore, bringing out his wand to cast a simple ’Glacius’ just as he was supposed. And truth be told, he couldn’t have cared less about having no homework or earning House Points; this was about the competition itself and nothing more...
Mikkel is way too competitive and he really wishes they could swim to the ice block c’: Basically, he gives no damns about the prices and is just excited because this is a race (Oh boy)
Aaaaand….it was a race.
Some people seemed awfully excited about it, and all Icarus’ sedentary and lazy self could do was wonder why, as the thought of having to walk over a lake on an ice path sounded like nothing more than a hazard. Then again, it was all for the sake of having no homework, and he did have to admit that was a pretty tempting reward. Plus, who didn’t love a water gun fight? Specially when all you needed to do to was cast a single spell and you had all the water for which you could possibly ask. Once again, as Icarus often came to realize, magic was convenient for just about any situation in life, including a water fight. For a Transfiguration lesson, it really wasn’t all that bad, and particularly not when considering some of the people who were attending that class.
“Oh! Nice job, Florian!” He called out to his friend with one of those usual cheerful smiles. Obviously because he was one of the people the badger liked the most in that class and totally not because every single time he saw Florian Hollis he couldn’t help but think of that short kiss they shared during the Spring season’s second Quidditch match. Yeah. Totally not because of that. “I’ll give it a shot!” Icarus declared then, bringing out his wand and standing at the water’s edge. Generally, he was quite good when it came to casting spells, but everyone had an off day once in a while… specially when being distracted, and specially during a class like Transfiguration where distractions didn’t seem to be allowed – unless of course one wanted to end up with a disaster. Oh well, what was the worst that could happen? Worst case scenario, he’d make a fool of himself, and honestly, didn’t he already kind of do that in the day to day?
Icarus is like ‘uuuuuuuuuugh work’, but also ‘oooooooooooh Florian’ and is very distracted by the likes of @Florian Hollis
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So, needless to say, once the blue-haired witch found out that Transfiguration class would take place at the lake, she was excited. She showed up exactly when asked, with a rainbow-patterned towel wrapped around her shoulders, wearing sun cream, and even with star-shaped sunglasses (because you know, if you’re going to be outside, you obviously need sunglasses!). There was already a smile on her face as the class began, but it only grew wider and brighter with every explanation given by the professor, joy shimmering in her eyes and almost bouncing with excitement by the time they were allowed to begin with that little competition. Now, the truth was that Idys couldn’t have cared less about racing, or about winning, or about not having homework for the summer. And although the extra house points did sound like a nice reward, they paled in comparison to the real reward of all that. Which was obviously the fun.
That’s right. Idys was there for the fun. And she found herself grinning with joy as she stared down at the water, finding what she considered to be a nice spot where to begin her path towards the ice block.… Iceberg? Whatever it was! Technicalities didn’t matter! What mattered was casting Glacius, and hey, maybe they would even see a few mermaids if they were lucky! Oh wait… Would the mermaids be upset with them for freezing the surface of the lake? She really hoped not, the last thing Idys would have wanted was to make mermaids upset! Oh, but back to the spell...Bringing out her wand, the small witch took a deep breath, pronouncing a joyful ”Glacius!” as she pointed it towards the surface of the lake.
Idys is… well, Idys. And she’s very excited (as always?) because she likes Transfiguration a whole lot. She hopes they’ll get to see some mermaids while also being slightly worried about upsetting them because… you know… they’re kind of freezing the roof of their home or something like that. Idk… Idys logic, ya know?
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Regardless, the issue here was that Transfiguration was actually one of Campbell’s favourite classes. Not because he had a fondness for turning animals into this or that object, but because he enjoyed seeing all the theory behind every single spell, and how everything functioned with logic. Aside from Alchemy, it was probably the closest thing to science that would ever be taught at Hogwarts. And why was this a problem? Well… because despite Campbell’s own fondness for Transfiguration and its theory, Professor D’Este had always seemed like someone who chose a more practical approach, many of her classes involving tasks with which the boy would have much rather not gotten involved. Like a race. Over a lake. On ice.
Leave it to a former Gryffindor to come up with some ludicrously dangerous competition and make it into a class, right?
What if the ice broke? What if a student didn’t know how to swim? What if someone slipped and broke their ankle or something worse? Oh god. What if their actions annoyed the merpeople? Or the Grindylows? Or even worse… the giant squid? Yes, Campbell was indeed a bit of a worrywart, and as he watched other students begin to make their attempts, he could do nothing but press his lips together, wondering if he should come up with an excuse to leave class and not participate in all that. Although, knowing Professor D’Este, something like that would likely not be allowed. What was it that the note had said again? ’No exceptions. No tardiness. And no absentees.’ Well darn. With a sigh, Campbell made his way towards a less busy spot of the lake’s shore, bringing out his wand and holding firmly onto its handle before muttering a rather unsure ‘Glacius”. Honestly, he was pretty sure this class would be his doom.
Campbell has about 1000 things to worry about and they all have to do with this class. He finds an empty spot and tries cast Glacius while also being very unsure (Boy, just try to have some fun ;-;)
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- Much to his surprise, the spell worked. Florian blinked, stared for a brief moment, and outstretched his foot gingerly onto the ice. A gentle tap tap with his toes, tenderly testing the frozen water until he deemed it safe enough to put all his weight on, then he waited for a second. Rocked gently on his heels - was he being too paranoid about this? Apparently so, because the ice held him up and Florian stayed nice and dry above the water. With a beaming smile, he looked up to see if anybody had seen that; and sure enough he heard a familiar voice call out to him.
“Oh! Nice job, Florian!”
Waving at Icarus, grinning wildly at his own surprising competency, Florian practically bounced in his excitement. Then he remembered he was on ice and, despite his spell seemingly working so far, he didn't want to chance things by jumping around. - there was still time to fall into the water and soak his adorably fluffy hair, today! Taking a deep breath and forcing himself not to think about Icarus anymore - as lovely as his Hufflepuff friend was, this needed concentration! He didn't have the time to think about Icarus' smile, or how nice his hair looked today. He definitely didn't have time to think about kissing him, as he had at Quidditch! No time for any of that at all, of course.
Getting his head back in the game, Florian gripped his wand outstretched at the water in front of his bridge.
"Okay--" He mumbled to himself. "I just have to do what I just did, but do it again. That seems simple." He swished his wand... "Glacius!"
FLORIAN IS REALLY DAMN PROUD OF HIS ICE, and gets distratced by the always cute @Icarus St George, but he's determined to win so off he goes again!
When their teacher began to explain, Magnus' gaze locked onto the ice block and he felt a sharp grin work it's way over his mouth. If only she, or any of them, knew that the Skjeggestad twins swam in near-freezing water for fun. He thought briefly about wanting to simply jump in the water, but apparently that was not allowed. Regardless, there was now something burning in him. He glanced at Mikkel, and saw whatever it was that burned, in his brother as well. Of course. They were identical in every way except the ones that arguably mattered the most: truth, and lies. He felt a hot streak of adrenaline and competition itch inside him.
D'Este gave the go-ahead, and Magnus leisurely walked to a gap in the crowd near his brother. "Going to swim?" He called to Mikkel jovially, but there was the edge in his voice that always came out when the twins were in competition. However, they were saved by the handful of other children competing with them- had it been just the two of them, pitted against each other as always, things may have been different. Magnus would not have been smiling like he did then, bathed in the golden sun, the clatter of pebbles underfoot, the clamor of a crowd and of a dozen uttered spells.
"Glacius," He said evenly, with concentration. Magic came from you, from your core, and thus he let it out.
Magnus is competitive and heckling his brother already! @Mikkel Skjeggestad
They'll be trampled down and torn apart.
As ruthless as it all may seem,
The wild cares not for the weaker beings.
- Being a good fiancée was something that Margo took quite seriously. Not in any feudal sense of "she had to be a good woman for her man", or even wanting to be a good wife: she was simply very, very in the fact that her husband-to-be was a wonderful, lovely person whom she adored and wanted to make happy. His smile? Beautiful. His knowledge? Boundless. His dorkiness? Infinite. There were many, many, many, MANY charming parts of Campbell and, sadly, so few people who seemed to see them in the way that Margo did. However, on top of all of his positives, he was such a worrier. She only had to mention Grigoriy and he seemed to immediatley tense up: her brother was an asshole, of course (albeit a loveable one), but did Cam really have to act as though he feared Grisha would come into his room at night and shove a pillow over his mouth? Perhaps he would: Margo didn't pretend to know her brother's every motive, but despite this she still thought it was silly of Campbell to worry so much. Perhaps it was a Scottish thing... or, more realistically, a Lithgow thing.
She had left her cloak far, far away in her bedside table back in the dorms, because today was ridiculously warm and who wanted to carry around all that extra mostly-black weight in the summer sun? Not Margo, that was for sure. With her hair pulled neatly (well, for Margo) into a bun, she had prepared herself for whatever Professor D'Este had in store. An ice race sounded like a damn lot of fun, but so did getting totally soaked in the water - even if it might have pissed the merpeople off. She was eager and drew her wand, only to notice the darling fiancé who often swamped her thoughts was also attending - like the good boy he was - and also giving the activity a go! So, what was that about being a good fiancée? Being kind and thoughtful, being nice and friendly, and... shooting your loved one with jets of water? Was that considered mean? Definitely! Was it hilarious? Fooooor sure.
Making sure to position herself within good sight and range of the young Master Lithgow, she prepared her wand as though ready to start glacius-ing. Then she turned slightly, waved and grinned in the direction of her darling husband-to-be, and called.
"Hey, Campbell! You're doing great, Дорогой! Careful not to slip~" and following her comments, out came a friendly "Aguamenti!" and a stream of water. As though calmly ignoring the chaos that she had surely caused, she cast a quick glacius for good measure, too. Surely nobody would splash her in revenge!
margo is a really good wife-to-be so she casts aguamenti at poor, suffering @Campbell Lithgow. then she starts making her ice bridge as though nothing happened.... lmao
Regardless, he strolled down the lawns with his sleeves rolled up and golden tie loosened, lifted a little by the breeze. Begrudgingly, he had also been wearing his uniform, which he had mussed up enough to be passable by him and also passable to teachers, which was truly a balancing act. His pants caught burrs stuck to the grass here and there as he went towards the gathering group of students either lounging or milling about by the lake front and noticed a certain Icarus St George amongst their ranks. He was a Hufflepuff, would have been in Isaac's year had Isaac not failed, and was most certainly a looker. He was also akin to a puppy in the way that he chased after people, smiling and happy until they ignored him, which was harsh- but something someone had to get used to regardless. Isaac hopped down the bank onto the pebbles with a stony clatter and flounced his way up to his fellow 'puff.
"Hey Icky, how're you doing?" He smiled in a way that was edged with heat, his eyes heavily lidded, just that smallest bit flirtatious with the larger bit of the smile being friendly- however, Isaac knew he was a whole snack and it showed. When the teacher started to explain their circumstances, Isaac's brows raised. He derived his attention briefly from Icarus- whom was so much more fascinating- and to D'Este and cocked his head slightly. Ah, an ice path?
"Not my gay ass," He muttered softly. It was just now getting warm out and she was telling them to take the risk of plunging into the ice cold lake instead of hopefully reaching a big-ass ice block in the middle? Sounded like he was doomed to be chilly just as he was enjoying the sunshine. Isaac raised his hand to ask a question that really would have just been a smartass remark, but she had already given the order to go and thus he walked towards the shore near to Icarus- and he watched the boy call to another looker that Isaac knew of.
Oh. He could see what was going on here. A devilish smile blossomed on him as he watched the two interact. It was achingly sweet, and adorable, and very puppy-ish. Which was hilarious to him, seeing as most of his interactions with the same sex involved broom closets, steamy kisses, and other things. For a moment, Isaac settled on being a good person and not doing anything about it, but that moment very quickly passed and he swatted Icarus on the shoulder before he could do anything to stop his indulgence and said, "You two smooched on KissCam didn't you? You should chase that, babe, get yourself some Florian for your very own, yeah?" It was quick, chirrupy, he was smiling all-too-knowingly. "Between you and I? You've got exceptional taste, but get your confidence up," He began to back up, giving a few paces between himself and the water. "bravado is like... eighty percent of how I've seduced my lovers,"
Then, Isaac looked up at the aforementioned Florian Hollis himself and called, "Good job! Get 'em, tiger! And you," He paused to look at Icarus, "Get your tiger, you feel me?" He took a few quick steps and pointed at the water, uttering a sharp, "Glacius!" Before, if successful, he'd hit the ice and slide!
Isaac is being a little shit per usual and teasing @Icarus St George and @Florian Hollis for being all heart eyes at each other!!!
every good thing I kill it dead
I'm a hooligan
Out in the street making a mess.
Yes, he had actually bothered with applying sun cream, just like Professor D’Este had asked – which truly, was kind of strange in itself. Was she their mother or something? She really didn’t look like the kind of person to have a single speck of maternal instinct in her system. Either way, he had applied sun cream generously, just like he had done every single summer day since that one time when he had gotten so sunburned as a kid that he couldn’t even sleep (because, obviously, it had hurt like a bitch). And yes, Ciprian also knew that summers at Scotland weren’t even that bad, that it could have been much worse and that he probably shouldn’t have been complaining when he could have been living at a desert or something like that. But honestly, he felt as if he was. In fact, as he listened to D’Este’s explanations, he felt as if he was standing in the wastelands of mothereffin’ Tatooine and under the scorching heat of its twins suns (or the wastelands of Jakku and its single sun, if one was a sequels fan), and with every second that passed, he felt an increasing need to jump into the dark waters of the lake, really hoping they would get to do just that.
Nope. Apparently not.
“Oh fuck me,” Ciprian whispered to himself the moment the professor announced the lesson was in fact going to consist of a race. As while the eagle was actually quite decent when it came to casting spells, physical activities definitely weren’t his thing – unless, of course, we’re talking about the kind of physical activities that took place in the bedroom (and no, not playing DDR or Twister… although he did find the former to be quite entertaining). Anyways... With a quirked brow, Ciprian watched as most began their attempts to create ice paths, some succeeding and some not, and really, he almost wanted to join the professor’s cat under the shade that distant tree and watch that whole ordeal. Because it looked absolutely ridiculous so far. “Damn, we’re going full on Frozen up in here,” he commented as he brought out his wand, stopping himself from singing his best rendition of ’Do You Want To Build A Snowman?’ before casting a Freezing spell. Perhaps, if he got to the ice block quickly, he could return to the castle and to hiding from that sunlight that threatened to ruin his pretty
Ciprian and sunlight really don’t get along, and he’s pretty sure he’s going to end up red like a lobster despite wearing sunblock c’: He has some very much needed Frozen references for this race and stops himself from singing before casting a Glacius spell~
There was no hope for a movie day, and even less hope of bailing out of class now that she was here. All the spunky eagle could smell was sunscreen, hating the way it made her clothes stick to her skin. Even as a small child she had always hated the damn gross white goop, but it was something of a necessity if she had any plans of being mobile the next day. It was a lesson that the Dalca girl had learned on numerous occasions, each time tempting fate and regretting it shortly after. Having such a fair complexion left Gabby at odds with the sun, but hey her tattoos looked fucking rad as hell. Speaking of pale kids covered in tattoos, there was Ciprian and Gabby had to sudden impulse to lovingly shove her younger brother into the lake. At the very least it seemed she would have the chance to blast her brother into the lake and that sounded pretty sun.
Directions and incentives had been given out and the truthfully Gabby wasn’t all that worried about homework, there were more important things that needed to be attended to. Like beating her brother to the ice island thing or blasting him into the lake before he could get there himself. “Don’t slip.” the tattooed girl offered to her baby brother with a wink before stepping up to the lake herself. After another few moments of moping about still being outside the eagle pulled out her own wand. ”Glacius,” the incantation came out in a neutral tone.
Gabby is here and not all about being outside, she's pretty stoked she can blast people into the lake though so bonus points there. Lets see if she gets to fall in the lake or not ^^
...and then she got an idea. If she could knock some of them down a peg--literally--then she'd show them. She scanned the lake for anyone who would make a satisfying splash when they were thrown off the edge of their ice. It probably wasn't smart to target a prefect, so she skipped over the Ravenclaw girl. But there, on an emptier spot of the shore, an older Gryffindor who looked particularly invested in the competition. That would be fun. She crouched behind a bush so he wouldn't even see who had hit him. Poking only her wand and her eyes around the edge, she declared, "Aguamenti!" Staying behind the bush, just in case, she turned to the lake and cast another "Glacius!", hoping the spell wouldn't get the better of her this time.
Mia-Rose is pretty upset about failing her first Glacius spell, and decides to take it out on @Mikkel Skjeggestad, who she thinks looks like big competition. She hides so that he won't see who did it, and casts an Aguamenti at him, then a Glacius for herself.
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