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Much as Will knew he should be looking for his mates, he couldn't help but drop into the seat next to the dark-haired Aslan. Khalil hadn't made his presence known, which meant he hadn't arrived yet, and Maddox was busy making a public spectacle of himself. And Aslan had this interesting habit of looking disinterested and completely engaged. It sort of sucked that something like that worked on a chap.
"Who're you rooting for? I mean, in particular," he leaned back on the plank and crossed an arm behind her, but it wasn't possessive so much as an excuse to huddle a bit closer. "I'll share my secrets and you share yours." Not that he had any really good secrets about his classmates, but he could share his impressions. And he liked when she talked. With words. At him.
Ladies man, obviously.
Will leaned forward and cupped his free hand to his mouth. "Get that Ilvermorny spirit up, Mads!" He heartily approved of cheerleaders and spirit. Especially since it made Miss Madelyn glow with happiness at being useful.
the challenge progresses slowly, like treacle pouring out of a jar. The anticipation was building sending goosebumps down her spine. Her dark eyes flicked from screen to screen watching each champion in turn but her eyes always found their way back to screens showing her fellow students, detached as she felt from it all, there was some apprehension bubbling in lower belly. Did they know? they were walking into a trap.
the crowd was cheering, Aslan kept her thoughts to herself. The Americans had no senses of self-preservation or self-control and treated the task at hand like some playful jaunt in the park, aslan knew very well it was meant to entertain but the fact of the matter remained the same this wasn't a game of
Quidditch or
Quodpot.
The Gryffindor leaned forward in her seat, arms resting on her knees and the Levi flag still held loosely in hand. Keen? Eager? more like, fascinated but that wasn't quite it ether- she dipped into her bag of chips and swallowed up the last one, washing it now with a gulp of cool butterbeer. Messy eater, she was licking the lick from her fingers when
Will.... What was his last name? She couldn't recall him mentioning it but she was certain it existed in the same way she was certain of the blood in her veins and the cool October wind.
in answer, she gave the little flag a wave. "Levi Kenning, I suppose... and Dora Umbridge, but i wouldn't say I was rooting for ether." rooting implied something like enthusiasm and a personal stake, she had neither. She raised an unruly brow, expression mild but questioning. "that's a large assumption to make." She didn't sit back, a glance told her his arm was settled comfortably around her seat and Aslan wasn't sure if it she felt indifferent to it or not.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kathleen Yang was chewing hardcore at her nails.
this was intense? did all the school tasks or tests or whatever they were calling them, were all of them gonna be this creepy? Part of her loved it, the other part was pretty worried for Aiden and Irene. and the other part? was busy thinking about how much this whole scenario reminded her of Chapter 189 of Furūto no akuma when Ren and Kyosuke had been forced into a death trap with only their magical instruments and their wits by the Toramaru Gang- wait or was that Chapter 193? She'd need to reread that chapter when she got back to the beetle later in the night.
Anyway, Maddox was being an idiot and she saw absolutely no sign of Langley, Khalil or any of her new hogwarts friends so the brunette just kept to herself, chewing her fingernails and mentally berating herself for now bringing gloves or binoculars.