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Angie · 08-02-2017, 04:38 PM

Though he'd invested months into the competition, though he'd known and experienced firsthand the stakes, it wasn't until he sat in the crowd and really allowed to soak everything in that the magnitude of the whole thing hit him; for the first time since he'd been chosen. It was better this way, perhaps; but it didn't make it any less surreal.

He scarcely heard Daisy when she approached, and only turned to look at her when he saw the regular bottle containing milkshake. His smile was weak, a result still of of near dehydration and the general mental exhaustion. "I have been resting." Not necessarily a lie. He'd stopped stressing considerably after surviving a dementor. The stress relief hadn't been permanent, of course; there had been plenty of that for the third challenge. But after the first one, Levi had breathed easily. "But... yes. I know what you mean." He accepted the milkshake--pointedly ignoring that sugar was the last thing he needed at the moment--, his fingers consciously brushing hers and lingering there for a beat longer than was needed.

There were more words, possibly, that he wanted to say to her. Thanks for the support, for being by me every step of the way. But he was nearly dehydrated, and he was tired--and he was not very good at expressing himself in that particular regard. He was not... wordy, with his feelings--at the very least, he was not flowery about them, and this felt like the sort of moment that ought to have included--romance? Maybe, a little. And so there was relief when they were interrupted, however briefly. He felt--guilty, absolutely, especially given who had interrupted them, and the way his stomach relaxed the knot it'd begun to twist itself into, but. The voice of his mentor, Healer Reed, had him lifting his gaze from Daisy to look at the man, his cheeks coloring pink at the compliment. Not that it would have been too easy to notice; after an hour under the harsh African sun, his skin had grown noticeably browner, and his cheeks and nose were a gloosy red--the first hint that rather than tanning, he'd burnt. There were no words to offer the school healer, and he merely let go of the the bottle of water he held, lifting his hand to keep the ice pack pressed to the back of his neck.

After all, there were more important things happening.

Valerie collapsing wasn't necessarily a surprise. Neither was the crowd that gathered around her once, including Lachlan Wheeler and Brent Westwood. Levi was surprised to see that Jesus Rodriguez hadn't joined the group, but a quick survey of the area told him that he'd gone to Kyle, who--did he have his arms in a sling? But Healer Reed was quick to make it to Valerie, along with Moxley and Hawthorne. He huddled closer to Daisy, tempted to do the right thing but also too tired to get up and walk or muster any magic that could possibly help the Ilvermorny boy. So, he merely stayed where he was, doing a quick survey of his surroundings. He waved at Olivia Phillips, and thought he saw Dora Umbridge smile at him before making an exit. Althea and Nicholas seemed to be leaving, too, though no longer holding hands, and he found it strange his sister would leave before the poitns were announced, but whatever.

It wasn't like they'd be waiting much longer, it seemed.

Headmistress Hawthorne was very dramatic with how she went about announcing the results, and Levi couldn't help but the chuckle about it, on Daisy's shoulder. He was not sure why it was even funny; or if it was funny at all, if the amusement was just a result of nerves getting the best of him. But the chuckling stopped when Brent was announced in fourth place, both a relief and also a regret. He would have wanted his fellow Hogwarts competitor to place higher than the fourth one out of four, but--he was also indisputably pleased it wasn't him. And, anyway, it was four out of sixteen; Levi was unclear on how they were being scored, but the fifth year had done very well.

That Valerie came in third was a surprise and--the rest was a bit of a blur. Hawthorne was heading for him and Kyle, somehow finding a middle ground between the two. Levi found himself straightening and standing up, ice pack still pressed to the back of his neck. It was a strange feeling, to be named second best; his logical mind requested to see numbers and facts--explanations. He'd ended the best out of the Hogwarts competitors, yet it hadn't been enough to make him come out on top. But the truth remained that he had come out the best out of the chosen Hogwarts students and, that, well, he did not need a scholarship the way Kyle Baker maybe did. And his result in the competition would, regardless, make for an impressive point in his application for--whatever it was he chose to do after graduation.

It was all good.

With some effort, Levi placed the milkshake on Daisy's lap, shot her a small smile and mouthed an 'I'll be back' before heading off. On his way to Kyle Baker, Levi passed by Brent Westwood, and offered him a nod and smile. The Ilvermorny competitor--the Horned Serpent--was shaking hands with the headmistress and was accompanied by Jesus Rodriguez, when he arrived. Levi nodded a Hawthorne, smiled at the Thunderbird guy and extended his free hand to Kyle. "Congratulations." He shot a pointed look at the shoulder. "Healer Reed is available now, I think." Levi looked over his shoulder, unnecessarily; he knew Valerie was already. He'd caught her look after the results had been announced, and returned one of his own in kind. "Bet it hurts a lot now that this is over." Adrenaline gone and all that.

Speaking of which, there was a weird pain settling in his lower back, and he thought back to the challenge and--oh, yes. He had fallen on his backside, and quite ungracefully, too. Which was somehow worse than being caught crying on those two previous challenges, if his ego was to be believed.

Great.

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Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	There are a several of mentions here, aaaaaahhhh. Wowza! Though he'd invested months into the competition, though he'd known and experienced firsthand the stakes, it wasn't until he sat in the crowd and really allowed to soak everything in that the magnitude of the whole thing hit him; for the first time since he'd been chosen. It was better this way, perhaps; but it didn't make it any less surreal. He scarcely heard Daisy when she approached, and only turned to look at her when he saw the regular bottle containing milkshake. His smile was weak, a result still of of near dehydration and the general mental exhaustion. "I have been resting." Not necessarily a lie. He'd stopped stressing considerably after surviving a dementor. The stress relief hadn't been permanent, of course; there had been plenty of that for the third challenge. But after the first one, Levi had breathed easily. "But... yes. I know what you mean." He accepted the milkshake--pointedly ignoring that sugar was the last thing he needed at the moment--, his fingers consciously brushing hers and lingering there for a beat longer than was needed. There were more words, possibly, that he wanted to say to her. Thanks for the support, for being by me every step of the way. But he was nearly dehydrated, and he was tired--and he was not very good at expressing himself in that particular regard. He was not... wordy, with his feelings--at the very least, he was not flowery about them, and this felt like the sort of moment that ought to have included--romance? Maybe, a little. And so there was relief when they were interrupted, however briefly. He felt--guilty, absolutely, especially given who had interrupted them, and the way his stomach relaxed the knot it'd begun to twist itself into, but. The voice of his mentor, Healer Reed, had him lifting his gaze from Daisy to look at the man, his cheeks coloring pink at the compliment. Not that it would have been too easy to notice; after an hour under the harsh African sun, his skin had grown noticeably browner, and his cheeks and nose were a gloosy red--the first hint that rather than tanning, he'd burnt. There were no words to offer the school healer, and he merely let go of the the bottle of water he held, lifting his hand to keep the ice pack pressed to the back of his neck. After all, there were more important things happening. Valerie collapsing wasn't necessarily a surprise. Neither was the crowd that gathered around her once, including Lachlan Wheeler and Brent Westwood. Levi was surprised to see that Jesus Rodriguez hadn't joined the group, but a quick survey of the area told him that he'd gone to Kyle, who--did he have his arms in a sling? But Healer Reed was quick to make it to Valerie, along with Moxley and Hawthorne. He huddled closer to Daisy, tempted to do the right thing but also too tired to get up and walk or muster any magic that could possibly help the Ilvermorny boy. So, he merely stayed where he was, doing a quick survey of his surroundings. He waved at Olivia Phillips, and thought he saw Dora Umbridge smile at him before making an exit. Althea and Nicholas seemed to be leaving, too, though no longer holding hands, and he found it strange his sister would leave before the poitns were announced, but whatever. It wasn't like they'd be waiting much longer, it seemed. Headmistress Hawthorne was very dramatic with how she went about announcing the results, and Levi couldn't help but the chuckle about it, on Daisy's shoulder. He was not sure why it was even funny; or if it was funny at all, if the amusement was just a result of nerves getting the best of him. But the chuckling stopped when Brent was announced in fourth place, both a relief and also a regret. He would have wanted his fellow Hogwarts competitor to place higher than the fourth one out of four, but--he was also indisputably pleased it wasn't him. And, anyway, it was four out of sixteen; Levi was unclear on how they were being scored, but the fifth year had done very well. That Valerie came in third was a surprise and--the rest was a bit of a blur. Hawthorne was heading for him and Kyle, somehow finding a middle ground between the two. Levi found himself straightening and standing up, ice pack still pressed to the back of his neck. It was a strange feeling, to be named second best; his logical mind requested to see numbers and facts--explanations. He'd ended the best out of the Hogwarts competitors, yet it hadn't been enough to make him come out on top. But the truth remained that he had come out the best out of the chosen Hogwarts students and, that, well, he did not need a scholarship the way Kyle Baker maybe did. And his result in the competition would, regardless, make for an impressive point in his application for--whatever it was he chose to do after graduation. It was all good. With some effort, Levi placed the milkshake on Daisy's lap, shot her a small smile and mouthed an 'I'll be back' before heading off. On his way to Kyle Baker, Levi passed by Brent Westwood, and offered him a nod and smile. The Ilvermorny competitor--the Horned Serpent--was shaking hands with the headmistress and was accompanied by Jesus Rodriguez, when he arrived. Levi nodded a Hawthorne, smiled at the Thunderbird guy and extended his free hand to Kyle. "Congratulations." He shot a pointed look at the shoulder. "Healer Reed is available now, I think." Levi looked over his shoulder, unnecessarily; he knew Valerie was already. He'd caught her look after the results had been announced, and returned one of his own in kind. "Bet it hurts a lot now that this is over." Adrenaline gone and all that. Speaking of which, there was a weird pain settling in his lower back, and he thought back to the challenge and--oh, yes. He had fallen on his backside, and quite ungracefully, too. Which was somehow worse than being caught crying on those two previous challenges, if his ego was to be believed. Great. __________________