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Originally Posted by Cassirin

Copernicus brought back the parchment and quills and set them on the ground near the paints before grabbing Livvy up in a big hug. "There you go, Plym. Write your love a letter and we'll send out an invitation."

He ruffled Livvy's hair. "And you... need help with your tent?"

Plymouth took the parchment and set straight to work, painting a big RED.... note to Daphne.

... hehehe


"Oh TENT help?! Me and Copernicus are EXPERT Tent-putter-uppers!" TRUTH.

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Originally Posted by Daffy.Potter

EEEP. Maybe it had been a silly question. All her questions always seemed silly when they were directed towards Plymouth because these questions were meant for normal people and CLEARLY... Plymouth wasn't exactly what people would call normal. And so obviously... her question would seem ridiculous in Plymouth's point of view. Crazy boy. But Livvy loved him to death.

She snorted and giggled a bit at Plymouth as he seemed to look offended at her ridiculous question. Ohyes. How silly. Livvy should've known. "Of couuuuurrse. Plus if you refused me paint, I would throw a fit," she said, sticking her nose slightly into the air and then sat down on the patch of grass next to the boy.

"So what do I get to be?"



Love letter? "To whom is Plymouth writing a love letter to?" Livvy asked, grinning as Copernicus came over and ooof! picked her up into a big hug. She laughed and hugged him back. "Good to see you too." Livvy squeezed the boy one last time and then let go. It was GREAT to see them again. She hadn't realized how much she had missed them until now. If Plymouth wasn't already half-covered in paint, she would've hugged him toooo.

"Why yes, please!" Livvy said, cheerfully and then bent her head down as Copernicus ruffled her hair. Of course. He always seemed to do that when he was around her. Not that she didn't like it of course. It was like his trademark type thingie.

"You get to be... green. Green. You'll be green. I like green. And I'll paint a butterfly on your cheek if you want." Plymouth set up his parchment on his knee, all the while sending little furtive glances across the field.

"To my girrrrrrrlfriend. You know, Daphne," Plymouth answered Livvy. While they waited, he used his red paintbrush on his knee. He was partially red-chested... and now he had a red knee.

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Originally Posted by Ama

Why couldn't things be easier? Why couldn't they have wasted their money in more important things? Like, for example, making an actual proper-meant-to-be-walked-on path instead of hiring beefy guys to intimidate little girls? HMMM?

WISHING she could blast the ground as she stomped, mourning the pitiful state of her shoes (which will be taken care of as soon as she found human life), Daphne cursed Quidditch. CURSE IT CURSE IT CURSE IT CURSE IT CURSE IT.

And it was hot. And her shoulders felt like they were already sunburned. And her shorts weren't helping keeping her cool. And Plymouth was half-naked. And...Plymouth was half-naked.

And....Livvy was there.

Daphne cursed Quidditch. CURSE IT CURSE IT CURSE IT CURSE IT CURSE IT.

Plymouth HOPPED up quickly and sent a "Ohhh lookit" feigned surprise look at Copernicus. "Hehe."

"DAPHADIL! What.... what's... why ..." Why was she wearing HIGH HEELS in a FIELD??? Plymouth actually knew better than to vocalize such questions, but he was STARING at her feet.

Well hmmmm. Someone was lying to him, or else Daphne was remarkably psychic. And if Daphne was here, did that mean Cel might show up too? HMMM?

"Daphne Hopton!" What was she wearing on her feet? Was she insane? Plymouth would have to set her straight... which would never happen. "Good to see you, Daphne. Do you... have a tent?"

He winked at Livvy. "Let's give them a second and I'll give you a hand with your tent. Hehehe.

"We're not doing this by magic because; 1. I would probably set the tent on fire, 2. I'm underage, and 3. there's to be as little magic as possible on the Campsite today as to not attract muggles." Aaron's uncle Ben informed him on all the rules that were being forced specifically for this event.

Aaron looked down at his shoes, "Erm... My mom made them. She makes wizard's clothes, don't cha know? So they're Anderson brand." Aaron laughed at the thought of he discussing shoes.

SPOILER!!: Quotesies

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

Plymouth took the parchment and set straight to work, painting a big RED.... note to Daphne.

... hehehe


"Oh TENT help?! Me and Copernicus are EXPERT Tent-putter-uppers!" TRUTH.




"You get to be... green. Green. You'll be green. I like green. And I'll paint a butterfly on your cheek if you want." Plymouth set up his parchment on his knee, all the while sending little furtive glances across the field.

"To my girrrrrrrlfriend. You know, Daphne," Plymouth answered Livvy. While they waited, he used his red paintbrush on his knee. He was partially red-chested... and now he had a red knee.




Plymouth HOPPED up quickly and sent a "Ohhh lookit" feigned surprise look at Copernicus. "Hehe."

"DAPHADIL! What.... what's... why ..." Why was she wearing HIGH HEELS in a FIELD??? Plymouth actually knew better than to vocalize such questions, but he was STARING at her feet.

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

Well hmmmm. Someone was lying to him, or else Daphne was remarkably psychic. And if Daphne was here, did that mean Cel might show up too? HMMM?

"Daphne Hopton!" What was she wearing on her feet? Was she insane? Plymouth would have to set her straight... which would never happen. "Good to see you, Daphne. Do you... have a tent?"

He winked at Livvy. "Let's give them a second and I'll give you a hand with your tent. Hehehe.

GREEN?! Livvy liked greeenn... Oh yes she did. But she also wanted blue because she was a Ravenclaw. The 'Claw power never rested. The pride went everywhere she went. BUTTERFLY? MHM? Personally Livvy thought butterflies were too girly, but since Plymouth offered...? What was wrong with the boy. He was like spazzing out, his head flinging around, looking at the rest of the field.

Expecting someone... maybe?

"Oh yeah! Daphne! Lovely gal. I haven't seen her quite in a bit. Hope she comes," she said, smiling. And she wasn't joking. Livvy hoped that her social circle would expand and she would make more friends because well... she just failed at making friends. And for some reason, Livvy just had a feeling that Daphne wasn't too fond of her. She didn't know why... it was just a feeling. But maybe she was just paranoid. Definitely.

Oh and look who came! "Hello Daphne!" Livvy greeted, cheerfully at the girl as she came over. And AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! The shoes! HORRORHORRORHORROR. Livvy, who hardly ever wore shoes that were more than an inch or an inch and a half thick, was staring at the shoes Daphne wore with her jaw dropped open.

But then her attention was drawn back to Copernicus as he spoke to her, her mind still on the crazy shoes. They were sort of.. um... in a field. Those type of shoes just weren't suited for this... place. Or... day. Or. Back to Perni.

She breathed and smiled, nodding her head. "I think that'd be good. Might take a while for Plymouth to stop staring at her shoes and then for them to launch into a dramatic reunion!"

"So, my aunt pointed her wand at our tent and poof," she did jazz hands again in a magical sense. "It's up," she dropped them down to start plucking grass again. "It's not like muggles can tell the difference of a muggle tent to a wizarding. They look the same," Thalia stated. "Your uncle should have set the tent up but whatever," she said, dropping the argument.

"The pretty awesome I must admit," she smiled, looking back up at the shoes. "I prefer Converse myself." She gestured toward the green ones she wore. Her favorite pair. She wore them skateboarding and while playing Quidditch.

If Plymouth kept staring instead of actually helping to clean up her shoes she was GOING TO---something. Breathing out, Daphne smiled feebly at him. "Why what? WHY am I here? Or WHY is the Ministry of Magic so incompetent? Or, better yet, WHY must we all trudge along like a bunch of prehistoric animals? Or WHY are you missing clothing?"

Those, in Daphne's opinion, were all good questions. That was until Copernicus asked a question himself. "Tent," whispered Daphne loudly before scoffing. Daphne analyzed Kettleburn's otherwise solitary appearance (i.e. celandine-less). "You're joking."

Daphne. Was. Going. Back. Home.

And Livvy was STARING at her shoes too. Pointedly, Daphne stared back. "Hello...." she wanted to say something about HER shoes but found that nothing colorful came to mind. "You look happy."

That was mildly polite.

"It's not about what the tent looks like," Aaron said shaking his head. "it's that it might interfere with the protective spells over the campsite. You have a lot to learn, Teddy." He said with a smile.

"Oh yes. Very nice shoes." Aaron rolled his eyes about the silliness of shoes. 2 years of nothing but friends that are girls. He needed a guy friend. He shook the feeling out and looked at Teddy again.

He shook the tarp out again. "now are you going to help me or what?" He said with his hands moving around.

"I'm SO glad you're here. I was just telling Perni... and...," Plymouth stammered, Daphne's mood having some ... effects ... on him. "I was painting myself...?" EEEEK?


Plymouth offered Daphne his hand to her.... but had to pull it back since it was ... well red. He wiped it off quickly on his shorts, enough so that he could re-offer his slightly pinkish hand. "Come on, Daphadil, and I'll clean your shoes up." He wiped his worried face off and replaced it with a much more pleasant one. She was okay, and he'd get her to smiling in no time.


"Livvy IS happy. She brought a tent, so you can... maybe keep her company? Maybe?" Livvy and Daphne were both smart girls, so they had that in common....?

"I bet I do have a lot to learn and I'll be learning it at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy," she stated proudly puffing out her chest in an air of dignity. "Anyhow," she relaxed her muscles. "Glad you like the shoes." She stood up and gasped in a shocking tone. "Me? Help you? Finally," she cried then walked over to the other head of the tent and grabbed the tent. "Why didn't you guys just buy an easier tent? You know the newer ones? Instead of this," she pointed to the older looking tent and looked at the sky. "Hope it doesn't rain," she smiled looking back at him.

"WHY were you painting yourself?" asked Daphne slowly, taking Plymouth's hand without hesitation. Where was he going? Or, more like, where was he taking her? INTO a tent? Plymouth and his tents..."You know, for magical folk, I can't believe we haven't come up with something better than tents."

For now, Daphne ignored Plymouth's suggestion. She was thinking about it. No promises.

Silas looked at Dora with sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up." It had been a lighthearted comment made in passing and it had turned into a mess. She sounded... upset with him. And not just because of telling mum about the wedding. Was it the auror work? Children? Wait, children? They hadn't really talked about that, well, not at least about having any. OH. They hadn't talked about it. Was that it? Was she sore at him?

"Dora, I..." Silas began to speak, before remembering that they weren't alone. Later. They would talk later.

Quidditch now. That would be a good distraction. "I wasn't running off, simply offering. If there weren't another option, giving Pandora my ticket would have made sense, is all." Silas shrugged and turned to the other woman. "But looks like we can all go."

"Umm.. Well Team Spirit, Daphadil. Hehe. Copernicus wants me to paint him whiskers. He wants to be a kitty. And Livvy is in for body paint, too. I promised her a butterfly." Plymouth lead Daphne over to their little fire and stood beside her like the proud boyfriend he was. Really, really, really was.

"And if you want," Plymouth eased down to the ground and dusted her a spot off to sit beside him, "I can paint you too. Flowers. Something pretty. hehe." He really tried hard to de-dirty her spot since they couldn't use magic, but figuring that wouldn't be enough Plymouth retrieved his shirt and spread it out for her to sit on.

"Tergeo," Copernicus muttered to Plymouth, just in case he wasn't immediately aware of the spell taht would siphon mud right off those pretty and ridiculous shoes. He smiled broadly at Daphne, mostly because... HOW DID SHE NOT KNOW WHAT THIS WAS ABOUT? She needed a Celandine, stat.

He offered his arm to Livvy. "I'll help you with your tent, and we can set it up next to ours. Facing ours, and we can maybe fix some sort of shared porch area around the fire in case it rains again. Do you... how many beds in yours?"

Blink. Did Livvy mention how she got the feeling Daphne didn't really like her? She didn't even know why. But Livvy wanted to change it badly. She wanted them to be able to get along just nicely and maybe become better friends. Were they friends? Uhhh... Cheerful? Yes. She was cheerful. Livvy didn't really know what she could say to that, so she just nodded her head and smiled. That seemed liked the safest thing to do.

Wait. WHAT? They were sharing a tent? Livvy glanced over at Daphne briefly before looking away. She of course wouldn't mind sharing a tent but there were times when Daphne intimidated her. Livvy was a veerrrryy sensitive person.

She glanced over at Copernicus and smiled, glad that she could get away from the couple for a bit. They were a rather... odd... one. But Livvy wouldn't question it. If they were happy, then the relationship was fine by her. Not that her opinion would actually matter.

"Sure Perni. That sounds good. Oooh! Very nice. Erm... I'm not quite so sure about that... maybe a couple. Three or four at the least. I was rather hoping that there would be some other girls that I knew would come and share the tent with me," she said, nodding her head as she allowed Copernicus to steer her towards her bags and folded up tent.

Blushing slightly Dora said to Pandora, "Sorry about that poor display of manners. It seems you always catch me being rude. We really do love one another and we don't always fight, I swear it." Dora chuckled trying to lighten the mood a bit. "Ah, poor Lexi my sister is a miserable cow. THat child needs to have fun and that bloody house elf of theirs hates Lexi nearly as much as it hates me. But I digress... Now that that's settled we can start getting things ready to go up to the stadium." Dora said with a smile.


Ew... that's odd... Dora was suddenly hit with a wave of nausea. Holding a hand over her mouth she held up a finger to Silas letting him know she'd answer momentarily. "Oh my Merlin that was odd. I suddenly got very pukey just then. I must have eaten too much." Dora said as she pulled in deep breaths hoping it woudl pass.... And it did.

"Is it super hot in here to you guys? Oh anyway... Silas, don't worry about it love, I was being a bit of a grouch and I apologize." she said as she took off the light coat she had donned earlier whilst outside of the tent. How odd, she actually has sweat beading up on her neck.

"Anywhoo... I think I am ready if you guys are." Dora said cheerily looking from Pandora to Silas in anticipation. As it were one eye went red and the other white in honor of the event.. kind creepy? yes! But she was a diehard fan after all.

Copernicus as a Kitty? Daphne blinked a few times before chuckling. "That's classic," she murmured, looking down at him as he...touched dirt. "Is he going to grow himself a tail too? In the name of team spirit?" Hehe. That was funny.

AGAIN. Daphne chose to grow temporarily deaf. Instead she sat down on his shirt. Body. Paint. Butterfly. Foreign Body. "Why would I let you paint me?" asked the blond dumbly. "Have you looked at me?"

Daphne dressed up pretty. WHY would she let paint get on her and her clothes? Preposterous.

"Okay, so... MAYBE you can share with Daphne? Only if you want. If not, then maybe she can have my bed, and I'll take one of your spare ones? I promise to be... that's really inappropriate of me to suggest. I apologize."

He grumbled to himself as he helped to unfold the tent.

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Copernicus as a Kitty? Daphne blinked a few times before chuckling. "That's classic," she murmured, looking down at him as he...touched dirt. "Is he going to grow himself a tail too? In the name of team spirit?" Hehe. That was funny.

AGAIN. Daphne chose to grow temporarily deaf. Instead she sat down on his shirt. Body. Paint. Butterfly. Foreign Body. "Why would I let you paint me?" asked the blond dumbly. "Have you looked at me?"

Daphne dressed up pretty. WHY would she let paint get on her and her clothes? Preposterous.

"Lies," Copernicus called over to them. "I never did want to be a kitty. The flowers are nice, though. Have him draw you a few flowers."

Melina walked onto the campground after a nice walk and looked for a nice spot to set up her tent. She'd be alone for the night seeing as Tommy was working and would be joining her later. After about two minutes, she found a nice little area which was probably near the center of the field. Taking her tent and tools out of her bag, she decided it would be fun to try to pitch the tent the muggle way. So, she started piecing everything together. It took and good fifteen minutes and many errors before it looked right, but as she walked in, she was greeted by a nice cozy room. Pulling firefly lane a book, which she had always loved, and sat down to read. She'd read it atleast twenty times in all the years of her having the book and suprizingly, it never got old,; which was a lovely quality in any reading material.

"Can't use magic out here, Big Feliney Brother," Plymouth reminded Copernicus. The LAW would be coming DOWN on them,and Plymouth just had better things to do then going to jail. "Muggle field and all."


Hmmm.

Plymouth wasn't going to SAY it, but ... had he missed how chummy Copernicus was with Livvy? Was he chummy like that with all girls? Hmm. Plymouth shrugged. No matter to him. He had shoes to clean and a girl to make smile.


"I look at you every chance I get, Daphne Hopton," he assured her, reaching for her ankle to unfasten her shoe. "And I'm never disappointed." Plymouth just... wasn't going to touch the paint issue yet. Daphne always took a minute or two warm up to ideas so Plymouth would just bide his time and start with the lesser issue. "Good thing Livvy showed up, huh? Setting her tent up right next to ours." So Daphne could stay right next door to him!

"Are you sure?" she said over her shoulder in the direction of the interrupter. "There is something very feline about you." Sneaky Kettleburn. "And I don't think I'm fond of that idea. It's...defiling my body is what it is."

TRUTH.

"I wonder just who is going to show up," mumbled the blond, scrutinizing the crowds in the distance. "I didn't think there was going to be so much...Hogwarts folk." Oi.

After a few minutes Juniper was rushing back to the tent. Calla had disappeared and June had no idea where she would have gone. "Calla? Where did you go?" She walked around the tent and decided to check inside, she knew Calla had been sleepy. When June was inside she saw Calla laying down and went straight to her side. "Calla wake up, I have something to show you." She nudged her friend slightly, and then considered getting some cold water. No I better not do that, but if she doesn't get up soon I will! June sat down and stared at the newly bought, break the bank expensive tickets she was holding in her hands.

Silas rested his hand on Dora's arm. "Are you ok, love?" She suddenly didn't look terribly well. "And don't apologize. I was prodding."

But as soon as her wave of nausea came, it seemed to have gone, as she was cheerily trying to organize their departure for the stadium. "I'm ready whenever you are," he smiled, standing, nodding at both Dora and Pandora.

Pandora listened to Silas trying to make amends with his wife to be. He didn't make a terribly good job of it in Pandora's estimation, but perhaps he wanted to be alone with her to make amends properly.


Pandora looked at Dora and smiled automatically. "Don't worry about it, I heard a lot worse between my father and Malachi over the years." She closed her eyes, unable to believe that she had said that out loud, her sleep deprivation was clearly doing nothing for her self control. She chose not to explain or excuse her comment.

When she opened them again Dora was looking decidedly queasy and sweaty. "Are you sure you're alright?" Pandora noticed that Dora had also changed her eyes. She blinked. "Do you have to do that without warning?" She asked sardonically.


Pandora saw the tender gesture from Silas and bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from saying anything.

"I'm ready, I'm actually getting excited!" It was a complete lie but she thought that she had managed to make it sound like the truth.

Jason looked out his tent. " Oh hi, I neever met you" he told the new girl. I am Jason Potter Weasley, recently graduate from HogWarts " he said to her.
" I love Qy=uidditch" Jason told her.
J,J. . Starr wakes up form his sleep. "Who is your freind?" Joe Jon Montcenaggio asked him.

Melina turned to Jason and smiled, hand extended, "Melina Moretti. It's a pleasure to meet you, Jason! So, you recently graduated Hogwarts? I hear it's a wonderful school! Mhm, my husband and I are quite fanatics ourselves." Just then another fellow came to consciousness, and she held out her hand for him as well, "Melina Moretti, nice to meet you. Sleep well?", she asked polietly.