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[Sanctuaryforall1]

• Aurelia Quansah

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  Aurelia Quansah
  Uagadou - Female - Pure Blood - Secondary
  
  
  
  The soft light of the early morning sun had yet to warm the air, and the world outside was wrapped in a cool mist as Auri slipped out of bed. The clock on her nightstand read 5:00 AM but the Uagadou student was already wide awake having prepared herself for the early start the night before. She had no trouble at all with the early mornings, she was used to them due to how often she had to be up before the sun when she was back home on Mauritius Island. If anything, it was the time of day she loved best; when the world was quiet and just starting to wake and realize itself…a time to be treasured.
  
  Pulling her thick, braided hair into a quick ponytail it didn’t take long before she had dressed in her training clothes for her early morning session with Malaika. Like a ghost, she flitted around the shared room slipping into a sports bra, tanktop, workout leggings, and sneakers. The outfit being simple, yet comfortable, and allowing her to move freely. The cool air from the open window kissed her skin as she moved across the room, pausing only to take a deep breath and send up a silent prayer that today would favor Uagadou’s team. Turning her head slightly she took a brief moment to glanced out the window. The sun was still below the horizon, but she could see its colors creeping up from the east, painting the sky with streaks of pale gold and lavender as it lit up the silhouette of the tournament ground. She smiled softly to herself as the thrill of the day to come pulsed through her veins. The day ahead promised excitement and she was eager for the tournament to officially begin. While she might not actually be the student competing for her school Auri was still dead set on being the best teammate she could be to her school's champion. In fact, she was set to meet with Malaika for a morning training session in order to make sure her classmate was as prepared as possible for the day ahead.They had their theories about what the challenge ahead would contain and both girls had agreed to meet early in order to run drills in preparation for an obstacle course. Auri had no intention of letting her teammate face the task alone; they had a good rhythm together, and Auri wanted to make sure Malaika was fully prepared for whatever the Octowizard Tournament would throw their way.
  
  Making sure her shoes were properly laced up Auri grabbed a light jacket and slipped out of the dorm and into the still mostly silent halls of Ilvermorny. As she jogged down the hall and towards the training field, the familiar rhythmic sound of her sneakers tapping against the ground soothed her mind. The school for the most part was still asleep so aside from the sound of her own shoes upon the stone there was not much to break the silence. As she rounded a corner she spotted a familiar head of brunette hair just ahead of her and couldn’t help but smile. Mey, the girl from Koldovstoretz whom she’d met just the day before was shuffling down the stone halls by herself. The sight of her brought a wave of warmth and affection. Auri had genuinely enjoyed their conversations during the exploits of the day before, feeling that the adventure had been a beautiful start to a friendship with the sweet and talkative young woman.
  
  “Good morning, friend Mey.” Auri called out, slowing her pace as she neared the other girl. “What are you doing up so early? I didn’t think you were a morning person.” She inquired with a playful smile pulling at her lips. Her smile only widened when she heard the fondness of Mey’s greeting in calling her sister. As Mey explained that she would be attending an early morning detention Auri felt a stab of sympathy for the young woman. Yesterday’s Care for Magical Creatures class didn’t seem to go well for anyone but it felt wrong that Mey was the only one being punished, especially given what Vasu had attempted. Truthfully, Auri had gotten the sense that Professor Chimere still had a thing or two to learn about teaching, especially when teaching students not accustomed to her rather opinionated and extreme methods. Had the professor criticized a student with less confidence in the way she had Auri there was no doubt in the young heiress’s mind that the student would have no longer felt comfortable speaking up in class. Luckily for her, she was not such a delicate flower when it came to the judgment of others, not with how the majority of her family could be. She was proud of her ability to quote a textbook and show that she had taken an interest in the subject. And for Mey to be punished with such an early morning detention for attempting to pass a single harmless note and then speaking her mind, now that felt completely unprofessional and as though perhaps Professor Chimere felt too comfortable flaunting her power over students rather than trying to actually work with them.
  
  Auri couldn’t help frown and shake her head as she thought about the unfair treatment her friend had been dished by Chimere. “It’s truly ridiculous that she gave you detention like this.” She sighed and shook her head. “I mean there were about ten better ways she could have handled any of those situations but I doubt she would be one to accept the criticisms she so freely hands out to others.” Auri frowned with an eye roll as she thought of the woman who had doomed her friend to an unpleasant early morning on the day of a challenge. Her gaze softened as Mey continued by asking what she was doing awake so early. “I’m on my way to help Malaika with some early training.” She explained and felt a thread of worry worm its way into her mind as Mey inquired why she would be preparing so early. “Well, the first challenge of the tournament is later today and we want to make sure we’re prepared.”
  
  Mey blinked at her, looking more than a little surprised before she announced that she had no idea that the first challenge of the tournament was today. Hearing her friends panic Auri’s eyes widened with realization. “Oh no, I thought everyone knew!” She confessed apologetically. “I’m glad I caught you before it was too late to get ready. Do you think you’ll be able to be ready in time even with your detention?” She inquired with worry for her friend. “Your professor should have informed Vasu after the meeting yesterday. From my understanding all of the professors were supposed to have attended.” She attempted to reassure her friend and despite her dislike of Vasu she hoped she was right because she certainly wouldn’t be able to find him and tell him at this point, not when she had no idea where he might be and had Mal waiting on her.
  
  Rather suddenly Mey announced that she needed to get going or risk getting into even more trouble for being late to the tournament. Again Auri couldn’t help but feel that this wasn’t right or acceptable for Mey to still attend detention when she should be preparing for the challenge with Vasu. Professor Chimere should have moved the detention off a day when she learned that the challenge would be happening but Auri had a feeling the French professor wouldn’t care and might even view a secondary with less prep time as an advantage for her own team. Yup, Auri was not a fan of this woman in the slightest.
  
  With a final wave towards her friend, the two parted ways with Auri making her way towards the training fields while Mey continued on her way to detention. By the time Auri reached the training field Malaika was already there and was stretching out her legs to prepare for the intense workout ahead. Auri offered her a wide smile as she jogged up to her teammate.
  
  “Ready for today?” Auri grinned, stepping up beside her and beginning her own stretches.
  
  Malaika chuckled, but there was a hint of nervous energy in her expression. “I hope so” The white-haired young woman breathed to which Auri shot her a reassuring smile.
  
  “You’ve got this. Just stay focused and remember to take things one step at a time.” She encouraged.
  
  The two went through the usual routine of exercises, warm-ups, testing their reflexes on their wandless spell casting, and as each moment passed Auri could feel the intensity building. They were both focused, sharp, but their camaraderie helped the atmosphere feel more like a shared mission than just training. Then, as the training session went on, disaster struck. Malaika, her eyes too focused on the path ahead, miscalculated her step and faltered in her footing. With a sharp gasp, the young woman fell to the ground having twisted her ankle awkwardly.
  
  “Malaika!” Auri was instantly beside her, concern flashing across her features. “Are you okay? Can you move?”
  
  Malaika winced, clearly in pain. “I don’t think I can run on this foot…” She groaned and winced as she attempted to move her ankle. “Auri, I—I can’t compete like this.”
  
  Auri’s heart sank. The thought of Malaika missing out on the challenge wasn’t just about the tournament, it was about the team, it was about Mal being forced to miss out on something Auri knew she had been looking forward to. She knew she needed to be there for her teammate. “Don’t worry, Malaika,” Auri said quickly, her voice steady but filled with determination. “I’ll get you to the infirmary, and we’ll make sure you’re okay. You’ll rest up, I’m sure the nurses will have you right as rain in no time.” She assured the young woman beside her though she wasn’t certain if this injury could be mended before the challenge began.
  
  Helping Mal to her feet Auri made sure to take the bulk of her classmate's weight onto her shoulder as she guided the white-haired girl to the infirmary. It was a slow but steady pace getting there and as soon as they approached the desk and a nurse recognized Malaika as one of the competing champions a chair was ordered to get her to a bed for one of the doctors to examine her. Since it was just an ankle injury the nurse was kind enough to allow Auri back with her teammate while they waited for the doctor to arrive. Like most doctor's offices, the two girls were left to wait for what seemed like forever, Auri sitting in the world's most uncomfortable plastic chair, while Malaika lay back on the bed with her ankle elevated. The two tried to pass the time with simple chatter, Auri assuring Mal that they would have her fixed up in no time so she could compete today, Mal not looking so sure. When the doctor finally came in and began examining the ankle his face reflected what both girls had been fearing.
  
  “You can fix it right?” Auri inquired not bothering to sit down and shut up like others might. “You said it was just a sprain.”
  
  The doctor glanced over at her and sighed, shaking his head. “We can but it will take time if we want to make sure it is done properly. Luckily the bone isn’t broken but mending a sprain like this properly will take at least four to five hours.” He explained calmly and Auri felt her heart drop for Mal.
  
  Malaika’s eyes widened in disbelief, then softened as she seemed to accept what she couldn’t change. “Auri…” She began softly.
  
  “Four to five hours?” The young guardian-to-be gasped and knew that a skilled healer like her grandmother would be able to fix a simple sprain in no time at all. “That can’t be right.” She muttered and shook her head. “She is one of the champions, she needs to be able to compete today.”
  
  “Auri,” Mal began again and this time managed to pull her classmate's attention away from the doctor and onto herself. “I can’t stand on this, let alone run. If four to five hours is what they will need then we can’t rush them.” She explained.
  
  A semi-frustrated sigh escaped her lips as Auri glanced upwards for a moment, cursing their bad luck, before looking back at Mal. “I know…It’s just…I know how much you were looking forward to this. I hate for you to miss it.” She admitted as she did her best to calm and compose herself.
  
  Mal gave her an appreciative smile and laughed, “Well you’ll just have to tell me all about it after you compete.”
  
  As much as Auri had wished to compete as the champion for her school, the words still bothered her to hear because she hated that Mal had to suffer for her to have this chance. “Alright, fine.” She asserted and looked at her classmate with a playful challenge in her onyx eyes. “But next challenge is all yours, even if I have to drag you across the finishline myself.” She teased giving the other girl an wink to know she meant the words with the utmost encouragement.
  
  “Deal!” Mal agreed and shifted to try and stand enough to give her teammate a hug for good luck.
  
  After the two girls shared a quick embrace Auri made her way to the tournament grounds, a determined fire burning brightly in her chest. She wasn’t sure what exactly awaited her, but she knew she would give it her all. When she finally managed to navigate her way to the Uagadou tent after memorizing a map of the tournament grounds the guardian-to-be was greeted by a surprise she certainly hadn’t been expecting. The uniform meant for Malaika had been perfectly customized for her instead. The soft orange and black fabric shimmered with magic, designed to mimic the colors of a sunset. Her last name, Quansah, was written proudly across the back in white with a bold number 1 below it. However, it was the embroidered lioness near the neckline that truly caught her eye, a symbol of her animagus form, her strength, and her pride.
  
  On top of the uniform was a note. Carefully unfolding the paper her dark gaze danced over the words causing Auri to smile to herself as she read it in her head.
  
  “Let tem hear u ror! - Poofesor Nyache”
  
  The familiar playful and encouraging tone of her professor made her chuckle. It was his way of cheering her on, and the note was a reminder not to hold back. Not to shy away from her lioness form if she needed it. Her smile grew wide as she folded the note and tucked it into the pocket of her uniform. With a final deep breath, Auri pulled the uniform over her head and adjusted it to fit just right. As the sun broke free from the horizon, she made her way to the field. It was time to show them what a Quansah could do.
  
  
  
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[Sanctuaryforall1]

• Professor Einar

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  Professor Birger Einar
  Durmstrang - Male - Pureblood - History of Magic Professor
  
  
  
  The early morning light filtered in through the thick curtains of Einar’s room, casting pale shadows across the stone floor. The halls and walls of Ilvermorny castle were still quiet, the air crisp and cool filtering in through the window as it always was before the bustle of a new day. Waking from a dream he couldn’t quite remember but still longed for the old wolf stretched, feeling the familiar ache of age in his joints, and with a grunt, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. The soft click of his cane as it made contact with the stone was the only sound in the room, followed by the steady rhythm of his breathing as he stood, pushing away the weariness that lingered in his very soul from the previous evening’s tense discussions.
  
  The day before had been a long one without a doubt. The meeting of professors had brought with it an emotional torrent of events that created a mix of concern, grief, and anger swirling through the air. The tragic events discussed, the death of Odinson Locjaw, and the discussion about whether or not to proceed with the tournament’s first challenge weighed heavily on Einar’s mind. Despite his misgivings about the hasty decision to proceed with the challenge, he had kept his thoughts to himself, instead choosing to do what he always did, focus on the students. Sigurd and Piper had been his priority last night. He’d found them after the meeting, speaking briefly with each in private before bringing them together for a team meeting. He had made sure to take time to offer them advice and reminding them of his belief in their strength. Einar had no doubts that they would both perform admirably in the challenge, whatever it may be. Yet still, his heart ached knowing the weight of what they were about to face, especially after what had happened to Odinson. He didn’t want either young man to suffer a similar fate, he didn’t want ANY of the other students to fall as the young half-giant had. There was only so much he could do though, especially given the nature of the tournament and how common injury could be. That was the nature of this world, the students had to push forward, even when the world around them seemed to crumble into chaos. Einar had given his students his best words of encouragement, not a simple reassurance but an honest reminder of their potential, hoping they would take it to heart as they prepared. But now, the morning had come, and the tournament loomed ahead. There was little time to waste. It was time to focus.
  
  With deliberate motions Einar began his usual morning routine, an unspoken ritual that had kept him grounded for years. With his hands placed firmly on the stone floor he began with push-ups, the sound of his breath steady but deep, matching the rhythm of his exertion. After several sets each push began to feel like a small battle, his muscles straining against the years that piled on his bones, but his resolve never faltered. His graying hair fell in front of his icy blue eyes, and a slight smile tugged at his lips as he focused on the burn. It had become a form of meditation for him, a way to ground himself before the chaos of the day could take over. After push-ups, he moved seamlessly into burpees and squats, his movements fluid despite his age, and then into pull-ups, the metal bar creaking slightly as his powerful arms lifted him up again and again. The routine was grueling but necessary. It kept him sharp, focused, and most importantly, reminded him that no matter the years or the hardships, he still had the strength to face what was to come. His body may be older, but his mind and spirit remained as sharp as ever.
  
  When the extensive workout routine was finished, and sweat clung to his skin, Einar took a moment to steady his breathing. His heart was still strong, still alive with the energy he needed to face the day as it thrummed within his chest. With a satisfied grunt the old wolf took a swift shower and dressed quickly in his usual attire of a dark suit and robes with silver clasps, the familiar feel of his wand, pipe, and flask tucked carefully into the pockets of his robes. Swiftly he moved a comb through his grey hair and quickly groomed his beard into submission as it dried. Once he was finished the elder History of Magic professor checked his watch to ensure there was time to spare before the challenge and with a final nod to himself in the mirror he left his quarters.
  
  The halls of the castle were still quiet, save for the occasional rustle of movement as early risers began their day. Einar made his way through the corridors, his steps measured and purposeful as his cane repeatedly struck the stone floor with every other step. As he passed by the student quarters he was pleased to find that both Sigurd and Piper had already begun their day, likely reviewing the details of the challenge and making final preparations. It pleased him to know they weren’t wasting time. His faith in them was unwavering, and he trusted they had already come together, strategizing for the obstacle course that awaited their team.
  
  Outside, the tournament grounds were bustling with activity when Einar reached them, the sky still a pale blue as the students began to filter out from the dining hall and into the countless tents and vendors set up for this special day. Soon enough his glacier blue gaze spotted Sigurd and Piper in the distance, their forms moving in separate directions as Sigurd made his way towards the champion entrance and Piper veered to the secondaries section. Einar watched them for a moment, his gaze softening. The two young men had come a long way since their first days in his classroom all those years ago, and despite the tension that had hung over the previous evening’s meeting he knew they would face whatever came their way with courage and tenacity.
  
  As he made his way toward the professors' section, a familiar face caught his eye. The vibrant colors of purple and blue stood out against the dull morning backdrop as the sun still did its best to climb into the sky. Darweshi, the Potions Master from Uagadou, clad in his striking face paint and robes covered in delicate runes, was making his way toward the tournament grounds, a slight puff to his breath as he had clearly been rushing around. Einar’s lips quirked upward in a knowing smile. The man was nothing if not extravagant, but it suited him. The face paint and robes, the air of confidence, it was all a reflection of the spirited nature of the man beneath. He had a deep liking for Darweshi despite having only just met. It was clear to Einar that the younger man was as dedicated and protective of his students as he was, plus he was purely entertaining to be in the presence of with his boisterous attitude towards most things. “Ah, Darweshi!” Einar called out, his deep voice ringing through the morning air. His cane silently clicked on the grassy ground with each step as he moved toward his friend. “You’re certainly making an entrance this morning. How’s the day treating you so far?” His eyes twinkled with warmth, a jovial note to his voice as he approached. He gave a small nod to Darweshi’s attire. “Purple and blue, the colors suit you.” He beamed, each of his words genuine as they passed his lips. “You’ve certainly come prepared to support your students.” He chuckled softly, the sound warm and sincere, before falling into step alongside the Uagadou professor. Einar’s gaze drifted back to the tournament grounds as they walked, his mind briefly flickering to the events ahead. Still, he was at peace, at least for this moment. The day would bring its challenges, but it would also bring opportunities for his students to rise above them.
  
  The two professors continued walking toward the tournament grounds, the early morning sun beginning to rise higher in the sky. It would be a long day ahead, but Einar was ready, his heart was prepared for the challenges, and his mind was already thinking ahead, not just for himself but for the students he had sworn to protect.
  
  
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[honeycoves]

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Silence ever after.

The meeting had been less than savory for Bellamy, feeling like a waste of time full of decisions Bakshi could've made on his own since he seemed to have a penchant for ignoring the legitimate concerns of the board of international professors, he had left with one benefit: an advantage. Many of the other professors seemed very prepossessed with the when of the tournament and the specifics of who would compete and lead that the content of the prophecy seemed to slip notice. One thing that Aadesh prided himself on— other than his quick wit— was his sharp memory. Without having to scribble it down, the prophecy's stanzas were committed to memory.

He was fortunate to catch Theodore alone in his dorm, taking some time to rest after Chitrita and her imp friend had left him. Bellamy danced around some niceties— How are you feeling? Is the pain manageable?— before cutting to the chase and revealing that the challenge had been moved and they were given some clues about it. They spoke briefly about how one of the other schools had an alleged seer in their corner, making this Katzenbach kid(who was, evidently, Theo's roommate at the moment) another potential ally to the Hogwarts team. They found a quiet corner on the third floor, since he really did not think it was appropriate for a professor to spend much time in his student's bedroom and he wanted to avoid traveling up any more stairs.

After pouring over the prophecy a handful of times, which Bellamy scribbled on a scrap piece of notebook paper for his student, they came to the conclusion that it was best for Theodore to take a transfiguration-based approach to the challenge the next morning. The prophecy seemed to clearly hint at the merit of transfiguration use with the line shapes may shift and night may call, and with Theodore's injury at the hands of that tedious man Chahaya, it was best to avoid any exercise of his arms if it could be avoided. "In your classes, I am sure you are always told to paint a clear picture in your head before you cast the spell. However, when you're transfiguring at a high level it is more complicated than that." He advised. "It is not enough to simply see it in your mind, you must feel what it will be like to be something different. The stubble on my face, the curl of my hair, the ache in my leg, the raised skin of my tattoos— it will all feel foreign to you, but if you can account for these sensations, your transfiguration will be much more convincing. Much more useful." He shrugged slightly. "The same applies for objects and creatures. You must estimate what it will feel like to be an over-stuffed armchair or what it will feel like to have the hollow bones of a bird."

Speaking to Theo, he began to see his somewhat stoic but charming exterior peel back some. He had a sharp mind hidden inside that big head. He had potential.

They agreed that Bellamy would come get him in the morning, ready and prepared for the challenge.

Around 9:00, he found himself quite irritable that he had to travel up these blasted stairs yet again. The aching in his leg was becoming borderline unbearable, and once again Aadesh mentally cursed whoever was dumb enough to infect the real Bellamy with a blood curse. He was relieved that Theo was already awake, saving him from the trouble of once again dragging the rather large boy around. "Good morning, Mr. West!" He greeted when his pupil answered the door. "I must admit, I am glad you are already awake. I was worried I'd startle you and get hit with a sucker-punch." He joked, limping into the dorm room. He pulled out the folded set of clothing that he had tucked under his cane arm. "This is for you. Champion uniform."

He flicked his wand, pulling a room divider across the floor to give Theo the space to change. He turned his back and took the pill bottle that was in his other hand, dumping two into his hand and swallowing them dry. Once Theo returned in his all-black ensemble, giving Bellamy the mental image of a Russian take on a jazz combo, he turned and handed the pill bottle over. "For your arm," He offered, giving a short nod to the boy's injured arm. "Take it now, so it has time to start working before the challenge." He smiled. He watched Theodore carefully, though maintained the goofy, golden-retriever-like grin that was a Bellamy staple.

"Are you ready?" He raised his brows expectantly, and when Theo confirmed he was settled and prepared, he lead the way out. After struggling down the stairs, he hobbled his way out and toward the stadium, guiding Theo mostly in silence. As the copious amounts of tables came into view, he stopped in his tracks and turned to his student, suddnely adapting a much more serious demeanor. "In our haste to prepare for this morning, I did not tell you that there have already been many changes since our first night. The Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Mahoutokoro champions have all changed, as have a couple of the accompanying professors. Due to the nature of this tournament, Headmaster Bakshi has expressed some concern for the safety of the students and has employed the help of some MACUSA Aurors to add some extra security. I'm not the biggest fan of them myself, but I don't want you to be surprised when you see them." He paused, his gaze bouncing between Theo's left and right eyes as he tried to gauge his reaction.

"There's been an incident with one of the tournament students." He sighed softly. "I didn't tell you last night because I did not want to alarm you and affect your sleep. After yesterday, it was important that you got your rest. The Mahoutokoro champion, Odinson Locjaw has passed in some sort of accident. We are not quite sure what has happened, but the safety of yourself and the other students is being carefully monitored. Theodore, I have spoken to your professors at length about you before accompanying Hogwarts on this trip— I have the utmost confidence in your ability to take care of yourself. I know you are aware of my own training. If you ever have any concerns about your safety or your ability to defend yourself, I am here to help you, though I have the feeling you are more than capable on your own... The champions are to enter through Gate 4, over there." He motioned toward the gate with his cane. Then, he leaned on it to offer Theo a handshake. "Good luck, Mr. West." He smiled. "And kick ass, kid."

He watched Theo's retreating back, waiting until his champion was safely inside the arena before making his own way to a gate. He couldn't help but grin as he saw his least-favorite professor struggle, brought to the ground rather forcefully by a very large man. That bastard's getting what he deserves. He thought as he approached. "Professor Arif!" He greeted cheerfully, slapping a hand on the smaller man's unoccupied shoulder. "So good to see you this morning! Having some trouble?" He was surprised when he received only a glare and no biting comeback, though his attention was quickly beckoned by the gate attendee.

"He doesn't have his wristband, so we can't admit him."

"Oh, his wristband!" Bellamy said with shock, slapping himself upon the forehead like he was some dolt. He turned to the large man with a polite smile. "I am so sorry sir, I believe there's been a bit of a mistake. My friend here and I are both visiting international professors for the tournament. I was tasked with getting his wristband to him, but I got so distracted taking care of my champion this morning that I totally forgot." He lied, feigning embarrassment at his own forgetfulness. He mumbled some French swears under his breath. "Here, I know I have it on me. Would you mind, please? It is sort of difficult to search with one hand." He held out his cane with a half-pleading look, prompting the man to move one of his gigantic hands from Cha-Cha's shoulder to the cane. The man looked quite awkward, gripping Cha-Cha by the neck and holding his cane daintily between a few fingers.

Bells's hands began to feel around his pockets, though his brows knit together as he looked at Big Guy. "Je suis désolé, monsieur, but you look very familiar to me. Do we know each other? My first year in the French International Unit, I served a short stint in America working on a case for magical wares smuggler. Did you ever serve at Kill Devil Hills up in North Carolina? You look an awful lot like Detective Bonner in the magical crimes unit..." He began swearing under his breath again, his hands moving towards his back pockets. The large man, taken by surprise, began to carefully examine Bellamy. He turned his head slightly away from Big Guy, adding the Geminio incantation to his string of swears as one hand slid over the arm that had his wrist band. "Aha!" He exclaimed, pulling the newly duplicated wristband from behind his back. "Here we are, I knew I had it." He retrieved his cane from Big Guy, passing Chahaya the wrist band with a wink. He turned back to Big Guy, rubbing at his stubble thoughtfully. "Are you sure you're not related to a Bonner? Really? You bear a striking resemblance to him. Perhaps you need to make trip up to Kill Devil Hills and make sure you don't have a doppelganger on the loose." He chuckled, his joke seeming to loosen up the staff a little bit. He leaned forward for a handshake with Big Guy, feeling very undersized despite being tall himself. "Well, sir, it's been a pleasure to meet you. I appreciate your understanding. It feels like I don't have my head on my shoulders these days!" He laughed again, and now with the gate freed up, he could enter.

He offered a small bow to Professor Ito in greeting, maintaining the good-natured humor he had possessed just moments before. "Good morning, Professor Ito! It appears you have more more will than I, letting Chahaya suffer like that." He teased. He gave Cha-Cha a once-over, who was being released from his tongue-tie and admitted into the stadium, the man looking like Mahoutokoro threw up on him. "Miss Pawar is assuming the role of champion for your school, yes? It seems as though she has a super-fan already." He laughed. He leaned in toward Ito, as if they were partaking in an inside joke between them. "Though, I suppose I can't be too surprised. I saw the two of them speaking outside the dorms yesterday, they already seem familiar with each other." He turned toward Cha-Cha as he entered. "First taking the time and effort to mentor my student, then advising and cheering for Professor Ito's? I can only imagine how close you must be with the Castelobruxo students if you're already so intimate with ours." He chuckled again, as if he joking, satisfied with the thickly-veiled implication that perhaps these newfound "friendships" of Cha-Cha's were inappropriate.

"Well, it has been lovely catching up with the two of you, but I believe we are starting soon! If I don't walk ahead, I am afraid that this leg of mine will slow me down enough and I'll miss the whole event. Best of luck to both of your schools. Or, I suppose, just to Mahoutokoro." He glanced at Cha-Cha, before saying farewell and limping away. He had made special arrangements with event staff after yesterday's meeting to reserve a seat that required him to move the least amount of stairs, fully believing that if he walked up one too many he would simply curl up into a ball on the floor and pass away. The view could be better, but it was serviceable for now.

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