RP: The First Annual Spring Festival

[tt_alicia]

Date: 9. March
Characters: OPEN to everybody – please add your character’s tag when you join the thread.
Setting: The coast east of Settlement Two
Content: TBD
Status: Open: Public


More than certain that her broom and Quidditch equipment was safe where she had left it with Viktor and the rest of his team, Alicia had gone to make a bit of a round to see what was happening around the beach. It was a warm day, as usual, though still a little cooler than it had been just a month ago. A light breeze wafted in from the ocean, making the thin fabric of her skirt flutter as she took a moment to look at the children playing in the water. One of them, a little boy, caught her attention, when he dropped his shovel and started bouncing on his chubby legs in time with the music that was filling the air. The music came from behind her. Sam had gone to join the group of people who had already gathered, and it hadn’t taken long before they had found a common beat and were now doing what Alicia could best describe as a multi-cultural version of The Beach Boys’ greatest hits.

A bit further down the beach, she could see the makeshift Quidditch pitch that had been set up for this occasion, and right next to it, was the giant chess board.

Comments

[tt_remus]

Remus had no intention of flying in a Quidditch match, and quite frankly, no one wanted to see him fly in a Quidditch match. It didn't mean that he wasn't going to enjoy the day nonetheless. He had read on the flyer at the pub there was going to be a chess match. He wasn't afraid to make a fool of himself there.

Walking onto the beach, he went to get a water first. He felt like such an old man having to always make sure he was hydrated. He had faith that in this world, there would be a cure for lycanthropy one day.

After getting a bottle, Remus ambled down the way, talking here and there with people he knew and dodging over-excited kids. Could his son be among the little ones running around?

[tt_lily]

Lily was another member of the "Can't Fly" club. Well, she could fly, just not play Quidditch at the same time. The day was turning out to be beautiful and she was looking forward to meeting more new people and catching up with old friends. She's only caught Remus once or twice in the month he'd been here.

Despite the slowly cooling temperature (would they actually experience any form of winter here?), she wore a mid-thigh length sundress and walked along looking at the different festivities.

[tt_neville]

Neville was definitely not a Quidditch player (and had mostly pretended brooms didn't exist since the very first time he'd flown one), but he wasn't bad at chess. He'd played Ron a few times when Harry or one of the others got sick of losing, and sure, he also lost, but so did most people against Ron, and he knew the basics. So he'd signed up for the chess game, knowing that he might as well get out there and interact with people before he turned into one of the plants he seemed to be spending all his time with lately.

Of course, being Neville Longbottom, he'd come slightly late and all the good pieces had been taken, leaving him as one of the pawns. And, because his luck just got better and better, the opposing team took him out within the first four moves. The bishop that did it was a burly guy who was unnecessarily rough as he threw Neville off the board by the scruff of his neck. Neville laughed along with everyone else as he landed hard in the sand, but really, this was what he got for trying to be fucking normal for once.

He wandered off from the game slightly and looked out towards the sea. It was odd; he'd hardly ever seen the sea, back home, except for that memorable trip with his family where he'd been unceremoniously dumped in it and had to be fished out again by a Muggle fisherman. It was so very vast.