Gwydion Amos

Ilvermorny Grad | Wannabe Used Broom Salesman
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OOC First Name
Camilla
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Mixed Blood
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Single
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19
"Right," Dion started, looking over at Noah once they were back on the ground. It sucked to lose, but maybe it worked in their favour. After all, it meant the French girls would be in a better mood and maybe more receptive to some flirting. Not that Dion was exactly a ladykiller but he considered himself pretty good looking and charming. Surely he'd have some luck. Obviously the French girls would swoon over him, especially since he hadn't actually hit any of them with bludgers, only the boys. "First to strike out pays up 10 galleons, yeah?"
 
Whilst Noah wasn't exactly pleased they had lost he was quite content with his own efforts, especially Abigail's surprise when he had decided to throw the quaffle her way. He didn't think he could recall her ever smiling at him before. He snorted at Dion's best, glancing over at the French girls for a second before giving the other boy a confident nod. "Better get those galleons ready, man." Noah smirked. Sure, Dion was perhaps a little more buff than he was but he'd like to think he had some sort of charm to him. At least he was confident enough in his own looks to think he'd be fine talking to a few pretty girls. "Which one are you going for though?" He asked curiously, making a show of looking in the direction of the other team again. "What are they, like.. chaser, beater, keeper?"
 
Dion gave a crooked smile. Noah was probably a little more charming than he was - he was fully aware he could be a bit brutish - but Dion was sure he could hold his own. He didn't know a whole lot about girls, though, since at home it was just him and his dad and the girls he did hang around were like, Felicity, who was honestly pretty cool and probably not a good indication of what the French girls would be like (in his own kind of warped opinion), and Abigail who he wouldn't admit he was quite terrified of messing with. What kind of guy was scared of a girl, really? He looked over the team in the distance. The seeker who'd caught the snitch was way too young, and their toughest chaser was decidedly not to his tastes. "Good question," he nodded, thoughtfully, as though this was some grand decision to have to weigh up. "Keeper's a bit...ehh," he gave a non-committal hand wave. "Chaser's a 10, easy. But probably the beater, she's pretty cute." Besides, it gave him something of an opener. Sure, she completely outplayed him, but he could use that to butter her up.

((god i'm sorry he's so gross))
 
Noah nodded as Dion tried to figure out which of the girl he was going to try and impress. He glanced around to make sure none of the other French players were anywhere close, they might find the way they were discussing the girls in bad taste. It was all just innocent fun though. And it wasn't like they would be seeing much of them again, except for next year's game maybe. "Brave choice." He nodded when Dion mentioned the beater. It also seemed like the easy choice picking someone who player the same position but he wasn't going to mention that. Especially not since he had yet to decide himself. Both the keeper and the chaser were definitely pretty. "Y'know what? I'm going to let you pick which one I should go for. Just to make things a little more interesting." He grinned easily.
 
[arrives a month late to the thread I pushed for oops hi]
Felicity was still battling to smooth her hair back down after the mess the wind had made of it during the match. It was a good distraction from the annoyance for having lost another match and Flick was more than ready to head into the locker rooms and call it a day, never more grateful that Quidditch didn't draw a big crowd like Quadpot till now.

She slowed when she spotted Dion and Noah talking though, eyes lighting up with curiosity as she bounced over to them. "Who's pretty cute? What's interesting?" She asked mischieviously, sliding herself into the conversation and poking her head between the two boys, fairly confident based on their line of sight that she knew exactly what they were talking about. She had eyes after all, and despite having lost to them, there was no denying plenty of the French team were very attractive
 
((love having no muse it's my favourite thing in the world))

Dion pondered for a moment. The obvious choice was to push him towards the chaser, as she was stunning, and because of that she was more likely to say no and give him the upper hand. But if she said yes, then it would just make Dion look like a fool. Still, beautiful girls had a better range of options. Plus, was it too obvious to push chaser to chaser? The keeper might be more inclined to turn down a chaser anyway, which would work in his favour.

He was interrupted from his thinking by Felicity. For a second he thought he probably shouldn't do this in front of another girl, but she was cool and practically one of the guys anyway. "Felicity, babe, perfect timing." He pulled out a muggle coin from his pocket - something his dad had considered lucky and he kept to be polite. "Flip a coin. Heads, Noah charms that stunner of a chaser," he gestured vaguely in the direction of the other team. "Tails, he turns his charm on their keeper instead." He gave a rogueish grin. "His heart's in your hands."
 
The smirk he had put on never disappeared from Noah's face as he waited for Dion to pick, wondering what was going on in that head of his that made him take so up so much time while trying to come to a decision. Either way, it did make things more interesting. Was doing so already. It almost seemed like his friend was finally ready to spill what he had decided when Felicity showed up, shaking his head with a grin when Dion shoved his fate into Felicity's hands by means of a simple coin. "We had this bet about being able to charm one of the French girls." He explained to give some Flick some context before she'd possibly flip the coin. "Dion picked the beater," Noah added, subtly nodding towards the girl in question. "I made him pick for me, to make things interesting. But I guess my fate's in your hands now."
 
Felicity preened when Dion greeted her, looking between the boys and the French team with an eyebrow quirked as they explained what exactly they'd been gossiping about. "You two are awfully sure of yourselves," she said, placing her hands on her hips. "What's the bet then? Who gets a date first?" She asked, sizing up the girls Dion mentioned for a moment and grinning.

She'd be the first to admit Dion and Noah were charming guys, she had eyes after all, and she had to wonder if she should be insulted on the Beauxbaton's girls' behalf, though really all she could think was whether she should be more insulted neither of them had ever tried to hit on her first. "I say no coinflip cause I bet I could ask out the chaser first," she decided, quickly pulling her hair out of its ponytail so she could flip it dramatically.
 
Dion knew he was totally copping out on this, but it seemed pretty fun to involve Felicity too. Honestly, she was pretty cute herself. But she was also basically one of the guys, and how was he supposed to ever play Quidditch alongside her if he genuinely tried to hit on her? Training would become way too awkward and a complete hassle. Dion may have run on testosterone most of the time, but he wasn't a total idiot. Just mostly an idiot. He blinked a few times at her suggestion, processing it in his head before nodding.

"Alright, guess that answers that, then," he offered to Noah with a bemused shrug, now pretty curious as to whether Felicity could do it. And trying to pretend he wasn't now stuck visualizing Felicity making out with the hot French chaser, which he absolutely was. Great, now he wasn't going to be able to focus on his own attempts to flirt. "Damn you, Sweetwater," he muttered under his breath, shaking it off before clearing his throat, standing up straight and sauntering over to the Beauxbatons students.
 
Noah shrugged at Felicity's remark, glancing over at the French team while she looked between them. Surely, he could muster enough charm to get at least one of them to agree to a date with him. It just depended on which one. He waited curiously to see what she would do, shooting Dion an amused look when Felicity decided she was going to chose for him by picking one to ask out herself. "Keeper it is." Noah grinned, looking at Dion as he started to walk away from them and hoping the French students would spread out a little so it wouldn't be too obvious when all three of them made their way over. If anything, he wasn't just going to let either of the beaters win this without him even trying.
 
Xenia was still in a bit of a haze of elation, though she hoped she wouldn't have to talk to the Ilvermorny captain for long beyond a shake of a hand and a 'good game'. At least Xenia's English was much better than her French, even if it had a bit of a weird American accent to it. (She'd learned a lot from television, after all). It wasn't the captain approaching, however, as she noticed the two beaters and one of the other chasers talking and suddenly heading over to them. They didn't seem as hostile as their captain did, but Xenia wasn't entirely sure what they wanted. Maybe just to say hello or something, surely it would be nice to actually speak to the Ilvermorny players beyond trading barbs on the field. And as captain, she figured she should at least be the face of things even if probably Ava or Ophelia were certainly going to be more charming. And Eren would be far less charming. An altercation would probably be funny, but a bad look. "Yassas, er, sorry...hello," she greeted with an awkward wave. "No hard feelings? That's the saying, right?"
 
Ava had been quite pleased with the outcome of their match against Ilvermorny. Even more so, she was more than happy with her own performance during the game. She had been hitting plenty of bludgers, knocked out the Ilvermorny seeker and had almost managed to knock out their alternate seeker as well. The only thing she felt slightly bad about was how little attention she had paid to defending Vincent from incoming bludgers. Perhaps she needed to talk to Malik about that, come up with a bit of a strategy. For now though, she was more than happy to just busk in their victory. Ava was just stepping towards Xenia to say something when the captain turned around to speak to some approaching players from the other team. Already having stepped forward she just kept quiet, standing slightly behind the captain and looking at the Americans with a cocked head, curious about why they were coming over.
 
Dion somewhat consciously puffed up his chest - not too ridiculously, just standing a little straighter and trying to appear a little more buff than he was. He wasn't lacking for muscle, but he wasn't exactly an Adonis, as much as he thought he might be. He cleared his throat, putting on as much of a charming act as he could. "Great game, ladies, just wanted to show my...appreciation" he started, possibly turning up the accent just a little bit - leaning into the American this time. He nodded at the keeper with a smirk, before turning his head to the cute beater. "You were pretty great out there. Reckon I could learn a thing or two from you," he said, oozing as much charm as he could (or oozing something, at least, probably the cloying scent of body spray). He held out his hand, though she was French, right, maybe he should've gone for the cheek kiss? "Like how you can look so beautiful with a bat in hand. That's a real talent, right there." Smooth.
 

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