What is the First Rule... Slytherin Event

Ability: Parselmouth
Stats - Stamina : 6 Evasion : 4 Strength : 6
Wisdom : 4 Arcane Power : 4 Accuracy : 6

Dmitri Kazimir Jones didn't know why he was there--but he was.

The dewy grass cushioned his footfalls as he followed a thinning group of Slytherins to a random tent in the field of hundreds. It was really conspicuous, not only because of the number of children gathering around it but by the way most of the crowd disappeared into the seemingly-small establishment. He shouldn't really be surprised, by now. He lived in a world of magic. The whole Empire State Building of America could very well be in there for all he knew.

It was a random invitation that he found which led him here, a few ways away from the London Quidditch Stadium, and from the looks of it, he wasn't the only one who got it. He spent some time debating trusting a random come-hither that appeared in their possessions out of nowhere, and ultimately, Dmitri decided it was an opportunity to wind down after a whole month's worth of grinding for house points.

He was number seventeen in the queue, and although he expected the flash of pain that blossomed on his arm from the children who went before him, Dmitri wasn't ready for the degree of torment it was.

It was as if someone got too trigger-happy with a cow's firebrand and went ballistic on his arm.

Clutching his throbbing limb, Dmitri strode into the shady establishment, already halfway-regretting his decision to do so.

STATS AND ABILITIES

Reducio

Ileen frowned thoughtfully as she waited in line until it was her turn. Her fingers were clasped tightly around the invitation she had received - and, it seemed, others from her house as well. She recognized some familiar faces which did not help to calm them down - on the contrary. She had a strange feeling about this situation and the presence of the others reinforced this. Up to now she had stayed out of almost everything and the last time she had been involved in a group venture, it hadn't exactly ended well either.
So why was she here? She could not answer the question herself and had no opportunity to reconsider her decision. Because now, it was her turn and she was asked for her invitation. When she looked at the boy in front of her, to whom she now presented the paper with a quiet "Sure. Thank you", she involuntarily shivered. Something about him was unnatural - she couldn't put a finger on it - but something just didn't seem right about him.
With her teeth clenched she watched him handing her invitation over to the flame of a candle. The second the flame began to consume the note, she heard an inhuman howl that seemed to come from the invitation. At the same time, a stabbing pain in her right upper arm made her gasp in shock. Automatically she pressed her hand on the burning spot and stared at the boy with her eyes wide open.
The pain was intense and subsided only slowly. Carefully she turned her head and pulled the green sweater that she was wearing a little over her shoulder to have a look at her arm.
The number eighteen was burned onto her skin. With an inaudible swallow she stepped aside, as if pulled by invisible threads, to make room for the nearest one behind her. What was going on?

Ability: Sixth Sense
Stats: Sta:5 | Ev:7 | Str:3 | Wis:7 | Arc:6 | Acc:7

Special Race: Seer

Stamina: 5
Evasion: 4
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 5

Interacting with @Jack Burnett and @Flash Holmwood

Ability: Calming Presence
Stats: Sta: 7 ★ Eva: 5 ★ Str: 6 ★ Wis: 8 ★ AP: 3 ★ Acc: 6

A few days ago, Percy received an invitation to an event near the London quidditch stadium which was some sort of reward for him and his houses effort in the house point cup. In his lifetime, he had been there a few times to watch games with his family but never on his own. However, he didn't know of any games scheduled to be taking place on the date given. Who knew what hogwarts had planned for them...

When he arrived outside of the stadium the pitches outside were full of tents, all of which spanned in different sizes and colours. The invitation told him to wait in line at a particular tent, one with navy blue with silver fastenings. You would think it would be hard to find in such a vast area, but it was quite obvious where it was. Many people young and old were queuing up outside, each one handing their invitation to a young lad outside the entrance. Percy folded his arms and gazed over to the boy in question, whose appearance was quite unusual. Half of his face had a black mark running along side it, almost like a burn mark. Soon enough, it was his time to hand in the invitation. He slowly handed over the invitation from his hoodie pocket, watching on as the boy set it aflame. The note almost sounded like it was screaming in pain, and part of it would soon echo to Percy.

A burning sensation went across his arm which wrote out the number "Nineteen", the pain forcing him to wince slightly. He gave one last look at the boy before walking over to the others, who had already been given their numbers "It's almost as if they are branding us like cattle..." he said over to the trio, while rolling up his jumper sleeve to check the number on his arm.

Mentions @Ileen Knight @Søren Silverwood

Invitation in hand, Dee bounced on the balls of her feet impatiently. She didn't quite know what this was, but she had an invitation, and it seemed interesting, didn't it? There were a bunch of other students around her, all also with tickets in their hands, although most of them seemed to be Slytherins. She spotted Søren, the Slytherin first year she had met during the Origami event, and gave him a friendly wave before directing her attention back towards the front. How much further until it was her turn?
Stretching up on the tips of her toes to be able to see past the boy in front of her, Dee suddenly recognized the brunette in front of him - or the back of her head at least.

"Ileen!" she called, excitement colouring in her voice, and was prepared to just cut in front of the boy with a blinding smile to go stand with her friend, when she realized that her friend was already at the front of the queue, showing her ticket. Oh well. Hopefully they wouldn't be assigned seats in order of arrival or anything and she could still sit with Ileen.

Now that she had finally reached the front of the queue herself, Dealla held out her invitation with a smile when prompted. "Here, of course," she said, friendly by nature, but frowned a bit when she looked at the teen who was currently, curiously, setting her invitation on fire. He seemed somewhat familiar, but that wasn't what bothered her. Something about him, his skin, seemed off.
"Are you okay?" she asked, squinting slightly. "You don't... look so good."

She was distracted from the boy's strange appearance by a sudden burning sensation on her upper arm. With a yelp, she slapped her hand over the burning spot, then pushed up her sleeve to look at it. Had something stung her? But - no. There was a number, branded on her skin: 20.
Struck speechless, Dealla stared at the brand, before looking back up to demand an explanation, only to see that the boy was already busy talking to the next person in line.

She was fairly certain this was not normal admission procedure.

--------------- Stamina --------- 4 ------------- Evasion --------- 7 Strength 3 Wisdom 8 Arcane Power 6 Accuracy 7

--------------------------------- Abilities Evasive Maneuvers

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It started with an invitation. Ruby shouldn't be here. She knew she shouldn't be here. But despite the attack with the spiders, despite the secret Blossom Ball, despite being a prefect and therefore supposed to be responsible and sensible and grown up, she still ended up here. By now, maybe she should have learned. She should have learned to be more suspicious of things and then act on that suspicion, rather than just doing it anyway. But she was a child, and many children had poor impulse control. Perhaps her curiosity—a trait that had helped her so much in the past and allowed her to learn a lot—would be her downfall.

There were many people here. A trap? A perfect opportunity to wreak havoc? Or did the numbers provide more safety, more witnesses? She entered the tent and queued in line, along with the others. Glancing around, she spotted one of her friends further towards the front. It was Koko. Ruby smiled and managed to catch the girl's eye, returning a nod when her friend acknowledged her. She was a couple of spots ahead of her and Ruby wasn't sure if she should necessarily talk in here, but she would definitely feel awkward doing so with a few people in between them. She returned to waiting, but she wouldn't have to do so for long.

When it came her turn at the front, she met the gaze of a teen. There was a vague familiarity about it, but she couldn't place it. She didn't quite know who he was, even though she could have sworn that, for a moment, he seemed to recognise her. Was she just making it up? She obliged with his request and handed over her invitation, watching idly as he burned it. Why? Was there something to hide? Were they just paranoid here? She felt a sharp sting on her right arm and instinctively put her hand up, looking at what had caused the pain. A number "21" had appeared. Frowning, she stepped off to the side and joined the others that she had seen there.

Abilities: N/A (currently)
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 7 | Accuracy: 7 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 9 | Arcane Power: 6

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Mentions: @Opeila Seilun
Interacting with: @Dealla Prince @Erik Tharaldson

Ileen just spotted Opeila nearby when she heard a yelp. Surprised, she turned around and spotted a familiar girl with brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was looking at her shoulder, which also had a number burned into it.
Ileen felt a wave of relief and at the same time, she was also more worried. She felt that the more people got involved, the worse it was. Although she would have liked to hug her best friend, the atmosphere was so oppressive that she only dared to whisper. “Dee? What are you doing here? Do you know what’s going on?”
She grabbed the Ravenclaw by the arm to pull her aside a little. Standing here in the middle was more than uncomfortable for her.
At this very moment, another familiar voice made her turn around. Wasn’t that Erik, first in line now? Ileen flinched as she watched him clench his fists because of the pain. He looked really grim. Still, she paused to get him to join their little group as well. "Erik. Over here!" she whispered and waved to the tall blond boy.

Ability: Sixth Sense
Stats: Sta:5 | Ev:7 | Str:3 | Wis:7 | Arc:6 | Acc:7