#cr!event5

“You must be tired of seeing all these animals by now," Maurille jokes, easily laughing at nothing. However, just as he begins he also quenches the light giggle in a matter of seconds. His face turns serious once more. "So we're switching things up a bit. From the moving to the unmoving. We will have you help us collect a specific type of rare flower."

@crfriday​ | morning after the flower harvest 

“Latrodectus katipo: spell or spider?” he asks. So unchanging is his neutral expression and low, monotonous drawl that one could mistake him for being displeased. Yet, he swishes his butterfly net like a content puppy wags its tail. This is peak socialization -- this trailing behind the backs of his peers, incessantly quizzing them about the local insect population no matter how much they groan or whisper “ who’s bright idea was to invite him? ”.

“Any guesses?” he says. “Come on, you guys! Why organize a nature walk if nobody’s interested in the native fauna?” Wind ripples his all-black windbreaker, as well as the wispy black bangs creeping over his eye like the leaves of a willow tree. Fellow hikers slow down against the gust, but he presses forward quicker. It gives him a chance to walk besides his peers, rather than behind them in a constant game of catch-up. 

“Latrodectus katipo is the endangered, distant cousin to the black widow spider. Theoretically, its venom would make a great undetectable poison probably I bet for sure maybe. So if anyone gets bitten today, I’ll be extracting a quick sample before--!” 

Joon stumbles. He falls onto the path’s rocky terrain face-first and grazes his chin. It’s only a small scrape, albeit with dirt and gravel peppering the wound. His right shoe slips off and rolls down the mountain, tumbling faster and faster until it’s launched off a ledge. And floating down after it is a large, foam insole.  

Normally, a situation like this wouldn’t be a cause for alarm; he’d simply brush off his hands like nothing ever happened. But this isn’t a normal accident. This is a disaster. There’s no chance for a summoning charm when the nearby trails are swarming with Muggle tourists.

He closes his eyes. Sprawled out on the trail, twitching as he catches his breath, he’s not unlike the spiders he’s droned on about all morning.

@crklaus, @crjon, @crxcole, @crxliam

Calculations were made beforehand, and I’m the end, the only way he or any other cabin member could get harmed is if someone decided to act impulsively. Without doubt, Clotarie would secretly side eye the certain Gryffindor who respectively latched to his group. No worries, he figured, as long as he shackled the first initiative before any his group mates could. With that, he will be able to flee the site and search for scales all on his own. Here, the males stood, bewildered and/or enchanted by the beautiful creature before them. The opaleye dragon would undoubtedly leave a special impression on the Slytherin as its scales inflicted twinkles upon his hazel irises. Every movement, every twitch of its body made his eyes flick over in the direction, as if acknowledgement was mandatory—as if missing a second of the dragon was a shame. 

@crxaelita

"It's been a long trip, we hope you learnt a lot," Ian states towards the crowd of students who hover around him in the lazy afternoon. Maurille murmurs an agreement, head nodding. Ian continues, "so thank you, everyone, for putting up with us." At this, his partner laughs. "But without your help, our progress would have proceeded a lot more slowly."

"We want to show our appreciation for your hard work," Maurille speaks up, rubbing his hands together in front of him in absentminded thought. "It's not much but tonight we were thinking of holding a bonfire. A bit chilly but that should certainly warm everyone up."

 "Have some music... an all you can eat barbecue courtesy of us..."

"A good wrap up for before you all leave."

“Here we have a weyr of Antipodean Opaleye dragons. While subjective, many people do consider them one of the most beautiful dragons, with pearly scales that line its body, and glittering multi-coloured eyes that have no pupils," Maurille gently instructs as he guides the students down into the valley where the resident dragons are resting.

There are many students jostling around the platform once again, luggage in tow. In comparison to the school year, however, the numbers are certainly much smaller. It's reserved exclusively for the older students and they certainly make their excitement known to their surroundings. Chatters are loud but as always the silence which forms after a summon for attention by the Headmaster speaks even louder.

Hello!  Without spoiling too much, a short part of the trip such as now includes the students wandering around the cities of New Zealand. For these, we would be providing the city names so we would suggest to search around the tourist positions if you would like and seeing if your muse’s roommates or friends would be interested in going to those! Later on the students would be moving closer to the outskirts. For those ones, we will have small themes which you can follow for plotting. Or if you would like to have your own survival themed plot we would say go wild! I hope this helps.