It hadn't been difficult for him to convince his aunty and uncle to let him come camping at the festival with friends. Had it been his own parents, that might have been a different story, but luckily they were back in Tahiti. Plus, he was a guy; Tama knew if he'd been a girl, they'd have said no, talk about double standards. Well, he wasn't gonna complain when the double standards worked in his favour.

Tama wasn't bothered by his friend's closeness. They were best bros, after all. He'd be more offended if Fran didn't want to be close to him. Looking at the map then glancing around, he nodded. "Yeah, I think that's us." He had a tent ready to be set up, a magical one that was larger on the inside than the outside might leave one to believe, courtesy of his older brother. It didn't take long to get it pinned and up, and he turned to his friend. "Come on bruh, let's get our stuff in. We making the drink inside or outside?" He'd never tried to make his own alcohol before, luckily for the duo, they had instructions. 

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With the tent set up, Francesco nods his approval. He’s never camped with a magical tent so when he brings his stuff into it he stops and stares, and whistles. “Whoa...talk about glamping.” He comments. This is definitely what it’s meant when people discuss camping in style. Witches and Wizards know how to camp in style. “Muggles sleep in bags on the ground...” He comments, unsure if Tama knows that much about the muggle style of camping. It’s not this. Not at all.

“Outside. I think outside is the safest.” Partially, because Fran is nervous that fumes of brewing alcohol will actually make them both intoxicated before the drink is ready and he doesn’t want that before they get to try this Viper’s Delight beverage left for them by an elite group of Slytherins who came before their time. Perhaps, with any luck, they might find one stomping around the camp grounds and reliving their youth by wandering by their site.

“Do you think the smell of it will lure in former Vipers?”

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Tama smirked, pleased at his friend's impressed reaction. It wasn't out of the ordinary for him, but he couldn't resist casting his eyes about the room, nodding in satisfaction. It was on the more lavish side, and definitely larger than the two boys needed, but he wasn't gonna complani. Scoffing at Fran's words, he drawled, "Bro, this is our first time camping alone together. We're camping in style." Besides, who knew? Maybe they would be bringing back some friends to party with or something. Sure, he'd seen some people- muggleborns, most likely- slumming it like that, but Avaikis, most wizards, really, camped in style. Also, not that he'd admit it, but Tama would be a bit concerned about a bug crawling into his sleeping bag or something if he slept on the dirty floor. Gross.

Nodding, the Tahitian dumped his stuff onto one of the beds. Normally, he'd be meticulous about unpacking it all and making sure there was no mess, but in this case, he was rather impatient to get into what they had planned. "Alright, outside it is." He grinned. "Why wait? Let's get the fun started now. Sooner we make it, sooner we get to see how the old Vipers used to party." Indeed, he could barely wait. "Wouldn't that be cool? I wonder who they are, maybe they'll be keen on a drink, for old time's sake." Or maybe they'd admonish the duo for underage drinking. He didn't know, but the possibility of bumping into an old Viper made him even more excited. Grabbing the instructions and some of the equipment, he nudged Fran with his elbow, before sauntering outside.

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Fran can’t help but gawk. After all, he’s muggleborn for all he knows. He has no clue who his father is. His mother died when he was super young. All he has know for a parental figure has been Kit and well, they could hardly afford a tent let alone an enchanted one that came with... “Dude! Is that an actual stove? Like, we don’t have to cook over the fire?” He’s astonished. Impressed. Though fire cooked food is delicious and the recipe for whatever this stew is calls to be cooked over the fire.

They are both more interested in the drinks though.

The jackets – which Fran is wearing – are surprisingly not hot in the heat of August. The old vipers must have enchanted them to remain cool so they could wear them at any temperature. Fran hitches his up a bit when it falls because of Tama nudging him outside. He grabs the remaining ingredients for the Viper’s Delight and follows his friend. There’s an itch to get started, an excitement to truly discover what it meant to be a Viper. He’s stoked.

The bottles which Fran had stolen out of the cabinet at home are all covered with paper to hide the labels so no one can catch them easily but Fran has written in small lettering what each is. He begins to take them out of his second bag. “It says we have to fill the cauldron with ice first. Did you get ice?” Or was he supposed to get the ice? Crap!

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Tama couldn't help but smirk at Fran's expression, his peacock feathers ruffling just a touch. He tried to seem nonchalant, blasé, but it was absolutely an act. The only place he really roughed it was back home in Tahiti during their cultural retreats, and that was just because he didn't want his cousins to think he wasn't tough. Truth be told, he relished the lavish lifestyle, and chance to show it off. "Yeah of course. It would just be a hassle to not have one handy, man. Besides, this way you don't have an excuse to not cook for me." Like a lil housewife. The thought made Tama snort. He did plan to help of course, though he wouldn't complain if Fran did decide to take over the cooking.

Tama felt like a legacy badass, wearing his matching Vipers jacket with Fran, preparing to whip up some questionable concoction. These were core memories being made, right here. "Yeah of course, got it right here." He picked up the ice bag and dumped it into the waiting cauldron, popping a cube into his mouth. It was nice to cool down on the hot summer day. "Wha's next?" The ice cube in his mouth muffled his words slightly, but Fran would get the picture. He pulled out the various things needed and looked through Francesco's smuggled goods. Man, if Kit caught them, they'd be in trouble.

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He loved magic. It’s so much easier than the way muggles live. Everything is so hard when one can’t do magic outside of school and has to do everything the painfully slow way. Everything except music, naturally. He enjoys that but chores and work? Nah. No thanks.

Fran laughs at Tama for suggesting he’s going to cook. “Prepare to be wowed by my skills in grilled cheese making!” It’s about the only thing he can make that is edible. And a macaroni and cheese from a box. Let’s just say he’s a cheesy fella.

The cauldron is usually over a fire but they are mixing drinks in it, not potions or cooking. It’s an interesting way to do things. He wonders if the cauldron makes it taste different. “You shouldn’t chew ice. It’ll crack your perfect teeth.” Fran grins as he digs out the smuggled ingredients and checks the recipe. “A little of this.” He does not measure as he adds things in order based on the recipe. More is better, right? More potent? “And some of this...” He carries on this way, surely it will be delicious and since he doesn’t know how it should taste...

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Tama laughed alongside his mate. "I'm ready to be blown away." Not that he himself was the greatest cook. He could barbecue fish and steak, but that's because all you had to do was shove it on the barbie and sprinkle some salt. Actual, proper cooking in the kitchen? He tended to leave that for the girls.

The Slytherin grinned again, flashing his pearly whites as Fran spoke. "All goo' bro, even if my teeth go' cracked, as long as I'm with you, your perfection more than makes up for any imperfection o' mine." The ice cube was still warping his words slightly, but he couldn't resist the flirtation. Who could resist flirting with a guy like Fran? Of course, it was all platonic; that was the nature of their relationship; two incredibly hot hunks cursed with straightness, forever doomed to never find love in each other even though they were perfect for one another in every other way. Oh, the tragedy.

Tama stirred the cauldron with a ladle as Fran chucked things in, before taking a whiff. "Damn, this stuff is strong. How much more you got to add?" A mix like this, and the pair were gonna be getting wasted. Well, that was part of the teenage experience, no? Scooping up a spoonful, he offered it towards Fran. "Wanna check the progress?" Was he just trying to get the other drunk first first for his own amusement? Of course not.

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“Aw, shucks. You make me blush.” Fran concluded. He knows he’s pretty perfect, despite what the snobs in Slytherin house think of him for his blood status. He and Tama would one day be at the top of the charts when it comes to famed musicians and have all the groupies. He had no doubts. They are gorgeous men who know it to b true. “It’s truly a shame you’re the only one who sees me for my true worth!” And that’s the truth. Tama has girls, Fran seems to be lacking.

“What’s the saying...it’ll put hair on our chests...?” Fran has no idea what that is supposed to mean but he’s heard plenty of men say it to their adult sons when they order drinks in restaurants on TV shows. He spends a lot of time watching TV when he’s not at Hogwarts. What else is there to do?

He accepts the ladle and tries the brew. His face contorts into a weird expression as the harshness of the mixture goes down and then he begins to cough. “You’ve gotta be a Viper to enjoy something like this!” He admits, wishing he had some water and contemplating if adding sugar would cut the sour of the brew.

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Fran's dramatics always made Tama laugh. It was part of the reason they got along so well. When he'd first transferred to Hogwarts, truth be told the Tahitian had been little closed off, but he'd been lucky to find such a good friend in Francesco. If he was being perfectly honest, the other boy had really helped him to open up. "Nah, brother. Many see you for your sexiness. People are just afraid to approach that which is too perfect." The words were accompanied with an easy going chuckle and light hearted clap on the other boy's back. "Although, we do need to set you up with someone soon. What happened to the Beaubatons chick? French girls too freaky for ya?" And here he was looking forward to double dates with his bestie!

Wrinkling his nose, he replied, "I'd rather keep my chest smooth. Better for the ladies." Of course, Tama's mind always defaulted back to ladies. Besides, he needed it smooth anyway for his modelling.

Slapping Fran on the back as he began to cough, Tama grinned. "If it's that bad, it must be good." The sixth year replied. He dipped the ladle back into the concoction, not caring about double dipping since surely the alcohol would burn away any germs, before taking a sip of his own and promptly grimacing. "Yeah, that's the stuff." His face was not as positive as his words made out to be. "We need to get something in there for the taste. Then, we'll actually be able to stomach it." Rifling around, he found a bag of sugar and began to dump the stuff straight in. Merlin, this concoction was gonna be the death of Francesco and Tamanui.

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Fran's dramatics pulled a smile from Tama, even as the Tahitian secretly felt a combination of both annoyance and subtle satisfaction. Annoyance, because Francesco was such a bloody catch and the fact that anyone would miss the opportunity to keep such a fine guy by their side spoke to their idiocy, and satisfaction in the knowledge that he wouldn't be losing his bro to some chick. That would mean he had less time for Tama, doing dumb stunts like mixing up their own brew based on a recipe they found at the bottom of a trunk in the Room of Requirement. "I told you Farāne, them French girls be on something else. We need to find you a cute local thing to have fun with. Maybe after we knock back a bit of this Viper's Delight we can go out. Promise I'll be the best wingman."

Now only someone like Francesco was allowed to mess with his hair. So rather than immediately swat their hand away and scowl, he merely grinned, jabbing playfully at his side. "If it's enough for you, that's enough for me, man."

Tama winced as the concoction slid down his throat. Merlin that was strong. Perfect. And at least now, the flavour was much more palatable. With a grin, he gave his friend a thumbs up, moving to grab some bottles and flasks to transfer the mix into. "I think we got it." His grin was devilish as he filled up the last flask and thrust it towards his friend, his own clutched tight as he raised it. "Well Farāne, it's gonna be a good night. To the Vipers."

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"Far too much for the babes." He agreed wholeheartedly, positively dripping arrogance. The two sixth years could replace a hot air balloon with their over inflated heads. They were bad enough individually, but when Tamanui Avaiki and Francesco Barcia came together, they simply hyped up one another to a completely new level.

After more than a few too many drinks later, the Slytherin found himself sprawled on his back, his hair in a state, clothes a mess. Normally he would never dream of laying on the dirty ground without a barrier of some sort- be it a towel, blanket, something, but in this case, he was too far gone to care. "Oof!" Fran's swatting hand smacked him square in the face, and Tama clumsily pushed it aside, so that he could breath properly, as well as talk without a mouthful of hand. "Don' be dumb brooooo." He laughed, turning his head to the side before again observing the cloud. "My butt is way hotter than that!" However, the Barcia's laughter was infectious, Tama finding it disproportionately funny as he began to laugh heartily, clutching his stomach as he shook with drunken amusement. He tried to squint at the stars, but they were all blurry and Tama reached up an arm, as if he could grab one. "That one looks like you broooo, you're in the starsss!" Of course, the stars he pointed to looked nothing like his fellow Slytherin, but his inebriated mind had convinced him so.

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