The buildup to the Housemeet was extremely torturous. This was undoubtedly caused by the depressing atmosphere that pervaded the area. The field had been split nicely into two by the two tables that faced each other. Everyone knew that the most critical moment was about to arise, where all pretense of civility would be forcibly torn apart. Years of build-up would lead to a pivotal eruption where all would change. Thus, no one could pay attention nor appreciate the ongoing performances.

Time passed in an agonizing fashion.

The sweltering sun that loomed overhead gradually passed over the apex and began to set.

At the same time, the activities entered their second phase. There would be a competition between pavilion masters. In previous years, the final victor would be rewarded immensely by the House Lords. 

However, this very same competition would also ignite the atmosphere and allow everyone to let loose. 

But things would be a little different this year.

Once friends, they would now face each other as mortal...