The Seven Schools Open Closed

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post as Nick Iris

Nick had just arrived at hogwarts, for the fall ball. He had his outfit picked out, and ready for the ball. Today he was in a white shirt, and some ripped jeans. Pined onto his shirt was a gay pride pin. He knew who he was going with, His friend Amelia! As friends. He was super excited to be back at hogwarts! He remembered summer camp, it wasn't here but there was a whole lot of hogwarts students there! And well- other students from different schools.

He walked into the great hall, With a smile like he always had. He looked around at everyone who was there, not sure who was from what school. He saw some people that he knew from Ilvermorny but other than that he had no clue who went to what. All he knew they could all be from Koldovstoretz. That would be very interesting.

To play it safe Nick walked up to a small group of students from his school. Amelia, the champion Miles, and one he didn't recognize. "Hey amelia!! How are you? It sure is busy, dont you think?" He asked the girl, Then turned to the two he didnt know as well. "Im Nick Iris. Nice to meet you!" He gave them a friendly smile, and hoped he wasn't intruding anything.

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Interaction: Andy Menton @Rita Su Amelia Miller @Lily Blaze Miles Thatcher @Simon Kincaid || Mentioning: Amelia Miller Lily Blaze
Action: Arriving and speaking to some people he knows.

Once again Yefim would arrive at Hogwarts, this time with more than just his bad attitude. Everyone who had thought of him as some lowly bully or nitwit would have to honor and feast in his name. Granted, he didn't really care about the whole pagantry thing that all the adults seemed to want for some reason. All he cared about was that he was being given the chance to show everyone that he was right all along, that he was better than them. He would give them a taste of the future-- the one where the structures of the world had crumbled, and anarchy reigned.

Knowing his way to the Great Hall by now, Yefim would leave the shared Durmstrang living space at the last possible moment. It would have been a lot more fun just spending time with his classmates, he knew he did not belong anywhere else. Everywhere else he had ever gone, someone had a problem with him, whether he did anything or not. Eventually he just started giving people the horns. Since they all wanted to make him feel bad, he would make them feel bad first.

Resigned to do what the headmaster and instructors needed him to do, he would stand when his name was called, though he had not picked his seat with much thought, since he was planning to just stuff his face with food then run back to his favored cabin, where he could joke around and bond with his family teammates in the Horntail Horde. He would not wave or smile, but instead hop up onto his seat and flex for everyone. It was very impressive; the muscle definition created by years of devoted training was on show for all to see. After one quick go of it though, he'd hop back down and wait for the grub.

While he was sitting around impatiently, he heard the kids from the table next to his talking in some kind of Spanish language. It was not too indistinct from Portugese, which Yefim's mother Panya spoke with her mother. It had been a long time since Yefim had heard anything similar, given that his grandmother was still living in Angola. With every passing year, his mother seemed less and less interested in visiting, as she continually insisted on keeping Yefim's identity as tied to Russia as possible.

Realizing what it must have meant, that the group was a gaggle of Castlebruxo students, Yefim devised a way to alleviate his temporary boredom. He would stand up, not the tallest person by far, yet clearly much older than the pipsqueaks in front of him. He wouldn't wait for them to continue their pleasant conversation, and would butt in loudly.

”Aw... it is other school. School without champion.” Yefim would laugh boisterously, it would be clear that he did indeed find their existance here to be funny. ”I see why. So small. So soft. Like little teddy bears.”

Yefim would cross him arms and grin down at them, awaiting a reaction.

@Marius Brown (as Sherlock Dols)
@Beatrice Langstreth (as Agata Ríos Matos)
@Ashleigh Hazelwood (as Maximo Hernández)
I got permission to bully the three mentioned here, but anyone is free to interact

pretend this says second year until i get a new banner (yes i still don't have a new one)

Roleplaying as iNPC Vivienne Beaumont
French | English | Spanish

Interacting with: Henri de Bourbon (@Regina Miller) Mentioning:

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Date: 5th October 2022 Outfit: Beauxbatons Uniform

Vivienne was delighted to be back at Hogwarts! She loved the castle back when she last visited, and she had been disappointed to leave it. Even though she loved her own school, Beauxbatons, there was just something so magical about Hogwarts! She had thoroughly enjoyed summer camp, and she had been eagerly counting the days until the Fall Ball and the tournament for when they would return. That being said, the smile hadn't left the brunette's face all day. From arriving to the castle, to going to the campgrounds and getting their accommodation and now walking to the Great Hall with her friend, Henri, the smile had stayed on her face all day. It was a mystery how her face muscles were not aching right now. Today was just too exciting to not be smiling.

"Mhm," Vivienne nodded eagerly as she listened to Henri, "don't you worry! I got it! Beauxbatons is definitely going to win! One hundred and ten percent," she nodded once more. When she hadn't gotten picked to be one of the champions, she had been slightly bummed about it, but decided that it would be okay because spectating and supporting her school would be just as fun. "Ohhh!" She gasped excitedly, "You know what this reminds me of? Natasha Romanoff! I am so like Black Widow, going and gathering information! This is so cool! Oh, you know what that also reminds me of? I still need to introduce you to Marvel. Comics and the movies, I can't believe you don't even know what they are! You need to visit sometime, probably during summer, or Christmas, but you'll probably want to spend time with your family then... well, whenever you want to visit, you need to! We can have a movie marathon; it'll be so fun!"

The brunette smiled at Henri, eagerly grabbing ahold of his arm as she rambled on and on about him needing to visit her so they could have a movie marathon because that's what friends do! And Henri was certainly Vivienne's friend, so it was about time they met up sometime during the holidays and had fun together. She really needed to introduce her friend to all her favorite Muggle things that he didn't have access to. When Henri had asked her to the ball, she had really, really wanted to wear a Black Widow suit to it, but he had said no. Even though it was really kind of him to buy her a dress, she had also wanted to wear her suit. Who cares if it was a ball and not a costume party? October was Halloween month, and Halloween meant you dressed up in a really cool costume. Unfortunately, that is not what wizards do, so she had agreed to wear the dress her friend had gotten her.

That didn't mean she wasn't going to wear her suit, though. She had devised a master plan to wear both the dress and her suit, so it's a win-win for both of them. Vivienne hadn't told Henri though, and she felt a bit guilty about keeping something from her friend because she knew Henri wouldn't keep anything from her, but that was the whole point of a surprise! She would go to the ball in her dress and later during the ball, she'd take off the dress to reveal the suit underneath. He'd love it, she was certain of it. Even if he didn't know who Natasha was, but Vivienne would introduce him to her eventually.

Stephen made his way to the feast a little late. He had slowed his pace up to the castle, managing to look as nonchalant as possible while hoping to possibly catch a glimpse of Kamila anywhere along the way. He was fast giving up hope that she may even be here as she had not responded to his owl. No matter. A million reasons could account for that. She could have been buried under schoolwork. The owl may have encountered trouble along the way or even mis-delivered his letter altogether. She could have a date to the Ball already. Or.

Or, she just may not be all that interested in getting to know you, Schwartz.

Well, whatever the reason for not hearing from her, Stephen planned on happily enjoying his time at Hogwarts while trying to reconnect with a couple of friends he had made over the summer. He had let EmmaLee know he was coming, so he definitely planned on looking for her when he got to the Great Hall. Then, of course, there was always his two Ilvermonry buddies,Louca and Jaime. Surely those three could manage to unleash some fun amongst the hosts and attendees.

As he walked in, he saw none of the friends he hoped would be here, but he did see Miles at a table with other Ilvermorny students. He made his way over, hoping he wasn't going to be crashing their little party, but crash it he would nonetheless, if only to say hello.

"Hi, Miles. How're you doing? Am I early or late? he asked as he sat down and began to fill his plate with shepherd's pie. He had tried this dish when he was here in the Spring and remembered how savory it was. It was one of the things he was looking forward to about being back in the Scottish magic school. "It does not appear to be as crowded in here as I thought it would be.

Before he started to eat, he looked around the table and smiled at those whom Miles had been speaking to. "Hello, everyone. I'm Stephen Schwartz. I know we all go to Ilvermorny, but I apologize for not knowing any of your names. Except for Menton. I know your name and face because of Hexwizard, but we have not officially met. Glad to know you," and he smiled widely again before taking his first bite of heaven on a fork.

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Interacts with @Simon Kincaid as Miles Thatcher, mentions @Emma Wynn as Louca Dufort, @Gemima Sable as Jamie Ziegler, @Rita Su as Andrew Menton, @Marina Oriel as Kamila Yavlinsky, and @EmmaLee LeDames

EmmaLee tore through the hallways as she ran to the Great Hall to see the other schools arrive. She was excited to see her Ilvermorny friends old and new. She was just as excited to see the four boys that had been her tentmates at camp, Miles, Stephen, Jamie, and Louca, as she was about tracking down her childhood friends, Kiernan, Grace, and Alura. She had not seen those three since last Christmas, although they had been exchanging letters, and Stephen had sent her an owl about seeing her again so she didn't want to miss anyone's arrival.

The short girl pushed the doors of the Great Hall open, jumping a little at the unexpected shower of sparks, and stood on tiptoes as her blue eyes scanned the extended tables for any familiar foreign faces. It would have been much easier to find people if they had made some kind of assigned seating, but she did finally see Stephen and Miles sitting together at a table that seemed to be mostly other Ilvermorny students.

EmmaLee waved her pale hand high as she called out, "Stephen! Miles!" and headed over to the two of them. "I'm so excited to see you both again. Are you excited for the ball and the first trial to begin?" She asked, clasping her hands behind her back and rocking back and forth on her heels, a bit unable to contain her excitement. She was so excited about this whole event and the opportunity to not only see her foreign friends repeatedly over her first year (It would be like she never left New York), but also to meet other students from other schools.

A few bites in, Stephen heard the delightfully, but only barely, French accented voice of one EmmaLee LeDames. He looked in the direction from where he thought he had heard her call their names and immediately stood up to greet her as she hurried over to the table.

After spending a month with her as a summer camp tent mate, Stephen felt no compunction about giving his friend a hug on this reunion, of sorts. He laughed to himself as he remembered being uncertain as to whether shaking her hand was even an appropriate gesture when they first met. He was not going to worry over the hug, however. They knew each other well enough that she could tell him, "No more of that if it bothered her."

"EmmaLee, hi! Great to see you. How have you been? Do you want to sit for a bit or do you have other plans?" and he motioned for her to sit, hoping she did not have to run off too soon.

He sat back down and noted the excitement in her voice and how she was rocking back and forth on her heels. She looked happy, so he took that as a good sign that she was adjusting to Hogwarts. "I was excited about the Ball about three weeks ago, but the girl I asked to be my date never responded. Life happens. I am trying not to take it too personally," and he winked at her and then grinned in his light-hearted manner, "but it will forever remain a sore spot to have crashed and burned on my first foray into the boy-asks-girl out scenario. But enough of my woe is me drickle. What about you? Are you attending? Anyone special escorting you?"

@EmmaLee LeDames

Roleplaying as Ginyami Midorimori from Mahoutokoro
"English | Japanese"

When the other young man bowed his head in answer to his own gesture, Ginyami found himself delightfully surprised and pleased. He hadn't expected the stranger to be so well-mannered. Then again, he hadn't heard much good of Durmstrang students in that department, so that might have colored his perception of them, but this one seemed quite different. And not just because of his unique brand of beauty, either.

"The pleasure is all mine, Schnell-san," he replied, his smile growing broader at the sight of Valentin's charismatic one. "'The White Seeker of Durmstrang', you say? You must be quite distinguished to have earned such a title. I hope I have the honor of watching you play some time. And I am certain we can be of benefit to each other in the department of amusement." He noted how Valentin had almost no accent in his English and admired it. He himself may have been relatively fluent in the language, but he still couldn't help his own accent from coming through. Even so, at least Valentin seemed to understand him to a sufficient degree, so that was good. He maintained excellent eye-contact, too, and Ginyami was certain he had picked a fantastic conversation partner. Now all he had to do was make sure he could maintain the other's interest and attention.

Considering that one of the first things the Durmstrang student had mentioned about himself was his title as a Quidditch player, Ginyami didn't think that would be too difficult. He, too, shared a love for Quidditch even if he hadn't earned a title for it. Not anything positive, anyway - but Valentin didn't need to know that.

"How very kind of you to be curious about my interests! As it so happens, we seem to share a common one. At least, if you are as enthusiastic about Quidditch as your title as a seeker implies you are," he stated, his countenance positively radiant with glee.

He couldn't help but notice those silvery violet eyes travel over the garments of his Mahoutokoro school uniform which happened to be of a dark navy blue as a reflection of his good academic standing. They stood out starkly in contrast to the red of the Durmstrang uniform which Ginyami thought Valentin cut quite an impressive figure in. As Valentin regarded him, so did Ginyami regard Valentin and the shining pieces of jewelry he wore that only accented his stunning natural appearance. There were only two which made them stand out all the more and got him curious about them.

Before he could ask about said jewelry, however, he found himself being asked a question of his own. It caught him off-guard and Ginyami, so rarely finding himself in such a situation, was once again intrigued. Did Valentin know his name was unusual even in his culture? That his parents had chosen it specifically for its meaning? He certainly couldn't have known that he had been teased about it as a child.

After a momentary pause of surprise in which his lips had parted slightly, Ginyami's smile returned and he responded, "Why yes, it actually does. How astute of you. 'Ginyami' happens to mean 'silver darkness' while 'Midorimori' means 'green forest'. It is nothing all that interesting. But, if I may ask, does your name have a meaning in your culture?"

Interacting with: Valentin Schnell (@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood)

Roleplaying as: Agata Ríos Matos
Languages: Spanish - #e62719 English - #195ee6
Interacting with: @Marius Brown as Sherlock Dols, @Ashleigh Hazelwood as Maximo Hernández, @Jordyn Fletcher as Nuria Sutherland, @Cassandra Ironwoods as Verona Carlito, @Flash Holmwood as Yefim Rumyantsev
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Agata smiled at Maximo. She could tell he was younger than her but his charm was easily infectious. "I'm Agata! Nice to meet you Maximo!" Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her antics had upset Sherlock and she internally cringed. It wasn't her idea to upset her fellow schoolmate. Turning to him, she offered an apology. "I'm sorry. I didn't meet to offend you." Just as she felt she had righted the situation, along came Nuria, fellow fundamental student. Agata grinned at her antics. Although Agata herself was the youngest of seven and could get away with a lot, she didn't have the same carefree attitude that the other girl seemed to display. She nodded in greeting to her and then the older student as he arrived. "Agata. Nice to meet you both!"

It seemed that all the Castelobruxo gang would flock together. First Maximo, then Nuria and from memory in some talk around the school, Verona. Them sitting together made sense really. All the other schools had come before to Hogwarts and England, and Agata was disappointed her school hadn't been invited. But this time was different. Even though they weren't particpating in the Tournament themselves, the South American school was able to watch and garner international friendships. But maybe not for long...

It seemed that the Europeans had it out for the warmer southern students. One in particular. Agata scrunched her face in, a frown forming as the boy mocked her and her school. An air of total confidence and arrogance surrounded the boy. Used to teasing and playful jabs from her siblings, she wasn't used to this. This was no academic competition or sporting rival. This was clean old bullying. And she was the victim. Seriously? Could this boy not think of anything better to do, especially at the first feast of the visit? Muttering under her breath, still in Spanish so the boy couldn't understand, she rolled her eyes at him. "Does he think to terrify us? We live in the middle of the jungle!" Tipping her head up, she looked him straight in the eyes, slipping into English so all could hear, directly referring to the Durmstrang boy. "You don't scare us. Although I'm surprised. I wasn't told that a monkey was coming to Hogwarts."