Arrival Thread - Magical Schools - May 2021 Arrival

Interacting with: - @Aspen Summers as Clara Durand -@Serena Towers Mentioning the above

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RPing as iNPC Milo Durand Date: 21st May 2021 Outfit: Beauxbatons uniform

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Grace, elegance, beauty, all sorts of things that represented his school that he was so proud of, of course his teachers wouldn't agree. They had arrived in the classic, fancy carriage. The headmaster of Beauxbatons definitely had Milo sat in his office on a semi-regular basis, it would be more...but he was good at not getting caught.

Entering the great hall with his sister, he couldn't help but gaze around the room, the architecture of the building had amazed him so far, he couldn't wait to explore this castle, every nook and cranny. "Woauh, ce château est si impressionnant, ce n’est rien comme notre académie." Wow, this castle is so impressive, it's nothing like our academy. He said, briefly looking to Clara to see what she thought.

"Fais attention Clara, qui sait comment sont les gens dans cette école." Be careful Clara, who knows what people are like in this school. He was mostly referring to people who could possibly take advantage of her, but just in general being cautious in a new location around a group of new people tends to be a good idea for safety reasons.

Heading over to the closest table, now his attention turned to the few people dotted about, seemingly from various schools, some people were dressed in casual clothes, as it was a more casual time, but some had decided to remain in their uniforms such as himself, handy, for having a look at where people were from, he could see the variety of schools, he knew there would be the 5 schools coming, but he could see more clearly the variety now. He scanned the tables, seeing who he could chat to, before he spotted a pretty girl not too far away. He tried to figure out her age, knowing there were all ages of people there, but her small stature didn't overly help, he would just have to be cautious.

Milo looked towards Clara, "Ça va aller tout seul?"Will you be alright by yourself?, upon whatever response he would receive, he gave a small wave to his sister before stepping away, he would definitely keep an eye on her from a distance. But she hadn't disappointed him before.

Aapproaching who he would soon meet to be Serena Towers, he stood in front of the table across from her, "Er, hello, can I sit with you?" He said, mildly awkwardly as he wasn't used to speaking English, from the combination of his accent and his uniform, it was very clear which school he was from. "You look.." Dang it, he had already forgotten the words, he had been practicing for weeks for this exact excursion, he was usually great at picking up languages, but for some reason english had found itself to be his weakness. "...solitaire..mademoiselle." Essentially he said "You look lonely, miss." but with a giant gap and a language skip

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I am going on an adventure!

This was the thought that had motivated Luka for the last week or so. The Headmistress had announced that they would be allowed to attend an event at another school, a place in Scotland called Hogwarts. He had been informed that it was a very famous Wizard school in the United Kingdoms, something about famous people and events. More importantly, there would be other wizards he could meet and make friends with. And Quidditch players! As fun as it was to play Quidditch back at Koldovstoretz, the chance to get to talk to Quidditch players from other schools was so much more exciting. So of course he had asked to go to this Blossom Ball and of course he had excitedly encouraged his favorite teammate, Anastasia, to come as well.

Their arrival at the castle was greeted by a helpful man who explained that he was the Head of House for Hufflepuff, whatever that was. Were they like some sort of pygmy puff? As he showed them to their bunks, a series of cabins in a campground area near the school, he also gave them all sorts of interesting facts about the staff. His eyes widened in amazement at the idea that they would let a former Swedish spy hide in their school.

Next stop was dinner in the school proper. As he stepped through the doors of the Great Hall, he stared unabashedly at the long tables full of food, the hovering candles that lit the vast chamber, and the students… So many students! "Ana!" He tugged on Ana's sleeve excitedly. "Look Ana! So many wizards! Where do you think the Quidditch players sit?" He looked around but nothing jumped out at him immediately so he simply made his way over to the nearest table and took a seat, glancing at the other atudents already sitting nearby. "Hello!" He would greet them with a sunny smile, not at all intimidated by the strangers. "I'm Luka!"

Mentioning ~ Andrew 'Drew' Lycan @Rose Moon ~ Rosella Sokolov @Logan Baird ~ Iris Fields @Katrina Walker

(Open to Interactions) Interacting ~ Cassie Heather @Lucia Fox ~ Werner Schmeikl @Kage Suzuki

Languages ~ Russian ~ French ~ Spanish ~ German ~ English ~ Norwegian

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Outfit: Beauxbatons uniform
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We are finally here! At Hogwarts. Astoria's school. I am so happy to have arrived! Mom will be happy, I will be able to work on my English. I almost jump in place so I'm excited. He admitted that the trip was long and boring. In the carrose, hardly anyone was arguing. But you had a book with you. A very good book. Muggle book but you love their books. It's Oksa Pollock. A fantastic saga.
Being in France, not really far, we arrived first. We're going to camp. Camp! When I found out about this, I was not really thrilled, you can believe me. But OK. There will be a ball. First step, integrate even if we stay only three weeks.
We approach the castle. It is huge and it looks like the Middle Ages. Well, that makes sense because that's when it was built. But still! Our chateau has a thousand times more style! A beautiful chateau, large with large windows. Frankly, I hope it will be better in it!
Well, it's a little better in there. But it's not the same as Beauxbatons! Beauxbatons is luxury, refinement ... Here, it's too simple in my opinion. Second step, find Astoria to avoid being lost from the first moments.
Exactly, wouldn't it be her looking at me from the stairs? Small, black hair, gray eyes, she stares at me, looking delighted. Yes it's her! It can only be her. As the row is breaking, I walk over to my cousin as she runs down the stairs.
-Astoria! C'est trop cool de te voir! Euh, excuse moi... It's so great to see you!

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Astoria! It's so cool to see you! Uh, excuse me ...

I always mix my brushes between French and English. It's annoying sometimes. But for now, I rush over to Astoria to give her a hug.

Roleplaying as INPC Rodion Makarovich | Koldovstoretz | Charmer

Interacting with @Violet Carrington as Anastasia Prokovdine

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Mentioning @Kazuo Shimada as Luka Volkov

This will be an exciting month.

An entire month in a different school and a foreign country, what could possibly go wrong? Well, everything. He can’t figure out why Ana refused to talk to him like a normal person and instead, she drooled over that instant noodle haired boy named Luka. The reason why Ana decided to go with Luka and not him will always remain to be Koldovstoretz’s biggest unsolvable mystery. Not even the beauty that radiated from the castle of Hogwarts could take his attention away from his crush. His blood was boiling like the fungi face potion on a cauldron ready to be served for Luka. If the yellow spaghetti boy had fungus all over his face, Ana would NEVER be his date.

“Ana, Hogwarts is pretty, huh? Not as pretty as you, though.” At this point, the Russian brunette looked a little desperate for Ana’s attention. But, like most ‘utterly in love’ twelve-year-olds who thought they know the meaning of love, there’s no way he will lose against Luka. He sighed to calm himself down. He tried to resist the urge to hex Luka right on his first day in Hogwarts. No matter how many times his uncle said, ‘there are plenty of fishes in the sea’, they could never compare to Ana’s beauty, but, maybe they will make Ana jealous and dump Luka in the middle of the ball.

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When it was announced that Koldovstoretz was going to take a voyage to this magical school that everyone knew so well, Anastasia immediately started to think and wonder how the visit to the scottish magical school would be like. Her imagination did wonders. It was clearly a very famous school, and much older than the school she was currently attending. She didn't fear the fact that she wasn't a native english speaker, since she did know enough to mantain a conversation, but the difference between cultures and manners was enough for her to read a book about how british, french, and the other nationalities that were joining the visit to the castle. How they acted, speaked, and did most things wasn't that very different to her habits and culture, however her preocupation to disturb someone with her way of sppeaking or her manners was insane.

When the 21st of May came at last, Anastasia was prepared with as many english compliments and frases that she could muster in her mind of a twelve year old. Whatever happened, she was going to make a good impression on the schools, and possibly make new friends and aquintances. That was the goal of visiting England, right? Making new connections between the different schools, host events, etc. Whether she was right or wrong, Anastasia would surely enjoy herself by the time Koldovstoretz would have completed their trip.

When she finally pressed her hand against the portkey at Koldov, and arrived in a few seconds later at her destination, she looked around to still see the other Russian school's students, the beautiful Headmistress and a man, surely the professor, in the campgrounds. She immediately checked where the castle was. The school was so big that Ana had to take a step backwards at her own surprise, gasping slightly. After the shock, she listened to the man that was giving them directions, keeping a peeled eye for any anomalies or strange things that might be around. She listened to the gossips, and was pretty shocked to hear that there was a fugitive in the school. All the other things were pretty funny thought, and seemed harmless enough to make her laugh.

She was delighted to enter the castle. She looked around at its long halls and corridors, and took a nice look at every single detail. Not least- certainly the appearance that mostly piqued her attention - the Great Hall. Anastasia's eyes widened with exitement as she saw the wide castle's main room shine with the many candles that lightened it, floating in the air like bright clouds that would be the least resemblance to a cloud, but oh well , surely enchanted with a spell. Anastasia looked up to take a closer look at the entire room, and was surprised to see that the cieling had "disappeared", that it to say that the sky could be seen from the castle without needing to go outside. Surely another spell, she thought.


The next second, Ana was being dragged by her exited friend Luka, through the hall, shwoing her all the details that she had already seen. Thought Luka could be a bit, uh, too active at times, he was still her friend, fellow Quiddich player, and ball date. She had to admit, all this exitement was making her smile more widely. She awkwardly waved at any student that she saw, looking at their uniforms and trying to tell by their accent and language in which school they were. When Luka asked her where the Quiddich Players might seat themselves, She wondered that too. She was eager to see and ask her fellow players of the sport what they thought about Quiddich, and maybe have some talk about it. Who knows? Maybe they might just meet one day, on the pitch, playing a "friendly" match against each other.

She sat down and looked at her empty plate. She wasn't much of a eater, so she started to enjoy a piece of toast and some tea, but then she heard a voice behind her: “Ana, Hogwarts is pretty, huh? Not as pretty as you, though.”

Oh how annoying that voice was to her ears. Anastasia barely even looked around, since she already knew who it was. Really, the Russian boy was really desesperate, right? Ana already knew that Rodion was going to be annoying x2 since the Blossom Ball was arriving, and mst students were going to invite a date to this dance thing~ [IN RUSSIAN] "I'm trying to enjoy myself, but you and your charms are ruining it." Ana said curtly, finally turning around to stare at the brown-haired boy. "Just turn around and take a seat with some guys of your kind. Simple! Stop talking to me till eternity ends, okay?"

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[font=big caslon]As iNPC Ophélie Moore Outfit: uniform Open to Interactions

[font=big caslon]French: #664F6F English: #190047 Russian: #351664

[font=big caslon]Interacting: Charles Alluring [@Henry Knight] Mentioning: everyone

[font=big caslon]Ophélie has, most certainly and undeniably, reached the very peak of how much joy one can physically have inside them.

There is no doubt about that because how could one possibly be happier than this? They are beaming, as widely as ever, if not more. Their neck is craned upwards as they spin in circles, and hop up and down, attempting to touch the floating candles, and then look around at their peers, trying to take in every single person because there are so many faces to absorb into their memory forever. So many smiles to match theirs, so many frowns too. But why would anyone be frowning on a day like this?

When Ophé heard about this trip to the legendary castle in the Scottish highlands... they had been nothing short of thrilled. A chaotic mix of panic and absolute ecstasy filled them to the brim, until they were practically spilling over with the excitement of it all. Many hugs had been given that day, along with many squeals of pleasure, and all they could see were towering turrets and beautiful mountains full of life and rainbows that were sure to grace the sky on the fateful day that was coming, so soon, too soon, and what would they wear? Their Beauxbatons uniform, probably, but accessories were vital, as well, to stand out from the crowd. A sterling silver bracelet reading "they/them" that their mother had gifted them with when they came out, a white cloth headband... they looked perfect, perfectly perfect, and the whole world was perfect too.

They crane their neck to gaze over the crowd, straining to look over heads. One of them in particular catches their eye. It's a blond head of hair, one that they conjured in their mind before this whole thing and promised themself they would remember. Apparently it's worked because their is no mistaking that mane. Ophé pushes themself through the swarm and throws their arms around their friend in a massive hug.

"Charles! It's so good to see you!" After a moment, they will untangle themself, still beaming. "Seeing your face is very odd. I can only think of ink and writing when I imagine you, but you're actually here! In person! How were your travels?" After listening to their answer, and responding accordingly, they will offer another quick hug, stand, twirl, and move along, squeezing as gracefully through the groups of students as possible.

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Viola entered the Great Hall with nothing less than excellent elegance and grace. She looked around at her surroundings. The hall was certainly large, and had a rustic, cosy quality to it, though it seemed it could only dream of living up to that of Beauxbatons. She chuckled mildly to herself. There were four tables, the majority of one filled with students wearing red, one filled with yellow, one green and one blue.

Of course, Viola had done excessive research on this prior to her arrival, and was aware that these were the four houses of Hogwarts. One for the brave, one for the kind, one for the wise, and one for the cunning. She also knew the year of Hogwarts' founding and every headmaster and professor the school had had in the years since its founding. There probably would not be a test, but it was always good to be prepared.

She smiled, knowing exactly where she wanted to sit. Though green had never been her colour, this was the house for the ambitious ones, and an ambitious one she was. She took her seat, legs crossed, and got to observing those near her. There were some interesting people amongst the crowd. She had always been one for mingling and building connections, but she wasn't about to approach someone unless there was dire need to do so. She had never liked seeking out conversation when she could easily wait for conversation to seek out her.

The ups and downs of this boat was something the Aalberg boy was never going to get used nor he was any closer to understanding the magic that managed to work in so many ways that they were able to cram the entirety of the student population of Durmstrang on a rickety boat that while appealing to the eye in some nature, it was not a very comfortable experience for those clamoring to have a go. For some of them, it was a once in a lifetime event as it was not often they got to visit their English counterparts and at the mention that the other schools would be attending, some of them got to talking. He had heard much talk about Hogwarts, the school nestled in London that presumbaly reigned supreme though Jan had his serious doubts about that. No school pursued the magical education of witches and wizards as passionately as Durmstrang grooming them to the best the wizarding population could have as the boat finally broke the surface comming to a creaking halt as it docked and a collective sigh of relief went up from the group of students around them. It was a sign they had arrived as people began to rise. Jan took a minute to smooth out the front of his fur coat before climbing out to the upper deck.

Sure enough, they had. The castle was visible against the horizon in all it's glory as he followed the file of students who were being guided by not one of their own but he presumed someone from this curious little school as the German boy fell in line his eyes taking in the appearance of the school. He had never been able to set foot inside the castle itself last time being limited to only the campgrounds but now, they were actually going inside and he was curious to see just what secrets and lavish things this establishment held. Jan was not to be disappointed as the change of scenery changed from the dark, brooding underbelly of their ship to the grande expanse of the Great Hall flooded with torchlight as his eyes took in the four long tables, each one adorned with the house colors. "Gryffindor, Ravenclaw..Slytherin and Hufflepuff." He muttered to himself trying to recall what he remembered about the English school.

He debated for a minute which table to seat himself at before making his beeline towards the Gryffindor table considering himselves their equivalent given the fact he himself was a fine member of the Atticus house at Durmstrang which was pretty much the same thing as he sounded a greeting to some nearby students. "I'm just gonna slip in here." He told the kids before his figure implanted itself in the seat before anyone else could protest. He wasn't here to debate and argue, he needed a seat and food. Jan had just spent what felt like a milennia on a ship to small to carry more than two people and any opputurnity to feast and unwind from that trip was not one he was going to pass up as he spooned some soup onto his plate closing his eyes in relative bliss as the warm liquid soothed his throat. It was a welcome addition to relieve the biting cold tempatures they had left behind.

"Ausgezeichnet." Perfection, he could be here all day if he wanted.

As Approved iNPC Iris Fields Mentioning: Werner, Cassie, Drew Interacting With: Charles Alluring@Henry Knight

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Iris was thankfully saved from her desperate search for someone to sit by rather quickly. The familiarity of Norwegian turned Iris' head before she recognized who was speaking or even who it was directed to. "Charles! Your Norwegian has improved," Iris wasn't terribly sure if that statement was correct seeing as it had been several months sense they had conversed and in that time she had less and less time to speak Norwegian herself, thanks to her over-controlling grandmother. But nonetheless, it was pleasant to speak in Norwegian again.

Charles was quick to find someone else he knew and was called by that person, who Iris didn't recognize. Charles looked ready to race over there but instead invited Iris, "As long as I'm not a bother, certainly," Iris followed along behind Charles, also keeping an eye out in the crowd. He seemed to have become quite popular while Iris had the sinking feeling that she had become less so.

Iris let Charles do his own thing, hanging a few steps behind him as he chatted with his friends, but couldn't help her head turn at Charles' speaking of what she assumed was French. How many languages could he speak? Charles introduced them all to one another. Werner from Durmstrang. Cassie who was apparently mischievous. Someone named Drew who Charles was currently calling into the crowd for. Iris felt a bit more at home without the need to look around for important people like she 'should' be. Besides, there wasn't that much pressure to do much of anything, "Pleasure to meet you all. As Charles said, I am Iris… Kingston" Iris caught herself before saying her correct last name, she would do a little something for her grandmother.

As the conversation continued, Iris stayed mostly quiet, fighting the instincts her grandmother had enforced. When there was a beat of silence, Iris spoke up in a quiet voice to Charles "Aren't you popular tonight," Poking fun was definitely not what her grandmother would want, finally she was finding herself again. Besides, it was nice to have an excuse to speak her language again.

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