18 Jun 2019, 00:29
A Matter of Rings and Futures
@Evelyn Moore
I'm insanely sorry with the amount of time this took- I've been taking on a lot more characters in different areas and had not much inspiration trying to write this out. Apologies once more-
I'm insanely sorry with the amount of time this took- I've been taking on a lot more characters in different areas and had not much inspiration trying to write this out. Apologies once more-
The sun overhead seemed overly warm to Astrea's sensitive skin as she clambered up the towering ash tree situated in a small grove clustered together in a small sector of vibrantly green grass that grew around the grounds of Hogwarts. Up one-two, up one-two, another branch, another feeling of the rough bark and slippery boughs of greenery.
Finally, she found a small nook between a crossroads of branches, the sturdy area acting as like a chair as she nestled herself inside. The tails of her robes draped over the wood, black fabric catching the light breeze rustling through the leaves as Astrea made herself comfortable with her back pressed up against the trunk and one foot dangling. Fishing out a small scroll of paper bound with an elegant green ribbon and two red wax seals, a small scowl split her indifferent expression.
A letter from her parents. She had already gotten one a few days prior, which she had failed to read in entirety before she had become preoccupied with attempting to tame down the indignant twin family owls who had screeched at another owl snootily when said owl had stared at them for too long. She pulled at the ribbon and cracked the seals carefully, pulling her robes up in order to pocket the discarded green silk. Uncurling the pristine parchment, Astrea started to read the crisply formal right-slanted cursive.
ReducioNeptune-Chou Family
Cedarwood Castle
London, England 127005
Astrea Soleil Neptune-Chou III
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Scotland
To the rightful heir to the Chou-Neptune fortune and name, Astrea,
I trust you are in good health and behaving yourself in a way that is proper for a person of your status and blood. Your mother and I have sent a letter 3 days prior, and are expecting a returning message back. We are awaiting news of your actions away from the manor from your relatives, regarding behaviour, acquaintances, work ethic, and settlement apart from the family.
I have received a letter from Lord Moon of Stonegate Castle in France concerning a future meeting between our two heirs in the near future. It has been concluded that a visitation together is needed and that upon your return for the summer will result in a month-long trip with the Moon family. This decision is non-negotiable, and it will do some good to appeal yourself to your future in-laws. Keep yourself in check, consequences will be dire if you are caught behaving in a way that is inappropriate from the expectations set upon our family.
Your father,
Lord Byung-Hee Geon Chou
After rereading the letter once more in order to fully understand the intentions of her father sending such a letter so close to another, Astrea placed it down upon her lap and sighed in irritation, eyebrows furrowing slightly as she ran a hand through midnight locks.
Leave it to her father to discuss a matter of her betrothal without any other opinion. Sauron was a good person, really. Brilliant in manners, schoolwork, and general living- but Astrea was still in her first year and flooing over to the Stonegate Mansion for a portion of her break was not the most desirable. As she mulled over the thought, a breeze blew through the leaves and brushed the letter off of her lap and down toward the ground far below.
With an alarmed jerk, Astrea peered down where the marked parchment was fluttering slowly farther away from her.
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| astrea neptune ... | ... johannes sauer |
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18 Jun 2019, 02:09
A Matter of Rings and Futures
She's woken up to a note fluttering against her nose. Sprawled out on an enchanted hay bale with with bits of dry grass clinging to her hufflepuff scarf and her thick messy mane of locks. Her arms push their way under her chest, scattering aside the cushion she's napping in. Slowly the backdrop of hooting birds filters back into her hearing- having previously been carefully tuned out as she went to sleep. Pushing herself upwards she propels her tiny frame up into a crosslegged sitting position.
The back of her pale hand rubs against her dreary but dead eyes. The light evening breeze filters through the window and brushes against her face, teasing loose strands of her choppy hair before dropping it in order to press the letter against her chest again. Now thoroughly awake she runs her tongue across her dry lips and slides her fingers between the curled up letter. After separating it with one hand her stare slides across the neatly written ink.
The formal wording of the letter is foreign to her despite being a pureblood (probably the by product of her parents never bothering to teach her anything and her never being interested enough to search it out on her own). Still, she manages to figure out the gist of what it's about- since she's fairly certain that her parents' marriage was arranged in a somewhat similar manner- by the time she reaches the ending. Her dexterous fingers deftly fold the letter back up; it's poised between the loops of her scarf before she remembers that it's not hers.
She blinks, a yawn splitting open her jaw as she realizes that she's probably not as awake as she thought. Her hand once again swipes across her eyes, though it's more to push back her hair then anything else. Evelyn pulls the submerged tip out of her soft crochet accessory. She glances around the owlery to see where the letter came and who this 'Astrea' might be.
It's fine! I totally get and I might be a tad slow on replies myself, so take your time!
The back of her pale hand rubs against her dreary but dead eyes. The light evening breeze filters through the window and brushes against her face, teasing loose strands of her choppy hair before dropping it in order to press the letter against her chest again. Now thoroughly awake she runs her tongue across her dry lips and slides her fingers between the curled up letter. After separating it with one hand her stare slides across the neatly written ink.
The formal wording of the letter is foreign to her despite being a pureblood (probably the by product of her parents never bothering to teach her anything and her never being interested enough to search it out on her own). Still, she manages to figure out the gist of what it's about- since she's fairly certain that her parents' marriage was arranged in a somewhat similar manner- by the time she reaches the ending. Her dexterous fingers deftly fold the letter back up; it's poised between the loops of her scarf before she remembers that it's not hers.
She blinks, a yawn splitting open her jaw as she realizes that she's probably not as awake as she thought. Her hand once again swipes across her eyes, though it's more to push back her hair then anything else. Evelyn pulls the submerged tip out of her soft crochet accessory. She glances around the owlery to see where the letter came and who this 'Astrea' might be.
It's fine! I totally get and I might be a tad slow on replies myself, so take your time!
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Evelyn Moore
Stam: 5 Con: 12 Ag: 8 Str: 5
18 Jun 2019, 03:44
A Matter of Rings and Futures
*Hello there once more~ Can you clarify exactly where Evelyn is please? The only hints I got were that there was a window near her and that she was on a hay bale.Astrea's dark eyes track the letter with a tight feeling of worry and apprehension building in her chest, the parchment flying further away from the tree she was situated in. A sense of alarm sprung in her as she sat up, pulling her legs and robes over to one side as she gripped the trunk. The bark was rough and patterned distinctly with diamond-like sectors as she attempted to find her way back down.
Luckily for her, the ancient lopsided tree was full of opposite branching, said limbs thick and sturdy as she carefully climbed her way back down. Astrea lept down from the lowest-hanging branch that drooped downward and landed in the expanse of plush emerald zoysia grass on her hands and knees, the cool sward pleasantly contrasting with the sunny skies above. The young heir pushed herself up to her feet, her silver striped basil tie loose and skewed to the right.
From the corner of her eye, she could see the corner of a cream parchment flutter away and into an open window, stray strands of yellow hay sticking out of the frame messily. Astrea started to stride forward toward the gaping window of the area, her free hands coming up to loosen her necktie out and redo the knot with deft fingers. She straightened the now properly made Slytherin tie out as she grew closer to the room, stopping for a second to run a pale hand through her dark hair in an attempt to appear presentable in her slightly frazzled state. Once she was content with how she came across, Astrea leapt over the plotting that lined the wall and peered inside.
There was another inside of the stone-walled room, sprawled atop an enchanted haybale with a crocheted Hufflepuff scarf wrapped around their neck and a letter in their hands. The brunette didn't seem to notice her, but upon their hair swipe, the Slytherin could see the cracked open twin red seals of her combined families.
"Greetings and salutations~" Astrea greeted smoothly, laying her forearms upon the stone-built rim of the open window and leaning slightly against the cool brick. Her voice was accented slightly, though the exact placement was indistinguishable, and the high tone of aristocracy was apparent in the three words.
| astrea neptune ... | ... johannes sauer |
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