Finished Once Upon A Dream PV Alphonse

Date: February 12th 2025 Interacting: Mentioning: Alphonse Toussaint@Sarai Toussaint-Fleischer

Speaking: #6CB4EE Thoughts: #6495ED Others: #00416A Roleplaying as Geneviève Carys Caussade

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ "Mon amour, Je t'ai vu au beau milieu d'un rêve " ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

A voice broke through her humming and the early afternoon wind as she gathered herself and turned around, only to be graced with a vision of a boy about her age, though noticeably taller and with a darker pallor than her own. Though it was a handsome color for him- perfectly paraphrasing his eyes and with the particularly interesting styling of his hair. She noticed the way he held himself, the fashionable way he was dressed, and finally his eyes.

'The stars...' She thought to herself as she saw the gleaming of the stars inside of his deeply set brown eyes. She paused in her glances for a moment as she listened to him speak in Spanish and then her mother tongue. It wasn't perfect, of course not as it was undertoned by an accent she believed to be Haitian... or perhaps some variant. It could easily adapt to a French tongue however if it were more practised. After all, French had been the root of Haitian Creole- Perhaps he was familiar? Though she wouldn't assume as it was impolite.

She gently fanned herself as she collected her thoughts like a young approachable lady should. The sun had begun to beat down slightly more and she could feel herself growing more flustered as they stood in the sun. And if she felt the heat, she was sure that this handsome young man in front of her did as well. Finally regaining a sense of civility and recognizing her place she spoke to him.

"Oh monsieur, je ne vous ai pas entendu approcher. Je souhaitais simplement un retournement des jardins." Oh sir- I didn't hear you approach. I simply wished for a turnabout the gardens. She spoke in her elegant French accent towards him as she stood up straighter and adjusted the length of her skirt in front of her. It was as presentable as she could make herself as she tried to gauge what it was this young man had approached her for.

Je suppose que vous vouliez quelque chose de similaire. Les jardins sont tout simplement les plus beaux à cette période de l'année. I suppose you found yourself wanting something similar. The gardens are just the loveliest this time of year.She spoke happily as she turned back towards the lavender rose to take in its lovely scent and features. Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. If she wasn't afraid of ruining it for everyone else, she would take it for herself and remove it from the gardens. But the beauty of the color was too rare to remove from those around her and perhaps it would offer comfort to someone else.

Où sont mes manières ? Permettez-moi de me présenter. Je m'appelle Geneviève Carys Caussaude. Un plaisir de faire votre connaissance." Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Geneviève Carys Caussaude. A pleasure to meet youShe smiled with her perfectly practiced curtsey. She gently dipped her head as she spoke in a way that kept her respectable and demure. She took in more of his features and found herself being quite drawn to his dark complexion especially. It was the perfect shade of honey and walnut, reminding her of a sturdy maple tree. She wondered if his name matched his appearance and voice all the same. And where had he traveled from? He surely was not a student of Beauxbatons. She definitely would have noticed a sturdy face such as his own much sooner. Especially one that stood out so deeply.

She looked up at him as her cerulean eyes bore into his own with what she hoped was an honest look. She didn't want to come across as nosy but she wanted to learn his name. Besides, she was entranced by those eyes of his- the color of his eyes was the perfect accompaniment to his stature. Kind, open and easily conveying the same amount of interest that she held for him.

The sun grazed their hair, gently brushing against their skin as if coaxing them to find words, or even gestures to communicate. The sun gently illuminated her face, trying to bring out the gentle rosiness that the natural light did for her. From her fan, the comfort of a manual breeze swished as the only sound between them. The soft trill of the students on the other side of the garden was the only other accompanying sound for the two of them as they stood and she awaited his answer.

Tu parles, n'est-ce pas ? J'ai déjà entendu ta voix une seule fois."You do talk don't you? I've already heard your voice just once.

Date: February 12th 2025 Interacting: Mentioning: Alphonse Toussaint@Sarai Toussaint-Fleischer

Speaking: #6CB4EE Thoughts: #6495ED Others: #00416A Roleplaying as Geneviève Carys Caussade

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ "Mon amour, Je t'ai vu au beau milieu d'un rêve " ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Listening to his partially adequate French amused her to no end. It was clear that he could understand her but he had little to no idea whatever it was he was saying back to her. It wasn't perfect but if he had the willingness to learn she figured he absolutely could learn. It would take time but with his accent, she had a feeling he would pick it up with a more practiced ease quite quickly. She couldn't help the smile that graced her features as he spoke back to her with answers to her questions. It wasn't perfect but he was trying. More so than she could say for the other students across the nations who had come to visit.

Well... That wasn't the kindest of ideals- She hadn't spoken to any other international student besides Alphonse. And what a name- Something befitting of royalty quite literally, as it meant 'noble' and 'ready.' She wasn't sure whatever it was he was ready for but she assumed when he figured it out, he would astound the world with his structure. The way he carried himself was appropriate for one named such as himself. It was rare that she found another student who held themselves to the high standards that their names pronounced to the world. Her name had come from the picturesque landscape that was her home and perfectly matched her outward appearance. She was a "white wave," a fair maiden even with the beauty, poise, and grace to continue upholding her forename. Geneviève could only hope that he knew this inherently and chose to abide by it as he matured.

She felt the warmth of the sun dissipate as he stepped in front of the rays that were permeating her skin as a semblance of shade for her. Oh how kind, taking care to ensure that she would not pass out from the heat of the day. What a gentleman. Minding her manners, she chose to answer his question while weedling in another of her own.

"Mon Dieu, comme le soleil brille cet après-midi. Votre stature est appréciée pour offrir une teinte fraîche." My God, how the sun shines this afternoon. Your stature is appreciated to offer a fresh shade She smiled politely as she gently cast her gloved hand over her eyes so that she could look at him in his eyes correctly and not with an unsightly squint that would cause premature wrinkles. And being the only eligible lady in her family, she couldn't afford to mar her face or skin with anything unsightly. She needed to remain appealing to her subjects. "Est-ce que je me trompe en disant que vous parlez la langue de l'Ange ? Anglais? Would it be easiest for you?" Am I wrong in saying that you speak the language of the Angel? EnglishShe followed up, switching to the harsh English language that was far more common than her preferred French way of speaking.

It would be kind after all, to find some common ground between the two so that miscommunications would be rendered a mystery. And... though she would never admit to anyone outside of her tutor and the few full-blooded English people that she knew of, her English was no better than an infant who had only just begun to speak in terms of the accent. Her th's and z's found themselves muddled and replaced far too easily. The letter H? What on Earth could that even sound like? "Ahhchhh?" was that correct?

Speaking English to this young man before her would not only be beneficial but would make her better. And what better way to become better than others than to simply practice with someone? Again- Never admitting it, but taking advantage of it. If she was smart he would never know.

The heat of the day was beginning to parch her throat. She had seen some other students carrying those hideous "water bottles" around with them but of course, how was that to match with her outfit? This gorgeous ballgown was entirely just for show and to demonstrate her social status and wealth. The outfits her fellow students in the garden party were wearing were... quaint- adequate for a garden party she supposed. Though if there was anything fancier then surely they would have something more appropriate? Oh well, she supposed she could hand-pick a few lucky individuals whom she deemed easily presentable and allow them to look through her gala of specialty dresses for such occasions. Though she should probably pull herself from her thoughts and answer the question that had just left Alphonse's mouth.

Oh yes. The rose- Would she like to take it? Of course, she would! Roses were easily one of her favorite flowers. Call it cliche or however you will, but no other flower compared or filled her heart with such a swell as a rose did. Would it be impertinent to disturb the rose? Perhaps. But it was quite dazzling and would compliment her outfit well.

"This rose, it is so... lovely by itself- It would bode well for a companion to partake in it's loveliness." She spoke with a smile as she removed her glove and gently pushed her hand into the bush before gasping softly as a thorn nicked her finger.

"Ah! Oh mon Dieu!"

Date: February 12th 2025 Interacting: Mentioning: Alphonse Toussaint@Sarai Toussaint-Fleischer

Speaking: #6CB4EE Thoughts: #6495ED Others: #00416A Roleplaying as Geneviève Carys Caussade

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ "Mon amour, Je t'ai vu au beau milieu d'un rêve " ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Geneviève looked at him with admiration as he offered her the rose. It was so beautifully pronounced that she wondered if it was slightly too big to hold without crushing it. Alphonse had already done so much by offering her his handkerchief to quell her weeping finger after the thorn had bitten her. The deep ruby red had nearly dripped and stained her gown but he had saved her gown by wrapping her finger in the soft material.

Now with the rose, she felt so giddy. She felt herself growing nervous about how to respond after he had called her a rose. Roses were her favorite flower, and though he couldn't have known about her favorite flower given that they had only just met, it made her heart flutter that he had called her such a beautiful name.

She gently held the rose to her eyes, observing the pale lavender color that stained its petals. Hints of white remained where the color had not fully permeated. The rose was imperfect but still just as gorgeous nonetheless. She thought that it was wonderful.

From the inside of the Beauxbatons dining hall, they could hear the commotion and excitement of all the schools getting together. It seemed as though the party was in full swing, and while she had already participated, she wondered if Alphonse had gotten the opportunity to enjoy the festivities and the inner beauty of the French Academy of Magic. She always found that people were mesmerized by the fact that they were surrounded by beautiful music and serenaded by the forest nymphs. It was ever so romantic on any given day, but the music being played this week simply took the cake. It was something that simply set them above the other schools in this regard.

Speaking of other schools, Geneviève wasn't entirely sure where to place Alphonse from. The Haitian Creole that underlaid his English could imply that he went to either Ilvermorny or perhaps the school of Castlebruxo. Now she had never been to either, it wasn't in her father's itinerary to visit the United States of America or Southern America as it were but she did so enjoy the idea of visiting the big cities of the states. Or even Brazil or Argentina. She did so love traveling. But France was her home and she would always find herself turning over with homesickness if she was away for too long.

"Now Alphonse, do tell me- your school? Which school is it that you belong to?" She asked as the bleeding of her finger came to a halt. She pulled the handkerchief away looking at her finger to ensure that it had fully finished before she gloved her hand with her matching satin glove. Though she was unsure about what to do with the handkerchief. It was soiled with blood and ought to be cleaned before she returned it yes?

Would he be upset if she pocketed it until their next meeting? That was to say, would he appreciate her having it set off to the launders in the understretches of the school?

She pocketed it anyway. She would return it to him later, clean and pressed.

"Have you been in the celebration? It's so magnifique. So tellement très beau..." She said, slipping backward into French. It was a habit that came from the overuse of her English. Of course, she had been learning English for some time now, ever since she was about five or so, but as with any second language- it was hard not to fall back to where one's brain was more comfortable. She hoped Alphonse didn't mind. It seemed he knew enough to catch up with whatever it was she said but she didn't want to be rude. Though she couldn't help it- her brain was exhausting itself trying to come up with the correct spot of English for communication.

She just continued to smile and remain polite to the boy in front of her.