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Kaitlyn fell into one of her old habits. With so many other students at the Beaubâton Tea Party, getting lost in the crowd was so easy. Frankly, that was exactly what happened. The young Slytherin, however, wasn’t keen to be in the spotlight. She had no problem attempting to blend in with all of the other students. And yet, her movements still carried that quiet grace that she loved to epitomize. Her movements were quick as she carried herself around the room.

Her destination was to the snack table for now, and perhaps even to fill a cup of tea, too. ‘Let’s also not forget, I want to visit the art gallery at some point … and I hope to explore around, too,’ she thought, a smile dancing on her lips. That was one of the many reasons why she figured this trip would be beneficial to her. That, and of course, the chance at social interaction. She wasn’t good at it at all.

When she arrived at the snacks, Kaitlyn took a plate and placed a few macaroons on it before pouring herself a cup of tea. Turning around on her heel, her blue eyes scanned the room, hoping to find someone that she knew, or at least someone willing to let the young girl converse with them … at least to attempt to talk. Being awkward certainly didn’t help!
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Devon beamed as she shifted her weight to her toes and silently glided across the floor. She loved dressing up in cute dresses and went just about everywhere in sandals. At the announcement of this trip to the magical school in France, she knew she had to take it. She loved learning about other cultures and having the opportunity to talk to the other students.

For now, though, Devon walked around the room. Her movements were slow and careful, and she was sure not to cause much of a ruckus. Besides, she didn’t want to disrupt the other students. As much as she liked to talk, she still tried her best to be polite … or rather respectful of the other students. Even more so, she tried harder when visiting another country. After all, she wanted the other students to like her.

As her green eyes scanned the room, they fell on a familiar Slytherin student, Kaitlyn. She met the other girl’s eyes and waved at her. With a quiet giggle, Devon stood off to the side for a moment to rest her legs, gently leaning against one of the walls. She liked tea and made a mental note to try the one offered at this party in a momnt.
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As Tracey continued to munch on her eclair, which was probably the best she's ever had, actually, it's the only eclair she's had, she couldn't help but notice that Tone was a bit chatty, but she knew he was being friendly.

Hearing what he said about France, she put her treat down and nodded along with what he said before she herself said,
"I agree with you! I've heard so much about France, from my parents, that I just had to come! I love all the types of love! Love is unique in it's own way,"

Tracey then heard Tone address her specifically, this time asking her about the treat she was eating. She thought about what to say before saying,
"This is actually my first time eating an eclair, so I'm not sure if that statement is true. But I think it is. These are really good! Probably the best i'll ever have,"

Tracey saw another girl joining them, and she smiled at her. She introduced herself as Maria and clearly knew Tone, probably because they attend the same school.

Tracey was about to introduce herself, but Meyra had done that for her. But then Tracey realized she and Maria are cabinmates, so she said,
"Maria, I remember you from the cabin! Your one of Mateo's friends, right?"

Then, Tracey heard Tone finally introduce himself, probably realizing he hadn't done that yet. Tracey did remember hearing about a person named Tone from Mateo, so she assumed that was this Tone, so she said,
"I think Mateo mentioned you in the owl I recieved from him the day after his birthday. Is it true you dragged him from his dorm?"

Hearing Meyra say that she needs to go meet someone, Tracey waved at her. It was a short interaction, but she hoped to interact with Meyra again.
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𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕪 𝔹𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕪 |𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔬 𝔜𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔬
Talent is something you make bloom, instinct is something you polish

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After Mateo had complimented Pamela's name, he wasn't expecting the reaction he had gotten from her, so he just sent her a smile when he heard her thanking him. Perhaps she wasn't good at receiving compliments, or was just taken by surprise with his compliment. Both could be a possibility, but didn't say anything on that matter.

Hearing Sabrina answer his question, he had a feeling Sabrina would ask the question that she did, which caused Mateo to sigh. He shook his head before he said,
"No, I haven't found anyone yet. But, I'm sure I will. I agree, a lot has happened. When I'm back at Hogwarts we can continue our game. I want to enjoy my time here. Y'know, see everything Beauxbatons has to offer,"

After Mateo had told the girls his input on the matter that Avis had told them about, Mateo listened to what both Pamela and Sabrina had to say and literally had a feeling that everything was going to end in a prank with Sabrina, but he never said anything, he just allowed his thoughts to swirl in his head.

Mateo popped another, random piece of chocolate inside on his mouth, impressed by how rich it tastes. He could definitely use some more of it.

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FEBRUARY 12th,
WEDNESDAY EDITION
14:00-17:00,
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It is, indeed, Mamori's unfortunate day; if only the clockhands could be pulled back, Aurelia would have advised him to run away when they first met—properly in their chess match back in January—as she is evidently a relentless person. She would not have known, of course, that she would demand his presence here in the Arrival Tea Party of Beauxbâtons Academy. The young badger have read many books about these kind of parties before, and it is advised for the young women not to appear in the party alone because, of course, they would look pathetic and unwanted. Such unreasonable double standards, she pondered that thought back then, as young men appearing alone in a party meant he is a bachelor and still available in the marriage market, while young women appearing in a party alone meant they must be bridging the path of being an old maiden and probably undesirable.

How is that fair?

Assuming that the French also have this belief and not only Charlestonians, Aurelia dragged the unknowing pink-haired badger from his bunk bed without so much as asking him to go with her—she just rushed him and dragged him out before he could even grasp the chance to look presentable. The young Hufflepuff witch is also aware of the fact that Mamori would not want to attend the stupid tea party; the reason is simply because the wretched candyfloss did not strike the type of attending such pretentious parties and keeping up a façade in order to please and create a web of connections. Aurelia, however, also despised pretentious parties. She only wanted the experience, maximising the chances Beauxbâtons offered to the Hogwarts students. They are both such individualists, and this is why the Hufflepuff witch preferred to go with him than any other boy in their cottage cabin—and any other boy in the entirety of Hogwarts population, for that matter.

Her deep brown eyes scoured their table. It is beautiful; as the circular table has lace-pattered tablecloth with intricate designs that in one look, surely is expensive. A floral arrangement of roses—to mirror the holiday—sat in the center as the focal point, serving as the centerpiece. Teapots, teacups, and saucers are, of course, in order; porcelain white with golden marks that perhaps form the Beauxbâtons logo. Saucers not only contained pastries and french confectionery, there are naturally an assortment of savoury and finger sandwiches. Her gloved hand reached for one finger sandwich, her deep brown eyes widening as soon as she savoured the taste—egg salad. She almost clapped in extreme happiness, as the young badger preferred savoury items than sweet treats.

"Earl Grey, please," Aurelia wondered aloud, assessing the teabags assorted in front of her. Upon placing the said bag in her teacup, the teapot in front of them automatically floated and poured boiling water. It must be to prevent the guests to stand up from their seats in order to serve their food. Magic, her mind in awe. She put two cubes of sugar in her cup, utilising the decorative sugar tongs and squeezed a bit of a lemon slice; as citrus are her most preference in leaf water. The saucer sitting adjacent to her cup she filled with a stack of macaroons and a slice of fruit tart. She sneaked another finger sandwich. Honestly, she might finish all the savoury items before Mamori could, whatever his preference is. He must be leaning to confectionery, as the pink-haired badger brought a large bag—a size of a pillow—of marshmallows.

Speaking of Mamori Anezaki, Aurelia turned to see him yet to sit beside her. He mentioned Ruth and Pamela, urging her to go with them both. Her deep brown eyes scoured the dining chamber, searching for the said badgers. She immediately found Pamela, conversing with unfamiliar people and perhaps from a foreign school. She's wearing a beautiful purple dress with black frills and laces around the collar, which suit her very well as her blonde hair stood out more. Next, she found Ruth and naturally, she's with Janosch. She attempted to catch her eyes to no avail, before turning to Mamori again. Unfortunately for this candy floss, she knew when people did not like to be around her—and if one thought this will be something the raven-haired badger would be disheartened about, that's where they are wrong.

Aurelia Valentine enjoys the fact.

"Let me think about it, Anezaki," the young Hufflepuff witch made a pretence of tilting her head, a gloved finger tapping her pursed lips as her deep brown eyes are looking at the candlelit chandelier. She really made a show of deeply thinking about it for his sake—humming thoughtfully and shifting her gaze, a pretend inquisition. After 10 seconds, she clasped her gloved hands together, her delicate face bright as she smiled sardonically up at Mamori. "How about no?" Grabbing his hand again, she dragged him down towards the chair beside her, forcing him to sit. "We will be quick, I promise, 30 minutes—tops." Aurelia assured as though she was speaking to an in-a-verge-of-having‐a-tantrum child. This will be a favour, of course, and would love to return it. Aurelia will never tell him—in case he would abuse it by dragging her to break rules... perhaps to see the Abraxans or the Quidditch Pitch. Is exploring even allowed?
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𝓟eter tugged his Beauxbâtons uniform tighter, and he exited his beautiful academy’s doors, heading his way for the gardens. The gardens was his favorite place, reminding him of Ferndale’s charming atmosphere. The Welsh boy took in the lush flowers and plants’ gorgeous scent, as he carried on, his smile growing by the minute.

He hoped Brookline would be here, that’ll mean that he and Brooke would maybe become friends again. They didn’t get off on the right foot during the summer break, and Peter crossed his fingers that their friendship would be renewed, because he would just simply hate it if he saw Brookline here and they never spoke.

But, there was a more heavy matter on his shoulders. Peter was going to see Aurélie again! Sure, he got to see her sometimes during class, but they usually never chatted unless he was teaching her Welsh. They had a few lessons here and then, and Peter still loved teaching her but Peter really wanted to talk to her more than just his first language.

Peter smiled upon catching sight of the tea party. People from all schools were there, and they were talking and laughing. The Welsh boy traveled to one of the tables, snagged a croissant, sniggering before backing up into a well-trimmed hedge. He let out a little gasp, before recovering, and took in the rest of the arrival tea party. Students from all schools. Since when has Beauxbatons invited everyone?

“It is a difference, I suppose. And I guess I’m not almost falling off Hogwarts’ stupid magical stairs!” Peter mumbled under his breath, his curious thoughts making way out of his mouth.

He wondered why and how his headmistress was able to that. Well, no need to worry about that now, time to watch out for Aurélie!
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xxxxx A few days before the arrival of the students, Headmaster Albrecht had created a plan that might be on the grey side of morality, but quite in tune with who he was. He believed it would spice up the event. Although he had notified Célestine that he would be providing entertainment, there would be no notice of what exactly had been planned. A narrative had been planned for the night, a love story displayed through an acting troupe that Emery had hired a few months prior, acting out the play that he had written specifically for this night. The students who now had all entered into the hall would find themselves hearing a sudden trumpet sound as the actors and scene paintings entered onto the stage that had been built. The story unfolded first in the city of love, Paris, France and Emery was pleased with the way the scene was created.
The peculiar fellow named Antoine Marchand was a potioneer living alone in this quaint village. His workshop was cluttered with differing bubbling potions, jars of ingredients and tomes of potion recipes. He had always been interested with the idea of love and falling in love, perhaps to the point of obsession. He viewed love as an intoxicating sweet substance and all its toxic complexities. However, despite his obsession with the idea, he had never experienced love himself. He tried to woo a neighbour, a fiery redhead named Clara Thornhill, an Irish woman who had immigrated to Paris, the past year, but she refused. With this disappointment behind him, Antoine decided it was time he use his skills of potion-making He had decided it was time for desperate measures. He was desperate for love and though he knew it was as bad idea, he would brew a love potion. After hours of mixing and stirring, he finally completed it. However, sadly one batch was wrongly brewed though he did not know. The other batch was successfully brewed. However, Antoine unknowingly brought all batches to enact his plan. The aristocrats of Paris was invited to the manor of Lady Beatrice, a noblewoman known for her extravagant soirees. Antoine would slip the potion to the drinks and have the opportunity for everyone to fall in love with him. He disguised himself as French nobleman, a mask upon his face, and a white powder wig upon his head to blend in with the aristocrats of Paris. When he snuck in, he poured the potion into the drinks and tried to watch and see who would drink his potion. However, as he stayed hidden he heard a commotion. There were hired assassins planning to kill every one at the party. He took out his sword and attempted to save the people in the manor despite his lack of skill. Sadly, he was unable to succeed and he was stabbed in the stomach by one of the assassins. In the end, he confessed to Clara as he lay dying, and she saw a different man in Antoine than she had expected. In order to give the man a peaceful death, Clara confessed her love for him and the bravery he had demonstrated. She held his hand as he passed away.
While everyone was focusing on the play, Emery would direct someone to actually spike the drinks and snacks with potions, and if students were perceptive they would eventually be able to find clues into the mystery of the assassins and Lady Beatrice around the lovely room where the tea party was being held. In fact, they might discover that there was indeed was a person soon to be "murdered" as part of the play. Was this game real or fake? Were there really assassins among their midst? After all, Headmaster Albrecht did have intelligence connections? Would anyone notice the mystery this Valentines' Week evening?
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The table got real busy really quick. Dennis was having a great time. With Tone there it was so lively but not everyone at the table seemed to have the same impression. The first to leave, much to his disappointment, was Maria. He gave her a look that said, ‘please, don’t go,’ but it didn’t appear that she even saw him as she made her way to another table. No matter, Dennis thought, watching her go out of the corner of his eyes, he was sure he’d get more chances to hang out with her in the future.

Minnie was kind as always and was focused on greeting the new comer who didn’t seem all that interested in him. He got that. He wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea…at a tea party. He wasn’t at all sure about our new interloper but at least it seemed like she was getting along well. Before Dennis could have a chance to great Maria though, Tone whipped around and hugged her. That was crazy, Dennis thought, why would you hug a girl! Tone was definitely really friendly! Touching seemed to be something that Dennis didn’t really understand yet.

Tracey seemed to know this Maria lady. It appeared they were roommates here? That was really cool. “What cabin did you guys get?” Dennis asked excitedly to Tracey as he stuffed more of the delicacies in his mouth.

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Suddenly, everyone’s attention fell on the troupe and the play that was happening. Dennis didn’t really get it, nor was he particularly interested in it. While everyone was paying attention, Dennis took the time to stuff himself full of more pastries. Blah blah blah…love…death. Love is really dangerous, Dennis thought to himself kind of shrugging at the obviously well put together production. He hoped he never had to have love, he liked to live.
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Abilities: Fearless and Impartial
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Perhaps people thought she was rude, or didn't like them, but really, she just didn't quite feel like talking. Her brain was thinking about how good French food was, as well as slowly thinking about a prank she could do at this different school. Needless to say, conversation was not on the top of her mind. The people themselves were a chatter she could tune out, and tune them out she did. She liked the people fine, she just wanted to focus on other things. There would be plenty of time to talk later.

A play of sorts started up, and Minnie stared at it for a few seconds, trying to decide if it was interesting enough for her to care about it. In the end, no, it seemed far too boring to just watch. She wasn't really a play person. Sitting still and quiet and watching people act was not her jam. So instead she decided to people watch.

She glanced around the tea place, thinking about maybe getting some tea. After all the snacks from Dennis, she was quite thirsty, and being British herself, liked tea. I wonder what other events will happen during this week? It already seems off to an interesting start. She wondered to herself. All she knew was that this was not going to be an ordinary week in the least.
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It was nice to get away from the buzz of the dining chamber for a brief respite─from his overbearing parents, from his former Castelobruxo and current Ilvermorny classmates that would see Alphonse off. Here in Beaubaxtons, the boy experienced a clean slate; those native to the ivory chateau wouldn't know him or his story, only seeing a young tall man donning the lavish suit as a punishment for his expulsion from Castelobruxo and to preserve the facade of a distinguished young man. Preserve and embellish, he did, which somehow led the Toussaint boy to a nervewracking introduction to Genevieve.

From the heat of the sweltering sun beaming down on the duo in the gardens, it wasn't long until Alphonse paved his path towards the main attraction with his new lovely companion on his arm, who would somehow be delighted to accompany him back to the festivities no less. How the Toussaint progeny managed such a feat would be unbeknownst to him; surely Genevieve deserved proper company akin to her station, but Alphonse wouldn't dare take her time or attention for granted.

Music and scents of French cuisine wafted from there, lulling the pubescent boy to rejoin the jubilee. When the pair arrived, a sudden trumpet sound echoed the chamber signalling actors and stage crew with scene paintings swarmed onto the stage that had been built. Pulling out a chair from an empty table towards the back of the room, lavish with refreshments and all sorts of popular, Valentine-themed desserts. Once Genevieve was seated and comfortable, Alphonse would gently push her chair in before seating beside her.

It appeared a narrative had been planned, likely a love story given the decor of the schoolgrounds and time of year taking place in the city of love, Paris, France in the perspective of a potioneer named Antoine Marchand and an irish fiery redhead woman named Clara Thornhill. A place Alphonse had visited with his stepfather once, yet the country remained still foreign and strange to him─a farcry from the Carribean islands the Toussaint boy called home.

The play eventually took a dark turn; hired assassins slaughtered everyone at a party, and the main character, a disguised "Antoine," withdrew his sword and attempted to save everyone before being stabbed in the stomach by one of the assassins.

"What kind of story is this?" Alphonse muttered lowly, not necessarily to Genevieve but simply struck with pure confusion, and glanced in her direction occasionally. Clara would confess her love for Antoine as he eventually succumbed to death while holding hands. His eyes remained glued to the stage ahead, unaware of the tricks that proceeded right under his nose.

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—— actions. Watching the play with Geneviève
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