The Arrival Tea Party
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Ability: Muggle's Condition
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The Arrival Tea Party
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Thoughts: italicsDevon 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.Reducio
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❀ 02/12/25 クィディッチ
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Japanese = green | English = white | Spanish = red | Thoughts = italics + #bc8f8f
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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Sixth Sense | Chasers Interception
@Avery Gray | @Pamela Graham | @Sabrina Lyons | @Avis Marlong
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FEBRUARY 12th, WEDNESDAY EDITION |
14:00-17:00, MID-AFTERNOON |
DINING CHAMBER, BEAUXBÂTONS ACADEMY |
@Mamori Anezaki, @Ruth Fairchild, & @Pamela Graham |
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SIMPLY STUCK WITH THE RAVEN-HAIRED BADGER
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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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Char. Stats.: sta 4 • eva 6 • str 3 • wis 8 • arc 7 • acc 7
memento mori; memento vivere
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The Arrival Tea Party
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@ Roleplaying as approved Beauxbatons iNCP Peter Smith @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!454 words and about to interact with the lovely @Aurélie Duval (@Ophelia Northwell)
outfit date key stats Reduciouniform Reduciofebruary 12th, 2025 Reduciothoughts •English •Welsh• rp Reduciostamina seven × evasion five × strength seven × wisdom
eight × arc power eight × accuracy eight × calming presence × keen eyeocc noteReducioplease do not try to “guess” peter’s welsh accent as he tries to hide it. only if i give you explicit permission you may or if you already know that peter is welsh; thank you! ;]
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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.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?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.OOC Information
GOAL: PREVENT THE SPIKING AND "MURDER" OF THE POOR ASSASSIN VICTIM
Welcome to the Arrival tea party!
1. To participate, you must be indexed. If you are not indexed yet, please apply here for Hogwarts students and here for iNPC.
2. Moderation will occur every other week on Saturdays.
3. Your character is allowed one moderated action per round. Please specify your moderated action somewhere OOC in your post.
ReducioModerated actions are those actions that requires rolls like casting a spell on someone, physically fighting (like punching) with someone, surprising someone etc. Rolls are not needed for pre-decided or consented actions, like asking someone for a dance.
4. Please include your abilities and stats in your post.
5. Please follow all usual HIO rules.
6. Enjoy the tea party!
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((OOC Summarizing Dennis responses before the play))@Minnie Duke, @Tracey Bailey, @Kim Sato
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.
Action: Eating snacks
Adult: Makaio Kāne | iNPC: Maria Leung de Almeida
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Ability: Metamorphmagus Interacting With: @Tracey Bailey and @Dennis Tumberton and @Kim Sato Word Count: 227/200
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Thinking: Italics ↜↝ Action/Stats:ReducioAction: Attempting to look around the tea room
Stats: stamina: 6|evasion: 7|strength: 3|wisdom: 7| arcane power: 8|accuracy: 4
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