The Arrival Tea Party Valentines 2025

Roleplaying as Casey Stone from Ilvermorny

February 12th 2025
Speech: Bold #257379
Thoughts: Bold Italics
Mentioning: @Gideon Athanatos

Nah.... Nah... Hmm.

Red velvet cupcake. Casey would settle with that. Nothing else seemed to really catch his eye other than the glass of raspberry lemonade he poured himself just a few minutes before. He didn't mind a sugar fix every now and then, but his taste for sweet things was nowhere near on the same level as Emily's. He balanced the chocolate bun he spotted that he would take over to Emily shortly in the same hand as the glass. With the other he managed a glass of apple and elderflower juice for her.

"I hope you don't plan on eatin' dinner until way later, because some of this stuff looks kinda fillin'--"

He got one look at Emily's face and saw her staring tensely at something behind him. Casey noted the stiffness in her posture and how she secretively covered her hand. He eyed her quizzically.

"What's gotten you in a tizzy all of a sudden?"

He followed her line of sight and spotted a boy who was getting ready to leave the room. He narrowed his eyes, the dots slowly connecting.

"Ohh..." Upon his realisation, his expression hardened. He scanned his features, his attire, his face. Casey wasn't known for making quick friends, but he wasn't one to make quick enemies either. However, a quick once-over at the boy plaguing Emily's worries made him growl. Even from way across the other side of the room, Casey sensed something rotten about him. His expression soured. Very few could ruffle Casey's feathers like this, but Casey had an instant dislike for the boy.

He sat down, obscuring Emily's view of him and vice versa, handing her the snacks he picked out. It was doing nothing for her to blankly look at him and get worked up over it, he thought. He thought the same for the boy that terrified her. As far as he should be aware, so long as Casey was there, he wouldn't get close to her. Let alone look at her.

He took a chomp out of the cupcake he selected for himself, speaking with his mouth full. "So, that's him? The guy that got you to--"

He was stopped abruptly when Emily frantically gestured for him to shush. "Keep your voice down...!"

Casey chewed and rolled his eyes. He could tell it was more for the guilt and shame she still felt for letting the guy fool her like he did at the time, rather than Casey nearly spraying half his food out just to announce that the stranger was responsible for Emily's current predicament. In hindsight he could see his observation being somewhat shallow to remind her of when she was no doubt haunted by it right now.

He swallowed his food. "Look, it ain't gonna do you good acting afraid every time you see him. What's done is done. Fixin' it is all we can work on now. We might be stuck with him while we're here and I know he ain't supposed to be a "good" guy by any stretch of what you've told me... But let him be. Sooner or later, he'll get his comeuppance."

He smirked encouragingly. "You told me about karma once, right? Well if it truly comes for everyone, then he'll get his eventually. Good things come to those who wait, Em. I'm willin' to bet he'll soon be carryin' just as many curses on himself as he has advertently done to others. Includin' you." Which was the least of what that guy deserved, Casey said inwardly to himself. Emily would scold him if he said it out loud. She was hurt in a way Casey couldn't have imagined until she went and proved it to him, but she wasn't above seeking revenge or retribution. One of many things Casey respected about her.

He pushed her food closer to her. "Go on. Eat. If you're gonna get distracted by somethin' then let it be food, if anything."

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Stats: Stamina: 8 | Strength: 7 | Evasion: 7 | Wisdom: 6 | Arc Power: 6 | Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Fearless| Poison Resistance

Roleplaying as Hans Jenssen

“Were you always such a know-it-all?” That’s not the girl I got a crush on. Hans jabbed with butter smoothness as Astrid defined the word for him accompanied by a chuckle. Realising with mortification how he had almost allowed the tease to slip out he was thankful the conversation moved on quickly onto Astrid’s baking and soon enough onto Viktoriya as a tinge of sadness contrasted with the light mood in the air. How love moved like a river, always strong but more often than not in different currents. Quickly Hans said, though taking care not with any implications of indifference for he knew how much Astrid cared for her sister, “She sounds wonderful.”

Hans’ mouth tipped upwards at the reasoning his friend gave for her worries about safety. The bluntness and sass had always been such a shining quality of Astrid’s. “At least the house elves don’t seem to be going on strike, though to be honest, I won’t blame them if they do,” he jested.

“Oh,” Hans said, attempting to brush off how his heart rate had just shot up as the question was returned. Not usually one to falter over questions, this time would be no different, though the less oblivious might have noticed the slight dip between his words that marked him a liar. “Yes, well I was hoping to ask you actually. Would you be free for a picnic on the 14th? That gives us enough time to settle in tomorrow and maybe explore a bit around here.” Praying with all of the faith he never gave Jesus that the excuse, made up on the spot after realising how ridiculous it was to claim a invitation of friendliness and nothing more directly on Cupid’s day, would be enough to ward Astrid away from any thoughts possibly threatening to their friendship, he would rather enjoy a platonic relationship than none at all. He continued, with a faraway look in his eyes as his gaze wandered to the distant Pyrenees, imaginations of the day not to distant floating before his vision before they were exasperatedly swatted away, I was thinking somewhere above it all, a hill or something maybe.” Always hoping for the perfect chance to seize, when all else had passed him as if he was merely air the past few months, this was one opportunity he had no plans on letting up.

Roleplaying as Maria Constança Leung de Almeida from Mahoutokoro - Link to Encyclopedia

@Minnie Duke, @Tracey Bailey, @Kim Sato

Trunk
Stats: Sta: 5; Eva: 7; Str: 3; Wis: 10; Arc: 5; Acc: 10
Abilities: Lovely Creature and Muggle Condition

Action: Absolutely NOT eating or drinking anything!

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

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

Geneviève was smiling excitedly as she and Alphonse walked back into the dining hall where the soft music had been replaced with the hustle and bustle of staff and what looked like performers setting up a spectacle for the students to view. This wasn't a new experience, being some thread of royalty, her father had expected her to be cultured in the Arts outside of simply music. She loved the theater and the story-telling that was told through movement and song, though she greatly preferred the ballet. She didn't love physical activity but ballet was one of the few sports that she actively worked hard in and she was supposed to be taking her en pointe test when school adjourned for the spring break.

She watched as the light of the Hall caused the fabric of her dress to shift from a powder blue color to more of a cornflower color. It was her favorite thing about the fabric of her dresses, the shift in colors depending on the lights. This gentle candle lighting was her favorite however, it always subdued the color and brought out the natural glow of her hair and skin. She thought it was a proper representation of her name as well, the whole ensemble together quite perfectly.

They took a seat to themselves and both of them looked around at the students from their respective schools. Her peers and classmates were holding themselves to a wonderfully high standard, happy to be free of the traditional silk garments that were the standard unit of the students in France. The murmur of languages intermingling between predominantly English as it was universal, was only just outweighed by French seeing as this was the host country. She couldn't help but prick up her ears towards the drama that was filtering through the French language but it wouldn't be polite to tune into this and ignore her accompanier. She would be nosy later. Once she had gathered her skirt to avoid the chair trapping her in the seat, Alphonse had gentlemanly pushed her chair in. Perhaps he had some form of etiquette training. Or maybe he was just a kind individual.

Having learned that her newfound partner for tea was technically from Castelobruxo, she had many questions. She had supposedly heard it was in a jungle and she wondered how it was to bear the burden of obscenely grotesque bugs. The only bugs she considered normal were butterflies and by default caterpillars. Would that be rude? She was just curious.

"Castelobruxo... Tell me about it? What talent of magic do you... do you- what are you good at?" She stopped as she struggled with the English word 'specialize.' She knew which word she was trying to use but it wouldn't anglicize correctly on her tongue. "I am talented with glamour charms. Charm work." she offered as she poured herself a cup of tea and looked around for a tray of ice. She was parched and slightly warm from the adventure outside. An iced green tea with a hint of peach juice sounded perfectly delectable.

A distraction from the stage stopped her from asking another question, this one specifically about the size of bugs. She covered her mouth in obscene shock as the play darkened and 'killed' everyone aboard the stage. She looked around the dining hall suspiciously and gently pulled her teacup closer to keep it safe.

"What kind of story is this?" Alphonse asked beside her as his voice found her ears. She pursed her lips in confusion and a semblance of annoyance.

"It is unusual. Not romantic at all even for tragedy no?" She mentioned as she stirred a small ounce or two of peach juice into her tea. She lifted it to her lips along with the saucer, as was proper, and took a sip. Delicious.

ROLEPLAYING AS BEAUXBATONS iNPC AURÉLIE NATHALIE DUVAL

February 12th, 2025 Peter Smith (@Brookline Quinn)

sta 6 | eva 9 | str 6 | wis 8 | arc 6 | acc 7 fearless, perfectionist

"french" | "english" | thoughts | "others"

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Aurélie couldn't believe that, for once, something exciting was happening, not at Hogwarts, not in London, but in Beauxbatons. That was her school. That was her home away from home. Or, well, her second home away from home, if she considered her grandparents house. But, anyways, the weeks leading up to the arrival of the other schools were a blur of excitement in the French girl's brain. She'd never been the biggest supporter of Valentine's Day, having never understood the whole motif of love that it presented, but she'd never say no to fun.

That being said, getting into the simple white dress that she'd chosen for the event was an absolute hassle. She hated the semi-stretchy, really uncomfortable fabric with all her being, but she really didn't want to look dressed down compared to everyone else... especially with who she was planning to meet at today's tea party. Okay, okay, Duval. Time to go, time to go! Don't want to be late, now.

Aurélie hurried out, easily following the sounds of a jolly good time to the tea party. She basked in the glory of it all. So many people, so many people, at her school. If this didn't prove that Beauxbatons was the best, this beautiful party, then she didn't know what ever would. She scanned the crowd, her eyes that which were usually looking for potential friends watched instead for a certain doe-eyed boy.

There, Peter! She walked up to him, conscious of her dress, of whatever words he was mumbling to himself. Through it all, Aurélie had a dazzling smile. "Peter! Happy almost Valentine's Day!"

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Roleplaying as Ginyami Midorimori from Mahoutokoro
"English | Japanese"

"Hiro," Ginyami spoke up from behind the younger Japanese student, his voice soft and his approach having been even softer. Instead of his usual robes or kimono, he was dressed in a Westernized, three-piece suit that was black with sage green embroidery of elegant, elaborate leaves on the edges of the sleeves, hem, and lapels. His vest beneath was the same sage green and his tie was silver. One thing that was considerably lacking, however, was his usual smile. Instead, he spoke softly and wore a melancholy expression.

Due to his quiet voice, he leaned down to speak into Hiro's ear so as to be heard over the din of other conversations and the play going on in the background. "...Do you have a minute to spare? If not...I can come back later." He glanced idly toward the other students sitting beside his Mahoutokoro schoolmate. "I wouldn't want to take you from an important conversation or company." He paused then, looking hesitant and especially fragile for a moment. "Unless, that is, you would rather me simply leave you be altogether without returning at a later time. If that were to be the case...I'm sure no one would blame you."

It was funny...he almost expected to see that Korean boy there...but evidently he wasn't. Perhaps Ginyami had gotten the wrong idea about him and Hiro after all.

@Dennis Tumberton, @Minnie Duke, @Tracey Bailey, & @Kim Sato

Interacting with: @Aamon Athanatos | @Harvey Barrows | @Linda Ramirez
Slightly mentioned: @Dennis Tumberton | @Minnie Duke | @Tracey Bailey | @Kim Sato | @Jack Burnett

There was a brief moment of what could be described as... uneasiness, as the seed of youthful insecurities decided to start taking root within her during the brief moment between her question and Harvey's answer. They weren't exactly friends, not exactly, they were more like acquaintances and the details of their first meeting were quite particular. A lot of strong words were exchanged during that encounter, some heated feelings too, but what remained engraved in her mind were the ideals exchanged and how the different perspectives had affected her.

So when the boy greeted her back, it came with a certain feeling of relief, "Thank you." She softly told him, before pulling out the chair and sitting down, placing her camera carefully on the table. As he gently introduced her to the others present, Meyra nodded politely, memorising their names and taking a closer look at their appearance. "Nice to meet you." She declared to them, before turning to Harvey and reply to his question, "Well...yes." She started with a smile, "This place has been worth getting to know so far. So many beautiful places. So different from Hogwarts isn't it? Not that I have a preference, it just...feels different." She finished with a casual shrug. "And you? Do you like it here? Or are you finding yourself to have preferred to stay in Scotland?" She asked back, as she poured herself a cup of hot, aromatic tea.

As words continued to be exchanged between them, Meyra had the opportunity to learn a little more about her colleagues. Linda seemed like the calm and silent type, and Meyra could relate to her older classmate, or maybe it was just a first impression of her. Aamon, however, seemed more inclined to indulge in a conversation. "What's wrong in being here just to appreciate this rare opportunity? I don't think it's boring at all." She stated calmly while taking a sip from her tea. But it was Harvey's response that made her raise her eyebrows at him in question, "What's on your mind for fun?" She asked with curiosity. So far, she has had a lot of fun taking pictures of every detail she finds interesting, but she was not sure he would share her passion for photography.

Aamon's wide smile also told her that he wouldn't be sharing it either and his words that followed confirmed it. While he started off well, with Mey enjoyably agreeing with what he was saying, he eventually ended up revealing his more chaotic nature. It took a lot of effort on her part not to roll her eyes when she knew his intention was to prank his roommates. Obviously that was his idea of fun, "Typical of boys..." She thought, continuing to drink her tea, hiding her displeasure behind her porcelain cup, but not failing to notice the provocation behind his last words. However, they seemed to have the right effect on Harvey, as the other boy showed interest in learning more details about his endeavour to have fun.

It was then that the loud sound of a trumpet invaded the space, almost making her drop her cup when she jolted with the small scare. She managed to keep holding the cup but unfortunately some of the hot liquid spilled onto her hand. "Ouch!" She mumbled as the hot liquid caused a small burn, lifting her finger between her lips to soothe the sensation while turning on her chair to see the source of such commotion.

The play turned out to be a pleasant surprise, Meyra enjoyed going to the theater with her parents and couldn't remember the last time they spent such a pleasant time together. The play in question turned out to be a tragic romance story and, to be honest, it seemed perfect for the occasion. "Oh, that was pretty nice wasn't it?" She asked her colleagues. Her green-amber eyes scanning the people nearby and those at the next table, to see what their expressions could tell her about their thoughts on this unexpected surprise.

Stamina: 6| Evasion: 7| Strength: 7| Wisdom: 3| Arcane Power: 0| Accuracy: 7

Race: Werewolf
Action: drinking tea | watching the play | looking at those at her table and those at the table next to hers