The Arrival Tea Party Valentines 2025

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OOC Notes: Reducio Speech: color=#b92d5d Thoughts: Italics WC: 288/200

Moderator Notes: Reducio Moderated Action: Attempting to notice the suspicious things… Actions: Watching the play and interacting with Jun. Items: A small bag with unknown items that included her wand, some mints and a small pink notepad. Stats: Sta: 9 | Eva: 9 | Str: 2 | Wis: 6 | Arc: 0 | Acc: 9

Outfit: Reducio Snowflake white, shiny shoes with a small heal, a blue mid length dress, white cardigan, a white headband and a silver necklace.

L ouisa’s smile brightened as she watched the play, still amazed by the sheer beauty of the French school. The setting of Paris and love in the story forced a light blush to raise up the innocent first years face. She couldn’t help feel reminded of the Muggle story which was set in Italy, and had two lovers die, which her father had been quite the fan of. Looking around she saw that many others were interacting with others and she couldn’t help hope that she might find a friend for the event.

It was as the Hufflepuff wiped away a small tear of her face, that she noticed a boy begin to walk towards her. A mix of hope and nerves crossed through her and she smiled shyly at the boy. The darkly haired boy seemed to be slightly unused to being in a suit, Louisa couldn’t help observe. The girls smile widened as the boy addressed her.

“Oh, right, yeah!” Louisa stuttered nervously, half surprised. A moment paused and then feeling as though she should probably speak she asked, “So did you like the play?”

Louisa felt herself wince inwardly in annoyance at not being able to ask something better. What school do you come from? But that sounded as if she was biased towards schools. How old are you? Too personal. Do you like the food? Just as bad as what she had asked. What’s your name? Well, that would have been better. She smiled at the boy as she waited for his response, hoping he didn’t think she was as nervous or silly as she felt. In truth, the first year couldn’t help feel impressed that she was sitting next to… well, a boy!

Open to interactions by @Jun woo Park! Otherwise please owl me!

Interacting with: @Aamon Athanatos | @Harvey Barrows | @Linda Ramirez
Slightly mentioned: @Colin McCoire

Meyra gave Harvey a kind, closed-lipped smile and a nod as she heard him agree with her first impression about the French school of magic. It really was a very different place from what she was also used to. It was delicate, elegant and charming, compared to the imposing, elegant and medieval Hogwarts castle, it was a great contrast.

"I do love drawing..." She shyly interjected after hearing Harvey and Linda's exchange about art, "But the truth is, I used to spend a lot more time painting before Hogwarts. Now the school assignments and quidditch training take most of my free time." She shared with both of them, before turning to look directly at Harvey, "If you like it, I mean...if you like art or have any interest in it, I wouldn't mind to help you improve!" She kindly offered him.

Her attention was immediately diverted towards the other boy at their table though, when he also shared his opinion about Beauxbatons. "Excuse me?" Meyra had to ask Aamon after hearing a cascade of nonsense words coming out of his mouth. She generally doesn't like confrontations, keeping her own opinions to herself, but...but that had been too much, hadn't it? A daughter of a tea shop owner could not let that slander pass without a proper response! Though her tone was calm and polite, her disagreement could be well noticed, "Tea's can have healing properties did you know that? Not as strong as magic potions, obviously, but... even those use herbs that we can find in common teas." She paused to take a sip of her own warm, comforting drink, "And..." She stumbled over her own words, a little embarrassed at the very idea of ​​it, "You're right, about the second part, we are twelve, thanks Merlin!" She muttered, suddenly reminded of all the expectations her family would soon place on her shoulders. She was definitely not eager to find out how that would be like...to have to face them, even more with her lycanthropy condition.

So as soon as the theater group finished its play, they all closely gathered to hear Aamon's plan for "fun". Even though Meyra was feeling skeptical about what was coming from him, she couldn't help but feel curious about his grand plan. "Psychological warfare?" She asked in a tone of faint disbelief, raising her eyebrows in a silent question.

"I'm sharing a cabin with Colin and Cursa McCoire...you know them? They will all believe it was them, not a ghost!" It was true, she had never met a couple of walking disasters like those two. The fact that the cabin was still standing after that entrance was a magical miracle. Truth be told... the likelihood of her returning and finding everything intact as it was when she left was far less than the probability of them finding a chicken loose in Beauxbatons. She couldn't agree more with what Harvey said, "Indeed." She told him with a short nod.

"N...no..." She answered then to Harvey's question about whether she had ever pranked anyone. It wasn't nice to have to admit that the idea hadn't even crossed her mind, apparently that was their description of fun, which meant she was risking being seen as the boring one at that table. Good job taking Harvey's place Mey!, "My step-cousin is a Gryffindor prefect and my dorm mate, not many open space to play pranks and survive detention." She said as an excuse, pretending to be very confident that this explanation would be sufficient to explain her lack of...fun young spirit. "But yes...I suppose I can try." She finished, drinking another sip from her tea and taking the moment to divert her eyes from them.

So it was with some relief that she saw someone else approaching, which caused a welcome pause in the conversation about the grand trickery masterplan. But the relief was short lived, as Quentin's arrival ended up resulting in Linda's leaving and Meyra was left alone with Harvey and Aamon.

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

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𝓒omforting someone else had never been Ruth's forte, and honestly probably would never be. To comfort one often consisted of some neck scratching, internal and physical squirming, the racking of the brains, wavering smiles, countless back pats and nervous jokes to cast a smile one one's face without the use of magic. And half the time her attempts never did work.

Yet, with Matthew, who hadn't been seeking for comfort in the first place, it all went seemingly natural for her. His laugh rang like chimes in the air, pleasant with the touch of mischief that merely signaled he was back to his usual self, albeit slightly disoriented. She smiled, satisfied to have brought Matthew some form of joy in the moment, then shifted her seat back to where it had been just as trumpets rang in the air, drawing her attention away from Jan's suspecting gaze to the front, where upon actors and actresses flooded the stage. Ruth hadn't taken much notice of the platform, having been distracted by the array of treats and people. She caught Matthew's eye as he mouthed thanks, and she could only merely nod before the act commenced. Now, she settled back, hands gently clasped and resting on her lap as she took in the play.

As the velvet curtains fell back into place and everyone resorted to chatting yet again, Ruth found herself frowning. She had mixed feeling about what she had just watched, confusion most of all. Why was it that the man, Antoine, had tried to win Clara over instead of all the women in Paris? What was the significance of the poisoned batch of brew? Why did he love Clara? Why did she confess to the man that she loved him too, in an attempt for a peaceful death? Did it meant that she was lying?

Befuddled, Ruth raised the tea cup to her lips, when her rumination was interrupted by Jan's unamused utterings of complaint and whining. Strangely, she found that annoying, even rude. Her frown deepened as she set the cup back down untouched. Unhesitatingly, she plucked a macaroon from her almost bare plate, examining it for a touch of a moment, before leaning forward and stuffing Jan with it mid-conversation. Ruth watched shock register over his face, those blue eyes of his settling on hers as any sign of disgust towards the play was replaced by begrudging chewing.

"Why don't you try some of the macaroons before they grow stale?" she told him sweetly, Cheshire cat grin growing wider as he narrowed his eyes at her all the while washing down the treat with tea. Ruth briefly turned away from him to wave goodbye at Matthew, exchanging a wink back. Whatever it was that he was up to probably meant mischief, though it seemed to now be a solitary job. For now. She would ask him later. "Don't worry Campbell, won't do anything without you!" it was an exaggeration, but it was enough.

Laughing as he made finger guns before departing, Ruth watched him leave, then shifted her gaze back to Jan. "You know it's not very nice to complain about the play," she began, handing him a napkin to wipe the crumbs away from the edges of his lips. "I'm sure they practiced all day long to produce such a result." Then, dropping her voice, she said, "Though, I have some questions about the plot..." the brew bothered Ruth. Why was it that it was a majority of the play when in the end its results weren't shown?

Interacting with: @Matthew Campbell and @Janosch Dehoff
Mentioning: --
Action: Handing Janosch a napkin
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Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 7| Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 8 | ArcPower: 4 | Accuracy: 6
’s Grace

February 12th 2025
Speech: #cfa120
Thoughts: Italics
Snackies with Casey Stone (my own iNPC )

Had Casey not arrived back at the table and shielding her vision, Emily would've taken the chance of bolting out of the room. It may not have looked classy or dignified but she would still embrace the choice enthusiastically if it meant not being in the same room as Gideon. Worst case scenario, he was looking to spy on her for more tricks and curses to ensnare her with. He already seemed so bloody pleased with himself over the whole Blood Tree kerfuffle. Every time Emily thought back to that, it made her feel sick. She even panicked when Casey nearly addressed his presence to the rest of the room.

"Keep your voice down...!" she hissed to him, making worried gestures with her hands.

With his cold, demanding eyes, Casey grabbed her attention. She listened to what he said. He made a very good argument. Getting upset and fretting over what's been and gone wouldn't make the problem go away any quicker. Emily sighed in defeat before nibbling at the chocolate bun Casey passed to her.

Thoughts of Gideon and that night gnawed and chewed at her mind. His smile and the decrepit tree made her narrow her eyes. Her nibbles got bigger. More thoughts on Gideon's face and the tree's vines that tried to nab her when she got close. Her nibbles evolved into mouthfuls. Thoughts on Gideon's saccharine tone and shady words, the tree's twisted glee after having consumed that single drop of blood Emily had unwittingly offered it. The Huffie was now ripping into her bun and eating it like a wolf.

"You're right-- I'm not gonna-- Let some stupid nightmare-- and some rotten boy-- Spoil my time here!" Emily said as she tore the chocolate bun to pieces, every few words punctuated by a tasty rip into the pastry. The corners of her mouth were stained with cream.

Casey looked at her with raised eyebrows. Emily ignored him as she finished off the bun before gulping down her juice in one fluid motion. She cleared her throat like she had just eaten a greasy meal. She watched Casey move his snacks closer to him. Maybe for the best given the food rampage Emily was on at the minute.

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Action: Eating snackies... Very Aggressively!

Stats: Stamina: 7| Evasion: 6| Strength: 6| Wisdom: 8| Arcane Power: 7| Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Non-Human Enthusiast |Cat's Grace

Date: 12th Feb, 2025

Location: Beauxbatons

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Pam didn't exactly understand what all had transpired between Avis and Sabrina. However, she did catch a word "Abraxans" in the conversation, and after the two girls had left, she turned to the others, intent on asking them the meaning of the word. So she waited for a while until the two had definitely left, and then asked, "Do you guys know what are Abraxans?"

Pam tilted her head towards where the play was being held. To be honest, she wasn't really interested in it, but it did seem to have some good music. It wasn't very loud either. In the background, and could be totally ignored if wanted. She watched curiously for a while, grabbing some more chocolates off the counter, before someone else caught her attention.

A brown haired girl came up, calling out to Avery as she joined them. Pam eyed the girl curiously, wondering if she had ever met her before and whether she was from Hogwarts at all. As the girl introduced herself as Lyanna Oak with an outpour of extroversion (was that a word?), Pam flashed the girl a smile, hoping it did not look like a grimace, before saying, "Um...hello, my name is Pamela Graham."

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Action: Interacting with @Avery Gray@Tracey Bailey @ Sabrina Lyons @Avis Marlong @Lyanna Oak
Sta:5 | Eva: 6 | Str:4 | Wis:7 | Arc: 7 | Acc:6
Special Abilities: Calming Presence
Notes: Sorry for the very late post!
Outfit:

Reducio

Tone's expression brightened further at Tracey's words. "You like baking too? That's awesome! I totally agree with you on cooking. I just never really have that much fun doing it, unless it's related to baking a little. Like sauces." He said with a little nod and flashed a smile at Tracey when she asked to try one of his brownie truffles. "Of course! Please, take as many as you want, that's what they are there for!" Tone said and chuckled when Tracey told him about Mateo having to throw one for Yuma later. "Mm. I helped him with that one too." He tilted his head to the side when Tracey said she was in one of the Underwater Paradise cabins. "Oh really? I'm in the Beach Getaway one. How is the Underwater one? I wish we could visit eachother's cabins." Tone said wistfully with a heavy sigh.

He'd wanted to take a look at all of them. Tone nodded as Maria spoke of her preference for Chinese or Japanese tea more than French tea. "True. All tea flavors are different depending on where they are from." He agreed with her and was happy to see Maria being able to talk with others. Sometimes Tone knew it was hard for her to open up to new people. But at least she was being talkative a little! She became engrossed in the play, although Tone wasn't really that into it as he wanted to make sure he didn't miss anything around him. Such as other people he could run into and talk to and hopefully make friends with them! Since many of them were watching the show, they were all relatively quiet and standing in one place. So it was now easier for Tone to look around at everyone, which he indulged in, taking full advantage of this.
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It was during this time that he heard a familiar voice nearby him, call out his birth name. Ever since he decision to go by the name his fans called him, almost no one called him that anymore. Except for Yami and sometimes Akira and Dan. Sara was one of the few old friends Tone had who made the effort to call him by his preferred name now and for that he appreciated him. But the owner of the voice had used his birth name which meant it had to be one of the aforementioned three. The tone of voice was soft though and sounded like Yami but at the same time didn't because Yami didn't tend to speak to him in such a manner lately. But Dan hadn't come and the voice didn't sound like Sara's... so it had to be Yami, right? Tone turned his head to see a familiar face. Yes, his impression was right, it was Yami. But there was something different about him.

The young man's typical fake smile wasn't present on his lips for once. Tone regarded him for a moment, his eyes flickering over his face for several seconds. As Ginyami leaned down to whisper into his ear, Tone nodded. "Mm. Of course I have time for you! I always have time for you." He told him and raised his voice to flash a smile at those at the table. "I'll be back in a little bit. Enjoy your time!" Tone told them and then got up to follow Yami to wherever the latter wanted to go. Once they'd reached that area, Tone tilted his head to the side, gazing into his eyes. "What's wrong? You know you're special to me and always will be. We're more alike than anyone else, it's part of what makes us feel so close. I'm sorry about neglecting you in the past." Tone apologized, hoping this time Yami would accept it.

"But know that it wasn't just you, it was everyone... I tried to do something and failed and everything just fell apart on me. I shouldn't have ignored everyone during that time period and for that I take full responsibility. I only hope I can do something to make it up to you and Akira especially. Please feel free to ask me to do anything for you and I will do my best to make you happy! But regardless of this, I'll always be there for you whenever you need me." Tone said, letting a hand descend to rest lightly upon Ginyami's shoulder. "What did you want to ask me? Can I help you with something?" He asked, waiting for Yami to open up to him. Maybe today would be the day the two of them would finally be able to make amends with eachother. He could only hope.

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AULIS VOROZHEYKIN.
KOLDOVSTORETZ. DIRECTOR OF STUDIES.
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