18 Mar 2025, 15:45
Wet Behind the Ears
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・❥・  ・❥・•Veela Allure in Effect• —date. [ 16th March, 2025]———event. [Wet Behind the Ears]——————------------------------ It was clear that it was slowly approaching spring. The sun had shone at least once everyday this week and today was another great day, prompting Sebastian to stretch his legs and take a walk down the grounds. Maybe he would stop by the great lake, even if it surely was way too cold to swim still. He thought about inviting Jameela or maybe Eldred to walk with him, but he figured the guy was still recovering from spending last evening in the hospital wing. He hadn't seen him since that morning and didn’t have the energy to search the castle for him. Meanwhile Jameela had been busy planning for the upcoming spring ball with a few of her girlfriends and was currently shopping for dresses in hogsmeade. Sebastian was honestly a bit offended that she hadn't asked him to come along for some fashion guidance. That was his expertise! It reminded Sebastian that he ought to find a date soon, if he planned on going to the upcoming ball. Sure, he could go alone, or with Jameela, but what would be the fun in that?! No one had asked him yet either. Not even Eldred, which he concluded was simply because everyone was too nervous to ask him. Yet the other gryffindor had admitted to crushing on him just a week ago. Maybe his something-more-than-friends simply weren't interested in going either way? Going to the ball together didn’t necessarily mean anything in his opinion; Sebastian considered his options; If Eldred didn’t ask him, he could either go with Jameela as platonic besties, take a complete gamble and ask Syrah for the hell of it– there was no way the bitchy blonde would accept, or maybe he could ask Lyanna Oak, his old pen pal back at Beauxbatons. They got along, and she was totally his type of girl. Even a certain slytherin brunette who also loved sunflowers crossed his mind--Yuki. They hadn't met since they ran into each other in the greenhouses, but he was thinking about her! He sighed in resignation– and a bit in exhaustion as he pushed up on a stretch of uphill. He’d figure something out— no stress! Stressing wasn’t good for him or his perfect skin. Reaching the Great Lake, Sebastian paused and breathed in the cool yet warm air, a tinge of salty water from the lake. Or was it salt water? He didn’t know, but it smelled nice. It reminded him of summers back in California where he spent most of his time at the beach. For a moment he just stood there, enjoying the strip of sun warming his face. It was a really nice day for once, and he moved over to a little dock to sit down and enjoy a quiet moment, listening to the birds and watching the soft waves on the water surface. tag. [@Isa Flores ]—( codes by uly. )— | ———— |
Matisse Montfort | Beauxbatons
19 Mar 2025, 09:35
Wet Behind the Ears
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date. 16th march, 2025
location. great lake
interacting. @Sebastian Drake
outfit. slytherin robes=====
=== Sunny days, the rare and true joy still found in Isa Flores' life. A reminder of her childhood, hours spent out in the sun rolling in the lush grass and chasing after hares. If careful enough, they could even be spotted on Hogwarts grounds; though shooed away by upperclassmen or even the caretaker. The blonde typically kept to her spots; underneath the quidditch benches, atop the grassy hill overlooking the lake, but today appeared to hold a different plan.
Isa wasn't quite sure how she'd wandered onto the banks of the great lake, or what exactly she was searching for. Just that she was there now, school skirt dancing around with the wind playfully, almost in rhythm with that untamed blonde hair of hers. Clutched between her hands were a piece of parchment and a quill.
They had been nestled in the pockets of her robe ever since she’d decided to take a break from the dungeons. Curled up in some nook and cranny of the outskirts of the Great Lake, Isa found herself immersed in the tranquility of descending dusk. Every now and then, she would lift her gaze from the obnoxiously long letter she was writing for her parents, taking a moment to admire the surrounding scenery.
The evening was unexpectedly cool to say it was meant to be heading into summer now. Isa gently folded the completed letter, holding it gingerly with one hand while swiftly brushing her robes free of any dirt or dust with the other. As she moved to tuck the letter into her robe pocket, an unexpected gust of wind - or so she assumed - yanked it from her grasp. “No!” she exclaimed, stretching out her arm and standing on her toes in a desperate attempt to snatch the escaping parchment as it danced higher and higher on the breeze, twirling towards the waters.
“W-What...” the breeze stopped, time slowed to a sluggish crawl, the world tilted in front of her, stretching into a mix-mash of colors and ugly sounds.
Keeping her gaze on the piece of parchment, she’d miss seeing a Gryffindor standing idly by the lake until it was too late. Her body slammed into his as she reached for the paper. Briefly, she got to witness the sight of her letter settled on a gnarled branch above as the boy landed with a splash into the waters, sending them both sprawling on the ground - or the lake, considering the situation - in a mess.
A moment of silence passed. Then another only broken by Isa's sharp inhale as she clutched her arm. “Oww - ” she whined, wincing as she shifted onto her knees, pushing the boy away with a sharp shove. “Watch where you're going, idiot.”===
ooc note. xxx
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
─── 𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚑
20 Mar 2025, 13:40
Wet Behind the Ears
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・❥・ ・❥・•Veela Allure in Effect• —date. [ 16th March, 2025]———event. [Wet Behind the Ears]——————------------------------ Simply enjoying the sun and the view— while not extraordinary— Sebastian didn’t see it coming; One minute he was sunbathing, the next he heard the rustle of paper and some girl yelling close by. Sebastian grimaced at the sound, it had successfully ruined the perfect peaceful spring moment he’d just had. He didn’t open his eyes though, intent on keeping the magic alive for a bit longer. If he ignored it, maybe she’d go away. Unfortunately it didn’t help, though he didn’t notice until he felt something solid ram into him and the impact knocked him out of balance. His eyes shot open, shrieking in surprise, but not quick enough to find balance again and not tumble to the ground. Not even that lucky, he tumbled into the lake. The coldness wasn’t the worst thing about it. Sure, it was cold as fuck, but what really horrified him was the sight of his fabulous designer trousers completely soaked with murky pond water! “Watch where I’m going?! You’re the one who just accosted me!” Sebastian barked in disbelief, glancing at the girl for the first time with offence. Blonde and snobby looking, wearing green robes— that somehow explained it. What was it with Slytherins and ruining his life?! He was trying really hard to not be prejudice of different houses, but they were making it increasingly fucking difficult. Sebastian fought against the water and the weight of his soaked clothes weighing him down and tried to stand up. Water poured down from him. It looked even worse now. “Look at my clothes! This is dry clean only!” The boy wailed dramatically, gesturing at his outfit like it spoke for itself about the gravity of this situation. “What do you have to say for yourself!” He demanded with hands on his hips. She better know a spell that could fix this, or else she would have to make it up to him in another way! tag. [@Isa Flores ]—( codes by uly. )— | ———— |
Matisse Montfort | Beauxbatons
21 Mar 2025, 06:42
Wet Behind the Ears
===== = ──── . ۫ ꣑ৎ . ────
date. 16th march, 2025
location. great lake
interacting. @Sebastian Drake
outfit. slytherin robes=====
=== Isa blinked blankly, taking in the mess their little collision had made with a hint of disgruntled awe. Truly the mess of water and dirt and papers were impressive, in its own twisted sort of way. If it hadn't hurt so much.
She adjusted into a more comfortable sitting position with deliberate nonchalance, drawing her knees to her chest. Her elbows were propped lazily on them, one hand twirling a raven quill while the other plucked the grass absentmindedly. The Slytherin rested her head on her hands and peered at the boy, a cunning smirk slowly stretching across her face. She tilted her head, sunlight catching the wicked edge of her lips as dusty blue eyes glanced up to meet his rigid - and dripping wet - posture. It wasn’t the best time to adopt such a casual attitude, but Isa would gladly take any chance to provoke the boy a bit further - she could tell she was hitting a nerve.
“Watch where I’m going?! You’re the one who just accosted me!”
Isa studied the Gryffindor a bit more closely now: he was a young teen who had not yet matured enough to be so-called “handsome”. But once his soft cheeks hollowed and his jaw squared, and that childish optimism fled his eyes, then he would have the chance to smolder. That crooked smile would win over many hearts in the blink of an eye, but not just yet. Of course, she thought bitterly, he had to look like a damned Renaissance painting.
“Might I say, your outfit is looking extra lovely. How very... fashionable of you to raid a Grindylow’s laundry pile.”
A chuckle escaped her lips as she watched the boy's pathetic little performance unfold, not bothering to hide her amusement. Her arms crossed with an inherited cockiness as she awaited the move of this ill-mannered imbecile, a smirk plastered upon her features.
“Oh, please.” she drawled, “You are so dramatic… Ill-mannered, and muggle I presume.” she gave a cruel smile. “It says it all, really.”
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ooc note. feel free to push her into the lake XD
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
─── 𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚑
24 Mar 2025, 19:10
Wet Behind the Ears
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・❥・ ・❥・•Veela Allure in Effect• —date. [ 16th March, 2025]———event. [Wet Behind the Ears]——————------------------------ Grindlylow’s laundry pile? What was a grindylow? The boy who practically had grown up muggle wondered, but didn’t ask. Whatever it was, it didn’t sound good— ugly even. Sebastian glared at her, voice dry(compared to his clothes) and annoyed, with an aggressive swish of his soaked arms to shake off some dripping water. The water loudly splat on a pair of nearby rocks. ”Ha. Ha. Very funny.” In other words, not very funny at all. He actually loved this shirt, so he was serious that he expected the girl to at least attempt to fix it. It was the least she could do. As expected from a Slytherin, she showed no sympathy or even regret for pushing him in the water. She smiled cruelly and insulted both his manners and blood status for his dramatic outburst. It wasn’t dramatic— It was Italian linen for fuck sake! The latter was technically not an insult, since he hadn’t grown up with expectations or prejudices against muggle-borns, but he figured that it came purely out of spite. He didn’t like the way she said it. Sebastians dad was a muggle and he was rich, famous and cool as fuck. What had her family ever achieved? Except for being born into a family with only magical blood? Like it mattered? Most likely nothing. Sebastian shot her a bitchy glare. ”I’m not muggle. Then I wouldn’t be here, would I not?” Maybe she was the dumb one here. ”Even if I was muggle, I still would have achieved much more in life than you ever will with that attitude.” If blood status was the only thing she had going for her, because clearly personality was not one, her life was pathetic. He almost pitied her. Almost. Not enough to stop himself for giving her a shove towards the lake. tag. [@Isa Flores ]—( codes by uly. )— | ———— |
Matisse Montfort | Beauxbatons