Diamonds In The Rough PV Alphonse Toussaint

ALPHONSE TOUSSAINT

♕ early evening, 10th of january 2025 at the courtyard, ilvermorny ♕

Surviving his first week of Ilvermorny was no small feat after most of it was spent in a small room connected to his father's office—a personal punishment of in-school suspension.

It would take many pleas to reinstate his access to Quidditch and allow the newly-dubbed Wampus to intermingle with the student body on a short and tight leash. After that first week of good behavior and outstanding marks on his most recent assignments, Alphonse would gain freedom to peruse the castle atop Mount Greylock without his father's beady gaze. Perhaps Fabian had better things to do than shadow his eldest stepson, or perhaps it truly was his father's pity for the unfortunate circumstance clouding over him.

Despite his initial discretion of the situation, to not shatter the brittle peace between his father and himself, it didn't take long for his expulsion from the private institution of Brazil to catch wind. After introducing himself to the first few faces that would find Alphonse, it seemed the school was abuzz. Bewildered gazes and shallow remarks were thrown his way left and right, yet there was also a strange affiliation and connection also. It wasn't as though the boy truly cared about his reputation—no, all the Toussaint progeny truly cared about was his cousin's and twin brother's safety, and flying, of course. However, those who treated Alphonse with respect would receive it back tenfold; his loyalty was a prized possession that he dared not shy.

Lounging in one of the empty benches of the courtyard, Alphonse had attempted not to shiver like a startled chihuahua, but the chill of Massachusetts would take long time getting used to. His blood was accustomed to the heat of the Caribbean or the humidity of Africa if his parents vacationed there; this cold was a whole new battle not yet endured. He did well to bundle in layers, simply surveying the courtyard to feel out the different cliques of students—who was worth knowing in this foreign land, who wasn't.

In his line of sight was a familiar-looking red-haired girl not much older than himself; he offered a smile before glancing away, assuming she was in passing to whatever the day boded for her. It wasn't until she had cleared her throat that his brown gaze met hers once more and heeded her words as she introduced herself; Lily McCoire was her name.

"Alphonse Toussaint," he returned with a smile, "You're not a bother at all."

He paused a moment, trying to think back to where he may have seen her, "You're not in any of my classes, I don't think. But you duel, right?"

——mentions. @Lily Isobel McCoire
——notes. wc -
——trunk. charmer, y2 ability

ALPHONSE TOUSSAINT

♕ early evening, 10th of january 2025 at the courtyard, ilvermorny ♕

Understanding etched its way onto Alphonse's face as he registered her words and nodded in subtle approval at her duelling prowess. Dueling was a sport that the Toussaint boy appreciated and desired to one day tap into, but his heart yearned to soar despite the contempt and backlash of his mother. Alphonse could hear Sarai's voice now, as if the Haitian woman were present, telling him that life on a fast broom would not yield much promise for a 'proper' future—whatever that was supposed to mean.

But dueling—spellcasting in general—was an art form that could propel the boy far if he had enough willpower to try. Willpower, Alphonse certainly possessed in excess, but it would be sunk into Quidditch and Broom-Racing without qualm or regret. Flying was the closest thing to freedom, to possessing wings like his tío Oziel's aerial-animagus form, to chasing, quite literally, victory in its many forms.

"That's cool, I'll have to stop by and watch you duel one day. Maybe I'll learn something," Alphonse replied with a passive smile. His voice was somewhat underlain with annoyance, though not because of Lily, but simply musing about his meddling mother and her constant disapproval. He took a breath and attempted a more natural smile for the girl standing before him, his brown gaze returning to hers with a hint of apology; "I play Quidditch, actually. I was a Chaser for Castelobruxo, and here, I'm a Beater. But I enjoy broom-racing too, tried it out at last summer camp."

He paused a moment, two. "Shit, I’m sorry. You wanna sit?" Alphonse inquired, shifting to one edge of the bench and leaning forward to move his backpack out of her way if Lily wanted.

——mentions. @Lily Isobel McCoire
——notes. wc -
——trunk. charmer, y2 ability

ALPHONSE TOUSSAINT

♕ early evening, 10th of january 2025 at the courtyard, ilvermorny ♕

His brown gaze observed the redhead as Lily accepted his invitation to sit, then came a sense of rapt curiosity as the girl began to share her own opinions of Quidditch. A short but polite chortle escaped from his lips that mingled with her own at her quips; it wasn't so long that the Toussaint boy had conquered his own fear of falling, but a fear of heights was never a battle that required confrontation. His entire life, Alphonse was bestowed a nickname that of 'Icarus' by his grandparents, a boy bred and destined to soar no matter how high and no matter the cost.

There was a twinge of pity when her hesitation became palpable, causing Alphonse to offer a polite smile.

"Yeah, heights can be pretty scary, I suppose," he responded in an attempt to sympathize, "Having a comfortable broom helps with how you ride the wind. The faster you're soaring and the smaller you make yourself on the broom, the more stability you have in flight." He paused a moment; "It's all about aerodynamics or something. We can practice together sometime, if you want."

Nodding along as Lily spoke of a brother entertaining broom racing, a seed of confusion stirred in him. He had assumed the girl beside him was a native student to Ilvermorny rather than a late-arriver like himself, and his eyes widened slightly upon hearing his mother's name spoken with such familiarity.

"You know my mom?" Alphonse inquired with a skeptical gaze and friendly grin, "So, you're technically newish to Ilvermorny too, right?"

——mentions. @Lily Isobel McCoire
——notes. wc -
——trunk. charmer, y2 ability