Valentine's Tea Errand Finished

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There was a second of tentative peace where Astrea simply tried to ignore all that was occurring around her, breathing in the gentle curls of white steam still slowly steaming with warmth. Unfortunately, it seemed that the peace that previously held the room was utterly broken, for a sudden scream of rage rang in her ears, loud and infuriated with unrestraint, and then a deep voice warning all with authoritative disappointment. It reminded her of- of thrown glass and fleeing the confines of the manor for the fields, of the breaking point of her governesses, of last week at the S.W.A.G game. She ground her teeth together with an audible sound, though it was drowned out the fast-paced events of the gathered group.

Things were on its way to settling down- Good god, the professor hadn't even arrived yet, what was taking so long to walk to the Small Hall from wherever in the grounds? A flying professor no less, it would have taken at least 10 to 20 minutes to drop by.

Incorrect, having the professor return to her in a foul mood would certainly ruin any impressions of her, and perhaps the family teachings as a whole. Astrea took a sip of her tea as she forcibly relaxed her shoulders, back straight as ever in an ingrained habit. The more she focused on it, the more she realised that it was easier than expected to untangle the thoughts in her, a gentle calm settling over her like a thick blanket as she set her cup down delicately.

What- If she hadn’t been overwhelmed by the sense of calm comfort that filled her, Astrea would have probably been very alarmed. Yet the feeling hadn’t been as present when she was walking over, only until she had walked inside and sat down- even then it was not this potent. Astrea’s gaze drifted over to land on the boy who had walked by, watching the other with realisation as the boy oversaw the chaos. The boy had an aura to him, much like the one the Bloodlines are to have been described by others and much like the one she Carrie herself- yet the exact opposite. She felt at peace. Hm.

“I’m Dale by the way.” Dale lifted one hand up briefly before setting it down, as if a lazy wave, or perhaps a mere gesture that held no meaning other than simply moving.

”Astrea, pleased to meet you.” Neutral, though a hint of warmth juxtaposed the impersonal words. Simple, nice enough. She would let the other carry on a conversation, let the unknown be known.

“You’re also from Slytherin right? Cause if you are not... this would be awkward.”

The aristocrat let herself a light hum of amusement at the other’s words, the sheepishly genuine question plain against the complexities of the Tea Party’s commotion. “Do not worry, I am. The house of snake rang victorious last, didn’t we?” While a question, Astrea knew the answer for a fact. It would have been hard not to know, considering how many points the house had earned. But it would be her olive branch, a raised hand to conversation.

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, "H-hi," she said. "I'm... I'm Sola."

"Hello! I'm Teiki. Nice to meet you. Say, I didn't expect it to be so popular."

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Abilities : Lovely Creature

"There ye go Nico. Should be better though they might be a little big on ye."

Before she could realise what hapepend, Quinn had gently put his Valentine themed sunglasses on her nose. What bliss did she fell. The once bright light that her eyes had to endure, was now a regular pink room. She could almost cry. The sunglasses would've been perfect if they hadn't been made to fit the big head of a tall boy like him. She wouldn't complain. It was a temporary gift that she would cherish.

'Oh! T-Thank you. This is alot better..' A soft smile, sliding upon her lips. But the once bright shining giant was not a sun anymore. He too had heard the cold scream of the Gryffindor girl. Through the heartshaped glasses, Nico watched Quinn. At first she had thought he'd shrug it off and sigh with one of his optimistic remarks. 'Sounds like a bad time, let's fix that, shall we?' Something like that. But no.
That scream of pure agony triggerd something. The little dhampir wasn't sure.
His bodylanguage revealed some truth about why and how. Since his body was much larger in mass compared to nearly every student here, his movements were less subtle and more clear to the eye.

What's wrong? You okey? was all she could think and wish she could ask. The hint of sadness she could notice from not only his eyes, but the way he talked, made her stand up from her seat. As Quinn made his way over to the commotion Nico quickly looked over to Jake. 'I-I'm sorry. There's something we need to take care of. Hopefully it won't be long.' The redhead flashed him a bright smile. No need to worry more people than necesarry. 'I'll be back.'

And with that, she chased down Quinn. Quickly catching up on him, staying by his side. Whatever had been going on, escalated in another victim. Or ... nearly another one.
'Q-Quinn?' Her words didn't come through him. His once soft expression had become stark and cold. The same expression he once had at the Library. Yet... now he didn't try to hide it. Like a predator he had his eye on the Slytherin girl who was clearly the culprit here.

"This ends here." Cold, just like the clouds in his eyes. A mist that, for now, couldn't be pierced with sunlight. Once more, he fast paced until right behind Persephone, the tea pourer. Nico couldn't help but feel a wave of panic as his quick footwork reminded her of Hugh going mad at the latest ball. This time she wouldn't leave her friends side for one second. Like glue, she kept up with him, ending up once more right beside him.

As a reflex she gently held onto his shirt. Why? She had no idea why. How would she ever be able to stop a raging Giant if it ever came to it. No clue. But just gently pinching the fabric of his shirt, while trying to make eyecontact with him -- she wanted to reassure him that she was around.

And there they were, face to face with Persephone Barret. A First Year. Up close it became clear to the Slytherin Prefect. Persephone didn't seem to feel sorry for her actions as she attacked another student. This time a fellow Slytherin. What was his name again... Jack? If she remembered correctly, they once encountered one another in the Great Hall when... the dhampir had a bad day.

Quinn was giving Persephone a hard time and honestly, Nico wished the First Year would just apologise and get this over with. How is it possible that at any event - someone always finds a way to stirr things up. Leaving Quinn to do the intimidating, Nico carefully shuffled over to his other side, still one hand holding onto his shirt. Her nails occasionally rubbed against his side. A reminder for the Half-Giant that she was near.

Her iceblue eyes glanced over at Jack, who had just been pushed by, you guessed it, Persephone. This girl was out for war. But for what reason? Apparantly Jack had a pretty good idea of what it could be. Attention, affection and connection. Hurting people just for that?

Knowing they probably wouldn't take her serious wearing Quinns heartshaped sunglasses, Nico carefully put them on her head. 'Ah.. heck..' Her poor blue eyes squinted as the bright pink light stabbed her vision once more. It hurt really bad. A few small tears trinkled down her cheeks.

She gave Jack a meaningfull nod, acknowledging what he just said before turning to Persephone.
This was tricky. 'Persephone.. Barret, right? I haven't seen you around much. I'm Nico. It's nice to meet you.' Her eyes still slightly stinging, a warm, genuine smile curved on her lips. If being angry and agressive wasn't the way to treat this girl then the Prefect would try a different approach. Her hand carefully slid of Quinns side as Nico took a few steps closer to the First Year Slytherin. 'If it really is because you want to make friends... That you want to connect with others. This... is probably a way of doing so but... I'm sure you don't actually want to hurt these people, right?' The look in this girls eyes was different.. almost abit cloudy like Quinns. Something was off. But what?

'When I first got here, in Hogwarts, I was scared and didn't know anyone. I didn't know what Hogwarts or wizardy was until I received that letter. I- I have been picked on... for reasons and it shaped me in a way that made me feel scared of others. I had no clue what to do. You, you confronted them straight on with pain. I, however, hid myself. At the Great Lake mostly.'

Was she rambling? Was this making any sense? It scared her. And yet, she kept up her best welcoming smile. 'What... I'm trying to say is... Pain isn't the only way to get to know others. Of course, I have no idea what you've been through.. Do.. you want to share with me what happened?' Her iceblue eyes, yet slightly red because of the neverending pain the pink light brought, gazed into Persephones. 'If you don't feel comfortable saying it here..' Nico turned her head to everyone who listened in on what was happening before looking once more at the First Year. '.. I don't mind talking to you in private.'

She finished her little preach by slightly tilting her head to the side. Emphasizing that she meant what she said. Every word.

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interacts with: @Opeila Seilun, @Ruka Tân, @Jack Burnett, @Griseldis Edelhardt & @Alan Noble
mentions: @Quinn Healy, @Persephone Barret & @Nico Shymane

The girl Alan was sitting at the tables with, was still on about there being love potion in the tea and mentioned, that some potions could take longer to react or take effect. While that was not wrong generally, it usually was not the case when it came to love potions, so Alan lightly shook his head at the other girl, "L-love potions usually have an instant effect... because they are supposed to m-make you fall for the first person you see a-a-after the consumption...", he corrected the girl with a soft voice, unsure whether it was okay for him to just correct her. Some people could react really sensitive about not being correct about something and he did not want to step on any toes and make her mad about it.

The third year was relieved, when Opeila admitted that she was just teasing him about the date thing. Alan had no idea why anyone would bring someone here for a date in the first place and thought that the majority of students simply seemed to young to worry about such things anyway. It sounded boring and like something that adults do to distract themselves from the even more boring responsibilities they had. The only professor who was making a fuss about Valentine's Day was the Flying professor and the older students. Alan had seen some of the older students with cards, but surprisingly even younger students seemed to be running around with sweets and Valentine's Day cards that they intended to give to someone else. Alan was no one to judge, but he also never fell in love before, so maybe that is why he did not think this drama was so necessary.

Before they could continue their chat, a scream filled the air, loud and high-pitched it made Alan cringe at the assault of his ears, as he tried to locate the source of the scream. Soon he, or rather Opeila located the source and instantly got up from her seat to walk over. Another boy seemed to be there already, the same Alan had earlier noticed; a big fedora tipped into his face with shades that hid his eyes, however the young Gryffindor caught a peek at the unique hazel color. Said boy, who had seemed to took control over solving the issue for now, tried to figure out what happened and to get the girl who had been at fault for all the mess, to stop. Alan had no idea what was happening, when he glanced at said girl, who was holding a napkin in her hand and seemed to be grinning ever so slightly; what did she do? Another girl had gotten up from her seat, attempting to leave the scene and Alan caught her drenched in what appeared to be water, that left angry red marks on the pale skin. This was enough for Alan to someone put the pieces of the puzzle together, as he furrowed his eyes.

But before he could pay more attention to the drama that was happening like a table next to them, Ruka spoke to him again and Alan had to pull his focus away from the situation behind them with all his might. His min was all over the place and his head was spinning with thoughts, worries and the accusations that were thrown around in the room. Too much. Alan nodded at the other boy, as he forced a smile  to appear on his face, while he slightly held his hand in front of his eyes; seemingly to hide them from view. He did not press the hand in front of his eyes, but held it a couple centimeters away, peeking through the spaces between his fingers, his palm facing his way. Multiple colors seemed to swim in his iris, mainly a bright yellow clashing with a danger radiating red. It was so close to the golden glimmer his eyes would take on when truly happy, but so very different and alienating, that Alan hated the color. So close yet different to his house colors, the signal meant the exact opposite then what his house stood for. Alan felt panic, scared and just wanted the mess to be over. "Y-yeah..", he whispered, stumbling over the only syllable this word had, but he had to reply and pretend he was okay. Concentrate.

Alan was focused to slow down, to think and collect his thoughts, when he closed his eyes and counted to ten, in a quiet and inaudible murmur... at least inaudible for human ears, as he opened his eyes again, they were back to their natural green, with only specks of a bright yellow dancing inside them, as he glanced over to the other Gryffindor at the table with a crooked smile. By the time he had taken away the hand from his face, he saw someone familiar approach them at the table, followed by another student, that Alan had yet to talk to. Both of them greeted them, yet his mind was occupied, jumping from one thought to another and never really giving him enough time to follow his current thought process, the third year, could only wish for the situation to calm down. Therefore he only gave both of them a awkward nod and smile, wondering how they could stay this calm in such a situation... What was wrong with all this, why did it have to come to this? Sure that the errand had been weird in the first place, especially with the amount of pink that drenched the place, but Alan would have never assumed it would come to this... this utter chaos.

""Wha-", he was shocked when the angry girl suddenly cam to their table, knocking the cup of tea out of Ruka's hand and causing the remnants of the cup to spill over him. It was quite a shock, mostly just the feeling of water that luckily had cooled down to a bearable temperature. It was not even that much anymore and Alan silently thanked the boy for having drunk the tea without worry about it being poisoned. But he was not given much time to react anymore, as he watched in horror as the girl pushed Ruka's head against the table rather violently. It was even too late for the hero with the fedora to step in, he too caught some of the beverage that spilled from Ruka's teacup and it looked like he attempted to protect the boy sitting next to him.

With a trembling voice, Alan leaned over to Ruka, the specks of yellow in Alan's own eyes threatening to widen again, but Alan took the last shred of concentration and focus left in him to keep his eyes in their normal vibrant green. "A-are you okay, R-ruka?", he asked, concern visible in his features as he leaned over to the clearly younger and so much smaller boy. Alan blocked out the noise from Quinn and Nico, who were trying to lecture the girl who was at fault for all this, a girl Alan has never met before and he secretly hoped this was the last time he would have to meet her like this too. What was she even thinking? Alan looked up at the fedora-kid helplessly, as he hoped that he could answer him a question, since he was the only one who seemed to know her by name. "Why would she do that?", before he looked over to the smaller lion again, "Are you in pain? O-or feeling dizzy? W-we need to get you to the Hospital Wing... just in case!", he stammered, trying to regain his countenance.

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”I wouldn’t say that we got in trouble, per say...” Piérre steeped his tea a little more, still not daring to look up at the kid from the office. ”But we did run into a prefect. I think it was the new girl... Miss Alpaca? Appalachian? I dunno... the one with the kitty.” Piérre couldn’t help but smile as Katrina assumed that he had gotten in trouble almost instantly. He wouldn’t deny that that wasn’t the case, for the situation was rather similar to something of mischief, what with the probably stealing and the hallway chase that had taken place.

Katrina agreed to go with Piérre to talk to the fellow, and suddenly it hit Piérre that this was part of his job that he had decided upon in the Liberation meetings! A mouse! He was supposed to be an individual who got around and learnt in tidbits of rumor and fact alike, and then sorted it out for other people. The kid had seemed pretty on edge on both occasions, in the he office, having pushed away the young Gryffindor to run away, and even now, hanging on the edges of the party instead of jumping in with gusto.

Maybe he was shy... or maybe there was something that haunted him. Either way, he needed to be cheered up!

”Okay Kat. Let’s go. But, I should probably say that we should be gentle.”
Piérre felt a tug at his heart as he remembered the blatant fear that had glittered in the kid’s eyes when he had run into Piérre and the prefect. ”He seems a little shy... and the last time I met him, he was pretty scared of me... It was almost like he thought I was a threat or was gonna beat him up.” Piérre couldn’t stop berating himself now. What in the world could had he done wrong to be an object of fear or of abhorrence? He just wanted others to smile and be happy, and to become an item of fear or terror destroyed his very meaning.

With the warning in place, Piérre would carefully walk through the crowds, doing his best to ignore the screams and chaos that was inevitably beginning to unfold, and he would smile cheerfully as he came face to face with the boy from the office. With a relaxed wave, Piérre would greet him peaceably and with a quiet, demure voice. ”Hi again! Um... good to see you. You doing alright? I’m Piérre, and this is Katrina.” He would indicate to the second year Gryffindor as he spoke, rocking back and forth as he readjusted his balance.

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