✠Circle 1: The First Meeting ✠
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A little note to say that for the sake of the club, your character doesn't know the other members, this is where they will all meet
The classroom was empty when I arrived. It’s quieter than usual. Not the comfortable kind of quiet: something more still and expectant, like it was waiting to see what we've got.
I close the door behind me without a sound and pause for a moment, letting my eyes adjust, letting the atmosphere settle.
Everything is exactly as it shouldn't be.
Chairs and tables have been arranged in unordered rows.
I step further into the room, my gaze moving slowly across it.
I exhaled before I began organising it.
One chair is angled slightly away from its desk, so I put it back straight, facing the front. Another is pulled back a few inches, as if someone had left in a hurry so I pulled it back up. A table near the window is shifted just enough to break the pattern, creating a space that feels… different, so I placed it with the others, to create a perfect harmony and neat seating.
Satisfied, I step back, letting my eyes pass over it once more. It finally looked structured and pleasing to see.
I take a seat at the front, close enough that I won’t be missed. From here, I can see everything: the door, the windows, the rows.
My fingers tap once, lightly, against the desk before going still again. They’ll start arriving soon. I looked at my wrist
My watch reads 13:15
It all starts at 13:30.
That will be interesting.
I don’t move. I don’t prepare anything further- not that there was anything to prepare in the first place.
This first meeting was never about what I say. It’s about what they do the moment they step into this room.
So without further ado, I sat back, relaxed but composed, and examined who would come into this door.
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Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 9 | Accuracy: 3
Abilities: Parselmouth
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TIMESTAMP ; january 2, 2026 . evening REPLIES ; group thread
𝔈mma was a bit nervous as she walked toward the classroom, second thoughts bouncing around in her brain. She had received her club acceptance letter mere hours before the first meeting, which she put off studying (very unlike her), to attend.
Once she had received it, she had scrounged her dresser for something perfect to wear– she wasn’t just representing herself in a case like this, she was representing her family.
But the thing about this group is: She hadn't the foggiest idea of who else was going. She didn't know which families would be attending, or if she already knew people.
In her effort to look presentable for the meeting, Emma had worn something along the lines of what one would call, formally casual– it wasn’t too hard, she always tried to keep her appearance stylish. A white blouse with a simple black skirt and tights, topped off with her favorite plaid headband and dangly pearl earrings. Before she left, she included some lipgloss for the final touch.
She knew this was a good idea, she kept thinking as she made her way upstairs.
Her parents would be proud of her for socializing with the other Purebloods. They told her that connections with the other powerful families were integral to their reputation.
So, as she stepped in front of the door, smoothing her blouse, she took a breath and walked into the classroom, the second of the members to enter…
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| CV | Mysterious invites to secret clubs seemed to have become a regular occurrence after returning from winter break. The first thing that came to mind when receiving a suspicious letter was that it must have been Valour again, about to dare him to crawl through the mud in one of the secret passages beneath the castle, or something similarly disturbing. This new letter, however, invited him to a pureblood secret society. Considerably more effort had gone into its presentation, though it still retained a handcrafted quality. The letter was suspiciously verbose, yet ultimately reduced to a single message: you are invited. Immediately, Camille suspected that it must have been another one of Alain De Varenne’s schemes to control his son’s social circuit. Some of the wording was manipulative; at worst, incorrect. Noted, observed and understood? After his initial scorn, Camille had scoffed with an amused eye-roll. Being observed was nothing out of the ordinary, but to think that anyone–around here, no less— understood him was unlikely. This mysterious letter was evidence enough, considering that Camille did not necessarily share his fathers view on blood-purity. It may be regarded in an important manner in their household, but personally, the French boy could not have been less concerned with whether his blood was clear as crystal, or whatever this sender claimed made him important enough to spare an invite. Esme was a half-breed. While the Hestridge family was clearly of significant social standing, her blood could not be considered pure with the Veela genes flowing in her veins. In that regard, it would have been hypocritical of him to condemn the so-called lesser blooded, yet still entertain girls whose beauty stemmed from blood that was not purely human. Not only did he entertain her company, but she occupied a position within his social circle that few others did. First Harvey, Valour’s secret underground society, and now this? Camille had thought before sending a letter to his parents, demanding an explanation. A day later, his correspondent had been as confused as he was over the mysterious invite. “Mon fils, While I am not surprised to see you doubt my competence, I am once again disappointed to see my discipline failing. I had nothing to do with this noble club you’re speaking of, though perhaps it would serve you well to surround yourself with other pureblood children. Remind yourself of what’s important. Perhaps even learn some manners while you’re there. Alain de Varenne” The word “manners” carved into the parchment with a heavy quill, a sign of Alain’s irritation getting the better of him. All in all, the message was a thinly veiled reference to the people Camille had been spending time with recently, most of whom were not approved. Having already drawn the conclusion that he would have nothing to collect at this exclusive club meeting, Camille would still attend to gauge the crowd, and because his father had strongly encouraged him to seek out “like-minded people”. Despite his reservations, he was curious to see what ranks of society had received the same invite, and hopefully he wouldn’t come to regret it. |
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Ilias Lahlou | Ilvermorny
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Ira did not expect a club invitation for the 'Purebloods'. It seemed to be a very promising opportunity for socialisation. She found herself wondering what her club mates were like. What would be their likes? Their dislikes? What is their nature? And their thought process? All of these questions created a sense of excitement in her, as if she was studying human behavior.
The vibes of the club gave off dark academia and Gothic core. She decided to wear something simple that matches this vibe. She usually wears pastel colours or bold Indian wear, this time she chose a checked brown short dress with a gold locket and black snickers. Her hair flailing open with pearl buds as earrings. This whole setup made her wonder what the others would be wearing, their aesthetics and their vibes. Such thoughts made her look forward to the club meeting even more!
Her parents never imposed any ideas of hierarchy or superiority based on blood status. After arriving at Hogwarts and coming across several stray conversations, she understood that blood status is something other families might feel supercilious about. She still didnt understand why; as the ability of a witch or a wizard did not depend on blood status rather on their individual skills and intentions. Nevertheless, she knew it was something prestigious and worth attending.
She held her head high, her bold brown lipstick highlighting her beautiful lips as she walked with confidence having a big smile on her face, ready to befriend the lot in the classroom.
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The invitation had given the Slytherin a lot to think about. Having grown up immersed in that world, its parties, and its connections, Richard didn't look at the parchment he'd received with innocence. The Pure-Blood system was far more familiar to him than the Hogwarts’ one. Nevertheless, he was only 11 years old and felt it was in his best interest to seek his parents' advice. It was his father who sent him a letter last Monday. The instructions were clear and logical: go, analyze the club's true intentions, and above all, assess the company. He explained that it was normal to see some "purges" before a real core of trust could be formed. Therefore, he had to remain discreet and, above all, avoid the "agitated" Pure-Blood factions that constantly caused trouble and brought detrimental attention to the Diaspora.
And so, he arrived right on time, punctual as always, at the classroom door. In his pocket, the boy had the small invitation card, in case he needed to prove the legitimacy of his attendance. He knocked on the door, which opened a moment later. The boy entered and immediately noticed the very small number of students present. He instantly recognized the Slytherins. As for the others, their faces were less familiar than their names. He had never seen them at the Galas. Perhaps because he only went to those held in Bordeaux or Montrose.
“Good afternoon,” he said calmly, his ever-present slight smile on his lips, his shoulders relaxed.
There was not much chatter. Everyone, very well dressed, simply observed, some visibly uncomfortable, others more nonchalant.
“Is it just the five of us?” he casually asked the assembly, not knowing which of them had organized this meeting.
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TIMESTAMP ; january 2, 2026 . evening REPLIES ; group thread
ℑn the few minutes that Emma had been sitting in the classroom, three more students had wandered in.
The waiting period had been silent, aside from a spared glance towards Tes from Emma when she had first entered. The girl was sitting at the front of the room, and Emma opted for the middle, just to be within eyeview of the door.
She tapped her heel absentmindedly, as if she was counting the seconds go by in the tension filled silence.
All entering within a few minutes of each other, the next three people that came inside were three she had barely ever seen before. Emma remembered faces well, but these were people she had a hard time placing. She wondered if she had ever met them at a gala.
The first had entered with an unreadable look on his face. She was pretty sure he was a Ravenclaw, but she wasn’t certain. He wasn’t a Slytherin– she knew that, she obviously would have recognized him.
The second had walked in with a confident smile, one that Emma returned as she watched the girl come in. She seemed sweet, and her outfit was adorable. Emma made a mental note to ask her where she shopped.
Emma was about to ask for the incomer’s names, when another showed up at the door.
“Good afternoon,” he spoke. “Is it just the five of us?”
Emma spared a glance around the room, taking in everybody once more.
“Seems like it,” she responded simply. “Were you the one that asked us here?”
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Invitation. Amethyst wasn't accustomed to getting invited anywhere. She repelled invitations, or so she liked to think. An excuse to stay far away, as far as she could, from everyone, for it was simpler. So, when she had received a letter, a letter that requested her presence at the noble club – a gathering for the purebloods – Amethyst found herself sitting behind the closed doors of her dormitory, staring at the letter flabbergasted. She debated for about an hour whether attending would be worth her time. The letter was written in a rather grand handwriting. The words were grander. But Amethyst doubted that any school gathering could possibly rival the grandeur she is used to. Besides, the club sounded vaguely illegal. Separating by status of blood was frowned upon at Hogwarts, after all. Curiosity is, however, a powerful force. |
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She decided to give it a try, hoping they were inclined towards trouble as much as she was. Maybe it was because of how painfully monotonous her life has got. Wake up, attend classes, have lunch, read a book, go to the library, have dinner, and sneak out after curfew and sleep, and the cycle repeats. Perhaps it was time for her to get friends for at least the namesake of it. She might not ever be understood, but at least she could amuse herself while she's there. And so she changed into something appropriate for the meeting and slipped into a pair of heels, finishing her look with light makeup. She scurried over the stairs, the letter still in her hand but crumpled. Amethyst entered the designated classroom. She scanned the room and counted 5 students. One of them would have organised this meeting, or maybe it was 2 of them. The young heiress wasn't familiar with anyone in the room, surprisingly, and for some reason that was unexpectedly relieving. With a faint smile and a polite little nod, Amethyst took her seat. She folded her hands neatly atop the desk and raised her eyebrow. "So," she began lightly, "whose lovely idea was this?" footnotes. Open to interactions |
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An invitation to this secret society was not something that Luca expected, and one he intended to attend. A society that focused on blood purity was not innately something that the Corranado heir aligned with. Still, he did not get a sense of this being a group for the elite that looked down on other wizarding cultures. This appeared to him as simply a meeting of those with the purest of blood, and being recognized was not something to put aside.
Date: January 3rd, 2026 Time: Afternoon « Preceding | Following »
As the Corranado heir entered the classroom, his first indication that this organization took itself seriously was the way the room was arranged. The late January afternoon light fell coldly through the windows, cut through by the familiar smell of old parchment and chalk dust. Luca noted an occupied silence as the inaugural meeting was set to begin. The silence, however, was momentarily broken by the soft, definitive click of the door closing behind him, indicating an intentional entry rather than a casual one.
Quickly scanning the room, Luca noticed other students who were also invited to NOBLE. Immediately recognizing a few of his housemates, Luca saw familiar faces and offered them subtle but respectful nods. As his mind cataloged the rest of the room, the Slytherin noticed that other houses were also represented, and this surprised him, as other houses had their pureblood lines too, though few wore it as openly.
As he found an empty seat, the young wizard noticed a cautious tension in the room. At the first meeting of any group, everyone was busy sizing each other up, figuring out in their own minds what dynamic this club would have. This was the sort of social situation his mother had taught him about, but Luca noted the collective display of composure and the absence of small talk. The boy also took note of a possible unspoken hierarchy and the contrast between how people presented themselves and their actual nerves, which might betray them. However, one thing every person in this room had in common was unspoken but understood.
He noted no one obviously sitting with authority. He thought back for a moment about how the invitation came with no name, so he was unsure who led this secret organization he was joining. However, he made a point of sitting in a strategic location where he could see both the door and the room at the same time. He chose to say nothing, allowing his composure to speak for itself. The Slytherin thought of his father’s words: The first person to speak in a room full of strangers has already told them everything they need to know about him, Luca.
STA: 7 • EVA: 10 • STR: 0 • WIS: 7 • ARC: 2 • ACC: 9 Parselmouth • Evasive Maneuvers PC: Luca Corranado | OOC Notes: Always open to interactions. "His story continues" means Luca is no longer there! iNPC: Silvio Accardi |