✠Circle 1: The First Meeting ✠
⋆꙳•❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊ ⋆꙳•❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊ ⋆꙳•❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊⋆The First Meeting
Her shoes struck the stone of the Hogwarts halls with measured precision and purpose. Each step was deliberate. Unhurried. She wasn't in a rush. Never was. Isabeau always made sure to be places on time.
She'd taken care of her appearance, slighly more so today than other days. Not extravagant, but proper clothes that suggested her position wasn't to be questioned, jewlery that shone in light, and hair pinned up elegantly in a manner that proved her work. Isabeau always looked good, but today, for the first meeting of NOBLE she'd done just a bit more.
NOBLE was considered a club. A highly selective club, she'd been told by Tes, her close friend that she'd met on the Hogwarts Express. Supposedly it was invite only. A group of purebloods like her and Tes and people who had nothing to prove to anyone else. To put it simply, it was a club to purebloods who were deemed worthy.
Isabeau thought there was an elegance revolving around that philosophy. A type of quiet understanding that some things did not need to be eared because they simply were. It was, in Isabeau's opinion, honest.
The door of the classroom came into view at the end of the corridor, already partially open. The warm light from inside flooded into the cool hall. Voices drifted out, low and measured. No one spoke or laughed too loud. No words were too careless.
Isabeau paused before entering, smoothing a crease in her top. Not out of nerves, no. Never nerves. Rather, it was out of alignment. In the pureblood community, presentation was a language, one that she considered herself rather fluent in. The others in the room? Well, wheather or not they knew that language too remained to be seen.
She pushed the door open more, sliding in with purposeful grace. She ran her eyes over each of the figures already in the room. She saw Tes at the front, waiting paitently as people arrived. The others, most of which she didn't know, all were doing the same as her. Assessing. Waiting. Watching. Picking eachother apart for any signs of fear of that they didn't belong.
A feeling of approval rose in her chest at the sight. The people in this room were all like her. Strategic and cautious and knowledgable of their worth. It didn't take much for Isabeau to deduce that they all knew how to play the game.
Isabeau moved deliberately to take a seat close to the forming group. Not too far, but not too close. She opted to listen to those who opted for light chatter, figuring that there was no point in speaking.
Why? Well, she decided that there were two reasons why. First: she didn't need to prove herself to any of the members in the room. She was there by invitation after all. Second: if everyone knew how to play the game, she didn't know who she could trust. Every word out of her mouth could come back to bite her.
Her eyes scanned the inhabitants of the room once more. Oh yes. This was going to be interesting indeed.
01/03/26, pm
N/A; Open
sta 6 ⊹ eva 6 ⊹ str 6 |
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wis 5 ⊹ arc 5 ⊹ acc 7 |
✠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
Soon enough, the room filled with important school figures- all invited for one purpose.
I noticed the quite stares, smiles, nod of approval, tilt of heads of each member during the "reveal".
I let my gaze pass over each of them- observing as they came into this room.
A few of them spoke up as they entered, “Good afternoon, is it just the five of us?” That would be Richard. I have chosen him for his high profile both inside and outside of school. He is composed, strategic, observant and influential. A perfect addition.
I shook my head slightly as a response.
Then the voice of Emma Van Elst broke out, “Seems like it. Were you the one that asked us here?” she asked. Emma. Chosen for her exceptional social awareness; someone to keep balance in the group. Emma was the first to arrive followed by Camille and Ira, which these little details will not go unnoticed.
My thoughts were interrupted by another member entering the group: Amethyst Castillo, "whose lovely idea was this?". Amesthyst. Picked for her ability to be included at any social event, an interesting pick for sure, which I will keep for both intrigue and interest, I am sure she will contribute to this circle well.
Then Cassiel came into the now filled room, immediately recognising Emma from the lot, "Right, who is this mystery host?" he asked. Cassiel. Chosen for his ability to naturally integrate himself with social awareness yet a silent judgement. His personality will perfectly polish this addition.
After this, came Lauren Vanes, a fellow parselmouth slytherin. She spoke up, replying to questions, "I don't really know who created this, either. Though I'll say that the invitation was presented really amazingly.". Lauren. Selected for her strong personal motivation, my interest in her hopefully will lead into her accomplishing great things here. I gave a small, almost invisible note to her comment, a sign of approval that she has been heard and that I was grateful.
Now I shifted my gaze towards the members who has not spoken. Those were indeed the most fascinating lot- understanding a lot more about the ethics of this group than the rest.
This would include Camille de Varenne, selected for his complexity and intriguing dangerosity as well as his already settled reputation across school. But also, Ira Ray, picked for her... differences, unique perspectives and energy- a person who seems to be full of surprised. I must also mention Luca Corranado who has not said a word since he entered. His posture said everything and perfectly explains why I have chosen him: control, observant, strategic and shows a lot without saying them. The exemplar member. Lastly, we have my dear Isabeau Nevara, met on the Hogwarts Express, I have not chosen her for her familiarity but for her perfect tone, mannerism, composure, and a hint of superiority.
“Welcome.” I said finally, my words carrying weight , “To answer all your questions, the host would be me” I continued, tone composed, steady, “So if there’s any confusion about who’s leading this, there shouldn’t be.” I said reassuringly
My hands clasped loosely in front of me, “You’ve all been chosen to be here” I went on, glancing around the room again. “That alone should tell you this isn’t… accidental. You have all portrayed a sort of rare ability”
A faint tilt of my head, almost thoughtful, “Though I do have one question.” I took a small breath, enough to shift the tone, “Why do you think you are standing here today”
My gaze flickered between them waiting for replies.
“Because I’d really like to know what exactly you all see… that made this group make sense and work.”
A slight smile subtle, controlled.
Note: Word and a translation tool has been used in this RP
Action: N/A
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 9 | Accuracy: 3
Abilities: Parselmouth
"That's crap-puccino" Sta 5 | Eva 6 | Str 2 | Wis 7 | Arc 9 | Acc 6 |
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✠Circle 1: The First Meeting ✠
N.O.B.L.E. was a club that Kim hadn't signed up for, but someone had reached out and contacted him via owl. He couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of the club was. But he couldn't really find out until the first meeting was held and today was the aforementioned date. Kim received an owl letting him know the first meeting would be held within a certain classroom. Unfortunately, at that particular time, Kim had a meeting of his own and sent an owl ahead of time to let the owner of the club know he would be a little late. When he eventually arrived at the location, Kim opened the door and looked inside. He was dressed in a black outfit with a long-sleeved white button-up shirt beneath. Kim's hair was currently black.
He also wore a pendant he'd gotten from Valentin earlier around his neck. There were lots of people already inside. Most likely everyone but him were already there. But that was to be expected due to Kim's lateness. The wizard's eyes swept across the room, noting the faces inside. He recognized a few of them but none of them had ever met him before. Not in this kind of setting at least. Kim stepped into the room just as Tes began to speak to everyone and headed for the group, choosing to linger near the group but not within it, preferring his space. Being in crowds, especially indoors, caused his social anxiety to act up sometimes. As Tes spoke, Kim's brow furrowed a little. A rare ability? What could she possibly be referring to?
Surely they weren't all Parselmouths here? Tes's question made Kim regard her for a moment. He didn't speak and instead glanced at the group to see who would speak up first about this.
If @Tes Cadell hadn't been speaking when he entered, he would have greeted her but as it was, trying to speak now would be somewhat impolite. At least that was how he saw it.
| kim sato tone bakugo | sta • 10 | eva • 18 | str • 2 | wis • 10 | arc • 7 | acc • 20 sta • 10 | eva • 15 | str • 12 | wis • 7 | arc • 4 | acc • 17 |
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