With Grace Beauxbatons Arrival

iNPC Jacqueline Cecile Levant
Abilities: Lovely Creature
Dialogue: English | French
Outfit

October 9th, 2020
Interacting with @Heather Blair Moretti as Louis Mochizuki

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Jacqueline glanced over at Louis, watching him for a few moments before he realized she was looking at him and turned his gaze down to the ground. Jac didn't know what to do about this situation she found herself in. Everything was just so confusing now. Sighing, the young girl turned away as well, looking out the windows of the ornate carriage she sat in instead, even though she knew it would make Louis even more worried than he already was. It wasn't like her to back down at all. . . and that's exactly what she had just done. Tired, she leaned her head back against her seat and closed her eyes for a little.

A few weeks before leaving Beauxbatons for the Broom Racing Event and ball that were going to happen later in the month at Hogwarts, Jac had received a letter from her father informing her of a possible Squib Uprising. It also went on to tell her that she should stay away from anyone she knew of who weren't from a pure blood family. . . just in case. At first, none of this bothered her, since she assumed that he had been exaggerating when he wrote it. She continued to make friends and hang out with them, no matter what their background was. A week later though, Jac heard whispered rumors among students and professors alike regarding the very same issue. All of these conversations did nothing but make the girl more and more worried, and soon she began to believe the things her family had written to her.

A few of her friends noticed and tried to ask her about it, but Jac closed herself and her emotions off, starting to act like the Jacqueline her family knew instead of the Jacqueline she really was. The only times she was herself was when she was with Louis and a few of her other close friends, but recently. . . well. . .

Hearing Louis clear his throat, Jac opened her eyes again and looked over at him. He was fidgeting a little, but finally asked, "Jac, are you excited about our forthcoming time we're going to spend at Ilvermorny?" The girl acknowledged his question with a slight nod of her head but didn't say anything. "Hogwarts," he corrected himself quickly, looking a little embarrassed. The corner of Jac's lips twitched up a little bit at his apology and she assured him it was fine, but that was all. A sharp pang of guilt hit her in the chest. The french girl didn't want to do this, and her heart seemed to constantly be arguing with her head. Still, her head had won every time so far and won again this time, which meant she continued to keep quiet.

Louis turned to look out the windows and Jacqueline followed suit, finally able to see the many towers of Hogwarts in the distance. Relieved that they had finally arrived and she wouldn't have to endure much more of this, a soft smile snuck onto her face. When the carriage finally stopped right in front of the castle, she couldn't help but gasp. It was much grander from this close up. Movement to the side caught her eye and she saw that her friend had already climbed out of the carriage and was holding the door open for her. She gracefully followed, slipping down onto the ground next to him. A sudden impulse took over her and she reached out and took his hand, squeezed it once, then let go, turning away from him and towards the castle.

Overhearing their Headmaster tell them they were going to dine now, Jac walked forward a few steps and waited for Louis to catch up. "I wonder what are they serving here," He said to her, his hands in his pockets. She agreed in a soft voice and then laughed out loud at what he said next, drawing some attention from others. Louis was smiling next to her, and Jac decided right then and there that she was going to be herself again for a little while, at least until they got settled here at Hogwarts.

"Look at their uniforms," she murmured to her friend in French so the Hogwarts students wouldn't overhear her. A sly grin appeared on her lips. "So boring. Ours are much better, don't you think?" she nudged his side with her elbow playfully. It felt good to be herself again, no matter how long it lasted.

Bolded Text - French | Regular Text - English
Interacting with: Cassanora Browne (@Eldridge Seath) and @Caradoc Browne
Mentioning: @Erin Ryan and Cassie Heather (@Lucia Fox)

INTERACTIONS Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin @Lucia Fox | @Erin Ryan
MENTIONS Sylvie Everett @Miranda Everest | Elise Laurent @Scarlett Aden | Katherine Felix | Delphine Desmarais | Sébastien Batteux
Open to interactions!
English | French | code=#7F6000

Quickly running to catch up his schoolmates, Maximilien couldn’t help taking deep breathes. He was late again. Again. Yes.

He wasn’t very sure what Monsieur le Comte would say if he knew this. Though at least he knew he would be scolded. The heir of the de Fostoncy family should never be late, or anything like that. But still, Maxi couldn’t get rid of this bad habit. He was asleep on the carriage just now —— and yeah, that’s an again thing as well.

“Alright.” muttered the young boy. He had barely listened what the headmaster had said during the trip. Or before others had gotten out. Glancing around, he saw a couple of other students, who clearly were all French rather than English. The thing was, he barely knew their names. He was never a social butterfly in Beauxbatons, and the boy suddenly felt lonely. Or very.

He searched for Lindsey. The bubbly second cousin was just gorgeous, and so fun, which he could never achieve. He admired the four Springhall kids, actually. Except Lindsey, they were all elder than him, but somehow, more childish. Thanks to Monsieur le Chevalier who had barely talked to him, now, he was perfectly quiet…and alone.

Speaking of companions, his grandfather had prepared him a fiancée…what’s her name again? Mademoiselle Eveline? Mademoiselle Everel? Monsieur le Comte had only mentioned it a couple of times in front of him. Apparently he had forgotten it. You may say that he never intended to remember, since the boy had a perfect memory. Grey eyes carelessly wandered through the yard. Hogwarts was indeed big…but maybe not as elegant as Beauxbatons. Though, he was still eager to meet some new people here, and hopefully he could find himself a date. A real ball date that he liked, instead of someone he barely knew.

Dark grey eyes wandered carelessly again. That was until —— until he saw someone. A blonde, and a beautiful one, who was looking at everyone [Elise]. Indeed, everyone, though it apparently didn’t include him. Clearly she was in some sorts of trouble of finding someone, maybe? Or even, get to know this unacquainted place?

Though attracted by her, he didn’t go up. He lacked the courage. That was, until he saw someone he could talk with freely and merrily. Cassie Heather was someone that could take up the role of a friend. Although she wasn’t alone. Some other students [Katherine, Delphine, Sébastien] were around her. Maximilien sighed. He wished he could be popular too, really.

He walked up to her, trying to make himself as cool and friendly as possible. Introducing himself in front of so many people was truly difficult, and the boy decided to skip this part. This might not be polite, but he was afraid. To his relief, his friend walking up to an English girl, and the boy followed.

“Mademoiselle Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin,” he nodded to Cassie pleasantly, when she finished talking with the English girl. “How do you do?” A gentle smile slowly appeared on his face.

It was a pity he didn’t catch the English girl and Cassie’s conversation. “Sor…sorry if I interrupted, Mademoiselle.” he muttered in perfect English to the English girl [Erin]. “I’m a Beauxbatons student also, if you are wondering.”

Interacting with Maximilien de Fostancy (@Lindsey Springhall), @Erin Ryan, and Cassie McGregor-Martin (@Lucia Fox)
Mentioning @Cedar Everest and @Miranda Everest

They were HERE!

Sylvie had been bouncing off of her seat for the whole ride, barely able to contain her excitement. She was quite positive that all of the accompanying professors, and no doubt many of the student were quite tired of her excited exclamations every other minute, but seriously, Hogwarts was supposed to be amazing! At least, that's what her cousins had said when she'd visited in the summer. When they spoke to her at all, that is.

The Beauxbatons student was known by many for her almost hyperactive excitement and cheerfulness in pretty much any situation, but today it had somehow, impossibly, gotten even worse. Sure, new places were always very exciting, but there was something about seeing a different school for magic, especially one that was supposed to be the best in the world, that superseded all the things she'd seen before.

As soon as the carriage came to a halt, she was already scrambling towards the doors in an effort to get an even better view of the school - or even better, get a chance to talk to some of the Hogwarts students that stood outside, ready to greet the arriving school.

Unfortunately for her, just as she was about to head outside, Sylvie whirled around and headed back to her seat, an exasperated expression on her face. The small carved statue she'd been carrying the whole ride had been forgotten in the last few moments, and lay abandoned on her seat. Sylvia let out a breath of relief upon scooping the finely carved Chinese Fireball dragon into her hands. After the amount of time her parents had spent telling her not to lose it, not to misplace it, and certainly not to break it, it would've been quite embarrassing, not to mention problematic, if she'd done any of those things mere moments away from being rid of the thing.

Now with the wooden dragon tucked safely into one of her pockets, Sylvie was free to do what she'd wanted to do earlier - head outside for the meet and greet going on.

Because of the time it had taken her to retrieve the statue, the area surrounding their carriage was reasonably full. Most were fellow Beauxbatons students, but Sylvie spotted a few others here and there wearing unfamiliar robes, so they must either be from Hogwarts or the other two attending schools. Who were they again? The American one and the German one? Sylvie couldn't remember the names.

The people she didn't notice were her two English cousins, but she wasn't all that surprised by the fact. They'd barely talked to her during her visit to their farm, why would that change now? Although...Sylvie eyed the ground carefully for anything that might trigger a practical joke like the ones Cedar had used on her. Fortunately, nothing seemed to be there.

Now certain nothing bad would happen to her, Sylvie began weaving through the mess of students, looking for a familiar face, or at least just someone friendly-looking to talk to. During her search she spotted many students, all of whom were from Beauxbatons, that looked familiar, be it because they had classes together, or she'd seen them in the hall and had casual conversations with them.

Although, one person stuck out. Sylvie had been shown a picture of the boy ((Maximilien)), and told that she was to talk to him as soon as she saw him because, oh she didn't really want to think about it. The talking part, she had no qualms with - it was what she did best! - but the fact that her parents had ordered her to do it rankled her. She had not been involved in any of the decision-making. And to make it worse, she was also supposed to go to the Fall Dance with him. Something she had absolutely zero intention of actually doing. But...perhaps a bit of talking wouldn't hurt.

As she approached, Sylvie noticed that the dark-haired boy was talking to another Beauxbatons student she recognized as Cassie, and a Hogwarts student ((Erin)), judging from the robes she wore.

"Salut!" Sylvie exclaimed, in her signature excited way, than quickly changed to English. "I"m Sylvie Everett! You're Maximilien, right? And Cassie, of course...and, um, I'm afraid I don't really know your name." The last part of her speech was directed towards the blonde, who she honestly didn't know. Names and faces didn't stick with her very well - she tended to talk to so many people that it pretty much just became impossible.

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Apologies for the abrupt ending, I decided to just cut it because of how much I already wrote

Sign-Language [LSF][/b][/i]

Cassie McGregor-Martin [@Lucia Fox], Katherine Felix [@Lea Hirsch]
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As the hand came crashing into his, Berry blinked his eyes slowly. Cassie was always unpredictable. That was one thing that both of them had in common. However, Cassie still had a lot of traits Sébastien could only dream of having. It was defiantly a wonder how they became friends in the first place.

[F] "I was sat next to some dreadful people. Those people being my own company. I can't just go around making fun of myself, can I? That would make me look crazy!" He let out a chuckle and shook his head, "Cassie. We need to talk more. Maybe later today." Berry smirked and then once again turned to the girl next to him as Cassie waked off to someone who looked like a Hogwarts student.

He smirked and then continued to speak, [F] "Non-existent? With eyes like those, you could catch any persons interest." Sébastien lifted up a hand and looked at it, "Not me though. I am more into.. sophisticated people." He nodded his head and crossed his arms once again.

[F] "However, that is a very pretty name for a pretty girl." He replied, [E] "Are you French born? You do not seem to have that.. umm.. accent." Berry inquired as the girl spoke her name to him in an unfamiliar accent and lifted an eyebrow slightly. His heavy French accent was defiantly visible as his first English sentence of the day was spoken. Sébastien did like speaking in his mother tounge more than he probably should have.

Before he heard her reply, Sébastien burst out into a wide grin. [F] "Yes. I do broom racing. I would say I am one of the best but it's a pity I wasn't chosen to race this time." It was known to almost anyone who crossed his path, that Berry Batteux was very passionate about broom racing. Just as much as he loved learning about other languages. [F] "So, what do you like to do to pass the time?"

Roleplaying as: iNPC Louis Antoine - Émile Mochizuki | Hexcode: #404000
If the replies are written in italics, Louis is speaking in English.
Otherwise, he is speaking in French.
Interacting with: Jacqueline Cecile Levant (@Allie Lewis)
Mentioning: Katherine Felix (@Lea Hirsch) | Sébastien Thierry Batteux (@Lizzie Verdine)
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Louis' palm could still feel the warmth of Jac' smaller, finer one. Even though she barely held his hand for five seconds, those moments seemed to raise the boy's mood and to boost his ego sky-high. I wonder, he mused, how would her hands fit mine during a dance. Still a bit dreamy by the mental image he'd created, the brunet's smile at his own previous joke only grew bigger when he heard his crush's crystal clear laugh. She was being so sweet, so herself. How did he even doubt her feelings towards him before?

"Look at their uniforms," Jac whispered, smirking."So boring. Ours is much better, don't you think?" With a small grin of his own, Louis nodded. "I am not a fan of uniforms in general, but I have to say, once again it's proved why the biggest Fashion Houses are in France." Running a hand through his hair, the boy returned back to his neutral expression once again and, shifting from one leg to the other, wisely chose his words. "So, Jac what event are you looking forward to the most?" Louis questioned his companion, his curious tone coming off a bit too forcefully. It was quite hard, to try and achieve something- in this case, a date for the ball, by himself. Maybe it was because, from the moment he had been born, the boy had grown practically shielded by any real responsibility? His mother had been there to make sure that each and every one of his wishes came true, and she was always there to support her son. Now, Kaida may have spoiled Louis a little, but she also made sure to let him understand that no one was more superior than the others, so, despite her son's lack of social skills, he wasn't an arrogant prick.

This is why, when he'd heard about the squib riots, Louis wasn't sure how to react. Yeah, rules and systems are made to be followed, but this time, something more dangerous could be happening out there? While he didn't have many details about these riots, at the beginning of his school year, the brunet heard an older student boast about how her father, who was apparently someone important, made sure to 'keep the squibs in their place'. It came off as a pretty violent statement, in the boy's opinion, but nonetheless, he quickly forgot about that incident. In the past few weeks, though, the subject came up again, and this time, many more people were aware of it. The ones who were the most affected by it, though, were the Purebloods. Now that he thought about it, Jac herself was a Pureblood, right? Maybe she was caught in this drama?

As the boy prepared to ask Jacqueline if everything was alright, a sudden voice startled him. Turning his head towards his left, Louis noticed a taller boy, who the brunet had recognized as his upperclassman, talking to a petite redhead. "I am one of the best but it's a pity I wasn't chosen to race this time." The boy, whose name was Sebastien, if Louis recalled correctly, boasted, while the red-haired girl looked at him with curiosity. It seemed like they were currently caught in a conversation. Turning his head quickly, before he could be seen staring, the child furrowed his brows, deep in thought.

Sebastien's conversation partner seemed to be so interested in what he had to say, so maybe talking about himself and letting his skills shine was the way of becoming more confident? Well, it wouldn't hurt to try. Turning his attention back on Jac, the boy inhaled deeply, before he opened his mouth."Jacqueline? I heard that here, at Hogwarts, some merpeople could be living in the lake... Would you like to go and see them, when we have some free time? I could translate what they're saying, in case you are curious. I-I know their language quite well," the boy smiled a bit embarrassed, feeling his cheeks redden.

iNPC Jacqueline Cecile Levant
Abilities: Lovely Creature
Dialogue: English | French
@Heather Blair Moretti @Miranda Everest
Outfit

October 9th, 2020
Interacting with Louis Mochizuki
Mentioning Sylvie Everett

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"I am not a fan of uniforms in general, but I have to say, once again it's proved why the biggest Fashion Houses are in France." Louis replied to Jac's comment about the Hogwarts uniforms.

"Yes, true. . ." She said, her eyes sparkling. The girl's comment was, as always, meant in a joking manner, since Jacqueline knew all too well how it felt to be criticized, her family did it to her all the time back home. She had to pretend it didn't bother her if she ever wanted them to stop, even though it really hurt her when they did it. The bright smile on her face faded away in a matter of seconds and a pained look took over as she thought about all this. Suddenly, she didn't feel like laughing anymore. . . or saying anything else about the Hogwarts uniforms. Realizing she'd stopped walking, Jac sighed and caught up to her friend who was only a few paces ahead of her and purposely ignored the concerned looks she knew he would be giving her.

Louis was fidgeting a little, something she knew he did when he was nervous. Giving him a sideways look, the girl wondered what it was that he was anxious about. Was it something to do with her? If not, what was it about? When he finally opened his mouth to speak, nothing out of the ordinary came out, but the way he said it to her made it sound like it'd taken some courage to get the words out of his mouth. They came out a little louder than he had expected as well, judging from the apologetic expression on his face when he glanced over at her. "So, Jac what event are you looking forward to the most?" The girl shrugged, thinking for a few moments as the pair walked on, following the others from their school. Louis seemed to be deep in thought as well, so she didn't answer for a while for two reasons. One, she really had no idea what her answer would be, and two, he seemed to be figuring something out and she didn't want to interrupt him.

There was a long silence between the two, and it was during that silence that Jac heard a voice she recognized. Looking around for the source of it, her eyes finally landed on a very energetic girl talking to a boy and a few other girls. Smiling despite herself at the bubbly personality the girl had, Jac pointed her out to Louis. "That's Sylvie," she told him. "I met her a few weeks after meeting you this summer." Jac hesitated. She wasn't sure if she should go up and say hello to the other girl or just continue walking. She knew they would probably see each other multiple times during their stay at Hogwarts, and right now, she didn't really feel like approaching her. . . Deciding she'd say hello some other time, the girl finally answered Louis's question. "I'm excited for the Broom Racing Event," she said slowly. "That is the reason we're here of course. But the dance sounds like a lot of fun, since I really do love to dance."

When her friend didn't answer right away, Jac looked up at him to see that his attention was on another group from Beauxbatons. "Do you know them?" she asked curiously. She knew Louis had only met a few other people at their school, which, to be honest, was a fairly large one, but who knew? The boy beside her quickly turned away from them, maybe realizing Jac had asked him a question and looked over at her instead, taking a deep breath. When he inquired if she would like to go down to the lake at Hogwarts and see the merpeople that were supposedly there, she gave him a bright, excited smile. "Of course, Louis!" she said. "That would be wonderful." She had never seen a merperson before, and was actually quite curious about what they looked like, among many other things.

Noticing the smell of food that was getting stronger and stronger by the minute as the Beauxbatons students got closer and closer to the Hogwarts dining hall, Jac breathed in deeply. France had absolutely amazing food, and although she had doubted that the food here at Hogwarts was going to be anywhere near as good as the food at Beauxbatons, suddenly she wasn't so sure. Maybe it was just because she hadn't eaten in sometime, but all of a sudden she couldn't wait to eat. She gave Louis a quick smile as she started walking a little faster, anxious to get to the dining hall. A sudden thought occurred to her and she slowed down a bit so she was next to her friend again. "When do you think we'll be meeting the students from Durmstrang and Ilvermorny? Now?" she asked him.

Interacting with: Eugene Monserrac & @Caradoc Browne

She honestly could not agree more as the old man spoke of ambition and danger. It was quietly said, as though it was not meant for her in the first place. But she agreed nonetheless. The reputation of Slytherin, after all, was often associated with dark times or its former students. It was certainly dangerous but at the same time, it was useful to have. "Without moderation, most things can be dangerous," She replied softly, reflecting on the matter for a moment herself. At times, a lot of qualities could be dangerous. Perhaps for others, perhaps for yourself but dangerous nonetheless. Kindness could be taken advantage of. Bravery could quickly turn to recklessness. Thoughts and plans could result in overthinking, never quite coming to fruition as you become overly critical instead.

Hjørdis nodded politely, observing the glee on his expression as they agreed to exchange tales of the schools they worked in. She was mostly interested in his stories. Though she was not sure exactly how old he was or how long he had been working there, it was fairly safe to assume that he had far more experience at Beauxbatons than she had at Hogwarts. After all, her experience was limited to the past few years and he seemed to have a lot more than that under his belt.

Think of the devil and the devil shall arrive. Well, in this case, badger. For the briefest of moments, Hjørdis was relieved to see him. A part of her was worried that he would be far too late. She did not need to look at Cassanora to know she would be excited. She quirked her eyebrow as he approached. He was dressed rather well. Surprisingly so. Dressed to impress for once, it would seem. Professional, sauve, scrubbed up well. Was this for the Headmaster's benefit or Cassanora's?

Her relief was brief because he decided to speak and she instantly regret everything. Well, not everything but enough. Of course he had a stupid smirk on his face and opted to tease her...Dear lord... She stared at the newest arrival. Hjørdis simply responded with a look that said, 'Really?' He had likely seen that expression from her so many times by now. It was tied with her 'please stop talking' expression, also known as the 'Shut up Browne' expression.

He had opted to tease her right now, in front of the Beauxbatons Headmaster and mere metres away from his daughter? He irked her more than she thought possible! This man! With a nod of her head, she greeted him in return - if only to be polite. There was a narrowing of her eyes that would likely tell him to stop that but he might not have seen it as he quickly sped off to his daughter. Her gaze followed.

The sheer audacity of the man would baffle her always! But being irritated by him was not a feeling she could hold onto. Cassanora's happiness was heartwarming. She could not help but smile at the sight of the duo being reunited. It was a beautiful moment, "Very little can top that," She replied to the headmaster with a soft smile on her face. Very little beat seeing family in her books, at the very least. Their reunion was simply further proof of that. She overheard another girl near them mention something about eating together. It was a wonderful idea. "We will escort you to your accommodation after dinner, they are not too far from here," She added to the Headmaster, after he made an announcement that she did not understand to his students. She picked up on a bit of it, however, such as her name. However, since he had asked about the lodgings, she figured she would address that too.

With a nod of her head towards the beautiful carriage that they had arrived in, she continued, "We do have stables nearby your accommodation. Perhaps we could find a home for the Abraxan there?" She asked, wondering if he was happy to allow them to be housed in the stables alongside their own creatures. It would certainly be far easier than creating another temporary enclosure closer to the campgrounds.