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Seconds after releasing her father from her embrace, they got interrupted. The boy would bump into her father and have the audacity to grab her hand, Without much remorse, Cassanora would yank back her hand, clench her fist and slam straight into the boy's private parts. "I don't know who you think you are curly, but never again dare to touch me." Tilting her chin a bit higher, she brushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ear and circled around the boy. She'd pay him no further intention as she walked past her father and marched straight for the castle doors.Coloured indicates French
Interacting with @Henry Knight
"I'm heading inside. Maddie, I will see you there?" Cass would offer her best friend a friendly smile and a wink before turning back around and continue to walk towards the castle. Boys were idiots and bullies needed to be reminded of their place. Tugging on the string of her shoulderbag, she'd check if she had brought the necessary literature to take her mind of things. Silly boys were a waste of time and certainly those who seemed to care only about collecting lipstick on their cheeks. What was this world coming to.
As Cass would pass by her Headmaster and Nora, her head would turn slightly red, realising that her little scene must have not been what Monsieur Monserrac had previously asked of her. To be fair, she did teach the boy a lesson. Just not the one her Headmaster would have expected. Whilst furiously trying to avoid eye contact with her superior, she did lock eyes with Nora to see how she would react. Regardless of the Head of Slytherin's reaction, Cass would barely be able to hold back a snicker.
Cassanora leaves thread
PC Name: Hugh Lowe
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Interacting with @Henry Knight & @Aaron Jones
Doc would feel a small boy bump into him. Barely moving from where he stood, the Head of Hufflepuff would turn around to see the boy slip past him and attempt to kiss Cassanora's hand. "Young man, I- CASSANORA BROWNE" The father's eyes would widen as he saw his daughter smash straight into the boy's delicates. She set him straight in a mere second and walked away in an instant. What he heard her say towards her friend, he would not be able to understand. His eyes would look down towards the boy. "Perhaps try to look for some glasses, young man. Hogwarts doesn't suffer fools gladly. Welcome... I suppose."
Caradoc would straighten his jacket and smile towards Maddie, Cass her friend. "You must be Maddie, I presume? A pleasure to meet you. I hope you'll like it here in Hogwarts. There's much to be found in this castle." He pointed behind him to a Cassanora on her way towards the doors. "Even lost family sometimes." He'd smirk before dipping his head and turning back to rejoin Nora and the Headmaster. Whatever they'd be discussing at this point. He'd narrow his eyes in Cass her direction. He could swear he heard a snicker escape from somewhere over there. Two seconds here and already making a scene. Hogwarts was in for a treat. If the hags wouldn't stir the pot, Cassanora surely would.
All he would do was scratch his head as he found his place beside his Slytherin counterpart. Giving her a look that said everything and nothing at once, as he simply had not yet processed what just had happened. Eventually simply shrugging his shoulders as his daughter had already left the courtyard.
Outfit for today
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Calming Presence/Healing Sage/Wandless/Non-Verbal
STA - 16 | EVA - 6 | STR - 15 | WIS - 16 | ARC - 8 | ACC - 4
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Verena was more excited than she had ever been in her entire life. Beauxbatons was visiting Hogwarts, nestled into the mountains of the Highlands, and she had been one of the lucky few in attendance. Despite them leaving early in the morning, she was bubbly the entire trip. It wasn't just that they were visiting a new school, Verena would finally see someplace outside of Beauxbatons and her home estate. Sure, it was just another magical school, but it was still something.Interacting with: @Elisabeth Erner (Rosa Swann)
Mentions: @Starlee Kennedy (Florian Yves LeRoy)
Open to Interactions
Bolded Text: French | Italic Text: Dutch | Regular Text: English
As they arrived, Verena could barely stay in her seat. She had been badgering about the trip to her friend, Rosa, and her date, Florian, the entire time and they were probably getting tired of it. They were more worldly than her though, so they were probably used to visiting exotic places, this was probably a roundabout trip for them.
Just as Verena was about to step out of the carriage with her friends, Rosa called out for her coat. She had almost forgot it, despite it sitting next to her. Rosa had asked her to hold it during the trip, probably because she was worried it would get wrinkly in her own care. "Right, sorry Rosa!" she called out from the carriage as she tried to grab it without messing it up.
Verena stepped out of the carriage, happily extending the coat to her friend. Rosa needed a lot of things from her, but she didn't mind. She was one of her first friends since she wasn't really allowed to have them. Besides, wouldn't it be rude to say no to your friend? She did envy her in a lot of ways, though, she was confident, commanding, and could get a date to the formal even if they weren't really dating. Her parents wouldn't even let her attend the dance with someone by her side.
Verena heard her friends show distaste for the castle as they saw it. Sure, it was nearly as impressive as their cliffside one with beautiful architecture, but it was still beautiful. It was nestled alone in the beautiful Highland mountains with an old ornate structure. She didn't want to seem different, though, so Verena would bandwagon. "I agree, the castle isn't nearly what I expected," Verena remarked, trying to seem as truthful as possible before quietly saying, "I think it's pretty."
"Quotes are for dumb people who can't think of something intelligent to say on their own. Like me."
Bo Burnham
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INTERACTIONS Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin @Lucia Fox | Sylvie Everett @Miranda Everest | @Erin Ryan
MENTIONS Elise Laurent @Scarlett Aden | Charles Alluring @Henry Knight | Cassanora Browne
English | French | code=#7F6000Some. One. Had. Joined. Them.
Hearing the voice, Maximilien turned. Unexpectedly, this face was fairly familiar. He was very sure that he had never met this brunette, but he must have seen her face somewhere. But where? Maxi was confused.
And then she introduced herself. As…as…as Sylvie. Or, as Sylvie Everett. Horrible
He wouldn’t care if this Sylvie was called Sylvie Eveline or Sylvie Emma. However, when her family name came out as Everett, it was different. This Everett girl came from a long bloodline of Everetts, who were wealthy and pureblooded. Monsieur le Comte had always been talking about them, since he believed they were at the same level. And recently their daughter Sylvie had been talking about for plenty of times in the de Fostoncy Estate. That was because, she and Maximilien was…ENGAGED.
“Ah, ah, yes, I’m Maximilien…” his voice faded. “Pleasure to meet you here, Mademoiselle.” he bowed slightly, with a fake yet still gentle smile on his face. Dark grey eyes rested on the girl. Brown hair, tanned skin…actually, she was good looking. He chuckled. Monsieur le Chevalier wouldn’t even make them engaged if she’s not pretty. But still…
A figure showed up in his heart. That girl. That one with silky blonde hair. He looked yonder, and admired her thin figure from the place he was standing. Fair skin, beautiful eyes…he couldn’t look at her anymore. Or, he feared he’d get mad. He wished to know her name, but he couldn’t gather the courage. And, what could he do if he learnt that? Ask her to the dance? No, his date’s here…and he couldn’t let Sylvie down, even if he never liked her.
“I’m sorry Mademoiselle, but I’ve got to go now.” suddenly Maximilien firmly raised up his head, and told the English girl. “See you later, Cassie.” and he turned to Cassie. “I…I’m with some very important business…” he muttered in English, embarrassed. Hopefully Cassie wouldn’t follow or ask what the business was. That would be much more embarrassing, which he was very sure about.
“Follow me.” he whispered to Sylvie. “We need to talk.” and before the brunette could even reply, he walked away.
“Listen, Sylvie.” being far away from people, Maximilien felt better, and could breath freely. “I assume you know about…the thing between us.” He made a gesture. “And yeah, I know it’s not your fault…” his voice faded away again.
Someone seemed had entered the courtyard. Raising up his head, Maximilien saw Charles. Charles Alluring, a wealthy pureblood from Russia or America, he couldn’t remember. And he was…trying to kiss a French girl. Horrible. The word jumped straight into the boy’s head. In his mind Charles was overall quiet, and never wild. Hopefully he hadn’t seen him. Or that would be embarrassing.
With a sigh, he turned to Sylvie again. “I haven’t made a proper introduction yet, I think?” he said with a gentle smile. “The name’s Maximilien René Jacques Pascal Vincent Louis de Fostoncy. A bit long, I know. You don’t have to remember it if you don’t want to.” his eyes looked at the ground, rather than the girl.
“I wish we could be friends, really.” finally he said softly. “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet…”Open to interactions!
Maximilien de Fostoncy · Beauxbatons "Just call me Maxi." |
Hufflepuff · Lindsey Springhall "Or, have some lemonade." |
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Interacting with Charles Alluring (@Henry Knight) & Amaury Favreau (@Cecily Quinn)𝓢ylvie turned around as she heard a familiar voice calling out to her. The throng of people was only becoming thicker as students flowed off of the carriages and other people were rushing up to greet them. The students were now all mingling, wanting to get to know each other. Sylvie shook her head in disgust. Proper etiquette, in her mind at least, would be to give the French visitors some space to get settled instead of bombarding them as soon as they touched the ground. Alas, the Scottish school seemed to do things differently.
"Amaury!" she called out again as she heard her brother's voice getting closer. Seconds later, he had materialized by her side. "Le voyage était bien," she responded. "Et toi?" It had been a very long journey and Sylvie was ready to unpack and take a nap. She hoped there weren't too many festivities planned for the day because she was ready to fall asleep for a long time.
Before she could say anything else to her brother, another student was pushing his way through the crowd, greeting anyone and everyone in his path. He was quickly approaching, too fast for Sylvie to dart out of the way. He spoke to her in French, complimenting her. Well, she supposed, at least he knew he was respectable enough to be honored to meet her. Based on his accent and the fact that he didn't look at all familiar, Sylvie figured he came from one of the other schools. "Merci," she replied respectfully; sure, this boy seemed a bit flamboyant in his greetings but at least he was respectful. She could be the same.
As soon as he appeared, the boy was gone. Sylvie turned back to her brother and gave him a brief smile. "Savez-vous si nous pouvons aller déballer?" she asked him. She wondered where they would be lodging for the next couple of weeks; there were four schools here and though it seemed like Hogwarts was fairly large, she wasn't sure how they were going to accommodate four schools worth of students. It was a magical school, though, she reminded herself and she was sure they would come up with some sort of elaborate housing situation.ReducioLe voyage était bien = the trip was good
Et toi = and you?
Savez-vous si nous pouvons aller déballer? = Do you know if we can go unpack?
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Roleplaying as Roberta Martin
Open to Interaction from anyone, just owl me first
Interacting with: @Hjørdis Jensen @Caradoc Browne [Both Caradoc and Monserrac]
Hexcode= #967bb6 {Brackets for French}
Having finally gotten her hair into a bun after wearing it down for most of the carriage ride, Roberta stepped from the Academy's ornate chariot as steadily and gracefully as she could. These magnificent steeds, the Abraxan horses, were definitely the most beautiful thing in the Courtyard. So what if the school itself wasn't as majestic as the Chateau of Beauxbaton? Appearances rarely betrayed true strength, and if the dancer-duelist had learned anything for herself this past year it was that a poor job keeping up appearances was necessary when so focused on improving yourself. It was charming how facades could fall to the side when one focused on their own truth. All the rumors that had surrounded the school and its past were summarily dismissed when she set eyes upon the students and teachers.
{"They seem no different than us,"} she spoke partially in disbelief, yet knowing well enough that her words were the truth. Her friends back home would be interested to learn of the discrepancies between their playful assumptions and reality. Still, she did not recognize too many of the other students who had come with her, so she kept silent and near the headmaster while they pointed to the assigned dining area. If they were to set proper examples of the Academy for Hogwarts, then she was going to ensure she set a perfect example. The buttons and flaps of her uniform all squared away, Roberta ran her hand across the soft linen of her robes one last time for comfort remembering her father's farewell.
"Safe travels my little bee. Come home to us victorious."
While she was not currently too concerned with the latter half of the farewell, she wished there was a way to inform her papa that she had arrived safely. Perhaps later she would take time to write him an owl, but only if any new acquaintances she made weren't too interesting to bear parting with.
One Madame Jensen, of the Slytherin House approached. While the familiar for their house was a snake, a venomous creature by its nature, Roberta herself had kind of imagined being sorted into that house for all of her ambition. Demanding nothing less than respect from her peers and perfection from herself, she imagined that this professor had more in common with her than their own headmaster likely did. Roberta thoughts also lead her to believe that this Head of House might set a good example of who to seek her tutelage from when that time came, so she paid close attention to her every move, hoping to see subtle indications that her instinct was correct. Roberta quite admired her flair for stylistic expression. All the same, her discontented stomach's rebellious opinion was hushed by that same professor when she obviated the dining hall. The warrior in her couldn't help but desire an opportunity to introduce herself, especially since first impressions were important, but her stomach would eventually force her to leave.
Waiting for a polite break in their conversation, Roberta interjected as the professors spoke of lodging for the Abraxan horses, but the duelist only spoke after the thwacking sound of Cassanora's blow was accented by Roberta's confident chortle of laughter. {"Evening Monsieur Monserrac,"} she said with a gracefully customary curtsy before turning to Madame Jensen and repeating the same gesture, but this time speaking in English. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Madame Jensen." She turned to the apparent father of her gonad crushing classmate as he sidled up to Jensen. "Pleased to meet you all." Knowing full well that she was setting an example for the others, the amateur duelist stood tall and proud, letting her genetics do the talking. "I am Roberta Martin. She did however have a question she needed to be answered sooner rather than later, so time wouldn't be wasted worrying about her family for too long. "Is there an owlery within the school, I would like to send word that we've arrived safely to my Papa after we've had supper."
Mentions: @Eldridge Seath[As Cassanora]
"Things are never so bad they can't be made worse." -Elim Garak
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@Astrea Soleil Neptune- Premission to place her iNPC at scene
[R]= Russian
[F]= French♠some days, you're the only thing i know, only thing that's burning when the nights grow color♠
The fateful day has arrived. The best and brightest from Beauxbatons got to go to Hogwarts for three weeks. Quidditch games, a broom race, and a dance, but all Lucas can focus on are the people. Lucas's gang of friends, Leo, Adam, and Sienna all got stuck at school last minute for a prank gone wrong, leaving the blonde boy stuck by himself to go to Hogwarts. There is a bright side, his cousin Amara will be there, as will Johann, the boy he was forced into writing letters to by his mother. At first, it was a game, seeing how much he could piss off the German but it quickly became a game of hearts.
Sitting in a carriage, ignoring the idle chitchat of his peers, Lucas watches as they reach the courtyard. Stepping down and out, Lucas glances around and notices a singular boy adorned in red and black. His cousin, Amara, was nowhere to be found, something that slightly surprised him. Clearly, Amara was not instructed to go greet him, or she disobeyed family orders for once.
Rolling his eyes, Lucas realizes that the student dressed in red could be Johann. Walking up to him, Lucas quirks an eyebrow, [R] "Could you be Johannes Sauer?"
♠teeth, five seconds of summer♠
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Stamina: 6 || Evasion: 6 || Strength: 5 || Wisdom: 9 || Arcane Power: 7 || Accuracy: 7
Perfectionist II
Perfectionist II
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Russian in Red
French in blue
Spanish in green
German in orange
English in brown
Open to interactions
interacting: @Caradoc Browne[/mention | Cassie Heather@Lucia Fox | Maximilien de Fostoncy @Lindsey Springhall | Sylvie Everett@Miranda Everest | Enzo Delacroix @Akari Kato
Mentioning: Cassnora @Eldridge Seath | @Lana Monet
@Charles easily slipped out of the girl's attempted of any harm to Charles before tapping her on the shoulder and whispering with a hint of sarcasm " you missed sweetie, you should work on your aim," Charles wasn't not properly representing Dumstrang but he was a hopelessly romantic and a bit of a troublemaker so he figured his headmaster would under as that Hogwarts professor dude spoke in which Charles completely ignored before shoving his shoulder into his to move past as he muttered " pathetic."
Charles then made his way over to the blondish hair boy; Enzo Delacroix as he playful punched him lightly on the shoulder before speaking " good to see you again Enzo, cause any trouble at beauxbatons yet?" Charles then acknowledge the girl he was speaking to before saying something else to Enzo " I'll catch up with you later probably with fire whiskey but I see you're busy right now so I'll leave you and the miss to it then," Charles smiled toward the girl before giving his friend one last laugh before walking away to someone else to flirt with.
That's when Charles saw him,Maximilien René Jacques Pascal Vincent Louis de Fostoncy or as Charles knew him; Max. He was the one saw of wealthy French pureblood's with not only status but also connections. Charles only knew him from his family, when he was forced to go to meetings, parties, dinners, and anything else that his family forced him into going. At those things Charles was a completely different person, he was quiet and shy and someone that would barley even speak while also polite and well mannered. Max was just like that also according to Charles not to mention their closeness in ages so Charles would offended talk to him during those things which explain how the two knew each other.
Charles however was the opposite with friends and one who knew that was Cassie Heather or Cass as Charles called her, he was kind but also social with friends while he could never stop laughing and was always in the mood to have fun. Charles thought he could keep his two lives separated, he guessed not as he decided to approach Cassie first.
" Hey Cassie, it's nice to see you again," Charles spoke when he was near her but then thought he saw Maximillian in a awkward situation and even though he rather not have, Charles couldn't shake his loyal and caring side toward friends so he said quickly to Cassie " I catch up with you later Cass, I just need to help someone real quick."
Charles walked over to Maximillian, to find him talking to an girl; one that Charles presumed to be beauxbatons as well. So Charles quickly switch to his well mannered and quiet side before giving a slight bow to the girl and speaking in a low but also formal way " hello, a pleasure to make your acquaintance miss. I'm Charles Alluring," Charles then turned his attention to Maximillian as he spoke using his nickname for the boy that he gave him since they were younger " Max it's nice to you again. How have you been?" Charles remembered the two haven't seen each other in about two years, after his first year and all that's when Charles stopped going to those events and so stopped seeing the boy.
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"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
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The old headmaster's head would turn as he heard a man yell behind him. Looking over he could just in time witness a young miss Browne try and kick a boy in his private parts. Raising both eyebrows in surprise before then carefully furrowing his brow, Eugene locked eyes with Professor Jensen. "I'm terribly sorry, this is not how we deal with things I swear, I-" The headmaster would almost seem panicked in seeing their reputation hurt. Though with Cassanora's father around it was perhaps upon the adult in their family to have a talk with the young lady. What on earth the Durmstrang boy was feeling right now, was something Eugene would not prefer to think about. He likely deserved it.
One of his other pupils joined their little trio. With her greeting he gladly returned the favour with a smile and a nod. The girl was doing splendid and came right in time to save their reputation. As she posed her question, the headmaster's gaze would turn to both professors. "If so, I would gladly visit this place as well. Perhaps during a tour?" He smiled again, looking over at the Head of Slytherin. The more he thought about exploring this magical place in his own time, the more his feet started to twitch around his cane. He would practically jump in excitement if his old bones would let him.
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Calming Presence/Healing Sage/Wandless/Non-Verbal
STA - 16 | EVA - 6 | STR - 15 | WIS - 16 | ARC - 8 | ACC - 4
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As Caradoc turned to make his leave, the Durmstrang managed to bump into him once more and remain close enough for the Head of Hufflepuff to hear the word "Pathetic" escape the boy's mouth. Narrowing his eyes, Caradoc still saw no sense to why the small boy was constantly bumping into him. "Excuse me, young man. Can I have your name please?" Caradoc tucked both hands in his pockets as he straightened his back, towering over the boy. "Do you require any assistance in walking? If not, I'd like you to explain how you manage to bump into a man three times in a row and offend his daughter." To any Hogwarts student bystanders, Doc would have come across as severely serious. There was not a single spark to be seen of his usual cheerful nature.Interacts with @Henry Knight
"You can either apologise or face detention. You are in Hogwarts now, you'll live by our rules while you stay under our roof." His message was short and clear, easy enough for the boy to understand. Caradoc would find the young man's Headmistress later during the day to notify her of these actions. It seemed even off the Quidditch grounds, these children would prove to be an unruly lot. The Head of Hufflepuff would patiently wait for the boy to answer, if he chose not to, Doc would simply memorise his face and find him later that day for his detention. There really was only one way to go for this boy lest he preferred missing out on the party. All those chances to dance with the pretty ladies all gone in but mere seconds of laying his eyes on them. Shame.
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Calming Presence/Healing Sage/Wandless/Non-Verbal
STA - 16 | EVA - 6 | STR - 15 | WIS - 16 | ARC - 8 | ACC - 4