Welcome to Hogwarts iNPC Arrival

❝ Interacting with: Valentin Everbone | Mentioning: Serena & Jan ❞

French dialog: #4d6284 | English dialog: #262d5e

the ency

[font=Monotype Corsiva]Enzo took a deep breath as he entered the great hall, once again. He really hadn't expected to grow the slight fondness as he had to this place throughout all his visits. Though not that he would ever in a billion years actually admit it to someone.
He kept his head high as he entered and looked around the familiar hall, perhaps it was held a bit higher than usual even as not only did his group previously snag a stunning victory at the summer duelling games, but his school had also won broom racing. And that was surely something to flaunt around for as long as possible. He even took a quick glance around to see if he could spot any of the worms that had lost to them.

His gaze then finally settled upon someone who he was so very thankful had come at long last, Valentin. Being rather alike he and Valentin had somehow got along rather splendidly from their very first year at Beauxbatons, which had definitely been a bit of a surprise to Enzo since that was a pretty rare occurrence for the boy, and so he couldn't help but smirk a bit, seeing that he was actually here.

Enzo made his way directly over to where Valentin was sitting, and upon arriving his piercing blue gaze eyed his friend's new companions up and down, inspecting them.
"Have you found some decent ones?" He inquired to Valentin in his own language as he slowly took a seat, quite wary of the others. He had yet to meet a pleasant or tolerable Hogwarts kid, and though he wasn't sure where these ones were from he still was not yet convinced that they were the good sort just yet.

Not feeling inspired to give an introduction before he knew if these folks were worth the energy or not, and as well as due to a surfacing hunger, Enzo reached out and grabbed a plate then helped himself to some of the feast that was on display, putting a few different things on it before pulling it back towards himself. He proceeded to begin picking at it while he looking back up at the others.

Hopefully, this group he found himself in wouldn't bore him to death.

Blue in English, Red in Korean

Eun-ji was nervous. She was supposed to meet Ye-jun today but would she even recognise him? According to her father, the boy was looking forward to meeting her again but how accurate that information was, she couldn’t be sure. The Ravenclaw haven’t seen any of the letters. Nevertheless, she was curious to see him and she was curious about the other schools as well. Granted, her last interaction with Beauxbatons was not pleasant in any way but this was her relative so it should be okay. Now where is he? Would be much easier if dad attached his photo as well…

“Eun-ji-ya! 나 여기있어!” Eun-ji! I’m over here! Ah…nobody at Hogwarts had called her like that and nobody spoke to her in Korean. Aaron did when they met but she could tell this was not him. The voice sounded unfamiliar to her. And of course, it would. Ye-jun was all grown up now. Well not all grown up but he was not eight years old anymore. The witch turned around to see the source of the call but she was definitely not prepared for what awaited her, standing just a few steps away. Ye-jun changed, all right? A LOT. The kid that was always made fun of for his dorky looks was nowhere to be seen. He turned out extremely handsome (lovely creature). Eun-ji herself never made fun of the boy, in fact, she was always there to stand up for him but even she had to agree he lacked a lot in that department. She even made a joke at the beginning of this year when she was talking about him with Aaron on the train. Of course, back then, she didn’t know if she would even see her cousin again let alone that he was a wizard or how much he changed.

“Oppa? 정말 너야?” Oppa - 오빠 (is used when you are a woman and talking with an older male) Is that really you? The boy in the pristine looking suit smiled, which only made him more handsome. Some of the other Beauxbatons students turned to him curiously as if it was something rare. “네, 저예요.” Yes, it’s me. He confirmed as he started walking towards her. Soon the young witch found herself in a tight embrace. It was unexpected. They were both raised by a Korean family and despite being close, hugs were very scarce. Perhaps though, living in Paris changed him in that regard. After all, French were much more affectionate, right? Or perhaps it was just the nature of their meeting that made him go for it. Eun-ji was a tad uncomfortable but she didn’t pull away. “네가 너무 보고 싶어! 어디 있었니?”I missed you so much! Where were you? The girl smiled as she pulled away. “그냥... 체스터에서. 너는? 잘 지냈어?” Just… in Chester? You? Have you been well? She had no desire to talk about herself to be honest. There were no good news on her side and he already knew plenty about her lifestyle whereas she knew basically nothing. What was his life like now? How was the school? She wanted to know everything.

Interacting with: Ye-jun Lee, Brief mention: @Aaron Jones

Roleplaying as iNPC Valentin Everbone - Ency
Beauxbatons | Second Year
English - French

Val turned his attention back to the boy sat on the same table as himself, "yes, the way he went on about werewolf-riding warriors for professors, a mechanical headmaster and the child of two gods, or spirits, or something, all working here at the school." He wandered whether there had been people in the group that had actually believed him, surely not. "All made up I'm sure, but still makes you wonder, don't they say that rumours always start from some truth," he said, highly doubting that these particular rumours followed such rules.

His eyes wandered to another pair of students entering the hall, walking perfectly in stride with each other, the blonde one unexpectedly shot Val a smile, he returned the courtesy, giving the boy a half smile back. The nod of the head that followed prompted no further reaction from him, but went a long way to increase his curiosity over the blonde.

Val brought his attention back to the fellow international student, catching the question he had just asked, "Beauxbatons," he replied, "that's in France," he added, Val had no idea how much each school knew about the others, he himself had no clue to what kind of school all the students going about in the purple uniform came from. "What about you, where are you from?" he asked, "I'm Val by the way, and we are getting too far into a conversation without even knowing each other's names," he said smiling.

With yet another influx of students into the hall, Val was this time greeted with a familiar face, he smiled and gave his friend a single wave. Enzo was a welcome sight in this, a field of strangers, a boy that Val could safely call his closest friend from the school back home, he had found the boy alike himself in such a way that it was hard to not get on with him back when they met in first year.

"Still to be decided," he answered whilst laughing, "you seen the ones in purple, and I thought ours was bad," he said, Enzo was probably well versed by now in Val's distaste for the Beauxbatons uniform, and was out of it whenever he could.

"This is Enzo," he said to the boy (Jan) "also Beauxbatons, though the less than subtle uniforms probably give that away," he said, pulling at a small part of the blue uniform.

"Come on then," he said, returning back to French, "you're kind of a regular here now, at least compared to me," he continued, "of all these schools, where can we expect to find the decent ones?" he asked, grinning.

Open to Interactions
Interactions: Jan Aalberg (@Elena Jangleton) & Enzo Delcroix @Akari Kato
Mentions: Charles Alluring @Henry Knight

Roleplaying as Nate Smirnow from Koldovstoretz
Interacting: @Cassandra Ironwoods

Nate would not even have had enough time to ponder whether he would see Cassandra soon or whether the two of them would even meet in person today, when suddenly a very authoritative voice ordered the boy next to him to move. At first Nate turned away, not wanting to take any part in the coming argument, but as it turned out there would be no argument. The boy who had been sitting next to him a moment ago moved from his seat without comment and all Nate could say was a disdainful snort and a barely noticeable shake of his head. In life he would not have let himself be talked to like that, but at the same time he admired the self-confident manner of the person who had just taken back their seat.

It soon became clear that it was not just any person, but none other than Cassandra. Cassandra, whom he had met over owls in the last few months, them he could hardly wait to finally meet in person and only a few minutes after he had taken his seat, it was already time. Lucky boy. The two had never exchanged pictures, so the Russian was all the more surprised that the two had found each other so quickly after all, but it seemed luck was on their side.

"I am." Replied the black-haired one when Cash - as they introduced - inquired. He knew the question was purely out of friendliness at best, because Cash was so sure of himself that he was sure they already knew he was Nate. He turned on the bench so that his body was facing Cash, bumping his shoulder against the other boy he had sat next to. The latter immediately complained to Nate, but he had very different plans than to argue with a small Hogwarts student right now. "Excuse me." The well-bred Russian apologised to Cash with a small smile before turning and sending the boy a warning look that needed no further words. It was clever that the youngster didn't press the point and merely lowered his head guiltily and turned back to talking to his friends.

Nate turned back around and put on a smile again. His blue eyes met Cash's green ones and for a brief moment he took in the image of them. He never knew how he should have pictured Cash, but now that they were sitting in front of him, it was as if it had fallen from his eyes. As if he should have known all along that this was Cassandra Ironwoods picture. He had never thought about whether they were pretty, he strangely always assumed they were, but the sight only confirmed it.

"It's an honour." He chuckled, agreeing with their words. He grabbed their hand to introduce himself properly, as he had learned to do, and if Cash would let him, he would switch his grip to giving them a quick kiss on the back of the hand, winking at them. Even though Nate was known for being introverted at first, which was true, he had grown away from it, especially in the last year. Be it normal personality development or all the events that had happened, he had matured. More mature, taller and broader.

"Never thought I would enter Hogwarts again." Joked Nate, glancing around the Great Hall. "But it was worth it." He finished his sentence as his gaze came back to Cash. Cash knew about all that had happened. About his panic attack at the blossom ball, about the attack and how bad that time had been for him. He had told them all this in the letters and it was easy for him to be an open book to Cash.

"Maybe with some more pleasant memories this time then." He laughed softly, shaking his head at the thoughts of his last visit. "Maybe you can convince me that Hogwarts isn't all bad after all. Maybe there are secret passages and secrets you'd like to share with me?" he suggested with a raised eyebrow.

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22nd October 2021

Roleplaying as iNPC Celeste Leblanc

As happened so frequently, Celeste was late. Fashionably late, of course, she reassured herself - late, yes, but late so that others will turn their heads and think, wow, I wish I could be late like her. Truth be told, Celeste hadn't meant to be late, but she had become fully absorbed by the Great Lake of Hogwarts a few moments before she was due to be down here, and had to pause and drink in its beauty one more time, calling back to mind all the feelings it had instilled in her before, mulling once more over its poetic resonance. Celeste didn't write poetry - in fact, she disregarded it as a waste of time - but her head dwelt in the realm of symbolism and metaphor, and, for some reason, the Hogwarts Lake always sent her into a world of her imagination. Not that Celeste would ever dare to admit she had something so pathetic as an imagination, of course.

There were a lot - a lot - of people in the Great Hall. The entirety of Hogwarts - what an ugly name for a school, Celeste thought, not for the first time - was assembled inside, plus a sizeable proportion of students from six of the world's largest wizarding schools. Celeste raised one silver eyebrow as she glanced around the doorpost - so many people there, yet not one whom she would be willing to talk to. The Beauxbatons student sniffed haughtily, before gliding to a seat right at the end of a bench. Everyone was already eating. "Oh no, did I miss the Headmaster's reunion speech?" Celeste muttered to herself, in sarcastic French. "How incredibly disappointing."

She glanced apprehensively to her left and to her right, silently wishing that someone might come and speak to her so she could show them the personality that came with 'fashionably late', then stabbed her fork aggressively into her chicken. Celeste Félice Leblanc had entered the buillding.

Interacting | @Annie Morgan	Da crowd | Mentioning
Open to Interactions	#000080 | Hex
Date: 10.22.2021	Japanese, English | Languages

“Hm? Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize… I just said that they seem to be very focused on their studies, that’s all,” Callista said sheepishly. She made a mental note to work on paying attention to what was coming out of her mouth before diving into a brief explanation on Annie’s behalf. “Mahoutokoro is exclusive - they only accept students that live in Japan. They’re also quite reputable for having students with high grades. Their robes are also unique - their color reflects how well the student is doing at school. …It doesn’t make much difference to you, but the ones with the highest grades are treated with a lot of respect, and you can tell based on their robe color.”

Callista had done a lot of research on Mahoutokoro beforehand, and she was quick to take advantage of a situation like this to regurgitate a summary of what she had learned. “Ah sorry, I kind of just dumped all that on you…” …and no one likes a know-it-all. The awkward silence descended on them like a thick blanket, and Callista only grew more embarrassed. Eventually, Annie was the one that broke the silence. When she squeezed Callista's hand, she looked over at the older girl. Despite their age gap, Annie was only an inch or so taller than her, and she looked up at her curiously.

"Do you want to go to the ball? With me?"

Time slowed down before screeching to a stop. For what seemed like ages, she stared at her. "Huh?" Callista blinked, and all at once, the world started to turn. Slowly, her cheeks warmed, probably turning the same shade of red as Annie's. Her mouth opened and closed, reminiscent of a fish, gasping for air. Talking suddenly became a difficult task; her tongue was tying itself up, and her mind cleared into a blank slate. The only thing she seemed capable of doing was staring at Annie. "I- I mean-"

"Yes."

With that, she snapped out of it, and a bright, genuine smile bloomed across her face. She even giggled - giggled - at the sight of Annie so flustered. Too cute. "Yes, Annie, yes. Of course, yes." Her face was flushed with red, and she had just announced her answer in the middle of this gigantic crowd, but that didn't matter. All of that would factor in at another time. All that mattered right now was that she was going to the ball with Annie. Yes, yes, a million times yes. Always, yes, for you.

Stats: Sta: 6 | Eva: 8 | Str: 3 | Wis: 9 | Arc: 7 | Acc: 7
Abilities: Perfectionist | ...
Actions: Being flustered, accepting Annie's proposal

Ayuma Kobayashi Japanese | English

Interacting: Charles Alluring @Henry Knight, Cassie McGregor-Martin@Lucia Fox, Andrew Lycan@Rose Moon, Rosella Sokolov@Logan Baird Mentioning:

"Oh are you sure?" the girl asked the older boy who had invited her to sit with his group. "It's totally fine, I could find another seat," she shrugged. "But, if you're okay with it."

"I'll be right back," she informed her fellow first year friends and took a seat next to the boy and his friends. "Hey!" She greeted them. The older boy was sitting with another boy and girl, who both seemed much older than Ayu. If she had to guess, probably third or fourth years. "I'm Ayuma Kobayashi, first year, Mahoutokoro," she smiled. "But everyone just calls me Ayu," she shrugged. "Nice to meet you guys. What schools are you from?" She asked eagerly. Part of the process of making new friends she enjoyed so much was getting to know them. Learning all sorts of new things and other people's stories and personalities.

Suddenly, another girl approached, speaking what she assumed was Russian. The boy who had invited her responded in the same language, and the girl took a seat. "Hi there!" Ayu waved as she took a seat. She turned back to the table, poking at the food she had grabbed earlier. "So. Have you guys been to Hogwarts before? They've done things like this in the past, right? I'm a first year so I've never really been anywhere outside of Japan," she explained.

So far, she quite liked Hogwarts. It was a bit different from her school but she didn't mind that. At first she found the school a bit peculiar, it had quite a silly name too. But she had taken quite a liking to the British school, its strange grading and colorful houses. Indeed, it was different, but not necessarily in a bad way.

Interaction:
River Fayre
@Clair Fernandez
open to interactions

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Felix Kolbeck^{@Winnie Harper}

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Ah, it was that time of year when the students all the way from America traveled to Britain. He was becoming too familiar with Hogwarts. Seriously, why didn't they ever go to the other schools? Was Hogwarts that important? Everett personally loved his school and didn't understand why they didn't show it off more. But, if all the other schools attended as well he couldn't be that mad about the situation. At least this time they weren't camping.

Their arrival was extremely obnoxious in his opinion, but of course he happily participated by contributing his sparks to the sky. At least people would know they were there. He was happy to settle into the cabins that were prepared for him. He pretended to be a corpse in a bed until it was time to have dinner. He felt like he was in the back of the crowd that entered the Great Hall. He would get a seat, so he didn't see the point in trying to rush anywhere. His eyes scanned for a particular Gryffindor, Rafael D'Spacito. His absolutely gorgeous Quidditch Captain of a boyfriend. They both had gotten quite busy, but always made sure to exchange regular letters to each other. He knew that he might not see him on this visit, but he wanted to come anyway.

So, instead he settled with sitting next to a particularly attractive boy. While he was taken, he might as well surround himself with cute people. Without asking if he was saving a seat for someone, Everett's lanky legs slid into the bench next to him. With a tip of his head he introduced himself with his slow southern drawl. "Name's Rett." He extended his hand towards the boy for a cordial shake. If he didn't take it, his hand would come back to rest on the table. "How's your travel been?" Small talk. Southerners were masters at it. Especially if it was about the weather or traveling.