Lovely Lads & Ladies Beauxbatons Arrival Closed

Marcel had heard about Beauxbatons' arrival. Of course he had. However, he didn't realize it would be so... flamboyant.
He had wandered out with the rest of the students, mouth slightly falling agape as the large carriages swooped overhead, ornate and fantastical, with flying horses- Abraxan, he corrected himself- pulling them. They didn't have anything like this. Of course, there were the horseless carriages and the ghosts, and Hogwarts was unique in its own way. However, flying carriages was a mode of transport he hadn't even thought of. He stood on his toes, trying to watch at least one of the carriages, to see the flow of students in their blue uniforms. Apparently, Beauxbatons students were especially lovely, though he didn't really understand that.
Physical appearances never really mattered to the boy in means of attraction. If you looked well-kempt, that meant that you may have yourself together more than other people, but it didn't mean you looked nicer. People are people, after all, and romance wasn't something he needed to think about. Not yet.
Pushing his internal rambling aside, he put his attention back to the carriages, watching the students, pushing up his glasses.
Maybe he could make a friend! A penpal, even! He perked up as he realized this.
This may go well.

Writing as NPC River Fayre

River stepped out of the Carriage, her legs felt wobbly under her feet, as they had every time she had gotten off the carriage during their travels.
It felt weird to leave her luggage in the carriage, but she had been told that there was going to be someone picking them up for them.

She shifted awkwardly, her sister was not here and it felt weird, this was only her second time being here, even though she felt like she had been here many times through reading the letters sent to her from Trix. Her uniform felt like it was getting tighter, or was she getting bigger? Nah it must have just been nerves.
River had been bugged to get perfect looking before landing, so her hair was in a nice looking bun, she was rather pulled together; On the outside. Inside River felt like everything was squeezing her, she always felt this way when she was nervous, it was something that River's Sister had been good at calming, River was good at getting nervous so her sister was a great match for her.
River looked around wondering if she would meet anyone friendly, or someone who wanted to meet her, surely someone would want to know more about france, and it's wizards.
(wc 210)
Open to interactions

A view of the alleged competition, a team of pampered foreigners escaped their carriage after a long ride. Pretty, literally every last one of them, it was as if they came from a modeling school rather than a magic school. This was supposed to be Hogwart's competition in the Triwizard, no Hexwizard Competition. An allegedly dangerous, potentially deadly competition. They looked like the sorts that had more mascara than brawn.

"Hopefully nobody breaks a nail at the ceremony," she announced with the confidence of a would-be champion. Not that champion was her destiny. Not that she would believe the assertion otherwise. She was strong, determined and literally (as per her ability) fearless. The goblet would be a fool to pick another. To pick someone inadequate. The problem was of course two-fold, there were outside forces at work still in terms of the goblet like there were those years ago when the game was banned. There were political motivations behind these games, this display of arcane prowess and the representation of wizards. SCARAB and the pureblooded families both had intentions for these children, their [the Champion's] best interest was not among them. She would not be chosen, she would not have been chosen even if it was a fair game.

Erin would slip back into the shadows of the school. There were still more schools meant to arrive, next was the lake if she was not mistaken.

WC- 201
Hex-#433687

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As she waited for Castor to respond, Gemima couldn't help but let her eyes wander over to the rest of the Beauxbatons students, who were milling about the courtyard. It was a sea of radiant blue, and Gem found herself captivated by the French visitors once again. The pleasant hum of conversation grew louder with every passing minute. But then, one girl caught her attention.

She couldn't have been much older than Gemima herself, and she had her pretty brown hair swept up into a tight bun. Gem chuckled to herself. The girl reminded her of how she had been when she first stepped onto the Hogwarts Express, down to the choice of hairstyle. The girl shifted awkwardly where she stood. Gemima's heart ached in sympathy. The nerves seemed to be the same, too.

She gave the girl a small wave and a friendly smile. It was an optional invitation, since she was a stranger and all that, but it couldn't hurt to say hello. She knew what it felt like to be in a brand new environment, all alone. With that, she turned back to Castor. Maybe her friend knew the girl. They were from the same school after all.

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Interacting- River Fayre @Clair Fernandez, Castor Alarie@Edme Achillian

Roleplaying as Castor Alarie Beauxbatons

French English

Castor struggled to contain her obvious excitement of seeing her friend once again. It hadn't been decades since they'd seen each other, but it really did feel like it had been.

"That's great." she smiled warmly, the expression trailing to her eyes and letting them glimmer with joy. "I'm sure it will be wonderful. This place is... big."

It was, admittedly, not as good as Beauxbatons, which of course was biased due to Castor's love for her own school. But she could be a bit selfish every now and then, and maybe she'd actually grow to enjoy the other school in time. Though, of course, there wasn't much time at this school for her to truly become accustomed to it.

"It was quite comfortable. Though it was also quite long."Castor replied, trying to asses each of the many questions, "Those would be Abraxans. I've read quite a bit about them since arrival. Did you their hair can be used in potion making?" The French girl had grown a love for learning more and more about the different elements of the school, including the beautiful horses that enabled them to travel.

Gemima seemed just as excited, the spark I'm her eyes brighter than the fire Castor had envisioned blazing in the goblet she had heard nothing except of. "Oh that would be... nice." Castor referred to the mention of meeting Gemima's friends. She had promised herself she wouldn't make any potential bonds, but she supposed it couldn't hurt to share a few words with others. "I've been well. Beauxbatons is all I could have imagined. The gardens are beautiful, and..." Castor realized she was bouncing on her heels, and stopped herself sheepishly. "Well, it's very nice"

Gemima turned to wave at another girl, one Castor vaguely remembered from one of her classes. She wracked her brain to remember a name, but came up empty handed.

writing as NPC River fayre, Interacting with @Gemima Sable and @Edme Achillian as Castor open to interactions

River was mildly panicking, why had she been so stupid? Leaving the safety of France to come here to the Scottish highlands without her sister to keep her safe!
She stood there unsure if she was allowed to move or talk, she watched as other students milled about, chatting with people and reuniting with friends, she thought about seeing if Trix was around, she had sent letters back and forth many times with them surely it would be ok? She also thought about finding Miles, and seeing if he was here yet, she was guessing he would be tired though and not want to see her, if he even remembered her.
and then she seen a girl wave in her direction, or was it waving at someone else? She looked around, everyone else was chatting or not facing the same way, so it had to be her that the girl was waving to, waving back, River decided to go over, and meet this girl, surely it was safe?
Walking towards the girl River seen a second girl, this one felt like she had met, but could nkt place a name on,
"Salut, Hello." She said, speaking in both french and english, because she was not sure which to use, "My name is River Fayre, nice to meet you."
(wc 220)

─────Callista stepped out of the carriage, and took a deep breath. The young girl was more than excited to be at the legendary school. She had heard plenty about Hogwarts, and was more than happier to arrive. They had been flying for days, and finally they were there! Finally taking a look around the courtyard, where they had landed, Callista spotted a few Hogwarts students waiting there for their arrival. She wondered what they were thinking. Maybe they thought that all the Beauxbatons students are so elegant and beautiful, or the opposite? She wanted to know.

Then she realised she had been standing outside the carriage for a whole minute already, busy in her thoughts. A blush formed on her cheeks as she hastily moved away so the rest of the students could move out of the carriage. She must look like an idiot. Not the perfect first impression that her professors wanted her to have. They had spent so much time making sure her clothing, the light blue uniform she was wearing, and her makeup had been done again. All those things she did were of no use, she had already made a fool of herself. She sighed and walked away, following directions of the professor. They were to go to the Great Hall now, which was what the English people are calling their salle a manger, or dining room.

She closed her eyes for a second, and reminded herself what she was doing there. Callista Aloria was there to remind everyone how good Beauxbatons is, bring pride to her school by putting her name in the Goblet of Fire, and impress everyone with her dancing skills. She had been taught how to ball dance at home, but there had been some lessons at school, so none of the students would be an embarrassment to everyone during the Ball. That reminded her that she needed a date for the ball. She hasn't found anyone yet, so she’ll probably have to go with someone from the other schools. She was sure she could find someone.

Tiffany smiled to herself as the carriage slowed to a stop. She now had a full view of the castle, and oh, what a marvelous castle it was! It was tall and looked like something straight from one of the Muggle fairytales that the teachers would read in her old Muggle school. But it was 100 times better, because it was real and tangible and where she would be residing for a few days.
Tiffany tapped her chin and whispered to herself as she stepped up near another girl, "I wonder how interesting the kids there will be." She glanced down at her People Notebook and held it to her chest. She would have so many entries after this! So much more people to know and learn about. This was heaven!
As Tiffany approached the castle, she thought about the requests of her tante when she was preparing to leave. It was a list, so she couldn't remember all of what she had said, but she did remember five main ones- 'respect the teachers, do not mention death randomly or you'll freak people out, ask people for help if you're lost, make new friends, and do not mess around with boys. '
Tiffany did not bother to tell her that she was not interested with 'messing around' with anyone. This was school, not The Bachelorette, an American show that her old Muggle classmates sometimes watched. And although the ball would be an interesting time to observe people, she was not interested in dancing with people. She could just dance with her stuffed bunny, which her aunt had brought her. She had named it Jacques Rosegates, and he was a better dancer than any of the students combined.
"Tu devrais garder ce lapin dans ton sac à dos," You should keep that bunny in your backpack, her aunt had told her the first time she'd gotten it- when she was arriving at Beauxbatons for her first year. "Les enfants ne sont pas gentils avec les peluches." Kids aren't kind about stuffed animals.
"Okay," Tiffany had said, "I will."
But that was a lie. Tiffany had successfully disobeyed her aunt's word, carrying the rabbit everywhere she went. Surprisingly, no one cared, which was one reason why she loved her wizard school better than the Muggle ones she'd went to. They minded their own business. Hopefully it stayed that way.

WC - 231
Hex - #433687

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Castor followed her gaze to look at the Abraxan horses. "Did you know that their hair can be used in potion making?" she asked.

Gemima oohed in amazement. "No, I didn't!" Interesting! Maybe she could pluck a few and see what she could brew up herself? That would certainly be an exciting challenge! But I'm not sure that I'm actually allowed near them...

Unfortunately, Gem's potion schemes were interrupted as Castor kept speaking. Her friend seemed hesitant about exploring the castle and possibly meeting new people. That was understandable, though.
Gemima gave her a comforting smile. "Don't worry! We won't do anything that you're not comfortable with." This was a rather overwhelming situation as it was.

Just then, a new voice caught her attention. Gem turned around to see the Beauxbatons girl from earlier standing in front of them."Bonjour, River! Je suis... enchanté également." Hello, nice to meet you too. she said carefully.
She glanced at Castor briefly, for reassurance. She'd been practising her second language over the last few months as well, but it was still quite difficult to come up with the right words sometimes. Especially now, when her shyness was starting to take over. Hopefully, it came across as polite.

Gem sighed and switched to English for her own convenience. She looked between the two girls curiously. "I'm Gemima Sable," she said, more confident this time. "But, uh, my friends call me Gem."

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@Edme Achillian, @Clair Fernandez

Roleplaying as Castor Alarie Beauxbatons

French English

The other girls comfort was nice for Castor to hear, the small reassurance that the French girl wouldn't be held to anything. But still, she knew there were things she had to do and things she didn't, and finding those things would be the first step towards succeeding in this place.

Castor found herself more interested in the other Beauxbatons girl far more than she had intended, mainly due to Gemima's intrigue. The name was on the tip of her tongue, though Castor didn't take much time in figuring out the different names of her classmates.

"Hello." Castor spoke quietly, her fluent French apparent even in one word. She folded her hands at her waist. At Gemima's French, Castor nodded back to her, a smile tugging at her lips.

Gemima introduced herself, and Castor presumed that was her turn to do the same. Before mirroring the other girl, she hesitated. She would see this girl again in school, and probably quite frequently over the next many years to come. Would this be creating some kind of friendship she didn't want to hold out? Her mother would be horribly displeased to find her contemplating it. The French girl would be reminded once again that it was two hands around ones neck, and friendship wasn't worth that.

Standing up straighter, she nodded sharply. "I am Castor Alarie. A pleasure to be of acquaintance." She stuck to her formal tongue, an expressionless look on her face, lips a thin line as she spoke.

WC: 263

Interacting with: @Clair Fernandez
Mentioning: @Gemima Sable