Piercing Stare PV Lucian Mornstern CLOSED

OOC Note: Sorry if there are any mistakes in here, I'm pretty tired xD

“Yes! Brilliant idea!” Lucian laughed, a low smirk plastered across his lips. Beatrice smiled as well, imagining what Edward would say. “‘ere you are, mate. Cane. Hopefully you can start walking through doorways and not into them,” Lucian mimicked handing Beatrice a cane and she laughed, acting as if she was taking it and trying to mimick the face expression Edward would most likely have. It was a big toothy grin, although Beatrice was obviously missing that gap and her perfectly white teeth were super straight, almost unnatural. In all honesty, it somehow didn't look like Edward adorable smile at all. It just looked like Beatrice's usual pretty smile, a little bigger than usual. “Merry christmas!” Lucian added before drifting off into his thoughts.

»I think he'd like that.« Beatrice said with a grin. Lucian seemed to have stopped Imagining Edwards surprised (but most likely happy) face and snapped back into reality, starting to talk and ask Beatrice about her Christmas break. “What are your plans for the holidays anyway? I am going to my Grandfather's for some of the holiday and then hopefully Ree and I will be exploring the muggle world!" Beatrice felt a pinch of jealousy while Lucian talked. Not because he was going to his grandfather and Beatrice missed her own, or because him and Irina were obviously close but because they were going to investigate the muggle world. Beatrice always used to do that with her Grandfather when she was little, but then he passed away.

»That sounds Fun! Well, the thing with Irina. I don't know about your Grandfather 'cause I don't know him. I hope you have fun with both.» She said with a smile before getting to what he had asked. She noticed that Lucian wasn't fully listening to her but continued talking. »And uh, uhm, well, my Family is throwing this Ball. The Dupont Ball. They do it every year around Christmas. I think it's the 25th this year. Other than this I don't really have any plans.« Beatrice took a sip of her tea, remembering an important detail. »Oh! Edward is coming tho! Well, at least I hope he is. I still have to convince my parents. I'm honestly not sure how that will work tho because.. uh.. you know.. my Family's all about pure blood.« she got quieter in the end, looking away from Lucian and biting her lip while pictures of how this could go ran through her head. However Beatrice's couldn't think about that nerv wrecking thought long because Lucian started talking again.

"Yeah. Holidays. Anything fun? I will no doubt have to attend or be a host at a party when at Grandads!" Beatrice lifted up her eyebrows knowingly, chuckling under her breath while facing down. She looked back up, wondering if Lucian had heard anything she said.

»Uhm, I already said this,« Beatrice chuckled at Lucian as he apologized, blushing and adjusting his glasses. Why didn't she notice the glasses before? »but my Family is throwing this Ball they throw every year and Edward might be coming.« she heard Lucians comment about protective gear and smirked while continuing to talk. »Other than that I don't really have anything planned. Although my Parents might drag me to some other Party while my Siblings get to stay at home.«

“Sucks to be you! And really great for them,” Lucian laughed, pointing at her before his attitude changed a little. »Yeah well,« Beatrice sat up a little, stretching her back. »They only have to attend our Ball for now 'cause they're still pretty young.« Beatrice leaned back before remembering that there wasn't anything she could rest her back on. She quickly leaned back forward again so she wouldn't make a fool of herself and fall. Lucian was already at the point where he almost laughed and looked a little disappointed when Beatrice saved herself.

"Aw damn," he muttered under his breath and Beatrice was ready to box his arm but she remembered where she was and what her parents taught her before she could even move. "Well, I am sure Baxter would have some choice few words laced in jealously for your siblings if they ever met," Baxter? Beatrice didn't know that Lucian had siblings and she was a tiny bit surprised. Well to be fair, she didn't really know anything about him. They had just met about half an hour ago.

»Baxter huh? You're brother?« Beatrice lifted up an eyebrow in amusement as Lucian started leaning closer again.

"Oh yeah, you mentioned that you may be going to balls over Christmas, if you have the privilege of being invited then you should receive an owl soon, Beatrice's features dropped as he leaned back again. A pained expression plastered itself across her face.

»If I have the privilege? I'd rather stay at home and read a book, do you know how many party's I will have to attend before the year ends? And then probably another for new years eve.« Beatrice closed her eyes, a soft displeased groan leaving her lips. Of course Beatrice didn't mean that in a mean way or to offend Lucian, she just didn't want to have to go to more balls or party's. »There will be so many dress-« Lucian interrupted her suddenly and not very quietly, she opened her eyes in surprise and looked up at him as he said "Vanilla!" way to loud. Lots of people turned around and looked at the two Slytherin first years. One in a royal blue suit that certainly catched attention and the other in a green sweater, drowning in the sea of green that was surrounding her. However that particular first year still somehow stood out with the oje wearing the suit.

»How did you smell that from over there? Incroyable.« The sudden change of Language wasn't unusual for Beatrice because she often talked to her Mother in french, wrote french letters to family members or talked to these Family members but it had never happened at Hogwarts. She fell quiet for a few seconds, surprised with herself and if Lucian had really smelled her shampoo.

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@Lucian Mornstern

German: #3c071b English: #38571a Mother: #ff8648 Father: #ff7676 Grandad: #263e0f Brother:#4b7c6d

“If I have the privilege? I'd rather stay at home and read a book, do you know how many party's I will have to attend before the year ends? And then probably another for new years eve,” I winced as Beatrice closed her eyes, a soft groan leaving her lips.

“Sorry, I was only playing!” I told her with a small smile. “I don’t particularly like some of them either!”

“There will be so many dress-,” that’s when I suddenly got the smell! Why in Merlin's balls did that take so long?

“Vanilla!” loads of people turned around and looked at the us.

“How did you smell that from over there?” I blushed and stammered for a response.

“I- I just have a really good sense of smell!” I replied sheepishly, trying to resist the urge to rake a hand through my hair. I couldn't tell her, not when we were getting on so well. No. Beatrice Dupont would not find out about my other side today.

"Incroyable,” was that French? Beatrice was then quite for a while as she looked to be in her own world.

"Are you going to tell me what that means?" I asked with a teasing smile again, "I know English and German but not French!" I liked Beatrice, she is pretty cool. I’m glad she mistook me for someone because if she didn’t we wouldn’t have started talking.

“So, whats your family like?” I asked, loosening my tie quite a lot and undoing my top button. Merlin, I needed to dress more comfortably for stuff like this.

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@Lucian Mornstern

OOC Note: I'm so so sorry for this incredibly bad reply, you really don't have to read this since it's just to finish up this thread. Sorry, this is actually awful but my brain won't produce anything better right now.

“Sorry, I was only playing!” A small smile played on his lips. “I don’t particularly like some of them either!” Beatrice watched him in an understanding way, her eyes laid on his. She went on to talk about the dresses when Lucian suddenly basically yelled the word vanilla. She almost knocked over her cup as she flinched back a little, grabbing it so it wouldn't fall. A few people turned to them and Beatrice gave some an uncomfortable smile. Then she turned back to Lucian. A small laugh escaped her. »How did you smell that from over there? Incroyable.Unbelievable.« she laughed. »This smell is in fact Vanilla. It's uh, this shampoo, I always use it.« she demonstratively held up a loose strand of her dark hair. She watched as Lucian blushed and searched for a response. Her eyebrows went up in a teasing, for some people maybe rude, way. “I- I just have a really good sense of smell!” she nodded, taking another bite of her food before deciding to talk again. »Do you now? Lucian Mornstern, that is a surprise indeed. I like your hair by the way, should have known you aren't Edward with that purple looking hair of yours.« she grinned a little.

"Are you going to tell me what that means?" he asked, a teasing smile spreading across his lips as a witty one pulled onto Beatrice's own lips. "I know English and German but not French!" That took her by surprise? German? She also knew that a little, which probably was the fault of some Family that lived in Germany and loved talking. A lot. »Oh yeah, sorry.« a look of a silent apology spread across Beatrice's features. »It just means Unbelievable.« she laughed. »My Mum is French and I have a lot of French family.« she said, »My Father went to Beauxbatons as well because his parents wanted him to study abroad. Oh! And I also know some German because of a couple family members. I'm definitely not fluent tho. They just like to talk a lot.« she trailed off. Beatrice took another bite of her food, dinner was almost over.
“So, whats your family like?” His question made her puff out a breath. She pulled up her shoulders, her face scrunching up in an attempt to express the right emotions and say the right things. »Uh, I don't know.« she trailed off again. »I guess they are alright?« that sounded more like a question. Suddenly she was in a hurry to leave. She ate a few more bites, drinking up her water after. »Uhm, you know what, I still have to some homework left to do. Bye!« Beatrice said and before anyone could realize, Beatrice was up on her feet and hurrying out of the great hall. She definitely could have managed this a lot better but now she felt extremely awkward, walking down the halls.

Beatrice leaves thread — Thread finished (Side note: we talked about this OOC, I'm not just randomly saying this haha)