Giullare di Fiorescura PV Piérre Marchonné

5 October 2022

Busy working on the final touches of the Fall Ball of that year (October 8th), Piérre was by now rather used to threats. It was kind of funny at times, actually, just how angry people could get over little things.

Still, Fiorescura was something else altogether; Piérre usually let those that he had made victims of his pranks (circumstantial or otherwise) fade gracefully back into the background. However, it seemed as if the fiery Gryffindor girl was making an effort to retaliate the (relatively) harmless prank and the practically nonexistent and unnoteworthy detention that had subsequently come from it. Enough so that the boy received a note from her. Interesting...

Fiorescura,

"Devil's Spawn"? Dang, that's a nickname I haven't heard since Prima Elementare! Wow, what a throwback!

Did you get bit by that teacup? What was it like? Was it like a gentle love nip or is it more like getting pinched with needle-nose pliers? I've never owned one or used one before (on myself or others), so I can't really say... Whoever pulled that trick must really have it out for you! Seems like they were willing to spend the extra time and money for it, anyways. Money I can't really afford to spend, to be honest...

Then again, if so much as a prank reminds you of me, I must be doing something right for the school. Would you like a nice prank? I can see if I can remake the potion from last time. I really wanted to see what would happen if I threw a bunch of random things in a pot and made steps up along the way.

Please don't take my guts. I'm kinda attached to them and I would be really sad if they weren't safe and sound where they are supposed to be.

Ciao!

He wasn't going to elaborate more on the origins of that seeming insult, nor was he going to mention that for some strange reason the fifteenth major arcana kept popping up during his Divination classes more and more. It was the unit for the tarot studies, true, but it had been consistent. At least every other class and almost in every homework assignment pertaining to the subject. A strange omen, but seemingly unrelated to much of the boy's current life as of the writing of these letters.

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Fiorescura,

"Devil's Spawn"? Dang, that's a nickname I haven't heard since Prima Elementare! Wow, what a throwback!

Did you get bit by that teacup? What was it like? Was it like a gentle love nip or is it more like getting pinched with needle-nose pliers? I've never owned one or used one before (on myself or others), so I can't really say... Whoever pulled that trick must really have it out for you! Seems like they were willing to spend the extra time and money for it, anyways. Money I can't really afford to spend, to be honest...

Then again, if so much as a prank reminds you of me, I must be doing something right for the school. Would you like a nice prank? I can see if I can remake the potion from last time. I really wanted to see what would happen if I threw a bunch of random things in a pot and made steps up along the way.

Please don't take my guts. I'm kinda attached to them and I would be really sad if they weren't safe and sound where they are supposed to be.

Ciao!

It was clear Jester was an enigma she couldn't understand. Dark Bloom had always hated things she couldn't comprehend. He wasn't afraid, nor was he scared. He met her intimidation with wit and sass - making her simultaneously angry and confused. How did such an eccentric mind work, she wondered. And why did she bother, anyway? Dark Bloom had never been so fixated on a single individual before. Maybe it was because she'd declared Jester as her enemy. Or maybe it was the mysterious words he'd spoken on that faithful day that she hadn't been able to forget.

7 October 2022
Forbidden Forest
Hogwarts

Insufferable Prat,

Only an imbecile such as you would ever be proud of being a menace to society. Whenever I see rubbish, I am reminded of you. Perhaps the only way you would ever be significant in people's minds is pranking them like the careless, irresponsible buffoon you are.

Since you are in the mood to make jokes, why don't I give you something to really laugh about? You would look much better with an Instant Scalping Hex. If you dare to recreate what happened in the common room, I might just leave you bald with a Tail-Growing Hex for good measure. Let's see if you would still jest then.

The threat to your precious hair and dignity,

R. Miller

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Insufferable Prat,

Only an imbecile such as you would ever be proud of being a menace to society. Whenever I see rubbish, I am reminded of you. Perhaps the only way you would ever be significant in people's minds is pranking them like the careless, irresponsible buffoon you are.

Since you are in the mood to make jokes, why don't I give you something to really laugh about? You would look much better with an Instant Scalping Hex. If you dare to recreate what happened in the common room, I might just leave you bald with a Tail-Growing Hex for good measure. Let's see if you would still jest then.

The biggest threat to your precious hair and dignity,

R. Miller

Evening of 8 October 2022
Niffler Nook

Piérre chuckled to himself as he shook his head at the letter. After tipping his head for a moment, he spun the parchment between his fingers and glanced towards his sleeping feline. Still dressed in his Beetlejuice cosplay and covered in all kinds of muck and grime from the events of that evening, Piérre really was–for once in his life–quite speechless. He had much to consider from that point on, and Regina’s letter was but one of those things.

He had no doubt in his mind that the almost woman was more than capable of doing exactly what she threatened to him… but at the same time the boy either simply didn’t have enough energy to care or otherwise simply wasn’t afraid enough to dread the fate that she claimed to have in store for him. Most magic, just like most things in this life, tended to be quite temporary; beyond the acts that one could make in life, magic was additionally extraordinarily temporary. Regardless, the boy had a response. He always seemed to have a response, didn’t he?

Bella Fiorescura,

Menaces seek to destroy or otherwise to damage the people in a society. This is a very different thing from being a person who dares to challenge it and to realize that there are in fact quite visible flaws in the fabric of the constructed world that does so much in attempts to protect its people. I do not always want to poke these flaws in pursuit of actively changing them, for one voice can only do so much against a maelstrom… but I can try to help others spot the crack that leads to the crumbling that could result in total collapse.

Are you familiar with the role of the court jester in much of medieval history? A king always kept a court jester, but in addition to providing entertainment the jester had certain rights that no other member of the court possessed. Called the Jester’s Privilege, only the Jester carried the sole right to embarrass or make fun of the king directly before him in response to matters of policy or foolishness in battle. In extreme cases, if there was a situation severe enough to merit the wrath of the king, nobles would request the court jester to break the news to the king via prank or gaffe because they knew that the fool would be immune to the political tides that would normally result in imprisonment or execution for a court noble. Only the jester was truly immune from politics, only the jester had no stance, and only the jester could safely speak for the people if their voices needed to be heard.

But, just because they carried a title, the Jester was not above his own people. They were subjected to their own courses of gaffe just as much as they subjected others to theirs. Therefore, I am just as much a subject of a prank as anyone else can be. If you want to scalp me or grow me a tail (which to be honest I think having a tail would be a lot of fun, especially if I can move it independently like a cat or something), then it is certainly within your rights to metaphorically ‘give me a taste of my own medicine’. I’ve gotten away with so much in life… perhaps it is time for karma to come and claim her dues.

Whenever you deem it the time to claim your just rewards, find me and take it. I’ve got nothing left to lose, and I accepted that fact long ago. Perhaps there is something left for you… perhaps I can help you find it.

Arrivederci,

After spending this letter via Figaro himself, Piérre waited for a while for one in return, for an ambush in his common room, or some other reply from Fiorescura. But it would never come. A few months later, he would be paired up with the girl for the sake of a duel against Hufflepuff…

Though there was so much still to be discovered and understood about the dark flower… it seemed that it would never be. Piérre would try to watch her from the sidelines, try to observe… but just as much as he was elusive from the rest of the school, it seemed that Fiorescura could be just as elusive if not more.

As if she had suddenly vanished into thin air.

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Bella Fiorescura,

Menaces seek to destroy or otherwise to damage the people in a society. This is a very different thing from being a person who dares to challenge it and to realize that there are in fact quite visible flaws in the fabric of the constructed world that does so much in attempts to protect its people. I do not always want to poke these flaws in pursuit of actively changing them, for one voice can only do so much against a maelstrom… but I can try to help others spot the crack that leads to the crumbling that could result in total collapse.

Are you familiar with the role of the court jester in much of medieval history? A king always kept a court jester, but in addition to providing entertainment the jester had certain rights that no other member of the court possessed. Called the Jester’s Privilege, only the Jester carried the sole right to embarrass or make fun of the king directly before him in response to matters of policy or foolishness in battle. In extreme cases, if there was a situation severe enough to merit the wrath of the king, nobles would request the court jester to break the news to the king via prank or gaffe because they knew that the fool would be immune to the political tides that would normally result in imprisonment or execution for a court noble. Only the jester was truly immune from politics, only the jester had no stance, and only the jester could safely speak for the people if their voices needed to be heard.

But, just because they carried a title, the Jester was not above his own people. They were subjected to their own courses of gaffe just as much as they subjected others to theirs. Therefore, I am just as much a subject of a prank as anyone else can be. If you want to scalp me or grow me a tail (which to be honest I think having a tail would be a lot of fun, especially if I can move it independently like a cat or something), then it is certainly within your rights to metaphorically ‘give me a taste of my own medicine’. I’ve gotten away with so much in life… perhaps it is time for karma to come and claim her dues.

Whenever you deem it the time to claim your just rewards, find me and take it. I’ve got nothing left to lose, and I accepted that fact long ago. Perhaps there is something left for you… perhaps I can help you find it.

Arrivederci,