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Name: Jannette Applebottom
Date: Late Afternoon/Evening | December 25th, 2022
Location: The Dupont Manor
Outfit: Jannette Ballbottom

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Pouting, stubbornness, and crossed arms are probably the best way to describe Jannette Honey Applebottom on her way over to the Duponts. “Why do I ‘ave t’go to dis stupid ball? Oi wannah be a’ Hogwar’s with moi frien’s!”¹ Jannette whined as the Sleigh would take them over to the Dupont Manor. While Jannette acted more humbly among her friends at Hogwarts, with her family she was a completely different person. Instead of being her usually cheery, naive, and goofy self, Jannette was typically very spoiled, obnoxious, and self-centered around her Family. But besides that, today is an important day for The Applebottom family as the Family was invited to the Dupont Ball, by the famous Duponts. “I don’t want to hear it, I allowed you to be with your friends for a bit during Christmas,” Jannette's Mother snaps back at her, “Now, look at me for a second and let me see your lips,” Jannette makes a whiny sound, and begrudgingly puckers her lips as her mother would squeeze her cheeks with one hand and apply red lipstick on her daughter with the other. “You need to look at least presentable for the Ball.”

Presentable was a little bit of an understatement for how Jannette looked. The brunette wore a long sleeve red dress, white tights, red flats, red apple earrings, and even red painted nails. Oh, the countless complaints Jannette gave to her mother about her wearing red; didn’t her Mother understand that she’s in Slytherin, and why does she have to wear red anyways? It’s a stupid color! Though even after all that nagging (and her mom almost breaking a blood vessel) the two finally made it to the Manor.

Getting off the Sleigh, Jannette’s mother “Did you write the letter to Beatrice?” Jannette’s mother looks at Jannette sternly, as the woman would take the red envelope out of her clutch, “Yehs...” Jannette responds, “Did you write her name correctly, first and last.” Her mother said. Jannette would groan, “Yehss…”, Her mother continue, as the two walked up the steps, “Jannette I’m serious did you write her -” As her mother was about to finish, Jannette would cut her off, “YEHHHS MOM, OI WRO’E ‘ER NAME CORRECTLLLLLLLYYYY!”² She’d squawk in a childish manner, a little too loudly causing a small scene as different eyes would look at the two.

Ooooh, this little shit is gonna get it.

“Listen, Young Lady.” Her mother would grab Jannette by the arm like a child who didn’t get the toy they wanted from the store, “This is VERY important for both me and your Father. And I will not have you embarrassin’ us in front of everyone! Now – stop actin’ like a baby or all those toys you got from Santa, will be sent back. Do you understand?!” Jannette’s Mother's tone was quiet yet matter-of-factly, her face completely serious but before she could get an answer from her spoiled Daughter, an old family friend came up behind her Mother, “Joy?~” The woman said, in a cheery tune, “Sarah?!~” Her Mother responded back, turning her heel, the once serious face she gave her daughter would instantly vanish and a fake, pearly white smile appears on her face, “♫ OOooOOooooh you look so lovely!~ ‘Ow have you been!?~♫” Jannette's Mom gasps with glee, as the two would exchange laughs and the o’l traditional la bise cheek kisses.

As the two women would talk for a bit outside. Jannette would focus her eyes on the huge manor in front of her. The Manor was big, maybe even bigger than her place…! Which is pretty impressive. Jannette knew very little of Dupont's finances, but one thing was for sure, They. Were. rich! like… really rich. With a frustrated grunt and her face as red as an apple; the brunette would feel a lump in her throat as she tries to hold in not crying after her mother's scolding. But after a few minutes of waiting, which felt like hours, the three of them would finally make it up the steps.

Entering the Dupont manor was like a huge maze. People were everywhere, and I mean… everywhere. The place echoed laughter and talked about God knows what. “Jannette, honey.” Her mother's tone was sweet as if the two did not just argue 5 minutes ago, “Make sure you give this to your friend,” Her mother would hand Jannette the envelope. “While you do that, I’m going to find Dad ‘n Jeanne –” Jannette's mom scoffs for a moment, looking through the room. Her mom was feeling a little bad for her father having to deal with Jeanne, the youngest of the Applebottom family, who was probably hugging her father's leg right now. “Oh ‘n Jannette –” Her mom takes a deep breath, before looking down to see her Daughter who was now subsequently gone from her side. “Oh Merlin, I need a drink…”

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Finally free from her Mothers grasp, Jannette began her quest to find Beatrice Dupont. I mean she’s seen her face like… a bajillion times! How hard can it be? Well, 10 minutes have gone by, and still no Beatrice Dupont, and the worst part is she’s only searched 8 percent of the Manor.

“‘Ave yew seen Beatrice Dupon’?”³

“No...”

“‘Ave yew seen Beahtrice Dupon’?”

“No…”

Then after the third try, Jannette got some info. With someone saying that she may be in the Ballroom and pointing in the direction of where it was! After some time, and going through random corridors, brushing past people as she said constantly, “'xcuse me,” and “Sorreh,” to even “Parhdon meh…” The sounds of loud chatter from the guest of the Dupont Manor was typical, rumors of what Pureblooded families are doing, how the kids are, and whatever political things that are going on with SCARAB. The brunette somehow by the luck, made her way to the Ballroom.

Jannette's eyes would scan around the Ballroom. The scenery was beautiful! Though it didn’t take long for the Brunette to find the target for her quest! I mean it was obviously Beatrice, her whole outfit literally screamed Slytherin! And there was also someone else talking to her. Perfect! Moving through the edges of the Ballroom, Jannette made herself over to the refreshments table, as she was surprisingly still focused on the mission at hand. Getting closer to the two, Jannette taps Beatrice on the shoulder from behind.

“Heyyy uhhm –” Jannette pauses between the two, her emerald green eyes flashing in front of the hues of Beatrice's eyes. “Beahtrice, righ’?” She said awkwardly. Really Jannette? ‘Beatrice, right?’ A nice touch at the end there. I mean, Jannette would have to be living under a rock not to know who Beatrice Dupont was. Throughout her four months of being at Hogwarts, Jannette knew very little of her Slytherin housemate. The two of them never really ‘talked’ before, well – wait… no, maybe except for that one time where Jannette asked Beatrice if she could borrow one of her quills in DADA, or was that someone else?

Anyways…

“Oi’m Jannette boiy dah way – OH…!”⁴ She’d declare before taking out the envelope with a red wax seal of an apple and putting it nearly inches away from Beatrices’ face. “Moi mum wan’ed me t’wri’e yah some’in’... Soooo… you can read i’ la’ah – ‘er, wheneva. Personally,”⁵ She’d lower her tone to just a murmur, “Oi like teh read ‘em all a’ once especially dah ones dah ’ave Galleons in ‘em.”⁶ Jannette says as she’d push a strand of hair behind her ear. “Woaaahhh–” Her eyes would glow in excitement, as she’d get closer to the Dupont girl, her eyes scanning the green dress. “I’z dah yer dress?!”⁷ Come on Jannette, it’s obvious it’s Beatrices’ dress... she’s literally wearing it! “I’z Soooo pre’y!~ Can oi touch i’?! ♪ PleeeAAaaase?! Pre’y pleEeeeEaaaSssseeEee with ‘n Apple on top?!~ ♪”⁸ The brunette pleads. not even waiting for an answer, Jannette attempts to press her paws on the shoulder fabrics of the Beatrices’ dress. (One of these days this girl is gonna get hexed.) “I’s so poka-do’ie…!”⁹ She mutters with a hint of jealousy, “I’ mus’ah cos’ ‘n arm ‘n a leg?! Where’d yah ge’ i’ from?! Gladrags?”¹⁰ She’d shake her head, “Ooooh, OoooooOooh, no... i' 'ad t'be from Malkins, HMmmmm, HMmMMmmm?!”¹¹

Of all the things you could’ve done Jannette this is probably not your best first impression…

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1. “Why do I have to go to this stupid ball? I want to be at Hogwarts with my friends!"
2. “YESSSS MOM, I WROTE HER NAME CORRECTLLLLLLLYYYY!”
3. “Have you seen Beatrice Dupont?”
4. “I'm Jannette by the way – OH…!”
5. “My mom wanted me to write you something... Sooo -- you can read it later or whenever. Personally,”
6. “I like to read them all at once, especially the [Christmas letters] that have Galleons in them.”
7. “Is that your dress?!”
8. “It's Soooo pretty!~ Can I touch it?! ♪ PleeeAAaaase?! Pretty pleEeeeEaaaSssseeEee with an Apple on top?!~ ♪”
9. “Its so pokadottie…!”
10. “It must have cost an arm and a leg?! Where’d you get it from?! Gladrags?”
11. “Ooooh, OoooooOooh, no... it has to be from Malkins, HMmmmm, HMmMMmmm?!”

Interacting
@Beatrice Dupont

Date: 25th of December

Time: Late Afternoon/Evening

Location: Dupont Family Manor

Outfit

Henry gave Beatrice a glass of Lemonade that he had been holding before, looking down at his little Cousin. Beatrice loved spending time with Henry so she was very displeased when she felt someone tap her shoulder. Beatrice turned her head, facing a girl that looked familiar. She was wearing a red dress and Beatrice could even make out some red lipstick. The girl asked if her name was Beatrice in a rather awkward way. Beatrice put on a smile, now fully turning around.

»Yes, that's me. And you are..?« she looked the other girl up and down, trying to remember if she had seen that girl before. Her face reminded her of someone, but...who? Jannette introduced herself as Jannette, obviously, and started taking out a red envelope. Beatrice had a sinking feeling that she knew what was about to come. She always got envelopes with Galleons from her Parents friends and their kids sometimes made little things to give her. Jannette held the envelope very close to Beatrice's face and started talking. Beatrice took it very gently out of Jannettes hands and squeezed a quick »Thank you Jannette.« in there, before the other girl resumed to talking. She went from the envelope to what she likes to do with these letters and suddenly jumped over to Beatrice's dress.

“Woaaahhh–” Jannette started getting closer to Beatrice and her first instinct was to step back, but instead Beatrice stood there like a rock, her eyes widening as she let Jannette touch the arms of her dress. The girl proceeded to ask Beatrice where she had gotten it from and something around the lines "how much did it cost"? Beatrice's eyes went wider, if that was even possible, as Jannette continued to talk. Once she was done, Beatrice cleared her throat, taking a small unnoticeable step back.

»Thank you Jannette, that is very nice of you! Your dress is also very pretty, I like your Family Color!« Beatrice smiled at Jannette and pushed a stray of her thick dark hair back. Usually it would have been seen as disrespectful if someone asked how much something costs or where something was from. -Pureblood families were very.. uh.. peculiar.. when it came to their tailors and stuff involving money.- Beatrice leaned her head a little closer to Jannette so she was closer to her ear. »My Mother had the dress made for me, she knows this Tailor from France and let's him make almost everything. Very talented wizard.« she leaned back once she finished her sentence. Jannette had probably smelled a strong sent of Vanilla when Beatrice was closer, at Balls and Party's like this, one always had to smell good. And look your best!

Beatrice gave one of the staff members that had been hired a wave and he immediately started walking over. He was carrying a plate with several little sweets and Beatrice had a feeling that Jannette would like them. When he stopped next to her, Beatrice gave him a smile before turning her head back to Jannette. »Would you like some sweet appetizers?« when she turned to see if Henry was still there, she found him a few meters away, caught in a conversation with her Grandfather. Poor sucker.

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Interacting with: @Jannette Applebottom / - Open to Interactions

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Dora's dress:

Isadora is used to spending Christmas at strangers' homes by now. It's arguably the most coveted day of the year to host a party, and those families that do fight tooth and nail to capture the most attendees. If seen as a competition, which it certainly is, the Dupont's are winning. Dora's grandmother hardly hesitated in sending an RSVP, and other than a small gift exchange this morning, her family spent most of the day preparing for the event.

Dora wears her grandmother's gift to her: A newly tailored dress. Like most clothes she's given, it seems more like one of her grandmother's dresses repurposed. The invitation said to wear the family colors, and her grandmother is the family. It's fitted uncomfortably around her neck and waist, with a skirt snaking around her like a boa constrictor.

Arriving at the ball, Dora follows protocol. Let Grandmother lead, don't speak unless spoken to, curtsy respectfully when introduced, and generally don't get in the way. They linger there in the Entrance Hall for some time, some acquaintances of her grandmother and uncle approaching to converse.

"Ramona, you look as lovely as ever."

"You as well, dear." Grandmother replies. "I haven't seen you since..."

Dora's spies her cousin Bradley peal off to escape the boring niceties and find his friends. She might do the same if she had any friends to speak of. Her Uncle Harris is engaged in a debate about the Ministry's economic policies, one his converser seems much more invested in. Her grandmother is speaking well of Bradley, how he'll be attending Hogwarts in a year.

"Isadora started this year, right? Is she upholding the Everridge tradition of being sorted into Slytherin?"

Even as stock-still as she'd been standing before, Dora feels as if she's suddenly frozen. Her eyes dart to her grandmother's face. It appears unchanged, with just the slightest tightening of the mouth.

"Hufflepuff, actually." Uncle Harris interjects, and offers a polite smile to the inquirer. "The Everridge's have always been hard workers, after all."

Dora's surprised. Her uncle had never shown any support for her sorting before. Is he saying it to save face, or does he mean it?

"Yes, well." Her grandmother smiles, one much cooler than Harris's, "Bradley has always been the more ambitious of the two. He'll be a serpent yet." Then Grandmother shoots her a quick look that Dora has learned to decipher. A look that says to make yourself scarce.

Tenderly lifting her skirt hem, Dora walks forward through the dining hall and onward, hoping to find a quiet place to hide away for a while. Her blind search leads her instead to a ballroom lit by candle chandeliers. Partners waltz in one area, others stand idly by, watching or chatting or sipping on their refreshments. Dora senses a few eyes on her as she enters, and she inwardly shrinks, wondering what they might be thinking about her. She tries taking a breath to ease her nerves, then moves to stand near a display of flowers by the wall. The bouquets don't hide her much, but at least she doesn't feel as naked when she ducks behind these petals.

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@Beatrice Dupont @Jannette Applebottom

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Mother: #ff8648
Father: #ff7676
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Brother: #4b7c6d

Clothes

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I looked very different than I did at school, very formal. My tie was immaculate, hair was jelled to curtains much to my chagrin. Mother said that if I was going to colour it then she would decide how I have it. "Not even an owl!" she had exclaimed angrily when I arrived to hers for the first time at winter break. I sighed and helped Baxter down from the sleigh, oh well, I could always mess up my hair later when I wasn't near them. Mother grabbed Baxter's wrist so he wouldn't walk off, not that Baxter would do that anyways, he is such a wuss. Bet we looked like right prats. My jaw was clenched, head held high, shoulders back and my hair making me look like an even bigger PRAT.

"Mum, why did make me do this!" I complained, reaching to ruffle my hair. She pushed my arm away and glared, she wasn't in the best of moods. Hasn't been all holiday really. "Sorry mother," I ended up saying. When we walked inside I saw Baxter's eyes open wide in amazement.

"Mummy! Look at the TREE!" Baxter exclaimed loudly, trying to run to it. Mummy? The kid was 9! Sadly (and hilariously) his wrist was still in the clutches of the Wicked Witch of the Winter Break and he didn't get very far. "Lemme goooo!" he begged. I glared at Baxter.

"Stop whining you baby! We have just got here!" I snapped, my eyes glaring at him while my body language didn't change, I had been to so many balls - mainly with Grandfather - so it is basically conditioned to try and be respectful in a mass setting when I didn't know anyone. I needed to keep our family image and Baxter was ruining it. "Mother, can I go find my friends please?" I asked in a soft and calm tone.

"Soon," she said firmly, Merlin, what was her issue with me? I clenched my jaw again as I tried not to kick up a fuss, she was grinding on my gears. This place was massive, there were quite a few people she and Father could mingle with on their own and leave me to find my friends. I have no idea who would even be here apart form Bea. I looked at Father for help but he didn't reply. Oh when she is mad then everyone sort of does what she saves to save their ears from her yelling. Not even her angel is free from her wrath.

Instead I nodded and internally begged someone to come and save me!

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@Lucian Mornstern @Beatrice Dupont @Jannette Applebottom

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Vanilla, Apples, and everything nice! Even with Jannette's rather... interesting antics, it seemed like her weirdness didn't scare away Beatrice. Maybe this wasn't gonna be so bad after all.

“Thank you Jannette, that is very nice of you! Your dress is also very pretty, I like your Family Color!”

Jannette moves a few paces back and sways left to right. She’d look at her dress for a moment, then back up to Beatrice. “Really?! You t’ink my dress is pretty?!”¹ While Jannette enjoyed the family's color, red (in fact it was her favorite color), that all changed after being in Slytherin. Now she loves green, silver, and snakes! (Well maybe not the snake part.) “Personally I wouldah begged fer my mum t’ave me wear uh green dress loike you, but NOooOOooooo…”² Jannette would then get pouty, “Insteahd, moi mum was lihke…”³ she'd then wave her finger in front Beatrice, as she’d imitate horribly how her mother sounds, her voice cracking with each word, “YaH cAn’ WeAr GrEen JaNnetTe I’z nO’ ApAr’ o’ DaH fAmILy tRaDiTion…!”⁴ Jannette always thought those following family traditions were dumb. I mean it made sense from her perspective, especially with what happened last year with the Applebottoms went to a Pureblooded family's party with their old traditional attire. To make a long story short, let's just say they were the laughingstock of the party.

“My Mother had the dress made for me, she knows this Tailor from France and let's him make almost everything. Very talented wizard.”

France. A beautiful place! Just by looking at the dress, it had to be a famous Wizarding Designer with one of those fancy one-word names that made the dress cost so much! “FRANCE?! Dahs loike… dah wizarding fashion place o’ dah world! Did you know dat? I read i’ on Witches Weekly!”⁵ She’d continue to inspect the girl's dress eying it like it was some kind of art piece, “Aye ‘es super talen’ed, i’ mus’ah cos’ loike 100 bajillion galleons ‘er some’in’!”⁶ As Jannette was talking, the Dupont girl waved her hand, and a ball staff appeared with a platter full of delicious treats.

“Would you like some sweet appetizers?”

Is this what the muggle described as what Heaven is like? The brunette looks to Beatrice, it’s like she knew what Jannette liked. “Uuuhhh -- YEAH!!! I's loike yah read moi mind Beatrice. Been starvin’ dah whole sleigh roide 'ere!”⁷ She said, returning the smile back at Beatrice. Her green eyes began to wander around the assortment of appetizers. “Woaaahhh yer family realleh is rich!”⁸ She blurted out, it was the first thing that came to mind, and it made Jannette a little jealous. “Leeets see oi’ll take dis one,”⁹ She’d take the cupcake with green frosting, with green and red sprinkles, “AAnnnnnNNnndddDDdd –” Her voice would drown on, there were so many different assortments of treats it was just so difficult to choose…It was like Jannette was in a candy factory! “♬ OoooOoooh ♬ oi’ll take dah one too!~ ”¹⁰ She’d then take the gingerbread witch and take a bite out of it as she spoke, “Thank ya-” just as she was about to finish, a familiar voice came from behind her.

"Jannette"

Jannette began to turn around quickly, she’d still nonchalantly chew on her treat like a camel. “MHhhMm? – Ooowwhh!” She exclaimed in surprise, as bits of gingerbread spat from her mouth. “Thorn –” She’d pause, looking at Thorns dress, “yah look so cu'e!~” She said, as she’d wipe her crumby hands on her own red dress, “Le’ me guess, is this dress from France too?!” laughing, Jannette looked over to Beatrice, “Beatrice, Bea – oi can call yah Bea, righ'?”¹¹ Jannette tilted her head, clearing her throat, “Bea t’is Thorn – Thorn t’is is Bea, ‘er well, Beatrice Dupon'.”12 She emphasized, looking to Thorn as she’d take a bite of her cupcake. After they talked for a bit, Thorn excuses herself, as Jannette returns the wave before giving a slide glance back to Beatrice. “Anyways… ‘ow was yer Winter Break, did Santa ge’ everythin' yah wan'ed fer Chris’mas?!”¹³

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1. “Really?! You think my dress is pretty?!”
2. “Personally I would've begged for my mum to have me wear a green dress like you, but NOooOOooooo…”
3. “Instead, my mum was like…”
4. “You cant wear green Jannette it's not apart of the family tradition!”
5. “FRANCE?! That's like… the wizarding fashion place of the world! Did you know that? I read it on Witches Weekly!”
6. “Aye he's super talented, it must have cost like 100 bajillion galleons or something!”
7. Uuuhhh -- YEAH!!! It's like you read my mind, Beatrice. Been starving the whole sleigh ride here!”
8. “Woaaahhh you family really is rich!”
9. “Leeets see I’ll take this one,”
10. “♬ OoooOoooh ♬ i’ll take that one too!~ ”
11. “Beatrice, Bea – I can call you Bea, right?”
12. “Bea this Thorn – Thorn this is Bea, or... well, Beatrice Dupont.”
13. “Anyways… how was your Winter Break, did Santa get yah everything you wanted for Christmas?!”

Interacting
@Beatrice Dupont
@Thorn Cullen

Date: 25th of December

Time: Late Afternoon/Evening

Location: Dupont Family Manor

Outfit

Red was a really nice color and Jannette looked awesome in it. However, she didn't seem to fully believe that herself. Beatrice's eyes followed Jannette's finger as the other girl swayed it closely in front of Beatrice's face. Her eyes opened a little wider as she listened to Jannette imitating her own Mother. Beatrice had to bite her lip so she wouldn't start laughing. She certainly didn't want to disrespect Jannettes Mother. Her own Mother had expressed her fondness of the Applebottom Family before the ball and that she hoped they'd actually come. It had taken Beatrice a little while to figure out what Family Jannette belonged to, but when she saw more people in red talking to her Parents, she immediately knew.

Beatrice leaned her head a little closer to Jannette so she was closer to her ear. Money and designers we're very important to most Pureblood families and no one wanted their designers stolen. Beatrice decided to tell Jannette the "secret" of her dress regardless of that. She felt like she could trust this energetic girl and had a feeling that Jannette wouldn't go running around and telling everyone where Beatrice's dress had been made. »My Mother had the dress made for me, she knows this Tailor from France and let's him make almost everything. Very talented wizard.« she leaned back once she finished her sentence.

“FRANCE?! Dahs loike… dah wizarding fashion place o’ dah world! Did you know dat? I read i’ on Witches Weekly!” Beatrice had to admit that she had a little trouble understanding Jannette's thick accent at some points but she smiled regardless, just nodding at her comment about Witches Weekly. While continuing to let Jannette talk, Beatrice gave one of the staff members that had been hired a wave and he immediately started walking over.

»Would you like some sweet appetizers?« Beatrice asked once Jannette had finished talking and the man had arrived next to them.

“Uuuhhh -- YEAH!!! I's loike yah read moi mind Beatrice. Been starvin’ dah whole sleigh roide 'ere!” Jannette returned Beatrices smile but she didn't fully notice that because of a certain someone being gone when she turned to see if her Cousin was still there. She found him a few meters away, caught in a conversation with her Grandfather. Poor sucker. Beatrice turned back to Jannette, watching while the Applebottom girl started taking a couple things of the plate. Beatrice smiled at Jannette and took a sip of the Lemonade that Henry had given her.

“Thank ya-” Jannette started but was interrupted by someone calling her name. Beatrice turned in the same direction as Jannette, watching a girl in a big black dress walk over to them. Merlin, who was that? About 10 or more other Men were dressed in black suits of all kinds and they all entered the room at once, scattering through the crowd and blending in. Jannette had already been talking to the girl and Beatrice only turned her attention back to her when Jannette said her name.

“Beatrice, Bea – oi can call yah Bea, righ'?” Jannette said, only giving Beatrice time for a short »Sure, I guess.« before she continued to talk “Bea t’is Thorn – Thorn t’is is Bea, ‘er well, Beatrice Dupon'.” Jannette emphasized her name and Beatrice gave the other girl a smile. She hated smiling so much but she was taught to smile at these kind of things. Always look friendly and elegant Beatrice. Jannette and Thorn continued to talk for a bit while Beatrice's eyes followed a certain someone that she also knew. Lucian. Apparently Thorn or whatever her name was had excused herself and walked over to Lucian. Beatrice directed her attention back to Jannette.

“Anyways… ‘ow was yer Winter Break, did Santa ge’ everythin' yah wan'ed fer Chris’mas?!” Beatrice blinked a few times at Jannette's question. Santa? She had gotten a few expensive things from her parents but nothing in particular that she actually wanted. Only the necklace she was wearing, a matching family heirloom to her ring.

»Uhm yes. I really enjoyed coming home again and I got a few nice things. What about you? Anything nice from Santa?« Beatrice lied about the coming home thing and she didn't believe in this man called Santa but who was she to break that imagination of Jannette? As the other Girl started to talk, Beatrice gave Lucian a quick glance, catching his gaze. She gave him a smile and a small wave before looking back at Jannette.

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Interacting with: @Jannette Applebottom @Lucian Mornstern @Thorn Cullen - Open to Interactions