28 Nov 2020, 02:01
Fleurir et Taches
August 20, 2020
Interacting: @Nicholas McCowan
Mentioning: N/A
Nico's question reminded Jasmine that the name of the French wizardry school wasn't necessarily known to everyone. For all she knew, maybe some people wouldn't even be aware there was such a school in France. Indeed, not many had a father that would jokingly proclaim Beauxbâtons' superiority at any chance given, or start randomly talking in an obnoxious French accent to appear "charming" - in his own words. Reminding herself of it, the girl was almost jealous of Nico's blissful ignorance. How lucky.
She still went on to explain a bit more, if only to share a bit of knowledge. "Yeah it is. It's pretty much the same as Hogwarts but very... French. I heard the school was a palace with gardens and fountains, kind of like Versailles if you know what it is, but it might have been my dad showing off, I'm not sure." She wouldn't be surprised if it was true, though, as the whole idea just seemed like something French people would do. It made her curious about what Hogwarts would look like. It probably wouldn't be a palace with gardens and fountains, but she was sure it'd be just as grand and interesting.
She thought about it a bit as her eyes scanned the shelves, in search of a copy of the Book of Spells. Hogwarts probably wouldn't be a replica of the Palace of Versailles, but she sure hoped the library would be better organized than this place. Really, how did they expect you to find anything in here? The girl felt like she had seen at least a hundred books, and yet none was the one she was looking for. Couldn't they have indications on the shelves or walls or something? Her first time around had been easier, but she realized now it might just have been luck.
Intending to check if her companion had any more chance than her, Jasmine looked up just soon enough to see his neck snap. Surprised, she froze as she saw him take a book off a shelf with what you could call enthusiasm, before shooting a triumphant smile at her. As she noticed the tome in his hand was indeed the same as the one she was holding, her eyes lit up and she responded to his grin with her own. "Victory!" she laughed. It seemed they wouldn't die of old age before finding that book, thankfully.
Going by Nico's words, they would also live to see a copy of Magical Theory. Her smile widened. "Oh that's great! We can begin to look for it then." But wait... she paused. Did he say on a pile? Shuddering, the girl looked at the numerous piles of volumes on the ground. She had noticed them upon coming into the store, but had hoped they consisted only of unimportant books that didn't earn a place on the already very full shelves. And yet, her textbook was apart of those monstrously disorganized piles... The idea was depressing.
At least they had two pairs of eyes to go through this ordeal, and Jasmine silently thanked her small height for allowing her to meet Nico. Had she been alone, she probably would have been dispirited after some time of fruitless searching. Thus, it was reassuring to know she had company.
Jasmine looked up at him, pensive. "By the way, are your parents wizards?" Her question might have seemed out of the blue, but she was reminded of a few things she had been curious about but didn't or couldn't ask. She thought, if the two of them had to endlessly search for their school supplies, getting to know him was a great way to pass the time.
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8 Dec 2020, 09:51
Fleurir et Taches
20 August 2020
Interacting with @Jasmine Cassel
Nicholas nodded as Jasmine explained that the French wizarding school was similar to Versailles, ashamed to admit that he had never even heard of the place. Although the description of it as a palace with gardens did paint a vivid picture in his mind, not too dissimilar to the stories that his father had told of the Hogwarts school grounds. A palace was a type of castle after all, was it not? And Nicholas supposed that gardens and grounds surely couldn’t be too different, although where the French were involved it was almost certain that the gardens were significantly more beautiful. The idea of grand figures made of hedges and endless flower gardens played on his mind for a small amount of time before he turned his mind to the task at hand.
That task, of course, being the discovery of the remaining textbooks. He had been fortunate enough to find the Book of Spells without an overabundance of effort, although he supposed that may have been more luck than skill. Surely there was some kind of trick to navigating the labyrinth masquerading as a bookstore. But whatever the code or strategy was, it was entirely alien to Nicholas, and he found himself staring in despair at the piles upon piles of unsorted books.
The sigh that escaped his lips was more audible than he intended it to be, but it summarised his feelings of the search so far succinctly. Maybe studying at Hogwarts would be a cakewalk compared to whatever monster dreamt up this ordeal to find school supplies.
Even semi-defeated, the boy found himself crouched over a pile of books. Most of which seemed to be novellas of some sort, the kind of junk that his uncle read and insisted was historical study. Nicholas was by no means clever as far as the history of magic and medieval Scotland went, but he was pretty sure that King Macbeth didn’t use forbidden black magics to raise Atlantis from the North Sea.
Thankfully, Jasmine’s conversation kept him sane from the constant searching and flashbacks to entirely awkward conversations with his extended family.
“Aye,” He stated, his accent coming on thicker due to his focus on looking through yet another pile of books, at least there were nonfiction titles sorted amongst these, “they met at Hogwarts actually, and they never well shut up about it.”
A fourth year divination textbook fell to the wayside as Nicholas accidentally destabilised the almost-tower that he was searching through.
“Actually come to think of it most of my family never shut up about Hogwarts,” Nicholas continued, “especially my muggle nan, keeps talking about the absolute shock she got one day when she learnt magic and all its sorts was real, and how proud of punch she was of my mum.” The boy let out a wry chuckle at his own memory.
“I take it your family are wizards too?” Nicholas asked the question back, the fact that Jasmine’s father, at least, was a wizard made him feel relatively confident in the guess.
Nicholas found himself moving rather awkwardly as he slowly lowered himself up and down to read the spines of the books that had been piled upon one-another. Truly, if he hadn’t met Jasmine, he’d either be dead of boredom or frustration. Perhaps some combination of the pair. But the company was pleasant and, all in all, he found himself enjoying himself despite the tedium of the search.
Interacting with @Jasmine Cassel
Nicholas nodded as Jasmine explained that the French wizarding school was similar to Versailles, ashamed to admit that he had never even heard of the place. Although the description of it as a palace with gardens did paint a vivid picture in his mind, not too dissimilar to the stories that his father had told of the Hogwarts school grounds. A palace was a type of castle after all, was it not? And Nicholas supposed that gardens and grounds surely couldn’t be too different, although where the French were involved it was almost certain that the gardens were significantly more beautiful. The idea of grand figures made of hedges and endless flower gardens played on his mind for a small amount of time before he turned his mind to the task at hand.
That task, of course, being the discovery of the remaining textbooks. He had been fortunate enough to find the Book of Spells without an overabundance of effort, although he supposed that may have been more luck than skill. Surely there was some kind of trick to navigating the labyrinth masquerading as a bookstore. But whatever the code or strategy was, it was entirely alien to Nicholas, and he found himself staring in despair at the piles upon piles of unsorted books.
The sigh that escaped his lips was more audible than he intended it to be, but it summarised his feelings of the search so far succinctly. Maybe studying at Hogwarts would be a cakewalk compared to whatever monster dreamt up this ordeal to find school supplies.
Even semi-defeated, the boy found himself crouched over a pile of books. Most of which seemed to be novellas of some sort, the kind of junk that his uncle read and insisted was historical study. Nicholas was by no means clever as far as the history of magic and medieval Scotland went, but he was pretty sure that King Macbeth didn’t use forbidden black magics to raise Atlantis from the North Sea.
Thankfully, Jasmine’s conversation kept him sane from the constant searching and flashbacks to entirely awkward conversations with his extended family.
“Aye,” He stated, his accent coming on thicker due to his focus on looking through yet another pile of books, at least there were nonfiction titles sorted amongst these, “they met at Hogwarts actually, and they never well shut up about it.”
A fourth year divination textbook fell to the wayside as Nicholas accidentally destabilised the almost-tower that he was searching through.
“Actually come to think of it most of my family never shut up about Hogwarts,” Nicholas continued, “especially my muggle nan, keeps talking about the absolute shock she got one day when she learnt magic and all its sorts was real, and how proud of punch she was of my mum.” The boy let out a wry chuckle at his own memory.
“I take it your family are wizards too?” Nicholas asked the question back, the fact that Jasmine’s father, at least, was a wizard made him feel relatively confident in the guess.
Nicholas found himself moving rather awkwardly as he slowly lowered himself up and down to read the spines of the books that had been piled upon one-another. Truly, if he hadn’t met Jasmine, he’d either be dead of boredom or frustration. Perhaps some combination of the pair. But the company was pleasant and, all in all, he found himself enjoying himself despite the tedium of the search.
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2 Jan 2021, 01:27
Fleurir et Taches
August 20, 2020
Interacting: @Nicholas McCowan
Mentioning: N/A
Jasmine had a hard time focusing on her search for the infamous Magical Theory among the dreadful piles of books, more invested in listening to Nico. Thinking about it, she really liked the way he sounded, though it might have been his accent working its charm. He didn't sound like a Londonian, yet his words were still understandable, unlike the few Scottish people the girl had come across, leaving her puzzled over what their earlier conversation was about. It felt refreshing, especially as someone who had never gone far from London, if not for a few holidays. A smile on her face, she thought she'd definitely ask him about it later.
The girl was half-heartedly going through a small pile full of historical books with dubious titles, as she listened to Nico talk about his grandmother. She chuckled, reminded of her own grandfather when he used to tell her about the time he discovered his ex-wife, Jasmine's grandmother, was a witch, and how shocked he was the first time he saw her father, a child then, burn a sock in a fit of rage.
It seemed Nico's family was very proud of their time spent at Hogwarts, which left her wondering if she'd be the same later on. Of course, the girl felt thrilled at the idea of studying there and discovering the many mysteries she'd been curious about, but when she thought about it, her mother didn't talk all that much about the wizarding school. She was curious which side of the coin she'd fall under.
"Yep, very much wizards, though we live with the Muggle side of my dad's family so I can't say I've really had the wizard experience if there's one." She absentmindedly read the back of a book that held a promising title. "They don't talk much about Hogwarts or Beauxbâtons, to be honest, unless my dad wants to enter a competition over which school is better. The funny thing is my parents didn't even know the other was a wizard when they met! My dad had a bit of a shock when my mom revealed she was one before their marriage. They talk about their fated encounter at least five times a year, I almost feel like I was there." The girl chuckled at the thought, before heading for the pile next to the one she'd been investigating.
"Did your parents tell you about what it was like in Hogwarts then? I heard the students were put in houses based on their personality or something like that." She had an okay grasp of the different houses, as her mother had vaguely told her about it a few times, along with the fact that she herself was a Ravenclaw. That was about as much as she knew, though. Thus, she could only wait for when she'd be home to read Hogwarts, A History and learn more.
Her gaze lingered on a particular spine that caught her attention. She wasn't sure what it read because of the intricate letters, but thought it might be the one she'd been looking for since it seemed she recognized the letters "Ma". Maybe her eyes were getting tired of searching. "By the way I intended to ask, but where are you from? Is it Ireland?" There was an Irish boy in her class two years ago who talked in a very similar way, enough for her to feel pretty confident in her guess, but she wanted to make sure lest she makes a fool of herself.
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9 Jan 2021, 08:29
Fleurir et Taches
20 August 2020
Interacting with @Jasmine Cassel
Nicholas was truthfully quite surprised by the fact that Jasmine's parents hadn't met, both as wizards, without realising that the other was also a wizard. It was the kind of story that felt like something almost out of a novel and he couldn't picture his own parents in such a situation. While they argued nearly every moment of the day, and he was sure that there were times that they threatened to fall out of love, there were just as many moments where they waxed poetic about their first loves, of course being each other. Magic had always been what had united them, a shared passion and experience with the mystic at school and then into the real world had shaped their relationship and their family. It seemed that even in other wizard-born families, differences were abound.
Especially considering that the girl lived with the muggle-side of her family. Nicholas wasn't distant from his muggle relatives, in fact he frequently saw his nan and pa as they came bearing all sorts of treats and new and intriguing muggle toys. But the life they lived always seemed distant, as if somehow foreign despite the fact they lived not 20 kilometres away.
It seemed that there somewhat different home lives lead to easy conversation, as queries flowed naturally. Jasmine, for one, was curious as to the houses in Hogwarts. Her mother didn't seem to talk much about her school days, where Nicholas's mother constantly gushed when questioned on it.
"Yeah, houses are based on personality traits," Nicholas answered, while his eyes scanned in a desperate attempt to locate any of the remaining books on their joint list, "Ravenclaw are smart, Gryffindor are brave, Hufflepuff are hard-working, and Slytherin are ambitious."
He pulled a spine back, only to be met with some odd kind of romance novel obviously aimed at teenage witches.
"My ma was a Hufflepuff and pa was a Gryffindor," Nicholas turned to her, needing a break from staring at coloured spines, "but I don't particularly think I'll be in either?" He paused as if thinking before shrugging, "Who knows, they say the hat knows you better than you after all."
He hadn't put much thought into what house he'd be in, but he'd always assumed it'd be Slytherin or some such, like his grandfather.
As he mulled the thought over he turned back towards searching through the shelves, his eyes failing to find anything remotely resembling a first year text book. As he looked, and grew increasingly frustrated, Jasmine asked another question, namely, where he was from.
"Belfast," He answered rather simply, "In Northern Ireland."
He didn't elaborate further, purely because he didn't know anything other than his mother had told him not to. Something about muggle troubles.
"How about you?" He asked, "Where are you from?"
He was curious, after all if she had a parent who had gone to a French school, what was to say that she hadn't just moved from France or Belgium or somewhere like that. He wished he could pick her accent better, but truth be told, he struggled with telling the difference between accents of anyone south of Newcastle, even the thick Yorkshire tongue melded with the neat Oxford pronunciation in his mind.
With the question asked, his attention returned to overlooking the books, desperate for something, but with no such luck.
Interacting with @Jasmine Cassel
Nicholas was truthfully quite surprised by the fact that Jasmine's parents hadn't met, both as wizards, without realising that the other was also a wizard. It was the kind of story that felt like something almost out of a novel and he couldn't picture his own parents in such a situation. While they argued nearly every moment of the day, and he was sure that there were times that they threatened to fall out of love, there were just as many moments where they waxed poetic about their first loves, of course being each other. Magic had always been what had united them, a shared passion and experience with the mystic at school and then into the real world had shaped their relationship and their family. It seemed that even in other wizard-born families, differences were abound.
Especially considering that the girl lived with the muggle-side of her family. Nicholas wasn't distant from his muggle relatives, in fact he frequently saw his nan and pa as they came bearing all sorts of treats and new and intriguing muggle toys. But the life they lived always seemed distant, as if somehow foreign despite the fact they lived not 20 kilometres away.
It seemed that there somewhat different home lives lead to easy conversation, as queries flowed naturally. Jasmine, for one, was curious as to the houses in Hogwarts. Her mother didn't seem to talk much about her school days, where Nicholas's mother constantly gushed when questioned on it.
"Yeah, houses are based on personality traits," Nicholas answered, while his eyes scanned in a desperate attempt to locate any of the remaining books on their joint list, "Ravenclaw are smart, Gryffindor are brave, Hufflepuff are hard-working, and Slytherin are ambitious."
He pulled a spine back, only to be met with some odd kind of romance novel obviously aimed at teenage witches.
"My ma was a Hufflepuff and pa was a Gryffindor," Nicholas turned to her, needing a break from staring at coloured spines, "but I don't particularly think I'll be in either?" He paused as if thinking before shrugging, "Who knows, they say the hat knows you better than you after all."
He hadn't put much thought into what house he'd be in, but he'd always assumed it'd be Slytherin or some such, like his grandfather.
As he mulled the thought over he turned back towards searching through the shelves, his eyes failing to find anything remotely resembling a first year text book. As he looked, and grew increasingly frustrated, Jasmine asked another question, namely, where he was from.
"Belfast," He answered rather simply, "In Northern Ireland."
He didn't elaborate further, purely because he didn't know anything other than his mother had told him not to. Something about muggle troubles.
"How about you?" He asked, "Where are you from?"
He was curious, after all if she had a parent who had gone to a French school, what was to say that she hadn't just moved from France or Belgium or somewhere like that. He wished he could pick her accent better, but truth be told, he struggled with telling the difference between accents of anyone south of Newcastle, even the thick Yorkshire tongue melded with the neat Oxford pronunciation in his mind.
With the question asked, his attention returned to overlooking the books, desperate for something, but with no such luck.
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