I'm only here so Winnie can come. I do not have anything of weight to add.

February 12th 2025
Speech: #cfa120
Thoughts: Italics
Mentioning: @Scout Fu-Hai

“Come on, come on!” Emily said excitedly. She had Casey following her quickly, her hand tightly holding his as the two of them made their way to the tea party organised by the staff. A few groans and grumbles coming from Casey reached her ears, all of which she gleefully ignored. A little time together would do him good. Emily noticed that he was a little more reserved about taking part in events this time round. She couldn’t blame him, not after the Hogsmeade bombing. She assured him ever since leaving their cabin that she would stick close to him. Safety in numbers, as it were. And if she alone wasn't enough, Casey could lean on Scout, now that they were buddies and all.

After taking Casey on a run around of the Beauxbatons garden with her, scrutinising and admiring every flower and vine that decorated the campus like a frantic tourist (more so than any normal tourist), Emily finally dragged Casey into the dining room where other guests were already in attendance for the tea party.

The pair of them stood and looked around the room. Food was stretched out across the tables, leaving no one short of options with the selection laid out for the guests. Music that neither of them had heard before filled the gaps of silence in the room.

“Let’s sit over there!” Emily said, pulling Casey with her. She brushed off another one of his remarks as they made their way over before sitting down at a table on the far end of the room, finally letting go of him. She watched as Casey sat down with her, sitting on the opposite chair and facing her.

“Jesus…”. Emily watched Casey rub his hand. “You’ve got a helluva grip. But why weren’t you draggin’ Scout with us? You guys are best friends right?” he asked her.

Emily shrugged. “I figured Scout would want to try and patch things up with Zyair first. Those two are as close as you and I are,” she answered him. “I’m sure she misses his company, even if she won’t admit it”.

Emily smiled hopefully at him. “But we’ll save a spot for both of them. We all have a lot of catching up to do!”

She looked at the snackies on the table behind Casey. “So! What should we try first?”

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Stats: Stamina: 7| Evasion: 6| Strength: 6| Wisdom: 8| Arcane Power: 7| Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Non-Human Enthusiast |Cat's Grace

Roleplaying as Casey Stone from Ilvermorny

February 12th 2025
Speech: Bold #257379
Thoughts: Bold Italics
Mentioning: @Scout Fu-Hai and Cursa McCoire @Colin McCoire

“Emily! Would you-- Hey-- I’m gonna trip over ya if you don’t let go!”

Casey had his eyes on the ground as he tried to avoid knocking into the back of Emily’s heels as she pulled him along across the castle grounds. He was already nearly out of breath after the second lap around the garden where Emily had pulled and yanked him to look at every flower bed and vine decorating the school garden.

Looking behind him, he could just about see the cabin before it disappeared completely from his view. He knew Emily expressed interest in wanting to go to this tea party thingy. He was going for her rather than himself, having been put off by the vast majority of other events after nearly getting blown up whilst travelling to Hogwarts before Christmas. But he knew he was in safe company, being with her, Scout and their cabin mates. Even Cursa seemed like a face he could colour in good faith.

He nearly fell on top of her when they stopped in the middle of the Beauxbatons dining room. While Emily’s face was of pure excitement and wonder, Casey’s was nonchalant, though he did appreciate the effort gone into the whole affair. More or less.

“It’s a bit overly flowery in here, don’t ya think?” he asked. Emily’s answer never came when Casey felt her tug his arm again. He stumbled as she led him over to a vacant table. Casey whinged.

“For crissakes, Em. At least warn me before ya go pullin’ on my arm like that!”

He sighed when she at long last let go of him. He collapsed in the chair opposite her when they both sat down.

“Jesus… You’ve got a helluva grip. But why weren’t you draggin’ Scout with us? You guys are best friends right?”

“I figured Scout would want to try and patch things up with Zyair first. Those two are as close as you and I are,” Emily responded.

Casey nodded. He could get it. He remembered the drama Scout threw at him when they had their chat after the Autumn Ball. She liked Zyair. Zyair liked her. It was understandable that she might want to go see him first before she’d join them here in the dining room.

“Well, just try and tone down the hyperactive excitement until she gets here. I doubt she'd find it any easier to keep up with ya than I did if you keep runnin' around”.

“So! What should we try first?”

“Not sure. But I’ll go look. I know what you like”.

He got up from the table and perused the snacks along the table nearby. He knew Emily like chocolate and nutty things. He’d look out for things like that. One would never think given his moody exterior, but he did try to impress when it came to his buddies.

With Emily being his closest version of a "best friend", he would always be at her side. That would never change.

He settled on a chocolate looking cupcake. He knew that'd make her happy.

"Sweet".

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Stats: Stamina: 8 | Strength: 7 | Evasion: 7 | Wisdom: 6 | Arc Power: 6 | Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Fearless| Poison Resistance

@Meyra Lancaster, @Minnie Duke, @Tracey Bailey, @Kim Sato

OOC: Tracey, if this is going to be perceived as horribly rude and not a silly gag from a silly boy, please give me the chance to change it. I just thought it was funny!

Mentioning Gellert Schroeder (@Tristan Theramin)

Roleplaying as Maximilien de Fostoncy [x]
English | French

So, Beauxbatons was finally being the host for once. Maxi thrust his hands into his pockets and wandered down the hallways, nodding at those exhilarated faces he was acquainted with, all hyped by the once-in-a-blue-moon event. It sounded a little cliché to spend Valentine’s in France, but he guessed that was the spirit, and Maxi definitely wasn’t going to complain. In fact, his footsteps were light, and his waves were enthusiastic—okay, to be frank, who wasn’t in a Valentine’s in France?

Earlier that day, when he descended the eastern tower and strode into the gardens, Maxi almost immediately sensed the holiday in the air. Madame de la Croix-Valmer really knew her thing. He had ventured deeper into the lavish court, grinning at the sight of the Pegasus statue, then taken some time to admire the fountains and flowerbeds, before taking the path to the broom racing tower. Almost six years of school, and he was still madly in love with this place. And it was even prettier when it was festive.

By the time the foreign schools announced their arrival, he would already be in the dining hall with other local students. Honestly speaking, Maxi wasn’t really expecting a romantic encounter during the event—the exquisite cuisines, festive atmosphere, extraordinary art exhibition, and a few friendship opportunities were already exciting enough. Although apart from all these, there was indeed someone whom he was expecting to see. His summer camp friend Gellert Schroeder wrote about him coming along with his fellow Durmstrangs, and Maxi willingly opted to be his host. Well, he couldn’t really host him in his own dorms, and unfortunately Maxi liked it too much to move into a cabin, so it was more of a guide thing. Okay, so he’d show him the gardens, the maze, the gallery, and the Abraxan horses, which was a must-see and worth a sneak-in, oh and maybe the broom racing tower, from the outside—no, not the interior—Gellert would be an opponent on track, after all.

He eyed the table, delighted to see that a wide array of food and drinks were served. French cuisine was much better than what they had in Britain, in his opinion, and this was the time to give the foreign students who were so used to Hogwarts feasts a little French surprise. Speaking of Hogwarts, his cousin Lindsey seemed to have changed her mind on visiting him and their other cousins, cancelling her schedule at the last moment. He wasn’t sure what exactly caused her to adopt second thoughts, but she did sound distressed and bothered when she informed him of it, and that was very much unlike herself. Maxi sighed a little thinking of her—and Hogwarts. Oh, Hogwarts…

He half-closed his eyes, trying to get away from the mixed feelings he had about that school positioned on the Scottish Highlands. Shifting his focus back to the food, Maxi poured himself a cup of black tea and reached out for a macaron with raspberry filling, thoughtfully munching on it. The music started flowing in the background, tender humming easing him a little. As he sipped his tea, Maxi gazed attentively at the entrance, ready to catch Gellert’s attention (which meant waving frantically), attempting to intercept him as soon as he set his foot in the hall.

Open to interactions!

Reducio

Stats| Stamina 10, Evasion 14, Strength 6, Wisdom 15, Arcane Power 8, Accuracy 13
Abilities| Lovely Creature, Perfectionist I&II, Spell Spread, Non-Human Enthusiast, Wandmaker (Horned Serpent Horn)

Date: 12th Feb, 2025

Location: Beauxbatons

Mentions: @

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Speech -- Thoughts

Pam sighed in relief as the boy accepted Pam smiled at the two, accepting Mateo's outstretched hand in a shake. "It's nice to meet you." She said, "I'm Pamela Graham." She turned to Avery, and said with a laugh, "It's been a while right? It's good to see you again."

She glanced at the chocolate covered table in front of her, overcome with the desire to have another one. Was there a way for her to stuff her face without looking like she had been deprived of said delicacy? She shook her head, she was being silly. It was all thanks to her father that she had got it into her head that purple was a royal color.

Although, as far as she knew, it was true.

She sneaked another one of the gooey sweets from the table, popping it into her mouth deftly, before she asked Mateo, "Which school are you from?" She was decently sure he wasn't from Hogwarts. Atleast, Pam hoped he wasn't because it would be a little embarrassing to ask that question to someone who was supposed to go to the same school as her. She was pretty sure she had never met him before, but then again, she was not good at remembering faces.

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Action: Interacting with @Avery Gray and @Tracey Bailey
Sta:5 | Eva: 6 | Str:4 | Wis:7 | Arc: 7 | Acc:6
Special Abilities: Calming Presence
Outfit:

Reducio

Roleplaying as Hans Jenssen

Eyes snapping upwards to meet Astrid's at her arrival his instincts screamed at him for how unprepared he felt at the absolute force of nature a sheepish smile was quickly stretched into that usual confident grin. Ignoring the creeping heat on his cheeks “Hi Astrid! I'm doing...” flustered Hans began a search for words until he finally chose one out of haste, “I'm doing fantastic! I'm really glad you came.” Feeling the self-assured mask slip out of place he fixed it back and scolded at the damned thing to stay there as the compliment changed, “You look great.” The dress, after all, was hardly the centre of his attention as intent eyes stayed on her face.

Noticing Astrid's unwavering gaze on the sweet delights set out before them Hans returned the smile, “This looks so much better than whatever Hogswarts fed us, no?” Then he had been too overwhelmed in a mixture of shock and fear to think about food, but it was true that the bright colours at least looked more appealing than the dull wartime rations the Scottish school served as an interactive experience. Leaving the pink macaron Astrid had been eying to her he tried an arbitrarily picked one. The cookie was not a treat he commonly had, they were overly sweet and not to mention ridiculously expensive for the small size they came in. In short, after having one post-competition he found little interest in the crumbly, flavoured sugar, but whether out of courtesy or hopes that this one would taste better, he found himself biting down on it nonetheless.

Trying to suppress a cringe as he gulped it down it was beautiful how too much sugar now became the most of his worries. Laughing, he said, “I don't regret not having eaten these for most of my life.” To put it in the most Beuaxbatons-worthy, romantic words was that the fluttering in his heart would forever outweigh the sweetness in pastries.

Date: February 12th 2025

There was something of a shame in the way Nabi seemed to stiffen under the presence of new folk, especially when they were as friendly as Ruth. Still he wouldn't draw attention to it, many people, himself included, were terrible at interaction in larger groups and they had bonded over their shared invisible quality that had apparently disappeared for the evening.

From shooting glances from Aamon and the introduction of Ruth and her friend it seemed they were bound for socialisation tonight whether they wished it or not. Unlike the girl next to him Matthew positively lit up as Ruth came over, their friendship was one he most cherished for the simplicity and joy she brought every interaction. There was certainly never a dull moment between them but more than that they understood each other in a way most of the Hogwarts brood could never. He would never say she was a replacement for Rowan, that would hurt too much and be unfair to the radiant soul she was herself but occasionally it did feel that way.

The young snake couldn't help but supress a laugh into his fist as Nabi struggled to introduce herself so informally, but appreciated the effort nonetheless. Matthew couldn't say he recognised the boy that was with them but Park seemed to know his name before he introduced himself and being the curious chid he was paired with the thrill of the drama they had just shared he couldn't help but wonder how. "Me?! Enjoying myself I would never dream of doing such things without you Ruth. Don't suppose you've worked out where the greenhouses are yet!" Shooting her a wink as he spoke with a grin spreading through his whole body. It was most intriguing observing the heiress next to him try to make small talk and while he could easily help he was rather devilishly excited to watch her have to cope with Ruth's natural warmth alone.

Turning to the boy instead he exchanged his grin to a pleasant smile though the glint in his eyes still illuminated with mischief. "Hey man, I'm pretty sure we haven't met but my minds been a bit all over the place recently. I'm Matthew or Matt even Matty, whatever suits really, how do you know the girls?" Taking a small sip from his tea once more and managing to actually swallow this time though not without struggle for he was quite sure that out of the corner of her eye, Nabi was watching him to make sure he didn't have a second episode. It had taken great mental resistance to hold it in but the pair didn't need anyone else getting hold of Aamon's rumour mill.

Interacting with @Nabi Park, @Ruth Fairchild & @Janosch Dehoff