German | British | Sadie | Georg | Bax | Malakai

DATE Sunday, Dec 24th. 2023 OUTFIT Here

WC 436/200 HAIR In photo

MENTIONING • @Fang Hui-Ying • • @Wren Mornstern •

INTERACTING • N/A

The Mornsterns had been at Adrian’s house for 2 hours now; they were helping him set up for the Christmas dinner they had planned. It was only close family that were coming, so himself, his parents, Lucian’s two brothers and his sister (much to Adrian’s displeasure, but it was they go or none of us go) and then the twins along with Lucian’s aunt and uncle.

Small gathering of family. Lucian… could wait. He didn’t want to see his so-called cousin (Klaus) and he was too drained to interact with Alaric. The werewolf looked out the window in apprehension, it was close to a full moon as well meaning he was already grouchy and achy. Klaus was probably going to have a field day.

“Lucian, stop slacking!” came the firm, Germanic accented voice of his grandfather. The boy sighed and got into creating his nightmare, knowing that in the next hour or so they would be arriving. “I want this to look perfect,” he stated.

Luci shared a look with Baxter and pulled a face causing the blond boy to giggle. Lu didn’t know where Malakai was, he had slinked away with their mum as soon as they arrived. Something about being in a new place? Wren was around here too somewhere. He folded the last napkin and placed it on the plate, “Are we done yet?” he asked the elder man. “Why can’t Klaus and Alaric help?”

“I want it done before they’re all here,” he replied, “They’ve come a long way, boy. Long way,” Lucian stared at him when he turned around. What? They’re using the floo network! More like he didn’t want Alaric screwing things up or Klaus complaining.

“And you won’t let the house elves do it because…” he asked.

Adrian tutted, “Because they will obviously do it wrong Michael!”

“Lucian,” he couldn’t help but correct. He was fed up living in someone else’s shadow! Someone he didn’t actually meet. Adrian sent him a death glare and pottered into a different room. Sometimes, Lucian didn’t understand why he was the ‘golden grandson’ because he was treated second best a lot of the time. Was it just that grandad had higher expectations of him? He held him on such a high pedestal and referred to him as someone he looked up to in the hopes Luci would grow up to be the same type of man as the OG Michael.

Baxter pulled at his arm, “You okay Lulu?” he asked quietly. He never felt comfortable at the Wesley's mansion and Lucian didn’t blame him. He nodded before moving alway. This room was done.

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ENGLISH ┊ "words'
THOUGHTS ┊ "words"
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Wren sat pouting in her room she wasn't thrilled about the choice of dress the Mornstern's had picked out for her, floor length dresses weren't exactly what she like but she decide that she would do it just this once. She threw on the dress and put on a tad bit of make up nearly tripping over her dress multiple times on her way downstairs. She could hear chattering coming from the dining hall and she stopped to peak in as she was already bored. She saw to people setting the table bigger man and her half-brother. She hadn't really talked to him but could get the sense that he didn't really like her. That was okay though cause she much preferred her older brother Benjamin to him. Man she hadn't seen him in ages and deeply missed him. She snapped back to reality when the older man said "Lucian, stop slacking". She giggled at this before speaking up "Yeah, Lucian stop slacking" she said before bursting into a fit of laughter. She turned around and skipped off to the kitchen before they even had time to glare at her. She entered the kitchen cheerfully, she was hungry after all and she could tell that dinner wasn't going to be for awhile. She looked around the kitchen to see if anyone was was watching before taking some rolls. She shoved two in her pocket before munching on one. She exited the kitchen and walked back to the dining hall to cause some more trouble before dinner.

English | German | Thoughts

Date: Sunday, Dec 24th, 2023

Outfit:

Reducio

Green flames danced around him before fade into nothingness. Klaus stepped forward, leaving the large, elegant fireplace in his grandfather's mansion along side his parents and his brother. The place matched everyone's dreams of grandeur and prestige, representing the power and sounding name of their family.

The boy looked around, taking in all the arrangements and decorations signalizing the festive season that would be celebrated that night. Henri Havertz was greeted by his father in a strong hand shake and Oriana smiled politely, slowly making a small bow, while Adrian formally touched his lips in her delicate hand in a welcoming gesture. "Hope the travel has not been stressful with the young boys." Adrian declared before turning his attention to his newly arrived grandsons. The old man landed his hands on top of the two boys sending a polite nod to each at the time, "Good to see you two. I can't wait to hear more about your achievements over the past few months. Your father keeps me informed but..." He sent a second longer look to Alaric, "I want to hear it all from you" he finished finding Klaus stare. "Of course grandfather" Klaus replied with a confident nod. A small smile, mocking some warmth into the old man's features, appeared while Adrian let go of the twins and turned around, "Henri, nice boys you have here. Please Mrs Havertz, if I may..." He said, offering his arm to her, "My son knows his way to the dinning room."

Klaus, followed his father's footsteps to the next room, he heard some movement declaring that someone was already there. Walking through the heavy dark wooden doors, his eyes swept the room with appreciation until they met those muddy brown ones of his cousin. Despite his feigning good manners and tailored clothing, Klaus knew what was festering inside Lucian Monstern, and that night, their family will know too. This thought alone made that particular gathering much more savoring than any event he had to attend in his life. A devious smile crossed his handsome face, when the thought of that future, precious moment crossed his mind.

Klaus' cold stare was slightly changed with an unusual spark that added more menace to his expression. Lucian knew, had to know, what had gone through his mind and the veiled threat laced beneath his smile. A smile that quickly disappeared as soon as the blonde's attention turned to who was next to the “prodigy” Mornstern. This surname that had become even more bitter in his mouth, with the presence of the new “additions” to the family. And taking on their grandfather's expression, Klaus got the impression he was not the only one.

After his parents greetings to the young Mornsterns now was time for Klaus to show politeness. His jaw clenching a little before speaking was the only indication of his dislike, "Lucian." he said shortly reaching a hand to greet him and turned to do the same to the youngest boy, "and Baxter." Next, his attention turned to the girl. She was dress elegantly and who looked at her would easily be deceived by her appearance. She looked presentable as expected, but as her brothers, she carried the stain of something that is irreversibly damaged in their roots. Klaus smiled politely, putting on his best intended mask, and reached his hand towards the brunette. If she accepted the gesture, he would bend down a little and gently touch the back of her hand, giving her a light kiss, mimicking his grandfather's greeting to his mother. Klaus was a gentleman, he would always behave according to his high standards. "Welcome. I suppose some introductions are in order." He stated with a tight smile, looking intently at Lucian and waiting for his cousin's answer.



Interacting with: @Wren Mornstern & @Lucian Mornstern

It was the day before Christmas and Alaric was excited! He was so excited that he even managed to ignore Klaus’s Klaus-ness for a whole week. His mood did damper a little as he remembered they were going to Grandad Wesley’s house for an early Christmas dinner. He hated going to dinners and houses he didn’t feel comfortable in; they get so boring as he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Nevertheless, he knew how he was expected to behave and while he wasn’t the best at showing apt Pureblood tradition, he knew that he should do his best in front of his grandfather. As the green flames that previously enveloped him dissipated, Alaric (and his family) came face to face with the ever-clean resident of their Großvater. Alaric rocked on his heels as he looked around the house, it looked nice. There was no way großvater did this by himself, or at all, and there was also slim chance he met the elves do it. This meant his cousin was here! Adrian took father in a strong handshake, a handshake between men, before taking mother’s hand like it was glass and pressing a ghostly kiss upon it.

Granddad made a comment on the travel and Alaric used his energy not to roll his eyes; why would they have trouble with Klaus? This was obviously a dig at him and my, it didn’t long did it? Adrian places his strong hands upon us with a nod. Alaric felt a fiery pit forming at the bottom of his stomach at grandads long lasting stare and he tried not to show his nervousness, shoving his hands in his pant pockets to dissuade anyone from spying his glistening hands. He wasn’t that unaccomplished! He had recently played a quidditch game for his school! Granted, they didn’t win the tournament but they were so close!

Klaus replied with perfection while Alaric elected to stay silent. He merely mocked Adrian behind his back as he turned to offer an arm to mother. Adrian brings out another side to Alaric. At least in the beginning; Alaric just can’t help himself. "I accomplished something this year," Alaric grumbled to himself as he followed their parents and grandfather. They walked further into the lifeless mansion and came face to face with the rugged figure he calls a cousin. "Lucian!" he greeted. Loudly. Lucian, however, seemed fixated on Klaus. He didn’t know they were friends?

Mother and father greeted Lucian and the other girl in the room, just leaving Klaus and Alaric to show their pleasantries. All this formal malarkey was boring— its family! It isn’t like this is one of those prestigious galas. Alaric grimaced and fidgeted in his suit, it was itchy. He hated them. Klaus greeted them first, shaking their hands. "Cousin," Alaric said to Lucian, shaking his hand firmly. He turned to Baxter. "Baxter," he barely touched his hand before dropping it. Imposter. There was also the girl in here. He doesn’t believe he has ever seen her before? She looked nice but, he knew that she wasn’t pure to the family. A look of both a shudder and disgust. Another thing damaging the bloodline. Still, both he and Klaus followed what was expected of them. Once Klaus was finished, Alaric reached for the girl, placing a gentle peck upon her hand should she allow it.

Klaus called for introductions and Alaric knew it was going to be a long night. He wished for dinner to come so he could leave, yet at the same time he hoped it never came for the enclosed feeling of being trapped on all sides by people. His mouth grew dry yet he daren’t open his mouth to ask for a drink. He would demand it of a house elf soon.

German | British | Sadie | Georg | Bax | Malakai

DATE Sunday, Dec 24th. 2023 OUTFIT Please click

WC 481/200 HAIR In photo

MENTIONING • @Fang Hui-Ying • • @Wren Mornstern •

INTERACTING • N/A

He rolled his eyes, "Oh shut up Wren!" he snapped, happy that Adrian just left to wait for the Havertz’. "The least you can do is help, try and be part of the family," he wanted to know where mother and father were, along with Malakai. They’re part of the family too and thus they should be aiding in getting this house ready. At this current point in time, Lucian couldn’t give a rats ass if Malakai struggled.

He was either part of this family or he wasn’t.

Lucian heard them before he saw them. Heard the almost military like footsteps just before the big doors opened and revealed his aunt, uncle and two cousins. Aunt Oriana being escorted by grandad. "Auntie, uncle. Hello," greeted Lucian, nodding to his family. His eyes then landed on Klaus. Lucian couldn’t focus on anything other than him. Background noise filtered out as he stared at the brown eyes of his cousin. His heart stopped. Klaus could make him do anything if he wanted to. He had so much weight over him a hippo couldn’t compete. Lucian’s entire reputation in the pureblood community. His families. Klaus’s expression was that of menacing glee, it made Lucian’s stomach do summersaults.

Nausea.

Klaus reached his hand out and Luci held back the flinch that was building up. There was slight hesitation as he took Niklaus’s hand in his own cold one. "Niklaus," Lu whispered, his voice cracking as his mouth went as dry as the desert. Niklaus turned his attention to little Baxter and Luci made a slight movement, a warning in his eye. He felt a surge of protection but alas, Klaus only shook his hand. Bet that killed him, he thought bitterly.

Next it was Alaric’s turn, by the looks of it he wasn’t fairing much better as well. As they shook hands it felt like two kelpies high-fiving. "Cousin," Lucian greeted in return. Alaric shook Baxter’s hand, his expression controlled (despite the fact they barely even touched before the younger twin deemed the handshake over) until his eyes lay upon Wren and a familiar expression ran across his face. Exact image of Adrian when he laid his own unforgiving eyes on his new sister. Lucian felt himself sigh internally, he knew that while Alaric was different from his family, he held the same beliefs. Well, kind of. He is in love with a half blood, Lucian thought wryly, he would never tell a soul though. It wasn’t his secret.

Lucian watched as his cousins greeted Wren, pressing their foul lips upon her hand. He knew that that killed Klaus. Kissing an un-pure hand. Yet, he had to, to keep up the act. The perfect gentleman. If was sickening. A tiny part of Luce wished he had warned Wren beforehand on his cousins, particularly Klaus, but he hasn’t found the energy to engage with her yet.

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ENGLISH ┊ "words'
THOUGHTS ┊ "words"
SONG FOR THE THREAD┊

Wren watched as people stepped out of the flames, she assumed this was the Havertz's. She didn't want to meet any new people, she had had enough of a hard time moving in with the Mornsterns. The family said their greetings and she kinda just stood their unamused. One of the boys held out his hand to her so she took and he kissed her hand?! She look down at her hand in shock and then other new boy followed suit. Her lip quivers and she looked down at her hand again in disgust. Something inside her snapped "OH MY GOD, GERMMMMMMMSSSSS!!!!!!" she screamed running around the table several times before accidentally tripping over her dress and face planted into Lucian. "Ow my face" she mumbled as she wobbled about trying to regain her balance and fell over backwards. Now she was just embarrassed she had ended up on the floor. She stood up and brushed herself off and looked Lucian straight in the eye and without breaking eye contact she reached into her pocket and pulled out one of the rolls she had stored in their earlier, she brushed it off. "Roll?" she asked holding out the roll to Lucian like some sort of peace offering.

English | German | Thoughts

Date: Sunday, Dec 24th, 2023

Outfit:

Reducio

It felt like Klaus was already winning and the show had yet to begin. Lucian took his hand, accepting the expected greetings, but his voice couldn't have sounded a better contrast to his own confident and strong tone, it sounded...delightfully weak. Weak, what a good way to describe him. Pathetic and fragile, like his position within their family. It was a shame really, the one who was supposed to be the example, the one who would be the prodigal heir, he was frightened by a mere threat that had not even been spoken. If that wasn't proof enough of his unfitting position, then his secret would finish the job as a very sharp and cold blade, cutting through the lies that had grown heavier in their family. Klaus smile turned colder and calculative, he would enjoy this, he would savor it, he would take delight in Adrian's reaction, when he finally would hear the truth about his beloved Michael. Klaus let his mind wrapped around the pleasure of that thought, not even caring if he had to play his part well, of a respectful, highly educated young man. Greeting those weeds of rotten seeds, was nothing, it was just another step, another perfectly thought move in the big game, his game.

So when Lucian couldn't begin introductions, being surprised as anyone else by the girl's reaction, Klaus just smiled. What could be described as very inappropriate behavior, was just helping him and his argument that the Mornsterns had become unfitting of their name. Seeing the girl screaming and running around like an untamed animal, was just proof enough of her savage nature. She didn't belonged there, she was another one to bring shame to the family and another piece that would be the cause of their downfall. Seeing her getting up after that disgraceful playthrough, Klaus passed one hand over the other as if he were cleaning it in a careless movement, as if it were a piece of insignificant dust, his smile never leaving his handsome features. "What a fascinating behavior, don't you think Adrian?" He heard his mother saying from behind him, in a calm, silky tone of voice, "Not a surprise...poor girl, must be difficult to adapt to civilization." She continued. Klaus turned slightly to look at the woman dressed in an elegant black dress, adorned with white stones on her collar, the sight was in it self intimidating and regal, "How's dear Sadie facing this? It must be...unbearable to have to look after her. Although...she seems to not care much about our standard does she?"she said with fake concern, her brown eyes, empty of kindness and full of malice were locked on the two Mornstern boys, but a graceful smile was displayed in her delicate face, intended to look polite, civilized and harmless, "It must be hard indeed..." she pointed softly. No doubt that last statement was made for the one with the dark hair and an even darker secret since she was looking at him like a predator looks at his prey. "Just in some days I suppose, or should I say nights?" Klaus asked turning to Lucian, "They say we all are influenced by the moon...just some are more than the others." Klaus replied, smiling at his mother. Seeing her almost unnoticed nod of approval he continued, "Don't you agree, Lucian?" He asked looking back at his cousin.


Interacting with: @Wren Mornstern & @Lucian Mornstern

Alaric watched this Wren make a mockery of herself as she reacted to our gesture. What the hell is wrong with her? Alaric glanced over at Klaus, a deep down on his face as he looked for how he reacted. "Brother, is she broken?" he asked Klaus quietly in Russian, watching as she stumbled around the room like some drunk harpy. "Whatever possessed her to blunder about like that?!" Alaric couldn’t help but laugh as she crashed into Lucian, falling to the floor in such a pathetic manner it seemed fitting to her character. "Kotzbrocken," he muttered in disgust.

He can’t believe his Tante Sadie actually took this thing under her broken and misguided tattered wings. Can’t believe his Onkle Georg would allow his wife to persuade him to such a dirty and sickening path to allow the unpure to breathe the same air as you. Housing the girl whom is a bastard child and conceived under the act of an affair? Dirty lustmolch! When he found out what his 'onkle' had done, Alaric was revolted to know his relative did that. I would never do that to her came the intrusive thoughts and he banished them. How dare he think of Maila while this act of bloodline sin occurred? Anger licked at his brain as he balled his fists. Und verdammt noch mal, why was his suit so itchy?

Alaric listened to what his mother said, her well-kept voice sending shivers down anyone else’s spine not used to her callous nature. "Mutter, Tante Sadie hat sich nie um unsere Standarte gekümmert. Warum heute?" Alaric stated with a scoff. "She turned Onkle Georg into a Tee-Trinker!" weak man. Reduced him to finding his time elsewhere while she cared for his child. Naivety must run in the family, he thought with a fleeting side glance at Lucian. The poor lad looked horrified as he stared at his awful excuse of a sister. It must be horrible for him, to know that she was actually related to him. It shook Alaric to his core to know that somewhere they had even a slight drop of similar blood.

Klaus then started speaking about hard nights, his eyes locking to their cousins. How we are influenced by the moon. Alaric scoffed, Klaus was meant to be the smart one. "Only scummy Werewolves are influenced by the moon. I know the poor lad doesn’t have the best immediacy family but they aren’t THAT bad!" he laughed, slinging an arm around Lucian’s shoulders, not feeling the tension in the room or the way Lucian stiffened under his weight.

Klaus merely cast a look at mother and Alaric furrowed his brows at her minuscule nod of affirmation. Was? Was war das? "Isn’t that right Lucian?" Alaric could feel it now. The tension in the room split only by unyielding end of a blade. Alaric fidgeted in his suit, tapping his fingers on his leg.

What was he missing? Why did Lucian look so uncomfortable and why the hell hadn’t Baxter spoken yet. Why was his suit so itchy and where was his disgrace of an Onkle und Tante?

German | British | Sadie | Georg | Bax | Malakai

DATE Sunday, Dec 24th. 2023 OUTFIT Please click

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They must have gotten it wrong.

No way on God’s green earth was this thing his sister.

Lucian stared at the abysmal baboon like she had three heads, her hand reaching up and offering him a bread roll that had been laying in her pocket for who knows how long. "No! No I do not want one!" he snapped, pushing it out of her hand. He faintly registered it falling to the floor and rocking. "Get off the bloody floor your wreck!" and he heaved her up, probably more aggressive than he should have. "Were you raised in a barn?" he hissed. Luci could hear his auntie and cousin talking about her, of course Alaric slipped into some other language Lucian had no hopes of understand. Was that a Slavic language? Perhaps Russian given as they attend Durmstrang. "How about you natter in English, cousin?" he sniped toward the wayward Havertz twin, ignoring Klaus completely.

Until he started attacking him with anxiety riddling comments. That’s when Lucian had half a mind to slam him against a wall and threaten him so much he wouldn’t have a compass’ chance in Hell to know left or right. All that anger dissipated when Alaric went off on a tangent about ‘scummy wolves' before his arm wrapped around his shoulders. Luci pushed Alaric away and turned to Klaus, his jaw clenched and eyes sharp as he gazed at his cousin with fiery agony. "What do you know about the moon, Niklaus? You’re always quite bitter, are you holding resentment to the world? Perhaps a pet his sense of self-loathing? Is this why you attack everyone, try and get them lower their mental guards? Because inside you feel like a little boy in a man’s world?" Lucian asked calmly, he hoped he showed collectibles on the outside because inside was a mess. He was making it up as he went along. "I always wondered why you didn’t seem to smile, why none of you smiled," he glanced at Orinana. "Maybe you’re the first case of a born… whiner?" he teased, cold eyes never leaving Klaus’s face.

Thankfully, they were saved by the bell because the door opened and in walked his parents and Malakai. Father was leading the way while Malakai stayed attached to mother. "Nice of you to join us," Luce said sarcastically, not sparing his foster brother a second. "They’re here," he added, wising his arms to show that his cousins, aunt and uncle had arrived. "You missed a show," he muttered basically to himself.

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MENTIONS ┊ @Lucian Mornstern @Fang Hui-Ying
ENGLISH ┊ "words'
THOUGHTS ┊ "words"
SONG FOR THE THREAD┊

Wren watched as the roll was pushed out of her hand and hit the floor and rolled. She teared up as she scampered after the roll. She finally got her hands back on the roll and brushed the roll off before taking a bite. "Why would you do that" she asked looking up at him tearfully "It's not good to waste food, their are some people out there that don't get this everyday she sadly remembering the days she didn't get to eat. She took another bite of the roll and shoved it back into her dress pocket just in time to be ripped off the floor.

"Oww, you're hurting me" she whined, tears dripping down her face as she felt Lucian's nails dig into her skin as he lifted her up. Once she was on her feet, she looked at Lucian in fear and scampered away from him. "And for your information" she stammered "I was raised on a ship not a barn" she stammered turning aways from him. She heard the woman pipe up "Not a surprise...poor girl, must be difficult to adapt to civilization.""Not a surprise...poor girl, must be difficult to adapt to civilization." "How's dear Sadie facing this? It must be...unbearable to have to look after her. Although...she seems to not care much about our standard does she?" the woman finished.

"Your standards are ridiculous" Wren snapped "Y'all look at me, i'm all high and mighty but you're not and if you weren't so busy flapping your gums, you would have noticed you were missing this" she said holding out the necklace her so called aunt had been wearing. "Finders keepers" she spat shoving it into her pocket and sticking out her tongue. Drama was great for snatching things without people noticing as she had learned early on in life when she would have to take food.

OOC: Let me know if I should make edits to this post, I really wanted to use Wren's sticky fingers as she was a pirate. So I saw a chance and took it