Big Chances Closed

Banner Credit: Percival Rainwood

English | French Word Count: 350

Interacting with: @Lucian Mornstern Mentioning:

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It was Dinner Time. The first day of classes was over and Beatrice felt like a bag of potatoes, all wobbly and about to fall over. Today had seemed like there was not enough time in one day and she had to run everywhere, it felt like first year all over again. Spread out on her Bed, Bea was heavily considering just staying in her dorm and sleeping but a rumbling in her stomach made her groan and look at the clock. With a heavy sigh, she got up, not bothering to change out of her robes and almost keeping her Cow Slippers on, but quickly changing into other shoes and picking up Adelaide.

It didn't take long until Beatrice was sat in the Great Hall. The food smelled incredible and many students were filling their plates to the brim, as if there wasn't more to come. The Slytherin followed similarly and got some potatoes with broccoli and gravy. Her drink of choice was Herbal Tea and a bread roll was placed beside her plate on a napkin. She chatted with a couple of people, including some first years that were eager to talk about their first day, until she heard a familiar voice.

Her eyes met Lucian. The tall and dark haired boy stopped in front of her, after almost stumbling past where she was sitting and climbed onto the bench across from her. Beatrice was a little surprised. The only time she had seen him today, was in classes and he had been very ill modded, almost angry looking. She didn't even have to chance to talk to him. „Hi.“ The surprise in her voice couldn't be ignored. „What happened?“ That question could be taken in a lot of ways, however Beatrice was very postive that he would only tell her, what he had apparently just found out - explaining the sudden mood change.

^{Mentions of Lucian being in an ill mood in class were discussed and agreed to by his writer beforehand.}

German | British | Sadie | Georg | Bax | Malakai

DATE Early January, 2024 OUTFIT School robes

WC 328/200 HAIR Please Click

MENTIONING • @Opeila Winters •

INTERACTING • @Beatrice Dupont •

The girl in front of him seemed rather surprised to see him, not that Lucian could blame her. He hadn’t exactly been himself since Christmas. Not that Beatrice should know this… He was going to send her an owl but thought better of it. He didn’t need her pitty.

He cleared that from his head; this was a happy a time he wanted to share with someone— He needed to share this with someone— and he wasn’t going to let that ruin it. “Hi!” he said again, not matching her surprised tone but instead a breathless and excited one. He was basically vibrating with joy as he reached over and grabbed her hands. “I made the Slytherin duelling team!!” he said, cheeks hurting from grinning so much, quite the contrast from his mood all day. When Opeila told him the news he could have hugged her— He didn’t, but he could have— in joy.

He let go of her, and slumped back into the seat.

“I finally have something that my family can be proud of me for!” he said, a wistful look on his face. Loud of tosh that is now he thought sadly, his previous happy expression that coated his face was gone as a more resentful voice took over. He’s already disowned you lad, so what if you’re a duellist? Now you’re a werewolf who thinks he’s as good as a wizard you deluded boy and then he clenched his fists. But… But then he looked at Kas again and his forlorn eyes morphed into excited fireworks again as she ignited the spark his family threw in the Great Lake.

“How has your day been?” He asked. Lucian realised that they had been in a lesson together today but he hadn’t been in the socialising mood. His face bore that of a smacked arse or the look or someone that had smelt sour milk. To be honest, most people parted out of his way today.