Finding @Aurélie Duval @Ophelia Northwell

Roleplaying as approved Beauxbatons iNCP Peter Smith

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Peter walked along, whistling a soft tune, as he wandered around the camp Hogwarts set up. He wanted to find Aurélie. He had been searching for her all dang day. It had been itching him all this week and since he had been at the Hogwarts’ summer camp. He wanted to tell her something. His nationality, he had noticed when they met, her silence was definitely critical and noticeable. He thought it was time to tell her. He wanted to ask her a important question. About the autumn ball, Hogwarts was yet again hosting. He hadn’t gone last year, due to the lack of interest and quite frankly, he hardly knew anyone, who was to go with him? Peter knew Brookline might be there, but who knows! Maybe she didn’t go. But if Peter was being honest, he wanted to know Aurélie better. To get to know the energetic girl. To get to know the girl who agreed to help Peter with her mother tongue and helped him with a spell. There was so many reasons, why a boy like him, would want to know a girl like her.

The Welsh boy thought hard, If I was Aurélie, where would I be? He wondered if the small French girl was taking part in Beauxbatons sports. Certainly not Quidditch, because, surely, wouldn’t Peter see her competing? Did she race? Or there was also another option. Does she duel?

Oh! Dueling! Peter thought back when he met her, way back in March. She had interrupted his failing at learning a spell, and she kinda showed him how to do the spell. After he did on his own, she left, saying, I guess you don't need my help then. But if you ever do, you should come find me! We can learn together. Then she winked, leaving him alone in the Courtyard. Did Aurélie duel? And wasn’t Beauxbatons dueling, today?!

The Welsh boy raced to the sidelines, taking a seat on one of the benches, not caring if it was populated or not, around where Beauxbatons/Durmstrang was dueling Uagadou and Castelobruxo. He could see the guy who was referring the duel and all those who were competing in it. He had just came around to Round Seven or Eight, was it? Whatever round it was, his green emerald eyes searched for that small French girl, with brown hair. She was here! She dueled! Peter was glad he found her.

Two students were already knocked out, and Peter couldn't see who they were, being dragged out of the target zone, by wizards with mad healing skills. There was only one Uagadou/Castelobruxo student left. The dude had a short mop of medium brown hair, looking quite tired. He must have done his best.

Peter waited til the duel ended. It felt, like, it had taken forever and a day. He could almost scream his joy to Heaven. At least Beauxbatons won dueling. Peter’s Qudditch ended up as a unfortunate lost. To make things worst, it was his very first time as Beater. It was hard. Qudditch was hard. Harder than a box of rocks.

He then shivered, rubbing his arms to crate heat. This is one thing Peter didn't quite understand yet. Winter in Summer? He had be annoyed, being send warmed clothes. Note to self: Ask Brooke what the theme is before I owl my parents for warmer clothes. Peter waited for Aurélie to finish congratulating her teammates. He pushed his hand through his hair, trying to wait patiently.

When Aurélie would leave, Peter ran up to her. Her small face was flushed with pride. He’d start speaking in French, “H-hi. I’ve got a question.” He inwardly cringed at the stammer and how thick his accent was. He desperately prayed that she wouldn't place his accent. The Welsh boy’d look right and left before glancing at her again.

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Reducio a casual cashmere sweater, and dark blue jeans, and to top it off, a blue and white scarf.	Reducio sometime after this duel ended.	Reducio thoughts •English •Welsh• rp	Reducio 🆂🆃🅰 7•🅴🆅🅰 5•🆂🆃🆁 7•🆆🅸🆂 8•🅰🆁🅲 7• 🅰🅲🅲 6 calming presence affecting

ooc feel absolutely free to notice Peter’s accent and slightly mentioning @Ruben Garcia @Mellani Miller

ROLEPLAYING AS BEAUXBATONS iNPC AURÉLIE NATHALIE DUVAL

August 10th, 2024 Peter Smith (@Brookline Quinn)

sta 6 | eva 8 | str 6 | wis 8 | arc 6 | acc 7 fearless, perfectionist

"french" | "english" | thoughts | "others"

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Adrenaline coated every part of Aurélie. She'd just won the duel. It had been her very first, and she'd just won. Though the French girl was beyond proud of herself for managing such a feat, she knew that it wasn't just her own strength and spellcasting skills that had resulted in this victory. Her teammates, Nikolai (@Matthew Campbell) from Durmstrang and Phelan (@Matilde O’Fionnagan) from Beauxbatons like her, were both equally amazing. And it was there teammates that she congratulated, before exiting the scene of the duel quite quickly. It wasn't that she didn't want to speak with them, no it was quite the opposite as the teammates had been both fun and skilled, but she wanted some time on her own to celebrate. Just herself.

But just as the girl was about to leave, she almost bumped into a friend. "Peter?" She hadn't seen him much since their encounter during the school year, despite promising him that she'd help him with French. Maybe we should schedule a time for that. I really would love to help him.

Aurélie tried not to show her surprise as Peter started speaking immediately in French-- albeit heavily accented, though she still couldn't place it. He stuttered a few times, but spoke quite well, for which the French girl felt proud. She knew he wasn't very comfortable in the language, but she knew he was making an effort, though whether it was for her or just to fit into the school of Beauxbatons in general, she didn't know.

A question? As Peter looked left and right, as if checking for eavesdroppers, Aurélie wondered what sort of important question he had that he was so secretive about. They didn't know each other that well yet, though she couldn't deny that she found him interesting, for some reason that she couldn't really place. Though she hadn't seen him for a while, she felt comfortable in his presence. "What question?" She still didn't comment on his accent, waiting for him to open up to her.

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Telling the smart @Aurélie Duval @Ophelia Northwell about his nationality

Roleplaying as approved Beauxbatons iNCP Peter Smith

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Peter?” A small question, in English, popped out of Aurélie’s lips. Peter wondered why for a second, why Aurélie didn’t speak in French, before he realized that his name probably had a different translation in French. His breath caught in his throat, and he looked at his shoes. Everything, almost everything, he wore was blue. His inward cringe soared like a owl’s open wings.

Just then she asked the Welsh boy, about his question. The corners of his mouth twitched. Why did I lead at that? He fumed, inwardly. Calmly, he spoke,“First, come over here.” He knew it sounded strange right as the words left him. But if he wanted tell her his nationality, it would be where no else would hear. Aurélie looked like she wants to know, but either didn’t know how to ask or she was simply waiting for him to tell her.

When the French girl followed Peter, he would start, “So y’know I’m not French? Yes you do, you’re smart. Sometimes I wish I was French. Sometimes I wish I never moved. Sometimes...” Peter trailed off, already shaking his head, presumably in frustration in himself.
“It’s actually quite damm stupid, if I’m being honest.”

The boy cursed under his breath, then ran this hands through his messy brown hair. “I-I’m W-Welsh. You probably already figured it out. But, s-see, it’s pretty stupid why I’m hiding it. Pretty d-damn stupid, am I r-right?” His voice wobbled, and he stared at his shoes again. Peter took in a deep breath, telling himself to be calm, and waited Aurélie to resister it, and tell him to leave right now. He could already hear it, You’re Welsh? Get out of here.

He sighed, and waited a second longer before he said, this time in English, his voice thick with emotion, “You still want to hear the question?”

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Reducio a casual cashmere sweater, and dark blue jeans, and to top it off, a blue and white scarf.	Reducio sometime after this duel ended.	Reducio thoughts •English •Welsh• rp	Reducio 🆂🆃🅰 7•🅴🆅🅰 5•🆂🆃🆁 7•🆆🅸🆂 8•🅰🆁🅲 7• 🅰🅲🅲 6 calming presence affecting

ooc sorry for the late response! will try to be more active soon!

ROLEPLAYING AS BEAUXBATONS iNPC AURÉLIE NATHALIE DUVAL

August 10th, 2024 Peter Smith (@Brookline Quinn)

sta 6 | eva 8 | str 6 | wis 8 | arc 6 | acc 7 fearless, perfectionist

"french" | "english" | thoughts | "others"

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Come where? Aurélie decided not to speak that part out loud. Peter seemed so uncomfortable, so vulnerable, so soft right now, and she didn't want to do a single thing that would make him close up, push her away. She didn't know why she cared, but she did. She cared whether he trusted her or not, she really did.

So Aurélie walked a bit farther, letting herself follow Peter. And then she waited, listening to his hesitant speech, trying her best to keep her face open and calm and not at all confused. Whatever it was Peter wanted to tell her, it must be important to him. She was silent as he spoke about his identity, and how he wasn't French and sometimes wished to be. She was silent as he ran his hands through his hair and finally, finally spoke his nationality, the self-tabooed word out loud. Welsh. He's Welsh.

It made sense. Aurélie had never actually met any other Welsh people, so it would've been impossible for her to place the accent with which Peter spoke. But the way he waited, as if scared that Aurélie would reject his offer of trust and peace and friendship just because he was Welsh, made her stop her analysing and mental thoughts and just look at him for a long moment.

Then Aurélie broke into a grin. Not her victory grin from before, not a mocking grin, or even a I-Knew-It grin. This one was special all on its own. It was a happy, bright, Aurélie grin, made specially for Peter Smith. "I think," The French girl paused for a moment, wanting to phrase her next words just right. "I think that you haven't met the good side of Beauxbatons yet if you think that anyone will be mean to you because you're Welsh. I mean... you're Welsh! That's so cool. Everyone else at Beauxbatons is French, just like me, so I don't get to meet very many different people. But Peter, you're Welsh." The girl practically jumped up and down with excitement. She'd never even heard the Welsh language before. "I have the best idea ever. While I teach you French, you're going to teach me Welsh. Imagine how amazing that's going to be!" And continuing her little tradition from last time, Aurélie winked.

"You still want to hear the question?" He asked in English.

Aurélie blinked. So being Welsh wasn't the thing that he'd wanted to tell her? She gave him another special grin. "Yes!"

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Finally asks @Aurélie Duval @Ophelia Northwell the question

Roleplaying as approved Beauxbatons iNCP Peter Smith

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The silence. It was awkward. His sweaty palms stayed by his side, Desperately hoping and wishing and praying that she wouldn’t leave him here, where there was a lot of onlookers. Merlin, how he hated being out on public.

Aurélie’s silence, again was killing a shaky Peter. If there was one thing Aurélie did a lot, it was be quiet. But, you know. Maybe she was thinking? Maybe she was criticizing, in her head, the medium sized Welsh boy, and maybe even plotting to try and get away from him..

Two more beats of silence bore their way before, Aurélie broke the silence with a grin. Yes, she didn’t say anything yet but that grin, that grin said everything. Everything. Her huge smile made Peter think Aurélie had never used this smile before. It was bright. It was happy. It was Aurélie. All in one smile. Peter thought this was a good sign. His mood switched completely. He almost wondered if that he had a bad mood. He almost felt, a little -what’s the word?- tipsy. Yes, Aurélie’s grin made Peter seem light-headed, and he could swear his heartbeat was so loud that even the aliens on some weird planet heard the thumrppp, thurmp, THUMRPP!

He stayed silent as she spoke. As the French girl spoke, the Welsh boy felt the corners of his lips twitch there way into a huge smile. A large smile full of happiness and giddiness. A smile for one very special girl. What Peter didn’t know yet, was not a priority to him. He wanted to listen to Aurélie all day long, but he knew Aurélie would not talk all day long; he waited til the French girl was done speaking. By then, excitement bubbled all over her, and Peter swore he has not met a girl like this, sweet, kind, excited, smart, he could go on. He nodded, maybe he hadn't met everyone. He did have the quite little friends at Beauxbatons. Maybe this year, at Beauxbatons, he would meet new friends and keep in touch with old friends.

But just to tell Aurélie he was still listening, “It’s not that cool to be Welsh. It would be much cooler to be French. You guys are fancy!!” His voice imitated a French man with a heavy accent: “¹Bonjour Mademoiselle!” Joking, he chucked, a smile bright for her.

Aurélie kept going. “I have the best idea ever. While I teach you French, you're going to teach me Welsh. Imagine how amazing that's going to be!” Then she winked. Peter’s smile widened. His gears started turning. His smile turned bigger and brighter. Welsh was the first language he spoke, but he preferred English. “Oh! Yes, Welsh! Its pretty easy to learn if you ask me. Although I’ve spoken English more that anything, my whole life.”

The French girl responded to Peter’s question with a excited Yes! A special grin was playing with her lips and he said, “Are you sure?” But for some reason he couldn’t it off. Just better get over with it. She might say yes, He thought and then spoke, “Well, you know how Hogwarts host the summer camps, the spring and winter balls?” For some reason that he didn't know why, he worded as most people did when they would ask their friend to a ball or something, like that. “Are you going to the ball? If so, would like to go with me? As friends, of course!”

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Reducio a casual cashmere sweater, and dark blue jeans, and to top it off, a blue and white scarf.	Reducio sometime after this duel ended.	Reducio thoughts •English •Welsh• rp	Reducio 🆂🆃🅰 7•🅴🆅🅰 5•🆂🆃🆁 7•🆆🅸🆂 8•🅰🆁🅲 7• 🅰🅲🅲 6 calming presence affecting

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ROLEPLAYING AS BEAUXBATONS iNPC AURÉLIE NATHALIE DUVAL

August 10th, 2024 Peter Smith (@Brookline Quinn)

sta 6 | eva 8 | str 6 | wis 8 | arc 6 | acc 7 fearless, perfectionist

"french" | "english" | thoughts | "others"

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Aurélie didn't know what to say to Peter's assessment of French people versus Welsh people. It was definitely much, much cooler to be a Welsh person in a school full of French students rather than a French girl in a swarm of French children. But, she didn't want to start a full-on argument right now, especially not with Peter. So she opted for a simple, "Agree to disagree, then."

She couldn't hold back an excited noise as Peter agreed to teach her Welsh, claiming that the language was easy to learn. "You know, I've been wanting to learn a new language for ages. And I couldn't decide which one, there's so many out there. Latin, Spanish, or even maybe Romanian. But I've found it! I'm going to learn Welsh with you." Aurélie did not want to admit it, but she let out another excited noise that might've been very, very close to a squeal.

As Peter started speaking about the Hogwarts balls, building up to THE QUESTION, which Aurélie was pretty sure she knew, the French girl felt herself get ready to blow with the amount of excitement in her body. Peter was asking her to the ball... she was absolutely sure of it. Peter was going to ask her to the Fall Ball. And then, what felt like hours later, he did.

"Are you going to the ball? If so, would like to go with me? As friends, of course!"

Before the words were even completely out of the boy's mouth, Aurélie had already answered, tamping down on her instinct to jump up and down. "Yes, yes, of course!" Something giddy was in her veins, and the little French girl couldn't stop that feeling of joy.

Just at the end of first year, during the Spring Ball, Aurélie had been thinking about how she loved meeting new people and that having a "date" to the ball would hinder her ability to do that. But something about Peter told her that she'd have a great time, whether she was able to introduce herself to all the other students or not.

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Smiling like a idiot- @Aurélie Duval @Ophelia Northwell

Roleplaying as approved Beauxbatons iNCP Peter Smith

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Agree to disagree? The Welsh boy thought, Clearly fitting in is what you want to do, right?.. But now, Peter, wasn’t sure. He also had no intention to argue with her. But he could tease... What? It’s his nature!

“But... y’know, sometimes, fitting it is so mu-” He stopped for a second, glancing at Aurélie ’s features, and then he smiled extra big, shrugging, “Nah. I’m kidding. Perhaps both can come in a advantage. Perhaps...” He left the sentence hanging, to maybe let Aurélie fill in the blank, if she even wanted to.

Then a very sharp noise pieced his ears. It was Aurélie ’s way of saying she was excited. Peter was glad she was. Learning a new language could be tricky but of course it doesn't have to be always. As she rambled on about languages, she let out another excited noise that sounded like the way Brookline’s sisters Maria and Minnie would squeal about things that Peter didn’t have the slightest idea why those things were so “squealable”. “Oh yes. Time to learn Welsh!” Peter said, laughing in spite of himself. With Aurélie, he seems to lost his sense of oh shi- someone's here! better shut my damn gob! and he didn’t care what onlookers thought.

Then as he asked Aurélie if she would go to the Fall Ball, she had already answered before he even finshed. Peter was surprised, he could tell Aurélie was ready to jump up and down. Peter’s smile brighted. He could of almost jumped up and down, but he pushed the urge down, still smiling like a idiot.

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Reducio a casual cashmere sweater, and dark blue jeans, and to top it off, a blue and white scarf.	Reducio sometime after this duel ended.	Reducio thoughts •English •Welsh• rp	Reducio 🆂🆃🅰 7•🅴🆅🅰 5•🆂🆃🆁 7•🆆🅸🆂 8•🅰🆁🅲 7• 🅰🅲🅲 6 calming presence affecting

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ROLEPLAYING AS BEAUXBATONS iNPC AURÉLIE NATHALIE DUVAL

August 10th, 2024 Peter Smith (@Brookline Quinn)

sta 6 | eva 8 | str 6 | wis 8 | arc 6 | acc 7 fearless, perfectionist

"french" | "english" | thoughts | "others"

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Aurélie felt the wall that had previously surrounded Peter, blocking her off from him, slowly come crashing down. It wasn't that he trusted her completely with his whole world, at least, not just yet, but she could feel the significance in him telling her his nationality. Though the girl thought his reasons for hiding it weren't the strongest, she knew that he wasn't very comfortable sharing it, and the fact that she knew made her closer to him in just a matter of moments.

He even began joking with her, instead of just laughing at her jokes. Aurélie flashed him a smile, then a wink. "Perhaps," She said, picking up right where he'd left off. "Perhaps, you've just got to learn how to stick out from the crowd. Maybe then you'll love it Peter." She paused for a moment, then decided against saying something cheesy like "I'll help you stand out of the crowd." She might be tiny in build and young in years, but she wasn't stupid and she didn't want Peter to think she was.

Aurélie felt like hugging Peter, she even jumped forward for a second, ready to do it, then thought better. The boy had asked her to attend the ball with him as friends. That had more than just drawn the line in the sand. So instead of a hug, she just gave him another grin.

"Well, if you're done being all secretive Peter, would you like to come celebrate my duel win with me?"

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@Aurélie Duval @Ophelia Northwell

Roleplaying as approved Beauxbatons iNCP Peter Smith

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Peter tapped his chin, looking like as if he was considering. “Maybe...” He trailed off, and pulled up a worst-case scenario generator in his small head. I could blurt something that I had no intention of saying. Or I could hate it. Sometimes crowds can be stressful. I could...

Finally Peter took a breath, in and out. It shut down the worst cases, and he chose his next words quite carefully. “I suppose I could try. Since you’re so good with crowds, do you think I could learn from you? ” He said this in a jokey-kind of manner. Regardless, it was a bit weird, asking for help with crowds, but he wasn’t like Aurélie who could talk to anyone. Or Brookline who would skip around, finding one person, then quickly moving to the next topic. Sometimes Peter though women organized their brains much better, and definitely smarter. While men’s were a mess, and a little less smarter than women depending on the dude you’re speakin’ about.

“Although, sometimes the quiet way is the way to go. Sneak in stealthy as a wolf, and if you need to speak, as peaceful as a white-tipped dove. Peter shifted his weight from one foot to another. Then he faced the smaller girl in her grey-blue eyes, looking serious. He might of laughed in spite of himself and wouldn't be surprised if Aurélie starts laughing. “But y’know, you might be right. Considering how little friends I have, you probably are right.” He laughed and if he was being honest, he’d rather have a few friends then have friends whom he’d only seen once or twice.

Before giving the Welsh boy a grin, Aurélie had jumped a step closer to Peter, and he wondered what the French girl was going to do. Did she not like his last statement? Then Aurélie spoke, asking if he’d like to celebrate with her. “Oh yes! I also forgot, congrats on your duel. You worked hard, and your spells were great! Nobody could of done better.” His smile was huge, and he held out his hand for an good ‘old high five.

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Reducio a casual cashmere sweater, and dark blue jeans, and to top it off, a blue and white scarf.	Reducio sometime after this duel ended.	Reducio thoughts •English •Welsh• rp	Reducio 🆂🆃🅰 7•🅴🆅🅰 5•🆂🆃🆁 7•🆆🅸🆂 8•🅰🆁🅲 7• 🅰🅲🅲 6 calming presence affecting

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ROLEPLAYING AS BEAUXBATONS iNPC AURÉLIE NATHALIE DUVAL

August 10th, 2024 Peter Smith (@Brookline Quinn)

sta 6 | eva 8 | str 6 | wis 8 | arc 6 | acc 7 fearless, perfectionist

"french" | "english" | thoughts | "others"

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"You should come observe me speak to people. Oh! I know. During the ball, I'll introduce you to all the new people I've met." Aurélie felt so proud at her idea. She was not, in fact, a coach that helped introverts like Peter find their rhythm with crowds, but who would believe her when she came up with brilliant ideas like that?

She listened with her head tipped slightly to the side as Peter explained his view of the world. She'd always wondered what it was like, to be quiet, to try and not be noticed. To stay in the shadows not because you didn't belong, but because you wanted to be there. For a girl like her who just wanted to connect with people, it was practically unimaginable, even with Peter's explanation. But, at his mention of white-tipped doves, she got excited... again. Man, this was becoming a recurring theme with Peter. Every moment spent with him got her excited.

"Did you know my favourite animal is a dove? Not a white-tipped one, but gray doves." She laughed a little at memories of Élodie and Augustin, her parents, telling her that she was anything but like the peaceful doves. She was a maelstrom of emotions, a whirlwind of energy, a tropical typhoon of giddiness. "What about you? You seem like a... cat person." She giggled.

Something about the way that Peter said that sentence about friends didn't sit right with Aurélie. She frowned, just for a moment. "Peter, I have a lot of friends. I like to be surrounded by people. But... not everyone's meant to know your life's secrets. The friends who know all that? That's who I call my inner circle." The highest person on her inner circle list was none other than her beloved grand-mére grandmother, Anaïs Océane. And the newest name on that list? Peter Smith.

"Thanks!" Aurélie smiled nice and big, slapping Peter's palm in a reverberating high five. "You watched?"

If he had... it would've meant a lot to her.

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