ROLEPLAYING AS BEAUXBATONS iNPC AURÉLIE NATHALIE DUVAL

Morning, August 11th, 2024 Phelan (@Matilde O’Fionnagan), Nikolai (@Matthew Campbell)

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

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Nothing could pump Aurélie Nathalie Duval up quite as much as a competition. And when the said girl won the said competition? Well, the levels of energy that were left then were impossible to match. Just a day after her team's victory in the summer duels, Aurélie was still full of positive energy, and she could not sleep. Having woken up many times from short-lived good dreams, the Beauxbatons student had finally given up on finding anymore sleep and decided to go on a walk.

Now, an hour later, the girl was hungry and full of energy, a terrible combination to have. As Aurélie made her way towards where food had been served every day for the past month, she realiesd, as she spotted two very specific people that she had something very specific to say. Phelan and Nikolai were both her teammates from the duel that had happened yesterday, and she hadn't been able to say much to them because she'd needed to get away from it all, and then she'd been stolen away by Peter @Brookline Quinn for just a moment, and then... Yesterday had been a spin of happenings, to say the least. But today, today was the last day of summer camp, and there were plenty of loose ends that Aurélie had to tie up, starting with her first duelling team.

And so the little French girl approached them, waving to them both.

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Nikolai Volka | Durmstrang Second Year
Russian | English
Mentioning Aurélie & Phelan
@Ophelia Northwell@Matilde O’Fionnagan

Nikolai had always been a morning person, perhaps as in Durmstrang it was the only time of day one could truly be alone for combat classes often covered night manoeuvres as they believed a student could never be too prepared. A sentiment he never disagreed with but it left him with little time for his solace. However, from the look of him on the last day of Summer one would definitely not get that impression.

Having celebrated a little too hard his win with his senior Durmstrang students who could only be described as terrible influences, something he was learning to love each of them individually for, Nikolai was feeling rough. Yet rather than feeling sorry for himself the young student found himself utterly buzzing happiness, his first duel had been a success, he had spent the summer developing relationships he never thought he'd have and for the first time in his short life he truly felt free.

These were the things that drew him to the breakfast tent early that morning one last time before they would return home. Picking up an array of foods that seemed to be as varied as the schools in attendance he moved to sit down only to come face to face with one of his partners from the day before. Smiling at the intriguing French lad who stood before him, he scoffed down the muffin he had been half devouring before speaking, "Bonjour Phelan, I hope you slept well after the victory. I couldn't have done it without you and Aurélie, please join me for le petit dejeuner where we may properly celebrate!"

Nikolai was in no way proficient in French but his enthusiasm and attempt at an accent had an endearing quality to it. Yet much like his English the harsh Russian syllables were not always so easily removed when speaking more graceful languages. As he awaited the boys response he saw another familiar face striding towards them arm raised in a friendly wave. Little in stature but a force to be reckoned from her duelling, Aurelié was fascinating to Nikolai and he hoped their banter from the previous day would continue. It seemed the morning was destined to be a proper celebration after all!

ROLEPLAYING AS BEAUXBATONS iNPC AURÉLIE NATHALIE DUVAL

Morning, August 11th, 2024 Phelan (@Matilde O’Fionnagan), Nikolai (@Matthew Campbell)

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

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Aurélie was honestly quite surprised to see both her teammates from yesterday's duel together on the pathway. One, Nikolai, was from Durmstrang, and the other, Phelan, was from Beauxbatons, her own school, so they couldn't have been that close. Right? Plus, Phelan seemed like the type of boy to stay away from those he didn't already know, unlike Aurélie herself.

Nikolai looked up from their conversation, catching her wave from a few moments prior. His look, and Phelan's, didn't look particularly unfriendly, or unfriendly in anyway, actually, so the girl found it as an invitation to come over. She skipped over to the boys, her never-ending, bottomless pit of energy growling at her not to skip before breakfast. "Are you two going over to the breakfast tent?" She went automatically to English, knowing that they'd all be comfortable in it. Perhaps if it had only been Phelan, she'd have spoken directly in French. "Do you mind if I join?"

She sent a small grin Nikolai's way, remembering their conversation from the day before. The boy was much more of a good sport than she'd have given a Durmstrang student to be. Though maybe that was just her assuming, as she'd never actually spoken to another one of the Russians. "Perhaps I can teach you how we dance in France afterwards." Then she turned to Phelan. The boy had been the most... stiff out of the three, but she wouldn't anyone out of their banter. "And you may join in too, Phelan!"

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Nikolai Volka | Durmstrang Second Year
Russian | English
Mentioning Aurélie & Phelan
@Ophelia Northwell@Matilde O’Fionnagan

Phelan's sleepy grunt of a response reminded him greatly of his dormmate who he had recently entered into a war of early morning pranks with. However, not being fluent in grunt Nikolai took this to mean that he was accepting sitting together and was about to when the small girl caught up to them. Turning his head in a mischievous grin towards her he listened eagerly as she seemed as interested in sharing the morning together as himself.

Shining a plate stacked with nothing short of a mountain of food he said "Don't worry we have already been and I believe I have brought enough for a small village so feel free to share. My brother's a broom racer and has me eating for 4 to keep up with him." Pulling out the bench to allow the lady to sit as he was raised he then hopped over himself carefully balancing the plate in one hand before setting it between the three of them.

As Nikolai had hoped Aurélie was as much of a jester as she had been the prior day and took her light taunt as a jovial challenge. Staring as she involved Phelan in their plan he wondered what the relationship between the two of them may be, clearly they were not particularly familiar but the thought crossed his mind if that was by choice or simply a regular occurrence in Beauxbatons. The other magical schools had always intrigued Nik throughout his life wondering what version of him would have existed had he not been born to the Volkov's.

With a healthy amount of teasing in his tone he said "You'd better, as far as I hear that's all the curriculum is at Beauxbatons: dancing and beauty. Clearly you have both mastered the latter so I must see your other skills. Unless I am misinformed?" Flirting had always come easily to Nikolai which was ironic given his status as an outcast who isolated himself for years. Yet due to grindingly long summers of etiquette and manners lessons he was refined in the art of charisma at least on a superficial level. It was part of the many masks he was trying to shake but the skill at least remained useful.