Meet me in Eden [PV Geneviève] - Beauxbâtons

Fourth year, Writer, Quidditch Player, Gryffindor

17 Apr 2025, 07:28

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ALPHONSE
TOUSSAINT
setting. [ feb 19, 25 | beauxbatons ]----school. [ ilvermorny | ency ]----role. [ wampus | quidditch beater ]

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There formerly lied a sliver of a seed of resentment at the foul trick played by the headmaster's hand in the Toussaint boy's first experience in Beauxbatons, the Amortentia-spiked juice causing Alphonse to sputter sweet nothings to a complete stranger. Well, Geneviève wasn't a complete stranger─they had their imperfect yet perfect encounter in the gardens, and somehow the lovely Beauxbatons-native student would accompany him for the Tea party being hosted. Whether this was simply her way of being kind and courteous was unbeknownst to him, yet Alphonse didn't mind her company in the slightest.

His attempt to wash away the memories and his innermost sense of embarrassment was through a few bottles of Firewhiskey, and a mighty hangover would befall him the following day, only to be confronted by his mom the morning after. Not about his drinking, no, but her newfound pregnancy with his stepdad, and it only took a single glance for her to see right through him, ground him, and keep him away from his friends and Geneviève for a chunk of the festivities ongoing that week. If it wasn't Briar pissed off at him, it was his mother.

Amid Alphonse's own personal solitary confinement enacted by his parents for his rowdy behavior, the Toussaint boy would sneak out when the perfect opportunity presented itself to slip a note to Geneviève, a torn parchment scribbled with an apology and an invitation to meet in the Gardens where they had first met. His absence would be reprimanded, and for the remainder of his "sentence," Alphonse acted on his best behavior to be released from their gaze once more. Either their pity or remorse befell his mother and Fabian on the final day of the schools' visitations, for they allowed their eldest son to spend one last day to regroup with his newly befriended, yet only one person was on his mind: Geneviève.

Her soft lipstick-stamped and initial-embroidered handkerchief remained on his person almost at all times like a prized trophy, whether it be in his hands or tucked away neatly in his backpack, careful not to allow a single speck of dirt to make contact with it, the new possession acting as a light at the end of the tunnel with the possibility of meeting her again.

To make the final hours of daylight special, assuming the girl didn't absolutely despise him for the ridiculous and romantic ramblings from his Amortentia-induced trip given her bestowed gift, Alphonse had adorned the space with candles to illuminate the darkened corners of the gardens and laid out a small spread of treats from Beauxbatons' dining hall.

A curled index finger slipped beneath the collar of his dark suit, loosening the fabric that felt as though it was ensnaring upon his neck. Perhaps it was the nerves of being stood up that caused the pubescent teen to tremble in his shoes, or perhaps it was the fear that Geneviève would show. The pressure caused a sigh to heave from his lips as he waited for her answer.

All that was left to do was wait, and this posed a challenge as the eldest Toussaint progeny was far from a patient boy. Then what? Only time would tell.

—— tags. Miss Geneviève Caussade @Siobhan McCarty
—— notes. permission to headcanon genie getting his note has been given, albeit almost 2 months ago. :p

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Remedy.

Geneviève Caussade

Fourth year, Duellist, Beauxbâtons

88 54

28 Apr 2025, 23:43

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Date: 02/19/25 | Time: Late Evening | CC:#f79ac0

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Geneviève had been bawling in her dormitory for nearly two straight days at this point. After the chaos and unexpected unconsciousness of her escort during the Tea Party, she hadn't seen hide or hair of him for the rest of the events. Anyone she had asked hadn't been able to relay information about his wearabouts to her which had sent her into a state of despair. She was hurt, and sad, and overall feeling forgotten about. Had she annoyed him? Was she too straightforward with her feelings?

In her despair, she had written to her brothers wanting their comfort for how she felt. Less than six hours had gone by before her brothers had responded to her with the promise that if they ever saw Alphonse they would remind him not to mess with their little sister unless he wanted to potentially lose a limb.

She didn't condone violence but it made her heart soar slightly with love for her brothers knowing that they dearly loved her and wanted to take care of her as older brothers did.

During a moment of her moping, she had been delivered a letter -a scrap of paper actually with messy dirty scrawl- begging her to come and find them in the garden where they had met. She instantly had sat up, squealing excitedly over the prospect of seeing Alphonse at least once more before the departure of the international students. Her heart tugged as she brushed her silky hair, twisting it expertly into a princess-layered ponytail pinned up with her mother's diamond hairlcip. She threw dress after dress out of her closet looking for the most loving color she could find, finally settling on a blush pink ballgown that made her look like a small valentines day bow. She looked gorgeous and she felt as such.

Practically sprinting, Geneviève gracefully barreled through the castle, chasing after the whisp of hope that it was Alphonse who had asked her to meet her in the garden. She prayed that she would get to give him a proper goodbye before perhaps never seeing him ever again-

Hey stop it

No crying Genie. She wouldn't cry! Not now!

She was wheezing outside the garden, quietly and still ladylike, but wheezing nonetheless. As she caught her breath she pulled the note out of her pocket and held it up to her lips, whispering a silent plea to be who she hoped it was.

She entered the garden and looked around for whomever it might have been who left the note. As the minutes passed, her heart sunk farther and farther as she could not see her mysterious companion. Sulking, she sat down beside a fountain and sobbed into her arms. How stupid she had been to get so excited over what she couldn't have.

Her sorrowful yet quiet sobs attracted apologetic butterflies towards her as they floated lazily around her in an attempt to cheer her up, but it seemed fruitless as she stared at her pitiful reflection in the water. Her hairclip shined brightly against the reflection and in a moment of pure frustration, she smacked her reflection with the back of her hand to get it to stop looking at her.

Geneviève pulled herself up from the fountains edge with a soft sniffle. Her button nose now tinged with a gentle pink color that mockingly matched her dress as her eyes were rimmed with salty tears. She turned her head to the left and paused as she saw flickering light. Curiously, she stood up and swished over towards it wiping her eyes as she went.

The discovery of a candlelit pathway and assortment of treats lay before her accompanied by none other than the boy she had been crying over for the last three days. Her face broke into a smile and one word slipped through her trembling lips.

"Alphonse"
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| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: Alphonse Toussaint@remedy norden | 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: @|
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Siobhan McCarty -PC-
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Geneviève Caussade -iNPC-

Alphonse Toussaint

Fourth year, Writer, Quidditch Player, Gryffindor

198 676

9 May 2025, 07:02

***I will hunt you down if you steal my code or images. You do not have permission to use it.***

ALPHONSE
TOUSSAINT
setting. [ feb 19, 25 | beauxbatons ]----school. [ ilvermorny | ency ]----role. [ wampus | quidditch beater ]

A melancholic cry, slightly muffled only by the gentle clapping of water by the ornate fountain and anxious footfalls as the boy paced back and forth in anticipation.

Would she show? Would she not? Did Genevieve hate him?

The cruel and somber sound finally yanked Alphonse out of his own head, steering him away from the residual fear of being stood up.

"Huh," Alphonse muttered under his breath. Despite the eldest of the Toussaint progeny's well-garnered reputation of being a facetious, prideful boy, there was a hidden gentleness and compassion that only a very select few in his midst had the privilege of witnessing. His cousin, Isadora, for one, and those other halfbreeds who Alphonse had gotten expelled trying to safeguard. It was a rare sight for Alphonse to be anything but the charming yet boisterous boy, begetted by his deep sense of pride to act unapologetically impulsive and brash. Yet, the crying of a girl never failed to trigger this soft spot inside, his instinct to protect and support.

Hesitant steps lead him out of the darkened corners of the garden, his tall stature, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, would reveal Genevieve red-rimmed and post-sob much to his surprise. Alphonse fought the urge to rush to her aid and watched her in silence, observing her smack the water in what appeared to be frustration. Was Genevieve upset with him? Did she not get his note? These, and many more questions boggled his churning brain, but as if destined, their eyes finally came to meet at long last.

And then that smile touched her lips.

"You came."

Both relief and surprise could be detected in the gentle whisper that slipped from his lips, and cautious steps guided the Toussaint boy towards Genie. A dumbstruck gaze lingered upon his countenance, confused by her outburst of tears, but relieved to see that smile that entranced him so--the very one that kept Alphonse glued at Genie's side during the Tea Ceremony a few days back. His gaze and mouth dropped in silent admiration of the blush pink ball gown that made Genie's light complexion glow against the waning light of day, elegantly paired with a diamond hair clip that sparkled radiantly.

"Wow..You look so stunning, Genie," Alphonse said with a gulp while grinning sheepishly, "I'm sorry I didn't come see you sooner. I hope you're not mad at me."

Extending his hand to escort her towards the gardens where the delights awaited them, Alphonse smiled down at her politely, "Would you do me the honor of sharing this evening with me? Maybe I can make it up to you," he inquired with a playful challenge.

—— tags. Miss Geneviève Caussade @Siobhan McCarty
—— notes. oop

Remedy.

Geneviève Caussade

Fourth year, Duellist, Beauxbâtons

88 54

14 May 2025, 04:15

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Date: 02/19/25 | Time: Late Evening | CC:#f79ac0

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Genie wasn't one to cry in the arms of other people.

Okay not often, but still. It was something she rarely did unless it was within the arms of her brothers or father -usually when she wanted someone to feel pity for her or when she couldn't resist being dramatic- But here she was, having thrown herself into Alphonse's arms as the tears of feeling forgotten continued to pour out of her. There wasn't any drama here, it was just lots of emotion.

"You disappeared! After leaving me to walk away so undignified at the Tea Party! How could you Alphonse!" Genie whined as she used a handerkerchief to blot at the tears that marred her cheeks. She wasn't sure why she was so upset over a boy she had only known for a week. Even on her most dramatic days, she was never truly this upset by things around her. Yet here in Alphonse's arms, she couldn't help but feel heavy emotions that were surging through her mind as she tried to compose herself and her words in the way that was becoming of a young lady.

"I was ever so lonely all week... No word, no sight of you... Could I really have been so repulsive to you that you could only avoid me until now?" Genie sobbed as she looked up at him.

She could see it in his eyes however, that he truthfully felt awful about leaving her alone all week and his grand gesture with the picnic, candlelight, and subsequent offer to dance. Regaining a bit of her composure, she looked around the area of the garden that the two of them were hidden away in. It had been transformed into a splendid and secrative picnicking area for just the two of them. An apology, and a request for forgiveness.

Something she wished to extend to him.

Looking into his eyes, Genie nodded as she slipped her gloved hands into his. "I accept this evening request. Considering the lengths you have gone to provide for me." Genie spoke eloquantly despite having a small sniffle accompanying it at the very end. Her nose and cheeks were tinged with a pink that matched her dress. The two of them shone radiantly under the light of the candlelight.

She allowed Alphonse to embrace her more comfortingly, as she looked around the garden. It was fitting that their second meeting, and perhaps their last would be where it all began. When she had simply wanted a simple rose and instead found the hand of a handsome young suitor.

It wasn't as though she had anyone else to share the evening with. And despite her brother's offers to floo into the school, she just wanted to be in the arms of true love again. If thats what it was? She wasn't sure- her mind couldn't offer much in terms of making sense at the moment.

"I'm sorry Alphonse... You have gone to great lengths to make me happy and I am here crying and whining as though I am a spoiled brat. Genie said as she looked up at the boy with an earnest look upon her face. This look got her out of most situations. Her father used to joke about it.

"No angel could compare to you sweetpea. You're far too apologetic."Her father had said to her once. It was something she held dear to her heart. Her father and brothers, for the longest time, were the only ones who could ever cheer her up but Alphonse was moving into this catagory all on his own.
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| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: Alphonse Toussaint@remedy norden | 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: @|
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Siobhan McCarty -PC-
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Geneviève Caussade -iNPC-

Alphonse Toussaint

Fourth year, Writer, Quidditch Player, Gryffindor

198 676

27 May 2025, 21:34

***I will hunt you down if you steal my code or images. You do not have permission to use it.***

ALPHONSE
TOUSSAINT
setting. [ feb 19, 25 | beauxbatons ]----school. [ ilvermorny | ency ]----role. [ wampus | quidditch beater ]

In his short, pubescent life, only three women Alphonse had ever witnessed cry: his mom, his gran, and his cousin.

In each of those moments, the Toussaint progeny wasn't quite truly affected beyond more than a mere pang of sympathy. It wasn't as though the teen lacked compassion; no, it was rather the opposite. There was a concealed tenderness that Alphonse didn't know how to properly apply or display, but this was different. Perhaps it was the guilt. The fact that Alphonse himself was the cause behind those cascading tears that streamed down Geneviève's lovely face. Or perhaps there was something more to the emotion that ripped the sheepish grin off his face and plunged him into different stages of grief. Alphonse didn't know, but he loathed himself for the hurt he had accidentally inflicted upon the platinum-haired girl in his arms.

Despite his guilt-ridden countenance, there was selfishness simmering within. Something about holding Geneviève in his arms felt perfect, but Alphonse couldn't help but despise that providing consolation would be how they'd first come to embrace. And yet, he found himself savoring the proximity. His head rested comfortably atop hers, nodding understandingly as Genie sobbed. The boy yearned to explain himself, yet dared not to speak over her in this fragile state out of both respect and a possibly twinge of fear.

Contenting himself with the simple act of embracing her, Alphonse remained silent as he listened. The opportunity for him to finally release the apologetic spiel that nearly flooded from his lips soon arrived, but her gloved hand slipped into his, and nothing but a sigh of relief came from the Toussaint boy.

His fingers interlaced with Geneviève's carefully, bringing her gloved hand to his lips where Alphonse placed a gentle kiss before guiding her deeper into the garden.

"Thank you, Genie," Alphonse responded wholeheartedly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as they approached the secret candlelit picnic space exclusive for them. His heart pounded looking down to see the apologetic and earnest gaze in her eyes, and he offered a small smile: "Don't apologize, I had it coming. But I do hope I can make it up to you for the time lost. We can snack a little bit, or talk. Whatever you'd like."

Releasing her hand, his attention went towards the enchanted radio resting on top of one of the many hedges. As his fingers twisted and turned the dial to find the perfect station befitting the occasion, some curses muttered in Kreyol slipped from his lips before until a soft classical music piece filled the silence. "Is this song okay?"

—— tags. Miss Geneviève Caussade @Siobhan McCarty
—— notes.

Remedy.

Geneviève Caussade

Fourth year, Duellist, Beauxbâtons

88 54

12 Nov 2025, 03:22

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Date: 02/19/25 | Time: Late Evening | CC:#f79ac0

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His lips had respectfully and with a certain grace about them, kissed her hand. Something she was not unaccustomed to but had never been affected by before. When Alphonse's hand had let go only to bring the dulcet sounds of classical music to their evening, Geneviève held the hand that he'd kissed to her cheek. It was warm- or maybe it was her face. But either way the feeling that it brought had her heart feeling exuberant.

The music that followed soon soothed her sorry feelings about everything that had transpired between them, and cocooned them within a world of their own. It was a pas de deux. Familiar and all the more gentle to her as she thought about what the song meant to be danced by two. The Sleeping Beauty one to be exact. Oh how she felt a sudden overwhelming feeling of being seen. Both as a girl and as a woman. This dance, between the Prince and the Sleeping Beauty had always been something she'd dreamt of creating with a partner but given the lack of time-- she did not trust that they would be able to dance the way she dreamed tonight.

But together was better than nothing at all.

Geneviève gracefully nodded, a sweet assurance that she wasn't hurt or upset at all really merely emotional as all her thoughts tended to be. It was a trait about herself that she knew needed effort to become less poignant but not one she actively worked towards maintaining. Emotions elevated existence. She believed it to be something that allowed her communication that didn't necessarily beget a voice, but rather impressed upon it.

The scenery between them was set to be something sweet and simple. An apology on his end, and an acceptance on hers. Though she did hope eventually that she could offer an apology of her own for the dramatized flair she had thrown about upon entering the Enchanted gardens of Beauxbatons.

Geneviève looked to Alphonse with the sweetest of smiles. Sweet- not sacchrine mind you. It wasn't in her nature to falsify the positive emotions that she felt in her heart. Therefore her smiles where sweet. Not sacchrine.

"This is a beauty. You have gone above for only knowing me for a week. Are you always so kind to girls you meet? You must be filled with a chilvary most noble." Geneviève spoke as she retook his hands, her smaller grip threading through his longer ones. With a giggle she pulled him towards the blanket he had set up for them, feeling peckish and wanting one of the snacks that had been procured for the two of them to enjoy as they ignored the sands of time moving faster through the hourglass of the week.

Geneviève eagerly flounced on the ground, her ballgown spreading out like a sunset stretching across the sky. In front of her, the alluring smell of chocolates and sweets, reminded her of the Nutcracker Forest. When Clara and the Nutcracker had traveled to the Land of Sweets and where greeted by the array of characters. It was something Geneviève rarely offered herself, with her strict dance upbringing and routines, so to feast on a smorgasbord of candy, sugary fruits, and salty snacks felt like heaven.

Carefully, and with an elegant poise- Geneviève selected a chocolate and took a tentative bite. The chocolate itself was rich and complex with flavors, hints of mocha and raspberry. Nothing tasted so sweet.

"Céleste, oh tellement céleste... This is perfection. You have really done such a kind thing Alphonse. Geneviève spoke with a truth behind her words as her hands protected her mouth from being seen full of chocolate. "I have never had such a delicious sweet. Where did you find these?

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| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: Alphonse Toussaint@remedy norden | Translations: Céleste, oh tellement céleste - Heavenly, oh so heavenly|
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Siobhan McCarty -PC-
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Geneviève Caussade -iNPC-

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