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Closed Passing Time PV Zophyr

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It was cold here, even in the spring. And quiet too, even with the visitors from international schools. That is, visitors like Akerrah. She, of course, was the visitors' visitor. She had barely—no, hadn't even—gotten used to Beauxbatons when they'd come up here.

How many nights had she gone to sleep knowing she'd wake up back in their grubby apartment in the 19th arrondissement? How many days had she seemed to sleepwalk through because none of this—none—seemed real?

The only way she could try to understand what was happening was to try and ground herself in something she knew—something real, no matter what kind of magic was otherwise going on around her. That was why she'd found a spot out here to just be.

It was a nice large rock, relatively flat on the top, not too far off from the Quidditch Pitch (what a daunting place that was) and other landmarks on the Hogwarts grounds. That made it a perfect perch for both the girl and her tools. Akerrah placed a small wooden box besides her as the Scottish clouds hung overhead. Gingerly, she took out some twine and started beading together some white stones and metal pieces. Some were round and others more square, but she used them to try and create geometric patterns together in the spirit of what was made on the Ivory Coast.

Making jewelry was something she had done with her mother. As a pastime, it seemed both connect her with her culture and help calm her mother down. Sometimes, they tried to sell them up near Montmartre and the other tourist areas. But for now, she just hoped this simple activity could help her to feel less alone in what was still a new place—a new world, really.
@Mahlioz Evethisawe as Zophyr Qethnis
STA - 8 | EVA - 9 | STR - 2
WIS - 8 | AP - 5 | ACC - 9
Maisie
Gemmell
Akerrah
Koné
STA - 7 | EVA - 9 | STR - 0
WIS - 10 | AP - 0 | ACC - 10
Closed Passing Time PV Zophyr
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RPing as Zophyr Qethnis from Uagadou
Genderfluid, pronouns at the moment: she/her
☽ Kirundi | French | English | Swahili | Arabic | Tswana | Xhosa ☾
unknown date | daytime
Zophyr had a hard time understanding the hype about Hogwarts. It was quite literally just a castle. Sure, it was magic, but that was nothing too impressive in the Wizarding world, and there were so many old castles around it was starting to seem unoriginal. The campus was boring, the castle was boring, the Quidditch pitch was... well, it was alright, once you got started. But still, Hogwarts was nothing compared to Uagadou in Zophyr's mind, and she was determined to get some next ball to happen at her own school. Hogwarts was overrated.

There had been an event in February at Beauxbatons, which she wished she hadn't missed, but she'd been terrifyingly behind in her classes and had decided not to risk the wrath of her parents just for an outing to France. She'd never really been interested in France anyway. Again, another place that was overrated.

Perhaps Zophyr was just feeling a little pessimistic today. It was part of the reason she'd gone and practiced her Quidditch first thing in the morning. She didn't have any matches against other schools during the Spring Ball outing, but it was better to stay in shape. Besides, it was a good distraction from the question of why they were even at this silly school for this long.

After a while, though, she got tired, and bored again. She decided to move on, perhaps try to find Reuben or people watch or find a couple things around to... borrow. No one needed a lot of the things in their pockets anyway, right? But as she made her way across the grounds, broom in hand, she came across a big rock. Big rocks were cool enough on their own, but this one had a person on it, and she was making something shiny. Zophyr's crow-like brain was immediately interested.

Assuming the girl was from Hogwarts (and even if she wasn't, most of the kids here spoke some English, because Hogwarts was self-absorbed and couldn't bother to learn other languages), Zophyr made her way over to her and asked, "What are you making?" It was something with metal and very interesting stones, bending the wires around them. Zophyr had done this before, hadn't she? Though quite a bit less gracefully than this younger student was, probably because of a lack of practice. "Is it jewelry?"

Honestly, normally she would have stayed back and not said a word, but... well, actually, she had no excuse. She was too curious. The way that the child was creating was mesmerising, and Zophyr wanted to learn more about her. From the girl herself, not just by standing on the sidelines and observing like she always did. She so rarely met others who liked making their own accessories.
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@Maisie Gemmel
my uagadou patriotism is showing isn't it
🕮 Mahlioz Evethisawe | mors vincit omnia | Zophyr Qethnis ☾
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Closed Passing Time PV Zophyr
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She pulled the string taut before replacing a white stone, then over and over again. There was calm way about stringing it all together that seemed to make things, however briefly, feel more manageable. So, it was one after the other such that she did not notice the approach of another.

"What are you making? Is it jewelry?" came the voice as Akerrah looked up to find another student—with night skin like her own—staring back at her. She looked taller and older, but genuinely interested, unlike many of the students she'd met here in the UK. "Oui," she said before correcting, "Yes, a necklace I think. I think I have enough." Her fingers lilted to the side as she counted the stones and the metal fragments.

"Do you want to...?" she said, scooting over slightly. There were plenty of English words to finish that sentence—sit, join, help—but her voice just trailed off. So rarely had anyone in the Wizarding World wanted to get to know her or her work in any real way. So much seemed like politeness and even that wasn't always guaranteed.

And there was one other thing of interest: the broom in her hand. Seemed there were plenty of people around here who were good at flying. Maybe she could really figure out this whole Quidditch thing.

And yet, she was contented to focus on stringing the stones for now. Flying still seemed intimating whereas this was easy. And maybe making a friend too could be easy? Maybe not, but she'd certainly like that as she sat up here on this rock, stringing metal and stone on tha string
@Mahlioz Evethisawe as Zophyr Qethnis
STA - 8 | EVA - 9 | STR - 2
WIS - 8 | AP - 5 | ACC - 9
Maisie
Gemmell
Akerrah
Koné
STA - 7 | EVA - 9 | STR - 0
WIS - 10 | AP - 0 | ACC - 10
Closed Passing Time PV Zophyr
banner made by the epic Ara Villa
Image posted by the member
☽ Kirundi | French | English | Swahili | Arabic | Tswana | Xhosa ☾
unknown date | daytime space
☽ ✧ ☾
Genderfluid, pronouns atm: she/her
The French took Zophyr off guard a little - she wasn't used to the girl's accent at all, it was quite Parisian. The only reason the third year even knew that was thanks to their older brother, who was living in Paris at the moment. Though they had differing accents, Zophyr was glad to know they had a second language in common - there was even more of a chance she wasn't a snobby Hogwarts kid, which was always a bonus.

She wasn't sure what the girl meant by "I think I have enough" - necklaces or stones in the necklace she was making? Zophyr was of the opinion that one could never have too many necklaces. "It looks really nice. I love the stones you chose." On top of that, white and metal went very well together. She almost wished she'd come up with the pattern herself.

When the younger student moved over a little, suggesting in a half-sentence that Zophyr join her, the Uagadou student was happy to oblige, putting her Nimbus 1500 down on the ground. "Thank you." She really wished she had some of her own materials to make something out of, but honestly, even if she did she would probably still spend her time watching the younger kid. She clearly had experience. The third year could sit here for hours just watching the necklace come together.

But Zophyr had so many questions, and eventually the curiosity got the better of them. "How long have you been doing this? I don't think I've ever met another wizard who makes their own jewelry. Where do you get your materials from?" Zophyr had rarely seen such shiny white rocks. She was a little jealous. Most interesting was the pattern - Zophyr needed to know where this girl got her inspiration. Was there some sort of jewelry club? (if so, she needed in). Where was all this talent coming from?

It was quite funny the way Zophyr flipped from cool, nonchalant and unspeaking to a fountain of questions as soon as she was interested in something. She decided to hold herself back for now so as not to overwhelm the girl. Except, perhaps, one thing. "Could I perhaps borrow some string?"
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@Akerrah Koné
🕮 Mahlioz Evethisawe | mors vincit omnia | Zophyr Qethnis ☾
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