Modern Magic and Martinets

Modern Magic and Martinets

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Magdalena Academy is like any wizarding school. It has it's share of quirks and secrets, but it is in those who reside at the lovely school who must discover them.

1,726 readers have visited Modern Magic and Martinets since Castle created it.
ibecameinsane are listed as curators, giving them final say over any conflict & the ability to clean up mistakes.

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based firmly off of the widely known harry potter series by j.k. rowling.

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|| Hello and welcome to the Magdalena Academy of Magical Education ||

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CTMT; Cas & ibecameinsane

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| Character Slots Full | Not Accepting | Posting |

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This role-play is inspired by the widely known series; Harry Potter by the lovely and talented J. K. Rowling. I do not own any rights to this franchise.
Please do not plagiarize this role-play.






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|| History ||

Magdalena Academy was built in the early summer of 1228. Located in Germany, it withstood many harsh historical events in its life-time. It has several awards for high education standards, and accepts students from the furthest corners of the world. It's also one of the few known charter-wizarding schools. Presently, Magdalena is still a proudly standing school. It is also required that all students speak moderate to fluent English.


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At Magdalena Academy, most should know the standard core classes of: Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, History of Magic, Potions, and Transfiguration. We have a wide selection of electives, which everyone should know is third years and up, and of course extra curricular subjects.


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Magdalena is a rather isolated school in modern day society where wizards are still hidden from muggles. Of course it has its share of secrets. Students are to carry out their schedules - hopefully uninterrupted. Lately the school has been acting strangely. The rugs seem more preoccupied than usual, hardly anyone one has had it pulled from beneath them in ages. The ghosts have been often disappearing for long periods of time, who is to annoy the prefects? The few paintings have been whispering abnormally, and the students have found it to be quite rude. It seems the teachers have been hiding something...

The main objective is for all students to live out their schedule as normally as possible.






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House of Dominance
Task-Oriented โ— Outgoing
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|| Results || Direct || Competitive || Choleric ||
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|| Valentina Herrera || Pure Blood || 17 || Cuba || FC: Lindsey Morgan || Taken by Mistress of Disguise ||

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|| Draven Taunton || Pure Blood || 17 || England || FC: Chase Crawford || Taken by Mistress of Disguise ||

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|| Keira Lance || Half Blood || 18 || England || FC: Antonia Thomas || Taken by Miss Nomer ||

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|| Stuart Twombly || Muggleborn || 17 || America || FC: Dylan Oโ€™Brien || Taken by ibecameinsane ||







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House of Influence
People-Oriented โ— Outgoing
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|| Enthusiastic || Friendly || Optimistic || Melancholic ||
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|| Matteo Lanzo || Muggle Born || 18 || Italy || FC: Luke Pasqualino || Taken by Cloud ||

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|| Anita Kapoor || Pure Blood || 16 || India || FC: Deepika Padukone || Taken by Fading-into-eternity ||

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|| Vulpecula Ligeia || Pure Blood || 18 || Greece || FC: Tatiana Maslany || Taken by Little Fox ||

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|| Emery Wyrwyk || Pure Blood || 16 || Poland || FC: Josh Hutcherson || Taken by Castiel_Told_Me_To ||







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House of Compliance
Task-Oriented โ— Reserved
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|| Accurate || Cautious || Contemplative || Phlegmatic ||
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|| Eithene Carmody || Half Blood || 16 || Ireland ||FC: Holland Roden || Taken by TaniaSoulEater ||

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|| Arthur Graymund || Muggleborn || 16 || England || FC: Arthur Darvill || UP FOR ADOPTION ||

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|| Zara Schwartz || Pure Blood || 16 || Germany || FC: Willa Holland || Taken by Cloud ||

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|| Kim Jae-Sun || Pure Blood || 17 || Korea || FC: Lee Min Ho || Taken by Miss Nomer ||







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House of Balance
People-Oriented โ— Reserved
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|| Sincere || Patient || Modest || Sanguine ||
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|| Viktor Ivchenko || Half Blood || 17 || Russia || FC: Kellan Lutz|| Taken by Mistress of Disguise||

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|| Robyn Adams || Half Blood || 17 || America || FC: Alexandra Daddario || Taken by GrimBones66 ||

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|| Hana Cheon || Pure Blood || 17 || Korea || FC: Arden Cho || Taken by ibecameinsane ||

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|| Dmitry Krutikov || Muggleborn || 17 || Russia || FC: Michael Socha || Reserved by Wispy ||





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|| Prof. Decimus Hawthorne || Unknown || Half Blood || Hart House || Headmaster || Germany || NPC ||





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- What I really request is quality, Iโ€™d like effort put into each and every post, absolutely no one sentence posts. Take this seriously. 400 word minimum per post.

- Only literate role-players will be accepted.

- The golden rule Iโ€™ve learned from my dear friends; if youโ€™re too busy to finish your application, youโ€™re too busy to post. You must be on top of things. NO ONE-TIME POSTERS. Think on this.

- Mary-sueโ€™s and gary-sueโ€™s are not tolerated. And absolutely no anime.

- I expect a post from each of you at least four to five times a week, please.

- If you are unable to post, please let GM know ahead of time.

- This is a mature roleplay, swearing is totally allowed though keep it within reason. Please take any explicit content into private messaging. Respect your fellow roleplayerโ€™s boundaries.

Have a good time everyone! Let your inner Potterhead take over! :P





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Reservations expire within three days. After that your reservation will be announced as abandoned.

Go ahead and apply for multiple characters, keep in mind you will be limited to two or three.

When submitting, I will take the amount of days you spend on average in a roleplay into consideration.

You should be aware that there is only a chance that you may get the role you apply for.

It's basically, as my friends would say, an outright battle to the death for who may get the character you desire.

This rules back into the fact that you may want to apply for multiple face claims.

Look for the two parts of the reservation password, any reservations without them will be discarded.

First question of password: Name one of your favorite songs.





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Yo! Thank you for considering my roleplay! I look forward to our collaboration. Please do say hello in OOC before requesting or submitting! :) Feel free to ask me any questions.

Second question of password: What is your birthday zodiac sign?

Also, the houses arenโ€™t just total rubbish, theyโ€™re just derived from german words.

Have a nice day.





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Magdalena Academy our primary setting

The castle is a stronghold of ancient magic.

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Character Portrait: Valentina Herrera

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Past the great black lake, glassy and smudged with dawn's first hesitant strokes, that had seen no touch of man since the Old Ones settled this place, was a castle, rather as vainglorious as the mandarinโ€™s palace in the East or the pharaohโ€™s pyramids. In through it's ornately carved doors, with centuries of intricacy laid into the wood, and down a wide corridor, rested the fortresses grand hall that would put King Edgarโ€™s to shame, it's ceilings vaulted high above the tops of the oldest trees of the forbidden forest. No amount of planning or expectation or attempts at divination could begun to have prepared her for the sight of it on her first year, but now that she was well into her sixth, Valentina Herrera was well acquainted with the sight.

The long tables, laid out in rows, were littered with massive piles of crudely organized platters of food, scrolls, broken quills, and a fair amount of quickly burning candles that pooled wax all over the items collected underneath the glow they cast. Those candles would soon be snuffed as the sun rose high enough in the sky. This was all part of a banquet meant to keep the still 'jet lagged' students from nodding off into their porridge bowls. The breakfast was a festive affair, but daunting to most who weren't intimately familiar with the grandeur of every occasion in the wizarding world. One poor first year boy's hair looked as if a snidget had attempted to nest in it, so often had his fingers raked through it with nervous tension. With a mop like that he was well on his way to becoming Super Sayian, any muggle twelve year olds wet dream. She recalled that feeling, how disconcerting it all was, though she was born of pureblood. She hadn't been raised around all of this and it could almost too much too take in all at once.

Valentina smiled and acknowledged a few people she knew before sliding down into an open seat at the end of the table amongst the fray of Red and Gold. She rubbed elbows with her fellow Starks, not worried about trying to make conversation, it was unlikely she'd of been heard over the tumultuous crowd anyhow. She was merely contented to sit quietly for once in her life and be immersed in it all. The excitement in the air was palpable and nigh uncontainable. She retrieved a gear from her pocket, part of a larger mechanism packed up in her baggage, and began fiddling with it, trying to figure at what was keeping it from turning as she wasn't particularly hungry at the present.

It wasn't an odd sight, to find Valentina keeping to herself, as boisterous and opinionated as she was, working on her own personal projects. A few found it odd, however, that she was so invested in things of a non magical nature, but magic was still secondary to her when it came to technology.

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Character Portrait: Anita Kapoor Character Portrait: Matteo Lanzo

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Teo listens contently as Anita talks about her holidays, giving an empathetic nod as she mentions her strict parents. He takes a bite of the food in front of him, letting the taste explode on his tongue before swallowing his mouthful. He loved his mother's cooking, there was nothing like a home-cooked meal, but he always looked forward to that first meal at Magdalena and the plethora of food that was always prepared. On more than one occasion he had tried to explain to his family how much food was produced and how it magically appeared when meal time began. They hadn't quite understood the scale to which the food was produced, nor the various tastes that muggle food could not acquire.

Teo's ears perk up as Anita mentions inviting him to the next wedding. He nods happily, his mouth too full of food for him to risk speaking. He's sure an Indian wedding in India would be even better then his sister's friend's wedding that he'd attended in the break. His feet were still sore from the hours of dancing that had occurred. The 30 minute walk from the groom's house to the bride's house had taken the groom's party three hours to traverse. Lights, loud music, dancing, and fireworks and decorated the streets as the group had passed. The number of guests had swelled too, with curious onlookers being invited in by the groom's friends. Teo imagines that a magical wedding in this style would be even better than the muggle affair.

Of course, as Anita sighs as promises pictures instead Matteo remembers all the girl has told him about her parents. While Teo never liked to pry, he is aware that Mr and Mrs Kapoor aren't the most lenient of caregivers. Finally finishing his meal Teo offers Anita a cheerful smile, hoping to rise her spirits again. "You know, a photo would be amazing." He says, "It'll be like a constant party in my hand." One of the many differences between the muggle and wizarding world is the photos, and Matteo loves the idea of having a picture of an Indian wedding because he knows that the wizard version would have moving, dancing figures. If he couldn't actually get to a wedding, a picture would be the next best thing.

Matteo finally finishes his meal and is apparently fully satisfied. Pushing his plate away slightly he rests his elbows on the table and then rests his head on his hands. The grand hall is as loud as always, everyone rushing to fill their friends in on their holiday break, yet it's not hard to hear his Indian friend over the mass of voices. "So, are you looking forward to your sixth year? Did you did alright in your O.W.L.s?" The question is more to keep the flow of conversation going, rather than a genuine concern as Matteo is sure that Anita did very well in her 5th year examinations.

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Character Portrait: Eithene N. Carmody Character Portrait: Kim Jae-Sun

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Of the list of least ideal ways to start a day - no, the school year, seeing Keelan was right at the very top of it. Eithene knew she could try not to be affected by her, but the spirit wasn't just an imprint of a soul, oh no. It was an imprint of her death, all the emotions left behind right after she died. Keelan carried a general feeling of guilt and melancholy, virtually impossible for Eithene to not feel.

The image of the girl faded a little from sight, and Eithene grabbed a prettily decorated chocolate cupcake from a plate in front of her, taking small bites. The sweet cream flooded her tastebuds, and served to calm her down a little. Jae said nothing about her temporary lapse in concentration, whether by choice or not, regardless, she was grateful for it.

She reached over and squeezed Jae's hand, facial expression a little more natural now. "Thanks, I appreciate the offer. It'd be way easier if I could just take Charms and Defence, I'm much better with actual wandwork."

Jae's enquiry into her family's business brightened her up even more. "Oh, it's doing well, we had a little group of tourists who were so taken with the idea of a little antique bookshop in the middle of nowhere!" She snickered, taking a jab at the remoteness of their home. "Mostly I think it was the decorations, though. Father managed to get the back room cleaned up, and he's completely transformed it into a tea room, so I've been making sure it looks pretty and such. Speaking of which," and here she leaned closer, excited, "I found that a witch opened a shop down in the city. It looks like a curiosity shop with the occasional stuff that Muggles believe to be Wiccan props, but they're actual magic books and ingredients. Buying my things will be so much easier now."

Between sentences Eithene managed to finish the cupcake, a cheese roll, and a glass of juice. Orange or pumpkin, she couldn't tell. Hell, it could have been guava juice for all she knew. All she really needed was to get food in her system, something to keep her mind occupied. Now she looked down at her plate, brushing crumbs off her fingers, and chuckled wryly. "Sorry. I'm starving after the long ride from Enniscorthy. Aeroplane food, Jae. Just doesn't cut it."

She remembered something. "I'm so awful! I've been rambling about myself, not sparing a thought for you. How's being a prefect? Lots of work to do?" She coloured lightly, feeling selfish. Knowing Jae, he would probably brush it off, but she would just end up making a habit of talking too much about herself.

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Character Portrait: Eithene N. Carmody Character Portrait: Kim Jae-Sun

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Location // Magdalena Academy, Germany
Date // September 1st

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Jae patiently waits for Eithene to finish her cupcake, knowing that sweets often have the ability to make his friend, and fellow Vorne, feel better. He's never been the sort to rush or push another person, half out of lack of confidence in doing so and half because he himself likes to take his time with things. Time is what the young wizard deals best in, it often seems, his time management skills being second to none. As far as talents go, it might be a little bit lame by the standards of others, but Jae is perfectly happy with his ability to plan well. It's not a flashy thing, like being the top DADA student or inventing one's own concoctions [Vix], but it suits his needs very well indeed.

He has begun to zone out at this point, just a little, but a squeezing of his hand brings the young man's balloon back down to earth. Eithene, it seems, has finished her cupcake. As she speaks, he smiles, for her own expressions now seem a bit less forced, and he is glad of this. No one likes to see their friends feigning things around them, not really. It seems to demonstrate a lack of trust, or at the very least an unhappiness that Jae would prefer his friend's not experience at all. Of course, such a thing is unavoidable, but Jae does his best to try and minimize the damage his friends receive, if he has any influence over the situation. Hopefully, just being there at the moment will be enough for now. As she mentions being better at wandwork, Jae's smile turns slightly sheepish. He is quite the opposite, preforming better in potions and herbology, classes that require an attention to detail and don't use the wand too much. Perhaps he is just better with the classes that are more exact, for he also does relatively well in transfiguration, a course that requires precision.

Classes like DADA, meanwhile, where one must think on their think, are significantly more difficult for Jae. He's much better at planning ahead of time, or following a specific set of instructions, than improvising and doing his best not to get hit by a wild Expelliarmus! or something along those lines. He somewhat doubts that he'll ever be able to conjure a patronus, as well. Such things don't come easily to him, much to Jae's dismay.

Eithene brightens up as soon as she begins talking about her family's shop, making Jae very glad that he had asked about it. Her previous moment of tension seems to melt away, and the girl returns to the cheerful, relaxed Irish witch with whom he is familiar. He is always happy to hear about the shop, and more than once has told himself that he must go visit it eventually, because it sounds magical --and not just in a wizarding sense. Her stories of reading in fields and working in the shop seem to come straight out of an old novel, and he's impossibly jealous about it.

She realizes that he hasn't spoken much before Jae does. Of course, Jae spends most of the day not speaking much, basically whenever he doesn't have a friend around, so it hadn't even occurred to him. He smiles and shakes his head, "It's fine, I like hearing about the shop. And not yet, really. But I suppose I'll have to lead the first years to the dorms, though."

He pushes his glasses up, for they have begun to slip a bit yet again, and then frowns ever-so-slightly. "I am a bit worried people won't listen to me though. Or they won't hear me," he confides, sharing the concern he's had since receiving the owl informing him that he was to be a prefect this year.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Emery Wyrwyk Character Portrait: Robyn Adams Character Portrait: Eithene N. Carmody Character Portrait: Vulpecula Ligeia Character Portrait: Keira Lance Character Portrait: Stuart Twombly Character Portrait: Anita Kapoor Character Portrait: Kim Jae-Sun Character Portrait: Zara Schwartz Character Portrait: Dmitry Krutikov Character Portrait: Matteo Lanzo Character Portrait: Hana Cheon Character Portrait: Valentina Herrera Character Portrait: Viktor Ivchenko Character Portrait: Draven Taunton

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The school year had officially begun.

After the breakfast feast, orientation started for all students. First years; or as referred to by the headmaster, ersten Jahren, made things especially hectic, but they always did. Compassion was something the staff often enforced. Students of every grade had been there before, therefore it was nobodyโ€™s job to hassle them.

A week forward, students should now have had their schedules in order, and even maybe have gotten a little more sleep in the comfort of their dorms, which were located on the upper floors, comprised of balconies and bridges stringing over the view of the entrance hall. All fashioned and lit by enchanted lanterns that glowed with orange autumn light.

It had been a rainy week, some couldnโ€™t even recall seeing the sun once during the first days of school. Nonetheless, the alumni kept the homecoming festivities rolling, but it wasnโ€™t long until a gloom began to settle. It wasnโ€™t any early-winter gloom that most experienced around this time. It was hardly winter yet in Germany. Something was clearly depressing the atmosphere.

Rumors of dragon sightings began to travel. Spreading like a wildfire, every student had to have heard something by the wake of the second week. Muggles had even apparently caught sight of the supposed โ€UFOsโ€, but unfortunately the students were left in the dark.

Eventually, the ministry had sent word to Magdalena of the recent encounters, and Professor Hawthorne publicly and personally explained to staff and students what was occurring Monday morning.

โ€œ'Professor Decimus Wendell Hawthorne,'โ€ chuckles rose among the students as the Headmaster read aloud the statement from the Minister himself. With a grunt and a half smile of his own, the Professor continued extravagantly. โ€œ'And to all whom it may concern at Magdalena Academy of Magical Education.

โ€œโ€˜It is to my dismay that I inform the wizarding communities of Germany and nearby settlements about the recent sightings of Chinese dragons. Iโ€™m afraid I have no personal knowledge as to why theyโ€™ve left their country to journey as far as Europe, but we know for certain that they have become a danger to central Germany. Chinese dragons arenโ€™t known to act up as weโ€™ve seen this past week, attacking farms, and increasingly populated places.โ€™โ€ Hawthorne trailed off, dropping the letter down on the podium and tightening his jaw.

โ€œAs you all know, and it goes without saying, the school will be carrying out lockdown procedures. I understand that this isnโ€™t how any of you would like to start your Monday, but it looks as though we havenโ€™t got any choice.โ€ Hawthorne leaned heavily down upon the neatly engraved podium. It was true, he never liked laying down bad news, but it was not in his nature to sugarcoat subjects like this. โ€œThis means herbology, and other outdoor classes, will be heavily supervised, and dungeons will be utilized if those dragons come too close for comfort.โ€

The Headmaster, gazed down at the letter that sat before him, but he only nodded as if just agreeing with his decisions. โ€œSo, all that is left to say is enjoy your breakfast.โ€ His tone defaulted to that of more positivity, and he turned to take his seat, leaving the students to their own thoughts.

With that, the second week had begun, and it wasnโ€™t shaping out to be a good one.

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Character Portrait: Zara Schwartz Character Portrait: Matteo Lanzo

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Magdalena had never been quite as entertaining as when it was threatened with dragons. The rumours that had been circulating for the past few days had been an increasingly interesting source of distraction for the students, Zara included. Dragons, particularly Chinese dragons, were rare sights in the middle of Europe, at least outside of zoos. What they were doing this far west had been a much discussed topic in the past week among the students who had put stock in the flimsy rumours floating around. The sceptics among them had dismissed the rumours as fanciful tales, but even they couldn't ignore a message from the minister.

As soon as the headmaster took his seat the hall exploded in talk. From where she sat Zara could hear excited whispers from some, while others were already drawing out quills and parchment to write a hasty letter to their loved ones. Zara really couldn't care less. Sure, she'd hardly wish to be caught out in the open by the fire-breathing beasts, but she highly doubted that the dragons would get as far as Magdalena. Even if they did, given the number of teachers on hand they wouldn't likely cause much harm. As for her family in Germany, she had complete faith in their abilities to handle a dragon, or at least hire a wizard or witch who could. Besides, her family were not without connections and could always leave the country until the danger had passed.

Zara had to roll her eyes at the amount of worried expressions she could see around her. She spotted one first year girl sitting just down from her about to burst into tears. "Pathetic" Zara thought to herself, before turning her attention on the ever-hungry Lucie beside her, who appeared more concerned with not leaving breakfast hungry than with the realisation that dragons could threaten the school. "You'll give yourself a stomach ache if you eat all of that too fast." Zara warned, eyeing the increasing mountain of food piled on Lucie's plate. Then again, Zara had seen her friend eat far more than this and be fine. With a sigh and a half-concealed smile Zara begins to prepare her own breakfast, picking a smaller and far less extravagant plate than her neighbour.

"So, what subject have you got first?" Lucie asked a moment later, midway through a bowl of cereal. Despite a week having already passed Lucie had still not come to grips with her own schedule, and had it currently set on the table in front of her as she gazed ahead at her Monday subjects.
"I have advanced transfiguration, and then we've both got herbology." Zara replied, having already put most of her weekly schedule to memory, not because she's a particularly good student, rather because she detests having to constantly consult her timetable. "I suppose we'll get to experience being heavily supervised." She added, feeling slightly put out by it. With more eyes watching the outdoor classes it would mean she would have to be even more subtle with her spells when the compulsion to bully struck. Zara feels her lips form a smirk, "Oh well, it'll just be more of a challenge."


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Matteo's initial reaction to the Headmaster's announcement is one of excitement. He's never seen a dragon in the wild or even in captivity. While they might not be his favourite of supernatural beasts, he'd definitely put them not too far behind his preferred favourites. His heart does do a minor flip as he worries about the implications for his favourite subject, Care of Magical Creatures, but he's relieved to hear that it and the other outdoor classes will still be held, merely with more supervision. Matteo's next thought is to wonder whether quidditch will still run as it has. He assumes that house practices, if they're still on, will be included in the list of heavily supervised outdoor activities. His heart does another little skip as he pictures quidditch being temporarily shut down. Surely they would never be that cruel.

The hall erupts with noise as the Headmaster's announcement ended. Everyone seems to have an opinion on the dragons and why they might have travelled so far afield. Across from Matteo two of his housemates are arguing over whether the Chinese dragons had come to Germany because A) they had been called by a Master Dragon that apparently resided in Germany, or B) they had decided to migrate because the weather was better in Deutschland.

"Maybe they're just on a holiday." Matteo suggests, a wide grin on his face. The two young wizards across from him mirror his grin.
"Do you think they'll take anything home as a souvenir?" The one on the right adds, happy to go along with the joke. "A burnt sheep, or scorched tree maybe." He adds. Matteo lets out a chuckle, shaking his head at the ridiculous nature of the conversation.
"How cool would it be if they actually come here." the one of the left adds a moment later, his eyes slightly unfocused as he imagines the mighty dragons landing on the school's astronomy tower. Matteo shrugs, as much as he'd love to see a dragon he's not sure a wild dragon at school would be the best idea.
"I'd like to see one, but not if it means having to be locked in the dungeons while the teachers deal with them." He says, "Besides, what if it burnt down the quidditch pitch?" Matteo's own face is almost pale at the mere thought of it and his two acquaintances, one of whom is also on the Eden quidditch team, quickly lose their smiles.
"Don't speak such words Teo, you'll give me a heart attack." The one of the right says, clutching at a glass of water and gulping down several mouthfuls.

Matteo nods his head in apology before turning his eyes on his breakfast. As he chews through a particularly delicious croissant stuffed with everything within arm's reach, he lets his mind wonder over what this will mean for the school. It has certainly made for an interesting start to the second week, that's for sure.

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Character Portrait: Stuart Twombly Character Portrait: Zara Schwartz Character Portrait: Hana Cheon Character Portrait: Viktor Ivchenko Character Portrait: Draven Taunton

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Viktor nearly collided with six or seven different sets of students on his mad dash out of the breakfast hall, not escaping the disapproving stares of some of his more stern professors. Dragons! He could not have been more elated had the headmaster just stated that all students had automatically passed their final exams by simply showing up for school that day. Well...maybe not that excited, but close enough. The monolithic man child pushed his way past the large oaken doors and into the cavernous entryway, searching for a familiar face that had slipped from breakfast early that morning. Hana. He took a circuitous route down the stone hall around a particularly glib group of fourth year girls who appeared to be going into fits over the news. He couldn't fathom not being enthused at the prospect of seeing a dragon up close and personal, but then again, as large as Viktor was, there wasn't much he had to be afraid of. It had been argued, amongst some of the crueler students, that his mother must have been part giant. Such talk didn't affect Vik though, it seemed this enormous golden retriever of an adolescent radiated sunshine and happiness out of his very pores. There wasn't an overcast sky immense enough to rain on his perpetual parade. As he rounded a corner, he landed his gaze on a spill of dark hair and a tiny frame that could only belong to that of his best friend. It was odd that such a petite and easily excitable Asian girl would be so compatible with a colossal but gregarious Russian brute, but they were two peas in a misshapen pod. Hana's attentions were elsewhere, her back to Viktor, focused on Stewart as she tried to coax his gaze away from his phone screen. A mischievous grin climbed up his face like a gasoline soaked wildfire. Rare was it he could remain inconspicuous enough to sneak up on her, he was so obviously salient, after all. He just had to take advantage of such an opportune moment. In a nearly cartoonish fashion he hunched his shoulders and crept forward, his gate wide but his footfalls surprisingly silent.

Hana, much like her gargantuan companion, was ecstatic about the newsโ€”so much so that she raced out of the dining hall before the Headmaster could read off the restrictions set on the school. All she could think was, "I have to tell Stuart." Of all the muggle pop culture he's told her over the years, dragons were a mythological creature he'd been enthralled with. When he found out that they were real, Hana had been there with him, and they had been in the middle of class. Hana can remember vividly the way he shook in his seat, as if he would explode with glee, casting his gaze on her with utter exuberance as he repeatedly swatted the back of her hand. So as she rushed through the halls in a frantic searched for her bespectacled friend, Hana could only hope to get a similar reaction. She found him reclined against the stone frame of a large loophole in the castle walls, phone in his hand and Clementine in his lap. The feline spots her before Stuart does, meowing in recognition and purring upon her approach. With a smile she reaches out, petting the cat between the ears before she gets her friend's attention. "Oppa, did you hear?"

"No." he says, his voice monotone and insouciant as his thumbs tap away at his phone. It was times like this where Hana wondered just who he was texting all the time. With an exasperated roll of her eyes, she takes the phone away, something no other person in the school would be able to do without facing the immediate wrath of Stuart Twombly. "Would you listen to me?" And he does, sitting up with the epitome of 'I'm waiting' strewn across his features. "There are dragons in Germany! They're close to the school!"

Stuart's eyes widen in intrigue before something seems to catch his eye. Doing a double-take behind thick frames, the muggleborn pays witness to the ludacris sight that was Viktor Ivchenko. That is, he was trying to do some kind of reconnaissance. Perhaps it was the young man's ridiculous broad shoulders or rather his generally large size that made sneaking look comical. Regardless, it made the corner of Stuart's lip twitch in amusement. Hana's brows furrow in confusion, her lips pursing as she sees that the young man's attention is elsewhere. She turns slowly in an attempt to follow it and Stuart immediately averts his eyes, catching Hana's full attention, using getting his phone back as an excuse to turn her body ever so slightly so that her back is completely to the Russian. Then he instigates a verbal tangent, one that could completely hold her attention, all with one inquiry. "Do what now?"

Just before Hana's gaze could land on the mountainous caper, Viktor dove behind a garish suit of armor once belonging to a knight more consumed by avarice than a thirst for battle. He sucked in air, willing himself to be thinner, but no matter how hard he tried, his pectoral muscles seemed to jut out past the beaten steel. Luckily for Viktor, Stuart had the presence of mind and sense of humor enough to recapture her attentions before she could take note of the monstrosity masquerading as a man playing hide and seek with an unwitting partner. With a silent sigh of relief, he resumed his extemporaneous ambush with all the grace of a lumbering giant, furtive and feckless until he was nearly breathing down her neck.

To his astonishment, she hadn't discovered him yet so he swiftly enveloped her into a quixotic bear hug, arms capturing her and holding her in place as he lifted her fully off the ground and 'nommed' at her cheek. "Grrarugh." He mouthed, teeth harmlessly pawing at the side of her face like he meant to gourmandize her. "This Chinese Dragon has come all the way to Germany to kidnap a beautiful Asian princess. Come with me or I will GOBBLE YOU UP!" He roared in his thick accent that blanketed most of his words, laughter tracing the lines of his demand, breath ticking at the nape of her neck.

Hana had only a moment before she was hoisted into the air, letting out a panicked squeal as large arms ensnare her waist. It doesn't take but a moment for her to recognize who her captor is and with it comes a litany of giggles, her nose scrunching up as she playfully kicks her feet, leaning into the touch of her friend's lips as he mockingly chews at her cheek. As their laughter bounces off the walls, even Stuart himself cannot help but smile, pocketing his phone to watch the two blatantly flirt without either of their knowledge. "Oh, let me go Viktor!" Hana says, her voice breathless from the exertion. He places her on the ground just as she asks, their smiles mirror images of each other's own. Turning, the little Korean girl looks up at her friend, craning her neck backwards because of the height difference. "Shame on you-..." she jests, lightly smacking his abdomen, "...-scaring me like that. What were you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked with complete utter seriousness, the mirth on his face still painfully apparent. "I was being a dragon." He looked to Stuart with a thankful expression, happy to have been in cahoots with him if only briefly. "Hey Stewie."

And Stuart has a mini-anneurism at the sound of the moniker, his expression crumbling into a countenance of pure annoyance. "Hiya, Moose." he retorts, putting on an air of faux friendliness to mask his aggravation, earning him a warning glare from Hana. He throws his hands up and stands beside the couple, shoving his hands in his pockets as Clementine nestles herself atop his messenger bag. "Professor Hardwick is probably waiting on me to help prepare for today's lesson. You'll walk Hana to class?" His tone is that of a protective older brother, his gaze hard behind glass lenses as he looks down on him regardless of the height difference.

Viktor beamed with pride, hapless to Stuart's obvious diatribe. His gifting Hana's sardonic friend with a misnomer had been an extension of friendship between the two of them, and little did Stuart know, by awarding Viktor with his own nickname, had he inadvertently solidified the comradery there in the Russian's mind. They were now officially no longer just acquaintances but friends, whether the pale bundle of bone and sass liked it or not. His replying smile was practically radiant. "Gotcha covered boss, nothing slips past this fire breather." Viktor greatly respected the bond forged between Hana and Stuart, it being akin to something of a sibling nature. He mock bowed and offered the crook of his arm to Hana to slip her own through. As per Stuart's request, he'd see she made it to class without incident.

With a heavenward roll of his eyes, Stuart departs, issuing the two a lethargic salute as he turns on his heals towards Advanced Potions. Hana herself is beaming, her smile splitting her face in half as she links arms with the much larger man. Pulling towards the opposite direction, Hana ushers him down the hall, starting up a warm-hearted conversation of equally thick accents that couldn't be coherent despite the way their voice reverberated off the walls.

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Character Portrait: Zara Schwartz Character Portrait: Draven Taunton

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Draven had always been duplicitous. Most of Magdalena knew his nature. But better to whisper behind his back and smile on the other side of their hand though than to oppose him. He had money and connections, his pureblood status and family renound kept him in everyones faux good graces. The pompous sixth year sauntered over to Zara and leaned against the table, elbows braced behind him on it's edge, headless of the curious glances from the Vorne house members. He was a Stark and this wasn't his table, but their families were well acquainted so it stood to reason that they'd be too. She was an attractive pure-blood girl, what was not to like? Besides they had similar enough dispositions. "Listening to these prats rattle on is something soothingly akin to having one's teeth wrenched out." Draven complained, his light English accent tinted with an air of disgust. "I swear I heard one of the professors complaining just now 'One day, the campus is completely bare, empty. The next, there are children everywhere...like locusts. Crawling around, mindlessly bent on feeding and mating. They're worse than the dragons.' I wonder if he ever considered, given his obvious abhorrence of children, that a teacher was not, perhaps, his true vocation?" He laughed, picking a grape off of her plate and plopping it in his mouth. "Dolts the lot of them." He flirtatiously tossed a wink to Zara's friend beside her with enough in front of her to feed a mule. Draven had the quintessential Taunton look; bright blue eyes and hair that shone like a freshly minted copper penny. He would be considered comely were it not for that smile that cut like a knife.

"Can you believe we have to deal with dragons now by the way? You'd think they'd postpone classes in the event one of their sodding students could potentially be flambรฉed." His smile turned into a sneer. "I mean how important is Care of Magical creatures at any rate. Why don't they call it what it really is, glorified grounds keeping." He snorted. "Rules be damned, I'll protect myself if I have to." Draven tapped his cloak pocket where his wand was stashed, meaning to sound impressive.

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Zara is growing tired of breakfast, or rather she's growing irritated by the number of students incessantly discussing the recent news. The first year girl she had noticed earlier has succumbed to her tears, great droplets now streaking down her red cheeks. Other members of Vorne house have gathered around the distressed girl, offering support and sympathy. Zara just wants to gag. She's about to open her mouth to let the girl know that she should take her blubbering somewhere else, when a welcome distraction arrives in the form of Draven Taunton. He relaxes against the table beside her, oblivious or uncaring of the sudden attention his arrival has drawn from the other members of Vorne house. However, none of them say anything, either because they know of Draven's reputation, or of Zara's.

Zara listens to Draven's words with an amused smile on her face. Her irritation has vanished, now that she has someone she can complain with. He too seems to share her view that the amount of whining currently resounding in the hall is painfully infuriating. Although his annoyance doesn't seem to have affected his flirting ability as he casts Lucie, Zara's friend, a wink. Lucie, who had something of a problem talking around any good-looking boys, went bright red and quickly bit into a pastry in order to hide her embarrassment. Zara, who is quite used to her friend's quirks after five years at Magdalena with her, turns her back on Lucie in order to both give Lucie some privacy while she stuffs her face, and to give Draven her full attention.

Draven has a cockiness that Zara has always found attractive, and a similarity in manner that had helped confirm their friendship in the early days. Their parents are well acquainted too and Zara still remembers tedious magical gatherings made slightly more bearable by Draven's company. It also didn't hurt that Draven was physically attractive as well, having a bit of eye-candy appearing every so often did nothing to dampen Zara's mood. Now too she found her mood lifting thanks for Draven's remarks, a light laugh escaping as he calls Care of Magical Creatures glorified groundskeepers.

"I see you're as charitable as always, Draven." Zara tells him, a smirk playing across her face, "I have to agree with you. I've never seen the point of Care of Magical Creatures. But surely if any class is in danger of dragon attacks, Care of Magical Creatures is the best bet. Who knows, perhaps if we are lucky the dragons will pick off a few of the more irritating ones while the rest of us run for the dungeons."

She had to raise an eyebrow at Draven's insinuation that he could take on a dragon himself. Zara didn't doubt that he was a talented wizard, but for her she is perfectly happy to leave taming of the wayward dragons to the professionals. Why over-exert yourself when someone else can deal with it? However Zara is perfectly happy to play along with Draven's bold statement. Pursing her lips slightly she tilts her head, making a show of inspecting Draven. "I suppose we would have to call you some ridiculous name if you took down a dragon. Draven, The Dragons' Dread perhaps? Or how about Taunton the Tamer?" Zara teases, her lips slowly returning to an grin. "Although watch that your eyebrows don't get incinerated. You're nothing without your eyebrows honey."

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Excited - Tired
Magdalena Academy
September 8th
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Ani entered the hall late, as she had accidentally overslept, and the Headmaster had just ended his speech. "เค…เคชเคถเคฌเฅเคฆ shit," she swore and sighed dramatically, it must have been rather interesting, considering the contained chaos that erupted throughout the hall. Of course today was the first night where she had actually slept deeply, the sudden time difference and weather change always messed with her sleep schedule. She was still tired, though not as much has she had been the past couple of days, and though she had planned to look nice to today, Ani had just ended up throwing her hair up into a bun to avoid the annoying task of brushing it, which she never used magic for. She felt as though she looked like she had just rolled out of bed, which she technically had, but shook the feeling of and set forth into the crowded and loud hall. She scanned the sea of students for a familiar face and found Teo easily.

They never had really finished their conversation on the first day back, they had been interrupted by the welcoming speech, so she didn't know his schedule all to well. She walked over and sat down next to him, furrowing her brows in confusion as he ans his friends mentioned dragons. She most certainly needed some clarification if this was what the Headmaster speech was about. it would certainly explain the confusion in the hall.

"What is all this dragon talk about?" She asked, grinning hello at all of them, if there were dragons here that would mean that her Herbology class later this morning would be supervised extra carefully. She didn't particularly enjoy the class anyway, it never was her strong suit, but this would make it even worse. She grabbed some toast and jam. Although she wasn't scared of dragons, she had seen them a couple of times since her uncle worked with them, though they were Indian dragons which meant they were of a smaller, but ferocious breed.

She looked across the hall to see other people's reactions. Since she kept hearing the word dragon over again, she figures that there really must have been a sighting. At the Vorne table she could see Zara and Draven smirking at each other, no doubt planning something or making fun of the others who were panicking around them, she threw a smile their way, their attitude was certainly justified and expected, it wasn't as if the teachers were throwing them out to defeat the dragons in hand-to-hand combat.

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Character Portrait: Vulpecula Ligeia

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The past week had been a slightly bearable day by Vix's standards; She had spent a good deal of time playing with Rostbraun and hiding out with Professor Mortimer, escaping whatever Prefect duties she could whenever she could without being completely lazy about it as well as avoiding the Headmaster like the plague. However, she resolved to make up for it today. She cringed at the thought of any sort of failure coming from her part, excusing last year's trip as a necessity and more of a success considering the loads of things she learned. This year, she assured -- no, promised -- herself, would be far better than all the other seven years. She had even bothered to wear proper uniform that day, albeit continuing to adorn herself with a few accessories; her mother's bracelets, a spattering of studs and jewels in her ears, a bar in her tongue. And her heels. Her beautiful green pumps. There hadn't been a single day when she had looked completely in uniform since the day she arrived, though she hadn't always been caught. Usually when she was it was for her shoes.

She was going to change this year. Sort of.

She looked different today, having changed her jet black dreads into waves and large curls of milk chocolate and adorning minimal makeup. She kept her tattoos covered, her hair down so that the one on her neck wasn't visible either. She had even gone against polishing her nails though she couldn't resist a quick manicure, striping the tips with green. She could try all day and night but she wouldn't, couldn't, allow herself to just be normal. It simply wasn't how she was programmed. Still, she looked professional enough and she felt that it would do fine. At least she hadn't completely disregarded dress code as she had done the first day. She donned her robe over her knee-length pleated skirt of grey, her vest, stockings, and snowy blouse after tucking in her tie.

She had been up before the sun, completing her morning ritual of yoga and bathing, tending to her plants and experimenting with potions before she slipped into uniform and began to prowl the halls with her nose stuck in a book, her bag filled with necessities for class as well as guides for new students who she had noticed yesterday hadn't gotten the hang of their schedule or routes yet. She took care to pay enough attention to others to avoid them this time around, politely greeting those she passed. She soon enough had to put her book away, tasking herself with guiding a group of adrift adolescents who were getting turned around, hazed by some of the older students as they struggled to find their way around through the crowd. It preoccupied her mind and disallowed her to be dismal with depressing passing thoughts as she offered her best smile and assured them that they'd eventually get the hang of it and the other students had meant no harm to the tiny children. She hadn't bothered with attempting to engage them in conversation relating to their studies, figuring she would end up getting carried away and losing their attention with her babble.

Instead, she spoke of Magdalena's extracurriculars and staff as though she were a saleswoman making a pitch or a professor talking to a parent of a potential pupil. Her lack of personal boundaries proved to be of little issue, seeming to comfort some and amuse others as she linked arms with one of them while acting as their guide, patting a few heads while she was at it. They had finally arrived among the mass of other students eating and she quickly directed them to Eden's table, not too far behind them. Adjusting her badge and holding her head up, she turned her head to see that her nettlesome felines were prowling around and begging for a spot of food from her House mates. Shaking her head with a light smile, she fell into silence and stood in a bit of a daze as if not knowing what to do with herself now alone -- Even in the room teeming with other individuals she couldn't help but to feel a mite lonesome.

It was the baritone of the Headmaster that drew her out of her convoluted thoughts, her brows lifting at his speech. She wasn't quite as fazed by it as most, pursing her lips. Dragons were dangerous and not a creature easily tamed. The only โ€œtameโ€ dragons to exist were counted on a single hand weren't quite so much tame as they were conquered, doing their masters' bidding with the expectation of pain being delivered if they didn't comply. Those were dragons working in banks and Vix was among those in her family who opposed such treatment of the massive creatures.

Still, it was puzzling as to why a weyr of Chinese dragons were so far from their homeland and she wondered if they'd had caused any damage yet. Her question was answered just as the thought formed. She wished to send an owl to her brother but it was likely he wouldn't give her answer. He wouldn't want her involved in anything outside of her schoolwork. Besides, it wasn't like he'd be in the know -- Skilled as he was, he was still an apprentice and he worked in the Ukraine. No way he'd know what was going on in China. Her own knowledge concerning dragons was limited to what tales her brother told her of his work, a few dusty books she had read, and the outrage her father brought home about battered dragons he treated at banks. Still, she knew enough that it was queer for the dragons to have migrated so far East.

She gave a sigh as worried chatter rose from many of the first years at Eden's table, offering a quick smile as she spoke up a bit. โ€œAlright, calm down. I assure you that we are perfectly safe here from any dragon. The dungeons are sturdy and capable of holding and protecting us all. Besides, the only fire-breathing, coldblooded carnivore you need to concern yourself with while you're here is Professor Hardwick. If any dragons come by, I'm quite sure his temperament and scowl will send them off before you can say "Shuntbumps".โ€ Her voice was raised enough that her table and a few other tables could hear her, her tone confident and light as she teased to ease the jitters. She earned a few laughs as the tension died down a bit though there were some still, understandably, worried. Quite a few of them had family in Germany and worried for the their safety. Stark students nearby were quick to throw glares at the blasphemy she spoke of their House Head.

Ducking down, unsure if any professors had shot disapproving glares at her words -- if they'd even heard her -- she made her way to a small boy clinging to his sister, both seemingly on the verge of tears. They were from a small town on the outskirts of Germany, bordering France. โ€œWarum gehst du nicht auf einen buchstaben arbeiten heute und senden sie eine eule, um ihre familie in der mittagspause. Ich bin sicher, sie sind in ordnung, liebt.โ€ โ€œWhy don't you work on a letter today and send an owl to your family during lunch. I'm sure they're fine, loves,โ€ she told them. Unfortunately, the harsh German tongue clashed greatly against the more graceful flow of her native Greek language and she never had liked using the language much. It sounded so ugly. She had to speak slowly and sound out the words so that she wasn't misunderstood, fearing that the children before her would take offense at her slow talking.

She gave her best reassuring smile as she wrapped her arms around them and pulled them in tight. They weren't overreacting, of course. Dragons were known to be dangerous and fiercely territorial -- They might not be quite as spazzed if the news delivered hadn't mentioned that the dragons were attacking populated areas and farms. She would spaz too if she had heard that a dragon was flying around Greece off of the reserves, attacking cities and towns.

She was sure that Lidya and Gregorov's family was safe, assuming that the dragons had taken a northwestern flight rather than rounding south then east. If they hadn't reached Magdalena yet then they wouldn't have reached the Kripkes' town. So, she rubbed their arms and shushed them before leaving them to scribble letters of warning and well wishes whilst stuffing their faces. Vulpecula played with her hair for a moment and a half, moving along the table eventually to soothe a few more students, her lack of boundaries not being so strange now as she hugged and patted backs. She began reaching into her bag, passing out maps to those who had yet to navigate the large castle so that they wouldn't get into trouble for showing up late. Some hadn't yet gotten their supplies for class in hand and she encouraged them to do so before breakfast ended, lest they end up in a mad rush for their dormitories to acquire their things, stampeding back through the halls to reach class on time. It always did well to be prepared.

She took her own advice, caring little to socialize with her friends before making her way through the crush of other students as she headed for the greenhouse. She had Advanced Herbology up first with one of her favorite professors. She enjoyed talk of flora with the Aussie Half-Blood and even more, she enjoyed sharing her crossbred plants with him. She had a host of notes of her experiments in her trademark fox bag along with moving photos of some of her more mobile plants. She was recently proud of a plant she had cultivated that served double medicinal properties that helped with her sleeping disability and provided a tasty treat. She wasn't completely sure of its nutritional purposes yet though. However, it did cause a temporary problem with salivation of those who ingested it. She was very careful and timid with her experiments concerning plants, fearing that she might harm the greenery. Still, she was excited. Her cats weren't too far behind, bellies filled with pilfered meat from their morning of begging. They gave happy meows as the greenhouse came into sight.

They weren't the first ones there, having been beat to the location by three others. She recognized them from Herbology Club and gave them a wave as she marched right towards Professor Ludwig, pulling out a small stack of papers with photos attached as she did before immediately launching into discussion as though she had only seen him yesterday. Which, she hadn't. For the first week of school she avoided her extracurriculars with feigned sickness while she had gathered herself. She hadn't participated much in class either other then getting her work done, extricated from even her most beloved professors and subjects. But today she was a woman new, doing her very best to snap back to herself. That came with chatter. โ€œBeen meaning to show you these. I was originally working on a fruit bearing plant to treat angina and dyspnea at once without need for preparation and providing some ease on the taste buds, which I succeeded in, but it came along with some endophytic fungi. The plant is lobelia peculiarem hydrastis sapidum. I got the lobelia seeds from Eastern Africa, which I think carried the fungi.โ€

She proudly displays notes and photos concerning a plant lush with dark green leaves and large bluish-purple berries with cream colored ledge-like appendages growing from the stems near the base of the potted bush plant. โ€œI'm still working on the, uh... The sialorrhea problem. And the... Well, it makes your lips numb. That only worsens the drooling. Still, it has proved effective in treating angina, dyspnea, and low blood sugar. The Silverseal does cause low blood sugar -- but you know that -- however, the lobelia peculiarem counteracts the berberine to stabilize blood sugar levels. I'll admit that i hadn't expected the two plants to cross well with one another but I am glad. I've been working on it for ages. I should have known that the lobelia was the perfect plant to counteract the Silverseal!โ€ The chattering young woman moved both hands, hardly giving the professor a chance to peek at the notes or get more than a moment's glance at the photographs with her excited and animated movements while she explained the usage of her plant. It was hardly extraordinary compared to many other plants out there but she was quite proud of hers because it was hers.

It was slightly forced, her excitement. She was still reeling on the inside. As she had told Professor Mortimer, she didn't know how to handle death. The only thing she had been able to do to keep from dissolving into tears and becoming a nervous wreck was to keep herself busy. Entertaining and caring for Rostbraun and delving deeper into her schoolwork and personal experiments more than usual did the ticket but it had caused her to shirk her responsibilities as a Prefect. She coveted her Prefect position because she saw it to be a testament to being one of the best students. She could not face the shame of having it taken away. A bit of chocolate, a pep talk, and forced conversations had set her morning off in a decent direction. However, she wasn't sure if she could keep up the faรงade. She didn't really want to talk to them. Not the students. Not the staff. She just wanted to lay down. Vix didn't want to cry anymore though. She was fresh out of tears. Not really, but she had used a spell to keep her from crying after going to lunch last week with watery eyes. It ruined her mascara!

The bright teen kept on her brave face, giving the expert of flora before her a most nervous half of smile that favored the left side. She could feel her knees wobble as she wondered if perhaps she was trying too hard. She hadn't actually spoken to him since... Well, last year. Maybe he was disappointed in her for dropping out and spending the last week as a robot, avoiding confrontation with him. Maybe she had hurt his feelings. She liked to think a few of her professors considered her a friend. She seemed to have earlier hurt Emery's feelings when she held back information from him, information she still withheld. Besides the Headmaster, she had avoided Emery the most. She hadn't meant to, not completely. She just didn't want to break. He did that thing, being so nice and comforting. She had never withheld personal information from him because she never had personal information to hide. She was afraid to see disappointment in his eyes. She would surely crack then. It would only be too soon then that he'd blab to somebody even if he didn't mean too.

But why? Why was it such a secret that her mother was dead? Everyone else had family members that died all the time, right? She had consoled a person or two that had lost grandparents, never thinking she'd lose somebody. She always figured she would die before anyone else in her family. Possibly from falling out of a tree. Simply, she didn't want what she saw everyone get when they brought news of death. She had never truly felt sorry for anyone whose family member had passed because that was life, she always thought. And she didn't want that. People would pat her back and look at her like a unicorn with a split hoof limping through the halls and forcing herself to make it through the day. She wasn't the strongest girl at school but she wouldn't let them see her cry. The thought of going a week or even longer with people asking her to talk about it, saying they were sorry and probably not meaning it, asking if she was okay... She didn't want it. But the fact remained that she couldn't continue going on as detached as she was. She'd then be bothered by more questions. The best thing to do, she decided, was to act as if none of it ever happened. Fake it until you make it -- Her grandfather told her muggles said that sometimes. It applied.

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Character Portrait: Keira Lance Character Portrait: Zara Schwartz Character Portrait: Draven Taunton

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Keira had not managed to get more than a few words in with Zara the previous evening, due in great part to the somewhat annoying 'responsibilities' that she has apparently been tied up with due to her newly attained role of head girl. She had, of course, been thinking of the freedoms the title would allow her, but had quite blissfully chosen to ignore the fact that teachers would expect her to actually fulfill duties and be a 'good example' so that 'younger students have a role model' and other rubbish like that. Honestly, Keira had been quite content to tune out half of the lecture one of her professors had chosen to pull her aside for. They apparently feared for the school with Keira being raised as a model student, and perhaps for good reason given that she tends to adore trouble, competition, and the sort of bluntness that most teachers regard as disrespectful. Once again, all rubbish, really, but she still manages to get in trouble for it.

Anyway, she resolved upon waking that she would find, and likely pester, Zara at breakfast. After the announcement about dragons, which manages to terrify plenty of the students and send some younger ones into tears but only intrigues Keira, the head girl stands up and begins to make a beeline towards the Vorne table to grace Zara with her presence. Well, that's the word she likes to use anyway, though perhaps Zara would not entirely agree. Theirs was a relationship built on initial hatred, and the continuing rivalry and friendly mocking is a vestige of that.

Unfortunately, Keira is beat to the Vorne girl by another member of the Stark house, the Taunton boy who might as well not have a given name, for all the individuality he seems to possess. Keira views him as a carbon copy of his family, at least from what she's seen of him, but this might just be her usual kneejerk opinion of anyone who demonstrates prejudice against non-purebloods. No, in fact, it is exactly her kneejerk reaction. She isn't muggle born, but her mother is a muggle, and she'll be damned if she lets others look down on Mrs. Lance, who is honestly perhaps more badass than her treasure hunting husband. In Keira's very biased opinion, anyway.

Coming up towards Zara despite the company she is keeping, Keira leans slightly to the side, most likely still out of Taunton's view since she is behind him, and makes a face that is equal parts amusing and childish. Of course, she is not one to be frightened off by anyone, certainly not Draven, and thus her face is followed by Keira walking up to the table and sitting down on it, effectively making herself taller than Taunton. On purpose? There is a very distinct possibility of this.

"Good morning, lovely. Do you suppose that they'll let me go fight the dragons? I can be the school's champion, it'd be brilliant," she starts the conversation with a grin quite rudely interrupting anything that the two might have been saying to one another. Tact has never been her greatest of skills --she really just relies on the thick skin of others in order to make friends.

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"I suppose we would have to call you some ridiculous name if you took down a dragon. Draven, The Dragons' Dread perhaps? Or how about Taunton the Tamer? Although watch that your eyebrows don't get incinerated. You're nothing without your eyebrows honey." Draven laughed, the sound as sudden as a quail flushed from cover, waggling said eyebrows in a comedic fashion in response. "Are you kidding? They'd have to take more than some facial hair from me to knock me off Magdalena's 'Hot One Hundred' list."

Just as he began to contemplate which of the two names she had awarded him with had more gravitas and was preferred, Keira Lance waltzed up behind him and stole a seat, interrupting the homogeneous pair. "Good morning, lovely. Do you suppose that they'll let me go fight the dragons? I can be the school's champion, it'd be brilliant." She stated with aplomb as though it were factual and not opine.

His brow climbed skyward, surprised that she'd go so far as to ignore his presence so blatantly, it was obvious she didn't mean to address him. "That's rich, a Half-Blood being the champion of the school? That'll happen when Grindylow's fly." Draven replied without provocation in an attempt to assuage his slightly bruised ego by impugning her blood status.

A slight hush fell over the tempestuous crowd seated at the table, all clamoring for last minute second helpings before rushing off so's not to be late for class. It was a bit harsh, even for him as mostly Muggle Borns were the Pure Blood target of choice, but he had no qualms about letting his opinion be known in regards to all of those he considered tainted. It was an axiom at this school that a Taunton didn't go unaddressed or unnoticed.

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His stride could be perceived as that of a man on a mission. With his gaze downcast on his phone, Stuart peruses the empty halls towards his first class of the day. Unlike most, Stuart always skipped breakfast. It was rare for him to ever stick around and socialize, choosing to grab a few on the go items before taking his leave. Most days he ate in solitude, fiddling with codes on his phone, but what most people assumed was texting was actually something far different. Stuart has spent countless hours perfecting a hot spot he's been working with for years so he could amplify his signal strength as well as its range. Having to keep maintenance on half a dozen routers was tedious but he managed given his prefect status. Nevertheless, having to pace the halls at all hours of the night has left naught to the imagination when it comes to Magdalena. He's seen these same halls so many times that looking up from his phone almost seems unnecessary. He navigates the halls with such precision, you'd think he'd be able to do it in his sleep, and he could. Given the chance, Stuart could probably walk blindfolded through the dungeons and describe every crack and crevice embedded in the stone walls with such startling accuracy one would question just how much time he's spent down there. Practically his entire school career would be an understatement. If he's not in his dormitory, he's in Professor Hardwick's classroom dealing with potions or alchemy reagents. Seeing the sixth year wandering these halls was almost as expected as the house ghost that lurked in dark corners, something so residual that many students suspected Stuart's own ghost would simply end up here when all was said and done. Stuart almost believed it himself. With Clementine nestled on his messenger bag, Stuart turns a sharp corner towards his destination, pocketing his phone. It's as though he cannot stand to have his hands unoccupied because the moment he puts away the device, his hand falls to his familiar, running his fingers through her soft fur. She purrs almost immediately, eliciting a private smile out of the stoic muggleborn. Though his robes were becoming riddled with white strands of fur, he couldn't bring himself to be spiteful at her. The two were as inseparable as twins could be, looking out for one another in a way that only friends do. Moving his hand from the back of her neck, Stuart reaches for the door to his potions class only to be thwarted by the sound of heavy footsteps making their way over to him.

Space was always relative inside Magdalena. No matter how many of Stark House had spilled in through the portrait hole after breakfast, there was always enough room for a comfortable crowd, and there was always plenty of couch space for the full and still somewhat somnolent students to sprawl when avoiding class. "Just like the Tardis, bigger on the inside than out." Val mused, as she quickly ducked out of the dungeon room least she be late to first period. She had never been one for breakfast anyway; choosing to skip it as per usual in favor of some extra personal time. That wouldn't have been the case could they learn to serve some decent Colombian brew. She liked her coffee black like her soul, but there was little to no chance she was drinking the swill they served here.

Just as she escaped the comfortable confines of her house chambers, barreling ahead down the hall in her general direction was the well known pundit, Stuart Twombly. They hadn't been introduced, he and Val, but Stuart was notorious for his technological advancements in the otherwise luddite school. She abruptly moved to truncate his path with relative ease, not bothering with pleasantries or even a courteous amount of tact. "You're the Wifi guy, right?" She questioned unabashedly, her thick accent decidedly sharp and caustic."What's the password?"

Turning toward his housemate on the balls of his feet, cocking a brow at the abbrasive manner in which he was addressed. "Yes-..." he says, a man of many words as always. "Where's my payment?"

"Payment? You charge for a password, that's extortion." She balked, her hands finding her hips in an vexatious manner. She was sure he must have possessed a substantial amount of guile if he was able to bleed every Facebook fiend out of their hard won money. But to her, it was well earned and deserved if he actually could supply the students with a much desired connection to the outside world. She drew herself to her full height, intrepid as always and posed her next question. "How much?"

With his lips parted in retaliation, it comes as a surprise to Stuart when her contempt was so short-lived. Very rarely did he comes across students who didn't try and put up a fight when it came to paying. Which, to Stuart, was utterly annoying. If he was to pay for the upkeep, why shouldn't he get something out of it? From what he could tell, however, the young witch before him seemed to rethink her original hatred. "Fortunately for you, I've lowered my rates to a galleon every other month." There's a jostling on his shoulder as Clementine leaps off of her perch, taking confident steps towards the young witch to sniff at her ankles. When the feline doesn't hiss, Stuart's curiosity is peaked. Clementine, for Stuart, was his buffer between those that could do him harm and himself. She had an eyeโ€”or rather noseโ€”for a person's character and their blood status. More often than not, if someone was of pure blood, she would recoil from them. However there have been rare instances, like with Hana, where blood status didn't matter. For Stuart it was only a matter of deciphering his familiar's complacency, deciding for himself whether or not this classmate was worth his time. "What's your lineage? If you don't mind my asking-..."

Valentina rooted around in her saddle bag for a galleon to spare, her focus momentarily derailed by a quadra-colored feline offender taking care to nose around her boots. She refrained from shooing the cat away so's not to offend its master, but to say she hadn't at least fleetingly contemplated nudging it back across the hall with her foot would be outright deceitful. Val wasn't much of a cat person. She idly wondered if the familiar was too sizable to be scooped up and carted off by her precious Vencedor, her own familiar who was a Great Black Hawk native to Cuba that's presence was invariably accompanied by a sudden disappearance of all the local neighborhood pets.

Just as quickly she extended her hand to deposit the coin into his own, she precipitately retracted it on principal. "Follar en serio?" She acrimoniously cursed, her profanity painted in her mother tongue. "Why do you care, perra? You got a problem selling to a muggle born?" Her dark eyes narrowed, galleon now buried in her clenched fist, expression supercilious and full of hubris. "No, I'm a pure blood but like Hell you're gonna get my business with your elitist crap. Vete al infierno." Val spat, suddenly resolute to turn her back on him and set to cracking the code to the connection herself if only just to spite him. It wasn't as if it d be some impossible feat, she was fairly capable of any technologically related task that she set her mind to. Stuart's attitude mirrored that of the very same people who her parents had left the Germany for in the first place, the reason why she had grown up in Cuba amongst muggles and a lack of overall magical influence.

As the young witch huffed and turned, Stuart suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "How could I have a problem with providing a service to muggleborns when I am one?" he called after her, but he wasn't sure why. In retrospect, he couldn't hold it against her for having the reaction she did. For a moment he can almost hear Hana nagging him in his head, telling him how rude he was being. Stuart was never really good at phrasing things in a way that wasn't considerably rude to other people, so it went without saying that things like this happened to him often. When she stops in her tracks but doesn't turn, Stuart exhales a sigh, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose before he elaborates the intention behind his inquiry, "I asked you about your lineage because most purebloods don't take interest in muggle technology. Clementine doesn't particularly take kindly to them, either. She likes you though-...for whatever reason." His sentence drifts off towards the end, more so directed at his familiar than the witch. Clementine responds with a chipper meow, swishing her tail against the stone floor happily. His lips twitch at the corner almost reluctantly before he folds his arms across his chest, steeling his expression, "So do want the password or not?"

Val arched a meticulously groomed brow, turning to face him with some hesitancy. If she hadn't known better, she'd be inclined to believe they were very eerily of a similar temperament. Not so great with social exchange, but both generally quite adept in some form or other of mechanization and additionally altogether cynical, recalcitrant, and wary of other people. She hadn't many friends at Magdalena despite her 'overtly sunny disposition', insert sarcasm here, but then again, she hadn't the opportunity to get to know this lanky techno-file checked with moles just yet. She gave him a once over before nodding stiffly, and at long last, relinquishing the payment before she dug her Nexus 5 in white out from her jean pocket and unlocked it for him to input the password. She flashed a conspiratorial close-lipped grin at his calico before she spoke again. "I happen to be very technologically predisposed, thank you very much." She mentioned rather pointedly.

Without a word he takes the phone, going into the settings and tapping away at the on screen keyboard with ease. It was nothing like is Nokia Lumia 920 in that it had a much more minimalist charm but it was highly dependable device and easy to use. Suffice to say, he was a little impressed that she had something like that considering all the mainstream products he's seen roaming the campus. He lifts his gaze as she speaks, a private smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he gives her a nod of recognition. "I can see that." Stuart goes into her contacts then, making a new one for himself without putting a picture to the name, giving her his phone number before closing out of the application. "If you have any other devices let me know. I'd be happy to put the code in for you." Handing it back to her, Stuart discreetly pats his messenger bag, coaxing Clementine onto her perch where she promptly sits.

She knew well enough to recognize how loosely applied the term happy had to have been, he didn't appear all that elated, but still, at any rate, she'd have to tell him about 'The Beast.' "I do have a laptop of sorts...it's back in my dormitory though. Think you might be able to meet me in the common room later? Like say, after dinner?" Val was a pragmatic individual, she knew it had to be done, but she wasn't exceedingly eager to show her pet project off to a virtual stranger, no matter how austerely genuine albeit off putting this muggle born guy seemed. However, not having internet access on her dismantled Frankenstein PC would be inconceivable.

"Yeah," he replies easily, surprising not only himself but his familiar as well, "I'll stop by before prefect duty. Around eight-thirty?" Clementine seems pleased with idea if the constant motion of her tail is anything to go by.

"Sure." She impetuously replied, the whole exchange leaving her with the sensation of it being somehow oddly significant. "Well, I have class so I'm gonna jet." Val shuffled off after that, ready to wash her hands of the brusque quid pro quo. Only did she toss an aberrant glance over her shoulder after Stuart was well out of view.

With a simple nod he watches her go, thinking to himself and mulling over the peremptory exchange in his mind. To any onlooker it would seem out of character for him to pause, but there was something about the witch he couldn't put his finger on. He wanted to know more, pursue his curiosity and find out everything he wanted to know. Clementine catches him, placing her paw on the back of his hand. Stuart meets her knowing look and he huffs a laugh, telling her to be quiet before finally opening the door and slipping into the dark, dank space that was Professor Hardwick's classroom.

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Character Portrait: Keira Lance Character Portrait: Anita Kapoor Character Portrait: Zara Schwartz Character Portrait: Matteo Lanzo Character Portrait: Draven Taunton

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Zara gives a derisive snort as Draven mentions the 'Hot One Hundred' list. Modesty is one trait that appears to have bypassed Draven completely. Of course, if one were to look at Zara's own personality one would also find a distinct lack of the trait. "I wasn't aware that we had a list, or even enough heart throbs to make up one hundred." Zara replies, "Twenty perhaps might be a better estimate of this school's male population. But I'll allow that you would make the top five." She's just teasing now, playfully denying Draven the top spot.

Zara's attention is drawn away from Draven by the arrival of another of her friends, Kiera Lance. Kiera and Zara have not always seen eye to eye, in fact there was a time when the two were bitter rivals. However, time and perhaps a better understanding of the other, has seen the two become friends. Zara may still feel the odd competitive pang around Kiera, but that hasn't stopped her from enjoying the other girl's company. Right now Zara is rather pleased with Kiera's arrival as the pair haven't had much of an opportunity to catch up yet. Kiera takes a seat on the table, proclaiming that she can be the school champion.

Before Zara can reply Draven does. Zara well knows Draven's prejudice against muggle borns and isn't too surprised to hear him insulting Kiera based on her blood-status. While Zara herself is purebood she prefers to discriminate people based on their personality, appearance and so forth. Blood status has little to do with it in her eyes, she's just as likely to trip up a pureblood as she is a muggleborn if they get on her nerves. However, while she herself is slightly less prejudiced than Draven, she has yet to admonish him for his views. So, while she might not actively bully someone based on their ancestry, she rarely steps in to put a stop to it.

"Such drama and it is still so early in the day." Zara says. She places a calming hand on Draven's shoulder, while glancing up at Kiera, "Don't mind Draven, Kiera, he's just crushed that you didn't compliment him on his hair." Zara turns her attention back to Draven. Her hand brushes an imaginary piece of dust off his shoulder as she adds, "It's looking lovely by the by, and did you work out over the holidays? You can definitely tell." It's one part an attempt to mend his wounded ego, and one part gentle teasing. Both Draven and Kiera are strong individuals. She has no doubt that a battle of wits between the two would be an interesting affair to watch, Zara suspects that neither would back down without a fight. While that would surely be entertaining, and Zara is still questioning whether she'd attempt to step in if it came to blows, she also knows that in the middle of the Great Hall is not the ideal location for it.

"You two make a girl feel so safe." She says a moment later, removing her hand from Draven's shoulder and holding it over her heart in a mock 'damsel in distress' fashion. "I know who to call if those dragons come calling. It is exactly what I would expect from Stark's Head Girl and Magdalena's own top one hundred hottie."


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There is definitely something to be said with regards to a warm breakfast. Nothing quite hits the spot like bacon and eggs washed down with a side of fresh, pulpy orange juice. Most people are aware of Matteo's mountainous appetite, perhaps only rivaled by the 6th year Lucie (Zara's friend) from Vorne house. His appetite and love of food is the reason his sisters nicknamed him Grasso from a young age, and the reason all of the elves in the kitchen know him by name and vice versa. He knows that he only has to ask his favourite elf, Bringles, for a particular item and the elf will have it ready for him in the blink of an eye.

Even all this talk about dragons does little to dampen Matt's appetite and he's halfway through his colossal meal when Anita Kapoor takes a seat beside him. She apparently has missed the announcement that dragons have been spotted in Germany, but has easily caught on to enough gossip floating around the hall to know that something regarding dragons is up. Teo happily takes it upon himself to fill his friend in on the gossip, "Headmaster just announced that Chinese Dragons have been seen in Germany. All outdoor classes will be heavily supervised and we're to run screaming to the dungeons if we see a dragon flying towards us." Teo's embellishment brings a grin to his face.

He's only slightly perturbed at the thought of having more supervision at Care of Magical Creatures. He hopes all the extra supervision won't put off the animals. Some species don't like large crowds and some of the creatures that are regulars to the class, those that live on the grounds with the CoMC's teacher or in the forest, have only just grown comfortable with Matteo. He'd hate to think what a sudden rush of strangers would do to the more jumpy ones. Then again, he suspects that a dragon attack would have far worse consequences than a couple of supervising teachers. "You know, I don't mind this whole supervision thing... just as long as they don't spook the animals." He says to Anita a moment later.

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Zara hastily attempted bridging the gap between the head girl and Draven, rather optimistic that she could prevent a fight by doling out some compliments. It had to be difficult to balance with one foot on either side of the proverbial fence, precariously straddling the razor sharp line between the two friends. Draven himself was fairly pleased though that she harbored more regard for his temper than Keira's as she chose to praise his physical appearance solely. His blue eyes flicked over to the Half Blood and noted her vacuous expression, opting to let sleeping dogs lie. It would be a fight for another day, he supposed. He was simply too pretty to stay angry. He might wrinkle.

Draven flashed his schoolmate an indolent, salacious grin. "Of course, if there is a Hot One Hundred list for the men of the school, you must know there is one for the women as well." He tapped his temple with his index finger lightly, one of his brows giving a slight arch as he did so. "And as one of the top most ranked individuals of said list, this soon to be dragon slayer has the privilege of knowing just where you ladies sit on your version. It's classified information, however, if you are exceptionally kind to me, it very well might be incumbent upon me to let you in on the well kept secret." Draven stated monotone, teasing them with the offer.

His expression turned cheeky as he swipped Zara's drink and took a swig before rising to stand with a stretch. The man had little to no regard for other people's personal space or possessions; he was like some insolent, contented house cat who ruled the roost and quarreled with the other pets, taking ownership of all the furniture by raking his claws down the side of it. "At any rate, I haven't time for your worship just this second. If I'm not off now, I'm going to be late for class." He slid a sideways glance a Keira and frowned. "Isn't it like, a sin or something, for a headgirl to be tardy? Don't you get demoted for that sort of thing?" He hooked his arm and extended the bow to Zara. "Walk with me? You're pretty much done with your food anyway, and if I leave you, who would protect you from a potentially life threatening dragon attack?" The victorious expression he wore then was a petty one.

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Character Portrait: Keira Lance Character Portrait: Zara Schwartz Character Portrait: Draven Taunton

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The moment that Taunton, the prat, decides that the best comment to be made towards Keira is one about her blood status, the young woman's eyebrows shoot up. Playfully knock at her skill, she will only respond jokingly, confident that she is more than competent. But attacking a person's heritage is not something Keira is all too fond of accepting, especially from a wealthy, privileged pureblood like Draven. Some part in the back of her mind muses, Well at least he isn't racist, but this is precisely the same thing in the Wizarding World, and the thought is more sarcastic than anything else. Not that there aren't students here who manage to be both racist and blood-bigots, of course. There will always be insufferable twits, no matter how lovely a place otherwise is. It's something Keira has learned to accept, though she is far from complacent about it.

Keira is about to make a snide comment, probably something to do with the fact that he's more snake than dragon and might be better off slithering home, or something along those lines, when Zara cuts in. It is clear that the girl is trying to stop a fight before it starts, rightfully so given that Keira and Draven are both capable of being some of the more dangerous members of the student body if provoked, but Keira's eyebrows remain up. She looks at Draven with the sort of curious displeasure that one might use while observing a stranger vomit, or a grotesque creature previously unseen. Her gaze adds a very slight smirk, or perhaps the beginnings of a grin, to its arsenal, even as Zara decides to try and placate Draven over Zara. Taunton might interpret it one way, but to Keira it is a sign that Zara believes Keira less of an egomaniac. Her temper is no less dangerous for this, of course, but it luckily is able to simmer away. Were it not for Zara, she might have been prompted to challenge him to a duel already. Plenty of people, muggleborns and halfbloods alike, might have rallied behind her for this.

Keira's smile grows once more, as she seems almost ready to chuckle at Zara's little act of a damsel, knowing the girl to be far from it indeed, "What's Taunton going to do --make eyes at the dragons until they go away? Please." Keira responds dismissively. The arrogant side of her does not view him as a significant threat, not when parted from his wealth and influence. Behind the money is an average wizard, as far as she's concerned, and Keira decides to let it slide for the first day of school. She supposes the Head Girl can't be starting fights on the very first day, after all.

Not the sort to be concerned with appearances, she is less than impressed with Draven's comment about telling them where they lie on the 'hottie list' or whatever nonsense he's spouting. Were they friends, she might have found the comment amusing. As it is Draven, she merely finds it boring.

"If it were, they wouldn't have chosen me," she responds breezily, before looking at Zara. It is a good thing that her rivalry with the girl had evolved into a friendship, or else these two would be absolutely sickening to Keira. "I hope you'll keep your wand out --he's likely about as useful as a porcelain flower vase. See you at dueling club, yeah? I've got to get to Charms."

She glances once more at Draven, giving him a critical sort of once over before laughing lightly to herself, her thoughts going unstated but the fact that they only dismiss him further clear, before departing from the duo to head off to Advanced Charms.

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Character Portrait: Emery Wyrwyk Character Portrait: Kim Jae-Sun

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Emery sat in a daze for most of the day, making it all the way through breakfast without even saying the smallest comment, this was unlike him. He idealized images of sparkly red dragons you occasionally saw in illustrations or heard of kung-fu films, even in Muggle Studies once or twice, but all that was too good to be true especially if they were actually attacking people in Europe. It remained a mystery to Emery how heโ€™d react in the special case that the school was attacked, whether heโ€™d be completely frightened or totally entranced, it was a fifty-fifty chance with him.

Potions was much more interesting than it ever had been, students shared stories of โ€œencountersโ€ with dragons or at least that of what a distant relative had. Emery himself didnโ€™t have much to offer, but he found listening to be quite easy and before he knew it class was over. Even the hallways were spoiled with excitement, and it didnโ€™t look like the staff was liking it. The Polish boy fought his way to Herbology and he, for one, got a taste of bitterness that the professors likely experienced everyday.

Any and all students with outdoor classes would have to wait in the entry hall to be chaperoned on their way. Emery had almost missed the crowd of kids heading out to Advanced Herbology due to the hallway traffic, but that was probably just his bad luck.

Herbology was different, Professor Ludwig seemed off and not as outgoing as he so naturally was. All the teachers felt a little on edge about the whole thing, but Emery hadnโ€™t paid much attention, what with imaginary dragons flying around his head. He had been eyeing Kim the whole period, until he finally wadded up bundle of weeds and aiming for the Korean boyโ€™s head. It probably wasnโ€™t the most thoughtful way of getting Kimโ€™s attention, but nonetheless it worked.

Jae was dutifully listening to Professor Ludwig's instructions for the day's lesson, which would be one of the more hands-on ones. He figures this is to warm everyone up for the year by beginning with something more involved. Besides, it may serve to distract from the whispers of hostile dragons that even the upperclassmen are not immune to.

He was about to begin following the Professor's example when a sudden thud hit against his head. It was soft, but easy to identify almost immediately as he felt the projectile fall apart. Not heavy enough to be dirt, he realizes immediately that someone has probably thrown weeds at him. Somewhat irritated, but more confused than anything, the young man turns around, ignoring the weeds still clinging to his hair, and quickly makes eye contact with Emery. Of course it would be the Eden boy.

Still, Jae's frown is replaced with that small smile, because despite their chaotic first meeting and the fact that Emery finds throwing things at people an acceptable way to attract notice, the two are close friends. Emery occasionally forces Jae out of his shell, and the young man appreciates this more than he lets on. There is a reason he likes to have outgoing friends --they make up for that which he lacks.

He makes a motion to wave Emery over, because the spot next to him is in fact empty, and he'd like for Emery to take it. He may be comfortable in silence, but Jae enjoys company more than people might think.

Friends were more than enough to keep Emery distracted throughout the day, but Kim was probably one his favorite distractions. Emery always had too many questions on his mind, whether they be personal or just random facts that Jae probably knew at one point or another.

It was hard not to giggle with such a perfect view of Kim's reaction - though it was really the lack of an immediate response that the Eden boy found so very funny. He slipped a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter, glancing in either direction towards the students around him. It took the Vorne a moment to decide what he should've been feeling right up until he met eyes with Emery. There was a split second where Emery caught himself mid-thought, doubting Jae-Sun would return the smile he gave so willingly, but Jae was always there to prove him wrong.

Emery gladly left his place to maneuvered the maze of cluttered and disoriented students, arriving beside Kim, his grin much broader than before. When he settled down, he finally got around to asking, "How are you?" while at the same time picking some leafs off the back of his head. Emery hadn't had the chance to talk with Jae the first week, and he was going to pass up the first chance he got.

They'd be working on the flower beds today. All the students had been cramped up in the classroom the previous week, Ludwig teaching them the difference between various plants, poisonous or not. Now they'd get to do a more hands on experiment over the same subject. There was bound to be a least one student who accidently pricked his or her finger on a flower of some kind and had to be sent up to the nurse's for treatment, Emery was just praying it wouldn't be him in the wake of all the excitement.

Jae raises an eyebrow at Emery's almost laugh, but his smile remains all the same. His first meeting with the Vorne student had been enough to give him a good idea of Emery's personality, and if he had a problem with it, there had been ample opportunity to back out before the friendship began a year or two ago. However, he had liked his fellow student, despite the contrasting aspects of their personalities. Of course, his favorite people often are more outgoing and sociable than he, for he admires in others what he personally lacks(?).

"Wondering what I've done to deserve weeds in my hair, actually," Jae responds, but his smile and the lightness of his tone make it clear he harbors no ill will over it. He's been friends with Emery long enough to not be irritated with such things. In fact, it's almost endearing, the little antics. When they don't risk serious harm, anyways.

He hopes his voice has not been lost in the murmuring and talking of other students, but the two are standing rather near each other so it is likely Emery can hear him. Jae glances over toward the flowerbeds, which were slightly overgrown, perhaps because Ludwig had been gone for part of the summer, and no one cares for them as expertly as the Herbology professor, predictably.

"Please don't give cause to go to the clinic," he adds, not entirely joking, to Emery. Apparently their thoughts had been in line. Realizing he has forgotten his manners, Jae's look of distracted concern is replaced by a smile once more. "And how are you? Daydreaming of dragons, I suppose?"

Emery's beamed at Jae's response, even if it could have been viewed as possibly negative. It seemed like the comment about his physical wellfare even made him want to laugh. The Eden was far to positive for his own good, a total glass half-full kind of guy, but perhaps he could pull it off in such a way that he didn't come across like the pretentious little git he would have been if he were anyone else.

"You know me all too well," he replied between chuckles. Sooner than later, the class was directed to sit down in front of the flower beds and begin taking notes, but Emery was too enthused by the company of his friend, too occupied to dedicate much thought into the structures of poisonous flowers.

For how long they'd be in school, his accent had already dulled into a cultural mess of all sorts of dialects, mostly from friends and occasionally teachers. This was mostly cleared up because of his slowly shifting partial to actually pronouncing the 'th' sound in some of his more commonly used words.

"Yes, the dragons have been on my mind." Emery gazed down at the flowers from beneath his eyelashes, though it was obvious he wasn't making any observations at this point in their conversations. "What do you 'dink of the situation?" He asked.

Emery might be perfectly happy to ignore the beginning of lessons, but Jae is not the sort of person to easily do the same thing. Thus, while he attempts to politely listen when the Eden boy continues to speak, Jae is dedicating at least three quarters of his mind to the lesson at hand. It's slightly difficult to manage both, but it shouldn't be too hard for him to get back into the loop of the lesson if he completely drops off of it.

He is sketching out a rough image of one of the plants, and labeling it with very neat handwriting, when Emery asks his thoughts on the dragon situation. His hand hovers, stationary, above the drawing as the young man considers this himself. After a brief moment, he begins sketching once more. "I think there's more to it than the faculty would prefer us to know, and understandably. We wouldn't want to cause panic among the younger students, certainly," he says finally, writing something about the uses of the pollen of a certain flower in the margins of his notes.

"I do think, certainly, that you shouldn't try and go after one, Emery," he adds, stopping now to look at Emery. He doesn't want to appear so grim about it, but sincerely worries that Emery, ever the optimist, will do something reckless and hurt himself. Jae is forever trying to prevent such things from happening to his more careless of friends.

Sticking out a lip in faux disappointment, Emery nodded. It seemed like Care of Magical Creatures should have set him up for this sort of thing - eventually. Emery knew siblings of others in the school who worked taking care of dragons in fantastic countries, so he didn't see why he couldn't amount to that, and where could he get better practice than meeting a dragon in person. After all, Chinese dragons were intelligent beings, weren't they? Know commonly as gods. Emery spaced a bit just picturing it.

Once he snapped out of his trance, the grin returned. "Your worry is quite humbling," he replies, in an overly cool way. This could only mean that Kim's warnings had gone through one ear and out the other - and it would have likely given him more ideas than he had before.

Soon, Emery began sketching along with him. He had the habit of idealizing the prominent features of the plants in his sketches until they became caricature of the what they actually were, but still (...) usually getting the concept across. Unfortunately, his hand writing compared to Kim's was total chicken scratch and his organization next to awful. It was sort of remarkable the Eden was even in advanced herbology, because it frankly was the only class he did well in.

Within a few more minutes, his brown eyes were already fixed on something other than his worksheets. It was Kim, of course, he was staring at Kim and trying to remember what he was originally going to ask. The Korean boy had soft features, mesmerizingly so, as it turned out. Emery had to remind himself of what he was trying to bring up.

"Right - what did you this break? Went home I assume!"

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Zara is successful in helping to prevent a magical fight between her two friends, although other factors might also have come in to play besides her own comments and she would hardly credit herself completely with keeping the peace. Still, she's rather pleased with herself and is happy to laugh along at both her friends' comments, even the ones poking fun at the other. Draven's mention of a female 'hottie list' has her rolling her eyes too, although the ever present smirk on her face seems to reveal her amusement at the idea of such a list.

"Darling Draven, I know exactly where I stand on that list and I must say, I'm honoured to top it." She retorts with a wink, flicking her hair back over her shoulder. Truthfully Zara has never heard of 'the list' before, and, as with the Male Hot One Hundred, believes it to be a figment of Draven's imagination. But she's happy to play along, besides she's fairly confident that she would rank fairly high on any real list.

She watches as Draven helps himself to her drink. She is accustomed to Draven and his complete misunderstanding of personal space and possessions. While the quirk might put other people off, Zara has rarely found it troubling, and on the odd occasion where it becomes a problem she's never had any hesitations about letting Draven know. And, if she were being completely honest Zara would admit that she's not always the best at respecting other people's possessions either.

Draven, at any rate, seems to have had enough of Zara's drink and stands, offering her his arm in a gentleman like fashion. She let's him wait a moment as Zara turns her attention to Keira. Keira warns Zara to keep her wand on her, comparing Draven's effectiveness in a battle to that of a porcelain vase. Zara chuckles, and then nods in answer to Keira's question. "Ja, I will see you there. Save your first duel for me and we'll be able to see who got sloppy over the break." Zara says, doubting that Keira would have let her skill slip at all but not being able to hold back the light teasing. While the two girls might not be rivals anymore, Zara's competetiveness She gives Keira a cheerful salute as she leaves, before standing and linking her arm with Draven.

"I will see you in Herbology Lucie." Zara says in farewell to her friend, who is still eating her hearty breakfast. Then, turning her attention back to Draven she sends him a mocking smile, "Lead on Dragons' Dread." Zara gives a quick gasp, her free hand flying up to cover her mouth as she corrects herself, "Or should I now call you my porcelain vase?"

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