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Anita Kapoor

"To change the world we must first change ourselves."

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a character in “Modern Magic and Martinets”, as played by fading-into-eternity

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'full of grace' 'descendant of the moon'
|| Nagada Sang Dhol || Kabira || Ilahi || Subhanallah ||




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|| FULL NAME ||
Anita-kumari Kapoor

|| AGE & CLASS YEAR ||
16 - Sixth year

|| BLOOD STATUS ||
Pure Blood

|| HOUSE ||
Eden

|| DIALOGUE COLOR & THOUGHT COLOR ||
#e3a033 | #da8eff



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โIn a time of destruction, create something.โž -Maxine Hong Kingston





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|| STRENGTHS ||
Diligent . Faithful . Knowledgeable . Lively . Mature . Resolute . Stead-fast . Humorous

|| FLAWS ||
Absent-minded . Loud . Sarcastic . Outspoken . Short-tempered . Emotional

|| LIKES ||
Spices . Sunflowers . Singing . Tea . Summer . Dance . Wazwan . Rogan Josh . Sunlight . Astronomy . Sarcasm

|| DISLIKES ||
Rain . Silence . History of Magic . Loneliness . Crying . Dogs . Beef . Ignorance . Racism

|| FEARS ||
Loneliness is not something that Anita is used to, in fact, she has been surrounded by people throughout her life. The thought of utter and complete separation from people scares the hell out of her. She is also quite afraid of dogs after being attacked by one when she was young. She doesn't mind the small ones but she never allows larger ones near her.

|| GOALS & AMBITIONS ||
Anita wishes to use her knowledge of wizardry and Indian culture to create an Indian school of witchcraft and wizardry in Kashmir, where she is from. She hopes to combine both of her cultures into one and share them together.

|| SECRETS ||
Anita's family was never very appreciative of her love for magic, in fact, just to get to this school she had to lie to her parents and tell them that it was an all girls boarding school for dance. She even stole some money to be able to attend. Lately they've been getting suspicious of her school and Anita hopes that no one will find out all that she did to get the money to come here. Let's just say it wasn't very traditionally appropriate of her and no traditional Indian man would ever marry her anymore.




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โThe fruit of your own hard work is the sweetest.โž -Deepika Padukone





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|| BIRTH DATE ||
June 12th

|| PERSONALITY ||
Though Anita was raised in a traditional Kashmiri household, she has always been more than just a stereotypical Indian girl. At first she comes off as shy and quiet, but her laugh gives away the fact that she loves to be loud when she can, though she is considerate of others. When she is around other people, there is almost always a smile on her face, mainly because she wants to hide the fact that she is insecure and afraid. It isn't often that she lets her guard down around people, even with her best friends.
Anita is flirty if she wants to be, and is always there to make sarcastic comments and make people laugh. She loves seeing others smile, it makes her feel good about herself. She asks lots of questions, always eager to learn about other cultures and ideas, and will certainly say if she disagrees with you, though her mother told her not to do that. She is also always willing to share more of her own culture, often wearing traditional clothing.
She always completes her work and is very focused on doing so, often giving up meals and sleep to finish things. She is loyal to both her family and her friends, though sometimes disagreements arise, and her decisions never waver. Anita is clear and concise about what she wants and rarely changes her mind. She is mature most of the time, unless she is tired or with very close friends, and she can handle the hardships that help her get through life on her own, though usually she cries alone, not willing to share her sadness and only ready to make others content.




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โAll who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a twin.โž -Lord Byron




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|| ORIGIN ||
Vale of Kashmir, India

|| HISTORY ||
There aren't many Indian Pureblood families left, so for Anita to grow up as one was a privilege. She was born in Kashmir Valley in India and has lived there her entire life with her parents and little sister and the rest of the Purebloods of the family. Ani spent most of her time in school. outside, or dancing and singing all of which she still loves. Her parents and sister were and are educated by a small all-Indian school of magic used only for Purebloods, but Ani wanted to travel the world and learn new things to become an independent witch when she was just ten. Her parents strongly disapproved of this decision and refused to give her the money or support, so she did things her own way, earning money in a bad, dark place with strange men, showing how truly desperate she was to leave. She has never actually told anyone this, and usually mentions that her family supports her.
When she received all of the money she needed, Ani told her parents that she wad going to an all-girls school of dance and magic, which they somehow believed, and sent Ani on her way, anxious about her going so far. She lied about the tuition and pays for it by herself, only owning a few uniforms and mostly wearing her traditional clothing that she brought from India. She rarely buys things to save money. However much she has struggled to achieve her dream of attending this school, it has been worth it. Ani doesn't regret a single second and hopes that this year she can start her planning to build a school of wizardry in India.

|| IMMEDIATE FAMILY ||
Masara-vati Kapoor . Mother . Alive . 42 . India . Pureblood
Hasan-dev Kapoor . Father Alive . 53 . India . Pureblood
Jarul-prabha Kapoor . Sister . Alive . 13 . India . Pureblood




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Tulip is Anita's familiar who she has had all of her life. Her life has been bound to Anita's through an old Indian tradition and so Tulip will live as long as Anita will, never aging. Anita takes Tulip with her everywhere, even at school she sometimes carries her through the halls.

|| PATRONUS ||
Markhor

|| WAND ||
11.5" Maple and Phoenix Feather, Unyielding




Portrayed by || fading-into-eternity

Face Claim || Deepika Padukone



So begins...

Anita Kapoor's Story

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Character Portrait: Emery Wyrwyk Character Portrait: Robyn Adams Character Portrait: Eithene N. Carmody Character Portrait: Vulpecula Ligeia Character Portrait: Gideon Blackwood Character Portrait: Anton Dietrich Character Portrait: Keira Lance Character Portrait: Stuart Twombly Character Portrait: Anita Kapoor Character Portrait: Kim Jae-Sun Character Portrait: Zara Schwartz Character Portrait: Amelia Morrow Character Portrait: Arthur William Graymund 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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On the morning of September the first, all students arrive at Magdalena early and eagerly, just in time for breakfast. Theyโ€™d all greet those they hadnโ€™t yet had the chance to see and from there breakfast commence. Whether or not the lot of students got any rest usually depended on their compatibility with trains, which was inevitably unlikely. All students boarded at different times and different places, but they all arrived at 8am on the dot.

ImageProfessor Hawthorne announced the arrival of the first years as the rest of the diverse school sat munching, to which they sorting ceremony began. Magdalena had itโ€™s own special way of sorting students into their houses. Though it seemed rather average or rudimentary, there was an enchanted basin placed at the end of the long line of first years. From there, they would draw their house, and go to join their tables pridefully.

Each table was dressed neatly in itโ€™s house color named boldly with a banner lined in gold and silver, a glowing mist emanating around all the dishes and plates that floated and rotated so that everyone could get a bite. Not only did the tablecloth glow as brightly as the plates did, but it would almost play with the children. Pleasing them with thoughtful images of animals that best described their actions or their houses, and blasting the occasional first year in the face with what looked like an abundance of glitter.

Once the frayed nerves of the newbies died down, the students would surely be reintroduced to their new home know as Magdalena Academy of Magical Education.

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Anita sighed deeply as she stood next to the train on the platform near Magdalena. She hated sitting for so long, it had been awful. Since she didn't particularly like planes it the first place, the nine hour plane ride had been harrowing, she'd nearly thrown up a few times. She had imagined that it would become easier to get used to airplanes as she got older, but she suspected that it had actually gotten more difficult and frightening. She would have rather gone by broom. And then there was the fact that Germany's time was three and a half hours behind India's time, which was strange since she seemed to have lost six hours, or gained them? she could never remember which. She stretched to crack her back after the seemingly just as long train ride, which had made her extremely tired and grouchy. It felt as though she hadn't slept in days, even though it had only been several hours.

She had of course had to leave insanely early in the morning, in fact her mother had woken her up around one in the morning and had forced her to dress groggily into a pretty half-saree that her mother made for her first day back. Anita had tiredly tried to explain that they wore uniforms at school, and she wouldn't have that much time to change, but she didn't have enough energy to actually change her clothing, and so she allowed her mother to dress her. This had made travel very strange, she felt the stared of many non-Indians when she boarded the train in Germany, as if they had never seen traditional Indian clothing before. She had frowned and ignored them, but she could still hear the women talking about the beautiful colored cloth and interesting culture that she possessed as if she was some museum piece.

She hadn't slept on the train, only on the plane after she had gotten rid of her family at security. When she had settled in her seat and take-off had already happened she slept, though not deeply, but it was sleep all the same. On the train she looked longingly out the window, shifting every once in a while to get comfortable and eating the chickpeas that her sister had packed for her the night before. They were cold but still just as spicy as she liked them to be. Anita supposed that she would have sto save them for as long as she could.

As the conductor had told her, her bags were being placed in her room at the moment. She yawned and found Tulip, who had strategically placed herself on her shoulder, Anita smiled at her.

"เคนเคฎ เค…เค‚เคค เคฎเฅ‡เค‚ เคฏเคนเคพเค เคนเฅˆเค‚," She said to the small rabbit in Hindi, though it wasn't technically the language of Kashmir Valley her family had always spoken it."We're finally here." She began to make her way up to the school, hopping into one of the carriages joyfully. She had exactly fifteen minutes to change into her uniform and get to the hall. "เค“เคน เคฌเค•เคตเคพเคธ," she said. "Oh crap," looking at the pocket watch in her small bag as she arrived at the grand entrance hall. She jumped out of her carriage and shot through the halls to her dorm room, not stopping for all of the confused younger student's stares of confusion at the strange Indian girl tore through the halls.

She arrived at her room and quickly stripped, not bothering to fold her half-saree and throwing it onto the bed in haste as she struggled into her black pants and collared shirt. She ran down the stairs while throwing on her robes and making sure that Tulip was in her pocket, heading towards the great hall. she entered in a rush and made her way quickly over to the green Eden table, a broad smile appearing on her face as she noticed Emery and the back of a familiar girl's head. She sat down at the bench across from the two older students and huffed a sigh of relief.

"Its nice to see you again, Vix," she whispered across the table in a Hindi accent and then turned her head and began to gather food onto her plate, realizing how hungry she was.

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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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Anita sat content at the Eden bench as Vix and Emery chatted together. She wasn't listening in too hard, figuring that it was their own business. She buttered her toast lightly and looked around for the strawberry jam, which she had grown fond of during her stays in Germany. She loved its sweetness. Locating the jar, she spread some onto her toast, then took a bite. Ani leaned back and sighed contentedly, Tulip crawling out of her pocket a bit to assess the Hall.

She loved it here, really and truly. There was so much energy and happiness circulating throughout the room, with the aroma of breakfast in the air. The constant chattering of the students calmed, her, and she immediately remembered that this was her second home, one where she could be herself. she couldn't imagine being anywhere else at that moment, and instead ate her toast while focusing in on different conversations. The mix of different languages jumbled themselves in her mind, so she found the conversations in English, since not many other people here spoke Hindi, and her knowledge of German was rusty at best.

"I got a new broom, me dad gave 'er to me..."
"Thank goodness I can talk to you, so much has happened..."
"Look at this..."
"I'm excited to start classes..."
"How was your summer?"
"Can you believe we are already back?"

"Sicily gets crazy busy in the summer months," she recognized this voice, she realized, and turned her head towards it, smiling brightly. Matteo sat farther down the table, conversing with a somewhat familiar looking Eden boy. The boy stood to move to another table and Ani saw as Teo looked around for others, noticing her and waving. She smiled and waved back, laughing as she watched him concentrate back on his food as usual. She picked up her toast and stood, smiling at Vix and Emery as she walked down the table a bit to sit across from the Italian boy.

"เคนเฅˆเคฒเฅ‹, Teo," she said, Hello, Teo. She held the toast in her hand and took a small bite. "It seems that you haven't changed a bit, other than your tan," her voice was laced with humor and she caught her Hindi accent slightly, trying to make her English clearer. Tulip poked her head out of Ani's pocket again and Ani pulled her out and placed her in her lap gently, smiling at Teo, who ate across from her.

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A smile splits Matteo's face as Anita Kapoor takes a seat opposite him. The Indian girl is always a welcome sight and, having not spoken with her in sometime, Matteo's glad she's made the short trip down the table. He returns her greeting with a nod, hastily attempting to swallow his mouthful of food in order to speak. He ends up half choking on the large mouthful and has to wash it down with a glass of water. If his mother had seen that display she would have flicked his head and told him to take smaller bites, while his sisters would have made jokes about his constantly hungry stomach.

Finally, the boy is able to talk. He grins at Anita's observation about his tan. Stretching his arms out to get a decent view of them himself, he observes that she's right, Teo is several shades darker than when he'd fare-welled Ani at the start of holidays. Of course, he did have the added advantage of having naturally olive skin to start with.
"It's hard not to get tanned where I'm from." Teo replies with an easy shrug, "Especially when you spend your whole summer lazing on the beach or showing lost tourist girls around town."

He hadn't spent the whole summer doing nothing. He'd helped out at his mother's veterinarian clinic when he could, earning a bit of extra pocket money and experience. He'd spent a several days delighting his sisters with stories of Magdalena, meeting their various boyfriends and their boyfriends' families, visiting old friends... then there had been the large dinner parties that seemed to occur every second night. Music, food, friends and family, dancing. Matteo would happily tell anyone who listened that no one knew how to throw a dinner party like Italians. Especially when the summer nights grew warm enough for the dinners to be moved out under the stars. The amount of eating he did too should have resulted in him gaining 10 kgs, at least, every summer. But, as his sister's often bemoaned, he never seemed to put on any weight.

"How were your holidays?" He asks Anita as he picks up another two pieces of toast. He grabs some bacon, a spoonful of eggs, and anything else that grabs his attention, making it into one magnificent sandwich. "Did you go to any weddings?" He asks, a seemingly strange question for a teenage boy to ask. But, ever since Teo had first heard about Indian weddings; the lights, the dancing, the music, the elephants on some occasions, he'd been hooked. His oldest sister's best friend is Indian-Italian and recently got married. He and his whole family were invited to the festivities. The whole event had been amazing. While Teo would proudly claim Italians as the masters of the dinner party, he'd happily admit that Indians know how to throw weddings.

As he waits for Anita to reply he sinks his teeth into his sandwich, taking a smaller bite this time in case he needs to speak again soon. He's already made a fool of himself once in front of Anita, he doesn't need to make it twice in five minutes.

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There was an unusual and awkward pause as Anita gathered her toast, Vulpecula watching the pretty Indian girl go to sit with a boy she somewhat recognized. She screwed her face into an expression of absolute concentration before she finally recognized Matteo. However, her thoughts of him weren't what one would call pleasant. He was muggleborn and a dimwit. Vix wasn't exactly completely prejudiced towards non-purebloods, but she didn't see his purpose of attending any Wizarding School. She was sure that he most likely would fail his N.E.W.T.s, surprised that he had apparently made it past his O.W.L.s. He was a pretty boy with a pretty face and a gentle heart but that was about as far as the appeal went with him. She was no stranger to his lack of intelligence by her own standards and couldn't help but to take some form of offence. Not because she thought he was stupid, but because she happened to intrude on his History of Magic class after having forgotten her book for her Charms class a couple times and each time she went to retrieve it by the grace of her Head of Eden House, she noticed he was either staring off into the distance or making magic airplanes float about.

Had he been a pure-blood goofing off, she wouldn't have cared too much. They grew up learning these things and their parents would always tell them what great wizards and witches they were kin to. But she got an impression from Teo that he didn't care where his magic came from, how he got it, or why, just that he had magic. She felt it was a disrespect to their culture and he had no right to goof off after he had been whisked away from the incredibly boring life muggles lead and brought into a world that muggles could only write and dream about. She felt that muggleborns, more than anyone, should pay as close attention as they could in their classes.

But she would never say so aloud to him or anyone.

Pure-blood she may be, she wasn't intolerant and her discrimination was very selective. She didn't dislike any form of wizard or witch or see them as lesser than her and other pure-bloods. Sure, then majority of her friends were pure-bloods of prominent families, but she had a variety of other friends on the spectrum of lineage. Not many muggleborns, okay. So, perhaps, she was a bit more judgemental towards some of those raised in the muggle world. She could defend her claim to such an attitude by pointing out that she only disliked those who were idiots or ungrateful of their abilities and what doors they opened.

It had nothing to do with their blood status, that she would say. However, against her case, she had never actually tried to help Matteo or get to know him so she didn't know if he was trying hard and simply lacked the mental capacity. She had no personal experience with him outside of him goofing off in class while she passed through. Some might say it was hypocritical of her, that she condemned his carefree antics while she herself had incited a small riot or two in class and played hooky every once in a blue moon. She would defend her case with the fact that she could afford to. Her grades weren't at jeopardy.

As usual, she seemed to give far too much time to a passing thought and had lost herself with an internal debate, not noticing she had been staring at Anita and Matteo for so long that her vision had gone blurry. She blinked rapidly to clear her vision through her glasses and set her cat down, shooing him away before offering Emery a gentle smile whilst she placed a hand on his shoulder. โ€œLypรกmai, agapiฬฑtรฉ,โ€ she apologized with a soft laugh, referring to him, as she did with most people, as dear. Her mother did that too. She parted her lips once more to ask him how his summer was, letting her hand rest on his shoulder still as she looked him directly in the eyes with a gentle stare.

Most people would be creeped out by the invasion but Emery was one of the few who didn't mind and she didn't think he knew how much she appreciated that. Or maybe he learned how much she appreciated and valued his friendship when she attacked Zara four years ago at the mere mention of a slight bit of teasing. โ€œTell me, how was your summer? Exciting, I hope! Surely you missed me while having your adventure?โ€ She teased him lightheartedly and poked his nose playfully before retreating back to her muffin and apple, often casting him a glance as she listened for his tale.

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September 1st

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"It's hard not to get tanned where I'm from." Teo replies with an easy shrug, "Especially when you spend your whole summer lazing on the beach or showing lost tourist girls around town."

Anita smiled at this, she had only visited Italy once, and it had been in the winter when she was very young, but she had always wanted to go in the summer.

"I'm sure they just wanted a handsome Italian man to rave to their friends about, you're still not as dark as me though," she laughed jokingly at the thought of tourist girls fawning over Teo.

She of course had enough hot weather in India, but the idea of Italy in the summer seemed so romantic and beautiful. Teo's voice brought Anita out of her thoughts.

"How were your holidays?" He asks Anita as he picks up another two pieces of toast. He grabs some bacon, a spoonful of eggs, and anything else that grabs his attention, making it into one magnificent sandwich. "Did you go to any weddings?"

She chuckled at his enthusiasm for Indian weddings, and finished her toast quickly, wiping the crumbs off the side of her mouth. Her summer had been rather uneventful as opposed to others that she had before. She had worked on her dancing and played the harp, having dinner with her entire family nearly every night, which was normal. "My summer was okay, with the usual restricting parents thing," She sighed, thinking about how her parents had not let her go out with her friends as much as she would have liked to, they had even made her attend some wedding meetings. เคตเคฟเคตเคพเคน เคฎเฅ‡เคฐเฅ€ เคฎเฅŒเคค เคนเฅ‹ เคœเคพเคเค—เฅ€. Arranged marriage will be the death of me.

"My aunt Nalika married a wealthy businessman, the wedding was so elaborate. I wish I had pictures to show you and, yes they had two elephants," She knew that he was fascinated by the elephants. "The dresses were so beautiful, I'll have to invite you to the next one," she smiled at him.

Anita looked up to glance around the room to see if anyone else she knew had arrived, she saw Eithene talking to Jae over at the Vorne table and then turned her head, finding Vix to be staring at Teo rather pensively. She wondered what was going through the girl's mind, since she always seemed to think so thoroughly about things, instead of calling out to her Anita turned her head back to Teo.

Perhaps he could travel and see India with her, it was a possibility, he would certainly love it, that she knew. Of course there was the issue that her was male, and not Indian, so her parents would never let him in the house and they thought that she was going to an all girls school, so that would be a problem, and with the issue of cost factored in, she sighed deeply. "On the other hand, since that could be really hard, I could just bring pictures," she said, knowing that he knew how her parents were, well, he knew half of it.

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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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September 8th




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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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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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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.