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Eithene N. Carmody

The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.

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a character in “Modern Magic and Martinets”, as played by TaniaSoulEater

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|| Time And Space || Down || I Am Human || Youth ||




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Eithene Niamh Carmody


|| AGE & CLASS YEAR ||
17 | Sixth Year


|| BLOOD STATUS ||
Half Blood


|| HOUSE ||
Vorne


|| DIALOGUE COLOR & THOUGHT COLOR ||
#847CA5 | #9F0A48





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❝Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.❞ - Oscar Wilde





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|| STRENGTHS ||
  • Intuitive - she knows some things instinctively. Her gut sense serves well.
  • Cautious - she's always careful, always vigilant.
  • Good thinker - she has the ability to look at situations from all angles and draw conclusions as to what is the best choice.
  • Patient - she has a good temper.
  • Quiet - she's a good listener.

|| FLAWS ||
  • Hesitant - she sometimes acts as if she has all the time in the world, and cannot make snap judgements easily.
  • Knowing - because she's so quiet, people often overlook her presence, and she knows what you're talking about. There are no secrets with Eithene around.
  • Perfectionist - her environment needs to be neat and she has to look her best, all the time.
  • Superstitious - she likes to observe old superstitions and folk tales.
  • Controlling - she likes to take charge, so things don't go wrong.

|| LIKES ||
  • Colours - she likes black, silver, and purple.
  • Nature - she enjoys being out in the open, where everything is bright and alive.
  • Accessories - she has an eye for fashion, and likes to have little bright pins, or bangles, or pendants.
  • Drawing - she carries a sketchbook around with her, and likes to do quick sketches of scenery around her.
  • Soda - it's her weakness. Also chocolate.

|| DISLIKES ||
  • Rain - she doesn't like being trapped indoors, or having water splashed on her.
  • Gracelessness - she prides herself on being pretty and elegant, and doesn't like breaking the image by stumbling.
  • Dogs - they're large, loud and intimidating.
  • Crowds - too many people, it can be quite overwhelming for her.
  • Children - just the small ones who won't stop screaming.

|| FEARS ||
  • Astraphobia - she is deathly afraid of thunder and lightning. It's why she stays indoors, pulls the curtains shut.
  • Failure - what if she's never as good as she could be? Potential is good, but living up to it is everything else.
  • Old age - she never wants to lose her looks or her mobility.

|| GOALS & AMBITIONS ||
  • To be a good student - for now she'd like to focus on her studies.
  • Opening a shop of her own - she'd like to run maybe a confectionery, or a tea shop, or even a bookshop.

|| SECRETS ||
  • Her sister haunts her - she sees her everywhere and she can't seem to understand what she wants.
  • She could have been her sister's killer - she's afraid it may have been her fault Keelan is dead.





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❝I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.❞ - Sarah Williams





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|| BIRTH DATE ||
24 September

|| PERSONALITY ||
Eithene spends most of her time being sweet to everyone. It's hard not to like her, as she constantly makes an effort to be friendly and warm to everyone, and treats everyone as though they're a friend. She enjoys being around people, and interacting with them. She's also a very optimistic person. She prefers to look on the bright side of life, turning every downfall into something to express joy over. She is happy most of the time, and allows herself to be carefree. She's an idealist, always dreaming about her future, though never really doing much to achieve it. She sets high goals for herself and achieves them easily, having lots of confidence in herself. She is more than a little confident in herself, being slightly vain and trusting a lot in her instincts.

Eithene works well with people, and is a great leader. She also enjoys art, and has filled many sketchbooks during her free time between classes. She has many drawings of girls that look like her, and little children, and is more than protective of her art. It's when she's the most vulnerable, sometimes crying quietly on her own while her pencil moves relentlessly over the paper. If you look carefully, you can see the spectre that haunts her, but most of the time she's smiling and lovely to everyone. She believes mostly in being kind, happy, and caring for the people around her.

For all her knowledge and instincts, though, Eithene enjoys being on her own. She likes to just go outside, spend a quiet afternoon sitting in a tree drawing or by a window, letting the sun fall on her face. She likes quiet places, and working on her own.






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❝You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.❞ - Mae West




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|| ORIGIN ||
Enniscorthy, County Wexford, Ireland

|| HISTORY ||
Eithene's childhood, as far as she can remember, was spent mostly in her father's dusty old bookshop. Although their family was well off, they kept to themselves, in a little house on the edge of Enniscorthy. She would spend all day, trailing after her father, watching the dust motes swirl through the shafts of light falling through the window, helping her father shelves books and archive them. She never really loved reading, but her father taught her all about literature, and showed her how to draw. Their usual schedule would consist of this - father and daughter, one tall and all angles, the other tiny and plump, moving around the library, taking down books and listing their titles, or just flipping through the pages, the child often breaking the silence to ask questions only children can ask. Then they would have lunch, squashed together on the counter, and take a walk down to the field near their home to flop down among the flowers and draw. Eithene's mother never made an appearance - she preferred to stay at home, cleaning or baking or sewing or just remaining in bed.

As Eithene grew older, she went to a school down in the city, and walked the three miles there and back on her own. She still spent most of the day either in the old bookshop or down in the fields, still with her father. He saw much potential in her art, and made the mistake of telling her mother - she immediately sent Eithene for art classes, which took much time out of her day.

And then one morning Eithene's mother took her aside, handing her a letter, and it struck her just how much her daughter had grown. She handed Eithene a letter, explaining about the magic in her blood. Her father understood, he'd known all along. But this magic was her mother's downfall, he explained, passing Eithene another document later when they were alone in the book shop. It was a birth certificate - and a death certificate for the same person. She'd had a twin sister, Keelan. Her mother had gone through too much pain giving birth to them, she was told, which made her lose control of her magic, fatally wounding the second child. This was why she couldn't bear to look at Eithene, to gaze upon the evidence that there was ever another child that might have been, that she killed.

Eithene never told her mother she knew. She left for Magdalena, carrying this secret. But she knew, and knowledge is a thing that eats at your insides until there's nothing left. Ghosts can haunt people too, and she started seeing a girl that looked like her - except that she was translucent, had a hole where her heart was, and never said a word. Eithene has never been able to shake her off.

|| FAMILY ||
  • Father - Finn Domnall Carmody
  • Mother - Carey Derval Quinlan Carmody
  • Sister - Keelan Alannah Carmody (deceased)





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|| FAMILIAR ||
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Eithene has a pygmy owl she's named Savannah. Savannah is ridiculously noisy, and can always cheer Eithene up. She finds it hilarious how the owl makes an attempt to be serious at its familiar duties, and yet resembles a tiny puff of feathers most of the time.

|| WAND ||
12", maple and unicorn hair, pliable and light.





Portrayed by || TaniaSoulEater

Face Claim || Holland Roden



So begins...

Eithene N. Carmody's Story

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On the morning of September the first, all students arrive at Magdalena early and eagerly, just in time for breakfast. They’d all greet those they hadn’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 it’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 it’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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Location // Magdalena Academy, Germany
Date // September 1st

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Although Jae does look forward to the return the Magdalena every year, as it is the location of many of his friends and a place where he can escape the heavy pressure put upon him by his family members who are just "looking out for him", he is slightly less fond of the plane ride which takes him from South Korea to Germany. At least he isn't taking a train across the continent, for that would take days, and while the empty time to spend reading would be enjoyable, it comes to a point at which he grows tired. One plane ride and a train ride after being loaded onto a plane by a mother telling him to do well in his NEWTS and a father reminding him of his brother's achievements several years prior, the young man has arrived at his school. His back aches from sitting on poorly padded seats and leaning over books, and his eyes hurt because he had lost his glasses at some point between the plane and the train, and his spares were hidden away in his trunk. Not to be deterred from reading, one of his only pastimes during the trip, Jae had merely squinted at his books. While he doesn't regret his choice, the headache pulsing in the back of his skull is a less than happy consequence.

Another downside of the first few days of travel, one that Jae may have forgotten, is the crowds of people rushing to reunite with friends whom they haven't seen for the summer. Head down, he quickly steps out of the way of people before they even notice he had been in their path, effectively rendering himself ghost-like. Such light-treading is as easy as breathing for the young man, as he has been doing his best to avoid attention since he was a small child, and first realized that people are terrifying. Well, perhaps not terrifying, but certainly intimidating for the most part. A lot of things are intimidating for an overly cautious, undeniably cynical, and painfully shy sort of person.

Being named a prefect for the Vorne house is one of those intimidating things, because Jae can already picture how spectacularly he'll fail at it. It's not that he isn't a good student, in fact his behavior and grades perfectly justify his position. He doesn't lack confidence, which is also something that the headmaster is known to value.

Well, he doesn't lack confidence in his own abilities, anyway. Confidence in speaking to others would be another matter, and there the problems lie. More likely than not, he will not muster up the courage to try and discipline any students, even little 1st years, in words anywhere above a whisper. He'll see what they are doing, and won't be fooled by lies, but won't possibly be able to reprimand them properly. The very thought of it makes him nervous, in fact. He's never had a problem trying to interfere in the bad behavior of friends, but strangers is a very different matter indeed.

Putting the thought out of his mind, though only temporarily for he is the sort to dwell on things, Jae takes a seat at the Vorne table and joins his peers in eating. He sits beside Eithiene, one of those with whom he has managed to form a friendship with due to initiation on her part, and gives her a smallish sort of smile in greeting. The food looks delicious, as always, and he is happy to dig in. That being said, about halfway through the year he will likely begin to miss Korean food, as this happens every year.

"How was your summer?" he says softly, so that likely only Ethienne can pick up on the words. His Korean accent is always thickest at the beginning of the year, after spending the summer at home. Still, his English is significantly better than it had been six years ago, as is his German. This is one of the reason his parents had elected to send him to the German school rather than an Asian Wizarding school --so that he might improve his English and learn another Western language.

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The worst thing about going was leaving.

Eithene stood at the doorway of the bookshop, looking at her father. Dust motes danced around her in the growing light, and she realised that she was growing to be almost as tall as him. A slight pang of longing - for what, she couldn't tell - struck her heart as he struggled with her gigantic suitcase, its wheels clattering noisily against the wooden floor. Her mother was nowhere in sight, probably upstairs resting, as usual.

"Come on, dad. I'll take that." Her voice was a little thicker than usual, and as she hurried to take the suitcase from his hands she hoped fervently he wouldn't see her cry today.

"You'll miss your bus. Take care of yourself, girl," he admonished, one hand reaching up to ruffle her hair affectionately. "Your ma and I will be just fine. Write to us." Eithene nodded, and gave a little start as she heard the bus trundling up the street. Reluctantly she heaved the suitcase out of the shop, one slender hand waving at the bus, hoping the grumpy old driver wouldn't admonish her for flagging him at the last minute.

"I love you, dad." A quick kiss on the cheek, and then she was done, having whisked herself into the bus. Finn Carmody shook his head. "Love you too, child," he muttered to the air, fighting a smile back.

Eithene touched down in Germany some hours later, and arrived in Magdalena with no trouble at all. She wandered into the great hall, taking in the sight of hundreds of chattering, excited students, and for the first time since she'd left home, a smile touched her lips briefly. She made her way to the Vorne table, craning her neck to see if any of her friends were around yet.

The sight of the food, however, really set her off. Oh my stars, I'm starving. Thank goodness for the kitchen staff.

There would be time to look for her friends later, she decided, filling her plate. She was vaguely aware of a presence beside her, and turned, dreading the worst, but it was Jae.

"Jae!" she exclaimed, managing not to spew food over the dark-haired boy. Grinning, she flung an arm around him, squeezing once. "So great to see you. My summer was great, I got a lot more drawing done. How about you?"

It was great to be back, she remembered. This was home too.

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

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Jae smiles at Eithene's cheerful exclamation of his name, glad to see the friendly witch again. That is one thing to be missed about going back to South Korea in the summer --all of his friends at Magdalena. People live much too far apart for little visits over the summer, even if one uses Floo networks and the like. Thus, he must make do only with letters from friends, and as his Summers tend to be rather busy with the muggle courses his parents insist he take, even letters are far and few between. He finds being at school more relaxing than being at home for summer vacation, actually. The teachers don't put as much pressure on him as his parents do, after all, and there is no one comparing him to his elder brother. It is in many ways a far more pleasant environment, that much is certain.

Jae responds to her half hug with one of his own, one long arm tossed over her shoulder with an affectionate squeeze of a hug. It might be surprising to some how easily Jae deals with the invasion of personal space when it comes to friends, given how different it is from his reactions with others. Everyone has some sort of sign of their preference of one person over another, and Jae's indications of friendship are found in skinship and more frequent words from the typically silent boy.

"You'll have to let me see them, then," Jae responds with a smile, though he'd never push very hard about looking at a person's drawing. He knows enough from personal experience that passion for something does not equate tolerating other people trying to push their way into the viewing room.

"Mine was alright. Some of the muggle classes were interesting, though their science and our magic is conflicting all the time. Makes it hard to focus," luckily, his parents have enrolled him in more economic and math type classes than science ones, so he can minimize his exposure to the fact that magic breaks plenty of the muggle laws of physics and reality. He imagines that muggleborns must have a good deal of shock when they find this out upon arriving at Magdalena, although perhaps their studies at that point have not gone in depth enough to cause too much of a conflict.

Kim Jae Sun reaches out and pours himself a glass of orange juice. He's never been much for pumpkin juice, though most of his friends, and even family members, seem to be crazy for the stuff. But then, he doesn't much like pumpkin pie either --perhaps he just has a taste aversion to all things regarding the gourd. As he goes to take a drink, the boy's glasses nearly slide right off of his nose. As a result, only fast reflexes stop them from falling off into his food. Jae pushes them up the bridge of his nose and tilts his head upwards very slightly, as though fearful of a repeat occurrence.

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Eithene couldn't suppress a grin at Jae's affection. She knew the boy was typically rather shy, and being able to draw him out of that shell, encourage him to reach out voluntarily, was a good thing in her eyes. She wasn't typically one to dictate her friends' lives, but if Jae had a girlfriend she hoped the lucky girl would be able to bring the best out of him.

"You still take other classes outside of Magdalena?" Eithene chuckled. "You really do like to learn, don't you?" She shook her head, remembering the days she'd wasted away under the sun. The call of the bookshop and the field was just too strong, and she knew the field would not last long - it was very likely a developer would build a factory on the site. She'd already seen people in official-looking suits wandering around the fields, nearly trampling on her a few times. "You've got to motivate me, Jae, I'm way too lazy to study for my exams. What'd you learn?"

She retracted her arm from around Jae's shoulders, nearly elbowing his glass off the table when he set it down. Luckily, her instincts worked fast, and she managed to wrap slender fingers around the glass, damage minimised to a bit of juice slopping over the side. "Sorry," she mumbled, but she knew it wasn't pure clumsiness that'd caused the accident.

A few tables over, almost hidden by the shadows cast by the velvet curtains that hung by the windows, a translucent girl lurked, smiling sadly at Eithene, raising her hand to wave at her. Keelan. Eithene was sure no one else had spotted the girl, but it didn't matter. She slid the glass back over to Jae, unable to drag her eyes away from her sister's gaze. "Sorry," she muttered again. This was mostly to Keelan, but could have just as easily been to Jae, if nobody knew what was actually capturing Eithene's attention.

She turned to her friend, managing a smile. "I'm so clumsy nowadays. Dad told me I misshelved three books just last week. I guess I'm just really nervous about the exams coming up, yeah? I bet you've got them all in the bag, you're so smart, but I've really got to work on my Potions. Professor Andrews was giving me tons of dirty looks in class last year, I was so afraid I would set something on fire," she babbled, grasping at the first subject she could find, hoping her cover wasn't too transparent. Keelan was a subject she would rather not talk about, the guilt of her death still weighing heavy on her own heart. Out of the corner of her eye, Eithene saw Keelan frown and shift her position, twitching the curtains a little.

How am I supposed to help you?

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Location // Magdalena Academy, Germany
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Eithene seems relatively impressed with the fact that Jae continues to take Muggle courses in the summer, perhaps because it is a rather rare thing for pureblood families to involve themselves with anything to do with muggles, outside of working in muggle related fields for the ministry. The Kims are thus a phenomenon, and are made so perhaps due to their very large appetite for wealth and influence, which cannot be completely satiated by what they have through the wizarding world alone. It is because of this that they stand as one of the few families to have a foot both in the muggle and the wizarding world, despite having very few muggle-wizard marriages in the branch families.

Jae frowns slightly and shrugs, for while he does enjoy classes at Magdalena, learning in muggle classes does not really engage him nearly as much. It just feels strange to sit in there, knowing himself to be the only one in a group to have magical powers. It makes him feel somewhat uncomfortable, though it really should not. "Abeoji and Eomeoni make me take them, I prefer the classes at Magdalena by a long shot," he confesses, shoulders now pushed forward slightly as they had stopped mid shrug. It gives him an awkward sort of posture, but he doesn't seem to notice at all.

Besides, his full attention is quite immediately grabbed by Eithene knocking over his cup. His hand, by instinct, shoots out, but she reaches it first, avoiding a mess just before it is made. A little sigh of relief, a breath Jae hadn't realize he has been holding, escapes. The clumsiness is not atypical for the girl, but the strangely distracted and dejected way in which she apologizes certainly is. Jae's brow furrows in confusion, and he catches her briefly glancing past him. He finds it difficult not to pick up on such things and become curious, and thus turns his head to try and follow her gaze. His eyes are not fine tuned to the sight of Keelan as Eithene's are, for he does not know her, and thus he cannot see what is grabbing her attention. The ghost girl is just out of sight.

Turning back around, Jae gives her a look half quizzical and half concerned. "It's fine, it was just a glass. Are you alright?" Eithene seems to merely wave off his concern, calling herself clumsy and smiling, quick to push the conversation onwards. But the smile is not quite as genuine as it had seemed before, Jae cannot help but notice. He tries not to frown.

The little scene will likely dwell in his mind for the rest of the day, but for the moment he is willing to push it away. Eithene likely would deny it, given how she has just breezed over it. "I've got studying of my own to do, actually. Don't want to overestimate myself. I'm sure you'll be fine --and I can help you out in Potions, if you need it. It's one of my better subjects," he offers, smiling once more. Eithene is still visibly distracted. It's impossible for Jae to ignore it, of course, but he does at least have the tact to not bring up what she would clearly prefer to hide.

Perhaps he'll find it out later, on his own, but Jae is a very far cry from pushy when it comes to the secrets of others. In fact, the only thing the typically quiet young man can manage to be 'pushy' at is trying to keep friends out of trouble. Most of the time, his advice is ignored and he ends up having to go along with them anyway, in order to minimize the damage.

"How is the bookshop doing, then? Quite well?"

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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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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.

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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 nobody’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 couldn’t even recall seeing the sun once during the first days of school. Nonetheless, the alumni kept the homecoming festivities rolling, but it wasn’t long until a gloom began to settle. It wasn’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 ”UFOs”, 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.

“'Professor Decimus Wendell Hawthorne,'” 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. “'And to all whom it may concern at Magdalena Academy of Magical Education.

“‘It is to my dismay that I inform the wizarding communities of Germany and nearby settlements about the recent sightings of Chinese dragons. I’m afraid I have no personal knowledge as to why they’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 aren’t known to act up as we’ve seen this past week, attacking farms, and increasingly populated places.’” Hawthorne trailed off, dropping the letter down on the podium and tightening his jaw.

“As you all know, and it goes without saying, the school will be carrying out lockdown procedures. I understand that this isn’t how any of you would like to start your Monday, but it looks as though we haven’t got any choice.” 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. “This means herbology, and other outdoor classes, will be heavily supervised, and dungeons will be utilized if those dragons come too close for comfort.”

The Headmaster, gazed down at the letter that sat before him, but he only nodded as if just agreeing with his decisions. “So, all that is left to say is enjoy your breakfast.” 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 wasn’t shaping out to be a good one.