Introduction
|| Hello and welcome to the Magdalena Academy of Magical Education ||
CTMT; Cas & ibecameinsane
|| Status ||
| Character Slots Full | Not Accepting | Posting |
|| Credits ||
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.
|| 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.
|| Schedule ||
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.
|| Plot ||
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.
The main objective is for all students to live out their schedule as normally as possible.
House of Dominance
Task-Oriented ● Outgoing
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|| Results || Direct || Competitive || Choleric ||
|| Valentina Herrera || Pure Blood || 17 || Cuba || FC: Lindsey Morgan || Taken by Mistress of Disguise ||
|| Draven Taunton || Pure Blood || 17 || England || FC: Chase Crawford || Taken by Mistress of Disguise ||
|| Keira Lance || Half Blood || 18 || England || FC: Antonia Thomas || Taken by Miss Nomer ||
|| Stuart Twombly || Muggleborn || 17 || America || FC: Dylan O’Brien || Taken by ibecameinsane ||
House of Influence
People-Oriented ● Outgoing
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|| Enthusiastic || Friendly || Optimistic || Melancholic ||
|| Matteo Lanzo || Muggle Born || 18 || Italy || FC: Luke Pasqualino || Taken by Cloud ||
|| Anita Kapoor || Pure Blood || 16 || India || FC: Deepika Padukone || Taken by Fading-into-eternity ||
|| Vulpecula Ligeia || Pure Blood || 18 || Greece || FC: Tatiana Maslany || Taken by Little Fox ||
|| Emery Wyrwyk || Pure Blood || 16 || Poland || FC: Josh Hutcherson || Taken by Castiel_Told_Me_To ||
House of Compliance
Task-Oriented ● Reserved
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|| Accurate || Cautious || Contemplative || Phlegmatic ||
|| Eithene Carmody || Half Blood || 16 || Ireland ||FC: Holland Roden || Taken by TaniaSoulEater ||
|| Arthur Graymund || Muggleborn || 16 || England || FC: Arthur Darvill || UP FOR ADOPTION ||
|| Zara Schwartz || Pure Blood || 16 || Germany || FC: Willa Holland || Taken by Cloud ||
|| Kim Jae-Sun || Pure Blood || 17 || Korea || FC: Lee Min Ho || Taken by Miss Nomer ||
House of Balance
People-Oriented ● Reserved
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|| Sincere || Patient || Modest || Sanguine ||
|| Viktor Ivchenko || Half Blood || 17 || Russia || FC: Kellan Lutz|| Taken by Mistress of Disguise||
|| Robyn Adams || Half Blood || 17 || America || FC: Alexandra Daddario || Taken by GrimBones66 ||
|| Hana Cheon || Pure Blood || 17 || Korea || FC: Arden Cho || Taken by ibecameinsane ||
|| Dmitry Krutikov || Muggleborn || 17 || Russia || FC: Michael Socha || Reserved by Wispy ||
|| Last but not least ||
|| Prof. Decimus Hawthorne || Unknown || Half Blood || Hart House || Headmaster || Germany || NPC ||
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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.
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.
Emery settled down at the Eden table, dressed elegantly with their house color, a bright, spring green that seemed to sparkle into the raised ceiling above. Flowers and shrubs seemed to be growing from the green stringing tablecloth, muffled sneezed could be caught when paying close enough attention amid the chatter of other students. Of course, as always, Emery was delighted to be there, if not upset to leave the company of his parents, even so to the most esteemed school in central Europe. If you were to spot him, his grin which stretch from ear to ear, seemed inseparable from his face. There couldn’t possibly be anything to dampen this morning, he believe that until of course he laid eyes on his plate, which sat full and for some reason undesirable. Emery was far too incandescently happy to eat, he feared he might not nearly enjoy the rest of the day if he ate much else…
The young wizard’s eyes wandered the grand room which swelled with an unbelievable amount of that mist, almost chokingly. Rabbits and pigs and other animals pranced below the moulding of the ceiling. The teacher seemed engrossed in conversation, maybe even a few looked well hungover seeing as it was morning, and hardly anyone truly had the chance to pull themselves together for the school year. Emery himself was proudly wearing his bed-head from the restless night on the train from Poland. The rocking of the vehicle kept him awake for the majority of the ride.
From there he knew he had class orientation ahead of him. It was a shortened day of a run-through schedule, which in total meant he’d get to be much earlier. That sounded wonderful. He feared he may even doze off in the presence of the other students, but he found it in himself to keep busy. In particular, he caught sight of Vulpecula, further down the table. Glad to be back at Magdalena, Emery would have to get used to using magic legally once more.
Pulling his wand from his robes, he whispered a spell to begin - at first hesitantly - stirring up his unused napkin, only to send it flying in the witch’s direction, likely ending up in her face, on her hair, or plainly in her food. And once he’d caught her attention, he’d give her a sleepy smile as if to say something like, “Good morning.”
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- feeling: bored; insouciant
currently at: Magdalena Academy; Germany
date: September 1st
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For not the first time in his life, Stuart bitterly wondered why they couldn't just have a wizarding school in the United States. Did attending school in Germany have its perks? Sure. He had the ability to meet new people, explore entire new customs, and hear teachers coo over his supposed accent. All that goes out the window when he's stuck traveling for almost an entire day just to get there. However, this year was different. Instead of taking a locomotive to John F Kennedy International by himself just to get on a plane for nine hours by his lonesome, his mother and grandmother decided to join him. Not on the plane obviously, but on the thirteen hour train ride to the airport. Despite his overall attitude towards the idea initially, Stuart found he actually liked the company. His first year had him accompanied by his paternal grandparents. Though they we nice for casual conversation and answering question about the school, Stuart had still requested to make the trip alone by his third year. Since then that's how it was, which is why his mother's sudden desire to sit on a train for half a day perplexed him so. With Clementine in his lap, he sat between his mother and his grandmother, growing more butt sore by the minute. His grandmother's stories kept him entertained for the most part, proving to be less lonely than a laptop and his cat. Sharing a cab to JFK, the farewell became more tearful on his mother's part. As he hugged his other to comfort her, he spared a look over her shoulder to Grandma Betty who just shrugged in response. But Stuart wasn't going to ask, so of course his grandmother was going to make a scene.
"Why the waterworks, Claudia? You know the boy's coming back."
"Yes mother, I know." she snapped, "That doesn't mean I don't miss him while he's away. This is his second to last year at Magdalena, don't I have a reason to be upset that my baby's growing up?"
"Oh is that what this is all about?" Grandma Betty scoffs, waving a hand in dismissal at her daughter's distress, "A bunch of 'leaving the nest' nonsense. If you want a baby, ask your husband. Pumpkin-head hasn't been a kid since he was five."
"Meemaw, please don't call me that in public." Stuart interjected, only to be completely disregarded as the women carried on their conversation.
He received a pitying look from the security guard before his messenger bag was taken from him. Phantom paws jarred his shoulder as the charmed Clementine made herself comfortable around the back of his neck. Invisibility was an incantation he learned quite early on and, until quite recently, his grandfather would do it for him or he'd give Clementine a treat laced with a special kind of potion his grandmother brewed. Thankfully, Grandma Betty got out all her shock and awe in the cab. If she went around talking about an invisible cat on her grandson's shoulder then getting out of here was going to be a nightmare. After being patted down and having to remain unaffected by Clementine's jostling as she dodged the guard's hands, Stuart was waved through and given back his messenger back. His feline immediately took her seat atop of it and he led his bickering family to the hangar.
Leaving them each with a hug and kiss goodbye before boarding the plane, Stuart took his set by the window and smirked as he felt his familiar climb his lap to look out the window. Most of the plane ride was spent sleeping, catching up on all of the hours he missed thanks to his grandmother's never-ending plethora of life stories. Once he got to Germany, he greeted the bubbly flight attendants in their native tongue and explored the airport for his next mode of transportation. Because his grandfather was in the Ministry, he'd gotten in well with people of the right crowd, some of whom settled overseas. This particular family friend was named Antoine Krushnic and since his first year at Magdalena he's been flying Stuart to the school on his personal plane. They spoke to one another like old friends, smiling in each other's presence and sharing a short-lived embrace.
An hour later and an hour early, Stuart arrives at the school. Clementine's enchantment had worn off during the short flight over and now trotted alongside him as he made his way to the prefect's bedroom with his bags levitating behind him in their wake. That was the perk of being a prefect. Not only did you have free reign over the school after hours but you—like the head boy and girl—got your own bedroom. The Stark dormitories, much to Stuart's initial dismay, were adjacent to the dungeons. Though seemingly unappealing at first, you became accustomed to the cold temperatures after a while. While Stuart made himself at home, Clementine made it her own space, lounging on the bed without preamble. She wouldn't budge when Stuart adorned his robes for the first and only time of the school year but she did lift her head to meet his lips as he gave her a kiss goodbye. Leaving his beanie with her, Stuart pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and adjusted the prefect badge on his robes whilst he made his way to the mess hall.
He'd be in awe of the place if he hadn't seen it so many times before. For years now his initial awe when stepping in the hall during orientation was replaced with nostalgia. He remembers walking through these doors for the first time and seeing this place in all of its grandeur, how it captivated him. Now, much like most of everything, it bored him. Sitting at the Stark table adorned in crimson, he planted himself at the farthest corner of the table with seats open on either side of him. He wouldn't regard his other housemates, he never did, but they knew he was there. Instead his focus remained on his lap as he pulled his phone out of the depths of his robes. Sending a quick text to his parents just to let them know he'd made it alright was just another routine.
"Why the waterworks, Claudia? You know the boy's coming back."
"Yes mother, I know." she snapped, "That doesn't mean I don't miss him while he's away. This is his second to last year at Magdalena, don't I have a reason to be upset that my baby's growing up?"
"Oh is that what this is all about?" Grandma Betty scoffs, waving a hand in dismissal at her daughter's distress, "A bunch of 'leaving the nest' nonsense. If you want a baby, ask your husband. Pumpkin-head hasn't been a kid since he was five."
"Meemaw, please don't call me that in public." Stuart interjected, only to be completely disregarded as the women carried on their conversation.
He received a pitying look from the security guard before his messenger bag was taken from him. Phantom paws jarred his shoulder as the charmed Clementine made herself comfortable around the back of his neck. Invisibility was an incantation he learned quite early on and, until quite recently, his grandfather would do it for him or he'd give Clementine a treat laced with a special kind of potion his grandmother brewed. Thankfully, Grandma Betty got out all her shock and awe in the cab. If she went around talking about an invisible cat on her grandson's shoulder then getting out of here was going to be a nightmare. After being patted down and having to remain unaffected by Clementine's jostling as she dodged the guard's hands, Stuart was waved through and given back his messenger back. His feline immediately took her seat atop of it and he led his bickering family to the hangar.
Leaving them each with a hug and kiss goodbye before boarding the plane, Stuart took his set by the window and smirked as he felt his familiar climb his lap to look out the window. Most of the plane ride was spent sleeping, catching up on all of the hours he missed thanks to his grandmother's never-ending plethora of life stories. Once he got to Germany, he greeted the bubbly flight attendants in their native tongue and explored the airport for his next mode of transportation. Because his grandfather was in the Ministry, he'd gotten in well with people of the right crowd, some of whom settled overseas. This particular family friend was named Antoine Krushnic and since his first year at Magdalena he's been flying Stuart to the school on his personal plane. They spoke to one another like old friends, smiling in each other's presence and sharing a short-lived embrace.
An hour later and an hour early, Stuart arrives at the school. Clementine's enchantment had worn off during the short flight over and now trotted alongside him as he made his way to the prefect's bedroom with his bags levitating behind him in their wake. That was the perk of being a prefect. Not only did you have free reign over the school after hours but you—like the head boy and girl—got your own bedroom. The Stark dormitories, much to Stuart's initial dismay, were adjacent to the dungeons. Though seemingly unappealing at first, you became accustomed to the cold temperatures after a while. While Stuart made himself at home, Clementine made it her own space, lounging on the bed without preamble. She wouldn't budge when Stuart adorned his robes for the first and only time of the school year but she did lift her head to meet his lips as he gave her a kiss goodbye. Leaving his beanie with her, Stuart pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and adjusted the prefect badge on his robes whilst he made his way to the mess hall.
He'd be in awe of the place if he hadn't seen it so many times before. For years now his initial awe when stepping in the hall during orientation was replaced with nostalgia. He remembers walking through these doors for the first time and seeing this place in all of its grandeur, how it captivated him. Now, much like most of everything, it bored him. Sitting at the Stark table adorned in crimson, he planted himself at the farthest corner of the table with seats open on either side of him. He wouldn't regard his other housemates, he never did, but they knew he was there. Instead his focus remained on his lap as he pulled his phone out of the depths of his robes. Sending a quick text to his parents just to let them know he'd made it alright was just another routine.
Location // Magdalena Academy, Germany
Date // September 1st
The ride to Magdalena is as long as always, and Keira finds herself fidgeting throughout the entirety of it, her leg bouncing or her hand tapping. The young woman seems to be in a state of perpetual motion, full of the potential to spring forward and act at any moment. This seemingly endless reserve of energy suits her impulsive nature very well, as she is never too tired for an adventure of some sort. No one is here to tell her to sit still, and even if her parents had elected to come with her to Magdalena [they've never offered before, and she hardly blames them], they would not reprimand their daughter for this bouncing. After all, she inherited it from them, a pair of thrill-seekers who have trouble sitting still themselves. How her father had managed to sit down and write any sort of novel is beyond Keira, unless he used a charmed quill to write as he paced about. Yes, that sounds about right, actually.
Like a Jack in the Box, Keira springs out of her compartment when the train finally pulls around to Magdalena. While some students travel from places much further away than London, all are expected to arrive at Magdalena at the same time. Thus, she gets off and is greeted by the sight of other students, from across the globe, filing into the school. Her smile is inevitable.
And, of course, as she makes her way to the Dining Hall, the young woman can't help but make little comments out loud with the intention of freaking out the 1st years a little bit. Nothing too bad, of course, just the sort of things she was told by older kids back when she had arrived at Magdalena. She hadn't believed a word, accustomed to being told stupid stories to freak her out by her parents, but still found them funny. "Hopefully the basin doesn't bite off any hands this year," she observes, glancing at a huddle of small 1st years only after hearing them suddenly break out into whispers.
Of course, an hour or so later the first years had been sorted, no hands had been bitten off, and Keira was seated at the Stark table, happily eating and engaged in a conversation that was mostly made up with a friend. Made up in that it has no substance, but is something of a scene or a bit --playing at being other people, mocking each other, etc. Keira quite enjoys such conversations early in the morning.
"How did you manage to become Head Girl?" one of her fellow Seventh Years remarks after she had tossed a wadded up napkin at their face. Keira merely grins and taps her nose, as if to tell that she has some sort of secret, or perhaps blackmail material that the others don't know about. This is of course nonsense, but she does like nonsense from time to time, this is undeniable.
"Maybe Blackwood's too much of a dweeb and they needed to balance it out," Keira provides, still smiling. She speaks in jest, of course, for the head boy is no enemy of hers. Well, not that she's aware, anyway, but Keira is the sort of person who might unknowingly make enemies and continue on in ignorant bliss. It hadn't been until Zara had gotten revenge on her that Keira had noticed she'd earned some dislike, and of course couldn't stand to be one-upped. That rivalry had eventually become a friendship that Keira enjoys, and she is happy for it. Then, Keira is of the personality to adore rivalries, almost preferring them to friendships.
Location // Magdalena Academy, Germany
Date // September 1st
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.
“Strongylodon macrobotrys, silene tomentosa, cosmos atrosanguineus, and momordica charantia. Perfect specimens mutated and crossbred to provide optimal results in treatments and products. Environments are stable and charms seem to be holding...” A young woman spoke aloud to herself, a mix of Greek and Latin rolling from her tongue as she tended to an array of colorful plants situated around her room among many more plants. Among the plants were beakers, test tubes, and phials; some were empty while others contained colored liquids. She moved around checking some of everything, swishing some liquid here, clipping a leaf there. She continued muttering to herself, pausing every now and then to scribble something into various leather bound journals. An alarm went off and she quickly grabbed a cheap flip phone, silencing it. She'd be expected in the Great Hall soon.
A sigh left her lips as she drew away from her tables lining the walls, putting the majority of her journals back on the bookcase, others going into a campy fox bag as she grabbed her robe and slipped it over her body before proceeding to the Prefects' Bathroom with a small bag of toiletries in hand, keeping her head down. Vulpecula boasted her own proud collection of homemade hygiene products ranging from conditioner and body wash to toothpaste and deodorant. Nearly everything she cleaned up with possessed the scent of some exotic plant, sought after by many of the girls she knew. After some of her things were stolen during her second year she began making them in bulk, to order, and charged for them. She wasn't doing that this year though; they'd have to get their perfumes and such elsewhere because she had to work on her grades. Not that her grades were bad - She just needed to focus.
The Prefects' Bathroom was baron, leaving her to be in peace. She was soon beneath the immense and relaxing pressure of piping hot water from one of the many showerheads, filling the bathroom with steam that fogged the windows and mirrors. She wiped the tears from her eyes as she remembered her mother's note. Agatha seemed to know ahead of time that her days were numbered and her daughter would take a road trip after finding out about her death; She was great at Divination. The woman didn't mind too much, telling her to do so if she absolutely needed to - which she did - but also told her that she needed to finish with school. That was all Agatha ever wanted from her children. She didn't need her little Kit to go on and change the world, become a doctor, or anything. She just wanted her to finish school. Vulpecula obliged to her mother's last wish and re-enrolled in Magdalena though she wasn't happy about it. She liked her friends and most of the teachers. She just felt that it was maybe too soon to go back. However, she wasn't going to be some twenty-something completing her Seventh Year courses. She would finish this year.
She emerged from her bathroom clean as the proverbial whistle, applying a light cover of makeup and some piercings before heading to one of the full length mirrors. She pulled her wand from a sink nearby, the dark chocolate colored stick of wood with a fox and her namesake constellation carved into it, pointing it to her hair. Her dark locks, jet black with highlights of green and white, pulled themselves into their usual fashion of tight knit dreadlocks before she grabbed a pair of jeans and a silken blouse the color of fresh moss. She hated school uniforms and she would not wear one until forced to do so.
She was once threatened by the Headmaster to have her uniform forcibly put on her by their very broad shouldered female nurse who happened to have abnormally large and calloused hands. Still, that didn't stop her from slipping up and opting for her own clothes. She at least slipped on her House robe over the clothes before slipping into her favorite pumps and clasping on her mother's bracelet. It was an heirloom, passed down through the women in her mother's family. Vix didn't expect to have gotten it until she was in her forties. She closed her eyes and stifled any more tears to prevent redness and puffiness, lest she have to explain herself to anyone.
Sheathing her wand inside her robe, she grabbed her bag and headed out with her head held high and her Prefect badge shining. The halls weren't very congested, mostly everyone joined together for dining and sorting. After returning to her room to leave her bath necessities and grab her other bag, Vulpecula wasted no time getting to the Eden House table where she sat in her usual spot after shooing away a startled Third Year, pointing out that her name was, in fact, carved on that particular seat. There were whispers around her and a few eyes cast her way. She paid no attention to them because she had no intention of answering their questions: Where did you go, why did you go, what did you do? There was speculation that she had been expelled for being caught with marijuana or had been making chemical bombs. Of course it was all a bunch of rubbish and she hadn't gotten into any such severe trouble with school authorities. With the way she ducked her head, attempting to avoid being on the Headmaster's radar, some concluded that she had snuck into the school to cause trouble.
She issued a heavy sigh as she began to pull out some books and journals, hunkered over them after pushing away food so she had room to to lay them out and see them all while she read and wrote. She was in a foul sort of mood, smacking the heads and hands that dared near her notes. If she had it her way she'd be elsewhere. By herself. But such an occasion was mandatory and she didn't want to push her luck, knowing that there was to be a lecture in store already for the lack of uniform. She didn't speak to anyone, feeling a certain sort of awkward about it. She had left abruptly with no goodbyes or notes and barely even contacted her family during her travels abroad, much less the friends she had at Magdalena. Hugs might have been on the mind of some, but the drawn brow and dark, stormy look in her normally bright hazel eyes told them that it was probably best saved for another time.
There was one who was brave enough among the Eden table.
She was in the middle of sketching a plant she had managed to crossbreed in Cambodia while visiting some of her mother's old friends (and soaking up some rays in the amazing lagoons) when she caught something flying her way. Her head turned just in time to get smacked by the napkin sent flying her way. Growling under her breath, she grabbed it and snatched it away from her face, slamming it on the table. Her glare met directly with Emery's sweet and sleepy gaze. Her expression softened considerably as she rolled her eyes and gave the smallest of smiles. She didn't see how he - or any of the others - were even remotely sleepy. She had been up for hours and she felt fine. Probably because she had too many emotions to process. She didn't want to sleep and continually found something to keep her awake. She knew a spell that prevented sleep and stimulated her appetite, something she didn't seem to possess when she got too focused on her work. Like now. She generally used it whenever she needed to cram for a class she wasn't exactly the best at. Like Smuggle Studies.
She eyeballed the food set before her and decided that she would have an apple and a muffin before closing her books and putting them away, turning to Emery. “What did I miss?” Her thick accent rose above the noise level just enough to carry over to Emery without him needing to strain. She pushed her glasses up more onto the bridge of her nose, her other hand motioning for Emery to come and sit by her after shooing off the person sitting to her left.
Outfit
Scribbling echoed thorugh out the empty dorm room. Everyone was down at the feast but Robyn had yet to get dressed or make an attempt too since she got here. Her hand was moving incredibly fast across the white sheet of paper while it produced beautiful art. Her head was slightly bobbing to the music that came from her headphones that have glued into her ear since she left home. For a brief second Robyn's eyes flickered to the clock reading the time then back at her paper, she began to lift herself from her seat but her hand didn't stop until she was standing up completely straight. " Damn, Alright Lana come on time to get our butt's to the feast." From in between her pillows on her bed emerge a white, slinky fluff that ran across the bed and onto Robyn. The witch gave a small warm smile to the little creature before putting the fluff into her pocket with it's head peeking out.
Looking at herself in the mirror for a second Robyn grabbed a bandage from her backpack and placed it over the nasty cut on her nose. She then quickly placed her jet black locks into a messy bun and slipped on her robe. The witch just finished a seven hell long train ride from france and didn't feel like changing out of her comfortable clothes at all and plus nothing ever stopped her from breaking a couple of rules, especially on her first day back at Magdalena. After a slight nod of agreement with herself, Robyn turned and grabbed her leather bound sketchbook, pencil and two green apple flavored lollipops. She unwrapped one and stuck it in her mouth as she headed out of her dorm and to the feast. Just thinking about her train ride made Robyn cringe because by the time she got off the train her butt was numb and her body ached being stuck in a sitting position for hours.
Upon entering the room Robyn saw that it was packed with students already then she realized she was late so of course it was going to be packed already. Twirling her Lollipop in her mouth the blue eyed witch made her way over to the Hart table where she settled down in and smiled at her fellow housemates as greetings were exchanged. She briefly made conversation with two other students and while she did she sneaked some pieces of meat under the table where Lana took and ate them. After the small talk Robyn proceeded to open her sketch book and begin drawing again, ignoring her hunger for the time being.
After a good five minutes of drawing the witch raised her head from her sketch book and took a deep breath. She pulled out the stick that was left from the sour treat and placed it on her napkin before reaching out and grabbing the honey and milk. She poured herself a glass of milk then a spoonful of the golden sweetness into her glass then stirred until the milk was tinted a slight golden color. While she drank from the glass her eyes wandered around the room spotting a familiar face, Vulpecula. Robyn placed her glass back on the table and wiped away the milk stash as she watched the woman curiously as she conversed with another friend of hers, Emery. Spending a good minute debating whether to get their attention or not Robyn decided to let it be and continue her drawing even though she actually wanted to talk to them but her sketch pad was whispering to her to finish.
Feeling; Happy, Sleepy
Location; Dining Hall, Magdalena Academy
Date; September 1st
"How was your break?...More importantly, where had you gone last year?" Emery asked coolly. As cool as he could for someone who was generally excited about everything - actually, there was hardly anything cool about it. His second question was something of a marvel for him, if not for everybody. Emery's Polish accent seemed to be at full capacity since he'd been back home, expertly articulating every T, but it would surely get whittled down by the others he'd hear as the year would pass. Vulpecula's seemed to be the most influential of them all, he'd occasionally find himself saying common words in Greek as the conversations grew more consuming. Emery would like to think he might have had some effect on Vul's herself, but then again, Vul always sounded the same to him.
Emery chuckled, as the muggle film he'd seen when he was younger, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, crossed his mind. He couldn't help but wonder if Vulpecula's family was much like that. Big and unruly. It was a stereotype, indeed, but at this school, anything was possible. To Emery's disappointment, Vulpecula hardly seemed like the type to be in one if those families, unless she was as the main character was; Toula, the normal - well - the almost normal one. But that didn't count either, did it, Vul was a genius and everyone knows it. She was not average like other students.
Emery found himself acting like no time had passed at all, personal space being an exceptional disregard to their friendship. He seemed to tilt forward towards her, face to face, so that she may even be able to make out the water and sleep that still remained in his brown eyes.
"Auf Wiedersehen, dork." Stephen Schwartz says, a lopsided smile painted across his face as he addresses his younger sister. His hand darts out, ruffling the girl's hair. Zara ducks down and away from her brother, before reaching out to punch his arm. Stephen pretends that the punch hurt, grabbing his arm and letting out a loud yelp. A few heads turn, fellow students boarding the train and a number of parents. Stephen's look of pain quickly turns to a wolf-like grin.
"Cool it, loser." Zara says in English. Her clipped accent clearly revealing her German heritage.
In the background the train whistles, indicating that it will soon be departing for Magdalena. The throngs of German and foreign witches and wizards leap into action, finishing farewells and making their children promise to write home every week or vice versa. Stephen pulls his little sister into a bear hug, refusing to let her go from his grip despite her protests. When he does it is with a small piece of advice,
"Nichts tun würde ich nicht tun." He cautions, although the spark in his eye tells Zara that he doesn't expect the advice to be followed. Of course, if Zara heeds his caution and didn't do anything he wouldn't do, how on earth was she going to have fun? Stephen had been the golden boy during his time at Magdalena, and even now at age 24 she doubted he had ever knowingly broken a rule or purposefully set out to hurt someone. Of course, what he doesn't know can't hurt him, so with an innocent smile on her face Zara promises to be good, before taking her leave.
Having already deposited her gear Zara hops onto the train, giving her brother a last wave before disappearing down the corridor. The door to her carriage slides open at her push to reveal a pair of first or second years hunched over a pack of cards. They glance up at Zara as she enters. The one of the right gives Zara a friendly smile, which quickly falters into an anxious grimace at the sight of her unfriendly glare.
"Geh weg." Zara says to the pair. Their blank stares make it apparent that neither student speaks German, which only makes Zara scowl. Really, what idiot attends a school in Germany and doesn't learn German? "Get. Out." She translates, pronouncing each word slowly so that there could be no fear of miscommunication. The younger students scramble to their feet, hastily picking up their play cards before making their escape.
With a satisfied smirk Zara flops into the seats, laughing quietly to herself as she waves the carriage door shut with her wand. "Sorry Stephen, it hasn't even been five minutes and I've already broken my promise." She thinks to herself, a devilish expression crossing her face.
The train journey is relatively short for the German girl, especially compared to many of the foreign students, and in no time at all Zara is sitting with the rest of her house, Vorne, enjoying breakfast while the first years are sorted. The two students who she had ejected from her cabin on the train are sorted into house Vorne, "Typical." Zara thinks as she watches each first year trot over to the table, luckily for them neither of the two from the train choose to sit near her.
"Are you going to eat that Zas?" The voice draws Zara's attention to her side, where her good friend Lucie sits. The girl hails from Czech Republic and seems to be constantly hungry. Zara pushes her plate towards Lucie, indicating that the food is free to a good home. Not that there isn't enough on the plates in front of them, but it seems that Lucie has been eyeing up this particular piece of toast for sometime.
The two girls have kept up a constant correspondence throughout their holidays and there isn't too much new gossip to trade. However, that hasn't stopped them from going over every little detail again. Even as Lucie bites into a piece of toast, she's describing her holiday fling with a handsome Italian muggle. Zara nods along, occasionally adding in her opinion or comment. Lucie isn't the type to care too much if she has Zara's full attention, Zara's often thought that Lucie would talk to a brick wall for hours if given the chance. So, while Lucie continues describing the number, size and colour of roses her beau gifted her, Zara's eyes are roaming the hall.
She almost misses Kim Jae-sun, the newly appointed prefect of Vorne house. The shy boy isn't one to stick out much. Zara wonders how effective the boy will be at fulfilling his role as prefect given how adverse he is to public speaking. Zara certainly doesn't find his sudden authority threatening in the least and doesn't think it likely that she'd treat him any differently to how she has in the past. Zara's eyes drift across the tables, before coming to rest on Emery Wrywyk. The Polish boy had been at the top of her list since second year. They might once have been friends, but now his cheerful smile only makes Zara scowl.
In need of a friendlier face Zara searches the mass of students for Keira, but fails to find her friend. Zara isn't too concerned, Keira will be here somewhere and no doubt they'll see each other later. There are other faces in the crowd too, a few of which capture her interest for a moment before she turns back to face Lucie beside her.
"And he said he was going to write every day until we see each other again." Lucie is saying breathlessly, her eyes glistening as she recalls her lover's words. Then a frown darkens her face and her eyes glance questioningly at Zara, "Although have you heard of 'the face book'? He said he'd look me up on there and add me as a friend. I thought we were already friends?" Zara frowns too as she tries to think.
"I think that has something to do with the internet." She replies slowly, although rather uncertainly, "Or is it outernet?"
Muggle technology is not really Zara's thing. She, like Lucie, comes from an all magic family. Rather than use the internet and electronics they use magic. As a result Facebook and the like are completely foreign to them. Luckily for the two girls all their muggle knowledge can be sourced from the wise lips of one of their long-time friends. Robert Hachley, a muggle-born wizard belonging to Hart house, is usually the one they consult when they have muggle related questions. However, having scanned the crowds earlier, Robert is nowhere in sight. It is likely that the young Australian has missed his flights and train, something he has managed to do almost every year that he has been attending Magdalena. For now both girls have to content themselves with Zara's vague answer and hope eventually the mystery of the face book will be revealed.
Outfit
Mood
Magdalena Academy
September 1st
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.
"हम अंत में यहाँ हैं," 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. "ओह बकवास," 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.
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 “tame” 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. “Alright, 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".” 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. “Warum 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.” “Why don't you work on a letter today and send an owl to your family during lunch. I'm sure they're fine, loves,” 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. “Been 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.”
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. “I'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!” 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 façade. 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.
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.
There was something about the start of year that Matteo adored. Perhaps it was the food, for that had certainly caught his eye the moment he had taken a seat, or perhaps it was merely reconnecting with friends. A smile had lit his face since he'd entered the hall, his hand waving to friends from across the tables. He hadn't seen many of them since Magdalena had let out, so he was definitely overdue for some catch-ups. Yet, first he was going to eat.
It had been the usual round of farewells at the airport. As had become a tradition his whole family had turned out to say goodbye. His parents, sisters, and father's parents all made a point of hugging him goodbye and giving him whatever advice they thought relevant. It had been the same when he had left for his first year, although his mother had been holding back tears (her baby was off to magic school after all!) and his sister Isabella, who had only just gotten over her jealousy of his magic, had given him a tense hug goodbye. Entering his seventh year at Magdalena, Matteo was quite capable of flying on a broom to the school, or using the floo powder network to get to the train station, but he was hesitant to break the tradition of saying goodbye at the airport. His family was also a muggle family, albeit one familiar with the magical world (to a degree), flying in metal machines made more sense than what his father had called 'a flimsy sweeping broom'.
The trip itself had been uneventful. The flight wasn't long and Matteo slept through most of it, before making his way to the train station that would take him the last leg of the journey. He still remembers his first trip to Magdalena. The Italian boy had been lucky not to get lost. His German was horrendous, really just the basics that his father had tried to teach him in the space of time before he left. He'd been lucky to discover that most Germans spoke English to some degree too. It was a kindly woman who had helped him find the train station, somehow knowing what Matteo was saying despite the heavy accent. Now, going into his seventh year, his English is basically fluent. There are words here and there he is unsure about and his accent is still apparent (although much better than his eleven year old self).
Now Teo felt no hesitation when speaking English, and he was using the language that moment to converse with his neighbour at the Eden table.
"So, get much Quidditch practice done while you were at home?" the boy, a sixth year, inquires. Matteo shook his head, a grin on his face as he pictured the faces of his neighbours if he had done so,
"Muggle born, remember." He says, before stuffing a piece of bacon into his mouth. Once he's swallowed he elaborates, "I would have gone down to one of the beaches, but Sicily gets crazy busy in the summer months. Tourists everywhere." Matteo's friend nods. He's from a beach town in Croatia which also gets hoards of tourists when the sun is shining.
The two continue to chat about their summers, only for their conversation to end when Matteo's friend gets waved at by a pretty girl from another table. He's off before Teo can even wish him good luck. Teo chuckles to himself before casting his own eyes around the hall. He spots multiple friendly faces, Anita is chatting with Vix and Emery further down the table. Teo waves to Anita and the pair, although for now he makes no move to head over to them. Why would he when he's yet to finish the big plate of food in front of him? Only once he's fully satisfied will be move. For now it is breakfast that has his main attention.
Location // Magdalena Academy, Germany
Date // September 1st
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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Magdalena Academy
September 1st
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.
"हैलो, 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.
Feeling; Faintly depressed; Sleepy; Excited
September 1st
Emery tried to keep up with Vulpecula’s apple lecture. She, of all people, had to be named best for getting others lost in her wildly detailed yet unfamiliar explanations. Emery nodded and squinted and put everything into the act, while eventually he found himself observing her eyeliner, rather than her reasoning. To jestsztuka nie może tworzyć magiczne // That is an art no magic can create. He was convinced makeup was a science on its own. Fortunately, his choice of thought kept him looking her in the eyes, though so much to the point where he continued to stare even after she’d stopped speaking, which eventually gave away the fact that he wasn’t paying attention anymore.
”...Hmmm, Polish apples.” Emery inhaled, as if being brought back to life. Reality chimed in and he redirected his attention really on her instead of the work she had done on her eyes. He propped his head in his hand and pictured all of her brothers. “Orion? I-isn’t he de one from…” But Vulpecula continued further passed his mutters. Emery’s smile returned as he tried to imagine all the amazing places she’d seen, places he'd never dreamed about going...but Emery wasn’t stupid. Not completely stupid. Something wasn't right. There had to be something she was avoiding telling him, and at the same time, he couldn’t blame her for that. This only worried him. His smile faltered. Emery was anxious to know what was wrong, anxious to find out if he could sustain his own composure. It was probably nothing, it couldn’t be all that bad.
Emery tried to regain his enthusiasm, for her and her escape from the magical law. Unfortunately, that wasn't the way it worked out.
There was always that sickening that came with knowing his friends couldn't trust him. To Emery, it wasn't thing he could really change about himself. It was really just a part of his life he had to deal with. It's not like he really claimed any right at all to be the victim about it. There was no tragic movie background story to amend his troubles with it. He was just simply poor at all and anything to do with keeping a secret. Nothing he could say could change that. Eventually, friends of his just got into the groove of avoiding his loose-tongue, while maintaining quite the lovely friendship and if someone hadn't at all, he'd probably be on his own, always evenly reminded that he lost a good friend because of it.
"I suppose dis is the time where I share in return." Emery finally said after the long drawn out pause, while he grabbed a scone from one of the levitating plates and started munching, taking the time to think before he told her about his time in Poland. Visiting family, traveling with his parents, and making a few new friends who went to a wizarding school outside of Spain. All of it together much more brief than Vulpecula's, some of the information neglected after the sudden realization.
What else could he say?
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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When she left, she left without saying goodbye and no one but her brother noticed. He watched her approach the port key without hesitation, a smile lighting up her face in a way he's never seen before. Cherry blossoms grown from enchanted soil detach as a result of the heavy breeze, dancing around her as she stands adorned in a black robe. Rolling up her sleeves, she bends at the knees, crouching in front of a coy pond. Therein lies a medallion piece, something passed down from generation to generation. It glitters gold, reflecting in the afternoon light. In a flash she disappears and he doesn't shed a tear, more transfixed by the extraordinary display of magic that had just transpired before him. Hana cannot blame him for not crying, not when she's put forth so much of an effort to stay away. This brings a familiar guilt she's tried again and again to bury deep and it's forgotten the moment she appears in Germany seconds later but hours earlier, just a short walk away from Magdalena Academy. She greets everyone she sees along the way with a smile, waving at them in enthusiastic excitement for the new school year to come. It happens on every first of September and has since she was eleven. This wasn't just about getting an education; for Hana this was coming home. Armed with her luggage and carry on, she hands them over to the caretaker as she walks through the front door.
- The Great Hall is bustling with conversation, gilded and glistening with the fantastic display of magic. Every table was adorned in its own color and she sat at the one capturing a pale violet hue. Hart House, she'd been deemed six years ago and since they have been like a second family to her. She sits among them, chatting with old friends as she would often do, asking them about their summers as they all patiently awaited for the sorting to commence. One by one the first years approached the basin, drawing their house of the enchanted device. After the ceremony is complete, the celebration begins and trays upon trays of food levitate from table to table for the students to sample and indulge. Hana isn't hungry, she rarely is on the first day. Because eight in the morning in Germany is roughly two in the afternoon for her, she's already eaten. While her housemates eat, her eyes drift from the Hart table to Stark House where her friend of five years sits with his attention in his lap.
It's a familiar sight seeing a screen of blue reflected against the glass of her friend's glasses, one so nostalgic that it has her up and out of her seat. Dodging plates and platters as she weaves between tables, Hana plops herself in the empty spot beside Stuart Twombly, immediately wrapping her arms around his shoulders and tucking her face in his shoulder. He huffs in surprise, adjusting to the sudden assault for only a moment before his tensed muscles uncoil as he recognizes her. Slipping an arm around her waist, he chuckles, leaving a fond kiss on the top of her head before Hana lifts her head. She can see her grin splitting her face in two in the reflection of his glasses. "Hello Stuart," she greets him, her voice thick with her native accent despite speaking fluent English. She's fortunate to have a friend like him that can understand her easily.
"Good afternoon, Hana." he replies, grinning with self-pride as he takes into consideration what time it actually is for the Korean witch. "You seem as effervescent as ever. Miss me?"
"Of course I missed you, nae sarang!" Hana grins, seeing the spark of recognition in his eyes when she uses the term of endearment. She uses 'my love' loosely, of course, and he knows it.
He only reaffirms her assumption when he says, "Neon nae geoya."
To which she immediately retorts, "Nan ne geoya."
You're mine. I'm yours. Two phrases spoken between friends who've seen the best and the worst of one another. They're the only terms of endearment Hana has managed to teach the American boy but they're enough to express the sentiment they have towards one another. It's not romantic and it doesn't have to be, but it isn't quite a kinship either. They choose not to dwell on that. Instead the bask in each other's company. Having been apart for a little over three months, it isn't a surprise when they don't withdraw from their embrace. Anyone could look at them and assume that they're an item. In fact, Hana doesn't doubt that many of her House already think that way—Stuart's family certainly did. She'll concede that having a friend (who just so happens to be a girl) over for the holidays after only knowing her a year does seem suspicious, but the Twombly family came to understand her reasoning behind it. That didn't necessarily mean they stopped teasing them of course.
"Are you talking to appa?" she asks, leaning her cheek against her shoulder as she turns to the phone in his lap. She addresses Stuart's family as if they were her own, hence 'appa' for father, and it still catches her by surprise that Stuart doesn't seem to mind it at all.
"And mother," Stuart responds nonchalantly, turning his attention to his phone as he begins 'texting' (according to Stuart.) "She seems to be going through one of those phases where she realized that her one and only child will be leaving the nest relatively soon. I'm making sure she's doing alright."
"Where's Clementine?"
"Upstairs taking a nap."
Hana giggles fondly, "Of course."
"They can't wait to see you, by the way." Stuart says, "Meemaw, Nana, Pop Pop, Dad, Mom-..."
And this leaves Hana absolutely beside herself with happiness, "Really? I can't wait to see them too. I missed them so much over the summer." As she does every summer. Hana still hasn't gotten accustomed to their hospitality and how easily they accepted her into their family, treated her like one of their own kin. She felt more loved by Mrs. Twombly than she did by the woman who gave birth to her. Though it saddens her at times, she's thankful to have someone at least.
Stuart smirks, "Well you were all they talked about."
"Are they still talking about courting?"
"I wish." he says, huffing a chuckle, "Nana was practically planning out the wedding. I've never seen her and Meemaw get along so well for such a long period of time."
Hana can only picture it and the image her imagination provides is enough to coax a genuine laugh out of the girl. For the remainder of the meal they pick up where they left off, sitting side by side with nary a space between them. For first time in months, Hana felt like she had a presence—that she wasn't just something to be ignored. She laughed so hard and so much that her sides ached with the exertion. Her cheeks stung with how much she smiled. Her alabaster skin was flush with color from the deprivation of air. She felt happy for the first time since summer began. She felt like she belonged.
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. “Lypámai, agapi̱té,” 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. “Tell me, how was your summer? Exciting, I hope! Surely you missed me while having your adventure?” 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.
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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Magdalena Academy
September 1st
"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. विवाह मेरी मौत हो जाएगी. 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.
Location // Magdalena Academy, Germany
Date // September 1st
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?"
Mood; Slightly depressed; Excited
September 1st
Emery felt the touch on his shoulder and out if instinct he relaxed. He was all for telling Vulpecula about every little detail of his summer, but the negative thoughts from moments ago had captured him and the conversation felt ruined. Giving a short synopsis, Emery found himself pretending to spot someone, fixing his eyes on more of an acquaintance than a friend. Stuart Twombly. The new prefect for Stark house. They were the same grade, Emery believed, but Stuart must've been older. He looked older, then again, Emery had a twisted version of "older".
Emery fell a good three inches below the cut of the average male height back in Poland. It surely was a psychological way of thinking, but everyone who stood above his 5'7 inches of bubbly personality and balance issues just felt older.
"Excuse me," he began politely, "it was nice talking with you, Vulpecula." Emery always seemed to call her by her full name in person, but the way he said it today sounded shameful. He fled rather shortly, giving her the best smile he could before beginning his attempt to try to go and meet someone he'd hardly ever spoken with before. It wasn't as though he was particularly allowed to jump tables like this, but the fact is as the fact does, he didn't care.
Leaving the Eden table behind with the thick smell of flowers, Emery felt sick. It was obviously rude for him to leave so abruptly, but he could feel what Vulpecula didn't want to tell him. There was a greater reason to her dismissal. Second guessing and regret came next, he should just go back to where she was...but it was too late, he had already arrived at the Stark table, dropping himself right down beside Stuart. Not really looking at him at first, only glances here and there - damn it, what was he going to do? Great. His mind went blank. Any sense of a plan was gone, and now he was stuck trying to think up an introduction with - not in total - but an essentially complete stranger. At first Emery was at a loss for what to say, so he kept his mouth shut, but now he could only imagine all the questions he was creating with the more the moment passed.
One more pause, and a mechanical shift in the direction of the prefect and finally he was spouting words like a faucet. "Hello, I'm Emery..! Eden house. I just saw you from over dere and now I am here, and I really not sure now what I'm doing here to be quite honest." Emery began blurting, well placed chuckles spread out down the line of rubbish in his explanation. Maybe even blushing - Gówno. It had dawned on him that, Stuart had been in a conversation beforehand and the Polish boy had disrupted that. His ears went pink and he cleared his throat. "Sorry to bot'er you," another chuckled, "I should go." Yes, he should go, but he wasn't moving and it didn't look like he was going to.
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- feeling: insouciant
currently at: Magdalena Academy; Great Hall
date: September 1st
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- in collaboration with Castiel_Told_Me_To
Though it isn't exactly frowned upon, students don't normally breach the unspoken boundaries set between house tables. Hana became an exception, someone the Stark table became accustomed to seeing at Stuart's side. Their opinions waver from indifferent to encouraging, hoping that one day they would become something more than close friends. Stuart's connections with muggle technology along with his newly appointed prefect status gave him an authority over the other students, an authority that kept any complaints at bay. Unwanted at first, the Starks who had an opinion came to see Hana's visits as a pleasantry seeing she was the only one that dared cross over into Stark territory. No one else dared. If any of them wanted to converse at mealtime it would be the Stark who left their table to greet their friend from a rival house, never the other way around. Needless to say that when the Eden boy traverses the Great Hall to sit amongst the Starks, he catches quite a few looks from everyone except his sole focus. Hana remains the apple of Stuart's eye as always, capturing his full attention as they speak to one another in companionable fondness. When Emery sits down at the opposite side of him, many other Starks give him warning looks out of courtesy. They knew their housemate to be a hard pill to swallow. He wasn't exactly the accommodating type, especially if you were to interrupt his conversation whereas Hana practically lit up at the sight of someone knew. Her attention didn't wane longer than a moment before her gaze flicked back to her friend as he spoke. That is, until he spoke up, "Hello, I'm Emery..! Eden house. I just saw you from over dere and now I am here, and I really not sure now what I'm doing here to be quite honest." Stuart stops midsentence at the interuption, slowly turning to face Emery with an incredulous stare, the content of what he said completely lost on the muggleborn.
Stuart—unlike this Emery character,, he thinks bitterly— waits until the shorter boy finishes speaking before asking in monotone, "Are you lost?"
"Sorry to bot'er you," he says on a chuckle, "I should go."
"You're right-..." Stuart remarks, "You should go."
To which Hana immediately interjects, "No, you shouldn't!" Catching Stuart's eyes in a quick, nagging glare before reaching out to Emery and holding out a hand in greeting, smiling in utmost friendliness, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Emery. My name is Hana."
At Stuart's agreement, Emery goes pale in the face. He was at the Stark table, and for some reason, this had only now struck him. It wasn't going to be pleasant. And only to add to the mistaken decision, he had just decided to sit by the most well known prefect of the Stark house. A prefect wouldn't move him by force would he? Could they do that? Emery wasn't going to risk it. Still caught in Stuart's glare, the Polish boy blinks when a girl calls to him from around the prefect. Her smile puts him at ease, and a returns it with a thrilled grin, taking her hand as if Stuart wasn't even there, and honestly, Emery had probably forgot he was.
"Hana is a nice name," he says, practically beaming with positivity. The girl couldn't have been from Stark and by her welcoming personality Emery could definitely tell she wasn't. He glanced back up at Stuart, returning his hand to his lap. It was hard to tell what the guy was thinking. Hana must've had a leash on him, or something, because Emery still had his head on his shoulders and he wasn't back at the Eden table as soon as he had thought.
Five minutes with Stuart and it's obvious how much distain he holds for socializing with other people. Regardless of the exceptions, he just wasn't a meet and greet kind of guy, and it showed in the look of utter resentment he had pointing Emery's way. If there was anything he hated more than talking to people or being interupted, it was being ignored. Hana knew this and did her best to quell his frustration by lacing her fingers with his. It worked. It always works. Almost immediately, Stuart deflates, accepting the interaction with passive aggressive tolerance. He doesn't say a word as the two speak to one another, holding slight resentment to the soft spot he holds for the Korean girl. He can express his intolerance for anyone at any time of day but the moment she's around he's as pliable as a kitten. It would irritate him if he didn't genuinely enjoy the girl's company so he doesn't retaliate. He just watches, intrigued by the way Hana talks to the near stranger with sheer ease.
"Why thank you," Hana replies, her smile broadening in the wake of Emery's own, "I've never meant someone with your name before. It's quite unqiue and it suits you well. What brings you over here?"
Emery's shoulders drop. "Thank you, I'm trying something new," he replies, nodding gently to shake off his lie. Emery wasn't much of a liar, but it only took the case of a friend and he'd do his best avoid what he had to. Of course, in all of his effort, it never lasted long. One way or the other, a few more questions and he'd probably tell you the color of his underwear on impulse. Better yet, he might even tell you the last embarrassing thing so-and-so did today.
"Well, I mean, I don't really have a reason. I'm impulsive like dat, right, impulsive is a word, right?" Again the words started flowing and he could just feel the irritation Stuart must have been building up, because every time he glanced at the prefect he had the oddest feeling telling him if something went out of order, Emery would probably be the first person to get shoved out of his seat. But he comforted himself with the idea that he was just exaggerating the problem in his head and Stuart wasn't as mean as he looked right now and Vulpecula wasn't hiding anything, whatsoever. Then why was he here? His grin still held.
Stuart couldn't help but wonder the same thing. As Emery sputters through his explanation, the muggleborn can't help but notice that he gave no real reason for coming here in particular. There was something about the way he moved that just screamed deception; maybe he wasn't lying, but he was definitely witholding information. Out of his peripheral he can see Hana open her mouth to speak, jumping into the conversation with an emotionlessness in his voice that could easily be construed as rude. "What are you doing here? Really-..."
Hana, the poor misguided girl, looks absolutely appalled. "Stuart! That's so rude!"
"It's a legitamate question." he remarks, squeezing Hana's hand in apology before barreling on, "You must've had a reason for sitting here in particular-...or even moving away from your table. So what is it?"
Emery swallowed past the lump building in his throat. It wasn't like his reason was that big of a deal, and it certainly wasn't worth bringing up, so he just shrugged like he wasn't even sure. At least with his newly founded confusion, he just seemed like an idiot rather than the manipulative asshole he started looking like earlier. The topic just started feeling like a joke Emery wasn't in on, and he was just wishing he knew what to say.
What else could he say that could convey how much he didn't have a reason. He was trying too hard. "Ehhh, am I leaving something out?" Emery held fast to his confusion, complimenting it with a more sheepish smile. He allowed himself to believe Stuart would eventually just drop the subject completely or ignore him altogether. Unfortunately Stuart didn't seem like the type. His gaze flitted between Hana and the prefect.
Hana sees the almost pleading look in Emery's eyes, a silent beg for a distraction. He didn't seem the unintelligent type and had obviously pegged Stuart for the stubborn kind. Whatever reason Emery had for coming over, he obviously didn't feel compelled to disclose it, so Hana took the initiative to distract her friend and give Emery an out. With a short tug on his hand, she captures Stuart's attention, derailing him with a pout. "Do play nice, Stuart, he could be a friend." she says, her voice thick with her Korean accent.
"I don't need any more friends." Stuart retorts, only to receive a soured looked from his companion.
"Everyone needs more friends," she replies, looking to Emery with a smile, "Right Emery?"
Emery nodded enthusiastically, but he was still put off by the negativity Stuart so evenly felt. There was no use in retreat, though, he'd sit there and bare it. He took a muffin from one of the floating dishes, forced to exchange glances with another Stark boy who didn't look too pleased to see him either. Emery exhaled before taking a bite of the muffin.
"It is not like I'd come across as such a great person if I told you I was avoiding a friend, would I?" He had given in and told the truth. Maybe that would satisfy Stuart enough to stop looking at him like he was criminal or whatever twisted version of Emery he had wound up in his head.
With Emery's true intentions revealed, Stuart's gaze softens from harsh suspicion to utter insouciance. Now that Stuart knew his reason for being there, he wouldn't dwell too much on it but it didn't mean he was going to cater to cowardice. He averts his gaze to the phone in his lap and continues to text his parents while Hana takes the reins, "It's alright, Emery. I don't think any less of you."
Emery laughs awkwardly, shoving part of the muffin in his face to stop himself from overstepping any boundries. "Thanks," he says despite his pastry stuffed mouth. From then on out he hadn't much of a plan, he hadn't even risked taking a glance back at the Eden table.
Finishing off his muffin, he finally turned back to Hana. "Where are you from?" Emery wasn't exactly an expert at telling who came from where and all of those symantics. For all he knew, the girl could have totally been from Ireland or South Africa and it would have made perfect sense to him, because he just never thought about it that way.
"South Korea-..." she replies effortlessly, "...-and you? I notice you have a bit of an accent yourself."
"Poland," he grins, "a-and you're from America I presume?" Emery asks slowly, directing his attention more towards Stuart.
Stuart, who had only been half listening, makes an uncongenial noise at Emery's inquiry. He pays more attention instead to his phone, his thumbs moving in quick sucession across the screen as it reflects in his glasses. Hana glares at him for his rudeness, turning to Emery with apologetic eyes, "Please don't mind him, he-..." She's become accustomed to making excuses for Stuart and his behavior, but never in front of him. Though she never says anything mean, she can't help but be hindered by guilt having him right there. "...-he's a little antisocial. He'll come around though-..." Stuart lifts his gaze, giving her a look that just begs to differ, and it coaxes a sigh out of the girl, "But yes, he's from America, the southern part of the country. It's something we have in common." For the sake of making conversation, she counters with a question of her own, "Are you excited for this year?"
"Oh yes," he nods, "I find dat I start to miss it during the break." Emery returns the question, still peering carefully around the prefect. "You're from Vorne - aren't you? Or is it Hart?"
"Hart," Hana nods, smiling with obvious house pride, "And you're from Eden. What's it like being in that house? I've always been curious about the other houses. The Starks are all very accomodating once you get to know them." She sends a smile their way and receives a couple from the students at the table before turning her attention to Emery.
"At least I can say dat everyone's friendly," Amiability was pretty much the whole shtick of the Eden house. If you were friendly, you were in it. There was nothing completely special about it and Emery found it to be disappointing. Vornes are intelligent, Starks are quick and competitive, even Harts were pretty stable and well minded people - but a whole house dedicated to friendliness, it just sounded uninteresting.
Emery eyed the device Stuart held in his hand. He had heard of cell phones, and he knew how they worked in theory, but looking at it up close, it was just so alien to him. "What about Hart?"
Hana catches Emery's shift in gaze, watching it fall to the cellphone in Stuart's hand. An idea pops into her head but it's thwarted with an inquiry, not that she doesn't answer it with kindness, "We're an amiable bunch, I suppose." she remarks, "We balance each other out more than anything." When she's sure Stuart's attention is entirely on the device, she points to it, making sure to catch Emery's attention, mouthing out the words, "Ask. Him. About. It"
Stuart catches the movement and lifts his gaze, looking at her with a cocked brow and a slight suspicion in his whisky colored eyes. She simply grins, feigning innocence, waiting for Emery to catch the hint. If she knew anything about Stuart it was that he loved teaching and introducing wizards to muggle things. If Emery had any intention of getting to know Stuart better then the best place to start would be asking him about his phone.
Following Hana's gestures, Emery smiles. Good idea. "Hey, uh, Stuart? Is dat a phone?" Now if muggle technology was allowed in Magdalena - well sure some of it could have been - but a phone? Well, he wasn't sure. I've never seen one before." Emery pointed to the little block of a cell.
As Emery beckons his attention, Stuart shifts his gaze from the young wizard to the phone in his hand. Hana was right, it caught his attention. It's as if a switch had been hit. As soon as Emery expresses interest in the phone, Stuart becomes more open, turning to him slightly as he engages in the conversation, "Yeah, it's a Nokia Lumia 920 Windows." he says, "It's a lot easier to use than most and it's loaded with a lot of features that makes Apple look like a kid's toy." Just like that, he's walking a pureblood how to work a cell phone. It keeps him engaged for the majority of the meal, showing a patience to Emery he wouldn't have shown otherwise. It's delightful for Hana to see and she listens in anyway, completely engaged by her companion's passion.
Stuart—unlike this Emery character,, he thinks bitterly— waits until the shorter boy finishes speaking before asking in monotone, "Are you lost?"
"Sorry to bot'er you," he says on a chuckle, "I should go."
"You're right-..." Stuart remarks, "You should go."
To which Hana immediately interjects, "No, you shouldn't!" Catching Stuart's eyes in a quick, nagging glare before reaching out to Emery and holding out a hand in greeting, smiling in utmost friendliness, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Emery. My name is Hana."
At Stuart's agreement, Emery goes pale in the face. He was at the Stark table, and for some reason, this had only now struck him. It wasn't going to be pleasant. And only to add to the mistaken decision, he had just decided to sit by the most well known prefect of the Stark house. A prefect wouldn't move him by force would he? Could they do that? Emery wasn't going to risk it. Still caught in Stuart's glare, the Polish boy blinks when a girl calls to him from around the prefect. Her smile puts him at ease, and a returns it with a thrilled grin, taking her hand as if Stuart wasn't even there, and honestly, Emery had probably forgot he was.
"Hana is a nice name," he says, practically beaming with positivity. The girl couldn't have been from Stark and by her welcoming personality Emery could definitely tell she wasn't. He glanced back up at Stuart, returning his hand to his lap. It was hard to tell what the guy was thinking. Hana must've had a leash on him, or something, because Emery still had his head on his shoulders and he wasn't back at the Eden table as soon as he had thought.
Five minutes with Stuart and it's obvious how much distain he holds for socializing with other people. Regardless of the exceptions, he just wasn't a meet and greet kind of guy, and it showed in the look of utter resentment he had pointing Emery's way. If there was anything he hated more than talking to people or being interupted, it was being ignored. Hana knew this and did her best to quell his frustration by lacing her fingers with his. It worked. It always works. Almost immediately, Stuart deflates, accepting the interaction with passive aggressive tolerance. He doesn't say a word as the two speak to one another, holding slight resentment to the soft spot he holds for the Korean girl. He can express his intolerance for anyone at any time of day but the moment she's around he's as pliable as a kitten. It would irritate him if he didn't genuinely enjoy the girl's company so he doesn't retaliate. He just watches, intrigued by the way Hana talks to the near stranger with sheer ease.
"Why thank you," Hana replies, her smile broadening in the wake of Emery's own, "I've never meant someone with your name before. It's quite unqiue and it suits you well. What brings you over here?"
Emery's shoulders drop. "Thank you, I'm trying something new," he replies, nodding gently to shake off his lie. Emery wasn't much of a liar, but it only took the case of a friend and he'd do his best avoid what he had to. Of course, in all of his effort, it never lasted long. One way or the other, a few more questions and he'd probably tell you the color of his underwear on impulse. Better yet, he might even tell you the last embarrassing thing so-and-so did today.
"Well, I mean, I don't really have a reason. I'm impulsive like dat, right, impulsive is a word, right?" Again the words started flowing and he could just feel the irritation Stuart must have been building up, because every time he glanced at the prefect he had the oddest feeling telling him if something went out of order, Emery would probably be the first person to get shoved out of his seat. But he comforted himself with the idea that he was just exaggerating the problem in his head and Stuart wasn't as mean as he looked right now and Vulpecula wasn't hiding anything, whatsoever. Then why was he here? His grin still held.
Stuart couldn't help but wonder the same thing. As Emery sputters through his explanation, the muggleborn can't help but notice that he gave no real reason for coming here in particular. There was something about the way he moved that just screamed deception; maybe he wasn't lying, but he was definitely witholding information. Out of his peripheral he can see Hana open her mouth to speak, jumping into the conversation with an emotionlessness in his voice that could easily be construed as rude. "What are you doing here? Really-..."
Hana, the poor misguided girl, looks absolutely appalled. "Stuart! That's so rude!"
"It's a legitamate question." he remarks, squeezing Hana's hand in apology before barreling on, "You must've had a reason for sitting here in particular-...or even moving away from your table. So what is it?"
Emery swallowed past the lump building in his throat. It wasn't like his reason was that big of a deal, and it certainly wasn't worth bringing up, so he just shrugged like he wasn't even sure. At least with his newly founded confusion, he just seemed like an idiot rather than the manipulative asshole he started looking like earlier. The topic just started feeling like a joke Emery wasn't in on, and he was just wishing he knew what to say.
What else could he say that could convey how much he didn't have a reason. He was trying too hard. "Ehhh, am I leaving something out?" Emery held fast to his confusion, complimenting it with a more sheepish smile. He allowed himself to believe Stuart would eventually just drop the subject completely or ignore him altogether. Unfortunately Stuart didn't seem like the type. His gaze flitted between Hana and the prefect.
Hana sees the almost pleading look in Emery's eyes, a silent beg for a distraction. He didn't seem the unintelligent type and had obviously pegged Stuart for the stubborn kind. Whatever reason Emery had for coming over, he obviously didn't feel compelled to disclose it, so Hana took the initiative to distract her friend and give Emery an out. With a short tug on his hand, she captures Stuart's attention, derailing him with a pout. "Do play nice, Stuart, he could be a friend." she says, her voice thick with her Korean accent.
"I don't need any more friends." Stuart retorts, only to receive a soured looked from his companion.
"Everyone needs more friends," she replies, looking to Emery with a smile, "Right Emery?"
Emery nodded enthusiastically, but he was still put off by the negativity Stuart so evenly felt. There was no use in retreat, though, he'd sit there and bare it. He took a muffin from one of the floating dishes, forced to exchange glances with another Stark boy who didn't look too pleased to see him either. Emery exhaled before taking a bite of the muffin.
"It is not like I'd come across as such a great person if I told you I was avoiding a friend, would I?" He had given in and told the truth. Maybe that would satisfy Stuart enough to stop looking at him like he was criminal or whatever twisted version of Emery he had wound up in his head.
With Emery's true intentions revealed, Stuart's gaze softens from harsh suspicion to utter insouciance. Now that Stuart knew his reason for being there, he wouldn't dwell too much on it but it didn't mean he was going to cater to cowardice. He averts his gaze to the phone in his lap and continues to text his parents while Hana takes the reins, "It's alright, Emery. I don't think any less of you."
Emery laughs awkwardly, shoving part of the muffin in his face to stop himself from overstepping any boundries. "Thanks," he says despite his pastry stuffed mouth. From then on out he hadn't much of a plan, he hadn't even risked taking a glance back at the Eden table.
Finishing off his muffin, he finally turned back to Hana. "Where are you from?" Emery wasn't exactly an expert at telling who came from where and all of those symantics. For all he knew, the girl could have totally been from Ireland or South Africa and it would have made perfect sense to him, because he just never thought about it that way.
"South Korea-..." she replies effortlessly, "...-and you? I notice you have a bit of an accent yourself."
"Poland," he grins, "a-and you're from America I presume?" Emery asks slowly, directing his attention more towards Stuart.
Stuart, who had only been half listening, makes an uncongenial noise at Emery's inquiry. He pays more attention instead to his phone, his thumbs moving in quick sucession across the screen as it reflects in his glasses. Hana glares at him for his rudeness, turning to Emery with apologetic eyes, "Please don't mind him, he-..." She's become accustomed to making excuses for Stuart and his behavior, but never in front of him. Though she never says anything mean, she can't help but be hindered by guilt having him right there. "...-he's a little antisocial. He'll come around though-..." Stuart lifts his gaze, giving her a look that just begs to differ, and it coaxes a sigh out of the girl, "But yes, he's from America, the southern part of the country. It's something we have in common." For the sake of making conversation, she counters with a question of her own, "Are you excited for this year?"
"Oh yes," he nods, "I find dat I start to miss it during the break." Emery returns the question, still peering carefully around the prefect. "You're from Vorne - aren't you? Or is it Hart?"
"Hart," Hana nods, smiling with obvious house pride, "And you're from Eden. What's it like being in that house? I've always been curious about the other houses. The Starks are all very accomodating once you get to know them." She sends a smile their way and receives a couple from the students at the table before turning her attention to Emery.
"At least I can say dat everyone's friendly," Amiability was pretty much the whole shtick of the Eden house. If you were friendly, you were in it. There was nothing completely special about it and Emery found it to be disappointing. Vornes are intelligent, Starks are quick and competitive, even Harts were pretty stable and well minded people - but a whole house dedicated to friendliness, it just sounded uninteresting.
Emery eyed the device Stuart held in his hand. He had heard of cell phones, and he knew how they worked in theory, but looking at it up close, it was just so alien to him. "What about Hart?"
Hana catches Emery's shift in gaze, watching it fall to the cellphone in Stuart's hand. An idea pops into her head but it's thwarted with an inquiry, not that she doesn't answer it with kindness, "We're an amiable bunch, I suppose." she remarks, "We balance each other out more than anything." When she's sure Stuart's attention is entirely on the device, she points to it, making sure to catch Emery's attention, mouthing out the words, "Ask. Him. About. It"
Stuart catches the movement and lifts his gaze, looking at her with a cocked brow and a slight suspicion in his whisky colored eyes. She simply grins, feigning innocence, waiting for Emery to catch the hint. If she knew anything about Stuart it was that he loved teaching and introducing wizards to muggle things. If Emery had any intention of getting to know Stuart better then the best place to start would be asking him about his phone.
Following Hana's gestures, Emery smiles. Good idea. "Hey, uh, Stuart? Is dat a phone?" Now if muggle technology was allowed in Magdalena - well sure some of it could have been - but a phone? Well, he wasn't sure. I've never seen one before." Emery pointed to the little block of a cell.
As Emery beckons his attention, Stuart shifts his gaze from the young wizard to the phone in his hand. Hana was right, it caught his attention. It's as if a switch had been hit. As soon as Emery expresses interest in the phone, Stuart becomes more open, turning to him slightly as he engages in the conversation, "Yeah, it's a Nokia Lumia 920 Windows." he says, "It's a lot easier to use than most and it's loaded with a lot of features that makes Apple look like a kid's toy." Just like that, he's walking a pureblood how to work a cell phone. It keeps him engaged for the majority of the meal, showing a patience to Emery he wouldn't have shown otherwise. It's delightful for Hana to see and she listens in anyway, completely engaged by her companion's passion.
{in collaboration with ibecameinsane, featuring Professor Jermaine Morton}
The young Ligeia could only watch wordlessly as Emery excused himself and headed for Stark table. This brought her a pang of guilt, knowing that after six years of being such close friends he could tell when she was holding out information. It made it all the more worse that, of all the places he could have retreated to, he retreated to Stark. There was a hint of a frown forming on her lips as she watched him launch into conversation with Hana and Stuart, two familiar faces. She wouldn't torture herself more than she already was, gathering her things and leaving as quietly as she had came, casting the sketching Robyn a glance before moseying along. It was the first time in a while that she had been speechless. She had absentmindedly come to depend on Emery being the one person within her age range who would listen to her and generally stick by her side. But now he'd rather jump to the wolves than engage in polite conversation with her?
She was probably over thinking the entire situation, something that she did often - especially as of late. She pushed out the thoughts and instead focused on working out Arithmancy in her head while she walked with no particular destination in mind. Eudoxia and Leotychides padded along behind her, pouncing at her heels every few steps as they clicked against the pavement. She kept her head down as her vision went blurry from staring at the ground for so long, her blinks spaced apart far longer than usual. Luckily, it seemed everyone else was paying more attention than she was and did well to avoid her. It was sheer luck that she had begun walking again after a short pause, lest she have gotten hit by a rogue quaffle that had escaped the grip of a Chaser who seemed to be practicing, having apparently lost his touch over the summer. Regardless, she marched on.
It wasn't until after a short walk down a hill that she was pulled from her thoughts. She lifted her gaze to see a proud and large Hippogriff resting peacefully while some stray students sketched from afar. Smiling, Vix approached the Hippogriff preening its russet feathers with a gentle coo in her voice, a tone she often took with beasts but never people. “Rostbraun. I hope you've missed me.” She let her bag strap slide from her shoulder as she held out a hand, only a few feet away now. She was glared at by sharp golden eyes before the creature stood and turned around, giving a light screech. “Don't be like that! I didn't mean to abandon you. I just had very important business to take care of. I'd have taken you with me, but I'd have gotten arrested. Is that what you want? You want me in prison?”
She carried on casual conversation with him far better than she did with most people, a light pout in her voice as she was given the cold shoulder. However, there was a light smirk as she went to her bag, shooing away her felines as they pawed at it. With a merry hum, she fetched out another brown bag. The cats immediately assumed that it was more squirrel meat for them and meowed happily. However, she pulled out a dead ferret and nudged the creature's haunches. “C'mon. You know you can't stay mad at me.” She cooed some more, smiling as he slowly turned around. He snatched the dead meal from her quickly, wolfing it down. He pressed his massive head against her chest, a strange gurgling-like coo rumbling in his chest as she petted him affectionately. Out of all their creatures, he was her favorite one. She could still remember her first class with him six or so years ago. She had come down to groom him whenever she could nearly every day after and often snuck out at night to bring him treats.
From inside the hut, a curly-haired man watches as the student coddles the giant creature. Much like any day, he goes unnoticed in the company of the beasts in his care. This proves true even now, even by one of his favorite students; he ends up at the young witch's side before he's even noticed. "Here so early, Miss Ligeia?" he inquires, a voice rich with an Eygptian accent, "Don't you have an introduction brunch you should be attending?"
Vulpecula had been nuzzling Rostbraun, stroking his silky feathers, when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She turned with a smile, headbutted in the back by an attention deprived creature that whined, as she laughed for the first time in ages. She slung an arm around her feathered friend and shrugged her shoulders in her usual nonchalant way. “It's never too early to be up spending time with these magnificent beasts.” Rostbraun replied with an almost smug expression, arrogantly holding his head a little higher. “Jerm -- Professor Morton -- we both know that I don't always do what I should. I probably should be there. I probably should be in correct uniform. I probably should have not ditched last year. But, that's me. I'm a rebel. Rules schmules.”
Out of respect for one of her handful of favored professors, she refrained from using a first name basis with him. However, she couldn't help the almost sarcastic tone with him. She didn't mind hiding things from her friends but when it came to her professors, who were pretty much her first friends at Magdalena until Emery came along, it was a bit more difficult. She literally bit her tongue and gave a quirky smile before switching subjects. “How was your summer? Good, I hope.” She forced a more enthusiastic tone as she lowered to sitting on the ground with Rostbraun, leaning against him while he playfully snapped at the cats pawing at his feathers.
Jermaine Morton cocks a brow, sparing a glance with his Hippogriff. He and Rostbraun look at each other the way old friends do and when the beast gives a shake to its mighty head, it elicits a hearty chuckle out of the professor. "Well I'll pretend I never saw you-...again..."
Vix snorted softly as she spoke bravely. “Hawthorne can't force me to eat. And I've already went through this. Last year. My presence there is superfluous and my time is better spent here. Helping poor, Vix-deprived creatures like Rostbraun here, reconnect. With me. It's for the greater good, really.” She placed her head against Rost's and gave a feigned look of wide-eyed innocence before grinning. “Seriously - What happened while I was gone? First Emery, now you, with avoiding any attempt at full conversation. Does Hawthorne have a hit out on me? Are you guys trying to avoid Dementors he's sent out to hunt me down and drag me away for interrogation?” She continued using her joking tone but wondered why it did seem like people were avoiding her more than usual. Perhaps, again, she was being paranoid for no reason. Though, she did give a worried look like the Headmaster or Deputy Headmistress might have actually sent something or someone after her.
"I do not know what happened between you and this Emery boy but I was making jest. Yes? I am delighted to see you as always, Vulpecula, as is Rostbraun." Reaching out to pet the beast between the eyes with hearts in his own. His captivation for the creatures he cares for is something to be admired. Some say the kinship he feels with them is what got him the job, considering his blood status, not that he didn't get along with the students. Sparing a look at the young witch, he cocks a curious brow, "What troubles you, little one? You seem more-...antsy that usual.""
Great. She was being paranoid. She pinched the bridge of her nose, now saddened that she hadn't grabbed her muffin and apple in her most depressingly undramatic exit. She was unlike her family in that she could actually be upset without being a diva. Her family's way of mourning and tantrums were quite over the top. She was a little less subtle, but it seemed she wasn't subtle enough. “I don't want to talk about it... And I am not usually antsy.” She mentioned the last bit in the tone that a child might use when being called adorable for the millionth time that day. However, she could feel his gaze. That gaze she hated in him, in all of her professors. That kind and patient gaze, like their eyes could see that their students were in pain. Except Professor Hardwick. He was an asshole. It was this gaze that had her bawling as a child to her professors that the other kids were being mean to her.
She recalled being teased during her first class with Professor Morton by a few kids in Stark who called her a Blood Traitor for defending him. Squib or not, nobody could deny the connection she had with his wards and she admired that. It was what captivated her in class besides the animals. She admired that despite his lack of magical ability, he still seemed to have some form of unseen magic that so many Magizoologists possessed. It was always a wonder to her. She remembered many times carrying her meals and marching down to his shack, her arms full with food and books and two cats and a bag while the socially inept eleven year old attempted to make her first friend at school.
He was her first friend from Magdalena and she wasn't going to outright lie to him. She tore her gaze from his and looked down, mumbling incoherently under her breath. Not even Rostbraun understood her, nudging her, encouraging her to speak up. “My mother is dead.” And it felt so weird to say it to someone else. As if it made the truth all the more true, making the pain so much worse. She pulled her knees to her chest and refused to cry, hiding her face as her cats rubbed against her. Rostbraun rubbed his head against her too, though it caused her body to rock because he was so large. It didn't do much to make the pain any less but she appreciated the attempted comfort.
His smile falls at the mention of her grief and for a moment his heart aches for her. Watching the effervescent child he's come to know look so downtrodden elicits a kind of empathy he only usually holds for his creatures. He watches patiently as the animals do their own comforting before squatting down in front of the young witch. Placing a heavy hand on her shoulder, he keeps his voice low and says, "You have my condolensces, child." Jermaine turns to sit beside her, shooing the cats out of the way before he begins rubbing circles between her shoulder blades, "I know nothing I say could possibly make the pain go away and I won't try to understand what you're going through. We all grieve in different ways." he offers a smile, dragging her gaze up to meet his own, "Just know we're here if you ever need to get away for a while."
Eudoxia and Leotychides give haughty glares before clambering atop Rostbraun, curling up against his feathers. Vix sniffles a bit as she's gently brought to look her instructor in the eyes. She knows his words are true, as he and Magdalena's creatures have always been there for her. Still, she doesn't know how to handle death. Her great grandparents, both her grandmothers, and her father's father were all dead before she was even born. Even her maternal grandfather still lived. She had never been to a funeral before in her life and nobody had told her what procedure there was to handle such an occasion. She tried to distract herself and it didn't work. She tried to be happy but she didn't see how she could, not truly, knowing that her mother was gone forever. She certainly didn't want to talk about it.
She feared that the more she talked about it, the more people who knew, the more she would be forced to face it. Those faces of pity, the people walking on eggshells as if anything they said or did would be a trigger to upset her, the constant condolences. The funeral had been unbearable and she informed her father that she was returning to school immediately, even before Agatha was buried. She would not watch them put her mother in the ground. And she did go back. For a day or so before sneaking out. She visited her brothers and attempted to immerse herself into their lives, studying them and spending time. After a while they started bugging her too much. They understood that she didn't accept what happened.
“I don't know what to do. Ever since I was little... I was going to work with her when I graduated. Now she's.... She's not here. I don't... I don't have a purpose.” Her accent had become thicker as her voice betrayed the tears threatening to fall from her clouded eyes.
"Now I'll here none of that," he scolds, his words veiled with adoration, "Your mother wouldn't want you talking like that.[b]" Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, Jermaine brings her in, embracing her however unfamiliar he is with the gesture, "[b]You want my opinion? Work for your mother now that she's gone. Be the force that helps her memory live on."
He was right, of course he was. She closed her eyes and sighed as she leaned against him and sniffled some more. She wanted to scream and cry and break things. She wanted to hit the next person that pissed her off. She wanted to throw a tantrum. But Agatha would not be happy with such behavior. An intellectual, yes. But, Agatha raised her daughter to be a lady when called for. But wasn't this one of those times when Vix could cut up and just let everything out? Still, she still didn't want to react.
Just like talking about it, reacting just made it more real. She would bottle it all up as much as she could. Perhaps in that way she could spend her days clinging to some belief that her mother wasn't dead. But then she might end up like poor Mrs. Gralund, talking to her dead husband. Well, talking to an empty chair. She was always talking to herself and kissing the air, asking for someone to stop and take their picture. Vix didn't want to be crazy.
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