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Kirsten Blaise

"Climb mountains not so the world can see you but so you can see the world."

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a character in “The Orion Affair”, as played by JacksColdSweat

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Against the Grain | City & Color || Bitter Sweet Symphony | The Verve || Down to the Market | The Kooks






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FULL NAME
Kirsten Blaise

NICKNAME/S
None aside from various nicknames that have no actual resemblance to her given name. (Ex. Stretch, Sparky, Ace, etc.)

AGE
16

SCHOOL YEAR
Sixth

HOUSE
Centaurus

BLOOD STATUS
Half-Blood

NATIONALITY
French

SEXUALITY
Bisexual || Biromantic

DIALOGUE COLOUR
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FAMILIAR
Crux, a black cat. Easily offended and antisocial, he has difficulty warming up to anyone but his owner. Though Kirsten often pretends to ignore the affections of Crux in public, she'll spend hours petting his soft fur behind closed doors.

WAND
10", Black Walnut, Unicorn Hair Core, Unyielding
A wand of black walnut typically seeks a witch or wizard of good instincts and powerful insight. It can can be difficult to master due its strange quirk of, due to being abnormally attuned to inner conflict, losing power dramatically if its possessor practices any form of self-deception. However, if it is paired with a sincere and self-aware owner, it is capable of becoming one of the most loyal and impressive wands of all, with a particular flair in all kinds of charmwork.

PATRONUS
So far, she's only been able to cast an incorporeal form, though she has a sneaking suspicion and hope that when she does manage to cast a corporeal form, it will be a lynx.
"Seer of the Unseen. Solitude. Reservation. Vigilance. The Hermit. Invisibility. Knowledge vs. Superstition. They are often noted for their haughty or imperial gaze."

EXTRA-CURRICULAR
Charms Club, member; Astronomy Club, member; Wizard Chess Club, member




























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Small. She has always been small. It is a fact that has permeated every moment of her existence. She is small and mousy and, on bad days, frail. She is a being of slenderness, too long limbs and pure lankiness. Her mother always told her she had the appearance of a person that needs protection from the dangers of the outside world, the kind of person people want to protect. She does not want protection. Luckily, her mother also tells her that her eyes are too sharp, her gaze too cutting.
Quiet. She has always been quiet. Unintentionally, she has allowed this to contribute to her first impression of peace and innocence and something ethereal. She is quiet. Yes, this is her trap. She is no introvert, though one would certainly be hard-pressed to call her an extrovert. She does not frequently initiate conversation, although she has no qualms with it so long as the exchanged words do not bore her. Words, you see, are a precious resource, extremely limited and not to be wasted. Instead, she wanders in a wasteland of her own thoughts, darting from idea to idea, often faster than she can keep up. But there are always problems on her mind, abstract ones, too many to be solved to tarry on only one for too long.
Contemplative. She has always been contemplative. She does not like to pick favorites of anything (such a thing might inhibit her ability to make a clear, unbiased judgement someday), but if she had to choose, she would favor her father. He did not encourage her silence to keep her from speaking any wrongs-- he encouraged her silence to keep her thinking the thoughts he knew she was thinking. And she has always thanked him for that. She may be small on the outside, but there is so much contained on the inside.
Honest. She has always been honest. Not because of some moral code, though that would be simpler to justify, but merely because she's never seen a point in lying. Lately, she is learning that people do not always like this policy of hers. She does not hand out her opinion when it is not asked for, does not wave her thoughts in others' faces, but when she is asked she will answer. And it will never be a lie, not even a watered down truth; there will be no sugar or white lace. And sometimes, it will be accompanied by questions of her own; "Wait, you're not offended, are you? Why?" She has difficulty with emotion. They're so fickle. She doesn't like them in herself (how could she maintain a clear head with anything causing a change in her view of the world?), but she likes them even less in others. Blind as a bat, she's been called, as she is impeccable at failing to pick up on body language or any subtle hints of indications of any sort of emotion.







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LIKES
Astronomy || The Universe is such an interesting thing, massive and not quite infinite, but too infinite to imagine. She loves the topic, and it's one of her favorite clubs to be a part of. ✤ Chess || Truly a war-game and a practice in maintaining a cool head in trying times. Chess is a game where every move made is one done in anticipation of the move made in three minutes, and it's thrilling. ✤ Novels || Of all kinds, any kinds. She loves non-fiction and the chance for learning new things those novels provide, but she also adores fiction, and the stunning worlds a novelist can create with only words. ✤ Linguistics || Languages are another one of those interesting things that never cease to amaze her. She's currently fluent in four and attempting to learn two more. (French, English, Italian, and Spanish; and Russian and German) She also loves studying the etymology of words. ✤

DISLIKES
Liars || She doesn't see why they need to make things more difficult with their funny word games. ✤ Cheaters || If you can't get somewhere honestly, you don't deserve to be there. ✤ Quitters || It's pathetic to give up on something just because it's a little difficult. She's more likely to force her help on someone than let them just quit. ✤ Asking For Help || It's a little embarrassing, to be honest. She's too stubborn to ask for assistance, and she'd much rather struggle through something on her own.


























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QUIRKS | HABITS
✤ She tends to mutter to herself in French when she encounters a problem she's having difficulty solving. ✤ She works and concentrates best in a noisy environment, strangely enough, so she prefers to study in crowded places. ✤ She has a bad habit of biting her fingernails until they bleed. ✤
TALENTS | STRENGTHS
Dogged || She doesn't quit because of frustration. Ever. Period. When she has trouble finding a solution to any kind of problem that pops up, she'll stick with it until she does solve it 100% of the time.
Even-Tempered || In all her years as the Academy, no one has ever seen her angry or upset. Though this is perhaps less of an ability to keep her head about her and more of an ignorance to anyone's ill will.
Do Nothing, Do Something || She has a remarkably good instinct for knowing when to just do something and when to do absolutely nothing. And when it comes to questionable decisions, her motto is "I'd rather beg for forgiveness than ask for permission."
Cool as a Cucumber || She does not lose her wits. She never has and she never will. She has an incredible ability to create her own oasis of peace in the middle of roaring chaos and work calmly through whatever problem is at hand.

FLAWS | WEAKNESSES
Boredom || She may never quit in the face of difficulty, but that isn't to say she never quits at all. In fact, she has a nasty habit of completely dropping hobbies or activities once she feels she's sufficiently good at it and grows bored.
Blunt || Honesty is a virtue, but so is tact. Unfortunately, it's also something she has none of. And it's pure ignorance. She can never comprehend why people might grow upset with her for simply telling them the truth, even when she seems to phrase it in the worst possible way.
Empathy || To put it simply, she seems to be rather incapable of it. This is not to say she isn't sympathetic to others, as she tends to be a great deal; she simply has trouble attempting to experience others' emotions.
Social Anything || She gets a little lost in the realm of psychology, and people are the only puzzle she's been unable to solve up to this point. As mentioned before, she has no tact, though any offense caused is generally never intentional.

FEARS
An unsolvable problem || It may seem a little ridiculous to others, but solving problems is quite frankly the only thing she's good at. And she knows it. If she were to ever encounter a problem she were incapable of solving, she feels it would invalidate her entire existence.
Pushing away loved ones || There aren't a whole lot of people she's managed to form a really close bond with due to her general confusion regarding the human psyche, and she'd be lying if she said there was no small nagging paranoia that someday she might say something that'll push them too far.





























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Desdemona Blaise || 48 || Squib || Mother
Eric Blaise || 49 || Wizard || Father

HISTORY
The question of nature vs. nurture is one that has haunted many a thinker. Kirsten herself has pondered this. What is the division of nature and nurture that creates one's whole person?
By nature, she is a witch; by nurture, she is not. Her father, a half-blood wizard from a long line of mix-match bloods. He was carefree and joyous. Her mother, a squid, one never able to use the magic that ran through her veins in some cruel twist of fate. She was a tightly wound spirit, capable of deep love, but less capable of expressing it. They fell in love on the busy streets of Paris, later moving to the quiet sunlight saturated lands of Aquitaine to live with gentle peace. Her mother, still bitter from the lack of magic at her fingertips, cared little for any displays of magic from her husband, and together they agreed to leave the magic behind in Paris. Somehow, it reached Kirsten anyways. Nature has won.
By nature, she has little capacity for love; by nurture, it is all she has. Her mother and father were both born of aristocratic families, a fact that Kirsten did not learn until much later in life. No one would marry for love, they told her, that's why they left that all behind. She feels love, she is sure, for people, for life, for knowledge, but she has never been quite capable of expressing it all properly. This is, decidedly, a draw.
By nature, she is not meant to be clever; by nurture, intelligence is paramount. Her mother, though kind, is a little bit vain. It is her nature and nurture that has made her so, an ideal of a woman, in her family, is meant to be more beauty than brains. She does not want this for her daughter. Kirsten can still remember bedtime stories of classical novel excerpts, daily games of chess, and lessons disguised as games. By ten, she has learned more than any child her age has a right to. She has moved on from the concrete to the abstract, from solved problems to unsolved problems. Her parents could not be more proud. When she leaves to attend Orion, she is sorted into Centaurus, and she cannot say she is surprised. Nurture, certainly, has won this round.
It is a joint effort that must be made, she supposes, work done in tandem, both nature and nurture doing their own part. She still wonders, certainly, perhaps to which exact extent each one plays a role, but for now at least, she has more pressing matters that pull at her attention.






So begins...

Kirsten Blaise's Story

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Date: 1st September | Time: 6.00 pm | Location: Island Cove - Great Hall




Light ripples across the blue waters of the island’s cove, setting the waves aflame as the swells of water race towards the golden sands of the beach beyond. Half of the beach remains untouched, pristine stretches of sand racing down to meet the lapping salty waters. To the left, however, several small jetties have been constructed, floating on the waves and offering a safe docking space for the collection of magical ships arriving. The dock is only temporary, conjured up by staff for the arrival of the school’s students. Once the last has arrived the beach will be returned to its previous state, the swish of a wand deconstructing the floating pier in the blink of an eye.

For any muggles who catch sight of the yearly migration of ships, they might wonder where the sea faring vessels are going. The island is invisible to muggle eyes and technologies, blanketed by powerful spells that render it unmappable and undetectable. Yet, for those with magical blood running in their veins, they know exactly where the boats go and why. Above the beach, perched on the edge of the overhanging cliff, stands Orion Institute of Magic, a school dedicated to the education of young witches and wizards from around the globe. The castle gleams in the setting sun, appearing to sparkle as if its walls are littered with diamonds and crystals. The school’s flag flies from the Western tower, flapping in the sea breeze and proudly displayed the school’s crest – the Southern Cross constellation enclosed in a silver circle of vines with a pair of crossed wands beneath from which the words “To Learn Is the Highest Power” appear to be produced.

For the new students on the arriving boats, this is their first glimpse at their home for the next year, and an impression that will live on long after they have left the school. Awed gasps can be heard from some of those younger students, while the older students look on with smug expressions, their eyes already leaving the stunning castle above to scan the clear waters below. There, a dark smudge beneath the waves can be seen, flying through the water’s depths. There’s movement to the starboard side, barely caught by any who aren’t paying particular attention – just the flick of a tail and then calm again. A second later a shriek is heard from the front of the boat, small hands of the frightened first years pointing at the water monster emerging from the depths.

Long enough to wrap around the ship multiple times, the beast shares many similarities with dragons. Its skin is covered in glistening, dark multi-coloured scales, which seem to change shades as it swims from patches of sunlight to shadows cast by clouds high above. Above water the light also reveals the beautiful patterns engraved onto the beast’s scales. Sharp claws extend from its fore- and hind-legs, as long as many of the first years gapping in fear and astonishment on board the vessels are tall. Large, intelligent eyes blink up at the boat, its mouth opening to reveal rows of deadly teeth as it belches out a shriek. Spines stand to attention along its back, following the movement of its body as it slides through the water towards the boat. Just before the beast reaches the ship it picks up speed, causing more than a few of the new students to stumble backwards in fear as if it were about to smash into the ship's side. Then, to a series of gasps and startled shouts, it leaps from the waters, arching itself up and above the boat, the length of its body curving over the deck, before splashing back beneath the waves on the other side. From there it disappears down, a series of loud cheers and clapping erupting from the older students for its show.

On board the boats the knees of the first years shake, their eyes wide as they attempt to come to terms with what they’ve just seen.

“It’s a dragon… a- a-… a water dragon.” One mutters in bewilderment, no doubt questioning why a school would keep such a beast so close.

“No, it’s a Taniwha.” Another replies, possibly a resident of the neighbouring Island chain of New Zealand, from where the magical monsters originate.

The returning students grin on, confident in their knowledge that the cove’s Taniwha acts as guardian and protector of the school, and perhaps remembering their own first sighting of the beast. Many believe that the Taniwha’s appearance at the start of every year is his idea of a joke, a playful way to welcome the new students to Orion. For the rest of the year he – fondly nicknamed Moe because his full name is hard for many to pronounce – remains largely out of sight, apart from the odd glimpse of a tail or leg slipping beneath the waters.

Needless to say, once the shock wears off the new students and an older student has explained the situation, there’s no stopping the excited chatter. Yet, there is much more to see, and before long the students have left the boats. Carriages pulled by invisible steeds carry students up the winding path to the castle, while the first years are treated to flying hippogriff pulled carriages which zoom around the golden castle at an astonishing pace.

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Just as the sun finally sets, the first years are set down and ushered into the grand hall. There wonder again sets in and necks crane up to inspect the charmed ceiling above. At first glance one might simply assume that the night sky outside has been reflected in the high ceiling of the hall, yet a second glance will show you there’s much, much more to behold, for the ceiling is alive with moving constellations. The crab of cancer scuttles behind the harp constellation of Lyra just as the dragon which gives house Draconis its name glides by. A school of sparkling stars in the shape of fish glimmer in and out of view as they pass swim around the figure of Hercules. Most stars can be seen in the ceiling at at least one time in the year as the ceiling seems to shift hemispheres on a whim. However, of all the constellations, only one is notably absent, both in the ceiling above and in the night sky, Orion the Hunter.

Yet, none of the students can be faulted for not reflecting on the constellation's absence at this moment. For, of equal interest to many is the large array of food spread across the four house tables, waiting to be devoured by the hungry witches and wizards. The feast is always a highlight, and every year the kitchen elves go to great lengths to provide a truly remarkable meal. Everything from roasted vegetables, chicken drumsticks, and mouth-watering burgers to creamy puff pastries, raspberries cakes, and lemon tarts stand ready on the tables. The only thing keeping the students from reaching out and starting their meal is the watchful eye of the school’s headmistress and her accompanying teachers. They sit at the head of the hall, patiently waiting for the first years to file in so that they may be sorted. Only then will a short welcoming speech be given before permission to eat is granted.

The sorting, thankfully, does not take an extraneous amount of time. An old hat is brought out, baring a striking resemblance to the sorting hat used by Hogwarts School. And in fact Orion’s was modelled on Hogwarts’ sorting hat many years ago. However, since its creation the hat has picked up several habits, such as dropping the occasional swear word into its yearly song and insisting on being addressed as ‘Daisy’. No amount of magic or persuading can get it to stop swearing, and the students have come to be fond of this little quirk. Daisy usually receives a raucous applause after any song particularly heavy in unsavoury language. Applause too is given as the new students are sorted into one of the four houses, older students clapping them on the backs and cheering as they move to join their tables. Then, after ‘Robert Zueqo’ is sorted into Draconis, the hat is removed and Headmistress Syborn stands.

A hush descends on the hall as the witch gazes out, her smile warm as she addresses the pupils, “To our newest arrivals, welcome to Orion, and to our returning students, welcome back.” Her voice carries across the hall, while her eyes dance from face to face. “I can see that many of you are already eyeing the lemon tarts, and I will not be the reason to prolong your wait.” A cheer goes up from some of the students, the hungriest no doubt, and Headmistress Sybron waits patiently for the noise to die down before she continues, “However, I would first like to remind all students and inform our new pupils, that unsupervised magic is prohibited, while the forest and beach are out of bounds unless accompanied by a teacher. Professor Savea informs me that the island’s local unicorn herd has several new additions and asks that anyone who happens to come across them, to please be respectful and give the young foals space.” Syborn pauses, her eyes gazing around at individual faces as she lets her message sink in, when she is sure that it had she smiles and raises her hands, “Alright, you may begin.”

That announcement receives a loud cheer, one that becomes progressively quieter as the students pounce on the food. And this is where we start out story, sitting among friends and filling out bellies.

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Character Portrait: Aidan Zeller Character Portrait: Kirsten Blaise Character Portrait: Rue Marcadieu Character Portrait: Alexander Quigley Character Portrait: Galina Reyes Character Portrait: Devan Erskine Character Portrait: Godric Vitrano
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There is a distinct air of serenity that accompanies any sort of journeys, whether they be over the gentle rolling of waves, the soft bumps of gravel, or even through the rocky turbulence of wind. It is for this reason that Kirsten enjoys any voyages immensely. The long boat ride to Orion, in particular, never fails to be exquisite and very rarely fails to be interesting. Never mind that the chattering of students, both new and old, creates a loudness paralleled only by the annual feast they are on their way to now; Kirsten prefers noise anyways, and the overlapping conversations causes them all to blend into one, creating a background of soothing white noise.

She looks up from the puzzle book she is working on, the "extreme difficulty" edition of a kukuro book her father gifted her over the holidays, to gaze out over the sparkling blue waters that seem to only get more beautiful every time she has the privilege of seeing them. Orion lies in the distance, its high towers peaking out over lush forest near it. It is a sight to see, and, somehow, it never loses its magic, not for Kirsten. Content with the visuals surrounding her, she turns her attention back to the book and pen in hands, ready to tackle the next puzzle. She has already made her way through half the book on the trip to the school, and she is determined to finish it in its entirety before the end of this day.

Her typically unshakable focus, however, is diverting, when a girl's long hair hits her in the face. She quickly apologizes, though less out of genuine remorse, and more out of habit as she eagerly turns back to the water, along with a whole group of first-years that flocked to the railings when Kirsten wasn't paying attention. "It's a dragon," one kid breathes out, the sheer immensity of Moe gliding through the ocean leaving him breathless. Kirsten can hear the reverence in his voice, and she briefly debates telling him the truth. But it only takes a second for her to decide that, yes, he should know, because it never pays to be the fool. She opens her mouth to speak, but is cut off by a high-pitched voice, the same girl that gave Kirsten a mouthful of her hair. "Actually, it's Taniwha. His name is Moe." There is clear pride in her voice, the words tumbling out of her mouth quickly, as though she was simply waiting for the moment to share that fact. She spins around to face Kirsten-- nearly hitting her once more--, the only older student nearby, with a haughty smile and a gleam in her eyes. "Impressive, right? I did my research before coming here."

There is a pause as Kirsten scans the girl's face before responding flatly. "Not really," she says, and the girl's face twists into an offended expression. "Research should always be conducted before jumping into a situation, and while, for some reason, it fails to be standard, I can't see why you expect applause for doing slightly more than the bare minimum." The girl looks hurt now, nearly on the verge of tears, and Kirsten's brow furrows. Damn. She wishes Rue were here. She'd translate what Kirsten meant into people-friendly sentences. But Rue is not here, and Kirsten lacks the tact to fix what she's said, so instead she continues, hoping the girl will catch on to what she meant to say. "Gain knowledge for knowledge's sake. Don't look to others to validate your pride." She waits for the girl to lift her head or eyes from where she has cast her gaze downward and onto an invisible mark on the floor of the boat. She does after a moment's hesitation, and Kirsten is pleased to see her chin has ceased its quivering and her lower lip is no longer caught between her teeth. It takes another several moments for her to speak, but when she does, it is with strength. "You're right." Kirsten smiles. She understood after all. "I'm Anna, by the way. You're in Centaurus, right? I hope I get sorted into there too. Maybe I'll see you around!" With that, she flounces off to the other side of the boat to rejoin her newly made friends. Kirsten too is eager to see if she will be seeing much more of Anna.

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She is eventually sorted into Pheonicis. Kirsten almost misses Daisy's proclamation, as Anna's last name begins with an M, and by that time, Kirsten is already concentrating intently on the puzzle book she holds beneath the table, but she looks up just in time to catch the last syllable, cis, and the loud cheers that erupt from the Pheonicis table. She watches Anna's descent and movement towards the table, her small body practically vibrating with excitement. It is a shame to see her go, but she knows the impressionable first-year will be well taken care of in that house. She makes a mental note even to tell Godric or Aidan to keep an eye on her.

The rest of the sorting ceremony passes quickly, though she'd be lying if she said she had paid any attention to the rest of it after Anna. On the bright side, she is now three-quarters of the way through the book, and her goal is looking more and more like a real possibility. The feast commences, and Kirsten decides that the puzzles can wait; her friends are more valued currently, and she'd very much like to catch up with them. She leans forward to glance down the length of the table, looking for Rue in particular. She spots her some ways down, and gets up to take a seat next to her. As she walks, her eyes scan the entirety of the room, picking out familiar faces in the crowds. She sees Galina's bright red hair at the Draconis table, as well as Devan at the Pegasi table a small distance away. At the Pheonicis table, Aidan is easy to spot, as he tears into various foods in front of terrified young onlookers. Anna is there too, though she doesn't see Godric. She briefly searches for him a little harder before forgetting about it. She has seen him recently enough anyways. Fortune is in her favor, and she arrives just as the student who had been next to Rue has his attention drawn to another section of the table and gets up to move. She sits just as a voice across the table inquires after Rue's summer the very question Kirsten was about to ask herself. "Pardonnez l'interruption. Bien que je suppose," she says quietly to Rue, then continues louder, in order for Alec to hear as well, "if you don't mind me listening in, I would love to hear what you've done with your time."

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Galina is already on her third slice of apple pie when she begins feeling rather stuffed. The truth was, the young witch had already eaten with her family before arriving at Orion. Such yearly meal was one of the few in which she gets to see her entire family gathered at once, since it was her last meal before she saw them again on the holidays. This year, as with all the ones after she had found out about her arranged marriage, there was a lot tension in the air. Her parents reasoning was most outdated and extremely old fashioned, which is why Galina could not understand their mindset on such a ridiculous arrangement being the twenty first century. Despite her parents were hardly blood supremacists, they were determined to maintain tradition and intended both of their children to marry another pureblood. They had already gotten away with it with Galina’s brother, Miguel, and saw no reason why not to do the same with their daughter. Of course, it was different for her older sibling, as their parents had before him, Miguel was able to marry someone he was already in love with.

One can only imagine the girl's shock when her parents had finally decided it was time to tell her she was to marry Bodhi Volkov, the very same she had once held in high regard and considered a close friend when they were children. For he wasn't always as hateful as he is now, yet Galina is now truly convinced he is a lost cause. Her 'fiance' was the one who had gone and betrayed her trust when his personality changed for the worst, and she'd never forgive him for it. They currently despised each other guts, and Bodhi had no qualm in making fun of Galina for their arrangement. Indeed, Bodhi knew exactly what to say and what to do to, get the fiery girl to lose her temper. For the very same reason, Galina had hardly spoken with her parents. At least that was since their last heated argument in which she told them she’d rather drop dead than ever marrying someone she despised as much as she did Bodhi. Therefore, small talk was shared in between the meal, seeing as Galina could not bring herself to pretend she was okay, while at the same time was already far beyond tired of arguing with her parents. Without a doubt, such thoughts have a knack in stirring up the fiery girl, so instead she takes a pause to calm herself down before putting the half eaten pie back on her plate and instead limits herself to look for some friendly familiar faces.

It doesn't take her long to calm herself down, especially after she finds Rue on the Centaurus table. All anger is immediately washed away and replaced by a tremendous need to go and bear hug her sister under oath. After all, she had missed her best friend terribly even if it hadn't been that long since they had last talked. In addition to feeling a sense of bliss after seeing Rue, she couldn't help but to smile widely after seeing Will and Kirsten, both of them being friends close to the heart. The three of them were now seemed to be engaging in a conversation to which Galina simply smiles warmly. Without a doubt, Galina would seek out her friends after she had allowed them to catch up with each other. In the meantime, Galina shifts her gaze once more onto the Great Hall and before too long is finally able to spot Leo, sitting very far back on the Pegasi table.

She discretely gets out of her seat and without too much effort, stealthily approaches the Pegasi table. The young witch knows better than anyone exactly how easily distracted Leo is, and is not too worried about him spotting her first. After a few seconds of her quiet pursue, Galina is finally standing behind her dear friend with a devious smile immediately drawn upon her lips. She leans forward before she playfully pounces forward, poking his ribs and whispering near his ear.

"Boo!" Galina says near Leo's ear with expectant eyes, hoping to have given him a good scare.







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When Rue popped a forkful of a simple strawberry shortcake into her mouth, she silently savored the pleasant flavor in her mouth; it was light and fluffy, but not overly spongy, sweet and fruity, but not repulsively so and the chunk in her mouth melted as she chewed it appreciatively. Back at home, the specialized chefs that worked in her family's personal kitchen were experts in their trade and were responsible for creating many award-winning desserts. Such desserts were brought to the Marcadieu family dinner table to be eaten shortly after they completed the main course. That being said, Rue has tasted some of the world's finest desserts- pavlova with fresh blueberry jam, apricot-almond clafouti, chocolate sacher torte, and the all the rest of the sort- but Rue may have to admit that this plain piece of cake may be one of the best desserts she has ever eaten. Rue had been humming in delight in response to the cake's flavors and listening to how Sean Wenlock, a fellow Centaurus sixth year, visited the Romanian dragon sanctuary over the summer, when a familiar voice called out to her.

Alexander Quigley, known as just Alec by Rue, slid into a seat just directly in front of her. Alec was an incredibly handsome boy, with his dark hair, well sculpted features, and attractive smile, and to he was someone who was, simply put, quite popular. He was a social butterfly, as his relaxed demeanor paired with this friendly spirit and bright smile drew people to him like moths to a flame. He was the one to approach her first, as if he could smell out the new student transfers, and made his intention of befriending her known from the moment they met. Rue is glad he did, however, for they've grown to be nothing but good friends. Rue can see Alec beyond what everyone else sees- if only everyone knew just how bold and cheeky the boy could be sometimes. Still, the sight of Alec made Rue excited to see her close friend and she repressed the urge to lean over the table, making a mess of her tailored robes in the process, and giving him a big hug.

"Oh, Monsieur! I believe it is more of a surprise to see you." Rue gasped jokingly before giving him a bright smile, "It is nice to see you again, Alec." The words rolled off her tongue in her thick accent. The French had this way of pronouncing their vowels in a long, drawn out fashion and they sounded almost melodic in the sense that the pitch of one's voice changed with them. Rue knows that some struggle with understanding her at times due to her accent, and she does try to make it a point to pronounce her words in a clearer manner. Rue tilted her head as she responded, "I trust that you had a good summer as well? Fun is a matter of perception"

Nevertheless, Rue was about to launch into a description of the Italian villa when another familiar voice emerged from the masses, this time in Rue's mother tongue. "Pardonnez l'interruption. Bien que je suppose," The source of the voice, another one of Rue's good friends, Kirsten, begins as she takes a seat, "if you don't mind me listening in, I would love to hear what you've done with your time." Rue was more than happy to have Kirsten join them and she voices the very thought before finishing off the last piece of her cake. Rue gently places the empty plate away from her and turns to look at Kirsten.

Unlike the instantaneous friendship that occurred between Rue and Alec, Rue can admit that she and Kirsten had a rough start. Although they shared the similarities of a half-blood status, the Centaurus house, and a French heritage, Rue's first impression of Kirsten was rather bad. Kirsten had a cold disposition; the sharp bluntness, paired with the overly honest and forthright nature of her words tended to come off as aloof and standoffish. Initially, Rue wanted nothing to do with such a person, even with all of their likeness. However, as time passed, Rue came to realize that Kirsten wasn't meaning to seem rude, but it was simply just her nature overall. She lacks the ability to empathize which, in turn, translates badly in her interactions. Only those who can understand Kirsten's ways can know that Kirsten is really a gem of a girl. Rue is glad that she has become one of those people. "Bonjour, Kirsten. Je suis sur le point de dire Alec ma villa en Italie."

Rue made it a point to describe the villa in vivid detail, speaking of the beautiful Italian countryside with a great deal of fondness. The mentioned everything from the heat of the sun and how it seemed to add an unexpected flavor to the fruits and the vegetables that were grown there to the beautiful architecture of the buildings that surrounded the area. Soon, the evening pressed on and Rue listened to the responses of her two dear friends as the conversation mutated from speaking of Rue's vacation to other subjects that interested them. Stories were exchanged, as well as smiles and bouts of laughter. Not to mention the debates they had as they eventually spoke of various theories and ideas- what kind of Centaurus's would they be if they didn't? In some odd way, they solidified that Rue was back at Orion once again and that thought brought a smile to her face.

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Date: 2nd September | Time: 8.00 am | Location: Great Hall




The first full day of school dawns bright and early, sunlight seeping in through stain glass windows and falling on students eager to start the day ahead – or go back to sleep. Many enjoy their final hours of freedom before class begins, knowing that as soon as they sit down to learn, assignments and homework will mar their free time. As eight a.m. rolls around, most students can be found pulling themselves from bed and making their way to breakfast. Some eager – or unlucky – few have been up since the crack of dawn, the Phoenicis Quidditch team under the direction of their captain having woken before the sun in order to get a jump start on the other houses’ teams. Now, however the delicious smells of pancakes, bacon and eggs, porridge, and every other breakfast treat one could imagine seems to permeate the air. Any first year who has already forgotten the path from dorm room to Great Hall need only follow their nose.

The heavy double doors stand at the rear of the hall, directly opposite the teachers’ podium and bracketed by two large carvings – one a likeness of the Taniwha Moe, the other a carved map of the night sky with the cluster of stars known as matariki (the Pleiades) centre stage. On the wall either side of the doors hang the house banners, indicating which long table belongs to which house. To the far right upon entering one finds Centaurus, with Draconis right and centre. Pegasi house stands left and centre, with Phoenicis against the left wall. While the house segregation is strictly maintained during dinners, and in particular feasts such as the welcome back feast of the night before, breakfast and lunch are another story. Students are free to sit at other houses’ tables. One will commonly find most students grouped at their own house table, merely because this is typically where their close friends sit, but for those who wish to diversify their friend group, Orion allows for movement between the benches. It’s not uncommon to see Draconis sitting with Centaurus, or Pegasi beside Phoenicis. Students may roam where they please, though for the first day back it also pays to mind the Head of Houses.

The first day’s breakfast is when timetables are handed out by each house’s head. Most of the heads are able to recognise their house members, and for those who don’t and for the first years, the difference in colouring of their uniform offers a key clue. Centaurus students wear their clothing embossed with the mossy green and warm gold of their house. Draconis have a clear blue and dark bronze as decoration, while Pegasi have a softer lilac and silver combination. Students in Phoenicis house can be found with scarlet and black edgings to their uniform. Professor Dew, Head of Pegasi, can be seen gliding between the tables, stopping to hand out timetables to her students with a smile. She knows all by name and will often pause on her way to enquire after a student’s family or break. Her first years are welcomed with a calm smile and a note that if they have any problems, her door is always open. Centaurus’ head, Professor Favreau, looks as if he’s still half asleep. A piece of toast hangs from his mouth and when he finds a Centaurus student he can often be seen scratching his head as he searches through his collection of timetables. He too knows them all by name – or most of them at least - though he has been known to make up fond nicknames for his favourites. Across the hall Professor Maddox grins as he shares a joke with a Phoenicis student. He seems to view the handing out of class schedules as a competition with victory going to whoever can see all their students sorted the fastest, though he keeps getting distracted as he shares sarcastic banter with the louder members of his house. His attitude is perhaps the complete opposite of Draconis’ dignified head. Professor Jones of Draconis does not hurry, yet she is possibly the most efficient, handing out schedules with a nod of approval or a simple ’See me after breakfast to sort out this issue.’.

For the older students, their schedules are designed around the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T examinations they will be sitting at the end of the year. Some sixth years, having done terribly in one subject or another, are unable to meet requirements for their preferred topic and must pick another, while others sit tall with pride at having received near perfect marks (the majority of these seem to be found in house Centaurus). Other students are eager to look over their timetables and compare classes and schedules with friends, while others lament over a packed day and not enough free periods. Whatever your mood and wherever you find yourself sitting, there is sure to be much to discuss. The first day back is always exciting, and even the stars reflected in the enchanted ceiling above seem to be brimming with energy.

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Image"Oh, Monsieur! I believe it is more of a surprise to see you." Alec smirked as Rue welcomed him, her accent teasing a sweet tune even when she was simply talking, he imagined what hearing her singing would be like from time to time but sadly she wasn't part of the frog choir so he'd never know, for know his imagination had to suffice until he forced her to sing, or at least interrupted her enjoying some music. He enjoyed their playful teasing which, when mixed with Rue's background as what some may call a snob, could come across as one looking down on the other, or look as if Alec was bullying her for being foreign. When in actuality, it's just their banter. "It is nice to see you again, Alec." He bowed his head pleasantly at Rue's words with a smile.
"The pleasure is all mine," He teased. "Afterall, how could the pleasure be yours in my humble presence."

"I trust that you had a good summer as well? Fun is a matter of perception" He took a mouthful of salmon and salad as Rue inquired about the fun of his summer, to which he gave a sly grin and a wink.
"It would be inappropriate of me to discuss the fun I had in the presence of a lady." He finally said having cleared his mouth of food, so as to have a respectful conversation. "Jokes, nah it was alright. I mean, I got to spend time with my family again and saw a few friends who returned to Hogwarts, so all in all it was okay." Whilst Rue's accent was caused by her being native to another language, Alec's accent was caused by his region of the UK, where the people talked fast and the accent was a blend of Scottish and Irish, voted the hottest in the UK and then the UK got voted the hottest in Europe, so apparently his accent was sexy but rare anyone understood what he was saying.

Alec heard the barely audible french of Kirsten as she addressed Rue,
"Pardonnez l'interruption. Bien que je suppose," Rue had taught him some basic french but he didn't understand what Kirsten had said and he simply smiled at her when she looked at him. "If you don't mind me listening in, I would love to hear what you've done with your time." Alec flashed his pearly whites and shrugged his shoulders.
"Bonjour, Kirsten. Je suis sur le point de dire Alec ma villa en Italie."
"The more the merrier." His welcome was simple in comparison to Rue's, but all in all, the sentiment was there.

The rest of the evening the trio discussed their summers more indepth, including Alec and his father searching for Jarveys to de-gnome the garden, which Alec's mother whole heartedly disagreed with, due to their brutal methods to de-gnoming a garden, as well as helping his mother care for an Augurey which has broken it's wing in their back garden, not to mention visiting his uncles Aethonan farm with his brother, they mainly visted to race each other on the Aethonans but their mother claimed it was to visit Michael and Mark, their mother's brothers who inherited the family farm, so as they could learn to care for the magical beings on the farm, but the brothers were more interested in racing the flying horses together. Before long, the welcome feast was over and the houses were led to their dormitories, luckily Alec was rather exhausted from the whole deal to even stay up long enough to engage with Will, something he was dreading having to do over the year, if he could avoid him, he could forget about him, but not likely to happen.

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Alec moaned into his pillow as he was awoken, followed by a murmur, muffled by his pillow.
"I just wanna be fucking lazy!" The muffled voice would only have been audible to anyone who listened but as far as Alec cared no one was going to be paying attention to him this early in the morning. Rolling himself over, he sat up, the thin blanket falling to his waist to reveal his chest, he slept in his underwear using only the thin sheet, rather than wrapping himself warm, he saved that specifically for the winter, which even then wasn't as cold as it could have been, most would try to cover their body and be decent but Alec didn't care, he simply climbed out of bed and opened his chest to gather his uniform and went to wash.

Alec arrived in the great hall for breakfast and spotted Professor Favreau, instead of waiting for the professor to come to him, he approached him, eager to learn his schedule and prepare for school, he wasn't eager about being up for so early but he was eager to learn and pass his examinations. Having taken his timetable, he scanned the great hall for people to sit with, but he did notice anyone of particular interest and was more involved in getting to class, if he did find people he'd sit uncomfortably as they ate while he sat there quietly, so instead he made for his first class, which gave him a sigh, he enjoyed potions but he was hoping he'd start his year on a study period or at least herbology, because then at least he'd be able to get more sleep or being doing something he loved, but sadly September the 2nd was a Wednesday this year, if it was a Friday, Alec would have been much happier, starting on a free period then care of magical creatures, as he read the timetable he smiled in the knowledge he'd have a study period every day, just from dropping Defence against the Dark Arts and only bothering to do one advanced subject, he'd picked up two electives but still managed to keep his study periods.

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Date: 26th September | Time: 10.00 am | Location: Mākutu Village




The first class of the year had been slow for most of Orion’s students, with everyone trying to ease their way back into the beat of school. The teachers, of course, had other ideas than to take it slow, and while some students moaned about the homework that was already being set, others looked forward to expanding their mind. Those who were still in holiday mode quickly settled in to the rhythm of class. That first class flowed into the second class, which then became the third, until a whole week had passed and to most students it felt like they had never left. That first week became two, and before anyone knew it almost a month had gone by since school started.

It’s now been three and a half weeks since the ships docked in the bay, and while many people in the northern hemisphere are pulling out the extra blankets, the southern half of the globe is happily in the midst of spring. Orion looks magnificent in any weather, but it practically glows in spring. Wild flowers sprout up around the edges of the forest, and more often than not bright coloured petals can be found decorating the waters of the magical waterfalls that send down buckets of liquid on unsuspecting students. The baby unicorns have been seen wobbling about the school lawn from the windows, while a pod of bottle-nose dolphins spent the last week playing with the taniwha, Moe, in the harbour.

Of course, none of that is quite as exciting as the prospect of the first trip to Mākutu, the magical village which shares the island with Orion. For those old enough to attend this trip was long awaited. Mākutu is always a treat, no matter how many times one has visited. Nestled on the other side of the island and only a short walk through the forest, it consists of a small collection of stores that sell everything from magical and muggle treats to spell books and novels. Most, if not all, of the stores can be found along the main thoroughfare, with the houses of the residents either occupying the upper storeys of the buildings or snuggled behind. In the centre of the town is a quaint square or cobblestones. A statue in the middle of the square depicts a tall, broad shoulder man of Polynesian descent with a wand in one hand and a magical compass in the other. As the plaque beneath his effigy read, the figure is the Mākutu, the wizard who found and settled the island centuries ago. His gaze fixes on some spot in the distance, as if seeking out his next adventure.

For many, their sights are usually fixed on the Honey Pot, an adorable café by day, and quaint bar by night. It’s here you’ll usually find students and islanders alike taking shelter from the rain, or merely stopping by to try their island-famous honey mead. Praised as the nectar of the gods, or the lovers’ drink (usually only by those who have had several more than they should), it will warm your belly and soothe your worries. It should be noted that students are forbidden from consuming alcohol in the village, though light beverages like butterbeer are allowed to the older students. Thankfully, the Honey Pot offers delicious non-alcoholic alternatives for the younger students, and their hot chocolates are divine. Though, if you’re an inquisitive student or know the right people to ask, you might find your way to the outskirts of the village where the Rusty Ship Wreck stands. While it isn’t a ship, the dingy pub is rather rusty, and locals have taken to calling it ‘the Wreck’ for short. Here, if you’re discrete and don’t irk the owner, a student can purchase and enjoy almost any beverage he or she desires.

It is places like these that have the third years buzzing with excitement as they wait by the school’s main doors to be officially allowed out. It’s their first year being able to explore the town, and most have made sure that they’ll have the whole Saturday to do so, their eagerness seeing them rise early for breakfast when for most a Saturday normally calls for a lazy morning. The older students, most of whom find the pull of the town less consuming, are still all likely to indulge in a trip through the woods. Why not? It’s a chance to stretch your legs, stock up on unhealthy, sugared goods, and possibly share a virgin honey mead with your crush (legend has it sharing the drink brings a couple closer). So, though the third years jump in excitement, they aren’t the only ones waiting for Professor Li and Professor Patel to start ticking off names and allowing students to leave.

Permissions have to be checked, particularly for the third years, but eventually the students are allowed out, and in no time Orion’s pupils are streaming into the village. There is no uniform needed to be worn today, so many of the students wear their own clothes, of which vary between the mundane and decidedly muggle, to the odd and hilarious. No ignorant muggle would be able to walk through the village without stopping in their tracks to gawp at one student, at least. Thankfully, no muggle has ever stepped into the village in living record, which is reassuring for the islanders. Of course, had our protagonists known about the series of events that begin to unfold on this inauspicious day, perhaps they too would have wished never to step foot in Mākutu.

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