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Leo Duàn

"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see."

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

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"If in any quest for magic, in any search for sorcery, witchery, legerdemain, first check the human spirit."



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RUBIK'S CUBE | ATHLETE || GOLD RAYS | VINYL PINUPS || GERONIMO | SHEPPARD







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FULL NAME
Leo Zhìxin Duàn

NICKNAME/S
Lee ; Utilized by close friends
Xiăobăo ; A term only to be used by his mother, a pet name which translates into "Little Gem"

AGE
Seventeen

SCHOOL YEAR
Seventh

HOUSE
House Pegasi

BLOOD STATUS
Pureblood

NATIONALITY
English, of Chinese descent

SEXUALITY
Bisexual

DIALOGUE COLOUR
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FAMILIAR
Peach
(Barn Owl)

WAND
9 ½ in, Plum Wood, Unicorn hair


PATRONUS
Crane


EXTRA-CURRICULAR
Astrology Club
Frog Choir
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PERSONALITY
xx{ Gentle | Absentminded | Mellow | Earnest | Whimsical | Observant | Mannered | Kind | Loyal | Uninhibited }

As per designation of the sorting hat, Leo was sorted into Pegasi because of the overlapping qualities he shared with the house and all of those under it. The house motto itself, "aspire for the moon, reach for the stars" is something that relates to his state of being, calling to his idealistic and sanguine nature. Leo has always been a dreamer, thinking ahead to a future that was bigger and better and possibly outside the realm of possibility. It's this sort of optimism that fuels his drive to aspire for something more. His certitude in his actions have had others wondering where such confidence has come from, to which the answer lies in his steadfastness and though this attitude does seem like he's setting himself up for letdown, he doesn't often regret the things he does. He feels disappointment, yes, but not regret. As to whether or not it's a positive or a negative trait of his, Leo gives it little thought as he looks towards brighter possibilities.

Somehow, however, his attribute of being a dreamer has taken on a literal translation. He's a dreamer all right- a daydreamer. He never seems to be one hundred percent up to date with whatever is happening around him, for he often finds himself lost in his own thoughts. It's something that occurs unintentionally on his part, but he can never keep track of the situation as he delves into whatever corner of his mind. The term "dazed and confused" must have surely been named after the look on Leo's face when he returns back to reality from a trip into his own brain. However, his absentmindedness must not be confused with stupidity, as Leo is also quite observant. This may seem out of the question - absentmindedness and the ability to observe are two contrasting traits - but Leo has a great capacity for small details. He tends to notice those little things that no one else notices. Most of the time he goes into deep thought thinking about them, only solidifying other's opinion of him that he's always so dazed. However, this also means that he struggles with communicating his notice to these details to other people.

Loud, rambunctious, and wild are words that would never be used to describe Leo, nor the words confrontational or rude. Leo is possibly one of the most mellow and gentle wizards around; he's slow to anger and easy to appease. One would rarely hear Leo raise his voice, although if the occasion calls for it it does come out and he's almost always friendly. He enjoys getting to know people and befriending them and he portrays a great deal of selflessness. His allocentrism implies that he is more attuned to the desires of others over his own. His caring trait is shown firsthand by his love for almost all of the magical creatures. In the end, he tries to avoid confrontation and angering others. He would surely get completely beat up in a physical fight where he can't utilize his magic.

Overall, Leo's a kid at heart. He has a child-like curiosity that can only be satisfied by diving head first into adventure. Learning through pursuit and exploration are favorites of his, but they have gotten him into a bit of trouble in the past. On the other hand, he has a lot of heart and does his best when it comes to certain challenges. His strengths include determination, enthusiasm, and the ability to see any sort of bad situation in a better light.







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LIKES
Although he is a pure blood, anything and everything relating to muggles and muggle studies have always interested him and though he likes befriending others, he tends to gravitate towards them. Leo enjoys caring for the magical creatures and is often seen helping out Orion's groundskeeper do so. He's attracted to Astrology and stargazing, finding interest in the vastness and complexity of space. His other points of interest include learning, sweets - particularly pastries, the concept of family, plastic bags, and muggle cell phones.

DISLIKES
Despite all of his love for muggles, Leo would have quite the struggle if there were ever any limitations on his magic, for he minds that magic is one of the most important aspects of his life. On the other hand, the subordination of half-bloods and muggles will never sit well with him. Don't let Leo ever catch you mistreating a magical creature, either. Loud noises and large crowds are things he definitely tends to avoid, along with misunderstandings, the sight of blood, and tomatoes.
































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QUIRKS | HABITS
✤ Because Leo's default state of being includes him having his head stuck in the clouds, Leo's often found absentmindedly drifting off into his own world and even bumping into things because of it. ✤ He sometimes has the habit of falling into a mumble in the middle of his sentences. ✤ He often can't pour a glass without spilling. ✤ Leo likes listing random trivia that usually doesn't apply to the current topic.

TALENTS | STRENGTHS
Magical creatures | It's something he's always been particularly good at, but also something he quite enjoys. You'll often find him tending to the magical creatures or having some sort of magical creature with him.
Astronomy | In his household, stargazing was something they did as a family. Since then his interest in astronomy has only grown, along with his extensive knowledge of it.
Observation | Despite everyone's general understanding of all that is Leo, he is actually extremely observant. Perhaps his absentmindedness is simply the effect of the gears always turning in his head...
Singing | He's in the frog choir, you know.

FLAWS | WEAKNESSES
Absentminded | Leo's always thinking, but unfortunately he's always thinking about something entirely different than the tasks at hand.
Struggles to convey messages | He just can't seem to find the right words to convey his messages- it's something of a "lost in transition" thing for Leo.
Potion making | Because Leo can barely pour himself a glass of pumpkin juice without spilling, one can hardly expect Leo to be able to successfully put together a potion. Potions is definitely Leo's worst class and Professor Nathan always has an eye on Leo in case of catastrophe.
Easily distracted | For he has what many would call Shiny Thing Syndrome, it doesn't take much for Leo to become distracted. He likes learning new things and exploring, so almost anything can become interesting to him.

FEARS
Thunder | Leo's not too keen on loud noises in the first place.
Blood | Even the sight of blood can cause him to faint.


























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Jun Duàn | Father | 44 | Wizard
Meili Duàn | Mother | 38 | Witch
Deshi Duàn | Younger Brother | 15 | Wizard

HISTORY
On the eve of one of London’s most ferocious storms, Leo Duan, son of acclaimed witch and wizard Meili and Jun Duan, was born into world of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The household was overjoyed by the arrival of the first Duan child, though his mother seemed to be particularly enamored by him and was later inflicted with the same amount of affection towards Leo’s younger brother when he was born. He was spoiled, to say the least, by whatever immediate family he had in England and also his extended family back in China whenever they decided to send him gifts. Smothered with love from his parents, Leo lived a generally happy childhood in his household and it was far from what a normal home would be- according to muggle standards, that is.

Leo’s status as a pureblood came to shape his lifestyle. Unlike the muggle born witches and wizards or even the unfortunately unknowing half-bloods, magic was an ever present force in Leo’s life. He came to know and understand magic as something that simply was; it was normal and ordinary and imagining a life without it was completely and utterly out of the question, especially for the son of a Duan. In China, the roots of the Duan family run deep, the family line extending back for centuries and the Duan name itself was something to be desired. From a young age, Leo learned how to utilize magic. Given, it was all very basic magic and Leo liked using it for his childish desires, but it was a familiar concept, nonetheless.

As to how Leo came to be at Orion instead of the United Kingdom’s own Hogwarts was really something of Leo’s own designation. Despite Hogwarts being recovered from the great battle between the infamous duo Voldemort and Harry Potter, Leo’s parents who claimed to be “new age” wizards gave him free reign to choose whichever school he wanted to go to after knowing all that had happened. As a Minister of Magic, Leo’s father was able to pull strings and send Leo to the school of his choice: Orion Institute of Magic. When asked how he came to such a decision, he claimed that he liked waterfalls.








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FCs: Lee Soohyuk - Leo, Maggie Chueng - Meili, Hiroyuki Sanada - Jun, Park Chanyeol - Deshi


Player: fivehours


Beware the waterfalls, everyone!

So begins...

Leo Duàn'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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On the contrary to what any magic-employing witch or wizard may utilize as a means of transportation, Leo had taken an airplane to Australia and how absolutely exciting it was! When he had brought up the notion to his parents, that he wanted to travel to the ships not by portkey, but by the winged vehicle in which the muggles used to travel, they had been thrilled by the idea. His mum and dad were muggle supporters, you see; They said that it was imperative that he learn of muggle ways and customs, even down to their travel habits, as it was how magic-wielders learned how to thrive amongst the muggles. Leo didn't care to pay attention to their slightly stiff speech about how muggles were to be respected, cherished members of society and that despite the fact that most of them had no magical abilities at all, they were not lesser beings, as he knew the prattle by heart. Instead, his mind wandered to what it would be like to board one of those huge, white crafts.

Leo loved how the muggles developed technology to compensate for their shortcomings, even though the technology was still quite basic in function. Airplanes did in multiple hours what a portkey could do in seconds, his younger brother, Deshi, had pointed out. He just didn't understand that that was besides the point! Leo would be able to experience first-hand what the muggles do and it's not every day that a young witch or wizard could do that. Although, he'll admit that there are those pure-blooded witches and wizards who aren't as fascinated in the muggle world as he is, he couldn't understand how they could resist the appeal. It was, in fact, the reason as to why he found himself in the muggle docking station for airplanes- the "airport"- and boarding a plane to Australia when it came the time to venture to Orion Institute of Magic.

The airport itself was terribly exciting, full of muggles who all needed to be somewhere, who needed to go someplace and although the airport workers took his owl Peach away from him and put her somewhere with his luggage, an angry-looking businessman yelled at him when he accidentally bumped into him, and he had gotten terribly lost while looking for his plane, it was thrilling and wonderful. However, the actually being on the plane was even more fantastic. The interior was spacious, yet extremely cramped at the same time, with passengers sitting side by side in long rows. Just above him, Leo had an array of buttons, most of which controlled lights, but he eventually caught the nasty look that his seatmate, an fat, balding man, gave him when he pushed them one too many times. Although the plane ride took almost a day, Leo kept himself occupied by talking to the kind stewardesses who brought him little packaged peanuts and watching an array of muggle movies.

By the time he boarded the ships to Orion, he was missing the the muggle friend he made on the airplane; he had been a boy of about eight and kicked the back of Leo's seat until Leo roused from his slumber. They ended up bonding over how it was both of their first plane rides. He also could help but feel a little sad while he looked into the depths of the water surrounding him as he recalled one of the muggle movies he had watched. It was a story about a poor man named Jack who fell in love with a beautiful woman on a ship named Rose, but it ended in tragedy when the ship hit an iceberg and Jack died. Nevertheless, he was extremely happy to be back on the ships. The young wizard was filled with warmth and a sense of belonging and he was eager to get back to school to be with all of his friends.

Only when a loud rumbling was heard, along with the huge tremors of ocean water, followed by the screaming of multiple first years, did Leo lift his gaze from the hypnotizing movements of the ocean and come out of his thoughts. His sight came to rest upon none other than his old friend, Moe, a Taniwha who may look quite frightening, but was really one of the most lovely creatures that Leo has ever met. During his first year, Leo had managed to befriend Moe, after he learned of his love for lemon flavored pastries and they're still friends to this day. No one seems to question Leo anymore when he loads up a rucksack full of lemon tarts to bring to Moe, even though Leo has never explained why he does it. Leo was happy to see Moe again at that moment, but all of the first years seemed terribly relieved when he left. Leo left it up to other sixth and seventh years to calm them down and explain that Moe was actually just a wonderful being.

What usually happens after all of the students get off of the ships is that they all load into the stead-less carriages and then travel the halls to file into the Great Hall. The students then sit through the first year sorting ceremony and are given a speech by Orion's headmistress, Headmistress Syborn. Leo would have done this, just as everyone else, but, well, he slipped off the end of his carriage when he saw a wild Puffskein out of the corner of his eye. What was Leo to do when he saw that the poor creature was in terrible shape, filthy, trembling, and looking absolutely terrified? Needless to say, he chased the thing for a good amount of time before catching it and calming it down. His robes may now be muddled with dirt and leaves, but he has the little Puffskein hidden beneath it and it was his prize. He was hoping that the small bulge on his torso and the cute squeaking would go unnoticed.

"You're very late, Leo." On his way to the Great Hall, as he rushed, rather, the flirtatious voice called to him. The figure that spoke suddenly apparated to the side of him, revealing that the source of the voice belonged to a ghost: Andrea Prebble. The beauty giggled as she gave him a once over, acknowledging his state. However, Leo had little time to speak with her.

"Good evening, Miss Prebble. I'm afraid I don't have much time to speak with you." His words where rushed and short, but he received a haughty huff when he continued swiftly past her. As if it came to him as a second thought, he hastily added a, "You look lovely today." Andrea still looked rather irritated, but the words seemed to appease her as she floated through the wall and off somewhere else.

By the time he came to sit at the very end of the Pegasi bench, a spot furthest from the front of the room, he had missed both the sorted ceremony and the beginning of the year speech. Much to his relief, no one gave him a second look as he entered the Great Hall, all preoccupied by the feast and reuniting with old friends. The Chinese wizard didn't know any of the Pegasi he was sitting next to and, in turn, they didn't acknowledge him. Leo felt himself begin to settle down, his racing heart coming to a steady thump. For a moment he pondered going to find his friends- Devan, Adeline, Galina, Lucca, Andy, or anybody else he could find, but then he remembered the little lump in his robe. Gently, inconspicuously, he opened the flaps of black fabric to reveal big, sad eyes looking at him. Feeling a smile grow on his face, he broke a corner off of a raspberry cake and held it to the Puffskein's nose. He found himself grinning when it cautiously sniffed at it, but soon opened it's mouth and gulped it back. Leo continued to feed the custard-coloured furball.

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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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Leo’s fingertips glided absentmindedly through the dirty, matted fur of the Puffskein, gently untangling the knots and picking out the burrs when the steady motion was interrupted by them. The tiny creature had calmed, the rapid and erratic heartbeat that had been resounding from its body and hummed against Leo’s own chest had steadied. The young wizard could also no longer feel it quivering as it did, and its panicked squeaking noises had been replaced by a melodic purr, a sweet vibration. However, Leo guessed that the purr was the response to the bits of dessert Leo was currently feeding it. It didn’t take long before Leo came to understand that this particular Puffskein was quite partial towards the cinnamon rolls more than anything else, so Leo did his best to appease it by providing it with the sweet, savory treat.

The Englishman wondered to himself if he’d be able to slip away to one of the boy’s lavatories after dinner, if only to clean up the Puffskein a little bit. Though, most of the students went straight to the dormitories to unpack their things and visit in their common room before heading off to bed. It was understandable, as the first day back at Orion was always draining for everyone, not to mention all of the changes in time zones that occurred for the international students. Leo himself was feeling a little bit drowsy, but alas, he prevailed, switching between feeding the famished Puffskein and popping pieces of food into his own mouth. He really had no idea that a certain flaming redhead had snuck up behind him until she let out a loud “boo”!

The squawk that Leo had let out had been less-than-manly, his usually keep, resonant voice raising a couple of octaves as he pulled the flaps of his robes closed to conceal the bantam being that was nibbling on a cinnamon pastry. The action gave him a few odd looks, but students soon returned back to their own conversations. Leo’s slight panic turned into relief, seeing that the one who addressed him had not been a prefect or a teacher who had come to reprimand him for the Puffskein, but Galina, a dear friend of his.

The girl was a member of the Draconis house and the pair had met when Leo was in his third year and she was in her second. He could remember their earlier days, his mind slipping back to a time where she was a much less forward schoolgirl and he was a boney-kneed, scrawny child. Those days were less worrisome, however, for Galina grew to be what she was today; a bold, smart, beautiful person and Leo would be lying if he were to say that his perception of her developed as they grew older from a sibling-like friendship to something that made his heart ache just a tad.

Galina!” Leo breathed, the fabric being pulled over the Puffskein in what Leo hoped was a timely manner. He hit his funny bone on the edge of the table as he turned to look at her completely and he winced in pain. He would have reached to cradle him sore elbow, had he not been so focused on keeping his robe firmly clasped shut. “Hi! You’re here.

Galina’s eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief and a victorious smile was drawn on her red lips. It took her a brief moment to collect herself and stop giggling after witnessing Leo’s reaction; his shriek and sudden movement had proven to be more than comical to the red head. Even if it was not a difficult task to catch Leo off guard, seeing as he was often lost in his own thoughts, she couldn’t help but to rejoice in having successfully frightened him. For the same reason, she didn’t quite begin to suspect that Leo was hiding a little creature under his robe despite how focused he was on his pursuit.

The truth was Galina had missed Leo terribly during the time they had been apart. There was always a sense of belonging and being understood whenever she was with him that she valued beyond words. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why Galina had allowed herself to become so close to the young wizard. Admittedly, they were different in many things but such differences always seemed to compliment each other for the better.

Her playful smile was replaced with an endearing one as soon as Leo shifted his body in order to see her fully. She curved her brows and closed an eye sympathizing with Leo’s pain after hearing the loud sound that was emitted after he hit his elbow on the end of the table. Galina shook her head with a warm smile at his clumsiness and rose an eyebrow finally noticing her friend’s strange behavior in grasping tightly into his robe. She took a pause for a moment and stares suspiciously into his eyes

“Leo?” Galina asked with a smile. ”Are you up to some kind of mischief that you are planning on not inviting me to?” She continued with her typical accentuation on her R’s and with a teasing tone.

Galina’s responses to his actions varied from a giggle to a wince to an eyebrow raise, all appropriate in accordance to his antics. Leo did his best to look innocent at that moment, widening his eyes slightly and biting down onto his lower lip, hoping that Galina’s gaze would stop reverting back between the lump that he was hiding and his face. However, he only pondered for but a moment, the thought of trying to hide the Puffskein away from her only a fleeting concept. Galina was far too smart to just ignore his hijinks anyways and who was he kidding? Like he mentioned, she isn’t a teacher or a prefect, she’s was simply… Galina. A friend who was good and someone he could trust to not seek to be rid of his new Puffskein friend.

With that in mind he smiled at her sheepishly before nodding. He scuttled aside with one hand still holding his robes closed, to make some room on the bench for her beside him and patted the wood of the elongated, glorified chair as if to motion for her to take a seat. The entire time the custard-coloured furball was squeaking in what Leo believed was fear or irritation or mostly likely some combination of them both. Leo made it a point to hush at it in an attempted to calm it down and silence it before anyone else caught on.

Truth is,” Leo began timidly, “I found this little one on the way in.” He peeled back the fabric to reveal the Puffskein who, at that moment, let out a cute sneeze.

Galina slowly took a seat next to Leo as he made room for her to join him. She couldn’t help but to be curious over his reveal and remained quiet as she continued to stare intensely into his eyes waiting for an explanation. Was he in trouble of sorts? The suspense was only being elongated by Leo’s carefulness. Galina blinked somewhat perplexed at the little squeaking noises and when Leo began shushing whatever was underneath his dark clothes.

She shifted her body closer, if only to take a better look after Leo explains himself and showed her the fluffy and seemingly dirty creature. The truth was, Galina had never learned how to act around animals or magical creatures for that matter. Coco being the exception of course, and that was only because she treated him as if the owl were another family member. Referring back to the thought that had crossed her mind before, this was one of the many differences between the two. While Leo has a love and appreciation for magical creatures, Galina’s interests lied elsewhere.

“Wha-…” she began before taking a pause, being terrible at identifying even the most basic magical creature knowing very well it was her weakest skill, “…-What is that?" Galina asked while blinking repeatedly.

Leo took notice of how the two of them, both Galina and the Puffskein, came to share a similar reaction at the sight of the other; their weariness was almost laughable, especially the look on the Puffskein’s face as it squinted at the Draconis sixth year. Leo took the liberty to begin carding his fingers through the Puffskein’s fur, as he was doing previously, and hunching over to use his large stature as a shield from curious, wandering eyes. A fond smile grew upon his face when the furry little creature began to purr once again, tension leaving its body as it releases a quiet humming noise. He then gently nudged Galina playfully.

He’s a Puffskein.” He listed, but continued when he saw Galina’s blank expression, “They’re harmless little creatures, really! People like keeping them as pets because they’re so cute- although, this one is a little dirty and sickly. It’s a scavenger, eating anything from leftovers to spiders, but it particularly likes to use its long thin tongue to eat wizards' bogeys while they sleep.” Leo softly poked at the custard-coloured furball’s nose. “Isn’t he cute? I’m hoping to take care of it until it gets better.

Galina’s eyes widen and she slightly opened her mouth as if to sass the little daring creature, only after he squinted his own little eyes on her direction. She limited herself and responded with a suspicious glare of her own. The young witch didn’t turn her gaze away even when Leo began petting the creature’s fuzzy fur. She was almost too distracted by it before Leo playfully nudged her and explained more about the little fellow.

“Spiders and bogeys you say?” Galina asked in horror before she gulped. It was almost too hard to imagine the small creature eating arachnids though he did seem like the perfect partner in crime if she could scare a person or two when the fluffy creature came to eat their boggers at night.

She paused for a moment as Leo poked the furry little creature’s nose. “He’s definitely something.” She replied with a half smile staring at the Puffskein again. “Does he have a name?”

Leo just shakes his head in response, reverting his attention back to Galina while absentmindedly patting at the Puffskein. “No, I’ll have to think of one later.” Leo’s mind wandered for a moment, as a couple of Draconis students stood from their seats and walked by them, most likely off to return to their dorms ahead of the dismissal. Leo could probably keep the Puffskein in his dorm, though it would be difficult to hide it from this dorm mates. One had a particularly nasty hatred towards magical creatures and although Leo couldn’t possibly understand why, he knew that the other would have the Puffskein thrown out or used as a bludger for Quidditch practice. The thought had Leo frowning. Snapping out of his thoughts, he asked. “What do you think, Nina? Do you have a name for him?

Galina took a moment in thinking a good name for the little creature. She grinned before she discretely leaned closer towards the tiny ball of fur. To bystander’s eyes it might have looked like she were whispering into Leo’s ear. “How about, Mr. Puffs?”

Leo let out a little snort at the oh-so-original name and soon his entire body was quaking with laughter, as he tried to conceal a chuckle. He couldn’t help but think that the name choice was very “Galina” of her. Leo nodded, accidently bumping his head on Galina’s while doing so “I think Mr. Puffs is perfect. Don’t you think so?” He asked the Puffskein, but the creature looked uninterested in Leo and Galina’s antics and simply just blinked at him. His smile drooped a bit and he began to gnaw on his inner cheek, “You won’t tell anyone, will you? About Mr. Puffs?

She couldn’t contain a warm smile as Leo tried to suppress his laughter. She too let out a snort after he accidentally bumped his head into hers, hardly being surprised at his clumsiness once again. She makes a small sound of amusement after the little Puffskein appears to be uninterested in their conversation.

“Your dirty little secret is safe with me.” Galina says with a smile and with double meaning. Since the creature truly had dark spots of dirt and who knows what else all over its fur. Besides, she’d never do anything to hurt Leo, which is exactly what would eventually end up happening if anything were to happen to Mr. Puffs.

Seeing as most students were already finished with desert, the young witch knew it was only a matter of time before they were dismissed and sent to their respective dorms. Without further due, Galina stood up from the wooden bench to return to the Draconis table. As soon as she stood up, she leaned back down again and placed her cheek against Leo’s followed by a soft kissing sound. Such gesture was a common form of greeting back in Mexico and one she only used with her closest friends. “I’ll see you two tomorrow.” she said with a smile staring at them both before she was on her way.

Leo could still feel the warmth of her lips on his cheek, even as she grew farther and farther away, and despite Leo having experienced the action many times in the past, he could always feel a heat rise to his cheeks. His tongue heavy in his mouth, he opted not to speak and make a fool of himself, but rather, he numbly raised his hand and gave Galina a weak wave. Leo wasn’t blind to his own feelings; he knew that the way his heart skipped a beat sometimes or how he often wanted to grab ahold of her hand while they walked down the halls meant that he fancied her. Though with her engagement to Bodhi and his unwillingness to lose her friendship prevented him from acting on his feelings, he sometimes wondered about all of the possibilities.

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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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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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In the swift, relentless fluidity of time, Leo found himself unable to escape the rapid currents of fleeting moments which encompassed the ephemeral weeks. In such time, the slight ache of longing he had experienced during his time away from Orion had been remedied by the natural rhythm of Orion that he easily slipped into. The young wizard's days were once again infused with the familiarity of unsuspecting first years being doused by indiscriminate waterfalls, the occasional commotion caused by the dueling knight's armor in the hallways, and the look of utter exasperation on Professor Nathan's face every time Leo accidentally caused a mishap in his class. To the latter, Leo solemnly regarded his ungainly hands as traitors for their lack of control and he sulked at the inevitability of his potions grade being as poor as it has been for the past six years. Regardless, the young English-Chinese wizard continued his days at school happily.

A little less than a month had passed since very first day back at Orion, and at last he was greeted by the wonderful vibrancy of spring. He deemed its absence as a disappointment, for it was perhaps his most favorite season. Leo favored how the new season brought a certain life to the land, with lush green carpets of grass heralding the dawn of a refreshing term. Its appearance would soon be followed by the blooming of flowers in a magnificent splendor of striking colors, as well as the unfurling of the fresh finery of trees. Leo would even describe the air as different- warm, light on the tongue, and not to mention wonderfully fragrant, giving off an earthy, slightly honeyed aroma. That being said, the pleasant attack on his senses meant that he was either spending as much of his time outdoors as he could, or staring longingly out of the classroom windows towards a brighter sight.

While year after year some students disregard what Leo thinks of as the best part of spring, his own heart sung with elation at the reappearances of the wee, wobbly-legged things known as the unicorn foals. They were perhaps a bit strange looking to some with their too long legs and stout torsos, stumbling about as they tried to gain control of their quivering limbs, but Leo didn't hesitate to coo. His knowledge of the attract equine creatures equipped him with the understanding that unicorns were more trusting of women, preferring their company over the company of men, and their weariness of men disappointed Leo greatly. Leo has long since learned of their distaste in males, the memory of getting kicked in the stomach still causing him to wince. On the other hand, to Leo's delight, the young unicorns provided a little leeway, displaying less distrust in men than the older unicorns. Leo was proud to say that one particularly runty unicorn had curiously sniffed at his outstretched fingertips before sneezing and galloping away.

The fond memory caused Leo to giggle in happiness, a feeling of warmth filling his stomach at the recollection, but his daydream was disrupted when he suddenly collided with a solid figure. While Leo stumbled about, trying to regain his footing, a loud squawk surfaced from the witch or wizard he had crashed into. "Why, you!" a harsh, grating tone of voice hit his ears, emerging from the mouth of the woman he had just bumped into. Though Leo wasn't one to judge a book by its cover, the best word he would utilize to describe this woman is homely; dressed head to toe in heavy black robes that seemed entirely out of season, given the good weather, they hung unsuitably loose on her thin, skeletal body. She was perhaps on the cusp of old age, emerging out of her middle aged era and the salt and pepper of her stringy hair was a direct indication. Her face, leathery and soiled with what looked to be soot, housed haunting eyes and a long, beak-like nose which bubbled with a wart at the tip.

"Where are your manners?" Leo scolded himself sullenly. He began his apology with his signature slow, lolling manner, "Pardon me, mis-" His words came to a grinding halt when a sudden white-hot pain assaulted the right side of his head. Curiously enough, two winces sounded in the air, one of which belonging to Leo and the other to what sounded to be a female. Shrill and orotund, it wasn't a voice that belonged to the old woman. Unable to collect his wits, Leo's hand quickly shot up to rub at the newly-formed ache and his gaze turned to the old witch with wide eyes.

"The nerve of young men these days!" The witch hissed at him, her upper lip drawn up in a snarl only to reveal an empty gap where a tooth must have once been. "They can barely control themselves in the presence of a beautiful woman such as myself! What happened to the days when men had the decency to keep their hands to themselves? Look but not touch? Have some respect, boy!" While Leo struggled to keep up with the rapid-fire words that were spewing out of the woman's mouth at an alarming pace, his eyes came to rest upon both the source of his pain and the source of the mystery voice.

The raving witch's bony, spindly fingers were wrapped around a long walking stick- about as tall as the woman herself- as it dug into the ground. It was ugly and roughly crafted, twisted and full of grooves all the way from its thin bottom to its bulbous top. It perhaps had some sort of magical use, Leo guessed. The curious thing about the rugged walking stick, however, was its currently howling adornment that was wrapped around the top of it by weathered leather straps: a small, female shrunken head that dangled about helplessly as the old woman waved the stick around in Leo's face.

When it spoke, the voice featured a thick Jamaican accent, "Stop shaking me about, Doris, you old hag!" The old woman gasped, halting her incessant shaking in Leo's face to bring the leathery shrunken head up to her own face.

"What did you just call me? An old hag!?" The shrunken head snorted.

"That is exactly what I said! It looks like you have to get your hearing checked, Doris. You seem to be losing it at your old age!" The shrunken head continued, while the woman- Doris- sputtered. "And leave the poor boy alone. Beautiful woman? Don't make me laugh."

"How dare you say that to me, you pea-brained pate!" Doris shrieked and was now resorting back to waving her walking stick around in the air, the shrunken head yelling insults as it was flung about carelessly. The young Chinese wizard wondered briefly if he should interject, attempt to apologize again or pacify the situation, but his efforts were thwarted when his voice was drowned out by the argument. Instead, Leo started to slowly wander away from the fight just as Doris was threatening to sell the shrunken head off to a witch doctor. The exchange had been brief, but it had shaken Leo awake from his daydreaming stupor and he now recognized that he was in the midst of the one and only Mākutu Village.

As he walked from the more barren alleyways of the small village and into its midst, it because apparent that most students had decided to make use of their visitation day and Mākutu was as lively as ever. Islanders and students alike joined in in the hustle and bustle of that day, crowding the streets. Students were eagerly walking about in their regular attire, surely happy to be our of their robes and into a tee shirt and trousers for a change. Leo himself had traded his uniform for a blue button up and black trousers. At first Leo continued to follow the trend of his classmates, popping in and out of stores and browsing excitedly at the store's wares. A couple of his fellow Pegasi's even stopped to say hello to him. Regardless, he didn't end up buying anything. Not officially, anyway, because he did have to pay for the crystal ball that he had accidentally dropped and shattered.

His swift journey eventually led him to the infamous cafe The Honey Pot, a local favorite of all the students at Orion. It was a quaint place, warm and inviting with its promises of a place to eat, relax, and get away from the general chaos of the day. While Leo's mouth watered at the thought of The Honey Pot's freshly baked Cauldron Cakes, his most favorite aspect of the little cafe would have to be the funny little gnome figurines which decorated the establishment. He liked the gnome who held a custard pie high above his head, half eaten as his beard was littered with crumbs, because it had winked at him once. While the gnome hasn't done it again, Leo has made it a habit to wink at the little gnome every time he passes by.

He didn't forget to do so this time around either, winking at the gnome holding the custard pie shortly after entering the little shop. It gazed soullessly into his face, glassy eyes unmoving. Leo was sure that he'd wink at him again one day. Still, Leo smiled at it and silently wished him good day before turning towards the open space of the cafe with the intention of finding himself a seat. That is, until a couple of familiar voices caught his attention, one of which undoubtedly belonging to his best friend.

His suspicions were confirmed as his gaze came to rest upon a group of friends chatting happily with one another at a table; they were all members of the house Phoenicis in which Leo had a degree of recognition. He could identify the handsome features of Orion's infamous Aidan Zeller, the pretty golden locks of McKenna James, and the impressive mass of curls that had to belong to Emma Quinn. However, the witch that brought a smile to Leo's face was giggling cutely, a hand covering her mouth and Leo was eager to chat with best friend Adeline, though it hadn't exactly been long since he'd last done so. Gathering himself, Leo ventured towards the group, catching the tail-end of the current conversation as Emma was saying, "I forgot about that. Did it wear off in the end? I don't remember his ears going back to normal at any point."

Leo didn't know who's ears did what, but he didn't dote on it as he silently came up behind Adie and wrapped an arm around her shoulders in a lazy hug. Now happily draped over the girl, he spoke. "Hi, Adie." He smiled dopily. As a second thought he turned to the table, smile growing to a grin, and nodded at the other three, "and Adie's friends."

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Mac had figured, as fond of sweets as all her friends were, that the Honey Pot was a good place to begin looking for her cohorts, but she hadn’t expected to find them this quickly. Or rather for Aiden to pounce on her practically the moment she climbed up through the floorboards. Not that she minded of course, but the surprise explained the fluttery feeling in her stomach as Aiden placed a warm hand on the small of her back, pulling her along to the table with the rest of their usual group. “In your dreams flyboy.” Mac teased with a flash of teeth and her signature cheeky grin. “It’ll take more than one of your fascist workouts to keep me laid up in the common room. Besides, I’ve got a mystery to solve.” She wiggled her eyebrows as she flashed him a peak of the golden necklace before dropping it back in her bag.

As they joined Emma and Adie at their table, the conversation turned to illicit potions, and reminiscing over the few unfortunate victims either desperate or conceited enough to try and use one on them to help cheat on exams. Personally, Mac was of the mindset of why buy when you can brew, but luck potions were notoriously difficult to pull off, even for those with the natural talent and training for the subject. Still, it never hurt to try a little extra curricular study…

“I don’t remember seeing him after that, but Cora Fairfield bought her potion from the same guy supposedly, and her tail disappeared after about a week.” Mac chimed in a guess right as Leo arrived at their table. She’d never been very close to the dreamy pegasi boy, but he was good friends with Adie, so Mac saw enough of him to be on pretty friendly terms. “Hey Leo.” She greeted simply as she patted an open chair.

“You’re kidding, first years made these?” A brunette fourth year from Phoenicis utter in disbelief as she and another fourth year girl from Centaurus walked into the Honey Pot looking through what looked like a handful of cards in their hands.

“How’d they even get these shots so early in the year? The quidditch season has barely even started yet.” She continued on as the two girls sat down in the table across from Mac and her friends.

“Apparently one of their dads is some kind of sports journalist. Most of the action shots are from last year, but they’re promising different player editions as the year goes on, so who knows what we’ll see later on. Which ones did you get?” The Centaurs girl asked. “I got an Aiden Zeller, a Will Kendell, and the Devan Erskine card.”

“What really?! I got the Adrian Holt, Emma Quinn, and McKenna James ones. I’ll trade you the Holt for Zeller. They’re both really cute, but I want to collect the whole Phoenicis team before the special additions come out.” The Phoenicis girl whom Mac recalled was named Phoebe Tonkin pleaded to her friend.

Silently, Mac smiled into the cup of spiced cider she'd ordered as she recalled thr plucky first years she'd met that first day back to Orion. Apparently they were following through with that trading card idea they'd gone on about, and secretly she was a little curious to see what they looked like.

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      XXXHe sees Leo before he sees them. The wizard towers over the other patrons, some of whom crane their necks to get a better look at him. Aidan doesn't doubt the group of young witches giggling behind their hands like love charmed muggles appreciate what they see. Leo Duan is a handsome man, all fierce lines and hard muscle - chiseled jaw shifting as his lips twitch into a smile, dark eyes twinkling when he winks at a gnome. Aidan tells himself he isn't envious at all, and he isn't, not really, not until the wizard appears mere feet away from him and wraps a long limb around his Adeline.
      XXXSomething twists in his gut. It's lucky Winnie appears just then to slide overflowing plates of food in front of. He must be hungry. Aidan shovels the chicken parma in his mouth. It's one of his favourite dishes, but he barely tastes it.
      XXX"Hi, Adie, and Adie's friends," says Leo, voice pouring like smooth, manly honey from his throat. A weaker wizard would turn right then, relinquishing their membership of the club of heterosexual males, if they'd belonged to it at all. Aidan waves at Leo with a fork, before lifting his gaze from his now empty plate.
      XXXHe follows the curve of Leo's arm - shoulder to elbow to wrist, to the fingers dangling much too closely to Adie's chest - and grumbles quietly under his breadth. "Doesn't even play Quidditch." As far as Aidan knew, all Leo did was sleep. Perhaps leo had purchased a muscle hustle potion from an expert brewer. Those biceps could not be natural.
      XXXAidan blinks, realising he might've been staring a bit too intently at the other wizard. Aidan's just as much of an alpha male as Leo, perhaps more so, and he has a sickening feeling that he's acting like an threatened dog fighting for its territory. He's ashamed.
      XXXAidan takes a long swig of butterbeer. He doesn't know why he's feeling the way he is. He's never been one to be jealous. Jealousy, frankly, is a pointless emotion. Either you fight for what you want and get it or... You fight for what you want and get it. Leo is a great wizard. And one of few genuinely nice guys. He has no reason to feel this way.
      XXXHe gives Leo a welcoming smile. But it feels like a grimace.
      XXXAidan leans back in his chair, chest expanding as he throws an arm over the back of Mac's chair, but he quickly draws it back to grab his mug of butterbeer. What in Merlin's name are you doing? he curses. Peeing on your territory?
      XXX"...I’ll trade you the Holt for Zeller," a voice trails. Aidan shifts his gaze from the table to glance at a few students walking past. He glances at the cards in their hands and nearly chokes on the butterbeer flowing into his mouth. He sets down the mug, slamming his fist into his chest.
      XXXWarmth races to his cheeks like molten lava.
      XXX"Eat me! Eeeaaattt me," a squeaky voice moans. Aidan stares down at the needy nachos. The warm mozzarella stretches open like a mouth. "Why don't you love me?"
      XXX"Is it the cheese? It's the cheese, isn't it?" another nacho wails, chopped tomato hands stretching out to drag the cheese down its crunchy surface. "I told the chef to go easy on the cheese! It makes me look fat. Oh, god. Everybody's on a diet these days-"
      XXXAidan wolfs down the bowl in two minutes, flat. Anything to shut them up. There's a moment of uncomfortable silence as the last of their screams die out.
      XXX"Hey, what's the difference between a needy nacho and a baby?" he asks in the silence. "One is delicious and the other is a nacho. Haha. Ha."
      XXXI hate you. I hate you so much. Aidan restrains himself from spelling himself out of existence. Does the vanishing spell work on humiliated wizards? He is practically inanimate. Or an iguana. Except both have more brain cells than him.
      XXXAidan clears his throat and grapples for something to say. Quickly, before everybody else had time to register his lame, miserable attempt at a joke. Before he was given a boot in the back for lacking comedic finesse. Or worse. A pity laugh.
      XXX"Devan should be here soon," he says quickly. "And I ran into Hector over the holiday break," he says to Emma. Or Emma's nose, at least. He didn't think he could look anyone in the eye just yet. "His ears are back to normal. Kind of. He says he has more ear hair now than he ever had before. Poor lad." Just then, he remembers what Mac showed him a glimpse of and shifts in his seat to look at her. "What was that you had in your hand? he asks carefully. "But before you take it out - does it explode, transform into a dragon, open a portal to a malevolent dimension, attract every poisonous insect and reptile within a hundred mile radius or worse, alert the Council of Magic to your illicit activity?"

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“I don’t remember seeing him after that, but Cora Fairfield bought her potion from the same guy supposedly, and her tail disappeared after about a week," Mac replied as Leo appeared with a typically dreamy greeting. Emma gave a small salute to him, before her attention was drawn to a pair of fourth years, talking about something to do with Quidditch. She nearly choked on her drink as she heard her own name mentioned. Somebody had made them into trading cards? Well, that was new. And would most definitely be of use if she wanted to try out for any professional teams. She just hoped that the shot of her was flattering, because she was pretty sure that she pulled some strange expressions while playing, particularly while swinging the bat.

Aidan actually did choke on his Butterbeer as somebody mentioned something about him being attractive, and Emma had to press her fist to her lips to stop herself from laughing. Poor old modest Aidan. Emma chose not to comment as he attempted to recover, focusing on the girls' conversation. But it moved away from the trading cards and on to some cute wizard in their year. Meanwhile, Aidan wolfed down his needy nachos. Despite how good they tasted, their constant moaning and whining was too much for Emma to endure. They didn't last long enough to get out more than maybe three complaints when Aidan was eating them. They got out two on this particular occasion, when he was trying to shut them up and distract himself.

She rolled her eyes at his joke, not even gracing it with a laugh as she took a mouthful of her drink. Bad, often distasteful jokes were generally a bad way to try and break the silence, because an even more awkward silence resulted. Eventually, he said- still not meeting her eyes- that Hector's ears were back to normal, and then asked Mac what she had in her hand. Emma gave Adie a nudge and indicated the pair of girls with her hands.

"Wonder what we'd get for the actual Aidan Zeller," she muttered behind her hand, grinning. "That'd be one way to get out of early morning trainings." She looked over at Leo. "What about you, Leo? Have you got any of our trading cards yet? They might be worth something in a few years," she remarked, grinning. She really wanted to go and find this potions merchant now, see if he had anything interesting. She'd have to recruit a Centaurus to test it and make sure that it was actually safe to drink and that she wasn't going to end up with cat whiskers or blue skin or anything like that.

She crossed her feet under the table as she glanced out the window, playing with her hair. She'd really thought that they were going to go seek out that mysterious person as soon as Aidan was finished eating, but now other conversations had struck up. Maybe she'd have to sneak away and go check it out herself. As long as the wizard wasn't a dementor in disguise, she'd be fine. Or would she? Would she be able to hold her ground in a duel if the wizard started fighting? She could do it in duelling club, but that wasn't the same as in real life. Should she go and hope for a fight to see if she could do it? But what if she couldn't? Should she bring someone along? But what if they got hurt as a result of her failing? Maybe not. Maybe she should just stay here and out of trouble.


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Will didn't comment as Mair started to babble, still smiling. She kept losing her train of thought, and she kept apologising for what she was saying, and clarifying it, and apologising again.

"Just ignore me! Sorry for coughing in your face... and making your face wet... and taking up your space..." She said, starting to dab at his face before pulling away abruptly. He raised an eyebrow, wiping the rest of his own face. He was about to say something, but she continued talking.

"Wow. I should go. Just forget this happened. Ok? Ok." He laughed a little, taking her arm to shop her from walking away. "If you'd give me a second to get a word in edgeways, I could actually reply and you wouldn't have to apologise so much. I wasn't actually studying, I was checking out the books. And I never mind pranks by you, Mair," he said, smiling at her. "There's pranks that are funny, like that one, and then there are pranks that are just plain annoying. That was a funny one," he said, shrugging a little.

He couldn't honestly be mad at Mair. It was pretty damn obvious that she hadn't meant any harm by it. And even if he had been mad, her continuous apologies and babbling was much too endearing to continue being mad. Being angry wouldn't be fair to her- and as short tempered and irritable as he could be, she was the one person that she could never be mad at. She meant that he never got too far behind on notes when he fell asleep, and that meant a lot. Even if he only used them once and they were then used as scrap paper to write stuff on. She didn't just write them down, either- she made sure they were laid out in a way that made sense. Will probably would have made sense of it anyway- after all, he frequently made sense of his 3 AM scribblings- but he still appreciated in.

"But if you're so set on going to the Honey Pot, then I'd like to go with you. Alternatively, we could go for a walk or something. I just want to pick this up," he said, holding up the book he'd dropped before. It actually had stuff he hadn't read before in it, and he felt like it would be a worthwhile purchase. It would definitely be one he'd be leaving in the common room after he left, because if he could learn from it, then everyone else would too.

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There's a reason that Adeline Butler loves spring. Firstly, it's the sun's first proper reappearance since withdrawing behind the thick, grey storm clouds that usually obscure winter skies. Those fresh rays of light may not bare the same heat as summer's rays, but they're enough to have the young witch eagerly tipping her face into the warmth with full lips stretched into a happy smile. There's also freshly blooming flowers to paint the landscape with a tempting palette of colours, a cacophony of new bird song, and this year the delightful sight of unicorn foals tottering around on long legs. Though Adie has never felt at ease around any horse-like creature, even she can't deny how utterly adorable the baby unicorns look. For all that, there's something else Adie loves about spring more; the fact that it means summer is on the way. She's a summer child beyond a doubt and always craves the heat of summer when confined to the chill of winter. Spring takes her one step closer to her favourite month, and Adie can't wait.

Of course, though it may not be summer just yet, Adie has nothing to complain about as she smiles around the table at her friends. Adie has always considered it lucky that she was placed into the same house as these three. She's been friends with Mac and Emma practically since their first year, and after five years of sharing a dormitory and classes with them, Adie's convinced she's made friends for life. Aidan may be in the year above, but she's just as close with him. The girl still breaks into a bright grin at the memory of the time she tricked him into eating a vegemite sandwich.

Hearing her three friends laughing and joking around the table is enough to make Adie's day. Even make up for the fact that half her every-changing sprinkles are currently being digested in Aidan's bottomless stomach. Emma's laugh is contagious and Adie joins in, grinning as Emma plots ways of drugging their friend and insane quidditch captain. Then Mac is reminding the table of Cora Fairfield's temporary tail, which elicits another giggle from the brunette. She's about to ask if the potion merchant was ever caught when a long arm wraps itself around her shoulders in a warm embrace. Adie's already guessed at the identity of the hugger and is turning her head with a happy smile on her face when Leo utters his greeting.

"Leo!" Adie chirps excitedly, half turning in her chair to see the Pegasi wizard, one of her own hands coming up to hold onto his arm in a small attempt at a hug. Their first proper hug of the day will have to wait until they're outside. That dreamy smile decorating his lips is one Adie has come to love about her friend. She still remembers that smile from the first time they met, back when Adie had been a shrimp of a first year, and Leo a knowledgeable second year. Or at least that's what Adie had thought upon bumping into him in the corridor and asking for directions to her next class. Somehow the pair had ended up even more lost than Adie had been in the first place, but Adie hadn't minded particularly as she had been having too much fun with little Leo. The appearance of a waterfall had seen them both bathed in luminescent water, the soaking happening in seconds as the waterfall had passed over them on its way down the corridor. Adie still remembers the giggling and amusement that had ensued as the potion in the water had suddenly pulled their feet from the solid ground until they were floating in the middle of the corridor. While Adie might have missed that class, she had gone to sleep that night convinced that she'd made another friend. Five years later and there's no doubt that she was right.

"Come take a seat Leo!" Adie insists, nodding to the chair Mac was patting. It's only then that she hears the talk of the quidditch card girls, and Adie's smile grows into a smirk as Aidan almost spits out his butterbeer at the shock. Apparently Aidan's method for dealing with students arguing over quidditch cards in his image is to scoff down his food in a single go. Adie watches as Aidan makes fast work of the food, only noticing now the already demolished plate of chicken purma. Only when the muffled screams of the nachos have disappeared do Adie's eyes shift back up to Aidan. He breaks the silence that follows with an awkward joke, made possibly worse by the expression on his face. Adie doesn't know whether to laugh or offer him a comforting pat on the shoulder and tell him he tried. Thankfully, Aidan works to break the silence again by turning first to Emma, and then to Mac as he makes conversation.

Adie's attention is drawn back to Emma as her peer nudges her, and Adie grins at the joke. "What would the real Aidan Zeller be worth?" Adie contemplates, her tone amused as she steals a gaze at the wizard in question before turning back to Emma, "He'd probably be worth a whole lot more if he didn't eat so much food. He'd eat them out of house and home before they could even think to trade him back." Adie laughs at the thought. Though she's joking, the empty plates sitting in front of Aidan offer proof that there is some truth to the matter.

Though, as her mind turns from quidditch cards to quidditch games Adie's thoughts are immediately pulled to a fortnight from now. The first school game of the season is scheduled for the second coming Friday, and as luck would have it, it's Phoenicis versus Draconis. That will certainly be a good game. "I would definitely advise collecting the Phoenicis team cards." Adie chimes in with a smile at Leo, "After we wipe the floor with Draconis everybody will want our cards." Well, Adie certainly hopes that her confidence will prove true. She would hate to lose the first game of the season, especially to Draconis. Though, given that the Phoenicis team is made up of mostly returning members and the Draconis team is fairly new this year, it's hard to tell what will happen. Aidan's certainly been making sure that they're flying as a well-oiled machine, but there are a lot of unknowns in the Draconis team. Like their new seeker, a third year who, by the looks of things, is a super fast flyer. Adie will just have to hope that she's faster than him.

Pushing thoughts of future opponents out of her mind, Adie's eyes crinkle as she leans into Leo. "I hope you'll be cheering for me, Leo. If we win I'll sign my quidditch card for you and when I'm famous it'll be worth millions." With a laugh Adie glances at the others and shakes her head at the nonsense. Taking another sip of her hot chocolate, Adie hums at the sudden flavour of chocolate on her tongue. The chocolate changes to peach, followed by something tasty and sweet that she can't name. Then, with a final sip her glass is emptied. Adie pushes her glass forward, smiling her thanks at the waitress as she comes to collect the empty plates. Nibbling on her lip, Adie contemplates heading up to the counter to see the arrangement of slices and tarts on display. Her sweet tooth is calling, and the witch is finding it hard to resist.

"Does anyone want anything from the counter?" Adie asks the group as she pushes herself to her feet, resting a casual hand on Leo's shoulder as she waits for potential answers, "Mac? Emma? Aidan? Don't tell me you're full already Aidan! You've only eaten two whole plates of food." Adie teases with a grin before looking at Leo, "I can get you a lemon tart if you like, Leo?" She's known Leo long enough to know his favourites, though now she's considered getting a lemon tart either way. If Leo doesn't eat it, Adie's sure one of the others might like it, and if they don't than she'd happily eat it herself.

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Aiden was acting weird. And not just his normal brand of hyper, nerdy, control freak weird that was part of his charm, but awkward, nervous, and neurotic weird that was a pretty clear sign to Mac that something had him flustered. His sudden attempt at a joke just seemed to clench it, and Mac had to stop herself from teasing him for it as she saw his face. ‘Oh Aiden...no buddy...why…?’

Mac couldn’t figure out what was up with him, and then she saw it. Behind the embarrassment and insecurity playing clearly across his face, there was the briefest of looks. A look filled with longing...directed at Adie while Leo draped across her. It wasn’t as if it were the first time Mac had caught Aiden looking that way toward Adie, nor was it particularly shocking considering Adie was beautiful, brilliant, driven, and funny. It was easy to see why anyone would look at Adie that way. The question at hand was why watching Aiden do it made Mac feel like someone was tying knots in her stomach? Distracting herself before she said something to compete with Aiden’s bid for awkward moment of the week, Mac downed the rest of her cider and plastered a grin on her face. Lemon tarts you say? Aiden’s still paying right? She asked, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously. Normally Mac wasn’t big on letting people pay for her, but the urge to mess with Aiden was suddenly an itch she felt an irritatingly strong desire to scratch.

Fortunately for them both, her friend’s wallet in particular, Aiden recovered his conversation skills quickly, updating them on Hector before she could order enough baked goods to fill the Phoenicis common room. For the poor left out first and second years of course. Mac had just finished shuddering at the mental image of Hector's newly acquired ear hair when Aiden brought up the necklace, and this time her face lit up with a much more genuine smile.

This...would be Auto’s latest present. Mac drawled as she pulled out the necklace. It looked even more beautiful than she’d remembered, and the warm lighting of the Honey Pot made it seem to glow. “Not a clue, but that’s the fun part!” Mac continued cheerfully as Aiden began to list off all the different dangers associated with enchanted objects he could imagine. Holding up the obviously enchanted necklace for her friends to inspect, one of the murky figures that danced across the surface waved at them.

“It didn’t kill me when I cleaned it off earlier though, so I think we’re safe...at least for the moment.” The last part Mac threw in just to push Aiden's buttons. Though honestly, Mac couldn’t imagine how something this beautiful, that felt this warm and inviting, could possibly be dangerous. It was a mystery waiting to be solved, and if there was something Mac couldn’t resist, it was a mystery being dangled right in front of her.

"I was planning on looking for Jonas later at the Wreck. This is kind of his area, so I'm hoping he'll be able to give me a clue or two about how to open this thing. Wanna come with?" Mac went on excitedly. While snake oil potions held a lot less appeal to Mac when she was the one using them, she still planned on going with her friends to see what
was for sail. Afterwards though, she was hoping to convinced a few of them to come with her to the Wreck. She and Emma in particular made a formidable flirting duo when inclined, and there never seemed to be a shortage of cute wizards at the Wreck, which could make for a fun time.

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It shouldn't come as a surprise to Miss Butler that her offer to bring back some delectable treats from the coutner is met with an almost universal 'yes'. After all, only the strangest person would refuse the offer of a freshly baked lemon cake, or chocolate cake, or really any type of cake. Adie nods happily at Mac and Emma, noting the requested lemon, and raspberry and white chocolate cakes, before a grin splits her face at Mac's last comment. If Aidan were still paying that would definitely encourage the witch the bring back an array of whatever the Honey Pot has on display.

“If Aidan is still paying I’ll get one of everything then and bring it all back for the table.” Adie replies with a laugh, sending Aidan a teasing wink as she does. “Or perhaps I should get two of everything if you're still hungry Aidan."

The teasing dig leaves her lips as the witch pulls her purse from her small handbag hanging from the back of her chair. The clasp purse fits comfortably in the palm of Adie's hand, and she weighs it in her hand to make sure that she has enough wizard money to pay for the cakes herself. Despite the teasing, she wouldn't feel right buying all the cakes in Aidan's name, or even just the three treats for herself, Mac, and Emma. Especially not when she offered.

"Be back in a tick guys." The Australian adds with a playful wave, clutching the money purse in her hand as she navigates through the tight maze of chairs.

While the quaint cafe is never without patrons, on the weekends Orion students are allowed into Makutu, there's always a large influx of customers in the Honey Pot. It means that the majority of the chairs are usually full, blocking up the usual routes and making even small witches like Adie have to turn sideways to get between two pushed-out chairs. She mutters 'excuse me's and 'sorry's as she passes, before glancing to the side and realising she chose the most difficult path of all. Just to the left she would have had a clean run of it. With a small laugh to herself, Adie shakes her head and returns her attention to the front of the cafe.

Adie doesn't catch Emma's warnings about a potential fight breaking out, not when the quiet chatter of other customers almost drowns out her friends' voices, but she doesn't need to hear it. Not when Adie's attention is gained by a slither of scales darting past her feet. The serpentine apparition earns a small gasp of surprise from the witch's lips, the girl not prepared for spying it gliding between the legs of chairs and people of the Honey Pot. From the snake, Adie's gaze drifts up to be confronted by the sight of Devan and a stranger.

She is rivers of liquid gold hair and lithe limbs, a striking jaw, and a natural aura of beauty that turns heads. Adie's almost certainly sure that she must be new, if she's even a student. But, aside from the girl's looks, it is the way she's interacting with Devan that draws Adie's attention. At first glance Adie assumes the pair to be a couple, for their proximity and the way the blonde seems to speak softly to Devan alludes to the idea. Only when Adie catches a flash of wood pointed at Devan does she realise this is no lover's tryst. Without thinking Adie takes a step forward, ready to defend Devan should he need help despite the absence of her own wand, which sits useless inside her bag hanging off the back of her vacated chair.

It's as Adeline is stepping forward that the blonde speaks again, her voice quiet, yet able to just carry to Adie. The witch hears Aidan's name spoken on hopeful lips, and her eyes turn to gaze over her shoulder towards where she had just left Aidan. When Adie's gaze falls back on the blonde, there is curiosity aplenty to be found. How does the blonde know Aidan? Surely Aidan, who Adie had known and been friends with almost her entire time at Orion, would have at least once mentioned an acquaintance with someone as gorgeous as this girl. Adie makes a note to ask Aidan later, stubbornly determined to figure out how, who, and why. For now, Adie's questions are directed towards the pair in front of her as she takes another step forward,

"Devan, are you okay?" Adie asks, her tone is at once concerned and somewhat casual, the casual aspect thrown in on the off chance that she has judged the situation completely wrong. While Adie is not best friends with the Pegasi wizard, she likes to consider herself on friendly terms with him. Enough so that she'd jump into a situation like this without a second thought. Though, given that Adie is usually one to jump in without thinking a situation through regardless of the circumstances, it should come as no surprise that she's standing in front of the pair at all. She's always been the kind of girl who acts first and then thinks, a trait that has often seen Adie walk herself into trouble. Hopefully this isn't one of those times.

"You know Aidan?" Adie directs her next question at the blonde, her gaze glancing from the wand held in the other witch's hand up to her eyes.

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      XXX"Wonder what we'd get for the actual Aidan Zeller." Emma nudged Adie, a playful grin on her face. "That'd be one way to get out of early morning trainings."
      XXX"Wow, couple weeks into the school year and you're already trying to sell me off into a life of servitude," Aidan teased. "Honestly, Emma. Villains only announce their plans in movies. Now I have the perfect evidence to bring to the Wizengamot."
      XXXEmma stared out the window, her hand lifting to twirl a golden lock around her finger. A line was pressed between her brows and disappointment tugged at the corners of her lips.
      XXX"Oh no," Aidan sighed. "She has that look on her face. I've seen it before." He gave Mac a meaningful glare before returning to Emma. "Whatever you're planning to do, don't."
      XXX"What would the real Aidan Zeller be worth?" Adie mused, catching Aidan's eye. "He'd probably be worth a whole lot more if he didn't eat so much food. He'd eat them out of house and home before they could even think to trade him back."
      XXX"Ohh." Aidan lifted his brows, feigning surprise. "I hadn't realised you were still planning to feed me. I was expecting a cupboard. Chains. The works."
      XXXWhen Mac responded to his previous question regarding the disconcerting origins of her pendant with "Jonas," "Wreck," "Auto," "present," "didn't kill me" and "I think," Aidan knew the pendant was bad news. Nothing good came of Mac's adventures, many of which Aidan had partaken in, chaperoning when Plan A failed. Considering that Plan A was convincing the - overly - curious Phoenicis to restrain herself, he supposed it was no surprise. Still, she broke Orion's rules more often than any reasonable Witch should, and he was complicit.
      XXXHonestly, they should revoke his Prefect's badge now.
      XXX"I suppose persuading you not to go to the Wreck will likely be ineffective," he said blandly. "Then I suppose, yes, I will follow. In fact, don't even consider going without me." He frowned, blue eyes staring intently into Mac's. He touched her shoulder briefly to reaffirm his conviction and so she knew he would not let her out of his sight for a moment. He had the vigilance of a hawk, or a school prefect.
      XXXAidan did not recommend opening anything, even if the curiosity was nagging at him. The pendant looked old and curious, its shell face appearing almost natural, but what could keep the shell shut so tightly besides magic? He supposed an unlocking spell might work. It would certainly be interesting if it didn't, he wondered if it might've been spelled to open only at a certain Witch or Wizard's touch, or if perhaps...
      XXXHe stopped himself.
      XXXHypocrisy was dangerous territory. He should not be curious at all. He rummaged through his extensive knowledge of Orion's rules and codes of conduct - all 666 pages of them - but could find no clause that explicitly stated that a person could not keep what their familiar had found, or force it open if it was a strange pendant.
      XXXAdie jumped from her seat as she offered them a stream of viable treats. Aidan stomach rumbled at the thought. Or it could be from indigestion. Who knew if he'd chewed the Needy Nachos properly as he'd shovelled them into his mouth. They could still be in there complaining.
      XXX"I'll have whatever everyone else is having, thanks," he said, meaning he would have what every single person was having, but he would keep it all to himself. He dug into his back pocket for his wallet, but Adie was gone.
      XXX"Looks like things are about to get interesting here," Emma said suddenly. Aidan turned in his seat to find what Emma had been looking at.
      XXX"A snake!" someone screeched. Cries followed as patrons leapt back. Aidan saw a flash of sunlit gold.
      XXXHe swallowed.
      XXXOh no, he thought. Ooohh no.
      XXXIn all of his 17 - almost 18 - years, Aidan had known only one person to have a snake as a familiar. As far as he knew, that person was safely tucked away in Hogwarts, or as well tucked away from Orion as was safe for the world outside of England. There were other gold-skinned snakes in the world. Of course, that must've been it. Her school year had already begun. It would not have been her.
      XXXCould not be.
      XXXAidan couldn't see what Emma saw from where he sat. He found a familiar head of oak brown hair and was about to call out until he saw a glimpse of a muddy skirt. Devan with a girl?
      XXX"Woah," he said. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing? You see her too, don't you? Do you think she's real?" Aidan turned to look at his friends with wide eyes. "Devan has a girl."
      XXXAidan had known Devan for a while, and did not know of any girl in his life at the present. He seemed completely disinterested in any of the - numerous - girls Aidan had tried to set him up with. Their apparent proximity was something to behold.
      XXX"Damn, Devan," he murmured, shaking his head in mock horror. "Leave room for the Holy Spirit."
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      XXX"Devan, are you okay?"
      XXXThe voice startled her, but not enough to relax her grip on her elder wand or to shift her gaze from the wizard standing in front of her. If anything, her hand seemed to tense, magic ready to escape with the hex poised on her tongue.
      XXX"You know Aidan?" the girl in her periphery demanded. The question seems a fraction sharper, where the former might have passed for casual curiosity. At the mention of Rose's name, hope unfurled in her chest. Until her mind strung the words with clothespins and allowed their rose-tinted allure to lift like water from cloth.
      XXXA question. It had been a question.
      XXXAidan didn't tell them.
      XXXShe should be used to it by now, she thought. She should.
      XXXBut disappointment clawed at her, fumbling for anything at all to keep itself afloat. It flailed like a drowning man, pushing and pulling her under.
      XXXShe pulled the hurt apart until it was a thin bit of string, a rope she took a lighter to and burned to ash.
      XXXMaybe it's just her, she thought. Maybe she and Aidan aren't close enough.
      XXXSurely his closest friends knew. Surely.
      XXX"Sure," Rose offered with a nonchalant shrug. "I stayed with him over the Summer break." It hadn't been that long ago, surely he hadn't forgotten about her in the few weeks he'd been here.
      XXX"Do you know Aidan?" she asked the girl politely.

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