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Lito Folk

"The future is not set in stone, it is ours to change and manipulate."

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

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Stolen Dance | Milky Chance || Do I Wanna Know | Arctic Monkeys || Sweater Weather | The Neighbourhood






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Lito Jasper Elias Folk

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Lito is generally preferred
Li {family only}

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Seventeen {4th May}

 
Sixth

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Draconis

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Half-blood

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Danish, of Danish & Mexican descent

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Bisexual

 
Dialogue: #88a376
Thoughts: #9ea376






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Odin
{Eagle Owl}


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12" Silver lime wood, unicorn tail hair core, slightly springy
{A strong, loyal wand suited for Seers and those skilled in Legilimency.}

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Mountain Lion


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Ancient Runes Club | While many find the subject dreary, Lito prefers it above all else and is a dedicated member of the ARC.
Fox Club | It did not surprise Lito when he received an invitation to Fox's elite club. Whether it was through his highly connected Aunt (Norah Folk, Head of Denmark's National Bank) or his family's legacy of Seers is unknown, though it's likely that both impacted Fox's decision.






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"'      ,

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...     ."
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To call Lito something of a contradiction would be an understatement. There are many aspects to his personality; contrasting facets that shift depending on those in his company. Among those he considers beneath him, or not worth his time, Lito is indifferent, not concerned in the slightest with what they think of him. There is no false mask or painted smile, merely his honest self. He'll be blunt, show no fear of hurting feelings or insulting others because, quite simply, he doesn't care. Whether they like him or not is really not his issue. He doesn't go out of his way to insult them, because that in itself would mean he cares one way or another, yet neither does he show the same convivial manner often exhibited with friends.

Towards friends there's an undoubtable effort put in. He'll trade clever witticisms, laugh at jokes, and offer or accept advice when necessary. While his initial indifference may put off some to begin with, once they get past that wall they'll find the more amicable side of the young man. He can be inclusive, attentive, and charming, a good friend to anyone who claims the title. If he's truly interested in pursuing a friendship or flirtation with someone, Lito is not shy in striking up conversation. Despite his family drilling into him the need to respect his gift of prophecy, Lito is not above using it for more duplicitous means. More than once he has exploited his family name and gift in order to flirt with a person of interest, offering to read their palm or their tea leaves while purring subtle advances. His father would shake his head in disappointment, but Lito sees no problem in using his gift to meet his own needs. He suffers all the disadvantages, why not reap the benefits too?

To those who have earned Lito’s dislike, it’s important to note that he’s still partially indifferent, at least in the sense that he feels no need to impress them, put on a false smile, or in fact go out of his way to provoke them. Instead, when circumstance sees him running into someone he dislikes or enjoys antagonising, he’ll employ a snarky sarcasm that is used to push and prod at his enemies, gauging their reaction and grinning in amusement at the response. Lito isn’t one for revenge; nasty, vindictive spells aren’t his cup of tea and it would be wrong to classify him as a bully. His teasing is more for amusements sake, and he’s more likely to target those with short tempers than those likely to burst into tears.

There's also no denying his persistent, perfectionist nature, particularly concerning those subjects that he is notably interested in. He may show startling indifference towards divination - in fact he only takes the class due to parental pressure - but subjects such as ancient runes or alchemy earn his complete respect. Others he deems important are offered the necessary input of time, merely because he believes that what he can learn from the classes will be valuable to him in the future. He's ambitious enough to recognise when certain skills can offer him advantages and logical enough to see that despite his distaste for some, their possible usefulness in the future is not to be taken lightly.






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Ancient Runes & Studies have always been favoured subjects of Lito's, and two he excels in. He's also fond of Potions and Alchemy, though less naturally talented. Lito's favourite season is winter, especially when there are heavy snowfalls. He'll never admit as much, but Lito loves warm baths. Butter beer and spiced pumpkin juice are his favourite drinks, while his mother's home cooking is his preferred meal. He has a collection of Runic journals, and will read them happily by a roaring fire. Without a doubt he adores Draconis common room's view of the cove below.
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Lito has never cared for Care of Magical Creatures, viewing the subject as a complete waste of time. He also dislikes Herbology, though he doesn't complain as he knows it to be somewhat important. Muggle airports have confused and irritated the wizard the odd few times he's had to step into one. Radishes and cold hands Lito can't stand, while he can't think in messy surroundings. He's also developed a strong distaste for spiders, and anything else with eight legs, multiple eyes, and fangs that send a shiver up his spine. Not to mention ominous tea leaf readings, Orion's waterfalls, and shoddy school work.





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 | 
Master of the incredulous eyebrow rise ✀ Often captivated by tea leaves ✀ Superstitious ✀ Left handed
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✀ Languages; Lito speaks three fluently, Danish, Spanish, and English as the result of bilingual parents, and is somewhat proficient in reading ancient runes.
✀ Analytical, Perfectionist; Lito is skilled in the use of logic, a talent which is evident when assessing his class work. He's systematic and thorough, taking his time to ensure that the final product is everything he can make it.
✀ Divination; born to a long line of seers, there's no denying or avoiding his own talents, no matter how much he may abuse his powers.
✀ Ancient Runes, Alchemy; While his natural talents lie in divination, his interests lie elsewhere, and he's dedicated himself to these other subjects.

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✀ Arrogant; While some might call it a high level of confidence and self-awareness, there's no avoiding the fact that Lito can be very cocky. He knows his talents and he isn't scared to flaunt them.
✀ Indifferent; To those people and subjects Lito doesn't care for he is incredibly apathetic, rarely putting in energy or effort to explore or get to know them.
✀ Abuses his gifts; For all that Lito was born a natural Seer, he gives the subject little serious attention. In fact he only takes the classes because his parents make him.

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✀ Spiders, or really anything with eight legs, numerous eyes, and those shiver inducing fangs. Lito has hated the arachnids since a had a tarantula fall onto his shoulder as a child.
✀ The Grim, his cousin used to scare him with tales of what happened to those who saw the Grim. Lito may claim he no longer fears the ominous omen, but the truth is he's still terrified.





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Augustine Folk | Father | 48 | Pureblood
Luisa Rivera | Mother | 44 | Half-blood

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Augustine and Luisa may have grown up on opposite sides of the world - Denmark and Mexico respectively - but fate found them crossing paths oceans from their homes at just the right moment. While many would put their meeting down to pure coincidence, Augustine always claims that he knew it was to be. And in fact, there's a good chance that his foreknowledge was real, for the Folk clan has long claimed the ability of foresight. For generations they have produced Seers, some more powerful than others, yet all possessing the inner eye. Lito is no exception to this inherited gift, displaying hints of his heritage from a young age.

Augustine and Luisa's love was not instantaneous, the barrier of language and different views of the world seeing it grow gradually. Yet, grow it did, and eventually the pair married. Luisa, daughter to a muggle and a witch, moved permanently to Denmark where she continued her studies of ancient runes and texts. It was there that Lito was born, named for his muggle grandfather. His childhood was filled with magic, learning Spanish from his mother and Mexican traditions, while being taught by his father's family to fully appreciate and control the powers of a Seer. He quickly came to love his mother's work, trotting along behind her whenever she went on field excursions and tracing runic marks before he had any inkling of their meaning.

On the other hand, while his respect for his divination abilities was strong as a child, as he grew he slowly lost that appreciation, becoming quickly tired of being constantly reminded of its significance and therefore his own special importance. He didn't feel special, or that his powers were a gift. Rather he viewed them as a curse, hating the insight they offered whenever he cast his inner eye into the murky future. It didn't help that his cousins told him fictitious stories of Seers who had seen terrifying Grims and died hours later, or other stories of death and pain related to the Folk birthright. Yet, perhaps most of all it was the expectation that he would carry on the family legacy that eventually made him turn his back on his gift.

Yet, the Folk name is not so easy to brush off, and even on the other side of the world the family of seers is known. Luckily, Lito quickly learned to take advantage of the family name, putting his talents to use for all the wrong reasons. His parents may have forced him into taking divination and arithmancy, but they have no power to stop his taking advantage of the other aspects his abilities offer him. And thankfully divination is not his life. There are many other topics that catch his attention and people that earn his interest, Orion's diversity and opportunities sparking Lito's often hidden desire to learn all he can. While he's not entirely sure where his future lies, he appreciates the relative freedom the school provides and plans on making the most of his last two years.


So begins...

Lito Folk'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
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 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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Lito Folk arrived by portkey, leaving the Danish morning behind and reappearing the next second in the heat of an Australian afternoon. The old teacup was discarded into a cardboard box of similarly useless items, all old portkeys, and he was ushered from the arrivals area towards where his ship was docked. Lito had barely taken a step away when the Australian wizard overseeing the arrival of international students turned a shocking shade of beet red, the wizard's tired eyes trained on an approaching sight that was sure to raise a few muggle eyebrows.

“If I’ve said it once before, I’ve said it a million times, brooms and carpets are to go to the South dock, and SHOULD BE UNDER INVISIBILITY SPELLS.” His voice was loud enough to carry to the approaching carpet, catching the attention of the three seventh years who were gently setting down the flying carpet just short of the exasperated wizard. “This is why we need harsher penalties
 always reports of muggles seeing brooms, carpets, and who knows what else
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Lito left the wizard to his grumbling, only glancing over his shoulder once to see the wizard redder than ever as he argued with the three teens. Huffing a laugh, Lito followed the path down to the dock, boarding the boat with a nod to the next bored official. The trip to Orion never took too long, thanks to a series of charms and spells that pushed the boat along at an incredible speed without it ever appearing to move at anything beyond a muggle snail pace It seemed Lito just had time to fall into a cabin with a pair of Draconis fifth years before they were pulling into the cove.

As he made his way out to the deck Lito was in time to see the descending tail of Moe. Leaning against a free length of railing, Lito watched in amusement as a gaggle of first years whispered excitedly about Moe's appearance. Lito felt no inclination to explain that the Taniwha was harmless to anyone not threatening the school, it was too much fun watching them trade theories over what it was and whether it might come back to take a proper chunk out of the boat - or one of them. He doesn't hide his grin, and when one of the younger children chance to look up at him, he merely winks before heading away.

There is a buzz in the air as the older students travel up towards the school, their voices echoing in the great hall as they enter and take their seats. The food is already laid out, magically warmed and kept fresh, while also ensuring that the mouth-watering smells continue to tempt any hungry students. Lito takes a seat among his fellow Draconis peers, glancing down the table in search of any particular friends. Whenever he spies a face he knows he winks, before a grin spreads across his lips as he spots a small group of second years drenched in pink, bubbling water. They’re seated at the end of the table, all attempting to scrub off the unwelcome liquid with varying degrees of success. The trio have obviously found themselves at the bottom of one of the magical waterfalls that are prone to suddenly appearing in Orion’s corridors. While some of the falls carry normal water, others have been known to hold charmed liquids. All will leave a thoughtless student drenched, while a few may result in dyed skin for the day, or cause a student’s voice to begin gargling like a large frog. Lito is sure that the waterfalls change spells regularly, for he’s never seen this pink concoction before, and he’s mildly interested in seeing what effects it might have on the three poor victims.

Of course, his attention is temporarily drawn away from the waterfall’s targets as the new students are being ushered in, watching as the young witches and wizards gaze up in obvious wonder at the shifting ceiling above. Soon enough the sorting hat is swearing its way through the welcoming song, no doubt earning a few shocked gasps from the first years and several disgruntled humphs from the stricter teachers. However, Lito catches sight of Professor Favreau clapping happily along. Favreau may be head of Centaurus, but he’s one of Lito’s favourite teachers because he shows such enthusiasm for Lito’s best-loved subject, Ancient Runes. Favreau catches Lito’s gaze, nodding a silent greeting before turning to clap enthusiastically as the first student called up is sorted into Pegasi. Lito claps too, politely, only increasing the pace of his palms when a student is placed in Draconis.

It’s as Lito is gazing down the table at the newly sorted first years that he catches sight of another new face. She is older than the others, a transfer he’s sure and one he is instantly taken with. Gleaming black hair flows down her back, captivating brown eyes blink out from beneath thick lashes, and lips tipped into a smile look decidedly kissable. Her fair skin is flawless, and seems to positivity glow in the hall's lights. Nudging his neighbour at the table, Lito nods down towards the girl,

"Who is she? The new girl?" He asks quietly.

"Japanese transfer student from Mahoutokoro." The seventh year replies as he elbows Lito back, for he knows what that look in Lito's eyes means, "Don't scare her off Folk."

Lito just grins in reply, patting his friend on the shoulder as he listens to Headmistress Syborn's address. As soon as she has given the signal to eat, Lito is up, gliding down the table and sliding in beside the new beauty with a charming grin. A first year squeaks as he is displayed, but Lito pays the young wizard no mind as he leans in to greet the transfer witch.

"Welcome to Orion." Lito says, when her gaze finds his, "I'm Lito Folk, and you are?"

She smiles in reply and bobs her head, before saying in a light voice, "Kimiko Yamada"

"What a beautiful name, for a beautiful face." He purrs, sliding his hand across the table to brush against her fingers. Kimiko blushes slightly at the contact, though gives a slight shake of her head to indicate she doesn't quite understand his words - though no doubt she comprehends the meaning behind them. Lito is slightly disappointed that her grasp on English is minimal, but he's come up against tougher obstacles than a language barrier. Of course, perhaps in this case he has overestimated his abilities, for ten minutes later he has gotten no further in his quest and is instead close to making a fool of himself. Rather than focus on charming the attractive girl, Lito decides on another tact, instead pointing to his favourite foods and introducing her to any ghosts that glide by. Perhaps if he befriends her now, it'll make any future developments all the easier to instigate?

It's only when he hears a familiar voice advertising her black market service does Lito finally turn his attention from Kimiko. His smile turns into a smirk as he spots Andy several seats down, her voice just carrying across to him as she speaks with one of the other new students.

"When she says anything, Andy means anything. I've yet to see her fail in any request." Lito calls down, cutting his gaze to Andy as he adds in a joking tone, "Though I'm still upset you won't let me read your future as payment. Others have found my insight quite valuable." Lito glances back to Kimiko in something akin to disappointment. She had merely nodded happily at both of Lito's 'predictions', her grasp of the English language not quite stretching to understanding the innuendo behind 'I see you smiling, happy with a handsome, mystery new arrival in your life.' With a sigh Lito turns back to Andy, once again stretching a charming smile across his face as he says, "Though if you're interested in a reading Andromeda, I can give you a private one after dinner."

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It would be almost an impossible task for her to hide her smile which only seems to widen the closer she gets to the institute. Although she was not particularly unhappy living with her parents, it wasn't until she was at Orion that the witch felt a kind of freedom she couldn't quite get elsewhere. The young witch stares with much amusement on all directions, shifting her petite body around the boat as needed, hoping to find familiar faces on the neighboring boats. However, her gaze does not land on any familiar face in particular, instead it falls upon plenty of new young faces. Some of the younger boys and girls appear to be petrified by the seemingly menacing look of Moe, the ever so mighty Taniwha. Galina is now particularly amused by a first year boy who has quietly began shaking at the sight. The boy has a rather pale skin, his hair as curly as it can get and light blue eyes that show his fear. He appears to be not much older than how old Galina was when she first arrived at Orion. With a devious smile, the older witch comes closer and takes a seat next to him.

"Careful now." The older girl says tilting her head and taking a pause, her finger pointing towards the water where there is left no trace of the Taniwha that had submerged itself into the water seconds before. "You wouldn't want good ol' Moe to smell your fear now, would you? " Galina whispers close to the young boys ear.

"Wha-" the young boy almost jumps out of his seat and begins to search through the water, searching for the dragon-like creature. The boy gulps rather quickly before he can mutter another world. "It-..." his voice begins to crack. "It can do that?"

"It can." She says in a matter of fact kind of voice. But before she allows herself to continue, she moves closer to the edge of the boat where she places her hand outside and reaches the cold water. Her hand is now drawing spirals and small circles across. In the young boys eyes, it almost looks as if she is enticing for Moe to come back. "In fact, it feeds off of it."

The boy is now truly petrified along with the other few first years who have listen to their conversation. Quite frankly, the young witch took pleasure in messing with first years and causing a bit of mischief, for what could have been a better way to start the year than messing with the youngsters and giving them something to remember. Of course, her mischief comes to an end when some student from the House Phoenicis calms the students down and explains how Moe is there to protect them from all harm and is basically harmless to all Orion students.

"Aguafiestas." Galina mutters through clenched teeth. Which translates to 'party pooper' in Spanish.

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As she did with most things, Galina keeps herself entertained by playing a game she made ever since her second year out of the sorting ceremony. She is trying to see if she can outdo her score from the previous year when it comes to correctly predicting in which house the first years are going to be placed in. She makes her predictions out of sheer observation and intuition, of course. Based on what she has carefully observed from the little interactions she's seen of them so far. Even when the sorting hat sends students to other houses other than Draconis, the young red head is rather joyful whenever she adds another point whenever she guesses correctly.

Galina smiles particularly when she noticed the same boy from before. 'Draconis', she thinks to herself before the sorting hat is placed upon his head. Her suspicion confirmed by Daisy who confirms her prediction. The boy takes a seat nearby and Galina can't help but to nudge him with a warm smile. "Welcome to the best house!" The girl says with a smile before she welcomely extends her arm for a handshake.

"Thank you." The boy says shyly, shaking the older girl's hand across the table.

"I hope you'll hold me no resentment for earlier, I was simply teasing you." She says with a friendly smile as the boy nods in response.

"What's your name?"

"Oliver, Oliver Miller. What's yours?"

"Galina Reyes." The boy smiles and nods before he is silent and begins eating out of the feast before him.

At last, the last student has been sorted into Draconis. Loud roars emanate from the Draconis table, including Galina's firm claps and loud cheers. Once the Headmistress Sybron has finished addressing all of the students, Galina's attention begins to shift her attention towards Andy and Lito who are sitting not too far from where she is. Galina is hardly surprised when she sees Lito creeping around a new student, particularly a beautiful and foreign girl who is surely one of the transfer students. Neither is she surprised when she sees Andy advertising her services. At the moment Galina simply smiles at both of them, having missed her fellow housemates. She shifts her eyes onto all of the recently joined students.

"Surely you'll all want to join both knitting and potions club, won't you?" Galina smiles cheerfully, always loving nothing more than to accept new recruits. Soon enough she grabs a slice of the apple pie. Her custom being to always have dessert first.

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___EARLIER THAT DAY
There were many times in Aria’s short lived life that she often found herself wondering how the hell she ended up where she was. She knew that a life of luxury would always be an option, but her admission to Orion had certainly put a wrench in her otherwise flawless plan - even if she didn’t know it at first. From a young age she knew that her life wouldn’t be insignificant, nor would it be monumental, but never in her wildest dreams would she have pictured herself standing in a boat with sweaty children.

”W-what’s that?” a boy with blonde hair and gaze that let her know just how much he was scared of Moe looked up at her in question. Aria didn’t smile but she didn’t leave his question unanswered either, ”Don’t look at him in the eye, if you do it’ll appear in your dreams and kill you within a nightmare.”

He quickly ducked his head and made sure to keep his eyes on the ground while she patted him on the back in what she thought was soothing motions to stop his shaking. Aria could hear a sniffle from where the boy hid underneath a canopy of blonde hair and with a roll of her eyes she gave up her little lie and told him the truth. He looked at her in anger but with a cold stare directed right back at him he backed down.

It was apparent the boy had not yet seen the only muggle film she had ever appreciated, Nightmare on Elm Street, and for that she could only wish his soul well.

”Believing in everything you hear will be your downfall,” and with her final parting words the boat docked and she calmly walked up the winding road to a place she would have to call home for the rest of the year. However before she disappeared the boy called out to her and asked in a timid voice if she wouldn't tell anyone about his fright. She smiled and nodded her head before turning around and walking away.

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___LATER
Aria remembered her first year at Orion and to say it was a disaster would be an understatement. After having been queued up for more then twenty minutes Aria had been fed up by the hat’s timely decision making and as such told it off when it rolled over to her turn. Needless to say Daisy had expressed it’s opinion on her with various insults and colorful swearing. She wasn’t horrified per say, but more embarrassed by the fact it seemed to lack manners.

Not wanting to be reminded of her past she then tried to distract herself by tapping out a five eight beat and it was only when she spotted a familiar mop of blonde hair did she stop her annoying tick. His name apparently had been Andrew, and it surprised her immensely when he was sorted into her own house division. They made eye contact but she shook her head no to his unasked question of,”Can I sit with you?” She didn’t want the boy to follow her around like a lost puppy and giving in to him that early in the game would only show weakness in her heart.

Without paying attention once more time seemed to fly by and soon enough the Headmistress gave the students the green light to gorge on food in front of them.

She found herself looking out into a sea of hopelessly optimistic students and it was only with a sigh did she force herself to move to her house table where meaningless conversation would take place.

However, just as she was about to lose hope on finding anyone she’d like to be in the company of she spotted Lito yelling to Andy from where was seated and noticed a pretty girl next to him looking as bashful as any other girl. On the other side of the room however was Galina with her firey red hair eating an apple pie.

Aria walked down the long aisle and sat across from him and gave a nod to Andy to acknowledge her presence - she was of course one of the few people she hadn’t completely destroyed relationships with yet.

“I saw pale kings and princes too, pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci. Thee hath in thrall!” her voice was clear and with a smirk that seemed to be all knowing she continued, “Be careful with whom you tease, love.”




    La Belle Dame sans Merci ; A poem about a dying knight who tells the reader of how he ended up in his position. Flirting with a maiden who invited him to her fairy cave and as she kissed him asleep he dreamt about all the other knights, kings, and princes she had seduced and woke up on the side of a hill - cold and dying. The next morning he is just that.

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"Crush still going strong, I see."

Lucca would absolutely be more than okay if the professors suddenly decided they were in a foul mood and dismissed everyone to their dorms to stay in their bed until given further notice. He adores Hana, he truly does, and her being willing to initiate conversations is invaluable in their friendship given that he is often at a loss for how to do so with even his closest of friends, but she always manages to know precisely what to say in order to make him nervous. To be perfectly fair, I didn't start liking her till last year so I mean still is a strong word, he stumbles over his thoughts even when they are for his listening only, the poor sap. Of course, poor devoted Lucca doesn't realize that most people don't have such longstanding crushes. Before Adie, he had been enamored with a girl who graduated last year. Some people are simply prone to long, intense crushes: the somewhat awkward boy is plagued by this tendency.

The young man grabs a roll and obscures the bottom half of his face with the needlessly massive baked good. His eyes finally flick over to Hana, still watching him in that mischievous way of hers. There is no winning against the girl, Lucca by now knows this. He studies the small imperfections in the bun as though they are newly discovered constellations, imprinted their exclusively for the viewing of his starry eyes. "I- Well- yeah," he finally manages, looking up at Hana, waiting for her to tease him in some manner or another. It's inevitable, he knows- she's just like Leo in that manner. At least people have yet to tell him how entirely hopeless the affections are, given Adie's vivacity and popularity. He already scolds himself far too often over it to be able to withstand the well-intentioned warnings of others on top of it.

By the time he realizes he's doing it, Lucca's hands are already caught up in his own hair. It's a nervous quirk of his, one not uncommon to people in general, to mess with his hair when nervous. Thus he fiddles with it distractedly before finally smiling, deciding with slightly uncharacteristic initiative to change the subject. Directing it towards Hana is perfectly in line with his character, at least- he is one of those few who enjoys hearing people talk about themselves.

"Anyway, How was your summer?"

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When Lito chimes in to offer a recommendation of Andy's business, several of the female first years begin listening with a renewed interest. Andy is caught between the instinct to smile at the advert and the desire to roll her eyes, and ultimately finds herself doing both. Of course, it is that crooked smile of hers, more sincere than a smirk but lopsided in such a way that makes it seem less than earnest. She could likely beam with complete and honest interest and still be taken as sarcastic thanks to this little lopsided aspect to her smile. Only an open mouth smile prevents this, and the young woman is of the opinion that these are only permissible when laughing. Luckily she does laugh frequently, often at the expense of another person.

Lito may still be talking but Andy is distracted by the fresh face beside him. Starting the year off with an acquisition? Oh you sly dog, his little sigh and disappointed glance towards the transfer student throws doubt at this little assumption of hers. It doesn't matter a good deal to Andy, of course- Lito may very well go ahead and mess with every person in the school, so long as they can keep up their constantly jesting friendship. Andy, while fond of flirting and sex and the like, is of the mind that friends are far more preferable than romantic interests. If you like someone enough to date them, wouldn't it be even better to be one of their closest friends? Given the various romantic plights and drama throughout the school, it seems some do not quite agree with her, or are too taken in a less than friendly way to adopt the Andy Quillen school of thought.

"I can give you a private one after dinner," Andy grins and tilts her head just so, allowing her to look at him under her lashes flirtatiously. Those who know the two are aware that this is not to be taken seriously. First years, however, wonder at the relationship between the two.

"As wonderful as that sounds, lovely, I worry that you wouldn't have the stamina to give me a satisfactory. . .reading," the effect of this, and the suggestive wink that it ends with, is completely ruined when she wiggles her eyebrows in a less than alluring manner. They are caterpillars come alive, as Andy is incredibly proud of her ability to manipulate them.

Andy winks in response to Aria's nod, and happily listens to the somewhat eccentric girl's warning. "Oh Aria, I'll gladly wander into your fairy cave," she teases across the table. If there is one thing some people may take issue with in Andy, aside from her shady dealings, love for dares and bets, flexible morals, and tendency to poke fun, it is the fact that she seems to communicate one third through teasing and flirting. It's simply far more fun a way to speak to people, especially when it gets them flustered.

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It was loud. Annoyingly and frustratingly loud. Thus far, he had managed to keep the outside world from his eyes, encasing his vision in black, and occasionally a light pink when the sun shone bright enough to penetrate the thickness of his eyelids. But now, now it was becoming increasingly difficult to fight the urge to look upon the scene that would surely lie before him if he were to crack open an eye. With an angered working of his jaw, he exposed blue irises to the world and took in the sights before him.
The sea brine in the air had tickled his nose earlier, but somehow, as he stared out at the vast blue ocean before him, the scent seemed to amplify, and he very nearly gagged on the harsh taste of it. Casting his gaze to the left, he saw the people that had disturbed his quiet-- children, really. A whole gaggle of first years, chattering away excitedly. Adrian pulled in a slow deep breath, letting out a long sigh as he glanced up the horizon and saw the grand majesty of Orion in the distance. It was at least another twenty minutes before they would dock, meaning he'd have to listen to the energetic new students yammer on until then.
An increase in the noise level drew his attention back to the water, where a sleek figure moved gracefully beneath the waves. At the edge of the boat, dozens of bodies lined the railings, eager heads poking over the side to try to catch a glimpse of stunning creature. The varying expressions on the students' faces was awfully telling. Before he had the chance to register the movement, a boy rushed past him as he attempted to keep up with the movement of Moe. In his excitement, the boy failed to move his body the few inches to the right it would take to avoid jostling Adrian's shoulder. He stopped suddenly at Adrian's piercing gaze and raised brow, stammering out an apology but stopping halfway through at the calm hand on his shoulder. Looking relieved, the dark haired first year smiled, his eyes lighting when Adrian returned the boy's shy smile with his own charming one and leaned in slightly as if to whisper a secret in his ear. "Bump into me again, and I'll toss you over and feed you to him." He jerked his head to the right, indicating the serpent-like body that continued slicing through the water with ease. The boy's eyes immediately widened and his body jerked into rigid tension. His line of sight drifted over to Adrian's large hand still weighing heavy on his shoulder, and with a slight shudder, he shook it off and ran to the safety of the center of the boat. Adrian waved him goodbye with a saccharine smile. He made a mental note to tell Andy about the whole ordeal later; the kid's face was priceless.
Again, a commotion drew his attention away from the waters, this time to the railings some distance away. A familiar set of blonde hair stood facing an indignant young boy whose hands had recently flown to cover the lower half of his face. Given the embarrassingly scarlet shade of his cheeks, McKenna had just become his new favorite person on the boat. The boy shifted slightly, allowing Adrian to catch a glimpse of the large piggish nose that had likely come off the end of Mac's wand. He couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up in his throat, and an amused snort escaped him as he heard the boy shouting things Adrian couldn't make out. No doubt he had done something to deserve it. He hadn't noticed her presence on the boat until now, likely because he had squirreled himself away into a not easily seen space and shut everything out until now, but he was glad he was there to see what had just transpired. He stared at the back of McKenna's head, willing her to glance back at him with the intensity of his gaze alone. When her head turned, he winked, allowing a sly smirk to quirk his lips to the left, letting her know, if she had managed to pick him out of the crowd at all, that he would certainly be seeing her in detention for that, and, more likely than not, he'd have been the one to rat her out. Without waiting to see if she'd respond to his taunt, he tilted his head back and shut his eyes once more, a rare smile gracing his lips. The last fifteen minutes of the journey were sure to pass quickly.
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He somehow got the feeling that the headmasters of the school were so much more sadistic than they let on. A great feast lay before them, identical platters on food on each large table reserved for specific houses. He glanced around the table, already seeing ravenous gazes fixed on the abundance of food. And that was only at his table. Across the great hall, he could practically feel the general atmosphere of hunger permeating the air. And yet no one was allowed to eat. Not yet anyways. First, they were all forced to sit through the sorting ceremony that occurred each year. Which was fine by Adrian at any rate; he wasn't the biggest fan of boats, and his stomach still vehemently rejected the thought of ingesting any food. Instead, he watched with keen interest as students approached Daisy with blatant trepidation. With every student that joined the ranks of Draconis, Adrian clapped along with the shouting and hollering of his peers, though there was a lack of emotion in his cheering, and his unperturbed air gave the distinct impression that he clapped solely out of obligation.
A familiar face popped out of the crowd, a dark-haired boy with his jaw set and determination lighting a fire in his eyes. Adrian's eyebrows raised, the interest returning as the same boy he had given a fright to earlier that morning had Daisy placed on his head. He leaned forward in his seat, eager to hear what the hat deemed the boy to be. "Draconis," ringed its voice through the room, and Adrian felt himself smile. Their eyes met on the boy's walk, and Adrian tilted his head and raised his hand to wave, letting his mouth stretch in the fakest welcoming grin he could muster. The boy gulped visibly, flinching back for a second before lowering his head and continuing his steady gait. Adrian was vaguely reminded of a charging bull. Much to his surprise, the boy's unfaltering stride led directly to him, and he sat himself down next to Adrian without a word. There was a huff of approval from him along with the makings of a genuine smile as the boy turned to him, brow furrowed, and merely nodded. A true Draconis after all. They didn't speak a word to each other the rest of the sorting ceremony.
When the last student was sorted, and it was finally decreed that the students may eat, Adrian rose from his seat to pick out some familiar faces. He spotted Andy some ways down, and made his way down the length of the table until he reached her side. Before he sat, he flagged over Professor Jones who stood nearby, leaning over to speak in her ear over the din of the loud chamber. The two had somehow managed to maintain something of a friendly relationship despite their interactions, in which she would shake her head disappointedly and tell him he was wasting his potential and he would scoff at her. "McKenna James, Pheonicis girl. Turned one of the new Draconis first-year's nose into pig snout. Saw it with my own two eyes. Horrible tragedy, really, poor boy. I felt so awful for him, I just figured you should know." He pulled back, his brow furrowing, lips curving down ever so slightly until he was the perfect image of a sympathetic friend. When he turned away, however, his eyes regained their glint of mischief. He always kept his promises.
He took a seat next to Andy, nicking a grape from a plate and popping it into his mouth as he did. She was turned away from him, still advertising her business to the new students and then flirting with Lito, and he waited until she had finished before pitching in with his own comment. "Never a day's rest for a business runner, huh? Well if you're not taking Lito's reading as payment, I don't suppose you'd take my wonderful company and friendship as a form of payment, would you? You should." An innocent smile graced his otherwise devious expression as he cocked his head, fluttering his eyelashes mockingly at his old friend.

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There is a definite enthusiasm that seems to permeate the air of the Great Hall as students old and new discuss their holidays, the year to come, and devour the spread of enchanting food before them. Snippets of conversation float through the jovial hall, carrying tales of exotic holidays, gossip of both the extraordinary and mundane, and excited plans for the year to come. Some of Lito’s peers can be heard boasting of their exemplary marks in last year’s O.W.L.s, while those who didn’t receive as many as hoped close their lips and duck their heads. Lito can hear the drawling voice of Dustin Greyson, a South African seventh year belonging to Draconis, bragging about his own perfect score in the fifth year O.W.Ls when he had sat them, before arrogantly proclaiming that he is confident in his ability to acquire a perfect score for his N.E.W.Ts too. The fourth years around him seem to be leaning in, amazed looks on their faces as they hanging off his every word. If Lito wasn’t so preoccupied with his sixth year female peers, he might have turned around and asked Dustin to remind the table what he had received on his Divination exam (a fail), and explain why Dustin had dropped out of Arithmancy halfway through the year. Both would no doubt see the smug wizard turn red, particularly as Lito only knows of Dustin's divination fail because he had been hovering outside the professor's office while Dustin was angrily arguing his mark inside.

But, it is a lucky morning for Dustin Greyson, for Lito is much more inclined to pay attention to the people he actually likes, such as Andy and Aria. His grin widens at Andy's quick response, his own eyebrow rising suggestively in imitation of her wriggling brows.

"Oh, you needn't worry about my stamina Andy, I can perform as long as you need me." Lito's eyes twinkle as he replies, "I've had plenty of practice reading palms, after all." Had one of their audience not yet understood the innuendo behind Andy and Lito's teasing back-and-forth, the flirtatious quirk to his lips lets even the slowest in on the secret. Not that their understanding is Lito's first priority, not when he's more preoccupied with enjoying being reunited with someone who can match him in a game of flirtatious banter.

At home he is always forced to spend many dull, dragging hours sitting through proper readings and lectures from his father on the correct use of his abilities. It is beyond tedious, with the young wizard always aching for the hours of freedom where he could leave the old family home and seek entertainment from the select few friends who called Denmark home. Yet, here at Orion there is an almost endless supply of entertainment to be had, enough to shake the last remnants of boredom left over from his trip home. Lito has no doubt that a few hours around Andy and any of his other flirtations will quickly solve that particular issue.

Especially when another voice joins their party. A slow grin spreads across his face as Aria’s pretty words reached his ears, and Lito raises an eyebrow as his gaze finds hers,

“Wonderful to see you Aria, I’ve missed your refreshing pearls of wisdom.” He hums, his amusement only growing as he hears Andy's teasing reply to Aria's comment. Beside Lito the beautiful Japanese girl still sits, her gaze following the conversation even if her understanding can't. Lito has given her up (at least until her English or his Japanese has improved), deciding instead that he'd rather spend his energy on easier targets or merely catching up with friends he hasn't seen in months. For that reason he leans towards Aria, careful to avoiding dipping the sleeves of his robes in food as he pours himself another goblet full of juice.

"Tell me, were your holidays every bit as rejuvenating as mine were?" He asks, sarcasm heavy on the 'rejuvenating'. "I hope you didn't miss my company too much."

Lito's eyes momentarily leave the face of his friend, sliding down the table until he spies his dorm mate sitting beside Andy. Lito's lips quirk into a faintly antagonistic smirk as he interrupts Andy and Adrian's greeting with his own half-mocking comment, "I don't know about 'wonderful', Holt. He teases, as is typical of the odd frenemy relationship the two have, "but I'd certainly take your company if Andy passes." Lito adds to the blonde Draconis with a sultry wink.

By now the small crowd of first years that have been following the conversation of the four sixth years can be seen gazing in confusion between the older students, no doubt questioning if their first instincts over the nature of Andy and Lito's relationship were correct. Lito raises an eyebrow at one who seems to be frowning in concentration as she attempts to figure the puzzle out, his gaze bringing a blush to her cheeks when she notices. With a huffed laugh Lito flicks his gaze back to Aria, "It must be so confusing being a first year." He mutters, unconcerned with whether or not the first years he is referring to hear him or not.

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    ___FIRST YEAR
    The first secret Aria ever told was that of a simple crush. Lillian was a Centaurus first year with pretty blonde curls and a smile that could blind the world. She had befriended Aria during Charms when she caught her reading poetry instead of listening to the dull lecture on whatever they were learning that day. It turned out her father was a poet himself and as such she grew to appreciate the art, and it was there that Aria found out she was a muggle.

    There was nothing wrong with being muggle born, but having been raised in a home where blood supremacy ran though their veins it was hard not to think a little less of her. However, Lillian’s birth was not what made Aria spill out her secret - rather it was the simple fact that she could.

    Needless to say their friendship ended after the harsh rejection of a boy not worth any of their time.

    PRESENT
    There were many things Aria knew, but knowing how to handle three teen-children was not one of them. While their appearances might suggest a higher level of intelligence their humor was nothing more than that of a twelve year old muggle; and yet they were the closest things she could call ‘friends.’

    There was Lito, a boy whom Aria was sure would have many secrets to spill, and yet as fate would have it he did the job for her. With the disposition of a devil-may-care she steered clear of him until a teacher paired them up in God-knows what class, and their ‘friendship’ blossomed into a deformed looking flower.

    Her relationship with Andy however was much less familiar, but interesting nonetheless. Aria had an ever growing suspicion that the business woman’s hidden agenda in befriending her was to help expand the Orion Black Market, and to spread word much more quickly. Whether it was right or wrong Aria didn’t care for, but if word got out to teachers she’d deny it to Hell.

    Adrian however was a boy of her own virtue, seemingly alone in a school filled with noise and the only way to shut them up was to either fight or tell lies. They’re not close, but rumors can tell more about a person than they know themselves.

    Her train of thought however was broken when Andy made a more than obvious flirtation, and Lito responded in kind, “I often pray for you both, God knows you need it,” she took a bite of the food in front of her and hummed in appreciation. Although there were many professional chefs at her disposal in Australia there was something about the food at Orion that couldn’t be matched by anyone else. ” If your holiday was rejuvenating then mine was exhilarating. Hours upon hours of nothing but fascinating lectures from my Father. Wonderful, really.”

    She could remember it all to well, the hot summer days in her mansion with nothing to do but read or complain. 'Hell on Earth,' she told her mother after a particularly hot day when even the AC didn't help. There were no students for her to sell secrets too, and muggle technology was prohibited unless it was a project her family was working on.

    It was then that Adrian Holt sat next to Andy and began to tell a great story about McKenna James, and as if he didn’t have a filter he began to ask if his own presence would be suitable payment for Andy, "For once in my life I’ll have to agree with Lito here, wonderful should not be in your vocabulary, Holt. It’s far too sophisticated.” Her insult was only meant to be taken half heartedly, but just like the boy she insulted she too didn’t have the restraint from not saying what’s on her mind.

    "Often I wonder what we looked like as first years,”Aria held something akin to remorse in her tone but it quickly dissipated as she stated, ”Did we really look that stupid?” She turned to look at the a group of boys who were watching with what seemed to be genuine curiosity, but they all quickly turned when they saw her look at them.

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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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Beneath the main thoroughfares in the bowels of the castle one finds the Draconis dormitories. Though many might call their residence part of the dungeons, there is nothing particularly oppressive or constricting about the series of chambers that Draconis’ members call home. The entrance can be found, somewhat unsurprisingly, beside a large statue of a dragon curled around what appears at first glance to be a featureless rock. However, with the wave of a wand and the incantation of that week’s spell password – usually a relatively easy enchantment given the range in skill level – the dragon’s claws relinquish its prize and the granite turns itself into a welcoming door. On the other side of the entrance is a spacious common room, with a large window taking up almost the entire opposite wall. Though the room is outfitted with comfortable couches and chairs, and an elaborate fireplace stands against the right hand side wall, it is the view out the window that always garners the most attention. On a good day students can see across the cove below and out to the endless expanses of ocean beyond. It isn’t rare to see waves sloshing against the cliffs directly below as a result of Moe’s enthusiastic swimming, or to find sea birds nesting in the rocks beside the glass. On a stormy day rain lashes against the window, and many have found themselves watching with a mixture of wonderment and fear as lightning flashes across the sky.

The bedrooms of the Draconis’ students reside on two levels, accessed by a wide archway standing in the wall opposite the fireplace. On the same level as the common room runs the male corridor, doors on the right opening up to dormitories shared by the males of each year group. A twisting stone staircase leads down to the female corridor, where, like the males above, their dormitories are divided by year group. Each room holds between five and eight members of the house, depending on how many first years had been sorted into Draconis that year. Large, four poster beds, a private desk and set of drawers belongs to each, with small windows holding a similar view to that of the common room. It always amazed Lito during his first year at the school that so many students could fit into the dormitory, for the doors are spaced in such a way that surely all the large rooms couldn’t fit side by side. It was only when he questioned an older student that Lito discovered there was a spell on the rooms to make them larger on the inside than they appeared from the outside.

Lito was glad of this magical expansion, for as the years had gone on he and his other room mates had grown from the skinny, short, pre-pubescent eleven year olds into the larger young men that they were today. Certainly, a room that was any smaller might have failed to fit all of the young men that claimed the sixth year dormitory as home. As it was their rooms were large enough that one could recline in their desk chair without encroaching on another’s space. It also meant that Lito could pull the curtains to his four-poster bed shut and block out some of the light and noise that developed as morning dawned.

The Danish wizard was not a particularly deep sleeper, and luckily nor was he someone who liked to spend overly long sleeping in every morning. So, though his curtains offered some privacy and protection from the shuffling of his waking room mates, when the noise did wake him, he felt no need to grumble at the interruption to his sleep. Instead Lito pulled himself out of bed, passed a greeting to his roommates before leaving to wash.

Twenty minutes later Lito was slinging his school robe over his shoulder as he stepped through the Draconis’ entrance way. His journey up to the Great Hall was uneventful, apart from when he turned down one corridor only to feel like a freezing glacier had just passed through him. He had jumped in shock, only to find himself face to face with a beaming Adoni Ngariba. The ghost, known as the Cheerful Cook, had a bad habit of gliding through students just so he could see the surprise on their face. This morning is no different, and Adoni’s grinning smile widens as he gets the desired reaction from Lito. Without pausing, the Cheerful Cook lets out a booming laugh and raises into the air, flying down the corridor to seek out more students to startle.

Lito hesitates long enough to put a decent amount of space between himself and the overly cheerful phantom before once again setting his feet towards the great hall. By the time he reaches the large room he’s managed to shake off the last vestiges of cold shock that seems to cling to him whenever one of the floating deceased pass through him. Instead, he allows his mind to be warmed by the smells drifting from the large array of breakfast food. His stomach pulls him towards the Draconis table before he can think to look around the tables for a friendly face, though his path is blocked by the appearance of Professor Jones.

“Your timetable, Mr Folk.” She tells him as she holds out a slip of paper. “I’m surprised to see you aren’t taking advanced transfiguration. You received an outstanding in your O.W.Ls, did you not?”

“I did, however my parents thought that my time might be better served in Divination.” Lito replies, taking the offered timetable with a nod. He glances over the schedule, feeling the usual disappointment at seeing divination on the list. It was the one class he most wanted to drop, yet the only one his parents were unwaveringly set on.

“That is a shame.” Professor Jones says, “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” With that the teacher glides away to find another Draconis student, leaving Lito to finally take a seat. Though he finds transfiguration interesting, he doubts he would take the advanced course even if his parents had let him switch it with divination. He’s much more interested in Ancient Runes, a subject that he’s probably looking forward to the most. Though, for now, what he’s anticipating above all else is breakfast and, before another interruption can delay him, Lito pulls some food towards him and digs in.

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Given the choice, Lucca would be the sort of person who easily sleeps until past noon on weekends, and barely wakes up in time for class on school days. He'd discard any spare moments of anxiety and instead spend them in the embrace or strangle of his dreams, the risk-gain odds being easier to face on some days than those present in morning times. He would be the last person to arrive, such that there was never any need for awkward conversation and waiting for things to pick up. Everyone would already be there, laughing, and he could merely slip in and enjoy the radiance that slips out from the gaps between their fingers. Well of course, ideally he'd be among them, the sort of person able to reach out and grab at the sun without fear or reservation. But he is not so unrealistic as to aim for such status. He is glad to watch the light peek out from somewhere in their mind, through their smiling eyes.

He'd be satisfied just to be a late riser. Instead, poor Lucca, with all of his anxiety, is the sort who springs awake with the sun, and is incapable of falling back asleep no matter how hard he tries. In this sense, he'd be a perfect fit for a quidditch team, ready to start the day when it is still young. Instead he gets ready as soon as awake, and then tries desperately to occupy the time until breakfast. Read a book. Start a letter to mum and dad. Go for a walk- this is the best time for it, when everyone else is asleep. Do some light unpacking. Anything to distract himself from the thought of someone waking up and wondering why Lucca is awake- "What could you possibly be doing at this hour?"

And then he remembers. Of course, the music room is open at all hours before curfew. Already showered, clothed, and ready for whatever class he may have on this first day of school, Lucca heads to the music room to greet an old friend- one of the school's multiple pianos. As in all things, Lucca is a very shy sort of musician, and thus early morning presents a unique opportunity for him to play without the creeping fear of someone wandering in and discovering him. He hates nothing more than to be praised by strangers for his playing, because it turns him bright read, weighs his tongue even more than usual, and forces awkward interaction which half the time makes the poor young man want to vomit. That being said, one of his best friends had been met in that very situation- Aidan Zeller, so it can't be all as bad as he fears. Nothing really is, and he to some extent knows this; that's what makes the anxiety even worse. The knowledge that he is panicking over nothing, but can do nothing to stop it regardless. It makes him feel constantly stupid, no matter how many Outstandings he may earn.

So he sits at the piano and plays, mostly just messing around and making up little tunes on the spot. Matteo had always been the better player when they were younger, and likely by now would have been one to have girls melting in his arms by composing little songs for them. Meanwhile Lucca is happy for a secret concert for an audience of none, while he plays with both hands and tries to ignore the fact that this might have been the way the keys would have looked had it been him and Matteo, playing a solo together with each representing one hand, as they used to play at as kids.

By breakfast time Lucca has been playing an hour, but has no inclination to stop. The breath of air is too welcome, too necessary, for him to be tempted away by the thought of food, especially given the concern of arriving first and sitting alone. The hunger in his stomach is no match for the weight on his shoulders. So he enjoys the air here, even with the slight sourness it comes with. After all, to someone who has spent their entire life in the city, the bitter air might seem perfectly fresh. Such is Lucca's state of mind.

Lucca loves duets and orchestras, loves to watch people work together. But solos can sometimes make it so much easier to breathe, even with the lonely look of the keys that cannot be tamed by just two hands.






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The early bird catches the worm, but Andy is really more of an owl and does her best work under the cover of night. Already a few Pegasi girls have come to her requesting some of those nifty temporary love potions from that one shop back in Diagon Alley. Andy is more than willing to put in the order with a friend of a friend. Orion hasn't become as cautious about such packages as Hogwarts must have been back when her parents attended, and this makes Andy's job all the easier, much to her pleasure. The girl may be one always keen on a challenge, but easy money is never something the girl is one to argue with. Some of those who aren't her fans have accused the girl of being greedy and loose moralled, scolding her for the value she places on money. They are entirely correct objectively, but she couldn't give less of a damn, and often responds by throwing her arms around them and cheerily telling them to bugger off before she sneaks something mostly harmless into their morning pumpkin juice.

Not a lot of people are willing to mess with the girl, despite her unintimidating size and seemingly all cheer expressions. And for good reason.

Even a gal like Andy needs her rest, though, so she is far from the first to arrive at the Draconis table in the morning. Certainly there are those later, and those who sleep past breakfast entirely, but Andy will never be the most morningy of morning people. Hair still slightly damp from her wash and her handy dandy notebook in her cloak pocket, enchanted such that only she may see the contents via writing various passwords down in her rather distinct handwriting. Another package, a colorful box, is tucked beneath her arm.

As the girl walks in, she is delayed by Professor Jones.

"While I look forward to seeing you in class, Miss Quillen, I do hope you intend to focus more on the pursuit of knowledge this year," no teacher has been yet to concretely prove Andy's crimes, the girl being an amateur mastermind, but they all have a very good idea that she isn't exactly on the straight and narrow. Andy smiles back, sweet as you like, and takes her time table. "You know I quite Agree, Professor Jones. Knowledge really is the only thing worth pursuing, you know I've been considering going into teaching- wouldn't it be grand if I were to become a teacher and worked with you? I especially-"

Professor Jones unamused and interested in finishing passing out the timetables, cuts her off with a slight motion. "Yes, yes, Miss Quillen. I'll see you in class," and she is off, never rushing but always timely.

Andy grins and then catches sight of a familiar Draconis boy shoveling food into his mouth with no less grace than a monkey. She slides next to him and drops the colorful parcel in front of him. "Not to interrupt your admirable attempts to force New Zealand into rationing, but I've come bearing gifts. It's a muggle strategy game called smash- oh, wait. More importantly, if Lucy Rodericks or Casey Blair try to give you any foods this week don't take them."

Properly distracted, Andy takes a slice of toast and spreads a very generous amount of raspberry jam on it.

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Breakfast is never a dull affair at Orion. More often then not someone will receive a package from home with some interesting object, or another student will make a fool of themselves, gossip will be traded, and those few that still need an extra hours sleep can be found glumly spooning food into their mouths. There's always plenty to see, and though Lito Folk isn't one to often be found sitting alone, he's never particularly upset by the lack of people to talk with because it allows him to scan the great hall and people watch, a pass time that is infinitely amusing when one attends a magical school.

Across the hall he spies a fellow sixth year, Adeline Butler, pouring a copious amount of syrup on her pancakes, seemingly lost in thought, while beside her sits other members of the Phoenicis quidditch team. Mac, the only one Lito would consider anything close to a friend, claims the seat beside the brunette. He's sure he'll be seeing something of MacKenna James later in the year. She has a habit of finding interesting items with runic scribbling on it. Down the end of the Draconis table Lito spies a group of eager first years, a mixture of Centaurus and Draconis students, who appear to already be searching through their textbooks to get a head start on their peers. While Lito admires their studious nature, he can't say that their choice of study location is a smart choice, for not long after his gaze finds them an arriving owl knocks a jug of juice over their textbooks.

Smothering a laugh with a piece of toast, Lito turns his attention away in time to greet Andy Quillen as she takes a seat with him. Mildly surprisingly him by dropping a bright package on the table before him.

"Smash?" Lito asks once he's swallowed his mouthful of toast, "That does sound like a typical muggle game. Simple, unrefined..." He prods cautiously at the parcel. Though Lito is a half-blood, he has been raised in an entirely magical household. Lito's closest muggle relative is his Mexican Grandfather, of whom he was named after. Yet, even on the odd visits to the Rivera household, his grandmother's magic was everywhere. Therefore it is of little surprise that muggle games such as 'Smash' are relatively unknown to the wizard. Of course, he won't decide that he hates it until he's given it a go, especially when it's a gift. Glancing over at his fellow Draconis Lito offers her a genuine smile, "Though thank you, the gift is most appreciated. Perhaps we can have a game of it later."

A smirk grows on the Seer's face as another idea crosses his mind, and he raises an inquisitive eyebrow at his friend. "Unfortunately I didn't bring you a present, but I can always offer you certain other things to pay you back." He winks at Andy, knowing that the smart witch will easily be able to hear the innuendo behind his words. Despite the fairly regular nature of these comments, both know that it's all in good fun. If anything this is why Lito enjoys it all the more, because he's guaranteed of a friend who can give just as good as she gets. "Or perhaps if you're kind I'll share some of my food with you and New Zealand. I'm a sharer at heart, you know that."

"And thanks for the warning." Lito adds, hardly keen to fall prey to whatever scheme Lucy Rodericks and Casey Blair have dreamed up. He assumes that the girls would have love potions, the infatuation inducing liquids seeming to be the most common potion desired by such girls. Lito has no inclination to find himself under such a spell, but then again he doubts that he'd be the main target. "Aren't Lucy and Casey members of G.A.A.S?" Lito recalls, pronouncing the unofficial club as 'gas'. If they are, then Lito feels that he should warn his friend Godric. On the other hand, it would be rather amusing to see the other young man falling over himself after either of the poisoners. As for Aidan, that would be an image that Lito would never fail to find amusing. He's sure that one of the pair has been the victim of such a scheme before, but he can't for the life of him remember which, or why he had the misfortune of being unable to witness it.

With a quiet laugh Lito shakes his head, deciding against informing anyone. Instead he turns his attention to Andy as he asks, "I take it business is already going strong?" Ever since he heard rumours of Andy's little black market he's been intrigued, plus it's always handy having someone who can easily procure things as a friend.

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The buzz of elation from eager Centauruses had not subsided the night before, as Rue came to learn, for even after the beginning of the year orientation had occurred and the students had plenty of time to catch up with one another, they mirthfully gathered in the common room to enjoy each other's company in the form of a small festivity. Rue had enjoyed herself, falling into the festal mood and exchanging pleasantries with old friends and acquainted comrades, but before she knew it, she was tucked away in her bed. Rue knew the affects that sleep could have on one's appearance and it's called beauty sleep for a reason, for Merlin's sake! Celebrations or not, Rue was not going to sacrifice looking puffy and bloated in the face the next day and to safe, she applied a concoction comprised of distilled dittany drops, haliwinkle, and rose oil to give her a fresh complexion. Though it's greenish colouring looked frightening when applied, the boys who see the girls in it's mask making jokes about them being ogres, it never fails to give girls the skin they so desired.

Rue was not disappointed the next morning, as the peeling away of the mask revealed soft, supple skin and while everyone else was still out like a light, she could get ready in peace. Though her reputation among her dormmates had her pegged down as some sort of un-Rue like, horrifying beast in the morning, Rue just needed to be left alone and untouched until dawn has passed. Rue relished the serenity of being unbothered as she dressed in the robes laced with green and gold and being the fashion enthusiast that she was, Rue made slight adjustments to her uniform to conform to the newest trend. She couldn't go wild with it, as she sometimes wishes she could, for it was still a uniform and any big changes would violate the dress code. Still, the French patrician made those subtle changes, such as a wider bow or slimmer skirt.

By the time Rue was primed for the day and heading out, a few of her roommates had roused from their slumber and sent her off with groggy goodbyes, to which she returned. A swift descend from the Centautus dorm, her fitted robe swaying and hair turned blonde from the color changing spell Colovaria brushing against the dips of her shoulders, ensured that she was in the Great Hall in no time. The faces in the hallways had been intially sparse, and no, the talking bust who mournfully called out to students to save him from his boredom and chat did not count, but as she neared the Great Hall, more and more students gathered. They were all on the prowl for a good breakfast to start their day, their empty stomachs driving them towards the Great Hall like ants towards a picnic. She didn't blame them- her own stomach was grumbling as she walked through the doors and even the sight of the food on the table that had instantly caught her eye had her salvating.

Her first instinct to search for her friends needed to be repressed for but a moment, as her prorities dictated that she search for the head of her House first so she could recieve her timetable. "Ah! Mademoiselle!" And right on time, there he was: Professor Claudio Favreau, fellow Frenchman, ancient runes expert, and Head of Centaurus extrordinaire. The odd, yet strangely lovable, teacher waltzed her way, coming to stop only a few feet from her and giving her a bright smile. He slips into their mother tongue as he speaks, "Votre emploi du temps, Mademoiselle Marcadieu. Je suis heureux de voir que vous êtes dans toutes les classes avancées ." He daintily dips her schedule in her hands, dropping it into her fingers from where it was being held between two of his slender ones.

"Oui, je le suis." Rue confirms his words with a satisfied smile, even preening a little, and Rue watches as a proud, father-like grin blooms on the older man's face. The action seemed to turn back the clock and and give the professor an incredibly boyish and youthful appearance. It was true that taking all advanced classes was more or less a witch or wizard's nightmare and students hardly did it, as they did not want to sacrifice their socials lives or sleep for it. However, Rue's overachieving and competitive nature ensured that she pushed herself to her limits to achieve her goals. With that unwavering grin of his, he ruffles her hair - an action that would be absolutely unacceptable had it not been an action coming from one of her favorite teachers - and wishes Rue luck as he skips along to the next student in a flamboyant manner.

Annoyance fizzles in Rue's stomach at the state of her hair and she quickly readjusts the pale yellow waves to a condition that didn't replicate the intial style, but would have to satisify her for the meantime. As she did so, she allowed herself to complete the action that Rue had prevented herself from doing when she first walked in, and searched for friends in which Rue could enjoy her breakfast with. A skim of the Centaurus table proved fruitless, the few familiar faces there being ones that Rue wouldn't relate to being friends. Rue had to take a moment to hum in sympathy for a few Centaurus students who had their textbooks dampened by fault of an oncoming owl. She continued her search, her gaze catching onto people like Phoenicis Adeline Butler or Pegasi Devan Erskine, neither of which seeming incredibly appealing - no offense to either of them. She found both of them to be quite agreeable, in fact, but just not as agreeable as the boy who had Rue roving over to the Draconis table and balletically taking a seat.

"Please excuse my interruption. Good morning to you both." The formal words slip off her tongue naturally, forming as the result of Rue's instinctive diction. Across the table sat two familiar members of Draconis, one of which being Andy Quillen and the other Lito Folk. Admittedly, the Centarus girl didn't know Andy well, their relationship founded upon the plesant banter that occured during Quidditch. Rue liked the other girl all the same, despite an overall lack of interaction, to say the least. In contrast, Lito is one what Rue would describe to be a good friend; they came to meet through Fox Club, a club designated for the truely talented, deserving students, and Rue was rather charmed by such a winsome and incredibly intelligent young man. Even though they've grown to be friends, Rue still has the habit of lowering her lashes and coquettishly peeking up at him through them and flirtatous banter riddles their conversations.

Rue begins to load her plate with fresh fruit and a croissant, tilting her head inquisitively at Andy and allowing a playful smile form, "What's this about a business?"

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Breakfast is always an enjoyable time at Orion, not least because there is plenty of food spread across the table within reach for a growing boy. Not that Lito is one to stuff his face like some he could see - a member of the Phoenicis house in particular caught his eye from across the hall, the familiar scene of one Aidan Zeller stuffing his face brings a smile to Lito's own. Aidan may be elegant in the air on a broom, but right now... not so much. As for Lito, while his plate wasn't piled quite as high, there was still a moderate amount of food on it. Only, he didn't attack the pancakes and toast like they were about to walk off his plate. Instead Lito takes his time, allowing the conversation of those around him to wash over him as he ate.

He's rather pleased with his decision not to stuff his face, because Lito would hate to be caught with food dripping down his chin by the one and only Rue Marcadieu. As beautiful and wonderful at making conversation as Andy is, Lito's attention is quickly caught by the blonde bombshell as she takes a seat opposite himself and Andy. He hasn't seen her since school ended, yet she is just as easy on the eyes as when they parted. Intelligent mahogany eyes smile across the table at him, bracketed by thick lashes. Full lips pull across Rue's face in a playful smile, and Lito finds his own mouth mirroring the expression as his own dull green eyes explore the tendrils of blonde locks that frame her face.

"Godmorgen" Lito purrs across at her in reply, the Danish flowing as easily from his tongue as French would from the Centaurus witch. "Your hair looks gorgeous like that." He adds in English. If the table hadn't been so wide and he wasn't at risk of dipping his sleeve in a jug of milk or syrup, Lito would have reached across to trail a curl through his fingers. In fact, though Rue has done an excellent job of smoothing down her hair, Lito has the suspicion that someone - most likely the odd Centaurus Head of House - has already ruffled her hair. Though, Lito doubts that Favreau would have touched her hair for quite the same reason that Lito wanted to.

"I hope your holidays were enjoyable Miss Marcadieu." Lito inquires a moment later, watching as the blonde across from him picks out her breakfast. Lito himself slowly cuts into a waffle, though doesn't eat it while he's still talking. "I trust you're taking transfiguration this year, perhaps we can sit together and you can fill me in on your break? Or else, since Andy seems to have refused my kind offer of a private reading, I could treat you to a preview of what your year will entail?" Lito darts a quick, cheeky grin towards his house mate beside him, before returning his gaze to Rue. "I can already tell you that I see you spending a lot of time with a particular Danish heart-throb." Lito grins across at the French girl, winking at her as he shamelessly labels himself a heart-throb. He's hardly one to have girls swooning as he walks by, but Lito would like to think that he isn't a complete leper either.

"Perhaps once you've finished breakfast I can escort you to our first class?" Lito asks a moment later. Though he flirts with almost everyone he comes across, there's no lie in admitting that he finds trading flirtatious banter with Rue that little bit more enjoyable. The beautiful transfer student caught his eye the moment she entered Fox Club, and though they're currently just friends with a heavy degree of flirting, he would definitely not be against anything more happening.

"You're more than welcome to join us Miss Quillen." Lito adds, turning his smirk on the Draconis girl beside him, "I have two arms after all."

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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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Breakfast that morning had been a disappointment. Not because the food had been anything less than the standard expected of Orion's kitchen elves, but due to an unasked for premonition that immediately soured Lito's mood. If there was a way to turn off this ability to glance at what might be, then Lito would already have rid himself of the irritating condition. Perhaps a more accepting childhood might have made him appreciate the gift for the blessing it is, but years of being constantly reminded of how 'special' he is has left the boy severally disillusioned with his Seer side. Now, Lito abuses that power to make flirtatious passes at his peers and cringes away from any actual predictions. Like the blurry vision that left him ill at ease for the rest of the morning.

He had seen a blustery winter's night, somewhere more temperate than the snowy winters of his childhood spent around the roaring fire in Denmark. There had been the distinct taste and smell of the sea, a taste he hadn't shaken off hours later despite the intangibility of the vision. The sound of waves crashing ominously in the distance had called his attention, the heavy beating of the waters sounding like bones crushing against the earth. Though, more disturbing than that had been faint echoes of screams reverberating off the rocks. The feeling of the vision had been oppressive and though he couldn't see anything, he could sense the terror in those screams. But that was all, that maddeningly short peek at what may occur at some point in time. How was he meant to warn people if that was all he was allowed to see? Assuming he wanted to put stock into his visions in the first place.

It was enough to put Lito in a bad mood, which he unfairly took out on the young Canadian witch who asked if he was done with the maple syrup. He'd snapped at her, causing the witch to jump back in shock and scoot off down the bench in search of another jug of edible gold. Even an hour later as he transfers a handful of galleons and sickles into his pocket, the Danish wizard is in a less than ideal mood. Logically Lito knows there is nothing he can do about his visions. Should he push himself he's sure he would have far more, possibly even string them together into some coherent prediction or produce a prophecy. Yet, that is the last thing that Lito wants to do. What he needs instead is to distract himself with a pretty face and some butterbeer from Mākutu's Rusty Ship.

It's towards the magical village that he sets his feet, passing through the castle's corridors in clothes vaguely resembling what a muggle might wear. Lito has never been that concerned with wearing the school uniform, despite many others finding the heavy robes irritating. Of course, the freedom of his own clothes is much preferred, if only because he's sure the moss green shirt he's wearing brings out the flakes of green in his eyes. Lito wouldn't consider himself vain, as such, but there's definitely an advantage to looking his best when it comes to... appealing to those individuals who catch his attention.

As Lito passes a suit of amour he swipes a hand through his hair, adjusting the dark brown strands just so as he gazes at his reflection. It's as he's straightening - and ignoring the disgruntled hpmphs of the suit of armour being used as a mirror - that he feels the cold presence of a ghost at his side. The wizard turns his head to find himself the subject of Greta Sander's gaze. The deceased witch, commonly called the confused phantom behind her back, has graced Orion's halls for decades, first as a living student and then as a floating spectre. Despite her status as deceased, one can often find her attending class with the living. Even years of such repetition and the occasional cruel student pointing out her state hasn't deflated the ghost's belief. Greta Sanders can still be found scribbling at an imaginary assignment in the library, attempting to brew a potion, or mingling with the student populace.

"Hi." Comes her greeting, the words echoing slightly in the long hallway.

"Hi Greta." Lito replies evenly. His mood may not be entirely positive, but he's not about to take that out on the naive ghost.

"You're not in your uniform." She states a second later, her eyes sweeping across Lito's outfit.

"It's the weekend." The wizard informs her as he begins to make his way down the corridor, the ghost gliding along beside him. "I'm going to the village."

"Oh." She says with a nod, seeming not to notice as she passes through a shocked first year. "Can I come with you?"

The pair turn a corner and ahead, at the end of the corridor, Lito spies the large doors that act as the grand entrance to the castle. They're wide open, letting light fall in warming rays into the entrance way. Through them pass a number of students no doubt heading for Mākutu, a trip that should be lovely given the current weather, but one unable to be taken by a ghost restricted to the school grounds.

"Not today Greta." Lito tells her with a half smile, watching as her face falls. He feels the slightest twinge at the crestfallen expression, but brushes it off. It's not like he can take the ghost with him. What even happens if you pull a ghost too far from their haunting grounds? "Why don't you go find The Cheerful Cook instead?" Lito suggests, naming another castle ghost whom he knows to get on well with Greta. He's rewarded with a sudden smile from Greta who gives an enthusiastic nod.

"Oh yes, I should! He promised to tell me how he became a ghost too." She mutters. With an excited clap of her hands - though the noise comes out odd and muted - the confused phantom glances around her, as if searching for her fellow ghost already. When she decides on a direction - back the way she just came - she gives Lito one last smile before waving with a happy farewell. "Good bye Lito, I'll see you in class!"

Lito doesn't correct Greta on her assumption that she'll see him in class, knowing full well the futility of that. Instead he merely waves, aware that he's just one more student she's likely to forget the moment he leaves Orion. With a shrug of his shoulders the boy sticks his hands in his denim pockets and walks the final few metres to the doors. Sunlight hits him square in the face, and with it comes the fresh smell of spring. Whatever the morning's disturbing vision means, at least Lito has the comfort of knowing that it's realisation is months away - if it even comes to pass. So, doing his best to push it to the back of his mind, Lito sets forth towards the magical village, determined not to let his family legacy ruin his day.

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There had been a brief moment of hesitation on Rue's behalf regarding a visitation to the beloved local village, not because she didn't want to go, but because keeping good grades meant keeping a tight schedule. It hasn't even been a full month since the first day of classes and yet, it was easy to slip back into the natural rhythm of things. In Rue's case, she knew what she was getting into when she decided to take all of the core classes, as well as their advanced continuations; it was a challenge, yes, but it was nothing Rue's intellectual mind couldn't handle. Keeping a good handle on things is the key, Rue would have to say, and as long as one keeps track of their study time and makes sure it's a priority, there's no way to fail. Still, the workload can be rather burdening and Rue's strict itinerary would be tampered with by a visit to Makutu village.

Rue's hesitancy, however, ended up being a direct depiction of her need to shop when she easily crumbled at the weak prodding of her friends to come with them. The flickering flame of disinclination was easily killed by the promise of a day out, any thoughts of studying put behind her for that day. Hence why she left her books behind at the study tables of Orion, along with that boring uniform, and was now on her way to Makutu dressed in a much more agreeable outfit. To the left and right sides of her, joined by the hooking of their arms, were two of Rue's housemates and good friends: Anfisa Krupin and Dottie Klein. They were both extraordinary beauties, Anfisa with her high, fox-like features and Russian allure, and Dottie with her sweet doe-like eyes and cute dimples, but don't be fooled- they were two of the most brilliant minds that Rue has ever encountered.

"Do you think that the rumors are true? That Professor Maddox has a Veela lover?" Dottie whined, pulling at Rue's arm, "It's just not fair that these Veelas are stealing our best-looking men." Dottie's proclaimed crush on the professor had been around since fourth year and the statement had Rue giggling and Anfisa snorting.

"I think our professor just has the ability to steal the best-looking women." Rue teased.

"Even the Veelas can't keep away," Anfisa added, her accent rolling in such a pleasant way. Dottie huffed at the comment, kicking the ground and lifting the dirt of the forest floor in a petulant manner. The action had Anfisa hissing that she'd upset the fairies by causing damage to their home, when she suddenly stopped her scolding in favor for a sly, Cheshire Cat grin. "Speaking of good looking men, I spy a certain Lito Folk ahead." The comment had the two other witches turning their gaze from Anfisa to the road ahead, but it was quickly confirmed at the sight of the Danish wizard's tall stature. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind if we said hi, no?" Dottie shrugged, giving Anfisa an oh-so-innocent 'what are we to do?' look, before quickening her pace, all the while dragging Rue and Anfisa along for the ride.

"Hello, Lito!" Dottie called, just as they came up short to the dark-haired wizard. "Headed to Makutu?"

The walk to Mākutu this time of year never failed to impress. Multi-coloured wildflowers sprouted at the edges of the thick island forest, decorating the path to the village with their picturesque blooms. The smell of the flowers permeated the air, and many who traipsed down the island path could be seen taking deep breaths of the freshly scented air, as if seeking to replace the perfume of ink and dusty books with the smell of spring. One who was less distracted by the bright displays of nature’s growth was Lito Folk. Walking with his hands stuck in his pockets and his feet kicking up dirt every few steps, Lito was more focused on thoughts of claiming a table in the Rusty Ship and ordering an obscene amount of butterbeer. He wasn’t typically a moody youth, but that morning’s unasked for premonition had seriously soured his mood.

Thankfully a distraction from his less than cheerful thoughts arrives in the form of three beautiful witches. He turns at the sound of his name to find a trio of centaurus witches at his heel. All three of his peers earn a smile, his mood instantly improving at their attention. Though he knows of Dottie and Anfisa, it is Rue whom Lito is closest to, and it’s the French girl that receives a charming wink as he greets all three.

“Hej damer.” His native language flows easily from his tongue, though he repeats the sentiment in English for the sake of those who don’t speak Danish, “Hello ladies.". Lito smiles at all three witches before nodding down the path towards their target of the day, “I thought a little trip to Mākutu was in order for the day, mind if I join you on the walk?” He adds a moment later, fairly certain in their acceptance of his request.

As per usual, the winsome wizard spoke charmingly, the Danish cadence of his words presenting a certain allure, and his request to join the girls on their walk was debated for but a slight moment. The girls glanced at one another, speaking with their eyes, silent words weaving their way into every lift of an eyebrow and bat of their eyelashes. While Dottie’s eyes sparkled excitedly, reflecting a certain eagerness in the emerald green gaze, and Anfisa’s seemed more inquisitive but interested, it was agreed upon that Lito was entirely welcome to join them on their walk.

Rue herself wasn’t opposed to the idea of Lito coming along with the three of them, for he provided good conversation at the very least. The wizard was entirely intelligent, despite not being a member of Centaurus, and he has always made it known through their various discussions, particularly during the moments they spent chatting at Fox Club. Anyone who’s intelligent enough to tell the difference between a Eihwaz rune and a Ehwaz rune, while also being able to explain the depth of their meaning, is an appealing enough conversationalist in Rue’s books. Deciding to speak for the girls, Rue responded to Lito’s inquisition with a coy smile, “ You’re more than welcome to join us, Lito. ” Dottie nodded enthusiastically and Anfisa just grinned and flicked her head in the direction of the pathway.

With a smile of thanks decorating his face, Lito falls into step with the trio of witches, swinging his arms up to rest atop his head as he walks. He shortens his pace to match their smaller steps, happy to meander down the path at whatever pace they set. There’s definitely a lot to be said for having the company of several fine witches, in fact it almost makes up for that morning’s discomforting vision.

“Anything in particularly pulling you into Makutu?” Lito asks conversationally, his eyes glancing from one face to the next before landing on Rue’s. “Word has it there’s a traveling potioneer on the other side of the village, though whether his wares are to be trusted or not is another thing entirely.” Lito adds with a grin, remembering the many unfortunate cases in the past where students eager for a cheap spell to improve their grades or looks, ended up spending weeks in the hospital wing when the potion backfired. Though, Lito assumes that Rue at least would have the intelligence to know when a potion is faulty.

The four students turn a corner, finding themselves at a split in the path. To the left the path becomes narrow and overgrown, winding its way down the scraggly cliffs that border the island and towards a small secluded beach. There’s little at the beach aside from a few ramshackle boating huts and an old jetty. Certainly, the beach isn’t anything compared to the one immediately next to Orion’s castle. As with most places outside the school grounds, this beach is off limits to students, and Lito is sure that there’s some alarm spell in place on the path to alert teachers to any students attempting to break that rule. Of course, this path holds little interest for him now, for it’s to the right that the party turn. Here the forest path widens in its approach to Makutu.

“If anyone wants to grab a drink with a handsome Danish boy, I’m heading to the Rusty Ship.” He adds with a grin and a wink at the girls.

They fell into a breezy atmosphere almost instantaneously, the natural beauty of their surroundings coupled with the pleasant, carefree chatter of the three girls and their newest tag along, lulled Rue into a state of gaiety. One can often forget the simple pleasures of a refreshing walk in the outdoors and the joy of good company- especially for the academically inclined Centauruses. That being said, Rue can admit that she, as well as the other girls, could take at least today to officially leave their thoughts of studies and tight schedule behind at Orion. Rue was pulled from her momentary divulgence into her mind when Lito inquired of their intended plans at Makutu, not failing to mention a certain potioneer. She wrinkled her nose.

“ Travelling potioneers are hardly to be trusted these days.” She commented, her French accent causing quite an inflection. It was true; In the past travelling potioneers were less driven by profit and more connoisseurs of their trade. Their lifestyle of travel was chosen due to the desire to venture out and explore the possibilities of finding new ingredients for their potions. Now, in regards to most travelling potioneers, they resort to cheap, low-quality ingredients and use petty schemes to market their potions in hopes of making extra galleons. However, greed certainly isn’t an uncommon incentive for any man of business. “You remember the horror stories of some of those potions, right?”

“I just remember Shunyuan Lee finally receiving some dearly needed karma and losing his hair for a week because of one of those potions.” Anfisa snorted. Dottie burst out laughing.

“I remember that! He didn’t even have his eyebrows! You’re completely right though, he deserved it. Shunyuan has got to be one of the nastiest boys I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting- a real typical Draconis jerk!” She exclaimed, nodding definitively. However, as if just catching herself, her eyes widened and she turned to Lito while smiling sheepishly. “My bad, Lito. I didn’t mean that.”

The four Orion students soon found themselves standing amidst the opening of Makutu, the distant chatter of the crowds sounding in the air as a sort of ambience, and Anfisa was the first to refuse Lito’s offer of a drink. She apologized, stating that she was to be meeting up with her younger brother near the statue in the town square. Dottie, on the other hand, looked much more conflicted and it was obvious that she was debating the offer, but she soon admitted that she was going to a sale for enchanted hairpins before meeting up with Anfisa again. Rue didn’t really blame her- she was a huge fan of the pins that instantly changed your hairstyle as soon as you clipped it in. Nevertheless, Rue fancied the thought of spending the afternoon with an attractive, perspicacious young wizard.

“If you don’t mind me tagging along to get a drink with a certain 'handsome Dane'...” Rue addressed Lito teasingly after the other young witches drifted away, but not before waggling their eyebrows towards the two of them.

Despite the insinuation that Draconis students are jerks, Lito has to laugh at the conjured memory of Shunyuan’s bald head. Lito may disagree with the stereotype that every Draconis is a conniving jackass, but he’s never been fond of Shunyuan, and seeing the vain young man walking around without a hair on his body had been entertaining indeed. Especially given the lengths the wizard had gone to to hide his lack of hair. Lito still grins whenever he remembers the badly drawn on eyebrows. Truly, there is no better remedy for a crappy morning than reminiscing about others’ tragedies.

Lito gives polite goodbyes to Anfisa and Dottie as they take their leave, his gaze falling on the French witch as she accepts his offer to grab a drink. The ‘handsome Dane’ smiles as Rue teases him, raising his own eyebrow as he replies, “Honoured to have your company my French flower.” Lito has to stop himself from gently bringing Rue’s slender hand to his lips, the gentlemanly gesture perhaps a step too far in his flirtatious teasing. He settles for an amused wink before falling into step beside his shorter peer as they begin to meander up the main street.

There’s no denying the beauty of Makutu, or the bright spring day. Daffodils light up window boxes while colourful decorations hanging up outside the small shops advertise the exciting spring offers inside. The inescapable scent of the sea mixes with the aroma of fresh, warm baking drifting from the honey pot, the sweet smell of magical confectionaries, and the indescribable scent of magic. It’s intoxicating, and seems to compliment the quaint village perfectly. Even Lito, who much prefers the aesthetics of an attractive man or woman, can’t fault the town’s charm nor the ever exciting produces on sale.

The young wizard points across the road to a sliver of a shop which states its business as ‘Sellers of the finest jewels in the South and collectors of rabbits’. While Lito has never been entirely sure what they do with their rabbits, their jewellery certainly seems to match their claim. From experience Lito knows that their wares are nothing like what muggles might expect of a simple pendant. In the window display a small collection of carved greenstone takes pride of place, the pieces apparently miniature replicas of pacific magical creatures. Even as Lito watches the small stone that bears a striking resemblance to the Taniwha Moe, uncoils and begins to twirl up the silver chain it’s hung on. Despite being made from polished stone, there’s such a life-like quality to the pendant that Lito’s steps falter slightly as he admires it.

When the boy tears his gaze away from the jewellery it’s to cast another grin at his companion, “Pretty, don’t you think? Though it pales in comparison to you.” Lito purrs as he offers Rue another wink.

It's then that a cloud passes over the sun, sending a chill down the Danish wizard's back. At least, a cloud is what Lito believes it to be until a glance at the sky has his mouth part in surprise. Tendrils of dark smoke seem to curl up around the magical village, following a path invisible to his eye and completely blocking out the sun beyond. Darkness descends on the streets of Makutu, bringing on a false night as a dome of dark magic envelopes everything above. With the lengthening of shadows comes startled cries from students and village folk alike, those who had at first gazed at the darkening sky in curiosity now realising that something devious is at play.

“Get your wand out Rue." Lito murmurs as he slips his own out of his pocket, a mumbled “Lumos" escaping his lips as the oppressive smoke above thickens. This isn't what had plagued Lito's morning, this was not the ominous premonition that had turned his mood sour, but he had the distinct feeling that whatever was going on was far from good.