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• Azura Ito

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  Professor Azura Ito
  Mahoutokoro - Female - Half-Blood - Professor
  
  
  
  Azura’s eyes flicked toward Cha-Cha, her expression a carefully controlled mask as she listened to the jarring exchange between him and Bellini. Her stomach clenched slightly at the heat of the confrontation, the intensity it reached seeming to walk the line between a simple shouting match and a true fight. She hadn’t had much interaction with the Castelobruxo professor since his time at Mahoutokoro so it was hard not to be intrigued by his presence. There was something almost magnetic about him, though not necessarily in a good way. Cha-Cha seemed completely at ease in the chaos of the situation, a trait that made Azura both fascinated and cautious. What exactly had happened between them?
  
  He was, of course, still chuckling, still making light of the situation in a way that clearly grated on Bellini’s nerves. His smirk—half amusement, half disdain—was a perfect reflection of the disarray he had stirred, as though the chaotic air of the room were merely a personal stage for his performance. Azura suppressed a sigh, glancing briefly at Deianira, whose sharp focus was now on the aftermath of the outburst. Azura’s attention remained fixated on Cha-Cha. He had been seated next to her when Bellini burst into the room and by the way his eyes had flown open, it was clear he had been as surprised by the sudden intrusion as the rest of them. Something she imagined to be quite odd for a man who had the power to sense each mind around him. Were there just too many minds for him to have detected Bellini’s approaching? Or, was this as it had been earlier when she tested the waters of directing her thoughts towards him and he hadn’t reacted? Was there something wrong with his Legilimency?
  
  Her brow furrowed as the scene unfolded. Bellini’s accusations, his vehemence… It was hard to miss how strongly he was convinced of Cha-Cha’s guilt, but Azura couldn’t make sense of it. Why did Bellini seem so certain that it was Cha-Cha behind the arson? And why had he gotten so personal, so quickly? She didn’t know the full story yet, but something told her there was more at play than a simple argument over a fire.
  
  When Bellini stormed out, still muttering insults under his breath, Azura's lips pressed into a thin line though one corner did pull ever so slightly with the whisper of a smirk. She gave Cha-Cha a fleeting look as she considered the man before her now and how freely he accepted making his spat a public spectacle, the way he seemed almost immune to any potential consequences. It was something she could almost see flickers of herself within, moments when her fiery spirit would lash out as scorching words that would bounce from language to language. While Azura knew she had the experience and reputation to backup almost any outburst she might have she couldn’t help but wonder where Cha-Cha had gotten the confidence for his own. What is it that keeps him afloat in this sea of his own making?
  
  As Bakshi moved to change the subject, Azura couldn’t help but feel the weight of the air shift, the tension still thick from Bellini’s outburst. She leaned back slightly in her seat, eyes narrowing as the headmaster’s words finally reached her. Auguste Lovell. Another name? The words were like a puzzle piece falling into place, but the picture they painted was one she wasn’t sure she could decipher yet. Deianira’s voice broke through the haze of Azura’s thoughts, and she blinked, turning her attention fully toward her colleague as she questioned the announcement. The sharpness in her tone made Azura’s lips twitch upward ever so slightly—Deianira had an undeniable directness to her, a quality Azura found both refreshing and admirable.
  
  Azura straightened, her fingers drumming lightly on the table. “Exactly. A second name is... unconventional, to say the least. It would imply that something unexpected happened to Mr. Badeaux.” She tilted her head, her cognac eyes scanning the room for any clues that might give insight into this new development. “While this is a competition I would not expect this base level of fairness to be shifted so heavily in Beauxbatons favor without cause. There must be more to this.” Her gaze shifted from Deianira to Professor Chimere, and she allowed a hint of inquiry to settle in her tone. “Professor Chimere, would you care to enlighten us? I imagine Beauxbatons’ decisions are not made lightly, and you would know best the context in which this second name has come forward.”
  
  Azura was careful not to give too much away—though there was genuine curiosity behind her question, she wasn’t above prodding when it came to things that didn’t sit right with her. This, however, was a topic that had the potential to change the course of the tournament, and Azura would not allow herself to be caught unaware again, not after all the intricacies that had already unfolded. Her thoughts flickered back briefly to the chaos that had just transpired between Bellini and Cha-Cha and then to the fate of the late Odinson Lockjaw. Could this have been another distraction? A show for us to bicker over while something far larger is at play? She glanced once more at the Castelobruxo professor, her expression unreadable. For the moment, she would focus on the bigger picture—on the reason they were all here. The tournament. Focus on what's ahead, focus on what you can try to control. For now, at least. The potions master told herself in order to focus her mind back onto the announcement at hand rather than falling down the rabbit hole of 'what ifs'. But even as she tried to focus, a flicker of uncertainty danced at the edges of her mind. There was no ignoring the fact that the tournament—this twisted, dangerous game they were all a part of—was already well underway. And if this was only the beginning of what was to come, then Azura knew she would likely need to steel herself and her students for far worse before the end.
  
  
  
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Darweshi Nyache​

Room 220​

"Who needs Ozempic?"​

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Darweshi had been among the first to arrive at Room 220, his earliness spurred by a need to take his mind off current events. Vergil's presence had opened up a wound, and all wounds required a remedy. Attending meetings was still very low on the list of activities he enjoyed, but being in the presence of people had a tendency to uplift Darweshi's spirits. To Darweshi, talking to and learning about others was just as fun as sitting in the midst of them, taking in the friendly atmosphere. And Room 220 was abuzz with activity when the foreign professor stepped inside, the few other early arrivals conversing about the meeting's topics. All eyes turned to the door to look at the new arrival before some returned to their original position. Others perked up at the sight of a face they had never seen before, wearing robes unfamiliar to them. One man in particular excused himself from two colleagues before walking over and introducing himself as Headmaster Bakshi. Once again confronted with the question of where he was during the opening ceremony, the man gave Darweshi a concerned look at the mention of his upset stomach. In hindsight, he may have oversold his explanation with colorful phrases such as 'triple flusher' and 'It was like expunging a demon from my guts'.

"You have a beautiful school," Darweshi commented in hopes of bringing things back to normalcy. "I have heard many good things about Ilvermorny. Is it true that there is a snakewood tree somewhere on the school's grounds?" It was common knowledge in the wizarding world that snakewood was an incredibly powerful and versatile ingredient. The wood was famous for creating powerful wands, and additionally, it was a potent healing agent when used to create medicine. Bakshi perked up at the change in topic and Darweshi was treated to a history lesson about Ilvermorny's founders and their connection to Salazar Slytherin. The burial of the wizard's wand birthed the snakewood tree that many sought out for its healing leaves. And Darweshi, still trying to follow his father's footsteps, hoped he could acquire some for his own use. Unfortunately, Bakshi didn't give him a direct answer, as his colleagues were beckoning to return, but perhaps they could speak about it after the meeting. Before returning to his original conversation, the Headmaster directed Darweshi's across the room, where hot trays of food had been set up. The smell of fried food reminded Darweshi of his immense hunger, and it took great restrain to not descend upon the food like a ravenous hyena. Instead, he walked over and plotted his meal. Seven pigs in a blanket were complimented by a mountain of fries, while a cup of tea was his choice of a beverage. He had just poured some green tea into a red cup when the surface of the liquid shook. Half a second later, it shook again. Darweshi couldn't shake the image of a large creature approaching a watering hole as the cause for the disturbance, and his vivid imagery came to life as he turned around and was greeted with a man whose belly rivalled even Darweshi's approaching the refreshments table. The Uagadou professor was hardly one to speak, with his own stomach, but the big backed individual lumbering over looked as if his robes would burst at any minute. He was a white man with black hair slicked back in a ponytail and about the same height as Darweshi.

"I couldn't help but eavesdrop earlier, but you're one of the visiting professors, right?" The man began, a friendly smile on his face. Before Darweshi could confirm the fact, his new acquaintance reached out with a hand. "Vincent Danvers, Potions," He stated. Now sporting a smile of his own, Darweshi reached out and shook his hand. "Darweshi Nyache, and I also teach Potions class!" Professor Danvers' smile grew even broader on his pudgy face. "Always a pleasure to meet another Potions professor! And might I add, that doesn't seem to be the only similarity we share!" A sausage shaped index finger pointed at both his and Darweshi's big bellies. The Ilvermorny professor had a stomach that would better suit a pregnant woman, and he picked out his food like he was eating for two. As he continued to speak, corn dogs filled his plate like lumber after chopping down an entire forest. After squirting a lake's worth of ketchup on the side, Danvers made his retreat. "Walk with me, Darweshi," He beckoned. Both amused by the man's forwardness and concerned he could have a heart attack at any second, Darweshi followed and joined his fellow professor at one of the big tables. Once seated, Darweshi popped a pig in a blanket into his mouth and entered a fast food euphoria. He hadn't eaten in so long that anything would have tasted like it was hand-crafted by the finest chefs. Curiously, Professor Danvers didn't immediately gorge himself upon his bounty. Instead, he procured a vial containing a thin blue liquid from inside his robe and presented it to his companion. "This stuff, it's gonna change your life, brother."

Darweshi watched as his American counterpart chugged down the entire vial and as if like magic, the protruding midsection that united the two shrank before his very eyes. The big man's entire body shrank as well, the pounds melting off his body until the dark blue and red robes that threatened to tear apart now hung loosely upon his shoulders. Darweshi stared wide-eyed at the transformed professor, who looked more attractive without all the extra weight. "So, what do you think? Just like that, I'm all emptied out and ready to eat! All thanks to Dr. Pinguis' Thinning Elixir! If you want, I could hook you up!" He leaned in close. "I can cut you a good deal, got like 4 cartons of these in my office!"

The last thing the Kenyan expect from this day was to be sold magical weight loss potions, but here he was. While the 'elixir' offered way for Darweshi to silence Anima's comments about his belly, he wondered how many potions would he need to drink a day to keep his figure. "I'll...think about it," He finally answered. From there, Darweshi continued to eat and watch as the other professors arrived. The three who piqued his interest were an older professor who practically towered over everyone else, a very young professor, and Azura Ito. Darweshi fought off the urge to wave like a fan boy and continued to eat until a confrontation between two late arrivals stole the attention of everyone in the room. Apparently, the younger man was responsible for the burnt down room Darweshi had passed by while walking with Vasu. Despite the evidence already clearing him, Professor Bellini spoke of the contrary with anger that was eroding the pleasant vibe in the room. Bakshi's permission to silence himself and apologize didn't do any better for the room, as everyone awkwardly tried not to put eyes on the bickering professors. The Kenyan's curiosity got the better of him and he was treated to a total power swap. Now, it was Professor Bellini who was confident in Cha-Cha's frustration. As the older man chewed the younger out, Darweshi saw similarities in the scene to some of his own, while working as Professor Jengo's aid. The younger Darweshi was always finding himself as Jengo's chewing toy, forced to endure his scolding, chastising, and being talked down to whenever something went wrong in his life. Especially in front of others, to Darweshi's embarrassment. Innocent or not, Darweshi felt for the younger professor, whose dirty laundry was aired out in front of the wrong crowd.

After that particular wreck, a female professor spoke up about the matter and Darweshi silently agreed, rising up for seconds. Passing by Professor Danvers, who was on his fourth plate by now, Darweshi heard the news of the Goblet of the Fire introducing a new name. Something must have happened to the original holder of the title as Beauxbaton's champion, but it was of no matter. Bring as many new students as you want, none of them will be a match for my Malaika, Darweshi thought to himself with a smile, collecting what few sliders remained onto his plate.

 

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Malaika Odion

Uagadou Champion

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Malaika couldn’t help but grin brightly nodding in agreement about feeling dumb about not recognizing one another sooner.”I’m pretty sure it was the lights, nerves, and just the circumstances.”she said with a laugh so they both could feel better about it. She watched her friends' hair and eyes change with excitement. It was truly a sight to see in person. She understood her friends' thoughts on the ability a little now being able to change so easily certainly could at times put some nerve wracking thoughts in one’s brain. Mala herself didn’t even have that ability but she felt a flicker of fear of what if during a change a feature didn’t return to the original state what if that happened every time until at some point she no longer looked like herself. Those thoughts could be saved for later for now it was time for excitement and of new discoveries into their friendship. A nod came from her before opening her arms, a clear sign of acceptance of a hug from Gavriel. She wasn’t a huge hugger but she certainly wouldn’t deny Gavy one especially after meeting in person for the first time ever. “Yes! Getting to meet in person is wonderful and especially now of all times. Who would have thought we’d meet up like this.”she said with a grin. “Ah yes I am the Uagadou champion. I was honestly surprised when I was chosen! You are also a champion correct?”she asked with a proud smile.


As they began walking she listened to everything Gavriel was telling her all the details even the smallest bit was being stored within her mind. It was a useful thing and she was glad for it because if they did become separated or if anything happened she’d want a quick way of getting out. Now she’d have that by remembering what all Gavy said. As her friend described everything she watched the features of her friend's face soften and change at times. She couldn’t help but grin at the purr in Gavriels voice about using her feminine charms to gain access to these caves.”I think you could charm a paper bag.”she teased her but was also a bit admiring of what all her friend could accomplish. It didn’t seem like much time had passed before they were at their destination or at least the beginning of it. She nodded while listening about why the caves were off limits.”That’s a bit sad but I think everywhere has things like this happen. Plus we should be fine.”she said referring to the younger students not returning. They might be excited but they weren’t little children who would easily get harmed plus Gavriel knew the way already. A flick of her finger had a small orb of light floating in front of it her version of Lumos as she didn’t need a wand and knew Gavriel wouldn’t be uncomfortable like many others were seeing wandless magic in use.


Their conversation varied in topics as they walked but all of it was pleasant and pleasantly ran smoothly without any hitches. It seemed like forever but while talking it took no time at all at the same time. When Gavriel asked if she was ready a smile split her face.”I am more than ready.”she said eagerly. Her eyes widened when the moss was pushed gently aside to reveal what was hidden behind. It was more than she had been expecting and soft blue eyes took in everything it was magical in its own way which was a hard feat when your life was already full of magic. When the next words out of Gavriels mouth were asking her if she’d like to swim she nodded.”Yes I would be a fool to say no.”she said with a playful laugh. Who would deny such an experience when there was good company and a beautiful spot to enjoy an adventure.

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