Fandom Ravenhurst University of Magic

[PixieDust]

The grand opening of the first ever international magical university had been a topic of conversation in the wizarding world for the past year. Applications for Ravenhurst University of the Magical Arts had been numerous and from all corners of the world. Only the very best were considered for a place and had been hand picked by Ms Amelia Ravenhurst personally. As the location of the university was to be strictly secret, the only details of its whereabouts is that the building is located in Germany near a wizarding village. It has been cloaked from muggle detection and even the surrounding villagers have been repelled from knowing its true location until the opening in September.


You are one of the chosen few and have received your acceptance letter instructing you to keep the wax seal for future use:

Dear_____


I, Amelia C. Ravenhurst am delighted to inform you that you have been accepted as a student/professor to immerse yourself in the magical arts at Ravenhurst University, the world's very first international institute of further magical education. Your credentials impressed us greatly and we look forward to meeting you at the Welcome Ball.


As the location of the university is and shall remain a closely guarded secret until the Grand Opening; this ball shall be held in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry which as you may or may not know was my personal alma mater.


The ball shall take place on August 24th at 8pm British time, and the dress code is formal, however males are not required to wear traditional wizarding dress robes and may wear standard muggle formal wear.


Please do not dispose of the wax ceil with which this letter was enclosed, for it is a portkey that will transport you to Hogwarts at the designated time of 7:30pm British time.


We look forward to meeting you,


Yours Sincerely,


Professor Amelia C. Ravenhurst, Dean of Ravenhurst University of the Magical Arts, Order of Merlin, Second Class

The Day of the Ball

As instructed, you have kept the wax seal in order to travel to Hogwarts and you are presently stood outside the grand oak doors surrounded by students and staff decked out in stunning ball gowns and dashing suits. As the doors open by means of magic, a fairly tall, older lady, (Professor McGonagall) addresses the crowd.


"Welcome to Hogwarts, I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress of this school and your host for this evening. It is my pleasure to have the welcome gathering of Ravenhurst held here at Amelia's school. If you'd like to follow me, the Great Hall will be open momentarily." She says, her eyes gleaming with obvious pride as she leads the way inside the castle where all shall wait for proceedings to begin. Chatter builds up amongst the guests as they wait for the ball to commence...


NOTE: On all posts, these things must be seen: Ravenhurst House, Current Location, Current Class. If any do not apply right now, you may put N/A beside them.

 

[PixieDust]

HARRIET RAVENHURST
with: n/a
where: hogwarts great hall entrance
outfit: ball gown
house: n/a
tags: n/a

Harriet Ravenhurst did not know how to feel as she stood outside the Hogwarts Castle grounds. The silhouette of the castle towered over her and the moon in the night sky made it seem quite majestic. Wrapping her shawl more tightly around her in the cool night air, Harriet looked around her at the other people in her vicinity, dressed in their finest attire. So these were to be her classmates. It finally seemed to dawn upon her just what her mother had managed to achieve, and, in spite of herself, a twinge of pride overcame her.

Harriet had made sure not to speak to anyone just yet. She did not want to draw any attention to herself or give away who she was. Harriet only hoped that no one from Beauxbatons had been admitted to Ravenhurst, because it would only take one to give her status as the Dean's daughter away.

When the older lady in emerald dress robes appeared at the gates, Harriet's brown eyes lit up with intrigue. Her mother had spoken very fondly of Minerva McGonagall, but Harriet had never met her. This woman was Hogwarts legend, indeed, wizarding legend.

Harriet moved along with the throng as they made their way into the entrance hall. The castle seemed rather quaint and much less aesthetically pleasing than Beauxbatons. It was dimly lit, and portraits hung in droves on the walls, muttering to one another and greeting former Hogwarts students warmly. Hattie supposed their was something vaguely charming about the castle, but it certainly did not inspire awe the way her beloved school did. Now all she had to do was wait for the Great Hall doors to be opened along with everyone else.

x

 

[nymphadora.]

• cedric.
• augustus.

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  [div class=block style="background-color: #b37070;"]location
  hogwarts' hall.
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  [div class=block style="background-color: #b37070;"]house[/div] (head of) merlin. [/div][/div]

  [div class=title]cedric.

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  Truth be told, Cedric was excited for the year to come.
  
  A strange mix of excitement and worry bubbled inside the man as he waited patiently outside, ignoring the chilly wind nipping at his cheeks. He always went through the same concoction of emotions each time he was at a new school, and for most of his career, it hadn't changed. Cedric couldn't wait for the school year to start, to greet his new students and help grow their talents but there was also the casual, looming thought of failing to help -- to be there for his students -- which lurked in the back of his mind. It was a chilling thought to have haunt him, but Cedric tried his hardest to brush it away and focus on the positive.
  
  The castle grounds of Hogwarts was an impressive sight to behold; it looks even grander with the moon's light dancing across the details of the castle. Cedric had only heard stories about the school and its' students, but even with their adventurous tales and famous alumni, the poor professor couldn't figure out the meaning behind the house names. Perhaps he grew up in a different part of Europe, or maybe it was because English wasn't his first language. Whatever it was, Cedric would never understand why they would name a house Hufflepuff.
  
  A woman stole the crowd's attention and broke through Cedric from his thoughts. Her voice echoed through the hall, her eyes sparkling as she stood in the front with unwavering confidence. The male shifted his weight in his feet, shoving his hands into his pockets as he floated behind the crowd. With one foot in front of another, Cedric followed quietly, a relaxed silhouette of a smile etched onto his lips, as he stood awkwardly by himself. His heart was quickly racing in his chest as his dark eyes wandered around the hall, taking in all of the tiny details of the architecture of the rooms. His eyes floated amongst the sea of faces, glancing at what could be his future students and peer professors. For a moment longer, his eyes lingered on a woman draped in silk, as if her dress was a waterfall made of rose gold. Before it became too creepy, Cedric went back to studying the paintings that hung on the walls.
  
  It was only a matter of time before the large doors creaked open and Cedric would become charms and transfiguration professor, and he couldn't wait to start.
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  hogwarts' hall.
  [div class=block style="background-color: #a3b499;"]outfit[/div] suit + shoes.
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  [div class=block style="background-color: #a3b499;"]house[/div] alastor. [/div][/div]

  [div class=title]augustus.

  [/div]

  Augustus was proud to admit that he hardly felt nervous about anything. It was a rare moment to see the male's nerves in action, to see his mind running at a hundred miles an hour, and the illusion of him being calm and collected shatter like a million shards. This, however, was one of the few moments where Gus felt like he was going to die; metaphorically, of course. Moving from his hometown in England, for his new job, felt like an out-of-body experience, as if he was watching himself stack the tower of boxes in his new apartment, with the help of his nephews and siblings, and beginning a new chapter in his life. All he'd known was music, hearing screaming muggle fans adoringly call out his name, even spending months on end on the road travelling. Now, he was suddenly a professor at a university.
  
  Reality had struck him hard and while there was an excited part of Gus, teaching upcoming wizards about the wonders of potions and all the ingenious inventions of the muggle world, the other half of him was absolutely terrified. The male wandered around in his apartment, the sound of his sleek boots clapping against the tired wood as he tried to collect himself together. Room after room, piled stacks of half-opened boxes filled the apartment, leaving just enough space to get through. Gus had meant to scavenge through and sort his new place, but every time he stared the boxes down, a sickly feeling slowly churned in his stomach. Instead, the male just grimaced and quickly spun in the other direction. At least he'll be in a familiar place for a few hours.
  
  Once Gus had arrived at his old school, a wave of nostalgic memories flooded his mind as he waited along with the rest of the dressed up crowd. In comparison to the luxurious and expensive appearing gowns and suit, he looked like a trendy mad scientist with his plaid jacket reaching just mid of his thighs. It wasn't the most extravagant outfit Gus had worn, but it was comfortable, and he was freezing, unlike some of the other students. A boyish grin grew on the male's lips as his eyes floated around, reminiscing of his old high school days of ditching classes with his friends. God, those were the good old days.
  
  It was a wonder how he managed to graduate.
  
  Soon, Gus spun on his heels once the echo of McGonagall's voice ring through. A gentle chill ran down Gus' spine -- surprised by the sound of her voice. McGonagall still looked the same as Gus remembered, down to the gleam in her eyes and the emerald robes she wore. It was strange completion of a circle; he never expected to end up back at Hogwarts, let alone become a professor. Life was unusual like that. With his back leaning against a wall and his arms crossed in front of his chest, Gus waited for the doors to open, keeping his internalised worries at bay. He only prayed that there was going to be something strong to drink to keep him calm throughout the night.
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[erzulie]

Amahle Nkoane​

Hogwarts was truly as magnificent as she’d heard. The castle had been rebuilt, any damages that had been caused by the war were nowhere to be seen. Though she couldn’t help but to compare it to her own school. Between the two of them the castle came up lacking. The lack of gold made it dull, even Beauxbatons surpassed the castle in her opinion. In terms of aesthetic, the chateau could not be beaten.

When the door finally opened and the headmistress introduced herself Amahle was pulled from her thoughts. Now if all felt real and she felt both nervous and excited, though her expression was as calm as ever. When Amahle had received her letter she had been a mere day away from accepting an apprenticeship from a local Potioneer. It seems that her education was far from over and she had always been a bit knowledge hungry. The opportunity was far too good to waste.

The letter itself symbolized many thing for her. It was a new chapter in her life, unlike her siblings who had went on to get married Amahle would be moving onto bigger and better things. She refused to be stuck in her hometown for the rest of her life. She had goals and dreams, ones that refused to be crushed by anyone. And after years her lifetime goal had been achieved. The looks on her siblings’ faces when she showed them all the letter during their weekly family dinner was amazing. She’d never forget it. Her parents’ had shifted their attention onto her and no matter how little the praise, she soaked it readily. She was worth something in their eyes, she was finally worthy of their praise after years of competing.

Her happiness and content had been short lived however, as she was once again reminded of the importance of their image and that nothing but the best would be accepted. The weight of their expectations was crushing but Amahle was used to it by now, she was sure that her spine was made out of steel by now.

Where: Hogwart’s Great Hall
With: n/a
Tags: n/a
Outfit: Dress + Hair
House: n/a

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[PixieDust]

FELICITY HART
with: n/a
where: hogwarts great hall entrance
outfit: x
house: n/a
tags: n/a

It had all seemed so surreal when Felicity had received the owl from the famous Amelia Ravenhurst confirming her appointment as the Ancient Runes Professor at her university. She distinctly remembered almost dropping her cup of tea onto the tiled floor of her kitchen. Never in a million years had she expected to be chosen.

The brunette looked wistfully around her small living area, letting her gaze focus in on the crumpled and tea stained parchment that lay on the coffee table. A purple wax seal lay beside the letter for the welcome ball at Hogwarts. The letter had explained that the seal was a portkey that would transport her to the entrance of the castle at the arranged time, and now there was only five minutes until the designated time and Felicity finally realised that she was still stood in her bath robes and fuzzy slippers. She could not be late for the welcome ball!

'Damn it wand where are you?' she muttered, looking frantically around the room for a sign of her wand. A trilling sound came from the sofa and her tiny pygmy puff Archie caught her attention.
You left it in your dressing gown pocket, dozy! He said in her head, and with a small gasp, she reached into her pocket to find her wand stuffed inside it. With a brisk flourish, her bath robe disappeared to be replaced by an elegant, form fitting ivory gown, and nude coloured shoes. Her hair was no longer dishevelled and windswept looking, but formed into soft ringlets in an elegant up do. Felicity couldn't remember dressing so fancily since her school days!

A minute to go, Fe, Archie warned. Eyes wide, the woman rushed over to the coffee table and took the wax seal into her hand.

She quickly landed outside the entrance gates to Hogwarts where several people were also now gathered. Some were in awe of the building, having clearly never seen it before. Others seemed used to the sight. For Felicity, the sight of the wrought iron gates flanked with winged boars was rather overwhelming. She had not seen those gates for twenty years and memories of sitting under the Scottish sun by the lake revising for N.E.W.Ts with friends flooded back to her, along with many other fond memories. Her eyes began to cloud with tears that she didn't bother to wipe away. Either that or she had temporarily forgotten that she could conjure tissues if necessary.

It was even worse once they had entered the entrance hall and the familiar portraits began to make conversation with her.
'Is that you Miss Hart? Goodness haven't you grown?'
'Wizard Beruffio sir,' she replied, sniffling. The Fat Friar had now floated over too with his usual jolly demeanour. This only served to set her off into more tears. 'Oh Friar! I am a mess right now aren't I? It's wonderful to see you sir,' she said sincerely, finally wiping away her tears with the back of her hand and hoping her mascara wasn't too ruined. That was when McGonagall spoke, and everything seemed truly real.

x

 

[PixieDust]

• Midas

• 
  
  
  

  MIDAS DOHERTY
  with: Imelda
  where: hogwarts entrance hall
  outfit: x
  house: n/a
  tags: n/a

  

  
  
  Midas gave his appearance a once over in the mirror of his bedroom for what was probably the third or fourth time. A strand of his mahogany brown hair had stubbornly decided not to cooperate with the side parting he had fashioned and this irked him greatly. He had unsuccessfully tried to resolve the issue magically, and had scoffed at Imelda's suggestion of muggle hair products.
  
  'If magic hasn't resolved it, Imelda, I hardly think that any muggle hair product will work much better.' He had said, glancing briefly over at his elder sister who was donning a gown in an eye catching royal blue. 'You scrub up, nicely, Mellie' he complimented.
  
  Midas had been anticipating the welcome ball for sometime, and truthfully, he had always known that he would be accepted into Ravenhurst University of Magic. His Hogwarts credentials were exemplary and there was no indication that he was not one of the best wizards. Brushing down his suit jacket once more, he stepped away from his mirror with a look of satisfaction and walked over to his desk where his invite lay neatly folded with the wax seal on top. Imelda joined him and when the time came they both took hold of the seal and landed at the Hogwarts entrance.
  
  A faint smile crossed his handsome features. He hadn't set foot on the Hogwarts grounds for two years, and of course, it hadn't really changed. The young man was not really paying attention as McGonagall spoke to them in the entrance hall. His attention was on the many new faces and dazzling attire. He had not failed to notice how attractive most of the people around him were. His gaze lingered rather a long time on a brunette in a long purple gown who seemed rather unimpressed by the castle. He made a mental note to compliment her on her elegance once McGonagall had finished her speech.
  
  'Put your eyes back in your head, Golden Boy' Imelda muttered, giving him a sharp nudge, before quickly separating herself from him as though she were not related to him. Midas simply chuckled softly at this display, watching the form of his sister weaving her way over to the other side of the entrance hall in search of anyone else she knew.
  x
  

 

[eggsaladsandwitch]

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house: soon!

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mood: delighted

outfit: dress

mentions: felicity PixieDust

[div class=imghover2]Eden
Ambrose

[/div]

keep your face to the sun . . .

It had been four long years since Eden had set foot in the hollowed halls of Hogwarts. Happiness and excitement rolled off of her in waves as she finished applying her makeup, patting her hair to fluff her curls one last time.

The reflection that gazed back at her was rather stunning, save for the fact that her dress still needed to be fastened in the very back. Tidying up after herself, she hummed a cheerful tune, and once it was all together, she vanished the rest of her makeup--they wouldn't be living in their shared flat any more after tonight, may as well leave the place spotless. "Elias!" she called out down the hall, doe brown eyes searching for his familiar mop of similarly blonde hair. "I need you to zip me in," she elaborated as his footsteps predicted his approach, and soon enough, her identically-cherubic younger brother was walking up to her giving her a fond, if not annoyed, look, and motioned for her to turn around so he could reach.

She could feel the anxiety that he emitted without even facing him, her brows momentarily furrowed as the worry for her baby brother overtook her. Once he was finished, she linked their arms together and pulled out the letter's seal that would soon be transporting them to their Alma Mater. She sent in a sparkling smile in reassurance, all visible traces of worry wiped from her face, and the two Abrose siblings disappeared from their old home without a trace.

Once arrived at the castle, Eden let go of her brother, giving his hand one last squeeze. "Go make friends and report back," she told him, voice commanding yet encouraging.
A fond smile appeared on her face as Professor McGonagall addressed them, and she glanced around excitedly, trying to take in everything. Upon laying eyes on the Fat Friar, she excitedly hurried over to greet her beloved house ghost, but her steps faltered upon laying eyes on a rather weepy young woman. Effortlessly, she conjured a few tissues and approached her, her nurturing nature at full force. "Excuse me, Miss?" her voice was hushed, not wanting to bring attention to the situation as she offered the tissues to the older woman, a sweet smile on her face. "It's all rather exciting, isn't it?"

. . . you will never see the shadows

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[erised]

• denver
• nevada

• 

  
  denver cipriano​
  with: nimue
  tags: deer
  where: nimue's house and then entrance to the great hall
  house: n/a
  outfit: x
  
  
  
  "I look absolutely ridiculous," was the first thing Denver said as he stepped out of the bathroom, heading into Nimue's room where she was putting on the finishing touches. "You look great though," he added, offering her one of his signature winks and grins. He knew she wasn't the least bit affected by it, the two having been inseparable since their first year at Ilvermorny, when they were both sorted into Wampus. It all went downhill from there. Or uphill, depending on how one wants to look at it. While the Marauders and Fred and George Weasley were the mischief makers at Hogwarts, Denver and Nimue received the title of mischief makers at Ilvermorny. To him, it was a great title to have.
  
  "I'm pretty sure this is only like...the third or fourth time I've ever dressed up in my entire eighteen years," he commented. Denver hated dressing up, preferring to wear black skinny jeans with either a t-shirt or sweatshirt. If it was super hot out, then he'd wear the same but with board shorts instead of jeans. Being casual was his specialty. Being formal was not. "Anyways," he started, leaning over to rummage through his bag, "while you're finishing getting ready, I'm going to have a little pick me up." He pulled the bottle of fireball out of his bag and uncapped it, taking a quick sip as he listened to the music that played softly throughout the room. "Do you think people would throw stuff at me if I started dancing in the middle of the ballroom?" he wondered, continuing to drink. While a ballroom was for dancing, it was for fancy dancing and Denver's dancing was...not. One couldn't really call hip-hop fancy.
  
  When Nimue finished getting ready, he capped the Fireball and then transfigured the bottle into his bowtie, which he promptly tied around his neck. He thhe checked his watch and saw they had about a minute before the seal on the letter would become a portkey. To prepare, Denver walked to it and placed his index finger on it. "Ready?" he asked, flashing her another grin before the portkey and he was surrounded in a spinning world. As usual, he felt a little sick when they landed. "So, this is the place where it all began, huh?" Though it was more of a rhetorical question. He was referring to the fact that Isolt Sayre, the founder of Ilvermorny, had wanted to come to Hogwarts as a child and based Ilvermorny off of Hogwarts. He stayed quiet as McGonagall spoke, staring in awe at her since he'd heard a lot about her and the Battle of Hogwarts in general in their magical history class. When her speech ended, he turned back to look at Nimue. "Time to find out if their dining hall looks the same as ours," Though he doubted it. The castle, while beautiful in its own right, was darker than Ilvermorny, which was made of very light stone. "I wonder who else is here." So far, he hadn't spotted anyone else from Ilvermorny.
• 

  
  nevada cipriano​
  with: no one and then amahle
  tags: erzulie
  where: entrance to the great hall
  house: n/a
  outfit: x
  
  
  
  The very last thing Nevada wanted to be doing was go to a ball of all things. He hated dancing, very much unlike his brother, and he hated people (surprise surprise), both of which a ball was filled with. He'd much rather be at home in Italy, sleeping or producing. And to top it all off, he heard that muggle technology didn't even work in Hogwarts, which was an absolute travesty since he'd probably slip away shortly after the ball began to work on the song he'd been working on for months.
  
  Whatever. Nevada put on the suit he'd bought the other day and ran his hands through his hair a few times, not at all giving a shit about how he looked and pressed his finger to the portkey when it illuminated. When he landed, he took a moment to look around, briefly comparing Hogwarts to Beauxbatons. But he didn't dwell on that for long. Much to his own surprise, a small voice inside his head told him to look around and see if there was anyone from Beauxbatons he knew. His eyes landed on Amahle and they widened slightly, both surprised and a tiny bit glad to see her here. He'd known her from his time at Beauxbatons, her having spent a year there on a sort of study abroad from Uagadou. While off to a rocky start, Nevada had eventually forged a friendship with her. Or, well, a friendliness existed between the two.
  
  He had just started to make his way over to her when Professor McGonagall began to speak and he stopped where he was to listen. When it was over, he resumed his walk over to Amahle and couldn't help but notice how her expression had changed. He knew that expression pretty well, having seen it on her many times throughout the year they'd known each other. "Let it go," he advised, stopping in front of her. "You're out of their clutches now, about to start magical college of all things. Get them out of your head," He knew it was easier said than done, however. "Anyways, it's good to see you, Amahle." He offered her one of his very, very rare grins.

 

[erzulie]

Amahle Nkoane​

Amahle was in the process of scanning the crowd when she noticed him from the corner of her eye. They had met during her time at Beauxbatons and things between them had been rather shaky in the beginning. Amahle wouldn’t go as far as to say that she hated him, but she would admit that something about him had rubbed her the wrong way. To think that they’d eventually become civil and then friendly, or as friendly as people like them could be. As it turns out, the two of them were quite similar in some ways.

When he finally reached her Amahle took a moment to look him over. His suit was different, but it wasn’t the oddest thing she’d seen so far. It suited him. Though given his looks she knew that there was little that he would look bad in. “They have a far longer reach than you would think.” She said simply. Another reason why she hadn’t liked him in the beginning. Like herself, Nevada was good at reading others. To others her expression was calm, cold even but with his keen gaze she might as well have been an open book. It was a trait she admired and one that annoyed her equally.

“It’s good to see you as well Nevada. You clean nicely. How have you been?” Amahle offered him a little smile of her own. His appearance made her wonder just who else had been accepted. Given the type of people that she surrounded herself with at Uagadou and Beauxbatons, she wouldn’t be surprised if they’d been accepted as well.

Where: Hogwart’s Great Hall
With: Nevada
Tags: erised
Outfit: Dress + Hair
House: n/a

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[nymphadora.]

• bowie.
• wednesday.

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  wednesday.
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  not applicable.
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  hogwarts' hall.
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  [div class=block style="background-color: #99abb4;"]house[/div] merlin. [/div][/div]

  [div class=title]bowie.

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  "I honestly don't understand why you won't wear a tie."
  
  A long, quiet sigh left Bowie's lips, glancing up from his twirling wand to meet his sister's curious gaze through the mirror. The older twin was feeling indifferent about the whole ordeal of the welcoming ball. Parties were never really his "scene" and even had managed to convince him to come, there was no way known that he was going to wear a tie. Instead, he went with a comfortable sweater and collared shirt; not too fancy, not to casual either. With one swift movement, Bowie shoved his wand into his back pockets and made his way towards his sister's vanity, crossing his arms over his chest and resting his body against the wall.
  
  "Because I'm not going to choke myself with a piece of fabric for no reason." He huffed, watching his sister scavenge through her endless box of trinkets and jewellery. The twins had spent the past few weeks in their childhood home, alone, while their parents were travelling around the world for their jobs. Both knew that they meant well, and the sweet note they left on the kitchen counter was only a reminder of how much they loved he and his sister, but Bowie could see the glossy shine in his sister's eyes. An unwanted silence fell in the room as Wednesday sat in her seat quietly, her eyes focused on nothing in particular.
  
  As carefully as he could, Bowie lowered himself and sat uncomfortably on the tiny free space that wasn't engulfed by the tulle of Wednesday's dress. His eyes fell on his sister as he tried to pull a smile, ruffling his sister's raven hair with a chuckle. "You ready?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, pulling the port key out from his pocket.
  
  Bowie was never going to get use to port key travelling. His whole world felt unbalanced for a few moments as he tried to compose himself, staggering backwards as Wednesday pulled him upright. A sea of unrecognisable faces swarmed the castle grounds, adoring expensive looking suits, gowns and ties-- gross. The cold wind pecked at his bare hands as Wednesday stood beside him, unaffected by the change in temperature. Bowie could only shake his head and sigh, there was no point in questioning it. As he took in the sights of his old school once more, an outline of a nostalgic smile grew on the male's lips as ghosts of memories played in front of him, the sounds of their hidden laughs as Bowie tried to direct Wednesday to a new spot, hidden away from the world.
  
  His thoughts were ripped away from him as the sound of his old headmistress' voice stole his focus, greeting the crowd with a proud smile and a nod. Bowie's eyes lit up with awe as he watched her lead the crowd. She'd always been his favourite professor, even if he only had for a year. Bowie picked up the pace as Wednesday followed behind him, joining the rest of the crowd as time slowly ticked by. Everything was suddenly becoming real, and the feeling of excited fear slowly began to trickled in. It'll be fine, just fine, right?
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  "Because I'm not going to choke myself with a piece of fabric for no reason."
  
  Wednesday rolled her brown eyes at her older brother's remark, ignoring the quiet sigh that came before it. Her eyes flickered a dark gaze through the reflection of the mirror, yet her rosy lips couldn't help but fight a tempting smile. It'd been the same for the past week or so; a somewhat sarcastic response from her twin brother, a small giggle from her, and then an awkward silence would fill the void between them. Staying in their old childhood home was a perfect way to end a chapter of their lives and start a new one, she was grateful to relive her childhood memories one more time before heading off to university. Yet, there was a bitter sadness that swelled in Wednesday's heart at the empty voids that should've been filled by her parents' warm voices and beaming faces.
  
  Still, she wasn't going to complain. Her fingers dove into her tiny bowl full of rings, necklaces and trinkets she collected over the years. Some belonged to her grandmother; others were stolen from her mother from years ago. Her dark eyebrows furrowed together as Wednesday searched for a certain ring, pushing others aside until she caught sight of the familiar dark blue gem. "A-ha." Wednesday quietly whispered to herself, slipping the ring over her tiny index finger with delight. The ring that idly sat on her petite finger held a special place in Wednesday's hopelessly romantic heart. The ring was her mother's engagement ring, the very one her father proposed with at a town carnival, right in the very centre of it all. Wednesday only dreamed of having something similar, just as romantic and sweet as her parents.
  
  For a moment, she didn't even notice her twin brother sliding next to her and ruffling her short hair before it was too late. A surprised gasp left Wednesday's lips as she tried to tame her hair once more, ignoring the chuckle from Bowie. Her lips formed a pout as her gaze focused on the portkey, then returning her gaze to meet with Bowie's. This was going to happen.
  
  "Ready." She nodded with a smile.
  
  Wednesday had always been better at travelling than her brother, and it had shown once the two returned to the castle grounds of Hogwarts. The female spun on her heels and grasped for Bowie's arm, tugging him upright. With a slow, affirming nod from her brother, Wednesday's fingers released his arms and fell at her sides once more. Her dark eyes began to search through the crowd, wondering if anyone familiar was also waiting. A soft sigh escaped her lips as Wednesday turned around, noticing her brother already walking away with long strides. God, she hated being short.
  
  "Bowie, wait up!" The female called out as she quickly scurried over to him, trying her best to stay balanced in her heels. A big, uncontainable grin grew on Wednesday's lips as she wandered through the hall with her brother by her side, remembering the late nights and early mornings she spent at the school. While they weren't filled with large friend groups, stellar popularity or being well-known in quidditch like her brother, her heart still skipped a beat remembering her years at Hogwarts. There was just a charm about the school, no matter what, that Wednesday adored. It was only the beginning, and Wednesday couldn't contain her excitement.

  
  

  
  

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❦ NADYA KONSTANTINOVA

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From the moment she had graduated Koldovstoretz, Nadya could feel her parent’s watchful gaze; it had always been there, their hawk-like eyes weighing down on her, overseeing every place she would go and every person she was with − but it had grown more intense. Sitting at her vanity, Nadya’s sea-foam green eyes would frequent the reflection of her bedroom door, preparing for it to swing wide open. Her paranoia began to seep in as she touched up her make-up, she could almost feel her mother’s cold, bony fingers digging into her shoulder, and her harsh voice whispering, "You know that we were never going to let you go, right?" The intrusive thought sent a shock of panic through Nadya's veins. Instinctively, her hand reached for her draw. She fished around for her acceptance letter, her heartbeat quickening as she realised it had disappeared, "fuck."

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“Papa,” Nadya glowered, seething resentment boiling under her chilled skin. She was in her father’s office. The room was decorated with baroque furniture, the most expensive the family owned. Over Nadya’s head loomed a golden chandelier, the diamond pendants glistened and reflected light off of her crystal-embroidered gown, ”you promised.” Her eyes were locked on him, her lips pursed as she stood over him in his armchair, her five-inch heels allowing her to tower over him at six one. It infuriated her that he appeared so calm; he had a book in one hand and her letter in the other, caught betwixt his fingers. There was a smile playing on his lips, and Nadya knew that he was taunting her − the letter was within her reach, but she had been taught not to snatch things.

"So," her father, Volkov, finished his passage and placed the book down on his coffee table, "you said this ball started at five o'clock, not eight." There was a smugness to his voice that made Nadya's stomach churn. Volkov gave the letter a once-over, a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked up at his daughter, "oh Nadezhda, I thought I had taught you better? Don't try to sneak out early." The man stood up, and in silence he grabbed Nadya's shoulder. She gave little resistance as he pushed her down into the armchair, "Dmitri will watch you until eight. Just remember, we gave you this opportunity, we can just as easily take it away."

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It was all about power with her family, she knew that. Her parents just wanted their claws in her back for as long as possible, and the fact that they were losing their grip angered them. The idea amused Nadya, the corner of her lip curling up into a smile. "What's so funny?" Dmitri, her brother, asked. They had been sat in silence for the past three hours, and Nadya may have answered had the clock not just struck eight, "i'll tell you in a few months." She took the letter from him, grabbing the wax seal and in a flash she was out − actually out. There was a part of Nadya that wanted to collapse to the ground in relief, but the brunette was quick to notice the crowd of students who accompanied her. The smile on her face dropped, her lips pressed into a thin line as she scanned the flood of people for her friend, Aleksander. Her harsh gaze kept anyone familiar at bay, though there was a flicker of concern in her eyes. She didn't show up to Aleks's before the ball like they had organised, and now there was no sight of him.

In spite of having a general distaste for talking to most people, Nadya wasn't stupid nor inept. She figured someone might have come across him, so she decided to approach a girl a purple dress. Nadya eyed her quite briefly, had she not been looking for Aleks and the thought of giving someone a compliment didn't make her feel ill, Nadya may have remarked upon how elegant she looked. But she kept to the point, her deep voice layered with her thick accent, "have you seen dark-haired Russian boy?" She frowned, figuring the description was quite broad, "a lot of tattoos...piercings...about my height? Looks kind of angry."

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Luca Ybarra

with: bowie and wednesday
tags: nymphadora.
where: entrance hall
house: n/a
former school: castelobruxo
outfit: x

Luca laid on his bed, taking a hit of a joint and just staring up at the ceiling. He’d been studying with some curse breakers up until a few days ago, When he decided he’d spend his last few days back home in Córdoba, Argentina with his parents before he left for school. It was good to be back home. He hadn’t been home since two summers ago, the summer leading into his last year at Castelobruxo. It was good to be back. And, he already said that. or thought it. Whatever. he’d already said goodbye to his parents, and now all he had left to do was wait.

Soon, the port key lit up and Luca put his finger on it after extinguishing the joint, getting swept up in the spinning world. It didn’t last long, and he soon found himself staring up at Hogwarts, a school he’d never seen before. no matter. He waved his wand over his body once and replaced the scent of weed with spicy cologne. Thankfully, he made it inside just in time for who he assumed was the headmistress to give a welcoming speech. When she finished her speech, Luca turned his head and began to search for any other Castelobruxo students he might find here.

And he didn’t find any other students he knew, not yet anyways. What he did find was his British cousins, which was a lovely surprise. As he was making his way over, he heard Wednesday shout something to Bowie and grinned. “He’s always been a bit of a wanderer,” Luca said to her as he came up in between the two, throwing his arms over both of their shoulders. “But ah, mis primos, long time no see, eh?” he asked, Argentine accent thick. It truly had been a while since they last saw each other, at least two or three years. “How are you doing on this lovely, but very, very cold evening?” It wasn’t all that cold, but it was to him, a boy who grew up in Argentina and spent the school year in the rainforests of Brazil.

 

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apolline "nimue" monet

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with: denver [ erised ]
mentions: nyx, maman and papa, babette [ erzulie ]

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Soft melodies filled the air in the upstairs room of the elegant and vibrant Creole Townhouse nestled on Dauphine Street in the French Quarter. Harmonic sounds of the saxophone echoed, encompassing the streets as even tempos tapped, almost bouncing through the architectural walls. Jazz music reverberated pass the Monet compound and courtyard, airing its way inside the open-windowed room. Silky curtains danced to the side allowing the natural sweet scent of floras from the balcony fill the living space.

Gentle bell-like hums slipped through her lips while her feet tapped lightly in tandem against the floors as she finished curling the last strands of her sun-kissed blonde hair. Her long, eyelashes fluttered as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, crystal blue eyes radiating from the natural light shining in her room. A small delicate smile graced her lips, feeling the energy and jovial spirits of her lively hometown. She absolutely adored being in the Quarter, however, a small part of her crumbled, saddened at the thought of missing yet another festival: Southern Decadence.

Another soft sigh escaped her lips as she placed the curling wand on her dresser mirror. There was nothing to mope nor whine about, she believed, but, part of her was torn knowing her maman's heart would break if she found out she was leaving the country all the while her papa encouraged her. It was now or never. Slipping away with just a letter about her departure to her maman made her stomach drop, but, she made her choice. If she faced her maman head on, she wouldn't be able to go at all.

Although there were countless times when she managed to sneak out in the middle of the night to go off on her own adventures either alone or with her fellow adrenaline junkie friend: Denver, this time, Nimue felt remorseful. She never liked keeping secrets, especially one that was an important decision that could change her fate.

With a final touch to her appearance, Nimue slowly stood from her stool, making her way towards her body length mirror to take one last glance at herself before taking off. Her long, slender fingers smoothed out any wrinkled parts of her dress as she fixed her hair, hiding any loose curls or strands of hair.

At the sound of wings fluttering into her room, Nimue's gaze went towards the red feathered bird perched upon the wooden branch.

"Why, ain't that somethin', Nyx? Have you come to say farewell in maman's place?" A small playful smile tugged at Nimue's lips as she bit back a laugh. Slowly approaching the majestic bird, Nimue leaned forward, her fingers slowly reaching towards the phoenix before gently rubbing the bird's head. With a small head tilt, Nyx's attention stayed on Nimue. Watching Nimue's every move, her black eyes bore into Nimue's blue eyes with warm intensity. Nimue knew that look. It was the same concerned yet delicate look her maman always gave her.

"I look absolutely ridiculous," A voice called from across the hall before nearing closer into her room.

At the sound of a male's voice, Nyx gave one last look before flying out the window. Nimue gave a small, whispered "see you later" as Nyx left her room before Nimue's gaze went towards her closest friend. She was just thinking about him and couldn't help but shake her head at his comment.

"You look great though." He added, offering her one of his signature winks and grins. "I'm pretty sure this is only like...the third or fourth time I've ever dressed up in my entire eighteen years, while you're finishing getting ready, I'm going to have a little pick me up."

"Oh, is this how you treat all your dates, Mr. Cipriano?" She quirked a brow, teasing him. "It's no wonder all the gals and boys fawn over you!" Laughing softly at his compliment before he continued his complaint of wearing dressy clothes, Nimue sighed. "You look very charming. Besides, I actually love these ball gown attires. It's very . . . . whimsical, don't you think? New Orleans has tons of balls but. . . they seem to always happen when classes are in session." She frowned slightly before waiting for Denver to finish taking a sip of the fireball whiskey before taking her own sip. She needed to loosen up and what a great way to do it!

But, at Denver's comment if anyone would throw things at him in the middle of the ballroom while dancing, Nimue pondered for a moment. "Hm . . well, you are a work of art already. We mustn't need other opinions from the peanut gallery when you are already great as is. Though. . . . if you really think about it, it might be me they're throwing things at. You are, after-all, my dance teacher, non?" Although she wanted to quip, or even add that it may be his ex-flings, Nimue bit back a tongue, laughing internally at her own joke. Oh, she could save it for later.

Soon, they were off to the ball! Oh, it sounded like Cinderella. Although Nimue tried to not give a tearful good-bye to her father, he always managed to get her out of her slump. If there was anything peculiar about her family it was the fact that her parents seemed to flow within each other, walking in each other's "time" as if they were soulmates. One day, perhaps she would have that, but for now, Nimue could only imagine the possibilities that are at her feet now that she was accepted into Ravenhurst University - handpicked by the Headmistress herself! What was even better was the opportunity to spend more time with her friends, learning, and going on so many adventures, creating mischief!

As Denver used the portkey, Nimue closed her eyes before opening them a second later, only to revel at the magnificent archiecture: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Nimue took in everything she could. She absolutely loved new places since there was so much to unravel and uncover! A small nod of agreement was given when Denver spoke beside her, admiring the castle of where it all began. However, Nimue stopped her scan when Professor McGonagall addressed the crowd. Her heart skipped a beat as the older woman spoke. Minerva McGonagall a woman of her word and excaliber was greeting her, them! It was as if history came to life and now she would be making it with her fellow classmates. The thought of it ignited a fire in her: how otherworldly!

It was only when Denver spoke did Nimue's daze wear off. "Time to find out if their dining hall looks the same as ours, I wonder who else is here."

Shaking her head, hoping what she was seeing wasn't just a dream, Nimue turned to look over at Denver, a sly grin appearing upon her lips. "Now you're speaking my language. It took you long enough to ask!" She exclaimed as a giggle followed suit. "Other Ilvermorny student? I wonder if . . . . Babette was here too." Nimue trailed off, pausing her in her thoughts before she finally looked around in the crowd. "Everyone looks absolutely stylish even Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe would be proud!" She mentioned before quickly following the crowd inside the halls, though she kept close towards Denver.

"Do you see anyone in sight that looks familiar? Perhaps we should yell out names and maybe they would hear it. Or . . . . sneak off from the crowd and form our own little . . . . exploration or soiree."

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[nymphadora.]

beena n. hasan.

There was no possible way for anything to wipe the big grin that was etched on Bea's face. The female locked herself in her room, blasting the alluring voice of Stevie Nicks as loudly as she could. Her room, what once was clean and exceptionally neat, became something similar to a war zone. Clothes were strewn aimlessly on the floor, shoes were thrown left and right, and her tired vanity was hidden underneath a mountain of makeup, hair ties and jewellery. The only time Bea felt the need to absolutely go outside was to refill her jug of green tea or ask for something to snack on (as great as she was at making tea, it was best to not have her in the kitchen). To be truthful, there were other reasons to Bea locking herself up in her room, especially for what was about to happen in a few hours.

Her aunts- aunt, Nayani, still struggled to grasp the concept of magic, of her niece being a witch of all things. The two didn't speak about it; both would ignore it and pretend Bea hadn't whisked away to France every school term to study about concepts she wouldn't get to experience. Bea knew that her aunt wasn't fully supportive of what she was, but Bea couldn't just change with a wave of a wand, it was an unrealistic wish Nayani had. It was how the Hasan family handled situations, like the magic that ran through Bea's blood and the haunting void of Nayani's sister and her other aunt, Amaya. Still, Bea wouldn't let the heavy weight in her heart stop her from focusing on the future. She had a chance to reinvent herself, start with a clean slate and ignore all the tragedy that laced itself in the past year.

Bea studied her reflection in the mirror, judging herself with slender, brown eyes. With her dark curls falling over her shoulders and her eyeliner sharp enough to slice someone, Bea gave a curt nod and a pleasing smile. Her eyes flickered to the envelope that contained her port-key, the ticket to get out. Bea's face softened as she scurried out of her room, the clap of her black heels alerting her aunt in the kitchen. Nayani peered around the corner; her curious eyes quickly sadden once she saw her niece and reality struck her like a lightning bolt, her eyebrows furrowed together as she placed her bowl of mixed ingredients down on the counter. There was a filling silence between the two before Nayani choked out a sentence. "So soon?"

Bea nodded with a wavering, cherry smile and wrapped her long arms around the tiny woman, holding her in her grasp for a few beats before unravelling herself. She couldn't be late; there wasn't another way that she knew of to get there either. Bea eyed the bowl and swiped her finger on the edge, savouring her aunt's cooking with a smile. Nayani shook her head, sighing at the cheekiness of her niece as a smile tugged at the edge of her lips. Nayani studied her niece once more, admiring the shine of Bea's eyes. She definitely had her mother's eyes. "Don't do anything stupid, promise?"

"I promise, Ani." Bea grinned, perking up with excitement as port-key began to shine. The witch gave her aunt one final smile; her attention focused on the port key as Nayani's voice became nothing more of an echo. This was it; anticipation rushed through her veins as the world around her shifted. Nayani watched with a worried expression as she rambled on, not realising how quickly Bea had left the apartment and the echo of her voice repeating back her words. "Don't forget, I lov- oh."

Her aunt and small apartment home evolving into a grand castle with a swarm of lavish ball gowns and suits. It felt like being in a fairytale, the swirl of colours from the dresses awed Bea as she wandered through the crowd, ignoring the cold pricks of the English wind. Bea had only ever heard of Hogwarts and wasn't sure what to expect. Nonetheless, the grandness of the castle stunned the Australian as she kept to herself. Her close friend, Harriet, was nowhere to be found, with the sea of smiling faces making her feel slightly giddy. She'll be fine, Harriet can handle herself. Bea nodded to herself, her long nails picking underneath each other as she stood by herself. This wasn't how she expected to start her night; all she needed was an opportunity to show herself to the world.

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tags PixieDust .
location hogwarts' hall.
outfit outfit + heels.
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Now, here she stood in the living area grasping a wax sea, her hands shaking with nerves she didn't realize she had as her aunt and cousin hugged her tightly wishing her safe travels. "Don't you worry, fairy, Peter and I will write you often," her aunt Alora assured her clasping her hands to stop their shaking. "You have nothing to worry about. You're an intelligent young woman who will succeed where ever you go, and, if anything, you'll spice up the lives of every person you come across at this university, so make the most of it." Elara smiled and gently kissed both of her aunt's cheek to show her appreciation. "Expect many care packages," Peter chimed in enthusiastically. "you know how mum gets when we go away for school." She did. And knowing there would be anything but a shortage of things being sent to her by her aunt uplifted Elara's spirits. Stepping away as the clock hit time for her departure, Elara blew a kiss at her family, winked, and apparated away.

Hogwarts. What could Elara truly say. She could say that being an old institution does not mean one needs to look it, but she doubts that would be appreciated. It did have its charm in the castle aesthetic, welcoming/homey atmosphere, and the overall grandness of its structures. Maybe her outlook had been tainted from the more aesthetic appearance of Beauxbatons along with the gossip about "lesser" schools such as Hogwarts, because the more she observed the environment and listened to their... Professor McGonagall, the more she began to like it. The doors had yet to open so Elara tucked her port-key into her clutch and decided to make herself busy spotting a girl picking at her nails who looked like she could use some conversation.

"Salut," Elara greeted with a warm smile surveying the people around her as she stepped beside the dark haired young woman who looked to be only an inch shorter than herself; surprising. She stuck out her hand, determining it best to stick to universal forms of greeting rather than la bise when interacting with students from many different regions across the world. "Elara Belleville," she introduced herself. "Do you think they will keep us out here long?" [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]mood — a celebration | location — hogwarts (ball) | house — N/A | with — Bea|mentions — N/A |outfit — gown |tags — nymphadora. [/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=c]@undine[/div] [class=container]height: 340px; width: 500px; padding: 10px; margin: auto; background: #9C94A9 [/class] [class=image]height: 100%; width: 180px; background-image: url(https://orig00.deviantart.net/124b/f/2016/296/c/d/shelley_hennig_png_by_voidxprescott-dam1e7e.png); background-size: 200%; background-position: 55% 30% [/class] [class=title]position: relative; top: 15px; left: 190px; width: 230px; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 20px; color: #bc4060 [/class] [class=line]height: 1px; width: 100%; background: #5a1527 [/class] [class=lil]position: relative; width: 96%; text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #202020; [/class] [class=b]position: relative; left: 420px; top: -45px; height: 65px; width: 65px; padding: 5px; border-radius: 0px 100px 100px 100px; border: 1px solid #5a1527 [/class] [class=lilimage]height: 100%; width: 100%; border-radius: 0px 100px 100px 100px; background-image: url(https://i.imgur.com/wTcNBWd.gif); background-size: 200%; background-position: 60% 55% [/class] [class=info]position: relative; left: 190px; top: -245px; height: 245px; width: 310px [/class] [class=post]height: 200px; width: 103%; font-size: 10px; overflow: hidden [/class] [class=scroll]height: 100%; width: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; text-align: justify; padding-right: 30px [/class] [class=pos]position: relative; top: 15px; height: 35px; width: 305px; text-align: center; color: transparent; overflow: hidden [/class] [class=round]position: relative; display: inline-block; height: 25px; width: 25px; border-radius: 100%; background: #D1565B; transition: 0.7s; [/class] [class=round2]transition: 0.7s; display: inline-block; height: 25px; width: 25px; border-radius: 100%; background: #B9B5CC [/class] [class=round3]transition: 0.7s; display: inline-block; height: 25px; width: 25px; border-radius: 100%; background: #E6AFA8 [/class] [class=bla]background: #f2979f [/class] [class=ble]background: #786a81 [/class] [class=blo]background: #d05f7a [/class] [class=stats]position: relative; top: 10px; width: 100%; margin: auto;font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; color: white [/class] [class=c]width: 100%; text-align: center; opacity: 0; font-size: 10px [/class] [script class=post on=mouseenter] addClass bla round1 addClass ble round2 addClass blo round3 [/script] [script class=post on=mouseleave] removeClass bla round1 removeClass ble round2 removeClass blo round3 [/script] [script class=pos on=mouseenter] addClass up round addClass up stats removeClass down round removeClass down2 stats [/script] [script class=pos on=mouseleave] addClass down round addClass down2 stats addClass up round addClass up stats [/script] [class name=up] animation-name: {post_id}up; animation-direction: normal; animation-duration: 0.5s; animation-delay: 0s; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-fill-mode: both; [/class] [animation=up] [keyframe=0]top: 0px[/keyframe] [keyframe=100]top: -30px[/keyframe] [/animation] [class name=down] animation-name: {post_id}down; animation-direction: normal; animation-duration: 0.5s; animation-delay: 0s; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-fill-mode: both; [/class] [animation=down] [keyframe=0]top: -30px[/keyframe] [keyframe=100]top: 0px[/keyframe] [/animation] [class name=down2] animation-name: {post_id}down2; animation-direction: normal; animation-duration: 0.5s; animation-delay: 0s; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-fill-mode: both; [/class] [animation=down2] [keyframe=0]top: -30px[/keyframe] [keyframe=100]top: 10px[/keyframe] [/animation]

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⤀ FELIX JÄGER

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felix jäger

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house: n/a

mentions: nevada, amahle

interaction: cedric

location: great hall entrance

tags: nymphadora. erised erzulie

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Felix radiated nervous energy. His pale, thin fingers played with the hem of his plaid coat, catching and twisting around a loose thread as a means of distraction. The nineteen-year-old could feel the beat of his heart as it thumped inside his chest, the heavy rhythm churning his stomach. His eyes flickered over his reflection in the full-length mirror before him, only for the image to further his sense of unease. He felt light-headed. "Nope, the waistcoat is too much," Felix shook his head, hastily turning from the mirror and taking off his overcoat. "This is so stupid. I just look stupid." he muttered, now fumbling with the buttons of his waistcoat, "i'm not going. I can't."

"Felix, you're just psyching yourself out," Emilie, his mum, took his arm and pulled him back to face the mirror. She was petite, but firm. She combed a hand through his curly hair, offering a sympathetic smile, "You look great. I really don't see what's upsetting you." Felix smiled half-heartedly in return, "Thanks, mum." He could see the glimmer of pride in her eyes. They were hazel like his, and when he looked at her he could see she was trying. Really trying. It did hurt knowing that he could disappoint her, "i guess i'm just nervous...that's all." With a bit of reluctance, he chanced his reflection a second time − but the feeling was same. He saw the mouse-like, halfblood boy he had seen in every other mirror; his mop of dark hair was a mess, no matter how much he would try to fix it. Not even his nicest suit could offer peace of mind.

***

Felix had expected an awkward farewell from his dad. In spite of the tense nature of their relationship, Günther had embraced him in a tight hug. It was a warm gesture, but Felix could sense it was still forced. Pulling away, his dad cleared his throat, fixing up Felix's tie without meeting his son's gaze, "good luck with your...magic school." There was a stiffness to his voice that Felix was familiar with; Günther had to coax those words out. But Felix didn't mind. He figured it was better than silence. "Thanks, dad. Thank you both," he gave a sheepish smile, that feeling of unease lingering. As he walked over to the portkey, he thought he felt a shiver run up his spine − but it was just his Moke, Otto. The lizard with a death wish had now buried himself in his hair. "Both of you hold on now, okay?" he took the seal in one hand and put his other hand in his pocket. He felt a small, rat paw grab hold of one of his fingers before they were whisked away to Hogwarts.

***

"Wow," the brunet stood before the castle, wide-eyed as he took in the new scenery. For a moment he was free of his binding nerves. He was in awe. Hogwarts looked like a painting against the rolling Scottish hills, the turrets reaching the sky and towering over the wave of Ravenhurst students that were making there way inside. For that fleeting moment he took no notice of the people brushing past him, though after someone accidentally knocked his shoulder, the feeling of worry came rushing back. He tore his focus away from the castle and merged with the crowd. The whole time Felix was seeking some form of familiarity; a feeling? a face? but it was all brand new. Overwhelmingly so. "Yeah, i don't think we belong here, Spud," he whispered to the rat that sat in his palm, calmed by his rodent friend but simultaneously concerned that if someone saw him talking to him, they'd think he was crazy, "maybe I can just stay outside?"

Felix turned away from the door to the great hall. He manoeuvred through the crowd, catching glimpses of the other students as he passed them. He did a double-take when he noticed Nevada, stopping himself from fleeing. There it was, that feeling of familiarity. He went to put his hand up to wave, but recoiled it once he saw Amahle. He didn't have a problem with Amahle, but there was something about her that made him anxious. She had a cold air to her, a glacial aura that warded him off. He was sure she was nice, Nevada got along with her after all − maybe he could work up the courage to talk to them...later. Partially comforted by the reminder that his friend was going to be there, Felix spun back around, not expecting to knock into someone as he did so. Upon impact, Otto lept from Felix's hair and onto the man he had bumped into, the little lizard scurrying over his chest and shoulders before jumping back to Felix, "i am so, so sorry," he profusely apologised, his heart dropping once he realised the man was probably a professor, "...sir."

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[erzulie]

Babettè Duprè​

Babette has been looking forward to the ball since receiving her letter. She was a lover of galas, balls, and any other social gatherings. She took after her mother and her side of the family in that regard. When she’d received her letter she had been in Haiti, studying under some priest and priestesses. There she was free to learn and do as she pleased. It was a tough decision for her in the beginning, but after thinking and asking for guidance it seemed like Ravenhurst was the place for her.

Her mother was upset with her for her decision but she had pushed her feelings aside to support her daughter. Her grandmother had been ecstatic, but it had more to do with the fact that she’d be making Babette’s dress. The process of getting ready had been a lengthy one, her mother had spent a large amount of time taming her curls. Her hair was now loosely curled and cloud like in appearance. Her most important part of her outfit lay on her bed lazily, glittering colors of the rainbow as the light it his scales.

Once Babette was finished she grabbed Apephis, her dear companion, and placed him around her neck. After saying her goodbyes Babette was on her way. The sight of Hogwarts let her in awe. It was beautiful and ancient looking. Soon Babette joined the rest of the crowd. She managed to get a few scares. It was odd to see such a petite thing with the appearance of a fairy, with a large serpent around her neck. She looked around, wondering if she’d spot anyone that she knew from Ilvermorny.

Where: Hogwart’s Great Hall
With: n/a
Tags: n/a
Outfit: dress + hair
House: Alastor

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Ambrose

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you put something wonderful in the world . . .

"Go make friends and report back."

The words of his sister echoed in his head as she rushed off, leaving him abandoned within the steadily growing crowd. He couldn't help but furrow his brows, biting at his lip as he looked from face to face. There was Doherty, an upperclassman from the same house, even, but the two had never interacted whatsoever and Elias wasn't about to start his university career going up to strangers and making them uncomfortable, that was for sure. Because, honestly, after the recent discovery of he and Eden's parentage, the less attention he could garner, the better.

But... Damn, he wanted to be able to socialize like a regular human being

For a moment, the blonde removed his hat, slicking back his hair with a sigh and then replacing it on his head. It's now or never, Ambrose, he chided himself, before reluctantly making his way over to Midas. If this went poorly, then, at least it could be a bit of a practice run, if nothing else. As long as he didn't embarrass himself too much, he wouldn't have to spend the next 3 years avoiding this bloke.

"Er, Hello," he greeted the other male, awkwardly holding out an only-slightly-trembling hand. "I don't know if you remember me, but, well, we were in the same house, and I just wanted to say..." Elias hesitated, his eyes darting around before landing on Midas' suit jacket. Despite being a Gryffindor, red had to be one of Elias' least favorite colours--It rather made one look like an overripe tomato. "I like your suit!" he blurted out, the corner of his mouth tugging upward in a strange smile. "The brocade is... nice!"

Oh, for fuck's sake. Perhaps he should have taken a page or two out of his father's book--at least Gilderoy Lockhart wasn't terribly, horribly socially inept.

. . . that was not there before

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if you fell down yesterday . . .

The dial tone of a cellular phone echoed through the room as its sole occupant paced back and forth, teeth clenched and arms crossed over her chest. Henley Walker--no, Professor Henley Walker was feeling uncharacteristically anxious about the events that were to come, specifically, starting a new job shaping the 'young minds of tomorrow.' After the ringing of the phone clicked off, she rushed to sit down on her bed, next to the phone, taking it off speaker-phone and holding it up to her ear just in time to hear: "You have reached the voice-mail box of... Darius Walker... If you would like to leave a message, please press 1--"

The aforementioned button was hurriedly pressed, but when it came time to talk, the young woman hesitated, not knowing what to say. "Hey Daddy, I've just been thinking about how I start my job at Magic College tonight and I was just wondering if you knew what the hell I thought I was doing? Who decided this was a good idea? Am I on Punk'd? Is my entire life just one big practical joke??" The mechanical voice chimed back on, letting her know that, if she was finished recording her message, she could hang up, or press 1 to re-start. Yes please.

"Hey Dad, uh... You know what, never mind. I'm good. Love you," she blurted out, before quickly hanging up. She was the daughter of Darius Walker, badass single father and respected police officer; She had faced off against blood-purists and remnant Death Eaters, and she was not afraid of a few children. Especially not after a shot of whiskey.

Better make that two shots of whiskey.

And a little for the road.

Brows set in determination, Henley took one last glance at the clock, realizing her time was approaching, and just had enough time to slip a flask inside her suit jacket before she was being whisked off to British Magical High-school. Nothing like a portkey to make a buzz kick in more quickly eh?

Landing down at Hogwarts, Henley took a moment to steady herself, pushing her curls back behind her shoulder as she gazed around. Headmistress Whats'ername made the announcement that things were going to start soon and Henley nodded to herself leaning back against the nearest pillar as she surveyed her surroundings, both the castle and the people. A few youngsters hovered awkwardly, dressed to the nines, and an inquisitive eyebrow arched as the future Head-of-Auror-Training analyzed what she was sure would be her future students. And colleagues. And... Aw, hell.

Somewhere, in the back of her head, she had known that the two of them were going to be working together. But it was just a fact that she had been ignoring up until now. Gus was hovering by the entrance to the Great Hall, looking all the world like a childish schoolboy and an already exasperated professor all rolled-up into a single package. There was a rule about fraternization between professors, if she was recalling things correctly... but there was also probably a rule about turning up to the first day of work with a bit of liquid courage helping out. And there wasn't a rule about friendly banter between colleagues.

Brushing her already unruly hair behind an ear, she approached Gus from behind, the heels she was wearing providing her with a distinct height advantage as she smoothly rested an elbow on his shoulder. "Come here often, Professor Thorpe?" she asked, her face a perfect mask of suavity. Eyebrow quirked, her serious, apathetic demeanor lasted only a few moments before she broke out into a small bout of laughter.

Not flirting. Not fraternization. Banter, clearly.

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[PixieDust]

• Felicity

• 
  
  
  

  FELICITY HART
  with: eden ambrose
  where: hogwarts entrance hall
  outfit: x
  house: n/a
  tags: eggsaladsandwitch

  

  
  
  Felicity had become rather conscious of the mascara that was running down her cheeks in black clumps. It was hardly very professional of her to be reacting in such a way to her childhood school, but everything from the stone floors to the smell of flames burning in braziers triggered fond memories from long ago.
  
  'Excuse me, miss?' a soft voice seemed to be addressing her from close by, hushed in order to not draw any attention. The brunette lifted her head toward the source of the voice and tried for a polite smile. The kindly looking blonde was clearly a student, and 'sobbing mess' was hardly the impression Felicity wanted to give. 'It's all rather exciting isn't it?'
  
  Felicity straightened up as best as she could, smoothing out a wrinkle in her dress. She chuckled softly as she replied to the girl,
  'Oh quite exciting, yes! As you can probably tell, I got a little bit overenthusiastic.' Felicity took the tissues that the blonde had kindly offered her and swiftly wiped away the ruined mascara from her cheeks.
  
  Now that her vision was not obscured by tears, she took the time to take in the appearance of the girl. Her dress was striking, a pale blue adorned with flowers. It had Felicity in mind of a fairy princess.
  'Thank you! Goodness, your dress is lovely.' She smiled warmly, putting her free hand out to shake, 'right. Now that I'm not blubbing my eyes out, I suppose an introduction is in order. My name is Felicity...I mean uh...Professor Hart. I shall be the Ancient Runes professor.' The brunette tried to make herself sound as professional as possible, but it was obvious that she was still slightly flustered and feeling out of her depth. She had never taught ancient runes in her entire life, but she knew that she could if she just believed in herself more...possibly.
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Enjolras Javert Pontmercy​

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Enjolras Javert Pontmercy stood outside and marveled at the grand stature of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had heard stories of its greatness and felt honored to be standing in its presence. He figured that everyone had already been welcomed inside but Enjolras was going to be late per usual. He wasn't quite sure as to why he was always late maybe he liked making grand entrances, or possibly he was anxious about being the first to arrive. However, this time around he knew exactly why he was going to be late, his reasoning was to take in as much of the castle as possible and then make a grand entrance.

After what seemed like hours, Enjolras picked up his feet and began walking inside through the grand double doors that Hogwarts had to offer. He strutted confidently as he was proud of what he was wearing and how his hair looked. His hair was perfectly curled and kept to one side, and his shiny new red suit glistened in the hallways flames. As he walked his dress shoes made a clicking sound that pleased his ears to him it was the sound of wealth and power, the same sound he had heard his fathers' shoes making when he was a little boy. With a pang in his heart, he missed his father more than anything but still, he trudged on inside the castle.

Enjolras marveled at the beauty of the castles inside which seemed even more beautiful architecturally than the outside however, the moving staircases did startle him a bit. He made his way into the main hall and began searching for anyone he knew.

Ravenhurst House: N/A Current Location: Hogwarts(Ball) Current Class: N/A Interactions: Open Outfit:Suit

 

[erised]

• denver
• nevada

• 
  
  
  denver cipriano
  with: nimue
  mentions: iliana, babette
  tags: deer and erzulie
  where: entrance hall
  house: n/a
  former school: ilvermorny (wampus)
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  Even though Denver didn't comment on it back in Nimue's room, the 'you are a work of art already' comment caused him to smirk, fueling his already overlarge ego. And that smirk was still present on his features as they wandered throughout the entrance hall, him planning to tease her about it later.
  
  "Now you're speaking my language. It took you long enough to ask!"
  
  He looked down at Nimue when she said that, a grin replacing the smirk, for now. "What?" he wondered. "Exploring the dining hall or seeing if anyone else we know is here?" Both could be the right answers, but he figured it was more of the former. When she mentioned Babette, he nodded. "She might be," Denver didn't really know Babette all that well, only through Nimue and in passing. Even then, it was just the usual 'hi, how are you' and 'good to see you'. It wasn't that he didn't want to be friends with her, just that they hardly ever crossed paths. Ilvermorny was big, and they were in different Houses. Hell, sometimes, he didn't see Nimue for days at a time, and they were both in Wampus.
  
  "Everyone looks absolutely stylish even Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe would be proud!"
  
  And Denver could not care less about fashion or style, hence the reason he thought he looked ridiculous. However, he nodded, just to flatter her. To him, it just looked like there were a bunch of guys in sports jackets or suits and girls in dresses. That was it. No telling the different fashions or styles.
  
  "Do you see anyone in sight that looks familiar? Perhaps we should yell out names and maybe they would hear it. Or sneak off from the crowd and form our own little . . . . exploration or soiree?"
  
  Now the smirk was back. He cast his eyes around, looking for someone, anyone he knew, but came up with nothing. Shaking his head, he looked back to Nimue. "Nah, don't see anyone. But maybe Iliana is here?" He said, mentioning his longtime penpal and friend. He didn't want to mention the school in one of his letters to her, in case she wasn't accepted and then it would just be awkward, so he had no idea if she was here. "If so, she can take us on a little tour. But if not, I'm totally down to go exploring on our own."
  
  There was always the risk of getting in trouble, but who cares? Denver lived for trouble. "But anyways... you think I'm a work of art?"
• 
  
  
  nevada cipriano
  with: amahle
  mentions: felix
  tags: erzulie and mxlly
  where: entrance hall
  house: n/a
  former school: beauxbatons
  outfit: x
  
  
  
  
  “They have a far longer reach than you would think.”
  
  The grin faded slightly, replaced by a small frown. "Well, they're not here," Unless they were, in which case his response wouldn't make sense. But he doubted they were here. "So like I said before, try your best to get them out of your head."
  
  “It’s good to see you as well Nevada. You clean nicely. How have you been?"
  
  Nevada's grin came back slightly after hearing that. "I clean up nicely, eh?" he asked. "So do you," And she really, really did. "But anyways, I've been okay. I've mainly just been producing. Beauxbatons taught me a few handy charms for music related things so i've been using those. Works wonders," They weren't really complicated charms, just ones that he modified to make editing and mastering songs easier and to simplify the recording process. "Two of them have even appeared on the no-maj house electronic charts," Since he spent the first 10 years of his life in the US, he called non-magical folk no-maj's. He had received plenty of weird looks at Beauxbatons and other European magical schools for calling them that but didn't care.
  
  He was just about to ask her how she had been when he saw a familiar face out of the corner of his eye. Felix. He turned his head to look at the boy and could practically see the anxiety rolling off in waves. Wanting to put him at ease, Nevada offered another one of his rare grins. He could tell Felix had been about to wave yet had stopped and confusion set in, wondering what had caused the wave to stop. Before Nevada could dwell on it and offer another comforting gesture, Felix had already turned and promptly crashed into someone. A professor, by the looks of it. Now he wore a look of concern. Half of him wanted to go over there immediately and see if Felix was okay but the other half didn't want to just leave Amahle in the middle of their conversation. So, he decided to stay where he was.
  
  "Sorry," Nevada apologized, shaking his head a little. "Where was I?" That was more of a question for himself, yet he said it aloud for some reason. "Ah yes. Enough about me. How have you been?"
  
  He'd go check on Felix when this conversation ended.
  

 

[erzulie]

Amahle Nkoane​

Amahle knew that she would be getting a call from her parents. Even with miles between them they would always try to control and micromanage when it came to her and her siblings. Amahle has gotten quite used to it over the years. It was so familiar that the chains of their expectations and what she hoped was their loved, were similar to a comforting weight instead of an oppressive one. The face betrayed nothing as she spoke again. “That is true. I will try my best to forget them, even if it is just for a night.”

Amahle watched as the frown on Nevada’s face morphed into a grin. It suited him much better than the frown that had appeared on his lips. Honestly she hadn’t meant to be such a downer. His compliment caused her own lips to stretch into a small small. Amahle enjoyed looking her best. Even if it sounded shallow Amahle enjoyed being told that she looked good. With her siblings not around and with no one to compare to, the feeling was amazing. “Oh, you’ve been busy. Congratulations Nevada. You’ve always had a talent for music, it’s amazing being able to make a career out of something that you love.”

When Nevada seemed to be distracted by something Amahle followed his gaze. When she noticed the nervous looking individual gazing at them she simply stared, wondering why he hadn’t come over as opposed to just watching. Amahle raised an arched brow as he went on to bump into someone. She turned her attention back to Nevada soon after. “It’s quite alright. He’s a friend of yours I presume?” She asked.

“Oh, I’ve been well. After we graduated, I did some traveling and studying. I was in the midst of choosing a potions master to study under before receiving my letter. Of course I decided to hold off on that until later. And given that I was raised and taught without a wand, I decided to get one for myself. The feeling was indescribable once I was matched.” Kamaria tucked a braid behind her ear.

Where: Hogwart’s Great Hall
With: Nevada
Mentions: Felix
Tags: erised mxlly
Outfit: Dress + Hair
House: Morgana

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aleksandr dragomir

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location: home - hogwarts
scenario: "bulldozing his way across"
with: nadya [ mxlly ] and hattie [ PixieDust ]
mentions: leo [ Athens ] , babette [ erzulie ] , nevada [ erised ]

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Blood-shot eyes bore back at him through the reflection, an unrecognisable look paved way towards his angular face.

Weariness coursed through him as he fumbled with his buttoned-up shirt. The movement of his tattoos swirled at his forearms and chest as he internally sighed. With another scowl, Aleksandr resisted the urge to punch the mirror, swiftly turning his gaze.

Making his way towards the open window, Aleksandr peeked outside, looking for any signs that she could have arrived without him hearing. After a few moments of silence, Aleksandr heard a small noise - a flutter - almost, from the doorway and before he could stop himself, he quickly ran, stumbling over the couch, practically stubbing his toe.

Opening the door widely, Aleksandr’s brows lifted as his mouth slowly curled into a small grin as he grinned, greeting his closest friend, “Late as per usual?” He said out-loud matter-of-fairly.

However, after a quick second, awareness seeped in and disappointment ran across his face.

Standing before him was nothing but a cool breeze and . . . .

emptiness

Turning his head, Aleksandr’s eyes narrowed, glaring at the small chimes he heard. Bells. He should’ve known. Embarrassment crept upon his silhouette as he growled, quickly closing the door as he exasperatedly slumped on the couch, leaning forward, hand buried in his face.

He didn’t want to socialise nor go to this ball, however, with a lot of persuasion and reason, here he was, dressed up and feeling quite stuffy. Aleksandr looked and felt absolutely terrible, his only saving grace was the fact that it wasn’t a full moon. Sighing, Aleksandr sat straight up, staring at the pile of letters he sent back and forth to Nadya. They had plans to attend this . . . occasion together.

Was she alright? Was she coming? No matter how much Aleksandr racked his brain, he knew Nadya wouldn’t deliberately leave him behind. But, his mind and heart never connected. She stood him up. He trusted her.

Nevertheless, Aleksandr’s thought went elsewhere, wanting to shake off his doubt. But, his mind could only return to the memories of Yaya talking about her family. They had to sneak around most of the time due to her family’s judgment and opposition. But, what was a family? He surely wasn’t one.

His eyes lowered as he stared at his calloused hands. Aleksandr could practically hear his little sister’s laughter, radiant smile, and his step-brother’s persistence. He and Leo argued like cats and dogs, but deep down, Aleks had fun. His step-brother wasn’t afraid to argue with him even when others had. He had to give credit where it was due, Leo would have been a great brother . . . but he can’t get close. It shouldn’t happen again. They were happy without him even if Rosie said otherwise.

Before he knew it, doom approached: the appointed time. He had half a mind to not show up, but the thought of him wasting an opportunity to find some tangible cure was too good to lose. Fuck emotions. He should have known.

His face formed a small scowl as he tapped his foot against the pavements, leaning against the wall. Impatience seeped in before the voice of Professor McGonagall echoed. His attention was on the older woman for a moment before the crowd began to move. Sighing, Aleksandr kept to himself, attempting to not step on anyone, however, as he moved his way through the crowd, he paused in his steps.

An aroma filled his nostrils, one he’s smelled many times prior, but it wasn’t as overpowering as one could expect, especially with the hint of sweetness to it. He was reminded of her smile with her red mittens, taking out the apple pie and letting him take the first bite of the crust Mamochka. ( Mother ). Shaking his head, he sighed, only to scrunch his nose, honey and blueberry. Yaya.

Lifting his head, Aleks quickly scanned his surroundings, trying to find the direct location of the scent as he practically tilted his nose in the air to get a clearer scent. Making his way through the crowd, not bothering if his gruff stature and long legs ended up stepping on dresses or other people. With a slight push, Aleks weaved his way, not bothering to apologise as he pushed through, squeezing and bulldozing through the crowd.

With one sharp turn, Aleks ended up hitting a male who was with another female, practically nearly knocking both him and the male as he lost his balance. But, thankfully, Aleks didn't tumblr over before making his way once more. He was a man with a mission and he could sense her. Yaya was close.

Not bothering to apologise to male or see if he was alright, Aleks was focused on her. Aleks felt the heat rising against his chest. With another step, Aleks hadn’t realised another person was passing through. His line of vision practically hovered more than a foot over the woman, it was only when he tripped over her and heard a “hiss” did he turn around and realised he nearly knocked the petite female over. With a grunt, he mouthed a "sorry" despite a second of curiosity crossed his features to see a snake on the woman but didn’t turn back to socialise.

Within an instant, he was finally there. A giant amongst the masses.

“Nadya,” A low rumble escaped from his voice as he spoke, approaching her, “Где ты был?” His brows furrowed in indication of his curious inquiry though his hardened stare could send chills down someone’s spine if no one knew him well enough. ( Where were you ). However, feeling another presence, Aleks glanced over for a moment, narrowing his eyes. Who is she? But, Aleks couldn't mutter a "hello" or a word to the unknown female, as he felt his chest rise up and down with slight irritation.

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[erzulie]

Babettè Duprè​

Babette was beginning to think that maybe she should have left Apephis home. Because no one seemed to want to approach her with a giant snake wrapped around her neck and draped over her shoulders like some fancy necklace. Though she couldn’t stand to be apart from him for too long, it was a side effect of their bond. The young woman was suddenly pulled from her thoughts when something solid crashed into her. With a rather undignified yelp she tumbled to the ground. She managed to catch herself though. As she stood Babette could feel her cheeks warm up due to embarrassment. She dusted herself off. Babette was so busy trying to right herself that she’d failed to hear the mumbled sorry sent her way.

“That was rude, wasn’t Apephis?” Said serpent lifted his head to make eye contact with his mistress. There was a piece of cloth hanging from his mouth. As soon as the person had collided with Babette Apephis had struck. Sadly he only managed to rip a large piece from the suit her wore off. Babette smiled as she rubbed a finger under his chin. “Good boy Apep, I’ll give you a nice juicy rat as a reward.” She said as she watched the large retreating form.

Where: Hogwart’s Great Hall
With: n/a
Mentions: deer Aleksandr
Tags: n/a
Outfit: dress + hair
House: Alastor

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