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Cello.
We are going to trust the giant flying sharks?
Hufflepuff
Nivara Marcello
coded by natasha.
Talathel
Wildlife Conservationist in the Making
coded by natasha.
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ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴍᴇs, ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ˊˎ-
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a drink
Dianthus
As he removed his damp coat and adjusted the long sleeves of his shirt, Dianthus debated whether to lie so as to keep a good impression. While he wouldn't consider himself someone that vied for popularity, he was adverse to the idea of people seeing him in a negative light.
"No, that would be rude of me to hog all the space," he politely answered, gingerly folding his coat atop his lap. "Besides, the more the merrier."
But if people chose to skip this cabin due to the lack of visible free seats Dianthus wasn't going to be overwrought with guilt. Honestly, if someone was determined enough to sit here with them, he would move his things without kicking up a fuss. He just hoped it wouldn't come to that. The more space he had to claim as his own the better the trip would be in his opinion.
Finally, his eyes wandered back to the other occupant in the cabin. Pale blonde hair trimmed short and framing a sharp face. He also appeared to be watching him with curiosity. The smile plastered on Dianthus face shriveled.
"..You seem familiar." Which was an understatement. He would definitely remember someone from that family. Even without his own parent's insistence on getting him to learn about the other purebloods that his parents associated with, he would still have ended up remembering the people that belonged to a family that had tricked him. the grudge he continued to hold for years still remained.
"You're from the Heroux family aren't you?" for a moment, he grimaced as if he stepped on something foul before reigning in his expression and exhibiting a feeble smile. Although Dianthus considered it beneath himself to heave all the blame onto someone that hadn't been involved, it didn't make it easier for him to play nice.
He began to contemplate if It was too late to stand up and seek out another place without looking foolish. But doing so would mean sacrificing a possibility of riding a peaceful cabin; the chance of finding an unoccupied one had all but dwindled.
Letho
As he removed his damp coat and adjusted the long sleeves of his shirt, Dianthus debated whether to lie so as to keep a good impression. While he wouldn't consider himself someone that vied for popularity, he was adverse to the idea of people seeing him in a negative light.
"No, that would be rude of me to hog all the space," he politely answered, gingerly folding his coat atop his lap. "Besides, the more the merrier."
But if people chose to skip this cabin due to the lack of visible free seats Dianthus wasn't going to be overwrought with guilt. Honestly, if someone was determined enough to sit here with them, he would move his things without kicking up a fuss. He just hoped it wouldn't come to that. The more space he had to claim as his own the better the trip would be in his opinion.
Finally, his eyes wandered back to the other occupant in the cabin. Pale blonde hair trimmed short and framing a sharp face. He also appeared to be watching him with curiosity. The smile plastered on Dianthus face shriveled.
"..You seem familiar." Which was an understatement. He would definitely remember someone from that family. Even without his own parent's insistence on getting him to learn about the other purebloods that his parents associated with, he would still have ended up remembering the people that belonged to a family that had tricked him. the grudge he continued to hold for years still remained.
"You're from the Heroux family aren't you?" for a moment, he grimaced as if he stepped on something foul before reigning in his expression and exhibiting a feeble smile. Although Dianthus considered it beneath himself to heave all the blame onto someone that hadn't been involved, it didn't make it easier for him to play nice.
He began to contemplate if It was too late to stand up and seek out another place without looking foolish. But doing so would mean sacrificing a possibility of riding a peaceful cabin; the chance of finding an unoccupied one had all but dwindled.
Letho
Letho
Junior Member
Artemis simply tilted his head to the side in response, at the same time raising his eyebrows and - for a second or two - closing his eyes... In an expression that was just as vague of a reaction as he had intended for it to be. It soon disappeared, melting right back into a more default look on his face, as - for a moment longer - he kept watching his new companion prepare for the long journey through half-lidded eyes.
Perfect politeness was not something he had ever been overly concerned with, though he understood when it was necessary and why. Personally, he didn't think being *comfortable* would have been rude, exactly - but he supposed that was for each person to decide for themselves. He did, however, agree with the latter statement; more people definitely meant more... Entertainment.
Still, he didn't comment on the other wizard's words out loud, sticking just to his body language and expression instead. Relaxed, he leant to the side, placing his elbow and forearm on the armrest beneath the window... And fighting the urge to take it all one step further, for example by turning to put his back against that wall instead - and slip his feet onto the seat. They were certainly wide enough for that, at least.
Then again, he did recognise the feeling as simply wishing to go against polite expectations... Right then, at least. Later, he might actually do it - just to change his position.
To be honest, one part of him didn't expect the other wizard to start a conversation - which was funny, since the guy had just said that he was interested in having more company join them in the compartment, which obviously had to include at least some talking. Artemis was mildly surprised, then, when a short moment later the boy did speak, causing him to once again turn his head to glance at his companion...
Well, wasn't that an interesting look on his face.
This time it was only a single eyebrow that went up, turning Artemis' more neutral so far expression into a questioning one. Things were actually starting to get entertaining - and he couldn't help but wonder what exactly the other wizard had to be thinking about right then.
Was he jealous of something? That was one option, though the blond didn't truly think that was the case. From what he knew of the other's family, they also had status and gold, so there really wasn't much to be jealous of at first glance. Then... Perhaps he had received a reading he didn't like at some point? That was more likely, especially since Artemis' aunt, for example, had always believed that she should tell people the truth - and not what they wanted to hear... Which had made for a great spectacle once, Artemis remembered, when she had tried to have a conversation with his distant cousin about her then-fiance...
Or... Was the guy simply against divination as a whole? So many wizards still didn't believe in modern seers for some reason, despite visions and prophecies coming true left and right. Then again, Artemis supposed he could understand why; many would have preferred to remove any elements of fate from their lives, after all.
"Artemis Heroux, yes," he confirmed in the middle of his analysing... Or, well, probably overanalysing. He really couldn't help it, especially since his companion's expression had already changed into a weak attempt at a smile. Ah, yes; appearances were important... Though Artemis' own subtle, slightly amused smile was not there just for the sake of those. "And you are Dianthus Arcelium, correct? Which is, coincidentally, also my favourite flower... Well - Dianthus caryophyllus is, at least."
He wasn't even teasing right then; no, in fact, he added that last part mostly as an afterthought, the tone of his voice growing slightly absent-minded as he did so. He couldn't judge either way - and he rarely did in general.
"Is that a theme? For the names in your family." He was almost certain he had heard of at least one or two more Arceliums with names like that - which wasn't unusual among pure-bloods at all. They certainly liked their traditions... And Artemis' own family was no different in that way, of course. He had been told that his mother and her sister had almost had a fight over Apollo at one point, and that grandmother had been forced to settle it in the end... It was rather ironic how that had turned out, really.
bubbletea
Perfect politeness was not something he had ever been overly concerned with, though he understood when it was necessary and why. Personally, he didn't think being *comfortable* would have been rude, exactly - but he supposed that was for each person to decide for themselves. He did, however, agree with the latter statement; more people definitely meant more... Entertainment.
Still, he didn't comment on the other wizard's words out loud, sticking just to his body language and expression instead. Relaxed, he leant to the side, placing his elbow and forearm on the armrest beneath the window... And fighting the urge to take it all one step further, for example by turning to put his back against that wall instead - and slip his feet onto the seat. They were certainly wide enough for that, at least.
Then again, he did recognise the feeling as simply wishing to go against polite expectations... Right then, at least. Later, he might actually do it - just to change his position.
To be honest, one part of him didn't expect the other wizard to start a conversation - which was funny, since the guy had just said that he was interested in having more company join them in the compartment, which obviously had to include at least some talking. Artemis was mildly surprised, then, when a short moment later the boy did speak, causing him to once again turn his head to glance at his companion...
Well, wasn't that an interesting look on his face.
This time it was only a single eyebrow that went up, turning Artemis' more neutral so far expression into a questioning one. Things were actually starting to get entertaining - and he couldn't help but wonder what exactly the other wizard had to be thinking about right then.
Was he jealous of something? That was one option, though the blond didn't truly think that was the case. From what he knew of the other's family, they also had status and gold, so there really wasn't much to be jealous of at first glance. Then... Perhaps he had received a reading he didn't like at some point? That was more likely, especially since Artemis' aunt, for example, had always believed that she should tell people the truth - and not what they wanted to hear... Which had made for a great spectacle once, Artemis remembered, when she had tried to have a conversation with his distant cousin about her then-fiance...
Or... Was the guy simply against divination as a whole? So many wizards still didn't believe in modern seers for some reason, despite visions and prophecies coming true left and right. Then again, Artemis supposed he could understand why; many would have preferred to remove any elements of fate from their lives, after all.
"Artemis Heroux, yes," he confirmed in the middle of his analysing... Or, well, probably overanalysing. He really couldn't help it, especially since his companion's expression had already changed into a weak attempt at a smile. Ah, yes; appearances were important... Though Artemis' own subtle, slightly amused smile was not there just for the sake of those. "And you are Dianthus Arcelium, correct? Which is, coincidentally, also my favourite flower... Well - Dianthus caryophyllus is, at least."
He wasn't even teasing right then; no, in fact, he added that last part mostly as an afterthought, the tone of his voice growing slightly absent-minded as he did so. He couldn't judge either way - and he rarely did in general.
"Is that a theme? For the names in your family." He was almost certain he had heard of at least one or two more Arceliums with names like that - which wasn't unusual among pure-bloods at all. They certainly liked their traditions... And Artemis' own family was no different in that way, of course. He had been told that his mother and her sister had almost had a fight over Apollo at one point, and that grandmother had been forced to settle it in the end... It was rather ironic how that had turned out, really.
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Lord_Boreas
The Northwind
Cello.
We are going to trust the giant flying sharks?
♡coded by uxie♡
Junko Natsumizaka
Just a demonic overlord studying Earth firsthand.
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Talathel
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Richard patrolled the halls for approximately an hour and a half, tugging on pant legs and jumping on trunks as students walked by. In a moment of frustration, he even hopped on a student's hair, giving the strands a gentle tug with Ratatouille in mind. When the halls quieted down, he settled down on a window ledge on an empty compartment, watching the scenery pass through the compartment's window as he fell into a light nap. A few minutes later, he shook himself awake, deciding to do one last sweep of the halls. To his surprise, he caught a lady peering into Nova's compartment, half turned away as if she was debating whether or not to ender. He squeaked to grab her attention before she moved past, scurrying over by jumping between doors. He tried to pay the viper little mind, pushing the thought of being swallowed whole away as he met her eyes. He released a single, prolonged squeak, just loud enough to hear.
Inside, Harry stirred, scrambling over to the window to tap against the glass in excitement. He squeaked louder, trying to invite her in.
Nova slept through all the noise, absorbed in the dreamland land of gingerbread.
Talathel
)Richard patrolled the halls for approximately an hour and a half, tugging on pant legs and jumping on trunks as students walked by. In a moment of frustration, he even hopped on a student's hair, giving the strands a gentle tug with Ratatouille in mind. When the halls quieted down, he settled down on a window ledge on an empty compartment, watching the scenery pass through the compartment's window as he fell into a light nap. A few minutes later, he shook himself awake, deciding to do one last sweep of the halls. To his surprise, he caught a lady peering into Nova's compartment, half turned away as if she was debating whether or not to ender. He squeaked to grab her attention before she moved past, scurrying over by jumping between doors. He tried to pay the viper little mind, pushing the thought of being swallowed whole away as he met her eyes. He released a single, prolonged squeak, just loud enough to hear.
Inside, Harry stirred, scrambling over to the window to tap against the glass in excitement. He squeaked louder, trying to invite her in.
Nova slept through all the noise, absorbed in the dreamland land of gingerbread.
Cello.
We are going to trust the giant flying sharks?
♡coded by uxie♡
Talathel
Wildlife Conservationist in the Making
coded by natasha.
Junko Natsumizaka
Just a demonic overlord studying Earth firsthand.
Pending post!!! Working on it in Google Docs, we'll have it done soon, but just in case we're not done before the timeskip, we'll edit it in later!
Letho
Junior Member
The rest of the journey had been... Well, relatively silent, mostly. It hadn't taken Artemis long to figure out that his companion was not all that interested in conversing, but at the same time polite enough to still respond, and while subtly tormenting him in that way had been mildly amusing for a moment, the blond wasn't cruel... And so he had left the other wizard alone relatively fast - excluding an occasional short remark about something or someone interesting behind the window or out in the corridor.
Other than that, it had really been the usual: hours of reading, some sketching, a bit of petting the cat... A short break when the food trolley had arrived, because that was always a great opportunity to gather a small hoard for the future. Not that Artemis ate a lot of sweets in general; he was very picky about that, and rarely in the mood... But emergency supplies were an important thing to own, even if the castle's house elves could technically be asked for nearly anything at any moment.
And then the time had come to change into the school robes - and prepare to finally leave the train.
As far as Artemis could tell, the weather hadn't really changed much during the journey despite the distance they had travelled - or if it had, then definitely not for the better. At least this time he didn't need to keep up the appearances for any Muggles and could simply form a magical cover with his wand instead of using a physical umbrella... Which was definitely more comfortable.
To be fair, it wasn't like he had to stay out in the rain for long, either; he managed to find himself a spot in one of the carriages fast enough, and soon he was on his way to the castle, mostly dry and very glad that he wasn't one of the first years about to experience the traditional trip in the boats over the lake.
Then again, the water did look rather lovely reflecting the lights like that - with the heavy drops of rain disturbing its surface.
Something to recreate later, perhaps.
With his main luggage already taken to the Ravenclaw Tower, Artemis only had his bag and cat with him as he finally entered the Great Hall. The ceiling, of course, resembled the situation outside - but it was much easier and more pleasant to admire it when one didn't need to worry about getting completely soaked, and so the blond spent a couple of seconds with his head tilted back, simply enjoying the view. Dark? Yes. Possibly depressing? Maybe. But also definitely very atmospheric.
But, of course, he didn't want to block the way for everyone else - and so relatively quickly he found his way to his table, taking a seat near one of its ends and allowing Nyx to curl up in his lap for the time being like a giant, fluffy pillow. Maybe she was a bit heavy, but also really warm.
All the tables slowly filled with students as more and more people arrived - and soon the Sorting Ceremony could begin. To be honest, Artemis wasn't personally too interested in it; he didn't know any of the first years, and so for him it was just a matter of seeing the new people joining his house that year. The split was usually relatively even, at least from what he had seen so far... But he still clapped a bit for the kids, most of them visibly nervous, excited, or both.
And once the last first year had been sorted, many sets of eyes all around the room turned towards the headmistress, Artemis' own pair included. It was, after all, another little tradition for a speech to happen at that point... And then the actual feast could begin.
With polite interest and a slightly tilted head, the blond listened to the standard welcoming message... And the less typical announcement that came afterwards. A sleepover? Well, that was... An idea, for sure. He supposed that integration was an important part of the school experience, even if it stood in direct contrast to the existence of houses and the rivalry between them...
He just really couldn't imagine it being very comfortable - or relaxing.
With a sigh, he allowed his gaze to wander, eventually ending up on Nyx - even before the headmistress was done talking. He could deal with this. Who knew, with everyone gathered in one place, maybe he would even overhear something new and interesting? And, worst case scenario, he was really good at tuning out the world and focusing on his own thing - so he should be able to entertain himself.
The feast went fast after that, ending before Artemis knew it. As always, the food was delicious, and varied enough that even he could find something he enjoyed - and a couple of things Nyx could safely eat, too... But the blond was distracted the whole time, still not really looking forward to what was coming - and trying to plan for it.
He didn't need much from the Ravenclaw Tower; he mostly went there with everyone else heading that way to leave Nyx on his bed. While he would have preferred to keep her with him as another source of distraction, he knew that she deserved to get some rest after the long journey... And he didn't only think of himself all the time.
Everything else - he could just conjure.
By the time he arrived back, the Great Hall had been cleared out of tables, leaving a lot of empty space in their stead. While some people were already claiming their spots, it was still relatively easy for him to find a nice one by the wall - not too far away from the fireplace... And there he set to work.
He wasn't planning on going too grand; he doubted that was the point and he could wait one more night for a bed... But he still wanted to be comfortable, and he had high standards for that. A thick, soft mattress came first - while a black silky sheet, pillow, and duvet followed, all of them neatly placed in the right ways and spots on top of Artemis' first creation. He was confident that they would easily survive until morning - and he could just remove them then.
All right; he could live with this.
He was not at all interested in wearing his usual sleep clothes around so many people, and so - for the time being - the robes it was. He would probably take them off later to stay in the attire he had underneath them, perhaps even transfigurate the latter into something more comfortable... But right there and then, he simply set his bag on the mattress and sat down on it himself, resting his back against the wall and keeping his legs straight, one crossed over the other at the ankles.
As he listened and - out of the corner of his eye - watched more people settle down in the Hall, many of them already in groups bigger and smaller, he took out his sketchbook. Working with just a pencil right then was easier than doing colours... But still a pleasant way to pass the time. Turning to a new page, the blond slowly began to place the first lines, not fully committed to any particular idea yet - and not completely focused, either. He wanted to see if anything interesting happened first.
Other than that, it had really been the usual: hours of reading, some sketching, a bit of petting the cat... A short break when the food trolley had arrived, because that was always a great opportunity to gather a small hoard for the future. Not that Artemis ate a lot of sweets in general; he was very picky about that, and rarely in the mood... But emergency supplies were an important thing to own, even if the castle's house elves could technically be asked for nearly anything at any moment.
And then the time had come to change into the school robes - and prepare to finally leave the train.
As far as Artemis could tell, the weather hadn't really changed much during the journey despite the distance they had travelled - or if it had, then definitely not for the better. At least this time he didn't need to keep up the appearances for any Muggles and could simply form a magical cover with his wand instead of using a physical umbrella... Which was definitely more comfortable.
To be fair, it wasn't like he had to stay out in the rain for long, either; he managed to find himself a spot in one of the carriages fast enough, and soon he was on his way to the castle, mostly dry and very glad that he wasn't one of the first years about to experience the traditional trip in the boats over the lake.
Then again, the water did look rather lovely reflecting the lights like that - with the heavy drops of rain disturbing its surface.
Something to recreate later, perhaps.
With his main luggage already taken to the Ravenclaw Tower, Artemis only had his bag and cat with him as he finally entered the Great Hall. The ceiling, of course, resembled the situation outside - but it was much easier and more pleasant to admire it when one didn't need to worry about getting completely soaked, and so the blond spent a couple of seconds with his head tilted back, simply enjoying the view. Dark? Yes. Possibly depressing? Maybe. But also definitely very atmospheric.
But, of course, he didn't want to block the way for everyone else - and so relatively quickly he found his way to his table, taking a seat near one of its ends and allowing Nyx to curl up in his lap for the time being like a giant, fluffy pillow. Maybe she was a bit heavy, but also really warm.
All the tables slowly filled with students as more and more people arrived - and soon the Sorting Ceremony could begin. To be honest, Artemis wasn't personally too interested in it; he didn't know any of the first years, and so for him it was just a matter of seeing the new people joining his house that year. The split was usually relatively even, at least from what he had seen so far... But he still clapped a bit for the kids, most of them visibly nervous, excited, or both.
And once the last first year had been sorted, many sets of eyes all around the room turned towards the headmistress, Artemis' own pair included. It was, after all, another little tradition for a speech to happen at that point... And then the actual feast could begin.
With polite interest and a slightly tilted head, the blond listened to the standard welcoming message... And the less typical announcement that came afterwards. A sleepover? Well, that was... An idea, for sure. He supposed that integration was an important part of the school experience, even if it stood in direct contrast to the existence of houses and the rivalry between them...
He just really couldn't imagine it being very comfortable - or relaxing.
With a sigh, he allowed his gaze to wander, eventually ending up on Nyx - even before the headmistress was done talking. He could deal with this. Who knew, with everyone gathered in one place, maybe he would even overhear something new and interesting? And, worst case scenario, he was really good at tuning out the world and focusing on his own thing - so he should be able to entertain himself.
The feast went fast after that, ending before Artemis knew it. As always, the food was delicious, and varied enough that even he could find something he enjoyed - and a couple of things Nyx could safely eat, too... But the blond was distracted the whole time, still not really looking forward to what was coming - and trying to plan for it.
He didn't need much from the Ravenclaw Tower; he mostly went there with everyone else heading that way to leave Nyx on his bed. While he would have preferred to keep her with him as another source of distraction, he knew that she deserved to get some rest after the long journey... And he didn't only think of himself all the time.
Everything else - he could just conjure.
By the time he arrived back, the Great Hall had been cleared out of tables, leaving a lot of empty space in their stead. While some people were already claiming their spots, it was still relatively easy for him to find a nice one by the wall - not too far away from the fireplace... And there he set to work.
He wasn't planning on going too grand; he doubted that was the point and he could wait one more night for a bed... But he still wanted to be comfortable, and he had high standards for that. A thick, soft mattress came first - while a black silky sheet, pillow, and duvet followed, all of them neatly placed in the right ways and spots on top of Artemis' first creation. He was confident that they would easily survive until morning - and he could just remove them then.
All right; he could live with this.
He was not at all interested in wearing his usual sleep clothes around so many people, and so - for the time being - the robes it was. He would probably take them off later to stay in the attire he had underneath them, perhaps even transfigurate the latter into something more comfortable... But right there and then, he simply set his bag on the mattress and sat down on it himself, resting his back against the wall and keeping his legs straight, one crossed over the other at the ankles.
As he listened and - out of the corner of his eye - watched more people settle down in the Hall, many of them already in groups bigger and smaller, he took out his sketchbook. Working with just a pencil right then was easier than doing colours... But still a pleasant way to pass the time. Turning to a new page, the blond slowly began to place the first lines, not fully committed to any particular idea yet - and not completely focused, either. He wanted to see if anything interesting happened first.
