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The Three Broomsticks Inn was warm in more ways than one, at the same time offering some respite from the biting cold and the snow outside - and painting both its patrons and furniture in a soft glow of the many candles... Contrasting with the harsher light coming in through the frost-covered windows. With the sounds of various conversations and clinking glasses providing background noise, it was a comfortable enough spot even while crowded...
And, oh, it was crowded - because how could it not be on the day the students of Hogwarts were officially allowed to visit Hogsmeade? At least half of the pub seemed to be taken by teenagers in groups bigger and smaller, unsurprisingly so - and among them was Artemis.
He sat alone for the time being by one of the smaller tables, though he had a feeling that his solitude would not last much longer... And he knew himself well enough to trust that little voice in his head that often randomly predicted what was about to happen.
The wind outside had tousled his hair a bit - and he had left it that way, having decided that it looked properly artistic, and not just commonly untidy... Though he was also aware that it was probably because of, well, him being himself, and not any particular talent on the weather's part. His long, black cloak with a furred collar and wide hood rested draped over the back of his chair, not needed in the warmth of the pub - exposing equally as black, form-fitting clothing, effortlessly elegant in its relative simplicity... Betrayed, however, by details, from delicate silver chains here - to a crescent moon pendant there, the pale metal almost lace-like with its complicated design.
Artemis had taken off his gloves as well, both to enjoy the heat of the glass of chocolate standing on the table before him whenever he drank from it - and for a better range of movement for his long fingers... As he switched between working on a couple of drawings in his sketchbook, not yet fully committed to creating anything new.
Just on the two open pages, there was - for example - a picture of a mostly finished little bird, jumping around a bit on its branch and tilting its head this way and that, the red on its chest being its only colour outside of black lines. Fanciful flowers bloomed next to it, spreading to the bottom of that sheet of paper - and connecting with a portrait of a woman there, this one completely black-and-white, done with dots, and yet fully realistic... In style, as the flowers and the flow of her long hair made her look more fey than anything else, emphasising her sharp features. The next page was mostly taken by a sketch of a cockatrice so far, this one clearly missing some parts still... And not moving.
Which was an unusual trait for a drawing in that sketchbook.
The explanation for it was simple, however - Artemis was not trying to capture the actual creature there, but only its likeness, as depicted in cold stone. Or, well, he assumed it to be cold, at least, since he hadn't actually touched it, only seen it... But that was beside the point. What mattered was that he had recently dreamt about it - and that was enough for him to save it in his sketchbook now... As he already had in his notes.
There was a chance that it meant nothing, of course; even he sometimes had completely normal, non-prophetic dreams... Probably, since he technically couldn't be entirely certain they were not coming true somewhere in some way, shape, or form. Still, there was that chance - but if the image did have a purpose... Then he definitely needed to watch out - and remember about it. Perhaps even check it out later... If his assumptions and memories were correct.
That, and he had honestly felt inspired to draw it earlier that day. The beloved sensation, the familiar and half-painful tugging of creativity, and wonder, and joy - both in his mind and in his chest - had already passed, however... And left him simply annoyed instead as he stalled, adding details to various sketches as he waited for the muse to bless him with something again.
And, oh, it was crowded - because how could it not be on the day the students of Hogwarts were officially allowed to visit Hogsmeade? At least half of the pub seemed to be taken by teenagers in groups bigger and smaller, unsurprisingly so - and among them was Artemis.
He sat alone for the time being by one of the smaller tables, though he had a feeling that his solitude would not last much longer... And he knew himself well enough to trust that little voice in his head that often randomly predicted what was about to happen.
The wind outside had tousled his hair a bit - and he had left it that way, having decided that it looked properly artistic, and not just commonly untidy... Though he was also aware that it was probably because of, well, him being himself, and not any particular talent on the weather's part. His long, black cloak with a furred collar and wide hood rested draped over the back of his chair, not needed in the warmth of the pub - exposing equally as black, form-fitting clothing, effortlessly elegant in its relative simplicity... Betrayed, however, by details, from delicate silver chains here - to a crescent moon pendant there, the pale metal almost lace-like with its complicated design.
Artemis had taken off his gloves as well, both to enjoy the heat of the glass of chocolate standing on the table before him whenever he drank from it - and for a better range of movement for his long fingers... As he switched between working on a couple of drawings in his sketchbook, not yet fully committed to creating anything new.
Just on the two open pages, there was - for example - a picture of a mostly finished little bird, jumping around a bit on its branch and tilting its head this way and that, the red on its chest being its only colour outside of black lines. Fanciful flowers bloomed next to it, spreading to the bottom of that sheet of paper - and connecting with a portrait of a woman there, this one completely black-and-white, done with dots, and yet fully realistic... In style, as the flowers and the flow of her long hair made her look more fey than anything else, emphasising her sharp features. The next page was mostly taken by a sketch of a cockatrice so far, this one clearly missing some parts still... And not moving.
Which was an unusual trait for a drawing in that sketchbook.
The explanation for it was simple, however - Artemis was not trying to capture the actual creature there, but only its likeness, as depicted in cold stone. Or, well, he assumed it to be cold, at least, since he hadn't actually touched it, only seen it... But that was beside the point. What mattered was that he had recently dreamt about it - and that was enough for him to save it in his sketchbook now... As he already had in his notes.
There was a chance that it meant nothing, of course; even he sometimes had completely normal, non-prophetic dreams... Probably, since he technically couldn't be entirely certain they were not coming true somewhere in some way, shape, or form. Still, there was that chance - but if the image did have a purpose... Then he definitely needed to watch out - and remember about it. Perhaps even check it out later... If his assumptions and memories were correct.
That, and he had honestly felt inspired to draw it earlier that day. The beloved sensation, the familiar and half-painful tugging of creativity, and wonder, and joy - both in his mind and in his chest - had already passed, however... And left him simply annoyed instead as he stalled, adding details to various sketches as he waited for the muse to bless him with something again.
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Hazel had been waiting for what felt like forever for the annual trip to Hogsmeade, and it seemed that she wasn't the only one who was happy that there was a break from classes. When it was announced that people could start heading to the town that many students loved, she slipped on her shoes and started heading towards the town.Interactions: N/A at the moment
Hazel was just about to walk out of the castle doors when she stopped dead in her tracks, turned around, went back to the Slytherin commons, into the girls's chambers and to her nightstand, where she opened the drawer and pulled out a necklace that she got for her 16th birthday. It wasn't anything flashy. It looked like a north star with a small sapphire stone in the middle. She quickly put the necklace on and started to make her way back out of Hogwarts.
It didn't take long for Hazel to make it into Hogsmeade, she practically ran the entire way. The only reason why she didn't was because she ended up hitting an icy patch that was covered by snow, and almost face-planted, but luckily she managed to regain her balance and play it off like nothing happened. She glanced around the small shops before settling on going to Broomsticks, which was one of her favorite places besides Honeydukes.
She walked into the small, but very crowded Inn. She knew that it would only get more crowded as time went on, so she sat at a table in the corner and pulled out a small notebook, aka her journal. Hazel never let anyone read her journal, she had a lot of personal things written down on the pages, some of the things she found rather embarrassing. She would rather die than have anyone read what she wrote down on the pages. But as of right now she was on a blank page getting ready to write down who she needed to get gifts for.
She wrote down 2 names... thats it 2 names. And one of them was her cats. Raven. Raven was more than a cat to Hazel though. The two of them had been inseparable since Hazel brought Raven home, so of course Hazel was getting her cat something. The other name... well that name belonged to a guy. This guy in particular had been friends with Hazel since last year... and without her realizing it, Hazel had developed a crush on him. Who is this guy you ask? This guy is no other than Fenrir Black.
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Pierre Guerrer
Pierre sighed as he sat back on his seat, enjoying the warmth of the Three Broomsticks as he shipped a butterbeer and read through the letter just brought to him by Madam Frau-Frau. He had come along way in the last two years, once it was unthinkable for him to enjoy the simple pleasures of the Three Broomstics. He used to consider such places as the refugee of scoundrels, poor and mudbloods, not for someone of his pedigree. How foolish, there was nothing like the warmth of this place, not just from the warming fire but also the liveliness of the clientele and homily design of the place. He was here alone apart from Frau Frau, but still he did not feel alone here. It was something he now did not want to live without.
He wished the letters were as comforting. With the coming of the holiday season, there was a critical choice to be made. Both his mother's and his sister Anna had invited him over to their place. Well his mother assumed, among her complaints about the English Ministry of Magic and English mentality in general. She was keen on returning to the family Castle outside of Paris. The issue was that his sister Anna did not exist in the eyes of their parents, she was the first to rebel against the family name, giving up on magic and eloping with a muggle. He had only recently reconnected with her thanks to his change and wanted to pursue it further. However, to acknowledge, let alone chose her over the family home, would mean serious retribution for his mother. He wanted to be free from his mother's control but also knew that he could not change things in his family from without.
He frowned as he tried to decide what to do when he felt a nip on his ear. Madam Frau-Frau had nipped his ear, either still waiting for her tribute for bringing the letters or trying to distract her. One could never know what going through the mind of the imperious owl. "Ouch, I ordered the bacon, it is going to come when it comes." He said in his native French but Frou- Frou turned her head and gave the impression of being hurt that this is what he thought, that was the purpose of his nip.
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Erik had just finished the last set in his training regimen, sweat dropping from his brow, before blowing out a satisfied sigh. He always enjoyed a good workout and thanked his grandfather profusely within his mind for the habit of keeping his body in shape. Erik was just shifting through the various things he had brought to his little classroom, when he looked outside, and finally realized what time it was! His project would have to wait! Hogsmeade (and a good butterbeer) were calling his name!
So he haphazardly threw the remaining things left into his bag, sprinted from the room, and down to the dungeon for his room. As he was racing through the halls he would smile at the suits of armor along the walls that seemed to be having conversations, arguments, and even the occasional fights with each other! The castle felt so alive to him, he wondered what kind of runes were undoubtedly carved within the castles very walls, cleverly hidden from the publics eyes by either spells or even more complex runic arrays! As he was pondering he almost bumped into someone, but due to his great reflexes as well as fit body, he was able to narrowly avoid them last second! He spun around them, hearing their yelps of surprise, and he casted a quick glance towards their person to make sure that he didn't knock them- or anything they were carrying, over.
"Sorry about that! In a bit of hurry! Just shout your name and I'll make it up to you later!" He yelled over his shoulder. As the person yelled back at him, he gave them acknowledgment by waving his hand in the air, then continued on his way but more focused this time in order to avoid another incident.
A little while later and he was out of the castle in his comfy jacket, long sleeved shirt, pants, boots, his hair tied up in a messy ponytail, and a few days worth of stubble upon his face. A few strands of his hair that he missed were falling over and framing his face. He took a deep breath in, letting the crisp winter air, fill his lungs. Then he set off on his way to the cozy little village. Along the way he was saying his usual greetings to all those he could see, always asking how they were doing as they passed by, or asking if they were getting along within their classes okay.
Erik took in the beautiful, snow covered, land on his way their and enjoyed the sounds of joyful laughter that were in abundance- due to some younger years having some impromptu snow ball fights. He made a promise to join in at some point in the day! With that he continued his quiet, but peaceful, trek towards Hogsmeade. He let out a gentle smile as he saw the buildings come into view and his excitement grew at the promise of having a good butterbeer within the warm confines of the Three Broomsticks!
So he haphazardly threw the remaining things left into his bag, sprinted from the room, and down to the dungeon for his room. As he was racing through the halls he would smile at the suits of armor along the walls that seemed to be having conversations, arguments, and even the occasional fights with each other! The castle felt so alive to him, he wondered what kind of runes were undoubtedly carved within the castles very walls, cleverly hidden from the publics eyes by either spells or even more complex runic arrays! As he was pondering he almost bumped into someone, but due to his great reflexes as well as fit body, he was able to narrowly avoid them last second! He spun around them, hearing their yelps of surprise, and he casted a quick glance towards their person to make sure that he didn't knock them- or anything they were carrying, over.
"Sorry about that! In a bit of hurry! Just shout your name and I'll make it up to you later!" He yelled over his shoulder. As the person yelled back at him, he gave them acknowledgment by waving his hand in the air, then continued on his way but more focused this time in order to avoid another incident.
A little while later and he was out of the castle in his comfy jacket, long sleeved shirt, pants, boots, his hair tied up in a messy ponytail, and a few days worth of stubble upon his face. A few strands of his hair that he missed were falling over and framing his face. He took a deep breath in, letting the crisp winter air, fill his lungs. Then he set off on his way to the cozy little village. Along the way he was saying his usual greetings to all those he could see, always asking how they were doing as they passed by, or asking if they were getting along within their classes okay.
Erik took in the beautiful, snow covered, land on his way their and enjoyed the sounds of joyful laughter that were in abundance- due to some younger years having some impromptu snow ball fights. He made a promise to join in at some point in the day! With that he continued his quiet, but peaceful, trek towards Hogsmeade. He let out a gentle smile as he saw the buildings come into view and his excitement grew at the promise of having a good butterbeer within the warm confines of the Three Broomsticks!
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Prudence Chase
So much for a restful outing at Hogmeade, Prue thought as she ran about the tea store serving teas and cakes. She had arrived early that morning and her mother wasted no efforts putting her to work for her. Cooking, preparing tables and boiling water, simple tasks but made harder by her height and strength. More than once, she put a little too much pressure on a china mug or teapot and have to drop everything to cast a mending charm on them. Able to repair them was helpful, but she couldn't help feel bad each time she broke something or being annoyed at herself of her lack of control.
"Oh don't be so hard on yourself. Remember how you were when you first started helping." Puddifoot had said in a jovial and encouraging manner the last time Prue broke something. The old moved to Prue side and tapped on the half giant's lower back, the closest the older women could reach. "At least now, you can clean up for yourself. Don't give it a second thought and moved on." She added, before giving Prue more instructions, including picking up deliveries from the back.
That was why Prue did not mind doing work for madam Puddifoot, she took her to put up with Prue's giant tendency and raised her like her own when she did not have to. She would always be grateful, and giving a bit of her field trip to help her out was a small price to pay. Not that she did not wish she could sneak off and meet some of her friends at The Three Broomsticks or get some sweet at Honeydukes. He had already made plans with Echo to rescue her from the work. As much as Puddifoot put her to work, she would never deny her a chance to be with her friends. She knew how much trouble Prue had making friends early in her life. Prue just hoped it was soon.
Pierre Guerrer
Pierre was startled when he heard someone speak to him, so involved in his letter and Madam Frou Frou to realize anyone approaching him. Not to mention, he was still not used to being approachable, for several years his elitist reputation made him difficult to approach unless they were within his immediate social circle or risk a tongue lashing or even a curse or jinx. "Oh, hey... Alessia." He replied as he turned to face Allesia and realized who she was. Even Madam Frou Frou gave a coo in greeting, though she seemed to eye her suspiciously.
Pierre had a feeling that he did not know Alessia as much as he would like. They were friendly true but not much beyond that and considering many of Alessia positive traits they should have been much closer. He recovered quickly from his surprise and smiled back at her. "Please, Madam Frou Frou, is a capable companion but conversations tend to be one-sided and one topics are limited." Frou-Frou screeched in protest then looked away in a huff until Allessia's meal was serves, and she turned to eye it with great interest.
"Oh now you have done it." Pierre said with a chuckle. "Now she wasn't to eat your food and is annoyed with me further for her food not arriving sooner."
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Angelique had dressed a bit more unusual than the rest of the Hogwarts students. She had dressed for more warmer weather despite it being chilly outside though her body temperature ran a bit higher then others. She kept her long red hair down today letting it fall in soft silky waves to the middle of her back not bothering to fix it more than that. Once she looked herself over seeing the dark circles under her eyes it wasn’t surprising as the full moon had recently happened which left her drained the following week. At least she hadn’t bitten anyone with now a days it was easier to create the potion that kept her docile even if she still needed to be locked in a special room when she transformed. It didn’t take very long to leave the castle joining in with many of the others students heading to the favorite weekends getaway location. However she wondered about where to go before heading into the Three Broomsticks seeing several students already clustered around enjoying a drink her warm brown gaze looking around before landing on Artemis who was currently at a table by himself. She headed over plopping down into the seat across from him before placing her elbows on the table and resting her head in the palms of her hands while looking at him. “Observing the people or the scenery for some art inspiration?”she asked him as she had a feeling it was one of those two things.
She awaited his answer and let her gaze leave him only to look around the place. Once the barkeeps eyes met hers she nodded knowing her usual would soon be on its way to the table. It was something she was looking forward to even if she missed the food from her native country. There were so many things she missed about France however it was rather fun at Hogwarts so it usually kept her mind from feeling any kind of homesick plus with others from France as well it certainly helped. A grin lit up her face as her drink was placed in front of her. “Thanks!” She said before taking a nice long sip enjoying the taste of the liquid as it passed over her tongue. She wished she had eaten more now that she was moving about the feeling of hunger was finally hitting her. Angelique let her attention turn back towards Artemis as he seemed ready to answer her now that they had both settled fully in now.
She awaited his answer and let her gaze leave him only to look around the place. Once the barkeeps eyes met hers she nodded knowing her usual would soon be on its way to the table. It was something she was looking forward to even if she missed the food from her native country. There were so many things she missed about France however it was rather fun at Hogwarts so it usually kept her mind from feeling any kind of homesick plus with others from France as well it certainly helped. A grin lit up her face as her drink was placed in front of her. “Thanks!” She said before taking a nice long sip enjoying the taste of the liquid as it passed over her tongue. She wished she had eaten more now that she was moving about the feeling of hunger was finally hitting her. Angelique let her attention turn back towards Artemis as he seemed ready to answer her now that they had both settled fully in now.
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Artemis had learnt a long time ago that inspiration, as long as one was open to it, could be found nearly anywhere. Even a tiny detail could lead to its birth, a flower could bloom into an intricate design, a flash of colour in the right place at the right time could bleed into a completely new scene - there were no limits, really. Keeping one's eyes and mind open was the key.
The Broomsticks worked well for that. So many people constantly flooded the inn - moving in and out like tides... And some of the clientele really stood out from the crowd, too, a colourful mixture of elegance and peculiarity and eeriness. At times rather suspicious looking, too.
Besides, it was mildly amusing how some of the older customers seemed to flee under the merciless onslaught of teenagers.
And so Artemis' attention was divided between lazily watching all that was happening around him - and sketching, both of the activities done with an air of nonchalance surrounding him like a cloak. A couple new flowers had already joined the composition climbing from the top to the bottom of one page - and the cockatrice was slowly starting to gain more details, too...
But, sadly, nothing new - nothing big - was coming to him just yet.
Here and there he saw familiar faces, some of them better known than others. Admittedly, he didn't have many actual friends; he was well aware that he should perhaps consider that a problem. Still, he watched people a lot from afar, sometimes even went out of his way to bother them a bit - and that possibly gave him even more information than friendships ever would have.
There was, for example, Pierre - sitting with his owl and a letter she had undoubtedly brought him. Through half-lidded eyes, Artemis observed as his relative - distant as he was, though still closer than many other pure-bloods at the school - was joined by a girl that... The blond didn't quite know. Oh, he had seen her before, of course he had, but she wasn't in his - their, really - year for certain. Mmm, a Slytherin, he wanted to say... The Zabini daughter, perhaps? Not unusual company, then.
Nothing about that scene truly drew Artemis' attention, however, perhaps other than the owl's antics - and so he allowed his gaze to keep wandering... While his left hand, the one holding the pencil, moved to a free spot, starting a new little piece there. Lines formed, intentionally simple in nature, spreading a pattern along the edge of the page - framing the cockatrice from one side.
And then there was Hazel; another Slytherin, though one that was more or less Artemis' age, which had given him some opportunities to actually learn more about her. A notebook rested on the table in front of her as well, though - from a quick glance - Artemis didn't think she was drawing in it. No, it looked more like writing... Probably not homework, though. He couldn't imagine her being devoted enough to it to bring it to Hogsmeade.
He was about to turn his gaze away from her, too, seeking something more stimulating - when suddenly another person he recognised sat down by the same table, making one of Artemis' eyebrows rise elegantly. Belladonna was, of course, in the same house as Hazel, so it was perfectly plausible that they could be friends... Or had another reason to spend time together... But Artemis knew Belladonna at least better than to simply assume that - and so he watched with renewed interest... As Belladonna seemed to lean slightly in Hazel's direction first and then recline on her chair - while Hazel... Tensed up, perhaps? He couldn't quite tell from a distance, and yet...
Movement much closer to him caught Artemis' attention - and he instantly, instinctively glanced towards it, catching a flash of orange-red... That heralded Angelique's arrival. Amongst the students of Hogwarts, she was one of those that Artemis actually made an effort for - as caring usually didn't come naturally to him.
And that day she looked... Mostly tired, to be honest, with those shadows under her still pretty eyes.
Her question only drew a thoughtful hum out of the blond's throat at first, but his gaze moved over Angelique's face in the meantime... Before falling down to the pages before him. The simple design he had mindlessly created did show a line of bats in flight... And the sight made one corner of his lips twitch up into a half-smile - though he still sighed lightly before answering.
"Awaiting bloodshed," he said drily, which wasn't that far from the truth. Sometimes Belladonna just had that effect on people... And he supposed he did as well. Still, despite his words, he didn't even glance in her and Hazel's direction at that point - but he did slightly tilt his head that way, subtly pointing towards them... And many other people, of course, because of the crowd between their tables. "So yes, both, really. A splash of red does make for a lovely accent, I have always said that..."
The appearance of Angelique's drink reminded him about his own - and he paused at that point, reaching out for his glass as well. While he wasn't a huge fan of chocolate in general - most of it tasted rather bland in comparison to his favourite kinds back home - he generally made an exception for its liquid form... Especially when the weather got like that. No matter how fascinating the numbness and the burning of the cold could get, how gorgeous the frost and the ice and the snow - as they painted over the world... He still preferred warmer months.
"Though purple is quite something as well," he added, forcing himself to focus on the here and now... And taking a sip of his chocolate before continuing. "Very mysterious. Royal. My mother does have a really effective elixir for those, however. I could ask her to send some soon... If you'd like."
The Broomsticks worked well for that. So many people constantly flooded the inn - moving in and out like tides... And some of the clientele really stood out from the crowd, too, a colourful mixture of elegance and peculiarity and eeriness. At times rather suspicious looking, too.
Besides, it was mildly amusing how some of the older customers seemed to flee under the merciless onslaught of teenagers.
And so Artemis' attention was divided between lazily watching all that was happening around him - and sketching, both of the activities done with an air of nonchalance surrounding him like a cloak. A couple new flowers had already joined the composition climbing from the top to the bottom of one page - and the cockatrice was slowly starting to gain more details, too...
But, sadly, nothing new - nothing big - was coming to him just yet.
Here and there he saw familiar faces, some of them better known than others. Admittedly, he didn't have many actual friends; he was well aware that he should perhaps consider that a problem. Still, he watched people a lot from afar, sometimes even went out of his way to bother them a bit - and that possibly gave him even more information than friendships ever would have.
There was, for example, Pierre - sitting with his owl and a letter she had undoubtedly brought him. Through half-lidded eyes, Artemis observed as his relative - distant as he was, though still closer than many other pure-bloods at the school - was joined by a girl that... The blond didn't quite know. Oh, he had seen her before, of course he had, but she wasn't in his - their, really - year for certain. Mmm, a Slytherin, he wanted to say... The Zabini daughter, perhaps? Not unusual company, then.
Nothing about that scene truly drew Artemis' attention, however, perhaps other than the owl's antics - and so he allowed his gaze to keep wandering... While his left hand, the one holding the pencil, moved to a free spot, starting a new little piece there. Lines formed, intentionally simple in nature, spreading a pattern along the edge of the page - framing the cockatrice from one side.
And then there was Hazel; another Slytherin, though one that was more or less Artemis' age, which had given him some opportunities to actually learn more about her. A notebook rested on the table in front of her as well, though - from a quick glance - Artemis didn't think she was drawing in it. No, it looked more like writing... Probably not homework, though. He couldn't imagine her being devoted enough to it to bring it to Hogsmeade.
He was about to turn his gaze away from her, too, seeking something more stimulating - when suddenly another person he recognised sat down by the same table, making one of Artemis' eyebrows rise elegantly. Belladonna was, of course, in the same house as Hazel, so it was perfectly plausible that they could be friends... Or had another reason to spend time together... But Artemis knew Belladonna at least better than to simply assume that - and so he watched with renewed interest... As Belladonna seemed to lean slightly in Hazel's direction first and then recline on her chair - while Hazel... Tensed up, perhaps? He couldn't quite tell from a distance, and yet...
Movement much closer to him caught Artemis' attention - and he instantly, instinctively glanced towards it, catching a flash of orange-red... That heralded Angelique's arrival. Amongst the students of Hogwarts, she was one of those that Artemis actually made an effort for - as caring usually didn't come naturally to him.
And that day she looked... Mostly tired, to be honest, with those shadows under her still pretty eyes.
Her question only drew a thoughtful hum out of the blond's throat at first, but his gaze moved over Angelique's face in the meantime... Before falling down to the pages before him. The simple design he had mindlessly created did show a line of bats in flight... And the sight made one corner of his lips twitch up into a half-smile - though he still sighed lightly before answering.
"Awaiting bloodshed," he said drily, which wasn't that far from the truth. Sometimes Belladonna just had that effect on people... And he supposed he did as well. Still, despite his words, he didn't even glance in her and Hazel's direction at that point - but he did slightly tilt his head that way, subtly pointing towards them... And many other people, of course, because of the crowd between their tables. "So yes, both, really. A splash of red does make for a lovely accent, I have always said that..."
The appearance of Angelique's drink reminded him about his own - and he paused at that point, reaching out for his glass as well. While he wasn't a huge fan of chocolate in general - most of it tasted rather bland in comparison to his favourite kinds back home - he generally made an exception for its liquid form... Especially when the weather got like that. No matter how fascinating the numbness and the burning of the cold could get, how gorgeous the frost and the ice and the snow - as they painted over the world... He still preferred warmer months.
"Though purple is quite something as well," he added, forcing himself to focus on the here and now... And taking a sip of his chocolate before continuing. "Very mysterious. Royal. My mother does have a really effective elixir for those, however. I could ask her to send some soon... If you'd like."
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Sepokku
A Menace
Echo let out a soft sigh as she looked up at the cloudy winter sky. The slightly too long sleeves of her hoodie hid her hands as she meandered aimlessly through the shopping district. Enchanted candles cast dappled light where the sun wasn't able to shine, shadows lingering and flickering as the flames danced to the whistling of winter winds. She fought back the need to sneer as several underclassmen made their way into Zonko's. The youngest looking said several things about frog-spawn soap, dung bombs, and ruining the women's Slytherin dormitory. It was the sort of thing Echo would have reported to administration, if it were going to affect her in any way, shape, or form.
Instead, she simply watched as the last one's cloak got caught on the door handle and caused him to unceremoniously collide with the ground. With a shrug she hurried ahead, a slight skip in her step as she made her way to the tea shop where Prue was waiting. The frosty fingers of winter caressed her as she walked, the cold finding its way in through the holes in her jeans, it would have been enough to make her shiver if she weren't moving at a slightly hurried pace.
A little over halfway to her destination, her locket made a soft chime, the vibrations of which traveled down her sternum, seeming to reverberate all the way down into her core. "E" had returned. Her left hand reached up, the locket resting in her palm as she undid the clasp that held it close. She was greeted by the animated image of herself that she had spent the better part of two years training. E's face was a little rounder, she had been painted before Echo lost all that baby fat, after all.
The locket housed an oil-painting copy of Echo's room at home, done in the style of a Rembrandt. E herself had been rendered in a Corbet style of realism, making her almost appear to pop out of the locket. Throwing herself onto the oil canvas bed, E turned her attention outward and gave Echo a smug grin.
"Back so soon..?"
"You told me to return the moment I found something noteworthy."
"Go on."
"So I did."
E's anachronistic temperament was a new development, one that Echo had accidentally been teaching her lately as her patience started to wear thin. Rolling her eyes, Echo pretended to yawn, "That reminds me, I meant to pick up some paint thinner while we-"
"Artemis found the Cockatrice," E blurted out.
Echo's footfalls slowed to a stop, just a few paces away from Madam Puddifoot's. "What?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. I was tailing that Slytherin brat, the one with multiple wands, into the Three Broomsticks; which is when I noticed what Artemis had doodled. I thought it was a coincidence at first, but after running back to Hogwarts to check, it's definitely the statue in question."
Without speaking Echo stared at her self-portrait, it didn't appear to be messing with her, though E's jests had been getting admittedly more and more elaborate. "If it isn't one thing..." She cursed silently and strode through the door of Madam Puddifoot's.
"Prudennccee!" A whine crept into Echo's voice, the practiced sound fading away as her best friend's name left her lips. "Prue are you done helping around the shop? We have urgent matters to attend to. J’ai besoin d’aide." She rattled off the last part in French, perfectly aware that practically no one in Hogwarts spoke it.
"My brother is sticking his nose where it doesn't belong again." Her eyes rolled involuntarily at the thought of Artemis. She wasn't sure who had started the rumor, but by now basically everyone thought they were siblings, not that many tested the veracity of that.
She came face to face with Prue's adoptive mother, "Madam Puddifoot," she curtsied slightly, a motion that would have looked a lot less awkward if she weren't in a hoodie and jeans. "May I borrow Prue? We have a date with destiny at the Three Broomsticks."
ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Instead, she simply watched as the last one's cloak got caught on the door handle and caused him to unceremoniously collide with the ground. With a shrug she hurried ahead, a slight skip in her step as she made her way to the tea shop where Prue was waiting. The frosty fingers of winter caressed her as she walked, the cold finding its way in through the holes in her jeans, it would have been enough to make her shiver if she weren't moving at a slightly hurried pace.
A little over halfway to her destination, her locket made a soft chime, the vibrations of which traveled down her sternum, seeming to reverberate all the way down into her core. "E" had returned. Her left hand reached up, the locket resting in her palm as she undid the clasp that held it close. She was greeted by the animated image of herself that she had spent the better part of two years training. E's face was a little rounder, she had been painted before Echo lost all that baby fat, after all.
The locket housed an oil-painting copy of Echo's room at home, done in the style of a Rembrandt. E herself had been rendered in a Corbet style of realism, making her almost appear to pop out of the locket. Throwing herself onto the oil canvas bed, E turned her attention outward and gave Echo a smug grin.
"Back so soon..?"
"You told me to return the moment I found something noteworthy."
"Go on."
"So I did."
E's anachronistic temperament was a new development, one that Echo had accidentally been teaching her lately as her patience started to wear thin. Rolling her eyes, Echo pretended to yawn, "That reminds me, I meant to pick up some paint thinner while we-"
"Artemis found the Cockatrice," E blurted out.
Echo's footfalls slowed to a stop, just a few paces away from Madam Puddifoot's. "What?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. I was tailing that Slytherin brat, the one with multiple wands, into the Three Broomsticks; which is when I noticed what Artemis had doodled. I thought it was a coincidence at first, but after running back to Hogwarts to check, it's definitely the statue in question."
Without speaking Echo stared at her self-portrait, it didn't appear to be messing with her, though E's jests had been getting admittedly more and more elaborate. "If it isn't one thing..." She cursed silently and strode through the door of Madam Puddifoot's.
"Prudennccee!" A whine crept into Echo's voice, the practiced sound fading away as her best friend's name left her lips. "Prue are you done helping around the shop? We have urgent matters to attend to. J’ai besoin d’aide." She rattled off the last part in French, perfectly aware that practically no one in Hogwarts spoke it.
"My brother is sticking his nose where it doesn't belong again." Her eyes rolled involuntarily at the thought of Artemis. She wasn't sure who had started the rumor, but by now basically everyone thought they were siblings, not that many tested the veracity of that.
She came face to face with Prue's adoptive mother, "Madam Puddifoot," she curtsied slightly, a motion that would have looked a lot less awkward if she weren't in a hoodie and jeans. "May I borrow Prue? We have a date with destiny at the Three Broomsticks."
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Wolfiee
Meow
Fenrir wasn’t in a particularly good mood this morning. He was rather tired and would have rather slept in though his twin had other plans. Azrael had sent someone from his own house to wake him up so they could head to Hogsmeade together. He felt onto a slight annoyance but seeing his twin once he was at the entrance of Hogwarts made him smile.”Good morning.”he said greeting her with a ruffle of her hair. Azrael had glared a bit fixing her hair before smiling warmly at him. “Alright let’s go once there we can stay together or split up whatever you want.” She said to him. Fenrir nodded some. “There’s a few things I wanna buy so we can split up at first then meet back up later?” He said with a tone of question towards the end. Azrael tilted her head long raven hair was braided out of the way today so the braid swung some as she moved. “That sounds good to me.” She said as they started their journey to Hogsmeade. It wasn’t long before the twins arrived giving each other a side hug before going their separate ways. Azrael heading for the little postal shop wanting to send an owl out for a special occasion. She was sending an order form in for a pet one she had picked out for her twin as a gift. While Fenrir headed towards the Three Broomsticks wanting to get a drink before starting his day.
Once inside Fenrir looked around seeing all kinds of familiar faces within the place. His gaze landing on Hazel in particular so he headed that way seeing Belladonna as well. “Good morning you two.” He greeted before taking a seat at their table with them. He stretched his legs out for a moment before sitting back in the seat normally he would order a butterbeer though he wasn’t sure that’s what he wanted. “So what’s going on with you two today?”he asked them curious about what their plans for today were. He knew there were a few places he needed to go after this so he wondered if they would be going to the same places. After a few minutes he ordered himself a drink since that was the whole reason for entering the Three Broomsticks in the first place.
Once inside Fenrir looked around seeing all kinds of familiar faces within the place. His gaze landing on Hazel in particular so he headed that way seeing Belladonna as well. “Good morning you two.” He greeted before taking a seat at their table with them. He stretched his legs out for a moment before sitting back in the seat normally he would order a butterbeer though he wasn’t sure that’s what he wanted. “So what’s going on with you two today?”he asked them curious about what their plans for today were. He knew there were a few places he needed to go after this so he wondered if they would be going to the same places. After a few minutes he ordered himself a drink since that was the whole reason for entering the Three Broomsticks in the first place.
ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Lucky Laki Malakis
Prudence Chase
Prue could not help smirk. Even at the backyard of the tea shop picking up the last of the deliveries, she could hear her best friends call for her from inside. Prue never though she would ever have a friend like echo let alone her as a best friend, and that wasn't because she though her own half giant blood prevented her having friends. Echo had not made the best first impression with her arrogant and sharp manner which Prue could not help reply in kind and wished to knock her down a peg. The pair clashed as the mutual competitiveness came out force, this rivalry was one of the main reason Prue to study and do well to classes, unable to let echo be top of the class. The score board seemed to remain equal though annoyingly leaning to Echo's favour, however after some time things change. Rivalry turned to respect and after some teacher intervention grouping them together for certain project the two grew closer. They saw a different side to each other and soon became firm friends though the old rivalry never truly ended.
She set the box aside and entered, hearing Echo complaining about her brother and soon having to greet Madam Puddifoot. Her large form only just came out into the main shop area to see her adoptive mother consider it. "Well... We are about to get very busy here..." The old proprietress began to say looking thoughtful.
"Oh come on mum. I cant let Echo just go on her own to face destiny." Prue interjected with slight pleading before indicating towards Echo. "Poor things will likely get into trouble without me to get her out of it." She added, teasing her friend.
Madam Paddfoot gave a sign before nodding. "Fine, fine... You girls go have fun. Not too much though... Rosmerta was this close to banning you when she found you two in the basement."
"Nothing like that, dont worry mum." She said wasting no time grabbing her coat and throwing on herself before rushing over to Echo side, towering over her as she looked down at her with an excited smile as she put on her house branded scarf around her neck. "Come on lets go before she changes her mind." She whispered hurriedly as she ducked under the front door.
Sepokku
Sepokku
A Menace
An upturned smile slowly formed at the corners of Echo's mouth while Prudence convinced her mom to let the two spend the rest of the afternoon how they pleased. By the time the dynamic duo were starting out the door, her smile had graduated to a full-blown grin. Echo followed her friend out of the shop, appreciative of the slight berth most people gave Prue due to her intimidating size. When they first met, she had been jealous of the half-giant's size and strength; as they grew to know each other, she just became glad that Prue had taken a liking to her instead of continuing their rivalry.
Not that their rivalry had stopped, per se, just that it took different forms these days. Like during their last duel, Echo had excitedly tried to set up a string of charms only to be blasted out of the arena before they properly coalesced into the desired effects. In retrospect, it probably wasn't the most astute plan to rely mostly on charms against someone who had scored as high on the O.W.L.S. as Prue did, but life was all about learning from mistakes.
Hogsmeade patrons parted around Prudence like water crashing against stone, it was interesting to watch; people tended to do it without even meaning to. Regardless of if they had seen her yet or not, most followed those who had and walked a ways around her. Fidgeting with the string that controlled how tight her hood was, Echo sped up slightly as she adjusted to keep up with her friend's gait, "Soo, Artemis is onto us." She finished the statement with a matter-of-fact tone, despite not knowing whether or not that was actually true.
Grabbing Prudence's sleeve, Echo gave it a slight tug and led her down an alternative path to the Three Broomsticks, one that circumvented Honeyduke's; the last thing she needed was to get distracted by chocolate frogs again.
With the floodgates being opened, she excitedly caught Prudence up, "E was snooping about as usual, and you know Artemis, always doodling something or other in the margins of his notes; so anyways I guess he had been flipping through them at the wrong time because one of his drawings caught our eye."
She paused to take a deep breath before spilling the rest of her thoughts, "E seems convinced that it's the same statue, but the fact that none of my charms went off means that even if Art knows where the statue is, he has yet to investigate it for some reason, hence our current plan of attack." As if to punctuate her point, she stood on one foot and raised both of her hands into the air in a mock martial art pose.
"I was hoping you could use you wiles and charm to... divulge from him what it is he knows."
ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Not that their rivalry had stopped, per se, just that it took different forms these days. Like during their last duel, Echo had excitedly tried to set up a string of charms only to be blasted out of the arena before they properly coalesced into the desired effects. In retrospect, it probably wasn't the most astute plan to rely mostly on charms against someone who had scored as high on the O.W.L.S. as Prue did, but life was all about learning from mistakes.
Hogsmeade patrons parted around Prudence like water crashing against stone, it was interesting to watch; people tended to do it without even meaning to. Regardless of if they had seen her yet or not, most followed those who had and walked a ways around her. Fidgeting with the string that controlled how tight her hood was, Echo sped up slightly as she adjusted to keep up with her friend's gait, "Soo, Artemis is onto us." She finished the statement with a matter-of-fact tone, despite not knowing whether or not that was actually true.
Grabbing Prudence's sleeve, Echo gave it a slight tug and led her down an alternative path to the Three Broomsticks, one that circumvented Honeyduke's; the last thing she needed was to get distracted by chocolate frogs again.
With the floodgates being opened, she excitedly caught Prudence up, "E was snooping about as usual, and you know Artemis, always doodling something or other in the margins of his notes; so anyways I guess he had been flipping through them at the wrong time because one of his drawings caught our eye."
She paused to take a deep breath before spilling the rest of her thoughts, "E seems convinced that it's the same statue, but the fact that none of my charms went off means that even if Art knows where the statue is, he has yet to investigate it for some reason, hence our current plan of attack." As if to punctuate her point, she stood on one foot and raised both of her hands into the air in a mock martial art pose.
"I was hoping you could use you wiles and charm to... divulge from him what it is he knows."
ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Talathel
Wildlife Conservationist in the Making
Slytherin
Alenia Lyrei
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ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Lucky Laki Malakis
Prudence Chase
Prue looked around as people seemed to part to let her pass, some out of basic consideration and some out of slight fear and mistrust of the local populace of her. In truth, she could not fully blame their mistrust purely on their inherent mistrust of her kind, her combative nature and anger did cause some trouble in the area in previous years. Still, she always thought she acted from the best of the community and the people she cared for they should have known that, right? Well, there are some who did, others saw her as endless trouble and rue the day she was left at the door. It was saddening, that 16 years of life she hadn't turned some mind yet.
It had its benefits, thought, and she couldn't deny that walking through the crowds with ease was a handle and got them towards honey dukes a lot quicker than she thought. However, Echo seemed to have other ideas as she guided her to a side street instead. It was a little disappointing, as she did hope to stock up on sweets, but a look in Echo face showed that there was a reason for this change of plans. She listened as Echo explained what was going on.
Echo's quest to map up out the entirety of Hogwarts seemed like an interesting and fun idea, there was secret upon secret in the school with all its history. It had the opportunity of learning, both of lost spells and history. However, this rumour of a secret place build by Slytherin himself seemed to filled her with worries, the more she learned about him the more she disliked everything about him. A blood elitist and a dark wizard, anything to do with him was likely more dangerous than anything they had faced so far, and her obsession from echo was concerning.
"Really, you and are worried about doodles?" She asked, clearly disbelieving that it was anything to worry about, but she knew better than arguing the point. It was not the worst thing, chatting with Artemis and his friends, she did not understand Echo rivalry with her brother in any case. She sighed. "Fine, I will see what I can do. What are you going to do?" She asked, beginning to walk the rest of the way to Three Broomstick.
Sepokku
-ferret-
𝐝𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲
Anatolie Ignatiev
Racing down the snowy and winding pathways to Hogsmeade wasn't something one would normally find Anatolie Ignatiev doing. Yes she could be energetic, after all she was a dancer and needed to be. But her calm demeanor and unrushed personality lent itself to leisurely strolls rather than the hurried pace she was currently taking. The reason that snow crunched underfoot at a rapid cadence was because Ana was terribly late. It seemed that while she'd been taking her sweet time getting ready, the rest of the school had decided to race their way towards Hogsmeade without her. How awfully rude.With puffing breaths, and by the grace of God, Ana arrived to the entrance of Hogsmeade without slipping on ice or twisting her ankle. Other students were milling about a long with older wizards and witches and despite the chilly air, Ana felt warm. She resigned herself for window shopping, maybe bumping into a friend (surely they'd all be at the Three Broomsticks), or simply enjoying the brisk air and a mug of something hot when the second option set itself squarely in her line of sight. Through the window of Zonko's, Ana spotted one of her dear friends, Tapioca. Excitedly, Ana crossed the street to the entrance of Zonko's and pushed open the door. The bell above chimed out her arrival in a decidedly muggle fashion.
"Tap!" Ana called as she rounded a corner and spotted her friend.
"How are you, prieten? Did you finish your errands? I remember you mentioning them last week," Ana inquired, gently placing a hand on the taller girl's shoulder as she greeted her.
"I was thinking of getting something at the Three Broomsticks if you'd like to come with? I'm sure everyone else is there as well!"
Ana took hold of Tap's wrist and questioningly tugged her in the direction of the door, not ready to brave the chill, but excited to sit and talk with her friend over a warm drink.
"Has anyone asked you to the Yule Ball since last we talked? Or maybe you have asked someone? I haven't asked anyone and I don't think anyone is going to ask me. If it turns out that way, maybe we should go together as friends? I do hope someone asks you though. Not because I don't want to go with you, of course not. But because I think it would be very sweet if someone was fond of you. Also you could wear matching outfits?"
For someone so shy, Ana could always ramble up a storm around Tapioca.
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