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MIDAS DOHERTY
with: elias ambrose
where: hogwarts entrance hall
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Midas' attention was very quickly pulled from his departing sbling. Somebody had approached him, an unfamiliar but pleasant looking person at that. With one hand placed elgenatly in his suit jacket pocket and the other arm leaning leisurely on a stone ledge, the handsome young wizard turned to look at the newcomer. His blonde locks were the most striking feature he possessed and Midas found himself intrigued and curious as to why he had approached him.

'Er, hello' the boy said by way of greeting. Midas let his gaze flick swiftly over his apparel with a flash of approval as he spoke. 'I don't know if you remember me, but, well, we were in the same house, and I just wanted to say...I like your suit!' Midas gave a slight smile at this, raising his eyebrows with vague scepticism as he continued to compliment his brocade halfheartedly. Midas knew all too well when one was using flattery just for small talk. He did it often after all.

'Do you really like my brocade?' he asked, not unkindly and with a hint of flirtation. 'Your own ensemble is suitably eccentric. I can certainly appreciate that...but...' he trailed off with intentional drama, 'would I have the honour of a name? It seems you are well aware of mine. Hardly surprising.' He waved away his own comment with nonchalance, not letting his attention falter from his conversation partner.
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ISLA FEY
with: enjorlas pontmercy
where: hogwarts entrance hall
outfit: x
house: n/a
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'Isla, you cannot bring a niffler into Hogwarts under any circumstances.' Isla had rolled her eyes at the folded arms of her cousin Saga and the stony, yet beautifully reproachful expression on her face.

Of course the dreamy blonde had disregarded Saga's warning, stating that Gordon (the name she had given him to his delight) was a good niffler, and despite his lack of domestication, was perfectly capable of discerning right from wrong with regards to 'borrowing' shiny things.

Consequently, Gordon the niffler, was now hidden under a perfectly cast disillusionment charm as Isla stood in the Hogwarts entrance hall, marvelling at the wondrous moving staircases and especially the ghosts hovering and mingling with each other.

Isla had never seen a ghost before. Such things were not permitted on the grounds of Durmstrang, and even if they had been, no student would have dared associate with them. From the general aura of the building, Isla got the impression that Hogwarts was a much more homely place than Durmstrang had ever been for her, and a twinge of deep sadness hit her suddenly.

To distract herself, she looked down at her invisible companion with a loving expression, kneeling beside him and whispering, in her native tongue of German, 'I don't see why you shouldn't be allowed to experience this ball too, Gordon. Just because you are not human, doesn't mean you wouldn't like it.'

It was at that moment that Gordon sniffed the air hopefully and began to bound over to someone nearby. Worried that he may be spotted (though that would be impossible at the moment), Isla hurried to follow him, looking beautiful and graceful even with how flustered she looked.

Several males watched her in awe as she passed them, mouths agape. Isla hardly noticed the affect of her veela blood anymore. The pair finally stopped beside a familiar figure, and Isla's eyes lit up with joy as she flung her arms around her only friend in a hug of greeting. 'Enjie, I didn't know you were here!' she exclaimed as she released him.

Gordon was still sniffing around hopefully and Isla added in hushed tones, 'I brought a niffler with me, but I cast a disillusionment charm on him. It won't last long though. Don't tell anyone?' she asked hopefully with a slightly sheepish expression.
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[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]Leonidas Alvaro [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil] I laugh so you
don't have to [/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] For as much as Leonidas had come to love his step father and step sister, he still ran off on the night of the Ravenhurst ball so that they couldn't see him off. He loved them but in that moment, they were not the ones he wanted to say his farewells to before starting next leg of his journey (at least not that night) and it wouldn't feel right to pretend like they were. His mom was far off on some business trip, as per usual, and Leo was left behind.

At the age of 21, it'd been a while since the absence of his mother truly bothered him but now, sitting on a chilly swing in an empty in the middle of the night, all Leo wanted was for him mom to see him before he was lost for an entire year in a world of magic. Like how he wished she would've seen him off when an 11 year old version of him headed off to Ilvermorny all by himself.

Leo wished for a lot of things involving his mother but it did nothing to change the fact that she was off in some country he didn't bother to ask about and he was a lonely Hispanic boy in Russia.

A quick glance at his watch told him it was just about time to be apparated to Hogwarts via portkey — an experience that he very much was not looking forward to having never done this before. He stood up, clutched the seal in his hands, and hoped to God that he wouldn't vomit.

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He vomited. The experience of apparating was absolute hell, horribly indescribable, and something that no amount of mental encouragement could have prepared Leo's body for. His stomach was weeping as he rushed around a corner and promptly hurled onto the floor so as not to assault anyone's eyesight since there were no convenient potted plants around to void his stomach into.

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He didn’t move immediately, feeling all too embarrassed to walk back to where all the students were gathering to enter the hall. He just hoped that anyone who saw wouldn’t give him too much grief over hurling on the floor; it was his first time apparating, after all. Slowly he crept back into the entrance hall and leaned against the wall pleading mentally for this show to get on the road. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]mood — first time apparator| location — hogwarts (ball) | house — N/A | with — (OPEN)|mentions — N/A |outfit — suit |tags — N/A [/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=c]@undine[/div] [class=container]height: 340px; width: 500px; padding: 10px; margin: auto; background: #7CB09F [/class] [class=image]height: 100%; width: 180px; background-image: url(https://i.imgur.com/Z3M9EVS.jpg); 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://66.media.tumblr.com/246e8bdd3d1a409179f4c910a34dc31f/tumblr_inline_pristnK7Aq1vfoo65_1280.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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HARRIET RAVENHURST
with: nadya and aleks
where: hogwarts entrance hall
outfit: x
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Harriet was beginning to grow impatient waiting for the Great Hall doors to open. The suspense and drama was just like her mother, and she didn't expect this ball to be done by half measures, but she did sometimes wish that her mother would be a little bit less dramatic.

She could imagine her now behind the door, poising herself for her big entrance at the front of the hall with magical fireworks or confetti or some sort of elaborate light show. Her imagination did not have much time to run wild though as a young woman had approached her, quite out of the blue.

Harriet's expression immediately changed from one of impatience to one of polite, yet icy enquiry. Her brown eyes shifted to take in the appearance of the girl. She was absolutely stunning, her beauty being capped off by the most elegant silver gown. Harriet felt a strange bitterness well up a little bit in her. How could one person look so perfect?

She kept any adverse feelings from her expression though as the girl addressed her in what seemed to be a foreign accent and broken English.
'have you seen dark-haired Russian boy? A lot of tattoos...piercings...about my height? Looks kind of angry.'

Hattie considered her question for a moment, rather taken aback. Just as she had opened her mouth to respond that she had not seen a person of that description, the towering figure of a male of that description seemed to bulldoze his way through the masses toward them. Harriet narrowed her eyes at him distastefully when he finally reached his destination and addressed the girl in silver.

'You didn't say sorry to any of those people you just bowled over.' she said pointedly, not caring that she had no invitation into this conversation. She turned to the girl with a raised eyebrow, 'I'm assuming he is who you were looking for?'
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❀ ORNELLA BLOOM
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A soft light illuminated Ornella's features, radiating from the torch that she held underneath her chin. It shone alone in the dim bedroom, warding off the shadow that encapsulated her heart-shaped face. The contrast deepened her angles, accentuating the wicked snarl that played on her lips, "and before I had time to reach for my wand..." she let the sentence linger in the air, the room eerily quiet. She watched as her little cousins's eyes widened with a mix of anticipation and fear, the two seven-year-olds holding their breath as they huddled together in the bed, "...he pounced!" Nella lurched forward, mimicking the claws of a manticore. Her cousins squealed, ducking under the covers. The eruption of high-pitched squeals then became an uncontrollable fit of giggling when she lent over to tickle them. "Right," she laughed, plopping down on the end of the bed, "I think that's all for tonight, this manticore's got somewhere to be, and you two have to get up early tomorrow morning."

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"That sounded like a beautiful lullaby," Ornella was met with her dad's dry sarcasm the instant she stepped into the living room. He was sat on the couch, swirling a glass of firewhiskey in one hand. Ornella couldn't hold back her smile, positioning herself so her shoulder was against the doorframe. There was something about her dad's aesthetic that never failed to amuse her. He lent into his vampiric appearance, dressed as a Victorian gentleman from the tippy-top of his top hat, to the soles of his shoes. "Only the sweetest," she retorted, noticing her dad's lips return the amused smirk. Fiore, her dad, glanced up at her from underneath the brim of his hat, "as long as you're not giving them nightmares...and don't forget the nightlight." Truly, Ornella would never tell her cousins something to intentionally scare them. They were tough, and seemed to actually encourage Nella's theatrics. Taking in her father's comment about the nightlight, Nella peered back down the hallway and towards the shadow of their open bedroom door. She reached up and slid her wand out of her twisted hair bun, her red waves cascading down over her shoulders. Hushed, she whispered a quiet incantation and a soft purple light began to shine on the window sill of their bedroom; enchanted tulips, glowing faintly in the darkness. It used to be her bedroom, but became a guest room when Nella moved out.

"Now that they're in bed, why don't you head off, Nels?" Fiore raised a brow, a playful twinkle in his eyes, "can't let the students have all the fun, can you?"

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Nella certainly wasn't going to let the students have all the fun. From the moment the witch knew she'd be coming to Hogwarts, her mind was set on seeing the (in)famous whomping willow. The idea of actually witnessing one in person made her heart race with excitement. She was well aware that she was a bit of a dork for nature, but she figured that even those without the slightest interest in herbology would find willow cool. Like, come on. She had more than half a mind to slip away from the party to see it up close (well, from a reasonable distance). "Oh my..." Nella inhaled, taking in the scenery and scent of the native Scottish flora. She shut her eyes and smiled to herself, out-stretching her arms as she basked in the soft moonlight. It was all very exciting. The whomping willow, teaching at a new university...even more-so the fact that it was one of her closest friends that was the founder of it. In that fleeting moment, Ornella thought that it couldn't get any better...but that clearly wasn't the case for everyone. Her eyes flickered open the instant she heard someone being sick, concern replacing that feeling of serenity as he watched the boy cautiously return to the crowd, trying to avoid any attention.

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"Bean?" Ornella had caught up to the boy, though had avoided making a scene. She was rather empathetic to his embarrassment, as instantaneous wizard travel used to make her feel rather uneasy too. Granted, it wasn't caused by motion sickness...but still. "Don't worry, they're all the good ones," she assured, offering him one from the box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans she pulled out of her purse, "I have the knack for sorting them out," she shrugged, taking one for herself. Cinnamon. Nella figured her weird talent was boiled down to her slight vampiric lineage, heightened senses and such...but she couldn't be certain, "hope you're feeling okay. Magical travel isn't the best at times."
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tags... nymphadora. nymphadora. , mxlly mxlly

[/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=bottom] [div class=scroll] Jade wasn't accustomed to the fluctuating flutters in her stomach and sickening fears swirling in her mind.

Jade recalled that she'd seen Hogwarts once, but due to the fleeting nature of her visit, it was only now that the grand stature and imposing towers made an impression. A small grin spread across her lips as she glanced down, reminiscing on her days of being a world-class quidditch star; but those memories were plagued with self-doubt, fear and pressure that tended to cast a shadow over the otherwise time of her life.

She'd had multiple career changes, her heart attempting to pull her to where she was supposed to be, but alas nothing ever seemed to sit quite right. Nothing left a warm fulfilment in her heart alike to the warmth of a drink sliding down her throat and spreading around her body. Alas, she found herself here preparing to teach a variety of exceptionally talented students, let alone two subjects. Jade couldn't help but question what led to Amelia Ravenhurst hiring her, but nonetheless, the woman was thankful. She'd been given too many chances it almost felt unfair for everyone else.

Jade hadn't realised how far her mind had wandered until the voice of Professor McGonagall - she presumed - pierced through her reverie and brought her back into reality. Which included the bone-chilling wind piercing through her, her fingers beginning to feel a slight numbness whilst she was sure her nose was a shade of red. Thirty-four and the woman still hadn't learnt her lesson of bringing a jacket. The woman spoke with equal poise and conviction reverberating in her voice

Moving through the hallways was a new experience, however. The school was drastically different from Mahoutokoro. Without warning, the instinctual feeling of a pair of eyes on her settled in, and Jade turned around, though there was no one. However, her dark brown eyes finally landed on another professor amongst the crowd of otherwise young adults. Momentarily smoothing down her silk slip dress, Jade began to weave through the crowds towards the older male, although a boy of curls and a dashing suit and waistcoat spun and slammed directly into the older man.

Momentarily her eyes widened, and Jade lifted her hand to cover her mouth, though the gasp melted into a grin as she approached the pair without missing a beat. "That's one way to start a conversation," Jade began as she approached, her eyes flickering to the frightened lizard, "I'm Jade Choi, and you are?" The question was directed to the the two men, though more so at the younger one, whose eyes were apologetic, with an underlying fearfulness. The realisation that the younger man—a student—might not be comfortable communicating with two possible professors crossed the woman's mind moments after she had began speaking. She didn't want to embarrass him anymore than he already thought he did himself. Surely it wasn't terribly awkward; they were all adults, and Jade didn't enjoy the thought of being a teacher who was only to be looked up to, she wanted to be approachable—this was a good start to establish that... hopefully.

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    Wednesday tried her best to stay close with her brother, which was hard due to the fact Bowie simply had longer legs than her, and wearing heels was terrible idea. Wednesday was so wrapped up by her thoughts of how heels were a terrible invention, she almost the voice from her cousin, Luca.

    The female spun around, wisps of black hair following her sharp turn as a toothy grin grew on her lips. "Luca! You nearly scared the bejesus out of me." She grinned, slithering her arms around her cousin for a tight hug. "It really has been, how long?" She asked curiously, shooting her brother a gaze. "Nonetheless, I've missed you. How's Argentina?" Wednesday smiled.

    Wednesday always had expressive and lively reaction, so when Luca had mentioned how cold the weather was, she scrunched her nose up and laughed. "It's not that chilly, honestly. You're wearing a suit as well, shouldn't that be keeping you warm?"

    Her dark eyes fell on Luca's suit, her fingers hovering over the floral material of his suit with curious eyes. Wednesday adored the tiny details of the pattern as she studied it, falling out of listening to the conversation. Wednesday hardly knew what they were talking about as she glanced up and smirked at her brother, pointing at the fabric with her free hand. "See Bowie? Told you should've worn something fancier." Wednesday beamed with a proud smile, "You're the only one not wearing a tie."
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❦ NADYA KONSTANTINOVA
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nadya konstantinova
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location: great hall entrance

tags: PixieDust PixieDust deer deer

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"Nadya,"

The sound of a familiar voice eased the tightness in her chest. She turned to look in the direction it came from, her harsh gaze softening at the sight of the dark-haired boy; it was as if she spoke him into existence. "Sasha?" there was a faint flicker of a smile on her lips as she said his name, a soothing warmth radiating throughout her body. Her лу́чший друг. In spite of his stern outward demeanour, she wanted to tackle him ― wrap her arms around him and squeeze him tight! apologising over and over. But Nadya remained composed as he approached; public displays of affection had the tendency to bring her unease.

"Where were you?"

"My family," she replied in her mother-tongue. There was a touch of regret as she spoke in her typically monotone voice, "they caught me out." By the look on Aleks' face it was obvious that he was upset, and if the girl were anyone else she doubted she could even meet his ice-blue stare. She felt guilty. Her hand reached for his wrist, giving it a subtle, apologetic squeeze before letting go, "I was looking for you." She wished she could've started off the night with the only person she trusted, her eyes lingering on him for a moment longer before returning to the brunette.

'You didn't say sorry to any of those people you just bowled over.'

What? Clearly the girl had seen something Nadya hadn't. She spared a brief glance in the direction Aleks had came from, noting some displeased faces from people who had witnessed his apparent carelessness. Ha. The idea of him knocking people over like bowling pins was somewhat amusing to think about, though she remained very outwardly nonchalant about the situation. It was just a little push. "They'll live," she waved it off, folding her arms casually across her chest as she looked back at both Aleks and the brunette.

'I'm assuming he is who you're looking for?'

Nadya arched a brow. She did find the girl's pointed tone somewhat surprising. She had gorgeous, doe-like brown eyes that made her appear somewhat sweet ― though it might have been a misjudgment. "Yes, he is," Nadya could feel her nails dig in to the back of her arms, attempting to distract herself from the bubbling frustration of feeling like an unobservant imbecile...he hadn't been far. She kept her cool, resisting the urge to walk away. She had never been great at socialising and had the tendency to come off as arrogant and hostile (which was her intention 50% of the time, but not now). "This is Sash- Aleksander," she corrected herself, refraining from using his nickname, "i'm Nadya, and you are ― ?"

"лу́чший друг" ― best friend.
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⤀ FELIX JÄGER
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felix jäger
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house: n/a

mentions:

interaction: cedric,
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tags: nymphadora. nymphadora.
ShadyAce ShadyAce

outfit: here

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"Are you alright, though? It looks like you took a tumble."

"I- uh," Felix's muscles tensed, the shock rendered him paralysed as he tried to catch his breath. Oh dear. He wished for nothing more than to have been a demiguise in that moment ― capable of turning invisible. "Yeah, no, no i'm fine," he nodded assuringly to himself, frustrated that he could barely look the professor in the eye. He diverted his attention for a brief moment, looking at Otto who sat in his palm. His hand had a subtle, nervous shake to it. "Stay," Felix warned the lizard creature, placing him on the opposite shoulder of where Spud snoozed. The rat was evidently unfazed by the sudden bump.

"That's one way to start a conversation."

Before Felix could even muster the courage to say more to the man, a feminine voice came within clear earshot. "Oh, it was an accident, I-" he caught himself, biting his tongue before he could ramble. Ever heard of a joke, Felix? "...yeah," he trailed off, responding with a sheepish laugh and rubbing the back of his neck as though he had a cramp. He looked in the female's direction, making an effort to have at least some brief eye-contact. And to his embarrassment it was another professor. Probably. She looked young though, and not as domineering as professors he's had in the past ― neither of them did. Convincing himself that his trip wasn't that bad, he managed a smile as they both introduced themselves, doing his best to resist the urge to fiddle with the buttons of his coat,"i'm...Felix. I'm, uh- not in charms or anything, but it's nice to meet you both," The dark-haired boy sounded quite genuine when he spoke, though his eyes kept on flickering over to the the door, wondering when it would be opened and when he can once again disappear into the crowd. Concerned that he might come off as dismissive, Felix spoke up again, his question directed towards Jade, "What do you teach? ― uh, if you're a professor, of course..." the boy could feel his stomach do another 360°, worried that he may have been offensive.
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house: xxx

location: hogwarts great hall

mood: a n x i e t y

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life is short . . .
On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being "not at all, thank you," and 10 being "positively, absolutely, yes," if you had asked Javier Varela if he had ever seen himself attending university, he would be a solid 2 and a half. That 2 and a half was well on its way to being a straight two as he huffed at his own appearance, staring back at him from the muddled reflection of the dirty mirror of a public restroom inside a convenience store somewhere in the Greater London Area. As he brushed his hair to the side with his fingers and made sure his facial hair hadn't grown wildly out of control, he grumbled to himself in admonishment, wondering why in the hell he had deemed this a good idea.

A sharp beak nipped at his fingers and he winced, pulling his hands away from his hair and looking down irritably at the creature residing around his neck. The small feathered serpent let out a squawk that was hastily shushed, before it continued trying to bite off one of Javier's fingers to gain possession of one of his rings, most likely. "Hush, Quetzal," he chided, shooting a glance to his surroundings, double-checking that he was, indeed, alone in this-here Supersave bathroom.

With a quick glance to his watch, he realized it was quickly approaching the time in which he was supposed to be magically teleported to what had the potential to be the fanciest event he had ever attended in his life. Hopefully he looked okay--and not like he most definitely did not belong in the situation in which he was about to uncomfortably thrust himself. Maybe, he thought, if he kept telling himself that he somehow wasn't about to be the most ill-prepared university student of all time, then his thinking would come true. However, he wasn't sure any of this thinking could prepare him for the sensation of being magicked away--he still hadn't recovered from the last time he had apparated. Despite his shockingly obvious transient lifestyle, he definitely preferred more...traditional means of travel, to say the least.

He barely had time to hold onto his Occamy before he felt that disconcerting feeling in the pit of his stomach and he was ripped away from his surroundings, instantly transformed from a dingy, off-white water-closet to a beautiful castle, lit with torches and full of people dressed to the nines. Oh god. His suit was too flashy. His hair was too messy. Why had he thought this was a good idea?

However, he was not someone to let other people know his struggles. He was supposed to be the one with the sunny disposition, right? With a nervous smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, Javier made his way over to an unassuming wall and leaned against it, and before long, he was striking up a pleasant conversation with a nearby friendly painting.
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house: (head of) ignotus

location: hogwarts!

mood: havin' a good time

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running my fastest . . .
Feodor Medvedev was no stranger to stressful situations. As both an actor and a fugitive (?), he had faced his fair share of it 100 times over. So why in the hell was he so nervous? Of course, he had been looking forward to this moment for quite a while. A safe, stable job in which he got to enrich the lives of others. But who was he to tell people how to live their lives when he was living under a false name, in a country so far from home?

Oh well, the show must go on. With one final sigh, Feodor entered the area in which everyone else in this situation was awkwardly mingling around, waiting for the forced socialization to begin. The man took a moment to cast a glance over the people gathered there, from professors, some of whom he had already met, to students, looking so... young. Surely, I was never that young, he mused to himself with a small chuckle. As he adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves, his wandering eyes fell upon a professor he had not met yet, but that he hoped, upon seeing her, the two would become well acquainted. Her red hair contrasted wonderfully with her pale-colored dress, and the flowers creeping up her skirt could only identify her as the Herbology professor. While he tried to shoot her a small, friendly smile, he didn't want to interrupt the important work she was currently doing, taking care of a student who looked rather green around the gills. Later, then.

He felt a bit giddy, like the schoolboy he had never really been, as he walked over to a familiar face. A large hand clapped Cedric on the back in greeting. "мой брат! It is good to see you!" he exclaimed, before turning his attention on the two others involved in this terribly awkward encounter. Ever-oblivious, Feo carried on. "Ah, Ms. Choi, am I correct? I do recall Amelia speaking quite highly of you! Feodor Medvedev--Please call me Feo. We shall be colleagues after the night is over!" The hand not currently on Cedric's shoulder in a fraternal sort of gesture reached out to shake with hers.

And then...

Bright eyes settled on the mop of curly hair atop the head of this terribly uncomfortable student. Unfortunately, Feo mistook this unease as physcial discomfort. His thick brows furrowed. "What's wrong, мышка? You don't look very well," he commented, genuine concern taking over his nervousness as Feo had set his sights on the first student whose life he was going to enrich to the fullest.

(мой брат - my brother
мышка - mouseling (term of endearment))
. . . not from my past
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nevada
cipriano​

the musician ↴​
with/mentions: amahle & aleks////tags: erzulie erzulie and deer deer ////where: entrance hall////former school: beauxbatons////outfit: x​

Nevada heard Amahle's congratulations and just continued to grin. "Thanks," he added in a small voice. It took a lot of hard work to get to his music where it was today, and he was proud of it.

And he guessed he was staring at and worrying about Felix for too long, since Amahle caught his gaze. "He’s a friend of yours I presume?” But instead of replying verbally, Nevada just nodded. He was a friend. He then noticed how all these professors seemed to surround the poor boy and vowed to go over there soon.

He listened to her explain what she had been up to since they last saw each other."Sounds like I'm not the only one deserving congratulations. Working for some potions master? And having to choose between several?" he wondered. "Soon, you're going to become the best potioneer the world has seen." It was probably true. But the wand thing caught him off guard. "You were taught without a wand?"

Before he could inquire further, someone slammed into him, and hard. He went stumbling forward, nearly falling into Amahle before he caught himself. "What the..." he mumbled to himself and walked as whoever bumped into him just walked away. "What, no apology?" he called after the retreating figure. And now Nevada was pissed. He noticed the tattoos on the 'bumpers' arms and decided to weave that into his retort. "Did you not just see that you ran into us?" he called after Aleksandr. "Or do you have tattoos on your eyes, too?"
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luca
ybarra​

the lover ↴​
with/mentions: wednesday & bowie////tags: nymphadora. nymphadora. ////where: entrance hall////former school: castelobruxo////outfit: x​

Luca leaned back quickly in order to avoid getting smacked in the face by Wednesday or her hair when she whirled around. However, he soon recovered and a slow grin spread across his face. "Lo siento," he apologized, nodding towards Bowie in greeting as the grin was replaced by a guilty expression. "But to answer your question, Argentina is great. Was nice to be home this past month or so. But I really miss Castelobruxo and the rest of Brazil," he replied, and actually missed it far more than he'd admit. Even though he'd been finished school for a year, he'd spent most of his time in Brazil with curse breakers or magizoologists.

"It's not that chilly, honestly. You're wearing a suit as well, shouldn't that be keeping you warm?"

And Luca shook his head. "It's actually not as warm as you'd think," he said as her fingers hovered over it for a better analysis, "made of this weird, thin, silky material." He knew nothing about fashion, so had no idea what this material was called. All he knew was that it was not warm at all.

He raised a brow when Wednesday scolded Bowie in a sibling sort of way for not wearing a tie. He wasn't really tempted to ask why, but when he heard Bowie's reply of it being a long story, he nodded. No asking. Not wanting to get in the middle of a potential sibling spat, Luca busied himself by glancing around the hall they were in, taking a moment to observe his peers and those who'd be his professors.

"How's Argentina? It feels like we haven't seen you or Ezikyel in years."

Luca was brought back to the conversation by Bowie's question. "Like I told your sister, it's great, but I miss school and Brazil. It'll be cool to go back to school though, especially with my favorite primos," Since they lived in different countries, they didn't go to school together. That was about to change.

"I think the last time we saw each other was the Christmas during my last year at Castelobruxo, also known as the disaster Christmas," And it was nothing short of a disaster. He knew they were all thinking back to the destroyed kitchen and his aunt's (Wednesday's and Bowie's mother's) enraged form, then the carry-out dinner. "I thought the food tasted pretty good, though I was already high by that point, and all food tastes good to me when I'm high. But it was still a good night."
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than life [/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] The night air was crisp against Stella's exposed skin raising goosebumps along her pale arms. She made a picturesque sight poised on a large hill peering down in displeasure at a group of men attempting to wrangle anaggravated dragon. Stella couldn't recall the specific details of how her uncle and his men ended up in such a situation just that it was impeding on her family time before she was meant to leave for the ball. Absolutely maddening. Part of Stella felt pity on the men as they attempted to placate the magical beast. She wanted to help, truly, but with all the fire breathing occurring down there... Slow-healing flame burns were not something she was willing to risk on an important night like this.

After what seemed like a millennia in the making, her uncle was bolting up the hill out of breath but with a body unscathed. He grinned apologetically at his niece and scooped her up into a strong hug. She tried to hide her smile behind a crinkled nose and an exaggerated sniff of his singed hair. "You smell like a furnace." "Really? I was aiming for more of a burnt ozone direction," he retorted without hesitation making her restrained smile turn into a full-blown grin as she guffawed at him. "Oh, you're so funny." "That's what the folks keep telling me. You should hear my dragon puns, they're a fire party starter..." His face turned serious. "I'm sorry we couldn't spend more time together carrots." At the nickname given to her during childhood, Stella's chest clenched and she hugged him once more.

Stella already missed her uncle even with him right in front of her. Even as a child, when her parents were still alive, she was never alone but constantly in the presence of unconditional love and attention. And after they had passed, Stella's uncle did not hesitate to tale her into his care and become the father he never expected to be. His niece did not make the transitioning process easy on either of them but he never gave up on her and never let her be alone. When she doubted herself or fell into that dark pit of pain, he was right there in her ear letting her know she had him -that she was loved- and now she couldn't imagine being without his presence.

Still, Stella knew this was a major step for the little family and her uncle was so proud of her that she knew she could do this. If not for her, for him and all he had done for. So when her uncle apologized, she juat smiled and assured him that it was alright admist their rushed goodbyes when it became to for her to leave. She planted a quick kiss on her uncle's cheek and then ahe was at Hogwarts.

Not the type to wait around for conversation to find her, once Professor McGonagall had finished her introductory statements she decided to seek it out herself. Fortune seemed to be in her favor once her eyes locked onto a familiar face that had a smile slipping onto her lips. He was an older year student from Castelobruxo, at least 2 years or so above her but a friendly face nonetheless. What were the chances they'd apply and get into the same school?

Stella made her way over to Javier with precise steps so as not to step on the many trailing gowns in the hall. She smiled warmly at the painting ahead of her in apology and then tapped Javier on the shoulder.

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don't have to [/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] There was an instant flush of heat along Leo's face at the sympathetic feminine voice beside him. The young man lowered his chin to his chest sighing deeply in response to the offer. He should've known better than to think he'd could literally hurl around the corner and not take notice -especially when he had a knack for being caught out in every embarassing scenario possible in his life.

Wetting his pants? His classmate told the whole class. First hook-up? His mother walked in. Getting punched by his crush? His step sister cleaned his wounds. Falling off of a water slide. Everyone saw it. It was his curse. And even when he wasn't even visually spotted in the act, people always knew.

He couldn't find it in himself to ignore the woman when her voice had been so kind and empathetic in offering him the bean... Slowly, Leo lifted his head up and gave his new companion a weak smile. He wasn't certain how well a candy would settle in his now weakened stomach but still took one at her assurances that they were the good ones. If she said she had knack for it, who was he to doubt. "My quirky abilities tend to fall more in line with the being able to guess the flavors of things rather than instinctively picking them out." He added in an attempt to contribute to her socialization with him.

"I won't lie, I definitely feel unpleasantly out of sorts but I'll recover. I imagine apparating myself feel like that but worse, right?" Leo shook his head rubbing his neck. "Most people could probably handle a portkey on the first try, maybe have a little bit of nausea, but that's not the case for a guy with a history of motion sickness. I useless take treatment or try and mentally prepare myself but..." He grinned sheepishly and shurgged gesturing to the hall. "I was a little distracted for the night."

"Thanks for checking on me, though," Leo murmured picking out a bean. He stuck the bean in his mouth and gave a soft hmph of surprise. "Éclair flavor... That's not one I would've expected; guess that's the point..." Realizing that he'd been holding a conversation with the redheaded woman for a while without giving his name, Leo decided to take it upon himself to actually give an introduction. Then she'd have a name to give to the vomit boy! "I'm Leo. Leonidas Alvaro," he paused inspecting her face for a moment. "Are you a professor? I'm not entirely sure and I mean no offense in asking, truly." [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]mood — jellybeans| location — hogwarts (ball) | house — N/A | with — Ornella|mentions — N/A |outfit — suit |tags — mxlly mxlly [/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=c]@undine[/div] [class=container]height: 340px; width: 500px; padding: 10px; margin: auto; background: #7CB09F [/class] [class=image]height: 100%; width: 180px; background-image: url(https://i.imgur.com/Z3M9EVS.jpg); 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://66.media.tumblr.com/246e8bdd3d1a409179f4c910a34dc31f/tumblr_inline_pristnK7Aq1vfoo65_1280.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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house: soon,,,,

location: hell hogwarts

mood: mortified

outfit: outfit, shoes & hat

mentions: midas PixieDust PixieDust
[div class=imghover2]Elias
Ambrose
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you put something wonderful in the world . . .
Elias stumbled mentally when Midas finally turned his attention toward him.The scrutiny, no matter how amicable, seemed to be too much for the younger boy, and he did his best not to visibly wilt away from the other boy’s gaze. He’d been had. His idle compliments made him stick out like a sore thumb, and he felt a bit like a deer stuck in the headlights with Midas’ charming smirk directed solely at him.

Completely petrified, Elias mused with what to say about the brocade—whether or not he should tell the truth or shake the comment off. And that was when he realized Midas had just... complimented him? A bright dusting of pink appeared on his face and he quickly turned his attention toward the floor, scratching the back of his neck anxiously.

"Th-thanks," he murmured, and then glanced when the older boy asked his name. What was his name again? had he really just forgotten his own name because of a few nice words?? "Elias!" he blurted our, and then, much more calmly, "Sorry, er, my name. Elias Ambrose. It’s... it’s nice to formally meet you!"

Well, that had gone rather terribly. Was it too early to drop out of school yet?
. . . that was not there before
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location: hoggy-warty-hogwarts!

mood: delighted

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Ambrose
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keep your face to the sun . . .
A knowing smile appeared on Eden's face as Felicity explained her emotions. "Oh, that's quite alright," she responded politely, nodding as the professor dabbed at her tears. Once the woman in front of her had gathered herself, the compliment to Eden's dress made the blonde light up, and just as she was about to respond to the introduction, another person arrived.

She was delighted to have met two of her professors already, and for some reason the name Felicity Hart was familiar to her, but she couldn't quite pinpoint where. "It's lovely to meet you both," she began, taking all her willpower to not unitedly grab hands with both of the professors. That would be so unprofessional. "My name is Eden Ambrose, I'm studying Further Arithmancy & Divination, actually," the blonde commented with a nod toward Valentina, and then, "And I'm hoping to add Ancient Runes in my second year!" directed toward Felicity. "Ooooh, I so look forward to working with you both!"

A glance was sent to her brother, who... it seemed like was doing well enough, and then as her eyes flitted back to the two women, the swooped over a few awards & trophy cases, and-- "OH! Felicity Hart! You were Head Girl, right? I was your contemporary!" Eden's eyes shined as she gushed, excited to have remembered. In her time as head girl, she had kinda-sorta-maybe-definitely studied all of the previous head girls, daydreaming about what marvelous women they must have been. She had been so thrilled to join their ranks, and now, starting university, she was only improving the reputation of all head girls, of course.

. . . you will never see the shadows
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