Hall of Candelabras If stargazing isn't your thing then maybe the ambient lighting of hundreds of floating ornate candelabras and candlesticks is more your speed. They dance about just above your head when you walk into the room, and can be summoned to your hand if you wish. The light from the candles is unusual and throws shadows up on the walls in no discernible pattern, and it seems like the shadows themselves perhaps belong to another time, as though any person who has ever stepped into this room has left a piece of their shadow behind to be thrown about by one particular candle or another. Candles can be removed from the hall, but will always return on their own accord. |
For Eva/Cole :D Dorian walked around the next corner with his notebook at the ready but what he saw made him lower the book and he stared. By far, this was the best room he had explored so far. As he took in the flying candles, he was briefly reminded of the Great Hall at Hogwarts and he felt a bit nostalgic. After a couple of seconds of looking around, Dorian began to write in his journal and drew a couple of candles next to his writing to showcase which room he was in. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to explore Beauxbaton so he would be dumb not to take any notes of his surroundings. After he was done, he decided to stay for a moment. He walked to one of the cushions and lowered himself down. He then placed his notebook next to him together with his pen and leaned back with his hands behind his head. |
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Taking a left turn around a new corridor of a floor he considered as the astro/potions floor in his head he had to stop and stare around in amazement. What was this halls purpose? It had hundreds of floating ornate candelabras lighting up the place but nothing else except for a giant cushion pile that was currently occupied by Dorian. Heading over towards the elder boy Cole called out "Hi Dorian, didn't you want to study either? What's the purpose of this hall? Stargazing?" |
Eiji! Between her prefect patrols and studying, Nettie had been making a point to explore the castle. She was bound and determined to become as familiar with the place as she was with Hogwarts - after all, who knew how long they would have to stay here? She could spend the rest of her educational career here, if that mist situation didn't get resolved. There was something...spiritual about it, too. Perhaps she felt like she was getting a glimpse at an alternate timeline she could have lived, had she gone her as her parents had originally planned. Maybe she felt connected to her family, namely her brothers, simply by roaming the halls they once roamed. Or maybe she was just nosy, because duh. That was just who she was. Her eyes widened as she stumbled in to the Hall of Candelabras. "Whooooa," she muttered, looking up at all the fixtures in awe. It was like the candles at Hogwarts, in the Great Hall, but...times a million. There were so many different types of candelabras, she could spend literally ALL day looking at them, and looking at the shadows on the wall. She was practically mesmerized. |
He wished he had taken the term at Himitsumahou. It was familiar and almost comforting there now, though no one tell his uncle that he actually enjoyed it there. Everything here was ... polished and unnaturally so. Despite how expansive the place was, more so than Hogwarts even...but that feeling likely came with the lack of harsh grey stone, he felt trapped here. More trapped that last year which was another ironic twist, one that made him feel restless and even a little reckless. Perhaps he did have some of his mum's Gryffindor blood boiling in him after all. Lost, but unwilling to admit that he was, Eiji found himself wandering in....here. To which he easily spotted Trinetta, who was looking particularly like a moth to the flame at the moment with that look on her face. "...careful not to burn yourself," he mused as he loomed near the entrance still, his black eye mostly gone now thanks to his bruise paste. Just a bit of lingering greenish hues under his eye which, actually, helped accent his hazel-greens. |
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As he looked, his thoughts were interupted by footsteps entering the room. The Ravenclaw looked over to see Cole, one of the Gryffindors staring around in amazement and he held back a chuckle. He probably had looked the same when he had first entered. When the fourth year walked towards him, Dorian mentally groaned. Nothing against the kid but he secretly wanted to be alone. But he couldn’t tell him to leave because the room was for everyone and he didn’t own the place and he had a badge now, which meant he had to be careful as well if he wanted to keep it. ”I don’t know” he said as he looked back up at the candles. ”But it is very beautiful to look at” he wondered if girls liked this kind of stuff during a date. Or was that too romantic. Sigh, he never even had a girlfriend before. Maybe he should have played along with that girl from Ancient Runes last year, what was her name again? Nina something. SIGH ”I’m planning to do my homework after i made my rounds this evening” he said as he looked at Cole again and grabbed one of the big cushions, wrapped his arms around it and threw it at him. Which was really awkward in a half lying position but he managed ”Here, sit” he said. Unless he wanted to stand of course. ”What do you think of Beauxbaton so far?” |
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Which was why when she heard Eiji's voice in the corner, she was a bit shocked at first. This hardly seemed like his scene - but then again, it seemed like something was...different about him this term. She'd witnessed him do a LOT of things she never would have thought possible of him last term. Hugging first years. Doing yoga in the rose garden. Or maybe they were both just growing up and expanding their horizons. They WERE more than half way done with their primary education, after all. Change was inevitable. Lost in her thoughts for a second, she blinked and then smiled at him when she realized she hadn't said anything yet in response to him. "I think they're charmed to not harm you," she said, although she had literally zero evidence to support this theory other than her assumption that there HAD to be some sort of safety charms in place with this many open flames around. "Your eye looks better," she noted. She'd have to be blind to not see it in class, although she'd been nice enough to not mention it up until this point. "I never got a chance to ask what happened," she added with a small smirk. Whatever it was, he probably deserved it. Hehe. |
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Rounds, oh right...Dorian was head boy Cole had forgotten. Catching the big cushion in his arms and managing to keep himself from toppling backwards he asked curiously the homework comment was totally ignored because rounds we’re more interesting. "How is it to be head boy? Why do you have to do rounds?" It sounded very adult like. Sitting down on the cushion pulling his legs up under him Cole said. "I guess Beauxbatons is all right. I miss Hogwarts and quidditch and even the ghosts and how it’s more relaxed you know? Nobody expects us to stand to attention there until the headmistress is seated. Its weird. Do you like Beauxbatons Dorian?" |
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The question about being Head Boy wasn't answered immediately. Instead, the Ravenclaw thought for a moment before he spoke. "It's a responsibility in the first place but you know, i also think that being a student leader means humility and having a presence. You have to be able to talk and listen to people without taking sides when something happens and base your decision in situations by being tough but fair. But i am still bitter that i didn't get to see the Prefect's bathroom" he ended with a huff. Hogwarts should invited him next year just so he can look inside. It was one of the places he had most wanted to see. " why you ask? wanting advice for getting the badge as well?" he was slightly grinning. Most wanted to stay away from having a badge but perhaps Cole was different. Rounds. Dorian shrugged his shoulders. It really wasn't anything special. " Just walking around and keeping an eye out for any troublemakers. And in the evenings we patrol the corridors to see if no one is going on midnight exploring" he frowned suddenly. Was it his time to walk around this evening? He needed to check his schedule when he got back to his common room. " I miss Quidditch as well" he answered back with a soft sigh. He was lousy on a broom but he always enjoyed viewing the matches and supporting Ravenclaw in the stand with the rest. "Don't let the Headmistress here you say that it is weird" he laughed as he picked up another cushion behind him and placed it on his stomach and hugged it by wrapping his arms around it. " She's very sensitive isn't she?" he added in a lower voice. "But i like Beauxbaton. I like the order and how clean and neat it is" he was the type to keep himself and his own space arranged in a systematic way. It was also why he was one of the very few who appreciated ex-headmaster Scrimgeour's methods....up until he started firing perfectly capable professors and turning a blind eye on his goons... that was when he had started to lose respect. |
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"Would be the smart thing to do," he nodded, hands slipping into his pockets as he strolled closer to one of them and ducked out of the way of another. His jaw set a little when she mentioned the eye, but made it a point not to reach up and touch it or otherwise draw more attention to it. "I brew a very effective bruise paste," he shrugged off dismissively, pointedly not acknowledging her follow up question. It didn't really matter what happened and he wasn't about to divulge into that with anyone. "So...what are you doing in here? Divination homework? Isn't there some form of it where you use melting wax?" |
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She shook her head at his question. "No, I was just exploring. Taking a break from studying and patrols," she told him. "It's fun, wandering around and seeing all the ways Beauxbatons is different from Hogwarts. And looking at similarities as well," she added. She liked to imagine what life had been like if she'd come here as well, picturing what the alternate version of her life would have been. "What about you? What brings you here?" she asked with a smile. "Not that I mind, of course. I like company," she added, not wanting to make it seem like she was upset about him joining her. She was just...shocked, twas all. |
A slow smirk crept across his face before answering her question, anticipating the exasperated eye roll that was sure to follow. "...because I had a black eye," says easily, brushing his thumb over his nose before glancing at a nearby candle. One thing he had come to accept about himself was that he tended to be the rain cloud on everyone's day...and Trinetta tended to be one of those he rained on the most. Though he would argue until he turned blue that she brought that on to herself. "...I haven't felt that inclination," he shrugged slightly as he poked at some of the wax dripping down. "...everything here feels a bit much." And he would be saying that even without this school giving him a black eye. "I actually miss Himitsumahou being here." Not about to admit he was lost, he had to think quick to come up with some sort of reason. And the only one he could think of was that stupid wax Divination he had mentioned earlier. So he couldn't use THAT...but he could build off of that. "My uncle always had us meditate in front of a flame before practice. Knew I could find some flame here and plenty of space." |
It only took Finneas several months to learn his lesson, but he had learned it! And it was carrying an umbrella around on his person at all times. Not because it frequently rained indoors, but because he had spent far too many hours picking candle wax out of his hair. And as it was, this hallway was his favorite place for a cuppa. And so he sat on a bench, one hand holding an umbrella while the other held a periodical. A tea seat floating in the air beside him, three little teacups each on a plate, a kettle filled with tea, and a small pot of sugarcubes. Ah, what a time to be alive. |
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Less populous was exactly what he needed today, staying away from the broom closet also known as his dorm as much as he could, and the library was as crowded as ever. But Gunnar had found that the Hall of Candelabras was often fairly quiet at certain times of the day, and while it was a strange little place, it was interesting and oddly beautiful at the same time. As he entered the hallway, the Slytherin prefect noticed the Muggle Studies professor already sat on a bench there. Schmoe, wasn't it? He didn't take Muggle Studies, but he was familiar enough that he knew who he was. "Hello, Professor," he nodded at the man before taking a seat on an opposite bench, soon noting the floating tray of teacups next to him. Oh no, was he expecting company? Was there a professor tea party due to arrive? Perhaps he had picked the wrong time to come here to do his homework. |
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Here's the issue with having a professor to student ratio of like 1:500million, they all know you but you certainly do not know all of them. And so he had NO idea who Gunnar was aside from a name he could assume based off the prefect badge and the boy's robes. Slytherin Prefect. There were not many of those, y'know? "Hello Mr. McCarthy," he bobbed his head awkwardly, looking at a spot just beyond the boy's right ear. "Er.... Would you like some tea?" He had a lot of it. A whole SET! Finneas gestured to the floating entourage with his wobbly, noodly arms. Ho, ho, ho. Nothing better than tea and dripping wax! The wax added flavor. Sometimes. Well, no. Not flavor. But it DID add texture and there was nothing better than chewy tea, it had a sort of je ne sais quoi . |
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Grimacing slightly to himself, he shook his head at the offer. "No, thank you, Professor. I'm good," he said politely, catching himself with a small smile. "Are you, uh... expecting company?" he asked as he began pulling some of his materials from his school bag. That's what the entire tea set was for, no? |
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"No need to be polite, Gunnar," he bobbed his head up and down encouragingly. Setting his newspaper down on his lap, he then reached up to grab one of the teacups. The teacup, if you will. "Please th-they will go to waste otherwise." He leaned over awkwardly and offered him the cup. Company? "Oh no," he shook his head. As if the idea was entirely preposterous. "Just me!" He paused for a moment. "Are you expecting company?" Because unfortunately this bench was only so long and Finneas really did want to sit here during the free period. |
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Gunnar tried not to grimace as he reached to take the teacup from the man's hands. "Uh, of course... thank you, Professor." So polite, and he even took the tiniest sip, making sure he didn't ingest any wax. Was it just him or did the candle wax give the tea an odd taste? He set the tea and saucer down next to him. Just... him, and with all that tea? Huh. "No, I'm not," he answered with a small slight shake of his head as he pulled a textbook to his lap. "I was just going to do some homework." |
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He blinked a few times, watching as the Prefect lifted a textbook to his lap. Was this meant to be a sign that Finneas ought to leave him be? If it were one of those, it went entirely over the Professor's head. He was no good at those thing, you know? Social cues. Straight over the head and into the cauldron shaped lake! Ho, ho, ho! "This is a very odd place to do homework, Mr. McCarthy." Candle wax could drip onto his textbook. That's why Finneas had an umbrella to cover his periodical. It would be a real shame to get candle drippings onto his paper. Just as he had the thought, some candle wax plopped into another one of the teacups, causing tea to plop out and fly through the air. Finneas was blissfully unaware. |
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