A Song For The Lonely

A dedicated RP featuring Zekke, Jaren, Nadia, and Ganymede of Slytherin House @ Hogwarts - SS style.

Story Outline:

The term ended for the 5th year students Zekke, Jaren, Nadia, Ganymede, and Kay with photographs being taken while on their way home on the Hogwarts Express and contact information being exchanged. Before everyone departed to each his or her own separate way, Zekke extended an invitation to the group to visit him at his family's estate in the French countryside over the summer in hopes to extend that sense of comaderie beyond the reaches of school.

As luck would have it... his invitation got accepted.

Maybe this summer would be a song for the lonely...

Characters:

Note: All characters must post with their character information before the RP will begin.

Name: Zekke de Barticot
House: Slytherin
Year: 5th

Name: Jaren Kymers
House: Slytherin
Year: 5th

Name: Nadia Chantalona-Rey
House: Slytherin
Year: 5th

Name: Ganymede
House: Slytherin
Year: 5th

Zekke's background information can be found here:

http://www.snitchseeker.com/vb3/showthread.php?t=14972

Name: Nadia Chantalona-Rey
Hogwarts Information: Slytherin 5th year - to 6th year student. Slytherin Quidditch Team Captain and Chaser. Wand: Willow, 14 inches, Unicorn Tail Hair core. Small tampering with Fireseed powder.
Psychical Appearance: Average-to-tall girl of about 5'5'' with a fairly slim shape to play sports. If the pass-waist long hair does not get your attention, it's easy to spot her on her rather ridiculous golden-orange feathered hat and cloak. Wears glasses which are pinkish and looks like coming from a circus.
Personality Traits Notes: Average humors, collectionist of titles, no introspective knowledge, superficially emphatic, not-shown fiery in stands, weak self-restrain, often hypocritical, coward and exposed to situations-various.

The conception of this character was making it have a surprising deal of memory & observational skills, appreciative for the "present situation" as it is, yet stumbling on her feet while not knowing where she is going; with an unusual capacity to make connections within reality, yet incapable of understanding herself and other people... and I'm as incapable of describing her better for that matter .

Background: Metamorphmagus sister, bird-lover mother, Gryffindorish father, pompous plus weird cousin, four family owls, one artificial Phoenix, various parrot pets and other such facts.


EDIT: Alisa's sister says she won't be able to post until tomorrow afternoon. I think you two should start while we wait for her.
Plus I need info before I know where Ganymede and Nadia are supposed to pop in 0.0 --> Alisa can post the info when she "pops".

Name: Jaren Kymers

Age: at the start of this RP, 15--he'll be 16 by its end.

Hair: Dark brown, short and rather unruly.

Eyes: Deep green, with an unnerving intensity to them which makes it seem almost as if he is capable of slicing into your soul.

Physical Characteristics: 5'7", slim and wiry. The build of a swift fighter. Mildly tanned. Often wears a tarnished bronze key on a silver chain around his neck, under his shirt.

Wand: 13 inch Mahogany, Chimera manehair and scale.

Background: Not much known. Of Greek/Chinese descent, pureblood.

Relatives: Uncle Giles Kymers and cousin Kay Wu. Both are hardly, if ever, mentioned at all. Fate of parents unknown.

Personality: The most often silent observer to a situation. In the words of a fellow Slytherin, "Not the friendliest boy". Prefers to keep to himself rather than to sociallize--he'll leave you alone and expect you to do the same for him. Doesn't like to talk about himself or his background at all, hence little is known about him. When he does speak, there is usually a purpose behind it; not just idle conversation. Calm and cool, to the point of being cold and standoffish towards people. Tends to be impatient towards the incompetant. Few people earn his respect and even fewer he considers worthy of being his equal. He is driven by a constant ambition to become stronger, to better himself physically and mentally, hence is usually found engrossed in training himself to fight or reading about battle tactics. It also means that he tends to set himself against the impossible, or at least try. Highly independant and believes in relying on nobody but himself, though that appears to be changing somewhat in the fact that he isn't as opposed to teamwork as he was in years before. However, he's still not completely comfortable with it. Adaptable to virtually any situation he finds himself in, and quick on the uptake.

Pet: Edgar, a raven. Currently taking care of a brown hawk named Ying, which belongs to his cousin.

Edit: Steph seems to be busy, so tommorrow it seems. :-p

btw, do we start when Jaren comes, or when Nadia and Gany come (and when exactly would that be)? Plus, does it really matter?

And it starts... I've received word that Ganymede can't post until tomorrow at least, so now that I know, I'll go ahead.

Timeline:

Jaren has been visiting Zekke for a little while now and now they're about to go and pick up Nadia and Ganymede. The exact time for this is... errr... hmmm... we'll have to figure that out, 'cause I want to celebrate errrr... something.

Zekke de Barticot's 5th year as a student and third year as a student at Hogwarts (SS style, baby ) ended with as little and as much fanfare as he had predicted possible.

The Ministry had come in and done their thing and the students had done their thing and the term had ended with the announcement of the dismissal of several of the former professors at the Ball.

Despite the gravity of such news and the general sense of gloom and doom in the air, there was some spark of comaderie left, at least with a few students.

The ride back home on the Hogwarts Express had been Zekke's most memorable to date. He had ended up running into Jaren, Nadia, Ganymede, and Kay in the train and the bunch of them had spent the rest of the journey home in each other's company and had returned home with photographs as memoirs.

The companionship had made something inside of him stir and he was forced to realize that despite his somewhat cool exterior, he had an attachment of sorts to his fellow classmates. Perhaps this was friendship?

Before the train ride had come to an end, he had extended invites to them to visit him at his family's estate in France with the sincere hopes that perhaps they would take him up on that offer.

Thus, he had been delighted when he found out that Jaren would be visiting, and then later on, Nadia and perhaps Ganymede, too.

Jaren had been visiting for the past several weeks or so and Zekke found that the summer had flown by faster than a Snitch with the company of the other boy. Professors always liked to give homework over breaks to make sure the students didn't get lazy, but the two of them had been anything but lazy over the break. Chess, the muggle game of Risk, and random brainstorming sessions and had kept them fairly busy and their minds and reflexes sharp.

At this current moment several weeks into the summer break, he and Jaren were now sitting in a coffee shop, sipping drinks and waiting for the arrival of Nadia and Ganymede...

Name: Ganymede Zeusa Craft
Age: 16 (june birthday)

Appearance: She's a metamorphagus, But usually.. Dark purple short hair with matching purple eyes, A strong build, a little "thick", peaches and cream complexion, a baby doll face (thats what people tell Alisa and thats who Ganymede is based on)

Personality: A bit spontaneous, she isn't shy thats for sure. Funny, you'll know if she hates you. Like to play pranks and throw parties.

Wand: (gee.. umm) Magnolia 12 inches, unicorn hair core

Nicknames: GC, Swampgirl, Gany, "Bothersome little Slytherin Brat" (I'm not sure if thats the exact phrase Borr called me)

Other facts: She has a twin sister named Hebe Athena Craft, who has returned from Salems Witch Academy where she practiced advance magic. Ganymede is unsure of this new Hebe since her thoughts have returned to her side. (they hear eachother in their heads)

:: Ganymede walked off the bus and waited at the station for them to come get her. Since she was around muggles, her hair layed flat and brown with brown eyes. Ok, I wonder if my mirror would work here? I want to see if they are near by. She thought as she fiddled with a pin with a silver dove on it. The mirrored eye flashed in the midday sunlight. With a false look of urgency, she shuffled off to the restrooms and quickly hid inside a stall. She leaned against the stall door and took the pin off her blue sweater. I wonder if the ministry would know that I am going to use magic outside of Hogwarts? I better not risk it. She placed the pin in her flat brown boring hair and took out a cell phone. She was from a pure blood family, yet was somewhat familiar with fellytones.. well telephones. She dialed the number Zekke gave her. She waited for her dear friend to answer. ::

ooc: Alisa, we are supposed to meet them in this caffee by the look of it. Q: Do I need a color in here?


Nadia planned to meet with Ganymede at the airport - she suppossed Gany would use the plane. Then again this was Nadia's father's choice. He just prefered Muggle transportation - for some reason he deemed it safer. Yeah, like portkeying would let you fall from the hights if something went wrong. Probably it was another kind of "safe" he was refering to, Nadia razoned.

She didn't want to make Zekke and Jaren wait more, and her staying was going to be very limited by the look of it. Finally deciding they probably crossed ways and missed each other, with Ganymede, Nadia started making her way downtown.

She tried to follow the intructions on the owl she received but it didn't help that the names were in a language she didn't spoke. Moreover, she couldn't ask anyone for instruction because they all spoke (duh!) French! She was left walking down the street feeling like a complete stranger, and people were already giving her funny looks. Of course, how not to, when wearing an all green outfit with different tones of it, what she deemed as "stylish". French was supposed to be the fashion land, right? Pity she didn't have a gram of good taste.

Her coat felt uncomfortable with that little protuberance coming from one chest pocket. Not visible, only felt. As you might have already notice, she wasn't wearing her usual featherly hat. Some break for the freaked out muggles of France.

Sighing deeply, she finally found this place, after breaking in many other places with similar inscription, which had letters which most fitted the ones in the intructions. Dear, what a day. If she didn't have English as second language she could already have been taken to some exotic place in, umh, Venece...

A figure finally made its precence in a small coffee shop, where two other young students were already waiting... Trying not to seem as out of breath and relieved as she truthfully was... I mean, she could have just let herself fall over the table or break into tears while hugging the both equally space-loving boys. That wouldn't do. So instead her greating was more of a tired and yet happy,

"Hey there, time no see."

She let her bags fall with a loud "thud" noise, then smiled once more. She wondered, within other things, if this was the part of the Wizarding Community Zekke had spoken about. At this same time a cell rang somewhere.

Nadia's reaction was: startled. She gave this small 'eep' noise, her body tensed and her features looked like that of a cartoon of the 60'. She could have jumped but guess the same pouncing from Gany served as a counter-weight - as if the call alone hadn't caught Nadia's attention in itself.

Once the part of her brain who was refusing to work any faster that day made the connection between the voice and the visual-screaming dark purple hair; Nadia gave a sigh, her muscles relaxed and with this dazed yet happy smile said, "Ganymede! Hi, how are you -"

Pity that the last of the question didn't sound like it was felt. She was still under the effects of that small fright she got.

With nothing else to be said, Nadia only watched, somewhat amused and smiling at her friend's dilemma. She pondered the mastering to control her powers must be really tiring.

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With a huge smile she waited for the two young men to get up. She wanted some hugs. "C'mon! We haven't seen each other since the train about a month ago." She said pulling at Jarens upper arm, but letting go quickly understanding he probably didn't like that. ::

"Ah," Nadia uttered somewhat lost. True, she didn't even tried to. It made her look, umh, rude probably, to think that she wasn't that enthusiastic to greet her friends. Then again, the idea of following Gany's example almost completely vanished when she watched, with some more unspoken amusement, as Gany tried to force Jaren into a standing position for some reason. Ganymede was a hyper one, no doubt about that.

ooc: Excuse the weird punctuation. This comp is acting up.

Jaren noted calmly the arrival of Ganymede and Nadia, more or less on time. Thankfully nobody appeared to notice Ganymede hair change. He nodded to both of them as they approached, slightly surprised at Gany grabbing him by the arm then letting go, realizing that he did not appreciate that. He got up on his own silently with a small -Hn- noise.

A warm smile curved Zekke's lips and he nodded in the girls' direction. "They're here," he murmured, rather unnecessarily.

"Hey, guys!" The jade green eyes widened ever so slightly and he took a last sip of his tea and stood up to greet his housemates.

Now that he was out of school, all the frock and finery had been dropped - for the most part - and the raven-haired boy allowed himself to be... casual. Instead of his ivory French-cuffed button-downs, he wore a black T-shirt that had the Les Miserables logo emblazoned on it. In place of his typical black slacks was a pair of black military BDUs and well... his boots were still his boots. He still wore the black calf-high laced boots as always. His hair was tied a little looser than the usual and thus more strands of hair had escaped the hair tie.

"How was the trip? I'm guessing you didn't get too lost seeing as how you both made it here more or less on time." He grinned and shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked on his heels a bit in a relaxed fashion. The expression he wore was pleased and welcoming. His French accent was slightly more pronounced than usual, his native tongue coming to him more easily since he was in his "home" environment.

"Have a seat?" He gestured to their table which had been chosen to seat four and pulled out the other two chairs.

Nadia double-take the happenings around her, in two minds if to laugh out loud or other... then again "other" looked to be sounding as hyper as Ganymede so giggling did slip her lips from time to time. Now that the giggling had subsided, to a bearable level (enough to let her speak and yet without helping the smile), she greeted, "Jaren," for one, then "Zekke."

Quite formal for one who seemed about to laugh her lungs out. She guessed, she was just happy, as she watched the boys stood.

Nadia rubbed the back of her head in a shippish matter. "It was pure chance, that much I can tell," she responded Zekke's question. "I wasn't too sure where I was going - I think one taxi driver must still be ranting about crazy foreigns making him drive all the way to Nice and back."

Here she turned to Gany, at Zekke's invitation. "Shall we," she asked though she was moving to sit on her own already.

And once settled, feeling awkward for all there was to be said and yet not thinking of anything remotely coherent, she just settled with, "So how's your summer been?" to no one in particular.

"Errrr..." Zekke ran a hand through his hair, completely freeing his hair from the confines of the hair tie.

"It's been going well enough. Smoothly enough." He glanced at the other boy sitting beside him and the corner of his lip quirked ever so slightly and his eyes glinted in challenge.

"Then again, it's been pretty busy, too, even though we're not in school. You wouldn't believe how long one game of Risk can take." He chuckled and shook his head. "People sure can't complain about us wasting the summer away. How has your summer been so far?"

Nadia watched Zekke's movements with some curiosity. "Game of Risk, you say? It's a muggle game? Never heard of it. And who won?" Nadia asked on the presumption that there were winners in the first place, while re-positioning herself in her seat. Her eyes half-blankly went from one boy to the other, thinking of her own competitiveness, or remembering more like.

She smiled at the wasting-summer comment and question. "Ah, it's not been that much of holidays to you then?" She thought about her own situation, about what happened but then... "Mine was good enough. I've kept myself busy." She smiled again and was soon to gesture the waitress to come their way. She was feeling like having a tea.

Stalemate for most of the game. Ultimately Zekke won, Jaren replied, sitting down again (nobody appeared to be in a hurry to leave). For some reason he didnt particularly mind having lost. Playing the game and excercising his mind had been enough for him.

He was silent for the rest of the conversation about the summers, not having anything to say nor really wanting to contribute.

Nadia "oh"-ed appreciatively. "Maybe you could teach me, we could play all together," she said while her eyes again seemed to leave the scene to focus on a thought. Something that seemed to occurr way too easily lately. Actually her thoughts were going back to her last victory over-reaction. And she, undoubtly, felt like re-living it.

When she finally could kick herself back to the world of living - and, dear, wasn't it bothering to have intrusive thoughts so often? -, she looked around again. "Umh, so, I hope there's no problems with us staying then." Nadia was looking at Zekke, of course. She left like an intruder of sorts. But probably was only her, she thought as she jumped to a new so-say question. "I was hoping you could give us a tour around the place, Zekke," she added. "I don't think my walking here could be considered such. And... I've never been here before."

She added the last bit downright unneccessarily, out of nerves. Indeed, this had her all excited.

ooc: Just so everyone's on the right page... We're in a wizarding community right now. And Gany's B-day already passed! Drat! Hmmm...

Zekke nodded, inclining his head at their waitress when she held out the teapot. His teacup got refilled and he took a cautious sip.

"I might have finally won, but Jaren sure gave me a run for my money," he chuckled and shook his head. He recalled the last night of that particular game with an arching of an eyebrow. Sleep was not to be had that night and he swore that if he had had that same focus while taking his OWLs, he would have O-ed all his subjects easy.

ooc: BTW, when DO they get their results back? Over summer break, right? *grins*

"If you're interested, I'm sure we can teach you guys to play. It's a strategy board game that's been enchanted to be animated," he nodded.

Nadia's question surprised him somewhat, but then on second thought, it didn't. He shook his head slightly. "Really, Nadia, it's no bother for you guys to visit me. If you would be a bother, then I would never have invited in the first place, would I?" His green eyes were warm and his voice quiet but rich in reassurance.

His eyes caught sight of one of the cafe workers putting treats in the display window at the counter and they widened. He excused himself for a moment, then returned to the table with a napkin full of pastry samples.

"Have any of you ever had chocolate croissants before? They're almost as good as chocolate frogs." He placed the napkin in the middle of the table and took a piece of croissant.

He chewed slowly for a moment, savoring its flavor, before answering Nadia's second question.

"We can tour the town as soon as everyone's ready to. Aside from here, anything or anywhere in particular you'd like to see?" His gaze flitted between Nadia to Ganymede to Jaren. He suddenly got the image of the four of them taking the Tube to various places in his home country and had to suppress the urge to burst out laughing.

The corners of his lips quirked at the amusing images.