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Rose Garden The pride of Beauxbatons is the large, elaborate rose garden that sits within its larger park. These are magical roses that bloom all year and can be smelled long before you get here. Recently, the garden has been under construction and now it's even better than ever. Come, take a stroll, smell the roses, get lost in nature--once you've gotten your homework done. While here, you're asked not to pick the roses. Yes, they're tempting. Yes, they'll charming. No, they don't belong to you. Headmistress Desmarais has taken a special interest in these roses and has placed charms on them. They will attack any who make any attempts to displace them. |
For Suzy! This entire castle was... fancy. Incredibly fancy. Dress up in your nicest clothes and still look shabby, fancy. And Iclyn wasn’t sure she liked that. She had gotten up two hours early and had done her make up and made sure there wasn’t a hair out of place.. And yet she still felt like she was barely worthy of the floor she was walking on! The blonde was waiting near the entrance of the Rose garden for Bastian, they had agreed to take a walk just after they had gotten to school, but since it was late the previous day, this was the only time they could do it! She smoothed down her robes and patted her hair back into place, making sure the high bun had no strands coming down from it. This place was perfect and she needed to look perfect as well. If only she had some silken robes too! At least all of this had taken her mind off her family and Bastian.. couldn’t blame a boy for not liking her, if she wasn’t even worthy of the Beauxbatons floors. Meh.. she gently kicked at some grass as she waited. |
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He noticed Iclyn pretty quickly upon entering the rose garden. She was facing the opposite direction of his approach, and hadn't seen him yet. "Merlin," he whispered with a sigh. Could she be more pretty? His stomach flipped and heat rose to his cheeks. He could tell she had put extra time into her hair and make up today. She seriously didn't need it...plus it was making him even more nervous to hang out with her. But he would play it cool...He had to. With a sneaky grin, he snuck up behind her quietly, and yelled, "BOO," while simultaneously squeezing her sides with his hands, before quickly letting go and getting out of the way of any possible flailing. |
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“AAAHHHHHHHHHHH.” Came the shriek as someone snuck up behind her and yelled while squeezing her sides! She instantly flailed and shrieked and then groaned as she saw who it was! “Bastian!” She said as she put a hand on her heart! Merlin! She felt like she was going to pass out from fright and from seeing him suddenly! Despite the fact that he had just scared the living heck out of her.. sparkles still sprang up around him.. and she had to stop herself from getting heart eyes! “Merlin.. I think I need to sit down after that.” She groaned out as she shook her head as she looked up at him. Why was he so cute? Why did she constantly want to hug him? It wasn’t fair! |
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"Oh," he said wiping the tears from his eyes, "that was amazing." He said breathing heavily and chuckling. He was definitely going to have to find more fun ways to scare her if it was that adorable. Panting he went over and stood next to her, "I'm sorry...you were looking so cute and just standing there waiting and you hadn't seen me...I just had to." He said with a huge please-forgive-me grin. He hoped she wasn't mad...it was just the perfect opportunity. Merlin, she was beautiful. |
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She watched as Bastian nearly doubled over laughing at her and she kept one hand on her heart, while the other was on her hip. Merlin! He had nearly given her a heart attack and he was laughing!! “Well I’m glad you liked it, you are lucky you didn’t get hit when I flailed! ” She exclaimed as she finally cracked a smile! She couldn’t help it, she loved seeing him smile, after last year it was time to see it again! She looked up at him as he wiped his eyes and came to stand next to her, she bumped him gently with her hip, as he spoke and gave her a heart stopping smile that made her insides melt and her eyes lit up for a moment. He was so cute! He looked sometimes like an overgrown puppy she just wanted to snuggle Besides it was hard to stay mad at a boy that was full on sparkly! “You are forgiven! But only.. cause it’s you.” Anyone else and she would have pushed them into the roses and ran for it.. but not him. |
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He chuckled when she bumped his hip with hers as he stood next to her. He was glad to see she wasn't upset with him. He just couldn't resist. Plus, seeing her not trying to be perfect in this fancy school for a moment made him happy. She was perfect without trying...she didn't need to change herself for this school. "Well, thank you. I'm glad you have forgiven me. I would have gotten down on my knees and begged you if you hadn't." He said with a grin, giving her a wink, before giving her the best puppy dog eyes. "Oh, please forgive me, Icy, please." He batted his eyelashes and gave her the best sad face ever. Of course, he was trying not to laugh the whole time. |
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Well maybe if he got down on one knee... O_O Chill Iclyn she reminded herself as she smiled as he gave her puppy dog eyes. “Maybe I should have held out a bit to have gotten the begging. ” She said with a bit of a smirk up at him, but at that face.. she shook her head and took her hand and pushed his face gently away. “Stoppppp, I forgive you! I can’t take the look!” She said as she started giggling. |
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Then her hand was in his face and he had a huge urge to lick her hand...but he refrained, and raised an eyebrow and gave her a smirk instead. "So the puppy look works.......goood to know." He said, as a mischievous grin replaced the cheeky smirk. Man...he loved flirting. It was just so much fun! "But I am glad you forgive me." He said, giving her the biggest smile in his arsenal. Her giggle was the best sound in the whole world...and he was a musician. "Okay...so...shall we go for our stroll? Or do you want to continue to be scared out of your wits and forgiving me?" He said with a cheeky grin while waggling his eyebrows. |
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She felt weak in the knees when he smirked at her like and she wanted to run a hand through her hair, but since it was up in a bun, she fiddled with the sleeves of her shirt instead. “Yes, but don’t use it against me, I’m weak.” She said as she smiled and nudged him again with her hip as she looked up at him, she really was a bit weak around him. The boy sparkled when he smiled, how was she supposed to defend about that? “Of course I do, you are one of my only friends in this place, what would I do without you?” She asked with a soft smile. Besides Zach and Cain, she didn’t have many people left, and there was only him who knew what happened to her parents. Gahhh the eyebrow wiggle, the wide smile, the human version of a puppy next to her was lucky she was still on her feet! Everything was hazy and sparkly and did she have heart eyes? “Hmmmm? ” She said with a dazed voice before she blinked. “Oh! Yes! Lets go for our walk now. ” She said with a warm smile up at him. Merlin she needed to keep it together. |
Yoga in the Rose Garden timeline Early and with an ornate box housing some additional purple yoga mats floating along side him, Mathys arrived at the rose garden and surveyed the roses while musing to himself as to which of the students would disregard the warnings and attempt to pick rose. Hopefully no one from his house, but there were a few unruly ones who he wouldn't put it past. Lowering his hand, the box that had accompanied him gliding downwards until it touched the grass, the Care of Magical Creatures professor took another moment to examine the perimeter and rubbed his neck. While mostly healed by this point, he was still sporting a light bandage as a bit of superfluous precaution. Though a warranted one considering who he had received it from. His strong, coarse, hand massaged the back of his neck a moment before rubbing his shaved head and rolling his shoulders. Yoga had already been a part of his morning rituals, though not in this setting and most certainly in the privacy of his chalet, so this was a welcomed addition to his afternoon. Once he looked beyond all the marking he had to do between both student bodies. Stretching and flexing his arms a bit, he waited for the others to arrive. Keenly aware of the passage of time and quite eager to begin. |
Yogaa :) The little redhead eagerly made her way out of the castle with determination in her eyes. She had heard there was going to be Yoga held in the Rose Garden and she was very excited to partake in this activity, because her mother was a fan of yoga and she'd always wanted to try it. According to her mother, yoga was something she liked to used to center herself and helped her to concentrate on her breathing to keep her thoughts focused if she was rather cross about something. She eventually made her way into the Rose Garden where the class would be taking place and her eyes were widened at the beauty around her. Faye had heard rumors of how beautiful the Rose Garden was, but those rumors did not do it any justice! She took in a deep breath of the beautiful aroma protruding her nostrils with a smile. After enjoying the sweet smell for a few moments, she took notice that she was one of the first to arrive apparently for yoga, but from the looks of it, Professor Nostredame would be leading it! The little badger smiled brightly as she approached him before speaking with a polite bow, "Hello Professor Nostredame.." She couldn't help adding, "I look forward to trying to do yoga with you!" Would she be good at it....not a clue, but there was only one way to find out! And that when she caught another glimpse of his neck again, eyes immediately settling on the light bandage covering his wound. "I hope you're healing well Professor.." She was still very curious to know what happened, but did not feel it was appropriate to ask him this... |
You know who wasn't graceful enough for yoga? Finneas Schmoe. He was the exact opposite of graceful enough for yoga. But alas, he was bound by the moral obligation of being a Professor. He did, however, dress like an athlete with the thought that if he looked like he knew what he was getting himself into, then maybe it'd actually look like he knew things. Yoga things. This is how yogis dressed right? With yellow sweatbands across their foreheads. Totally. AnYwAy. He pulled up his socks as he drew near, giving the first few to arrive a nervous wave. "Mathys," he blinked a few times too many before settling near him and the small student with the red hair. Should've brought his fidget spinner to pass the time. Alas, lost opportunity. |
yoGARRr Had Kaiser seen the noticeboard? Yes. Had he paid much attention to what he was looking at? Uh... no. Not really. Mostly he scanned it for anything that applied to him, and then promptly forgot the rest, because there was no point retaining useless information. Maybe the fact that he'd seen something about the Rose Garden and this day and this time had stuck somewhere in the subconscious part of his brain, though, because one of Kaiser's aimless wanderings had brought him... here. ... Oh. Kaiser stopped dead in his tracks, hands in his pockets. He looked between de Nostredame and Schmoe, specifically looking at... what they were wearing. He, by the way, simply had on his regular ratty old jeans-and-long-sleeved-t-shirt get-up, which generally made him feel further out of place here at Beauxbatons, but it wasn't like he had a whole lot of choice. Anyway "Uh..." He looked between the professors. Kaiser wasn't one to judge someone's clothing but they did look like they were prepared for something in particular. "I hope I am not... interrupting anything." Oh, there was a first year here too. Well. That made Kaiser feel slightly less awkward. Very slightly. Hello, first year. |
Ask anyone who even remotely knew him and they would confirm that the chances of Mitchell Barlow EVER partaking in yoga was as likely as the existence of a four-sided triangle. And yet…… here he was. He had considered feigning sick but apparently this was compulsory and quite frankly, Desmarais frightened him slightly. Dressed in his usual drab, brown robes, he made his way to the designated yoga-ing zone in the rose garden. And that's when he noticed his colleagues. Cue furrowed brows. Despite his very bizarre, very baggy trousers, de Nostredame looked every bit like he’d just stepped out of a poster of a teen witch magazine and Schmoe…… well, Schmoe was wearing what he could only assume was a professional yoga kit. “Didn’t realise there was a dress code,” he expressed defeatedly, adjusting his bogey green bowtie. Maybe this meant he could sit out. |
Yogaaaa The only thing that Jillian saw in the noticeboard is the word yoga and she's absolutely sold already. Naturally she is excited doing this, changing into a much more comfortable ensemble she made her way to the Rose Garden. She has passed by this place a couple of times before, thankfully. Entering the garden the first person that caught her eye is Professor Schmoe, quirky as ever. Next to him is the gorgeous man, the last time she has seen him was during the opening feast and he was injured. Although from the looks of it, he's all patched up and ready to do some yoga. Professor Barlow is looking rather academic with his bow tie and brown robes. Will he be participating as well because he might not be comfortable in it. "hello professors" she said smiling at the three of them. Uhmm............ Cue in her awkwardness. She tried looking around and spotting some of her school mates. Well for now there was only 2 of them. She walked towards where they were standing and joins them. |
@ Barlow but mentions for almost everyone Yoga = Yoyo if you squinted hard enough. This was the joke Yoyo had had slinging around her brain all morning long. She'd attend to a conversation, or a lecture, or a something and then, suddenly and without meaning to the phrase would float right into the middle of her head and the first year would end up grinning all silly-like without meaning to. so, to say she was pleased as she walked into the rose garden that morning was an understatement. Dressed in some powder pink harem pants and a matching pink tank top, Yoyo felt more like Jasmine than a yoga-star. She waved at the Professors, beaming in turn at Mathys, Schmoe, and Barlow. "Bonne après-midi! Good afternoon!" Yoyo said, hailing the teachers in both languages. Any chance she got to practice her French- even a tiny bit of it- was a chance Yolanda Uma Luna was happy to take. Where to sit? Now that was the question! Yoyo liked Professor Schmoe a lot so far but he looked really nervous, like really, really nervous and it was making her feel nervous so he was out, Mathys looked about as inviting as an acromantula... Which left (plenty of spaces everywhere) the seat by the one Professor Yoyo thought the most interesting. "Hello, Professor Barlow!" The Hufflepuff grinned, taking up the mat beside him and settling into Easy Pose. "Have you ever done Yoga before?" He was going to have a hard time of it in his robes. There was Faye, her roomie- Yoyo waved at her from her seat- and then there was that tall German boy who'd sat with her and Phoebe, and Cece, and Teddy in Herbology, He didn't get a wave, but Yoyo did smile at him. She hoped her friends would be here soon. |
Ah yes. There they were. The arrival of the Hogwarts professors was preceded by the stench of bad taste. So much so that Mathys' nose twitched and he covered it immediately with one of his hands as the young Fashion, however, was another story. Schmoe. His name was as sloppy as his exterior, leaving Mathys to hope that at least the man's personality had some redeeming qualities. "Professor Schmoe," he greeted with a slight bow from the waist, one arm tucked along the small of his back. Did these Hogwarts professors truly greet one another by first name in front of their students? How unprofessional. He was feeling far too tongue in cheek to be able to take Professor Barlow's greeting with anything but disdain. "....are you comfortable and able to move in zose..." Rags? "....robes?" Mathys had been able to remove his fingers from plugging his nose by now, at least. "Bon après-midi, mademoiselle," he greeted the another young girl [nicole black] who approached the small group, Mathys' offering each [hjhm] as they arrived the same courtesy he had their professors in a slight bow at the waist. Though the disheveled appearance of the young man [Felixir] was not what concerned the Care of Magical Creatures professor (tattered jeans were a superior fashion statement to his professor's take on acceptable fashion). No, it was the clueless nature of the boy that had him perplexed. "You are interrupting nothing. We have not yet started," Mathys assured him, though ignorance and unobservance would not excuse him from participation. Not that he was already here. But no. He was not here to lead this afternoon exercise. Not unless his headmistress was about to surprise him with this information. |
So. Yoga. Yoga wasn't really his thing but if he had to do any kind of exercise, this seemed like the one for him. It was quiet and peaceful and only including stretching. They weren't expected to fly or run or do any of the intense things that he would've tried to keep away from. So this wasn't going to be toooooo bad, right? Wrong. Dressed in a loose t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms, Lucas wandered into the Rose Garden. It was nice, really. Pretty, even. His green eyes moved over the garden as he walked through it, taking in as much of its beauty as he could. But it wasn't long before his eyes found another form of beauty and he...... stopped. Still. Right there. Uh? No one told him Professor Nostredame was taking this class?? Oh merlin oh merlin, how was he supposed to concentrate now?! That familiar heart-thumping feeling was back, which, once again, had very little to do with nerves. His cheeks started to burn and his breathing was..... well. It oddly felt like the air had been sucked out of the area around him. But he was outside?? Yeaaaaah, he was confused. Breathe, Dakest, breathe. He didn't know how long had gone by but he eventually found himself walking forward again. "Hello, Professors," he said, smiling at the three of them. The tinge of pink was still on his cheeks as he tore his eyes away from "Hey, Jillian!" Smile for her too- ........ Wait. What was Schmoe wearing?! |
If Carsyn was being totally honest, yoga was much too TAME of an exercise for the fourth year and yet also NOT because she was well aware of the benefits. If there was to be a quidditch this year, this would certainly help ensure she was limber enough. Also, it was taking place in the Rose Garden, which even though she knew it wasn't named after her, how could Carsyn Rose not show up at a place with her surname? But see unlike her professors, the fourth year athlete knew appropriate yoga dress code. Which included walking from the Papillonlisse Common Room barefoot cause shoes were not needed for yoga, unlike quidditch. She was carrying some trainers with her, just in case the off-chance "Hiya!" she said enthusiastically, approaching the garden. Also no, she didn't have a yoga mat; that was beyond her scope. Carsyn moved to standing beside Jillian, cause she didn't see her sister yer and she knew Jillian to be only a year older, although she hadn't interacted with her much. |
Oh, there was one of the first years. The floating one. Kaiser remembered. He did smile back, mostly out of politeness, privately glad that she hadn't used their not-even-an-introduction in Herbology as an excuse to start talking to him. Not that he had anything against her, or Hufflepuffs in general, or first years in general, but he really didn't know how to talk to kids without essentially treating them like very short adults. Aaaaaanyway. The Beauxbatons professor then. Kaiser nodded slowly when he spoke, as if he suddenly understood. He didn't. He didn't understand at all. "I see." He did not see. Well, he saw some things, like the increasing number of people who were arriving, some dressed in everyday clothes, others looking more like they were dressed specifically for something. But what? Kaiser frowned slightly, trying very hard to remember if he'd seen or heard any announcements recently concerning the Rose Gar-... Oh. Oh wait. Oh no. The yoga thing. That's what this was. Now that he thought about it, Kaiser distinctly remembered the notice, and thinking about how Nova would probably be all over something like this. Kaiser was not Nova. He started backing away like he'd just stumbled upon a particularly angry snake. "You all... have fun." Without him, yes. |
Twinnie, plus mentions of Lucas, Schmoe and Kaiser lol Upon seeing the notice on the board, Carys had been of two minds about yoga. Not so much about the idea of intermingling with the Beaux students, as she’d been trying to occasionally do that in their borrowed common room with mixed results. Namely, she wasn’t entirely sure if she’d managed to convince them of her completely genuine intents. Plus, there was still the temptation to just speak Welsh the next time one of them pretended they didn’t understand her. Her main reason for being torn about it was the matter of Quidditch. She didn’t mind yoga. She occasionally had tried doing it on her own before, as it weirdly did help her with her chaser skills. But she was worried that the professors thought it would take the place of her preferred exercise. Either way, it was a relatively optimistic Hufflepuff who made her way down from the third floor and out into the gardens, ready for any form of exercise in her loose top and shorts, completed with a pair of black Converse on her feet just to protect them on her walk to the garden. Arriving shortly after her sister, she tried to hide a smile at seeing exactly what Professor Schmoe thought was appropriate yoga attire. At least she had managed to stop the giggle, and it was easy to turnthe smile in Lucas’ direction as she’d passed the Gryffindor boy on her way to claim a spot on the opposite side of her sister, settling in on her yoga mat after nudging her twin to hand over a replicated on she’d brought with her. It paid to be prepared, after all. Which apparently that older Slytherin boy wasn’t, as she watched him backing away. |
Mingling with the Hogwarts students? Aesha could think of thirteen better ways to spend her time. She did, however, enjoy yoga and there were other incentives for attending today's session. With that in mind, the sixth year made her way to the Rose Garden, looking around for any sign of Lars and the others. Unfortunately it appeared that she was the first to show and though it did bother her, she still made her way towards the group that had formed. They were late. Typical. Aesha didn't bother with silly greetings, but she did offer a smile to her Professor [Mathys de Nostredame]. |
Every time. Every. Time. Giselle approached the others in the garden, well dressed as always and more recently scowling as always. About 75% of the time, it was because she happened to see what some of the Hogwarts Professors were wearing. Was there no occasion in which they made an effort? What was that Schmoe man? Who had dropped him on his head? Was it his mother? Was this who Giselle owled her therapy bills to? Barlow, while not Schmoe, was hardly better. It took a great deal of effort to force a smile onto her face as she continued her approach, her mind filled with the horrifying idea of any of these children PLUCKING her dear roses. Quote:
That smile she'd forced on somehow tightened until her very cheeks hurt. "You 'ave to look where you are going, mon cher. You'll bump into ozers if you keep zhis up." Tight voice too? .....No......hardly........definitely. Did no one from this school know how to do anything right? Giselle eased the boy away from her before going to stand by her fellow staffer. "Mathys. Aesha." Her tone was not nearly as....ahem....pointed....when she greeted her own but her attention quickly returned to the Hogwartians. "Remember!" She urged, doing her best to hide the minor panic. Where this lot was, trouble surely followed. "I know my roziz look très magnifique BUT you are not to pick zhem! Non! No picking! Zhere are charmz in place and if you try anyway," Because they were unruly, afterall, "You will 'ave dezerved everysing zhat happens after." It was more than fair warning. Any subsequent electrocutions would be on them. Her students knew better. |
Yoga was one of many things Malachi Neil Trent did not care for. Exercise and wellness were great but he'd always believed he could achieve those things without contorting his body and falling asleep trying to "clear" his mind. Did he say any of this to Desmarais? Definitely not. This was her idea of bonding and if this was how she wanted to go about suing for peace, then he would be supportive and take his side of the castle's current residence to this little....friendly....event.....thing.... What was this again? Just food and yoga and getting along? Did he need to remind his students about good behaviour? Probably not. Not with Giselle around to constantly be a reminder. That woman could have really benefited from one of Noble's calming draughts. She needed to Re-L A X. Malachi kept his gaze fixed on the roses while he got closer to the group. Why? So he could pretend not to see what his staff were wearing. If he could just pull off telling the Headmistress that he had no idea what she was talking about when she confronted him about it later before excusing himself, there would be some peace. Sure, he'd caught a glimpse but never fear, he'd looked away soon enough to be able to plead plausible deniability. "We about ready to get this thing started?" |
Yoga! :D Yoga. Near the rose garden. There was no way she would be passing this up. This was her year. She had cut back on which lessons she would be taking this term and next term for her NEWT exams and was keen on having a much more relaxing term. If it wasn't related to her studies, quidditch or could help her with her future goals it wasn't going to happen. Maybe. Probably. This was Rylee after all and she ALWAYS managed to take on more than she could handle or originally planned. There was nothing bad about yoga though. It was meant to help one relax and focus, loose sight of all the stress. A perfect way to kick off a new less stressful term. The energetic lioness was here and she was ready to go. With her long ginger locks pulled back into a french braid, black and purple yoga clothing on (okay so it was more or less her workout clothes but it worked all the same) and a comfortable pair of trainers on her feet there was nothing else she needed. Joining the group, Rylee smiled warmly. "Good afternoon, Professors, Headmaster. Everyone else." Yes, she might not have know 'everyone's' names but she felt it best to include them all in her greeting. |
Mention of Lucas, Jillian, Aesha but mostly Carys & Carsyn... They we're doing yoga not quidditch, but yoga to bond with the french students. Cole was eager to attend, but he wasn’t sure about the yoga they we’re going to do. It seemed a bit out of sorts. He understood the relaxing concept of both body and mind, but couldn’t meditation do that for you better, like how his auntie Laurel did it? Anyway, dressed in trainers, a t-shirt and loose athletic pants the blond fourth year headed down to the rose garden. Approaching the group in the garden some minutes later he waved to some of his peers that he spotted like Lucas and Jillian before Cole out of habit went over to stand beside his cousins mumbling "Hi Carsyn, Carys! Have I missed anything? It hasn’t started yet right?" Gesturing to the french girl (Aesha) with dark hair and eyes he asked in a whisper. "Who is that?" |
hi hi hi /^3^/ lucas, a bit of kaiser, the twins, cole And so the waiting game begins. They have to wait until majority of the people has arrived. Jillian stood there with the other students for now, possibly making weird eye contact towards them. Oh wait, this is about making friends with the Beauxbaton people right? Oh please, no. She barely understands what the tall professor says half the time. Anyway, she'd rather just do this yoga on the ground. Approaching her was Lucas, smiling and waving at the Gryffindor. "Hi Lucas" she greeted. She remembers Lucas from the opening feast where they exchanged conversations for the first time... Thank Merlin, a familiar face. And in comes another familiar face, Carsyn. She smiled back at her "hello" and wow. "You're ready for yoga" she chuckles softly. Well, her outfit is very spot on. Her eyes redirected to the guy (Kaiser) who was slowly backing away from the crowd. Is he alright? Spotting a familiar face--- A look-a-like. Whoah... ..................... uhhhhh. Wait, there's two of them. Her eyes went back and forth at Carsyn and Carys. She's not being weird at all. Nope. Not at all. "H-Hi" she said to the other twin. Greeting her as well with a smile. The next people to arrive were a few of the beauxbaton people, ugh. AND Headmaster Trent. Then here comes Cole as well. Jillian also remembers him from the opening feast. |
Any disdain the Papillonlisse Head of House may have been feeling went straight over Mitchell’s head. It wasn’t just yoga that wasn’t his thing, neither were social cues. He took the question very literally and gave the lower half of his robes an experimental swish. “They’re quite airy actually.” The trousers he was wearing underneath however, not so much. He’d owned them since a wedding he attended in 2092 and it was safe to say they fit way more snug than they had that day. Speaking of trousers, he was about to comment on de Nostredame’s very peculiar pair but quickly grew distracted by the arrival of a pair of headteachers and a tiny Hufflepuff who chose the spot beside him. As far as he was aware, yoga was simply stretching and breathing. He was always having to stretch and crack his bad back after his daily afternoon power nap and obviously he was always breathing, so to answer her question. “Technically speaking, I suppose we all have.” |
The Beauxbatons air, as frustrating as it was, agreed with Ayana. She found that her skin really took to the Pyrenees, especially now before deep winter set in. She liked the exquisiteness of the palace, and she liked the sense of calmness. Perhaps a show, trying to impress the guests, but she appreciated it nevertheless. Approaching the rose garden - très magnifique indeed - she adjusted her stretchy faux jeans and shirt, and noted that she was clearly in the minority of genuinely liking yoga from the looks of her colleagues. Hmm. She couldn't help a small smile at Finneas, but did successfully conceal her look of amusement as she took in Mitchell. "Perhaps without the bowtie? It'll just get in your way," Ayana quietly stated to him as she breezed by, and nodded her greetings towards staffers and students alike. The Arithmancy professor wasn't sure she liked some of the students' outfits either, now that she took a proper look at them, but she didn't want to single her people out in front of Desmarais. Trent might have an aneurysm, by the looks of him. Now, where were Simran and Carmine? |
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Arrogance? Confidence? Call it what you will but this Bellefeuille had bucket loads of it as he sauntered his way through the small crowd, decked head to toe in expensive, baggy athletic gear. Yoga wasn’t exactly his preferred method of exercise but there were plenty of other reasons to show his face today. He had a keen eye out for the reason top of his list but when none of the Hogwarts girls instantly caught his attention, he instead took up the spot beside Aesha. Lucky you, Aesha. “Need me to help you warm up, Amin?” |
"Hellooooo, everybody. Headmaster. Headmisstress." They got their own special nods because she assumed that was part of their paygrade. And also because she was quite entertained by the entire look on Malachi's face. The man looked ready to wet himself. Poor child. SIMRAN SANDHU WAS HERE TO DO YOGA. And she was up pretty early today too. So many miracles in the space of one day. Truly, the news that they would be doing a yoga session out on the grounds was possibly the first bit of truly wonderful news that Simran Sandhu had heard all term. She loved Yoga. Adored it with everything in her. Forced the occasional student to join her in her sun salutation if they happenend to be on the Astronomy Tower Patch at Hogwarts in the mornings. Yoga. What a lovely thing, really, that made your whole body feel swishy but also really firm at the same time. Like a tree. Not that she was at all interested in the being healthy bit. She was plenty healthy. Healthy and spry and her current diet (including a great deal of sweets) had served her well these last eighty-five years. She would do Yoga, yes, but over her dead body were Brussels Sprouts going into her mouth. She shuddered at the thought, and then used the momentum to give her limbs all a good shake. Shakey shakey. Everything loose and limber? Fabulous. Where would she put her yoga mat? Ah, there was Ayana. That was a good spot. Yes. That would do nicely. |
Know what this reminded him of? S.O.R.E. What had Eiji done back then? He had absolutely skipped and simply brewed the appropriate boil pastes after the fact to deal with the side effects. Did Eiji have every intention of doing that again? Absolutely. Was he able to? Absolutely not and that was all because one Nina Castillo wouldn't permit it. So, begrudgingly, the fifth year had dragged himself out of the broom closet and down to the rose garden that he had already become acquainted with previously. The proof? Just take a look at his black eye that he HAD been brewing a bruise paste for in the common room before Nina had interrupted him and forced him to come here and participate. How was he supposed to know that the simple desire of collecting petals and thorns for his organic ingredients storage would result in a floral assault? To no one's surprise, Eiji Rasting hated everything. Greeting precisely no one, the Slytherin took to a spot in the back of the crowd along the perimeter of everyone and side-eyed the rose bush nearby that he was SURE somehow remembered him based on the way it was swaying. Rolling his eyes, he stretched his long and gangly limbs a bit. His long sleeve shirt and tracksuit bottoms were a bit...shorter than he recalled them. Must have had a bit of a growth spurt. |
Noble entered the rose garden in his usual formal robes, without the slightest inclination to partake in the exercise. A certain Paul Myers had tried on many an occasion to get Noble to practice that ludicrous form of contortion, and if the old man and close friend had failed during their time together at Hogwarts and since, no Frenchman (or woman) was ever going to to convince him. There were plenty of less ridiculous physical activities. Sure, the French were hardly known for their cricketing ability...but the Headmistress could've opted for a nice game of boules in the afternoon sun instead. That would have been most pleasant with some refreshments on the side. "Bonjour tout le monde," he greeted generally as he reached the gathering area in the rose garden, before greeting the two heads individually. "Madam, Headmaster." Not that he was entirely sure that the Headmaster had heard him, the way his attention was so fixedly on the roses. Regardless, he was hardly here for a conversation - there were plenty less awkward spots for such things - and he followed one Eiji Rasting towards the back of the gathering. He figured it'd be a good location to keep a close eye on proceedings. And talking of eyes...Noble had noticed that black eye the Slytherin was sporting, and he coughed to get the boy's attention. "I suggest you get some bruise paste on that before dinner," Noble advised. He doubted the Headmistress would find it fitting in the grandeur of the dining chamber. |
Naturally, Kaiser had backed up right into the path of the Beauxbatons headmistress. Naturally, naturally. He blinked and looked around at the woman. She didn't intimidate him - Kaiser was not very easily intimidated - but he did want to avoid overtly ticking her off, especially when so many Hogwarts staff were present too. "Oh. Je suis désolé," he said, slipping into French for his apology. Couldn't hurt, right? Speaking from experience, when you were in another country, people seemed to prefer that you adapted to their language. And, well, it was probably a good idea to not make unnecessary waves. So, no backing away then. Now that Trent was also here, meaning both Heads were present... could Kaiser still leave? Had he even been allowed to leave in the first place? Would it be considered rude? He thought it might be, especially since this whole thing was - as far as Kaiser could remember - all about interaction between the schools. Dilemma, then, because Kaiser didn't want to show Trent up by being all impolite, especially right in front of him, but he also didn't want to do yoga. He really didn't want to do yoga. In the end, Kaiser didn't try to leave again. He instead sidestepped around the gathered staff and students, and came to a stop near Professor Noble at the back of the group. He didn't look prepared to take part, and Noble always struck Kaiser as the sort of man to be prepared for whatever he was doing. Kaiser was going to bank on that, and hang out over here, as if lingering near the Potions Master excused him from the activity. "... Hello." Don't mind me. |
Finneas was doing his usual uncomfortable awkward, arm wiggling thing as everyone began to flow into the garden. He returned waves (albeit, awkward ones) to those students who chose to greet him. Giving Barlow and awkward chuckle in response to his dress code comment. Because as more and more people came in, it was apparent that Finneas was sticking out like a sore thumb. Kind of like the thumbs up he just gave to the Headmistress. How come she always looked like she smelled a dead opossum every time she looked his way? Was that a French thing.... Or? AnYwAy. Any distaste she or Mathys had for him went swiftly over his head. There were more important things to attend to anyway. Like WARMING UP. He made his way to the very back of the group, before doing just that. Jogging in place, the ultimate warm up. So he began raising his knees ALL the way up as he did so. This is how you warmed up for yoga, right? Wouldn't want to bust anything. Ha ha ha. Did he look a little bit like one of those basilisk lizards? Yeah. Yeah, there was some resemblance. |
He was late. He wanted to be anywhere BUT there, but as staff... he felt obligated. Sure, Piers usually hosted health and wellness meetings of his own, but never yoga. Yoga was weird and very stressful instead of relaxing, which was what most people told him it was. He hadn't figured it out yet. Not sure what one was supposed to wear to a yoga class, Piers just showed up in some exercise sweats. And when he did show up, he slipped into the back of the group next to an alarming pair of shorts that he momentarily mistook to be residing on a teenager. That was no teenager. "Nice shorts, Schmoe," he said casually, starting some warm up stretches. |
Airy. "Zen I suppose you will be fine," he replied dryly to the Hogwarts Transfiguration professor. Though he knew house elves who were more sophisticated in their choices, Mathys would disregard his want to reform the aesthetics of Professors Barlow and Schmoe. Though, usually, the optimist, there were some cases that were simply hopeless. Though it was not just the Hogwarts professors who had Mathys lifting a well polished brow. The arrival of a young lady [PhoenixRising] had him equally perturbed, for other reasons. "Tell me, mademoiselle," he began as he strolled up beside her, acutely aware at the manner in which one young man [hermionesclone] was gawking at him. "...been encouraged of you een ze past to attend offeecial school functions without a shirt?" His eyes looked around to the Hogwarts faculty who were saying nothing to their student about her choices, the disappointment clear in his knitted brow. The Hogwarts Arithmancy professor's arrival and advice to her colleague was noted, but Mathys had his own follow up to encourage. "Perhaps eenstead of your colleague's bowtie you could focus on your students' appropriateness," he muttered gruffly with a sharp inclination of the head towards the student with her bellybutton on display showing. To add further insult to injury, another Hogwarts youth [sweetpinkpixie] had arrived with a black eye, though words were swiftly delivered by the Hogwarts Potions Master so he supposed he could avert his icy stare elsewhere for the time being. He did, easily, return the smile of Mademoiselle Amin and cleared his throat upon hearing Monsieur Vayssière. At least they were present and accounted for, which was more than he could say for a few particular members of the House of Papillonlisse. Addressing his headmistress next, the Care of Magical Creatures professor spoke softly in French for only her to hear that he was ready to assist her as necessary. And then his attention returned to the gawking boy [hermionesclone]. "May I help you, monsieur?" The delayed arrival of the Hogwarts Charms professor had not gone unnoticed. Disappointing. He had expected much better. |
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Sporting purple leggings with yellow stars and a matching tshirt, her hair was pulled back in a single braid as she made herself comfortable beside her friend. All of the professors got a greeting in either English or French (depending on what school they taught for) and Yoyo got GRINS. "Think this will be easy or difficult?" Knowing they held yoga at this school, and that she would want to attend, the first year had read a couple of books on the subject and asked around so she wouldn't be walking in blind. But reading and experiencing were definitely two different things. She peeked around at the others to see if she should be doing anything special aside from standing on a mat. |
Lucas was used to being invisible. It was something that happened a lot since he was always around people who were much louder and popular than him. It was only when he got attention that he was taken aback. So it didn't come as a surprise when Carsyn didn't greet him, but he did smile a little awkwardly and tried to look away. Carys got a bigger smile when she arrived and maybe even a "Hey!" Not much time to talk, not when other people had started to arrive, including Trent, Desmarais and some of the Beauxbatons lot. He wasn't going to disturb Trent, so his eyes lingered on the two Beauxbatons students, mostly because he was curious. What about, he wasn't sure. It was only when Jillian spoke that he turned to look at her. "Hey!" Had he said that already? "Are you excited about yoga?" Was it wrong of him to hope that she was bad at this as well? Because it would only make him feel better about being lanky and not, y'know, athletic. Cole got a smile and a wave in return. He...... wanted to ask, but there was another announcement happening so he turned to look at Desmarais, instead, who was talking about...... roses. Picking roses. His eyebrows shot right up and he glanced over at Jillian. Yeaaaaah, Trent was starting to look like a teddy-bear compared to the Beauxbatons Headmistress. He wanted to tell the Slytherin this, see if she felt as scared by the woman's announcement as he was, but that idea flew out of his brain the minute Nostredame started talking. To him! His face flushed again as he started wondering why, why, this beautiful man was talking to him directly. Had he..... had he seen? Was he THAT obvious?! Oh merlin. Oh no oh no oh no. No no no. What was he meant to say NOW?! Lucas opened and closed his mouth a few times before clearing his throat. Words. He needed words. "No. ..... I mean," Merlin. "Thanks for the offer, si- .... uh, monsieur. I was just admiring your," Face. "outfit? Yeah, it's very fashionable." ............ Could he be sucked up into a void now?! |
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"I am NOT everyone else." Giselle did manage to retain most of her composure but her tone made it obvious she'd taken offense. Everyone else. Everyone ELSE. "Disrespectful. Rude. Me? Everyone else? Is zhis how you were taught to address ozers?" What were these children? What honestly were they? The Headmistress shot Trent a disapproving scowl. Did he not teach his students better? She calmed only slightly at Mathys's words. She could always count on him. He was a good second. "Attention. Attention!" Giselle clapped her hands to gain everyone's attention. "We are still waiting for a few people." One of whom was meant to be leading this yoga exercise. Where was she? The woman had promised to be on time to lead them all. "No matter, please, in ze mean time, 'elp yourselvze to some of ze refreshment water we 'ave on ze tablez over zere." Giselle waved a hand toward the tables in the short distance. "Fill your water bottles. If you don't 'ave one, zere are cups." Healthy water, flavoured with lemons, cucumbers, strawberries. It was their choice. "We will begin ze yoga, soon. In ozer news, I'd like to take ze time to tell you we will be 'aving a ball. You are all invited if you remember to be on your best behaviour. We will be working very 'ard to make ze preparations and I will not 'ave any of you ruin it." Someone had to say it. They hadn't inspired much confidence since their arrival and she would be DAMNED if they ruined that, too. "Ze ball will be a Valentine's Ball. You are also welcome to 'elp wis ze decorations if you wish." Again, contingent on them not ruining everything completely. "Zere will be more information as the date draws closer." Now was much too early and there were other, more immediate things to discuss. "To zose of you 'oo keep looking out at ze Quidditch pitch, zere is no need. Zere will be no quidditch zis term. We cannot accommodate two quidditch cups, flying lessons, full practices for so many teams and adequately maintain ze pitch so we 'ave decided to take ze term off. When you go 'ome, you can 'ave your cup again and we will 'ave ourz." But this was one thing they could not share. "Come, come! Drink! Enjoy! Staying hydrated iz important!" |
Missa was late. But was this a class? a thing like s.o.r.e? did it really matter if she was late? She hoped not. It did not help her head when she finally reached - everyone was already there. Even EIJI. How was this even possible? Was Beauxbatons rubbing off on him? He didn't hate the broom closet, and now he was willing to mingle??? Eying the boy, Missa tried to casually join the crowd without drawing much attention. Fortunately, the Beauxbatons headmistress was speaking and everyone's attention was on her. As it should be because that announcement was QUIET SOMETHING. With butterflies fluttering about in her stomach, the fifteen year turned her head to cast a glance at Eiji - but was instead met the gaze of a blond-haired, older Beauxbatons boy (Luc Vayssière). "Um. Uh. Nice hair" she blurted out awkwardly, before offering a tight smile to the girl (Aesha Amin) next to him as well. DID SHE JUST SAY NICE HAIR? |
Aesha was growing increasingly impatient. Where were they? Though she had no doubt in her own ability, she knew reinforcements were necessary. With each passing minute, her frown grew deeper, only disappearing entirely with the entrance of their Headmistress. "Bonjour Madame Desmarais," she straightened her back, smiling sweetly. Still waiting impatiently for the others, the looks from the Hogwarts' students did not escape her. They had no manners. You would think he [Nordic Witch] would know better than to stare. "You're late," was her chosen greeting for Luc Vayssière. But as it was, he was currently her favorite. She turned to face forward when their Headmistress addressed the group and made an announcement for a Valentine's Ball? Aesha had several thoughts, all of which were interrupted by the brunette [Samia] who evidently could not form coherent sentences. Aesha stifled a laugh. "Oh sweetheart," she gave her a pitiful look. "I will fetch us water," she announced to the two of them before walking away to pour four cups and returning moments later. One cup for each. Luc, pitiful Hogwarts girl, the boy she was standing next to [sweetpinkpixie] and herself. So generous. |
Mentions of Eiji and Missa! Normally Nettie was NOT late to things. Usually, she was early. Although anyone who was familiar with the prefect would be able to catch WHY she was late today - her hair was curled just a BIT too perfectly, with its usual headband, and was she...wearing makeup? Maybe a little Hey, it was NOT her fault that the Care of Magical Creatures professor was so handsome. She just wanted to look good for him and show what classy students Hogwarts had, since apparently some kid had bitten him at the feast. Or so she had assumed. She was trying to save their reputation, ok? She managed to slip in right after Missa and followed her over to a few Beauxbaton kids. She casually joined their little circle without a word, because she'd just caught sight of Eiji, who was wearing...what in Merlin's beard WAS he wearing? It took literally all her self restraint to not snort in laughter at the sight of his short shorts. She made a mental note to help him transfigure them to the appropriate length later but for now...this was amusing. She wouldn't tease him, though, as he was probably suffering enough because he was HERE, doing YOGA. She turned her attention to the Headmistress, eyes lighting up when she mentioned a Valentine's Ball. A BALL?! HOW FANCY!! Nettie grinned to herself at the prospect of it, even though said ball was MONTHS away. There was so much to plan, though! And it was likely going to take her all those months to convince Keenan to go to the bloody thing, honestly. So really, she appreciated the advance warning. |
There was nothing to prevent the frown that appeared on the man’s face. It seemed that at every turn, at least one of his students always managed to set the woman off. Malachi had been hoping for a quiet term but between the woman’s particular temperament and the general conduct of those in his charge, it seemed another term of little peace. Just his luck. Malachi waited for Giselle to be through her announcement, thinking the students took the news...well. No wild shouts of protest. No sudden acting out. He was more grateful than they would know. Regardless of how unhappy no quidditch made them, being overly vocal and outright about it would not change it. All it would do was get them in trouble and give him more grief. “Thank you for extending the invitation. I’m sure my students will be happy to attend and help with preparations where necessary.” ....And not break things. Yes. He was sure. The Headmaster walked over to the table and helped himself to a glass of the strawberry water. He gestured for them to do the same. There was no telling when they’d get started at this rate. Two or three sips in....the man began to feel a little.......funny. The heat. It must have been the heat. The last throws of summer going out with a bang. That must have been it. He sipped again at his water in an attempt to stave off what he assumed to be dehydration. Strange... Was....was that a feather there in his palm? |
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There were many things that were said, but the one thing was water and snacks. All this knee raising business really made him thirsty. And so he scampered off to the front without a word, returning with two cups of water. One for himself and one for the charms professor. "Er, bottoms up!" He blinked a couple times too many, extending the cup towards the man and chugging his own rather hastily. .... Uh. O_________o His stomach was doing something very, very strange. What kind of fruit did they put in this water? He hadn't paid much attention, but he was allergic to pineapples. Maybe he ought to have-- Oh where did this feather come from? That was strange. |
Honestly? Teddy didn't want to be here. At a glance, it seemed like every professor from BOTH schools were here, including the headmaster and headmistress. It was unnerving, especially knowing how curt and matter-of-fact and strict the Beauxbatons adults were all the time. It wasn't that Teddy was really worried about himself - he was always well-mannered and on his best behavior - but he had noticed time and time again how the French professors got mad at the Hogwarts students, the Hogwarts professors looked all kinds of embarrassed on their behalf, and the secondhand embarrassment on Teddy's part was real, too. He also didn't like the idea of being grouped in with the Hogwarts kids who were being dubbed disrespectful by the Beauxbatons professors and assumed to be just like them. The stereotype of "rowdy Hogwarts kid" didn't fit him, and he didn't want to give anyone a reason to think otherwise. Tavie and Yoyo were way more excited for this than he was, which was not particularly surprising, but it put him in an awkward position. If he went to join them, attention would inevitably be drawn to him as their group was always lively, which might get them in trouble with the Beauxbatons teachers. But yoga was certainly not his preferred method of physical activity. Quite far from it, actually. He'd rather go for a run or practice his boxing to maybe some day be a fair match for Hassan Botros. But he felt like he had to be here. The instructors were here, his friends were here, everyone who was anyone was here, so... here he was. Putting on a brave face, but not a brave enough one to go join Yoyo and Tavie -- nope, instead, he stayed as far to the back of the crowd as he could, using the heights of Professors Schmoe and Fuller-Thompson to his advantage by hiding behind them. He was there, he was listening, he would participate, but he wanted to stay out of the way. ...A ball? There was going to be a BALL? His reaction was out of his control: his face lit up and he found himself peeeeking around the adults in front of him to try to catch glimpses of his friends, who he assumed would be elated. He wanted to SEE them light up, to see their joy, and it was EXCITING to think of them all going to a ball together. The news of no Quidditch was disappointing solely because Teddy loved to watch. It wouldn't have been as cool as going to the Arrows games anyway, but he supposed with the whole crisis at Hogwarts and overcrowding problem here at Beauxbatons, this was for the best. As people shifted and moved to obey the French woman's instructions to drink some water, Teddy opted to stay put. Retrieving some water meant risking people noticing him - and quite the sea of people it was - so he was content to risk dehydration for the sake of dampening his anxieties. It was safer back here. |
Eiji had half a mind to believe that Professor Noble knew precisely what had caused his black eye and was simply being polite about it. Or was it possible that he was actually feeling guilty about things? Nah. More likely than that it was the disorienting feeling of being caught red handed, hand in the cookie jar and everything. He really hated cookies. "Yes, professor," he nodded dutifully at the Potions Master. "I was just brewing some before I came here." Before Nina had force dragged him from the safety of the broom closet out here. He wasn't aware that ankles were so hilarious, Trinetta. But sure...laugh it up. It was less painful than hearing Missa's attempt at small talk with a few of the Beauxbatons students who then turned around and looked at them as though they were no better than dragon dung on the bottoms of their shoes. Which, to be fair, did have it's magical uses. Dragon dung that is. At least thinking about the magical properties of dragon dung was a distraction against thinking about this Valentine's Ball - something he knew he would be attending regardless. Not like he could say no to Missa, nor did he want to. But he was not keen on dressing up like a glorified penguin and dealing with stuffy shoes. He would likely have to make even more of an effort since the Beauxbatons headmistress seemed particularly uppity about external appearances. Ugh. Literally ignoring everything around him, he leaned over to whisper something to Missa. "I'll get us water." And he slipped off to do just that, selecting the flavors at complete random (strawberry and cucumber respectively) and returned to his girlfriends side to offer her the pinkish one. "Ah votRE santea," he butchered before drinking his cucumber water. |
Refreshments for the morning’s yoga session, what could be more innocent and unassuming than that? Perhaps a long list of things as there is nothing particularly “innocent” about the pitchers of water placed about the table waiting to be consumed. A few sips is all anyone would need to find themselves with far more feathers than they’re used to and a “quack” to boot—but aren’t these glasses exquisite? Such intricate designs, the seal of Beauxbatons. If you can forget the little inconvenience, it’s all still so lovely, surely. A few too many sips and you might find yourself covered from head to toe. Ah friendship building. Great way to start the day. |
Oh, hello there. Given things, it was probably wise he pay attention to what was going on up front but wise he was not and his attention was suddenly elsewhere. Elsewhere definitely being the girl [Samia] who’s gaze he just met. “Merci, mon amour,” he practically purred, lazily ruffling those famous Vayssière locks as he presented the girl with his most charming smile. And while he was dishing out smiles, one for her friend [Lissy Longbottom] as well. Suave should’ve been his middle name. The same could not be said for the boy [sweetpinkpixie] they were hanging around with, and Luc raised an eyebrow at his less than polite, frankly quite immature behaviour. “My lovely friend Aesha here went out of her way to bring extra drinks for you and your friend and this is how you respond?” Whatever. As long as he drank the stuff, it was all the same anyway. “Ah, what is it you English folk say? Bottoms up?” And with that, Luc downed his water. Let the show commence? |
Luc and Co. Normally Nettie would have been melting at that smile the boy sent her way, but she had matured Still, it was her job as prefect to keep the peace and make nice - and of course Eiji was ruining said peace at the moment, even if he wasn't meaning to. Sigh. She really had to do everything, didn't she? "I'll take his drink. Both of theirs, actually," she said, grabbing both drinks and saving Missa the trouble of having to choose between being polite and taking the drink from Eiji. There, crisis averted yes? You're welcome Missa and Eiji. "Yes, bottoms up!" she said with a grin to the Beauxbaton kids before gulping down the first cup, and then taking a long drink out of the second one as well. Something about that had tasted...off. OH NO. Had she grabbed two strawberry glasses from the girl? In her haste to defuse the situation she hadn't even thought of that! She was ALLERGIC to strawberries! Oh Merlin, Eiji was NEVER going to let her live this down...wait, no. The drinks had definitely been cucumber and lemon flavored. Not a hint of strawberry at all. So why did she feel so...weird? She just smiled and nodded, making little "mmmmmm" noises at the Beauxbaton students, unaware that both her hands were starting to sprout feathers, peeking out from under the sleeve of her yoga shirt... |
Refreshment water? Sure, Kaiser could do with some of that. He supposed he was still allowed some even if he wasn't doing the actual yoga, and if he wasn't... well... what were they going to do? Take it back? He crossed over to the refreshment table and browsed what was there - as if he had any sort of preference whatsoever - while he listened to what Desmarais was saying. Something about a ball. At first Kaiser paused, confused, thinking about the kind of ball you kick, but it soon became clear that she was talking about the event kind of ball, which... uh. Yeah, he definitely didn't belong at a place like that. Finally choosing a cup at random, Kaiser wandered back to where he had just been stood, swirling the water slightly in the cup. He was about to take a gulp, when the next announcement made him pause for just a moment. Quidditch, huh? Some people were going to be really upset about that, he knew already. Kaiser himself probably could not have cared less about Quidditch. He did care a bit about some people who cared about Quidditch, though, so he supposed it still sort of affected him. A little bit. But it didn't feel like it did right now, so he simply shrugged it off and tipped back the cup of strawberry water, instantly downing the lot. Once he had, he looked back over towards the table, wondering whether he should banish the cup back over there or whether the French would consider that improper or something. Honestly? They probably would. Kaiser's wrist itched, and he went to scratch it. And froze. And looked down. Feathers. Poking out of his sleeves, and now sprouting on his hands. Alarmed, Kaiser hurriedly threw away the cup he still held. Too little, too late. |
What in the world. While Aesha's pitiful look had done quiet a number on the girl, Luc's SUDDEN attention had done the opposite. And she was very much blushing without realising it - especially because of the way he had thanked her. It was just really ...... french. The English language clearly had no way of making something so simple sound so sweet. She wasn't sure how else to put it. But then before she could be polite too and say anything remotely sweet - Eiji was bringing them drinks too?? And Nettie was then snatching hers away??? Missa stared at the girl, confused - and frankly, a bit more put off. It seemed rude, and a bit too haste. Missa wasn't sure what Nettie was trying to achieve by being this ...... extra helpful. The fifteen year TRIED to not seem as all over the place as she accepted the drink from Aesha instead, before adding a quick 'thanks' - and then turning to look at Luc and Eiji again - only to look down at her drink again, because between the both of them her stomach was doing a rather weird flip. "bottoms up, indeed" she murmured and took a polite little sip. |
Lars might have been late but he preferred to think of it as skipping the pleasantries. Pleasantries that those early to a gathering could scarcely avoid. Pleasantries were for pleasant people, like Eugenia, the eternal bleeding heart. Considering that Lars was far from a pleasant person, it only followed that he should always arrive fashionably late. It was also due to the fact that he had set out the spread on the table in the rose garden and having run around all morning tying up loose ends, though he would have been late anyway. In fact, he arrived just in time to hear the headmistress announce the ball. His upper lip curled into a sneer. Surely they did not expect the English students to help or participate constructively. Merlin knew they were all bumbling fools. From the look of the professors they hired, he could expect no less. He needed a drink. Water would do for now. Even if it was... infused. He raised his glass at Aesha from across the room in a toast and then downed the whole thing. The sprouting of feathers went entirely unnoticed. For now. |
I've been here all along... mentions of Lissy & Co. Bernadette was standing toward the back of the group, mostly just watching the French students and trying her best to understand the French headmistress' accent. Actually, any of their accents. She really needed to learn French FAST so that she could go talk to Professor Notre Dame about creatures and ... and... Wait, were there creatures among them? Bernadette had brought her own water bottle, so she hadn't really moved from her spot yet. But she did she... a... a bunch of feathers coming from some of the other kids? What the heck? What was this sorcery?! Bernadette LOVED chickens, but not half-human ones! "You're um, you're turning into a chicken?" she announced loudly, leaning forward and tapping the Ravenclaw prefect on the shoulder. "I am so sorry if this was intentional. If it was, your feathers are VERY nice." Bernie nodded seriously, because, well, chickens were sensitive too. |
Lucas had never, in all his years at Hogwarts (and now Beauxbatons!), been happier to hear an announcement. It didn't even matter what the announcement was about because it gave him a much needed distraction. Thank you, Desmarais. He owed you one. And there was flavoured water? A better distraction. It was only water, yeah, but it gave him something to do, and for that he was grateful. The fourth year wasted almost no time in going up to the table and selecting...... a....... hmm. Flavoured water wasn't really his cup of pumpkin juice but if he had to pick one, he was going to take the sweetest. Taking up a glass of the strawberry water, Lucas headed back to his spot next to Jillian and stood there. He took a sip of the drink but didn't really pay attention to the flavour as much. Not when the Headmistress had continued on with the announcement she had, which didn't stop at the water. Unfortunately. ............ There was...... going to be a ball. A Valentine's Ball. It took everything in his power to not cover his face and groan. Or scream. Both, if he could. A Valentine's Ball! Not only did this mean mingling and talking to people in a place with loud music, it also meant that he had to have a date for this as well. Which, all things considering, was not going to end up happening. He knew exactly who he wanted to bring but there were a lot of problems. He had to pluck up the courage to ask - which sounded impossible - and then he had to wait and see if the person would say yes - which was even more impossible - and then........ then he had to enjoy the whole thing. Breathe, Dakest, breathe. Maybe he shouldn't worry about it. Not yet. Not when it was all months and months away. So he was going to pretend it wasn't happening until it was too late. Good idea. He took another sip of his water as Desmarais started going on about...... Quidditch? Or no Quidditch. See, Lucas didn't care about Quidditch but he was close to a lot of people who did care about Quidditch, Emma being one of them. She was going to be devastated, wasn't she? So was Jó, he bet. And Anna. Merlin. The Gryffindor let out a small sigh before taking another sip of the wa- ............ Oh. Oh, that didn't..... that didn't feel good. He gulped the water down, his nose scrunched up. This felt funny. He felt funny. His nose, his arms, his stomach...... he gave that a gentle rub with his hand. There was no butterscotch in the water, right? Couldn't be. So what was....? It was then that he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eyes and he looked down at his arm to see what had landed- ........... .................. Feathers? FEATHERS?! He had FEATHERS. On his ARM. Lucas dropped the cup he was holding and quickly started rubbing his arm in a last ditch attempt to see if they could go away. The answer? No. They weren't. They only ruffled when he ran his hand over them, and he could even see smaller ones starting to poke out underneath. Oh no oh no oh no. Could he scream NOW?! |
…… Not only were the Hogwarts students annoying, but they severely lacked in manners. Aesha was grateful that Luc pointed out his [sweetpinkpixie] blatant disregard for her peace offering. But before she could say anything more, their Prefect [Lissy Longbottom] popped in out of thin air. She was awfully too energetic and her excitement was entirely off-putting. Aesha watched in horror as the girl reached for both drinks and chugged them one after the other. This was unfortunate. For her. ………. Aesha’s frown deepened further when the pitiful girl [Samia] reached for the last drink Aesha held. The one that was meant to be hers. Instead of saying anything about the matter, Aesha simply reached for the drink her friend [sweetpinkpixie] was holding out for her [Samia] and took that one. The Ombrelune added a sardonic ”merci,” knowing that the boy had brought it over for his little girl friend and not for Aesha. But there was no way that she would be without a drink and look guilty in the midst of this chaos. Aesha Amin would not go down for this. ”À ta santé,” cheers, she raised her glass, catching Lars’ gaze from across the room. Unlike the prefect, Aesha took her time sipping. |
A ball. There was going to be a BALL. Octavia was elated, bright hazel eyes glowing with dreamy excitement as she looked to Yoyo, expecting the same reaction. She was so excited she didn’t even realize that Teddy was far off in the back, or else she would have pulled him over to share in their excitement. ”We're going to a ball! She giggled out happily. This wasn’t going to be one of the MANY balls Tavie held back in her play room with her friends, this was going to be a PROPER romantic Valentine’s Day ball. Of course she was going to help and of COURSE she was going to wear the best dress ever and find someone to go with. Her friends maybe? It was a safe option and she wanted them there. She didn’t think any of the pretty Beauxbaton boys she’d been admiring would ask her since she was just a first year (but a girl still day dreamed). How could anyone worry over drinks when they’d announced a BALL (and no quidditch, but Tavie didn’t really care about quidditch here). And they hadn’t even started doing anything yet, so she dismissed the drinks in favor of thinking about the ball. That was probably when she noticed it. The feathers sprouting on students and professors. Tavie stared confused for a moment, then wide eyed. Feathers. The students and professors were sprouting feathers. That wasn’t normal, right? |
At first Eiji assumed that the reprimanding coming from the Beauxbatons bloke was because he had utterly and completely butchered the pronunciation of the French and accidentally ended up saying something insulting. Turned out not to be the case and further turned out that there was nothing accidental about it. "I do not know you nor your lovely friend from a house elf," he replied calmly not, entirely, meaning to be insulting only absolutely meaning to be. "I prefer to take my drinks from people I trust over complete strangers." And considering that is what they were and the history Hogwarts had with tampered food, not to mention some of that coming from his own little sister, Eiji was not keen to trust the good Samaritan. What came next was THE most absurd game of musical cups ever played. There wasn't even any decent music to accompany it. Trinetta taking the cups intended for him and Missa from this Beauxbatons gal (Whatever that was about, honestly. He sincerely hoped that that was not her way of trying to look impressive to these students. But he was also not optimistic enough to believe otherwise.). The bloke getting his own cup as intended. Missa taking the last cup in the Beauxbatons girl's hands and leaving him with two cups, seemingly for himself, only to have that same girl take the cup he had intended for Missa. Know what that left him? The cup intended for him, so really he lost nothing in this whole ridiculous exchange. Save for a bit of pride since his own girlfriend hadn't taken the cup that he had gone out of his way to get for her. But, you know. No big deal. Whatever. "Trinetta accepted the drinks just fine, so nothing went to waste," he shrugged as he took a deep sip of this cucumber water which...really just tasted like a cucumber had been soaked in water for a long long time. There was hardly any flavor. What was so great about this? More fanciful things just for appearance's sake? Beauxbatons was absurd. Turning towards Missa, Eiji opened his mouth to say something...when all that came out was a loud, unceremonious. "QUACK!" |
Normally, a valentine’s ball would have excited her. Lenora enjoyed dancing ( she wasn’t good at it though ), loved wearing pretty dresses and having a good time in general. But, a ball also meant having to find a date and that will prove to be extremely tedious and frustrating. Besides, she had enough things to worry about currently. Maybe she shouldn’t go at all.. MAYBE. But she wanted to. ANYWAY. Could she leave? She wasn’t in the mood for any social interaction.. besides, she did have a lot of homework to finish. Lenora quietly started heading towards the exit, hoping no one would notice her. |
mentioning Lucas Jillian is just looking at the place, mainly admiring the interior of it all. She loves this place, it looks like a garden her grandmother has but hers is smaller. The rose garden on the other hand is pretty grand. She redirected her attention when Lucas spoke to her. Giving the fourth year a soft smile and chuckle "You bet" she replied to the guy and adding a nod as well. Soon after the headmistress of Beauxbaton came in and did her announcement, some of her students are here to join the yoga party too. Swell. Jillian didn't really care, she just wanted to do some light exercise as all the grown ups have promised them. But then.... Whoah... No quidditch. .... Okay? BUT THERE WILL BE A WHAT? A Valentines Ball? Ha.....? It can be fun, Jillian does enjoy dancing and she occasionally does that by herself but a ball is a lot different. This also means that she has to have like a really nice dress and glam up and all that fancy shamncy stuff that people do in a ball. Does this mean she has to write to her father later and ask for a nice dress to send or something? Then again, nothing is set in stone yet, there's no date, no anything for now. No need for her to get all panicky. It' just a ball. Yeah, just a ball. Jillian had a drink in her hand, she gave it a whiff and made a face. She looked at Lucas who was drinking it - then looked at the other students who were also drinking it. "Water?" she uttered under her breath. Are they oblige to drink this or no? Before she can gesture and offer her drink to Lucas- who looks like he likes drinking the water- her eyes cannot believe what she is seeing. "A-are.... Are you okay?" she asked the Gryffindor. Surely there is an explanation to this! Blink. Blink. |
He managed to rein in the compulsive urge he had to square up to the other boy and teach him a thing or two about manners. He wasn’t at Hogwarts anymore. This was Vayssière turf. Today was a lucky day for the unsavoury Slytherin boy in the ankle swingers though. Why? Because there was a plan in place and Luc wasn’t going to deviate from it. Besides, what happened next wasn’t a bad consolation. CARNAGE. Carnage he surely had absolutely nothing to do with because he TOO had had a few mouthfuls of the fruit infused water and he TOO was sprouting feathers. A rather impressive set of tail feathers to be precise. |
It WAS a feather and another and another. Malachi’s eyes widened immensely at the multiplying feathers, unceremoniously dropping his cup. What...what had...what was...”QUACK!” Both hands clamped over his mouth, stunned. He looked around him and saw the worst case scenario unfold. Whatever was happening had spread to the students and other faculty. It reminded him of the love potion disaster and one Zoryn Spinnet and sent the man PRAYING his students had nothing to do with this. “Water down QUACK, everyone! No one QUACK take another QUACK sip.” He chose to remain calm for the sake of the students despite the alarming progression of quacks but there were already a million questions running through his head. “Don’t QUACK panic, you might only make whatever QUACK QUACK this is worse.” Malachi looked to the Headmistress, uncertain of what to make of the situation. |
Cole followed suit and got stretching in preparation for the yoga mimicking what his peers not really sure what was required to warm up. Some minutes later the french Headmistress arrived and dropped some announcements that had Cole’s mouth dropping open in astonishment mixed with shock. There was to be no QUIDDITCH but instead they we’re expected to attend and decorate for a valentines ball. Ball meant dancing and Cole was not amused. He didn’t like dancing very much but then another thought occured, would they be expected to ask someone to be their date for it? Oh no,no, no he’d not do that. He liked the girl’s in class fine but had absolutely zero idea who he’d want to spend a ball with. Yikes, scary and nerve-twisting….. In his own thoughts Cole didn’t see how the peers around him started to sprout feathers and QUACK, QUACK QUACK out loud. Taking his own bottle of cucumber water since he actually felt thirsty and he was about to drink from it when he really took in the scene around him. Headmaster Trent was talking QUACK and making little sense and so was everyone else. Not understanding that he shouldn’t drink any water not even a sip Cole drank up the whole bottle and felt how he started feel and see feathers sprouting out from all kinds of places on his body. Getting scared and eyes growing wider with panic he shuffled closer to Headmaster Trent looking up at the elder man. "QUACK, help, quack, help quack!" This was not a fun year, first he threw up at the feast and now thisssssss. |
Mentions of a few people! While Nettie tried to not think about how weird and light headed she was feeling - the last thing she needed was to pass out, she took a few deep breaths and tried to regain control over her racing thoughts. That whole exchange had been a bit...absurd, upon further review, but all she had been trying to do was keep the peace! The Beauxbaton boy had just seemed so offended, and Nettie had an uncontrollable urge to please people. She'd make a mental note to apologize to Missa and Eiji later for her weird behavior, but for right now, the crisis had been averted, and that was all th-- Her thoughts were abruptly halted as she heard a young Gryffindor girl (Bernie) talking to her, mentioning something about feathers. What on Earth...she was turning in to a CHICKEN? Was this some weird joke Eiji had convinced her to play on her? Knowing how self conscious she was about the kanji translation of her name...she looked down at her hands and let out a piercing SHRIEK when she saw what was happening. Except it wasn't a shriek. "QUAAACK!" she yelled out in horror, not even registering at first that the noise that had come out of her was a QUACK. Her immediate thought was to the turn to the Beauxbaton boy (Luc) and demand to know what he'd done - this was obviously all his fault! All of the Beaux kids! Yet...had he also taken a drink? He too was sprouting feathers all over the place. For once in her life, Nettie...paused. She heard a choir of quacks as more and more students began to feel the affects of whatever the water was spiked with. Even Trent looked like he had fallen victim to it. Trying not to panic as more and more feathers started to poke out from under her sleeves - Merlin knew what she looked like under her yoga gear - she took a deep breath. She was a prefect, she had to remain calm. "YOU HEARD *QUACK* THE MAN! Everyone try to *QUACK* remain calm and put *QUACK* your drinks down!" she exclaimed, thankful she was able to get out a sentence. She turned back to the French boy who was currently sprouting feathers and eyed him. It couldn't be the Beaux kids, they were drinking it and turning in to ducks themselves! Unless... If Nettie had planned a prank like this "What did *QUACK* you do?" she asked with a glare at the small group that had been so EAGER to give them all drinks. The only consolation she could think of right now was that, if the Beauxbaton kids had been willing to drink the drinks themselves, whatever they'd been spiked with would be easy to undo. Hopefully. Oh Merlin. And she'd had TWO of them. Was it only a matter of time until she sprouted a beak?! |
Dorian had been standing near the back of the rose garden, observing the others as they entered for the yoga class that the Headmistress had set up. Nothing much happened yet, well, except for Professor Schmoe’s outfit. The man looked like a student without a sense of fashion in those clothes. He looked around the place some more until he noticed Rylee and he was about to wave at her and make his way over to his friend when the Headmistress started to take offend to her greeting. To him, her greeting had been perfectly fine and he did not get what the woman was getting worked up about. Probably a language missunderstanding. Before he stood next to the Gryffindor, the Headmistress spoke to everyone, the Head Boy stood still, facing her way to give her his full attention. At first, he thought she would begin the yoga class but what came out instead made him lose his character for a second as his face fell. A ball? Not just any ball but a Valentine’s day Ball? He took a deep and calming breath like he did whenever he was meditating. A ball meant he had to dance. But that was the least of his problems. He needed a date didn’t he? They all had to bring a date…. Coming alone to a valentine’s day ball was just sad. Would anyone even go with him? While hundreds of questions swam in his mind, the Ravenclaw was frowning as he thought. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he did not hear the first quack and neither the second or the third until he looked up and saw that students were getting feathers? What in Merlin’s Beard was going on? He looked over in confusion at the Headmaster and his mouth fell open when he saw the same thing had happened to him. For how long had he been lost in his thoughts?! The drinks. Dorian looked over at the refreshments for a second before his attention went back tot he chaos around him. What on earth did he have to do?! Had someone spiked the drinks? But who? Dorian sighed, this was going to be a long day wasn’t it? ”Cole, it’s alright” he said as he moved towards the Gryffindor and as he was now asking the Headmaster for help. ”I’m sure it’s just a harmless prank” he hoped it was though and nothing more sinister was happening. Did bad luck follow Hogwarts students or where the students bad luck? He wanted to keep every spiked student aside but the Headmistress was still in the room as well so he waited for her instructions. |
Yes, it was very good of her to invite the Hogwarts students to the ball. It would be an evening of culture and refinement, something this....lot could certain make use of. They would see how the better half lived and perhaps even learn a thing or tw— Eh? Giselle herself had a cup in her hand, ready to have a drink and toast to good relations with Malachi when she caught the feathers on his hands. The feathers that were spreading. Quacking? The Headmistress looked around her, shocked beyond words at what she was seeing. What was this? How...why? The words of the Head Boy caught her attention. A prank? Yes, this suspiciously looked like further rule breaking and bad behaviour and she would NOT stand for it. ”Oo iz responsible for zhis?!” She thundered, her eyes flashing from one Hogwarts students to the next. Oh, oh her poor students, they were caught in this cross fire as well. “No, mes chers, no, ar’ you alright? Doez it hurt?” Poor babies. This was surely the doing of those poorly bred, hooligans. “Speak up! I will ‘av namez! You will be severely punished! We do not tolerate zhis sort of zhing in our castle! Malachi! Handle zhis or I will!” The woman demanded. Ruin her morning yoga, would they? NOT ON HER WATCH! |
"What is- quAAAACK!" Kaiser tried to speak, but when an almighty duck sound came out instead he slammed a hand over his mouth. A feather-covered hand, to match his feather-covered face. It didn't matter, anyway, because Kaiser didn't really need anyone to tell him what was happening; he could see it (and hear it) quite plainly for himself. The question now was who had done it, and how it was going to be undone. See? SEE? He had been right to not come here in the first place. But no, his feet had to betray him and bring him here anyway. Ugh. Kaiser absolutely did not miss the accusatory looks that the French Headmistress was throwing around, none of which were directed at her students, either. Then there came the much more obvious implication that she was blaming Hogwarts for this - We do not tolerate zhis sort of zhing in our castle! - with not even a hint of proof. Kaiser bristled, and uncovered his mouth to voice a defence of his school. "Quack quack quaAAACK quack QUACK. Quack quack. Quack!" ....... Problematic. |
Oh no, nope, the Ravenclaw prefect wasn't a chicken... she was a.... "DUCK!" Bernadette exclaimed, immediately collapsing into a fit of giggles as the girl began to quack. Oh no, SO many people were ducks! Bernie just couldn't take it, they all looked SO SHOCKED to be quacking instead of talking. Look, there was that older Slytherin boy from all her classes. QUACKING up a STORM. AHAHAHAHAHAHA. ...even the headmaster had only FOWL language. HA. |
Finneas looked down at his feathered arms in absolute shock! But when he went to exclaim his surprise, all that came out of his mouth was a loud, "QUACK!" Well this was entirely unhelpful. The Muggles Studies professor tried to calm down those few students that were standing near. Hoping that he could play his contribution in that way, as he really had no idea how to solve this mess. Perhaps the Potions' Master had some sort of antidote? "Quack.... quack.... quack." He'd just. You know. Until the Headmaster told them what to do. Anyway. |
Calm thyself, woman. Those were the first words in Dorian's mind as he looked over at the Headmistress as she freaked out. It was probably because Hogwarts students experienced far...far worse things than this but the Head Boy found it pretty funny. Of course, as Head Boy he couldn't exactly laugh out loud. The accusatory looks the Headmistress was then giving out made him frown though. He had definitely noticed that she looked specifically at the Hogwarts students. And if it wasn't obvious enough her words said it all. She was accusing his school without any evidence that suggested that they were the culprits. What if it were her precious little Beauxbaton students? She probably wouldn't 'severely punish' them. A choice of words that almost made him open his mouth and speak his mind before he closed it again. There was a time and place for everything and this wasn't it to speak his mind. It would only trouble them further. His gaze looked at the Headmaster as the woman was yelling at him to fix this mess and Dorian waited for any instructions if he needed to help out in any way. |
Catching up! Noble had given Kaiser a pointed look at that greeting, before turning his attentions back to Eiji. "As long as it is gone by dinnertime, I'll consider the matter closed." So hopefully the boy would find time to either finish brewing the bruise paste, or go via the infirmary before then. If he hadn't, then he'd been warned. His gaze swept over the gathered students as the Headmistress made her announcements, lips pursed at the mention of the ball. He had no problem with the ball itself - such an event seemed fitting in their opulent surroundings - but in his opinion, hosting it on Valentine's Day was almost as ridiculous Schmoe looked with that band around his head. It was asking for PDA, and sneaky love potions hidden in food and dr- A variety of quacking noises soon broke through his grumbling inner monologue. On initial assessment, he'd thought it was a prank charm. But with the sheer prevalence of the effect, Noble's face soon turned sour. It rather seemed like the water had been tampered with. With a grumble, he pulled some empty vials from his robes and proceeded to take a sample from each of the water coolers. The last vial he gently swirled around, before holding it up to the light and examining it more closely. The transparency narrowed the list of possible agents somewhat, but he wouldn't be able to make any conclusions until he'd tested them in the lab. He moved towards the Heads, pausing next to Malachi. "I suggest we move those afflicted to the infirmary," he said with a glance toward Beryl. "Assuming it's just a prank, the quacking may well wear off within the hour...but in case of more...er...adverse reactions, I think it's best I go run some tests." He could trust his Prefects to direct the Hufflepuffs in his stead. |
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"Come along then, everyone who needs help." It was not lost on her, that if they followed along in a line, it would be rather like a mother duck with her ducklings all in a row. Quite a sight, she was sure. With that thought, the healer lead the way to the infirmary. |
Malachi cringed internally at the sudden, shrill call of his name by Desmarais. It hadn't escaped him that the blame was already falling on his students, nor had it that she was waiting for something to be done. How often was he going to need to say he was tired? To think this was only the start of what he was sure was going to be a long term. "Everyo--QUACK!" What a time to be a duck man. "Everyone! If you're--QUACK--if you need--QUACK!! Go with Professor Beryl." Just...just go. Sentences would clearly not be a thing. "Those unaffe--QUACK--cted, please head back--QUACK--to the castle." There was no proof pointing in any particular direction. He quite thought all the unpleasantness could be saved until they had definitive evidence. "Headmistress." He looked to her, calm as he could manage to be. There was no point in them both yelling. "Have a quick--QUACK--talk with your--QUACK QUACK--students. Just a brush up--QUACK--on the rules. I'll--QUACK--do the same with mine. They may--QUACK--have just forgotten themselves over the long--QUACK--summer." Whether the "they" was his own students or hers was left up to interpretation, but the man wasn't yet willing to believe it was the doing of his own. It couldn't be. "If you'll--QUACK--excuse me." He bowed his head then headed off after the Healer. |
So... so was this likely to just wear off, or could they do something about it right now? Kaiser's vote was for, you know, right now. He didn't like being a duck boy. It was impractical. How would he talk? How would he climb? How was he meant to trust any of the food and drink at Beauxbatons now? It wasn't like he could just give it up. It was kind of essential for, you know, that whole living thing. Okay, well, at least it looked like the current situation would be sorted out right now. That was something. Not bothering to say anything - because he was certain he'd only quack anyway - Kaiser turned on his heel and followed the Healer and Headmaster back to the castle. |
Aesha was very close to losing it, but instead of allowing the Hogwarts boy to get to her head (which was clearly his intention), she simply sipped on her water instead. Karma would teach him a lesson or too soon enough. And then it began. The chorus of quacking heightened in numbers, as did the feathers. Patches of feathers also began to appear on her own arms and when they did, she immediately threw her cup on the ground in shock. What was even more shocking, however, was the accusation from the Hogwarts' Prefect [Lissy Longbottom]. "Madame, my whole body is sprouting feathers," Aesha's voice filled with concern as she turned to address her Headmistress. "And the Hogwarts' students, they are unjustly pointing blame." Take that. |
The fire was wasting no time working its way through the flora. There were patches of flames with more springing up. It spread throughout the garden, not just affecting the roses but indeed the entire garden. Soon it would begin to spread throughout the mountain side. A warmth washes over the grounds, betraying the light chill of the approaching evening. Smoke rises in thick, puffy clouds, threatening to soon obscure the newly awakening stars. If this was going to be dealt with, it was better to get a start on it now. |
Yes, Claudine had snuck out of Beauxbatons and was headed towards the Rose Garden. Yes, she also recalled that she was forbidden to enter the Garden again but what did she care? Her usual school bag was slung over her shoulders but instead of containing textbooks and notebooks, it contained her sketchpad, coloured pencils and other stationery she would need. Her aim that evening was to sketch the night sky while she sat among the roses. That was, until she saw the smoke spiraling into the air. A horrified gasp escaped her and without thinking she picked up her pace by running towards the Garden. Eyes wide, she stopped at the entrance and stared around. This time, it was obvious: she had not started this fire. The heat was what snapped her out of her daze. She had to do something! All Claudine could do was hope that someone would see the smoke; she was terrified that if she left to fetch help, she wouldn’t be able to try to stop the blazes. Her Hungarian Horntail heartstring wand was whipped out. ”Ignus Extinctus,” Claudine said loudly, trying to ignore the heat and at the same time tracing a huge figure eight with her wand. That foamy, white substance shot towards the nearest patch of roses. Was it even wise of her to stay here and attempt to put the flames out? Claudine didn’t know. The poor roses though... |
Elisa didn't really feel any desire to help out Beauxbatons after a bias spectacle was made out of it. There was also no fierce loyalty within her to follow the Headmaster's command to help put out the fire. Yet here she was heading towards the rose garden, she couldn't quite explain what drove her to head towards the smoke other than something needing to be done. When she arrived she could see a first-year already attempting to vanquish the blaze. Suddenly, she felt pressure in her eyes with tears pouring out as she saw a familiar arrangement of roses and flowers briefly before she shut her eyes. No... focus. It was not the first time she ventured into the Rose Garden but her time there was always short for this reason. Extending her wand arm out she focused her intent on water, Aqua Eructo. She wanted a jet of stream strong enough to subside the smoke but not destroy the plants. Focusing her will as she wordlessly conjured the spell as a stream of water poured out of her wand in the direction. |
Cole followed in Headmaster Trent's wake as he left for the Rose Garden. A spreading fire was everyone's business since it could cause horrible damage to both property and people. At a jog the blond fourth year youth entered the garden and surveyed the scene. The fire was eating its way through the whole garden and not just burning up the flora. Elisa and Claudine we're already there trying to put the fire out. Pulling his wand out Cole hurried over to stand next to Elisa aiming his wand at the fire casting firmly "Aqua Eructo!" hoping that a jet stream of water would stop the fire. It would take more than two casted water spells that was for sure. Hopefully inhaling the smoke that was billowing around wasn't going to be hazardous. To Claudine he called over since the firstie was too close to the fire for his liking and he didn't want to see her hurt. "Claudine move away from those roses. Come over to us. The fire is getting too close to you..." |
If she hadn't already made it clear enough, Dalia was totally against this. She was only here in case this got back to Papa Carter, she could honestly say she'd helped. She hated being the one to state the obvious but.... "This is obviously a dragon, right?" she said to Claudine, Elisa and Cole who were already there. "I mean, a fire crab's too small to cause a fire this big and blast-ended skrewts have only been documented at Hogwarts so...." But then she remembered something else. "Unless it was a firedrake..." Anyway, there was a fire that needed to be put out. "Aqua Eructo," she cast, aiming towards the fire, of course. Though, part of her was hoping that the palace of a castle would catch. Would serve the French right. |
Much as he wouldn't admit it aloud, he'd agreed with Ojeda back in the Inquisitorial Hall. Sure, it was relatively satisfying having the Headmistress knocked down a peg but now there was a whole fire...and they would have to deal with it. Was it truly so hard to have a normal school year? Er...mostly normal. Magic did beget magic but come on. Malachi stopped short of the flames, glad none of the students had gone all the way in. "Hope not." To the dragon comment. They were entirely unprepared if this thing turned out to be a dragon. Those things were large and liked to eat everything in their path. Not a good combination with a bunch of kids. The Headmaster shot out his own water spells but the idea of a creature lurking around never left his mind. "Everyone remain alert. We don't know for certain what's around here and we're not taking any casualties on behalf of the French." Something he hoped Desmarais heard. If this got out of hand, they weren't going to stick around and wait for it to hit mission critical. |
"Whew," Bernie coughed, fanning some of the smoke away from her. She had to admit, this place did NOT smell like roses right now. She could hardly see in front of her, but at least the fire was keeping this place somewhat warm. "Aguamenti," the first-year cast, not at all sure of her spell nor where her wand was pointing. Wait... was Claudine out here, instead of at her trial? WHAT A FRIEND, HMMMPH. |
Silently berating himself as he flew down the steps, taking some at a leap and with the grace of a gazelle, the French man moved through the rose garden and leaped through a small wall of flames in hopeful hot pursuit of the creature. His eyebrows were singed just a bit, but he landed on the other side unscathed otherwise. Kneeling down, his fingers caressed the grasses and burned bits flora. Smashing some of it between his fingers, his pressed his ashen fingers to his tongue and turned his head sharply to the left. There should be tracks around here somewhere, weighted and reptilian in form, or more destruction from its tail's wake if his hunch was not mistaken. Pushing himself up to stand, he drew his wand and proceeded forward while the heat from the fire scalded his profile. "....t’es où? T’es où, mon tout-petit..." Or, more likely, not-so-petite... |
Aesha quickly excused herself from the rest of the group. They had very different objectives here. They were putting out a fire. Aesha was looking for a dangerous beast. One that was illegally smuggled into the castle. One they were SUPPOSED to keep hidden. One that could very much get her expelled. It was true that the burning flowers were a decent distraction, but that could only be for the time being. How long would it last with the aid of magic? Surely the fire would be put out rather easily. This meant that time was fleeting, as were the chances of escaping this mess without being caught. If she could find it first, they'd be set. |
Luc Vayssière was beginning to worry. Something he didn't do all that often. When they reached the burning rose garden, he split up from Aesha figuring it would be better, that they'd have more chance of finding it, if they covered more ground. They had to find it before one of the others did. But then that begged the question, what they were going to do if they DID find it? He hadn't thought that far ahead yet. He did have a plan in place should someone else find it first though. Deny everything. Maybe even point fingers at his schoolmates. That seemed to have done the trick so far. |
Cecelia felt like a fire fighting REBEL because she was NOT supposed to be in this garden per orders of the headmistress. Thing WAS, she supposed all bets were off with the roses burning and the headmistress begging for help and all. So HERE she was, Cecelia Elizabeth Summers, wand in hand, doing the VERY thing that had gotten her into trouble in the first place. "Aguamenti!" It didn't escape her notice that the Beauxbatons students had arrived and didn't seem to be putting out any of the fire. THAT was curious, wasn't it? HM. The first year, wondering why AND curious about the creature causing this mess, deciding to multitask. She could follow that older girl AND put out the fire, too. LOOK AT HER GO. ""Aguamenti," She said more quietly as she began tailing the girl. |
Claudine was so relieved that others had arrived, including her Headmaster. This was one of those rare moments that she was actually pleased to see other humans. The majority of them seemed to be intent on using Aqua Eructo but she had never even tried to cast that one, ever. She would be sticking with what she had mastered, and thanks to her Head of House, that was Ignus Extinctus. When Cole called to her, the Snakette narrowed her eyes at him because she wasn’t one to be bossed around. But the heat… and Cole was right: she was close to the flames. The Snakette quickly moved towards the Hogwartians, though now her steely gaze had moved to the French students. Her dislike for them was strong. The first year came to a stop beside Bernie. “I don’t know…’’ was her reply to Dalia. "But what I do know is that I did not start this fire, Headmaster Trent.’’ She didn’t care if he didn’t believe her because quite frankly, Claudine was ready to fight to prove her innocence. |
After a momentary deliberation, Kaiser had made the decision to follow the group to the rose garden. He had been fully intending to go back to his dormitory, or maybe somewhere else entirely like the roof, because he certainly wasn't forgiving enough to want to help. It was more than likely that he wouldn't have come along if it was anyone but Trent giving the instructions. But, here he was, and Kaiser supposed he should help with the fire. Sure, he had been willing to leave everyone else to deal with it - and the search for whatever had caused it - but there was a big difference between that and being stood right in front of the destructive flames and doing absolutely nothing. He was a bad person, yes, but he wasn't that bad. Drawing his wand, Kaiser was about start helping with the extinguishing efforts using the spell Fuller-Thompson had taught them, when something caught his eye. "That is interesting," he said, watching the retreating back of one of the Beauxbatons students who looked to him, at least from this distance, like they weren't even attempting to put out the fire. Interesting for sure, given this was their school under threat, though Kaiser was careful not to throw out an overt accusation (not that he even knew what accusation he would have made). It had already been proven that that sort of thing didn't go down well. Turning his attention back to the fire and the immediate issue, he added his own Ignus Extinctus to the onslaught of spells. |
Bernie also noticed the French students doing their...... French things? Avoiding the fire? Sneaking away? Fleeing the scene of the crime? Oui. All of j'above. "I bet THEY started this," she announced loudly, hoping to catch the Headmaster's ear with her tone. She scooted Trent's way just in case as she continued to aim her trickle of water at the fire. "We all know THEY ruined the ball and just blamed us. This 'FIRE' is probably another STUPID PRANK from whatever STUPID CREATURE they brought to school this year." And look, there went Nostredame now to look for it. It was probably a gargoyle dragon. Bernie nodded to Claudine. "Did you see any gargoyle-dragon babies out here while you were avoiding my trial?" That's right, Claudine was an Avoider. Bernie knew it 'cos she was a Seeker. That's what the quiz in her Teen Witch magazine had said! |
"I know." Was the Headmaster's simple but distracted response when Blaze tried to plea her innocence. This, for one, was beyond the scope of a First Year and while he was aware she wasn't allowed in here (and defying a direct order because rules were just so hard to follow) the man had much bigger fish to fry than a kid who couldn't follow simple instructions. The rose garden was burning rapidly. MUCH bigger things here. Funny he didn't take much note of the French students until Grantham's outburst. "We'll point fingers after." He told her, setting water to another patch of roses that indeed didn't deserve this fate. Desmarais was a lot of things, but the man had taken several strolls through the garden. It was magnificent. Worth the effort of protecting. "Blaming now might distract us too much to handle the situation adequately." Yet another thing from his lessons they could apply now. Remaining focused on the task to avoid dying. Except....he couldn't shake the way those students were clearly LOOKING for something....or the way even Mathys seemed more concerned with the creature than the garden. It was unsettling to say the least. |
The fire began to take on varying shapes as if something moved through it. Whatever it was, it was getting closer to the group of firefighters at quite the alarming speed. In the dark of the evening, it's hard to make out at first but once the creature rears up on its legs, wings spread wide it creates a silhouette against the flames. It is the unmistakable form of a dragon, one that has done quite a bit of growing since it first arrived at Beauxbatons. Black scales make it all but impossible to see it in detail but the yellow eyes are all the more noticeable. It bowls over those in its path Cecelia, Kaiser and Mathys) before rearing up again. It is not a fully grown dragon, in fact it can be no older than a year--a big baby dragon in truth. Fire boils up from its throat, illuminating the immediate area but just as quickly, it swallows it in favour of an awkward half bound half fly towards two of its mothers. (Aesha and Luc). It had gotten free of it's holding cage. Did they know it was dinner time? |
"My Rooooziiizzzzz!!!" Giselle shrieked in dismay as they got to the burning garden. Her prides. Her precious babies. Who or what would have done such a thing?? What was a severe enough punishment to ensure anyone else who got this idea thought twice??? The woman didn't know where to begin. It was all overwhelming and for a time, all she could do was yell instructions to the Hogwarts students. "Yes! Yes! Zhere! Get ze flamez over zhere!! Don't forget zhat patch--no no, 'urry! Zhey are in paaaiinnnn, 'urry!" Her heart. She wasn't sure how much of this she could stand to watch. Then the monster appeared. Her eyes widened immensely at what was obviously a dragon. Here?? At Beauxbatons?! It couldn't be! And yet....there it was, now going after her students. "Mes chers! Look out! It iz coming! 'elp! 'elp zhem!" Oh dear oh my how had it gotten to this?? |
Phoebe was shadowing Kaiser, because he was her HERO and he always kept her safe and was super perfect in every way, amen. So she ducked when he was bowled over by a dark shape, rolling to the side just in time to spot the dark shape spread its wings in the smoke. It's own smoke. Pint sized dragon! Dragon! "Dragon," Phoebe managed to whisper. And then louder, "DRAGON." Phoebe rolled to her knees and somehow had the presence of mind to stay (some what) quiet and not to flail at the dragon. Not a snack James. That's what they called her. "That dragon thinks those two deeply unattractive French kids are for dinner," she whispered to... whoever would listen to her. "SOMEONE SAVE THEM." |
P for Phoebe, H for Hoebe, O for Oebe, E for Ebe, B for Bebe, E for 'Ello there, mate Per usual, Bernadette the Seer was C O R R E C T! When were these wizards going to give her the respect and credit she deserved??! Someone could have written a book about her first year here. Still mostly hiding behind Trent, the first year shook her fist and her wand (which was truly acting like a weak garden hose) toward the D R A G O N that popped up. "IT'S A DRAGON," the first year repeated Phoebe, nodding along to her housemate's description of the French kids. Yes, yes, they were ugly. The French kids were an example of what was on the outside being just as awful as THEIR CHARACTER ON THE INSIDE. However, she disagreed with Phoebe about something: "BUT DON'T SAVE THEM! THEY DID THIS!" Did the Headmaster hear her? He wasn't going to help them, right? She liked him. She didn't want him to be baby!dragon food. He shoulda just taken them all back to Hogwarts like TONIGHT instead of voluntelling them to go help in the rose garden. If anyone were to help them out their self-created conflagration, it should be THEIR Headmistress! The Roziz Lover! No no, Bernie was not busy blaming anyone. She was just stating the facts loudly for all to hear. She wasn't distracted AT ALL. Who could look at anything except that brilliant |
Missa wanted to point out the French kids were not helping. Even with the wild fire around, she somehow still wanted to point out how wrongly they had been accused - there needed to be consequences. She felt petty enough, after all. But then .. .... There was a DRAGON. There was an actual D R A G O N. Mid water spell, she STARED at the thing as it flew, majestic and bold, --- toward the French kids?? "WATCH OUT" she shrieked at the two, honestly terrified for them. They needed to suffer for their lies but to become dragon dinner? They deserved it but not maybe not as much. |
Holy hippogiffs, a baby dragon ! ! ! ! ! ! Okay but did ANYONE know how much of a DREAM COME TRUE this was?! Cecelia LOVED dragons JUST like her MUM loved them and she JUST wanted to tell everyone not to be scared and to be calm, but ALL she could manage was a, "Shhhhh, you'll scare 'im! He doesn't know any better. Just look, he can't even fly properly yet." Or her. It COULD be a her. It could. And it was just a baaaaby. Also, if everyone wanted to avoid being eaten, they really needed to stop panicking and start listening to the creatures professor who she ASSUMED would have a plan. If her MUM was here, SHE'D know what to do. She knew Eiji's mum would know, too! She really WISHED they WERE here because this baby dragon seemed like it needed more space than what it currently had and more love and LESS Beauxbatons meanies in his OR her life. ...A dragon. Maybe she actually DID like it here. Sneaking back into the rose garden to fight fires had TOTALLY been worth it. |
Why was he doing this? Why was he doing this? Was all Ewan could think as he got closer to the Rose Garden, the flames now taking various shapes as he got closer and closer until… “What in Merlin’s…a dragon? A DRAGON!!!” Freezing, he just stared from afar as the firefighters tried their best to wrestle the flames into submission. “How on earth had it managed to get into the school?” he whispered under his breath as his eyes followed it, watching as it bounded towards Aesha and Luc, the witless wondering of Beauxbaton. Despite how intimidating the dragon was, Ewan couldn’t help but marvel at those big yellow eyes that shone out from the smoke and flames around the dragon. Running now, not really considering the consequences, he moved towards the dragon and the two children that it was barrelling towards, his wand out ready. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure what made him try to help them because anyone in that farce of a trial knew he was less than fond of the two just from the look he gave both of them but, here he was again, running towards danger. For a Ravenclaw, he sure was stupid. Stopping a few metres away from them, he aimed his wand up at the dragon and waited for it’s next move, ready to hit it with a conjunctivitis curse if it moved any closer. |
What trial? Bernie received a questioning and confused look from Claudine. The Snakette had been out here on the Grounds for sometime now. “You’ll have to catch me up to speed with whatever trial you’re on about, Bernie, but as for any gargoyle-dragon, no, I haven’t seen.’’ She was very out of the loop about recent happenings apparently. “Wait… is that what caused this fire?” That certainly would explain why Trent was not expelling her right now and he claimed to instead believe her. Relief washed over her. That relief only lasted for about a second. Claudine’s gaze had been fixed on the flames and smoke; the smoke was making shapes. Huh? She did a double take in time to see it zoom towards the group. “Look out!’’ she shouted and pointed. “Dragon!’’ Bernie had been right. It was a dragon! OH MERLIN! In her haste to get out of its way, without realising it Claudine had grabbed onto Bernie’s wand-free arm. “Bernie, Bernie, you were right!’’ And she was with her friend on the Beauxbatons students' matter: “You know you want to gobble them up, Dragon!’’ she called loudly. Their bat-crazy Headmistress could be eaten too, for all she cared. |
Eiji's eyes were particularly tuned towards one Luc Vayssière but would deny anyone if they accused him of being on a witch hunt. If anything he was on a warlock hunt. So he picked up all too quickly that this Beauxbatons student and his classmates were much more concerned with finding this creature than they were helping. Truly, they were all outstanding at following instructions. His own wand out, he had the odd urge to hold the older boy at wandpoint and demand a confession of some sort. But, honestly, the fifth year's gangly form was hardly intimidating and causing this sort of dispute in the middle of an inferno of sorts would help absolutely no one. He glanced around for Missa just in time to see a DRAGON streak across the scene. "....you have GOT to be kidding me," he groaned. A dragon. And it was flying. Which meant that it was just about a year old now and had had half a year or so to perfect its fire breathing - something which explained all the fiery accidents this term and narrowed down a few things. The Ombrelune common room had been set on fire...so this dragon had been kept in there specifically. Or so he assumed. So which of these French kids were in that house? The were the ring leaders of this operation. His eyes narrowed at the dragon and his wand arm fell to his side. Despite growing up with dragons, he was even bottle feeding the hatchings himself by age five under his mum's supervision, he felt...absolutely no obligation to do anything to help. His mum would be disappointed, but he could deal with that and it wouldn't be the end of the world if she barred him from her little field trips to the Galloway Rehabilitation Reserve whenever he was home from school. Or from helping bake those meat cookies for the dragons themselves. So it was, amidst all the screaming and shouting that Eiji just sort of....moved to stand off to the side. Oh so very helpful, Rasting. |
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