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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on May 6, 2023 22:55:46 GMT -8
Fergus stood as if he was on guard. His arm slipped around Gwen's waist effortlessly. He smiled as she curtseyed. Not a custom he was familiar with, but could get used to. Fergus bent at the waist, winking at her. The sound of her French accent melted his brain. Fergus scanned the room. He was tall, his eyes and sharp edges of his face shadowed. A strange feeling played at his stomach as Gwen kissed his cheek and spoke in French. He had no idea what she said but it sounded beautiful. Fergus shook his head slightly, patting the pocket where the map sat waiting to be examined.
They stood with Isla and friends, yet his mind was far away. Fergus wasn't usually strained by the pressures, but the current situation weighed at him. Gwen was absolutely breath-taking tonight and wholly sweet, yet his ties to Anneli could not be as easily forgotten. His eyes fought the urge to glance over to her, to check in to see her inevitably sitting with Loce. He wanted to be as fair as possible. Fergus knew that he harbored secrets. Secrets that swore of his life to keep. His family still used a traditional honor system.
"Theo Cole, huh?" He said, raising a brow. "Seems a nice enough guy. I might be able to give him some Quidditch tips." Fergus shrugged, the pride for his house overtaking any need to be falsely kind. "As long as he treats you with respect, Biene." He used her childhood nickname 'bee'. Fergus missed those simpler days at times. Isla had been his partner for years. At one time, they both rebelled against their parents with pranks. Fergus could not attempt those same stunts now. In his family eyes, he was already a man and needed to act as such.
He smiled at her answer. It felt good to make Gwen smile. She was clearly going to be part of his future. Fergus couldn't deny himself that, especially as Anneli sat with Loce. He just wondered how long it could possibly last. Maybe he could delay his parents with an owl or two. He might be able to convince them that Gwen was just a cover to throw Professors off his scent, even if fully untrue.
Fergus moved so that he was facing only Gwen. He held her hand softly, kissing it. "The pleasure would be mine, surly," He laughed, running his hands through his hair, "Shall we meet on the seventh floor corridor when the feast ends? I know of a secret room that might be to your liking." Fergus winked at her, "I will leave you to mingle with your house, as I should probably catch up with some teammates." He was all business, though there was a softness to his eyes. Fergus didn't want Gwen to think he was giving her the cold shoulder, but he needed to connect with his house tonight. Plus, any unnecessary public displays of affection with Gwen might prove dangerous long-term.
He kissed her softly, moving her hair out of her face. "I hope to see you there, die Schöne." His German accent deep. Fergus nodded his head at her before turning to stride toward the Slytherin table.
The scene was disheartening at best. Anneli was sat on Loce's lap with Ezra taking a picture of the two. Fergus diverted his eyes to Cordelia and Reece. Friendly faces to him. "Evening, all," He greeted, moving to take a flask of vodka from his jacket. Fergus took a greedy swig. Germany was much more lenient about underage drinking. He partook in spirits with the other guards of the castle. "Happy Halloween, Cordelia, Anneli." Fergus said, greeting the women of the group first. A proper thing to do. He looked around for Liam but no luck just yet.
"Ezra, you put on quite a firework show..." He said, grinning, "Do you think you might be interested in customizing another? The Quidditch pitch might look good lit up." Fergus smirked, "Of course, payment would be made. I would see to it." He laughed. Fergus nodded at Loce and Wolf. A strange friendship, just as strange as Anneli with him. His eyes fell on Anneli's gaze for a moment. Fergus lingered there for a moment before turning to take another sip from his flask.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
Posts: 296
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Post by Anneli Oden on May 7, 2023 2:13:40 GMT -8
Anneli smiled brilliantly under the enchanted ceiling, "Calan Gaeaf hapus, fy nghariad. Rydych chi yr un mor olygus." The glow of fiery pumpkins reflected in her eyes. The flying bats fluttered above them, inviting mischief and wonder. Her mind raced with the possibilities of the night. Halloween was sacred in her hometown. A time to reflect the warmth of light through the snowy mountains. Now, here, she could feel the same enchanting vibration through her fingertips. She was swept into his lap in one swift motion. Anneli grinned curiously at him, taking note of his confidence. She was happy he felt comfortable sharing their relationship so outwardly. It had taken her some thought to get past the reservation. They were together, despite the mountains they faced together. Thankfully, the new formed allyship with their Professors had helped to quell some of her concerns.
She greeted Aracely as she joined. Aracely was a quiet Ravenclaw, but shyness meant little to her. Anneli knew what could be hidden behind the shadows of quietness. She had been guarded into pillars of silence herself. In one quick motion, Anneli pulled out her wand to conjure a drink for Aracely. "Welcome, Aracely. Happy Halloween." Anneli smiled from the safety of Loce's lap. She admired Ezra and Aracely together. Two sharp, compatible minds together.
Her focus turned to Reece as he joined the group. She laughed as he mentioned the dare to do something kind for another. The alcohol had certainly taken her that night. "Happy to see the follow through, Reece. Impressed, actually." Anneli said, smiling at him and the cake. She cast a curious look in Cordelia's direction. Between Wolf and Reece, she was sure to find someone that might intrigue her deeper.
Anneli batted her eyelashes at the camera's flash. She glowed with happiness in his arms. Her smile was radiant then, "A copy for me as well, Ezra," She said softly, glancing at Loce. She would love to see the moving image of them two, captured in their natural state. Though Ezra publishing their picture together would be a sure way to get Halvar's attention, "I like the idea of a student editorial, and would contribute given the opportunity...I just think my picture best left out for now." She nodded, hoping he might understand her need for privacy. Anneli squeezed Loce's hand in a gesture of comfort.
Her body stilled as Fergus approached. She hated to think of his presence like an omen, but right now it was. Her father's letter read clearly in her mind then. Anneli gazed at Loce, attempting to find solace in her rushing mind.
She looked at him as he greeted her a happy Halloween. "Evening, Fergus." She said politely, understanding all too well that she would need to maintain a public image of togetherness not only for the team, but to protect Loce's life. Anneli shifted out of Loce's lap into the seat next to him. She took a drink to her lips, more quiet than before. The weight of the situation played at her mind. She was sixteen now. Her father wouldn't grant her much more time.
Her skin crawled as her gaze met with Fergus'. An unpleasant shiver ran down her arms. He was a constant reminder of her fate if left alone. She would become Anneli Viktoria Reinhardt, a trapped soul in a game she would rather not play...
"Kan du förvandla honom till en vessla för mig?" She whispered directly into Loce's ear, her blonde waves playing at his shoulder. Anneli made sure to keep eye contact with Fergus. She wouldn't let him out of her sight. Not with Loce around.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on May 7, 2023 3:05:53 GMT -8
Loce squeezed Anneli’s hand in return, he would love nothing more than for Ezra to do a piece on them. Heck, they were the talk of the school anyway. But things being as they were, it would not bode well for Anneli, or for him for that matter. He hated her father, he’d never met the man, but hated him none the less. He stiffened slightly as Fergus approached. What did he want? Besides to make Anneli uncomfortable. He hugged her quickly before she slipped from his lap. Perhaps the only one he hated more than her father was Fergus. The thought of him with Anneli in any sense made his blood boil. He would see Fergus dead first. He reached out and took Anneli’s free hand. The entire school knew they were together, Fergus knew they were together, he wasn’t going to let Fergus bully them just by his showing up. Time wasn’t on their side and he wasn’t going to lose precious moments to the likes of Fergus. Loce laughed as she whispered to him and shook his head. “Han är redan en vessla. Kanske en gris med en lockig liten svans? Eller en padda? Eller en snigel?” He whispered the options back to her. Wondering how much trouble he’d get in if he attempted it. Instead he muttered a quick spell under his breath, summoning the spiders in the castle and directing them towards Fergus. He eyed Fergus’ outfit and smirked, amending the spell he cast on Wolf’s shirt earlier, he turned Fergus’ coat yellow and splayed a badger prominently on the back. ‘Hufflepuff’ glowing in ghostly luminescence from his sleeve. Much more accurate. He thought, not really caring how pissed off Fergus got.
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Post by Heather Nicholson on May 7, 2023 20:12:12 GMT -8
"Any kind of giant insect would be...horrible. I would probably die on the spot," she says a little dramatically, but she's serious about her bug fear. 100% hell no. She kept walking, keeping close to him. "A werewolf would be really scary. Are you afraid to turn or afraid to die by one?" she asked him. Maybe a weird question but they were in a weird place.
The path they were on eventually led to a cabin. There were lights inside. This must lead to the rest of the haunted house. She wondered what else awaited them there. She hesitated as she reached for the door handle. She heard another crunch somewhere in the forest to their right. She wasn't sure if what was there would be worse or what was ahead of them. There was only one way to find out. Plus... she figured, going forward was their quickest way out. It would lead them to the end eventually.
She finally pushed herself to grab the handle and turned it. The door creaked open. The house was wooden, and so old. Every step they took creaked. The living room had a fireplace with a fire going. There was a foot rest in front of the fireplace and behind that... a chair that was...already rocking. But there wasn't anyone sitting in it that she could see.
She was about to take another step forward when the grandfather clock in the room rang out loudly. She jumped and swore.
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Post by Cordelia Burke on May 7, 2023 20:45:14 GMT -8
Cordelia smiled warmly at Anneli, cherishing the happy-look which her beau consistently brought to her face. "Everyone looks great." She remarks, her eyes slowly taking in Wolf's appearance again. She hadn't known what to expect from him, after their previous interaction. If she should expect anything. Did she want to expect anything?
Her mind was a bit scattered and she didn't like that feeling. When he asks about joining them at their table and Loce makes the joke about trading for Fergus she has to stifle a laugh. It was funny.
Before Cordelia could think up a reply or say anything else to Wolf, Aracely joins and then Reece. He's complimenting their outfits for the night, but as soon as he starts talking to Anneli about the truth or dare game, Cordelia cannot stop herself from staring at Wolf.
It was impossible, thinking of the dares they engaged in. The way his hands pulled her close on her waist... The way her fingers felt on the back of his neck and in his hair... She tries to shake off her wandering thoughts and look off at the other groups of students forming and mingling.
Cordelia's attention is recaptured by Reece because he faces her specially and presents her with his potluck item. A cake. A cake made just for her. There's no stopping the shocked 'o' that her mouth forms as she looks from the cake to Reece and back again. "You made me a bourbon biscuit cake?" The idea of him doing this, from scratch... for her? She didn't know what to think.
"That..." She shakes her head a little bit, "That was very sweet." She says simply. Because it was. No one had ever paid attention to her in that way before. He had been paying attention to her during the after-party and she didn't really take notice. Not then. But now...
Her eyes dart toward Wolf for a brief second, wondering what he thought, if at all, about this. "It looks delicious." She says again honestly. Picture perfect. She takes in Reece's appearance then: he was good-looking. She'd always known that, but somehow now, he seemed even more attractive.
She happily places the offered cake on the table and cuts herself a slice. "Well, I'm not eating this alone, obviously." She jokes, handing a plate over to Reece as well. She's about to offer it up for everyone to try when Ezra joins... and then Fergus.
Cordelia's blue eyes move to look at Anneli, at her stiff discomfort at his arrival. This wouldn't bode well for the team, she thought. How could they all fly together confidently. They were small concerns comparatively to what was going on between Anneli and Fergus. Cordelia knew that at least...
"Same to you, Fergus..." Cordelia replies. She looks over his shoulder to the direction from which he'd come, "What, Gwendolyn doesn't want to join us?" She adds cooly, raising a brow and taking a bite of the cake on her small plate. She looks down at it and then to Reece, nodding. It was delicious.
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Post by Wesley Thorsen on May 8, 2023 22:01:43 GMT -8
Wesley couldn't deny that a giant version of... well, anything, could be scary. Giant insects included. "Hmm..." He thinks on her question for a moment. "I guess I've only ever thought as far as the initial attack." He chuckles, "So, I suppose death?" Death by werewolf. He couldn't fathom being attacked, injured, surviving... and then turning. So maybe that was the bigger fear. He wasn't sure.
"Wow, this thing in amazing." He remarks, in awe of the entirety of the haunted house and it's detail. A cabin, eerie in the night comes into view and he recalls many muggle horror films that might start with a cabin just like that one.
Heather reached for the handle of the door before he did and he internally applauded her bravery; It made him admire her even more. The room inside was dimly lit, the fireplace the best source of light. Wesley breathed in filling his lungs with dusty, stale air with a hint of smoky, burning firewood. "Okay..." He asses their surroundings, on high-alert. His eyes linger on the movement of the unoccupied rocking chair. Points for creepiness.
He's about to make a joke about a horror movie when the grandfather clock chimes, making Heather jump wildly. He tightens his grasp on her hand instinctively and chuckles immediately after. "Not scared... just..." He smirks, "Startled?" He suggests.
The clock's chimes suggest that it's midnight. Of course. The door they'd entered through shimmers like an illusion and then disappears entirely, replaced by the same old, cracked wood that were the rest of the walls. "Is this like, an escape room or something?" He wonders aloud.
Just beyond the rocking chair, was a small portrait, about five feet from the floor. A portrait of a sphynx. He gives Heather's hand a light reassuring squeeze, nods in it's direction and advances that way.
A howl sounded in the distance making raising the hairs on his arms but he ignores that.
As soon as they step past the rocking chair the portrait springs to life and the sphinx rears her head and speaks, "A riddle for you, to help lead the way... but answer it wrong and a price you will pay."
Wesley looks over at Heather and then back to the Sphinx.
I have seas without water coasts without sand, towns without people, and mountains without land.
The howl from outside sounds again. This time significantly closer. What Am I? "Well," Wesley raises a hand and ruffles his hair, which he styled more neatly than usual, for Heather. He was stumped.
"Shit." He chuckles and looks at Heather, "What do you think we should do?"
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Post by Headmistress Isadora Gunvald on May 9, 2023 1:16:06 GMT -8
Isadora turned away from her students, smiling at Drake. “Your considerations are appreciated, especially tonight.” Her eyes flickered to the windows. Moonlight streamed in from the stones. She had made sure that Viktor would be comfortable, yet hadn’t made such provisions for herself. Isadora would need to be careful with her thoughts tonight. Rhys played at the fringes of her mind. She gazed at Drake, knowing one day that she would reveal all her secrets to him. In time.
She winked at him as he complimented her. A risky move considering their roles, but all the students looked consumed with food and chatter. “You look amazing yourself,” She smiled, “And I think you might be able to pull it off. A king in my book, either way.” Isadora laughed quietly, her eyes flickering around the room. She took note of a few students. Her mind was keen on protecting all of them, but a particular two rose to mind.
Professor Gunvald blushed. She attempted to conceal it, turning, “Yes, well, if mischief occurs on Hrekkjavaka, it will be on us to raise the standards.” She smiled at him flirtatiously. The r’s rolled off her tongue, her accent painted with Icelandic roots. Isadora smiled at him flirtatiously, peering over to the Slytherin table. Her voice was barely a whisper. She knew Drake would be able to pick up on her voice despite the lively chatter around them, “Curious...” Isadora remarked, glancing at Fergus greeting Anneli. “It seems he’s playing coy. I wonder if any other students know of their...arrangement?” She thought out loud, thought she wouldn’t go into it much deeper than that. Professor Gunvald had lived long enough to know when enough information had been given out loud.
She was curious about Fergus Reinhardt. On one hand, he was naturally playing into the hands of his parents and Anneli’s family. A young student navigating choices meant to someone much older than him. On the other hand, she knew Fergus to be intelligent enough to know the difference between right and wrong. He acted in accomplice with Anneli’s father, both seemingly running toward the same power, using Ms. Oden as a pawn and trophy…Isadora furrowed her brow, looking away. It was a desperate situation for such young students. This she could relate to. Their situation brought up raw emotions.
Isadora nodded, breaking her gaze from him. “I’ll take a seat with you at the front of the room,” She looked at two vacant chairs. One was meant for her at the center of the room, “And a glass of wine.” Professor Gunvald smiled at him curiously. She moved to sit in the center chair, eyeing the seat next to hers. It was far too early for their students to suspect anything. At least she hoped.
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Post by Professor Dragomir Ghica on May 9, 2023 3:18:06 GMT -8
Drake nodded at comment. “If you have a moment after the festivities, I have a few questions regarding my next class?” He asked. Hoping she understood it more as an invitation to not have to be alone rather than an actual immediate need of attention to school matters. Although he did want to run a few things by her so there was truth to his question even if the urgency of it was over emphasized. He laughed, king of nonsense perhaps. But he would take any compliment from her. “Well then, shall I wear this next time I go to Gringots and test the theory?”. That would prove interesting. He would probably get as many sideways glances from those in Diagon Alley as he would if he walked down a muggle street. The fashion was a bit… outdated even by muggle standards. “Ahhh, I am sure I could come up with some antics to replay from my youth if we need to raise the stakes with these here youngins.” He grinned and winked at her. “I could always transform one of the suits of armor to resemble the Gorgon currently waiting in my classroom. That might turn some heads, especially anyone from my class.” That would be amusing to see their reactions. Though he bet that since none of the professors would move to intervene, and no one was immediately petrified, that the students would realize it wasn’t real before a real panic started. He followed her gaze to the Slytherin table. “Does he really have any other options?” The whole school was talking about Mr. Vaisey and Ms. Oden, they seemed to be setting the standard for couples at the moment. If the situation wasn’t so dire, he would find the whole thing comical. “I would assume a couple of their closer friends may know the details, but I doubt it is common knowledge.” He shrugged. If that information was readily available among the students, he had not heard anything about it. And that type of rumor would spread like wildfire. “We will help them the best we can. All of them.” He said, keeping his voice to just audible. He meant it too. There were more than just the two involved, and she would want to ensure all of their safety. They were all their students, even if their actions were less than honorable. He nodded, following her gaze to the chairs. He wondered briefly if it was a good idea but pushed the thought away. He would spend as much time by her side as she wanted. Especially tonight. His gaze followed her as she walked to the chairs, even if his own strides took him towards the refreshment table, or the portion of it that had been laid out for the chaperones. He eyed the selections and shook his head, instead conjuring two chalices, both filled with red liquid, although his own was filled with deeper, more viscous liquid. He joined Isadora at the center of the room, handing her one of the chalices. The chalice was magicked to look like a skull, with only the eye sockets being clear, revealing the color of the drink it contained. “No offense to the house elves, but I decided to go with my own personal stock.” He said, nodding to her glass which contained more of the Memories he had shared with her previously. He took the seat next to her and glanced out over the room. This was certainly a good vantage point for spotting potential mischief. Or creating it He thought, a smirk playing at his expression. “So, what’s your preference, snakes, spiders, scorpions, rats?” He asked, thinking it might be amusing to magic something to run through the student groups.
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Ezra Ansel
Ravenclaw
6th Year - Prefect - Ravenclaw Captain/Chaser
Posts: 105
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Post by Ezra Ansel on May 9, 2023 17:08:03 GMT -8
Ezra pulled his arms around Aracely, "Yellow suits you," He whispered into her ear, smiling, "Though I'd argue every colour does." Ezra chuckled softly and winked at her. It felt nice to be so open in their affections, though Ezra still had questions about where they might go. Aracely had taken up most of his thoughts since the dance, yet he still knew so little about her. All he truly knew was the way his heart fluttered around her. There was something about Aracely that drew him in. He enjoyed her quiet, wise disposition. Perhaps because they were opposites in that way. Ezra smiled at her, admiring her jet black curls, "What would you like to drink?" He pulled Aracely in front of him, his arms wrapped gently at her waist.
He smirked curiously at Loce, "Well, now that you mention it..." Ezra nodded to Aracely, excusing himself to speak with Loce privately. "I had a few ideas, admittedly, some more dangerous than others." He laughed, his tall frame beaming with excitement. If not for his knack at picking up information, Ezra thought he might have been sorted Slytherin. "We can potentially enchant the ceiling, round up a horde of bats to release, or..." He subtly pulled a vial from his pocket to show Loce. The vial had a murky smell and looked like it was full of mud. "We can stir up some real trouble." Ezra smiled, though he was smooth. No one had seen the vial aside from Loce. He was sure Loce would know what it was on sight: Polyjuice Potion.
"It was intended for other purposes," He smiled, running his hands through his hair. "Unfortunately, it was tainted with the hair of my pet rat, Myrddin." Ezra laughed, shaking his head. It wasn't the first time Myrddin caused trouble. "There's only one git I think might fit the role of a rat for the evening..." He glanced toward Fergus then back to Loce. "I understand if you don't want to take the risk, but I would, in good fun. It won't hurt him, well, other than his massive ego." Ezra chuckled. He didn't dare to look over to the Professors table. He knew better than to look over to authorities figures when planning a prank. "I can stir it into his drink if you can...distract him with conversation?" He raised his eyebrows at Loce, excited and smiling. Ezra wanted to get Fergus back for attempting to fight him in the courtyard in the best manner he knew: Mischief. If he were to be caught, then he'd take the consequences willingly.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on May 9, 2023 18:44:48 GMT -8
Loce sat up in earnest as he found a kindred spirit in Ezra. This might turn out to be a fun year after all, despite all the trouble Fergus was causing him. He nodded as Ezra listed a couple options. Enchanting the ceiling… That could be fun, but what too? Bats… naw, nothing living that could end up hurting someone, he’d learned that lesson at Ilvermorny. A grin crept across Loce’s face as Ezra pulled out the vial. Nice He wondered why he hadn’t thought of it. And then Ezra glanced towards Fergus. Perfect. He certainly was a rat, more than Ezra knew. He nodded at Ezra, dropping his voice to meet Ezra’s pitch. “I think when he notices his jacket, or his new eight-legged crawling friends, he’ll be distracted enough for you.” He smirks. Loce had already summoned spiders to swarm him as well as turned his jacket to represent Hufflepuff. Turning him into a rat would be amazing. “Fitting, and Professor Drake’s Kneasel is wandering around somewhere, maybe he’ll give Fergus a chase.” Too bad it wouldn’t transform him into the tiny size of a rat, maybe Drake’s Kneasel would kill him that way. Then they’d be rid of Fergus all together. He wondered what Fergus’ family would do then about Anneli and everything? He figured nothing good. “If you need more, I have a fresh supply I can get you some.” He nodded at the pocket the vial disappeared back into. He kept a fresh supply on hand, never knew when you’d need some. Unfortunately, he hadn’t thought to bring it to the Halloween Festivities “If you want, I can go get the batch and we could clone some people. Cause a real panic with like seven of you or I wandering around… Or… make a bunch clones of Gwen and Fergus and watch the chaos as they try to find each other.” Turn Fergus into a rat and several others into Fergus… now that would be funny. Heck, even just turn one second or third year into Fergus and send him to the Gryffindor table… It was time to start enjoying other aspects of school life again.
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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on May 10, 2023 19:56:32 GMT -8
Fergus nodded as Anneli greeted him, attempting to draw from her natural pull. It was something he would need to learn how to control. He noted that his presence had made her move from Vaisey’s lap. A win, if nothing else. His gaze shifted back to Gwen, his eyes softening for a moment before looking forward again. The sound of his father’s stern voice rang in his ears, ‘Sie wird dir alles gewähren, was du wünschst. Was wählst du angesichts von Blut und Wasser? Sei kein Narr.’ His last words to him before they had ventured into the mountains together. The end of an argument not to be touched again.
He smiled at Cordelia. A friend in all of this mess. One that was far closer to Anneli, but a teammate nonetheless. Fergus trusted Cordelia to call him out on his shit, just hopefully not in the likes of Loce. Then she said it. She spoke of Gwen. One of the first people besides his sister Isla to speak of it out loud. He straightened, smiling, “Gwendolyn and I have plans of our own for tonight,” Fergus winked at her, taking a bite of an apple, “Besides, I think my sister is happy for my absence. Now they can plan the next dance together or whatever it is they talk about…” He ran his hands through his hair. Fergus did not want to linger on this topic for too long. He cast Cordelia a curious look. A ‘talk later?’ look. He would tell her on his own time, not in front of Anneli.
His gaze flickered back to Anneli as he heard her say something in Swedish to Loce. It bothered him. Fergus was not obvious, though he kept a watch on Vaisey from the corner of his eye. He took a full swig from his flask. Enough to keep him entertained for the time.
It was at this moment when a fleet of gangly spiders suddenly flew towards Fergus' face. Their limbs fluttered through the air in a stream of black, tiny legs. He heard a girl gasp. His wand was in his hand before he could think, “Immobulus!” Fergus’ voice bellowed through the room. The swarm of spiders hung immobile in the air. A few onlookers gave a sigh of relief and laughed. With his arm still straight out, Fergus turned his head to look at Loce. It was only obvious who might attempt such a trick. He shook his head and smiled at him, “Fair play, Dummkopf.” His accent heavy and his tone venomous, “But you’ll need better than that.”
Fergus looked down to his robes. Once an emerald green, now a mustard yellow. The word ‘Hufflepuff’ highlighted his sleeve. He scoffed. A slow simmering hate was beginning to form. It would be a mediocre prank coming from anyone else, laughable even. But coming from Loce? That was different. It signified to him that Vaisey was emboldened. Even more importantly, it confirmed to him that Anneli had revealed the arrangement to Loce. Not that it mattered, it would be him next to Anneli in the end. Whether or not they agreed with it.
He cast his arms upward, looking down at his new robes with a satisfied look, “I suppose it will do as a costume for the night. Was it a jester of some sort you were going for, Vaisey?” Fergus strode up to Loce, smirking. They were both tall for their age, their eyes were leveled. He lowered his tone, “Not that I find it very amusing. I wonder…” Fergus cast his wand back into his robe, “If Halvar will find you as funny as I do.” His voice was a whisper then. Not even Anneli would be able to hear that one. Fergus nodded at Loce, then quietly rejoined the group.
“Well, I suppose I’m Hufflepuff tonight,” Fergus said, taking a seat with Cordelia and Reece. He made sure to keep his eyes away from either Anneli or Gwen. It wasn’t the time. “Do you think they’ll let me play against Ravenclaw next weekend then? Maybe give them a fighting chance.” He laughed, giving silent cheers to Ezra and Aracely. Fergus respected Ravenclaw of all the other houses.
He watched as Ezra pulled Loce aside. His instincts kicked in. They were plotting in plain sight. Fergus shook his head, shoveling a plateful of food onto his platter and filling his chalice with a red liquid.
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Post by Aracely Minh Davies on May 10, 2023 20:40:48 GMT -8
Aracely practically melts into Ezra's embrace. And happily so. She was glad she'd made the choice to approach this group because she didn't have to waste any time searching through the crowd for Ezra. He was here, now, with his arms wrapped around her and she couldn't be more thrilled.
"Thank you." She blushes at his complement, looking down at her yellow jacket momentarily. He made her feel good in anything. She thought back to the truth or dare night and her cheeks flushed crimson for a moment. "You are utterly amazing." She answers, "Dashing." She adds, looking at him quickly before snuggling back into his arms.
Loce mentions any... unscheduled activities and Ezra lights up. With a knowing nod he moves away from her to confer with Loce. She feels his absence like a chill. While they chatted she sipped slowly on a fruity drink, observing those around her, a task she often slipped into. She often went unnoticed, so people-watching came easy to her.
Cordelia sat beside Reece but her eyes frequently found Wolf among the group. Anneli and Loce were as public about their affections as ever. Fergus Reinhardt joined the gathering and the mood seemed to shift a bit. Before Ezra could return to her a flurry of spiders seemed to appear. Aracely shrieked and stepped back to distance herself but Fergus swiftly halted the ambush. "Eek..." Aracely wasn't a fan of those eight-legged little things.
When Fergus' outfit morphed to represent Hufflepuff that's when she realized someone here was taunting him, just a bit. She had no idea the Slytherin's had so much... tension... on their quidditch team. They always seemed like a well-oiled machine out on the pitch.
When Fergus joked about joining the Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw game and that Hufflepuff needed the help to defeat Ravenclaw she couldn't help but chuckle. She moved back to her original spot, since the spiders were taken care of. "I think Ravenclaw has the win in the bag." She remarks, trying to lighten the edge of whatever was going on. She had no clue. "Even with your assistance." She chuckles lightly and takes another sip, Eyes focused on Ezra. Again. He really did look handsome tonight.
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Post by Cordelia Burke on May 12, 2023 9:19:58 GMT -8
Fergus was an... interesting character. Cordelia had heard more things about him than she'd seen first hand. Overall, She trusted Anneli very deeply and did not like the shite that Fergus had put her through recently... and the fact that he continued sniffing around her like a dog in heat. But, if removing Anneli from of the equation... he wasn't all that terrible.
They were a strong team and she'd always considered him a friend. His behavior regarding Anneli annoys the hell out of her, and she'd happily tell him that. Cordelia notes Gwen cast a glance or two in this direction.
Cordelia opened her mouth to say something more... but then closed it again. Gwen actually seemed like a sweet girl, and Fergus seemed to like her, and she him... why not just pursue that. It did not escape her notice when Fergus gave her a pointed look, following his mention of Gwen. What could he want to talk about? She was intrigued, but obviously it would have to wait for later...
Cordelia watched as a mild commotion ensued. She covers her mouth to hide her snicker. Loce was clearly having some fun at Fergus' expense... She observed the group silently, nibbling at her cake. There was such a deep rooted discomfort on Anneli's face. Cordelia's brows furrow as she glances back and forth between the three of them. There had to be more going on there than she knew... the tension was too high. The intolerance and hostility in the air was almost palpable.
Cordelia decided she definitely needed to speak with Anneli again... her friend was leaving out some information, that much was clear. But why? Maybe she didn't want Cordelia to know everything. Maybe she didn't trust her. Cordelia started to bite her bottom lip absentmindedly as she contemplated.
Fergus moves to sit with her and Reece, making light of his new Hufflepuff attire. She chuckles again and shakes her head a little bit...
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Ezra Ansel
Ravenclaw
6th Year - Prefect - Ravenclaw Captain/Chaser
Posts: 105
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Post by Ezra Ansel on May 13, 2023 18:42:25 GMT -8
Ezra smiled mischievously at Loce, "I can at least make Fergus a more fitting species for the night." He chuckled, watching Fergus from the corner of his eye. Ezra looked curiously at his unofficial partner in crime. He knew he could never be as cunning as Loce, however they did share their fair love of fun. Ezra had no real intentions toward harming anyone, just poking fun at someone that looked like they could use lightening up. Fergus walked around the school with a stick up his arse. Ezra peered toward Aracely briefly, wondering if she would approve if his antics took a more dangerous turn. He had been having nightmares of the sort, anyway.
Just as the army of spiders hurled toward Fergus, Ezra winked at Loce and strolled away. He walked casually by the Slytherin table. The vial was obscured by the ruffle of his sleeve. It was poured into Fergus' flask before anyone had a chance to notice. A plot gone reasonably well for being planned at the last minute. Loce's spider prank had played perfectly as an unofficial diversion.
Ezra sauntered over to Aracely, a gleam in his eye. He sat next to her, pulling her in to kiss her cheek, "You're right," Ezra smiled, pouring himself a drink, "Ravenclaw doesn't need the help. We have Aracely." He winked at her, bringing his glass to a cheers with hers. Ezra glanced over to Fergus, a smirk playing on his lips. It was difficult to conceal. It would be any moment that Fergus would drop into his Hufflepuff robes and transform into a rat. He glanced momentarily toward the Professors table. Ezra had no true history of trouble and was an excellent student. If he did get caught, he hoped that might help.
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Isla Reinhardt
Gryffindor
5th Year - Gryffindor Seeker - Prefect
Posts: 116
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Post by Isla Reinhardt on May 13, 2023 23:00:16 GMT -8
Isla smiled bashfully at Oliver. She looked down, finding it difficult to lie to him. Her eyes flickered toward Loce, a new confidant. She was sure he wouldn’t appreciate it if she revealed the after party to Oliver, yet would it truly matter to him? Isla had so much information. It concerned her. She wasn’t the best liar. If anything, lying was a contradiction to her very soul. Isla was already keeping in so much, she would need to be honest here. Especially with their team Captain. She kept her voice low, “Hey Oliver, thanks,” Isla folded her arms, “We…went to an after party. Loce and Anneli invited us…no big deal really, it wasn't a party without ya.” She smiled hopefully up at him. “I know you guys haven’t seen eye to eye, but still. It was hard to pass up the offer.” Isla shrugged.
Her eyes widened as Gwen approached. She hadn’t been entirely truthful with her best friend either. Isla owed her that much, if she needed to keep everything else secret. For now. “Hey Gwen!” She greeted enthusiastically, “I love the look. Red suits you.” Isla beamed, looking her friend up and down.
“We were just uh…discussing Loce’s after party.” She admitted, “I wanted to tell you about it, but Theo and I were invited after the Homecoming dance. Considering Loce doesn’t particularly care for either Oliver or Fergus…I couldn’t really tell you guys about it.” Isla shook her head, “I should have told you. I’m sorry. Truly, it wasn’t a party without either of you.” Isla frowned, wishing she had been honest to begin with. “I’m thinking of holiday party ideas already. With everyone involved.” She linked arms with Gwen, “But I couldn’t do it without my best party planner.”
“Hey Ameryn!” She greeted, smiling, “As do you! Can I borrow that jacket sometime?” Isla laughed, hoping the previous subject would fade away. Tonight was time to celebrate all of the spooky things with her friends and teammates.
Isla cast an eyebrow upward as Fergus approached. They hadn’t been speaking much. She glanced toward Gwen sympathetically, wishing she could tell her everything. “Happy Halloween to you too, Fergus.” She said sarcastically, “Theo doesn’t need any help, thank you very much. And he does, Bruderherz.” Isla’s heart stung as he called her by her childhood nickname. She did the same. It had been some time since she missed her brother. But right now, with all her secrets, she did.
She frowned as he formally walked away. Isla knew Gwen was too sweet for him, but how could she tell her that? She leaned into Gwen, “So, what do you think about Professor Gunvald and Ghica? They look pretty close tonight.” Isla said, an attempt to distract her from Fergus’ cool departure. She glanced over to the Professors. Gwen was an empath and Isla was observant by nature.
Suddenly, Fergus was attacked by a bunch of spiders. She looked over to see Loce, who was definitely responsible. Isla frowned. If he wanted to put a target on his back, he was doing a good job. She shook her head, “Boys.” Isla said under her breath to Gwen.
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