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Post by Loce Vaisey on May 14, 2023 0:08:41 GMT -8
Loce smirked at Fergus. “If I wanted something more drastic, you’d know it. You’re really not worth the effort all said and done.” He shrugged. He enjoyed toying with Fergus. It was easy to get under his skin. He knew he probably should give Fergus some space, but there was no way he was letting him off the hook. He laughed when Fergus mentioned Halvar. “Can’t fight your own battles? Need to hide behind someone else’s robes? Be a man Fergus, think for yourself and stop being their lap dog.” He spit back keeping his voice just as low. He didn’t care what Fergus or anyone thought, he’d die or see Fergus dead before he saw Anneli subjected to him indefinitely. Given her family, one of those outcomes was a distinct possibility, but… that was an issue for another day. It might not be so bad if Fergus showed any sign of actually caring about Anneli, but he didn’t. Every action, every move in this damn chess game proved the only person Fergus cared about was himself. He smirked and nodded at Ezra. Absolutely… other than seeing him tormented, the only thing better might be to find Fergus dead somewhere. As Ezra turned away, Loce deliberately turned his attention back to Anneli. “Vill du komma ut härifrån? Vi kan starta vårt eget parti någonstans? Kanske ta med några andra?” He leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Eller kanske bara spökhuset? Komma bort från råttan?” Anything to put some distance between her and Fergus, and maybe a smile back on her face. This game of chess sucked, but her happiness was all that mattered in the end. And there was one ending she definitely wouldn’t be happy with.
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Post by Lukas De Vos on May 14, 2023 14:27:37 GMT -8
Lukas waited quietly in the shadows of the room. Tonight would be his first appearance in the castle. His transfer from Durmstrang had been made by choice. Vulpelara was sure to miss him, yet he couldn't allow himself the same emotions. Lukas was cast into reverie as he looked about the room. He was dazzled by the outward displays of charm and intrigue. He thought to Emiliya for a moment then shifted his thoughts. The hall was filled with jovial students and dancing ghosts. The students were lively though he felt in tune with the ghosts at the moment. They had lives here, yes, but were not fully living. And neither was he.
He scanned the room in a flash. It had been some time since his eyes were red. He was 'born' with gold eyes. A rarity in the vampire world. Or at least so he had come to understand. Lukas nodded at Professor Gunvald. The Headmistress helped to provide the appropriate accommodations since his arrival. He looked to Professor Ghica. She had given him notice to speak with him. Lukas had been relieved to know he wasn't the only vampire in the castle, albeit much younger than Professor Ghica.
The conversation with Professor Ghica would need to wait. Tonight, Lukas would need to find his place among the sea of Hogwarts students. Where could he possibly fit in amongst them? He was old enough to understand the nuances of teenagers, having been one himself many years ago. Lukas was just 25 years old when he was turned. In June, he would officially be turning 98 years old. He had lived as a vampire for just 73 years. Nothing in terms of time. Still young enough to have lived one human life alone. Lukas was wise, knowledgeable, yet still yearned to be connected, even if with mortals...
Lukas smirked. One of the students had pranked the other. There was tension there. He watched as one of the boys slipped something into his flask. Lukas couldn't place any of the students into their houses. The traditional school robes had been retired for the night. He strolled deeper into the room, his pale skin catching a few glances. Most of the students would be aware of a vampire's presence by now, considering their Professor was one. A pair of daywalkers roaming in plain sight was sure to capture some attention, no matter the location.
He moved to stand near the Slytherin table. From what he had gathered, these students had been sorted into this house by way of ambition and cleverness. Through his time, he had known these kinds of witches and wizards to either excel into objective greatness or to fall into self-serving lives of dark means. He had no previous experience with the house himself, but was curious. This is where most of the commotion occurred from.
"Good evening," He greeted formally as he approached the group, "Happy All Hallows' Eve to you all." His accent was a mixture of old money American English with a hint of harsh Bulgarian. Lukas was born American, but had been welcomed with open arms by the Bulgarian. He scanned the table, his eyes falling on the boy about to drink the poisoned glass. Lukas smiled.
"My name is Lukas De Vos, newly transferred." He introduced himself. Lukas stood straight like a solider. "This table seems lively. I figured I'd join, if you do not mind." Lukas knew he needed to secure friends quickly. There was still a stigma around vampires, no matter how many laws were put into place. The stakes were higher than that even. He would need to blend in.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on May 14, 2023 15:07:51 GMT -8
Loce eyed the newcomer for a second then smiled. “Evening. It could be better.” He glared at Fergus, then turned back to Lukas. “Happy Calan Gaeaf to you too.” He said, using the Welsh name for the holiday. “American somewhere in that accent eh? Where from? I’m from Boston myself. Wolf here,” He gestured to the boy with Slytherin written on his sleeve, “Is from New York. I just started the beginning of term. Transferred from Ilvermorny, but you’re not from there, I’d have remembered you. I’m Loce Vaisey.” He offered him his hand, leaving it open for Lukas to divulge as much of his situation as he wanted. Vampire. Vampires had definite advantages as friends and allies. He hadn’t seen him in the dorms, so not Slytherin by sorting, unless he just showed up today? Possible, but mid-term transfers were rare. Didn’t matter to him one way or the other. Lukas was bold enough to come up to them, he’d see if he stood the test of time. Currently the table hosted a mixed group of friends and an unwanted intruder. “Grab a seat, join the fun. We’re looking to liven up things a bit if you have any ideas.” He smirked. He turned to the rest of the group, pointing them out as he named them. “This is Anneli, Cordelia, and Reece our resident Slytherins, oh and Fergus, he’s Slytherin too unfortunately, when he’s not repping Hufflepuff. Ezra and Aracely are Ravenclaws. Wolf there is Hufflepuff, miss-sorted if you ask me. We think the sorting hat accidentally switched Wolf and Fergus.” He said with a chuckle and a nod to Wolf. Loce rather liked Wolf, regardless of the house he was in. He shot a glance towards the Gryffindors, missing the rest of the group from the party. But completely understanding why they couldn’t be here. It would be a delicate balance of friendships moving forward. And some just could not be acknowledged openly. In time, perhaps. But not until it was safe for everyone involved to do so. “You’ve met Professor Ghica?” He asked, “He’s our resident vampire expert. Our COMC Professor is rumored to be a werewolf, but he hasn’t stated as much yet. Although it is a full moon and he’s not here so… perhaps the rumors are true.” He said shrugging, acknowledging he picked up on Lukas being a vampire an not having any reservations about it. He knew some would, he also knew you’d have to tell others for them to even notice they were so wrapped up in themselves. He sat back down next to Anneli, leaning back in his chair and draping his arm over the back of her chair, resting his hand on her shoulder.
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Post by Ameryn Hahn Davies on May 14, 2023 19:09:09 GMT -8
Ameryn smirks and uses her hands to straighten out her jacket, giving a little curtsey. "Thank you Isla, and of course. Anytime." She says to her friend, "This leather jacket with that red hair of yours? A total knockout. Poor Theo would lose all control." She grins broadly and tosses a wink her way. She nudges her arm and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively but smiles kindly. She likes to tease, but all in the name of fun and friendship.
Ameryn continues to pick some food off her plate and eat happily. She casts a slow glance around the room.
Ameryn overhears what Isla murmured to Gwen and unable to stop herself, her eyes focus on Professor Gunvald and Professor Ghica. They were definitely getting a little... chummy. Ameryn chuckles. "Nice eye, Isla." Eye. Isla. She chuckles to herself and takes a big sip of a sweet red drink she'd poured for herself.
She thinks back to those butterbeer shots from the after-party. She'd love one of those right about now. Loce Vaisey really put together an unforgettable evening. "Reckon they're an item?" She wonders aloud, about the professors.
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Post by Gwendolyn Shaw on May 14, 2023 19:40:28 GMT -8
Gwen appreciates Isla's compliments and she smiles happily. "Thank you, high praise coming from a beauty like you." She returns the compliment, "I mean that dress? Ouah." She slips easily into French. She listens as Isla talks about a secretive after-party event that followed the dance. She tries to hold a non-chalant, composed face, but she fails, and slight hurt crosses her face for a brief moment. She wipes it way and uses a hand to seemingly wave away Isla's concerns, "No worries! After-parties are probably not my thing anyways." She generally shied away from things like that, so why would Loce's party be any different? But... to not have even been invited by Isla...
She shakes her head and smiles. Gwen is acutely aware of Isla's conflicted feelings: Isla is honest when she says she wished she could have invited her... and for Gwen that is enough. "I'm happy you had a good time." And she's genuine in saying that, she was happy for Isla and her new found romance with Theo Cole. She glances around quickly but doesn't see his messy mop of brown hair anywhere. Theo was a kind, good guy. He deserved happiness too and if Isla gave him that, then good.
Isla expertly diverts the conversation and points to their headmistress and defence against the dark arts professor. Gwen's chocolate eyes find them easily. She hears Ameryn ask if they might be a couple. Gwen silently nods her head in simple agreement; the adults did look very close as they chatted happily.
But ultimately... Gwen was unable to stop herself from getting sidetracked...Gwen takes a deep breath as she surveyed the bustling Halloween feast further.
Fergus leaving to join his Slytherin companions left a sour taste in her mouth that she couldn't quite explain. He didn't have to stick by her side all night. She shouldn't expect him to... but a slight sting of disappointment was impossible to get rid of no matter what logical thought she tried to use to dissuade it.
Her eyes find him again. Gwen notices students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff mingling together with the Slytherins, and they seem to having a good time. But among them, not a single gryffindor to be seen.
Suddenly, spiders seems to appear and gang up on Fergus and Isla remarks on the boys for their silliness from across the hall. Gwen smiles, "les garçons seront des garçons, non?" She doesn't even realize she'd slipped back into French, she's too busy wondering if they should just go over to the other group, just for a little while...
But then she begins to doubt herself. Did Fergus not want her to hang out with him and his friends? Were they dating, or just hanging out? She looked over at Isla, hoping for some advice. She wondered if Isla could sense her uncertainty. "....Do you think we should we join them?" She wonders, unable to stop herself for even one moment longer. "Go mingle? Looks like the only thing missing over there are some lovely Gryffindors." She adds grinning.
Gwen tries to embody a contagious confidence in her tone. Would any of them agree, or was she coming across as clingy? Was spending time with Fergus a horrible decision? He was so kind with her though. His touch like lightning on her skin... but what was going on in his mind? Sometimes she really wasn't sure.
She looks at Isla with wide eyes, waiting for her response.
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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on May 14, 2023 21:04:44 GMT -8
Fergus' eyes darkened as he spoke of Halvar. Loce truly wasn't worth his breath in the grand scheme of things. There were workings much bigger than him at play. In truth, it was bigger than the both of them. His eyes flickered to Anneli. She sat like a statue. Fergus knew better than to let his own emotions haze his view from the goal at hand. He couldn't afford it right now. But still, he would certainly not play as Loce's doormat. Fergus was no stranger to pranks. He had spent the better half of his time at Hogwarts in trouble before becoming a Prefect. His marks had saved him.
"It's your own battles you should worry about," He scoffed, moving a step closer to him. Fergus bowed his head, his eyes peering from under a furrowed brow. "I'm merely warning you to the true enemy. If you understood half of what he is capable of, you might hold your tongue." He spat before turning. Fergus made sure Anneli couldn't hear. He understood how she might feel hearing them speak of her father right now. It made him furious.
Fergus chuckled as Aracely said Ravenclaw had the win in the bag, "Against Hufflepuff? No doubt." His eyes flickered to Wolf and then back down to his meal. Loce Vaisey seemed to surround himself with muggle-borns. It rubbed him the wrong way. Fergus had been taught to keep high company to elevate himself in the wizarding world. It would not work for Anneli Oden outside of Hogwarts. She was far too entrenched in the high rankings of the dark traders outside these walls. Fergus shook his head. Loce had no idea who or what he was playing with. If he had seen half of what her father Halvar was capable of, he might know better. Fergus knew that it would be him alone who could appropriately protect her with his own blood and status. For now, their pairing was frivolous. And dangerous.
He glanced at Cordelia. She certainly had more to say. He kept quiet, taking another bite of apple. Fergus wondered what her opinion might be, outside of her friendship with Anneli. If he laid out the stakes for her, would she still think it wise for Anneli to stay with Loce? Or for him to delve deeper into his feelings for Gwen? He furrowed his brow, allowing those thoughts to slip away. He mindlessly stared at the Grey Lady and Nearly Headless Nick who were waltzing around the room.
Fergus was just about to place the flask to his lips when a newcomer approached. He placed the flask back on the table. This was a vampire, though clearly much 'younger' than Professor Ghica by the looks of it. His family had worked with many vampires, though kept close company with only a few.
He reflected Loce's glare. What an unpleasant greeting, he thought. You usually don't show your hand so willingly, yet Loce seemed naïve to that way of life. He certainly did not appreciate Loce introducing him. "Welcome, Lukas. Fergus Reinhardt." He nodded, "Thank you for introducing us all, Loce. As you can see, he acts as some sort of jovial mayor of Slytherin. It's quite...endearing." He smirked. Fergus closed the cap to his flask. There would be no need for further alcohol tonight. The fun was right in front of him. "Yes, we could use some real ideas to liven up the night," He took a bite of his apple. "Any thoughts on joining the Quidditch team?" It was a question within a question. It would allow him to know which house Lukas had been sorted into. A vampire playing on a Quidditch team could produce amazing results. If he played against Slytherin, it might prove difficult to win. By his mannerisms alone, he suspected either Slytherin or Ravenclaw.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
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Post by Anneli Oden on May 14, 2023 23:07:25 GMT -8
Anneli laughed like a song, squeezing his arm, "En snigel skulle matcha hans intellekt." His Swedish had grown more fluent by the day. She could hear his natural humor in his words more clearly now. The dedication they had shown the other still amazed her. Each had been willing to learn the other's language. Not only did it make her feel whole, it would be useful for them moving forward. The ability to switch between several languages given the company would be invaluable. She watched Fergus with steady caution. A shadow of a frown formed. She took a sip of her drink, abandoning those thoughts.
It was clear that Wolf had captured Cordelia's attention. Anneli stole glances toward her friend, a curious smile playing at her lips. It was nice to see her visibly captured by someone, even if Wolf might not be accepted into her family so easily. She thought to Loce and the journey they faced ahead together. If she had learned anything, it was that she would never sacrifice the connection she had with Loce, even if it meant severing ties with her own blood. Nothing could keep her from him. She looked curiously at Cordelia and Wolf, wondering if a similar connection was present. Anneli made note to talk to Cordelia later in the girls dormitory. There were some things she wanted to get off her chest as well. It was time.
Anneli ignored Fergus at the table. She heard him mention his plans with Gwen. She rolled her eyes. What could he possibly be doing with that poor girl? Anneli wondered briefly if he had told her yet. It would be more honorable if he had mentioned the arrangement, but she doubted his integrity. Gwen was walking into a situation she knew nothing about. Fergus was more dangerous than he let on. Anneli had a fierce desire to squash his plans just to protect the girl. She didn't know her, but that didn't matter. Her gaze flickered toward the Gryffindor table. She watched Gwen with sympathy, wishing she could do more. Anneli knew it wasn't her place. If she extended an arm to help Gwen, then she would be linked to helping Isla. It was too fragile and dangerous of a situation. She would not endanger Loce anymore than she already had.
She watched as Loce conjured the spiders. A mischievous smile flashed across her statuesque face. Anneli leaned into him subtly, keeping her voice low, "Rwy'n cwympo i chi fwy a mwy." She winked, bringing the glass to her lips. It was difficult for her to contain her laughter as Fergus stood in Hufflepuff robes, attempting to control the spiders. He looked ridiculous. Anneli squeezed his hand. Despite the chaos in front of her, she was taken by him. His determined gaze and honey swept hair cast her mind into different dimensions. He unlocked new worlds for her, worlds where hope lived and breathed. She squeezed his hand. Loce looked handsome under the glow of pumpkins. Devilishly mischievous, yet handsome nonetheless.
Anneli stood as Fergus approached Loce. Her eyes darkened. Their tense conversation was drowned by the loud echoes of music and laughter in the hall. Her hand fell on her wand. It was clear that Fergus understood now. He understood that she had revealed everything hidden in the shadows of her life to Loce. Their arrangement and all. She grit her teeth, unthinking. It took everything in her power not to form fire from her hands. Anneli understood her being part-Veela might be looked down upon if she started casting fire whenever she was upset. Besides, it was not entirely known by everyone yet. In many ways, it was still news to her.
She sat again as they rejoined. Anneli mindlessly moved baked pumpkin and roasted potatoes to her plate. She laughed as Ezra joined, happy for the distraction. She took a bite. "I'd place my bets on Ezra and Aracely alone. I've seen how they train." Anneli winked at the couple. They were cute together. Ezra reached out to people, while Aracely preferred to observe instead. She was sure that Ezra had much to learn from Aracely, as she did him. Anneli wondered if they might want to join in on a couples night out. She would just need to speak with Cordelia first to confirm her interest in Wolf.
Anneli was happy that Loce offered an out. Her eyes lightened into clear pools of blue. His kiss reconnected her to the present again fully. She smiled at him, relief touching her eyes. Anneli was just about to answer when they were approached by an unknown vampire, presumably a student...
She looked at Lukas with curiosity. Anneli figured he must be 'young' in terms of vampires if he was transferring in as a student. Her eyes cast to Professor Ghica. Of all the adults in the castle, she felt most connected with him. Their lessons had bonded them, of course, as well as his offer of protection. But it went beyond that. Both Anneli and Professor Ghica shared a steely disposition toward their own secrets. It was a guard in herself that she recognized in him as well. Perhaps it was because he was a vampire, but Anneli had once felt she was among the unliving. Loce had changed that. Her secrets were no longer her own to harbor in fear and loneliness. There was strength to them now. A new future. She unconsciously wondered if Professor Ghica dreamed of new futures for himself as well.
Anneli smiled graciously at him, "Welcome, Lukas, I'm Anneli. Happy Halloween." She greeted, joyful that Loce was as welcoming. It would be interesting to have a friend or ally in a vampire. Anneli smiled as Loce spoke of America. She thought it was cute when his Boston accent crept out in his words. It was foreign to her ears. "Professor Ghica would be a great resource. I believe he taught at Durmstrang for many years, do you know him already?" Anneli wondered aloud. Her gaze flickered to the Professors table. It would be interesting to know whether they've already crossed paths or just missed each other.
As Fergus spoke, it took everything in her not to curse him from across the table. Her internal rage was fueled by more than just his annoying presence. He symbolized a life of servitude in many respects. She would be the wife to a man who would barely ever know her. Fergus and their families were after power and nothing more. She turned to Loce, "Låt oss gå härifrån innan jag brinner i lågor." Anneli whispered, "Or you get expelled," She chuckled, winking at him. Anneli kissed his cheek, running her hand through his hair casually, "Ska vi bjuda några vänner på läskiga historier runt en lägereld då?" Her voice was smooth and velvety when speaking with him. Loce drew out her natural charm. She cast a look at Fergus, allowing a smile to come to her lips. Anneli would regain her power from him. From them all.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on May 15, 2023 0:40:29 GMT -8
Loce grinned at Anneli, she was absolutely correct. “Nu, nu, låt oss inte förolämpa den stackars snigeln.” He laughed and shook his head. He was glad he’d been able to pick up Swedish as quick as he had, and her pick up Welsh. It gave them a bit of an advantage. Granted, there would be those who spoke Welsh in the castle, but few, if any others spoke Swedish. Their own language, their own world. It wove a bit of protection around them in any case. Fergus may have thought the spiders juvenile, but it was only because he was the brunt of the joke. Well, he was a total joke if you asked pretty much anyone at the table. He was tolerated for two reasons. The quidditch team, and Anneli’s safety. Otherwise, Loce would not have stood for his presence. He winked at Anneli as she commented. He leaned closer to Anneli, kissing her cheek. “Ahh, fy nghariad, fy ngwraig. Rwy'n ddyfnach mewn cariad â chi gyda phob diwrnod sy'n mynd heibio.” He whispered to her. She was his girl and always would be. Fergus and her father be damned. Hell, the world be damned if it came to that. He held her hand, squeezing it back, grounding himself in her. She was his anchor to this world these days, she kept him centered and focused. He wondered for a moment where he’d be if he hadn’t met her when he did? Then let the thought go as it didn’t really matter. He would never want to know that reality. Loce was glad in a way that Fergus knew he knew everything. It made it much more clear when he and Anneli showed outward affection that they both were defying Fergus and her father intentionally. It was a risky move, knowing the rat that Fergus was. But it was impossible to deny that there was a strong connection between them. Even Fergus would have to admit that much. He wouldn’t voice it, but he had to see it. As he stood toe to toe with Fergus, the ghost of his Grandfather flitted through his thoughts and a shadow crossed the window, briefly blocking the moon. His guard was standing by. He was thankful they could not manifest physically in the castle. Although here and now, a pack of hellhounds, a ghost and a dragon might blend in with the scenery. He reached out placing a hand lightly on Anneli’s arm, silently letting her know it was alright. Although if she noticed the shadow, she would know he was more than a little agitated. He was glad Anneli was still comfortable enough to converse with the others and to welcome Lukas. He could care less what Fergus thought of him, or how he greeted people. He knew what it was like to be a transfer and be trying to find your place. A pair of vampires as allies could come in handy. He knew they could count on Drake when push came to shove. Having a second vampire in their corner couldn’t hurt. Loce hated thinking that way, he truly could care less that Lukas was a vampire. He glanced at Anneli, obviously blood purity meant little to him. He wondered then if wizard vampires still held claim to their mortal blood lines? Was there a thing as blood purity among vampires? He’d have to ask at some point. He could feel Anneli tense next to him as Fergus spoke. He squeezed her shoulder lightly. He was here for her he always would be. “You’re welcome Fergus, I wouldn’t want you to be embarrassed by forgetting yourself again. You never know who you might injure this time.” He turned to Lukas. “Nevermind him, he gets his personality from the bottom of his flask.” He shrugged and turned his attention back to Anneli to draw her into the conversation. He smiled when she whispered to him and nodded. “Jag kan inte förneka att du är super het. Men ja, låt oss gå härifrån, det finns något ruttet vid bordet.” He grinned at her. “I’ve no intention of getting expelled again. I’ve got too much to lose here.” He winked at her. He knew if he did, he couldn’t ask her to leave the protection of the school. It would be bad enough he’d have a target on his back without the inherent protections that came from being a student here. He wondered if his grandmother’s contacts would be enough protection if he needed it. He pushed the thought aside as he concentrated on Anneli. He nodded, looking around the table. That could work and be a lot of fun. “Lägerelden skulle vara lätt att trolla fram igen... alla utom snigeln? Till och med den nya killen? Jag har en idé om hur vi ska få ut budskapet utan att larma honom.” He settled back in his seat, conjuring parchment and quills. “I know what… Welsh tradition sees today as a day to rid your life of burdens and bad omens, and to make wishes for yourself moving forward. It is also a time to share thoughts and feelings with those you have known or would like to know better. It is a time to move forward with the help of your ancestors for support. So. I propose we all take the opportunity to write down those things we want to rid ourselves of and we can burn them using candles. And, if so inclined, to write notes to your friends or those you wish to be closer with, or get to know, and give them a greeting to show your support or interest or intentions.” He said, pulling some parchment and a quill towards himself.
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Isla Reinhardt
Gryffindor
5th Year - Gryffindor Seeker - Prefect
Posts: 116
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Post by Isla Reinhardt on May 15, 2023 19:20:26 GMT -8
Isla winked at Ameryn. A radiant smile grew across her face. Ameryn could draw that type of happiness out of anyone. She glanced toward the Slytherin table, idly wondering if Ameryn missed her twin sister. Ever since Aracely started hooking up with Ezra, they had become fairly attached. She smiled at Ameryn. A plan formed in her mind as they spoke. If anyone deserved a hot date, it was Ameryn. She would need someone that might be able to match her outgoing personality...or maybe someone that could bring her back down to Earth. She raised a curious eyebrow, looking at her.
"Oh, totally," Isla agreed, looking to the Professors table. She had never seen Professor Gunvald this happy before, and Professor Ghica looked a lot less...tense? "Or maybe they just really like Halloween," She chuckled, taking a sip of pumpkin juice. Isla took a peace slice and plopped it into her drink. A comfort of home. "Speaking of dates, Ameryn, have your eye on anyone special?" Isla asked curiously, nudging her arm and smiling. She looked over to the Slytherin table, "Didn't you share a dance with Wolf at Homecoming? He's cute, seems pretty cool in class, too." Isla shrugged, winking at her. Ameryn knew how to take the lead, but it never hurt to help push her along.
She hugged Gwen tight. "I felt like shit not telling you, I'm sorry again Gwen." Isla smiled at her. She was sure Gwen might be one of the most empathetic people in the entire castle. Isla admired her ability to forgive and to see people in a positive light, but it did worry her. She knew people like Gwen were sweet enough to be taken advantage of. Isla wasn't completely sure of Fergus' true feelings yet. If she suspected her brother of outright using Gwen, she would need to speak up. But for right now, Isla did not want to intervene on something that Gwen was curious in. Even if she didn't know the full story yet.
Isla looked curiously between Ameryn and Gwen. Her girls. She grinned wide. "Let's bring Gryffindor to the table." Isla laughed, looping her arm around Gwen's. If ever there was a time to hang out publicly with Loce and Anneli, it would be tonight. Every house was mingling together. It was be easy to obscure into the background. She looked around for Theo, wondering if he might join the table too.
The trio strolled up to the Slytherin table together.
"Happy Halloween all!" She greeted, her red hair falling around her face. Isla's eyes were bright. She managed to avoid Fergus' glare. "Hope you don't mind if we join. We noticed every house represented over here...except the best one," She laughed playfully, taking a spot at the table. Isla waited for Gwen to see if she would approach Fergus. If not, there would be a spot with her and Ameryn.
She glanced at the newcomer. A pale boy with dark brown curls and strange gold eyes. Isla's eyes widened. Was it another vampire? And a student? She smiled. This was certainly shaping up to be an interesting year. In the pit of her stomach, she knew he was attractive, but he did not produce the same warmth Theo did. Theo was different. Isla merely thought the newcomer was objectively attractive. That was fair, right? She frowned. Perhaps Theo would ask her to be his girlfriend tonight. They had been floating in a flirty limbo. She wasn't sure if he truly wanted her in the same way she did him at the moment.
Isla asked what they were doing with the parchment. She nodded in understanding, taking a couple pieces of parchment. OK. Isla thought for a moment, before scribbling on one pieces of parchment: "I wish for the truth to be set free" It was cryptic, but worked for her. Isla wanted to know the truth, and for the weight of her secrets to be released. There was still so much she didn't know. She glanced at Fergus.
She turned to the next piece of parchment, writing, "I would love to get to know you better xx" Isla folded the parchment and discreetly sent it to land in front of Wolf Woodrow. When he opened the parchment, he reads the note....which is signed "-Ameryn"
Isla sat back, a mischievous look on her face. She wondered if Ameryn would be upset by the prank, but she didn't think she would. It was mostly harmless. A helpful nudge in the right direction. Wolf was a catch in terms of the single guys, at least in her opinion. All she could do was hope that her attempt at playing matchmaker didn't fail miserably. Isla waited for both of their reactions with bated breath.
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Post by Heather Nicholson on May 15, 2023 20:23:46 GMT -8
"Fuck..." she swore softly as they were given the riddle. She wasn't the best at these. "Um..." she ran the riddle through her mind again.
I have seas without water coasts without sand, towns without people, and mountains without land.
"How many guesses do we get?" she asked the sphinx.
"Three," it answered.
Okay. That was better than one...
She turned away from the sphinx purposefully so they could talk out possible answers without accidentally being mistaken for giving one unintentionally.
"Seas without water...that would just sand, right? Or like...salt? If you take away the water. It could be like 'C's' but that doesn't make sense," she thought aloud, hoping to bounce ideas off of Wesley. "Coasts without sand... towns without people...like abandoned ones? Or those are called ghost towns, right? That doesn't add up... Mountains without land...no idea on that one."
She turned to Wesley, "What do you think?"
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Post by Gwendolyn Shaw on May 15, 2023 20:44:29 GMT -8
"It'll be fun to mingle with everyone tonight..." Gwen says, not sure if she is convincing Isla and Ameryn or herself. Ameryn agrees enthusiastically, as seemed typical for her personality. Gwen enjoyed the vibes that emanated from that girl: Genuine. Kind.
And with that, the trio of girls made their way through the crowd. The Halloween feast was a rare occasion where students from different houses could come together and celebrate, setting aside their rivalries and divisions... so they should make the most of it, no?
Isla smoothly addresses their entrance to the group, which Gwen is grateful for. She smiles warmly, "Hope you don't mind." She speaks with warmth in her voice. Gwen usually avoided groups. The ambush of other's emotions often wore her out... Right now, among this gathering, she could sense many things: fear, joy, nervousness, admiration... Love, a true authentic connection. Her eyes land on Anneli and Loce. She doesn't know them well at all, but Gwen had never felt such synchrony among two students, a palpable connection. But there was more: some real, deeply rooted discomfort and, well hatred. It seeped through the air like a thick fog in Gwen's mind. She grimaces a little, adjusting. Fergus was entangled in the source of those emotions.
Gwen couldn't help but glance at Fergus, he had become a significant presence in her life, and yet she wasn't sure he'd want her here, joining him with his friends. She stays glued to Isla's side.
Gwen had always been honest with Fergus about her empath abilities. In return, Fergus had revealed that he had his own personal secrets that he preferred to keep guarded. Gwen had accepted this, understanding that not everyone was ready to share everything. But tonight, the weight of those untold stories and hidden truths seemed to grow heavy on her shoulders.
As she mingled, Fergus's secrets gnawed at Gwen's mind. She had initially chosen to accept him as he was, with his guarded nature, and had believed that they could navigate a relationship together... However, the more Gwen dwelled on it, the more she yearned for a deeper understanding, to know the thoughts and experiences that he kept locked away.
Pushing aside her concerns, Gwen forced a smile and engaged in the lively conversations around her. She didn't want her own internal struggles to dampen the joy of the Halloween feast.
She welcomes the new student with geniality and a smile. A vampire? This was a very interesting group indeed.
Gwen reaches for a bit of parchment just as Isla had. She stares at the blank slate, stumped. What should she write? In her artistic script, she writes one word, a simple wish: c l a r i t y.
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Post by Jadis Ravenwood on May 15, 2023 21:50:35 GMT -8
Jadis Ravenwood hurries into the Great Hall of Hogwarts, her short dress swishing with movement as she makes her entrance. She had been caught up in her room and lost track of time. The scent of delectable food wafted through the air, enticing her senses as she takes in the festive atmosphere. Jadis was initially overwhelmed by the array of tempting options.
Just as she contemplated where to begin, Jadis's gaze fell upon Zander, a fellow Hufflepuff and friend. He stood near a table, holding a bowl of something. She skips over to him, moving comfortably in her chunky black heels. She loved getting the chance to discard her robes for clothing of her own choice. "Heya, Zander!" She greats, then her eyes drop down to his food, the contents appeared raw and an intrigued yet cautious expression crossed her face.
Trying her best not to wrinkle her nose at the unfamiliar smell emanating from the bowl. "What, uhm, is that?" she asked, unable to hide her uncertainty, her eyes flickering between Zander and the bowl. Although apprehensive, she couldn't deny her adventurous spirit, even when it came to unusual culinary experiences. Perhaps she'd give it a try, if he made a good sell on it.
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Post by Bellamy Raya Saffron on May 15, 2023 23:29:00 GMT -8
Bellamy hurried into the Great Hall, her heart fluttering with mild excitement because she had lost track of time, engrossed in a conversation with a charming seventh-year in the hallway. The flirtatious banter had taken her by surprise, and before she knew it, minutes had turned into a delightful eternity.
Her stomach growled in protest, reminding her of her original intent: to grab something to eat at the Halloween party. With a sheepish smile, she made her way into the bustling hall, scanning the crowd for familiar faces amidst the mingling students.
As her eyes roamed the room, Bellamy's gaze settled upon a gathering of Slytherins. However, she noticed that the group was larger than that. To her surprise, students from all the houses—Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff—were happily engaged in conversations It seemed. "Transcending house divisions, how charming." She murmurs under her breath.
Feeling a sense of relief, Bellamy picks up a plate of food and makes her way towards her housemates where she sees Cordelia, Reece, and Fergus sitting side by side.
With an eager smile, Bellamy joins them, settling into the seat next to Fergus. "Good evening all." She says, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She looks around, some are more dressed for the occasion than others. Bellamy didn't go the costume route. She wears a green plaid suit with a white bandeau and heeled boots. Just a little fancy for the evening. Maybe she was going for, elite business woman or high level, ministry vibes? It didn't matter, all she cared about was that she looked good, and that she did.
She picks hungrily at her plate, a delicious bit of chicken and some kind of starchy side was just what she'd needed.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on May 16, 2023 0:58:19 GMT -8
Loce grinned as Ameryn, Gwen and Isla joined the table. He shot Fergus a quick look, wondering how this would bode for him. Both Gwen and Anneli within the same circle. He chuckled and grabbed a few more pieces of parchment. Now this might be worth the price of admission. “Hey all. Pull up a chair or three. I can always change your colors for you, if you want to rep a different house?” He said, nodding to Wolf’s Slytherin attire and Fergus’ Hufflepuff attire. “Where’s Theo?” He asked the group in general. He liked him, he seemed like an alright kid. And he was also a keeper so there was that. He watched as Bellamy joined the group. He didn’t know her at all, other than the name. But having settled next to Fergus it raised some questions. He glanced at Anneli, wondering if she knew anymore about her. “Hey, welcome to the table.” He said lightly. He turned his attention back to the parchment and turned to wink at Anneli. “Bjuder vi in de tre flickorna? Eller två med möjlighet för dem att bjuda in den tredje? Jag får en dålig känsla av den där nykomlingen, hur är det med dig?” He smiled at her. He leaned to her, kissing her cheek.
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Post by Zander Keahi on May 16, 2023 8:05:12 GMT -8
Zander sees a familiar flash of purple hair. Jadis. She was hard to miss, especially because she was also a Hufflepuff and spent much time lounging around the common room. He'd seen her often, they shared classes, but had never really spoken to her. She approaches him as if they are already old friends and it makes him smile, there need to be more people like that in the world. Friendly and open. He chuckles as she looks to his food, it definitely wasn't for everyone. Raw fish tended to put-off many, especially if you've had even one bad experience in your past. Getting sick from raw foods will tend to stop you from attempting it again. "It's poke." He chuckles, "A native dish from my island in Hawaii. A little taste of home." He glances around, wondering if Pip or Niamh will be present, he hadn't seen much of them around lately. He returns his eyes to Jadis and expertly uses a chopstick to pick up a delicious looking piece of tuna, "If you dare?" He offers it toward her.
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