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Post by Snežana Knežević on May 25, 2016 7:55:11 GMT
Snežana had thought she had known enough about what Hogwarts was going to be like that she shouldn't be too surprised by anything. She had known to expect that it would be huge, that it would be very old, even that it would be strange and quirky. She had known that she would be meeting a diverse group of students from other schools of magic, doubtless including young witches and wizards of every size and shape and color that humans came in--and, knowing magical children, quite possibly also a few shapes or colors that humans weren't strictly supposed to come in, considering how commonplace minor mishaps with respect to Charms and Transfiguration were. She had expected to see all the inhabitants of Hogwarts, the students and the teachers and the resident ghosts... What she hadn't expected was that she would start hallucinating. She knew for a fact that she was seeing things. As she proceeded, with her schoolmates, out of the carriage that had brought them here, she caught a glimpse of a stunningly familiar face among the assembled crowd of Hogwarts students that had been waiting for them. For half a second, her heart leaped, nonsensically arriving at the dreamlike conclusion, Oh, I didn't realize Zora was going to be meeting us here! And then her common sense caught up to her, with an irritated and belittling voice in her head putting in, That can't be Zora; she's dead, remember? You're being ridiculous. Weren't you already past the stage where you mistook every random child with a few of the same features for her?Snežana blinked hard and deliberately, then looked out over the crowd again. Most of what she saw was the same, and her gaze once again zeroed in on a small boy with exactly the same large, solemn brown eyes her late sister had had, now staring at her with what looked like concern. His face in general looked similar to her sister's, too: a little older, to be sure, but the resemblance was still so marked that it hurt. She flinched away. For the rest of the night, she didn't see the boy again, and she saw nothing else impossible either, for which she was grateful. Maybe it had been nothing but a fluke; maybe she had gotten her hallucinating out of the way so that now she could be in touch with reality for the rest of her visit. She hoped that was the case, for certain. Instead, she proceeded with the rest of the Beauxbatons students to sit at the table where the Hogwarts students decked themselves in blue and bronze, and tried to keep her mind on the present so that she didn't spoil her appetite for... well, whatever was served here. made by MISSO
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2016 19:36:56 GMT
Whether expecting or hoping Lili's eyes could not face forward, instead darting from face to face looking for a hint of familiarity. She too searched for a sibling, one she knew would never pass up the chance to compete in an event of this level. They saw each other between school years, so this would not be a reunion after an eternity of not speaking, but nonetheless she was excited for it, for this would mark the first time since he'd left for Durmstrang that the two could meet mid-term and learn together. They should have been in the same school, if not for his falling out with a certain member of their extended family. Lili sat at the Ravenclaw table with the rest of the Beauxbatons delegates, surrounded by classmates and several members of the duelist club. Unsurprisingly she did not come alone, and traveled not only with friends but also family and vice-captains. It was a comfortable atmosphere, even if different. The Great Hall of Hogwarts was a great deal more rustic and aged, as though the castle was just barely holding together after centuries of dedicated use. The lighting was somehow bright and dim all at once, with large candles floating overhead and somehow failing to drip onto the students below. The odd lighting gave the Great Hall a very distinct appearance she couldn't quite describe. It was... warmer, somehow. The line between Ravenclaw and Beauxbatons blurred quickly. Those students closest to the Hogwarts house were immediately drawn into conversations and accepted, for like many of the Beaxubatons students the members of House Ravenclaw had never met students from another school before. It was an experience sure to benefit all but the most absolutely antisocial of folk. This was Lili for now. Though she sat close to the hosting house her eyes were elsewhere, looking back to scan the Durmstrang students for any signs of her twin. It was strange this sensation she both felt and saw before her. A flash of golden hair drew her gaze towards a boy she didn't know, and a second belonged to a girl of Hufflepuff. Disappointed in her lack of success - and the successive disappointments - Lili turned back to the table to the food they'd all been presented with. She glanced to the side at Snežana, a member of the dueling club, and spoke softly, just loud enough to be heard over the deafening chatter of their fellows. She could almost laugh at her words. "Well, here we are. Is it everything we'd dreamed about?" made by MISSO on THE INTERNETS
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Post by Snežana Knežević on Aug 4, 2016 4:17:39 GMT
If there was one thing Snežana was certain of at this point, it was that Hogwarts was nothing at all like Beauxbatons. She had expected that, really. Beauxbatons was very, very French; Hogwarts had a reputation for being quintessentially English, and based on Snežana's (admittedly still limited) knowledge of the culture of England, it did not disappoint. It was even housed in an honest-to-goodness castle, complete with all the eccentricities and incommodities that implied, aside from those which could be allayed by the use of magic. Though magic certainly provided some eccentricities of its own: Snežana was pretty sure she'd seen this hall from the outside of the castle, and to the best of her knowledge it did in fact have a solid roof, and yet when she looked up she could see the night sky. She had ended up sitting next to Lili Zwingli, a mild-mannered girl who also happened to be the president of the Dueling Club--a position Snežana might have wanted for herself, but she respected Lili enough not to challenge her for it. The club's president might be small, quiet, refined, and mild, but she was also formidable enough a duelist to earn Snežana's undiluted respect. What's more, Lili was cousins with Roderich, the young wizard Snežana considered her greatest rival... "Well, here we are," Lili said. "Is it everything we'd dreamed about?"Snežana did her best to proffer her usual sort of smile. She didn't really want to give away how strange she felt about what she had seen, or thought she had seen, or whatever it was. In fact, she wasn't sure she wanted to mention it at all, though it was hard to think of anything else to say when her strange vision (or whatever) took up so much of her mind. "It's very British," Snežana observed blandly. "I can't say that I've ever seen anything like it." Internally, she cursed herself for her own phrasing. It was true--it was very true--but at the same time, she felt like she had come much too close to admitting to how preoccupied she was with what she had seen on the way in... even if it was highly unlikely that Lili would suss anything out. Words: 373 | Tags: @sunlitlilium |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 0:54:49 GMT
France wasn’t home, France had never been home. It couldn’t hold a candle to the golden sands and turquoise waters of her actual home, where she would ride on horseback with grandpere, read with the house elves, watch her grandmother work or look after magical creatures with her mother. Before she was ten it had never mattered who had custody of her, she could still do whatever she felt like. That changed after she was ten and her family saw it best to introduce their half-blood heir to pureblood society. But Beauxbatons was home, for a big part of the year, despite the Frenchness. Actually, she could argue that it made her feel more at home, there was something warm about her school that her ‘home’ in Marseilles lacked.
Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit homesick for the quintessential Frenchness of well, everything in France. Someone had once told her that St Lucia’s culture was mixed, that there was British in there just as there was African, French, Indian and so much more. She felt the French, from the Catholic faith to the patois she spoke so easily, but here? She didn’t feel any of the familiarity of home and even with her schoolmates by her side, Eleanor felt herself automatically sitting up straighter, supressing the St Lucian twang she normally possessed when speaking for something more akin to received pronunciation and feeling ever so slightly smaller. Not literally, she was a small lady at 5’1’’ tall but her presence was always larger when she felt more comfortable around people. Today wouldn’t be one of those days. Even if Hogwarts and Durmstrang weren’t watching her specifically, she felt some sort of need to make an impression.
Still, she quite liked Hogwarts, unfamiliar as it was. The exterior of the place was chilly, she found herself shivering slightly it was nothing like the Mediterranean climate of the Devaux’s home or the Caribbean’s simultaneous warmth and humidity but the food on the table, the atmosphere from students who hadn’t seen each other all summer long and the cosiness of the grand castle created a welcoming vibe. Even though she did feel somewhat out of place.
Eleanor was taken from such thoughts when one girl had shyly asked her to switch seats so that she could sit next to a boy, someone the dark haired witch suspected was a boyfriend of sorts (or someone who was ‘very special’ to her instead), a grin made its way onto her face as she nodded, shuffling
Snežana, a Quidditch player if there ever was one and quite the young lady, Lili Zwingli, a girl from her own house of Lierre. Oh, there were definitely worst people that she could have ended up sitting so close to. And the idea of sitting in silence was both uncomfortable and daunting. She leaned over the table, a soft smile on her face before she spoke, almost shyly.
“The ceiling is beautiful, isn't it? I’m really looking forward to spending the year here, even if it means no Quidditch, there's a little village you can go and visit with one of the most haunted places in the country and everything. What about you both?”
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Post by Matthew J. Williams on Oct 16, 2016 22:59:56 GMT
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]tous les mêmes et y'en a marre [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]Another day in the Great Hall. Well, not quite "just" another day. Matthew had been looking forward to this morning for months, ever since he had caught wind of it. Perhaps many of the students had not known about it, but Matthew had ears in many places. He had known what was coming for quite a while, and so he hadn't been taken by surprise.
The Triwizard Tournament.
While he wasn't sure what he was going to do with the information about the Tournament, he had at least known about the people that were going to be present. The ones that he had been reading about in his history textbooks for years. He had never met them however. And this was his first chance to see them...
The other schools of Europe. Durmstrang. Beauxbatons. These schools were coming to face off against Hogwarts, and Matthew found it all very exciting -- the world outside their own little school. He had always been a fan of collecting information, and what better to learn about than the possibilities that lay beyond their own little world in Britain?
Plus, most of the Beauxbatons folk spoke French. They had to celebrate the heritage in some way, being based in the centre of the country. Matthew had been looking forward to meeting them. He missed speaking the language.
So he was delighted to find that the Beauxbatons delegates were seated right next to the Ravenclaws. Durmstrang was there as well, but he found himself less drawn to them as he was to the students that had made their way over to the table and seated themselves so close by. Matthew watched them carefully out of the corner of his eye as he worked at a small plate of food. He didn't have much of an appetite, however; the new school fully had his attention. He could hear them conversing in English with the Ravenclaws, their words accented with the language that he missed so much. He longed to make conversation.
And he caught his opportunity long enough: there were a group of three girls who looked as if they were all Beauxbatons students. No Ravenclaw had yet to make their way over to the three.
Well, that was no good. Someone ought to go say hello to the girls.
It looked like that someone was going to have to be Matthew. At least he could say that if anyone was good at giving warm welcomes, it was him.
"Good morning, ladies," he said. Then: "Salut. Bienvenue à Hogwarts. We're very glad to have you here."
His French accent was still perfect, he was glad to find. Then again, he had never fallen out of it; it still remained in his speech. He turned to one of the girls who had been speaking about a village, glad to impart his knowledge. Starting off a friendly conversation always opened the way for small talk, and small talk was one of the best ways to gather information about just who it was you were speaking with.
"That would be Hogsmeade, I believe? If I heard you correctly."
He paused for effect, as if considering what he had just said.
"Ah, how rude of me." He gave them all a meek smile, one that looked almost genuinely apologetic. "I forgot to ask for your names. If you don't mind? I'm Mathieu."
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