EMINENCE

[exravisobel-blog]

+goodbye.

Hi dears! I'm so sorry about this but I'll be taking a step back from roleplaying for the moment and will be dropping Belle :( Although the plan worked out initially with my sister typing my replies and whatnot, with the classes she's taking plus my own busy schedule (with all of the meds I’m still on as well as the catching up I have to do with my acads,) I don't think I can handle these along with the replies and starters I need to post up. Also, the fact that I’l be having physical therapy after my cast is removed doesn’t really bode well in terms of my level of activeness :c But worry not, Alo has become to important for me and the way the rps plot is going is too interesting not to come back! So you can definitely expect me to come back! I’d also like to personally apologize to the people I currently have threads with as well as the ones I’m in the middle of plotting with for dropping our respective threads.

Nonetheless, I wish all of you guys the best, and thank you again for the well wishes! :) This is Celine signing off for the moment.

[exravisobel-blog]

Hello dears! I just wanted to give everyone a huge shout out and massive hugs and kisses as well as thank you for your messages ❤️ This never fails to make me smile whenever I see it so again, thank you! My doctors have informed me that more or less, I’ll be needing physical therapy after the cast on my arm is taken off since my arm will stay in a cast for a notable amount of time, so that means my replies might still lag a bit until further notice :( Other than that, things are going great and my sister is helping me out a lot by typing in my replies as I dictate it to her (sister: hola.) I hope everyone has a wonderful day and again, thank you so much!

[fyeahsoyu]

lunence ♡ do not edit!

[gryffeunji]

[ of iron will ]

[ @ravisobel ]

There was really no telling how long it would take.

The match had been going on just over two hours now, and it was still anyone’s game. Eunji herself hovered closer to the goal posts for a wider view of the field - and particularly for a better view of Ravenclaw’s beaters. Their own chasers had been doing well thus far and she had no reason to allow the other team to ruin that streak just yet, so caution was a must. Caution was always a must when-

There.

Most people in the audience kept an eye out for the snitch as far as she knew, and it was understandable too considering not only its visual appeal and game factor but also its sheer importance to the entirety of the match. It was ironic, therefore, that the teams themselves barring the seeker were likely to hold very little attention for it at all.

Case in point, Eunji’s own focus was targeted on the heavy iron ball hurtling its way towards one of her teammates. With a muttered curse she shot off to intercept it, arm swinging forward - and then the other way to meet the bludger in a jarring backhand to send it back towards the opposing before it could catch her housemate. She winced as the muscle strained - that would hurt later.

But it would be worth it for the cup.

[exravisobel-blog]

          It’s been two hours since they had started, and even Belle could admit that she herself was getting a bit winded. Her hair, which was in a neat, high ponytail at the start of the game, was evidence of how long the Quidditch tenacious game against the Gryffindors. Some of her hair which had escaped the ponytail they were secured in earlier and were now flying through the air as she raced through the pitch, her eyes locked on the black iron ball which was making its way to one of their Chasers.

          Throughout the game, even Belle could admit how good the lions’ Chasers were, and in the back of her mind, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain vows to up the training for their own Chasers. Just as she was in everything else, when it came to Quidditch, the half-Veela approached the sport with an analytical mind. Her busy, busy mind was already calculating where the trajectory path of the bludger would take it and the right position she should be in for her to intercept the ball, as well as the force she should exert with every hit and the angle she would be placing her arm in.

          She leans forward on her broom, towards the Bludger, and sends it back to one of the Gryffindor’s Chasers which she knew had the Quaffle. The lions’ team’s Beater was notably excellent as well, but this fact only prompted Belle to do better.

[legilimcns]

the prince; anaïs ∧ isobel

[legilimcns]

Anaïs couldn’t help but release a smile of her own in response to the other — an action that was rare even amongst her kindest. “Please — I would imagine that one would have the common sense to assume that the more beautiful one of the two be the youngest.” The Gryffindor would reply whilst fidgeting with the stock of her broomstick. “And if you haven’t already caught onto my drift — that’s you.” She would finish with the slight pursing of her lips, words of praise fired towards their intended recipient as Anaïs would nod with acknowledgement. 

Isobel’s new question had caught her off-guard, piquing a certain interest within herself to answer towards the other’s inquisition. “I suppose that I would like to but —” The Gryffindor’s eye raises challengingly as the Ravenclaw speaks, and she thinks to deliberately interrupt herself mid-sentence. “I wouldn’t be as quick to jump towards assumptions Belle…” Anaïs reciprocated an unbridled smirk, matching the other’s coy tenacity with one of her own. “The Gryffindor team seems pretty strong even without me.” She continued as she advanced towards the other, placing her hands upon the Ravenclaw’s shoulder. “But I wish your team the best of luck — should they need it.” The Gryffindor laughs as she finishes. It was of course, all in the name of good fun; and should the two have been anyone else, probable conflict wouldn’t have been too far a result to occur. 

There was movement out of the corner of her eye; followed by the almost-fluid motion of the other’s arms and the redirection of the bludger. Upon hearing the other’s response, Anaïs allowed her heart to be slightly put at ease. Ever since they had began to speak a mere ten minutes ago, the Gryffindor had felt an aura of foreign and mysterious nature that had latched itself upon the other; but she kept to herself. It wasn’t etiquette to pry into other’s lives without their permission — so she didn’t. “Are you sure that it’s the classes that have been keeping you busy? Or that bludger?” She comments briefly. It is a light-hearted attempt at jabbing at the other’s schedule, a type of humour that she had found herself missing thereof. “Or it means that you could be drowning in a sea of assignment to which there is no visible opening or escape.” She throws another jab at the other in a match of verbal playfulness before the Ravenclaw’s next words intensify the mood. “Damn the Ministry—” Anaïs found herself blurting out before she stopped herself, looking around to see if there were other entities within the pitch besides them before continuing. “I won’t say much else other than this — the one that assumes the Creator will be met with the might of mortal wrath.” The Gryffindor finishes, keeping her thoughts to herself as she hums thoughtfully. 

“I don’t know — shall we continue discussing thoughts or are we going to play some Quidditch?”

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          Rolling her eyes at the other’s comment, Belle couldn’t help but shake her head as her hazel orbs searched for where the bludger was once more. Call it an instinct, but the Ravenclaw always has this need to know where each and every player or ball was whenever she was up in the air. It had never failed her before, so Belle wasn’t going to be putting a stop to this little habit of hers any time soon. An unlady-like snort slips through the half-Veela’s lips, and in her mind, Belle could already hear her previous matron as well as her mother’s affronted gasps at her action which was ‘unbecoming for a lady’ such as herself.

          “Whatever you say Anais.” the other shoots back. Rolling her shoulder languidly, Belle shrugs off the other’s hands off of her shoulders in a display of a mock scandalized behavior at the ‘implied implications’ of the other’s words. A confident smirk makes it’s way to her lips as she raises a brow at the other. “We’ll so about that. I don’t put my team through hellish training for nothing after all.” Flying farther away from the Gryffindor to complete her offended act, Belle couldn’t help but smile at the other’s keen senses. Anais wasn’t what one could be deemed as ‘slow’ after all. “Yes to all actually, and maybe some.” she replies enigmatically, the brightness of her grin contrasting the weight which her words held.

           For a second, Belle’s whole demeanor shifts at the other’s statement. It was clear as day which side the other was on now. A second later, the moment passes and the sparkle within Belle’s hazel orbs comes back to life once more. “With just us two?” she asks, unconsciously following the bludger which she knew she could intercept if she flew just a few meters down. “Doesn’t make any difference to me though. Let’s see if you really have kept in shape.” she finishes off with a smile as she dipped her broom, already calculating how much force she should hit the black iron ball with for it to meet it’s target as well as the direction.

[slyaurora-blog]

Unwind a little --- Belle and Aurora

— @ravisobel​

Aurora had made a friend, or so she had thought she made one. A few months ago she had stumbled across ( or more like it had simply appeared ) the room of requirement. Once inside she met another female, one of beauty and grace — One that simply wouldn’t leave her mind. After that night, talking and simply getting to known one another away from all the stress of the world outside that very room, Aurora felt close to someone for a change. It was odd, yes, but she enjoyed it.

To her, she would do anything and everything within her power for the girl — Be there for her until the end like a loyal friend ought to be. Though people would question it, her being a Slytherin and the other a Ravenclaw. The match didn’t seem to go together, but she overlooked it and was happy nonetheless.

As she wandered the halls with a bottle of firewhiskey in her hands, she could sense the other girl — Smell her really, as if she had just walked right where Aurora had stepped. The strong scent of flowers and vanilla mixed together became slightly intoxicating to her soul, giving her reason to search for her friend further; Almost knowing exactly where she might be.

Alas ~ There it was again — That big beautiful door that knew just when you needed it. Inside, she knew the other had to be there. Following her instincts she pushed the door open, peeking in only to allow her eyes to rest upon a beautiful figure sitting alone on a chair off to the corner. “Belle?” She spoke softly, stepping in a bit further so she could close the door behind her, giving the two of them privacy from the rest of the castle and all who occupied it. 

Her lips tugged upwards into a small smile as she inched closer, her hand gently running over the girls back as soon as she was nearer. Something was off — Ari could tell.  With furrowed brows she knelt down, setting the full bottle of whiskey off to the side. She looked tired, probably stressed with all the tests that they were studying for and the rest of the schoolwork that seemed to keep piling up on everyone, including herself. Aurora wanted to ask, but she knew she wasn’t having a good day. It was obvious. Instead she sat down in front of the girl, reached over for the bottle of firewhiskey and wiggled it in front of her face.

“Why don’t you unwind a little with me?”

[exravisobel-blog]

          Although it was quite humiliating to admit, in the first few months after she had transferred into Hogwarts, with the help of the ever changing Grand Staircase and the almost clone-like features of all of the hallways, Belle had gotten herself lost a hand-full of times. These instances either caused her to be late and/or unintentionally skip a class, cause Merlin knows that thi half-Veela wouldn’t think that anything else could outweigh her academics. Other than that though, it also made the Ravenclaw discover numerous rooms which she hadn’t even known existed before. One of them being the Room of Requirements.

          The room had become her sanctuary of sorts. Always providing Belle with the comforting silence she oh so craved as the room provided her with a crackling fireplace and maybe even a book or two as she sat on a sofa and simply thought. In the room, she had also made a tentative friend of sorts. Belle was never one to trust easily after all, but from Aurora’s scent, the half-Veela could tell that the other was a magical creature just as she was. She had the scent of a werewolf.

          And now here the brunette was once again, her legs crossed as her chin lightly rested on her open palm which was supported by her shoulder which was placed on her knee, gazing at nothing yet thinking about everything as her hazel orbs watched as the flames by the fireplace crackled. Belle knew when the other had come in, she had heard the door open and had smelt Aurora’s familiar scent when she came in, so when a gentle hand was placed on her back, the Ravenclaw wasn’t surprised. Turning her head and offering the other a smile, the half-Veela’s gaze flick to the bottle the Slytherin had brought and Belle’s lips couldn’t help but stretch out into a smile. “Where’s my glass?” she replies, ready to simply be gone with all of the stress. Even if it was just for a night.

[ravenbelle-blog1]

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                                              Isobel O’Kelly + Zicovian Blackadder

[exravisobel-blog]

Cautionary Advice → Belle + Taeyang

[exravisobel-blog]

.DROPPED.

[alo-quidditch]

        QUIDDITCH UPDATE!

The 6th Inter-house Quidditch cup match: GRYFFINDOR vs RAVENCLAW, has been postponed due to bad weather until Monday, June 20th 3PM. 

There are still unfilled positions in the Ravenclaw team, so if you are interested in joining, then head on over to fill out these forms!  (The Ravenclaw team is not accepting applications for the captain position at this time.)

[exravisobel-blog]

+update

hello dears, i’m finally back from hiatus (and am also home from the hospital)! i know i owe quite a number of you some replies, but i promise i’ll get to them by at least this week. be warned though, that since the whole of my right arm is still in a cast, replies still might lag for a bit. thanks again for bearing with my lack of presence for the past few days, but now i’m back once again!

[exravisobel-blog]

+hiatus

hello dears! i’m sorry if i’ve been really slow with my replies as of late. i got involved in an accident earlier this week and have been in the hospital ever since. i’m not quite sure yet when i’d be discharged because i still have to undergo some surgeries for my arm. (my sister’s actually the one posting this for me.) so i’ll be on hiatus just till the 19th and i do hope that you all bear with me! if you ever do decide to drop our thread because i’m taking a while, do just send me a message cause i would totally understand c:

and to all our new members, hello! i’m sorry if i haven’t gotten to plotting with any of you yet, but when i do come back, i promise i’ll get to all of you! thank you again and i hope all of you have a great day!

[exravisobel-blog]

London → Belle + Jackson

[jacksonpuff-deactivated20160807]

aside from being a half-blooded wizard, jackson was also a werewolf; a creature of magic and a student to the school of witchcraft and wizardry. considered a professional in transfiguration by himself, yet the wizard had grown up living the life as any other muggle and in all honesty, he would’ve preferred to be one himself. while his expertise laid within transfiguration, the subject he enjoyed most by far was muggle studies, and as he exited the leaky cauldron and entered the streets of london with his study partner, the blonde was once again reminded just how much he loved the plain boring muggle world. charlestown and dublin were without a doubt more beautiful to the irish born and raised, but he was beyond excited to explore the streets of the united kingdom’s capital. 

hazel orbs shifted to the side as the female beside him spoke up, a smug grin tugging onto the corners of raspberry pink lips. honestly jackson had been eager to go on the trip to london for only one thing; partying. only he wasn’t sure whether his partner would be interested in doing such a thing, especially after observing the girl named belle and how she uncomfortably figgeted with her clothing, which led him to conclude the female wasn’t used to things he’d deem normal as jackson’s own outfit wasn’t much different from hers, wearing a plain white v-neck t-shirt with black, baggy sweatpants. though it was possible the blond was overthinking it; he wasn’t exactly that good at observing people after all. “how do you feel about clubs?” he then asked, even though jackson had already set his mind on going to one, whether belle fancied it or not. “clubbing is a real muggle thing– or so i’ve heard. we should totally try it out.”

[exravisobel-blog]

          “Clubbing.” Belle parrots. “What does this activity entail exactly?” Her hazel orbs calmly sweep over the site of the muggle city as they passed through the magical barriers placed on the entrance of Leaky Cauldron which was located in London. Being half-Veela, her mother hadn’t let Belle out into London as she had  said that although their charm was something which most wizards were aware of and easily attributed to their heritage. Muggles however, would not, and in turn, would give them more attention than necessary, which usually ended up being a bother to their kind.

          The fact that her clothes were tighter than necessary, which would no doubt raise concerns from her mother and late matron saying that ‘a lady’s clothes were never too tight,’ certainly didn’t help in warding off people’s lingering gazes. “I’m quite open to anything really.” The brunette says as her hazel orbs sweep over the bright lights from the various signs overhead. Prior to their trip, the Ravenclaw had brought along with her a notable amount of money both in muggle and wizarding currency just in case. One could never be too sure of what may happen after all. “So where do we go to be able to do this clubbing you speak of?”

[slyamelie-blog]

┊Helping Hands. (A+B) ;

[slyamelie-blog]

The unexpected enthusiastic response from Belle nearly caused Amélie to stumble over. Instead, she hugged Belle’s slender frame into her own and leaned back, giving her all into the slightly exaggerated performance that was quite delightful none the less. 

A peck was pressed onto the corner of Belle’s lips as she drew away to add insult to the harasser’s injury. She watched him slink off with a sense of victory as Belle shooed him. Although she didn’t laugh, Amélie’s signature smug smile was spread across her features. It was the same smirk she wore whenever she succeeded in getting her way. Triumphant. 

“No need, I’ve already received my reward,” she replied, an arm still wrapped around Belle’s waist as she faced her. She spared one last glance over her shoulder and was pleased when she couldn’t spot Belle’s harasser anywhere. He’d either left the premises completely or gone to hide within his circle of equally drunk and idiotic mates. She did have her fair share of unwanted advances from her male peers, and whilst she appreciated the attention, sometimes it was more enjoyable to put them back in their place.

“I know how it is, he looked like a total knob. Us girls have to stick together.” Her lips curled into a genuine grin as she finally released Belle, stretching out the same hand in front of her instead,             “Amélie– I don’t think we’ve ever properly met?”

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          At the Slytherin’s words, Belle could’t help it as her hazel orbs flicked to Amelie’s lips as a corner of her lips quirk upwards. “I suppose you have.” Belle says with an amused drawl. “I could’ve handled it by myself in all honesty, but thank you for choosing to intervene nonetheless.” Taking a sip of her drink once more, the half-Veela decides that she doesn’t really mind the warmth which Amelie’s arm gave her as it was snuggly wrapped around her waist.

           Belle notes that the male who was mere inches away from her person earlier was no where to be seen, and this, the half-Veela couldn’t help but be relieved. Although it was true that she could handle herself well enough in situations as the one she was in earlier, Belle still thinks of it as quite a hassle to at first, try and politely shoo away the harasser off before taking more drastic measures.

          “Slytherin Chaser, correct?” The Ravenclaw inquires with an arched brow. “Belle.” she says as a way of introduction. “It’s nice to meet you.” After she had ran through the other’s hair with her long digits during their lip lock,the Ravenclaw had simply placed one on her lap afterwards as the other simply rested on Amelie’s shoulder, her fingers playing with the ends of the other’s hair absentmindedly.

[ravenbelle-blog1]

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                                            Isobel O’Kelly + Anaïs Kingsley Delacroix

[slykyungsoo]

bland treat | kyungsoo + belle

[exravisobel-blog]

          “Really? Hmmm…” the brunette trails off, a finger tapping her lower lip in thought. Despite all of the etiquette lessons, speech classes and other extra curriculars which her mother had insisted on the half-Veela to study hard in, not once was Belle oriented with anything regarding cooking, or any activity within the kitchen really. Belle’s eyes sweep over the room once more, and with the clear sight of the male being in the middle of cooking something, the Ravenclaw’s interest is piqued. Despite the wizarding world being revolutionized with all of the fusion of magic and muggle technology, most wizarding families were still quite old-fashioned, hers included. So questions such as why would someone, a male of all people, want to cook when there were House Elves who would be happy enough to do it for them briefly flashed through her thoughts. Perhaps it was a hobby of sorts? she eventually hypothesizes.

         With questions flitting through her mind and a gap in knowledge found, this time regarding cooking, the side of the Ravenclaw which demanded for all of its inquiries answered awakened itself. “Well, would you mind if I looked through the kitchen for some fruit maybe?” the brunette asks. “I’m not quite experienced in cooking-” Make that completely useless in the kitchen, she thinks. “And I was planning on asking Winky for a light supper you see, so I guess I’ll just settle for a few apples or pears maybe.” It’ll also give me a chance to observe you cooking and potentially learn something, effectively temporarily suffusing my gap in knowledge regarding cooking, she mentally tacks on.

[slykyungsoo]

Kyungsoo nodded faster than he had intended to. He just wanted to resume to his routine as soon as possible, and that would be rather impossible with the girl eyeing him and her surroundings as if they were a potion gone wrong. He’d like to usher her out, really, but what if she cry? Kyungsoo never had it in him to face a crying girl, let alone right now when his stomach is the emptiest yet and his brain is exhausted from the pile of assignments. Maybe he should’ve asked one of the House Elves to cook it for him, just like back in his manor when his parents are home and he couldn’t be seen doing such preposterous hobby, but it wouldn’t be fair for them to cook and deliver it to Slytherin now would it?

Of course, the girl had to be hungry. She probably skipped supper to study like him, considering how examinations week are approaching close. Oh well, she doesn’t look the type to gossip. Perhaps it would be fine for him to return to his post? “…Sure. Go right ahead.” He awkwardly gestured at the crates of fruit beside him with his hand, lips feeling stiff as he tried to offer her a curt smile. He got the lemons he was looking for in his arms. “Some of them might already be spoiled though. I’d check them first if I were you.” The girl already missed supper and she doesn’t need to get a stomachache either–or at least that’s what he thought.

[exravisobel-blog]

.DROPPED.

[exravisobel-blog]

Look Out → Belle + Mamoru

[exravisobel-blog]

          The brunette was still quite dubious when the older male had said that he wouldn’t tell a soul, but with the little cover she had from her current position to the castle, Belle was left without a choice. Transforming back into her animagus form was also out of the question since a vulture flying up to the Raveclaw Tower would certainly raise many eyebrows, and if the older male did decide to attack her, she would’t be able to defend herself. 

          There’s a reflexive twitch of Belle’s hand to reach for her wand in her pocket and shoot back a spell at the professor, but the brunette was sure that doing so would only worsen the current situation she was in. So she merely walks away a few steps from the scorched plant, her mind stil trying to process the possible ways she could untangle herself from this mess. Stepping out slightly from the trees, sure that her face was still partially obscured by the shadows, the brunette says, her tone suspicious and her eyes narrowed , “Are you sure?”

[prof-mamoyano-deactivated201606]

      It was no doubt that her voice was heavy a kind suspicion that even a child would understand the intensity in it. The only thing that was dancing in his mind that how the voice sounded like one of the students in his class (it will be better if the student is actually in his class so they can talk things out). Without hesitation,  he shoved his wand into his pocket, putting up both of his hands as if to show that he was already surrendering himself. “Definitely sure.” He put front a tone that showed confidence so that the latter in the shadow’s grace could trust him.    “You know, it is too late and I have no energy to do whatever detention or shi- things like that.“ He could sworn that the way moonlight shone, so brightful, the more his professionalism as a professor seems to dissipate away. “If you are scared from the attack just now, I’m sorry but it was a precaution step.“ Acromantula on his tail is the worst thing. “Take your time, don’t force yourself.“ At least the silhoutte has spoken, it is better than nothing at all.

[exravisobel-blog]

.DROPPED.

[legilimcns]

the prince; anaïs ∧ isobel

[legilimcns]

Whereas Anaïs would have normally taken offence to such words, the implications behind it were different when spoken by Isobel. “I’m old — there isn’t a need to dote upon it.” She grins slightly as she begins to think about the past. In fact — it was insane to think that it had already been a year since the two had first met; that particular bathroom doing their hearts justice rather than their stomachs. The two had bonded rather quickly over their mutual Veela heritage and had since leaned upon one another when it came to personal problems. In other words, it was a type of friendship that was dependent upon the existence of problems — yet at the same time was able to sustain itself without. Either way, the Gryffindor found herself appreciating the other’s company nonetheless. 

Glancing over the Ravenclaw’s preparedness in terms of Quidditch attire, Anaïs began to regret her words slightly. Beaters were built to endure and distribute pain to unfortunate chasers such as herself, but the Gryffindor was confident in terms of her own abilities as well. Perhaps the only difference between the two of them would be the amount of practice that they had both been receiving — no doubt Isobel’s most active past-time. “You remember that one match where I was blasted off my broom?” Anaïs scrunched her facial features as if to concentrate upon the formulation of her words. “I don’t actually remember the details — but I was told that I lost consciousness for a couple of days.” She continues, trying harder to remember than before. “I guess after that incident, I’ve been more focused on academics than Quidditch. But as with all sports, athletes always revisit them at one point or another.” The Gryffindor finishes with a smile, content with the answer given. 

“So what about you—?” She enquires, tone filled with genuine curiosity. “How is it possible that we haven’t run into each other once during the past three months, and yet the one place that we do is on the pitch?” Anaïs chuckles with unbridled laughter, struggling to contain herself at the irony of the situation. “I guess before we begin, tell me how you’ve been!” the Gryffindor finishes, lips pursing with silence in anticipation of her friend’s response. 

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         Laughing and shaking her head at the other’s reply, Belle raises an eyebrow as she looked at Anais. Old, she says. With the Gryffindor’s baby face as well as her pale and smooth complexion, the brunette thinks that whenever she walked side by side with Anais, most people actually thought that she was the older one out of the two. The fact that the other was also quite petite certainly didn’t help their case at all. “Yeah sure. ‘Old.’” Belle says, her hands mimicking quotation marks as she said so, her other hand still lightly gripping her beater’s bat before bringing her free hand once more to the handle of her broom.

          “So are you gonna join Gryffindor’s team again?” The brunette ask, curiosity and a hint of hopefulness in her tone. Although the lions’ team was good as is, it would’ve been wonderful to be able to play against her friend once more on the field. “I mean, us Ravens would no doubt crush the Gryffs nonetheless but...” the brunette shrugs as she trails off, shooting the other a coy smile to indicate that the half-Veela’s words were only teasing. The brunette regarded each of the four Houses’ Quidditch team member’s with a critical and wary eye whenever her team had to play against them, as she knew that all of them got accepted because of the fact that they excelled in playing Quidditch.

          Shrugging her shoulders as she adjusted her grip on her beater’s bat, her hazel orbs focused on the bludger coming back their way again, the Ravenclaw lifts her arm holding the bat before swinging it as hard as she can, a grunt escaping her lips in the process. Usually, the brunette calculated the angle in which she needed to hit the iron ball from with regards to her arms, as well as the force she needed to put into her swing. Since she didn’t have an intended target though, the brunette merely gave all of her power into the swing so that the bludger would merely be redirected away from the pair.

           At the question, flashes of everything that she had gone through these past few months and is going through make their way to her mind. The issue of registering a magical creature’s ‘Beast’ status, her part in the rebellion and her case reopening. “Classes are thankfully keeping me busy.” Belle says with a grin, not voicing out her actual thoughts. “Which is a good thing cause that means I’m actually learning something right? Other than that, my family’s just been really attentive in regards to the Ministry’s announcements regarding us Beasts.” Her hazel orbs flick towards Anais, the last statement set so that the Ravenclaw could get a glimpse on which ‘side’ the other was on.