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felix vaillancourt. 18. half-veela. mutatio. formerly beauxbatons.

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roxieweasleys:

Roxanne laughed, shaking her head as Felix tripped over his words. “I know what you meant. My family’s done some remarkable stuff, but that doesn’t necessarily mean all of us are particularly talented or anything. I guess we won’t really know until they reveal the selection process.” She shrugged, pushing away a lock of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail and into her face. “I’m not sure I even want to find out, though. Do you?”

“I feel the same way about Hogwarts, but Vic has told me how much she loves Beauxbatons. It seems great.” 

Felix shot her a wry smile and nodded. He knew that well enough himself. “You’re certainly right. I’m nothing like my parents,” he said, shaking his head, before grimacing. “Well I suppose other than the half-veela thing. I can thank my mom for that.” He gave her a conspiratory look, leaning in. “Do you think they’re ever going to tell us? I can’t decide if I want to know or not.”

“Yeah I guess we’re all attached to our old schools. They do a lot to instil that pride in us.”

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Lysander dropped down into a seat at the end of the long dining tables by himself. Even if half of the kids here went to Hogwarts, being the new kid and acclimating to a new system takes time. He had no reason to he worries yet.

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Felix craned his neck, trying to spot an empty seat to slide himself into. He spotted one next to a dark haired boy and he crossed the hall and sat down next to him, giving him a curious look. “I don’t think we’ve met yet. What’s your specialization?”

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roxieweasleys:

“I don’t know how we managed it either, but maybe one day we’ll find out.” Roxie shrugged. To be honest, that very question had been nagging at her since she’d started at Silvestris, but she had decided not to let herself obsess over it. The founders had…whatever secret criteria they had, and if the Potter-Weasley clan happened to fit the bill then who was she to question it? 

Roxanne nodded in agreement. “They’re certainly more intimidating than a lot of the Hogwarts professors. I haven’t made up my mind as to whether that’s a good thing or not, though. So, Beauxbatons…I guess that’s how you know Victoire, right?”

“Maybe it’s something in your blood,” he said, before grimacing and shaking his head. “Wait, that came out strange. I didn’t mean that in like...a creepy blood supremacy way. More just like..you have a special family obviously. Clearly your parents’ talents and skills and quirks have made their way into the next generation,” he clarified.

“I guess it will push us to be better but sometimes I wish they’d let us relax without waxing on about how we’re wasting our potential.” He nodded at her words. “Yeah, that’s how we met. Beauxbatons. It’s...well, if this place didn’t get created, I never would’ve left it. Between it and all the other wizarding schools, I think Beauxbatons stands above the rest.”

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roxieweasleys:

“Yes, I’m a Weasley. Victoire is one of my many, many cousins. It was bad enough at Hogwarts, but I think my family makes up more than half the student body here at Silvestris at this point.” Roxanne joked. “I’m in Pugna.”

“How are you liking the school so far?”

Felix laughed and shook his head. “Yeah no kidding. I feel like you guys are a small army. I’m always meeting more of you. It kind of interesting that you all made it past whatever secret admissions requirements there are to get in,” he pointed out.

“It’s nice. I loved being at Beauxbatons but this is quite an adventure. I’m enjoying being away from France and getting to meet new people and focus on the subjects I like. Some of the professors can be kind of intense though.”

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roxieweasleys:

“I’m Roxanne,” she supplied when Felix paused. “It was pretty good, my time at home is always chaotic though. I’ve got roughly a million cousins,” she laughed, “and they all seem to visit at once.”  “I haven’t seen you around yet, I don’t think. What’s your specialization?” Roxie asked, tilting her head slightly.

Felix raised an eyebrow, eyes widening with recognition. “Oh no way, I think I know one of them. Victoire, right? Are you one of the Weasleys then? She tells me about the chaos sometimes.” Now that she mentioned her family, he was starting to pick up on some of the common features that spanned across their family.

“I’m in Mutatio,” he supplied. “What are you?”

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Roxanne took a sip of her “pumpkin juice”, which she’d spiked with a healthy dose of Firewhiskey. Getting around the rules had always come easily to Roxie–how could it not, being George Weasley’s daughter? Silvestris felt somewhat like Hogwarts to Roxanne, in that she had to search pretty hard to find a student she wasn’t related to. As much as she loved her cousins, she’d spent much of her break visiting with them and was eager to speak with someone new. When she finally locked eyes with someone she didn’t know, a relieved grin broke out on Roxie’s face and she approached them.

“Thank Merlin, I was starting to think I’d never find someone new to talk to! Happy to be back from break, then?” She asked, immediately drawing the other student into a conversation without giving them a chance to slip away.

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Felix ripped a chunk of bread off the bun he was holding and popped in his mouth, not paying particular attention to his surroundings until someone startled him out of her thoughts when they plunked down next to him. He looked up, and shot the stranger a smile, vaguely amused by her exuberance.

“Well I’m glad to be of service,” he said, setting down his bread. “I’m Felix. Nice to meet you...” he trailed off waiting for a name. “My break was pretty uneventful, kind of same old, same old,” he said. “Mostly just hung out with my dad.” All true, no lies. She didn’t have to know that his visit home had been more than unpleasant. “How was your holiday?”

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weasleyvi:

Though she could be considered immune to the Veela part of him, she wasn’t immune to his charms. He was every part the type of guy she’d likely be into if she ever allowed herself romantic feelings again. As it stood, she just sort of tensed up a bit briefly at the flood of warmth that flowed through her in his presence, and silently blaming it on the Veela part of them both.

“Family’s family, it was nice to be able to share the school experiences that both me and my siblings had instead of different ones.” She said with a shrug; it was true that it was easier now that she went to the same school as her siblings, and it made her happy to be around them.

At the mention of the people staring, she cast a glance around, pale eyes falling upon a few girls (and boys) who gave her envious glances. She wasn’t sure if it was because him or her, but she banked on it being Felix himself, “You realise that if you were not half Veela they would likely still stare? You cannot blame it all on genetics, er, at least not in that way.”

She felt more comfortable after that; it wasn’t a confession of attraction, but the initial flood of feelings had faded away into a blessed happiness at her friend being back, “Besides, you can just ignore them and instead tell me about the thrilling Holidays at the Vaillancourt house.”

The smile she gave him was warm and inviting; she might have been a ship lost at sea if Felix hadn’t also transferred, even with her siblings there.

Felix shot her a smile and nodded, trying not to let his own sadness at the mention of siblings ruin their conversation. Every day he missed Estelle and her bubbly presence in his life. Still, now was not the time to be getting upset over something he’d spent the better part of the last few years trying to grapple with.

“It’s still strange to me that your parents sent you to different schools. What made them do that? Seems like a lot of work for what it’s worth. Besides we all know between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, our school was the more superior one,” he said, running a hand through his hair as they spoke.

He glanced up at the still curious eyes and shook his head, laughing a little under his breath. “Oh come on, Victoire, ma chérie, you flatter me but people are shallow. They think we’re pretty and that’s why they struggle to keep their rude little stares to themselves.”

He leaned back into his chair when she asked about his holidays, and tried not to tense up. His holiday had actually mostly involved the meticulous hiding of bruises, and one terse lunch with his mother, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. “It was nice. Spent most of it playing Wizard’s Chess with my dad and doing all that homework we had to get done before coming back. We also were in Nice for a few days."

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   It had been too long left to her own devices for Victoire; time off from school always meant her mind wandering and, often enough, her getting herself into trouble for various reasons. Even though it had only been six months, she already felt she was making great strides at Silvestris in learning to both harness and control her ability as a seer.

The return to school, however, was somewhat bittersweet, as beyond her siblings she hadn’t made too much progress in getting to know people or making friends. She had some acquaintances, but she wasn’t sure they were the type to have missed her over the Holiday or even worry about what she’d been up to.

This left the pale-haired ⅛ Veela shuffling oddly in her position, waiting to find someone to sit with at the feast; she didn’t want to crowd her siblings, but it might become her only option if nothing else came up.

Softly, more or herself than anything, she mumbled, “Nothing like being an elder weirdo…”

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Felix slid into a seat next to a familiar head of blonde hair, and quirked a grin when he overheard what his fellow ex-Beauxbatons classmate. “You? An elder weirdo? Nah,” he murmured, nudging at her with his elbow.

He piled some food onto his plate and then started to pick at it, taking graceful bites and trying to ignore some of the curious eyes on him. He knew people got caught up in the whole half-veela thing he had going on, but the stares only got more intense when he was interacting with another part-veela. Sometimes it made him kind of uncomfortable.

“How was your holiday?” He asked her, trying to ignore the eyes on him. “Wish people would quit staring like we haven’t been sharing space with them for months now. You’d think they’d get used to it.”