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Lyanna Ysabel Montague 16. Sixth Year Montrésor. Beauxbatons

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isabellapommel:

“Oh, is that so?” Isabella asked with a grin wondering what on Earth she was missing with this drink. “It’s what I’ve been told which is why I have to try it.” What was the worse that could happen. “Anything else I should try?”

“--I’d say the Treacle Tart could be a good second option if you dare to try something new.”

Lyanna flashed the other girl a grin, mirrored with her own. Her gaze landed against the empty counter at the further edge of the room.

“--I can order one for you, if you like? The treat is on me.”

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aidengastrell:

Aiden merely laughed when she spoke and shook his head. Back at Ilvermorny he’d always exceeded in classes and he was exceptionally proud of that so the idea of a professor suggesting him to help another student was very endearing. With another smile he pulled a book closer and rested his arms atop it.

“Well I’d like to say straight away that I’m able to help but you’ll have to give me some explanation about what you need to know. Don’t worry about my work though. I always get it done.”

Lyanna followed for his suit, as she put one arm against the table and tilted her head slightly, with her cheek rested against her hand. She was staring at him, for a certain. She couldn’t bring herself to not to, nor did she make an effort to hide the obvious. She gnawed on her lip, before she turned into a giggle fit.

“--Fair enough. It’s about the Human Transfiguration and I’m not entirely worried about your work, if I’m being honest. It’s also about the time you have to waste to put up with me.”

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“What is butterbeer?” Isabella asked a passerby in the cafe as she glanced at the menu. Being somewhere new was excited but some of the local fare was a bit, suspicious to her. Hot coca was a safer option but she had been trying to be better about trying new things. “I can’t decide if I want to try it or just get something else…”

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The vague scent of butterbeer lingering in the air was enough to bring back the memory of the first time she set her foot in the Three Broomsticks with her father, years ago. Since then, she always snatches a glass for her to enjoy, despite the lack of her father’s presence as her reminiscence of the sake of the old days. A hint of a playful smile graces her lips when someone nearby throws the question in.

“--Trust me, one sip is more than enough to change your life forever..”

[icarusdolohov]

Icarus dragged a palm over his face, before settling down at his usual table in the Great Hall.  He took a swig from his pumpkin juice before looking down at himself and realizing his button down was off, revealing purplish marks up his neck. He huffed, buttoning and rebuttoning to hide them. The missing girl had died in St.Mungos that morning and it seemed like the castle hadn’t stopped buzzing in the short time since it was announced. “Everyone’s playing like they thought she’d wake up or something. We knew she was basically dead months ago.” 

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When the news about the young girl’s death began to spread in the castle, she wasn’t expected everyone to remain aloof and pretend that nothing has happened. Considering how the discovery of her body was enough to set madness to the entire school, her death must’ve been another hit to everyone, especially the ones that know her personally. Lyanna went quiet over the exchange of words happening in her table, before her eyes linger on the person in front of her. A hint of purplish marks was peeking from his collar, which she manages to catch before he finally covered it from her view.

“--Well, she’s the first, wasn’t she? Of course, the chance she woke up was keeping our hope alive about the chance of the other missing students’ survival..”

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aidengastrell:

Aiden shuffled just a little when she took a seat at his side. He didn’t want his workspace to seem messy so he very quickly stacked the books more efficiently. He didn’t know why it should bother him so much but he took a lot of pride in his work. “Oh I’m sure that you don’t. If anyone isn’t able to make time then they haven’t done enough work or started it in time.” He smiled and rested one of his elbows on the table, looking at her curiously. “So uh….can I help at all? I assumed you came here to find me for something…?” 

Lyanna musters another smile, at the sight of him tidying his desk. She was planning on asking him a couple of questions and not lingering on his presence. Yet something tells her that she might want to change her mind. She glanced around, before finding his gaze landed against her, rather in a curious manner.

“--Well, my professor was thinking that maybe you can help me with my Transfiguration essay. That, if you don’t mind me stopping by and perhaps holding you back from your work for a couple or more times..”

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aidengastrell:

Aiden turned his body toward the newcomer a little more and offered her a small smile. He wasn’t used to being approached out of the blue but it wasn’t exactly close to the weirdest thing that had ever happened to him. With a quick look at the chair next to him, he plucked up the books he’d set there and placed them aside.

“Do you want to sit, Lyanna? If you’re hanging about that is and not just….making introductions.”

“--Of course! ”

Her lips curved into a smile, matching with his own. Needless to say, she didn’t expect him to welcome her this easily. Maybe he’s like another friendly face around, which was pleased for her to bump into. Lyanna make her way around and slides into the now empty chair next to him. She put her satchel down on the floor, as her eyes narrowed at the sight of the parchment in front of him.

“--Are you sure that I don’t hold you back from your work?”

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remingtontheroux:

Remington had remained relatively calm throughout the first task, which came as a surprise to himself. Normally his emotions would have been all over the place, but he hadn’t been particularly close to any of those involved which had allowed him to detach himself from the situation. But the announcement from Mahoutkoro’s headmaster had reignited his panic. They had gone an entire month without hearing anything from the Praesumptor, and now another student was missing. Hearing Lyanna’s words he turned to look at the girl, but he wasn’t sure how to answer her. “I guess I was foolish to think we might have caught a break,” he mumbled, as he reached up to tug at his hair. 

Lyanna tilted her head slightly at her fellow housemate, noting that he doesn’t look well. For a certain, the announcement had hit him harder than the chaos that happened in the tournament a few days ago.

“--Hey, don’t blame yourself. I was genuinely thinking that they’ve stopped. And yet we’re wrong.. again.”

Slowly, she reached out and put her hand against his shoulder, giving him a light pat, merely an effort to calm him down.

“--Are you feeling alright?”

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xcnderwolfe:

he hums, drumming his fingers on his thigh as he waits for things to get exciting. “ nothing much, considering there is NOTHING much to do around here, ” he mutters in reply. “ few things interest me nowadays, ” he adds with a shrug. 

“ – and you? ”

It’s been two hours since they all gathered here, yet the tournament hasn’t seemed to show any sign to end. She was glad to have his company, rather than being dead bored to be seated in the same spot for hours without someone to bicker with.

“--Having fun. Attend parties, sneaking out from classes, and doing a scavenger hunt on my father’s legacy. I almost cried when I found his name in the trophy room. Now, I wonder why I’m scared of heights, when he’s excelling in flying.”

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aidengastrell:

Aiden sighed softly as he closed yet another book and set it atop the pile next to him. Every so often he would turn his gaze to the window, observing the training ground and the Hogwarts landscape beyond. It was certainly very different here to Ilvermorny and although he missed his school, he was certainly adjusted to being here. Setting down his quill, he folded his hands behind his head and closed his eyes for just a few seconds. “The length of time that it can exist in being is…” He muttered under his breath before leaning forward once more and scribbling more notes on his parchment. He was nearing the bottom of the page when he heard his name and looked up. 

“Uh that’s me….am I….sorry, I think I’ve forgotten who you are.”

Her eyes flickered on his face, quietly studying his features as their eyes meet. She was convinced that they were never met before, because she’d recognized that face anywhere. But, his presence feels familiar. Although she can simply dismiss the thought, simply as they’ve probably bumped their ways somewhere in this castle. 

“--Ah.. We -- I think we have never met before. I’m Lyanna, Lyanna Montague.”

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The announcement of another possible missing student manages to set the crowds in sort of a frenzy. The timing fits perfectly. It’s the twentieth of the month, just like previous disappearance. Except that the last month, there is no incident occurred in the previous month. That’s more than enough to shift everyone’s attention to the first task of the tournament, away from the terror that overshadowed from behind.

“--That couldn’t possibly mean..”

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Almost her entire day, Lyanna had spent by searching for a boy, the one that her professor had mention for her to find. Usually, it wasn’t such a nuisance for her to get through, as she began to familiar with several old and new faces around. But, apparently, this person isn’t someone who she ever heard, nor encounter before. For sure, no one expects her to know each and every person bustling around the ground, but she takes her advantage rather seriously. Her feet brought her to the Library, a first place that comes to mind. It’s not hard to figure out about where someone might offer a tutoring lesson to any student. A couple of asking game later, she finally spotted someone on the spot near the window and decide to make an approach.

“--Aiden? Aiden Gastrell?”

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xcnderwolfe:

“ perfectly serious. ”he says with a roll of his eyes before leaning back against his chair. it’s quiet for a while, something he hopes would last – but lyanna isn’t done yet. xander turns to scoff at her. “ for your information, i haven’t been moping for whatever it is you think i mope around for. and i’ve seen the grounds, nothing impressive – NOTHING like home, ” he retaliates, crossing his arms across his chest as he gives the girl a look. 

“ you are IMPOSSIBLE sometimes, you know that right? ”

“--Oh, mon cher. Of course, I’m well aware of that.”

Lyanna manages a laugh, the usual air of nonchalance seeping into her tone. It’s always fun to mess up with him, tease him mercilessly with the exact same subject for the past years. Too bad she knew too much of him, that means those things were bound to happen whenever his face comes to her view.

“--So, if you are not moping around, what have you been doing so far?”

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kwanjinsun:

Sun blew out smoke, putting a hand to his forehead. He wasn’t sure if announcement of the first task brought on this panic or if it was his condition. It had been a bit since he had had an episode like this. Admittedly it wasn’t as bad as it usually was. Something about sitting in the back of that classroom, closed in by people and desks made his heart race and his hands shake. His head snapped up at the sudden movement ahead of him. He looked hard at the girl before speaking. “Well,” he took another drag off his cigarette, sliding a bit farther down the wall. “hope you don’t mind smoke.” Sun eyed her for a long moment before tilting his head to one side. “Just fine. Never been better after finding out I might die today.” He smiled at her, not overly genuinely. Sun took another long drag before he spoke again. “What are you really doing out here?”

Lyanna shook her head lightly as she sends a genuine smile at his way. Kwan Jinsun, from what she can recall, he tends to be more quiet than she had expected. But none of that seems to shift her attention away from him, as though she was still trying to figure him out. She was genuinely worried about how he looked.If anything, she was convinced that he was about to pass out anytime soon, with the cigarette act like his lifeline. That she can’t blame him, when she knew the pressure and burden he had now when he was chosen as one of the champions.

“--You are going to be alright. You knew how much faith I had in you, right? If anyone, you are going to survive this.”

She implied, throwing her gaze way deep down into the woods, before she glanced at him.

“--I was thinking that you shouldn’t be alone. Although, I can leave if you want me to.”

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hucelia:

Eyes fell shut, and her body almost automatically leaning in to press against the others. Everything was quite intense in that moment, but particularly the scent that flowed off of Lyanna, her light and airy perfume filling Celia’s senses. The dark haired girl felt the other’s breathe against her lips, for there was little to no distance between the two. And then her intoxication gave her the last push to find the courage to finally press her lips against the other’s. A feathery soft kiss, feeling the other’s soft ones moving against her own. Hands gently moving along her back one higher and the other to encircle the girl entirely. 

For in that moment Celia felt the need to get closer to Lyanna, as though that were humanly possible anymore. Whilst kissing she could feel the other’s chest rising and falling against hers, and for the first time in a very long time Celia held her breath. For she felt as though this was a moment she wanted to drag out, to exist in for a little while longer. And then there was another part of her, that simply wanted to consume the other girl whole, to learn every inch of her body in a passionate haze. A constant war between fast and slow. 

There’s an unexplainable thrill washed through her pounding heart, the moment their lips met. She can still taste the booze she had earlier, the sense of her evident intoxication. Her fingers absently cupped the other’s cheeks, thus pulled her closer, if possible. Her lips moved against her own, almost in sync, as her live depends on it. The kiss was gentle but still demanding, and nothing like she ever experienced. 

She gently pushed the other girl backward, pinned her against the wall and feel her -- all of her -- pressed against herself. She would care less if someone was about to walk on them, as if her mind were filled with the other. Almost magical, as each and every sense of her were overwhelmed -- dizzy -- because of the presence of the beauty. She can only find herself drawn deeper in the spiraling enchantment around her arms.

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xcnderwolfe:

he scoffs, almost leaning away from the girl. “ bitte. she’s NOT the sole reason i’m here, ” he mumbles, fixating his eyes back towards the center of the entire show. “ it just so happens she’s one of the champions so.. ” he trails off, giving a shrug of his shoulders. it was times like this where xander regrets having tattled to much at the girl but well.

“ ― and where have you been? ” he asks, turning to finally look at the girl.

“--You sure about that?”

Lyanna pursed her lips at him and offered him another cryptic look for a while. It’s obvious enough for her to rule out his interest toward the tournament, solely from his father’s expectations, but also based on where his heart belongs, whether he’s going to admit it or not.

“--I’ve been around. Maybe, you should try to get out from your dorm -- stop moping for your long lost love -- and have yourself a walk through the grounds. It’s called having fun.”

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xcnderwolfe:

he feels inwardly DIVIDED with all the activity going around him. half of him wants to stay away from the irritating crowd and wallow in the fact that he’d never be one of those champions about to embark on something great and yet.. the other half of him wants to sit through it all and see what happens. there’s a feeling of anticipation and glee, also a feeling of unwanted worry for ONE of the champions about to wander into the forest. BUT, the idea of assessing or ridiculing the possible outcome is what persuades him to stay put and just enjoy the show. he’s just getting comfortable in his position when a familiar face makes way towards him. 

a smirk on his lips, “ BUT OF COURSE miss montague. don’t tell me you aren’t? ”

“--Maybe. But, I would care less about these, when I’m not indirectly involved with it. So, I bet I’m not as invested as you were.”

She offered the Durmstrang student a wink, before she gets herself comfortable in the middle of the overbearing cold air. Honestly, if anyone was meant to dead, it’s probably the students who filled the bench and brave the cold, instead of the champions.

“--Don’t worry. She will survive.”