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remington theroux, 16, beauxbatons

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XANDER:

“ of course i did. i’d go anywhere just so i could see you.” 

it was partly true – he’d go anywhere to see him BUT because he provided xander with the distraction he needed, the feeling of want he needed just to get by for a while. it was incredible just how things seemed to come together between them. he didn’t even mean for it to be like this, but he couldn’t help himself because of how enthusiastic and naive the other seemed to be. 

remy just made it all.. TOO EASY for him.

he shifts, providing the other with more room. with the position they were in now, xander could clearly see just how expressive and innocent the other’s eyes were. he felt captivated, almost guilty about their entire set-up – but he brushed it off nonetheless, opting to give him one of his trademark smirks. 

“ oh. i see. well, ” he starts, shifting a bit more. “ did you miss me? ” he questions, reaching out a hand, his thumb brushing away a few locks of the younger male’s hair. 

“ – because i did. ”

The brunette’s heart practically skipped a beat when he heard the other male say that he would go anywhere just to see him. Him. Remington Theroux. In his fifteen years he had never once heard those words leave another’s mouth, and to hear them down- from Alexander, out of all people, made his heart race. And while it excited him, it also terrified him. It took every inch of his self control to remain calm, his hands were shaking, and he could feel the sweat forming on the back of his neck. 

It was like he forgot how to speak, he knew what he wanted to say but when he opened his mouth the word’s just wouldn’t come out. And maybe it was because he truly didn’t know what to say. Was he supposed to thank the other male? That seemed odd, perhaps he was supposed to return the sentiment. But- did he mean it? Well of course he meant it, but still he wasn’t sure how to say it. 

“S-so would I,” he finally spoke, his voice quiet and shaky as he slowly looked up at the other male, a worried expression etched across his face as he bit down on his lip. If it were possible the Beauxbatons student felt even more nervous- what if Xander decided that he didn’t feel that way anymore, or if he deemed Remington too clingy? What then? He would be devastated.

The boy let out a small sigh of relief as their conversation shifted, lifting the enormous amount of pressure from his shoulders. He straightened up, a smile slowly reappearing across his face as he gazed at the older male. “Of course I missed you,” he responded with a small laugh as he playfully nudged the other with his shoulder. He missed the other more than he would ever admit, and perhaps more than he should. But he couldn’t help the way he felt when he was around the other, like everything was right in the world. 

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XANDER:

he raises a brow in amusement as he gazes at the other, particularly admiring how reddish he was. “ excited to see me, are we? ” he teases, moving towards the younger male and taking a seat.

he smiles – a boyish grin, before folding his arms on the table and resting his head. he looks up at the beauxbaton, a beautiful child if he was being honest. “ i came to see you of course – luck must be on my side seeing as you’re where i thought you were, ” he states. 

“ – and what are you doing all by yourself if i may ask? ”

Remington could practically feel his face turning a shade of bright red as Alexander drew attention towards his obvious excitement. However it quickly faded as he realized there was nothing to be afraid of. He adored Alexander, and he was very excited to spend time with him. The young boy had never experienced someone taking an interest in him, the way that Alexander did, most people looked at him as a younger sibling, but the Durmstrang student didn’t- and Remington liked it. He found the other male to be fascinating, and he often wished that they could spend more time together.

“You came all of this way, just for me?” he asked, his eyes widening as he lifted his slightly to look at the other male. He had never had someone go to such lengths just to see him! He wondered if he aught to return the gesture, with one of his own. But he found himself hung up on what he could do. Was a gift too far? Flowers, perhaps?

His mind quickly shifted as he heard Alexander’s question, his eyebrows furrowing together as he looked at him. He was confused as to why the other needed to ask about him being alone, but since he had nothing to hide he offered up a small shrug. “I just wanted to do some reading,” he explained, his mood lightening as he slowly moved towards the other, stopping when their thighs pressed together. A small smile returned to Remington’s face as he rested his chin on Alexander’s shoulder. 

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AXEL:

    Whenever another kidnapping happened Axel knew old memories would surface for many, as if it was a fresh wound happening instead of an old one re-opening. Emotions in the air felt tangible for the Seer, as if it infected the air around him—almost palpable. Personally for him he knew situations like this could trigger things he rather not see, much like how the task honed his mind into nothing else. Not wanting that to happen again, he as like many others, scattered like ants to their places of solace. Places where they could be alone, away from prying eyes, anything and anywhere seemed safe. For him that was the forest’s edge, the scent of went pine along with wondering if anything was staring back at him as he stared into the darkness of the treeline. 

     He was makign his way there until he noticed Remy along the one of the courtyard’s ledges. He could see him crying as he approached, a soft smile lifting on his lips, “Mon petit Monet.” he said sweetly, his little pet name for the boy. “Just breath okay.” he continued in french. With that he leaned up against the wall so he head laid against the edge of which Remy was sitting on; staring up at him. 

Remington lifted his head at the sound of the familiar voice, a weak smile appearing across his face as his eyes landed on Axel. While he wasn’t thrilled by the company, he was glad it was his friend and not a stranger. Just the thought of crying in front of a stranger sent chills down his spine, yet this wasn’t much better- he didn’t like showing his weakness, his vulnerabilities. But at this point it was too late, Axel was already approaching him and he found himself letting out a sigh as his gaze fell to the ground beneath him. 

“I can’t,” he responded in his native tongue, as he found himself trying to hold back a sob, ultimately failing. “I thought it was over,” he spoke slowly, as he tried his hardest not to cry. “How could I have been so stupid?” he cried out, as he found himself starting to sob once more. 

He had been an idiot to believe that the disappearances had ended, and he was finally starting to see that. The break had probably meant something, perhaps it had to do with the fact that they had taken two captives the last time, or they had meant to fade away, allowing everyone to let their guards down. Either way, it was starting to become clear that things were far from being over. 

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FELIX:

Felix had long grown weary from hearing about the monthly disappearances. He’d been on edge every month since Estelle had vanished, tensing up on the 20th for those first few months right after. But it’d been so long, his emotions had dimmed down to a blissful numbness now. Hearing that another student was gone hardly stirred a reaction in him besides exhaustion. The professors all said the same thing month after month, about how they were working hard to locate them inspired no confidence in him. He guessed they were just as clueless as ever.

He’d needed to get out of the hall and away from the chatter and frightened faces, so he’d taken a step outside, intent on taking a walk around the lake to clear his mind, but he’d stopped when he’d heard the sound of sobbing. He turned, his heart dropping when he spotted Remy perched on a ledge, crying. He turned and went back up and over to the boy, biting his lip when he turned to look at him. “Hey Remy,” he said, quietly. The younger boy practically felt like another sibling to him, and he hated seeing him this upset. “Is this about…you know…the disappearances?” He murmured, going over to sit next to him on the ledge.

Remington was a mess, anyone who walked past the boy would be able to see that. He had worked himself into a state of near hysteria, his finger nails digging into the palms of his hands as he continued to cry. They had gone a month without any disappearances, and now- a new student was missing, and another was dead and it seemed that they were no where closer to figuring it out, to finding them. What if he was next? Or if one of his friends was taken? He couldn’t fathom the concept of another one of his friends going missing, of anyone going missing. 

The young boy choked back a sob, as he gingerly reached up to wipe away his tears with the sleeve of his robes, his arm limply falling to his side once he realized how pointless it was. He wasn’t going to stop crying anytime soon, perhaps he’d never stop crying- at this rate, that seemed like a highly likely option. 

Letting out a small sigh, he slowly lifted his head to see who had approached him, his heart sinking as he saw Felix’s face. He felt selfish, making such a big deal of the disappearances, when his friend was missing his sister- sure the Vaillincourt’s were the closest thing he had to real siblings, but that didn’t mean he was in the same position as Felix. Yet he found himself nodding in response to his friend’s question as he slowly found himself moving towards his friend. 

“I thought that they had stopped, or something,” he began to speak, his gaze falling towards the ground, “There was a month of nothing, and then he was just gone,” he continued, it occurred to him that his friend would know this but he just couldn’t stop. “What’s next? Or who? It isn’t safe, no one’s safe,” he mumbled as he bit down on his lip. 

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DOMINIQUE:

Luckily, the cold had never bothered her too much, which was why Dominique found herself wandering about outside. Even if her family would have a heart attack if they knew. The fresh air helped to clear her mind and she needed a lot of that right now. Deep down, she felt like they all knew this bit with the kidnapping and the like wasn’t over, but she wished it was. Just like every day she wished Lily would return.

“I am sorry,” she told him softly feeling like she had just happened upon a private moment. “It’s okay to cry though.” She tried to give him a soft, but reassuring smile. “Are you upset at the news? Because I can kind of relate…” Dominique figured if her wanted her to bugger off, he’d tell her.

Remington bit down on his lip, as he slowly wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his robes, trying his best to avoid making eye contact with the girl. He knew he wouldn’t be able to contain his emotions much longer, but he tried his best. The idea of breaking down, crying in front of a stranger was terrifying to him. As he listened to the blonde speak, he found himself nodding his head. “It-it’s awful,” he spoke quietly, as he pulled his legs towards his chest. 

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XANDER:

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DISTRACTION – he needed one because his mind was filled with thoughts he didn’t want to address. maybe visiting brynn at the hospital wing wasn’t a good idea considering how it went. he sighs repeatedly as he walks down the corridors, feet taking him to one place where he knows his mind would quieten – to one place he knew he might find HIM.

the endless rows of books already manages to give him a bit of peace, but he needed more so deeper into the library he went. he stops as he comes to a hidden nook, smirking as he sees it’s already been occupied.

“ i thought i’d find you here. ”

After his breakdown in the courtyard, Remington had been keeping a low profile, spending a majority of his time in his dormitory. But after what felt like ages of just doing nothing, he decided it was time to climb out of his hole and hope to avoid any awkward conversations. Naturally his feet had led him to the library, where he was able to hide himself among the stacks of books. 

The young boy was flipping through a battered copy of Quidditch Through the Ages, when he heard someone approach him, caught off guard he quickly closed the book as he looked to see who had found him. A smile quickly spreading across his face as he recognized Alexander. “Xander!” he couldn’t help but cry out, his cheeks turning a bright red as he realized the unintentional scene he’d most likely created. It just felt nice to see a familiar face that didn’t belong to a fellow Beauxbatons student.

“What are you doing here?” he asked quietly, bitting down on his lip as he quickly moved over, making room for the older male to join him. 

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LYANNA:

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..”

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. 

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After hearing the news of the latest kidnapping, Remington needed to get out of the Great Hall and clear his head. They had gone an entire month without hearing anything from the Praesumptor, and like a fool he had started to think that perhaps the threat had died down, or gone away. Of course it hadn’t just stopped, how could he have been so foolish? .It had been an entire month without any activity, Estelle, the other’s were still missing, and now there was a new student missing. And no one knew if any of them would be coming back, which made it worse.

He held himself back, he wouldn’t cry- not until he was alone. He wasn’t ashamed of his emotions, he just didn’t want to deal with anyone. When Remington reached the courtyard, he climbed onto a ledge, the tears beginning to stream down his face as he pulled his legs to his chest. His body shook from the violent sobs, but hearing a footstep behind him he attempted to calm down as he slowly lifted his head to look at the person. “I-i didn’t see you there.”

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“In my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep”

meet remington xavier theroux, 

SCHOOL beauxbatons

HOUSE montaigne

YEAR fifth

AGE fifteen/sixteen idk 

STRONGEST MAGICAL ABILITY divination

BLOOD mudblood (actually half-blood)

GENDER cismale

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION panromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION pansexual

NATIONALITY french

PARENTS archard & madeleine theroux 

SIBLINGS sebastian theroux (adopted brother)

remington was born to a young pureblood by the name of annalise laurent and a muggleborn by the name of henry grant. they were young and in love, but her parents didn’t approve of their daughter’s relationship with a muggle, so they hid until after their son was born when they placed him up for adoption.

he was adopted by a lovely muggle couple named archard and madeleine theroux who had trouble conceiving a child of their own and decided to adopt rather than go without. 

the theroux family was a well to-do family, living in the middle of paris. as a child remington was adored by his parents and showered with gifts, anything he asked for he received. and as he grew older he came to appreciate everything his parents ever gave him.

he is aware that he’s adopted, but he’s never really considered finding his birth parents after all they gave him up for adoption for a reason. but lately he’s been rethinking this, and he’s considering asking his parents for more information about them. 

unlike some people, remy has never really been interested in quidditch or other wizarding activities. his true love lies in art, he loves to draw and paint. and it’s not uncommon to find him doodling out of boredom or even covered in paint.

he’s a dreamer, his head’s often in the clouds. and it’s no wonder that he loves divination, the whole subject just fascinates the boy. 

in his first year remington spent hours reading every book he could find in order to gain a better understanding of the wizarding world. this has provided him with a rather acute understanding of the wizarding world. though he still finds a lot of it to be shocking. 

his entire life everything has described the young boy as being “different”, almost like he had this aura of power around him. of course this was all explained when he received his acceptance letter. 

despite being in his fifth year, remington still has difficulty accepting that he, out of all people is a wizard. he had always been just plan old remy, and then suddenly he had these abilities.

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