When: 19/03/1980 Where: Somewhere Who: Elizabeth Dayak & Adrian Vallancourt @adrianvallancourt
“Oi, pretty boy, you dropped this.”
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When: 19/03/1980 Where: Somewhere Who: Elizabeth Dayak & Adrian Vallancourt @adrianvallancourt
“Oi, pretty boy, you dropped this.”
WHEN: Tuesday, 1 September, 1979; mid-morning WHERE: First Floor, Hogwarts WHO: Vivian Travers & Adrian Vallancourt ( @adrianvallancourt )
On the first day of classes, Vivian waltzed into Hogwarts believing her very presence drew stares from various classmates, both familiar faces and strangers. Of course, logic knew the death of her late husband likely attributed to the wandering glances, but more so than that, carrying a secret left the witch feeling on defense at every moment. No second passed without drawing attention to it.
Needless to say, when she lingered around the first floor corridor, pulling out her new habit of cigarettes from her purse, Vivian believed eyes to burn straight through her skin. She did not turn around to look, though; instead, she brought the cigarette to her lips and ignited the tip.
@adrian-knight
Lucy was unusually LATE for business class. She tried to calm down by telling herself she was a senior and she’d barely skipped classes before but in the end it wasn’t the teacher’s scolding that rained on her parade. Her usual seatmate had called her friend over or something and the only empty seat was the one next to no other but fucking Adrian. The blonde GRUMBLED as the teacher told her to sit down wondering if it wasn’t too late to start skipping classes, after all. Lucielle took a seat, her hesitance probably comical. She was on the literal edge of her seat, the gap between her an the VERMIN wide for her comfort. Still, she tried to not show just how uncomfortable with his mere presence she was. The girl was pretty sure she saw Adrian move with the corner of her eye and she held her hand up, not bothering to actually look at him. “Don’t talk to me! I crave death enough as it is.”
ADRIAN VALENTIN ROSARIO
should she had to waltz in the hotel dumort without asking for permission or announcing herself? yes, most likely, did the mermaid princessed cared all that much about that, though? absolutely not. once inside, she was glad she managed to spot her target (as if it was a mission, well it was in a way) right away, walking up to him while ignoring whatever things the vampires around were telling her. stopping in front of the vampire, natalia looked up to him. “you are adrian, right?” @adriianvl
WHEN: Saturday, 6 June 1979; evening WHERE: Aynhoe Park, Banbury WHO: Vivian Travers & Adrian Vallancourt ( @adrianvallancourt )
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
WHEN: Saturday, 14 March, 1979; mid-morning WHERE: No. 1 Low Street, Hogsmeade WHO: Vivian Travers & Adrian Vallancourt ( @adrianvallancourt )
Vivian’s fingers curled and gently knocked against the door at No. 1 Low Street. She turned away from the entrance momentarily, letting her eyes drift upon some hungover wizards roaming about the sidewalk. Despite her many outings with both inhabitors, Vivian had yet to walk through the threshold and immerse herself in this setting—primarily because she only maintained an interest in Adrian and Hattie being apart of her world view, not the other way around.
WHEN: Sunday, 8 December 1978; after 11 o’clock pm WHERE: Ravenclaw Common Room, Hogwarts WHO: Vivian Travers & Adrian Vallancourt
Vivian watched with satisfaction as the victorious cheers of her fellow Ravenclaws eventually turned to gossipy chatter, knowing that her words took root in Asher. Fate curled its wispy fingers around the wizard, and her predictions proved true. Clearly, he handled the Caroline Brown situation. Now all that remained was the spare, and for the witch to sneak off into dark, lonely corners and use her charmed jewellery to send a message off to Marceaux.
Of course, her prefect duties pulled Vivian into the public view as countless students inquired for more information. She played her part as the unknowing, innocent lamb, repeating over and over again that they must not leave the common room. At her first free moment, she slipped away and nearly made her escape elsewhere in the Ravenclaw dormitory before Vivian felt a keen sense that someone’s gaze bore into her. Turning around, her eyes met Adrian Vallancourt once more.