Rupert Princeton

February 07, 2014 1:50 AM
The match had been a sweeping victory for Pecari and Rup was more than proud to be a part of this house. It was fantastic when any Quidditch match was won, but this win felt particularly sweet because the forces of nature had been so hard on them. And still they had come out on top. When Jade had flown off, Rup had been excited and he flew after her immediately. He had seen her catch that Snitch and embark on her victory laps and Rupert had whooped loudly with no shame. His robes were so wet they added extra weight to his broom and felt like a second skin that would take a bit of time to peel off, but he didn’t care. He had prepared a little something earlier in the week in the common room with no knowledge of what the outcome of the match was going to be. If they had won, it was going to be a victory party. If they had lost, it would have been a goodbye party for Amira. He wasn't sure if it was his place to host such a party, but he couldn't care less about what others thought. He wanted to celebrate and he would.

The romance of the whole game was remarkable. The last match of the year won in the rain, battling against the favoured house to win, beating the odds, a fierce fight to the very end. When he was a seventh year, Rup wanted to end his legacy that way as well. Amira’s departure was going to be sad and he was sorry for it, but she had better things coming outside of Sonora walls, he was sure.

As soon as he entered the common room with the rest of his team-mates, Rup shouted, still feeling the high from winning, "Three cheers for Pecari and a brilliant Quidditch season!" Once the cheering was through, Rup added, "Victory party down here in ten minutes!"

All Pecaris regardless of their interest in Quidditch were welcome to the commemorative bash. Rup charmed the banners that had previously been lying hidden in the corners of the room and hung them up with a bit of magic. They had been blank, but now read in bold brown and gold, “VICTORY FOR PECARI” and “BOARS ARE WINNERS”. In addition to those banners the decorations were sparse, Rup having been previously unaware of the outcome of the match. There was a table of refreshments that he had asked the prairie elves to set up during the match and he unveiled it now. Underneath the white sheet were warm Quaffle-shaped cinnamon rolls, a chocolate cake, frosted cupcakes and a diverse range of hot beverages. All of it looked lovely and Rup knew he’d have to thank the prairie elves before he left to go back home for the summer.

Rup turned on the wireless to a channel with music one could dance to and went to change out of his soaking robes. A quick drying charm was used on his wet clothing once he had undressed and he towelled off. He dressed in his favourite dark orange jeans, a casual blue button-up and laced up his leather ankle-high boots and went back down to the common room where he retrieved a glass of hot chocolate to warm his chilled innards. Once people had changed and started to mingle, Rupert stood up on a chair and raised his mug. “Attention everyone. I'd like to propose a toast to our Seeker, Jade Owen, who caught the Snitch today, and to our captain Amira Thornton who’s worked with us all year to victory. Thanks to you both we've won the Quidditch Cup this year. Here's to a fantastic team and more victories in the future!” He took a long drink of the hot chocolate and felt the warmth spread from his stomach to the rest of his body.

Rupert stepped down from his crying box and went to join in the mingling, having half a mind to begin a celebratory dance in the euphoric state he was currently in. He let himself have a little hop as he walked before stopping to engage in a conversation.
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Liliana Bannister

February 18, 2014 1:23 AM
After the match, Liliana rushed back to her dorm, her body shaking with joy. They had won the match and, consequently, the Cup. What fantastic news to write home to her parents and cousins about. A hot shower was in order, and a fresh change of clothes. From what Rupert had yelled in the common room once the team had barged in, she had about ten minutes to shower and change and head down to the victory party. Liliana prided herself on being timely and so left her Quidditch robes in a puddle in the middle of the floor before huddling by the radiator and changing into the marigold romper she had worn on her first day of Flying Lessons. To warm up her outfit a bit, she donned a cream colored sweater and put her feet into her cozy slippers. Her arm was still a little bit sore from the saving the Quaffle but she didn't care, there would be time for that to heal later. As of now all she could think about was getting her hands on a cup of pipping hot tea. Before heading down though, she towel-dried her long hair before braiding it and coiling it up on the top of her head fastened with a marigold ribbon to keep the wetness from dripping down her back.

After a quick check in the mirror to ensure she did indeed look alright, Liliana skipped down to the common room, the adrenaline from winning still coursing through her body. She made it in time to catch Rupert's speech and she cheered loudly with the rest of the party-goers before grabbing a toasty cinnamon roll and gorging herself. Until she had seen the treats she had not realized how hungry she really was. The tea could wait, and Liliana happily leaned against the wall taking in the happy faces before her. She had started Sonora not wanting to be there at all and now she was a part of the winning team. It felt good and it felt like she finally had a place at last. She scanned the common room, spotting Atlas and rolled her eyes. The other first year still thought they were friends and she was doing her best to keep that image up. It wasn't his fault in particular that he was a rude little git, just as it wasn't her fault that he had offered her a favor. Sometimes, Liliana wished that they really were friends. It would have been nice to have someone to hang out with and whisper secrets to. As it was, all she had were the owls sent back and forth between her and family and Noey. Tanya, it seemed, had forgotten her, writing only briefly and even then with such short letters. Always apologizing for neglecting her, always rushing to go see new friends, and always shorter than the last.

Liliana supposed her difficulty in making new friends stemmed from not having a roommate. If there had been another little girl to talk to perhaps things at Sonora would have been different. Perhaps she would have had a best friend then. The girls in her year were scarce- only four of them. Looking back on it now, she should have been nicer to Morgana Bennet, the half-blood in her Flying Class. She had obviously been trying to make friends. Liliana sighed dejectedly into her cinnamon roll but made sure to keep her face bright and interested. It wouldn't do for others to see her upset like that. Now that she had a place at Sonora, perhaps making friends would come easier to her. Liliana wasn't exactly sure as she'd never had to worry about that whilst in England where she had her cousins and then the girls from etiquette lessons. Pushing these thoughts behind her, Liliana made her way to the drinks table in hopes of acquiring a nice hot cup of chai tea and if not that then perhaps something with lemon in it.
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Atlas Primred, Pecari

February 18, 2014 1:56 AM
Despite the fact that Atlas could only watch the game and cheer his team on, he had never felt more in it than he did today. Atlas had made sure to cheer as loud as he could during the game, unfortunately due to the rain; it was a little harder than usual for Atlas to be loud. Despite all the games excitement Atlas couldn’t help but worry about Liliana. Even though it was a good save, he had felt his stomach fill with knots when he saw the quaffle hit her. She was probably tougher than his little sister Katie; yet his brotherly instincts couldn’t help but sympathize.

Back at the Common room, Atlas cheered enthusiastically. Aladran had been a tough opponent and the entire team deserved to boast a little, even if it meant living up to the Pecari stereotype. Atlas scurried through his belongings, after using a couple drying charms on his clothes. The last time he had tried it he put a little too much power behind it and ended up burning a hole right into his shirt; so he was a little more cautious this time. After toweling off his hair, (he wouldn’t dare try a drying charm on his head) he dressed in a brown and gold striped waffle-knit shirt, his dark jeans and his white and black high-top sneakers. He didn’t bother tying his laces, choosing instead to tuck them quickly into his shoes; the smell of cinnamon was already too enticing to delay any longer.

Arriving back in the common room everyone seemed ready to relax and celebrate their victory. The music that filled the air was complimented by the smell of sweets and warm drinks. Atlas followed his nose to the food table, eyeing the delicious food that lay before him. “Which one of you shall be mine?” he thought glancing over the cinnamon rolls. By the time Rupert proposed a toast to Jade and Amira, Altas had already eaten several cinnamon rolls. He hastily reached over to garb a drink so he could participate in the toast. He took a large swig of the steaming beverage, not realizing how hot it truly was, and he regretted the decision as fast as he had made it. He looked around at everyone socializing while he blew on his apple cider. Even Jade seemed exceptionally happy today. Atlas couldn’t help but smile into his cup as he watched how giddy the team was. He looked over and saw Liliana coming his way in her orange jumper that he had seen her wear a couple times before.

“Hey Liliana,” Atlas said giving her an enthusiastic expression. “You played great! Oh by the way, how is your shoulder? I couldn’t see exactly what happened but it looks like you got hit pretty hard. Are you hurt?” He asked concerned while warming his hands on his cup.
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Liliana Bannister

February 22, 2014 4:29 PM
Liliana was just in the process of selecting a nice cup of tea when she heard Atlas' chipper voice asking how she was. How she hadn't noticed he was by the drinks table she did not know, but all of a sudden she wasn't thirsty anymore. However, the chai looked very inviting and now that Atlas had noticed her there was no backing out. She carefully blew on the steaming cup, not wanting to burn either her tongue or the roof of her mouth as she knew both would result in not being able to taste anything for the next few days. A situation she dearly hated. A situation much like the one she was in right now.

"Hey, Atlas," she said brightly. It wasn't time yet for him to know that she didn't like him. "Yes, I'm fine. Did you have fun at the game? We won, isn't that incredible!" The excitement in her voice she didn't have to hide- she was proud of winning! Perhaps now she could get validation from her grandmother for playing Quidditch!

She tried her best to skate over his question of worry for her. She wasn't fragile and she didn't need any boy thinking he had to take care of her. She stared suspiciously at his drink, it smelled rather fruity, like rotting apples. She had never been a fan of hot apple cider, the smell always made her feel ill though she could manage drinking it when it was cold. Liliana slightly wrinkled up her nose before sipping at her tea which had cooled down enough to the point where she could drink it.

"What did you think of the cinnamon rolls?" she asked Atlas politely, not really sure how to continue this conversation. She herself had liked them alright, they were nothing compared to her grandmother's house elves but that was to be expected. She had grown to dote on the weird looking creatures who created such pleasing pastry perfection. "Of course, they're nothing like what I can get at my grandmother's house but I rather enjoyed them despite that."

As he answered, she studied her new found frenemy. He wasn't much taller than herself (as of yet, she knew that boys tended to shoot up as they got older), had long (for a boy) black hair, and a rather feminine face (in her opinion). Was this to be her companion for her next six years at Sonora? She shuddered at the thought. At least he was dressed decently- he was sporting his house colors and they complemented him nicely. She'd have to smack herself later for that one.

OCC: Physical description of Atlas taken from his yearbook photo and also asking the author what she imagined him to look like.
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Atlas Primred, Pecari

February 27, 2014 3:54 AM
"Yea it was a ton of fun, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time," He said taking a moment to blow on his apple cider to hide the slight disappointment in his face. He wasn't sure if he should really call it a "win" for himself. After all, he was just an alternate, but he still practiced hard and as often as any other person on the team. He took another large mouthful of his apple cider in an effort to snap himself out of his trance. He hated thinking that way, but there where just times he couldn't help it. Unfortunately around Liliana was one of those moments. After a few enormous gulps, Atlas had finally managed to curb his discontent. Although in doing so he had finished off his cup. As he turned to get another, Liliana asked a question about the cinnamon rolls that piqued his interest.

He thought for a moment on how to answer, he furrowed his brow slightly, “They had a good flavor I guess.” He paused for a moment looking down at his empty cup, “but I don't think they used enough butter, and a little orange peel would've given it an extra boost of flavor. I’m not really one to ask though, I prefer spicy savory food.” The only sweets he liked where homemade by either his mother or, on occasion when she was feeling especially ambitious, Katie. Even though there probably wasn’t that much difference between them and the ones the prairie elves made, he still preferred theirs due to the feeling he got when he ate food that was made with love. Anything made with magic or machines in Atlas' book was considered cheating however he would never voice such thoughts to Liliana, lest he offend her again or get mistaken as a magic hater like Ariel Thornton.

“My sister really loves sweets though, so I have made them for her a few times. But I guess they’re just not my cup of tea,” He said giving her a wily smile. “Speaking of which,” he said gesturing to her cup, “do you want me to pour you some more?”

OOC: To Ariel Thornton’s author, I hope its ok that I mentioned her in my post. If not, let me know.
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