Mortimer Brockert

December 09, 2016 2:43 AM
While Mortimer did not express emotions such as joy, pleasure, excitement or really emotions period, part of him was glad to be back at Sonora. He did sort of like his job-or rather the power that went with it. Okay, he was a Brockert and that meant inherent power anyway, but his power as Headmaster of Sonora was different of that of anyone else. He even had power over other Brockerts that weren't his own offspring. Even ones who were the offspring of the offspring of his older brother. Even ones who were descended from Clifford himself.

The other thing he liked was getting away from the mundane inanity of social gatherings. If Mortimer had to endure one more conversation about the weather or Quidditch, he was going to hex the crap out of someone. Literally. The Denver Wolves were making a run for the Cup and that was the team his family part owned with the Spauldings so it was a constant topic of conversation even though he cared about Quidditch possibly less than he cared about flobberworm mucus. He couldn't imagine how annoying it had to be for poor little Kira Spaulding-whose name he only remembered because of her extreme levels of magical talent-who had to hear it on both sides. Mortimer couldn't have done it without bourbon.

Of course, the Returning Feast had always seemed rather pointless to him itself. Yes, they were coming back and yes, they had to eat but there was nothing...special happening. At the Opening Feast, it was a pain in the ass but there were first years to be Sorted and the badges to be given out. The Returning Feast just was like....rubbing it in students faces that they had to be back at school. Something that only Aladrens and people with crappy home lives probably were happy about.

Still Mortimer stood up, and said "Welcome back to Sonora and the Returning Feast. I hope you all had a good midterm." He sat and began to eat his steak. That was it. No more to say.
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Kelsey Atwater

December 12, 2016 5:41 AM
Midterm had been absolutely lovely for Kelsey, all that she'd hoped for. Or rather completely expected. One ball after another. Suitor after suitor. Truth be told they were kind of a blur of pureblood males, vying for her attentions. Of course, she wasn't the only girl in that position, not even among her own relatives. Savannah was more or less spoken for despite it still being unofficial, but Scarlett and Kira were out there too.

Not that Kelsey considered either of them true competition. First of all, there were still plenty of eligible young men available, and she couldn't marry all of them. Only one. That was how it was supposed to be. Marriage was for two people only. Oh Kelsey knew all about that dreadfully savage practice held by Muggles called polygamy! She knew that they didn't all do it, but plenty of them did. It was just plain wrong and showed just how immoral Muggles could be. No self respecting pureblood woman would ever allow another woman to share her husband.

People outside their society, Muggleborns and halfbloods especially, didn't seem to understand the way things worked. They thought it was awful, that pureblood women were like commodities being traded like livestock. That was not the case at all. It was them who had no security in their lives. Muggle men threw women away all the time, divorcing them when a younger model came along. Most pureblood men-there were exceptions, such as her former uncle Jeffrey O'Malley who had divorced her aunt and married Aunt Lilac's sister-stayed with their wives. And in Mr. O'Malley's-she referred to him as Mr. O'Malley rather than Uncle Jeffrey based on the fact that he was no longer her uncle, even though he was her cousin's father and she was rather young when the scandal happened so it was easy to make the switch in her mind-case, it hadn't been quite the same thing, given Aunt Pearl was a terrible person who treated Ryan dreadfully. It wasn't as if he'd been having an affair with his new wife and divorced Aunt Pearl for her, whether or not that was what people thought.

Oh, sure, sometimes pureblood men made mistakes too. Were seduced by loose women like Emmy Lou Scott's mother. Because they would do things like that that they got nothing from in the end gratifying their more base instincts. Women like Kelsey were made of better stuff. They weren't as disposable.

Of course, keeping men away from those sorts of women were why women had to be of a certain caliber. If they were lacking, men would find ways to satisfy those desires that were not being met. However, those women were only good for one thing, and men would always come back to those like herself.

Anyway, she was sure she was a better catch than Scarlett or Kira. Scarlett was a Pecari, that meant there was something more...wild about her. The qualities of that house were not desirable ones for a lady to have. Scarlett might have been a woman of good breeding too, though Aunt Melinda's line was not as good as that of Kelsey's father but there was obviously something in her character that got her placed there. It made the Crotalus shudder to think her own little sister contained the same slight defect of character as her cousin. There was a reason Atwaters didn't go in that house.

Kelsey blamed Scarlett, she really did. Somehow she-and Fabian-had led Natalie astray. Fabian probably more so since he'd always done his best to annoy her at every turn. All she wanted was for her little sister to be the ideal lady that she herself was. Why was that so much to ask?

The fifth year had made a vow to herself when it happened, her younger sister's Sorting. She would never ever allow her own children to spend too much time around any Pecari relatives in their early years. Not allow those influences to pollute her children. Her daughters would be perfect little ladies like herself. She would see to it. Dedicate her life to it.

As for Kira, well, Kelsey supposed that she was better than Scarlett was since she was more of a lady as suggested by her Sorting, but she was much too soft, weak. Desperate to impress. And she was not nearly as comfortable in social situations as she should be. Suitors would certainly flock to Kelsey over either of them and she was sure she could had have pick.

Once Headmaster Brockert finished speaking, Kelsey reached for some turkey and salad. Once she had served herself-small portions of course, it would never do for a proper woman to let herself go especially as she was of betrothing age, not to mention that it was unattractive in itself for a lady to indulge her base desires-she turned to her closest dining companion, a member of proper society as Kelsey always took good care to surround herself with nothing else as that above all was important, and asked "Did you have an enjoyable midterm?"
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Alistair Johnson

December 13, 2016 7:36 PM
Alistair was very fortunate that he lived some thousand miles away from Kimmy and that her family wasn’t quite as fine as his, and certainly nowhere near the same level of political and social importance, so he didn’t have to be too concerned about bumping into her at every event he attended over the break. His younger self might have actually patted himself of the back for his recent personal scores but truthfully he just felt like a jerk.

At least he hadn’t pulled a Darius and what he’d had with Kimmy had been far more responsible and respectable, but even so it was different because she was just a Colqueran, not a Curtis. But he needed to move on from that now because Kimmy was going to find a wonderful man to marry and it wouldn’t matter what they’d done as mere teenagers.

It had been the sensible thing to end it, since Alistair knew his heart wasn’t with a girl from Tennessee but with a girl at Sonora. Just who that girl may be was something to think about another time. There were far important things to be concerning himself with right now than matters of the heart.

The first Crotalus game of the year was fast approaching and he needed to make sure his team were one hundred and ten percent ready for it. Getting the post-midterm match was definitely the bum deal. Whilst it meant he had a little longer to train his team, he also had a midterm break in between that. He didn’t doubt that his teammates lacked the same control and dedication to regime as he did and thus their physical activity would have reduced dramatically and their consumption of undesirable foods increased whilst they were away.

At least they were playing Teppenpaw this time, which would be strange considering how some of those players had been his just a few years back. Looking at the team line-ups, the Crotalus captain was feeling quite confident. His team had a secret weapon, and it was going to get them the win they deserved.

Alistair did not live his life with a smile upon his face, although he was rather prone to layering on the charm when communicating with the fairer sex. Thus he offered Kelsey a small polite smile of recognition when he saw that he had sat himself near her at the Crotalus table, before turning his attention to the headmaster for a brief welcome back. He wasn’t awfully fond of any of Sonora’s members of staff at the moment, but he knew better than to be disrespectful of them. Those in authoritative positions ought to be treated as such, and that included titles such as Quidditch Captain.

“My midterm was most enjoyable, thank you for asking,” Alistair said. That was largely true, if he ignored the fact that his brother Jeremy was being a total fool. That was not something he wanted to talk about or even acknowledge and was most certainly not for Kelsey Atwater’s ears. The Crotalus decided to share a more pleasant piece of information with his friend. “My brother Zach and his wife are expecting their first child very soon, so it's an exciting time for the family.”

Alistair was looking forward to having another niece or nephew. His only current niece Penelope Miriam (his oldest brother Joshua’s daughter) was coming up to her third birthday and he wished he could see a lot more of her. Becoming an uncle had to be one of the best things that had ever happened to him.

Not only was he looking forward to the new addition to the family, but he was also proud of his older brother. Zachary would laugh at him if he ever said so, but that didn’t matter because Alistair wouldn’t. Out of his three older brothers, Ali had always seen Zach as the biggest worry for the family, if there were to be one. He was the middle child of the trio and had gone through his fair share of girlfriends. It was nice to see him finally settling down with Erica, a fine young lady who had just been misfortunate with a previous incompatible marriage, through no fault of her own.

It was funny that Zach was the one to be having his first child with a woman he was actually married to, and Jerry be the one potentially on the verge of screwing his life up. But they were all adults with lives of their own and Alistair didn’t see them enough to really stay in the loop. He just had to hope that they’d always do what was best for the family when push came to shove, because the Johnson family name was one to be upheld. His family had always taken pride in their position and all that they’d achieved so there was no way that anyone was going to take that away from them - it didn’t even bear thinking about.

“And how was your break?” Alistair returned the question as he picked up a pitcher. “Juice?” he offered quickly before he could be at risk of interrupting Kelsey’s reply.
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Olivier Westley

January 08, 2017 8:38 PM
Olivier had always found the miniature habits of his schoolmates to imitate their ‘proper’ elders to be both endlessly tiresome and amusing. He had never understood any of it and found the whole thing to be rather hypocritical. Why they liked to sit around and pretend they were high society and decent people when in reality each was likely willing to stab the other in the back just to get ahead, Olivier would never know but he supposed he fell into that category of hypocritical people since he was the sort to keep his eye rolling to himself and smile stupidly at insipid comments and tell people how nice they looked.

He was rather surprised, really, that his generally decent outer character didn’t have a particular friend yet at Sonora but then again he guessed it did make sense. His outer character was not who he truly was. He did not want a particular friend, he wanted to be left alone for the most part, to do whatever he pleased and show up to for classes to learn. He didn’t want to have to be friendly with people and only did so because it made getting through the day more bearable when people weren’t staring at him oddly for being That One Weird Kid Who Growled.

And now they were back at Sonora, back to having to talk with people he didn’t like and pretend as though every last one of his schoolmates didn’t want to make him run away and never interact with society ever again. After all, there were some good perks to being at school. He didn’t have to walk by her house and he didn’t have to look at pages she had written on. There was also Diana Carey who was really intriguing to him.

However, there were also people like Kelsey Atwater and Alistair Johnson who he found incredibly irritating to interact with and the fact that they’d decided to have their little pureblood love fest next to him at the Returning Feast made him want to stick his head in a vat of boiling oil. The way they talked was just so…fake? Didn’t they realise that? No, probably not, this sort of entitled attitude came from generations of inbreeding and idiotic, selfish people teaching their children the world revolved around them.

He ladled himself a nice, warm bowl of stew, ignoring the more delicate items that were offered at the table. It was winter, it was cold, he would eat stew. Olivier came from a good family, his and Lena’s parents were well-standing in their community and had taught their children how to behave in public, but there was also a sense of pragmatism that Olivier had. Why did he need to waste resources when he could make the smallest imprint imaginable? After all, eating was not for pleasure, it was for survival. Most things were for survival and Olivier didn’t really see the point in anything that wasn’t.

Except music. See? He blamed the rest of them for being hypocritical but he was one of the worst offenders. At least you’ll admit it to yourself, he thought bitterly as he listened to Alistair Johnson declare his midterm to be “most enjoyable.” He had a new nephew? Olivier wanted to put his bowl down and leave the table. He no longer had an appetite—bringing children into this world which was already so full of problems? How plebeian.
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