Mortimer Brockert

February 24, 2023 4:09 PM
Midterm was every bit as dull as usual for Mortimer. He would never quite understand why he was required to attend parties. They were painfully boring and served no real purpose. Allegedly, they were meant to be celebrations. However, he was not quite sure what exactly was being celebrated, most of the time. Occasionally, it was something like a wedding or a birthday or at this time of the year, the Winter Solstice. Why, precisely, this last thing was important in this day and age was beyond him, although he supposed it being dark longer was a positive thing. Sunlight was overrated. However, Mortimer did not understand why this was something that required him to spend time with a bunch of people making small talk, which was a far worse torture than any medieval device that had been designed for such a purpose could hope to inflict.

The other thing about this particular time of year was that there was disturbing…wholesomeness about it all. Mortimer had never trusted wholesome things. Like there was something fake, a dark undercurrent about it-and the more wholesome something seemed, the darker said undercurrent was. If something seemed ideal the more likely it was to be a cover for severe dysfunction. If someone seemed too good to be true, then they probably were because nobody was really that…perfect. It had to be an act. Like the families on those sickening holiday wireless specials where the problems were minor at best, everyone got along and the parents had all the answers.Nobody was like that, and if someone seemed to be, they were pretending. Period. And probably covering up something awful. Like a “concerned” parent who was really overbearing and controlling.

Mortimer preferred for darkness and dysfunction to be upfront. It was far less insidious that way. He supposed, in this respect, he could even give Eustace credit for the lack of subtlety in his obnoxious behavior. While completely vile in every way, at least it was honest.

Anyway, between the inane small talk of parties and his son’s honest but still completely deplorable ways, Mortimer was glad to be back at Sonora, where he could at least ignore most of the most irritating aspects of the people around him. The students entered the Cascade Hall and he stood up, placing a Sonorus charm on himself. “Welcome back.” He stated. “I hope you have all had a nice break.” Still didn’t care. He sat back down and began to eat.
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Nausicaa Scapetello

February 26, 2023 1:33 PM
Nausicaa left the Aladren common room in order to make it to the feast on time. She absolutely refused to be late for anything. True, sometimes it could make a statement of power, forcing people to wait until you are good and ready, but in this situation the feast would begin with or without her. In such a case, tardiness just looked poorly.

Upon her arrival in the hall, she looked over the assembled masses with well-hidden disdain. She had been working this year so far on trying to assess the students and teachers and had so far come up without any favorable results. Everyone here was just to pathetic, they were to concerned with being 'nice' and 'friendly'. She guessed most of them wouldn't even be ashamed to be considered weak and pathetic, they'd see it as some nonsense like 'caring'. The ones that wouldn't, would most likely run off crying and then it would make her task even more difficult. Next year she would need to begin to put her plan into action, and she didn't have a solid one yet.

Nausicca strode her way to the Aladren table and took a seat. If she couldn't convince anyone of the futility of their ways, would she need to pretend to adopt them? That sounded horrible to her, and yet it might be her only option. She would need allies... well, minions. Dupes would work just as well so long as they did what she said. It would be nice to have someone of like mindedness at her right hand though, but she still hadn't found anyone to fill that role.

The Headmaster made his normal 'speech' and the food appeared. Nausicaa thought he was the most sensible person at the school. But he sure didn't seem to care about exerting his influence over how the place should be run. He was weak as well. If she wasn't so eager to get out of this place and never see it again, she would be tempted to investigate taking over the school as a proper Headmistress when she got older just to set the place right. But, she had much, much better things to do with her life. Maybe she could appoint an appropriate candidate someday.

Nausicca gracefully selected some of the finer looking foods from the selection before her and continued pondering her plans for this coming term. Thankfully it would be her last one as a 'beginner'. She would need to be a bit 'friendlier' with her schoolmates. Also there was the Bonfire at the end of the year. Last year's 'concert', which hadn't really been a concert at all, had at least some level of allowing one to retain a certain level of respectability and dignity.. if they so chose. Which some did not. As for dancing like primitives around a big fire and sleeping in tents outside, the bonfire did not seem to leave such options. There had been mention of single occupancy tents, which had been her original plan, but now she wondered if that would be the wisest option. Should she attempt to gather or join a group of girls that she could work with?
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Quincy Wright

March 04, 2023 10:19 PM
Quincy was pretty sure his parents had been counting on him being even less muggle-ish over the years, but it just hadn't happened. It was probably because so much else had happened though, honestly. It was easier not to think too much when there was a controller in his hand, or a keyboard under his fingers. At Sonora, thinking was inevitable, so he did his best to consume himself with puzzles and studies. He was good at it. He'd even developed a new hobby: astronomy. The stars were a passion saved for when the whirring lights of his games at home failed him, and for when he inevitably couldn't play anymore. The electronics at home were already failing faster than he could replace them, especially without a proper job nine months of the year. It was best for him to move on and video games were no lnger the thing he could move on with. Truth be told, the bonfire was mostly exciting because it would be an opportunity for sanctioned time on the grounds examining the stars. He intended to make the most of it, and the rest of this year, before graduation and the inevitable slog of adulthood.

"Could I have the potatoes?" he asked the student across from him. She looked like she was thinking pretty hard about stuff so he changed his mind and used these great new grown up arms he'd grown at some point mid-puberty and reached for the potatoes himself... and knocked a cup of juice all over the girl's plate. "Oh, sorry about that," he grimaced. "Would you like me to disappear it for you?"
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Nausicaa Scapetello

March 06, 2023 8:56 PM
Nausicaa pondered her plans and the obstacles before her without paying much attention to the rabble around her. As such, she was caught almost completely off guard when the person across from her at the table dumped an entire beverage on her plate and her keen eye spotted a few drops land on her robe as well. She hated the robes, but that was beside the point. It was the principle that mattered.

Her eyes blazed with fury as she looked at the boy. He was a seventh year, and she hadn't bothered to learn about the older students as they would not be useful to her before they were gone. This boy however, apparently had a death wish. If she was at home… unfortunately, she wasn't. Her father and his minions could not come to avenge her, and this boy had five and a half years of learning and practicing magic on her. Her mind raced to find an appropriate response, but the best she thought she could manage at this point was to return the beverage to him and his attire. That seemed petty and childish. She remembered Mother's talk and thought about how she could work this to her advantage other than petty vengeance.

"That will do for a start." Nausicaa replied without much forgiveness in her tone. Vanishing spells were not in her course work for quite a few years yet, but if he wanted to show her how it was done, she would take that knowledge from him. She nudged the plate a little bit closer to the boy, spilling a bit. "Oh, oops. I guess you had better get that as well." Her tone was again not very apologetic. "There are a few spots on my robe as well." Nausicaa indicated the barely visible places.
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Quincy Wright

March 14, 2023 12:13 AM
Quincy felt even worse for the girl he'd spilled on when she responded and seemed really stiff and awkward and then managed to spill even more on herself. He thought she must be one of those kids that was just a total mess. He understood; he'd been that way at varying times too. He just didn't think about that anymore. Never again.

He waved his wand and muttered the incantation to clean the girl up and nodded to her with a polite, flat smile.

"There ya go," he said, putting his wand away and rubbing his palms on his pants. "Do you want a drink back?" The pitchers were all far enough away that he thought she probably couldn't reach. "Or anything else?" There weren't a lot of things he was super proud of about himself anymore but he thought that probably reaching stuff further along the table was something he could offer.

He wasn't sure if he actually wanted to ask about her break since she seemed so awkward and miserable but he wasn't sure where else to take the conversation.

"You uh... you like the... uh. Do you like the... bread?" he finally asked, floundering as he tried to find something neutral to say.
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Nausicaa Scapetello

March 18, 2023 9:08 PM
Nausicaa stared at the boy, nearly dumbfounded. Had he completely missed the utter disdain that she had held for him? Had he not picked up on any of the cues she had plainly given him? Could anyone be that utterly oblivious? It didn't matter. He didn't matter. He would be gone soon and he had given her what she had wanted. His mutterings of the spell had not been loud, but she'd been ready for it and had listened intently while watching his wand motions. She would need to jot them down as soon as she could for future reference, but they would stay sealed up inside her mind for the time being.

The only reassuring thing about his behavior was that it at least was appropriately subservient. His offers were familiar enough sounding for her to react nearly automatically. "Yes, some more pumpkin would be acceptable." She gestured towards her now empty glass. Her plate seemed fine after he had removed the spilled beverage, but did she want anything more just to make him do a little extra work for her? Hmm.. could she get him to teach her any more magic ahead of schedule? She looked down the table for something just a bit out of what she thought his reach was and spotted a basket of rolls. "Yes," she then replied, "One of those rolls if you please."

Nausicaa really was starting to wonder if this boy had been misplaced in the house sorting years ago when he first came to the school. Did she like the bread? Really? "It is far inferior to what I am used to back home," She replied honestly. Proper Italian bread was so much better than this American 'bread'. "However poorly though, it does serve it's purpose."
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