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.
Subthreads:

Aladren

Teppenpaw

Crotalus

Pecari
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Donovan Peters

March 12, 2023 3:47 AM
It was bittersweet to be back at Sonora. While he was glad to be back where he could keep practicing magic, Donovan missed home. It had been a little weird to go back to Iowa for the break; Leo's family had invited them over for Christmas dinner for the first time ever, and his parents had foregone their traditional pizza-and-ice cream fare and trundled him down the road to the Lyons'.

You wouldn't know anything was special about the Lyons household by looking at it, but once you got inside, it was clear that there was something fishy. Most notably, in the living room, there was an entire wall, where one might have a TV, dedicated to glass baubles suspended in the air, each a different color, and each labeled with numbers that made no sense to Donovan. His dad had been the first to say, "hey, what's with all the baubles?", which had launched Mr. Lyons into a diatribe about temperature, and barometric pressure, and then Donovan stopped paying attention, so he never really found out what the baubles were for.

Other than that, they had decorated for the holiday like a hybrid of wizards and muggles, paper snowflakes taped up next to the garlands of shimmering gold strands, an enchanted weathervane on the top of the tree, spinning lazily like a truck stop diner sign.

That morning, Donovan had gotten a new broomstick from his anxious parents ("Is it a good one? Do you like it?") and was itching to try it out. So, as soon as it was acceptable, he and Leo had snuck out to the back field to run some Quidditch drills.

Donovan had largely gotten over the frog incident in Potions, but he still kind of wondered about whether or not he was out-maturing his friend. Being on the receiving end of such a prank was...not nice, and it sort of made him feel badly for participating in such things before. He'd never really gotten the chance to talk to Leo about it, and it had been so long, he didn't know how to bring it up now. He had ended up deciding to just move on, and take it as a lesson to keep a closer eye on Leo, and stop him from doing dumb things like that again.

The Feast was one of the best things about coming back, and it was even better that the headmaster wasn't a particularly wordy fella, so they could dig in almost straight away. Donovan had learned from the feast at the beginning of the year to pace himself, so he surveyed the options carefully before making his selections. Spying a favorite, he nudged his neighbor.

"Could you pass the tater tot casserole?"


OOC: Leo/the Lyons are also mine :)
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Misty Brockert

March 12, 2023 9:48 PM
She did it: she had made it through her very first semester of her magical education. Misty felt like she was integrating okay, although she wasn’t sure that she had formed any truly strong friendships yet. And her impression on her professors was probably not much either. Aside from her last name, she was so far not of particular note in class, except for a reminder here and there that she needed to pay more attention and turn her homework in on time. All stuff they probably never had to tell her sister, Gwendolyn, of course. But the girls were different, of course, and Mama said she was proud of them both, so everything was okay.

It was exciting to come back and feel a little more in the loop. For the most part, she knew which hallways led where, and how much time she needed to get from her dorm room in Pecari to the Great Hall, for example. It felt good to fit in, even if only a little.

Now immersed in her second Sonora feast, Misty scanned the options on the table before her, but she was interrupted by a neighbor asking for a dish. “Oh, sure,” she said, grabbing and handing down the tater tot casserole in question. She recognized the person as Donovan, the only other Pecari in her year. Misty thought he seemed nice, and he had really pretty eyes and soft-looking hair, so she hardly minded his company, to say the least.

“How was your break, Donovan?” she asked cheerfully. “So weird going home now, wasn’t it? Finally starting to get into the swing of things here, and it’s already time to go home again! Are you glad to be back?”
12 Misty Brockert Coma coma coma coma coma chameleon~ 1567 0 5

Donovan Peters

March 13, 2023 1:05 AM
Although it seemed like half the Pecari table was on the Quidditch team, Donovan had managed to sit next to none of them. Misty was nice enough, though, and in his year-group and his House, so it wouldn't be a bad thing to be friends with her. He accepted his requested dish with a word of thanks.

"My break was good, thanks for asking," he said politely, "It is kind of weird to go back home now, knowing about all of this-" he waved his hand to indicate the school, "-and not being able to do anything about it. I'm a muggleborn," he tacked on by way of explanation, just in case Misty didn't know already, "So it's all pretty different from what I'm used to."

His mouth twisted to the side while he thought about the other half of her inquiry. He picked a tater tot apart to buy some time.

"I am glad to be back," he tested, and finding his words to be true, he went on, "But at the same time, I'm homesick. But then again, I know that last semester flew by, and I'm going to blink and this one will be over, too. So...." running out of words and feeling slightly like he'd overshared, Donovan shrugged.

"How was your break?" he returned her question, trying to smooth over the brief awkward silence that had settled between them, "Did you do anything fun?"
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Misty Brockert

March 13, 2023 9:17 PM
Oh! Misty didn’t even realize that Donovan was a Muggleborn. Technically that meant she wasn’t supposed to date him - her parents and immediate family felt no ill-will or active prejudice, but there were supposed rules to things like that, and Misty wasn’t quite old enough yet to ask questions - but it also kinda just made him even cuter. Her eyes twinkled with a spark of rebellion.

“My break was lovely,” she answered. “I went ice skating a lot. I do that sometimes here too, in the MARS rooms, but it was really nice to do it outside. And my mom was in a super fun production of The Nutcracker this year! She’s a ballet dancer.” Mama was by no means the prima anymore at her age - not that she was super old, but for a ballerina, the prime was fairly short-lived - but she did a really good job in the party scene at the beginning of the show, where Clara gets the nutcracker from her godfather, Drosselmeyer.

“The school year really does fly by, though,” she added, nodding in agreement to Donovan’s sentiments. “That’s what my parents say. My dad went here, along with a bunch of our family. And my sister Gwendolyn is already a third year, and I’m just like, wow! Where does the time go?”
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Donovan Peters

March 14, 2023 3:50 AM
It sounded like Misty's whole family had gone to school here, which shouldn't have been a surprise, with all of the Brockerts in and around Sonora, but Donovan simply hadn't made the connection before. She was, then, presumably a pureblood, which as far as Donovan could tell, didn't mean much outside of the upper crust of wizarding society. And, as she seemed happy enough to be chatting with him, he didn't think anything more of it.

Ballerina-ing sounded kind of boring, but he nodded politely and said, "That's cool for your mom. I've never been ice skating, at least not for real, like at a hockey rink. I didn't know that MARS could do that. You should show me how to set that up sometime. I've just got a little pond at home, and it's really bumpy to skate on."

At least he wasn't alone in thinking that time moved faster when he was at school. He had been prepared to let embarrassment roll off his shoulders after minorly freaking out about the whole time-jump thing, but apparently it had not shown as outwardly as he'd thought, because Misty wholeheartedly agreed with him about how weird it was, and it made him smile in relief. Not crazy, he thought to himself, at least, not about that.

"I didn't know you had a sister," he said, keeping the conversation rolling as smoothly as he could while shoveling green bean casserole into his mouth, "What House is she in?"
64 Donovan Peters Haha spelling-get it? Because it's wizard school 1569 0 5

Misty Brockert

March 16, 2023 9:22 PM
Oooooh, Donovan wanted to come skating with her! “I would love to show you!” she beamed. Ice skating was her most favorite thing in the whole world - like how Mama loved doing ballet. Sometimes Misty thought she wanted to go to the olympics, but she knew that was super, super hard to do, and while Mama had to work very hard to become a professional ballerina, Misty wasn’t sure if she was willing to put in as much work. She didn’t want to lose the spark and fun part of it in pursuit of the career and accolades.

She was also glad when Donovan asked about her sister. Misty didn’t think it was hard to tell they were related, but maybe he just hadn’t noticed. There were a lot of people in this school named Brockert, but exactly two of them were this level of racially ambiguous. Misty thought Gwendolyn got the better traits from both their caucasian father and Chinese mother, but at the end of the day, she also thought that the two of them made a nice little set.

“Gwendolyn is in Aladren,” she answered. The first year leaned in her seat slightly to try to get a line of sight on her sister. “There she is!” she smiled as she saw her, pointing so that Donovan could see and then giving a wave in case Gwendolyn was looking. “Aladren suits her. She’s so smart. Sometimes I’m pretty sure she knows absolutely everything!”

“Do you have any siblings?” she asked in return, realizing now just how little she actually had gotten to know Donovan thus far.
12 Misty Brockert I get it! That's hilarious! 1567 0 5

Donovan Peters

March 18, 2023 6:29 AM
Excellent! Misty's enthusiasm was contagious, and Donovan found himself grinning ear to ear. Misty was turning out to be a pretty awesome person, and he didn't know why he'd just now found that out. He waved towards her sister at the Aladren table. It was cool that Misty spoke so highly of Gwendolyn; there were a lot of sibling pairs that let the whole sibling rivalry thing take over their whole relationship.

"No, no brothers or sisters," he answered, shaking his head, "Just cows. My family owns a dairy farm. I've got Leo, though. He's my neighbor, and he's four days younger than me. He goes to school here, too. He's over in Teppenpaw."

He offered a cheery wave at Leo, but he wasn't paying attention. Donovan shrugged. "Eh...you can meet him later."

He scooped a second helping of casserole onto his plate. His mom always said he could eat his weight in tater tot casserole. He couldn't help that the creamy, cheesy, potato-ey goodness was so delicious. It made up for all the tuna noodle and vegetable surprise casseroles his mom had tried to feed him. Truly, it was the king of all casseroles.

Breaking away from the love of his life, he looked back up at Misty. She was actually sort of...cute? Like, in the way her eyes sort of squinted when she smiled, but also her smile was really nice, as well. He kind of wanted to keep making her smile, just so he could see it. Study it. Figure out what was so intriguing about it.

He couldn't remember ever being this... curious.

"How about next Saturday? For skating, I mean. Before Quidditch practice?"
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