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[alexandre lilly]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] JUST KNOW YOU'RE NOT ALONE CAUSE I'M GOING TO MAKE Alexandre hadn't really had the change to explore the grounds of Beauxbatons since arriving. It was all very hectic. He arrived and immediately began plans for the new Quidditch season which was slowly going his way. The teams were a little scarce though, and he was hoping to have at least two full teams by the end of the break so that he could start practices and get the season going. He knew how much students loved Quidditch at Hogwarts and was a little stunned at the lack of excitement concerning the sport. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he sat in his office on the ground floor of Beauxbatons. It was small and cramped, full of charts, maps and numbers... not to mention the anatomy of one of the most famous broomsticks - The Firebolt. He had always wanted one, and even though he knew he would never be able to afford it, he liked the idea. He smiled at the thought as he sucked on the end of his candy quill and scribbled down another note to remember when it came to convincing students to join Quidditch: Missing a three classes a week for practice, what student didn't want to skip classes? He had been spending a large chunk of his morning working in his office. He had had a brief visit from his sister, but then she had to zoom off to see some Ivan-whats-his-name. Whatever. He was too preoccupied with Quidditch to really focus on much else. When he was a keeper for various teams around England, he had learned that you really had to be dedicated to what you do to truly be successful at it. If you wanted to be a good chaser, you had to be a chaser all the time. There were no downs, only ups. Alex could have been great... well, that's what everyone kept telling him. He wasn't sure if they were just being nice or not. He remembered when he was first accepted to join a minor Quidditch team that only played smaller tournaments for lesser cash prizes. Nothing too fantastic... but the rush of playing on a pitch for more than just a house cup was what kept him going harder and harder. His parents even supported him, something as insane as becoming a Quidditch player. Already jobs were hard to come by, so becoming a professional at Quidditch was practically unheard of at the time. Somehow, he had managed it... if only for a few years. Five years of his life was spent doing what he loved, and now he decided it was time to give back... but again, no one wanted him to. Why wouldn't people make up their minds? His blonde Lilly hair was a mess after he ran his hands through it again in frustration. Maybe now wasn't the time to think about it. It was a weekend, and break was fast approaching. He tucked his papers back into their files and leaned back in his chair, exhaling. He took a glance at the small window and spotted the bright sunlight and blue skies. Maybe today would be the day to go outside and adventure. Or at least, walk around and take in some sights and maybe even talk up Quidditch to some of them too. He hopped up off his chair, grateful to be out and about, and closed his office door behind him. He didn't bother to leave a note since he figured no one would come by asking about flying lessons and the like. He stuffed his hands in his pockets the moment he got outside, refreshed at the cool breeze. He was glad to see that the snow was melting, a great phenomenon everyone enjoyed once Spring rolled around. He wandered off towards what he thought were flowers. They were a ways away, but he was glad to see that even the flowers were beginning to bloom, even so early in the year. He smiled and approached what appeared to be what was known as 'The Captivating Gardens'. They weren't captivating him yet, but he could imagine how beautiful they would be in one month's time. He hummed a little tune as he entered the flowered archway and wandered over to the nearest bench he could find. He sat down and stretched out his legs, happy to be breathing fresh air instead of the musk and dust particles floating around the office he suspected was owned by a ghost. Closing his eyes, he began a slight afternoon snooze - the sunlight alone was enough to make him pass out in exhaustion. THIS PLACE YOUR HOME YOU GET LOST YOU CAN ALWAYS | AURELIE

credit to kara caution, shine, & atf.

[aurelie villon.]

DO I EVER CROSS YOUR MIND?
AND DO YOU EVER THINK OF ME?

After leaving her family behind in Denmark, she had reassured them that she would retain parts of her 'culture.' It was an oddity, observing the other children leaving their parents with tears and proud smiles. Not hers, never hers. Her parents had bid her a stoic farewell, ensuring that she would return home with manners and carry on with her other lessons upon returning for the break. Then, a maid had politely bid her goodbyes as Aurelie had gone with the other students to begin a new life at Hogwarts. On occasion she might miss home - miss the way that the gardens reminded her of what true beauty was, miss her bedroom and the patterns that shaped around the walls. However, her previous home was a reminder of the life she had been destined for. A lonely life, one in which she was a pawn for the use of her parents and others within a political sphere. Indeed, she missed the beauty of her home... But she was greeted with a newly found independence that the young Cossu girl would cherish for many years to come with her education.

Beuxbatons was a different place, there was no need to address anyone with a title (other than Professors) and she was free to make decisions on her own accord and suffer the consequences. The other students hadn't always understood her confusion or curiosity about their lives, about the way they lived or how their parents slept in the same room. In a house as large as her own, her mother had always slept in a separate wing with her own maid. It was peculiar, and Aurelie had been excited at the prospect of learning more about other lifestyles her parents had kept closed off from her. Her studious nature had continued, as a girl of intellect and reason accompanied with hard working habits she had managed to do well in her classes thus far. Indeed, she had been enjoying her new home thus far and wrote back such messages to her Mama on frequent occasions.

Despite the notion that now she was away from home and she could do whatever she wanted to do, the girl was inclined to continue with her love of ballet. Aurelie hadn't been given much time to practice since her arrival and the fast pace of classes and events occurring around the school. However, when given the opportunity (and assured that all her homework was completed) she had been quick to slip into her outfit and head towards the gardens. Despite a talent for the art of ballet, she had never been particularly fond of others watching her play - though her mother had often made her put on shows for their friends as a child. Thus, any practice inside the castle was out of the question in case someone might discover her as she practiced.

Aurelie walked along the path to the captivating gardens, blissfully unaware of her surroundings other than the beautiful sight of sun catching the moisture on the petals from an earlier shower that day. She was observant to such matters, a keen eye for the beauty of natural delight. However, it was with little attention to the entirety of her settings (unaware that a man was sleeping just around the side of the tall bush) that she had begun to practice. Light melody playing, she begun to stretch before coming to form graceful routines of twirling and leaps through the air whilst retaining posture. Hair tied back in a tight bun, Aurelie was thankful for the beauty of her surroundings and no disturbance as she continued to move gracefully.

It was funny, a matter of fate.

Two people in the same place.

At the same time.

Neither aware of the others presence.

Now, Imagine that.

[alexandre lilly]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] JUST KNOW YOU'RE NOT ALONE CAUSE I'M GOING TO MAKE Alex was being transported in his own little dream world to a place where he could fly, without a broom. It was all very surreal, as though he were floating in reality but stationary in his dream. Everything was in limbo, there was no sure thing and no lie and everything just seemed to be matching up to its surroundings. Alexandre hadn't felt so relaxed and at peace in such a long time, he was grateful for the chance to feel this peace. On the bench, the man just rested and did little more than that. He looked as though he were sitting with his eyes closed, taking in the warmth and the wonderful captivating gardens. In his dream, there was a sweet song playing as though in the back of his mind, filling his thoughts and and overwhelming him until his eyes fluttered open. There he was, sitting on the same bench of which he had fallen into a slumber and he looked around, curious to discover where he had found that serene song. He turned his head and peered behind him and saw nothing but leaves and buds. That is, except for that quick movement that zoomed past his small range of view into the second pathway. He furrowed his brow and turned to face forward once again. Of course, he was at a school with a couple hundred students so it wouldn't be unheard of to run into one, even on a weekday afternoon when one would expect most to be busy with friends or enjoying the lake and the boutiques. Alexandre wasn't one for company most of the time. He wasn't nearly as social as his siblings and he found the most solace in a quiet afternoon by himself, perhaps with a good book on Quidditch tactics or history and he just seemed to be the most satisfied when it were a blissful afternoon such as this one, spending time flying and practicing his saves. Most of the time, he had to realize that his sister didn't have much time to do such a thing and that she was the only person around here with whom he was really friends with. It was rather upsetting, and he did realize that he should probably go out more if he wanted to have some kind of social life that could even come half as close to the eldest Lilly, Adrian. There were many different standards set upon him, and it was all very unfortunate because he honestly wouldn't mind a little company from time to time. As the music continued to serenade all those around it, Alexandre turned his head and furrowed his brow once again. What is that? he asked himself before he got to his feet, making sure he had everything he needed before he followed the stone path around the corner. He didn't want to appear out of thin air and startle what could be making such a sound, and he wasn't even sure if it were real or not. He just felt this sort of heated music from within him, taking him over and leading him there. He poked his head around the corner and spotted... well, to put it lightly, an angel. She was dressed in cream or white, he couldn't tell which, and she was prancing around the gardens with a lightness to her step so magical that it seemed as though she were floating. She didn't quite notice him right away, and he slowly came into a more full view, leaning against one of the pillars and crossed his arms, admiring the girl. He wasn't sure who she was, because he had certainly not seen her before. She looked older than his sister, who was a marker of age for him, and she didn't appear to be older than eighteen at most. He knew it was kind of wrong, but was he really a professor? He was a Quidditch master, and not everyone saw him as an adult, but perhaps an equal. He couldn't help but smile a little as he watched her dance, a little captivated by her movements. And he had half a mind to walk away if it weren't for... something about her. "Mind if I cut in?" he joked, speaking for the first time and cutting into the music, startling her. There was something so graceful and fragile to her, it was a wonder she didn't shatter every time her feet hit the ground. He worried she would. THIS PLACE YOUR HOME YOU GET LOST YOU CAN ALWAYS | AURELIE

credit to kara caution, shine, & atf.

[aurelie villon.]

DO I EVER CROSS YOUR MIND?
AND DO YOU EVER THINK OF ME?

Aurelie was a humble soul, a private being. Her mother, on the other hand, had always done everything in her power to force the young blonde into the spotlight from a tender age. "Giving her the tools to succeed" her mother might say, with a "forceful shove in the right direction." Much of her life had already been dictated for her, in terms of her education and route in life. Marry a rich man for the sake of family unity, someone of equal esteem and political affiliation as her own kin. Latin lessons had been out of her control - she showed up and did as she was told by the tutor. Ballet, on the other hand, was her one chance to be free in a world that seemed to otherwise hold her captive. It was a part of her soul, a part of herself. She wouldn't lose it to anyone, for even if she broke both her feet she would still remember with a sense of nostalgia the feeling of leaping through the air as she did now, without a care in the world.

For the first time since her arrival at Beauxbatons she felt free, though unaware she was sharing such an intimate moment with another individual. She twirled and jumped swiftly, feeling at one with the beauty of nature surrounding her. Aurelie was thankful. Thankful that she could be having such a moment, away from the eyes of the house staff or her parents. This was her one chance to be her own person, and goodness... Aurelie wanted to cease the opportunity! Granted, she had made friends and asked questions of them she otherwise never would have known due to such a sheltered lifestyle... But she wanted more. She craved to learn more, to truly experience the world. However, she was no idealist and for the moment simply being able to dance with privacy and a place of such wonder was more than enough. When Aurelie danced she forgot everything around her and all the responsibility, she was just... well... Aurelie.

Her leg had been directly up in the air midway a twirl on her dainty toes of one foot when she was interrupted. Stumbling slightly (managing to stub her toe in the process and let out a little gasp) she finished. An immediate reaction after the initial shock had been to blush, a redness anchoring its way across her cheeks in anything but a flattering fashion. Her mouth popped open slightly, Aurelie was the epitome of a deer stuck in headlights. She didn't know what to say but was faintly aware that perhaps she'd been staring at him a few moments too long, crossing her arms across her chest and looking down in a display of bashful manner. At first she didn't know what to say, embarrassed that someone had caught her in such an intimate moment, a full projection of who she was. Perhaps she was more quiet than others, more delicate than others, but ballet was her thing and he had managed to break through those barriers without even trying.

She paused, realising she'd been standing there flustered and trying to regain her breath for quite some time. Chin up now, though not directly looking him in the eyes, she pursed her lips and contemplated what to say. "I-I'm... I don't really dance with partners, but there's always a first for everything, hm?" she managed, though bold words for such a timid individual in the given situation.

[alexandre lilly]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] JUST KNOW YOU'RE NOT ALONE CAUSE I'M GOING TO MAKE Alex saw her stumble briefly and he felt a little spark within him, he nearly reached out and grabbed her, hoping she wouldn't fall. Instead, she just watched her, trying not to succumb to his instincts. She was beautiful, graceful and delicate... he was reminded of a flower but much more incredible than that. He had this connection, feeling drawn to her as though there was some other reason that the two were there at that time, at this place. He smiled slowly at her as the pink blush rose to her cheeks, warming up her features. She seemed surprised to see someone standing there, perhaps she assumed that the grounds would be empty this day? Who knew, maybe she was new. He certainly hadn't seen her before that day, he would have remembered. She was definitely someone who would make an impression on his memory. He ran a hand through his hair, resting it on the nape of his neck. He looked down sheepishly, feeling suddenly as though he had intruded on a private moment. He was getting ahead of himself, her beauty though overwhelming, was just something he couldn't stare at head on. There was something so simple about her, so simple that he knew there was something else that drew him to her. "I-I'm... I don't really dance with partners, but there's always a first for everything, hm?" He couldn't help but chuckle at her bravado, grinning from ear to ear. He rolled up the sleeves of his light blue button down and took a step towards her. He raised his arms, as though going in for a hug, but only to show that he was harmless. He let her rest her hands in his and he couldn't help but feel the spark that ran straight through his palms all through his body. He was on fire. His breath immediately caught in his throat as he stared down at her, absorbed into who she was. He smiled down at her, thinking he knew exactly what she could be thinking. He wasn't much of a ballet dancer, but in ballroom he was well versed. He lowered one hand down to her waist and rested his palm gently on her hip, applying very little pressure. "Shall we?" he said calmly, whisking her away. The dance was simple, but he felt like he was floating on air. There was no way he got that good with his dance skills since the last time he had practiced. As a Quidditch player, he had been rather nimble and able to move quickly in the air. When his mother had forced him to take ballroom lessons he couldn't help but feel the need to be just as good on the ground. He glanced down at her petite frame, wondering how she felt being carried around the space in the gardens by a stranger. In a way there was something magical and romantic about the gesture. If he stopped when he felt the dance was over and left, there could be a chance that she would seek him out. He would certainly wonder about her, and hope that he would see her again. But there was always the chance that she would only be a fleeting moment in his life, one that he would wonder too much about and drive his family and friends mad with wonder. The eternal question, asking 'what if' was always dancing about in his brain as he contemplated the beautiful dilemma. He knew that he would be at the school for a while, and he knew that there was no way she was a seventh year. Nor was she a very old student as his sister would have spoken about her at this point. He stared down at her glowing skin and dark hair, knotted at the back of her head. "I'm Alexandre," he said calmly, looking away from her and wishing she would take her hair down. He loved it when a woman let her hair fall freely around her face, it was always such a sign of freedom and incredible confidence to him. If the woman's hair was wild about her, he knew that she was comfortable around him. He knew that this girl was probably nervous around this stranger who offered a dance, and despite his veela blood, there was perhaps something that could make her uneasy. He was going to slowly ease this process, hoping the two could become more acquainted by the end of the dance. THIS PLACE YOUR HOME YOU GET LOST YOU CAN ALWAYS | AURELIE

credit to kara caution, shine, & atf.