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[tinley labonte]

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this is the mystery of the quotient This was it. The start of another beginning. As if no time had passed whatsoever, Tinley Labonte found herself upon the steps of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. It had been some time since the closing of the school and though temporary, she felt it'd been much to long. However none of that mattered as she scurried into the entrance hall where her emotions crackled like electricity in her bones. Students, also newly returned, mulled about the chambers their voices loud and excited. Tinley jumped as the sound of exploding snaps rebounded from the corner, a grin stretching to both her ears. Owls fluttered to and fro twittering happily while cats chirped and chittered in the laps of their owners. The deep croak of toads in their cages gave way to the sound of magic. This, as far as she was concerned, was where home was. Several professors walked past merrily greeting the students all around them. Even the grumpiest of them all stopped to converse while tiny smiles played at their lips. Yes, the reopening of the school had given plenty of them a reason to rejoice. It no longer mattered why the halls had been empty for so long but promise of new beginnings. The fresh new start that awaited them all. Tinley ran up to several of her friends, hugging them all tightly as they reunited. She had of course kept in touch with many of them over the last several months but nothing compared to a face-to-face interaction after so long. Many of them had stayed in France while Tinley had opted to return home during the extended time off. The decision helped immensely to placate her mother and siblings so much so that they were as close as ever. Time, it seemed, truly did heal all wounds. Life, as brilliant as it already was, had only gotten better once the school mailed out the official reopening letters. Students were called back to class, teachers back to their lesson plans, and magic back to its home. Tinley continued around the room pulling bodies into hug as she moved though she remained as awkward as ever when many began to burst into tears. Emotions were still her weakest point, something she'd been unable to work on during the time away. She broke away from the grip of a snotting girl who had been unable to hold back the flow of happiness and instead fell into a conversation with the nearest teacher. Professor Llewellyn was personally one of the favorites at the school so her joy at the older woman's return was not hidden. Practically bouncing with enthusiasm she greeted her with warm welcomes, "Professor Llewellyn! Welcome back, I trust you've been well?"

upon us all a little rain must fall

[issa hemmingway]

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ella Eyre crooned into her ear, causing a smile to tug at her lips. Issa meandered her way towards the Entrance Hall, tailing a small group of giggling girls in front of her. Music blaring she couldn't hear what had them all in high spirits but she could guess. After a prolonged closure Beauxbaton had once again opened its doors, and many including herself were pleased to be back; this was home, this here was family, and finally she was back to where she belonged. Not to say that her long holidays hadn't been entirely taken advantage of. She'd spent most of the time with her family, entertaining their parents with Olivie, telling them tales of classes, and professors, and the students. She'd missed her parents a great deal, and it was good to simply sit and chat with them again. Outside of the time she spent with family, she visited the gallery and her childhood crush, and ran wild in the surrounding fields with the neighbouring children. Olivie visited the local bookshop often, coming home with crate loads of second-hand books, locking herself away in her room to immediately devour each and every one. Now they were both back, ready for classes to begin, and to take on new challenges. Saying goodbye to her parents after spending such a long time with them had been hard. Despite her excitement Issa wasn't feeling quite herself. She could feel the queasiness begin to stir in her belly, the early signs of anxiety coming on. It wasn't going to be easy to stave it off but she was determined; nothing was going to taint these new beginnings. Skipping ahead to the next song on her iphone, enchanted to continue working within the palaces' walls, she closed her eyes from a brief moment, concentrating on the lyrics. Swallowing down the panic that had started to surface she forced a smile onto her lips, stretching them unnaturally, and continued on into the Entrance Hall. Nothing was going to ruin this for her, not even herself. Stepping into the hall the smile on her lips fell into something a little more natural. Yes, she was home now. Breathing in deeply she took another step forward; one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind - perhaps a little dramatic but she felt the weight of the importance of this moment. Taking stock of her surroundings, she looked over the faces of each student, and professor in the near vicinity. A few she recognised, and squashing down her apprehension she smiled at them when she caught their eye, making no move however to speak with them. Striding further into the hall one face in particular stood out. Olivie was laughing with a small group of friends to one side of the hall. They hadn't been seated together on the way up, and she'd lost sight of her sister once they'd arrived. Olivie noticed her watching them, and waved rather enthusiastically. Snorting at her siblings eagerness, she saluted back before turning away and heading towards the staircase. There was no way she was going to embarrass herself in front of her sisters friends again, besides which she couldn't stand making small talk; give her a drunk, and philosophical housemate any day. Taking a seat on one of the stairs, she watched on as students, and professors alike celebrated their return, and the reopening of Beauxbaton. Issa grinned to herself. This was going to be the best year yet; she could feel it in her bones, and her bones were never wrong. @open

[tinley labonte]

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this is the mystery of the quotient After bidding the professor goodbye, Tinley immediately merged back into the large group of students. At she picked her way through the crowd, greeting yet more familiar faces, she noticed several other beings floating about. Some of the ghosts doing so quite literally. Waving to a few of them, she struck up several conversations at once less because she'd wished to do so. As she juggled each topic the young Rouerie could feel herself breaking out into a sweat. It was only as a break presented itself in each conversation that she made her daring escape. Unfortunately it involved running directly through her own house ghost which in turn caused the feeling of ice shoot down her spine. Shivering from the contact Tinley backed away from the increasing crowd, fending herself from the curiosity of others. After waving away several younger students whom she has tutored in the past, she turned towards the stairs, hoping to slip away quietly which, as was the usual case, did not happen. Falling face first Tinley went flying over a girl who'd perched herself on the steps. Landing with a soft thud (no thanks to some quick wand work) she whipped around, ready to apologize to whomever she'd collided with. "I am so sorry," she said, crawling along the floor on her knees. "I didn't even look where I was going. Ugh, are you alright?" she asked, slipping over the glossed floors. Still on all fours she looked into the eyes of her victim, a blush as deep as her hair coming over her as she'd yet again caused one hell of a scene. "If you could excuse my clumsiness I would be greatly obliged. I would say that this hasn't happened before but then I would be lying." she admitted, standing to dust off the front of her robes. Picking up her wand she sent a scowl to several on lookers, many of who were her friends. They obviously found it insanely hilarious, and not an uncommon incident for her. Too many people had witnessed, and felt, the scorn of her hand-eye coordination. "So um, you are alright aren't you?" she inquired again, hoping to smother the embarrassment or anger this girl would have before it got too out of control. "I'm Tinley." she said, hoping a introduction would help the situation. One thing that tended to keep people from out right blasting off at her was her immediate friendliness. She could only hope it would work this time, though this girl didn't seem very...unreasonable from the outside. She just had to stay positive she kept reminding herself. Over and over again...

upon us all a little rain must fall

[issa hemmingway]

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issa watched on as students and professors continued to pass her by. Out the corner of her eye a white blonde head of hair flashed past. Swiveling on the spot she tried to get a better look but the student, who she suspected was her friend Bonamy Summers, was gone. Turning back toward the main crowd of people she noticed the house ghosts, and a few other shadowy figures had appeared, floating forlornly, and morosely about the place. Spotting one particular ghost, the ghost of Rouerie house, she stifled a snort of laughter as a redheaded student ran straight through said ghost, obviously in a hurry. She could sympathise; she'd ran through her fair share of ghosts, and it was not an experience she'd ever wish to repeat let alone wish on someone else. She'd felt entirely violated - it was a wonder just what the ghost must have felt. Returning her attention to the students plight, she realised belatedly that the girl was headed straight for her. Tugging her earphones out, and stuffing her iphone away into the pocket of her robe, Issa prepared to call a greeting when the girl tripped, and crumpled to the ground. Well that was certainly not what she'd been expecting. Blinking dazedly in shock, she swallowed down her hesitation, and shuffled forwards on her bottom. "Are you okay?" she managed to stutter just as the redhead spun around, apologising profusely. The sight of the poor thing crawling forwards on hands and knees took her completely aback, rendering her speechless. She could vaguely feel her mouth opening, and closing, trying for words. Slowly regaining her senses, her jaw clicked shut, mouth drawn in a tight line. Hopefully distracted by her own embarrassment the girl hadn't noticed Issa's mortifying imitation of a cod fish. She was still speaking, asking Issa is she was alright. A flush was slowly making its way down her neck, her face aflame, and matching her scarlet hair. Issa felt badly for the girl; she knew all too well the red hot of humiliation, and as if in answer to the girls flushed face, she felt her own begin to heat up. Then the girl was standing, brushing herself off, self deprecating, and obviously doing her best to laugh the entire situation off. Watching her scowl at a few of the onlookers, Issa realised she'd been unhelpfully silent. Standing herself she opened her mouth to speak but was promptly cut off. "So um, you are alright, aren't you?" the girl asked before introducing herself. "I'm Tinley." Issa was unable to keep the grin from spilling onto her lips; it really was all too ridiculous. What a meet-cute! A smile stretching her lips, a few teeth peeking out. She thrust out a hand, and laughed. "I'm pretty sure I should be asking that of you. Didn't bruise your knees did you, Cinders?" she asked playfully hoping the redhead would understand her reference. Taking Tinley's hand in her own, she gave it a quick shake, and a gentle squeeze before letting go. "I'm Issa Hemmingway. It's a real pleasure to meet you, Tinley. Maybe next time we can try this without one of us eating dirt." Still grinning that Cheshire grin, she stepped back, and out of Tinley's space so as not to crowd the poor girl. Slipping her hands into her pockets she gave a half-hearted shrug. "I wouldn't worry by the way. I can be pretty clumsy myself. Especially around good-looking people," she said with a wink, before realising just how that must have sounded. Back pedaling as fast as possible she stumbled over her words. "Er, not to say that you're clumsy or that I'm good-looking. I mean I'm pretty sure I'm not bad looking but ah.." Wincing, she shrugged once again. "Totally didn't just make that awkward or anything," Issa chuckled, doing nothing to fight off the flush that was spreading down her neck, and up towards the tips of her ears. At least now they'd both be red.              @open

[tinley labonte]

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this is the mystery of the quotient Stifling a small chuckle Tinley shrugged comically at the nickname. "I'm way to skilled at falling to hurt anything anymore." which was easily the truth. It was as if she'd become immune to injuries, having learned the best ways to catch herself in case of a rather nasty spill. No, this was one of the few moments in which magic needn't come to her rescue. AS the girl introduced herself, Tinley couldn't help the way her ears perked up at the mention of her surname. Interesting but certainly not, she wondered. Whatever she was thinking, she was careful not to show the curiosity on her face lest, from past experience with this sort of thing, she wasn't fond of being reminded. Instead Tinley titled her head to the side, shooting a large grin towards her. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well," she said, laughing at her words, "that would be ideal." Yes, despite how good she was at it Tinley found it rather annoying that she continually put herself in these situations. It was rather embarrassing as well. It was with a quick search around the room that she sighed with relief. She loved Klaus, truly, but she still felt a twinge of anguish when he saw her cascading down stairs, or tripping over her own feet. It completely defeated her attempts at allure, surprisingly. Of course he'd often told her that he found her ways endearing, which usually meant good things for her. The thought of her boyfriend sent another smile to take over, and she giggled giddily. Then she realized she was still standing in front of this poor girl. Pay attention, she snapped at herself. Mentally cringing she took in Issa's words, chuckling as the girl began to redden at them. "Don't underestimate yourself! You're very pretty," Tinley told her, hands out in protest, "not to mention that I am very clumsy! It's like a gift at this point so you haven't offended me." Hoping this was enough to tame her qualms, the witch pondered her next move. "So, how are you feeling about the school reopening?" she asked, once again bouncing in joy. "It's been so long since I've seen these halls." she shouted, extending her hands above. "Just makes me want to sing...well, er, I won't since that would be awful for us all." she joked. "Ahem, so yes. What house are you in? I'm Rouerie." Then she stood up proudly, red hair crackling with energy. "Tinley Labonte, Rouerie Prefect at your service." she said, clapping Issa on the back. "I've been wanting to say that for months." she whisper-giggled. "Just know that whenever you need a hand, I'm your witch!" she finally said, saluting to her newest friend. "How long have you been in France? Are you new?" were her next questions, saving no room for air. Another impressive skill of hers: she could talk a mile-a-minute. It was then that Tinley noticed a very interesting item in Issas' possession. "Is that an iPhone? How did you get it to work?" she asked curiously. Nibbling at her lower lip she itched to touch it but knew better than to ask. It was one of the few muggle devices she'd had the privilege to own herself. Currently however, it was out of commission locked away in her trunk at home. Another hint at the life she'd left for the one she'd chosen. Honestly, she didn't miss it much but still, it always felt nice to see a little bit of home. "That must have taken quite a bit of enchanting," she commented knowingly placing her forefinger against the tip of her nose. "Don't worry. I won't tell." she promised, sending a wink Issa's way.

upon us all a little rain must fall

[issa hemmingway]

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tinley reminded her of the Italian nonna's she'd seen at the markets in Coffs Harbour, gesticulating wildly, every body part moving in large, and loud expressions. Issa did nothing to hide the smile that grew as she watched Tinley explain away her tumbling skills. She was glad to know that she hadn't done the girl any damage. The smile grew as she caught the carefully masked curiosity in her name, despite the redheads best efforts. She was used to it. A few of her muggle friends, and many of her sisters friends, had brought up her surname as soon as it was mentioned. Although it happened often it didn't annoy Issa. She took great amusement in letting people down gently - no she was not related to the Hemingway. The difference in spelling meant zilch; she'd once met a family of Woods whose ancestors surnames had ranged from Woodds to Woodes. It was just an unfortunate coincidence that her family history was not that interesting. She said as much to her fellow redhead. "No relation to the writer, although considering my sisters fixation that's probably a good thing," she added with a devilish smirk. Issa continued to watch this delightful girl as she searched the room before sighing in relief, only to then start giggling. Coughing down a laugh, Issa huffed. "You looking for anyone in particular?" Tinley's attention was back on her, responding to her earlier, mortifying stumble. "Don't underestimate yourself! You're very pretty." Well wasn't that sweet. Issa snorted, bringing her hand up to cover her sneer. "Why thank you. You're rather gorgeous yourself," she couldn't help the leer that slipped onto her face. "I'm sure it's quite the gift. You must charm plenty of people with that party trick," Issa continued, doing her best to keep a straight face. She couldn't even feel a twinge of guilt at her constant teasing - this girl just made it all too easy. It was nice actually, to be able to be so playful with someone, and not worry about stepping on toes. Bringing her focus back to Tinley she realised the redhead was already moving on to another subject of discussion, and then it didn't stop. One question followed right into another before she could even formulate an answer. Tinley was in Rouerie too, and a prefect to boot. She also didn't seem to have any issue invading Issa's personal space, breath hot on her ear as she whispered her confession. Issa waited until Tinley paused for air before she jumped in. "I'm really glad they've reopened the school. I've always felt more at home here than I do with my parents, so it's nice that I can come home after all this time." She paused for a moment, trying to recall the redheads other questions. "I'm sure you sing beautifully," she continued. "What a lovely coincidence. I'm also in Rouerie house. Prefect is a pretty big deal, right? My belated congratulations." Her smile was big, and wide, showing off kick-ass dimples. She did her best to keep smiling when Tinley moved closer, refusing to wince. Issa wasn't used to physical affection, especially accepting it from almost strangers, and it set her teeth on edge. Swallowing down her discomfort she forced her smile a little wider, and felt her shoulders slump in relief when Tinley shifted away. Her smile became genuine once again as her fellow redhead saluted her. "I'll keep that in mind if I ever need someone to bail me out, yeah?" She could just imagine how terrible Tinley would be at lying, trying to prevent Issa from getting into trouble; she seemed the type of girl who would be horrid at being dishonest. Honesty suited her. Issa hoped she was right about that particular impression - she liked liars but she would always prefer honest people. "We moved to France when I was 10. I consider myself Australian first and foremost. My French is still pretty terrible," she added as an afterthought. Issa decided to ignore Tinley's next question. Was she new? No. Obviously she'd just been invisible to the Rouerie Prefect until this point. The hypocrite she was she also ignored the fact that she hadn't known of Tinley up until this point either. Tinley was peeking at the top of her iPhone, sticking out of her pocket. Shrugging self-consciously, a hand coming up to scratch at the nape of her neck, Issa flushed again. "Ah, yeah. Got it enchanted so it'd work here. Music... music helps me to cope, I guess," she groped about for the right words, wincing when they came out awkward, and forced. Damn but she wasn't good at talking about her anxiety, or the depression for that matter. She struggled with her psychologist Cara constantly; some sessions they'd just sit there in silence for an hour. Clearing her throat to cover up her gawkiness, she glanced up at Tinley through dark lashed, a shy smile on her lips. "Yeah. Was pretty expensive too, and... and thanks. I'm not exactly going to hide it but I'd rather the professors don't find out," her smile stretching skywards. Shuffling her feet a little, she glanced about her. "Do you think we'll be having some sort of celebratory dinner? I'm hoping the houses will hold a party later on tonight." Issa wasn't sure if Rouerie had had a house party before but she hoped they'd have one to celebrate the schools reopening - it was as good an excuse as any for loud music, loud dancing, and some butterbeer. "Since you're the Prefect out of the two of us maybe you should organise it? I'm happy to help with the music," Issa grinned wickedly, wriggling the iPhone at Tinley. Oh yeah, she was all over that. @open