--*--The Triwizard Tournament--*-- (Rated PG-15)

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OOC: Again, are you talking to everyone Ozy? And, I apologize, as I thought Madam Maxime's giant blood might help her live a little longer, but I guess this is WAY afterwards.

IC: Chariot stared down at the food and carefully spooned out a ladel-full of pre-arranged Bouillabaisse, as she picked out a single slice of a baguette.

She always ate lightly, as she never really had an appetite. The fish was a delicious number, and she added bits of turkey to it. She never ate dark meat, such as beef, or dark meat on chicken. She rarely ate pork, as the thought of it seemed to rile her delicate stomach. And so as she carefully sipped the stew, more out of habit then being under the rough glare of Madam Cummings.

Chariot patted her lips gently after every other bite or so, looking around at the other BeauxBaton students. Many were also eating politely out of habit, including her friends, but Chariot gasped when her hazel eye's rested upon a girl who was wolfing down meats at an alarming rate. It was amazing how she seemed to abandon her knife, and Chariot knew that she'd be in for it when the tournament was over.

Just the sight of the girl made Chariot sit up straighter, eat more mannerly, and removed her elbows and arms from the table. The glass goblet in front of her had crystalline water, which was pretty much the only thing she ever drank. This diet did make Chariot incredibly thin, but Madam Cummings didn't seem to mind. It just meant that she would have to hand out one less corset. But in fact, Chariot just felt uneasy, with so many different people eating in different ways. The boy who had mocked Madam Cummings was eating at the almost pink flesh of...something, and many of the Hogwarts students were arriving late, having nearly no manners at all as they ate.

Chariot couldn't stand these sights, of such normal people and stared down hard at her stew as she ate.
 
Although her question was answered, Evangeline couldn't help but pout and 'hmph'. That Ravenclaw prefect, meanie-Alex, annoyed her for some reason. Maybe it was his attitude? Or even his know-it-all tone (she feels like everyone in the whole world was teasing her when it comes to her intelligence and stuff). Probably she was just in a bad mood, though. In any case, it didn't make any difference, because she didn't even bother listening to him. She was too distracted with the girl beside him. That Ravenclaw girl seemed really...familiar somehow. She could see a vague image of her in her mind. It bothered her that she couldn't think of her name!

"David!" She exclaimed loudly as she pointed at her. "Oh, no, wait. The David I know is guy."

She tapped her chin pensively, letting out a stifled groan. Where did she see her before? "Hey meanie," she called Alex, pointing to the girl once again, "is she your girlfriend or something?"
 
As Evangeline accused me of being, well, me, my eye began to twitch. Apparently it wasn't that hard to figure out who I was if you got a close enough look. Alex just started laughing at me, but soon shut up after Eva made her second accusation.

"My girlfriend? Ha!" Alex replied, very bitterly, before pointing his finger at me. "You're right, thats David. The idiot cursed himself... Though it was bound to happen eventually."

I wasn't sure to take his first reply offensive or not, but quickly shot him a glare as he revealed my identity. I looked away, but found myself looking at most of our table staring at me, some laughing. "Just perfect! Way to go, Alex! Now everyone knows I fumbled and turned myself into a girl!" However, I yelled at him so loud that it alerted most of the room about the conversation. Just lovely... But where did the guy I cursed earlier go?
 
Her ears burn, and she recieves the sense of a hurried glance in her direction. A chunk of meat in the mist of swallowing paused in her throat, choking her up for a moment. It was the feeling when one swallows something to large, or a better known feeling of a held back sob. Clearing her throat, she gulps down the meat, her neck still prickling from the sensing of the glance.

Lifting her head up, she turns her head slightly towards the area where she felt it, letting merely her profile show. The dark hair caused her skin to look even paler as it outlined her face neatly. No matter how scraggly her uniform looked, her hair was always perfect, nothing out of place. It was sleek and shiny, however when sick it seemed to dim in it vibrance of sheen, and become messy. But when she was like this, healthy and content to the extent, it was beautiful. Perhaps the only trait people commented her on, as well as her strange eyes. And these yellow-green eyes flickered rather animal-like when the light hit them, causing the pupils to flash as she looked quickly over towards the girl who now was sitting prim and proper.

She was looking at her stew as though it was the most interesting thing in the world, but boy, wasn't she lovely...like every-other girl in the school. She too, was thin like Simone, but a healthy thin. Sim, on the other hand, no matter how much she ate, no matter what she ate, she could never rid herself of the fraily thin body she possessed. The only reason why she wore a corset was to give herself a more pleasing figure, instead of being...flat and uncurved.

Sighing, she wipes her fingers on the napkin and averts her gaze as quickly as it came. She looks down at her meal, and she notices a streak of orange come up and tap her plate, moving about to look for a morsel. Maggie was apparently sitting in the seat next to her, the orange feline looking for something else to eat. She was unlike any other animal. For some reason, animals (every one, in fact...including fish for some odd reason. Mainly larger animals such as canines, felines, and even birds. But she had noticed it with smaller creatures too, such as rats and toads) kept their distance from her, were almost fearful of her. They tensed and either growled at her or fled, sensing something amiss with her. But Maggie? No. She was either not as intelligent, or way beyond their intelligence in keeping her master company. In fact, Maggie was the one who picked Sim out, being a simple stray kitten who had followed Sim home one evening.

Smiling, Sim moves her fork towards another peice of turkey and allows it to 'accidentally' go by the paw, blindly searching her plate. In a flash, the claws protrude, grip the bird-flesh, and ducks down into the seat, where the faint sound of smacking can be heard. Sim manages a faint smile.
 
<OOC>Yes, at the moment, I am adressing everyone. My apologies for adding no content, but until I have something to reply to, there's not much I can do.<OOC>
 
Angel blinked, startled as the girl next to her burst into tears. "Don't cry..." she said helplessly. Gently, she placed a hand upon the girl's forehead, closing her eyes and concentrating. Instantly, she felt the girl's pain diminish, a calmness filling her body in place of the hurting. "There there," Angel said in a soothing voice, "nothing to cry about." She smiled kindly. "I appreciate you telling me all this," she continued, "and am honored that you would share with me such secrets." Looking curiously at the girl, she added, "My name is Angel. What's yours?"

OOC: I apologize for this being so short...'parental interruption'. *grumbles*
 
Ivan looked strangely at the food that surrounded him. His mouth watered. There was so much; Turkey, chicken, rolls, anything you could think of. He began taking his fork and grabbing various things, then setting them on his plate and staring in awe at all the scrumptious things that were right in front of him.

Needless to say, Ivan began digging in almost instantly. It was surprising that he hadn't choked on something yet, considering that he was shoveling it down as if he were some sort of animal. He hadn't eaten in awhile, so it was pretty much natural that he would go wild around so much food.

(Sorry this is such a pathetic post, I really have no idea what to do ><'')
 
Startled at the loss of sadness and rise of happiness, piper looks at angel, and after a few seconds of confusion, she smiles which, is an extremely rare occurrence. "You truly are an angel, well, not really, I know my uncles one. But you are not just a witch but two kinds of witches. I don't know what your power is called but don't use it all the time, otherwise you will have things happen to you. Good or bad, I don't know, but things will happen to you. Mark my words. So don't use your power." The last sentence piper spoke sternly, as she knew stories of what could happen from her aunt Paige. Sighing she looks at her two trunks and has a desire to put them by a bed. "You still haven't told me whether it's ok if I sleep in your dorm. If it is, could we go there now? And could I ask what's in your wand? Oh, and by the way, my names Piper. So you should know, you will never get rid of all my pain. It's impossible, unless I choose to in strange circumstances."
 
I overheard this last bit of conversation and said sweetly, "Vhyever vould she do that. Power is meant to help you, if you haff the courage to use it. Is your angel capable of doing so, or is she the coward, yes? This is the question that must be aswered."
 
Angel looked surprised. The girl, who had seemed so downcast and timid, was now bombarding her with questions. She smiled, though. It seemed she had opened her up.

"I think it would be alright if you slept in my dorm, if Madame Domina approves," she said warmly, "but we must wait for her to announce to the new schools where their sleeping quarters will be." She then remembered a certain factor in what would happen if the other girl slept in her dorm, and something fearful seemed to show through momentarily in her calm eyes. I won't be in the dorm at the same time, though, she assured herself in thought. I'll...hide somewhere. Relaxing a bit, she returned to her serene manner.

"My wand contains phoenix feather," she added, patting Larka. Her gaze now wandered to the Durmstrang boy who had interloped, and she looked at him thoughtfully.

"My power is more of a...gift, you might say," she said to him quietly, "and using it for my own gain would destroy its purpose, as it is only useful in helping others. I'd rather not go into specifics, though, if you don't mind..." She trailed off, looking at the fox in her lap. Feeding her another tidbit of food, she wandered off, losing herself in thoughts and memories.
 
Smiling, piper takes her wand out of her pocket, and studies it. "Thank you for letting me sleep in your dorm. My wand…..my wand is 16 inches with three unicorn hairs in it, and a sliver of unicorn horn. My wand is extremely rare. It happens to be the only olivander wand with unicorn horn in it." Looking at her wand, and twirling it in her fingers, she secretly thinks about her dummy spell, and how she has never spent a single night in bed while at Hogwarts. Being in this castle wouldn't be any different, excited, piper shivers slightly. She looks forward to exploring the new castle and discovering its secrets. "I have…….powers of a sort too, but I don't really want to tell you what they are, until I get to know you more. Just don't get me angry or scared. Don't scare me. Or you might find your self-" cutting her self off from a deadly mistake which might lose her first and only friend, she goes within her self, and thinks about her family.
 
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Hello, all. Nat is back, at least when she's at work! That's right, I'm totally being a naughty girl and disobeying my mother, but I'm not too worried about it. I have quite the regular schedual at work, and I would very much like to join this RP. I should be able to keep up just fine, when I can't get on at work, I can peep on at school. I've read every post that's already been posted, and it doesn't seem like it's TOO late to join, as the Goblet scene has not yet begun.

Though, if it is, feel free to inform me and ignore my post.

Name: Trianna Lejer

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Year: 6th (At Hogwarts, a Ravenclaw. Her birthday is in late spring, so she's a little younger than most in her year.)

Description: Trianna has very, very pale skin and long, flowing black hair. Her face is rather round, but not by any standards "fat". Her eyes are a strange, deep indigo. She keeps two strands of hair on the sides of her face braided and pulled around her head in a mock-headpiece kind of style. The rest she just lets flow free, which ocassionally has a bit of a wave. She's rather thin and shapely, but not considered "pretty" or "beautiful" by any. She's much like the "ugly duckling". She is never seen wihtout a strange, teardrop-shaped crystalline necklace hanging on a silver chain around her neck.

Personality: Trianna is hard to get to know, just because she tends to be rather shy. She also has many gaurds set up. She is desperatly afraid of being hurt. But once you break through that outer shell, she is a deeper, truer friend than any you have previously known. Underneath her outside layer, she's caring, compassionate, and understanding. At heart, though she would never truly admit it to ANYONE, she's a terrible romantic. But, she remains thoroughly convinced that no one would ever love her, because no one has ever really tried. She is very modest and doesn't think a whole lot of herself.

Wand: 11 1/4", maple, unicorn hair

Pet: a tiny, arctic fox, Kimbala. Kimbala has pure white fur that shines like snow in the sunlight. The tips of her ears are a black as dark as Trianna's hair, and her paws are the same color. The tip of her tail is also dipped in the midnight hue.

Special Talents: Trianna is a total bookworm. Many think she is insane, but she would much rather spend a sunny day by the lake reading on history or new spells than fooling around. She has a knack for charms. Her necklace is a symbol of her unique power. Trianna is a shape-shifter, but she has very little control over the power. Her mother, who was the gene donor for the shape-shifting, passed on when Trianna was only two, and thus, Trianna never learned to control herself. Being a shape-shifter has given her the ability to speak to most animals, though she has a difficult time communicating with Hippogriffs. While it is not exactly "special", Trianna does have great talent as a ballet dancer.

Rp sample: (OOC: If it's all right, I'll just use my RP sample as my first post, that way, if I'm accepted, I can get right in to the RP)

I was invisible, as per usual. Not literally, of course, but no one ever seemed to notice me. I was sitting at a table with a few Durmstrong students, and a couple of very wary Buebaxton girls as well. I couldn't help but be amused by the powder-blue robed girls. They were so proper, it was eerie.

Kimbala sat in my lap, taking the offered peices of meat in my hands. The little fox-pup was perhaps more well-mannered than many of the boys in the room. Then again, that wasn't exactly hard to do.

The boy next to me seemed to be frightening the rest of the people on the table. I had to admit, he had a rather intimidating presence, but it didn't cause any intense fear in my heart. There was a great wolf sitting underneath him. I couldn't help but smile. Wolves and I tended to get along quite well.

My indigo gaze only flicked over the wolf for a second before I was focusing back on the asparagas on my plate. I hated to eat meat. Hated to kill. It wasn't my thing. I only tolerated it because Kimbala would perish without it. Even then, I stayed away from red meats. Kimbala didn't mind, she rather enjoyed turkey.

Though, as of now, she wasn't terribly interested in the turkey I was offering her. Her coal black eyes were peering over the edge of my seat, watching the wolf intently.

"Kimbala," I said in a lightly chiding manner. "Don't stare."

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Again, let me know if I'm accepted or if it's too late... Thank you in advance!
 
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OOC: Fwee! *glomps* I'm pretty sure signing up now is fine, Nat. ^^ Welcome back!

IC:

"It's alright," Angel replied, shrugging. "You wouldn't care to know my secrets, either." She shivered, tracing a deep scar hidden in the sleeve of her left arm. Still refusing to eat anything at all, she fed another piece of food to Larka, sinking back into a thoughtful silence. Her mind wandered once again as she became lost in thought, a very dangerous occurence.

They were all so normal, even the other Beauxbatons girls. They could even be called happy as they chatted with each other, smiling and laughing. Sighing, Angel stared at the floor. It was nice that they were in a good mood, but... Suddenly, Angel felt extremely insecure. A fire unlike anything that had been seen there before surfaced in her calm eyes, a flame that was cold and unfeeling, perhaps even angry. Fighting her own instincts, it seemed, the girl avoided everyone's eyes, forcing herself to remain still and in her seat.
 
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A smile took my face now and I said to this girl, "People, they will use you, yes? It is better to use them, destroy them first." I laughed and leaned close into her, saying, "There is no power that cannot be used for yourself. Service to others, it is a trap of the veak to force the strong into slavery to their 'greater good.' The only good in this vorld is yourself, your gain, and your pleasure. Little girl would to well to learn this."
 
OOC: Bleh, sorry for the OOC only post, but can somebody make the headmistress tell us where the other schools sleep, or something? I can't really do much until then...since my character didn't really bother to socialize with anyone. Not the socializing type.
 
I cast a quick glance at him. "If I take your advice, that would mean I should stay far away from you. Means everyone should stay far away from each other. Kind of ruins being able gain anything when you can't find someone to rob, eh?" I said easilly, eating one of the tender stalks of asparagas on my plate.

Kimbala stared up at me, not used to my outburst of emotion.
 
I gave a smile to the interloper as well, saying, "Robbery? Robbery is another tool of the wak-minded. Vith robbery, one has money. Vith power, one has control, dominance. One has vhatever they vish." I dropped a hand down and scratched Ghost behind the ears and bared my canines to my dinner companions in a twisted parody that might be taken for a smile by the dull-witted.
 
OOC: We're getting there...even though it's taking forever. >_> Gah, my apologies for the dramatics....

IC: Angel was slowest to react to the boy's statement. She was busy, it seemed, with her own problems. "I...have to disagree, sir..." she said, unaware even that any words had been said succeeding the first mention of using power for one's own gain. The five words seemed to have used up her last remaining sense. Angel's eyes flashed: blue, red, blue, red, blue, red, bluish red....red. She hissed softly to herself. Control.... she thought, shaking. She was not aware of anything anymore, only fighting what was inside herself.

As Angel struggled with her inner demons, Madame Domina was calmly explaining where the schools were to sleep. "Zere are dormitor-ees a few hallz down to ze left. Zere are three rooms: one for ze Durmstrangs, one for ze Hogwarts, and one for vwe Beauxbatons, each with individual rooms inside. Vwe hope you will find yourselves comfortable and rested for tomorrow's events." Smiling at the newcomers and her own students, she swept off down the hall, and there was a clatter as students began filing out after her.
 
I merely rolled my eyes and turned back to my plate. "I never said you would robbing for money," I whispered darkly. "There are many more valuable things that one can make off with."

Kimbala made a small squeaking noise as she jumped off of my lap. She wandered over to the wolf with a playful expression.

"Kimbala," I said softly, my tone laden with warning.
 
Chariot paused in her meal to stare at the boy who was so openly talking about robbery, power, and deciet. She raised two thin eyebrow's and shook her head, returning to her stew.

She was surprised to see that there was none left. Chariot let her eyes sweep across the dining hall, and saw many of the students from each school congregated at certain tables. This seemed to be the table with most variety. But so far, to Chariot's attention, the only Durmstrang student she'd seen and or met, was this boy. And he didn't make the greatest impression. Now she knew why BeauxBatons was in such a rivalry with them. The boy's didn't seem to have any manners, and chatted easily, unlike the BeauxBaton girls who were taught to talk lightly.

She sniffed and averted her gaze. So many Hogwarts students...Ripping off a tiny sliver of her baguette, she popped it into her mouth daintily, and chewed slowly as she watched her surroundings. She would normally be easily having conversation had the topic not been what it was.
 
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