Davi wandered down the path to Hogsmead, Huginn perched on his shoulder as he walked. It had been a while since he and the Raven had just wandered and while his beloved pet rarely if ever strayed from him, he didn't feel right just keeping him indoors all the time. He spoke softly to the bird reaching up to pet its feather on his chest and head when Huginn lowered it enough for him to do so.
Huginn could speak not full sentences but he'd picked up a few words here and there like any good Corvid could, especially with someone who talked to them as much as Davi did. He was content just walking along when the bird lightly pecked at him and cawed behind him causing Davi to pause and glass back. The shock of bright red hair told him precisely who the figure coming was and he immediately smiled. "Miss Valtoris, what a surprise."
The large black Raven cawed from his perch on his shoulder again and Davi chuckled, "It's alright Huginn, she's one of my students." The bird hopped a bit from one foot to the other on his shoulder as she neared before a strangely croaked voice came, "Student…" Smiling he reached up petting him, "Yes a student, very good Sir."
Turning his attention back towards her he gave a little bow as he often did with his students before straightening up and adjusting his vest and coat. "You know I'd have commented on the hair change but I get the distinct impression you are not happy with it?" He'd never seen her look like she wanted to hurt someone and given he'd noticed Mr Smith's face was suspiciously red as well, it didn't take his abilities to figure out something was amiss.
Plausible Deniability [Miral]
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Miral Valtoris
- 6th Year | Prefect | Seeker
- Player: Nova
Miral had been in the middle of some long strides as she walked towards Hogsmeade when she heard Davi calling out to her. Her hair was still, in fact, bright red, after Zeke's little prank (His face was definitely still red too), but she seemed to be rocking it rather well. She looked at Huginn curiously, tilting her head as it said "student", "How curious," she managed, waiting to hear why the professor had gotten her attention.
She bowed her head in response to his bow before he posed the statement/question that had her scoff. She turned to resume walking, at a pace that would give Davi the indication she was expecting him to walk alongside as she continued on her way, "Not particularly," she said, coldly, "But I'm in the midst of devising some ways to make sure the person who did such a poor job regrets their decision," she hummed, only the tiniest bits of that murderous malice making its way into her voice.
"I'm going to get... supplies from Hogsmeade. Maybe touch up my hair while I'm at it," she ran a hand over her head.
She bowed her head in response to his bow before he posed the statement/question that had her scoff. She turned to resume walking, at a pace that would give Davi the indication she was expecting him to walk alongside as she continued on her way, "Not particularly," she said, coldly, "But I'm in the midst of devising some ways to make sure the person who did such a poor job regrets their decision," she hummed, only the tiniest bits of that murderous malice making its way into her voice.
"I'm going to get... supplies from Hogsmeade. Maybe touch up my hair while I'm at it," she ran a hand over her head.
Strength is not measured by the power we possess but by the will to never back down from a challenge.
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Davi Baptiste
- Divination
- Player: Grim
Davi chuckled as he easily fell into step beside her, Huginn shifting slightly on his shoulder, feathers ruffling as if he too were judging the situation. “Ah, revenge then. Always a fascinating motivation,” he mused, glancing at her with amusement. “Though, I do wonder if it’s the best course of action. One must always consider whether the satisfaction is worth the consequences.”
His tone was light, not a reprimand—just a nudge to make sure she wasn’t about to do anything too reckless. Then again, he had no doubt Miral was more than capable of handling herself.
Huginn cawed again, flapping his wings slightly. “Regrets,” the raven echoed, earning a smirk from Davi.
“See? Even Huginn thinks your prankster may have something to worry about,” he said, reaching up to stroke the bird’s head before glancing at her hair again. “Though, if you’re looking for guidance, I might know a person who would be willing to listen to your plans and whittle down the list to which ones would work best. You know a little divine guidance so to speak.”
There was a glint of mischief in his eyes—he wasn’t about to outright encourage vengeance, but he certainly wouldn’t stand in her way. “Shall we?” he asked, gesturing toward the village ahead. He didn't appreciate bullying in any form having been subjected to it for most of his childhood, so if he could even the playing field in this situation his younger self would certainly feel avenged in a small way.
His tone was light, not a reprimand—just a nudge to make sure she wasn’t about to do anything too reckless. Then again, he had no doubt Miral was more than capable of handling herself.
Huginn cawed again, flapping his wings slightly. “Regrets,” the raven echoed, earning a smirk from Davi.
“See? Even Huginn thinks your prankster may have something to worry about,” he said, reaching up to stroke the bird’s head before glancing at her hair again. “Though, if you’re looking for guidance, I might know a person who would be willing to listen to your plans and whittle down the list to which ones would work best. You know a little divine guidance so to speak.”
There was a glint of mischief in his eyes—he wasn’t about to outright encourage vengeance, but he certainly wouldn’t stand in her way. “Shall we?” he asked, gesturing toward the village ahead. He didn't appreciate bullying in any form having been subjected to it for most of his childhood, so if he could even the playing field in this situation his younger self would certainly feel avenged in a small way.
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Miral Valtoris
- 6th Year | Prefect | Seeker
- Player: Nova
"Consequences? No offense, but that's a rude statement to make to a Slytherin. Consequences entails that I got caught doing something against the rules," Miral gave a Cheshire smile.
As he offered his guidance, she smirked a bit, "Well, I'm going to get the advice just now in the Three Broomsticks, but perhaps your advice would be tamer than his. My uncle is a little... heavy handed," she hummed a little, tilting her head side to side, "But I feel like he won't suggest some of his crazier ideas with a wit- third party around," she smiled sweetly.
She gave a nod of her head before starting to walk ahead towards the village. She'd walk with him into the Broomsticks, looking around as they walked inside, "Where is he?" she hummed a little before breaking out into a grin, "Uncle Lysander!" She waved and hurried to a table where the male she was looking for waited.
He stood and held his arms out, "Ah, ma petite impératrice!" he said in French, hugging her as she came into his arms, giving her a firm squeeze, getting a laugh out of her before he lifted a part of her red hair, "Your beautiful hair, what a shame," He hummed, an edge to that last word, but she put her hand on his and the edge retracted.
"I don't know. I think I'm inspired to try a new color. I'm going to handle that after we're finished here. But, let's not be rude, a professor has walked with me all the way here for this conversation," she smiled and looked over, "Professor Baptiste, this is my uncle Lysander Malfoy."
Lysander's name wasn't unfamiliar amongst the wizarding world, but his name was usually said with skepticism and doubt about his character. He looked up at Davi and gave a polite smile before extending his hand to shake, "A pleasure."
As he offered his guidance, she smirked a bit, "Well, I'm going to get the advice just now in the Three Broomsticks, but perhaps your advice would be tamer than his. My uncle is a little... heavy handed," she hummed a little, tilting her head side to side, "But I feel like he won't suggest some of his crazier ideas with a wit- third party around," she smiled sweetly.
She gave a nod of her head before starting to walk ahead towards the village. She'd walk with him into the Broomsticks, looking around as they walked inside, "Where is he?" she hummed a little before breaking out into a grin, "Uncle Lysander!" She waved and hurried to a table where the male she was looking for waited.
He stood and held his arms out, "Ah, ma petite impératrice!" he said in French, hugging her as she came into his arms, giving her a firm squeeze, getting a laugh out of her before he lifted a part of her red hair, "Your beautiful hair, what a shame," He hummed, an edge to that last word, but she put her hand on his and the edge retracted.
"I don't know. I think I'm inspired to try a new color. I'm going to handle that after we're finished here. But, let's not be rude, a professor has walked with me all the way here for this conversation," she smiled and looked over, "Professor Baptiste, this is my uncle Lysander Malfoy."
Lysander's name wasn't unfamiliar amongst the wizarding world, but his name was usually said with skepticism and doubt about his character. He looked up at Davi and gave a polite smile before extending his hand to shake, "A pleasure."
Strength is not measured by the power we possess but by the will to never back down from a challenge.
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Davi Baptiste
- Divination
- Player: Grim
He'd kept stride with Miral effortlessly, Huginn comfortably settled on his shoulder feathers twitching until they reached the building. The bird flew off with a caw and took residence on a nearby branch. Davi gave him a nod before he followed Miral and they stepped into the warm bustle of the Three Broomsticks. But the moment Lysander stood, Davi’s breath caught thankfully not visibly give his years of practice hiding such reactions. Lysander Malfoy was exactly the kind of man Davi noticed. Tall, chiseled, with a confidence that filled the space around him like smoke. He was curiously surprised to note he did not share the trademark Malfoy hair color though.
He had the kind of presence that made people shift unconsciously to make room whether out of fear, respect, wariness, or awe. Maybe all four. And Davi felt the pull immediately, dark eyes calmly shifting between Miral and Lysander to hide it. He didn’t flinch or fluster, that wasn't what he did; he'd choke on it before he gave it away outwardly. But something in his chest hummed, low and private and distinctly intrigued. Attraction to new people wasn’t anything new to him, nor was the art of keeping it locked tight behind polite interest. The wizarding world wasn’t always kind, and he’d learned when to speak and when to watch. So he watched.
Miral’s introduction pulled him back from that brief, burning scan sharp jaw, deeper eyes, the way he looked at her hair with a mix of steel and something softer underneath. Davi let a faint smile curl across his lips, stepping forward smoothly as Lysander extended his hand. “A pleasure Mr Malfoy,” he said warmly, taking the hand with a steady grip, his own expression calm, open, with just enough guarded amusement to pass for professional charm. But his eyes lingered—not long, not boldly, just enough. Looking back at Miral, then to Lysander again, tone kept light but thoughtful and honest.
“Your niece happens to be one of my favorite students so it wasn't hard to notice something was amiss. She makes an impression.” Then, with a wry smirk, “Though I suspect that runs in the family.” Davi took a seat with practiced ease as they did, posture casual but attentive. He wasn’t about to give anything away but the awareness was there, electric beneath his skin. And though he would keep it subtle because not everyone welcomed his gaze, he didn’t shy from it either. Turning his attention toward Miral he smiled softly, "So I assume the culprit is in for a painful or embarrassing lesson in crossing you?"
He had the kind of presence that made people shift unconsciously to make room whether out of fear, respect, wariness, or awe. Maybe all four. And Davi felt the pull immediately, dark eyes calmly shifting between Miral and Lysander to hide it. He didn’t flinch or fluster, that wasn't what he did; he'd choke on it before he gave it away outwardly. But something in his chest hummed, low and private and distinctly intrigued. Attraction to new people wasn’t anything new to him, nor was the art of keeping it locked tight behind polite interest. The wizarding world wasn’t always kind, and he’d learned when to speak and when to watch. So he watched.
Miral’s introduction pulled him back from that brief, burning scan sharp jaw, deeper eyes, the way he looked at her hair with a mix of steel and something softer underneath. Davi let a faint smile curl across his lips, stepping forward smoothly as Lysander extended his hand. “A pleasure Mr Malfoy,” he said warmly, taking the hand with a steady grip, his own expression calm, open, with just enough guarded amusement to pass for professional charm. But his eyes lingered—not long, not boldly, just enough. Looking back at Miral, then to Lysander again, tone kept light but thoughtful and honest.
“Your niece happens to be one of my favorite students so it wasn't hard to notice something was amiss. She makes an impression.” Then, with a wry smirk, “Though I suspect that runs in the family.” Davi took a seat with practiced ease as they did, posture casual but attentive. He wasn’t about to give anything away but the awareness was there, electric beneath his skin. And though he would keep it subtle because not everyone welcomed his gaze, he didn’t shy from it either. Turning his attention toward Miral he smiled softly, "So I assume the culprit is in for a painful or embarrassing lesson in crossing you?"
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