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| Raphael Armand Sorèl | Jul 5 2017, 03:38 AM Post #1 |
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today the first step was made that would be part of a bigger whole "no- no- no!" they exclaimed as he pushed himself through a group of people, the crowd becoming thicker and almost giving him the impression he was about to suffocate. luckily, he reached an open space. right in front of a large building that he had yet to enter. unaware of what to do, raphael chose to rest on the pavement that was higher up and closer to the large building's entrance. to make himself feel somewhat safe, raphael pulled his knees in |
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| Delphine Leblanc | Jul 5 2017, 07:16 PM Post #2 |
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How can you feel so nervous when you've been here so many times? Delphine is hiding her face behind her hair like she always does. Her mother's hand feels warm and ensuring everything will be alright. But it's so busy in here, how can it be alright? And when you have to buy so many things for school, it's so easy to forget something! Totally stressed out and absorbed in thoughts, she follows her mother to the first shop. There are so many kids of Delphine's age in Rue Flamel today, but most of them seem so calm and excited. Still holding her mother's hand, she's walking through a big crowd. Delphine is feeling so scared, small and stressed out. When her mother pulls her away from the crowd to an open space, she's finally able to breathe again. She's still feeling a bit stressed, but when she sees the boy on the pavement, alone, all her fears are gone for a second. Delphine pulls her mother's hand and pointed at the lonely boy. 'Mom, he's alone. Can we help him?' She keeps staring at the boy, not sure what to do. |
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| Louisiana Albergo | Jul 5 2017, 11:36 PM Post #3 |
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Hard, wooden door falling shut behind them, mismatched footsteps try to keep up with the adults around her. Pleading eyes look up at the hardened look of her father. "Per favore, papá, per favore !" The nervousness of entering such a magical place for the first time had vanished the second brown hues had fallen upon the softest, fluffiest looking animals she'd ever seen. The pleas constantly falling from her lips as she practically begs her father for the pet. When small hands wrap around bigger, more calloused ones, Louisiana tries to tug him back with her but it was all in vain. Suddenly stopping, stubbornly waiting for her father to agree with her one and only request !! ( which would be forgotten in the next hour, her father would think ) her eyes catch something sitting besides her. Just like her father thought, the worries were forgotten and replaced by a certain new one. Head cocked to the side, she speaks up, "Ciao ragazzo." a big smile covering her face though even that one fades fast when she notices the panick-stricking look on the boy's face. Brows knit together, an unsure "are you okay?" being questioned, doubting he would understand her. Edited by Louisiana Albergo, Jul 5 2017, 11:37 PM.
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| Raphael Armand Sorèl | Jul 6 2017, 12:25 AM Post #4 |
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the current frantic state of mind the young french boy dwelled in would not be easily get rid of.it was something that completely took control of raphael's being raphael tried to focus |
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| Baldoin Caron | Jul 11 2017, 02:57 PM Post #5 |
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Through the dense crowd a boy with dark brown locks and dark brown eyes was constantly pulling the hand of a grey, aged lady in a purple dress. "Miss, what is Olli- Ollivane- Ollivanders?" the boy said, the woman looked down and calmly answered: "That's where you will get your very own wand.". The boy's eyes became bigger and he exclaimed: "I want to go there first! Can we go there, Miss? Can we? Please?" The lady looked up again and told the boy they should first pay a visit to Gringotts Wizarding Bank, where they would exchange money first. A little bit disappointed the boy looked around and in front of a building, on the steps a boy was sitting, sobbing. The boy pulled his small hand out of the grip of the lady's hand and ran towards the boy with the pinkish cheeks. He stopped right in front of the other boy and shortly looked at the girl with the brown hair, he curiously asked: "Is something wrong? Can I help you?" He looked at the boy with a sincere smile on his face and sat down beside him, waiting for an answer. |
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| Beaubelle Chevalier | Jul 12 2017, 01:54 PM Post #6 |
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Together with her father Beaubelle walked down the street of Rue Flamel. It wasn't far from their home since they lived in Paris too. Beaubelle loved Paris and especially the shops, with every visit she always brought home a new piece of clothes. She couldn't really help it, it seemed like a addiction and the fact that her parents didn't mind her spending money made it all normal. And today she was her with her dad, because Beaubelle never really spend some time with her mother. She wanted too but it seemed that her mother didn't want it as much as Beaubelle did. The blonde smiled at her father and took his hand. " Are we almost there dad?'' the young girl asked to her big example. She couldn't wait to buy her very first wand, and had a lot of expectations. As the blonde almost arrived at her destination she saw a group of people and one crying boy from around her age. The blonde stopped for a moment and pulled her dad along with her. '' What's going on here? '' Beaubelle asked curious and looked at the crying boy. She hated it when she saw people crying, she herself was almost never sad, since she enjoyed her perfect life. But when it didn't went as she wanted thing to go, she could be really mad. Edited by Beaubelle Chevalier, Jul 12 2017, 01:56 PM.
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| Louisiana Albergo | Jul 17 2017, 10:56 PM Post #7 |
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Brown hues flicker to the two new kids suddenly appearing besides them and offering the boy some good natured words. A beaming smile is thrown their way, greeting them both before Louisiana's attention returns to the distraught boy. Offering her hand before she speaks, giving him the choice to either grab it or not. "We could try to search for her, together. With a group as big as ours it would be easier to find her! Right? The question is directed at the blonde and the other boy. "And our parents can join us, so we don't lose them too!" It was a pretty solid idea in her opinion.
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| Raphael Armand Sorèl | Jul 18 2017, 11:47 AM Post #8 |
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as more people joined around him, raphael felt the need to make himself become small again. thus, the boy in great distress pulled his knees closer to his chest now that raphael's hand was interwined with the girl's, he could feel everything start to calm down. the sun looked like it was back up, the moody clouds were slowly parting to reveal a beautiful blue sky and the crowd that seemed so intimidating revealed itself to become only a handful of people that expressed their worries about him. "thank you." presuming it was the only way he could thank the group of people that came to his rescue, for now. as his fragile confidence slowly returned, raphael gatehred all of his courage to tilt his head upwards Edited by Raphael Armand Sorèl, Jul 18 2017, 03:15 PM.
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| Delphine Leblanc | Jul 18 2017, 12:03 PM Post #9 |
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Delphine watched all the people joining the group. She looked up to her mom, who looked like she was determined to help too. She was feeling a bit overwhelmed, but also proud of all the kind people. She locked her eyes on the boy who lost his mother, not sure what to ask next. Her brain was racing with ideas to find the boys mother. What does she look like? There are probably so many people who look the same. Maybe a name? Yes, that should do it! She looked up to her mother again. ' Maybe we should ask for his mother's name?' Waiting for approval, she stared at her mother, to make sure she would ask the right thing. When she got her approval, she looked at the boy again. Smiling shyly, she was looking for the courage to ask the boy for his mother's name. Eh, ahum.. ' She coughs in the hope the boy would hear what she was asking. ' What is your mother's name?' She tried to talk loud enough for him to hear her question. |
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