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 Wolves & Sheep, Clara <3
Florentin Deschamps
 Posted: Feb 19 2017, 09:57 AM
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"Looks still cute but lips are sore"

AGE:
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YEAR:
7th
HOUSE:
Slytherin
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Neutral
HEIGHT:
6'2
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Rep: 9 pts [ + | - ]

Florentin Deschamps
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Winter refused to fade away, clinging to the grounds of the castle like cheap makeup - the kind that wiped off easily whenever it was not supposed to do so, yet stuck to one’s face in the evening when it needed to be removed. There were still remains of snow, and the cold air was biting into Florentin’s cheeks, painting them in a sore red colour he did not appreciate whenever he saw his reflection in one shiny surface or another. He walked with his usual poise and grace, all the way from the Slytherin common room where he had been idly doing homework towards this one hallway with its pillars and arched bows, the withering decorations that spoke of a time when this castle had not been such a hole - although for the French boy, it was hard to imagine that these times had ever existed. Hogwarts would always be dulled by the glow his memories of Beauxbatons radiated, and he had to admit that he also was not even willing to give the castle a chance to show its beauty to him.

Slender fingers patted the pocket of his long coat, making sure the cigarette package was inside. He could have smoked in the dorm, or even in the common room, uncaring of all those people who would condemn him for it - but he did not, because the house of Slytherin held at least two people he held dear, and he did not want to feel disturbed by his little guilty pleasure, the stress relief he needed so badly. And, just to name another perk of smoking, it calmed the hunger he often felt from carefully avoiding meals, wincing at the sight of the greasy food that was served. He almost wanted to go and find Sumner only to beg him to ask for food from home, as Flo would unfortunately not be able to ask his own parents for a French care package - not unlike the one his little brother had received. Life was unfair in many ways, yet it had a way of turning its back to Florentin and making him feel worse than he already did.

No one crossed his path as he wandered towards the hallway, a cool late winter sun throwing patches of light onto the stone ground and a soft breeze from open windows brushing over the snake’s long, smooth hair. He liked those hours after class when the castle seemed to calm down, preparing itself for sleep while the students were busy to recover from the day - and that was his own plan as well, to spend a few moments all by himself, with just the burning taste of nicotine on his tongue. A charm or two would later on remove the scent of cold smoke from his clothes, his hair and breath, because nothing was allowed to blemish the perfect piece of art that was Florentin Deschamps - not even himself, while he sometimes wished he would have taken on a habit that was less connected to a bad scent.

Once he had reached his destination, he leaned against one of the pillars and took the silver lighter out of his pocket, flicking it open and watching the steady flame for a moment before taking out a cigarette as well, putting it between his lips and holding the flame against it. All those movements took a mere few seconds, yet they were all gracefully and skilled executed, without a tremble or a moment of hesitation. At this point, Florentin was not aware someone else was occupying his smoking space.

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Clara Santos
 Posted: Feb 20 2017, 06:53 AM
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"most cinnamon roll of cinnamon rolls"

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Clara loved to be around people, she really did. Though large crowds still made her uneasy, even a smaller group could sometimes be too much, none of this changed the fact that she genuinely enjoyed getting to know strangers and becoming their friends. It was almost like every new person was a new unique and beautiful book just waiting to be read. Perhaps a childhood devoid of them made Clara hunger for it now, but even though it could be outright painful for her some days, she liked to walk amongst the crowded halls, listening to the chatter rise and fall around her. The fact that there were so many strange and foreign tones to listen for only made it more interesting.

Back home, the melody of the students’ chatter was all the same. The beat and key might’ve shifted, but at its core, it was recognizably the same song. Here though, the song was always changing, it was a shapeshifter that never stayed in one form for too long. As soon as Clara thought she recognized something, it would switch to something else, and she would be left confused all over again. Still, much like a ferris wheel was both exhilarating and dizzying, it never took long for it all to be too much, and Clara was forced to retreat to less populated areas of the castle to catch her breath.

Now, for example. Clara was still a stranger in the castle and getting used to its discombobulatingly maze-like ways, so she’d gotten a little turned around at some point during her habitual “crowdsurfing”, as she liked to call it, too. Still, it had achieved the favorable result of getting her to a nice quiet place for a while, so the Hufflepuff decided to take the opportunity it presented. Leaning against a wall for a moment, she took several deep breaths, slipping into one of her regular breathing exercises to calm herself.

Lost in the blank mindspace the meditation offered, she was not aware of anyone slipping into her little corner of the castle until she inhaled---and was hit with the harsh stench of smoke. Instantly slipping into a coughing fit, Clara wisely remembered her last asthma attack and quickly reached for her inhaler. A puff from the device sent clean air back into her lungs, thankfully, but the smoke remained, and her eyes and lungs both watered from it. Stepping out from the corner, and towards the source, she was faced with an unfamiliar-looking blonde boy.

Coughing politely to get his attention, and nearly going into another racking fit as she inhaled another puff of smoke, Clara spoke, “E-excuse me, but could you--please not s-smoke?” That was a bit less polite than she had intended, but she was having a harder time speaking already.

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Florentin Deschamps
 Posted: Feb 22 2017, 10:39 AM
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"Looks still cute but lips are sore"

AGE:
17
YEAR:
7th
HOUSE:
Slytherin
CLASH:
Neutral
HEIGHT:
6'2
STATUS:
Pureblood
POSTS:
839
Rep: 9 pts [ + | - ]

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Florentin did not enjoy being lonely, but sometimes he just wanted to be alone and wallow in self-pity more than anything else. Those late afternoon after classes were reserved for him mentally playing through all those scenarios of things he could do if he were still at Beauxbatons, of how his life would be so much better if he would be anywhere but here. Eventually, he had a very masochistic side that forced him to play through all these thoughts again and again until the tears were burning in his eyes - tears of frustration and anger he never allowed himself to cry in public, only in the darkness of his dorm when he was pressing his face into the pillows. But even the pillows were not as soft as they used to be, and it gave him nothing but a bad night’s sleep and dark circles underneath his eyes.

The familiar taste of nicotine calmed his nerves and soothed his mind, although he was well aware of those horror visions of yellowed fingertips, of rotting teeth and blackened lungs. But he was delusional enough to think he was above such things, that nothing could really harm him if he only believed in it with enough energy. Florentin was caught up in daydreams and fantasies, although they seemed to slip through his fingers much like the smoke from his cigarette was floating towards the ceiling and around the pillars. Only when someone started coughing he was torn away from those and looked up again, carelessly snipping ashes towards the ground.

He moved and turned around, staring at an unfamiliar girl who was - of course - smaller than he was and seemed to be coughing from the smoke. It simply was not fair - this was his smoking place, a small sanctuary he had picked to escape all the idiots that lived in his castle. Yet here she was, asking him if he could please not smoke. Flo raised a brow at her, the cigarette dangling from his slender fingers. He did not raise it to his lips again and watched the girl instead, incapable of realising the symptoms of muggle diseases such as asthma. The young man was good at ignoring symptoms, just like he was good at ignoring the symptoms of his fainting spells when they approached.

“If it does not please you, why don’t you leave instead of asking me to stop?” Flo gave back in a cold, arrogant tone that was still accompanied by a sweet smile as he tilted his head. This girl was odd in many ways, and her voice seemed to be troubled already, coming pressed and ragged. Still, the French boy did not make the connection.

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Clara Santos
 Posted: Feb 28 2017, 07:57 AM
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"most cinnamon roll of cinnamon rolls"

AGE:
16
YEAR:
6th
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Hufflepuff
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Clara Santos
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Awards: 1




The unknown boy raised his head to look at her, raising his brows and not quite frowning. It was almost enough to make Clara flinch back and apologize, as she’d clearly somehow annoyed him. Before she could even begin to wonder what she did wrong, he explained it bluntly, in a cold tone that made her wish she could warm it up. Was he always like this, or had she simply made a terrible first impression? Whatever the case, she clearly needed to apologize, because he was quite right.

Eyes widening, Clara’s hands flew to her open mouth in horror, coughing lightly at the same time as she gasped. “I’m s-so sorry. You are absolutely correct. I didn’t think about how rude I was being.” Shaking her head, the Hufflepuff was truly disappointed in herself. She was being selfish, thinking only of herself, when she asked the boy to stop smoking in her presence. Though, he would probably benefit from being smoke-free as well, health wise, she considered, but that was not something to say after making such a mistake. “I’m s-sorry for being selfish in my request. I would still like to be friends, if possible?”

Clara turned hopeful, slightly watery, eyes on the boy. Though this meeting was hardly off to a good start, the Hufflepuff was sure it would be better next time. Perhaps she could wear some kind of mask next time? Or hopefully, the boy would realize how terrible smoking was for his health and stop on his own. “M-maybe we can start over. My name is Clara S-Santos. Nice to m-meet you.” She gave him a sweet smile that was only slightly marred by the brief coughing fit that followed.

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Florentin Deschamps
 Posted: Mar 20 2017, 02:19 AM
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"Looks still cute but lips are sore"

AGE:
17
YEAR:
7th
HOUSE:
Slytherin
CLASH:
Neutral
HEIGHT:
6'2
STATUS:
Pureblood
POSTS:
839
Rep: 9 pts [ + | - ]

Florentin Deschamps
© Tine // She/Her
Awards: 61



Florentin did not know what was going on in the strange girl’s head - and quite frankly, he could not care less either. Who was she to come here and demand him to move or stop smoking? It was, after all, one of the few pleasures he had left in life, and he always came to this exact place - ever since he had been forced to transfer to the dreadful castle. There were several reasons why he did not not smoke in front of others, reasons he did not wish to elaborate, as in the end, everything was about leaving a good impression. An impression like this would be destroyed by the fact that golden boy Florentin Antoine Deschamps was spending several minutes a day in winding hallways to cater to his guilty pleasures, in total ignorance of his health and his looks for once.

Although it had to be said that his health was generally in a rather fragile state, standing on shaky legs with little help to be as perfect as it could be if he would smoke less and eat more regularly, instead of going on eating sprees only to throw most of it up again - sometimes deliberately, sometimes accidentally. And then he was dragged out of his thoughts by the girl’s apologies - words that made the tall French boy tilt his head at her, wondering whether she was kidding. I would still like to be friends, if possible? He had not come here to make friends - he had come here to be alone, and yet she was here. It was probably best not to answer, the venom already waiting on his tongue to be spilled.

He took another drag from the cigarette, yet blew the smoke in a different direction before stubbing it on the window sill, a wave of his wand removing the smoke from the air, as well as the stench of it. There were symptoms he could not quite fathom, yet he also did not wish to carry this girl to the Hospital Wing, ending in some letter being sent home that his secret smoking habits had caused someone to pass out and die.

Instead, he crossed his arms and watched her. Clara Santos. Not a name that sparked a memory, therefore no significance at all. Florentin did not feel like he should bother, yet he had not been raised in a barn, and manners were written in capital letters in the Deschamps family. “Florentin Deschamps,” he gave back, not even bothering to offer his hand - there was no need to touch the rabble just because he spoke to them.

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