Leslie Poe
January 11, 2018 1:48 PM
Introductions by Leslie Poe
Leslie stood off to the side, took a loose curl of dark red hair behind his glasses, as he look around him wonder. Despite the obvious small group of new students near him, he didn't join them for the sudden flash of fear that ran through his bones. It wasn't that he was afraid exactly but there was only so much a person could take before they snapped. Heck, a few weeks ago he didn't even know magic existed! He was only ten after all, and after the event that shall not spoken of, which involved a hoodoo priestess during a trip to New Orleans two years ago he and his parents decided it was best not to think of it.Looking back to the children as they discussed what seemed to be either magic or classes, he quickly cooled his expressions, forcing faux happiness into his mood. If wanted to make friends, which would be hard considering he only had one friend in his life and an girl at that, he would just have to suck it up and hope that his 'newness' wasn't too obvious.
Deciding he'd start with someone on their own, he turned away from the trio. Straightening his back he walked over to another student, proper etiquette that was instilled into him by his parents since they adopted him, drilled into his brain for a formal greeting.
"Hello, how do you do? My name is Leslie," he told the nearest person.
-(OOC- Hey everybody, I don't know much this is but I hope this is good enough =D)
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Jasmine Delachene
January 11, 2018 2:29 PM
Cowgirl in pink by Jasmine Delachene
OoC (out of character): Heya, Leslie! Don’t worry, you’re doing great! We’re just moving you up here so we don’t have the madness of a four person thread and you can have a bit more opportunity to post. The sandbox is here for you to practice and make mistakes in and the feel of how it all works before the new term starts! BiC (back in character):Jasmine stood in the middle of the courtyard, trying not to look like she was nervous. This was Sonora. Mom told so many stories about this place (and not all of them were entirely good - though at least she hadn’t seen Flatt listed as a professor anywhere, so there was that improvement since her mother’s day).
Uncle Daniel taught here, too, so it wasn’t like she was completely on her own in the Arizona school. She could do this. Just go, and talk to somebody and make a friend. Surely the first one would be the hardest, then after that, she could make lots of friends, get a whole Society together, like her mom had.
Yes. She could do this.
Jasmine straightened her pink cowgirl hat, adjusted the pink fringe on her designer cowgirl chic outfit and was about to step forth in her very fine pink cowgirl boots (none of which did she wear while actually attending to the horses on her family’s ranch) when someone else approached her first.
His name was Leslie. Good to know. One person known, one less stranger around her. This was good. She was well on her way to making her way in her new school.
“Hi,” she replied politely, giving the barest hint of a curtsy, which was reflexive after hearing ‘how do you do?’ She was hardly dressed for curtsying, but she could at least smile at the boy. “My name is Jasmine. Jasmine Delachene of the California Delachenes,” it was the pureblood way of introducing oneself though she wasn’t actually pureblooded. Her father was, yes, and many of her mother’s close friends were, but Mom had been a muggleborn herself, which meant Jasmine most likely qualified as a half-blood to those who tracked such things. Jasmine did not. She was a Lady, and that was all there was to it.
“This is exciting, isn’t it? Being at Sonora finally? Have you had family attend before?”
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