Where: Bella’s place Who: @dahliablackwood​

Part of her felt bad for leaving her date to all but fend for herself when the fighting broke out at the ball. Bella easily could have found Dahlia and helped her somehow stay back from the spells being cast, but she didn’t because in that moment the cause was more important than anything to her. So she extended an invitiation to the vampire for a few drinks at her place, check in on her and ensure she still had an enjoyable night anyway. “Sorry for last night,” The brunette spoke, pouring two glasses of wine before handing one over to the blonde. “I just can’t resist a good fight, hope you found some entertainment for the rest of the evening.”

Starter for ; @dahliablackwood​ Where ; fair faribault

James never found himself in this particular setting. It was late, he should have clocked out by then but in true Potter fashion he was up for doing things that were above his pay grade. Like hunting out anyone he found suspicious in any location possible. He knew his face was well known -- or at least he believe he did -- so the hunting would not come easy. Since that was the case he tried to make himself as enticing as possible. James believed he was attractive, and his ego was enough to boost his own perception so there he was leaning on the bar and ordering himself a drink. Look as normal as possible, don't look like the guy who shouts about equality every two seconds. When a shadow passed by his eyes he made sure to keep his gaze on his drink. "Fancy a drink?"

where: THE GHOST STATION, HORIZONT ALLEY (11AM) with: @dahliablackwood​

Relax Remus, there’s nothing to be worried about. It was easier to keep telling himself that than focus on how nervous he truly was. Remus didn’t date. He hadn’t ever really been in the position to, always too nervous, too shy or finding an excuse to stop talking to anyone where it could have progressed further than friends. Judging by the comments made to Grizel, he had a pretty good idea of who the culprit was who’d sent his name in but having sent in a couple himself he knew he couldn’t be too annoyed. It was comforting to know all of his friends simply wanted what they thought was best for the other even if it did make him anxious. 

He hadn’t wanted to come, but his commitment to being polite and the idea there would be someone stood waiting around for him was worse than the worry he felt standing at The Ghost Station and waiting for someone he might have never met before. Looking up at the clock on the station, Remus watched the hand tick past eleven. Maybe they wouldn’t come, he hoped silently. A brief vision flashed in his mind of him taking off his coat and shoes and crawling back into bed with a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit. The only thing better than making plans after all was having them be cancelled so you could spend your day how you wanted to. It wasn’t a fair thought to have but Remus was an introvert at heart despite how well he played extrovert when needed. 

The sound of shoes hitting the cobbled streets of Horizont Alley caught his attention quickly, his head snapping round in the direction of the sound to see a beautiful blonde heading his way. Surely this had to be a joke. Had the boys sent in a secret note asking for a super model or something? She was beautiful, dressed in dark hues with icy blue eyes and pale skin that added to her ethereal appearance. “Um hi...” Remus began, trying to feign confidence. “I am Remus Lupin, pleasure to meet you, I don’t believe we’ve met.” Holding his hand out in front of him he waited for her to extend her home before deciding if to shake it, kiss it or perhaps kiss her check should he be feeling brave enough, or maybe she would save him the trouble and take the lead, that was what he was looking for after all apparently. 

CLOSED STARTER | @ravenousdiaster

This isn’t real. The one thought running through Douglas Blackwood’s mind in that moment. It couldn’t be - it can’t be. His best friend was missing. How was one supposed to live with that? You hear about it too often: you watch it on the news, see it printed in newspapers, missing person posters planted around the city, you share the posts from pleading, desperate family members to spread the word. But you never expect it to be you or the people you care about. Until it is. He should have known when he never replied to his countless text messages, or returned numerous voicemails that something wasn’t right. The knock at his front door with policemen on his doorstep wanting to ask him questions was what finally made him realise that this... This was all tragically real.  Dougie was trying his hardest to keep himself together, to stay strong, but it was all he could think about. He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, could barely breathe; suffice to say, he wasn’t coping very well. Unable to keep still, his footsteps brought him in front of the door of his best friend’s girlfriend, a shaky hand balled into a fist knocking against the door. He couldn’t imagine what she must have been feeling right now, and despite how he felt, sick to his stomach, he needed to see how she was doing. If he could do anything to help. (He doubted it.) Shifting his weight from one foot to the other as his heart pounded against his chest, the door opened shortly. Before she could get a word in edgeways, he was already off, the words fell freely from his lips.

“Hey,” Dougie managed to croak out, lips forced up into a weak, watery smile. Clearing his throat then, tears already stinging his eyes, he continued, “I’m sorry for just - for just uh, you know, showing up here unannounced. ah -”  He exhaled a shaky breath, words getting caught into his throat. Keep it together, Doug. He carried on. “I just wanted -- I -- how are you holding up?” Truthfully, he didn’t know where else to go. All he knew was that he didn’t want to be by himself, so sought out the only other person who could completely relate. 

SEBASTIEN FONTAINE is TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD and an ESCORT at FAIR FARIBAULT’S in KNOCKTURN ALLEY. He looks remarkably like CHARLES MELTON and considers himself  NEUTRAL. He is currently TAKEN. 

→ OVERVIEW:

tw: death

True love can be shown in many different ways, through lavish gifts or quietly whispered words of affection, but to HUGO and ANTOINETTE FONTAINE their love was shown through the small looks they gave one another across the rooms at high-class parties and functions. A single look between the pair could convey a thousand feelings of love, comfort and need for the other and all of their friends could see it, those that were unmatched themselves would prey upon Merlin himself to have a love that shined even as half as brightly as that of the Fontaines. Blessed with a silver spoon since birth, Hugo created a potions empire for the couple to never want for anything financially. However, all the silver spoons in the world could not offer them their deepest desire. A child. Years of trying and failing, even with the beautiful looks and grace her veela blood offered her, the one thing she truly desired was still out of reach. Finally pregnant Antoinette was well into her third trimester when she wanted to ease her fears for the child so she took it upon herself to get some reassurance about the birth. Waiting for Hugo to leave for work she went to visit a well-known seer in the area VANA RAYNE to see if the woman could see her child’s future. The seer spoke of a fork in the road, there was a choice to be made in regards to the life within Antionette, only one would survive the day of his birth and Antoinette was adamant it would be the child, happy to give her life so that Hugo could raise their child with the love of both parents. 

The day her waters broke Antoinette was rushed to the nearest wizarding hospital and slyly passed a note to the head midwife there, requesting that if it came to a choice between her and her son, they would choose to save his life, knowing that Hugo may not be in the right state of mind to make that decision himself. Complications came and Hugo showed his true colours, he loved Antoinette with all his heart and demanded she be saved, not caring for the babe within her. Keeping to her wishes the midwife saved the baby and his mother died with him in her arms, Hugo, distraught, pushed the baby away when the midwife tried to hand him over and that day set the tone for the rest of Sebastiens upbringing. Raised by the house elves and his tutors Sebastien saw little of his father, and what he did see he wished he hadn’t. The only interaction between father and son was cold looks and harsh words for Hugo didn’t see the light of Antoinette that shined within the boy, he only saw her cold unmoving body whenever his eyes were set upon his son. His childhood was a lonely one, after his wife’s death Hugo closed himself off from all of their friends thus closing Sebastien off too, all the other children would play together at parties and Sebastiens only friends were his house elves and the characters in the story books his tutors read to him on an evening. Alone and unhappy Sebastien longed for the day that this nightmare would end. That day came in the form of a sunny Tuesday in May when he received his letter to study at Beauxbatons allowing him the opportunity to be far away from his fathers indifference and cultivate a life for himself outside of the Fontaine family walls. 

Leaving for Beauxbatons his father gave him little in the way of comfort nor did he offer the boy a single hug or pat on the back, the only words of wisdom he offered before apparating on the spot was this; ‘make good connections amongst the Pure-Blood elite, you’re going to need them later in life.’ Stepping in that carriage and setting off was like stepping into a new life, a new opportunity to prove his worth to his father and also make some friends that weren’t small with big ears and there to serve him. Becoming close with a boy in his house Sebastien made his very first friend in ALEXANDER TREMBLAY, a Pure-Blood boy with an appetite for the finer things in life he brought Sebastien out of his shell. Finding his personality with this boy, Sebastien went from a scared little boy to embracing his new life and although he would always be quiet and reserved it was no longer out of fear of rejection, it was instead to revel in his new reality. Through Alexander Sebastien was introduced to other rich socialites MIRA IYER and ALEXANDRA ROSIER creating an exclusive group of students that ruled the school. Alexandra was the queen of the group and Sebastien was happy to follow, pleased that he had both fulfilled his fathers wish and also made a group of friends he loved and adored. Coming out of his shell at Beauxbatons had also led him to notice the looks he would receive on a daily basis, many looked at him with lust-filled eyes that he had to put down to the veela blood running through his veins. Although Sebastien clearly had many admirers there was only one girl for him as Alexandra made it clear to all the others that he was hers.

Happy in his relationship and his group of friends Sebastien thrived in school, he became known for his strong and silent nature but those close to him knew him to be soft and kind when needed. The person who knew that most was Mira, Alexandra’s right hand woman and the girl she usually took the brunt of her annoyance out on Mira was someone Sebastien related to well. Wanting the approval of Alexandra the same way he needed the approval of his father led to the pair creating a bond, whenever Alexandra was too harsh or cutting towards Mira he would always be there to squeeze her hand in comfort of whisper reassuring words her way. It was well-known around school that Andra was a piece of work, and although her inner circle often saw a different side to her it was the face she showed to the rest of the school that lead to Sebastien and his other friends having to follow her lead and be cruel towards her biggest rival CLAUDETTE DELACOUR. A pretty girl that Sebastien didn’t know well enough to discuss; he acted cold towards her to comfort Andra’s insecurities. Her coldness only became much more apparent when tragedy hit the Rosier family and her father died, Andra came back to school after the death even more cruel and cutting than before, and although Sebastien could see through her coldness to the kind, witty and insecure girl beneath her sharp words and her savage demeanor began to take its toll on their relationship. Evident that Andra had the weight of her family’s name pressing down on her shoulders she began to close Sebastien out, her aspirations of furthering her families name in Pure-Blood society held no space for a Half-Veela boyfriend and so she cast him aside. 

Desperate to get out of France and away from his heartache and the pressures surrounding the Fontaine name Sebastien moved to London and started working at Fair Faribaults, an escort agency who dealt with rich Pure-Blood clientele. Having a business venture in need of financial backing Sebastiens plan was to use his veela allure to lure in rich backers since his father wouldn’t give him the funds he needed. Working at the agency he became friends with the owner GEORGINE FARIBAULT and renowned vampire DAHLIA BLACKWOOD who was beautiful and rich but whose story scared Sebastien too much for him to ask for backing from her. He also met fellow escort CONSTANCE SONG, a veela like himself the girl had many of his own qualities, quiet and reserved he saw a lot of himself in her, yet when she spoke her words were cutting and cruel. The pair became obsessed with beating one another at their own game, both using their good-looks and strong silent personalities to lure in customers they began to compete for the title of top-dog, constantly trying to one up the other for who brought in the most money and who caught the richer clients. Amongst this competitiveness the pair have begun to find the other attractive, although they haven’t quite admitted it to themselves and even if they had, they wouldn’t dare admit it to each other. 

Now established in London Sebastien was happy to find that Mira and Alexander had also made the trip over the sea to begin their lives in London, meeting up regularly with them and new found friend STAR DAVENPORT the group was once again as close as they were in school, minus Alexandra of course.To his surprise his school friend Alexander had not come to London on his own but in fact had brought his fiance, Claudette, the beautiful blonde that Andra had so despised at school. Hoping to start over Sebastien was now trying to get close to Claudette and apologise for his past behaviour. Once again close to Mira Sebastien moved in with her and was proud of the girl’s accomplishments once she had escaped the grasps of his ex-girlfriend. However, finding out that Alexandra was in fact in town made Mira question whether to allow the girl back into her life. Despite Sebastiens advice she did and now Sebastien is waiting for the day he has to be in Alexandra’s company once again, hoping upon hope that old feelings won’t surface and he is once again under her charismatic trance. Awaiting the day he sees Alexandra again Sebastien is trying to focus on other things, such as potential backers for his business venture, his new found school friends and the irritating yet kind of attractive Constance who takes up his every waking moment with ways to beat the know-it-all witch. 

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Half-Blood (½ Veela)

Sexuality  → Up to Roleplayer

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Beauxbatons Academy of Magic

Family → Antoinette Fontaine (deceased mother), Hugo Fontaine (father)

Connections  → Mira Iyer (best friend/roommate), Alexander Tremblay (best friend), Alexandra Rosier (ex-girlfriend/potential love interest), Claudette Delacour (former adversary/friend), Georgine Faribault (boss/friend), Dahlia Blackwood (colleague/friend), Constance Song (colleague/potential love interest), Star Davenport (friend)

Future Information → N/A

SEBASTIEN FONTAINE IS A LEVEL 5 WIZARD/VEELA.

Where: East India House, Grand Ballroom Who: @dahliablackwood​

Having decided against an offical date, Bella was happy to show up tonight with Dahlia, it gave her enough of a distraction to just start a yelling match with her mother. Friends and alcohol, both of the things that would be her true saving grace tonight. “You know, I should really make this into a drinking game,” She mused, turning to her friend with an eye roll. “Every time that woman decided to point out the ‘perfect husband’ I should take a shot.” At least Narcissa and her hunt for the proper partner had turned their mother away from her eldest daughter for a little while. “I’d apologize for my ranting but its the only thing I’ve got when I’ve given my family my word to be extra civil tonight.”

Where: Random house party Who: @dahliablackwood​

​“Never heard of it,” Bella replied, causally lifting her drink to her lips for a sip as she leanded against the counter in the kitchen. This was the last time Bella agreed to any night out with Dahlia that wasn’t at their usual bars in Knockturn Alley. It was one thing to spend the night at the Hoping Pot or the Grave Affair at it’s packed time but this was some random house that the brunette knew absolutely no one besides the vampire. The same could not be said for her companion as it seemed every corner they turned, the blonde was greeting someone. When the witch finally had enough and asked how they had gotten here, Dahlia had mentioned something about her hometown but to be honest it sounded fictional to Bellatrix.

Where: White Wyvern Who: @dahliablackwood​

With the growing forces and recruitment of the Dark Lord’s army, Bella had found a few new acquaintances that she could see potential in growing close to. One in particular was Dahlia as the women were very similar in their climb for the power they were promised. Obviously she enjoyed her time with Rabastan and Evan but she did need the occasional time with the ladies. She leanded back in her chair as she surveyed the crowd that had gathered in the bar tonight, causally sipping on her firewhisky, “What do you say to having a little fun tonight?” She questioned, turning her head slightly towards the vampire.

Where: Fair Faribault’s Who: @dahliablackwood​

Bella had been a bit surprised by Christiano’s letter, originally believing it to be nothing but some causal message between the two, but what she found troubled her greatly. There was now a prophecy about the Dark Lord and his future out in the world but after some thought she decided this was not worth bothering him about yet, she was going to handle this problem herself. After brainstorming ideas over a drink at the White Wvyern, she had finally given up for the night when she stumbled into Georgine in the Alley as she was leaving and the perfect plan came to her. As she laid out the idea to her counterpart, she easily found the other woman agreeing to participate so now all she needed was one final piece. Finding herself in the entry way of the Fair Faribault’s, the brunette ran her eyes over all the patrons before spotting Dahlia. “Just the woman I was looking for,” She mused, approaching the blonde with a mischievous smirk. “I’ve got a bit of a problem that I think I could use your help with.”