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If I can answer your 4th and 5th questions though- there are 2 Gryffindor characters, and 1 Ravenclaw. Each has their own reason for accepting Zef. My CS was updated 3 days ago to reflect how she became friends with the other 3, including him. The others you'd have to ask or see their CS's if they did the same as I did.
And no, there is no OOC yet.
And no, there is no OOC yet.
August nodded with an impressed look as Michelle said she was partying and rocking on now. At her complimenting him and winking he did feel a blush on his cheeks, a little embarrassed to be complimented by his old friends. He reached a hand back to scratch the back of his neck. ”I’m good, Michelle. Been living in California and…” his sentence was cut off when a familiar voice rang out through the large room. He turned around to see Camilla and smiled, thinking she looked even prettier now than in high school even from this distance. He waved over to her, but didn’t want to interrupt his conversation with Michelle. Turning back to her he smiled. ”You definitely have changed since high school, but I’m sure we all have,” he shrugged a little. ”Wanna go see how the others over there have been?” he asked, nodding his head towards Abraham, Camilla, and Abby. It was nice to see everyone together.
Crispus is indeed a prick, lol.
Nona
Nona walked arm in arm with Aemilia, enjoying the looks they achieved. After all, they did look the part of Roman nobility to a T. She had that air about her that said she was not afraid to kiss a man and then have him killed if he displeased her. She had spent early this morning making a sacrifice to Venus, asking that her husband fall more in love with her. Then a sacrifice to Angitia for healing for herself. She had been feeling rather ill lately, in fact not too long after marrying Crispus, and it was only getting worse. She still had an air about her that dissuaded talk, and made others not even realize her condition, but it didn’t mean at night she didn’t rant and rave and make the servants wait on her hand and foot to bring down her fevers and give her excessive amounts of baths in healing oils.
On this morning, she had hoped simply to make her presence known again with Aemilia. After all, if you didn’t let people see you, they forgot how important you were. ”Isn’t there a game tonight?
she asked her friend, speaking of course of the coliseum. Anybody who was anybody never missed an event there, and she was eager to attend and throw a token to the best gladiator in the ring.
Marcus
That morning, Marcus Azarius woke up early with the dawn. He had given specific instructions to all the house staff (wait on his wife hand and foot, make sure Ateret didn’t leave the house unless cleaned and dressed like a proper upper class girl) and eaten briefly before heading to the docks. Unlike some merchants that sat back and let dough roll in, he was too invested in his business to simply trust such a thing to happen. Not to mention all those years as a slave had driven work into his fingers and prevented him from simply resting.
Today his work was mainly meetings though. Meetings others had set up with him in order to gain the loyalty of his business to their cause or hopeful rise in the ranks of the Roman empire. Meetings with those who wanted to join with his business into a partnership. Meetings with those wanting money for ventures and hoping he’d be affected by it. Then meetings he’d set up himself to discuss marriage between Ateret and others. He used to only set up such meetings with nobles. Then with the upper class. At this point, he was just looking for someone with a decent reputation despite social ranking.
Rubbing his eyes and face, he went to his office and pulled out the bookkeeping records from last month, comparing their trade numbers with what they were on track to do this month.
Nona walked arm in arm with Aemilia, enjoying the looks they achieved. After all, they did look the part of Roman nobility to a T. She had that air about her that said she was not afraid to kiss a man and then have him killed if he displeased her. She had spent early this morning making a sacrifice to Venus, asking that her husband fall more in love with her. Then a sacrifice to Angitia for healing for herself. She had been feeling rather ill lately, in fact not too long after marrying Crispus, and it was only getting worse. She still had an air about her that dissuaded talk, and made others not even realize her condition, but it didn’t mean at night she didn’t rant and rave and make the servants wait on her hand and foot to bring down her fevers and give her excessive amounts of baths in healing oils.
On this morning, she had hoped simply to make her presence known again with Aemilia. After all, if you didn’t let people see you, they forgot how important you were. ”Isn’t there a game tonight?
she asked her friend, speaking of course of the coliseum. Anybody who was anybody never missed an event there, and she was eager to attend and throw a token to the best gladiator in the ring.
Marcus
That morning, Marcus Azarius woke up early with the dawn. He had given specific instructions to all the house staff (wait on his wife hand and foot, make sure Ateret didn’t leave the house unless cleaned and dressed like a proper upper class girl) and eaten briefly before heading to the docks. Unlike some merchants that sat back and let dough roll in, he was too invested in his business to simply trust such a thing to happen. Not to mention all those years as a slave had driven work into his fingers and prevented him from simply resting.
Today his work was mainly meetings though. Meetings others had set up with him in order to gain the loyalty of his business to their cause or hopeful rise in the ranks of the Roman empire. Meetings with those who wanted to join with his business into a partnership. Meetings with those wanting money for ventures and hoping he’d be affected by it. Then meetings he’d set up himself to discuss marriage between Ateret and others. He used to only set up such meetings with nobles. Then with the upper class. At this point, he was just looking for someone with a decent reputation despite social ranking.
Rubbing his eyes and face, he went to his office and pulled out the bookkeeping records from last month, comparing their trade numbers with what they were on track to do this month.
Ateret
Ateret was in the farmer’s market square, looking at all the booths of food and getting shouted at by greedy vendors looking to pawn off their goods. She just liked to come here to get away from high society and get lost in the crowds. She was dressed and made up with makeup and her wavy blonde hair piled on her head fashionably, but it was against her will that it was done. That morning she had been wakened by Hadassah who said her father had ordered again that she be primped and preened before leaving the house. She grumbled and complained but Hadassah simply smacked her hands lightly, making Ateret smirk, before their slave girls went to work scrubbing dirt out from under her fingernails and pouring oil into her hair. It was so humiliating. For all of them. Couldn’t her father see that? What was the big deal in leaving in common clothes with her hair down and bare faced?
Ateret glanced to her left and saw one of the empire’s guards, one of several dotted around the area to prevent or stop fighting in the market, looking her up and down crudely. Ah yes, that was right. Time to pawn off his little girl. She growled under her breath and pulled her shawl a little closer to her as she walked over to buy some fruit for her breakfast.
After her transaction she turned around and saw Crispus, flirting rather brazenly with a dark haired girl with flowers in her hair, who was giggling and looking at him shyly. Ateret felt just the slightest twist in her stomach, remembering how he’d ask her to meet him after nightfall, where he would whisper to her how he would marry her. Nothing had ever happened between them, not even a kiss, but still his sweet words had affected her.
She didn’t have much time to think of it before she saw of all people, her sister Nona and Aemilia walking across the other side of the market. It wasn’t hard to spot them. They oozed prestige and nobility. Everyone around them stopped and looked with either jealousy or want. But all Ateret saw was the opportunity for Nona to be hurt if she saw Crispus around the corner flirting. Thinking about what to do, she ran over to Crispus, getting between him and the dark haired girl, before smearing her fruit all over his front. He looked positively livid and was inches from cursing her out and causing a scene before Ateret, grabbed his ear harshly and pulled him down in a fashion she’d done so often with her male friends.
Crispus looked shocked but listened as she whispered into his ear about Nona being in the market square, and unless he wanted more scandal in his marriage than he already had, he’d better leave and go change. She let him go, both frowning at each other before he turned and left, not before glancing every woman he could up and down though.
Ateret turned around and apologized with a smile to the girl, saying how slippery that fruit was and how Crispus had to go home and change. Such a shame. The girl huffed and walked off, leaving Ateret to blow a large exhale out through her mouth, grateful she’d avoided her family causing a ruckus in the middle of the market at the very least.
Ateret was in the farmer’s market square, looking at all the booths of food and getting shouted at by greedy vendors looking to pawn off their goods. She just liked to come here to get away from high society and get lost in the crowds. She was dressed and made up with makeup and her wavy blonde hair piled on her head fashionably, but it was against her will that it was done. That morning she had been wakened by Hadassah who said her father had ordered again that she be primped and preened before leaving the house. She grumbled and complained but Hadassah simply smacked her hands lightly, making Ateret smirk, before their slave girls went to work scrubbing dirt out from under her fingernails and pouring oil into her hair. It was so humiliating. For all of them. Couldn’t her father see that? What was the big deal in leaving in common clothes with her hair down and bare faced?
Ateret glanced to her left and saw one of the empire’s guards, one of several dotted around the area to prevent or stop fighting in the market, looking her up and down crudely. Ah yes, that was right. Time to pawn off his little girl. She growled under her breath and pulled her shawl a little closer to her as she walked over to buy some fruit for her breakfast.
After her transaction she turned around and saw Crispus, flirting rather brazenly with a dark haired girl with flowers in her hair, who was giggling and looking at him shyly. Ateret felt just the slightest twist in her stomach, remembering how he’d ask her to meet him after nightfall, where he would whisper to her how he would marry her. Nothing had ever happened between them, not even a kiss, but still his sweet words had affected her.
She didn’t have much time to think of it before she saw of all people, her sister Nona and Aemilia walking across the other side of the market. It wasn’t hard to spot them. They oozed prestige and nobility. Everyone around them stopped and looked with either jealousy or want. But all Ateret saw was the opportunity for Nona to be hurt if she saw Crispus around the corner flirting. Thinking about what to do, she ran over to Crispus, getting between him and the dark haired girl, before smearing her fruit all over his front. He looked positively livid and was inches from cursing her out and causing a scene before Ateret, grabbed his ear harshly and pulled him down in a fashion she’d done so often with her male friends.
Crispus looked shocked but listened as she whispered into his ear about Nona being in the market square, and unless he wanted more scandal in his marriage than he already had, he’d better leave and go change. She let him go, both frowning at each other before he turned and left, not before glancing every woman he could up and down though.
Ateret turned around and apologized with a smile to the girl, saying how slippery that fruit was and how Crispus had to go home and change. Such a shame. The girl huffed and walked off, leaving Ateret to blow a large exhale out through her mouth, grateful she’d avoided her family causing a ruckus in the middle of the market at the very least.
Daily listened as Murry showed off his ‘stingers’. She would have to remember not to get on his bad side… fatal poison? He was certainly an asset among them. ”Doesn’t bother me, Doze,” she shrugged, a look of not caring on her face when he said every squad he’d been in had met an unfortunate end. After all, not many survived these days. So his story didn’t surprise her in the slightest. Nor was she worried. After all, she’d survived this long, several years now without her father or anyone to care about her, and that in itself was an accomplishment.
Eli with a bow. Ah, he can see far in the dark. Useful if this mission was at night. Were they going to have other missions together? Oh great now she was going to have to like these people more if they were. Oh and he had a hearing problem. Awesome. She hated repeating herself.
She scooted a foot to her right, almost bumping into one of the others when a man came tumbling out into the clearing. Ray. Hmm… he was almost too good at hiding in a bush. Probably a pervert. As she was placing a judgment on him he described his bones and how he could move quicker. ”Bet you also break in half easier too,” she said darkly, not meaning it as a threat, but simply that his power did not impress her all that much.
She suddenly heard a humming, and by the look on a few others faces, she could tell they heard it as well. Her ears twitched a certain direction and a man entered the fray. Mark Dean, Rebel Command, and temporary leader. Ah good, their leader. He looked like a pansy. Martial arts though, and invisible tech. Meh, the ETs could probably defend against those things fairly easily she thought.
”Am I the only chick here?” she asked Mark, since he seemed to know who all was coming. She was used to being the only woman in some cases of attacks, but still, she was starting to feel outnumbered. Crap like this is why she developed the hardened personality she had. If you were sweet and nice to guys in this world they lived in now? You got walked on, taken advantage of, or not taken seriously at the very least. Looks like she would have to keep her walls up then if she was to be surrounded by these fellows for a long time.
The fidgety man caught her attention again as he said he knew things without doing anything but looking at them. Odd. Seemed like one of those powers people had a hard time believing, like hers. That was okay though. If it was true, he’d come in handy off the mission. Like when they got back from kicking the ETs asses and needed their equipment repaired. Just as she was mentally praising his abilities though, she heard the word drug. ”Excuse me… Why would they send… a drug addict?” she asked, hoping that was not the end of his sentence. ”At least my alcoholism benefits the mission,” she scoffed, frowning that she would possibly have to deal with a druggy.
She didn’t pay much mind to Darren until he asked if anyone liked the Beatles. Her dad had spoken about them before, and at the name her eyes lit up like a child’s. She didn’t have time to answer him before handsome Grampa Beau cut in and said the ETs were like machines. That much was true. And it was true she knew a lot about the suckers. And since Beau looked to Mark for direction, so did Daily. She saw Beau and Mark as their best bets for focusing this group of freaks.
Eli with a bow. Ah, he can see far in the dark. Useful if this mission was at night. Were they going to have other missions together? Oh great now she was going to have to like these people more if they were. Oh and he had a hearing problem. Awesome. She hated repeating herself.
She scooted a foot to her right, almost bumping into one of the others when a man came tumbling out into the clearing. Ray. Hmm… he was almost too good at hiding in a bush. Probably a pervert. As she was placing a judgment on him he described his bones and how he could move quicker. ”Bet you also break in half easier too,” she said darkly, not meaning it as a threat, but simply that his power did not impress her all that much.
She suddenly heard a humming, and by the look on a few others faces, she could tell they heard it as well. Her ears twitched a certain direction and a man entered the fray. Mark Dean, Rebel Command, and temporary leader. Ah good, their leader. He looked like a pansy. Martial arts though, and invisible tech. Meh, the ETs could probably defend against those things fairly easily she thought.
”Am I the only chick here?” she asked Mark, since he seemed to know who all was coming. She was used to being the only woman in some cases of attacks, but still, she was starting to feel outnumbered. Crap like this is why she developed the hardened personality she had. If you were sweet and nice to guys in this world they lived in now? You got walked on, taken advantage of, or not taken seriously at the very least. Looks like she would have to keep her walls up then if she was to be surrounded by these fellows for a long time.
The fidgety man caught her attention again as he said he knew things without doing anything but looking at them. Odd. Seemed like one of those powers people had a hard time believing, like hers. That was okay though. If it was true, he’d come in handy off the mission. Like when they got back from kicking the ETs asses and needed their equipment repaired. Just as she was mentally praising his abilities though, she heard the word drug. ”Excuse me… Why would they send… a drug addict?” she asked, hoping that was not the end of his sentence. ”At least my alcoholism benefits the mission,” she scoffed, frowning that she would possibly have to deal with a druggy.
She didn’t pay much mind to Darren until he asked if anyone liked the Beatles. Her dad had spoken about them before, and at the name her eyes lit up like a child’s. She didn’t have time to answer him before handsome Grampa Beau cut in and said the ETs were like machines. That much was true. And it was true she knew a lot about the suckers. And since Beau looked to Mark for direction, so did Daily. She saw Beau and Mark as their best bets for focusing this group of freaks.
Raina gave a smile when Abby acknowledged her, but Raina still felt like she was intruding on Abby and Abraham. After all, she hadn't read Abraham's book so surely these two would have more to talk about. "Oh, it's okay," she said sincerely, tucking some hair behind her ear. Her face became surprised and impressed when Abraham mentioned Abby's gold medals, making Raina feel totally out of the loop. She blushed softly, thinking about how grand their lives must be. A published author and an Olympian. She cleared her throat a little since they had both asked how she had been or up to, and she started to open her mouth to reply, when she realized everything she could say sounded very... plain. Very boring. "I've been great, really," she said, and she meant it. She wouldn't trade her life helping animals and people find animals to love them for anything. "But um, I'm going to go drop my bags off at my room and catch up with you guys later," she said, certainly shyer seeming than she was in high school. She gave them a white smile and wave before rolling her bags away and heading quietly towards her room.
August turned around as a girl with plenty of tats walked in and said "Hey everyone!" He moved his sunglasses up to his head and looked her over before realizing it was Michelle of all girls. Well, he'd heard she was a rock singer now, not that he listened to her music. He was much more into soul & r&b, but wow. She definitely looked different. "Hey Michelle," he smiled with a small wave, a quiet confidence about him instead of the over abundance of it he'd had in high school. "How is our Miss Most Likely to Succeed eh?" he asked, considering he identified with her excellence in school more than most.
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