๐ ๐พ๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ป๐ช ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ป๐ช. ~Beauxbatons Professor of Philosophy and Divination. #HPRP~ ''Mรชme quand je ne suis pas comme moi, @BellesFleurs__?''
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โฃBeauxbatons Professor of Divination and Philosophy
โ Any era
โฃMirrored description
โ Loves a good brandy
โฃBi
โ Ray of sunshine
โฃConstant smiler
โ Homework disbeliever
โฃChronically ill
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@BellesFleurs__ Max stayed back, releasing Antoinette's hand so that she could go to her mother. From were he was, he quietly watched the pair of them, eyes flicking between them.
@BellesFleurs__ "Meilleur?"
He watched her carefully and took a sip of his drink, reaching over to lightly pat her shoulder.
"Dรฉsolรฉ, je ne serai plus aussi drรดle, je ne peux pas t'รฉtouffer."
@BellesFleurs__ Steadily, cautiously, Max raised his eyes to Antoinette, took in her expression, and then looked over at who he presumed was her mother.
It couldn't have been more obvious that she was sick, even to someone without his skills.
@BellesFleurs__ "Tu le veux?"
He looked between her and her wand, then reached over to grab it for her, handing it over with a mix of laughter and genuine concern.
@BellesFleurs__ "C'est toujours nรฉcessaire."
He knew full well that his teaching wouldn't be up to its usual standard if she was in the class. He'd spend all of the working time sat over with her.
@BellesFleurs__ Max was a little slower to enter, suddenly feeling almost nauseous with nerves. He kept a firm grip on Antoinette's hand, and didn't dare raise his eyes to look for her mother.
@BellesFleurs__ "Tu ne peux pas mourir avant moi, tu vas voler mon tonnerre, arrรชter d'รฉtouffer."
He tried /so/ hard not to grin, but the corners of his lips still twitched.
@BellesFleurs__ "Cela me semble une bonne idรฉe."
Almost lazily, his hand ran up and down her back, fingers against her spine.
"Je pourrais รชtre accusรฉ de favoritisme."
@BellesFleurs__ While he was silent, he was still very much present. He understood that this was difficult for her, and that just being there was probably all she wanted from him.
He hadn't met her mother yet, but he was strong enough in who he was to /hopefully/ be able to withstand her.
@BellesFleurs__ "Je vais avoir toutes sortes d'ennuis s'ils me voient avec vous en uniforme."
He pecked her cheek, then her neck and left his head nestled in the crook of it, chuckling to himself.
@BellesFleurs__ "รvidemment, nous savons tous les deux que j'ai quatre รฉtoiles."
He rolled his eyes, tone thick with sarcasm.
"C'est la recette de ma maman."
@BellesFleurs__ Looking at her, he didn't seem nervous at all. He was worried for the coming interaction, sure, but he only knew the woman though what he had been told. It didn't seem real to him yet.
@BellesFleurs__ "C'est mon aliment de base."
Not that he could really afford to drink it, but it reminded him of home. He was either drinking coffee, or this.
@BellesFleurs__ "Vous avez faire un uniforme."
Honestly, she would probably be allowed to sit in if she wanted to, it wasn't like they kids had to pay to be there.
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โCharismatic, warm, Thunderbird alumni
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๐ง#FB#COG#HPRP
๐งโคfor a gif starter
๐งDMs to plot
๐งSS w/chem
๐RT?
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@BellesFleurs__ He took the badge from her, only releasing her hand so that he could pin it onto his shirt. It wasn't that long since he'd been in a hospital, but he was still a touch nervous.