A Man of Character [Open]

[agentsuave]

Name(s): Al-Cid Margrace & Open to whoever else
Location: The hallways
Week: 45 - Monday
Time: Afternoon
Rating: PG-13? I have no idea...

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[mylife_foryours]

Jean was making her way back to her dorm, ready to get out of her school robes and grab her broom for a little solo flying. There was a mad rush with some of the students to hurry and cram in for their exams, and while the warrior was putting in time to make sure she passed hers with high marks, there were still times that she needed a break.

If only she could exchange her broom for her sword instead, go on a hunt. That would relieve some tension that had been building up lately. She rolled her shoulders a bit at the thought of tension.

Turning a corner, she passed another student, barely noticing him until she picked up his words. As he was unfamiliar to her, she figured he must have been the new addition to Hufflepuff. "What was that?" Jean asked in her soft voice, stopping her brisk walk to glance at him.

[agentsuave]

"Hm?" Coming to a slow stop once someone addressed him, Al-Cid was pulled away from his somewhat somber thoughts and lured into a paradise of a world featuring the beautiful silver-eyed blond. "What was what?" He asked with genial grin. Grateful that she couldn't see his wandering eyes from behind those dark glasses, Al-Cid simply stared at the girl.

What a beauty! So far, Hogwarts was scoring high on the ranking for good looking women. While Al-Cid honestly adores brunettes more, this pale blond really caught his attention. Maybe it was because of how intense her eyes were that beckoned for him or how proper her young girl seemed. Whatever the case, poor Jean was now going to have a daunting time shooing him away.

"Such fierce eyes!" He said as he approached. Acting as if he was a patron at a museum, Al-Cid circled the blond for a moment with a gleeful smile. He was studying her like a painting, just eying every little minuet detail about this mysterious young woman.

"You are a rose among roses, aren't you?" Let the games begin!

[mylife_foryours]

Said 'fierce eyes' stared back blankly at the showy and loud man before their owner, who was obviously looking Jean over in a manner she didn't quite like. She didn't enjoy this one bit, and suddenly she knew that this was the new seventh year in her house, Al-Cid. The realization didn't make her any happier. While she frequently kept her emotions under control and gave off the presence of extreme calm, the journal conversation she had with this Al-Cid did not leave her with an amicable mood.

Reaching out in a swift movement, Jean grabbed Al-Cid's arm as he continued to circle around her. "I am certainly no flower. And I am certainly nothing for you to circle as though I'm a meal and you a starving man." That was neither flattering nor wanted behavior to the stoic warrior, and she would not be blunt about it.

[agentsuave]

Chuckling faintly at Jean's words, he had to give this stern blond some credit for not falling for his charms as of yet. Most women Al-Cid encounters become too embarrassed to speak but Jean is clearly the opposite. "My, my. You are not one for flattery, are you?" He asked with a smile as gently patted the hand upon his arm.

"No need to be so angry! While I may be ravenous by nature, I am certainly not thinking of devouring you, my sweet." Waiting for her to release him, a fiendish idea began to form within Al-Cid's mind. Taking the Jean's hand within his, Al-Cid gently brushed his lips against her bare knuckles before giving them a soft kiss.

"So fierce, you should be saving such a gaze for an enemy or two."

[abovetwinsuns]

Jaina walked with a steady, straightforward gait as she made her way back from the quidditch pitch. She was tired, her hair was starting to fall out of its tie and her school robes had been switched out for a muggle tank top and shorts that were stained with dirt from the impromptu practice she had held for herself today in favor of going to class. She had been wanting to do anything that would help her take her mind off of Jacen and Seifer's departure, and sitting still during a lesson only reminded her of how much quieter her life was when Jacen wasn't there crack horrible jokes.

Oh well. She sighed as she turned the corner, brushing a hand through her hair and shaking it entirely out. She could do this. She had been without her twin before, and no matter how much it hurt she could deal with it. Eventually.

So lost was she in her thoughts that she didn't even notice the Hufflepuff boy's presence until she heard him speak. She stopped, blinked, and stared at him. Oh. It was him. The new transfer from Beauxbatons

[agentsuave]

Glancing over at the student nearby, Al-Cid found himself staring at the face of a very enigmatic beauty. Possessing dark brown, nearly auburn, hair and deep brown eyes, the Margrace heir was absolutely spellbound by this woman's delicate features. She may have been dressed like a Dalmascan shrew but her dull clothing did nothing to mar her beauty. Grinning from ear to ear, Al-Cid actually snatched his sunglasses off so he could get a proper look at her without the black tint of his glasses.

"Oh nothing! Just a poetic thought that became poetic words instead." He replied with a charming smile. "You see, I am a poet at heart and sometimes I find inspiration at the oddest places."

[abovetwinsuns]

Jaina's eyebrows rose just the slightest bit when Al-Cid took off his sunglasses, a corner of her mouth tugging upwards in a confused expression as she took in the grin. What...?

"That's...nice," she said slowly, trying to figure him out. She wasn't really one for charm or poetry, "And I supose it can't really be called inspiration if you find it where you expect to."

A part of her wanted to just keep walking and head straight for her dorm and then sleep, but she remembered the exchange over the journals and immediately felt the smallest bit of remorse. She winced inwardly. Damn it.

"I'm Jaina. Sorry I wasn't the nicest person in welcoming you here," she apologized, offering a hand for him to shake in greeting.

There. Compromise. Her mother would be proud.

[agentsuave]

So this is Jaina? What a pleasant surprise!

Judging by their conversation earlier, it seems as if the brunette would be one of the more difficult girls to speak with. She seems to have an iciness about her that is neither friendly nor charming but after meeting her in person, Al-Cid was definitely willing to try his best to break the ice around this little princess's heart. Smirking once she extended her hand towards him, Al-Cid decided that he would not shake her hand but rather ‘kiss’ it in a more gentlemanly fashion.

"All is forgiven, Jaina." He replied with a confident smirk. "It takes more than a few rude comments to break my spirit, dear. Think nothing of it."

[no_souls_here]

This halls were crawling with fellow students today, or at least that's the impression Ciel took from it. It was times like this when he somewhat missed his manor house. The spacious living quarters offered plenty of quality alone time, he could order whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, unlike at this wretched school with all it's rules, restrictions, and boundaries.

Sure, he was used to keeping a tight schedule, that was no problem but it was different here. Not his territory..

Briskly, he walked down the corridor heading for the dorms. His attire looked slightly disheveled, but only due to the fact that he was unaccustomed to dressing himself. An annoying issue he hoped to rectify shortly, it was odd not having a butler around for these matters... and a nobleman certainly couldn't be seen like this.

He hoped no one would stop him along the way.

[agentsuave]

Coming to a leisurely stop once he saw a rather short, disheveled boy pass by him, Al-Cid couldn’t help but notice the sour expression this young student had. He looked irritated for some oddity, probably another student who’s bogged down by all the exams coming up in the next following weeks. Whatever the reason it was that caused Ciel to wear such a forlorn expression, Al-Cid decided to make note of this as he approached the moody youth. Reaching out to pat the boy upon his head, Al-Cid grinned as he ruffled the little lord’s hair.

“What an expression!” He laughed. “You look as if the entire world rests upon your shoulders.” This child should think to change his name to 'Altas' if he planned on roaming about throughout Hogwarts with such a grave expression.

[no_souls_here]

A look of shock and displeasure shot across the young Slytherin's face at the unexpected interuption. Clearly Murphy's law was in effect, this flamboyant guy was all the proof he needed.

With an audible huff Ciel drew back putting a little distance between Al-Cid and himself before replying. "If you don't mind, I'm in a hurry...". What gaul this man had to touch a Phantomhive with such little regard. Not to mention one of the things Ciel hated most was being treated like a child.

[agentsuave]

Almost laughing at the shocked gaze that streaked across the youth's face, Al-Cid could tell that he caught this young man off guard. "In a hurry? Honestly, now! What pray tell is so important that you must scurry off so quickly after meeting brand new friend?" He asked with a little smirk. This little boy acted as if he was the emperor of his own empire despite looking as regal as sty bound farmer’s son. One thing that Al-Cid noticed about this boy was the black eye patch he had draped across his left eye.

"You are wounded?" Al-Cid asked with a curious gaze. “You poor thing!”