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Janus Thickey WardHas your role-play reached its natural conclusion or fallen under a barrage of spells? If so, it will be kept here for permanent care.
It's a few days before Halloween night and the students of Hogwarts are eager for some good old fashioned, scary fun.
Ned Hall is a Slytherin with too much ego and too much spare time on his hands, never one to back down from a challenge or a dare, Ned finds himself in a bit of a pickle when he is dared by one of his friends to spend a night in the most haunted building in all of England: The Shrieking Shack.
So what does the crafty, cunning, but slightly cowardly Slytherin do? Trick and con as many people into going with him as possible, of course!
Meanwhile the Hogwarts ghosts, quite aware that the shack is NOT in fact haunted, have taken it upon themselves to preserve it’s image and magical history by scaring the young students silly!
So that's the plot folks.
We'll be starting just before the dare, and play through until after the dare has been completed.
I'd like an even amount of boys and girls, and there is no specific age that anyone has to be or house, we will also need some ghosts, at least two, they can be canon or made up, your choice.
Please no superpowers or special abilities, and most importantly have fun!
Ned Hall - Nicole Black. Victor Vincenzi - Gryffindoll. Vince Vincenzi - Gryffindoll. Robert MacGhilleseatheanaich III - Gryffindoll. William MacGhilleseatheanaich III - James Potter. Sebastian Finley - Alonzee. Liam Gregirian Lockhart - Rosa Chispa Princessa
General:
Name: Ned Hall.
Nickname: Neddy, or Nedders (only by his best friends, used mostly in an effort to annoy him).
Age: 17.
Year: 7th.
D. O. B: May 10.
Blood Status: Pureblood.
House: Slytherin.
Accent: He has a light Essex accent, which is far more pronounced when he's angry.
Favorite Class: Transfiguration.
Least Favorite Class: Care of Magical Creatures (he doesn't get along with animals).
Patronus: King Cobra.
Boggart: A swarm of bees, he is deathly allergic.
Physical Features:
Hair: dirty blond, cropped shorter on the sides, a bit longer up top, usually has it lightly at the front.
Eyes: hazel, downturned, but very expressive and intelligent.
Mouth: full lips that are usually set in a wry grin or smirk of arrogance.
Complexion: more on the tanned side, his skin is very smooth and mostly free of blemishes, though he does have a strange birthmark on his hip that looks like Italy.
Height: 6' 0".
Tattoos or piercings: doesn't have ether, though he finds them somewhat attractive on others, he would never get a tattoo or piercing himself.
Model:
Personal:
Residence: Ned lives with his dad and mum, their house is a moderately sized mansion in Walton-On-The-Naze, in Essex, very closely stationed near the marsh.
Family members: Claudius Hall (Father), Georgiana Hall, neé Blackwell (mother), and his dog, a Newfoundland named Roger.
Family history:
Claudius Hall was what you would call "old money,” his grandfather whom he was named after, had invested in various Muggle stocks and bonds when in his younger days, as well as buying up a third of the land in Walton-On-The-Naze, and due to his shrew business savvy and careful planning, within five years he was a self made millionaire.
Claudius's family is at present one of the wealthiest families in England (Muggle or Wizarding), but even with all his wealth and good social standing Claudius is still a humble and hard-working man who tries to instill the same values in his only son.
Georgiana Hall is a beautiful, gentle and very loving woman. Having given up the hope of having children after a series of failed attempts, she was delighted to find herself with child and has made a wonderful and generous mother to Ned, though she has spoiled him somewhat, against his father’s wishes.
Personality: Ned isn’t an easy person to peg, and it’s something he prides himself on, that he doesn’t fit into the standard role of the rich Slytherin prince, nor is he the laidback bachelor, or even the boy-who’ll-never-grow-up.
Despite what a lot of people would say, Ned can be a hardworking, and generous individual, but only when he wants to, which is hardly ever. Ned knows everyone in Hogwarts, ether by name or by reputation, knowing people is kind of his hobby, something he picked up from his dad, who is all about making contacts.
Unabashedly clever, Ned barely tries in class, but still manages to excel in nearly all of them. Especially in Transfiguration for which, he has a natural talent and a great love.
Ned is very tolerant, having grown up almost always around Muggles; he (unlike some of his Slytherin brethren) sees them as his fellow man. Ned wouldn’t describe himself as vain, or arrogant, but rather that he is confident and self-aware.
Charming and perceptive, Ned is very good at getting people to do what he wants without them realizing it, though he only uses these gifts for good, he promises. Hall is picky when it comes to women and unlike the other boys his age doesn’t date around, but is waiting for a girl who can challenge him, and keep him guessing.
Ned is conniving and very business savvy, with a mischievous side that, try as he might, he can’t ignore.
Ned doesn’t care for a lot of people, though he is friendly to everyone there are only a handful of people he would actually call his friends, around only these special few does he let his true self show and not just the funny, playboy façade that everyone else sees.
Likes:
Girls.
Sports.
Coffee.
Jelly doughnuts (They ‘re his weak spot).
Bacon.
Fashion.
Watches.
Reading.
Muggle Rap music.
Traveling.
French girls.
Italian girls.
The color Green.
Ernest Hemingway (Ned’s hero).
Dislikes:
Losing things.
Cheap cologne.
Brussel Sprouts.
The Violin.
The color Orange.
Hufflepuffs (they really annoy him).
Learning new languages, cause he is absolutely rubbish at it.
Airlia Mondai.
General;
Name: Airlia Mondai.
Nickname(s): Airi, Saint Airi, and (her mother’s favorite) Pygmy Puff.
Age: Sixteen.
Year: Sixth.
D. O. B: January 1st.
Blood Status: Half-Blood.
House: Ravenclaw.
Accent: Londoner.
Favorite Class: Arithimancy.
Least Favorite Class: History Of Magic.
Patronus: Golden Retriever.
Boggart: Her Father, telling her she’s the reason he left.
Physical Features:
Hair: long, chocolate brown and naturally on the curlier side, though she tends to straighten it in order to keep it under better control.
Eyes: Brown, almond shaped, and kind.
Mouth: a little on the small-ish side, but she has very full lips and a pretty smile, complimented by good teeth.
Complexion: Medium skin tone, she is prone to breaking out if under stress, but generally has a smooth and even complexion.
Height: 5’ 5”.
Tattoos Or Piercings: Nothing of the sort, she doesn’t care for them at all, on others they can be nice, but definitely not on her.
Model:
Personal;
Residence, Airi actually lives in Hogsmeade not far from the castle itself, in a decent sized house on a small hill, it’s incredibly picturesque, and very cozy, though Airi sometimes wishes she lived in a more exotic local.
Family members: She has two very loving, but over-protective brothers, Fabian is the oldest and Luc the middle, she is close with each of them, but has more in common with Fabian, who like her is more academically minded.
Airi’s mother; Andrea was a well known singer back in the day, and though she is still very well regarded, her album sales have gone a bit down, Airi never knew her father, as he left before she was born, though she’s never known the reason.
Family history: Andrea grew up poor, a Muggle-born witch, the happiest day of her life was when she got her Hogwarts letter and scholarship. Though she was a talented enough witch, Andrea only really had one passion, music and upon leaving Hogwarts she began following her dream, leading to an incredibly musical career and life. She married Airi’s father (Canton Masterson) and had two children and though things seemed great, the marriage soon fell apart, due in large part to Andrea’s flighty personality and carelessness. She kicked Canton out shortly after she learned he was cheating on her, and has not allowed him near the children since.
Personality: Two words always come up when discussing Airi Mondai: Intelligence and kindness, she is even known by some of her more immature classmates as “Saint Airi” for her selfless nature.
Those who mistake her kindness as a sign of weakness have another thing coming, for the Ravenclaw can be very formidable when pushed too far, and though she can be a little naïve sometimes. Airi honestly believes the best in people, and will give anyone a chance, regardless of their past or their reputation.
Airi is very thoughtful occasionally getting so caught up in her own mind that she forgets her surroundings and is prone to zoning out in the middle of conversations, it’s a very bad habit of hers.
Though she is a pretty girl, Airi does not see it and has problems with her own self-esteem, a problem which most likely started through her mother’s off-hand comments about the girl’s looks and figure.
She is horrible at flirting, and has a hard time letting out her feeling at times, something she is working on.
Resourceful and ambitious, Airi has started a tutoring program in Hogwarts and has made quite a bit of money for herself, which she intends on using for her own apartment when she graduates.
Airlia trusts people quicker then she should and though her friends call this a weakness Airi sees it as a strength.
Likes:
Reading.
Learning.
Science Fiction.
Dresses.
Beanies.
Animals, she would love to have a pet, but her brother is very allergic to most animals.
Quidditch.
Board Games.
Traveling.
Foreign languages.
Cooking, though she isn’t very good at it.
The color Bordeux.
Fall.
Tea.
Politics.
Singing.
Boys with tattoos.
Dislikes:
Tomatoes.
Oranges.
Laziness.
Inequality.
Bullies.
Being laughed at.
Grape soda.
Pumpkin Juice.
Spiders.
The color yellow.
Feet.
Trolls.
Flirting (because she is so awful at it),
Peter The Precarious.
Ghost, Haunter of the Whomping Willow.
Name: Peter Lewis.
D. O. B: June 15th 1986.
D. O. D: May 18th. 2002.
Birthplace: London, East End.
History: Peter Waldorf was born and raised in the crappier part of London to a small Wizarding family, undeterred by the slightly dangerous nature of his surroundings Peter would often go wondering off, getting into trouble and making friends with all manner of strange individuals, when the boy got to Hogwarts, it was more of the same. Peter was sorted into Gryffindor for his bravery and loyalty, surrounded by his equally rueful and courageous peers, Peter grew even more confident, taking on all manner of stupid dares and becoming even more careless.
One day Peter (who was going a little too far in his attempt to impress a young girl) decided that really, the Whomping Willow only really needed a strong hand to tame it, and even more foolishly believed himself to be capable of such a feat.
Needless to say, the resulting incident was one of Hogwarts more ghastly and foolhardy deaths.
Peter, unable to accept his death, came back as a ghost a few months later and can be seen casually hanging about the very tree which caused his spectacular demise. He and the Willow have something of a strange bond now and he can (if the tree is in a good mood) persuade the tree to occasionally do his bidding.
Physical Features:
Hair: short on the sides long at the top, grey, usually a bit of a mess.
Complexion: Grey. Translucent.
Mouth: Full lips, and a huge smile, he has very white teeth.
Eyes: A rarity in ghosts, Peter has kept the vibrancy of his incredibly bright, green eyes.
Model:
Personality:
After having died, Peter has since changed his ways, he still loves to prank and is as boisterious as ever, but death as brought a sense of dignity to the ghost, as well as a newfound sensibility. Peter loves to mess with the students of Hogwarts, though he has a few that his is especially fond of picking on and playing around with, not out of spite, but out of affection.
If there is any sort of trouble or problem happening in the school, Peter will make it his business to assist in anyway that he kind, he loves Hogwarts and is very loyal to the school, the professors and the students.
Peter enjoys his ghost life, but he occasionally finds himself missing things from being alive, things like eating real food, kissing a girl, or even just simple stuff like running.
A true Gryffindor, Peter has a strong sense of right and wrong, is very courageous and believes in the general good nature of others, that being said, Peter doesn’t like very many Slytherins and on occasionally will help Gryffindors prank on the snakey lot.
Likes:
Pranks.
Card Games.
Walking through people while they’re not looking.
Turning invisible.
Girls.
Food (sometimes if he phases through it enough he can actually taste it).
Music.
The Whomping Willow.
Deathday parties.
Hogwarts.
Quidditch (he loves watching the Hogwarts matches).
Reading.
Floating.
Swimming in the lake.
Fluffy things.
Dislikes:
The Bloody Baron (That guy is waaay too serious).
Rain.
Chocolate (he hated the flavor all his life and is intent on continuing the happy tradition throughout his death).
The Dungeons.
Rats.
Not being able to eat.
Overly prideful youths.
Bananas.
The Hogwarts Caretaker, they have a long running feud.
When school is out and there is no one to bother and poke.
Goes by: Sebastian, Seb, Birthdate: April 12 Age: 17 Height: 6’1” Blood: Halfblood Eyes: Hazel Hair: Shaggy, dark brown Complexion: Pale
House: Hufflepuff Year: 7th
Personality: From a very early age, Sebastian learned to be second best to his brother. After all, with a Golden Child as an older brother, who didn’t naturally fall into the shadow and remain there? That was the way that Sebastian liked things – it left him to his own creations, allowing him to do whatever he wanted essentially without being noticed by his parents. He was never a “bad kid” per se, but he did like to go out and have a good time, particularly by visiting the underground scene and the punk rock venues where he got lost in the music. Normally at school he keeps to himself, preferring to keep his nose in his journal rather than socializing with others.
Background: Born under the light of a summer moon at the end of June, Sebastian Finley came out quieter than any other baby the Healers had set eyes upon. His mother was nervous that there was something wrong with her second son but once the babe had been cleaned off, and brought over to her, Edana saw that he was perfectly fine -- with tufts of black hair and blue eyes that would later become the most expressive part of the overall nonchalant youth.
It was a marvel to Edana Finley and her husband Hector how different their two young children were from one another. Where Gavrel liked to make a spectacle of himself, Sebastian tended to go about his own thing in silence. Where Gavrel was boisterous and constantly smiling, in his early childhood it was very difficult for anyone to make Sebastian crack a smile. It wasn't to say he was completely sullen, just much more guarded with his emotions than his brother. He was his mother's favorite for he shared her personality and try as she might to keep her favoritism in check, it was very obvious to those who knew the Finley's that Gavrel was Hector's and Sebastian was Edana's. The little family was at least balanced and they managed to live the early years of the boys lives in relative peace and harmony.
Innocence only clouds a child's mind long enough and by the time Sebastian was seven, he was aware of the numerous fights that his parents were having behind the closed doors of their bedchamber. He would constantly stand at attention outside the room until Gavrel pulled him away calling him a nosy bugger and trying to get Sebastian to watch him do tricks on his toy broomstick again. Instead of watching, Sebastian would usually daydream, escape into his own little world where everything was simple and there was no pain. He didn't understand why his mother would not leave his father, and Edana would never say it out loud but it was mainly to her own childhood growing up in a Muggle household filled with Irish Catholics who would shun anyone who divorced their significant other. Divorce was up there on the list of sins with adultery and Edana was far too deeply involved in her religion to do anything but bide through her marriage.
She even began to bring Sebastian along with her to church, showing him the teachings of the church and signing him up to be a choir boy. Here, Sebastian found his first love of music and in particular with singing. He seemed to find the niche in his life that Gavrel found with his Quidditch playing. The young boy would practice for hours in his room until his father banged on the door to shut it and go to sleep. This gave Sebastian a connection to the Muggle world when he had been born deeply planted into the wizarding world.
He became interested in Muggle music around this time, when his brother was no longer at home and he had to entertain himself for hours on end. Sebastian found his love for all sorts of music and would listen to records in his room for hours on end, humming the tunes on the way to choir practice with his mother always curiously watching him.
At Hogwarts, Sebastian kept to himself like normal, and was sorted into Hufflepuff as his parents were before him. There, he flourished in his small group of friends, always acting as the shoulder to cry on, the person to lend a mate a few galleons if they were short during a Hogwarts visit. He was always the person to put someone else’s feelings before his own and some people might view this as him being a push over, but Sebastian always believed that he was really just being a helpful person.
Other: Sebastian learned how to play the guitar in his fourth year. He is cousins with Ceria Pratt.
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Goes by: Ceria Born on: July 9 Age: 16 Height: 5'2" Blood: Halfblood Eyes: Blue Hair: Medium-brown, usually worn down or up in a messy bun Complexion: Pale but tans in the summer
House: Ravenclaw Year: 6th
Personality: Ceria Pratt is a curious combination of factors. She has a natural kindness, but finds it dampened by the cold realism that her experiences have taught her. She’s a romantic and yet practical, and she’s too untrusting to seem as good natured as she does. Growing up as the only child, Ceria has been slightly spoiled because her parents did not have another sibling to give her hand-me-downs.
The first thing that people notice about Ceria is her smile. Quick, natural, and soft, it’s the perfect representation of her easy disposition. Even from birth, Ceria was never a very energetic or high maintenance child. She’s as happy by herself as surrounded with people, and can adapt to either situation with a fluid grace that’s the side effect of good breeding. She doesn’t demand much of other people besides their kindness and respect, and treats them accordingly. It’s Ceria 's firm belief that everyone deserves kindness, regardless of what they’ve done. The same can’t be said, however, for respect. It takes work to earn Ceria 's respect, but once won it’s won forever. She's not especially outgoing, but once you get her talking, she’s as lively and inquisitive a conversationalist as anyone. This easy flow of conversation leads many to the belief that Ceria has scores of friends, but while she is surrounded by close acquaintances, there are few that can say they have her trust. Ceria has a reserved nature that keeps her from revealing too much about herself, and aside from the outwardly noticeable traits, few can say that they know much about her. Ceria prefers to keep the details of her life private, and is determined to stay out of the grand gossip mill that runs throughout the department she works at. Ceria is also incredibly loyal to those she cares about, and would defend them to the end of the earth if she had to.
The most noticeable trait that she inherited from her father is the infamous stubbornness of the Pratts. Ceria is quiet, but once she sets her mind to something, she’ll see it through though all hell should bar the way. This fierceness translates itself most strongly onto Ceria's convictions and set of morals. She can leave room for and consider the gray area, but there’s also a clear definition of what’s right and wrong in her eyes. She finds it incredibly irritating when people try and make decisions for her, and while she’ll refrain from upbraiding them in public, she’ll do what she wants in the end. This isn’t to say, however, that she does what she wants in spite of others’ feelings. She’d never backstab a friend to get something she wanted, for example. Ceria is considerate and always very aware of the feelings of those around her, but in the end, she’ll make her own decisions. She’s very insightful, and understands the motives behind the actions of other people- most of the time, anyway. She’s kind largely because she realizes that everyone faces struggles, whether they make it known or not. Ceria likes to be there for other people, and often finds herself giving advice even if she has no idea what to say.
No one who reads as avidly as Ceria can avoid the title of romantic- not completely, anyway. Ceria may be sensible, but there’s a side of her that tends more to daydreams and adventures in faraway places. This is the side that longs to be swept off her feet; for noble and dangerous quests; for more in her life than a job and marriage and children. This side is rarely indulged, but it fuels Ceria ‘s dreams while she sleeps. It’s a constant struggle for Ceria, balancing the romantic with the realist. For although she likes to imagine the best ending to each scenario, she knows how foolish it is to lie to oneself. She prefers to find the middle ground between optimism and pessimism and form her outlook from there. Besides, she likes to take control over her life by planning, and planning is best suited to the pragmatist.
Ceria is surprisingly sarcastic for such a quiet thing. Her initial good nature and quick laugh don’t suggest it, but the form of humor that she picked up from her father is purely sardonic. She’s never cruel, but she loves teasing her friends as a sign of affection. As humor in general goes, though, Ceria is usually easy to please. If something’s funny, she’ll laugh, and if it isn’t, she’ll offer a smile instead. She hides her irritation well, but it flares up more often than she’d like. Ceria had been trained into a good poker face by her mother, but on the rare occasion that something is too much for her to keep her temper, she prefers to leave the room rather than stay and erupt at whomever she’s speaking to. She’s not afraid of confrontation, exactly- more reluctant to lose her cool in public. Ceria has always been the type to hide what she feels in the interest of her friends. She doesn’t want them to worry about taking care of her, and what’s more, she doesn’t want them to judge her for her sadness or fury, or both. Ceria goes to all kinds of lengths to avoid judgment from those closest to her, even if she can take it from outsiders without so much as flinching. That being said, it’s hard to find someone who would directly insult Ceria Pratt in the first place.
All in all, though not as apparent from the outside, Ceria Pratt is just as much of an enigma as anyone else. She has an easygoing and even tempered shell, but it’s hard to crack, and underneath lies a far more complex personality than just “happy” and “sweet”. She’s quiet and kind at first, but only those closest to the young woman can really say that they know and understand her.
Background: As a youth, Ceria had always maintained patience, although that didn't say much. She had inherited the wilfullness of her mother, and the only difference was that Ceria was also given her father's quiet nature to temper it. It was just after her eighth birthday that Ceria showed signs that she was magical, which was late for a pureblooded witch. The Pratts were seated at the long wooden table in the kitchen, snacking on croissants with raspberry jam and animatedly discussing when they would go to Berlin to visit Ava Pratt's family as they did every summer. Ceria was making a passionate defense on going just after her father's birthday, casting a glance at the bowl of green apples in the middle of the table, the fruit beginning to stir. Her parents began to debate whether this was a good idea as Ava insisted that her family would want to celebrate her husband's birthday, and Ceria's eyes stayed glued to the apple bowl, and one by one the green spheres rose into the air, forming a perfect circle above her head. Ava and Edward stared transfixed at the fruit as Ceria, using her finger, directed them in a strange sort of airborne dance. The apples bobbed as she moved them into a line; a figure eight; an orbit around the entire kitchen until finally, overcome with glee and losing her concentration, they fell onto the ground simultaneously and with a clatter that caused her parents to gasp in shock. Ceria fell into a fit of giggles thinking it all a game while Ava began to cry with happiness, as her daughter was now eligible to go to Hogwarts when she came of age.
The time eventually came for Ceria to leave her parents at King’s Cross Station and find her future aboard the scarlet bullet known as the Hogwarts Express. She was sorted into Ravenclaw, to her parent's surprise, as Edward had been in Slytherin himself. Over the course of the year, Ceria grew into her own, as she met new people at Hogwarts. She’d never been very outgoing, but she was quick with a laugh and spoke to anyone who spoke to her, and for the first time in her life, Ceria felt like people actually liked her. During her first few years at Hogwarts, Ceria flourished academically and socially. Out from the oppression of her parent's hovering, the girl began to grow into the sunny, wise, and unfailingly compassionate woman that she is destined to be. She excelled in some classes and struggled in others, both of which were met with the same quiet, burning determination that had fueled her since the day she was sorted as a first year.
When she wasn't at school, Ceria was traveling and she always enjoyed each new place that she went to. In order to keep up with the locals in the European countries that she visited, Ceria took the time to learn languages and became fluent in four -- German, French, Spanish and Italian. Her knack for learning languages would be paramount in her future career and only made her more interested in learning magical languages like Mermish and Gobbledegook which she would begin to take on in her sixth year at Hogwarts and wanted to be at least conversational by the time she graduated.
Other: Ceria is very hard on herself at all times to be the very best that she can be. She is cousins with Sebastian Finley
Serial Prankster • Troloholic • Like a BAWS • Brae the Lionheart & Lion Cub • AnDee & Melsse
"Made-up Boy" "Made-up Girl"?! You know their names, Culprit!
Oh also reserve another Made-up boy for my nerdy allergy-prone twin... William MacGhilleseatheanaich III.
"Made-up Boy" "Made-up Girl"?! You know their names, Culprit!
Oh also reserve another Made-up boy for my nerdy allergy-prone twin... William MacGhilleseatheanaich III.
Hey, I was trying not to show favoritism!
Oh my goodness, what a fantastic name,
I'll add the young man to the list, and I'll put James down as well as a reserve.
How do you even pronounce that?
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the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence
Serial Prankster • Troloholic • Like a BAWS • Brae the Lionheart & Lion Cub • AnDee & Melsse
I come bearing 3 of 4 bios. I'll have the twin's ready hopefully by tomorrow!
SPOILER!!: The Vincenzis
 Goes by: Vi Birthdate: September 30 Age: 15 Height: 5'5" Blood: Pureblood Eyes: Crystal blue Hair: Waist-length dark brown, straight hair Complexion: Lightly tanned
House: Gryffindor Year: 5th
Personality: Despite her age and being the youngest of three siblings, Vianna is oftentimes the most level-headed of the Vincenzi kids. But other times, she can be surprisingly childish and manipulative; she’s used to getting her way and has entirely too much persistence for anyone not to give in to her wishes eventually. Her overall behaviour can often depend on the situation she’s in; she’s more likely to be friendly and kind when meeting new people or talking with an old friend, but her behaviour might become more childish if it’s her brothers she’s dealing with.
As a Gryffindor, Vianna can be a loyal, trusting friend who, in her efforts to help or protect, can get a little too involved in others’ problems. This sometimes works out just fine, but oftentimes backfires on her. When she doesn't agree there's justice in a situation, she'll drag herself into the turmoil and sometimes turn a problem from bad to worse, though her intentions are the complete opposite. Overall, Vianna is a fun-loving, laid-back, loyal and caring character.
Background: Vianna is the only daughter of Veronica and Vittorio Vincenzi, her two other siblings both being boys. She's the youngest as well, following closely behind them by only a couple years. Vianna is quite proud of her Italian roots and her family's status, but is still not quite as superficial as her brothers. By the time the Vincenzis arrived to England, Vianna was only ten years of age but already quite fluent in the English language, at least more than her brothers. Despite her careless, laid-back attitude, Vianna is often stereotyped as the typical good student, always finishing her work long before it's due and never missing a class. Vianna is a quick learner and doesn't really actually spend that much time studying, her trick is to stay awake in class, pay attention, and then avoid the books as soon as class is over but somehow she still pulls through. Vianna is very close to her brothers and is often caught up in-between their rivalries, sometimes having to play referee to their pointless, immature arguments.
Other: Just like her two brothers, Vianna is an avid broom-racing fanatic and will take on any challenge proudly. Being the only female in her home, aside from their mother, Vianna often receives different treatment than her brothers, which she actually hates as she often wants to be seen as "one of the boys."
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 Goes by: Vince. Born on: October 20 Age: 16 Height: 6'2" Blood: Pureblood Eyes: Crystal blue Hair: Medium-brown, a little long but always stylized Complexion: Lightly tanned, though paler than his siblings
House: Gryffindor Year: 6th
Personality: Vince is a bit of everything mixed in to create one devious, shameless, dim-witted, and rather cocky character. As a Gryffindor, he has the basic qualities of any other member of the House: he's brave, loyal, and confident to the point of arrogance. Vince is quite cheery and not that easily bothered; he's laid-back and has a hard time taking things seriously. Just as people have a hard time taking him seriously. Vince will always be up for any scheming, pranking, or any other trouble-making that is typical of a boy his age. He's also rather flirty and shameless, he'll take pride in anything and mix up anyone's words to hear only what he wants; he's not a very good listener thanks to that bad habit. Being the spoiled little rich boy that he is, Vince can also be quite selfish - always aiming to get what others want, most specifically girls. This tends to get him in trouble with the female population, as he's grown a bit of a reputation for his one-sided, week-long relationships.
Background: Vince comes from an extremely large and wealthy Italian family. His father owns a wizarding resort in the city of Palermo and his mother, though a kind-hearted woman, helps only when it’s strictly necessary. She’s more of a society lady, spending most of her time at exclusive country clubs and attending large social events. Once the Vincenzi siblings were accepted into Hogwarts, Mr. and Mrs. Vincenzi bought a second home in London, just to be closer to the children in case of any unexpected event. By the time the family temporarily moved to England, Vince and his brother were 10 and 11, and his sister 9, but they had already been practicing English back in their homeland of Italy, so by the time they started classes at Hogwarts the language was never a problem for them. All three siblings still speak both languages fluently, though they stick to their native tongue while at home.
Other: Ever since Vince was a young boy, his father had always pushed him and his brother into becoming the best Quidditch players the country will ever see, but all the pushing actually discouraged Vince and even caused him to lose interest in the sport. He still watches the games, but refuses to join the team. He prefers broom races, especially against his brother with whom he keeps a friendly, brotherly rivalry.
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House: Slytherin Year: 7th
Personality: Victor was the only sibling to be sorted into Slytherin; most likely due to his very logical nature, ability to avoid emotions, and carelessness for the feelings of others. However, he can be surprisingly nice when it comes to certain people, like his brother and sister, as well as his best mates. Victor isn't one to talk much and share what’s going on in his mind, even to his friends, which makes him a little unpredictable and hard to understand. Unlike his brother, Victor has a more serious - sometimes even more mature - attitude, and though he can sometimes be found making humorless jokes at the expense of others, he can turn serious when it's needed. The boy was brought up with a “family first” mentality, which makes him very attached to and protective of his younger siblings, for whom his father had assigned him the role of guardian-away-from-home. He can be helpful and considerate to the right people, but tends to look out for his own interest and what benefits him first.
Background: Victor was born into a large, wealthy family of Italian descent. As the oldest and first-born son of the very old-fashioned Veronica and Vittorio Vincenzi, Victor inherited the rather burdensome responsibility of constantly watching over his siblings and helping his father manage the resort back in their home city. Though Mr. Vincenzi is a very jolly, adorable short little round man with a very typical Italian look about him (and those mesmerizing blue eyes all three offsprings inherited), he can be sometimes unreasonably demanding of his oldest son, expecting more than Victor could possibly provide. It isn’t something that tore the boy down, though, but instead helped him build character, a clever mind, and a hard-working, reliable attitude.
Other: Despite having his future already planned out for him (inheriting the resort his father and grandfather had created and helped grow) and being surprisingly skilled in business management, Victor’s real interest is in potions. His dream is to deviate from the path set out for him and become a Healer. He played in the Slytherin Quidditch team for four years as beater, but dropped out in his last year to take extra potions lessons and attend special seminars on the subject.
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Fullname: Liam Gregirian Lockhart
Nicknames: none
Date of Birth: December 13th 2038
Place of Birth: London, England
School: Hogwarts
House: Slytherin
Year: 6th
Age:16
Relationship Status: Single
Blood: Half (Not something he has ever revealed to any of his friends but they know, he hates it but know one bothers him about because he has a reputation)
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Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color:Hazel
Height:5:10
Weight:165
History: Liam was born to Miriam and Jack Lockhart. His mother is muggle but his father is fine with that. He is muggle enthusiast. Growing up Liam barely knew much of the magical world untill he turned 8 and his father decided to finally intorduce him to his grandparents on his fathers side who he had been told were insane by his mother time and time again.As much as his father told to keep magic out they did not and it was not long before Liam see's it and ends up doing his first piece of spontaneous magic of blowing up a punch bowl when he got angry at his parents for not telling him about his magical herritage when his grandparents did. It was not long after that his father decided to just leave him with his grandparents because he was down right adamant that he would not quit magic. From then on he lived with his grandparents and learned how to control his magic and made friends with lots of young pureblood wizards of his of colleagues of his grandparents. At the age of 11 he recieved his wand and went off to Hogwarts. Growing up for 3 years around purebloods with prejudice it was no surprise he became a Slytherin. But he is not a total jerk. If you catch him when no purebloods are around he can be a nice guy to anyone. If he had his choice he would not be so much a follower but he has a reputation.
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Okay, here's what I have so far. I'll edit the rest in once it's written. (the flaw with adapting a character who wasn't originally in the HP universe. It takes a bit of work to get the history set.)
The library of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was one of the great libraries of all history. Within it's bookshelves were every book on magic that was worth reading, everything: from books on potions, to magical fungi, to even the darkest of magical arts. It was also a place of contemplation, of quiet study and usually it was Airi Mondai's favorite place in the whole school.
Usually, except for today, because at this moment Airi was experiencing a feeling she was not familiar with, one that was making her incredibly listless.
She was bored, bored with her studies, bored with her books, just plan bored. Surrounded at her usual work table with more books and parchment then was necessary Airi could not get herself to begin her essay or to open a single textbook.
The Ravenclaw had a Transfiguration paper due, not to mention an essay on electricity for Muggle studies but she just did not have the energy. The brunette was roused from her stupor by the sound of very loud, and very quick paced footsteps. Oh she knew that walk anywhere.
Sure enough, upon turning her head, she was greeted with the site of a beaming Ned Hall.
That in itself was an omen of bad things to come.
"Airi darling," Ned said, taking the seat next to her without waiting for an invitation. "I was looking for you," Ned said, pushing aside her books without a thought and putting his own in a neat stack on the table. Airi only rolled her eyes, classic Ned popping out of nowhere and making her life more complicated, because even though Airi had no idea what the boy needed or wanted from her, she knew it would probably be something time consuming and requiring a lot of patience.
"Oh really now?" Airi said with a small amused smile.
"Yeah, I need help with this Ancient runes question.... Also, I missed that gorgeous face," Ned smirked, unable to stop himself from flirting with the lovely, and very kind Airlia Mondai, sure the two were only friends, but that didn't mean he couldn't be play around a bit.
"You big dummy, you know you don't have to flatter me to get my help," Airi replied with that soft smile of hers. Though she wasn't in the mood for coursework, or any kind of work, Airi couldn't find it in herself to turn Ned (or anyone else for that matter), away.
"I would never use do such a thing!!" Ned exclaimed, pretending to be offended, but Airi only shook her head and got to work on the boys homework.
"Now let's see if we can make sense of this... " Airi murmured.
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“Oh my God, would you drop it already?!”
“You’re my sister for Merlin’s sake, why didn’t you say anything?!”
Vianna stopped so abruptly, that Vince almost walked straight into her. Her crystal blue eyes seemed to reflect the fire inside her, and her usually cheery expression was contorted with irritation and annoyance.
“Because you deserve it!” she snapped angrily at him. “I’m your sister not your bloody lawyer.”
For the past fifteen minutes, Vince had been trailing after his sister throughout the entire castle, demanding an explanation for her not interfering earlier that day when the professor gave him afternoon detention for copying another student’s notes. The two siblings had been sitting next to each other in Potions that morning, and Vince, as usual, had tried to use his good looks and dull-pretty-boy charm to copy the notes of the girl sitting to his left. But the Hufflepuff girl was having none of it and called for the professor’s attention when she caught him sneaking a peek at her paper.
Vince was offended Vianna hadn’t intervened and defended him as - in his opinion - any good little sister should do.
In a desperate attempt to lose him, Vianna hurried into the library - a place she knew he would never dream of entering - but, much to her disappointment, the endless lines of bookshelves were not enough to scare the boy away, and he continued chasing after her like a persistent mosquito.
Vianna’s blue eyes lit up at the sight of a very familiar, friendly face - Airi. And opposite the brunette was the back of someone’s very familiar blonde head. Ned Hall.
“Thank Merlin you’re here!” the girl let out in a breathless sigh of relief as she unceremoniously dumped her books on the table the other two had been sharing. Without awaiting an invitation, she proceeded to sit down. “Please get him off my back.” The girl didn’t need to specify who she was talking about as, just half a second later, Vince stood right behind her.
“Vi, please!"
"I'm not doing it."
"But Professor Stonem loves you!"
"I'm not getting involved!" She shot him a deathly glare. "If you don't go away I swear to Merlin I'll send my Care of Magical Creatures book after you," she added, patting the book she precisely happened to be carrying at that moment. Disturbed by the commotion, the book growled softly beneath her touch.
"Oh, hello Vianna, hello Vince, you two better lower your voices, Madamn Geraldine is just itching to kick someone out today," Airlia said, sneaking a peek at the surly librarian, thankfully she was too busy telling of a fifth year to pay attention to their little group. Airi decided right then and there to give up on homework, because when Ned Hall and the Vincenzi boys (in this case boy) got together only mischief could follow, and Airi wasn't even going to try to fight it.
"Oi, this is a private study group Vi, who said you could join in?" Ned playfully asked, smiling at the female Vincenzi, before turning his attention to Vince "Alright there Vince?" Ned said, greeting the Gryffindor with a fist bump. The Vincenzi's were the only Gryffindors he could honestly say he liked, which was really saying something, because Ned couldn't even tolerate most of them. Except the girls, he did more then tolerate the girls.
Airi needn't glance at Ned to see the smirk on his face, she could practically feel it. Yeah, she wasn't gong to get any work done. "What's going on then with you two?" Airi asked Vianna, gesturing between the two sibling, with a curious expression on her kind features.
"Obviously Vince here has gotten himself into another pickle, that so Vincey?" Ned asked, leaning back casually in his chair, acting as usual as if he owned the place.
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“Sorry,” Vianna muttered in a whisper, her annoyed features magically transforming into a sweet, apologetic smile as the older girl warned her about the librarian. But her sweetness quickly disappeared as she stuck her tongue out childishly at Ned, who playfully questioned her presence at the table.
Vince pulled the empty chair next to his sister (much to her disappointment) and turned it around, so he was sitting using the chair’s back as support for his elbows.
“Vi’s being lame. She won’t help me get out of detention tomorrow,” the Italian boy explained simply as Ned and Airi asked what was wrong.
Vianna scoffed and rolled her eyes. “‘Lame’?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow at her brother. “Really?”
Vince ignored her and, all past troubles forgotten (he had a short attention span), turned back to the other two. “So what are you two nerds doing here? Secret library date, eh? How dull."
"It's alright, I just don't want you guys to get into trouble," Airi said with a kind smile, laughing softly at Vianna's response to Ned. They had the oddest of friendships those two, they were always teasing and picking at each other like brother and sister, though Airi sometimes thought she saw something other then brotherly affection in Ned's eyes when he looked at Vianna. "Or in Vince's case, more trouble," She added with an bemused shake of her head.
"I don't blame her, I would help you ether mate, it's your fault for getting caught," Ned replied, with a wry grin, before making a face at Vianna. The Ravenclaw and Slytherin watched with quiet amusement at the siblings small squabble, watching the Vincenzi's bicker was one of the better spectator sports at Hogwarts, and was a welcome distraction.
"Aww, don't be jealous big boy, I promise I only have eyes for you," Ned teasingly said, winking charmingly at the Italian boy. He just loved messing with Vince this way.
"Can't a boy and girl be friends without people assuming something is going on? Honestly," Airi said, speaking more to Vianna then to the boys as she was sure she knew what their answers would be.
"Boys and girls cannot be friends," Ned said in an offhand manner. He knew very well from personal experience it was impossible.
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Vianna chuckled softly at Airi’s comment, and flashed her brother a triumphant smirk as Ned, surprisingly, took her side. Though she knew if he had to choose which sibling to pick on, most often his choice was Vince. The Italian boy wasn’t amused though, and he just rolled his eyes. PSHHHH. His fault? How was trying to get ahead in life at the expense of others a fault at all? If anything, he should be rewarded for his cunningness.
“I think so. One of my best mates is a boy,” Vianna said in response to Airi’s question.
Naturally, Vince had to comment. “That’s only because that William McGit kid is the epitome of unattractive. Anyway, doesn’t change the fact that he probably has a crush on you.”
Vianna slapped her brother’s forearm, a gesture which caused him to wince and pull his arm out of the girl’s reach. “You are so rude sometimes!”
“Whatever. I agree with Ned,” said Vince, tilting his head in Ned’s direction to gesture toward the boy without exposing his arm again. “If I talk to a good-looking girl, I want to snog her, not be her friend. And if I talk to an ugly girl… well, I don’t talk to ugly girls, actually.”
Exactly how she was related to Vince Vincenzi was beyond Vianna, but she had given up on trying to find any adoption papers at her father’s office each summer. “Anyway. Did you guys hear about Cormic McAllister yesterday?” she asked, her blue eyes sparkling in a way that showed she had just gone on gossip mode.
"Seriously, like what is wrong with that guys face?" Ned asked, laughing way too loudly for someone who was in a library, causing Airi to shh him with an incredulous look on her face, seriously, did no one get the fact that they were in a library? Airi guessed not.
"Remind me, why do I hang out with you guys, again?" Airi ruefully asked, tying back her dark hair into a loose ponytail. Her large eyes widened as Vianna mentioned something about Cormic McAllister, a popular fifth year Gryffindor. "What about Cormic?" Airi asked, she wasn't one for gossip but when it was someone she knew she couldn't help but be curious.
"I think I heard something... I can't remember," Ned said, with a shrug.
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Vianna shot Ned a glare as the boy commented on her friend’s appearance. If there was one thing she absolutely could not stand was cruelty towards others, but it seemed her brothers and Ned were immune to guilt. She let the comment slide as she focused her attention on Airi instead, the only sane person of the group.
“You don’t know?” asked Vianna in a whisper, blue eyes wide. Suddenly she seemed very interested in following the library’s rules on keeping voices low. “They found him unconscious in the Forbidden Forest. He’d been missing for a couple days when a group of boys decided to go look for him. He’s in the Hospital Wing now, but there’s no word on how long it’ll take him to come back to us… if ever.” She shuddered.
Vince’s dark eyebrows furrowed above his blue eyes as he listened to the story. “I think I remember now. Isn’t that the kid who was dared to go in there in exchange for five galleons? What an idiot. I bet he probably just tripped on a root and hit his head on a rock,” he laughed, and Vianna had to hold the urge to kick him in the shins for his lack of sympathy. “I bet I would’ve not only survived the trip, but brought a few tamed giant spiders with me as well.”
Vianna rolled her eyes. “You think you’re just so brave, don’t you?” Git.
Airi's ink stained hand instinctively went to her mouth as the young girl gasped at Cormic's fate. But he had been such a nice boy, a bit dull headed, but nice. Airi glared at Vince's uncaring response, really the boys could be so immature sometimes. "That isn't funny Vince, seriously, this is awful." Airi said, saddened by the news, though she had not been great friends with the boy in question, Airi was an emphatic young women and felt deeply for the pain of others. "They ought to take him to Saint Mungos," Airi added, taking down a few notes to clear her mind.
"Oh, come on Airi, the boy's a git, he had it coming," Ned said, sure he understood that the situation was bad, but he also knew that Cormic was a thunder head and had practically been begging for someone to kill him by heading into the forest.
"I for once, agree with Vince, the forest is child's play if you know what not to do," Ned confidently, smirking at the lovely Vianna, he was as always eager to impress and eager to prove himself, and because Ned was not one to look before he leapt, he was completely oblivious to the trap he was setting himself.
"I doubt that you and Ned would last s day in the forest, no offense," Airi said, speaking honestly.
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Vianna nodded her head in agreement to Airi's words, while Vince merely rolled his eyes. What happened to that git Cormic was totally funny. Hilarious, even. "Yeah, to the loony bin side of Mungo's," he added to her last statement.
Vianna could hardly believe her ears. It was one thing for Vince to be acting like an idiot because, well, he was one. But Ned? The girl had always had a little more faith in him.
"You two are idiots," she muttered, shaking her head.
As Airi voiced her lack of faith in the two boys, Vince's jaw dropped and he gasped dramatically. "You kidding?! Ned said it - the forest is child's play! It would be like a walk in the park!"
Vianna narrowed her eyes at her brother and suddenly smirked, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back into her chair casually. "Oh really?" she said, turning from Vince to Ned. "If you are so brave and skilled then, why don't you go into some stupid place and try to make it out alive?"
Vince was all on it. "Forest? You just say when."
"No." Vianna shook her head. "Somewhere better." Crystal blue eyes sparkling with mischief, she leaned in slightly over the table and whispered at the two boys, "The Shrieking Shack."
Airi was appalled at the boys behavior, she knew that they could care less about other people, but this was excessive, and just not nice. What was wrong with them. "You two are awful, especially you Vince," Airi said, gathering up her things into a clean pile, separate from the others, that way when they got really nasty she could easily excuse herself.
"Come on Vianna, it isn't all that big of a deal," Ned said, trying to assuage the young woman. Ned really had no idea why Vianna and Airlia were being so uppity, they barely knew Cormic, any of them, so what did it matter? Simply put, it didn't.
"It is not child's play! The greatest Wizard in history nearly died in there three times, and excuse me, but I doubt ether of you are better Wizards then Harry Potter," Airi said, astounded by Vince's and Ned's arrogance, she had never heard the boys talk so foolishly before.
Ned nodded at Vince's words, they could totally handle themselves i the forest or any other wasteland they were thrusted into. "Yeah, Vi, we've got skills," The Slyhterin smirked.
At Vianna's words Ned didn't bat an eye, the Slytherin was all about challenges, and was far too prideful to back down from even the worst of them. With his trademark broad grin, Ned leaned forward, looking Vianna straight in her beautiful blue eyes. "Are you daring us Vincenzi?" Ned playfully, almost charmingly asked.
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Airi was appalled at the boys behavior, she knew that they could care less about other people, but this was excessive, and just not nice. What was wrong with them. "You two are awful, especially you Vince," Airi said, gathering up her things into a clean pile, separate from the others, that way when they got really nasty she could easily excuse herself.
"Come on Vianna, it isn't all that big of a deal," Ned said, trying to assuage the young woman. Ned really had no idea why Vianna and Airlia were being so uppity, they barely knew Cormic, any of them, so what did it matter? Simply put, it didn't.
"It is not child's play! The greatest Wizard in history nearly died in there three times, and excuse me, but I doubt ether of you are better Wizards then Harry Potter," Airi said, astounded by Vince's and Ned's arrogance, she had never heard the boys talk so foolishly before.
Ned nodded at Vince's words, they could totally handle themselves i the forest or any other wasteland they were thrusted into. "Yeah, Vi, we've got skills," The Slyhterin smirked.
At Vianna's words Ned didn't bat an eye, the Slytherin was all about challenges, and was far too prideful to back down from even the worst of them. With his trademark broad grin, Ned leaned forward, looking Vianna straight in her beautiful blue eyes. "Are you daring us Vincenzi?" Ned playfully, almost charmingly asked.
Vince merely dismissed poor Airi’s panic with a wave of his hand. He wasn’t interested in history lessons or scoldings at the moment, his mind was on better things: taking notes to mock Cormic when the boy woke up from his coma, and going along with whatever stupid dare his little sister was trying to set him and Ned up for.
“Airi’s right,” said Vianna, but even she could be a little foolish at times. Though she agreed with Airi’s statements, she was more interested in teaching the boys a lesson than she was in scolding them, a decision which sometimes proved as stupid as the boys’ actions themselves.
When Vianna announced that she was daring them into the Shrieking Shack, Vince’s blue eyes widened and he pulled back slightly from the table. OOOHOHOHO, ohhh no, oh no siree. He’d heard stories about this place. The forest was one thing - he’d snuck around there plenty of times before, though of course never deep enough to find himself in any real trouble. But the Shack? That was a completely different story. Thieves and murderers hid there! Not to mention it was usually accompanied by a generous number of unfriendly ghosts.
“Sorry Vi, but now you’re overdoing it.”
Vianna wasn’t listening to her brother anymore, as her blue eyes were locked on Ned. Secretly, she didn’t want Vince to go on the mission anyway because despite being a stupid git, he was still her brother. Ned, on the other hand, she didn’t mind giving a little scare. So, at the Slytherin’s question, Vianna narrowed her eyes and nodded her head. “That’s right, Hall. This is a dare.”
Vince merely dismissed poor Airi’s panic with a wave of his hand. He wasn’t interested in history lessons or scoldings at the moment, his mind was on better things: taking notes to mock Cormic when the boy woke up from his coma, and going along with whatever stupid dare his little sister was trying to set him and Ned up for.
“Airi’s right,” said Vianna, but even she could be a little foolish at times. Though she agreed with Airi’s statements, she was more interested in teaching the boys a lesson than she was in scolding them, a decision which sometimes proved as stupid as the boys’ actions themselves.
When Vianna announced that she was daring them into the Shrieking Shack, Vince’s blue eyes widened and he pulled back slightly from the table. OOOHOHOHO, ohhh no, oh no siree. He’d heard stories about this place. The forest was one thing - he’d snuck around there plenty of times before, though of course never deep enough to find himself in any real trouble. But the Shack? That was a completely different story. Thieves and murderers hid there! Not to mention it was usually accompanied by a generous number of unfriendly ghosts.
“Sorry Vi, but now you’re overdoing it.”
Vianna wasn’t listening to her brother anymore, as her blue eyes were locked on Ned. Secretly, she didn’t want Vince to go on the mission anyway because despite being a stupid git, he was still her brother. Ned, on the other hand, she didn’t mind giving a little scare. So, at the Slytherin’s question, Vianna narrowed her eyes and nodded her head. “That’s right, Hall. This is a dare.”
"Vince is right guys... Look, why don't we put this nonsense aside and go do something actually fun," Airi said diplomatically trying to break up the tension between the Vincenzi Sibling and Ned, who seemed far too involved in their little game of chicken to realize how silly they were all being. Airi could feel the trouble brewing.
Filled with arrogance and a willful nature, though Ned knew well enough how bad of an idea this was, he couldn't back down, especially not when it was Vianna daring him, Vianna who would only think less of him if he backed out now. No, he couldn't back down, he would have to follow through.
With a confident smile that did not match his inner feelings of anxiety, Ned ignored Vince's desertion and addressed Vianna. "How long? Vincenzi, and try to make it challenging for Merlin's sake," Ned laughed.
"Guys seriously, this is just dumb, Vianna come on," Airi said, pleading with her friend to end things.
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