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Welcome To Beauxbatons. You are a Tom Marvolo Riddle, SV!

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Tally Ho!

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[X] Suffer quietly this affront. It is horrible, but it is not worth making a scene over.
No. of votes: 2
Dark Ness
toxinvictory

[X] Go be eaten by a Crocodile.
No. of votes: 6
Zeromaru2
NinjaMAster
veekie
steamrick
Bakkasama
HeuristicKeeper

[X] Suffer quietly this affront, but promise vengeance upon him and his entire family for the generations to come!
No. of votes: 4
saskakachi
RandomLurker
Superticus
daimahou

[X] Unhand me, you filthy peon! Unhand your future king!
No. of votes: 2
Ian Drash
Dragonskyt

[X] Go be lost in a deserted island.
No. of votes: 5
Unelemental
WorldSlayer
reborn214
AllRoadsLeadTo
Demonic Spoon

[X] Suffer quietly this affront. It is horrible, but it is not worth making a scene over.
-[X] Grind your teeth slightly.
No. of votes: 2
will408914
JoshieWoshie

[X] Unhand me!
No. of votes: 1
theorion

[X] Stay young forever? Actually, you like this idea. Aside from the whole.... Touching thing.
--[X] You can grin and bear it though. It's possible that your roommate will have other good ideas later on if you remain... Ugh... Close.
No. of votes: 4
Vindictus
saiman
Ridiculously Average Guy
Dr. Bob Doom

[x] Calmly ask Louise for tips on handling Marceaux.
No. of votes: 1
Oh I am slain!

[X] Tick tack, tick tack do you her the crocodile coming?
No. of votes: 1
Khaine

[X]Your tone of familiarity and ease shows how dreadfully you require those etiquette lessons, Marceaux. You forgot to take your potions again... You say in a cold voice
No. of votes: 10
JeffJway
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Ultra Meh
Andmeuths
Verminlord1
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Dark Abstraction
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Sereg
JaceAoT
 
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Chapter One, Part Five
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    • [X] Your tone of familiarity and ease shows how dreadfully you require those etiquette lessons, Marceaux. You forgot to take your potions again... You say in a cold voice.

    Chapter One, Part Five

    "Your tone of familiarity and ease shows how dreadfully you require those etiquette lessons, Marceaux. You forgot to take your potions again..." you say in a cold voice, glaring daggers at the boy who mock-shudders, lifting his arms up from both yours and Camille's shoulders.

    "Damn! Louise, you managed to corrupt another one!" as he carefully makes the sign of the cross in front of you, which makes Camille look slightly affronted at that.

    "Or maybe there's someone here with a modicum amount of wisdom," Louise replies, giving you a mere and brief glance. She sighs next, "Marceaxu, while you may be allowed to play in the mud because you are young, do remember you are among one of the purest families of wizards next time, will you? It would be a shame if your mingling were to reach your grandfather's ears."

    Marceaux grumbles, "That old coot is probably still busy yelling at the mirror for daring to wear his same clothes," he chuckles at that. "Now!" he claps his hands, "Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfast!" as he chants that, a Denonciateur gives your 'group' a thin-lipped glare of the type you know means 'there will trouble'.

    Although maybe out of mercy, he decides not to act on it and simply waits for the rest of the first years to be gathered. "Follow me," he says curtly.

    And follow him you do.

    Along the way, the hallways of Beauxbatons are shining from the golden radiance of the morning sun, and as mirthful maidens play in the portraits and a couple of statues wave shyly at the passing first years, your eyes catch on to the gold that adorns most of the things around you.

    You want that.

    You want all of that.

    You want this.

    You want everything. You, Tom Marvolo Riddle...want everything.

    Your isn't the expression of a child being awed, but of the bitter realization that this isn't yours. If you weren't a wizard, you would never have had access to this. If you weren't special, you would never have seen these sights, taken in these presences, acknowledged this reality.

    And now you have.

    The breakfast hall is large and magnificent, even more so than the hallway. Fairies seem to be flapping their wings around, giggling as they wave at you. The older years are already seated, and appear to be the very picture of refinement. Whether out of some form of unknown protocol, there isn't a free table only for first years.

    There are a few empty seats next to higher years, but no two empty seats are one next to the other.

    "Now," the Denonciateur that guided you there says, clearing his voice, "You will present yourself. Girls should say their name and surname and then do a proper curtsy. One of the older years will call you by their sides after that and you will head there. Boys should present themselves the same way, and then do a bow. The same will happen for them. We will not be going in alphabetical order, but whoever goes first. No pushing, and remain civilized." The last sentence is said with as much dripping venom as is possible to get away with without being rude.

    [X] Go first.
    [X] The middle is better.
    [X] Go nearly last.
    [X] Go last.
     
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    • [X] Go first.
    We are Tom Marvolo Riddle, and we will not wait until one of these peasants has gathered enough courage to go first.
    We are Tom Marvolo Riddle, and we will never be last, and we will never be mediocre.
     
    [X] Go nearly last.

    Long enough to see what mistakes not to make, and it gives us the chance to be memorable. If we fail for whatever reason, there are still a few more people that have to go, so we can sneak back into obscurity.
     
    [X] Go nearly last.

    I choose it because its almost assured that a certain shy waifu isn't the type to go first.
     
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