The summer sun beat down on you as you stepped off the train, a feeling of excitement and adventure coursing through your veins. You had never traveled such a long distance alone before, and the idea of navigating the muggle world without the help of magic was both thrilling and a little daunting. It had not been by your planning though. Arriving at Kings Cross instead of your father, there had been only a letter waiting for you.
I love how this so effortlessly shows exactly where Jacob got his inquisitive nature from and keeps to their tradition of a different method of transport home every year.
Were muggles maybe less empathetic? Asking that … where would they fall in a ranking between conscious beings? How conscious could someone really be without magic? You knew that owls had to be raised a certain way to have them develop most of their intelligence, so maybe the same was true for these non-wizards?
Fuck empathy, this shit's hilarious.
"I have battled Death longer than any other man has and now I find myself on the bridge, crossing the river. I can sense him, Jacob. A skeletal hand is reaching out for me and while I will not fight him anymore …" your eyes were locked with his. The magic in the room vibrated with his words as if there was more in the room than just you and Nicolas. "I will take one more thing from death before I leave the bridge behind. I will build the Deathly Hallows, my boy."
The workshop fell into silence before Nicolas spoke one more question.
"Will you help me on this endeavor?"
I think I speak for everyone in thread when I say yes. One thousand times yes. We will absolutely help you with this Nicholas, there is nothing that could stop us. Holy shit this is cool, I'm hyped as hell to see how this turns out and what we'll learn.
"I think you should trust your mother's taste in clothing, son," she said.
You did not answer, instead you took your wand out as well. You pulled the robe off and cast: "Incendio!" pointing at the thing as you threw it. The fireball would have hit it before the robe touched the ground, but something purple intercepted it. Your mother's wand work was quicker than yours still. Another flick of her wand and the robe was on you again.
"Mama," you said calmly, both of you still smiling at each other like psychopaths. "I will burn the house down if that might solve this problem."
"Vamos hijo, solo una vez en tu vida. ¡No seas tan terco!" (Come on son, just once in your life. Dont be so stubborn!) Her smile dropped and her voice was raised in frustration.
"How am I the stubborn one! I have my own clothes that I can wear!" You said, raising your voice as well.
"You are too old to look hideous, Jacob! You are a beautiful young man, and you need to own that with your presence as well!" Her frown was barely overshadowing the smile that she was trying to fight.
"Fine, I will keep the shirt. But I will definitely not wear this …" you said and pointed at your robe. "Monstrosity."
Isabella Cortez' expression until you left the house was only slightly above a serious frown. The two of you left the island, your mother grabbing your arm for side-apparition to the mainland of France.
The only thing that stayed in the house, was a perfectly fine robe, that was actually not a problem for you. By the strong grip around your arm and the fierce look in your mother's eye, you knew that she was very happy right now even if she was trying not to show it.
You had learned long ago, that while they were supremely mindful in leaving you enough space to develop your own personality, both your father and your mother loved every trait of them that you called your own.
And for the fierce woman, who had done nothing by the book all her life? She wanted to see you push against all conventions. No matter if it they came from the world or directly from her.
I love this whole interaction, it's just so wholesome and gives me the warm fuzzy feelings. Great work Tabula.
They sipped on glasses of champagne and laughed with one another as they mingled. You could see famous wizarding politicians, businessmen, and artists all in one room, all trying to outdo each other with their wealth and status.
You saw nothing of interest in them.
You smiled, appreciating how the headmaster had successfully changed the flow of the conversation and took Fleur's hand to shake it. You knew that the expectation would have been a different one, but while you knew of their manners and polite habits, you could not bring yourself to care for them.
For all that we rag on Jacob for being
terrible when it comes to people, I do really enjoy that wealth, titles and even social niceites just don't mean anything to him.
[ ] La préparation secrète – Madame Maxime is keeping her secret very close to herself. But maybe if you push and pull at the right moments and with some clever deduction, you might get to whatever it is that she is hiding. You do like her though, so you will rather concede without an answer than be impolite to the kind woman.
I think the people who are just saying that we'll just learn about The Tournament aren't giving enough credit to what this actually means and the implications behind it, especially for Jacob's character.
Jacob is extremely competative and wants to
win against the best. What do you think will happen when he learns about this? He'll want in, 100% and he'll likely gain some kind of obsession and I wouldn't be surprised if it opened up more actions in the next month. Examples being going to his father and asking for help with his spellwork or trying to get an aging potion off his mother that would actually trick the age line.
This leads to my second point, in canon the sign ups to get beyond the age line were only open for about a day (Maybe two) and they opened the same time everyone learnt about it. Therefore, learning about the Triwizard tournament now (and likely the sign up restrictions) would give us time to prepare to breach the defences on the cup to ensure that we can compete.
I don't think Tabula would give us an option that only tells us stuff we know OOC, there'll be much more to it than that.
[ ] Rien ne va plus! – This is a fundraiser and as far as French fundraisers go, it is tradition that the deep pockets of the Flamels will finance a big chunk of the philanthropic work of the state. Your mother has given you access to the assigned funds for this night. Go and participate on the auction and buy whatever it is that fancies you most for a sum so horrendously high, that a single person could not carry the weight in gold.
I'm unsure about this one it could be great or is could be completely terrible? Since there's a social aspect to the other two options perhaps we'll get into a bidding war with someone, or something along that line.
But the fact that art is the premire item makes me think it will mostly be luxuries.
@Tabula Rasa any chance that Jacob knows the types of items that will go up for sale seeing as he's been to these types of things before. Is it more magical curios or luxary items?
[ ] Danse avec moi? – You are at a ball and as far as expectations go, it will not have been a successful one if you did not dance in it. You might be a little rusty as the movements go, but someone might be surprised by how well you will handle yourself. Ask Fleur for the dance of the night. You will definitely want to see absolutely no one tomorrow.
I really like the story line of knowing Fleur before she comes to Hogwarts, I think it would be pretty neat and I also really
really want to read a scene about Jacob dancing.