Ilvermorny

It was awkard. Those first few kisses of youth. Marred by trepidation and the fear of the unknown, before the pendulum swung wide, to abandon and the desire for more. His fingers laced through her long black hair, ss their lips pecked and the pretense of dancing faded. And it was all he could do to ...

She's kissing back! It felt as though his heart was going to exolode out of his chest as the kiss continued. The mysic still playing quitely through the charm. It seemed so washed out, as the background faded to just the focus on her lips, and his. Shallow breaths escaping his nostrils as he didn't...

"Oh. No. Not really if... they're dating. Y'know?" The nervousness returned. Was he reading too much into the situation? Not enough into it? His eyes stayed on hers, and their dancing slowly stopped. Without thinking, he wet his lips the barest of amounts with the tip of his tongue, lips pursed hard...

"Kind of? Some greet each other with a kiss on both cheeks. Well, more each a side kiss by each ear as cheeks are touched, and repeated on the other. It's... hard to explain..." he spoke softly, and then proceeded to demonstrate. On the right, then on the left.

"It's also common in France and Italy."

"No, no, of course. Talking is good..." his train of thought stopped by her gesture if affection. His eyes rapidlh blinking, the smile quite boyish. "It's really good..." his chest rising and falling with deep calming breaths.

"I liked that."

This time he did acknolwedge the peck, tilting his head up to truly enjoy it. Their dancing slowed somewhat, allowing them to draw closer. He then leaned down, kissing her forehead. Breathing her in as they swayed to and fro. "I mean, we.... could just make it official? In like.... as boyfriend and ...

With the high concentration of the South between them, it was only natural for Raul and Ondine to walk straight into dancing once some vintage Latin rhythms broke the monotony of modern pop. "Let's see if you've taught me well." She supported her hips with both hands and lifted her chin, leaning ba...

Ondine arrived disguised as someone akin muggle preppy schoolgirl, a style she had been shunning during her education, though the details of her hair, makeup and accessories suggested Latin, perhaps Caribbean. For one who was wearing masks daily having one for a costume party seemed disingenuous. S...

When he felt it he almost pulled them out of step with the tempo. Almost. He dared not acknowledge it. She had surprised him in the daring move, and so quickly hidden herself against him that Raul worried that it might just be a dream. All he could do to even show something was squeeze his arm aroun...

Nervous energy coursed through him like crackling electricity. His hand at her back idly shifted, due to sheer nerves. Their interlocked hands remained firm. His gaze stayed on her eyes, the rest of the room almost disappearing to be just them, in that moment. All he could do was lead, fall back int...

There were rules to dancing. His left arm slipped behind her back. His hand placed gently just above the small of her back. Any higher and it would look like they were related, any lower, and it would look like he was just trying to be a creep. His right, with which he had offered to her, interlaced...

"It's all in the hips." He stood from the ottoman, offering her his hand now. "Broomriding not so much with dancing. From my mamá, absolutely. There's a lot of dancing at family and friend gatherings where I'm from." He smiled at her, full and genuine. "Parties with dancing tend to go till four or f...

"Wait. I though the bracelet was you asking me out." He watched her, shuffling idly on the ottoman, before taking a sip from the cola. Screwing up his courage, he let his eyes meet hers. "If you'd like. I'd like to take you to the dance, Ondine." Another long sip, as soon as the words left. Hearing ...

He honestly tried to not look as she was rummaging. Tried to avoid just staring. He wasn't all that succesful. Quickly looking up as she turned back with the bottle, he smiled, though puzzled by that statement. "Oh, well, I've never been one for... drinking drinking. Especially with training for qui...

He was caught surprised by the way she ran her hand through his hair after. The red in his cheeks feeling quite warm. "Thanks, Ondine." The words cracked in his voice, before looking to the icebox. "Yeah. Let's sounds good. Sounds real good." Bringing composure back to his voice. He breathed in the ...

"My hair?" He, without thinking, combed his fingers through it. The thick hair almost bounced back into place. He blushed slightly, shaking his head. "No, nothing special. Some rough paste in the morning, that's about it." He hadn't wanted to let go of Ondine's hand, but here they were. His eyes fel...

He took her hand, vervous now. He hoped his knees weren't weak, or palms sweaty. Instead, he leaned into whatever faux confidence he could muster, following her. "Oh, uh... soda?" The words stammered out. He made sure to focus on keeping his eyes above her shoulders. Suddenly trepidation seemed to f...

He wasn't too tall for their age. That awkward time of adolesence when growth leaves young men lanky and awkward. Unsure of themselves. Yet he seemed comfortable in the situation. Thick, dark eyebrows raised at her smile, the barest hint of white teeth within his own back to her. "Yeah. I'd like tha...

He regarded the intricate work of her mask, his hands tucked into the pockets of his school robe. The Wampus Scarf draped over his shoulder casually. A small smile offered. "I'm glad to see my first thought was right, that it was you." He responded, taking one furtive step closer. "I like the bracel...

And so, after the tests, the bookish Seeker for the Wampus, decided to trust his instincts. Making his way during free time towards the common area of the Thunderbird. The woven bracelet prominent on his left wrist. And he was trying his best to whistle the little song that the charmed bracelet whis...

He delicately touched the hair, tilting his head as he noted it. And with the stylized talons. "Asi es la vida..." he murmurred to himself, lips curling to a slight smile.

After four years, you start to know classmates you see.

"Wait... when's that dance again!?"

Raul took the note, holding it up to the dim lighting of the room, trying to discern more from it. Breathing in deeply, he took the bracelet, and wrapped it around his left wrist. "It's easier to think of you fondly when you sign your notes." He whispered to himself, heading to one of the lounge cha...

"Of course you do..." he whispered, as he looked to the Raven. Taking the bracelet in hand, he looked it over closely. Fingertips moving over the pattern. Examining it closely. Leaning out, looking around, and then back to the bird.

Undoing the bracelet, and then unfolding the paper.

Opening the glass, he looked at the being quizzically. Of all the things, Raul finds himself curious as to what was happening. At such an early hour.

"You know midterms are today, right?"

"Huh?" Rubbing an eye, yawning after, Raul began to shuffle along the wall of the common room, finding that the knocking was getting louder.

It took a sleep addled moment, and then Raul shook his head, making his way, then opening the door to the common room. "Hello?"