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Post by CALVIN KLEIN on Mar 14, 2024 4:56:35 GMT -5
His journey back to Australia was going to be a long trip considering he had to go from Italy to London to Australia. Unfortunately, his connecting journey from London to Australia found him having to stay in London for longer than he expected. Along with the permission of his Professors, Calvin and a few of his friends found themselves in the so called famous Knockturn Alley. At first glance, he was surprised with how cheerful the environment was.
People laughing, happy stores left, right and centre along with what smelled like a sweet aroma in the air. Calvin had heard about Knockturn Alley from a few other students in Firenze and he only assumed that it would be worth a visit. However, he seemed utterly disappointed that Knockturn Alley was nothing like what the students at Firenze described. It gave the same atmosphere of that of a unicorn's vomit. Rainbow, sunshine, rainbows and happiness.
Whilst he wasn't actively looking for a gloomy or dull shopping district, he was looking for the so called dark side of the shopping district. He walked from window store to window store as he frowned at just how common the items were in the windows. Brooms, wands, books but nothing on the macabre, the dark arts or the dark magic world.
With his hopes coming up to an end, Calvin decided to push open the doorway of what looked like a potions store only to hear the bell ring as the door open. " Oh I'm sorry. " He acknowledged as he noticed the dark and gloomy ambiance the store had. Ah, much better aye. He said with a soft smile feeling the door pressed up against someone's back. " I hope I didn't hurt yah mate?" He asked sounding more than ever like an Australian.
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Mar 16, 2024 22:14:40 GMT -5
Julian was about to start in his fourth year at Hogwarts, at had thus taken himself around the wizarding parts of London to secure what he needed moving forward at the school. Although his classes were not changing, he still required new texts for more advanced magic study, several new quills (black eagle feather was his personal favourite), new parchment, a set of crystal phials and - most importantly - Julian needed to have new robes tailored to accompany his growing stature. He had already completed his shopping for basic school supplies and picked up his new robes from Madam Malkins in Diagon Alley earlier that morning - and subsequently dropped them off at his families' personal tailor in Knockturn Alley, along with a roll of expensive basilisk skin to be sewn into the lining. It was the trademark of his family to line their robes with either dragon or snake-skin - a practice passed down from the days of his Death Eater grand-uncle. The materials provided protection against many forms of magic - and reflected stunning spells. One could never be too careful.
The wizard had requested several hours to unstitch the original lining and implement the new lining, and thus Julian moved deeper into Knockturn alley - searching for its Apothecary. He had not slept well since his transfer to Hogwarts - his sleep plagued by constant nightmares and restless slumber. On several occasions now he had found himself wandering the castle late at night - tired, yet unable to rest. It was torture, and Julian was running out of patience. He passed through the alleyways, a dark figure under the bleak sky, mind remaining vigilant toward the clientele of this area of London. Knockturn Alley certainly had a reputation for being sinister and oftentimes dangerous. Julian was rather undisturbed, however. If his family name did anything - it opened doors to the unusual and dark - while simultaneously warding off potential threats. Most of the scum that traversed Knockturn Alley were weak-willed and fearful of retaliation: all bark, no bite. He passed through the winding streets until he reached the apex of the lower section, stepping out back into Diagon Alley. He had some time before his robes were stitched, so he could conduct some more personal business.
He made it to Slug & Jiggers Apothecary - one of the few shopfronts here that his family had frequented - along with Mr Mulpeppers in Knockturn Alley. His father had come here many times - when his mother had grown gravely ill. He could remember Marcus leaving for London, worry lines etched onto his previously handsome face - endlessly searching for a cure to their mothers' ailment. Julian could recall him returning home with new potions every time. Nothing had worked. Everything failed. She grew sicker and sicker. He frowned at the thought, eyes scanning the dusty shelves. They were alphabetized, so he moved down the line: A, B, C... he was by the door now, and lifted a long arm towards the shelf under the golden plaque D, slender fingers moving several vials aside as he searched for the one he was here for: Draught of Dreamless Sleep. Julian grasped it, hearing the soft tinkling of glass as he removed the potion from among the rest.
It was as Julian brought the potion back toward himself that the door behind him opened quickly, knocking his elbow with enough force to allow the potion in hand to slip. He heard the glass shatter on the stone floor beneath his feet, the purple potion splattering against his boots, but Julian barely glanced down, instead turning to glower at the intruder, who was smiling at him - smiling. Incredulous.
"I hope I didn't hurt yah mate?" The twang of his accent told Julian this was an outlier.
"Like you could-" Julian immediately snarled, angered by the incompetence and audacity of the boy - or perhaps he was just exhausted. That potion had been his ticket to a full nights sleep - and now it was gone, seeping into the cracks of the floor beneath their feet.
"What is going on out here?" Clearly attracted by the sound of breaking glass, the shopkeeper hurried out from the back, eying the two school students in the corner by the door, before spotting the broken vial at Julian's feet. "Troublemakers, are you? Thinking you can come in here and cause a ruckus? Out - OUT!" Julian glared at the man for a moment before growling quietly to himself, eyes finding the other boys momentarily, and taking in his features of dirty blonde hair and strong jawline, "you owe me a Galleon, pretty boy." He pushed past the tourist and moved outside into the cool air, pausing momentarily, uncertain where to go to next.
Post by CALVIN KLEIN on Mar 18, 2024 5:19:25 GMT -5
A scoff released from his mouth as his back started to arch up. Sure, he was in the wrong but the comments made by the other person were uncalled for considering it was an accident. " If I wanted to hurt you. " He replied sharply before locking eye contact with a stoic expression to his face. " I would of hurt you already without you even noticing till later on when the pain of the curse kicks in. " Whilst he wasn't exactly the fighter type, he wasn't exactly the type to back down from a fight either.
He maintained the stoic and confident expression on his face making it obvious that Calvin wasn't exactly the type to back away from fighting words. It was as if he was the Alpha trying to showcase his dominance in the most peculiar way. His smile quickly dropped as he locked eye contact showing that he meant business. He was at fault however, he didn't appreciate being spoken too like that considering it was an accident. Some people just chose to wake up and chose violence as their emotion or anger.
Looking down, he noticed the remanent of the potion which the boy was holding. Whipping out his wand, he quickly waved his wand and completed a non verbal Evanescco spell to clean up the content. "No point crying over spilled potion juice." He said as the liquid began to vanish slowly but surely. To add to this, the very same purely potion also vanished from his boots if anything, cleaning not only his own boots but the other boy's too. " Even gave you a free shoe polish. " He replied before noticing the shop keeper calling out to them.
" A please wouldn't hurt would it? " He snapped back at the shop keep as he followed through behind the boy in front of him. " Bloody half breed." He replied assuming the shop keeper was part Goblin considering just how distinct the owner's facial features were let alone how hairy and long his nose was. It was only here that he broke the stoic expression he had on his face before turning his attention over to the other boy.
Hearing what he said made Calvin roll his eyes. Whilst wealth wasn't a problem for him, he did notice something he had said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out three Galleons. One for the shop keep he practically threw at the feet of the owner for the mess that he even cleaned up and two for the boy in front of him. " Here." He said as he threw one Galleons over. "You think I'm pretty ?" He said smiling slightly as he went ahead and started throwing another coin. " That's for saying I'm pretty."
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Mar 20, 2024 21:01:41 GMT -5
It wasn't the most calculated move on Julians part to be so heated in public - and in Knockturn Alley nonetheless - however given his lack of sleep and utter exhaustion he was lashing out at almost anything.
He perceived the change in body language in the other person almost immediately - the rise in chest, the tension in his limbs. Although quite risky, Julian didn't care that he might have been about to start a duel with someone he did not know the skill of. All he could think about what the fact that his chance at having a decent nights sleep had been stolen from him, and he had far too much pride to simply clean the spilled potion up. Cleaning up after a wizard was a House Elves job, not a Purebloods.
He staunched himself up, too, though felt the fatigue penetrating his bones. He hadn't eaten properly in almost a year, and he was suffering for it. He definitely did not have the strength to duel, let alone win a duel. That wouldn't stop him, however. Julian would meet death before he admitted defeat or cowardice. He heard the other boy make threats, to which Julian sneered, "bold of you to assume pain frightens me," and it didn't. Julian had tasted pain - both mentally and physically - more the past year than any youth should have. It wasn't pain that scared him anymore, it was something else entirely.
They appeared to be at a stand-still for several long seconds, both seemingly weighing each other up. From the other boys expression, Julian could tell he wasn't about to back down, despite being the one that barged through the door, causing the accident. It was he, however, that broke the stand-still, breaking eye contact with Julian to glance down at the floor, pulling out his wand. Julians legs tensed at the sight of the weapon, though the other man simply directed his wand toward the broken vial, piecing it together. He hesitantly watched the man siphon the liquid back into the vial, eyebrows knitting together as he mentioned the free shoe polish. Julian allowed his eyes to drop momentarily to his boots - which now appeared spotless. He cleaned and shined his shoes? Useful.
It was then that the shop-keep ushered them out angrily. Julian didn't say a word as he left, ignoring the newly formed potion. He would rather gag on mouldy bread than drink potion that had been dropped on a dirty floor. "Bloody half breed." Now that caught Julian's attention as he sauntered out into the smoky air outside, eyes darting each way of the alley before turning half back toward the intruder. He was producing galleons from his pocket - Julian caught the glint of gold in the sunlight as the boy tossed one back toward the shop door. One flew suddenly toward him, however, and Julian flashed a hand out to catch the coin mid-flight, feeling the cool metal in his palm.
"You think I'm pretty?" Came an unexpected turn of events. Another coin was tossed toward him. This time Julian turned his body to avoid the it, allowing it to spin past him and land on the cobblestone road, clinking several times before rolling down the street. He cocked an eyebrow, "it wasn't a compliment," he stated bluntly, feeling oddly put-off by the change in atmosphere. The boy had called the shop-keep a half-breed publicly, which was something Julian hadn't expected. It was likely, then, that this person was a Pureblood, or had purity leanings - which was causing Julian to hesitate in his next move. The pretty comment was also throwing Julian off. He hadn't meant to compliment the boy, in fact quite the opposite, but it had obviously shifted the tension between them, lifting the heaviness of the encounter. Perhaps that was a good thing.
"Who are you?" Julian questioned, lowering hand he had caught the galleon in, and unfurling his fingers to reveal the gold coin. Not everyone their age could throw around galleons without a care in the world. Julian, of course, was not wanting for money. His old and proud family lineage had meant that he had been born into wealth - though much of that wealth was old money with little being injected back into the family vault.
Post by CALVIN KLEIN on Mar 21, 2024 3:47:48 GMT -5
He could of easily made the interaction between the two of them quite friendly should Calvin had swallowed his pride which was quite a hard pill for him to swallow in general. He always had to come out of it as the winner with the exception of the games he had just participated in where weirdly enough, he sported for Silvia to win. She was exceptional in everyway. This however, he wouldn't let fly by.
Letting out a confident scoff so hard that you could almost see the air rushing through his nostrils, Calvin followed the young kid out of the store and now the two were face to face in the middle of the bustling street of what he assumed was Knockturn Alley despite actually being in Diagon Alley. "I'm basing it off past experience. Mate." He spoke through his teeth if anything, almost grunting his words out. " Kinda weird to be into pain?" He teased scoffing a laugh a little as he shook his head. " That like a thing you like? " He teased even more before pulling a cringe facial reaction to what the other boy was saying.
" Ahh the witless wonder can catch. " He added letting out a somewhat over dramatic surprised look along with a sarcastic and lethargic clapping effect with his hands. " Your school must be so proud. " He added as he took a step forward. " So proud to have a silly young boy representing the school out in public. " It was obvious that Calvin was here for one reason only. To win the verbal argument the two were having.
" Are you daft?" He replied to the boy's comments. " Calling someone pretty is a compliment. But hey, I'll take it. I appreciate you find me pretty. " He said sneering back a cheeky smile that looked like a face only his mother could love. " Calvin. You can call me Calvin. " He said nodding his head slightly as if the feud between them had suddenly been dropped when he noticed a slight difference in the reaction of the boy. " Half breed's lucky. We could of easily burned down his shop." It seemed that the two had similar interests now and almost as if they were making some form of agreement. "And you Mr.Arch up at randoms?"
[OOC: Heads up, they're currently in Diagon Alley and Calvin thought that Diagon Alley was Knockturn Alley]
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Mar 24, 2024 19:47:15 GMT -5
The other boy was grunting at him, clearly riled up. Julian felt a smirk creep across his face.
Like taunting a Graphorn.
"Do you always let past experience rather than present circumstance dictate your next move?" Julian queried as though surprised, "seems like a vulnerability to me." The boy mentioned being into pain, which caused Julian's eyebrows to knit together as he was teased. He didn't like pain any more than the next person, but he did relish the feeling he received from it. Pain had fused with his perception of every day - and without it, Julian would likely feel empty. It motivated him to move forward. "That is unsurprisingly prejudiced an opinion, don't you think?"
Julian briefly surveyed the coin caught before hearing the older boy taunt him, even clapping. He raised his eyes back to his opponent coolly, "Witless? Hardly. But if you are impressed by that, I imagine you require little to be entertained." It was then that he called Julian a 'silly little boy' and the Slytherin felt his body go rigid as the blonde took a step forward, invading his personal space. The hairs on the back of his neck began to rise and his heartbeat increased in temper. He had swept his gaze across the other boys frame. He was stocky, well-built and likely strong - while Julian was tall, thin and definitely weaker. Not to mention this boy appeared older, and likely had an array of spells under his belt that Julian had yet to learn. A fight, therefore, would be idiotic. The odds were simply not in his favour.
"Are you daft?" Julian had just about had it with the insults to his intelligence, but he was treading a little more cautiously with this one. Why was a tourist of student-age lingering in Diagon Alley? His accent was hard to place in that it was so foreign Julian had yet to have heard it before, but he knew it definitely wasn't local, or even close to being local. So why was he here? Just to see the sights? Surely wherever he came from had a Diagon Alley all of their own. Julian relented with a sigh, "take it as you will," he was too tired to argue any longer, and listened as the other introduced himself as Calvin. It appeared, through Calvin's body language that he, too, was past the point of trying to fight. Julian forced his body to release the tension he had been holding, quelling his physical reaction to someone being so close to him.
Julian nodded once as the boy introduced himself, smirking in appreciation as Calvin called the shop-keep a half-breed again, mentioning that they could have burned down the shop. "More trouble than he would be worth," he remarked, "I wouldn't want to waste my breath on that thing. Besides, Diagon Alley is pretty well secured." He glanced down the alleyway, scanning the crowd, "patrols pass through every so often - though they won't touch Knockturn Alley."
He didn't know why he was explaining this to Calvin, only that he had recognised that the other boy was unfamiliar with his surroundings and that his talk of half-breeds was a refreshing change of pace compared to many of the students at Hogwarts.
"Julian," he replied simply in response to Calvin's query, owning the fact he did, in fact, arch up at randoms when he so desired. It wasn't something he was going to be ashamed of. "Do you always go blasting into Apothecary's, or is that custom where you're from?" He then asked in a rather cool, but ribbing tone. He was curious, and that showed.
OOC: oops yeah my bad, I misread the situation and thought he was in Knockturn - i should have guessed from the description of rainbow and sunshine hahaha ill edit my earlier post to have Julian back in Diagon for the Apothecary
Post by CALVIN KLEIN on Mar 25, 2024 7:10:52 GMT -5
Having the other boy come up with such defensive comments made him ever more curious about him. Was he to continue pushing this futile argument or would he just back off and act like nothing happened? He had too much pride in himself that the simple thought of walking away from a fight he could easily win was an option that wasn't exactly available to him. " You speak a lot of words for someone that's just too afraid to apologise. " He replied finally deciding to fall on the later option despite it being a difficult feat for him to achieve.
He had to give it to him, the boy seemed to have some witty comments. If anything, quite humorous to the point Calvin actually had to bow his head to hide the smile he was forcing down. Finally managing to control his emotions, he looked back at the store and back at the boy after hearing what he had just said. " You're an observant one aren't you. " He replied eyeing him down rather interested in just show much the boy would of noticed. " We could always make it look like an accident." He shrugged his shoulders before he began walking in a different direction after exchanging formalities.
" You coming?" He asked in a bland vocal tone before walking off into the distance as he continued their conversation. "Blasting things happened to be my speciality. " He said as he shrugged his shoulder. " Do they always let half bloods run the stores here in Knockturn Alley?" He asked wondering again why the stores seemed to be filled with laughter and chatter rather than the welcoming gloomy ambience he much preferred.
" And why do they patrol Knockturn Alley?" He asked finally feeling more comfortable to open up about his thoughts. " Don't tell me they let Muggleborns run wild in Knockturn Alley too?" He asked with a sour look on his face as he cringed ever so slightly. " So are you in school Julian? Or are you a homeless kid?" He asked as he looked at the boy's attire head to toe.
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Mar 28, 2024 23:16:33 GMT -5
This was quite a conundrum. On one hand, Julian's sense of self worth demanded that he be done with this tiring conversation that just seemed to be a measuring contest for whomever had the greatest snarky remark. On the other hand, the other boy was interesting in the least, which was something that Julian was susceptible to being drawn to. His family life had been so sheltered - he had largely been kept within the walls of his familial house up until his schooling years - and that was simply trading one prison for another. Meeting a foreigner provoked an inquisitiveness not often brought about.
Julian stared at the blonde in brief hesitation after the mention of an apology - merde"I have nothing to apologize for," he responded curtly, though sensed the heat in their conversation was fizzling out - leaving them both slightly on edge, but not at each others throats. He could hardly believe that an apology was expected of him when the accident had been entirely the other boys fault.
At the mention of patrols, there was a fractional shift in the older boys behaviour and Julian felt the eyes of surveyal move over him. He let it happen, unmoving in his stance. His eyes lifted back to the storefront as Calvin mentioned making it look like an accident, considering the proposal for the briefest of moments, but ultimately shaking his head. Affronted as he was about being shooed out of his chance at obtaining a Draught of Dreamless Sleep by a disgusting half-breed, he would not risk open retaliation against the shop-keep. A Mulciber did not need to bring attention to themselves before they were ready. His family creating chaos would only open them up to swift public judgement, as he could imagine: "Julian Mulciber, close relative of famous Death Eater and loyalist to You-Know-Who: Pollux Mulciber, seems to be one his way to following in his grand-uncles footsteps. This bodes ill for the future of the young man, who, like his forefathers was sorted into the Slytherin House: known for generating future Dark Wizards and Witches..." He wouldn't take the risk. "Half-breeds, unfortunately, have become an accepted smear on our world." He was biting his words, "most are locked into the service of their betters, and will never rise out of their station." Despite grand public protesting for more acceptance for non-humans and magical creature beings, Julian was satisfied that there still lurked much disdain and distrust for them in private.
Julian stepped into stride with Calvin sullenly, wondering where this conversation might take him. If nothing came to fruition, then at least he was entertained for the afternoon while he waited for his robes to be armoured. Sliding his hands into his pockets, Julian weaved through the busy street, carefully avoiding people brushing against him, listening as Calvin mentioned Knockturn Alley. He released a low chuckle, wondering how Calvin had mistaken the bright, student-filled Diagon Alley for its more dangerous counterpart. "Most are pureblood," he offered freely, "it would be...unhealthy... for a half-breed to begin business within Knockturn Alley - lest they have something of significant value to peddle." Julian imagined most business' that had been trading in Knockturn for decades would not care to see a new face open shop and disturb the general status-quo of the area.
They passed by Obscurus Books and Julian found his eyes wandering over the shelves in the window, scanning for anything of interest while he walked. It was unlikely the bookshop sold texts of his choosing, but one never knew where new learnings could stem from. Healing magic, for example, was not traditionally something that someone pursuing an interest in the Dark Arts would want to study. Julian, however, felt as though learning to utilize healing magic would be instrumental for someone planning to be on the front lines of a revolution.
"And why do they patrol Knockturn Alley?" Calvin questioned as they passed by the bookstore, unfaltering in step. Julian looked ahead, "they don't," he answered, slightly amused, "though goblins do tend to lurk in those alleys, relative to a patrol - on almost every corner." Julian paused suddenly at the top of a winding, dark alleyway that branched from their current bright street deep into Knockturn. He turned his head to gaze down the smoky road, "you've been traversing Diagon Alley, Calvin." It felt strange being on a first name basis - too familiar. Julian usually preferred to address others by their family name. It felt less friendly and more distant. "And no, its generally free of mudbloods and the like," which was why Julian preferred doing business there, rather than up here.
He turned his attention back to Calvin as the boy asked whether or not he was homeless, and saw his eyes giving him the once over. Julian glanced down at himself, frowning. He was dressed casually, sure, but homeless was a stretch. Or was it? After his mothers death, his father had retreated within himself and refused help. He had fired all their housekeepers and House Elves - done away with anyone that wasn't of Mulciber blood. Julian had therefore needed to learn to care for, cook for, and clean up after himself suddenly, after years of being waited on. Perhaps he was not doing spectacularly... but he was trying for the sake of his little sister. Naturally he wasn't about to tell a stranger that he was cleaning his own clothes, and those of his younger sister. Nor was he about to explain that his homeless appearance may have stemmed from the fact he'd lost weight from stress and his clothes were perhaps slightly too big for him. He crossed his arms unamused, "my families Manor is in Alnwick, and I attend Hogwarts. What school do you attend?"
Post by CALVIN KLEIN on Apr 2, 2024 5:56:09 GMT -5
" Ahh. " He replied nodding his head as he crossed his arms. " And of course he's a stubborn type. " Two stubborn people conversing would always call for a rather hilarious situation when a confrontation occurred. It seemed the two wouldn't agree to disagree but that was still something the two had agreed on. " Agree to disagree?" He responded with a cheeky smirk before shaking his head. Calvin wasn't exactly the type to drop an attitude either nor was he the type to accept defeat.
Hearing how accepted half breeds were in these parts of the world made him question the sanity of the wizarding world. Surely there had to be some law and order even in this so called beacon of magical purity so that blood purism would reign over the domain of the magical world. " Disgusting really. " He said no longer providing any attention to the half bloods and muggle borns around them. " I guess what makes it worse is you can hardly notice who is muggle born or half blood anymore. Which is disappointing. " Although he had his personal views, he did still have the heart to make due with them still living amongst them.
" Find us a seat first. " He responded quickly as Julian began his little walk along side him. Calvin, demanding as ever, assumed and acted that Julian would do this gesture for him considering he did allow him the pleasure of living and breathing as they spoke. " Where I'm from, it's mostly Purebloods and anything less than that is treated just the same as their blood type. " Calvin was lucky enough to hail from a pureblood family line which meant that he was always given priority over everything back in St.Augustine. " They would only allow certain people to run a business back in Australia. " He added before finally coming to a stop near a bench.
" Goblins?!" He sneered spitting on the ground next to him as he placed his little well shaped bottom on the bench. " I can't believe they allow such things here. " He always assumed that these parts of the woods would carry over more superiority for purebloods like it did back home but clearly this was a futile thought in his mind.
" Wait, this isn't Knockturn Alley?" Calvin replied slightly confused however having a light bulb moment as his eyes scanned the area to notice the cheery atmosphere that came with this section of the shopping district. " Ah, that makes much more sense now. " He said finally connecting the dots. " Is it obvious it's my first time here? I've just transferred to Hogwarts. " He responded to Julian with a stoic look on his face.
He held back his excitement as the thought of having a weird friend before starting school made him somewhat happy. " So I guess I'll be seeing you around Hogwarts too then?" He said faking an eye roll before looking at Julian once more. " Are you hungry? "
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Apr 4, 2024 21:23:33 GMT -5
As Calvin referred to him as a stubborn type, Julian accepted it freely. Stubbornness had always been a suit of his, and he rarely changed his mind once it was made - so it was a fair observation. "Agree to disagree," Julian repeated. He was far too tired to argue, and despite the two of them perhaps getting off on the wrong foot - he had glimpsed what may be a worthy ally in Calvin.
As the foreigner mentioned not being able to tell the difference between mudbloods and half-bloods, Julian nodded, "the Ministry should implement a register to ensure anyone of lesser blood is noted." It was an extreme viewpoint - and one he had heard mimicked within his family Manor before. His grandparents were less than accepting of muggleborns - and Julian had been ordered never to associate with those beneath him, lest he smear the family name. Pollux Mulciber did not become one of The Dark Lords first and most loyal followers for nothing.
Find us a seat first. Calvin spoke then, and Julian looked over at him, "why? Did you want to sit together and admire the crowd?" He wondered why the other boy wanted to become stationary all of a sudden. They moved forward nonetheless, Julian allowing the older boy to lead, not at all keeping an eye out for a seat. Instead he continued to scan the shopfronts for anything of interest - not that much was standing out. He had already completed most of his shopping earlier that morning, anything more was just throwing Galleons around. He listened with renewed interest as Calvin explained what it was like where he was from. "Sounds like you hail from a place where society is ordered and functional." Honestly it sounded like Australia had been conducting their business faultlessly. "I've never been, though perhaps I should visit." To see how a proper government was run would be an experience for sure. Julian had not travelled much at his age - but had moved across Europe and the United Kingdom. Elsewhere was foreign - but that presented excitement and opportunity.
They had reached a bench, and Calvin took to seating himself quite immediately. Julian remained standing, keeping his back to solid wall so that no-one walked behind him. "I agree," Julian remarked after the other boys outburst of disgust, "though they can be useful. Goblins are natural silversmiths - their craft is one of their redeeming qualities." Goblin-made silver fetched a high price on the wizarding market - though the little creatures were often grieved to part with something of their own making. The Mulciber Manor had a set of Goblin-made crossed swords hanging above their mantle. He could only imagine the price his father paid.
As he mentioned that they were not, in fact, in Knockturn Alley, Calvin's response caused Julian to almost chuckle, "stark obvious," Julian shrugged lightly, "you'll fit in well," he imagined Calvin would do well in his own House - given what viewpoints the boy had already shared. The Sorting Hat decided on Slytherin for himself with barely a brush upon his head. As Calvin mentioned seeing him around Hogwarts as though it were an annoyance, Julian smirked, "I suppose Hogwarts could do with more students that have no respect for doorways... What year are you coming in for?" He assumed the boy was a little older, Julian was not certain by how much.
"Are you hungry?" That was unexpected. Julian felt the emptiness of his stomach clearly. He was becoming accustomed to the gnawing pangs that infested his thoughts and brought about a particular focus. "Yes," he did not see the point of lying, though likely would not have acted upon his hunger if he were alone. "I'm going to go ahead and assume you are as well, but have no idea where to go." It was Calvin's first time in Diagon Alley, after all. "Come," Julian led the way down the cobblestone path toward the fork in the road, veering left and toward the scent of smokers and spices. There were various street vendors on either side of the pathway - selling roasted chestnuts, freshly baked goods, barbequed or cured meats, fried cheeses, skewers, small plates and many, many other options. Calvin would have his pick of the lot.
Post by CALVIN KLEIN on Apr 7, 2024 4:01:29 GMT -5
Calvin normally didn’t get along quickly with people he had just met considering he would often size them up to see if they were a threat of some sort or if they were different compared to him and his blood line. It often took a while before he could get comfortable around someone as he would almost always and immediately, portray himself to be very stoic, strong and stern. The alpha male type. Those that did know him well enough knew just how much of a softy he can be. He was extremely playful when he wanted to be.
“We divide our people back in Australia where I live. “ He said offering his experiences to blood type and lifestyle. “ It’s just the way it should be. The halfbloods and muggle borns are treated naturally different due to their blood type. “ He added explaining a bit more about his history and origins. “ I must ask, what are you thoughts of a halfblood and a pureblood being married? “ He paused for a moment interested in what he would have to say about the motion.
Whilst finding a seat seemed like an easy task, but their conversation seemed to get interesting and he wanted to devote his attention and focus to the conversation and the very controversial topics they were talking about. Whilst it seemed Julian and Calvin shared an interest in something. It certainly has been a journey to finally understanding there was some connection between the two. “ Whilst that sounds like a fantastic idea, I would much rather sit together and stare in each other’s eyes and see where it leads. “ He joked. He finally joked. He even managed to crack a smile momentarily. A smile was a smile. Even if it lasted for a split second and a half.
“ I’d be more than glad to show you Australia one day. “ He responded before actually looking at the crowds in front of them. “ They may be fantastic smiths but they’re still a creature. “ He said wondering if Julian had a different perception of creatures to what he did. “ The goblins live. Between the half bloods and the impures back in homeland. “ He added wondering and waiting to see how Julian would react to his statement.
“ I’ll be coming in as a fifth year. “ He wondered what Julian meant by fitting in well. It baffled him how he could possibly fit in considering he was a transfer student that could elect their own house whilst apparently and according to his studies, everyone else had to be sorted into a house. “ What year are you coming into and I believe there is four houses am I correct? “ He said although he already knew the answer from his own studies.
Though they had only been stationary momentarily, it seemed the two just happened to be growing boys as he stood up and followed Julian’s lead. “ Men have to eat to grow right? “ He said smiling again. This time, lasting longer than a split second and a half. “ Is there anything here that is vegan, dairy free, fluent free, fat free and sugar free? “ He asked before looking over toward Julian.
[OOC: Stationary had me head. PS, I’m using my iPad and it auto corrects my words, Apologies if some of the words don’t make sense. Good luck ]
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Apr 21, 2024 0:39:05 GMT -5
We divide our people back in Australia. Klein continued to explain pointedly, to which Julian listened attentively. It was refreshing to hear that at least somewhere there was a government that respected pureblood wizards and elevated them properly in society. It was an idea very much alive today in certain circles, though largely behind closed doors - or whispered in private. To be what many people coined an extremist here was generally frowned upon. Wizards had truly lost their way.
"Is there segregation as well?" He asked curiously, wondering just how deep the division went, "in living spaces and public spaces?" Treating people differently was something Julian was used to, however he was constantly surrounded by half-bloods at Hogwarts. Had Klein's previous school kept them apart? The prospect was interesting - and if there was precedent of the concept working in Australia - perhaps one day it could be suggested in government here. Not by him, of course, but with the right whispers to the right people... influence and suggestion were powerful tactics.
Calvin then poised a question to him, “I must ask, what are you thoughts of a halfblood and a pureblood being married?" to which Julian pondered for a brief moment, uncertain how exactly to phrase his response. He did not remove his eyes from the path ahead, though his eyebrows knitted into a frown, "tainting ones bloodline is almost heretical to those that still honor the old ways," he responded thoughtfully, "although I understand oftentimes it is necessary to weaken a bloodline if no other prospect becomes available."Weaken the bloodline was an understatement - anyone who truly believed in Pureblood supremacy would certainly abolish whomever chose to marry into a lower class - cutting such a person from many social circles and fragmenting them from high society. "Of course, my understanding does not mean I advocate for such an act."
Klein joked then, and Julian's frown only deepened, not quite understanding humour. He had grown up within a very strict, very isolated household - and the children he had spent time with had come from families such as his own. Joking was not within his grasp. "Why would we do that?" He questioned pointedly.
"I might just take you up on that," Julian nodded, thinking it over. It would be very educational to witness such a foreign country, and to see just how the magical community was structured. With what had been explained thus far - it seemed an ideal place for any pureblood wizard or witch. Julian silently wondered how the government kept its people in check so as to prevent any uprisings or protests, for in his understanding - people didn't generally appreciate being called lesser publicly. As Klein agreed that goblins were fantastic smiths, albeit still creatures, Julian nodded, "bien sûr que oui," he moved his hands into his pockets, catching himself quickly, Julian glanced at the other boy, translating "yes, of course." Klein then mentioned that the goblins lived between the half-bloods and mudbloods back home. Now that was interesting. Even magical creatures ranked higher than muggle-born magical folk. Julian pondered with a slight smirk of satisfaction, "that is certainly a statement for the mudbloods."
He listened as Calvin told him he was moving to Hogwarts for his fifth year. It seemed an awfully late time to transfer, but Julian was not going to question it - lest the question be directed back his way. "I'm in fourth this year," he answered, "yes - four houses from four founding members. If what I believe to be true - you would do well in Slytherin. Its founding member held many of the same conceptions about society as you and I." He hoped Klein did join Salazars house - he could always use more pureblood supremacists within the same common room. "The other houses are Ravenclaw (for the nerds), Hufflepuff (for the cowards) and Gryffindor (for the reckless)."
Julian had begun to lead them through the food vendors, passing by several that several people were mulling in front of. The scent of roasting chestnuts wafted through the air, as well as something spicy and sour. Julian looked toward the stalls, feeling his stomach churn violently. Calvin's remark had him shrugging. He had spurted in height over the break, eating only bare minimum amounts - though his body right now was screaming for some sustenance. Julian stopped walking suddenly as he heard Klein's request. He turned towards the older boy, eyebrow raising: "absolutely not... Unless you just want water."
Post by CALVIN KLEIN on Apr 22, 2024 4:35:58 GMT -5
It seemed this conversation had peaked an interest in Julian as he was so focused on what was coming out of his mouth. The multiple questions made him smirk slightly showing that Calvin too had some form of emotion in him. “ Maybe from a third person’s perspective it would be considered segregation. “He responded thinking about the three lanes and in which they were all separated by blood type and creature status. “ Purebloods, Halfbloods and muggle borns and creatures all had seperate. Living conditions but the only place there was some sort of harmony would be the town centre where everyone collaborated. “ He responded hoping this was the answer Julian was looking for.
It was always interesting to hear how other people views inter-blood marriages and the predictive that purebloods ought to be married off to purebloods. Australia, despite having a large pureblood wizarding community didn’t have that much ocean for the fisherman. Nearly all the ladies around his age were often his family or distant family and he wasn’t exactly the type to marry into his own blood to carry on a pure-blood lineage. He knew others did this and whilst he couldn’t judge, it just wasn’t for him.
“ Interesting you say that. “ He said as he paused for a moment to think about his relationship with Desiree and this was exactly where he focused on the point Julian had made. “ I’d rather marry a half blood with pureblood lineage than my distance cousin who’s a pureblood. There’s not many purebloods in Australia see. “ He replied shrugging his shoulders before moving onto their next topic of discussion.
Calvin looked at Julian and swished one hand over his head as his little smile became a full grin. A full grin with teeth exposed even. “ Because maybe you find me pretty and want to look at me all day. “ He said before looking at his eyes and then realising that maybe Julian didn’t understand that it was a joke. “ A joke? A lark? Something funny?” There seemed to be a lot of interesting things about this one and Calvin was excited to find out more.
“ Maybe if we get school breaks I could take you to Australia. Depends though how long the breaks are here. Haven’t really looked into it too much in all honesty. “ If anything, he still didn’t even know what he was doing it’s his life. He was living with his uncle’s bestfriend’s family friend’s cousin’s daughter’s boyfried’s house which was very difficult to explain but to shorten it, he had living arrangements made up for him but he was still learning this new life he had. “ That be French right? “ He said right noticing the articulate articulations that Desiree had when she spoke French. “ My girl’s French too. “
“ Slytherin aye? “ He replied not knowing what a Slytherin is and only mimicking what he had said. “ Sounds like something a snake does, Slithering away. “ He said as he waved his arms around like a snake showing more of his comical side rather that his stoic side. Another example that he was starting to get comfortable with Julian. “ Ahh so the houses are based off people’s characteristics. I’d hate to be in HubblePub” He replied trying to copy what he had said but only capturing that the Hubblepubs were cowards.
"We really have to work on you understanding humour. “ He said as he rolled his eyes slightly. “ Come on, let’s eat. My shout.” He gestured as he walked into one of the many restaurants that were available. His eyes scanned the room before taking a seat when a house elf dressed up in a suit appeared out of no where to hand them the menus. “Well that was interesting. “ He oiled as he began looking at the menu.” Do they have steak here I wonder….”
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Apr 24, 2024 11:31:02 GMT -5
Julian wondered silently at the luck he had in coming across this foreigner. Of all the people in Diagon Alley this day - a purist (albeit a clumsy one) was the person that happened to collide with him in the middle of his errands. It was not every day that he felt speaking out on issues that plagued pureblood society could be openly shared. Perhaps the fact that Klein was not from around here gave him a false sense of security - or maybe it was merely Julian's confidence in his views and upbringing for being correct that he could so assertively debate the topic.
He was again interested to hear about the separation by blood type that occurred in Calvin's hometown. "A very bold statement for the mudbloods," he remarked, wondering how the people over there had become so accepting of the circumstances that there were not protests. He imagined if that kind of segregation were to occur here there would be immediate outbursts and lengthy, expensive, embarrassing demonstrations... None of which was a good face for the governing body. No, if mudbloods and half-breeds were to be separated and rightfully lowered in status from the purebloods - it would need to be done more quietly - with less chance of rebuttal. A slow, poisonous death to the ridiculous mingling that was so accepted today. Klein then mentioned the town centre of collaboration, which seemed a suspicious practice that made Julian second-guess visiting the country. Why segregate only to have everyone meet in the middle anyway? "Hmm, and I suppose your governing body is made up of a collaboration of blood-types too, then?"
The subject then moved onto marriages, and Julian listened as Klein spoke of preferring a half-blood to a distant cousin. Although marriage was not exactly on the radar for the young Mulciber at that given point in time - he was vaguely aware that eventually it would need to be considered for the continuation of his bloodline. He was not certain if his father had previously sought out other pureblood families from which to find a suitable match - if those conversation had already occurred it was likely any promises would now be broken. "There are less and less every year." Julian said rather regrettably as Klein mentioned there not being many pureblood families in Australia. Julian wondered if that was the reason the boy was transferring here. It certainly would not have been an unforeseen circumstance.
Klein made a gesture then, grinning madly at him. Julian only scowled back, unsure of what was happening. Clearly the joke had gone right over his head. "I do not-" he began, but then recalled he had called Klein a 'pretty boy', so his immediate argument was void. He snapped his jaw shut, pondering for a moment. As Calvin used many phrases to explain his intention to make a joke, Julian cocked his eyebrow, "aren't jokes meant to be funny?" He smirked.
"We receive two months for summer through July and August," it was very much the same at Beauxbaton, so the schedules were not unfamiliar to him, "as well as a shorter break over the holidays." Julian believed that this year he would opt to remain at Hogwarts over the Christmas break - he didn't believe he could swallow another round of the aching loneliness he felt back home in the Manor.
Julian nodded in response to Klein's question about French, "oui," he moved between his two native languages rarely - only really utilizing the French when startled or distracted. "And what does she think of your transfer to Hogwarts?" Julian did not particularly care what she thought of his move - but he figured she was a pureblood witch, given Klein's inclinations - and perhaps an arranged marriage prospect. If that was the case, it was likely they were rather unhappy about him moving several thousand miles away.
The conversation moved onto the school houses of which Julian had provided a very basic overview, as he knew that the boy would receive a more in-depth explanation upon arrival. Prior to his sorting, Julian had already known what House he had wanted to be sorted into - though it was startlingly obvious that Klein did not have similar background knowledge nor proud family lineage at Hogwarts. As the boy began to wave his arms around wildly, Julian took a calculated step away from him, horrified, "stop that," he snapped, irritated at the performance. Who was this guy? "Hufflepuff," he corrected with a small sigh, "...but yes, generally it seems that house has a fondness for all kinds of weaknesses in personality that should be snuffed out rather than celebrated." Julian would have been furious if the Hat had attempted to so much as whisper the prospect of any house other than Slytherin. Of course that had never even been an issue - the Sorting Hat had barely skimmed his hair before declaring his House.
Calvin then directed the pair toward a restaurant, ignoring all the food vendors on the street. Julian shrugged, following the older boy out of continued interest in his character. The boy seemed both hot and cold, playful and serious. It was hard to get a read on him and where his heart lay. Julian entered in through the door behind him, eyes shifting from left to right as he assessed the room. It was intrinsically decorated, likely expensive - not that expense was an issue at all for either of them. White tablecloths adorned each table, and waiting House Elves circled through the room, using their own magic to refill glasses of wine and sparkling water where needed. The restaurant was mostly empty, however, and that was likely due to the high price. Good. Less ears to overhear their conversation.
Julian took a slow seat across from Klein, shrugging out of his leather jacket, which an Elf attempted to take from him. Julian growled at it, sending it away. "As long as they have coffee," Julian flipped through the menu to the back page where refreshments were listed. Thankfully, coffee was one of them. He sighed contently, leaning back in his seat. At least some caffeine would give him reprieve from his constant state of fatigue. "What looks decent?" He quizzed, not bothering to scan the menu himself.
Post by CALVIN KLEIN on Apr 28, 2024 1:12:12 GMT -5
" The segregation of blood types has always been the way in Australia. " He replied shrugging his shoulders slightly. It had become a normal thing there to see segregation dating as far back as he could remember. "Only a select few have ever shared concerns about it but it's never gotten past just that. Whispers." He added solidifying his proud Australian background the celebration of blood Purism.
" Actually, only one member of our government body is not a pureblood. " He expressed as he had to think short and hard about it. " Our governing body is a little different I suppose. We have a Prime Minister and we then have Ministers for different things. Our minister for wizarding kind is a half blood and the rest is all pure bloods. " He shared as he felt weird having to explain the politics of his country. " One of my family is actually the Minister of Defence. " It was a far more formal title given to someone that worked in the governing body to protect the magical kind and separated them from the non-magical.
"Undoubtedly, the formation of pure blood family lines often go unscathed in Australia due to most families continuing that blood line having to marry into their own lineage. Again, something I'm totally against. I don't wanna marry my cousin. " He joked as he let out a small laugh. " I'd very much rather a half blood with pureblood history than a muggle born though. " He expressed his views trying to figure out how Julian would react to him eventually sharing the news that he was dating Desiree a half blood.
" Is that a smirk?" He cheered as he began to smile. " I see a smirk! Come on, laugh it out buddy. " He joked hoping to make the stoic pureblood warrior smile ever so slightly. " Well it's funny back home. " The topic moved along rather quickly focusing on school holidays. He knew he was due to write Desiree an owl so he wanted to share this valuable information. " Great so it's like the opposite of Australia kinda. " Australia actually had opposite school breaks and quite longer too. Interesting to some extent and he hoped the break schedule would match Desiree's.
" Well, she's quite happy with the change as she's studying fashion from memory I think. " He did recall Desiree mentioning something about further study but never actually got the full gist of it. It jjust so happened the two were communicating while he was preparing for his transfer. " It's pretty close to school I heard. Like, Totherford or Ruthfield or something. " He vaguely remembered the name of the place Desiree was studying.
Being disciplined to stop his actions brought him to an abrupt stop. But, of course Calvin had to wave and his his arm snake thing once more before showing a cheeky smile. " Yeah that one, Hubblepuff." He said again still not being able to say it correctly. " So like, have your family always been in the SSSSSSSSSSSlytherin house? " He asked once again waving his arms slightly like a snake.
" Just coffee? Come on! Eat something, you're stick thin my boy. " He responded looking at Julian's lean body tone. " Oie, I bet you got like a mad toned body under all that .... leather jacket?" He asked confused considering he wore more muggle attire than the old school robes here. " Oie this here, rib eye steak. You want one?" He asked as he continued to flick through the menu until he got to the drinks page. " What's a butterbeer?" He imagined it to be a cup full of butter and root bear mixed in.
