Pacem Durand

[Pacem Durand]

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Name: Pacem de Lesseps -Durand

Birthday: March 8

Hometown: Marseille, France

Bloodline:
Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): 3e Annee , or 2e Annee

Biography:
Pacem woke up panting while beads of sweat clung to her forehead. “Papa! Papa!” She yelled for her père. Not hearing footsteps, Pash turned to look at the clock noticing that it was 4:30 in the morning. No wonder, she thought. Papa is out at the docks for the morning catch. Fishermen like her pere are always out early in the morning. She slumped back in her bed and tried to recall the dream nightmare she had. But all she could come up with were swirly colors and weird shapes. She shivered as she felt the dream was so vivid yet now she couldn’t remember it. “Bizarre.”

Shaking herself awake for she was not one to linger, Pash pulled on her ratty sweater. Pacem headed towards the kitchen to fix herself a cup of hot water. They did not have enough money for chocolate or for milk so she made do with water. The girl set up the table, preparing the coffee for her father. She placed the thermos next to the empty cup so that when her father would arrive, he would only just pour the hot water into the cup for instant coffee. She cooked eggs and reheated yesterday’s bread. Pash placed them all on the measly table.

Before leaving, Pash splashed water unto her face, combed her insipid blonde hair, and pulled on her shabby gray coat. Pash had a job down at the fish market, selling the fishes her father’s and Pierre (her friend)’s father’s catch.

Walking the streets of Marseille, Pacem felt the early morning wind blew down on her.  Good thing she brought her coat. Seeing the ocean, Pacem felt the urge to draw it. To capture the moment right then and there. The diamond studded velvet sky brightening as another day approaches, the glistening ocean dotted with fishing boats here and there, and the neighborhood awakening. Marseille is home. She focused on the landscape, putting it in mind for her to draw later.

“Pierre!” Pash yelled for the boy with the brown locks. “Ça va?” She added nearing the stall. Pierre acknowledged her with a grin as he handed back the change of an elderly woman. “Madame.” Pash smiled to the woman.

“How’s business?”

“Comme ci comme ça.”

Pash grabbed an apron and a fan, and started swatting away the flies. Just then their regular costumer arrived.

“Bonjour Monsieur Marrin.”

“Ah Pacem! Pierre! The usual.” Pierre was already packing the fish.

“Here you go, Monsieur. Au revoir!” Pierre chimed while Pacem nodded.

“Keep the change. Au revoir!”

“Merci!”

Then Pierre turned back to Pacem. “So, school starts in a few days, huh. You ready?”
 

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Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

Ecole Request:
Studio Arts

Communaté Preference: orange, renault

Personality:
Pacem de Lesseps - Durand grew up in the de Lesseps Manor in Versaille. Though that's the case, it was her father who grew up in Marseille, that taught her most things. Her father was hated by her mother's family seeing as he's only a fisherman. Pash is quiet most of the time, preferring the company of her own mind. She keeps to herself.Of the types of people in the world, Pacem is a listener and an observer.  The death of her mother caused them (she and her father) to move back to Marseille and live a destitute life. Pash quickly learned to adapt.

Appearance:
Being unfortunately doesn't entitle you to much. Pacem looks as simple as she lives. A head of blonde hair amass on top of her square-shaped face. Inquisitive hazel eyes peer that turn green or brown depending on the lighting dominate her face. Pacem is quite average looking with an average height of 5'9.

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The dining hall was a loud, calamitous thing. Students sat scattered through the vast room, speaking various languages, laughing, and simply having a gay old time. A group of students towards the front of the hall sat huddled over a pile of sheet music. Black notes melted on to the off white parchment, splaying out a secret language, only readable to those who carried the gift. Another group sat watching a tall, thin upperclassman parading around her new ballet point shoes in awe. There seemed to be a group in the hall for everyone.

Everyone except Hilary, that is.

Poor Hilary stood soaking in the scene before her with a slight grimace on her face. Before coming to Beauxbatons, she had been overjoyed to begin studying magic, but now as she waded through her third week at the school, she felt lost in a sea of strangers. It wasn't that she was shy, no. Indeed, she even tried to reach out to some students. It was more that everyone seemed to already have their own clique, and Hilary felt so very unwelcome in all of them.

On her plate, she fidgeted with an assortment of vegetables and a delicate pork chop. That was the nice thing about Beauxbatons. Despite the many cold-shouldered students, the food was still incredible.

With a hefty sigh, Hilary strode into the dining hall. As she did, she let her mind wander to what life at the academy might be were she royalty. The students would bow at her feet! And of course she would only ever don the most elegant of robes, decorated in sequins, rhinestones, and laced with frills. All of the girls at the school would fawn over the level of grace she exhibited. Hilary would make wonderful royalty, yes that was certain.

Though, lost in her fantasy, Hilary failed to notice the leather bag lying at the center of the walkway. Failing to notice the bag in her path, naturally caused her to trip, spilling the contents of her plate all over the student sitting just beside the bag.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!"

...

Four years in Beauxbatons didn't prove to be fruitful in her social life as Pacem would have thought. But then again, she hasn't been that active in making some friends. Sitting alone, Pacem looked around the Dining Hall. Pencil in left hand, sketch pad in the other, she began drafting the familiar faces of her schoolmates.

She wasn't one to talk or to chat, but she was one to observe. She sketched the cheery faces of the Performing Arts students as they practiced their instruments or boasted their new dancing shoes. As soon as she was finished drafting, she started putting in the details.

The plate of untouched food beside her, Pash continued to draw the students, making a panorama of the scene in the Dining Hall. When Pash finally reached for a grape to munch on, a dish of pork and vegetables suddenly went a-flying in her direction.

Pash turned her head to face the girl. After hearing the girl's apology, Pacem said, "No, don't bother." Pash plucked the pork and placed it on her plate. She dusted off the remaining veggies though.

"I'm Pacem," She said, not looking at the girl, "And oui, you could sit here if you want."


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[Margot Lecuyier]

Mlle Durand,

Congratulations, your application to Beauxbatons Academy has been accepted.

Term begins 01 January 2013. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the Academy.

Regards,