#swyngiselle

[clio-of-hesiod]

Kleo blushed a little. Both because she was not really used to getting compliments from anyone but her mother. And Nana sometimes...but that was about it. She didn't really know what to say.

And, she was also thinking about Linnet and how she had washed her hair and tucked her into bed the night she'd been attacked. How much she had missed crawling into bed with her sisters. Getting her hair braided by her cousins. She didn't get a lot of compliments but there was always someone around for a hug if she needed it.

She wasn't sure she was at the level with her friends here, not yet, but it pinched her heart a little. Thinking about it now. And Giselle's voice echoed the feeling.

"Yeah," she said, somewhat shyly, but it was lost as she opened the grand oak door to the Great Hall. "Let's go get some soup before it's all gone."

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The Enemy of My Enemy () [Giopatra]

[lou-bonfightme]

Now, that was intriguing actually.

As one may guess, if they knew anything about Toulouse Bonfamille: it was that he had a soft spot for nannies and au pairs. His own Nounou had raised him, after all. She still was the person he went to when he needed advice, or just a good meal.

"Ah, I see. And where are you and the family from originally? London?" Considering the comment about the country air, that is what he would assume.

@enchantedtomeet-giselle

Isn't It Romantic? | Open

[king-magnifico]

"I am glad to hear it," Magnifico told her with a smile.

Truly, at this point he could take or leave Miss Adams, but his plan was beginning to take shape and...well, it would be a pain and the ass to reconfigure it now. But, then, he was confident in his ability to do so, as he was confident in most things.

"You've got a bright future ahead of you, Miss Adams. Keep that in mind when making your decision."

@enchantedtomeet-giselle

Wishing and Watching {{ [King Princess]

[clio-of-hesiod]

Kleo also perked up at the thanks. She was happy to help, pleased with herself for actually having been able to. After all, this was all pretty new to her too. She wrote a lot, but sharing her writing? That was something really new. Discussing writing with other people? She loved it, but she was just as unsure as everyone else.

"You're welcome, I'm glad," she said with a little smile. "I've got to go--" she was starting to get a headache "--but good luck!"

@enchantedtomeet-giselle

One Little Spark of Inspiration | Giopatra

[prince--thomas]

Tom yanked his hand away with a stern expression. He was trying to be as kind as possible here. He knew how horrible the Order was. And Giselle was just a young, confused girl. At the end of the day, though, Tom didn't care all that much. He wanted to be free of the Order. He had built a life here.

"I donnae want to talk to you and I never will. Stay away from me and my son. And while you're at it, stay away from my sister and Phillip too. I mean it."

With that, Tom stormed off to the playground to scoop up Levi and leave. He wouldn't feel better until he was home again.

@enchantedtomeet-giselle

A Handsome Prince | Tomselle

[clio-of-hesiod]

Kleo threw Giselle a fond, thankful look as her friend started wrapping up the conversation. She wasn't upset with Giselle. It wasn't her fault that her roommate (and Kleo's ex-roommate) was a certified yapper and the absolute worst study buddy ever.

Hopefully, Linnet would take the hint and they could go back to the peaceful quiet that they'd had before she showed up. She hoped that Giselle didn't think she was being too mean...so far, she and Giselle had surprisingly gotten on rather well. Even though Giselle was a Mundus. And Kleo didn't want to ruin her relationships with the other kids in Professor Sal's research class. They were all going to have to work through everything together. And, so far, they'd all been getting along. But other people thought Linnet was sweet as sugar, Kleo knew, and in comparison she was probably a hard pill to swallow.

Kleo pushed those feelings down and went back to her computer. That was what mattered at the end of the day: her studies.

@euterpe-of-hesiod, @enchantedtomeet-giselle

Book Smart | Lillopatra

[king-magnifico]

It was generous of him!

He always appreciated when people said that. Acknowledged his sacrifices and dedication. So many people saw professorship as a means to an end! They didn't care about students! They cared about grants and their own research.

But Magnifico cared about honing his students' talents for his own means!

I mean: he cared about his students and fostering their talent so that he could harness it!

Wait, well--

You get the point.

"It's my pleasure, Miss Adams. I get great joy inspiring young minds. It is an honour to pass along my wisdom. I'll see you in class tomorrow, yes?"

@enchantedtomeet-giselle

Office Hours | King Princess

[raksha-bhediya]

Raksha stayed behind after Giselle had left, smiling pleasanlty at these rich assholes.

"Please, forgive us. Giselle is still new and learning the ropes! Don't worry, your meal will be comped for tonight."

"Oh?" The patron perked up somewhat.

"We are so sorry for the inconvenience. I hope your jacket is alright."

"It'll be okay. Tell the girl I'm not mad."

"Thank you, sir." Raksha clasped her hands together and then turned and walked back into the kitchen, running her hand over her ponytail and taking in a deep breath.

"I understand that," she said tersely. "But this is why we have a rule about no rushing out of the kitchen."

@enchantedtomeet-giselle

Taking A Spill | Rakelle

[clio-of-hesiod]

Kleo had never thought about that before--but she supposed it was true. Which made her blush a little, because she wasn't used to people knowing her. Or paying attention to her likes and dislikes. In her large family, everyone ate the same meals, wore the same clothes, and listened to the same music. They moved as one.

It was a little scary, realizing someone knew you, but she also thought she might like the feeling. Giselle looked at her and didn't see a Schreiber or a talented, promising young witch. She just saw--Kleopatra. Or, not even that, but: Kleo. A name she'd shyly started introducing herself as when she'd first moved here. No one in Ingary called her Kleo. Her mother would probably hate it.

"Definitely, it fills you right up and is so warm. Like eating a hug," Kleo said, and giggled shyly. She wouldn't usually say that, but Giselle was in her writing class with her. And...they were friends...maybe.

@enchantedtomeet-giselle

The Enemy of My Enemy () [Giopatra]

[clio-of-hesiod]

Kleo nodded, she could understand the bitterness, she supposed. She didn't like sauerkraut for the same reason, despite being raised rather Germanic. Not that she really had to worry about that here. She could be picky, honestly, but she also tried not to be an inconvenience to others--so she was good at sucking it up.

"Oh--uh, I think for the autumn, yes. I get the soup as much as I can before it gets discontinued again, which happened last year in the new semester. They also have a really good curry that I like a lot. That's my go to, since they serve it year round."

@enchantedtomeet-giselle

The Enemy of My Enemy () [Giopatra]

[clio-of-hesiod]

"Yeah, it's huge with the British kids," Kleo said with a little wrinkle of her nose. Her version of teasing.

Not that she didn't like a roast from time to time but it was far too heavy for her to eat every weekend.

"Are you allergic to turnips or just don't like them?" she asked, figuring that might be good to know. Especially if they were going to be spending a lot of time together this year.

@enchantedtomeet-giselle

The Enemy of My Enemy () [Giopatra]

[lou-bonfightme]

"That's very well then. Here, you take Bellamy." Toulouse handed over the toddler who had been drooling on his shoulder.

"Toulouse--" Belle huffed, but she held out her arms automatically for her son.

"We will meet you at home, oui?"

"Fine, but only an hour--"

"Yay!" Opal screeched.

"--Otherwise they will be too wound up and won't nap before the town hall later."

"Je sais, ma puce."

Belle wrinkled her nose and looked reluctantly over her shoulder to where the children had run off to join Morgan in her sand castle building. She turned back around and gave a nod to the girl and then hurried off.

Lou watched her go for a moment before turning to the stranger. "You are new."

He had seen her look and he knew what it meant, but these days, he didn't mind so much. His wedding ring made him feel much better. In fact, these days, he just thought people's assumptions were amusing.

"Did you move here with your family?" He had made assumptions of his own, such as the fact the children were hers. Even if she seemed rather young for it.

@enchantedtomeet-giselle

Isn't It Romantic? | Open

[clio-of-hesiod]

Kleo felt rather pleased by that. After all, she was used to being the baby of the family. She was a follower, not a leader, most of the time. Nothing she did or said really had influence in her family. It was nice to think that someone valued her opinion.

"I'll try not to steer you wrong," Kleo promised with a giggle as they hit the ground floor grand entrance. She turned to the left, to where the cacophony of a busy lunch period sounded. "What kind of food do you like--or...not like?"

@enchantedtomeet-giselle

The Enemy of My Enemy () [Giopatra]

[clio-of-hesiod]

"Yeah, they had it last year. I hadn't had it before, either, but it is good." Most of the food in the mess hall was. Kleo had actually been rather impressed by that. Of course, Ingary didn't think anything of Mundus schools so she'd grown up hearing about the horrors of them. Especially American schools.

"They change up the menu every semester. So, it'll be different again in the spring. But I think they just circle out the same dishes."

@enchantedtomeet-giselle

The Enemy of My Enemy () [Giopatra]

[clio-of-hesiod]

@enchantedtomeet-giselle

The semester had gotten off to a great start so far.

She was rooming with Amity--which, so far, had been perfect. There was no more annoying humming. It was blissfully quiet. The loudest sound was just Amity and Kleo's keyboards clacking as they typed. It was bliss.

And she was enjoying her classes. Especially Professor Sal's. Which made her feel bad for her archaeology class, but she was also enjoying that one, of course!

As she headed out of Man and Monster, there were two girls ahead of her who were tittering.

"I just think he's kind of a quack," one of them was saying.

"Yeah! I might transfer out of the class. I don't think there is any point in taking it."

"I agree. And did you hear about that exclusive class he is teaching? They're basically just glorified research assistants."

"Doing it for free!"

Kleo's face got hot. "They're just jealous," she muttered mostly to herself, but one of the girls heard her in the echoing hallway as they headed down the stairs of the castle.

"Jealous? Uh, yeah right," the girl scoffed, turning to Kleo and rolling her eyes. "I don't want to be fetching Sánchez's tea and stroking his ego."

[outfit]

The Enemy of My Enemy () [Giopatra]

[labellerose-acheron]

"Oh, no--we are just leaving," Belle started, but she was cut off by Opal.

"Oh! Can we, can we puh-lease? S'il tu plait? Oh, please, please! I want to play some more!" Opal jumped up and down a little, grabbing onto Lou's trousers and giving a tug. Aidan joined in, grabbing onto Belle, his pointy chin pressing into her thigh as he looked up at her.

"S'il tu plaiiiiit?" he whined.

Belle was trying, very hard, not be annoyed with the girl in front of them, but she could feel herself glaring before she looked down at Aidan.

"No, we have to get home to Daddy."

"But--"

Belle felt a hand brush her shoulder and looked over at Lou. "If you want, I can stay with them and meet you at home later?" His hand lingered on her shoulder but then reached up to pull on her ponytail playfully. She glared at him.

Opal was still chanting in the background, oscillating between please and s'il tu plait.

Lou looked over at the girl, eying her up and down, though his gaze was mostly friendly. "How much longer are you planning to stay?"

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Isn't It Romantic? | Open