Character's name: Oberon Hampton
Link to character's EFBs: N/A
Does this character have an approved special feature?: No
Did this character hold a Student/Adult Position?: No

Thanks to Cameron for letting me into the Hampton family <33

approved
stalked it in advance

Valera didn't know how to respond. Ve wanted to reassure Aglaya that somehow everything would turn out okay and the facts would come out soon, but the uncomfortable truth was that things looked pretty black for their extended family. Different investigators would probably be politer and unlike this pair would probably have a higher IQ than a venomous tentacula, but they wouldn't have a vested interest in proving Aglaya's innocence. They would follow the most likely trail and look for evidence that confirmed their suspicions. The cousins were rivals, not close, loving family members. From the inside it was a dymanic that made sense and had worked for both of them, but to strangers it certainly looked suspicious. Valera didn't want to think that, but ve had to admit it was true.

"I wouldn't be able to sleep either" ve agreed, slightly rephrasing the statement. The best thing for vir niece would be a good night's sleep, but that wasn't achievable without potions and ve didn't want to suggest anything more than the young witch was already taking. As long as Aglaya didn't try and more flying tonight. If preventing that meant Valera had to spend the entire night sitting here in the practise arena, so be it.

Going to Switzerland would be inadvisable too. Tempting, though. Valera could see the appeal of taking oneself away from the immediate situation and just training somewhere away from the bustle of the school and the inevitable gaggle of reporters. Doubtless a few would follow her there, but it might be easier to keep them out of one training arena with a few well-placed spells. There were advantages to being a member of the family that actually created the sport, after all. The more ve thought about it, the more Valera found it difficult to insist vir niece dropped the idea and stay home.

"I know what you mean, but I'd probably be thinking the same if it was me" ve said eventually "The press are going to misinterpret whatever you decided to do, so maybe you should just do...whatever feels right."

Character's name: Brendan de Havilland
Changes made:
-- removed Shelby as his girlfriend 😢
-- updated ages accordingly throughout
-- changed Aimée’s age to a year younger than previously (both of their sheets are now accurate)
-- updated height accordingly
-- added a few paragraphs to cover Third Year events and Fourth Year thus far

Approved

Eira had come to the Eldritch Manor with a friend to celebrate Halloween at the Haunted Masquerade. To wine, dine, dance, and mingle. In fact, the witch had a perfect Halloween themed gown that played off of a spider sitting in the middle of her web. The spider web design cascaded down as the skirt, additional black strips for legs, and a black corset and sleeves, along with a black lace eye mask. She was excited to be able to attend, her auror training and work schedule aligned perfectly to where she didn't have anything overlap.

The muggleborn was to meet her friend inside the manor, though upon apparating to the site, it was spookier than mentioned in the invitation that was sent out. A carved pumpkin rolled past her, cackling in an otherworldly tone before it caught sight of her and rolled right up towards her. A little shocked by it coming after her, she took several steps back. Its weird, twisted smile was ready to gnaw at her leg. She swiftly kicked it like a ball with her closed toe white heel, catapulting it toward the forest edge. Maybe the theme was supposed to be scary? It was a haunted manor. From word of mouth from coworkers, the previous year's party was fun supposedly. She looked around briefly before making her way quickly into the manor, the less time outside, the better. Eira wondered if the outside was this way for security purposes and the inside was more what she imagined? The skirt of her dress tugged briefly, and she tugged back. How dare someone tug on her dress, she put it together herself. She turned to give whoever it was a glare, but nobody was to be seen. With a huff, she smoothed out the fabric.

The ballroom was supposedly two halls down and to the left, and that was where she was meant to connect. Shadows moved about on the wall in the foyer, candles flickering. What should have been a long corridor ahead was a blank wall. She pulled the little map of the event's layout out of her dress pocket, examining it. Clearly somebody messed up. The entry door slammed shut as one of the shadows plucked the invitation she held right from her grasp, effortlessly. The wind from the force sent a shiver up her spine, and she let out a startled gasp. The shadow vanished into the wall that stretched horridly and became a long red corridor, she stepped towards the opening, not really paying much attention to what was happening around her. Eira's eyes fixed at the dim red corridor before her and took a pause, her stomach was giving her signals that something wasn't right.

There was loud shriek behind her, and Eira let out a startled shriek herself as the individual crashed into her. She steadied herself, her focus now on the girl, the accent not one she heard before. "Are you alright?" she placed both hands on her shoulders for a moment, before dropping them to her side. She looked around, nothing to be found.  She had to calm herself down, her heartbeat racing too quickly to really think. She examined the young woman before her looking for any sign of injury, and in better lighting she could probably take a better guess at what it was she was wearing, but it was green, and not a usual suspect for affairs such as these. "Your outfit is an interesting choice," Eira forced a smile on her face.

"I-I think the party is down this way," she motioned toward the corridor. it was the only option they had. She wasn't going to get dolled up for a masquerade and let a startling beginning ruin her night. She was going to be brave, she told herself, and with an inhale she stepped into the threshold of the corridor. The former Ravenclaw let out a nervous laugh, "I haven't been here before, so I don't know what to expect."

Omg. YAS. @Carys I could toss Eirlys, Peter, or Stewart into the fray. Pick which one for me. I'm musey, I can get a post in today for any of them. xD

Ooh... that's a difficult choice, I think any of them could be fun! Um... we pick Eirlys please xD