Lucius: You can’t just dump on us, Bernadotte.
Sophie: Well, I did. Now go back and try to fix your miserable life.
Lucius: If you don’t do as I say, I swear to Salazar…
Jean: Back off, buddy.
Lucius: Who are you?
Jean: It doesn’t matter. Now, let her go.
“Mr. Moreau, tell me, why do we need preparation for the Christmas Dance exactly?”
“It’s a rule in the school, Ms. Bernadotte. Dance courses so the beautiful ladies would look like swans and us gentleman their saviors.”
“Right. I mean, I know I’m a great dancer, but I have no memories about your dancing veins. Show me your moves!”
“No.”
“Show me your moves, Jean!”
“Remember, you asked for it.”
Aurore…
She owned the perfection of a Veela, her magnificent attitude flattered everyone. Yes, she was Miss Glamorous, the popular girl from town, but there was no way in hell she would give up the only man she ever loved to a plastic-minded blonde like her. Trying to focus on her etiquette book, she ignored Jean waiting for her outside.
The thought of losing him caused her stomach ache and her heart skip a beat. Aurore Labelle. Never the less Sophie was more self-confident then most girls, on that day, somehow she managed to almost break down by the thought of remaning alone.
Sophie didn’t expect to fall in love with Jean again this quickly. Perhaps she never really stopped loving him. Nothing could compare to the feeling that possessed her body whenever he held her in his arms, no one could bring out her softer side like him. It was definitely worth it. Going back to France was the best decision in her life - and each morning, walking out of the Beauxbatons girl chambers, he waited for her, ready to be her second half and she smiled, knowing he’ll do every day, until she wants him to.
ooc; post for everyone.
As you may noticed, I haven’t been online much the past days. My social life suddenly decided the duplicate itself and I have things to do 24/24, plus I’ve been dealing with sleeping problems as well. I cannot run Sophie anymore properly with that less time, but I love her as a character way too much to kill her again. Therefore, I’ve made a decision. I’m putting her on HIATUS.
She’s going away to France with Jean, and stays there until I have time again for her. Obviously, I’ll be posting a few things, so people would know that I’m still alive and she’ll send owls mostly to Alastor but to other’s as well.
So, that’s it.
I’ll miss you guys.
Byebye.
Sophie: I’m going home and I’m staying. It’s time for me to fight for you.
Jean: Soph, -
Sophie: Sh! I’ll pack my stuff tonight. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you.
Jean: Don’t be sad. You’re home!
Sophie: I’m just afraid I disappointed my mother.
Jean: She wants to see you happy. That’s all. Aren’t you happy?
Sophie: I am. I really am. But it feels like running away.
Jean: No. You’re not running away. You’re finally where you have to be. Now, come on. My sister can’t stop talking about you, she missed you.
Sophie: How come you’re still here? You’re supposed to be at Beauxbatons, with your friends, with the people who deserve you. I don’t deserve you, I hurt you every time. Why are you here, then?
Jean: Because I still have hope.
Sophie: Please, don’t go. Don’t leave without me. I’ll go home with you.
