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06.23.18
BIG UPDATE AHEAD! First things first - the Fall 2021-Spring 2022 school year is officially over! Effective June 17, 2022 (IC), students are out for summer break. Please be sure to visit the 2022 SCHOOL YEAR ADVANCEMENTS & GRADUATIONS thread to either advance your student up to the next year, get held back, or graduate into their field of choice! Additionally, if you're interested in a Quidditch, Prefect, Representative, or Head position, be sure to reply to the FALL '22-SPRING '23 STUDENT POSITIONS APPLICATION thread!

Students need not head back home just yet - the school boards have all come together to throw a end-of-the-year carnival/festival that spans from the Friday evening until Sunday afternoon (June 17th-19th, 2022). Find out more about the Summer Shindig Festival HERE! Students will then be transported back to their respective schools and may head home from there.

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Jun 11 2018, 10:38 AM
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<p>Walking through the halls, the French charms professor had a spring to his step and a smile across his face. Things were looking good for Jean Duval, he had a stable marriage and successful children, his job is wonderful and he’s able to teach so many bright minds. Preparing them for the future, as it were. Charms is a wonderful subject, one that he has a very strong passion for and is very proud to be able to teach it to such young minds. When he was younger, they would use charms in various situations to just spice things up.
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<br>The aguamenti spell for when you needed a good pool party - or some other charm. Making furniture come to life can have some interesting implications and various uses. Such a wide range of uses his subject has, and he’s quite proud that one of his former pupils has taken it upon himself to teach the very same subject. Jean has a bit of pride in knowing that one of his students went on to become a Professor, and one at Hogwarts even! Of course some of the Professors at Beauxbatons are former pupils of his.. As he’s been teaching for nearly thirty five years.
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<br>He’s been in the game long enough to know most of this current generations parents. He’s already taught his own children and watched them graduate, now he’s alone at the school. No more Duval’s there for him to watch over and guide them through, not just as a professor but as a parent as well. Though to his knowledge, he’s at two children. But that won’t bother him at the moment, he’s having a good day. Things are going well here at Hogwarts, a place quite unlike Beauxbatons. Jean decided to make his way towards the fourth floor classrooms, where the students of his school have been residing for the year.
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<br>Gliding through the corridor, he entered the first classroom with a big grin across his face. “Good afternoon children!” he called out as he waved his arm in an extremely ostentatious greeting. He glided through between the beds with elegant footsteps, making sure not to place a foot out of step. His blue eyes scanning the room and the faces of each student around. There were a few of them, those who decided to spend their free afternoons here in their beds instead of in the libraries or literally anywhere else.
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<br>Stepping over pets that had travelled with their owners, Jean put his hands into his pant pockets, his movements uninhibited by it. The smile staying on his face as he moved through the various objects blocking the edges of the path. He gazed upon students who were in the middle of class work, or chatting amongst themselves. He saw those who worked hard, and those who decided to slack off. He paid them no mind, it’s a beautiful afternoon and it’s a free period. Nothing wrong with getting in a small afternoon break, correct? At least, not according to Jean.
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<br>However, he came across one bed with a student lying in it. Someone who has been giving him some problems on and off in his classroom for some time now. “Mr. Voclain, will I be seeing you in class again, or is charms uninteresting to you?” he asked, standing at the foot of the young man’s bed. His posture is that of lax and content, not at all upset with the young boy currently laying on his bed minding his own business. “Though I hope I’m not disturbing you?” he inquired some more, cocking an eyebrow at the young Colerique boy. If there is one thing one can take away from Jean, is that he cares about his students.

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<p>Favorites Quizlet!
<br>1. What is your favorite color? "Purple."
<br>2. What is your favorite possession? "My wine collection."
<br>3. What is your favorite hobby? "Reading."
<br>4. What is your favorite book? "The Secret Daughter."
<br>5. What is your favorite food? "Grapes."
<br>6. What is your favorite drink? "Wine."
<br>7. What is your favorite smell? "Grapes."
<br>8. What is your favorite type of weather? "Rain."
<br>9. What is your favorite game (board, video, sport, etc.)? "Blackjack."
<br>10 What is/was your favorite subject in school? "Charms."

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<p>Jean gazed down onto his watch as he watched the time slowly tick away. The end of the first month back at school was nearing an end, and boy was he already wishing for a break. He is getting up there in years, already pushing sixty. Despite his jovial demeanor and constant flirting with female staff and any of the opposite gender, he has been finding himself to be slowing down in his age. Wondering if he should open up a vineyard in Southern France. It had always been a dream of his in his adulthood. See, Jean loves wine. Mostly because its made of his favourite thing in the world: grapes.
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<br>Though he doubted his wife would appreciate it very much if he suddenly retired from teaching and just opened up his winery. He also thoroughly enjoys teaching, so he’ll probably stay there till the day he dies. Jean just hoped that would be for another few decades. Maybe his tired body is just from how rowdy all these children are. They are all gathered this year, the four major schools. So many students to wrangle. Such exhausting activity, keeping track of not only Beauxbatons students, but also the others as well. Thankfully there were other teachers to help about, but still.
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<br>He had decided it would be best to venture down into the village of Hogsmeade, maybe spend some time at one of its fine little taverns and get himself something heavy to drink. Who knows, maybe he’ll find a nice girl to spend some time with. Wouldn’t it be exciting though? So off he went, walking down the path towards the village, Jean started to whistle a tune to himself. Despite his tiredness, he was starting to get into the idea. And besides, going down to the village could prove to be a wonderful time. Taking a small adventure over there and seeing the sights, just couldn’t go wrong with that.
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<br>Hands in his pockets, he started to make his way down, students passing him going to and from Hogsmeade, Jean smiled one of his charming smiles and said hello to each of them. Just because he was tired didn’t mean he was going to be rude and not say hello. The perfect image of a gentleman should always greet others warmly, and that is exactly what he’ll continue to do for the rest of his days. Though his lecherous ways are hardly worthy of being called the actions of a gentleman. At least his wife doesn’t know all of his conquests, before and after the marriage.
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<br>Walking into the village proper now, Jean looked at each building as he walked along the path. His eyes scanning each sign, hoping for some place that at least didn’t scream uncivilized. Which seemed to be hard to do, as there was very few places he could actually venture towards for a drink. Walking into the Hogshead Inn, Jean smiled and gave a nod towards the innkeep and the many patrons within the fine establishment. It reminded him of a tavern he had been to back in his travelling days. Ahh, to be young again.
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<br>Approaching the counter, he smiled at the individual on the other end. “Bonsoir, may I have a glass of red wine please?” he asked, taking out the necessary money. He was given some disgruntled looks by some of the other patrons, but he shrugged it off. Just some uncultured swine is all. Taking his glass, he raised it towards the barkeep. “Mercy.” he said, flashing a charming smile. Turning from the counter, he walked across the room towards a table located near the fireplace that still roared into the afternoon. Such a nice little thing to have, keeps the bones warm.
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<br>Taking a seat at the table, Jean took a sip of his wine and closed his eyes. Savouring the taste, a small smile crept across his lips. It wasn’t the best wine he ever had, but it was decent for a place like this. Opening his eyes, he relaxed into his chair and just sipped away at his wine. Absorbing in the atmosphere of the place and its rustic feel. It was quite a nice little place for sure.

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Nov 10 2017, 10:31 PM
Fiddling with a clear wrapper, the older Beauxbatons professor stood at the end of the long table on the far side of the room. Upon getting the wrapper off of the sweet surprise within, he took the purple candy from it’s wrapping and popped it into his mouth. Jean gazed upon the room as he sucked on the grape flavored delight within his mouth. There were some students still lurking about, but most had gone off to a party that the students had devised of their own making.

Some of their activities he wasn’t sure of, but one thing he knew would happen would be the classics. Maybe. It has been some time since he himself has been at a party. Well not a formal one, anyway. Jean has been going to more balls and luxurious events instead of the parties that happened during his youth. Though he is sure the disco craze isn’t around anymore, so that would be out the window. Also the free swinging of the seventies. Those were the days.

Anyway, adjusting his glasses, his eyes gazed upon the teachers who were still there. There were quite a few of them here. Well it was still the first night of the school year, so they would be mingling with the others and hopefully get their bearings for what is to happen. That also includes Jean. Though he has to go talk with others he supposed. He had wished his condolences towards a former pupil of his, but maybe he should go talk to more and get a feel for who he’ll be spending the year with.

This whole thing was about bringing the schools together, right? So, maybe he had to go do that now? Introduce himself to the other staff of the school and form some sort of basis. But there were also some fine looking female professors here, that would be an excellent point of discussion for later in the evening. Though maybe he should go and talk with some other teachers for now. That way it’ll give him some sort of comfort in this colder climate.

Walking over towards a group of professors, Jean had his best and most charming smile on full display. “Bonjour!” he said flinging his arms wide open in a welcoming gesture. Even though it was most likely the other way around, he had to at least start this off warm and charming. And that is exactly what Jean does best. “How are you all this fine evening? Wonderful way to start off the year, non?” he asked, folding his arms behind his back and looked at each of his new talking companions. Compatriots in a way. Teaching the young masses, enlightening the future. Sculpting their minds and the like. Such a time to be alive.
Nov 7 2017, 02:20 AM
A leisure day, just what Jean needed. Most days seem like hell with the students. Just not listening and being… well… kids. Not that it mattered to Jean, he liked it when the children acted like children. But the constant interruptions were a bit of a problem. Those second years wrecked havoc on him. But that is life he supposed. He was like that at that age as well.

But today wasn’t about that, it was about himself. He would relax in his office and not have a care in the world. Until a student or teacher wanted him. But for now, everything is good. Sitting at his desk, he peered at his clock that hung on the wall. 3pm, good enough time to drink a glass or two of wine.

Opening his bottom desk drawer, he pulled out a fine red wine and looked it over with a smile. Placing the bottle on his desk, he rose from his seat and walked over to a cabinet where he had a wine glass sitting. He picked up the glass and walked back to his desk. He placed it down on the desk and picked up the bottle and uncorked it.

The fine aroma from the wine made Jean smile. He poured into the wine glass and filled it ¾ of the way. Recorking the bottle, he placed it down and sat in his chair. He picked up his glass and took a sip. “Mm, delicious.” He said as he put the glass back down. He opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a muggle book.

The cover of the book was of a man and woman holding hands and looking each other in the eyes. Opening to about halfway through the book (where his bookmark was) he started to continue where he had left off. He would grab his glass and take a sip of red wine as he read his book.

It was a guilty pleasure of his; reading romance novels. He normally doesn’t read his book until late at night, when he knows the students have gone off to bed and he wouldn’t be bothered. But he decided to throw caution to the wind and just dive right in.

Sipping away at his wine and reading his romance, he forgot to fully close the door, leaving it open just a bit. Though who would open the door to a professor’s office without knocking anyway? He could be in an indecent situation. Which has never happened before, nope. Never.
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