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There was something comical about the way the two of them looked at each other when she spoke their language that had a surge of pride rippled through her. Pandora was quick to surprise those around her for out of the box thinking and no fear when it came to what others might think of her. She was peculiar, and growing up, she owned that assumption - Peculiar Pandora Greengrass. They were all boring to her anyway.

"I have been told I am good at surprising people." Even more so with her magic and when an experiment went wrong. With her being accepted by Achille's, her palm strokes down the middle of his nose, noticing how soft his fur was. "I'm hard not to like." Other's might suggest otherwise, but she was known to be biased about herself. Pandora glances towards Xanthos. "Do you think we could...." Her words trailing off when she feels a tug at her bag, drifting her attention down to a little Bowtruckle trying to poke free.

"I don't think so!" Switching back to English. "You get back inside Pickle. You have already been a traitor once tonight, you shall not do it again." Pandora was going to have a serious talk with the twig later about her misbehaving, the pad of her finger wiggling at the creature, getting too close that she did not expect Pickle to nip at her. "Ouch!" Shock written over her features and before she can protest, the Bowtruckle slips back inside. "I can't believe she did that."

A second passes before she realises that there are two other's around her and the sentence she had started, turning instantly towards Xantos. "Ride, do you think we could go for a ride?" An almost puppy dog expression seeps into her eyes.

“So many have said,” He chuckled, though more at the stilted greeting than from ego- he’d heard such words from many people tonight and doubted any of them truly meant it- even this young lady, she seemed much more interested in Achilles than himself; not that he could blame her- his winged-horse was perhaps the finest of his kind on the continent, it was only natural he would garner attention far and wide. 

Achilles snorted softly, the beast’s way of indicating all was well, and nuzzled their foreheads together; the pair had been joined at the hip since Xanthos was a babe and understood one another on a level that went beyond language to instinct. He raised a brow when Pandora responded in rather good Greek, turning to look at Achilles as the winged-horse turned to look at him, the gesture almost seemed rehearsed. 

“Isn’t that surprising?” He said, Achilles snorting softly again in response. He watched as the majestic beast lent it’s large head down and sniffed at Pandora’s palm then, apparently satisfied, lent forward to allow the Witch to pet and stroke his muzzle, “Hmm, he likes you.” Xanthos said with a nod, still speaking in Greek, “I’ve known him to spit at people whose presence he did not take to.” And he’d be lying if he didn’t it amusing every time.

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"Pleasure to meet you Xanthos." Pandora was proud of the manners that seemed to flow effortlessly. Her mother should be proud of her. Her eyes widen in shock when he reached for her hand and kissed the back of it. No one had ever done that and it puzzled the witch. Amber hues fixated on her hand when he pulled away, head slanting for a moment before shaking it off, glancing up at the exotic wizard.

"Of course," a bright smile seeps on her lips, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, the anticipating eating at her. The short witch kept to his pace, her attention drifting to the Pegaus descending from the sky in front of them. Pandora stood back, letting the two greet each other. There was no words that could describe the connection between the two, sort of what she had with Pickle; when a certain wizard wasn't around.

"Pandora." The last thing she wanted was to be referenced the same way as her mother. "Does he always tell you what to do?" A smirk turns on her lips, surprised her Greek wasn't that rusty. Languages, another, that intrigued her growing up. The witch stands beside Xanthos, holding out her palm towards Achilles muzzle. "You are beautiful." Her gaze solely on the magical creature.

“A necessary evil- to varying degrees,” Xanthos said with a small chuckle. This woman, she was at least different enough to speak with a little more plainness. Half the time getting the true meaning out of these British purebloods was like trying to break in a wild Hippogriff. “Xanthos Haima,” he said, taking a step back to bow slightly, take one of her hands in his and briefly press his lips against it.

“Very well, just this way.” Achilles was enjoying a night in the open air, but he and Xanthos shared a bond, so as they moved away from the lights of the house he whistled, a pair of short, sharp notes, and a few moments later the sound of wingbeats was heard and the winged-horse touched down before them with practiced ease. Xanthos stepped forward and lent his head down, the two pressing their foreheads together as he whispered sweet things to the beast.

“Ms. Greengrass, this is Achilles.” He said, turning back to the woman. Speaking in Greek to the horse he said, “She’s curious, be pleasant.”

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There was something about Rabastan Lestrange that intrigued her yet, at the same time, he perplexed her. They were from the same circle in society, still, all she knew were the rumours that surrounded him; leaving him someone that she cared not much for. Same society, different worlds. Though, her world, as she was learning, was different compared to most. That didn't bother the witch, she was quite content with her spells and magical creatures.

Pandora opened her mouth to counter, a moment of silence before her lips close. She could not argue that Pickle touched him first. Defiant amber hues narrow at the wizard. "It bothers me so that she did." That was her bowtruckle and she didn't take to any, except her brother and his bowtruckle, and she couldn't understand why Rabastan Lestrange. "You are forgiven. I do hope it was a one off and she won't be charmed by your blue eyes next time." She would make sure there would be no next time for her Pickle to be a traitor and decide she wished the company of the wizard over hers.

Her nose wrinkles at his request to be called Rabastan, not quite certain she could oblige, considering the lack of knowing each other. Though a bright smile etches onto her lips, turning to face the peacocks, not accustomed to receiving compliments on her experimenting spells. "It can be simple, and then it can be a disaster." A soft chuckle spills from her lips. "It's knowing which parts of a spell to pull to bind together in another and definitely not being afraid to make mistakes. I can do a lot of good with them." It helped her tremendously in her line of work. "I once had a spell backfire on me and turned my hair purple. It really did upset my parents. It was hours before we were doing a family portrait."

Rabastan stared at the girl, standing as still as the marble statues scattered around the Malfoys' sprawling estate. He considered his words before answering. He could persist normally, continuing to respond with heedless humour. But he decided that would not be worth his time, for she was just as peculiar as he recalled. Therefore, there was no point in reacting in a way she wouldn't understand.

"She did touch me without permission," he indicated frankly, raising his eyes from their study of her body language. She could not have looked more affronted. Though he tried not to laugh, his lips still wryly arched. It was a subtle tease that he knew would go nowhere. But on some level, that made it all the better. "But I accept she did not molest me according to the standard definition. It was a poor joke."

Done with that nonsense, he turned back to the peacocks and the magic that had continued to intrigue him. "And you may call me Rabastan, if we're being informal." Gesturing to the birds, he turned back to her. "That was not an easy spell. You do yourself an injustice by claiming it was. You should take credit for mastering complex magic."

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"You can call me Dora or Panda, or Pandora. Which ever you like. We don't need to be so formal." Her attention drifts to the peacocks. "It's easy really. A little bit of concentration and the right words." The spell also worked for a certain radius.

Pandora was horrified that her bowtruckle went rogue, which was out of character for the little creature. She instantly reached for the magical creature that he left hanging in the air. "Don't do that to her." Pickle was tiny and could get hurt easily.

"You were not molested." The witch huffs at him, then looks to Pickle. "You need to behave!" She opens her bag and slides the creature inside, knowing that she'll be fine within and there was more to what she was holding in her hand.

After a moment passed and her arms bridge across her chest. "You should be lucky that she took to you like that. They are shy creatures." Pandora was curious why her Pickle wanted his attention. "Take it back, she did not molest you." Her eyes narrow at him.

"I am glad to hear it, Pandora Greengrass," he replied, entertained by the use of his whole name. "It is interesting how you channelled the spell to all the peacocks at once."

Assuming it was some kind of enchantment rather than a simple charm, he considered the birds once again and did not notice the bowtruckle until it had leapt onto his shoulder. Frankly, Pandora was lucky he didn't simply sweep it away. It could have been an instinctive reaction. He had been moments from brushing at his jacket irritably, assuming some insect had landed there.

He was hardly afraid of a twig, but far desiring it not to be atop his person, he reached to remove it himself. His hand slid against hers fleetingly, though he thought nothing of it and swept his digits into his dark hair, finding the creature and hoping it didn't dig its spiky sticks into his skin. He could do without the aggravation. Retrieving it with a light grip around a bark leg, he held it out to her, watching - amused - as colour flooded her cheeks.

"That is the first time I've been molested by a bowtruckle. Congratulations."

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Pandora spent a grand moment in taking in the view of the birds and how they all seemed to grow in confidence, a small strut in their walk, and that pleased the young witch. Her head turns at the sound of the voice, warm amber hues glancing up to fixate on the face. "Evening, Rabastan Lestrange." A smile tugs on her lips. "The spell will fade."

It was a spell that she had spent years perfecting. It seemed to be a favourite for those that liked to party, especially in black light. Pandora liked to make her friends happy.

The feel of little feet moving along her bare shoulder has her attention shift, lifting her arm as her little bowtruckle saunters across, her arm pointing in Rabastan's direction, watching curiously as the creature seems to adventure onto his shoulder, moving to sit at the crook of his neck and a leafy arm hangs on to a strand of his hair.

"Pickle, that is rude. Come back." Her eyes widen when the magical creature shakes her head at her. "Don't get sassy with me! You are embarrassing me." Dora huffs, looking to the wizard. "I do apologise for her, she doesn't normally do this." Her hand reaches out to grab her bowtruckle, whom only seems to disappear into his hair.

"I...." Her cheeks start to turn a bright red.

It had been years since Rabastan had seen the Greengrass daughter. He barely recalled her. In fact, the last time they'd seen each other was perhaps at Oz's wedding, where they had hardly conversed at all. Nonetheless, she had made an impression, if only for being young and bizarre. It was a theme she clearly continued, this re-acquaintance beginning by her interfering with the Malfoys' precious peacocks.

Excusing himself from a tiresome conversation, Rabastan stepped away from the grand fountain and moved instead towards Pandora's bench. As he drew beside her, he studied the birds and found the sight oddly satisfying. Yet it was the thought of Abraxas losing his mind that truly caused a smile to pleasantly etch his lips. He'd pay good gold to see it.

"They look well enough," he agreed, turning from the sight of the oblivious birds to the petite witch. She had certainly changed since they'd last met, now less girlish and more elegant. "That is a curious magic. I hope you can reverse it. The Malfoys are rather proud of the creatures as they were."

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It didn't phase her when he glanced down at her, the wide smile still plastered on her lips, chocolate hues sparkling. "Right, manners." Her head shakes softly, hearing her mother's words in her head, though to be honest, most people bored her with their unnecessary whining and complaining, her circle small , there was a peace when it came to creatures. "Pandora Greengrass and you are?" She gave him a second to speak before she continued on. "That is a great name. I think you chose wisely."

"Who wouldn't be? Much more interesting." One of the main reasons she went into the field she did. "You lead the way and I will follow." Anticipation building, excited to get her hands on the creature. At least there was something intriguing about the wedding.

Xanthos looked over (and then down) at the woman who spoke so openly to him, it was a refreshing change from the far from engaging small talk on outfits and ‘how happy the couple looked,’ so he was rather pleased to answer her. “You’re lucky I shall take it as a compliment that you desire my Pegasi’s name before my own, he is my dearest companion and answers to the name of Achilles.” 

“I was fond of historical legends in my youth, and still am,” he chuckled, “If you’ll accompany me to the grounds I can summon him for your pleasure. 

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The second Pandora saw Jason, a sense of relief washed over her, grateful to have someone around that understood her. She waited until the witch who was looking at a pastry left before she went in for a hug, holding it a little longer before she pulled back and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Biscuit!" A bright smile on her face. "I'm so happy to see you. Are you having a good night?" Absentmindedly she plucks up one of the pastries, and pops it into her mouth, silence filling the air whilst she chews and swallows the deliciousness. "Have you seen my brother?" She knew he was around here, somewhere.

It wasn't a constant rush, but just busy enough to have Jason bustling back and forth from one tray of sweets to another to keep up with serving everyone that came up to the table. Oz was taking a small break to use the bathroom and freshen up, when he returned Jason could have a little break himself. "H-Hello, love," he greeted the next guest in line with a sweet if breathless smile, and picked a fresh plate for them from the clean stack beside him. "W-Would you like a pastry...?" He had trays of bite-sized tarts set out at the moment in an assortment of colors and flavors, all with the filling somehow shaped to look like beautiful translucent flowers settled into the middles.

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where: lucissa wedding who: open

It was the peacocks that caught her attention, slipping outside to the garden to be with them. They may not be magical, but there was always something comforting being around animals regardless. She sat at one of the stone benches and fed them.

"You guys deserve to be the center of attention." An idea popping into her head, a spell that she had been working on, and perfected in her opinion. "Let me help with that."

Pandora pulls out her wand and stands, mumbling the words she had memorised in her head, a bright smile turning on her lips when the colours on the peacocks feathers start to glow and a sparkle added.

"That is so much better." She notices a body coming to stand beside her. "Don't they look pretty?"

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Pandora thought the two made a lovely couple and that their wedding was beautiful. The Malfoy manor was something to talk about. She wasn't one to spend too much time inside, but tonight, she could make an exception and she didn't want to deal with her father. It was her mother that pestered her to go talk to the bride and thank them for the invite. Rolling her eyes, she walked away and figured she keep it quick, knowing that Narcissa probably wanted to spend time with her new husband.

"Thank you for inviting me." A smile on Dora's face. "You look lovely by the way. I'm really happy for the both of you." She didn't know what more to say, glancing over her shoulder to find her mother glaring at her. "You must be excited for when this is over and you don't have to continue making small talk with people you probably don't care about talking to." The words all came fumbling out of her mouth before she could stop, looking up at the blonde embarrassed. "Pretend I didn't say that." She could already hear her mother yelling at her later for being rude.

When: Lucissa wedding reception Where: the ballroom Who: Narcissa & Open

Narcissa didn't think that she had ever felt peace until this moment. She had watched as the ink dried on the marriage certificate and she had known that for better or worse, she and Lucius were married. Together they could weather whatever was thrown towards them. Suddenly she didn't care so much about what her mother had been fussing about as they got ready, she didn't care about who was at the wedding.

All she cared about was that Lucius was her husband. She could be happy. There was a slight twinge when she thought of the people that were no longer a part of her life that she had always thought would be standing by her side but none of it mattered. She was married.

A glass of champagne in her lips, she surveyed the dance floor and locked eyes with Lucius across the room. She lifted her glass in acknowledgement before someone stepped into her line of vision.

"Thank you so much for coming! I'm so glad that you could share this day with us."

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Pandora had noticed the flying-horses, Pegasus , that the strange wizard came on and that was the only thing on her mind until the ceremony was over and she could approach the other. There was no regard for the group that was locked in conversation, wedging herself within the group that a smiled crossed her lips when the one she came to spoke with turned in her direction, asking her a question. His words meant nothing to her, she only wanted to know one thing.

"What is their name?" A small pause. "I would love to see your Pegasus, please." Her parents did instill manners in her.

When: Malfoy-Black Wedding (Evening) Where: Malfoy Manner - Ballroom With: Open to all!

The wedding was, well, smaller than he’d expected, but then Greecian weddings were events unto themselves. Nevertheless, Xanthos ensured an entrance was made, flying to the manner upon his winged-horse and dismounting in his blood-red dress robes. He turned to nuzzle the beast’s head with affection before whispering in its ear and sending it flying off again; it would return when he had need. 

From there, the ceremony was bland, but well executed and the afterparty felt much the same. Still he laughed, socialised and drank with those of Rabastan’s circle and wondered if the evening would grow more lively as the night wore on. “I wonder,” he said, voice rich and deep as he turned to the nearest person, red wine in hand, “Do all remained so well behaved all evening or will there be some true revelry before the night is through?”  

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CHARACTER INFO:

Character name: Pandora Eleanor Greengrass Age & Birthday: 21 & 25th of March Gender & Pronouns: Ciswoman & she/her Occupation: Veterinarian for Magical Creatures Blood Status: Pureblood Previous House: Ravenclaw Previous Affiliation: Neutral Face Claim: Jessie Mei Li

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BIOGRAPHY:

Pandora Eleanor Greengrass is the youngest of three. From the moment she was born, there was something unique about the witch. One that was found marching to the beat of her own drum and found herself interested in the peculiar. There was a sudden deep love for magical creatures at a young age, that she often begged her parents to take her to the magical zoo. She could be found running bare foot outside through the woods or down by the water edge, lost in the beauty of nature.

She is the closest with her middle sibling, learning BSL at a young age to be able to communicate with them. Pandora always felt there was something different about them at a young age that it did not surprise her that they made the transition to Oz and loved him regardless. He was always the person she could turn to for advice and did not chastise her for being different. The two youngest of the Greengrass family did not live up to daddy dearest expectations of purebloods. That was left solely on their eldest, and heir, brother.

When it came time for Hogwarts, the sorting hat contemplated two different houses for her, teetering between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, that at the end, she was sorted into Ravenclaw. The love for knowledge, wit and intellect was true to who she was, despite being one that didn't mind thinking outside of the rules. It was here that she started her love for experimenting with spells and charms, seeing how far she could test the limits and what she could come up with. Pandora may have tested her professors patience one too many times.

It was in her seventh year that she found her true passion, magical creatures, that with some of her spells and enchantments, that she could help them. She excelled in her Owl's and Newt's and went off to study veterinary school for magical creatures. It was a place where she felt like she finally had a place and found it easier to talk to animals than people. They didn't judge her. During the war, Pandora remained neutral, aiding where she could but also found herself protecting innocent creatures that were in the crossfire, which led her into a situation where she went to protect a creature that she was hit with a spell, facing a near death experience, giving her the ability to see certain creatures now. With the end of the war, she has focused back on her work, her love for experimenting and trying to find a spell/enchantment that will help with her brother's hearing that he won't need to wear the hearing aids he has now.

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