Event The Fall Ball (Masquerade)

]Interacting with @Elizabeth Isaacs and @Felicia GatlingMentioning @Martyna Romero

open to interaction!

Melissa felt a sick feeling in her stomach she didn't want to seem rude and tell them to stop being mean and talking about the other people behind there back. But Melissa couldn't let them carry on ' To be honest I think they are all rocking there outfits and can wear what they want its not your choice it there's as long there happy everything fine and it shouldn't bother you' Melissa felt proud of her self for speaking out but she was nervous of how they would respond as the way they spoke about Martyna Romero. She did Melissa spoke out but would she regret that.

As Melissa grabbed a drink from the table she couldn't get over the fact that it was fun for them to be rude about other people and mean. Melissa sipped her drink and waited for them both to reply kind of dreading there response because Melissa knew it probably wouldn't be the nicest thing in the world but Melissa knew she had to man up and be able to win this war she had just started with these two girls.

Melissa blurted out'Your probably just jealous that's why your being rude about them Melissa smirked.

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OCTOBER 16TH
Roleplaying as PC, Scarlett Aden
Interacting with @Lucia Fox @Lily Cawthi and @Alec Mason (as Andre)
Closed to interaction

It seemed like small talk had gone out of the window. Scarlett watched carefully as a boy approached their little group. A suave sort of charm appeared to be radiating off the guy in waves as he came up to the trio of girls. You could hardly call it a trio in friendship terms though. She had barely talked to the Lily kid who had spouted some strange language. Scarlett eyed the newcomer and his fancy tuxedo, green eyes and brown hair. He wore a dumb, dopey expression as if he wanted to sway them somehow.

Oh she knew this type.

At the Quidditch match between Durmstrang and Hufflepuff, Scarlett, Rose and Aurelia - a trio - had been approached by a Durmstrang boy with a similar stance to this one. Rose and Aurelia had obviously been charmed, but Scarlett hadn't. She had been rather suspicious and her musings were proved correct - the Durmstrang boy had abruptly left them to go and shout in a fellow boy's face. Who did that? It looked like this guy was the same with his confident swagger and dumb (dumb - seriously?) expression.

He decided to introduce himself with his native language. (Lily had done that - there might've been a trend going on here) "What lovely outfits you all have. My name's André. And you three are?"

Scarlett was about to snap back an impulsive sarcastic remark before Lily jumped in and saved her. Maybe the first-year wasn't that bad. Even though it wasn't deliberate, it was better than anything those little brats had done at the Gryffindor table on the first day. Though, admittedly, Beckett and Ivy had had their faults as well.

Wait. Was that a faint blush appearing on Lily's cheeks?

Merlin, not another one swayed. Scarlett exchanged a subtle glance with Lucia, but regretted it instantly. Her friend was more of the romantic daydreamer type. Wishing for true love. No need to crush hopes today.

Then there was an odd sound as Scarlett turned to Lily, who seemed to be saying something in another tongue. She caught something about 'Scarlett' and 'Lucia'. Scarlett decided to jump in the conversation

"Basically, I'm Scarlett and this young lady here-" Scarlett gestured to her raven-haired friend. "is Lucia. Why did you decide to pay us a visit, all of a sudden? I presume you're from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang or Ilvermorny. I haven't seen you around here before."

Her tone didn't imply friendliness of any sort.

Action Talking to Lucia, Lily and Andre, being suspicious
Stats Stamina | 7 | Evasion | 5 | Strength | 6 | Wisdom | 6 | Arcane Power | 9 | Accuracy | 7
Abilities Prodigal Charms Learner, Fearless

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Interacting with | @Zykeal Lane
Open to Interactions, please owl first!

Dee didn't have to wait long until she felt a hand on her arm and turned around, a bright smile lighting up her face, her eyes shining behind the mask. She took the compliment in stride, this was what people were supposed to say at events like this, right? "Thank you!" she replied and took a second to take in Zykeal's outfit. "You look pretty good yourself," she noted and reached up to touch one of the spikes pointing downwards from his mask. "I like these." And he did. He'd chosen to go along with her 20s themed outfit, and she liked the contrast between them, light and dark.

There was a steady stream of students, both known and unknown, older and younger than her, flowing past them into the quickly filling ballroom. "Let's go in?" she suggested, but didn't wait for confirmation before she reached for his wrist and pulled him in with her.

After they had stepped through the doors and a little further into the ballroom, Dee paused slightly. She'd known what it looked like, of course, had helped with the planning and the decorations, although Flash had taken the reins on the Masquerade while Dee and Ileen had been busy with other things, but it was different to see it all come together now, the music playing in the background, students bringing life to the large space. There were already groups forming around the ballroom, a lot of chatter, some people dancing. It wasn't that she'd been worried that no one would show up - the presence of the foreign students alone would be enough incentive to bring people to show up - but it was still nice to see their vision come to life. They had worked hard on this, and Dee would do all that was in her power to make sure that the evening went without a hitch.

Anticipation sparked in her eyes as she turned towards Zyk, her smile returning in full force. "So?" she asked, obviously proud what they had accomplished. "What do you think?"

The pause to admire her work over, Dee moved slowly further into the ballroom, searching for familiar faces, but didn't spot anyone she particularly wanted to talk to. She knew Ileen and Erik had to be around here somewhere, Ileen was much more punctual than she was, but she couldn't see them in the crowd, so finally she twirled around to face Zykeal again. "Want to dance?" she asked, excited. "Although I have to admit I can't really dance. I mean I can, a bit." The dancing class with Ileen had been interrupted, but her dance with Prometheus on the grounds had gone alright, hadn't it? "Just not very well. But the atmosphere here does ask for a dance, don't you think?"

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[font=Copperplate Gothic Light] @Elizabeth Isaacs @Leonard Oaksworth [/font]

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Reducio

“Oh lord have mercy,” Emile had muttered, looking towards a couple advancing to the dance floor.

And color seemed to slowly fade out of the world.

The beautiful people and mood lighting around them suddenly seemed a lot less important, becoming a blurry mess as his attention zoned in on Emile. He didn’t really process what the boy had said as his brain was scrambling to suppress the thoughts, compress them into a tiny little box and set them on a shelf somewhere What he DID process was the wave of sadness which washed over him, so huge it seemed to swallow him up, push him under and choke him. All the joy from before had leaked out of him, instead replaced with a stabbing pain which grew by the second.

Pressing his lips together, the small boy looked away, blush dying down as quickly as it had appeared, eyes turning back to their regular shade of light gray. A gust of wind coming from the ball room doors closing ruffled his hair, sending a chill down his spine. And along with the disappearance of his joy, the room seemed to darken, music becoming harder to swallow. Struggling to breathe, Earl forced himself to focus on…something. Anything. No, not anything. Anything but Emile. The French boy had done nothing wrong, really. Our pink boyo was having a hard time recognizing why he exactly he felt like curling up in a tiny, tiny ball and staying like that for the rest of the night. The emotions were there, the reason? Not as much.

“Haha, yeah, I’ll have your back,” he said in a very small voice, making eye contact with Leo. He suddenly seemed a lot smaller, a lot thinner. Fragile, like a glass flower. A very cracked glass flower, which had been dropped on the floor and left there for the next person to step on and crush.

Emile only looked back towards them, towards h i m, when the young couple he’d been ogling turned their way. And Earl hadn’t regained his composure. Gently removing his hand from Emile’s grip, he shifted away and offering a pale smile as apology. “I have a few people I need to talk with,” he mumbled, tucking a strand of flaming hair behind his ear. “I’ll be right back.” And so he slipped away, knowing full well that if he’d stayed there for much longer, he wouldn’t have been able to keep it together.

His first thought had been to go to the abandoned toilets, but one look cast towards the doors revealed them to be closed. So, instead, he allowed himself to mingle with the crowd, get lost in the background, become the backdrop to someone else’s story.

And, inevitably, he ended up wandering over to his brother. Draven was, as usual, hanging out with his goth girlfriend, arms crossed over his chest, a dead look in his pale blue eyes. “The retard has chosen to grace us with his presence,” Draven spit out, leaning against the wall as third years turned their eyes towards him. “Yes,” Earl said, sitting down beside his brother and leaning against him to the older boy’s disgust. “Earl, I SWEAR,” Draven hissed, taking a step backwards and raising his hand as if to strike him. Yeah. This felt about right.

“Thanks,” Earl beamed up at his brother, putting his hands in the pockets of his suit. It was easier to smile to spite Draven, than to fight the depression which had set over him. So he looked up at his brother like a happy little puff, the pygmy peaking its head out from his breast pocket, to also stare the edgy young boy down. “You look really good. Black is a good color on you.”

“And blue is a good color on YOU. If you don’t move, I’ll help give your skin a tint.” Earl believed him to, as did everyone else around them. Before things could get hairy, Earl had moved on to another spot in the ball room, this time mingling with a group of girls and staying put.

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[font=Copperplate Gothic Light]Action: Reducio Emile messed up, and Earl had an episode.

[font=Copperplate Gothic Light] Stats Stamina: 5| Evasion: 0 | Strength: 0 Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 10 | Accuracy: 10

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Closed to Interactions
Note: I don't want someone confronting Paisley in terms of her werewolfry right now, so that is why interactions are closed. If you'd like your character to overhear the conversation, be my guest, as she is in the middle of the full ballroom.
Roleplaying as: Paisley Brown
Interacting with: @Sarah Lightwood
Action: Revealing big secret & Instantly regretting it
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Paisley hesitated, searching Sarah's face for any hint of lingering sorrow. Only when she found none did she start to speak, pulling out of the hug as she did so. It seemed as if they had retired to the edge of the dance floor for the time being. If Sarah wanted to continue dancing, Paisley would agree wholeheartedly, and the conversing would've been done whilst dancing.

"My life...is boring." she admitted, giving a small laugh. "My mom is a Wizarding robe designer, although she hasn't worked on something in years because of my sister, Claudia is what she calls a 'handful'. My dad's a muggle." she said, and was about to add on by saying something about being a werewolf, but she couldn't do it. She couldn't bring herself to face the consequences that would follow. The explanation, the fear, the anxiety, it was all too much for her to handle right then. She was good with comforting other people, but when it came to helping herself, she lost every time.

As she was lost in thought, her hand went automatically to the scar on her left shoulder blade, where she fidgeted while thoroughly troubled. She hadn't thought about it before, but with this dress it was painfully visible to the naked eye. It traveled from her top left shoulder blade, down to her alternate hip, and although you couldn't see the bottom, the entire top half ought to be visible to Sarah. She said a few things in her head that her parents most definitely wouldn't like to hear, realizing her mistake all too late. She had been too hasty with getting ready to even notice the scar could be seen.

Her back started to prickle with sweat, and her hands were clammy. He eyes darted from side to side quickly scanning her surroundings. She was making sure no one was listening, watching, waiting for her to reveal the secret, her secret. There was only one other person Paisley had told.

"There is something...something else I should probably tell you. I think you have to know." she took a few deep breaths. Every fiber of her being was telling her no. It was her instinct to back away, to be weak and not say anything. To be the lone wolf. To endure everything, and everyone, all on her own. It was what she deserved for being a monster. But she couldn't. Not anymore. She needed to do this. The conflict in her eyes was deep, breaking past the naive surface to reveal someone who had faced terrible things. At first glance, you would never expect something so thoughtful to be held within the young girl's eyes. "I am-" she stopped short. She looked into Sarah's eyes, searching yet again for any sign that she might be scared. "a lycanthrope." she said hesitantly, and then the pipe broke. "I'm not dangerous, I swear on my life. My mother, she works as hard as she can to brew wolfsbane and get the ingredients, she's even showed me how to do it, although I've never tried, and they supply it here too, every full moon, that is. Not everday, because I'm not dangerous everyday, only on the full moon, but that's if I don't get the wolfsbane, but they give it to me, like I just said. I've never been without it while in wolf form, and the only really wolfish thing about me is I can detect people's scents. That's it, and I go to the shrieking shack every full moon and-" she broke off, looking to the ground, the weight of what she had done finally setting in. She had told Sarah the 1 thing she said she wouldn't tell her tonight."I just couldn't think of the right time to tell you." she laughed despite the circumstances. "There I was, talking to you about timing, and now-" she shook her head. "Do you hate me?" her voice broke.

Alexei wasn't certain whether or not he was happy. On the one hand, he had a lovely date and was here to dance the night away. On the other hand, the aforementioned lovely date was more than a little stuck up and stiff, and having a date meant that picking up the lovely Hogwarts and Beaubatons girls would be impeded. Generally, he found girls didn't like to be flirted with when he had another girl on his arm. Still, as obnoxious as his date had been upon their first meeting, she was pretty, and more importantly, she was preapproved by his parents, so he was willing to give her a chance to earn his attention.

"Did I mention you look lovely?" Alexei said with a flirtatious glance. She was definitely nice to look at, although her opening her mouth seemed to detract from that. "Red is most definitely your color." He caught a glance of a familiar figure. He and Ana had spoken when he'd arrived, and it had turned out she was just terrible about writing letters. He also caught a glimpse of that little punk who had punched him at summer camp. He was definitely going to have to pay him back for that later on. Leading his date to the dance floor, he placed his hands a little lower than was proper and began to mindlessly move through steps he had been doing since he was a toddler.

Stamina: 10
Evasion: 9
Strength:13
Wisdom: 4
ArcPower: 4
Accuracy:9

Abilities: Charmer, Statistically Relevant(x2)

Action: Enter, be a bit handsy with his date, start dancing

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Interacting with: Nobody
Status: Open for interaction!

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Welsh: #9E8FB9
Uzbek: 874343

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Autumn re-adjusted her mask for the third time in the past two minutes. She looked around and saw the people entering, some with brightly-coloured outfits, and some others with elegant masks. The Hufflepuff sighed; knowing she had to enter the ballroom eventually. She didn't have a date or a friend she was going with, which made sense. After all, she was not too liked among her peers, which was not something she could blame them for. She wasn't likeable, and she was well-aware of it. Sometimes she wished she was more agreeable, easier to enjoy the company of, but she knew it would not happen anytime soon.

However, what would happen soon was her entering the ballroom, because she could not avoid it for much longer anymore. She inhaled, walked through, and exhaled in wonder. The energy of the place had changed considerably. People were talking, dancing and having fun. Autumn almost felt obligated to dance herself, but she had enough dignity to leave that as a simple temptation and not as an action.

The Autumn Ball was going well so far, making Autumn wonder what would ruin it this time. She had not participated in the Blossom Ball, but from what she had heard, it had been an absolute fiery mess. Autumn was not paranoid at all. She had just brought her wand for fun, and it had nothing to do with her fear that something dangerous would inevitably happen. She had previously considered bringing some throwing knives with her but had brushed it off as too much. She was wondering now whether that had been the best decision. She also questioned whether she could stab someone using her wand and whether it would break it.

She then decided that maybe she would not risk breaking her wand.

Walking towards one of the corners of the room, she hoped that nobody approached her.

Although she would not particularly... mind, if someone chose to do so.

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Abilities: Sixth Sense, Perfectionist
Stats: Stamina: 5, Evasion: 5, Strength: 7, Wisdom: 7, Arcane Power: 8, Accuracy: 8
Species: Full Human
Action: Enter the masquerade

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Mentioning: @Lindsey Springhall
Open to interactions while I wait, awkwardly

Outfit | Mask

[font=times new roman]I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her. I shouldn’t have asked her.

As he walked in the direction of the masquerade ball, the words repeated over and over in his head like a really mean mantra. Wyatt felt like throwing up, but he also felt like his stomach was empty and there were butterflies and he was scared (well, cause of the last dance), and everything was spinning, and he was lightheaded and, oh Merlin. I should just turn around, he thought. Skip the dance.

But then he remembered Lindsey, who was probably there already. He couldn’t leave her there, that would be worse than terrible. She was the only person who’d talk to him without saying mean things or punching him in the face which was much more than he could ask for. Human decency was hard to come by nowadays. But getting punched in the face was usually warranted. Wyatt wasn’t the kindest person.

He wondered if she’d heard the rumors yet. She might have heard how awful he was and decided to skip the ball. Or maybe all this was part of some elaborate scheme to make him look stupid when October 16th came around. Maybe she placed nice up until this very moment to give him this false sense of security, and the second he steps foot in the ballroom, he’s going to get doused in pig’s blood like he’s Carrie or something.

Finally, he got to the ballroom. Terrified. Yeah, he got to the ballroom, terrified. Social events weren’t really his deal, especially after the Blossom Ball mess, but this year things were safe… right? This was a legitimate school function, and the Blossom Ball was a secret. It was different! He still brought his wand. Just in case. After taking one final deep breath, he took a step into the ballroom. No pig’s blood… yet.

Wyatt scanned the room for his date. There she was by the food tables. Lindsey Springhall. He didn’t see her face, as it was covered by the mask she was wearing (of course), but he remembered her hair. A perfect, wavy golden brown. But she was talking to someone. Wyatt swallowed. He couldn’t go over there now, he didn’t want to intrude on the conversation Lindsey was having… no, he wasn’t stalling!

Instead of walking to her, he walked in the opposite direction and sat down in a chair somewhere far away with his arms crossed and his left foot anxiously tapping the ground. He’d check every now and then to see if Lindsey was still talking. He must've looked so awkward, but he didn't really think about it at the time.[/font]

Action: Enter the ballroom
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 7 | Arc. Power: 9 | Accuracy: 5

It didn’t take long for the Ballroom to become swamped with people, though it was hardly a surprise with so many visitors from abroad. Flash wasn’t worried about the impression the ball would leave on those attending, he didn't doubt his ability to throw a party. He had basically grown up in a ballroom. It was one of the places he would go to pretend to be someone he would never be, only to be found and laughed at for his childish imagination.

There was no time for space heroes when there were people to entertain, and if being a Holmwood taught him anything, it was how to entertain people. He studied people’s tastes and desires with fervor, replicating their wildest dreams as though it were out of some fun coincidence... When really, it was from painstaking observation and tireless hard work.

That was why he cared so little about the joy and sorrow swarming around him in fitful bouts of hormonal clashes. He was not solely responsible for everyone present. His only concern for the moment was entertaining the lady of the hour-- his illustrious date. It wasn’t for her immaculate beauty, nor her clear social standing, that Flash chose her to be with him for the evening. He simply enjoyed her company, and the way the two of them seemed to get along effortlessly. Though he wouldn’t allow it to enter the periphery of his mind, he was also glad to be beside someone who didn’t know him very well. As much as he tried to keep his private affairs completely to himself, there were a few who had pried things out of him. A thankless endeavor, and one that usually only brought about extreme discomfort for both parties.

There was no discomfort in being with Anastasia though. She didn’t demand to know why he did what he did, or why he felt how he felt. Perhaps in part she understood the responsibility of being the child of an imminent family, or the desperate need to maintain appearances. The safety of a mask. Whether she understood, or simply didn’t care, wasn’t important. Flash was having fun.

With her blessing, Flash began the dance, the music swelling beautifully along with their practiced steps. A waltz-- simple, showy, and elegant. The confidence in their steps and the earliness of the hour made their sweeping movements bold and eye-catching. Certainly it would help a few cold feet to follow along, when they realized just how fun dancing could be.

Flash was never stodgy, as much of a rich boy as he was, and approached each movement with feverish enthusiasm. Working with a relative professional, he knew she wouldn’t have trouble keeping up. In fact, it was a bit like a game. Just how flamboyantly could they move before one of them missed a step?


Anyone watching would have to keep waiting, because neither of them were slowing down any time soon. Whispering conversation and leaning on shoulders could wait for the slower songs. This was only the beginning, and Flash was full of pent up energy. Whenever the twirling devil looked him in the eye, he wouldn’t be able to resist an impertinent grin.

He had learned a thing or two about letting go and having a good time, and he felt at this point he had earned it. The night was still young. Covering a great deal of the ballroom floor, he didn’t let anything distract him from expressing himself through dance. It was a conversation between him and Anastasia-- spend this time with me, have fun with me, let’s go crazy. And she was speaking volumes.

Interacting With: @Amelia Faye

outfit - shoes - mask - gloves - fan weapon - makeup
Oh, and another thing I'll add - Hairstyle

SEEING AS SAPPHIRE WAS ABSOLUTE S*** AT TALKING TO PEOPLE, she didn't quite know what she was doing there. Not only that, but she was also mostly unable to focus on the dance and everything going on in the midst of a mini anxiety attack. Really, what was she doing there? She felt so out of place, and her knuckles were probably white in her gloves from how tightly she was gripping the tessen.

Working up a bit of nerve, the pale-haired girl finally looked up, semi-searching for someone to maybe interact with. She did need to branch out a bit more with whom she hung out with, given that the only people she'd really hung out with more than once were Katrina and Koko. Katrina didn't even really count, given that the only other times they'd interacted had been for the scavenger hunt club. That wasn't really hanging out, necessarily.

She found one person, probably younger, standing over by the door and looking extremely nervous. Probably felt out of place. She could most certainly relate. She felt like a bundle of nerves. It seemed completely unjustified, personally.

She stopped thinking and started making her way hesitantly over to the girl, planning to maybe try to converse. Not that she was any good at that, but who gave a f***? Certainly not her. She totally did, but that was against the point. She dodged any people standing around, finally reaching the girl, whom she didn't recognize from anywhere (although, that didn't really mean anything).

Hesitantly, she reached the hand not holding the tessen out to tap on the girl's shoulder. Maybe she startled her, maybe she didn't. Regardless, she would say, "Uhm... sorry to bother you, but... but you seemed a bit lonely. You don't... you don't really feel like you fit in right now, am I right? I know how you feel... I myself don't fit in well in social situations... I don't even really know how I got the nerve to come up to you, given that I was having a mini anxiety attack only moments ago..." She gave a little wine, immediately realizing that she was oversharing a little. "Sorry, I go off on tangents when I t... when I get nervous." She gave a meek smile. "Uhm, I'm Sapph. Third year Slytherin..."

She must've looked like a complete idiot. Honestly, she wouldn't be all that surprised if this other girl just got weirded out and walked away. She partially hoped that she wouldn't be like that though...

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Stats: Stamina - 7, Evasion - 8, Strength - 7, Wisdom - 9, Arc. Power - 7, Accuracy - 7
Species: Fully human
Action: Approaching someone to try to start a conversation