Event The Fall Ball (Masquerade)

Interactions: @Callie Jensen. Open for more.

Livin on the edge with 200 words exactly

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@Rafael D'Spacito & @Aurelia Roberts

Everett found himself standing outside of the Ballroom, waiting for a certain set of Gryffindors to show up. His date... and his additional plus one. Rafa was lucky that he was cute and absolutely lit Rett's heart up, though Rett would never admit that. To ask you date if it was ok to also bring someone? It initially infuriated the young serpent. He rarely got to be in England, at Hogwarts no less, and Rafa suddenly didn't want to spend the night with him. He couldn't help but think back to their letters, if there was something that he missed that indicated his disinterest. But, all that came up was adorable banter and flirting beyond what he was used to. Sullenly, Rett wondered if he should've owled Johannes again. It was a little too late for that.

So, here he was. In an all maroon suit with a masquerade mask that looked more like a crown that would adorn his forehead. Rett would never half-ass anything even if it seemed like his date would be. He couldn't help but double and triple check that everything was in line. His mask was tied loosely into a belt loop, just in case the local Gryffindor Quidditch Captain forgot what he looked like. He eyed the girl standing in front of the ballroom, seemingly scoping out everyone that entered. The Hogdorks were weird. For now, he leaned against the wall and looked around, eyes flicking through the crowd in search for his dear Rafa, with another girl.

Interacting as iNPC Milosh Rehnquist

Mentions: @Santario Martin as iNPC Angélique (Angel)

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Interacting With: @Flash Holmwood
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Action: Dancing with the Stars level stuff, my dudes
Health: 800/800
Abilities: Lovely Creature | Fearless | Terrible Presence
Stats: Stamina 5 | Evasion 10 | Strength 5 | Wisdom 9 | Arcane Power 10 | Accuracy 6

Ana's hopes for a good partner were met and far exceeded. Flash was not only more than able to match her ability, but he also did so seemingly effortlessly and more importantly, he seemed to be enjoying himself as much as she was. They matched one another in a way that would have made observers think that they had been dancing together for years. Being around Flash was like that. There was an easiness that she generally only found with her close friends, most of whom she had known for years. Unlike her close friends, he didn't press her or demand to know about the sudden change in her. He hadn't known her before, so there wasn't some version of her for him to compare her current self to. The two had only met after, and Ana after was someone that Flash seemed to want to know.

The idea that she was someone that someone as lovely as Flash wanted to know was comforting to her, especially in a time when she was discovering just how much destruction and damage she was capable of creating. She knew that there was a completely different version of Ana in everyone else's minds, that no two people would have the exact same opinion of her, but in a time when a common characteristic in those infinite Ana's was darkness and destruction, someone who had an entirely different picture of her was a treasured companion, someone to cherish.

The music seemed to swell based on their dance, and the two could almost read one another's minds. As the two continued to dance, the complexity and speed of their steps were multiplied. While Ana was enjoying herself and her company, she had a competitive streak and she wasn't about to be the first one to miss a step. Her gown spun magnificently as she moved with grace and ease, and she knew that to onlookers, the pair must have looked like something out of a fairy tale. An angel drawn to the darkness and a devil intoxicated by the light.

Her choice of footwear, while not entirely practical, was serving her well. Dancing in heels and a ballgown felt as natural to her as breathing and she was slightly baffled at girls who were throwing off their heels. Not that she had much time to focus on that, or anything other than her partner. Suffice it to say, if she had not already begun to have feelings for the angel across from her, that dance would have been more than enough to spark such sentiment. Her heart was racing, from a combination of exertion and her proximity to a certain Slytherin.

Each time their eyes met and Flash shot her that smile, her heart skipped a beat and she returned a bold smirk. Her red lips parted slightly as the pair continued. They were having a conversation that was more than words. The exchange was more like flying was to her than dancing. The other ballgoers seemed like little more than a setting or background. At that exact moment, Ana knew that, while she was far from stumbling in her dance, she was falling hard.

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Leonard cracked an amused smile at Emile’s attempts at naming the houses. Guess the curse of pronunciation errors went both ways. The other’s demeanour was one of quiet amicability, while Earl’s friendliness was substantially more louder. It wouldn’t be too bad, sharing conversation and in Leonard’s case, degrading efforts to stick to the beat of the music, with another wallflower and a boy who shared his name with a type of tea.

“Yeah, no, those are definitely wrong. I mean, you got the first two right, but the last two, not so much. Won’t hex your bum off though, at least now we’re equal, in a way,” he said, in between chuckles. He decided from then on he’d only be calling those bearing the emblem of a lion Gryfdors, just to annoy them.

The moment of content didn’t last long, however, when the boy muttered something in what was likely French, directed at a couple on the dance floor. While the Slythering, according to Emile, didn’t fancy people in general much, the two of them could say they were the prince and his betrothed of some foreign land and Leonard would immediately believe them. Thus, the sense of astonishment and admiration that tinted the boy’s words were understandable.

However, it seemed Earl wasn’t happy. Leonard wasn’t the best at reading emotional cues, but on someone who wore their heart in their bubblegum-coloured fluff-hair hybrid, the feeling of treachery was easily seen. What was it that the French student could have said to elicit such a reaction? Questions began to creep at his mind, but he pushed them away.

“I’m going to go find Earl,” he said, gesturing in the general direction of where the boy in question had run off to. “Also, remind me to learn French some time soon. Turns out I’m going to need to learn another language much sooner than I expected.”

The snake then left, searching for the flamingo feather hair among the crowd. His skills in navigating the castle, while at times spotty, could be relied on with minimal salt. However, skills in navigating a bunch of dancing people? Those skills amounted to even less than his dancing abilities. Luckily, the shade of now darker pink, somehow, and striped tie were easy to find, near a bunch of girls he didn’t know the names of, and nor did he care to find out.

“Hey, Earl, just a question, why’d you leave Emile to the wolves that are, you know, people? Who were those lot?” He asked. “Are they also from Beauxbatons? Also, what was it exactly that Emile said? The only words I know in French are hello and baguette. Does baguette count? You know what, doesn’t matter.”

ACTION: Talking with Earl Gray and Emile LeDoux, and trying to figure out what made the former run away.

STATS: Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 7 | Health: 500/500

INTERACTING WITH: @Earl Gray and Emile LeDoux @Elizabeth Isaacs

STATUS: Open for Interactions (Owl First)

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Interacting with @Dealla Prince
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After he had turned her around gently, Zykeal would glow as she smiled, those aquamarine blue eyes beaming into his own. Friends might be surrounding him and shouting his name, Zyk wouldn't have noticed, he was nearly entranced. It wasn't until she responded to him, it had only been a second or two, that he broke his gaze and offered a cocky little shrug towards her words of his appearance, "I clean up aight' then ya?" he said, nodding his head and holding out his arms to have her inspect his entire costume. Dealla raised her hand up and touched something just below his eyes, he couldn't tell what specifically until she mentioned the mask; it made him cock his head to the side with a smile.

Not expecting the forwardness of her grasp to his wrist by Dee, he looked down as she spoke to him, "Yeh, al-" was all he got out before he felt the tug of his wrist towards the entryway of the ballroom. Instead of just being dragged by the wrist though, he pushed along to head beside her, having wanted to be the one next to her as she entered through the doorway of the ballroom. As well as moving up to walk next to her, he shifted her grip upon his wrist so that he could pull his hand till it slid to interlock with her own. Zykeal knew that the toughness of the boys hand holding hers might have made her tense up, but, it made him retain that smile of his at the very least. Over the summer and even during the beginning of this school year, he had worked vigorously upon his woodcarving hobbies and formed hands that weren't commonly found in the wizarding world.

"Jesus, Mary..." he let out in a soft exclaim once they made it through the entrance of the ballroom doors, holding back the last bit of the common phrase. Those golden hues shifted across the entirety of the room and the young Gryff was quite shocked by all the work that the team putting this event together did. Still, he tried to keep his composure and look the part for his date, stoic, relaxed, sure of himself in every way at that moment. One thing that did make Zykeal slightly uncomfortable was the number of people that had already crowded in; there was a lot to keep track of. Although Zyk had the willpower to do whatever he needed to do to make this night the best it could be, he knew, in the back of his mind, what other events at this school had turned up like.

Dealla stopped and looked back at him then, drowning his worries away with that radiant smile of hers, "Aw, sure look it," he commented in return. After a second of looking back around the room, he figured she might not get the Irish common phrases and quickly looked back, "Amazin' Dee, really," he confirmed.

It was truly hard for him to peel his gaze away from his date at the time, he needed to drink it all in at some point, but, the night was early and until she made good on her promise that she'd have to be bouncing around to take care of things; he was hers. Once again, she led the way and he played his part admirably by staying alongside her. Zykeal figured the girl was looking for her best friend, they seemed inseparable at times, but, it looked like with the crowd that they were about to get some alone time that the boy didn't mind one bit. She twirled, he would have swooned, but, he stood giving a sly little smirk and could have predicted the next words that came out of her mouth.

"Yes," he said, nearly before she completed the sentence.

In the middle of her comment about not being able to dance and other words that he summed up to her being a little nervous on her own, he'd raise his hand and held her own, "Let's shred it," he said, lids pulling together as the smile reached his cheeks, that muggle skater boy side showing in his vocabulary. A slight tilt of his head was given as well, just before, he led her towards the center of the dance floor. Although Zyk was terrible on his feet normally, in simple everyday life, things like the muggle sport of skateboarding and dancing seemed to come more naturally to him. The boy had no idea why, maybe because it required more concentration than simple movements, he hadn't a clue.

Regardless, with his ear perked to the music that was playing at the time and it seemed a lot more of a bouncy beat than what he had originally expected for this type of event. One of the others must have been choosing the music (Flash!!!), at first when he started to head out to the floor with Dealla, the song was fast and moving. The switch to a softer and more vibey style of song that seemed more of a mellow and smooth dancing style came now, he could work with it. Taking the hand he held of Dees', he used his long arms and strength to raise their hands and he twirled her around once to see that flapper dress of hers sparkle as she spun. Those eyes never left her. When she completed the twirl, he pulled her in and started the slower dance with her that, sliding his other hand on the side of her hip and moving with the beat of the music.

Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 2 | Strength: 7 | Wisdom: 8 | ArcPower 9 | Accuracy: 7
Prodigal Charms Learner | Advanced Casting | Trunk

Interacting with @Hanako Tone | Closed to further interactions
Mentioning @Elizabeth Isaacs & @Starlee Kennedy
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What luck. As if the situation wasn't bad enough with her humiliating costume and having fallen out with her best friend, Tina had been blessed enough to bump into what seemed to be the creepiest second year ever. She slowly turned to look at him as he mocked her, her features crumbling into an expression of complete and utter despair. He was only a year older than her, and yet the way he talked was so patronising that Tina felt like a five-year old girl again.

According to him, she was missing something, but she was more focused on the fact that he'd called her 'little moon' whilst grinning like a mad man. "Stop talking to me!" she snapped, whilst he rummaged through his pocket. She pushed her arms down to her sides, fists balled, staring up at him (though not at a severe angle - he was relatively short) with blazing, brown eyes. It was obvious that this 'little moon' was pretty terrible at standing up for herself. "Stop talking like that, too! It's creepy and... and I don't like it! I'm having a... FRICKING bad day and you're making it-"

Bonk.

Tina's words were cut off as a brown paper bag was shoved over her head. She couldn't see this, of course, but it was painted white on the front, with a creepy, clumsily drawn face to top it off. If she looked hideous before, this was a million and one times worse. Automatically, her hands went to the front, patting the paper uselessly as Hanako continued to tease her, relentless in his attack, even having to audacity to insist that he was an angel who'd saved her from a night of embarrassment. And of all things, he was laughing. He was bloody laughing. Martyna could barely even begin to bite back the sob that was coming up her throat. Elizabeth Isaacs was here, and she could only begin to imagine all the awful things that horrible girl would have to say about her outfit.

"Stop using big words as well!" she cried, the paper bag muffling her voice. She was wobbling about, unable to get a grasp of where she was in relation to the other boy under a veil of darkness. She didn't understand a word of what he was saying, but could tell he was making fun of her costume nevertheless, and most certainly didn't think it was 'brilliant'. "I was going matching with a friend but she..."

She.. what? Decided that she was too cool for you and wanted to go as a pretty star rather than a funny one? Purposefully dressed up in beautiful clothes to rub it in your face that she had at least a clue about the wizarding world, and knew how people dressed at events like these? Wanted to show off how rich her mummy and daddy were with an elegant dress like that? To anyone else, some these ideas would seem a huge stretch, and the others absolutely inconceivable and ridiculous, but not to a very upset and resentful Tina. Not to her.

"She forgot," Tina finished. She didn't want Hanako to know she'd been abandoned by a friend like that. She didn't want anyone to know. Her fingers went to where her eyes were, tearing two holes in the mask so that she could see, and more importantly, show Hanako how pissed off she was. She glared at him. "Anyway, it's not like you can talk! What are you? A fish? Well..." She needed to think of a good insult, but it wasn't something she was very good at. "Well, you definitely smell like one. A fish, that is. Smelly! Do you even have a date? Or any friends? No. Didn't think so. Fish-boy-person."

That would show him.

Action: Tell Hanako he smells like a fish

Stamina 4 • Evasion 7 • Strength 3 • Wisdom 6 • Arcane Power 8 • Accuracy 7
Ability: The Muggle Condition

Reducio

outfit of the day~

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As Sarah let her arms fall back to her side, she felt a lightness settling over her. She couldn’t see anything negative in Paisley’s eyes - she was angry at her for ruining her evening, nor did she seems to want to turn away as if she didn’t want to deal with her or her issues. She followed her to the edge of the ballroom, taking comfort in the slightly less crowded area. She let herself relax, eyes glancing over the other people in the ballroom, wondering whether any of them were having such weighty conversations. I somehow doubt it.

She found Paisley’s eyes again when she started to talk, offering her a chuckle at the word ‘boring’. She doubted life could be boring if you grew up with wizards and muggles. Sarah had often wondered if it was difficult to keep the Wizarding world a secret when you lived besides muggles. Did Paisley have muggle friends who she secretly told of her magic? Did she ever get to visit a muggle school? Did as she have one of those electronic music devices she’d heard people talk about? All valid questions which Sarah couldn’t work out the order to ask.

She eventually settled on asking about her friends from home, that seemed like the right place to start. “Do you ha-“ She cut herself off when she caught the look of fear on Paisley’s face. She looked alarmed, worried, almost scared, as she brought her hand up to her shoulder. Despite the dim-lighting, Sarah had seen the large scar on the Gryffindor’s back. She’d been curious, naturally, but knew better than to ask. After all, Sarah had her own scars, ones she’d rather not be asked about. The fire that had consumed half of her family hadn’t left her unscathed. It was one fo the reasons why back in first year she’d taken to dressing in the bathrooms rather than quickly changing in the dormitories like many of the girls did. She wondered why the girl was suddenly so aware of her scar, fingers tracing it almost absently as her eyes flitted around the room. Perhaps she felt self-conscious of it, or maybe she’d caught someone staring. Sarah cast her own eyes around, prepared to glare back at anyone if they were staring, but she saw no one.

“Hey,” She said softly, reaching out to place a hopefully comforting hand on Paisley’s forearm, trying to bring her attention back. She wanted to tell her not to worry about scars, about what other people thought about them, though she realised that was slightly hypocritical. After all, she’d ensured her dress covered her burns in fear of people seeing. Paisley spoke again before she had a chance to figure out what the appropriate thing to say was, and Sarah let her hand fall back to her side at the serious tone of her voice. Apparently Sarah wasn’t the only one sharing something significant tonight. She nodded, silently telling Paisley to go on. She had no idea what the girl was about to day, a thousand possibilities flicking through her mind like flipping through the pages of a book.

“I am a lycanthrope.” Well, that certainly hadn’t been where Sarah had thought this was going. She felt her eyes widen, feeling something bubble within her. Not fear - she could never feel scared of Paisley - something else. A mix of shock and confusion and pain as she looked into Paisley’s eyes. Her words seemed to flood out, unthinking and slightly jumbled as she tried to assure Sarah she wasn’t dangerous. She was a werewolf, but she wasn’t evil because of it.

Sarah had only ever met one other werewolf, that she knew of at least, and he wasn’t a good man. He’d attacked someone after one of her father’s dinner parties and no one had seen him since. It had scared her, being only eight at the time. Her father had of course tried filling her head with yet more Pure-Blood propaganda, telling her horror stories of wolves attacking small children. She’d not let his opinions poison her own though. Because, despite the fear she’d felt when she’d heard of the attack just outside the borders her manor, she knew stereotyping an entire species because of it was not fair. Paisley wasn’t him.

She couldn’t quite keep up with everything Paisley was saying, catching words like wolfsbane and dangerous and hate. Wait. Her mind replayed the girl’s final question. “Do you hate me?” And she felt her heart shatter alongside Paisley’s words. Had the situation been any different, Sarah might have felt offended at the suggestion, but the dejected look on her friend’s face told her that perhaps the question was deeper than it seemed. She almost looked ashamed - self-hating. And Sarah couldn’t stand it. She felt a wave of emotion overcome her and suddenly her eyes were wet and her arms were flung back around the girl. If she had any concern of her being scared of her now, she hoped this would dispel them.

“How could I hate you for just being you?” She asked, words close to her ear as she held her tightly. “I don’t think either of us understand the concept too ‘proper timing’,” she giggled, pulling back enough to look at her friend’s face, eyes still slightly teary. “Thank you for telling me. You didn't have to, so don't apologise for not doing it soon. But thank you for trusting me. You have no idea how much that means to me,” She admitted seriously before letting a small smile overtake her features. “Besides, we’ve shared our secrets. It looks like you’re stuck with me now.”

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