Event The Fall Ball (Masquerade)

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Action: Arrive, being a flirty dork
Health: 800/800
Abilities: Lovely Creature | Fearless | Terrible Presence
Stats: Stamina 5 | Evasion 10 | Strength 5 | Wisdom 9 | Arcane Power 10 | Accuracy 6

The Gryffindor swept into the ballroom. She was, for the first time in a long time, looking forward to this night. It was literally impossible for it to go worse than the last ball she had been to. Of course, she was tempting fate by even thinking that, but she was optimistic. Still, she wasn't an idiot, and in addition to her wand, she had smuggled in a dagger. Better safe than sorry. Anyways, the dagger perfectly fit her aesthetic, so if somehow someone had an issue with it, she could just say it was a costume prop. Then again, if someone was able to see the dagger that was stepped inside of her skirt, they would have a more immediate problem of being punched in the face repeatedly by Ana for attempting to look up her dress.

She was nervous, but in a normal, teenage girl kind of way, not a terrified for her life way. She had thrown herself into choosing an outfit once she and Flash had decided on a theme. If there was one thing Beckett women were good at, it was committing all the way to a theme. Instead of going with the obvious red for a devil, she opted for black with a few pops of red for contrast. Her hair was in a loose half updo. She had learned in her many years of partying attending that going with a less intricate hairstyle meant the hair gradually loosening over the night was far less noticeable

As she entered, the aroma of spices rose to greet her. If she had to guess, she would say they were cider and probably pumpkin juice. No distinctive smell of coffee though, which seemed a shame to her. None of these evening balls ever had coffee, and she had resolved to always have coffee at events she might host. After all, if you were dancing the night away, what better time for coffee?

Now, to find her date. The endeavor was made slightly more difficult by the fact that she didn't actually know what his outfit looked like beyond being angel-themed. She caught sight of two people that she previously punched, and made a mental note to avoid them. While she was dressed to kill, she was actually hoping to just have a good time that night. Her year had started with her aunt dying and had managed to go downhill from there. She had more than earned a night of dancing and fun.

She didn't have to search long for her escort. She made her way over and smiled slightly. It was hard to look bad in a suit, but Flash looked stunning. It was almost unfair how good he looked, and she would have felt self-conscious if she hadn't gone completely overboard with her own outfit. Still, color rose to her cheeks when her eyes met his. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" she said, smirking slightly. It was a stupid joke, but it went with his costume, and also, Flash in that suit was making her brain slow down. She was just glad that she had been able to formulate an actual sentence.

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Sarah’s stomach had been fluttering all day. A mix of excitement and nerves and possibly something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She’d attended balls since she was young, her father constantly hosting lavish events at the manor and inviting Sarah attended even when she’d rather have stayed away from him and his like-minded colleagues. Still, if meant she had plenty of practise when it came to such events as the Fall Ball. Granted, she’d never attended a ball with others her own age, a fact that was slightly daunting to the Slytherin, but she took it in her stride and decided there was no point in dwelling over her slight nerves.

She’d spent the last few hours getting ready in the dorm rooms, rooms which had been filled with girls from every year in beautiful gowns and fantastic Halloween costumes. She was certain she’d seen someone dressed up as a pumpkin. It was strange, the complete juxtaposition between the two events being held - one formal and mysterious, the other far more casual and charmingly childish. This stark contrast had been more than apparent in everyone’s choice of attire for the evening. Sarah had chosen a long black gown with a slightly sheer skirt covered in hand-embroiled gold stars and bell sleeves which had immediately caught her attention.

It had been love at first sight and Sarah had known no other dress would suffice.

She’d paired it with a low pair of black heels - ones she’d found comfortable enough to dance in so knew they wouldn’t hurt her feet - and her mother’s black choker. When she’d put the jewellery on, she’d felt strange, a mix of sadness as she reminisced on the loss of her mother, and jubilation at having something her mother had treasured so close to her. She’d taken a few balancing breaths, before joining some of the other Slytherin girls with completing the finishing touches on their outfits. She’d once again found herself playing hairdresser with Opeila, something she’d enjoyed to no end, and had offered help to a few of the first years. When she’d finally been happy with her appearance, she’d grabbed her mask and headed out of the dungeons towards the ballroom.

She’d agreed to meet Paisley just outside the room, being from different houses meaning they’d had to get ready separately, and so when she arrived, she moved to one side of the corridor in search of her friend. She’d jumped at the chance to attend the ball with the Gryffindor, both because it meant she’d managed to avoid going alone, but also because she knew the pair of them were bound to have a fantastic time together. She smiled to herself, anxiously tapping her fingers against her thigh as she looking around for her friend, bursting with excitement to get into the ballroom and hopefully have the night of her life.

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When Logan had found out about the ball, she was not excited in the least. Her aunt on the other hand had enough excitement for the both of them. She had immediately started making her young niece a dress and that is how Logan ended up standing in the entrance to the ball room.

The young Hufflepuff had not bothered to find a date, she honestly didn't enough know how long she was going to stay, but she decided to enjoy the night as it was. She hadn't put much time into looking nice, just a little bit of makeup and her hair had slight curls. She did not see a point in looking extravagant with her makeup if she was going to be wearing a mask the whole night anyway.

The dress Logan was wearing was a silver blue, with lace designs the whole way across it. Carousel horses made their way around the dress, being the twelve year old's favorite part of the dress. Her mask was a similar color, with swirling designs around it.

With a sigh, the young girl slowly made her way into the ball room hoping to be able to identify someone. Sadly, almost everyone was wearing a mask so she was not able to identify anyone at that point. Logan made her way across the room, avoiding bumping into any couples as she got to a clear spot against the wall. Smiling she looked across the room as she gently tapped her foot to the waltz playing throughout the room.

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[font=Monotype Corsiva]It was that time of the year again. It was Quinn's favorite time of the year to be honest and also his favorite month of the entire year. It reminded him the most of his home during this time of the year. The way the leaves would change, the changing of the weather, the warm hot meals and drinks of his home. But most of all it was the feelings that it evoked inside of him. Plus the added bonus was that this was the month of Halloween and his birthday so yay Quinn!

As these thoughts passed through his mind, the incredibly tall and large Half-Giant stepped into the very macabre and Gothic themed Ballroom. As he glanced about he noted how the skulls, cobwebs, and candles really sold the theme. It created a very conducive and mysterious atmosphere. As Quinn looked around individual's would be able to instantly tell who he was by his size alone.

The Irish Half-Giant stood at a very impressive 8 feet 5 inches by this point. It almost seemed like he grew an inch a month at the rate he was going. Even more impressive was how Quinn had been filling out recently. Gone was the inhumanly lanky arms and legs. They were were replaced with thick arms that were like miniature logs. He carried a very athletic build to him that was tall and slowly becoming more stocky as he packed on more natural muscle with his growth. He wasn't quite barrel chested yet but quickly getting there as was plain to see with his wide broad shoulders.

Befitting his size he wore something that truly allowed him to stand out. He wore a fitted burgundy colored suit that hugged his frame unintentionally due to his growing body. Unknown to anyone else it wasn't a fitted suit but actually a classic-fit that look fitted because of his size and build giving off the appearance. Along with that he wore a stark white dress shirt that almost appeared silk if not a fine cotton. Wearing a dark golden tie and having a hankerchief of the same dark golden color in his left suit jacket pocket really complemented the colors. Along with that he wore large, Marrone colored Paul Evans Cagney cap toe dress shoes and black dress socks.

Of course, he wore a nice gold rimmed watched, not real obviously, with a brown leather band, and chain that went from his soot jacket pocket to the collar of his suit jacket. To complete his look, he had kept his hair long as it went past his shoulders but it was done up in a slight up do with. It was tied together by multiple large braids that wrapped around the side of his head to keep the hair in place. Giving a very viking feel to the style of his thick, wavy almost curly burnt orange hair. He wore a golden mask that appeared metal and bore extremely intricate in its designs as it only covered the top half of his face. His bright emerald-blue eyes shined through almost perfectly.

What covered the lower half of his face was surprisingly a full blown thick medium-length beard. It was surprisingly well kept and trimmed despite its size and completely covered the lower half of his face and lower cheeks. The rest of his exposed face showed of the sea of freckles. No doubt with the braids and beard especially that he had ample help. Must be those amazing Jotun genes doing their work with the young lad.

Smirking the young lad from Hufflepuff checked his watch, while one hand was in his pocket. He walked around quietly, clearly looking for someone. He stood out like a sore thumb anyway, but seemed to embrace it nonetheless. This would be a lovely dance and the music was absolutely perfect as he waited for mo chuisle. Whatever happened Quinn would ensure that he had a grand time filled with no regrets.[/font]

[font="Monotype Corsiva"]Stats: STA: 14 | EVA: 2 | STR: 15 | WIS: 8 | ARCP: 2 | ACC: 7
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Up in the boy's dormitory, on the fifth floor, Zyk was taking his time getting ready. For once, he started to prepare early so that he wouldn't make Dealla unhappy with him by being late, he had a promise to keep after all. He was adorning a styled three-piece suit that matched the Irish gangster scene back in the 1920s, primarily black with white plaid stripes. A white dress shirt accompanied his attire, neck brought up tight by the sleek black tie that was held with a Pratt knot. The second-year thought he could have fit right into that era. Just in between his shirt and the lining of his suit jacket, an old school shoulder pistol holster was stationed there; it held the ivory-colored Aspen wood wand that he kept close to him at all times. A pair of cap-toe boots are worn, calf-skin, refurbished from old family members that his mother sent over by owl along with the rest of his outfit and matched quite nicely.

Although he knew the style of which Dealla had chosen her outfit, he hadn't yet seen it and there was a twinge of nervousness that radiated through him as he hoped he could fit the part in their pairing. Time started to pass fast and he didn't even notice, trying to make everything look perfect was taking its toll upon his tardiness. It wasn't until one of his fellow dorm mates had said something about themselves being late that Zykeal checked the time; he wanted to be early. Now though, it seemed he could arrive just in time if he started to run. Turning quickly to check himself over once more, the boy would make a run towards the door and heard a faint, 'mask', from one of his mates in the room. Zykeal drew the wand from inside his jacket in a flash and flicked it towards the black mask that was resting upon his bed, "Accio Mask," he said and the mask came flying into his outstretched hand just as he exited through the doorway.

There were no self-defining words that Zykeal could find within that mind of his that could explain the state of happiness that radiated within him at that moment as he ran down the stairs. Dealla Prince had agreed that he could take her to the dance, one that she helped organize. The boy was proud to have her by his side, to be by hers, in an equal way that could possibly allow him to drop his guard in an unexpected way. Dealla always had a way to her that made him question things, made him... run away at times. It wasn't until a few short weeks ago when she had walked away from him, instead of the opposite, that it hit him right in his chest; as if the wind was vacuumed right out of him. Where they were meeting wasn't far away from the Gryffindors common room, in fact, he was just one floor away. The tricky part was navigating the staircases though and it took an extra minute when one shifted right under his feet and made his pathing more difficult.

With the ballroom corridor insight, he slowed himself down to allow himself to catch his breath as he adorned the mask he had chosen to wear that night. It was a framework style mask, covering just where the black metal pieces held the design together, see-through, with a set of devil horns that perked up on each side of his forehead. When he gathered himself complete, he patted himself down and made sure everything was in place before he slowly walked towards the gathered crowd and shifted through easily.

It wasn't hard to spot the bobbing girl in a beautiful white dress that seemed to radiate amongst the rest of the student body. Golden hues brightened even more than possible at the sight of her, there was a symphony of synonyms for the word beautiful, but, he couldn't find one that matched how truly amazing she appeared. Zykeal would have openly gawked if his pride would have allowed him; it didn't though. With graceful steps, he wove his way through the crowd until he could approach her from behind, a smile pushing across his features under that mask of his. A hand raised up, he'd rest it on the side of her upper arm as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"You look beautiful, Princess," he said softly, the 12-year-old offering a little bit of the charm of the Irish.

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Flash’s eyes lit up when he saw her, though he had no reason to believe she would look anything less than absolutely stunning. Her eyes scanned the gathering beneath her steepled black mask, the two of them having decided on matching by being a themed pair. It was a popular matching trend, no less for it being nearly Halloween. She had picked her outfit well. With both of them in stark black, their contrasting masks would stand out. Not that Flash was concerned with getting anyone’s attention in particular, but it was important to look the part.

Unlike the Secret Blossom Ball, Flash had control of the Masquerade, which made all the difference in the world. He was calm, even cheerful as Anastasia approached. Her smile when she saw him, as well as her enthusiasm to dress up and dance all night with him, had his heart racing quicker as she drew near. He hoped he didn’t look too much like a puppy trying to sit still while awaiting a treat. At her words however, all of Flash’s excitement bubbled over into delighted laughter, unable to wipe the big smile off his face.

”Fell? I flew down willingly, just to see you.” Beaming, he offered the crook of his arm for her to hold onto. With that, he would gently guide her to the ballroom floor. ”Let’s not wait, dance with me.”

It was no secret that Flash had been excited to hear that Anastasia was an accomplished dancer already. He learned all of the promenades at the Holmwood mansion, but he had never had the chance to use that information for anything useful. Until that day of course, and he had made sure everything was perfect. Even if he was always bored during the balls at home, he was convinced that it was because of the crowd. Ministry goons, politicians, and businessmen. All inane, nothing about them he could find to care about.

Not at Hogwarts. He was deeply interested in the lives of his peers, and through hard work, he had earned a place in the hearts of many others as well. It meant something to him that people knew his name, that heads turned when he walked past. It was useful that his presence brought serenity and happiness. With a reputation came immense power, and with power came control. When he had control, everything would be better, and he could prove it.

As they neared the middle of the ballroom, a few others had already started to dance around them. The ghosts above them, of course, were waltzing along to the music as they had done for hundreds of years, stuck in a loop they would never be free of, a memory that would always fail them. The death that hung in the air was Flash’s flagrant attempt at laughing at the whole thing in its face. Death hadn’t claimed him over summer, he was alive and thriving. Life was all a show, all that mattered was everything looked like it was fine. As long as it looked fine long enough, and everyone believed it, then it may as well be true.

”I’ve been looking forward to this.” At that point, Flash was grinning. He put a hand on her hip, watching her face carefully to make sure she was just as ready. The two of them were nearly the same height, though the mask put her over the edge, she was definitely taller than him. ”Show me what you’ve got.”

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The Fall Ball. The event that captured everyone's attention and sent a wave of anticipation through the air. Everyone had been waiting for this day... Logan wasn't one of those people.
Logan didn't know anything about wizard dances aside from what Alina taught him. He didn't want to make a fool of himself and do something stupid so he was hoping this day wouldn't come. But this was one of those inevitable things that scares you harder as you get closer to it.
Logan got up from bed, took a shower and put on the dress robe his big b had given him. Logan was tall for his age so it fit nicely.. or at least, well enough.
He put on his shoes and decided to have a go at grooming his hair. As usual, the thing just popped back so he had no choice but to got with the usual scruffy look. He found the mask that his brother owled him three days ago and put it one.
When all the dressing up was done, he strolled down to the ballroom and waited for Alina at the entrance. He had no idea what she was going to wear so he decided to keep an open mind. From time to time, he would look in the ballroom and watch what the students would do.

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The masked Silverwood was no stranger to a good Masquerade Ball. As was the wizard custom on Hallowe'en in his family circle. Though, this festivity usually took place on the day of All Hallow’s Eve and was routinely filled to the brim with pompous lords and arrogant heirs. Søren himself would be dressed to the nines in a classic tuxedo. Tailored to perfection and accessorized with an outstanding tie or bowtie was the way to go for the men of his family, no exceptions. It was his intention to attend every dance at Hogwarts with the same level of fashion, but the cursed Blossom Ball changed his mind.

Søren enjoyed taking a step out of his comfort zone on that night, wearing an odd suit undoubtedly snuck into his trunk by the only Silverwood daughter. Part of his summer was spent working with the family’s house elves to create more creative ensembles for the rest of his time at Hogwarts. Today, he was happy to show off one of the more muted designs. He would be proud if he actually lifted a finger to assist the house elves, but truthfully, most of his time was spent ordering them around.

As he entered the ballroom, Søren was unsurprised to find himself in awe of the student-planned event. Those that had a hand in the Blossom Ball were hard to outmatch, but the students planning for this masquerade party were definitely putting up a fight. A wave of aromatic goodness washed over him as he stepped onto the steam-filled dancefloor and searched for an interesting activity to occupy him for the night. Taking note of the wide space and upbeat music, he deduced that this floor was mainly going to be used to dancing and he wasn’t sure how much mingling and chatting would be taking place. Maybe he should have chosen to attend the costume party instead, though he felt as if that was more of a muggle tradition than a wizard one.

He stood on the outskirts of the ballroom, dateless. It was entirely his fault for throwing himself so deeply into practicing Quidditch. He found no time to make friends or find a partner for the dance. It was embarrassing, really. One of Søren’s only fortes was in his social interaction, yet he had done so little of it since coming to Hogwarts. It was just Quidditch and studies, and he was only good at one of those things… or maybe neither if he was being honest.

Shockingly, many of his peers were dating people already. It was odd to hear the word girlfriend and boyfriend passed through the chatter of the common room and Great Hall. Søren didn’t even know if he wanted a girlfriend or boyfriend. But he certainly hadn’t given much thought to the idea. If he could date a Firebolt, he would. There were many couples on the floor tonight, but, thankfully, a few singles were roaming around. Unwilling to jump the gun, he floated around the perimeter of the dancefloor and observed the scene for anyone who caught his eye.

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Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 8 | Wisdom: 6 | ArcPower: 2 | Accuracy: 8

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Welp. Here she was. The ball that everyone had been talking about ever since the announcement was made exactly a month ago. Melissa actually didn't want to be there, but Marshal had asked her right there in the ballroom a few hours ago. Honestly, how could she reject him? She knew that Marshal wouldn't have a date partner for the dance, which would probably make him sad, maybe even disappointed. After she agreed, Mel dug into her trunk and found the red and orange dress her father had sent her after she told him about the ball.

At first, she felt kind of awkward in the dress since it was off-shoulder, but it was the only dress that she had that would match the theme for the ball so she just went with it. She could always just pull the straps up anyways although it wouldn't look as great. Along with the dress, she found a gold mask with a rose, which her dad also sent. Although it took a while to find everything, she ended up with everything her father sent: a dress, a mask, and a matching hairpiece. For her shoes, she just wore a pair of red chucks which she already had and also since she can't walk in heels at all. The ginger had also brought her wand as well since she heard that the last ball was absolutely disastrous. Taking a deep breath and putting her mask on, she walked into the ballroom.

Stats: Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 7
Abilities: Sixth Sense