Event The Fall Ball (Masquerade)

@Piper Clark @Heather Blaire Moretti

"Oh, Heather? Kara started to answer the girls inquiry "Heather is my friend from Ravenclaw, and like I had mentioned before, she looks quite a bit like you. And about the safety...let's just say, magic has it's ups and downs."

Kara looked at the girl. Why didn't she notice before?!? She was clearly uncomfortable!

Sighing and then turning to the blonde woman with a sympathetic look, and then she started to talk.

"I notice my words have somewhat troubled you, ma'am. I truly meant no harm. I just don't want to be the cause of someone getting hurt for my stupid mistakes again. I was once ignorant of danger, and I do not want others to be like myself of the past. Once again, do not take my words to offence." She pointed to the large scar on the side of her lip.

Kara then took a sip of her drink, and returned her gaze to the woman.

"Due to my past mistakes, I feel as though I am responsible for those around me, so if any trouble comes our way, you can count on me to help you out!"

She had let off some steam with that speech, so she decided to soften the conversation.

"Well never mind that. We should at least have some fun instead of just waiting for something bad to happen. Do you want to dance together? If you don't know how, I can show you. But only if you accept.

Sarah felt her cheeks heat up slightly at the compliment. She knew she wasn’t bad when it came to dancing but people didn’t often tell her as much. “Thank you,” She smiled, making mental note to tell Paisley about all the mischief she’d managed to get up too in ‘ballrooms like this’ over the years. She had plenty of stories to tell about that. She realised she was immeasurably thankful for that first day in the library that the girls had first met. Thankful both for the chance encounter, but also thankful of Paisley for not simply walking away when Sarah’s questionable social skills had come into play.

“I’m happy you didn’t just walk away when you realised my social skills left something to be desired and that sarcasm is my go to,” She admitted. It was something that had lost her many potential friendships in the past though sarcasm seemed to be her favoured defence when she was in uncharted territory. She was trying her best to stop that being the case. She was pulled from her thoughts at Paisley’s laugh.

She had another story about her family’s house elves, one which involved playing tricks on her father, when she was suddenly twirled. Her eyes widened in amusement as the pair almost fell crashing to the ground - now that would be a story worth telling - but managed to catch themselves last minute. It was clear the Gryffindor wasn’t a seasoned dancer, but Sarah found her enthusiasm more than enough to make up for it. “What are you-“ Sarah cut herself off as she watched Paisley kicking off her shoes, one of them closely missing a boy who was stood leaning against the wall. Sarah hesitated for only one moment, before she also kicked off her heels. She was used to dancing in shoes like those but the prospect of dancing around the ballroom with Paisley barefoot was enough to convince her to rid them. She took slightly more caution not to hit anyone though the boy still seemed confused as to where the shoes had come from. A fit of giggles overtook the Slytherin as she watched his startled expression before being whisked back onto the dance floor.

“I think you’re actually a natural,” Sarah admitted as the girls continued to spin around the floor, managing to avoid anymore almost falls. “I’ve always loved dancing barefoot. My mother and I used to dance around in the gardens for hours when I was younger,” She smiled at the memory, almost able to feel the damp grass beneath her toes.

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Earl hadn’t noticed the handsome boy up till then, the entirety of his attention focused on the couples on the dance floor. He was starting to get antsy, bouncing his foot up and down, impatient to get back to twirling with beautiful people. Once he’d started moving, it felt unnatural to sit down, foggy memories of dance lessons coming back. Funny, three hours before he’d been convinced the only dances he’d done had been tik tok related.

And yet, just underneath the surface of conscious thought laid bits and pieces he couldn’t quite put together yet. Hands on his shoulders, guiding his movements, bare feet on freshly cut grass, the smell of gas invading his nose. His gray eyes had glazed over as he sank deeper in thought, smile dripping off his face like raindrops down a window. There was…. there was something there. Something he needed to remember. This would be about the right time to tell you, dear reader, what Earl looked like when he wasn’t smiling. His shoulders had curved inward, fingers turning white from being so tightly wrapped around his cup of OJ. Fancy gray suit he was wearing suddenly seemed terribly depressing, matching his pale eyes and porcelain skin, giving him a sickly appearance. The slender limbs and thin fingers, the accentuated cheekbones and too thin frame suddenly stood out against the golden light. He was still beautiful, but it had become apparent there was something…wrong. No other way to describe it really. Behind his smile and heartwarming kindness, something was lurking, whether he realized it or not.

But then a warm, pleasant voice broke him out of the trance he’d been in, and the brilliant smile fluttered back on his face, lighting his eyes and the air around him as he straightened up. “Hi!” he beamed at the newcomer, tucking a strand of pink hair behind a freckled ear. All the sense of wrong vanished all at once, melting like fog in sunlight. “Oh my GOSH you’re right!” Earl exclaimed, getting up and stretching like a cat, a small yawn escaping between his parted lips. “Look at me,” he breathed, “I spend a few minutes twirling and get sleepy. I must be terribly out of shape.”

“You’re an amazing dancer,” the boy said, making Earl blush a light pink, a little giggle leaving him. “Oh gosh thank you. Tik tok taught me well. I’m SO excited for the slow dance!!! Do you think they’re gonna play any muggle music? Gosh I sure hope so, wizarding music is BEAUTIFUL but I honestly don’t know any! Weird for a pureblood, right?” Yeah. The pink fluff talked a mile a minute, so fast it would make some folks wander about a future career in the rapping industry, if his…youtube channel didn’t work out. Shaking away the thoughts like a puppy shaking off water, Earl beamed up at the boy, admiring his clothing and gorgeous looking hair. Speaking of hair… “Oh yas! It’s natural, see?”

Closing one eye in a moment of deep concentration you weren’t going to see very often, streaks of cyan suddenly showed up in his curls. For a moment, his form had fuzzed over, as if he was a particularly glitch videogame character. And then his hair was back to shades of pink and orange, red and gold. Autumn theme all the way! “My dad HATES it,” Earl laughed, taking a sip out of his glass of OJ before swinging his feet over the side of the bench and getting up with a phantom-like grace. Truly, if it weren’t for his hair, the young boy would have looked like a black and white photograph come to life. As he was talking, a pygmy puff had poked its head from his breast pocket. It wasn’t his pet by any means. Due to a…sort of infestation in the hufflepuff dorms, a lot of pygmys had made his clothing their home. It was currently hanging out over there, purple fur staticking in all directions and making it seem like a very cuddly flower.

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Stats

Stamina: 5| Evasion: 0 | Strength: 0 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 10 | Accuracy: 10

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The Ballroom was already filled with excitement as Felicia made her way to the Autumn Ball. The room had quickly filled with jovial teenagers. The sight of so many people dancing on the ballroom floor was a bit overwhelming. Felicia immediately strutted across the floor to secure some Pumpkin juice from the refreshment tables. Hopefully, occupying herself with some mundane task would make her appear much less anxious than she was. She could hardly believe that she actually made it out to the silly dance. When she first heard about the Ball, she wasn’t impressed. In fact, she was quite annoyed at all of the “Save the Date” cards littering every nook and cranny of the castle. She even wrote home to her Aunty Grace about how annoyed she was about the whole ordeal. Her aunt was sympathetic however a few days ago she sent Felicia a neatly packaged dress and masquerade mask. The tag read “Just in case!” and was signed by Grace with a playful winky face. The young first year had no idea how much her gift would come in handy. She stood by the tables and sipped her drink while daydreaming about all the events that led up to this point.

Initially, Felicia saw the Autumn Ball as frivolous fun that was a needless distraction from her goals of becoming one of the greatest witches of her age. She adamantly declared to herself that she wouldn’t diminish her reputation by attending. However, the hype surrounding the large event was seemingly impossible to ignore. And she absolutely tried her utmost to escape the constant chattering and rumors going around about tonight. For weeks, students from Hogwarts, as well as the other three visiting school, had endless conversations about their plans for tonight. Whether it was talk about ideas for costumes and dresses, elaborate schemes to ask friends to the dance, everything about this event made Felicia deeply uncomfortable.

So, earlier today, she claimed a corner of the Hufflepuff Common Room and laid out all of her class notes and textbooks to review. Though she tried to immerse herself in homework, her eyes kept wandering towards the books on the origins of Balls and Ballroom Dances that she pulled from the library. And she couldn’t help but be enamored by the beautiful gowns and handsome suits her peers wore as they walked by her, en route to the night’s festivities. After a moment of unproductive studying, Felicia finally caved in. She packed up her books and swiftly changed into the dress her Aunt sent earlier in the week.

The dress was one of her favorites. Its material wasn’t glamorous like the glittery sequined gowns some of the other girls modeled, but it was quite comfortable. There wasn’t much time to style her hair, so she opted to just go out in her usual homely curls. To complete her outfit, she slipped on some commentary yellow wedge heels and grabbed her masquerade mask. She wouldn’t be the belle of the ball, but she loved the hodgepodge of floral prints she wore.

By the time she finished recounting her preparation process, she had finished her drink. She scanned the room to find a place to fade into the background. Most people were occupied on the dance floor so, her attention drifted less crowded parts of the room. She noticed a girl standing near the wall. Another loner like herself. Felicia put down her cup and glided across the room towards the girl who appeared to be around the same age.

“Hi there! I’m Felicia!”

She smiled and gave a small, friendly wave. “This may be my first formal dance, but this seems pretty extravagant right?” She lightly chuckled and motioned to a few couples dancing in luxurious clothing.

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Well, this was certainly not how Starlee imagined this night starting out. Somehow her and Tina had gotten into a bit of a fight about their outfits. I mean... Starlee had planned to wear something that could fit in at both balls, granted she didn't have a mask, or a date for that matter, but still. There was just no way she could show her face at the costume party after that altercation with Tina. She had tried to do her makeup alone in the Slytherin bathrooms, but alas, she didn't have the knowledge of one with an older sister such as Tina, so it didn't look quite as elegant as she had hoped. Perhaps the eyeliner looked a bit lopsided... but trying to put on makeup while crying was extremely difficult. She hoped her red eyes weren't noticeable either, but there wasn't anything she could do about that. She was determined to have a good time, no matter what happened earlier.

She was also worried she would run into Elizabeth, who was sure to be at the masquerade. This was certainly more her scene than it was Tina's. Well... no matter. She would continue her regular antics of trying to avoid Elizabeth the best she could.

Starlee walked over to the table and proceeded to fill herself a glass of punch. She turned to observe others in the ballroom, trying to see if she knew anyone who wasn't livid at her. She saw the girl who won the potato sack race at the field day, although she didn't feel like the girl liked her much after her attempted attack during the game. However, Starlee couldn't help but notice that she did look stunning in her dress. She continued surveying until she caught a glimpse of Cash's purple hair. She wanted to run over and give the other a hug; Cash had the ability to make any event a fun one. But they looked preoccupied with other people, so Starlee just decided to sit down by herself at one of the tables around the edge of the ballroom with her drink. Well for now she would just enjoy people watching, perhaps once the dancing got going she would just let the music take her away.

Action: Taking a drink of punch & sitting at a table, observing the party-goers.


Stamina: 4 - Evasion: 5 - Strength: 6 - Wisdom: 8 - Arcane: 6 - Accuracy: 5
Abilities: Healing Sage

Interacting with @Rose Moon

As he walked down the hall that was illuminated by candlelight on his way to the masquerade, Eyre had an air of confidence that he hadn't been feeling in a long time. Tonight was his first proper school ball, a milestone in the eyes of most young wizards. He'd been dragged to pureblood balls in the past because of his family, but they were always pretty miserable for him.

It was different for him this time around, though. Instead of being in a ballroom with a bunch of people that he didn't give a damn about, tonight he was going to be surrounded by friends with his pretty girlfriend on his arm. Not only that, but he actually thought he looked pretty handsome in his black tux with a spray of red beading draped down his chest and arm. After nearly two months of being miserable, today was his day that he was going to let loose.

It was crowded in the ballroom, the sound of murmuring from the other students being accentuated by the sound of ghostly strings. He didn't pry Rose on what she was wearing before the ball as he wanted it to be a surprise when he did see her. And, when he finally found her, he thanked his lucky stars that he'd made that decision because she was absolutely stunning.

Eyre made eye contact with her and grinned, moving past everyone so he could get to her. As soon as he did, he took her hands in his as he dragged his eyes up her body, taking in her whole outfit.

"Wow..." Eyre breathed, laughing a bit. "You.... You look absolutely breathtaking, Rosie." He blushed up to his ears at his choice of a compliment, looking at her with adoring eyes. He leaned in ever-so-slightly as if he were about to kiss her, before snapping out of it before he could, his face turning as red as her dress.

"Do you want to dance?"

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Roleplaying as: Paisley Brown
Interacting with: @Sarah Lightwood
Mentioning: @Henry Knight
Action: Worrying

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"I’ve always loved dancing barefoot. My mother and I used to dance around in the gardens for hours when I was younger," said Sarah, starting to dance as skillfully as ever. Paisley nodded, feeling her mask slip down the bridge of her nose. Pushing it back up, she realized she had been doing a lot of the talking. She immediately put for a solution to fix it.

"What's life like at home for you, outside of school?" Paisley asked, tilting her head to the side in curiosity. The orchestra music that had been so loud before slowly faded into simple background noise, and all her attention turned to Sarah. She managed to narrowly miss stepping on her dance partner's foot, but she quickly recovered, and continued to glide across the dance floor smoothly.

When more and more students started to arrive, Paisley felt the room become significantly warmer. She thought of a teapot, filled to the brim with boiling water. It wasn't that there were too many people, but it was loud, and she was quiet most of the time, so it was odd to her ears. She had never been to a party this big before, because she had never had a reason too. The only comparison to this was the family reunions, but no one there danced or played orchestra music.

She glanced around, seeming to be pulled out of a deep trance. She caught sight of someone she knew...someone she had seen before...and it all came rushing back to her. She was a monster, and so were they. Not normal, hide under your bed and eat you at night monsters, werewolves. Animals that howled to the moon, tearing apart the flesh of innocent humans unless they drank a potion to stop it.

Her face was reserved after that, and her dancing was hesitant, as if holding back. How come no matter what I do, or how wonderful I feel, it always has to be spoiled? Why can't I just let myself be happy...

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October came back so quickly. Last year's Masquerade Ball felt like it was yesterday. The heat of the fire, the sounds of the half-giants... It baffled her that the Heads of Houses were alright for another celebration to take place at the same time, same place. The ballroom, restored back to its beauty was redecorated in horror for tonight's event.

The heels of her boots echoed as she made her way down the hall and towards the already-started celebration. Maya did not necessarily enter the ballroom right away. Instead, she stayed by the entrance and looked around, seeing what the environment was like. So far, it was relaxing. Everyone was dancing and mingling with each other. In addition, she could tell that there were no professors that entered the room just yet. She would have been the first one and the thought of that made her stay in her place a little longer.

Maya was not wearing her signature outfit: her red cloak. She left it behind. The point of the masquerade was to hide oneself from others. If she wore it, everyone would know who she was in an instant. Instead, she wore a black bodysuit. Her face was clear with just a simple black mask and her hair was tied back. She wanted to blend in the best she could.

Maya finally walked in, but stayed by the door. She kept her eyes open and her mind alert, supervising the students around her. Whatever was to happen... If anything was about to happen, Maya was at the ready.

[font=Monotype Corsiva]Roleplaying as iNPC Enzo Delcroix
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Interacting with: @Lana Monet & Charles Alluring [@Henry Knight]
Mentioning: Cassie Heather [@Lucia Fox] & @Jane Victoria
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[font=Monotype Corsiva]"I'm sure you know me well enough by now to know that neither of those options are particularly my cup of tea, but as per usual I am bored so at least the second choice would force me to focus on something"
He replied in a jeering tone.
Wait... Did he just inadvertently suggest that they dance? He supposed that he had, but he just meant as a joke and it was a completely empty "offer"... Right?
His facial expression then shifted to one that was genuinely confused by his own statement and what it meant but it was not visible due to the fact that that half of his face covered by his mask.

He honestly didn't know how to go about this arrangement. His parents had not done something like this to him before so therefore he had no clue how to act. He didn't have much time to ponder though as he heard someone address and pull him out of his puzzling thoughts.

"I know, excellent with both" Enzo called out to Charles before his judgmental eyes landed on him and his date's hands intertwined. He stifled a laugh while he rose an eyebrow but it was concealed once again by the dark mask he had fastened over his face. His gaze wasn't on them for too long though as he quickly averted his attention back towards Lana but this time he glanced over at her friend. Enzo eyed her friend for a couple of seconds but purposely chose not to introduce himself or say anything to them for that matter.