Hogwarts Hosts and Wondrous Tea OPEN Locked

Interacting with @Shen Lee

Though the humiliation from earlier did everything but slow in its course of destruction, no choice remained but to succumb to his meaningless words as if they were glue. Persephone was ensnared in this poorly-constructed plan of hers, the endgame in sight was the only way of moving forward, regardless how long the path may be. With this enlightening thought, the blonde offered him a gentle smile as he tucked a black rose behind her ear, contrasting her pale skin.

Goddess. Doesn’t know how right he is.

“You can call me Persephone, if you like, perhaps Barret. That is, in actuality, my name. The rose is lovely, I must thank you for that.” Her voice was worthy of royalty, delicate but accented in her regular unique manner. The sickening facade could only contribute to such strange allure. “Tea sounds perfect, though I’m not greatly fond of the beverage myself, today could be different.”

With reluctance that was likely obvious to Shen’s analyzing gaze, the Slytherin allowed her hand to fall into his, a suspicious twist forming in her stomach. His natural appeal was intriguing, valuable in a situation that called for such a dangerous weapon, fatal if in the wrong hands. Of course, the wrong hands could belong to either of the two, for both were thoroughly unfamiliar with the other, creating a sense of unease for such a trusting grasp of hands.

Persy filled the gap with a question: “So, this is your club?”

Role: Core Hostess
Abilities: Fearless
Status: Open to Interactions

If she was being perfectly honest, Saskia had no idea what she was doing in this room.

According to the club leader, Shen as she learned some time ago, this club was supposed to "create an atmosphere of happiness, joy, and dreams where their customers would be able to enjoy themselves". It sounded decent enough. She did question the customer part a bit, but she assumed that it was simply because they were providing a service to make people happy. Maybe the funds from the club would have been for a good cause or something. Either way, she wanted to see what it was about.

And here she was. Rose petals somehow made their way in the room, floating around the air as if they were in some typical romance anime. The setup was elegant, but it wasn't in the kind of way she'd seen in the ball room months prior. Soft music playing in the background, or the gentle aroma of fresh roses from the petals that made it different. She could argue that this was something Professor Bercegeay would have planned. It wasn't a surprise to know that she was there to sponsor the club.

She was supposed to dress up as a role. She was actually rather grateful she had a role that already suited her wardrobe choices. Merlin forbid she had to wear a puffy dress in front of other people. That was the only comfort she had in this romance-infested place. She could already see some of the other hosts and hostesses entertaining the other clients, which only fueled her own embarrassment in being involved in this kind of event.

But she would have to grin and bear it like she always did when things went wrong. She had a part to play.

Outfit

Quinn had heard very odd rumors like odder than the usual. He was correct in thinking that because currently he stood outside the door to the 4th floor rehearsal room. Irene, his silver Egyptian Mau, sat perched on his right shoulder. Being far too curious and frankly just bored, he carefully gripped the door handle and opened the door. Ducking when he entered the room. What greeted him was not at all what he expected, hell he didn't know what to expect but this wasn't it.

The heavenly floral scent that greeted his nose, the tables, the atmosphere even was all pleasant. Not too gaudy but just right. What surprised him the most were the students standing in varying poses smiling and looking in his direction. Suddenly becoming a bit self concious. The large Half-Giant who easily dwarfed everyone in the room rubbed the back of their neck a little nervous. However very quickly their eyes locked onto a very familiar face and suddenly Quinn started to blush brightly. "N-Nico?" Why was she here, and more importantly why was she dressed so...beautifully. He thought the dress which wasn't anything unusual for her to wear suited Nico very well. Gosh she looked so pretty...he should stop dwelling so hard on these thoughts probably...yeah probably.

Interacting with @Nico Shymane & @Quinn Healy

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Word has gotten around that quite the peculiar club has surfaced among the predominantly mundane clubs Hogwarts had to offer. A host club, in fact. It seemed rather uncanny that the school would have this manner of organization, however, it did not seem too shabby of an idea. Perhaps Seul could give it a taste, or maybe more if she felt this club was up to her standards of excellence. After all, they did offer tea.

Here she stood before the palatial rehearsal room delineated with exquisite tapestries and a lustrous glass chandelier. The place almost seemed picturesque with perfectly positioned velvet chairs and aromatic rose petals floating throughout. It had a refined ambience that Seul was all too familiar with. The club leader must be from an elite family given the extravagant embellishments. The girl wore her jet-black hair in a loose updo, complimented with a casual periwinkle ruffle spaghetti strap dress. She admit it was moderately awkward and embarrassing dressing like this in a school; she would only dress like this to one of those pure-blood parties, although judging the current atmosphere of the rehearsal room, they were essentially one and the same.

Seul was greeted by the gentle and welcoming gazes of the hosts and hostesses as she sauntered into the room along with the other students eager to see what this club was about. She supposed the next course of action would be to introduce herself to a host, preferably a hostess given her previous experiences with the male population at Hogwarts. One particular hostess caught her eye, a red haired girl with alluring blue eyes. She seemed taken given that a fairly large boy with auburn hair was standing next to her. Despite that fact, for some unknown reason (Lovely Creature), Seul couldn’t take her eyes off the girl. She felt naturally drawn to her as she ambled towards the red-head. In a refined manner, she introduced herself oblivious of the fact that the boy was also trying to talk with the girl. “I assume you are a hostess? My name is Seulrene An, from the An family. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

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Interacting with @Quinn Healy and @Seulrene An | Open for Interactions
Core Hostess
Dhampir
Abilities: Lovely Creature

As she sat there in a proper posture, her eyes looked as several clients entered the room. Mostly girls entered as far as the dhampir could see. She was abit nervous if someone would approach her. She didn't really have any experience with girls. This could be her first time but... she really rather not. Trying not to make eye contact with anyone, the redhead slightly turned away, gently dusting off her skirt and pulling up her sock some more. No one would really come for her, right? Why would they?

"N-Nico?"

Her eyes widened. She knew that voice all too well. Could it be? Why would he be here of all places? W-Would he think it's weird? Slowely, feeling caught doing a crime, the dhampir turned back, towards Quinn. Oh gosh. He was really here. Embarassed she eyed down at her attire. There was nothing wrong or weird about what she wore. It was just a shirt and a skirt. Not much different from what she usually wore. But the reason why made her all nervous. 'Q-Quinn...' Hesitantly, she locked eyes with him. Her face bright red. However, it looked more pink since she put on a layer of foundation. 'I-I didn't think you'd show up. I-I must look ridiculous...' Flustered, she couldn't move. Her legs didn't carry her. 'C-Can I be of service to you? I- I MEAN..' Crap. She was mixing up her lines she practiced. He was her boyfriend. How could she just blatantly say that. 'I-I sorry. Wh-What brings you here though?' Her hands gently clinged onto the edge of her skirt, shyly looking up at Quinn. Di-Did he grow taller again?

Right before she could wait for his answer, a girl had approached her. PANIC. INTERNAL PANIC. Nico was red as a beet and she needed to keep her composure. Swallowing, the dhampir looked over at the new girl. 'H-Hello. Yes. I'm Nico Shymane. The pleasure is all mine.' One of her hands moved up to her pigtail and nervously twisted some strands of hair around her fingers. She really didn't want to screw this up.

Role- Peripheral Host
Type- Whatever you need me to be, my friend!
Interactions- Arriving, but none... so far.
Ability- Keen Eye (So pretty much useless XD)
Outit-

Reducio

Rolled a d4 to Determine House Color for the Day:
1- Ravenclaw
2- Hufflepuff
3- Gryffindor
4- Slytherin

Number Rolled: 2
Hufflepuff

Yanking on the yellow suit which was shaded to look as if it had water droplets like dragon scales upon it, Piérre began to mutter nonsense under his breath, a giveaway sign that he was anxious or at least stressed in some capacity.

"Ohhhhhhhh, you are in a fine bowl of alfredo sauce now, you little piece of garlic bread... It tastes so good, and yet you burn your tongue on it when you bite in, and it's so good to tasting so good, but then it hurts so bad, and then you need water, but then the only thing there is just more alfredo... and then..."

By the time he had finished ranting, Piérre was out off the Gryffindor portrait hole and standing in front of the rehearsal room, which was where his new club was supposed to be hosting their first event. Yes, Piérre was aware that he was not the top host by any means, and in fact when he had first signed up, he had done it simply for the free tea and cookies. But, a little social interaction could be good for the guy as well.

"... And then it's time for the cannoli! Man, I would wrestle for a proper Italian dessert right about now... Now, what do we have here?"

With a deep breath, straightening his tie, Piérre gently pushed the door open, met immediately by the sounds of chatter and tittering people. The clink of china and the sounds of silver spoons only caused Piérre's ears to pique even more. A stupid smile crossing his face, Piérre jauntily entered the room, taking a look around. Already, there were people chatting and interacting, hosts and hostesses drinking with one another. With a curt nod to each of them, Piérre picked at the collar of his suit in a surprisingly upright way, chin lifted, eyes softened, and his smile changing from that of giddiness to that of something near ravishing. He could not hold it in for long, though, and by the time he had crossed the room, the appealing look had faded into a small laugh, and he swayed back and forth at the back wall near some empty tables.

He knew it was unlikely that he was to be chosen, and the group looked fine as it was, but just in case, the Britalian decided it would be for the best to hang around until the party had fully run its course.

Awaiting a need for Hosting

Interacting with: @Evelynn Decipio And @Serena Bowen
Abilities: Calming Presence and Lovely creature

Dale wasn't sure what to do with himself, he was starting to get bored of just waiting around and hoping someone would come pick him, two of the hosts had already found someone and he suspected that not everyone would be lucky as them. His mind started to wander off, he looked to the floating rose petals... he started to get lost in his thoughts once again, only snapping out of it once his eyes saw a new person, a very confused person... he watched her as she tucked away her sheets of music, obviously she had no idea what had happened to the rehearsal room. Dale decided this was his chance, if no one would come to him, we just had to go to them. But before he had the chance to do so, Another host had already gotten to her. Evelynn and from the way she talked and acted, she seemed to be way better at this then Dale... but, the only way to improve was practice. He collected himself and remembered the pointers Shen had given him. Dale quietly approached the girl from the back, he hesitated for a second... unsure if he should really be doing this, he quickly pushed those thoughts out of his head, he had to do it... for the club.

Dale gently took her book bag off her shoulder, "Please allow me to carry this for you." Dale gently took her hand and spun her around to face him, looking directly into her blue eyes, "I would love to hear you play, maybe over a nice a cup of tea and some pastries." Dale let go of her hand, "Unless you would rather go with Evelynn." Dale said with a sad look on his face, his eyes full of tears,he looked and up away from her and looked at Evelynn. He hoped she didn't take this personally, he thought if it might be a bit more interesting if the two of them fought for this girl's attention... after all, having two people fight for your attention is something most people dream of.

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓽

Interacting with @Persephone Barret

She was finally his, and his alone. Of course he had seen her hesitate in everything she did now. She was nervous, and who could blame her, Shen knew he was charming, and he was going to let her push back. It was much more fun this way. Her eyes flashed a shred of reluctance as she involuntarily blushed and smiled, and even when she had placed her hand in his. It was time to trul turn on the charm. and to make sure she wouldn't run to any other host.

Kneeling back down on one knee, he tenderly kissed the back of her hand. "My goddess of the spring, Persephone, your name suits you better than the name of any flower, than love fits this emotion, and better than any compliment I could try to muster. You truly are the bringer of spring, for with your entrance, this paradise had truly entered its springtime of love. My heart has filled with the warm breeze that comes from your kind words, my eyes are filled with the splendor of spring with your absolutely stunning looks, and my future looks brighter with the hope that you bring to my humble self. Yet you still exude the elegance and the strength of a queen of the underworld, a truly outstanding member of our Slytherin house, and a epitome of true grace and authority. Your eyes are like the deep green of forests and the coming of life which match indescribably with the beauty that comes from the power and devastating attractiveness of the underworld. I am truly unworthy of your attention, I thank you for your time, my beloved goddess."

Now standing up, he carefully grasped her hand and politely led her towards a tea table looking the grounds of the castle. The light from the window didn't glare but perfectly flowed as to highlight their eyes and features, bringing out every emotion they would feel, and making the young lady look even more flattering. "My love, Persephone, I would not say that this is my club, though I did start the preparations of it. This is a paradise created by all of the members here. However, it would not have been whole till it was graced by your presence." The tea magically appeared on the table, a dark tea set made of fine china, colored like the lavender of her shirt and a glint of gold around the rim. A light aroma of fruits and blossoms suffused the air as he carefully poured a stream from the tea pot, the liquid arching and glinting like a joyful stream in the sunlight as it leaped into the young lady's tea cup. The steam quickly disappeared, and then a spread of pastries, sandwiches, and other delicacies magically appeared on top of the table. "Please help yourself, my goddess."

Lingering near the doorway
Abilities active | Lovely Creature
Open to interactions! | @Astrea Soleil Neptune

The news on the club was all over Hogwarts and certainly did not pass the monster hunter's intentive ears. Initially, when the Gryffindor heard of it, she had viewed the club as only a squander for time. After all, why join another club when she was the founder of her own? However, when the peculiar club became the talk of the school and seemed to have garnered the interests of many students, causing the fourteen-year old's curiosity to grow. It was only a matter of time before Aurelia began scouting down information on the club.

From what Aurelia had found out, Hogwarts Hosts and Wonderous Tea was the club's name. With an interesting concept. Although the promise of decent tea was good enough, the idea of being served by students was intriguing. But Aurelia would not go alone. A day before the event, Aurelia had sent an invitation to a friend. There were much they had in common and Aurelia herself knew that there was nothing an aristocratic pureblood fancied more than an event of such, a tea party.

Early that afternoon, Aurelia had picked an outfit, a pretty blue dress which had been hidden deep in her trunk. The piece of apparel was less formal than what she usually wore on a daily basis, she would admit, but it would do for the occasion. Besides, she only intended to check out what the club entailed. After slipping on the dress, Aurelia made her way to the rehearsal room where the event was said to be taking place.

Her shoes clicked noisily against the cobbled floor as she advanced towards the room. The Gryffindor pushed the door open. The the ambience of the room immediately greeted her. it was grand, the silver and soft colours lighting up the room emitting a romantic vibe to the whole vicinity. Whoever organised the event did an astonishing job. It was far better than the bright, eye-gouging pink which made up the valentines tea party a few months ago. Aurelia at the entrance, near the door way, she had to wait on Astrea. Perhaps she could find a seat first? The monster hunter was a little unsure of what exactly to do and so her blue-grey eyes glanced around searching. Was she to take a seat or would someone one show her to her placing? She did, however, notice a few familiar faces, some from her own club.

After the initial shock wore off he couldn't help but stare at her simple yet beautiful outfit. He thought the cool colors accented her beautifully scarlet red hair that he loved to-Quinn really needed to just stop thinking sometimes. Like dammit Quinn get your act together! If she could read your thoughts well...he'd certainly make her blush that's for sure.

"Mrow!!"

As if reading his kind or more specifically his very obvious facial expressions and freckled face that was growing redder than a tomato. Irene pawed at his cheek staring at him judgongly almost like she was jealous. Rubbing the back of his neck he managed to stop gawking, still drawn in by her. "N-No you look...look as lovely as ever" He laughed nervously scratching his neck while Irene stared bemused managing to keep her feline composure. Internally groaning the giant dafty mentally smacked himself.

Before he could say anything else someone new approached seemingly ignoring him and started talking with Nico. Introducing herself to Nico. Looking down at the tiny first year surprised he looked back to Nico raising a brow. "O-Oh um am I disturbing you. And um I didn't realize you were a uh...hostess.." He began blushing again to Irene's dismay but also her amusement.