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Alexis watched in horror as the redhead’s spell narrowly missed the mosp. She froze as if she was petrified as the mosp turned to look at the girl and made a beeline at her, with its stringers extended! She watched as the the girl fell down to the ground, her ear bleeding. Alexis stepped forward, reaching her hand out to help steady the girl as she looked like she was about to fall again. “Can you walk?”

Her brows furrowed as the light at the tip of her wand start to flicker and slowly died down. Great, I’ve really been slacking. Luckily for her and others, the candles above her slowly came back to life again. She looked up, Alright, at least I can see. Her eyes wandered around to meet with the flower decorations and the gigantic mosps.

Her eyes locked on the mosp flying above her head, it looked angry. What did I do to deserve this?

Alexis turned around to look for the quickest and safest route for her and others to flee. It seemed like luck wasn’t on her side today. Everywhere she turned to, there was a mosp attacking someone. She willed her brain to focus on making an escape plan that would allow her to avoid the mosps all together.

Her attention snapped back as she heard the girl telling them to run. Alexis study the girl’s state, she had pained expression on her face and her ear didn’t look good. “There is a broom stash by the entrance, we should be able to grab one and get some help.”

Alexis looked at the girl like she has grew a second head when she suggested they should leave without her. She opened her mouth to object but was cut off by another boy. Thank god, there is a sensible person. “He’s right, you know.” But, unfortunately, none of that was able to stop the girl from challenging the mosp.

Alexis wanted to face palm as the redhead proceed to taunt the mosp after casting another spell at it. That was not brave, that’s just dumb. She bit her tongue to keep herself from offending the girl, she’s already hurt. Instead she turned to the boy, the sane one, as he grabbed the girl arm, sending him a thankful look. Looking back that the girl, “You are not watching anyone’s back, you need to go to the infirmary.” She said with a serious expression, quite intimidating for an eleven year old. Her voice filled with authority, leaving no room for any argument. I’m so done.

She gave everyone around her a once over then, “Let’s go”

Ability : Perfectionist
Movement : Trying to lead everyone the the entrance, away from mosp #10.

Why? Why was this happening again. Maybe it was the ghost of memories of the last ball crashing repeatedly against her skull wanting to burst out and fill her body. Maybe the rush of adrenaline causing her to stutter the incantation towards the start of the word. Either way, only a short sputter of light released itself from the tip of her wand.


"No..No!" Lark snapped shaking her wrist, wand still held tight in her hand. She glared down at it half pleading and half enraged. Why wasn't it listening to her? Her best friend's voice yelling beside her drowned out the screams for a second. The girl still burning in front of her seemed to writhe in pain as Lark stared down at her helplessly. This wasn't … happening.. not again. Once more she stood helpless as those around her suffered. A dense weight pressed down on her, squeezing the air from her lungs as the smell of burnt hair tickled her senses and caused a small swell of bile to rise in the back of the young girl's throat. An inky black color swept over her once silvery locks, the same way a shrouded look clouded her eyes. A voice slithered it's way into the Ravenclaw and constricted her muscles.

You're useless.
Screams still filtered through the air around her.
Nothing. You can't even help this girl.
The flames that were consuming the body just inches from her feet flickered in the Ravenclaw's stare.
Useless.

The heat radiating from the girl lying in front of her nipped at Lark's dress and warmed her shins. The ball she hadn't seen...smelled anyone burning, just the room. Let alone been privy to any of the more chaotic fight with the half-giants. 'Useless' She had been knocked out… Yet, here she was frozen, any surge of adrenaline that had overtaken her drained from her just like the color from her face.

"I..I"Muttering under her breath, throat drying up as some deeper section of her mind tried to scramble to cover up what Lark was seeing. Trying to process and box it up but fumbling to put the lid on the images, feelings, emotions… instead everything spilling over and only dragging her deeper into a stupor.

Actions Losing herself in some strange PTSD thoughts. (Will plan on casting Extinguo at Ana Beckett next post - awaiting some dialogue for char dev.)

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Mentions @Evelynn Decipio

Everything turned into hell by a moments notice, almost as if the darkness had activated an inner anger in everyone. From what he could just about see students were still fighting amongst themselves in a bitter civil war, but something else would soon enter the fray. The buzzing once heard outside the stadium was now right above them, as well as black shapes that almost seemed to be larger then them. Suddenly, the things revealed themselves and dove down onto the ball. It was clear what the things were... mosps. These bee like creatures normally roamed the dark forest, what on earth were they doing all the way out here?

Percy looked on and was surprised as everyone else as to their arrival, but wasn't surprised an event like this was going to happen. He went to reach for his wand that was stored in his suit pocket, but all he found was nothing. His eyes slowly rolled and remembered he must of left it by his bedside "Gods sake..." he muttered under his breath as he continued to keep an eye on the creatures movements. Since he didn't have a wand, it was only right to do things the old fashioned way. Percy quickly turned his attention to the table and grabbed a hold of three knifes, stuffing two of them in his pocket for safe keeping. His throwing skills were going to be put to the test tonight and then some. When he turned around he was met by a big fireball and screams of pure agony, of which came from two students as they rolled around the floor.

The sight of someone burning would makes anyone's skin tingle in despair, even if you're the bravest person around. Percy himself was shocked from the sight of a student burning alive, something that anyone wouldn't be able to get out their mind for a while "Focus Percy... focus..." he said to himself before drawing his eye sight away from the carnage, his breathing picking up slightly.

Percy slowly and carefully started making his way through the ball, his eyes set on a mosp that was perched on one of the many stands scattered around the ball. He could see that people were starting to provide air support on their broom, especially Evelynn who was raining fire on the mosps as she allowed others to escape. At least the only positive tying about her was that she wasn't a coward like some students at this school.

Eventually, he was in throwing distance of the dormant mosp and crouched behind a table. His head slowly peaked up and saw it looking else where in search of a target, now was the time to strike. Percy quickly got to his feet and threw the sharp knife at the mosp, hoping to take it out of action and make it one less thing for everyone to worry about.

Interacting With: @Elsian Cox @Katrina Walker @River Dewlight @Alexis Asterion Mosp #10

Mention: Mosp #6

Logan flinched as the large bug launched itself at the girl, managing to catch her ear with its stinger. When she heard the girl mutter that they needed to run, she agreed. Honestly she wasn't sure why she was still here, but she needed to at least find some way to help.

"You are hurt, no one is getting left behind." Logan simply stated as she stood a little ways behind Elsian, one hand holding her wand, the other ready to grab hold of someone to pull them away if needed. The little Hufflepuff had never been brave but she did know that she could at least pretend if she needed to.

One of the other girls had mentioned something about getting the brooms from the entrance and even though Logan was afraid of flying, she was willing to push her fears behind her if it meant that they would be able to get to safety and get help.

Taking even breaths, Logan started to evaluate all of the possibilities of being able to escape. The mosp by the entrance was a purple one, so it wouldn't be hard for someone to get passed it without causing it to attack anyone. Then again, what would it do if a whole group of students was going to take off for the entrance at the same time.

"Will that mosp let all of us by though? If there are multiple of us trying to get passed at once it may feel threatened and attack us." Logan said as she looked at the other girls and Elsian. Having worked with animals for most of her life, she understood when some of them would become threatened by feeling trapped or out numbered. The young Hufflepuff really didn't want anyone to get hurt, but whenever one of the other girls threw flowers at the mosp, she knew that it was just going to get worse from here.

Logan's free hand gently gripped onto the back of Elsian's shirt, her eyes slightly wide as she looked at the mosp, afraid of what was going to happen now that it had something thrown at it. Having multiple spells thrown at it and flowers thrown at it was bound to make it angrier. At this point assumed that the girl who had started casting the spells had no idea what she was doing.

Action: Voicing her fears/ideas, thinking that Katrina is crazy.

The reply didn't satisfy Vincent at all. First off, he had no intention whatsoever to see if it was passive, let alone hurt the thing in any way. In fact he preferred not to have anything to do with it at all. He loved insects from a photographic point of view, but not here and definitely not at this size. His remark about the flash was merely meant as a precautionary measure, not to try and tick a giant insect off. Why would this one be passive anyway? He looked around at some of the other insects, showcasing their rather aggressive approach, leaving him little doubt as to what their intentions were. Secondly, he wasn't the fleeing type, he wasn't going anywhere if he could help in any way. He would never be able to forgive himself for running away with others in need of help. This, however, decidedly not being the time to start a pointless, time-consuming discussion, he didn't react. It didn't really matter anyway. Instead he slowly, as not to attract unwanted attention from the nearby creature, or any of the creatures for that matter, walked over to a broken table, that had apparently been crushed in the panic that now had spread throughout pretty much the entire pitch. Trying to keep his calm, he grabbed a broken table leg that had a nasty set of sharp spikes where it had broken off of the table top, ditching the bottle he had kept with him by means of a weapon until now. This had a much wider range and thus was much more effective fighting off any possible attacks by the ugly creatures flying all around the premises. He might not be much of a wizard yet, if one at all, that was no reason to not sell his live dearly when push would come to shove.

His first concern was finding Wyatt, so he walked back to where he had last seen him, at the same time carefully scrutinizing the insect he walked away from, ready to take action if it showed any interest in him. It didn't. He looked towards the spot where Wyatt had stood when all this started. If anything he'd try to help Wyatt get out safely, provided he could find him amidst the turmoil. The path to the table was clear from the invading insects, but he didn't see Wyatt. Wondering where the boy might have gone, he noticed something in the sky that was rapidly appearing and on a definite crash course with him. Startled, he stopped in his tracks aiming his gaze towards it. Despite realizing it was way too small to be one of the flying creatures, he wasn't going to take any chances, so he ducked and covered his face with his hand, table leg raised in the other. The object landed precisely at his feet and came to a stop a foot or two further. As it landed he recognized what it was. It was a boutonniere, probably dropped by one of the wizards that were flying above the pitch on their brooms. The soft thud of the landing boutonniere was immediately followed by an ominous buzzing sound and flapping of wings. Vincent looked up and saw one of the creatures come swooping down like a diving bomber.

He didn't even have time to react. Another thud, a muffled, but much louder and heavier one this time, was audible as it landed right next to the tiny bouquet. It looked at Vincent with a mean, piercing gaze in its yellow, protruding eyes. The mere sight of the creature, that was so close he could see his strangely beautiful ugliness in full detail, made him shiver. The beast seemed almost luminous because of the purplish glow of its skin. Its yellow eyes still fixed on Vincent's blue ones, it seemed to consider its next action against him for a few seconds. Apparently though, the appeal of the dropped boutonniere was greater than its urge to attack - or perhaps defend - as its proboscides reached out for the flowers and with it shifted its attention to the small flowery showpiece, instantly and completely ignoring him from there on. At that moment Vincent recalled something someone, he thought it was the girl with the camera, had been loudly exclaiming. The creatures were apparently attracted to flowers, or the scent of them anyway, and the behavior this one displayed seemed to support that statement. It was completely oblivious to its surroundings now that it had its paws and whatever those other protrusions were used for on the dropped flowers. Vincent then realized he too was wearing some flowers, flowers he somehow needed to get rid of or else he'd most likely have a snowball's chance in hell to get out of here unscathed.

As Vincent slowly reached for the boutonniere he had attached to his lapel earlier that evening, the insect either didn't notice or deliberately didn't pay any attention to him. It was as if it had completely forgotten about him even being there. Perhaps it simply had no interest in him, a thought Vincent didn't want to trust on though. He had no doubt it would strike when provoked or probably even simply when it felt to attack, so it was best to remain cautious and assume it might attack at any given moment, without hesitation or provocation. He agonizingly slowly unhooked the safety pin and pulled it with the boutonniere attached to it from his tuxedo jacket. He absentmindedly noted the pin had left two tiny holes in the lapel. His mother, had she been around, would have sighed and shook her head in disapproval of his carelessness with his outfit. Despite the seriousness of the situation a thin smile appeared on his face. He doubted the two holes would have been his mother's main concern had she seen him in the situation he was currently in. He quickly focused back on reality as he now faced the challenge of getting rid of his boutonniere without challenging the insect that was still preoccupied with its earlier conquest.

Vincent racked his brain to find a solution to the challenge, preferably a peaceful one. He wasn't interested in a fight with this insect, or any of them for that matter, as he was likely to lose it. He had to pick his battles carefully, his main goal was to avoid a fight in the first place. He looked at the object in his hand, noticing a faint, rather sweet scent he knew but failed to identify surrounding it. With the reaction of the insect that had landed right in front of him just now in the back of his head, he was convinced that particular scent was the reason they were so drawn to these flowers. Not sure how to use that knowledge to his advantage right now, he stored it in the back of his mind for later use. Perhaps.

That still left him in a rather precarious situation, with a dangerously giant insect only three feet away from him while he carried something in his hand that apparently appealed immensely to it. If ever there would have been a recipe for disaster this would be it. And to make matters even worse, there was no easy way out of this. Yet he was not going to stand there and idly stand by waiting for the insect to make a move, so he decided to take matters into his own hands, putting his trust into something he had heard someone say. Rather dubious, but he couldn’t think of anything else. He slowly, hardly visible, bend down until he could reach the ground with his hand, continuously keeping an eye on the purplish insect, ready to jump up and run at any suspicious movement from it. He carefully put the flowers on the floor, close to his right foot. Then, ever so slowly, he got back upright, lifted the table leg, pulled his right foot back a little and then suddenly kicked the flowers towards the giant insect, making sure it slid only inches past it. He hoped the scent combined with its movement would distract the insect long enough for Vincent to make his getaway and make it to a safe distance from it.

The moment Vincent executed the kick, the insect stopped whatever it had been doing and turned towards him with worrying speed and agility. For a very, very long moment Vincent thought his plan had backfired. Sure enough the creature had reacted to movement, but not the movement he had hoped for. Well before the object he had kicked had even traveled half the distance between him and the insect, the creature had already targeted Vincent. He raised the table leg like a baseball bat, ready to strike at the insect when it attacked. But it didn’t. It did spread its wings and bend its legs, ready to catapult itself towards Vincent, but right then it got sight of the boutonniere Vincent had kicked passed it. Without any effort it turned once more and jumped right onto the small flower bouquet, immediately ignoring the likes of Vincent completely again. Vincent silently sighed in relief, took one last look towards where he had last seen Wyatt and then turned to walk back to the girl with the camera, hoping the insect hadn’t decided to get him after all. He knew heading further back in would be an irresponsible, most likely even dangerous act, so this was without a doubt the wisest thing to do. He addressed the girl once more. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Yes, of course, Wyatt felt bad, but he wasn’t really in the mood for getting stung by a mosp- the things looked like a wasp and a moth had a lot of babies and he didn’t like that one bit. Nor did a lot of the scaredy cats at the dance, because he wasn’t the only one running.

So this is why the real dance was called off. Yes, that made sense. Why did Wyatt have to be a part of the group who overlooked sense? At least now, he was making sense. Now he was running. Wyatt wasn’t very athletic, but boy was he good at running. Wyatt was familiar with running away- from his father, from the bullies at his muggle school and from Hogwarts. Running was good. Especially now. Running made sense.

Wyatt made the big mistake of looking back. He was halfway towards the castle, and the mosps weren’t even close. Wyatt saw the swarm over the party area, though. That was unsettling. He looked around, trying to see if he saw Vincent anywhere- “bloody hell...” Wyatt spotted the blonde, trying to fend off a mosp with the leg of a table. Without thinking, Wyatt ran towards the battlefield. He wasn’t going to sit and watch as a good person got stung by one of those things. If anything he’d try to help Vincent get out safely.

He was relieved that by the time he’d gotten there, the damn creature was on the tiny flowery thing Wyatt remembered Vincent wearing. So they like flowers, Wyatt thought. Noted. He jogged towards the Ravenclaw, who was now talking to a girl with a camera.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Wyatt answered for her. “Well we could leave and get somewhere safe?” He looked around, “Let the professors deal with this stuff?” He looked around again “Get professors..?” He noticed that there were no adults at the ball because someone had the brilliant idea of making a secret ball after the great Solomon Lear called off the real one. Turned out nice before the bloody MOSPS got here at least, Wyatt thought.

Interacting with @Vincent d'Arque
Mentioning @Santario Martin

interacting with @Mildred Wilson
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Lizzie knew she had to do something. She knew that one of the girls she was trying to help had gotten stung. It was her fault in the first place for agitating it. She was the one that had thrown the cup. It had missed obviously due to the Ravenclaw having bad vision. It also didn’t help it was pitch black and there were only a few selected students who had cast Lumos.

She brought her knees up to her chest and placed the cup on the flood next to her and closed her eyes. What was she meant to do? Go out and help the girl she didn’t know? Or try help herself which would be very selfish. She had planned to be all heroic but it was not working. The whole Ball had been a complete disaster.

“I have to do something.” She mumbled to herself. The blonde haired girl pushed her knees out and grabbed the cup once again while scrunching her eyebrows. She was doing something. Lizzie went onto her knees and pushed some hair from her face while crawling out from underneath the table.

Standing up quickly, she squeezed her eyes to try and look for the Mosp. It was nowhere to be seen as of that moment. She sighed and quickly ran over to the table where the girl was laying. Lizzie jumped over chairs and around the wide tables that were laid with flowers.

Quickly kneeling down and placing the cup next to her, Lizzie looked over the student. She had defiantly been stung. It was very unfortunate she had not brought her wand except it still wouldn’t have been much help. What was she meant to do? Stick it in the wound?

“It… it’s going to be okay.” She reassured the girl, “What’s your name?” She shook her head. Obviously that would be a question Lizzie would ask during a situation like that. “My names Lizzie.” She smiled at her hopping it would settle her nerves.

“This may sting a bit.” She said while tearing part of her dress off. She placed on where the wound was and pressed down, “You need to keep it held down so you don’t lose too much blood.” She looked around at stopped the Mosp who had stung the girl.

Lizzie looked back at the student and stood up. She grabbed the cup she had placed down next to the Hufflepuff and chucked it at the mosp. It was another dumb move but when Lizzie got angry she go very angry.

She then shrunk down a bit after realizing what she had done. It may have or may not have it hit but probably agitated it nether the less. Lizzie turned to the girl and her eyes widened. She knelt down again and pressed onto the wound hopping the venom would not be spreading to fast while being cautious about the Mosp near them.

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Action: Throwing another cup at Mosp #7 while trying to reassure Mildred

| Sta 5 | Eva 5 | Str 7 | Wis 7 | Arc P 6 | Acc 5 |
Charmer

@Charlie Woodward, @Evelynn Decipio, @Aaron Jones
Writing this for the sake of linear progression and traking Piérre's departure

He had practiced this move so many times, yet had never gotten to actually perform the maneuver in an actual game; only in practice and in his dreams. Doing this was Piérre's dream come true. With outstretched hands, Piérre locked with Charlie, his small hands clenching the second year's hands as if in a death grip. Indeed, let go too soon, and Piérre could be sent off in the completely wrong direction, spiraling into the unknown, and probably heading in the direction of the mosp swarm. As the spin became more and more violent, Piérre threw his head back, enjoying the tug of centripetal force and the blurry spin of the environment before tucking in and preparing the internal count for when the two of them would release and send the lighter boy towards the castle. A purple blur gave testament to Philipe drawing close, as if bumbling towards his Britalian friend, questioning why the lad was making such a quick getaway.

Charlie gave Piérre a motivational speech, telling him to get help for all these kids, and Piérre could only manage a nod and a wide smile before his hands slipped away from the chaser's and Evelynn, who looked as if she was going to puke at any given moment. With a twinge of pity, Piérre looked back, waving fast and pressing two fingers to his forehead in a sort of salute towards the two close friends. "Aye-aye Mr. Chaser! I promise! Take care of Philipe for meeeeee!" Turning back to his flight, Piérre focused on directing his aim towards the largest target he could find of the castle... The windows...

With a final warcry, Piérre lowered his head and prepared for collision. "Hasta la Pastaaaaaa!!!"

Continued in Sending Out an S.O.S.

Interacting with: @Lark Flaer
Mentioning: @Rafael D'Spacito

Time would only tell if his yells would go heeded by his peers. It was unlikely, but certainly possible. He kept his eyes out for the approach of any hostiles near the burning girl but it seemed like all attackers were doing the wise thing and avoiding the flames. The flames that were not yet out. Both the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and AJ's best friend both had their spells flicker out ineffectively. The Scotsman had expected it a bit more from Rafael due to the latter usually preferring to use his fists to solve problems, though it was quite difficult to punch out a fire. However Lark's miscast was more of a surprise, the Irish lass had always possessed a knack for these kinds of things. He lowered his guard for a moment and took a second to analyse her face, he had seen that look before, she was getting in her own head again.

He quickly holstered his own wand, trying to block out the screams of the flaming student just next to him. The boy had not yet mastered Extinguo, there was nothing he could really do for her right now.

He grabbed hold of Lark's shoulders and turned her firmly to face him, their eyes locking on one another, gaze focused. He gave her a soft squeeze and a shake, trying to bring her back to some semblance of reality. "Laerk! I need ye here. I knoo tha' luk. Yer leetun tha neeght haunt ya ageen! Thus usn't tha neeght. Am here thus teem, an' am no' leavin' you." He told her, trying to comfort her in some capacity, to get her back in the fight. "You knoo meh, am crap at these kina speells!" Some humour, try to get a laugh out of the shellshocked witch.

If all else failed the Scotsman would panic and pull a move that was likely to get him in trouble somewhere down the line. "Sorreh..." He would offer a brief apology before bringing his friend close and pressing his lips to her's in an awkward and hardly romantic first kiss. Not exactly the warm fire one would expect during such an event, but if he could surprise her into trying again, he could deal with the backlash.

Action: Risking cooties in order to save the day, like a hero.