Blossom Ball Dancefloor Event Closed

Slytherin house had a flourish to them, a kind of swagger that came with being the winner of the most recent house cup. Elena Jones had the swagger too, it was just a little more comfortable than the others.

Blossomfest, a time when blossoms where meant to be around and everyone was meant to party the damn castle down. Last ball had Elena dress up properly, this one had her in rather nice suit, because walking in pants was a lot easier than tripping over long dresses or the uncomfortable feeling of short dresses. So now the girl was just hanging around the party, looking at the food. She didn’t like the idea of those weird cupcake things. Elena wasn’t hungry anyway.

Better to lurk at the edges of the party, have a nice time watching and lurking and hoping someone she knew or at least that was nice to came to talk to her. What was that song about it being saturday night? Well, that’s how she’d hopefully feel in a bit, just for now nothing interesting had happened. No people to roll with, nothing she trusted to eat, and the headmaster was here wearing armor. Alan’s scared and worrying warnings spun through her head, leaving the girl with a touch of fear at the idea of remaining here.

Open to Interactions
Interacting With: Rosalie (her Pygmy Puff)

It had been Alexx's decision last year to miss out on the Blossom Ball; she was simply not ready to delve into the mystery of friendship at the time. A shame, because she found out that the people here were rather interesting! She enjoyed the company of others. As a matter of fact, she thrived when she was with others. It was as if she could naturally strike up a conversation with anyone these days. Perhaps getting Prefect was a much-needed confidence boost. But, for tonight, she wasn't on duty for once. Of course, if something were to go wrong, she wouldn't hesitate to step in and help. But for the first time in a while, poor Alexx wasn't living with eyes in the back of her head. She could be calm. She could be thirteen.

The school year would end soon, and she'd wave goodbye to all of her friends on the platform, and then off she would go onto another adventure. But there was still memories to make. She had not attended the Blossom Ball last year, so damn it, she was going to do it this year! There was no one stopping her. She was going to look good and enjoy herself and talk to people, as one rightfully should! So, Alexx reached into the depths of her luggage and pulled out a step up from her robes: a dress and heels. Earrings dangled from her ears, space buns topping it all off. She truly did look good, and that was her own opinion. Alexx wasn't a fan of the long gowns. She wasn't here to impress anyone; the only opinion that mattered was her own, and she liked her dresses knee length.

Truth be told, Alexx had no one she was meeting here. She found that these days she didn't care who it was that she went with, because she had friends on all corners of the school. It was a wonderful truth, because this meant that Alexx felt nearly at home anywhere. It was nice to feel included in a group of people, because for a long time she thought that she would never fit in anywhere. Though, she worried that someone might not see past her title. For if she weren't wearing the badge tonight, then would she amount to much of anything in the eyes of those around her? Would it become true that Alexx was only who she was because of the title she bore at the end of her name? Due to her signature changing? If this were to be the case, how would she filter past those who only liked her because she was a Prefect?

As she made her way over towards the tables, eyeballing the edible arrangements that had been sorted out among them. It was hard to see past the individuals that crowded the place. There was a gaggle of people that had already shown up. Secretly, Alexx hoped that someone she knew would approach her and make her appear less awkward, because she figured that she looked as such right now. It probably was awkward. Well, she wasn't really alone. She had Rosalie rolling around on her shoulder, which was awfully cute. "I suppose you aren't used to seeing this many people around, are you Rosalie?" She asked her companion, smiling at her. She turned her attention back to the crowd, and decided to section herself off near a more empty area so that she wasn't intruding on other kids and their fun. That would be rude, of course.

Standing seemed preferable, because simply sitting would make her awkwardness worse. Now she secretly was wishing she would have asked someone, anyone, if they were going, just for the simple idea of not being alone, or not being unsure about whether or not any of her friends were here. Her eyes scanned desperately, trying to make out faces from the crowd. Eventually, she settled on the idea that she would see someone eventually, or that someone would see her. It was only a matter of time. She just had to be patient. Besides, one can never be too sure about who might come out of the woodwork at any given moment. Patience was the key to success. Or it was something like that. Mikey used to say it after taking a long drag from his cigarette and smiling at her. But that was France, and this was Hogwarts.

Interacting with Alexx Helm!

At last, the Blossomball had arrived! Little Ms. McGill had heard about this festivity from various sources before, and she had heard all about the crazy elaborate dresses all the Purebloods brought. Apparently it was a tradition for their kind to go all out, with the sparkles and the pizzazz. It's as if their bloodline didn't have enough.

Finley attempted to bring her best age-appropriate clothing for the ball, so she decided on a cute little shoulder-less dress. It sinched around her shoulders and she tied a tight knot in the back, just in case. As she entered, she had very low expectations, but they were quickly heightened once she noticed the decor and the small amount of people there. Sounded perfect: an intimate party with slow dancing, punch, and cupcakes. Who would've guessed? Hopefully it didn't grow much larger and it didn't become a huge wreck, because her mind would make her the one who had to clean.

Finley meandered over towards the elegant table, eyeing Headmaster Lear and quickly scooting away. She bent down a little in order to avoid the view of the man, but sneakily grabbed a yellow-frosted cupcake as she descended. She pulled a seat over to another table, but heard the yapping of some foreign creature. Her ear perked up and she turned around, spotting the girl from the Quidditch Pitch! Finally, someone she knew! What was that she had? It looked like the things that were all over the common room the other day! "Hi there!" She jumped up and approached her friend. "Long time no see...huh?" She took another bite of her cupcake and smiled. "And who you got there?" She lightened her voice as she talked to the pet.

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FinFin's Outfit!

There was a stinging feeling in the air this Blossomfest. The air smelled different, the temperature felt different, and even some clothes felt different. It felt painful and strange to have feet sink into this ground again, with its well-groomed grass and opulent fairy lights. This entire ball made stomachs swim. Returning to this place felt odd...

Yes, that was correct. All those feelings and all those insecurities belonged to none other than Anatole Evans, creative, anxious and occasionally witty student. And by fate or will power, he had entered the annual Blossom festival Ball.

He had heard so many things had changed since his last "scene", and the curiosity bit him in the stomach just enough to come back, and maybe play along with this naive few. Hopefully no one remembered him. That would be terrible.

And oh God. If Rosie showed up, the world would end for him.

The last thing he was looking for was attention as he sulked to the back, attempting to avoid anyone he vaguely knew from the year prior. He wore the same outfit from last year, with the maroon vest and the collared shirt. Not a single child's face popped out to him as recognizable or worth his time, yet at the glint of golden armor, Anatole shuddered. Lear. Headmaster Lear. Those two words together were a frightening combination. In response to his eyes, he slowly lowered himself behind a table, shutting his eyes and facepalming. Sure, this was a wonderful, magical school, but he completely forgot about Lear's existence. Oh Lord.

However, as he dropped, his back hit the edge of the table, whisking the table's white cloth onto the red-vested boy. He gulped, praying none of these early arrivals took note of him. All he needed was a good time for once. No drama, just fun.

As he breathed in, he realized his hands were shaking a bit. He swore he heard the click of footsteps approaching, but they weren't as heavy as he expected. He shut his eyes and wished he had his wand on him and had enough skill to whisk himself away from this impending discovery, but he had to take a breath. He would be alright.

That is, if the air would stop feeling so heavy and he would quit putting all this pressure on himself. Once he was light, he could have a good time. All he needed was just a little satisfying joy, no Headmaster required.

Anatole decided to man up and he forced a grin on himself, planted his hands on the ground and pushed himself up. For mere moments, he looked like a ghost, but without the eyeholes. He moved his hands around until he found the table, and he held onto it, slowing his breathing. It would be okay. Of course no one would notice a floating tablecloth on the perimeter of the region. Anatole was fine. This place was fine.

This prince would finally conquer the ball if it's the last thing he did...even if he had to do it while wearing a tablecloth.

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The Outfit. Same as last year.

Interacting with Elena Jangleton and Miko Limof, Not Open To Interactions

People were beginning to stream into the party, Alexx, that insanely stupid kid from the abandoned toilets, and some other girl that seemed to be friends with the slytherin prefect. Elena hoped the toilet kid wasn't planning on coming and talking to her.

Jangles had arrived at the party and come rushing over, it made Elena feel light and fluffy in her heart. Elena smiled at her friend, "Hiya Jangles! I'm just hanging out round the edge, waiting for someone I know. Lo and behold it worked, I'm so glad you're here!"

The slytherin rethought the food and grabbed a cupcake at random, when she bit into it, it was Vanilla Ice Cream, excellent. It was most certainly worth the second thought, food was good she had decided, and food was what made sure you didn't starve to death, which was also good.

There was someone floating around in a tablecloth, which made Elena raise an eyebrow, very strange but who knows what the hell happened to them. Maybe someone spiked the punch. Miko ran into the ball as well wearing a very nice looking suit, Elena waved at him excitedly and tried to call him over, "Miko! Nice to see you again!"