27 Apr 2020, 00:46
Changing Rooms || Secret Blossom Ball
The booming voice inside his mind. The voice that none but the Hufflepuff boy could hear. It did not stop calling out to him. It urged him still to unleash the chaos. To ride the anarchy that would follow. To understand and follow the first and only principle he should follow - survival. Something that the boy seemed to naturally lack. He seemed to have no instinct. No drive. No power. No want. He merely existed, dependent and small. Satisfied to be these things.
If he did not change, he would soon be dead.
Run past
The voice urged.
Run through!
Through him, but he was so big.
Yes, through.
He could not stop him with those large, grasping hands. That clumsy, massive form belonged to none other than Quinn Healy. Part-giant, wall of flesh and bone. Of muscle and power. But not necessarily brain, rather brawn. But would he stop Jake? Could he? Even if he could, would he be willing to hurt him. It was easy to harm an enemy. To act out in rage. There was no rage here.
He won't stop you.
Even if he could.
Even if he could.
The voice continued to urge him, like the beat of a drum only he could hear. Like a song only he knew the words of. It could not control his movements. It could not give him the sense of urgency but it was carried in the tone. The need. The fear.
There is something about ambition, how it not only propels you but also defines you.
27 Apr 2020, 01:03
Changing Rooms || Secret Blossom Ball
Entering from the Quidditch Stands.Wearing:Reducio
When Jack arrived back at the changing rooms, he hurried towards the lockers only to find a familiarly large young man somewhat blocking their path. Was that...Quinn? The Slytherin glanced back nervously over his shoulder to see how close Erin was to him. He hoped she wouldn't try to pick a fight with the prefect. Especially not now when they were on a mission. Maybe they could...squeeze through behind him?
""Erin, would you maybe lead the way from here? I can't navigate the locker rooms like you can. And, even if I could, I still wouldn't know where it is you keep the bludgers."
Time was of the essence. Jack still hadn't seen Opeila or Vladimir whom he had told the others at Opeila's meeting prior that he would keep an eye on. His hope was that, perhaps by releasing the kraken bludgers, the rampant, dangerous, monster balls would scare ball attendees into evacuating the pitch. After all, Jack still remembered the first time he had encountered one of the things while a Gryffindor beater had been practicing with it. If Kyle DeRook hadn't tackled him to the ground at the last second, it could have very well brained Jack.
Jack still had no idea how the ridiculous things had become part of what might have otherwise seemed to be a regular sport (minus the flying broomsticks, of course), but perhaps his actions would give wizardkind a reason to reassess their inclusion in the game. Regardless, if his plan did work, Jack was certain many of his fellow students would be incredibly upset and angry. If Erin or anyone else mentioned that it had been Jack who released the bludgers, the could have even been angry at him.
Unlike Opeila, however, Jack didn't really care too much about the impact that other students' loathing of him might have had on the future of his student career at Hogwarts. In fact, he might have embraced it with as much as he preferred people to loathe or keep away from him. Sure, there was also the fact that there were lives at stake that he might have been saving in the process, but...it wasn't as though Jack was attempting to ruin the party just for their sake. He was far too selfish for that, but...if they just happened to benefit...what was the harm?
"Uh...Quinn?" Jack called with an apologetic smile, trying to catch the prefect's attention before Erin could. "Would you maybe mind moving a bit to the side, please? Just trying to get through, here."
Interacting with: @Erin Ryan & @Quinn Healy
Proximity to: @Jake Morris
PC: Jack Burnett | iNPC: Ginyami Midorimori
27 Apr 2020, 01:46
Changing Rooms || Secret Blossom Ball
She was following Jack to the lockers. For whatever reason he wanted bludgers. If that was what he wanted, that was what he was going to get. She had a basic idea where they were. She was a bit tipsy but far from drunk, just a bit giddy. Her hand rested on the frame of the locker room door but stopped at the threshold.
"Erin, would you maybe lead the way from here? I can't navigate the locker rooms like you can. And, even if I could, I still wouldn't know where it is you keep the bludgers."
He called back to her. Did he just ask her to go into the boy's locker room with him? She gave him a wide-eyed look. "Is this some sort of trap?" She verbalized her thoughts. One wrong look at a shirtless guy and they might have a spat rather than a perfect evening. She recalled his jealousy when she saw Thomas in the Common Room a few months back. An endearing quality that he suddenly seemed to care, but it also brought to surface fear. Fear that she would ruin their night just as it was getting started.
She was also not going to say no.
She stepped in, an infiltrator and she scanned the room. The back corner was likely where they kept them, she never had a use for them outside of a game. Only problem, there was some twitchy kid flanked by a boy in a skirt or a real homely little girl and Jack Warren. Jack Warren, the boy that had an uncanny resemblance at one time to her boyfriend.
"Merlin, it is that freak Jack," Erin announced as she called out Jack Warren. "He was the guy that posed as you at the Masquerade," she explained as she pointed her finger at him. She stared daggers at the freak of a first year. Bygones were most certainly not bygones. She would never get the taste of muggle out of her mouth.
"Got a lot of balls showing up here Jack," Erin's voice lowered as she made her way deeper into the room. The fire whisky was not helping her inhibitions, not that she had many to start with.
Speaking of balls, she needed to get those for her boyfriend.
Only problem, Quinn Healy was in the way. The boy who broke her hand at the very same event she was referring to. Apparently they were friendly. Of course they were.
"Uh...Quinn?"
Jack spoke up before Erin could say anything. Apparently they knew each other. Erin glowered.
"...Careful," she cautioned her boyfriend of the Prefect. She took a step towards him, her massive nemesis. She wanted to start a fight. It was a compulsion. The only problem, her witness. Not that witnesses were a problem generally, just she was trying to hide that part of herself from the boy.
"Would you maybe mind moving a bit to the side, please? Just trying to get through, here."
She took a deep breath, she lacked the sense to back down. Even if she knew she was going to regret it later. She would move in front on Parce (Jack B.) and approach Quinn. She would try to bypass the human barrier. No force. She was going to behave. For now. If he moved or did not prevent her from passing she would worm her way past him.
Attempting to grab the box unless stopped by Jack B. or W., Quinn, Jake, or George.
Just a trick of the lighting they said...
27 Apr 2020, 05:11
Changing Rooms || Secret Blossom Ball
Credit to the lovely Lark Flaer for the graphic.~ * ~
Interacting with: @Margo White
Mentions: @Illowy MagnardWhen Ruby had heard rumours of a student-run Blossom Ball, she had never intended to attend. The professors had cancelled the official ball for a reason. There was a lot of danger in the school right now; it was simply too unsafe for huge gatherings such as balls. All the other ones in recent years had ended in disaster, so why would that change now? It wouldn't, especially not with recent attacks such as the spiders in Slytherin. Students continued to have more reasons to be traumatised, yet they couldn't seem to accept something that was for their own safety. The cancellation was meant to help prevent attacks and danger…
She was in half a mind to alert a professor about it, but she wouldn't. If anyone found out it was her, she would be hit with severe backlash. Besides, perhaps they'd learn a lesson if they didn't get a professor's help and had to deal with whatever went wrong by themselves. She had received a letter from her parents that said… to go? Her insufferable brother must have mentioned the event and the opportunities it presented—probably some nonsense about mingling with purebloods and upholding the honour of the family name. She wanted nothing to do with it.
She would have disobeyed them and stayed in her dormitory all night if it weren't for her close friend insisting that she go. Margo was stubborn and she wouldn't listen to Ruby's repeated statements about the lack of safety. The prefect had tried desperately to convince her, but when it had failed, she had resigned herself to joining her at the ball. Margo was clearly going to go anyway, so Ruby would do what she could to try to protect her. She had had dinner and then got changed, pulling her robes over her outfit before lingering in the common room. Was this really the best idea?
Margo entered the room and apparently she was hearing none of it, dragging Ruby out of the chair. She groaned in protest but didn't put up any resistance, allowing her friend to drag her down to the Quidditch Pitch. She had been here many a time as a member of her house's Quidditch team, but never to dance. Trying not to think about it too much, she followed Margo to the dressing rooms. The other Slytherin greeted one of their housemates, Illowy, and Ruby offered a smile and a polite, friendly nod.
She had her outfit on underneath, so she just took off her robe, waiting while Margo got ready. “You look brilliant,” she said with a fond grin when the girl emerged. Margo was certainly one for uniqueness, seeming to personalise everything she got her hands on. The confidence and happiness with which her friend wore the outfit made Ruby forget about the possible dangers for a moment. Maybe this time would be different… maybe things would be okay and everyone could just have a good time. I doubt it, she thought, but smiled at her friend anyway as they exited together. “Have fun. I'll see you later.” Stay safe.Ruby leaves the changing rooms to go to the main area/Quidditch Pitch~ * ~
Reducio
Permission to godmod granted by Margo White
Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 14 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 17 | ArcPower: 12 | Accuracy: 17
Perfectionist I & II, Fearless, Spell Spread, Nonverbal Magic
iNPC Vyacheslav Aleksandrovich Preobrazhensky
27 Apr 2020, 06:55
Changing Rooms || Secret Blossom Ball
Serena silently slipped into the girls’ changing room, wearing a blue hoodie with the hood up and some jeans. She set down her bag and carefully slipped the hood off to reveal her long blonde curly hair. Heading towards a mirror, the first-year made sure that each of the sliver stars was still in their correct spots. Satisfied, she walked back over to her bag and opened it. She gently pulled out a beautiful purple ballgown.
Even though Serena told her mother she had no interest in attending any more balls, Sarah Bowen still snuck a dress into her trunk. When Serena first found it in there, she was upset that her mother didn’t listen to her and simply shoved it down to the bottom with a huff. But then word of a Secret Blossom Ball started spreading around. Serena then pulled out the gown and saw that a note was attached.
My darling daughter,
I know that you are afraid of what happened the last time you attended a ball, and I understand. But my dear, you can’t let that stop you from living your life. Be brave, and don’t let fear dictate your life.
I look forward to hearing about your escapades (the good kind),
Mum
Serena had clutched the piece of parchment to her chest and vowed to follow her mother’s advice. And so she decided to attend the ball. But this time Serena wasn’t alone because her friend Damion agreed to go with her. Speaking of which, she needed to go and meet him.
So, her reminiscing done, Serena quickly changed into the dress and put on her sparkly silver heels. Looking in the mirror once more, she smoothed down her dress. Serena looked down and noticed that her hands were shaking. She let out a shaky breath. She was going to be fine. There would be no fires and no half-giants (well, at least no non-student ones). ‘Be brave…’ She thought to herself.
Stepping away from the mirror, Serena shoved her hoodie and jeans back into the bag. Taking a deep breath, she exited the changing room and went to go find Damion.
Reducio
Serena's Outfit:
Changed in Changing RoomsEntering Main Area of Ball from the Changing RoomsLeaving This Thread
The world is filled with nice people. If you can't find one, be one.
Stats:
Sta: 6 Eva: 7 Str: 7 Wis: 7 ArcP: 6 Acc: 8
27 Apr 2020, 07:07
Changing Rooms || Secret Blossom Ball
OPEN TO INTERACTIONS (both positive and negative LOL)
Attempting Interaction with: Jack Burnett
Jo dashed into a changing room, definitely not panicky at all. It was like a game of Pac-man, only there were a million ghosts and no yellow dots. How could she ever survive the night this way, bouncing from room to room as she hid from all of the students she had embarrassed or horrified? Geez, even Evelynn probably hated her for whatever the hell had happened back in the common room. She had hoped the undulating mass of students would be wide enough to hide her from everyone (there was no privacy like a crowd, after all), but alas! It seemed that even the school itself was not wide enough to conceal her.
Balancing her plates precariously on her lap, the girl took a seat and began to indulge in some confectionary, completely unaware due to the presence of a female that she was occupying the boys' room. Anyone was welcome to join her if they liked, but later, of course. Now it was just her and food and pretty scenery. Ahh...yes. Now this was what she had come here for. All the social interaction could wait for later. She'd work through the Maslow hierarchy one by one, starting with nourishment. Jo had skipped dinner in anticipation of the event, and the cupcakes were beyond delectable. Although she had neglected to take a goblet from the assortment of chalices, it was perhaps all for the better as the drinks themselves were a complete mystery. Were they fruit punch? Pumpkin juice? Something else? Spiked with a bit of love potion? She wouldn't put it past one of her fellow first-years to do so, considering some of the events that had gone down recently.
Pumpkin juice... that reminded her of a specific event that had gone down recently in the Gryffindor section of the great hall. Rafa's fist, the face of a certain Slytherin, a goblet raised to a certain boy's demise... a boy who was now for some unholy reason in the same room with her, although (Merlin be praised) he hadn't noticed her yet. @Jack Burnett He was wearing a strange and rather foppish green ensemble, although with her current outfit it wasn't very wise to her to judge that book by its cover.
Should she flee this room as well? No, she would not. She would not return to hide herself among the masses, among who were Wren and Victor, to whom who she had no words to address. It was do or die.
"Hello, Jack. And to think I would actually get to enjoy tonight. How's it going down there? Still hurting, I hope?"
Brushing a few crumbs off her dress along with the undeniable fact that she had been drowning her paranoia and sorrows in heaps of food, she primped her hair as she walked up to him, casually brushing her hand across the well-hidden "lucky" bobby pin. She'd need all the luck she could get tonight.
"Dressed to the T, I see, Burnett. Tell me, does your wand work for anything other than conducting an orchestra?"
It was foolish to outright initiate a fight between them with that Hufflepuff prefect nearby, but Jo was willing to take a chance on a few risky words.
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"Out here, the wild ones are taming the fear within me.
Scared to call them my friends and be broken again; Is this hope just a mystical dream?"
27 Apr 2020, 08:12
Changing Rooms || Secret Blossom Ball
Earlier that day, Slade had slumped down on the dorm couch. It was a weird and interesting year for him, starting at a new school, in a far off strange land, in the middle of no where. It was amazing and yet also strangely recluse. Growing up in the muggle world, he remembered having no problem making friends, and talking with people. Yet it was almost the opposite, he still had no problem approaching or talking, yet he found that he still hasn’t made a connection with anyone that he could call a friend. It made him feel weird, and he didn't really like that feeling, as that wasn't who he was, or how he was raised. Sitting there contemplating as to what to do, some of the kids were whispering and giggling about dressing up and quidditch pitch, and when. That's all he could make out, he sat there thinking, "This is probably the best time to introduce people to who I am." He got up and started looking through his clothing situation, eyes and hands darting through, looking for something decent to wear, he liked to dress up decently, his mom use to dress him growing up, and kept up with style; he was glad he brought a bunch of his normal/and dress attire and put together something semi-formal.
Slade found himself getting changed in the locker room, amongst a bunch of others getting changed as well. There was a bunch of excited murmuring going on, talking about who came with who, if they were going to dance with so and so. It was all over the place, he was excited, but kept it to himself, his heart was pounding faster than normal, but he wanted to implement himself, and make some friends finally. The year has been tough, school work was different, the sports wasn't what he was used to, but He still enjoyed playing it, quidditch was a lot of fun. He thought about trying out next year, see how it went, some team comradery was probably the best way to make some friends.
He pulled out his purple dress shirt, black vest, skinny purple and black tie, black jeans, brown belt, purple and black socks, and a pair of fresh white kicks to go along with it. Normally He would only dress up for family events such as birthdays, family get togethers, and weddings, but never for a school event or anything from the sort. He thought it was strange, he didn't really care about something like this, he had fun at events, he liked to dance and mingle, he does a pretty mean lock and pop, and figured this was the best way to go about it, especially after how he heard about all this.
As he finished buttoning up his vest and, straightening it out, He was nervous. It was weird, he shouldn't be so nervous, his palms were a little sweaty and he could feel his heart speeding up. Looking in a mirror he thought to himself [color=chocolate"Well, this is it, lets go!"[/color] and he walked out of the locker room following behind some of the kids.
Slade found himself getting changed in the locker room, amongst a bunch of others getting changed as well. There was a bunch of excited murmuring going on, talking about who came with who, if they were going to dance with so and so. It was all over the place, he was excited, but kept it to himself, his heart was pounding faster than normal, but he wanted to implement himself, and make some friends finally. The year has been tough, school work was different, the sports wasn't what he was used to, but He still enjoyed playing it, quidditch was a lot of fun. He thought about trying out next year, see how it went, some team comradery was probably the best way to make some friends.
He pulled out his purple dress shirt, black vest, skinny purple and black tie, black jeans, brown belt, purple and black socks, and a pair of fresh white kicks to go along with it. Normally He would only dress up for family events such as birthdays, family get togethers, and weddings, but never for a school event or anything from the sort. He thought it was strange, he didn't really care about something like this, he had fun at events, he liked to dance and mingle, he does a pretty mean lock and pop, and figured this was the best way to go about it, especially after how he heard about all this.
As he finished buttoning up his vest and, straightening it out, He was nervous. It was weird, he shouldn't be so nervous, his palms were a little sweaty and he could feel his heart speeding up. Looking in a mirror he thought to himself [color=chocolate"Well, this is it, lets go!"[/color] and he walked out of the locker room following behind some of the kids.
Open to interactions
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"Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
27 Apr 2020, 10:24
Changing Rooms || Secret Blossom Ball
Reducio
WHAT? Aurelia had almost let a shriek escape her lips. Who knew that the beautiful part-veela she was dolling up was none other than Rafael D'Spacito's date. "I do know who Rafael is, yes. He is a member of my club. S.W.A.G. Spells, wands and games club, I am sure you heard about it." Aurelia said, nodding her head lighlty. Of course, Aurelia had heard of Rafael, the had not the best relationship and the Gryffindor was a member of her very own club. However, the tension she had with the boy was of her least concern. Sure, she would love to see the reaction on the boy's face when he realised that Aurelia had won over his date had his date not been Lydia of all people, it was the intimacy Rafael had with the very annoying yet beautiful Anastasia Beckett that bothered her. During the last S.W.A.G game, Rafael had not hesitated for even a second to take the hit of Astrea's knockback jinx, despite the fact that there was a blindfold hindering his vision. They were more than just friends, Aurelia was sure of it. Poor Lydia. It was all of a sudden that Aurelia felt a nagging desire to protect the child. Blame it on the veelacharm, however, deep down, the monster hunter herself knew that the feeling was genuine. Lydia was too innocent and pure and Rafael, being the hormonal teen he was, was going to break her heart.
"Unfortunately, D'Spacito and I are not on good terms. We had a conflict in the common room. Yet he still attends the club sessions likely because I saved him once from a blood-crazed dhampir during one fo the games." Perfectly shaped brows furrowed as she spoke. However, Aurelia never really had an instance where she dealt with another's feelings. How would she explaining it all without the risk of upsetting the gorgeous angel? Or worse, it would likely break her own heart if tears were involved. Lydia needed to know the truth."Lydia..." she began " I might be wrong, but I think he... is with someone else. Anastasia Beckett, she is a second year. I have seen them in the common room, after one of our games."
"I am sorry, Lydia, I simply do not want to see an angel-like you get hurt both figuratively and literally speaking. You must know that Rafael has an inclination to violence and I am not referring to those quidditch games," She explained, each word earnest. Her hand rubbed the girl's back to comfort her. Having experienced the boy's violence first hand, Aurelia knew exactly what he was capable of.
Aurelia's eyes met the veela's hues. The least Aurelia could do was give the Hufflepuff something to look forward to now that her mood had been tossed downhill no thanks to the monster hunter. With the wave of her wand and incantation, an array of brightly coloured flowers sprouted from her wand. She began placing the vibrant blooms with a ginger grip of her fingers into the girl's ocean-blue hair. "What do you think?" Proud of her own artistry, Aurelia beamed, lifting the gloom that hung in the air from the discussion.
"Look on the bright side. You have me. Your hair is gorgeous, and your dress must have came with a hefty pricetag. It would be a shame not to enjoy yourself tonight. Besides, I never got asked out. Surprising, eh? I am just here to have fun." Not really, Aurelia had attended the ball solely to keep an eye on the peculiars. Yet she would technically be doing her job even if she was by Lydia's side. She was a non-human after all. "Then again, D'Spacito had agreed to go to the ball with you. You two must be good friends, I assume?"
@Lydia Cooper
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter — Terrible Presence
27 Apr 2020, 11:37
Changing Rooms || Secret Blossom Ball
Mentions: @Erin Ryan @Jack Burnett @Quinn Healy
Arrived in robes and dressed in the changing room earlier.
Oliver had been at the event pretty early, mostly sticking to food tables. He allowed for some self spoiling during events, so he decided to clear out one of the tables. When he was sitting exhausted on a chair soon after, digesting his dinner worthy of three days, he noticed Erin Ryan and some boy coming down from the stands. He thought he recognized him, Paracelsus... possibly.
He stood up as he watched them head to the changing rooms, surrounded by partying students. Oddly, they seemed already pretty dressed up, curiosity filled Oliver. Erin even had her bag, what could she have forgotten? Maybe they were looking for someone. The boy decided he'd just have to go and find out! The young Ravenclaw begun to walk after them, his main motive being to ensure Erin's safety. It was only fair, she did protect him too... sometimes.
Oliver tip toed needlessly around the main section of the Secret Blossom Ball and followed the pair from the dark. Watching them go in, he followed suit. First an exchange at the entrance before they entered the boy's changing room. Wait a darn second! Erin just entered the b-b-boys room! Oliver froze before thanking his lucky stars. Only half an hour ago he was nearly butt naked standing in the center of that room. He would have been mortified if Erin had walked in then... maybe.
Following in, Oliver stopped outside the boys changing room entrance and put his back to the wall before peering around to look into the room. This was not good, Erin seemed to be confronting Quinn Healy, he didn't think the outcome was going to change from their last exchange. He looked around again to see Erin reaching past Quinn for something. He couldn't make out what it was, it was too blocked, but at least it wasn't a confrontation. He sighed in relief, maybe it was just a coincidence Quinn was looming before her.
Nonetheless, Oliver placed a hand on his wand. If he knew one thing about Erin, she could turn a tea party into a bar brawl in an instant. Oliver was also supposed to be security for the evening, being part of the Martial Arts club. Although he wasn't really too worried on that duty as his record of using magic during balls was not good whatsoever, this was his best friend here. He'd have her back if she needed it... always.
Outfit:
Reducio
27 Apr 2020, 12:06
Changing Rooms || Secret Blossom Ball
-Interacting with @Aurelia Notrésvace-
As Aurelia said she did know Rafael, the red headed girl felt kind of relieved, even if she didn't know why; she nodded at her works when the older girl asked her if she knew about her club, before looking back at her through the mirror.
She frowned slightly when Aurelia clarified that she was not in good terms with the Gryffindor boy, wondering why that might be; her curiosity grew even more once the older girl added that she had saved Rafael's life once. What happened, and why did he need to be saved?
Lydia noticed Aurelia frown, and almost told her that she didn't need to talk about it if she didn't feel comfortable or anything, but her words died on the tip of her tongue as the older girl started speaking again. Her green eyes slightly widened at Anastasia's name, bringing back the wave of jealousy she had felt during the Unofficial Quidditch game; it only got worse the more Aurelia revealed to her: what did she mean she saw them in the common room, saw them doing what?
The doubts that Rafael might have had a girlfriend came back rushing on her, her eyes swelling up with tears as she tried her best to fight them; it made no sense in her mind, why would the Gryffindor boy ask her out, if he was with Anastasia?
Lydia slightly shook her head, refusing to believe that; Rafael wasn't the type of person to play with someone's feeling like that, she was sure of it, Aurelia must have misinterpreted the situation. But if Aurelia's previous words had felt like a punch in the stomach for the Hufflepuff girl, her next ones felt more like a cold shower; her eyes looked up to the girl through the mirror, her face the essence of confusion. Rafael had an inclination to violence? The red headed girl tried to think about all of her previous encounters with the boy, but never, not even once she had ever had the feeling that he might have been a violent person.
As Aurelia's wand produced beautiful flowers in her hair, Lydia kept silent as her brain worked a mile a minute, thinking about why the older girl had said all of that about Rafael. She tried to analyse what she knew: Aurelia knew who Rafael was and admitted not be on in good terms with him, and at the same time she said things that made no sense to Lydia, since they portrayed the Gryffindor boy as a completely different person from the one she knew. There was only one logic conclusion for Lydia, and that was that, for some kind of reason, Aurelia didn't want her to be friends, or get close, to Rafael and she must have decided to make up those lies just to mess with her. But at the same time, Lydia did not want to believe that either; she alway looked for the best in people, always keen to give them second chances, so it was really straining for her to consider that possibility.
"The hair looks lovely..." Lydia managed to answer, her brows still furrowed. "Yeah, Rafael and I are friends," she added, her eyes looking down at her hands. She felt so confused, not knowing what to believe; a voice in the back of her mind kept telling her that she knew Rafael, they had spent some time together, shared emotions, while Aurelia... She didn't know her that much; yes, she was a really pleasant person, and it was nice to talk with her and all of that, but she also just insinuated that a person that Lydia cared about wasn't being genuine with her.
Lydia bit her bottom lip as she registered her feet moving, making her turn towards the older girl. She felt the need to protect Rafael's honour, to make sure that the other girl knew that she was wrong. "I think you're wrong about Raf," Lydia told her, her eyes sparkling with a mix of determination and frustration. "He is a good person, and he would have never asked me out if he had a girlfriend," she added as she shook her head.
Lydia then looked up at Aurelia, and tried her best not to sound rude with her next words. "Thank you for helping me with the hair, I don't think I would have managed to fix them up by myself, but I really need to go now," She needed to find Rafael, to make sure that she was right, and the only way to do that was to get away from Aurelia and find her date, even if that meant that she would have needed to ask him about his relationship with Anastasia.
With one last look towards Aurelia, and some guilt building up in her stomach for the way she had just talked to her, Lydia quickly walked to the door of the Changing Rooms and went outside.
She needed to find Rafael soon, and she needed answers.
-Leaves the Changing Room thread to go to the Main Area-
"Everything beautiful is ruined eventually."
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