Secret Blossom Ball Event Finished

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Enters thread from Changing Room

Nothing since her initial arrival at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had quite inspired such a reaction of awe as when Evelynn emerged onto the Quidditch Pitch from the changing room. To say that she was impressed would be a gross understatement. She hadn't known what to expect. All notions of underground, back-alley plannings of illicit parties had risen images of dark smoke-filled rooms or hazy bars. Granted, the only thing she really had to compare against were those few scenes in adult shows that she had spied before being shooed from the room by her mother. From what she had understood, this was a student organized event. Nothing with any real support or sanctioning. Something along the same realm as the Talent Show. Perhaps she was expecting décor along what she had seen there: streamers, and faux carpeting, perhaps chairs and tables organized haphazardly around a general clearing that would be used for a dance floor.

This, though... This was beyond anything she had expected. Realistically, had she not known already that this was the Pitch, she might not even have realized it was anything other than a lovingly tended garden scape of a well-to-do manor. An enchanted oasis. And as Evelynn met up with her escort on the other side of the changing rooms, she couldn't help but be struck by an amusing thought: it was like the Garden of Eden. Perfect. Ethereal. A realm all unto itself. Was she Eve, then? And would that then make Flash the serpent to lead her to the sinful fruit of knowledge? She smirked slightly at the idea. She almost felt guilty at how quickly she knew she would indulge.

Almost.

"I picked well," she chimed, the tone of her voice still flecked by the amusement of her train of thoughts, as her eyes roamed shamelessly over his form. It wasn't like it sparked any sort of desire (she was only twelve, after all, and with no silly notions of love or flirtation). But even at this age, she could appreciate the aesthetic of a good looking individual.

Granted, it wasn't as though Holmwood was the only serpent to slither into this particular garden. Resting a hand upon the arm offered to her, she allowed herself to be guided into the midst of the gathering, which permitted her gaze to wander elsewhere. Almost immediately, her attention was drawn to an individual (Victor Moore) dressed almost entirely in white. A stark contrast to the gradually dimming sky and soft hues of the environment, his attire practically screamed notice me.

"He sure isn't trying to blend in," Evelynn commented dryly to Flash from the corner of her mouth, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips.

Naturally, knowing only a name and not a face, she hadn't the faintest idea he happened to be one of the individuals upon whom she'd attempted to set several of her own peers for questioning. Her smirk faded slightly as she noticed who it was attending him. None other than Wren Caster. The slightest purse of her lips and lidded gaze were all the commentary she would provide on that particular individual. The mere sight of the girl brought with it a flare of impatient indignation and the sting of a cheek. Despite the apology she had received at the end of their last real encounter, Evelynn hadn't forgotten the foolish outcry that had preceded it. Nor was she likely to soon forgive it.

Unfortunately, her focus upon them lead her to miss Flash's own similar reaction, and by the time she peeled her gaze away to cast him a sidelong glance, he was peering elsewhere. "See anyone of interest?" She wondered, noting his gaze wandering the distant stands.

She, too, turned her attention in their direction, but as she did, a familiar gut-wrenching sensation fell over her, one to curl the toes and set the hairs at the back of one's neck on end. It was a feeling she had grown somewhat accustomed to, and one that she had finally identified. Stormy hues set in search of a certain raven-haired Slytherin (Astrea Neptune). Evelynn still hadn't quite figured out what it was about the girl that set her so on edge, but she half-suspected her of being a dhampir.

"Miss Evelynn, the dressing rooms."

Her search interrupted by the summons, Evelynn abandoned the pursuit, instead panning her gaze in the direction Holmwood had requested. It was interesting, really. There had been no question in her mind, no hesitation of what it was she was supposed to do. Evidently, theirs was to be a dance of a different sort. Rather than across the ballroom, they would step to a conspicuous orchestra only they and a select few others could hear. He guided her with the precision of a practiced lead; and she followed his cues.

Spying Opeila Seilun as the girl bee-lined for the reformed locker rooms, Evelynn was all prepared to head in after her when the call to stop made her swivel a bemused look upon her escort. "Oh?" She mused, cocking a brow. "Why the sudden change of—"

But she would never quite finish her question. Her own name cut through their immediate vicinity, pulling her attention away from Flash and onto a rather unexpected called. It was Tyranni Whitethorn, co-captain of the Slytherin Team despite not holding a playing position herself.

"Whitethorn," Evelynn reacted with pleasant surprise, defaulting to her usual use of surnames for all but the closest of her circle. Which meant everyone except for Flash, really; and only because he had insisted on the use of his given name. "I...thank you," she replied, genuinely taken aback by the girl's comment. "And you look ready for a battle," she commented with a rueful grin. "Positively fierce."

As her Slytherin counter-part expressed her desire to steal away her escort, however, Evelynn conceded with the shrug of a brow and lilt of her chin. "By all means."

Extricating her hand from Flash's arm, she prepared to retreat several paces to leave the two their privacy, already dropping her hands once again to absently smooth down the front of her dress before folding politely against her lap. A sentinel, that's how she felt at Flash's side. By all appearances, she had dressed for the formality of the occasion, had been provided by the sponsors of HHAWT with a gown and foxfur stole far beyond her means. This was a front, however. She had come prepared, wearing comfortable boots that housed her wand within a protective sheath worked into one of her boot's interior lining. She would have stood, then, a solitary watcher while she waited, free to roam her eyes once more upon the scene before her. Only, she would never quite get so far. After not so much as even a step away, Holmwood spoke up to advocate for her inclusion in the conversation, something that left her unexpectedly touched. It made sense, really, for her to be kept just as informed as he, as well as to let the others involved be aware of her alliance. Even still, it left her with an unfamiliar warm and fuzzy feeling.

"Wait, that's Moore?"

The rhetoric came muttered from under her breath with the realisation, and she had to resist the very strong urge to snap her sights back on the white-clad boy she had seen with Caster. Two of three identities were now known to her, then. The last would be Davenport. The help her tongue for the rest of the report, slow piecing additional bits of information together. Only, what remained in the wake of Whitethorn's departure were only a thousand new questions.

"Did you see Davenport?" Evelynn inquired, casting Holmwood a curious look from the corner of her eye while taking care to keep her voice low and conspiratorial. "And remind me; who is Thomas, again? Did you mention him earlier?"

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Logan let out a huff of air was she walked out of the changing room and into the Quidditch pitch. She could already see a lot of people talking to one another and instinctively she wrapped her arms around herself for a bit of comfort.

The young Hufflepuff couldn't really see anyone that she knew. She recognized a few as some of her housemates, but she had never talked to them before in her life and wasn't about to start now. The girl was honestly rethinking everything and was ready to head back to change and go to her dorm. She could have at least read a good book in the common room while everyone else was out.

Walking towards one side of tables, Logan began to search for an empty one and luckily found one. Every time she came to an event like this she told herself she was going to make friends, and so far she never did. It was always nervous stuttering before she would leave out of embarrassment.

"Why do I do this to myself?" she muttered as she sat down at the table, observing the people that sat around talking to others or even just watching. Logan gently tugged at her hands nervously, normally had her family balls she was perfectly able to socialize with others, although those were times she just needed to impress her father, now she wasn't trying to impress anyone and had no idea what to do.

The young Hufflepuff looked up at the candles floating above her and smiled softly as she took a deep breath in, trying to calm herself. Maybe she would be able to convince herself to talk to other people tonight. She highly doubted it but she could at least try and tell herself that it was going to happen.

Logan decided she was, for the time being, just going to sit there and maybe someone would come and talk to her. Until then she was going to sit and admire the other girls' dresses. She could tell that some of the girls had gone all out, wearing full ball gowns with their makeup and hair done, while others wore simple spring dresses and sneakers.

Open for interactions for the time being

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Interacting with: @Grace Mint

Grace was really excited to see Savannah, she could tell because she screamed Annah’s name and flung herself onto her, Savannah took a step back as Grace hugged her, she felt like she was suffocating, but Grace seemed to notice that as she let go. “Sorry I’m later Grace, I thought I wouldn’t be, Annah said, “Annah! Wanna go dance?” Grace asked, Savannah shook her head, and so Grace went on her own. Grace later came back with two drinks that Annah never seen in her life, Savannah stared at Grace “It’s a chocolate drink from America, it’s really good” Grace explained to her, Annah smiled so that’s what it was. Annah never been to America, she’s never been in North America ever in her life, which most people would be shocked, but she thought it was fine, Savannah drank her chocolate drink, and honestly, it was pretty good, not the best thing she’s ever tasted but one of them. As Savannah took more sips she got lost in thought, not noticing anything happening around her at all, she was thinking about what her family was doing back home, what crazy stuff her sister was planning, she didn’t notice anything that was happening, which wasn’t a good thing, was it?

Interacting with @Willow Anderson, @Flash Holmwood and @Evelynn Decipio
Mentioning @Tyranni Whitethorn
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Ruka was quite sure that Willow could pick up on his discomfort, no matter how hard he tried to hide it behind little smalls and forced laughs here and there. He really wanted to enjoy the evening, wanted to get to know Willow better; She seemed like such a nice girl who had gone through so much worth talking about, but they had simply started off the evening on the wrong foot and with Ruka's mind fixing on one things at a time quite obsessively, there was only one thing he could concentrate on as they sat by the table and Willow was talking.

Flash.

His eyes kept drifting off to find the Slytherin around the dance floor, his brows furrowing in concentration as he followed his every move. He didn't seem all that attached to who Ruka assumed to be his date - The Quidditch Co-Captain of the Gryffindor Team, Evelynn - but rather busy scanning the surroundings like he was waiting for something specific to happen, someone to do something that would prompt him into action.
He wasn't supposed to care about that, wasn't supposed to waste a second thought on what exactly Flash was up to. The Slytherin liked to observe people to best know which mask to wear around them, right? A social event like this was surely the perfect opportunity to practice any and all acts in his repertoire.

There didn't have to be anything suspicious about that, right?

His attention refocused on Willow again as she talked about how sneaking in and out by himself might draw the attention of whoever he was avoiding, and for a second Ruka thought that she knew exactly what was going on, that Flash had probably told her about what had happened at her Birthday Party the second they had gotten a moment to themselves, but a split second later he shook that thought.
No, Willow didn't seem like she really knew what was going on; She must have simply picked up on the anxious expression on his face, the tension in his shoulders, and the fact that he had just left not too long ago. It was almost flattering how sensitive she was towards his feelings, and he offered her a grateful, genuine smile.

"I appreciate that," he said honestly before she continued talking about something he assumed was supposed to be light small talk but really just turned out to make him feel more awkward and confused with every word she spoke. The name Jack made his interest perk for a second, but confusion took over when she rectified that she was talking about her Jack, which made absolutely no sense. Wasn't Jack one of her bullies?
No, apparently he was a Hufflepuff she had... climbed like a beanstalk?
Except, he wasn't her Jack and they weren't dating, which was an odd thing to specify considering Ruka had in no way given any hint that that was something he had assumed in the first place.

Deciding not to comment on the mess of words that had just left Willow's mouth like a waterfall, Ruka decided simply to smile and nod a little awkwardly, giving the girl a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Alright," he said, an insecure chuckle leaving his lips. Was this what small talk was supposed to be like? Just strings of nonsensical sentences to break the silence?

Ruka was unsure about social etiquette, but he felt like he would have preferred silence over this.

His eyes travelled across the dance floor again to find Flash one more time, the last time, he told himself. The Slytherin was still there, still looking proper as ever, still seeming like he had a purpose, a mission to concentrate on that extended far beyond taking care of his date. In fact it seemed like he had abandoned Evelynn completely for the moment to instead talk to a girl Ruka thought he vaguely recognised from somewhere. He thought to have seen her at Opeila's birthday, as well as in the Great Hall when Willow had taught some students how to make friendship bracelets.

If Ruka wasn't severely mistaken, she was a Slytherin as well.

His eyes narrowed suspiciously for a moment as he tried to figure out why it seemed that, while everyone else was seemingly just here to have a good time, all these snake kids seemed to be gearing up for a battle.

Before he could think about it any more, however, Willow had taken the initiative to start yet another conversation, this time about a topic she was probably sure would appeal to him and was therefore a fool proof way to make him feel included and encouraged to share. It may have even worked, under normal circumstances; he was tempted to give the sweet Hufflepuff and her cupcake sandwich some information about his life, but the sight of all those Slytherins roaming the ball like a bunch of dragons ready to set fire to either friend or foe wouldn't leave his mind.

"Uhh," he started awkwardly, directing a small smile in Willow's direction. "My dad taught me. I've been doing it for as long as I can remember." With a little kick of his left foot he managed to move the sticks a little further under the table, as if to hide them for emergencies. Just like Willow had said, there was a big chance for things to be going wrong soon enough, and at least this way he knew he'd be able to grab some make shift torches from under this specific table.

He was going to say something else, anything to keep the conversation going, but as his eyes found Flash again despite his better judgment, he realised something curious.

Flash was looking back at him.

Ruka couldn't be sure if it was because of him specifically, or if the Slytherin was possibly just checking in on how Willow was doing, but the sudden eye contact made him freeze for a second, breath catching in his throat as he felt his ears heat up with shame and resentment.

"Actually, Willow," he said apologetically, lifting a hand to rub his eyes as if to clean his retinas of the sight of Flash looking his way. "Would you excuse me for a while? Maybe go mingle a bit? I promise I'll come find you again, there's just... something I want to do." With a pursed smile he stood up, not waiting for her to give a real answer before he made his way through the crowd, determined steps leading him directly in Flash's direction.

Stupid, he thought to himself as he came closer and closer to the Slytherin. So stupid to be walking right into the spider web that had brought him nothing but misery the last time he'd found himself in it, but he couldn't help it. His curiosity, his need to know pulled him towards Flash like metal to a magnet. His breath sped up as he came close enough to be obvious in his approach, but he wasn't going to back out of this impulse decision now that he was this close.

His eyes drifted to Evelynn resuming her place next to Flash like it was second nature for her to be there, like the second part to Flash's puzzle piece for the evening. It was so picture perfect that it had no chance of actually seeming real in Ruka's point of view, but what did he really know about people aside from the fact that he didn't like the vast majority of them?

"Evelynn," he said amicably as he approached the pair with a little smile on his face. He had not really had much interaction with the Quidditch Co-Captain before, but he thought it was probably only polite to address her with a little nod. "You look lovely." It was no lie; Her dress seemed to match Flash's suit beautifully and it accentuated the vibrant red of her hair which she had done up elegantly, some strands of it falling delicately across her neck.

Ruka could understand why someone like Flash would enjoy being seen with a girl as pretty as Evelynn.

"I was wondering if I could steal a dance," he continued, gaze slowly drifting towards Flash, eyebrows raised in a request that didn't allow for rejection.

I could say so many things, he thought vindictively, the smile on his face saying as much. So many things you wouldn't want out in the open.

Ruka wasn't one for blackmail, didn't like to think of himself as the kind of person who would use information on people against them in any way, but he didn't think a dance was such a negative thing to ask for. Maybe it would even turn out beneficial for both of them.

"Our last encounter didn't end so pleasantly, Flash," he pointed out with all the social grace he could muster. It wasn't like him to be talking through feigned politeness like this; He wasn't good at this game, didn't feel comfortable playing it, but this was a social event, and Flash had respectable company, so Ruka was going to dig all his best manners out of his pockets for this occasion. "I was hoping to make up for that. I wouldn't keep you too long either. One dance is all I ask."

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Stats
Stamina: 7 ~ Evasion: 8 ~ Strength: 4 ~ Wisdom: 8 ~ Arcane Power: 6 ~ Accuracy: 7

Abilities
The Muggle Condition

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Ending Interaction with @Calanthe Choi
Interacting with @Saskia Nicholson and @Annie Morgan

Aaron was taken aback by the girl's hostile attitude. Had it been something he said? As he thought about how perfectly cordial he had been, the twelve-year-old could feel himself getting heated. What was her problem? Why had she come to his Blossom Ball, taken his Yoohoo, and then think it was okay to insult him? His eyes narrowed as the unnamed Asian girl asked him about being an "enthusiast." As he opened his mouth to retort, though, his anger instantly vanished.

The dark-haired girl had tripped, and she spilled everything in her arms. Then she fell on her bum. Maybe karma really did exist. Rather than offer to help, Aaron's passive aggression showed itself as he turned on his heel and walked away. He wasn't going to let this girl ruin his night! He had just wanted to take the opportunity to make new friends, but clearly that girl wasn't interested. His dark eyes swiveled to focus on the rest of the crowd, and his features only relaxed when he saw two very familiar faces.

Saskia and Annie. His mood did a complete 180 and the girl in the red sweater was left forgotten. There were much more important people here tonight. People he actually wanted to impress.

As he approached the two girls, Aaron was practically buzzing with excitement. Did they love the pitch decorated like this? Did they know he had been involved? Did they think the idea for the brooms as a quick escape was absolutely brilliant? The black-haired wizard nervously fidgeted with the sunflower boutonniere on his suit jacket as he approached his upperclassmen. He was both excited and petrified to hear their opinions. These were his his Quidditch superiors, and his possible future friends/colleagues (once he was officially off the waitlist, of course). Flying with them in the unofficial match a couple weeks ago had been the start of his whole Quidditch career, and he would never forget that. They had made him feel included and important, and that's what made the match insanely fun!

"Annie, Saskia, hey!" he exclaimed, finally within speaking distance. In the end, he had decided to focus on being excited rather than nervous, so that was the feeling he exuded. "Isn't this amazing?" The boy was completely oblivious to any cute moment he may have ruined with his approach. He was beaming at the two girls with the excitement of a kid in a candy store. "Who knew the Quidditch Pitch could transform like this, right?"

After a second, he quickly realized his error and spoke again. "You guys both look amazing! I like your dresses," he complimented, knowing that girls put a lot of effort into their outfits for things like this. And the pair really did look amazing. Saskia had on a really cute blue dress that fit right into the flowery spring theme, and Annie had a really pretty pink dress that fit the fairytale theme. He was glad that at least they had taken the idea of the ball seriously and were here to have fun (unlike a certain red-sweater-wearing girl he had met).

Interacting with: Nobody at the moment

OPEN TO INTERACTIONS

Grace noticed Savannah was deep in thought, so she let her be for a bit and decided to take a walk around the pitch, taking her bag with her.

Grace decided to sit at an actual table, her legs were tired, she took a sip of her drink, and it brought back memories.

Grace thought that right now she could take a break, she sipped her drink, it was great to try it again, but then her stomach rumbled.

The Ravenclaw sighed, “Why now stomach?” she thought, she knew she just had to stay away from the cupcakes, so she went to the food stand, her drink still in her hand, and grabbed a few mini burgers and set them on a plate.

Grace sat back down at the table and took a bite if the burger, it was honestly pretty good but Grace had better, as she took more bites, the hunger stopped, Grace forgot to eat dinner since she ate a lot at lunch and wasn’t hungry by dinner, plus she was getting her hair and makeup ready.

Grace finished her burgers, but it still wasn’t enough, her stomach still hurt of hunger, so she got up, threw her empty Yoohoo bottle away, and grabbed some veggies, burgers, and another Yoohoo.

Once Grace finished her food, she threw the plate out and sipped her Yoohoo, starting at the beautiful sunset.

Ana's heart pounded as Scott spoke. He really did look fantastic. She grinned as he mentioned feeling like he was in a fairytale. She definitely agreed. The dress definitely had something to do with it, but there was something else in the atmosphere that made everything feel a bit whimsical. She let out a light chuckle when he noted that the wide base of her dress would make it harder for her to fall over. She was sure it would, but also, if she did somehow manage to fall over, she would never ever be able to get up again. She would just have to spend the rest of her life tipped over like a sad little cake. She purged those thoughts from her mind as she spoke to Scott. "As we both well know, that certainly is a help when it comes to me," she said jokingly. "I'm sure you'll also be very pleased to hear that I have avoided coffee so far this evening."

Normally, Ana wasn't someone who was able to make fun of her own mistakes, but both of her and Scott's previous encounters had been so utterly absurd that they really were quite funny. She was about to add another remark when a comment escaped Scott's lips that made her heart leap to her throat. Her pale cheeks pinkened and she smiled at him. All awkwardness and jokes aside, this really was rather nice, and he didn't seem as though he had planned fifteen different escape routes to get away from her. As she was attempting to get her brain to restart to formulate a reply, Ami appeared.

At least, Ana was fairly sure it was Ami. The Hufflepuff was wearing a top hat and introduced himself as "Chad Preocuppied". Anastasia was highly confused. She had ruled out Scott and Ami being boyfriend girlfriend when Ami had invited herself along to the ball, but she still couldn't figure out what was going on there. She was now responsibly certain, although not fully, that Ami was not romantically interested in Scott. That just meant that Ami fancied herself a protective friend, rather than a competitor. Somehow, Anastasia didn't find that comforting. Protective friends could be just as damaging if not more damaging than a romantic rival. She knew that more than anyone since she tended to be the protective friend for her close friends.

There was also no mistaking the cold glare that Ana received from Chad. Everything else before that point could have been plausibly chalked up to miscommunication and the normal teenager weirdness. This was quite clear that Chad or Ami or whatever the person called themself was going to do absolutely everything in their power to destroy any hope of Ana actually making any sort of progress with Scott. Ana rather wanted to chuckle and inform Chad that Anastasia herself had done that fairly well and that Chad really didn't have anything to worry about for a while.

As her thoughts raced, Chad placed himself directly between Ana and Scott. Ana was irritated for multiple reasons. The first of which was that Chad was simply being rude with no finesse whatsoever, the second being that it occurred to Ana that Chad dressing in drag had probably been, at least in part, a way to make sure that, no matter what Ana wore to the ball, Chad's outfit would the trio's focus.

For a moment, Anastasia awkwardly scanned the room, trying to avoid listening in on whatever conversation Chad was trying to have at the moment since it was clearly private enough to do what Chad had done. She caught sight of @Astrea Soleil Neptune. The older girl rather fascinated Anastasia, and she was one of the few other students who Anastasia had something resembling respect for. Sure, the girl had attempted to flipendo her, and Anastasia had, in fact, flipendoed Astrea, but Anastasia somehow didn't exactly dislike her yet. It was odd, as she had practically caused blood feuds over far less. Focusing back in on her companions, she saw that Chad had still not moved and was firmly planted between Scott and Ana.

Ana furrowed her brow and bit her lip. Normally, she would hex someone who behaved this way. Possibly slap them. However, seeing as her wand was currently strapped to her leg and it would take a moment of adjusting and avoiding the knife that Ana had decided to bring along to produce the wand, Anastasia decided against it. The knife was something that she had decided upon at the last minute since she knew that there would be no professors at the ball, and the event being a Hogwarts ball, there was bound to be some sort of danger. She was strongly contemplating just stabbing Chad and being done with the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, that would probably get blood on her dress. Additionally, that, or really anything violent like Ana would like to do, would probably look quite bad to Scott, and she had just managed to have a somewhat normal conversation with him. She finally settled on clearly her throat delicately but loudly to remind both of her companions that she, in fact, still there, and really didn't appreciate the way that Chad was behaving.

Interacting with @Percival Rainwood and open for other interactions too
Mentioning @Victor Moore @Pericles Dralt @Jo Morgan @Annie Morgan @Saskia Nicholson @Olphie Bercegeay @Katrina Walker

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Outfit [by Alan Vanes because he's a hero and I can't pick clothes for sh-- ]:

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When he heard a secret forbidden ball was happening at the quidditch pitch, he would have been the biggest idiot not to go. For someone who assured every party he went to was ' a big waste of time', he certainly went all out planning his entrance.

Knowing it would make Kara happy, he had casually invited her to be his partner for the ball. After all, they've been friends since they were still learning how to talk properly. Usually, he would have just gone solo like he always did, but they had always shared an unbreakable sibling-like bond. So why wouldn't he ask her out?

He was mildly surprised no one had asked her before he did. Kara was a pleasant person most of the time. Her amount of enemies lacked in comparison to Hanako's and he was astounded to be the first one to ask her. Nevertheless, he was glad she seemed excited about it.

But it seemed like not everyone was blessed with the luck bestowed upon him. Back in his room, with the help of his noisy personality, he came to know that Percival had to witness his crush being swept away before he even got a chance to ask. It truly was a pitiful sight.

In most cases, he would've laughed at mocked his misery but somehow he couldn't find it in his heart to. He blamed it on how hopeless he thought Percival would be without him. He refused to believed he had grown rather fond of his roommate and ignored the guilt of not making him confess sooner.

As always, he had managed to get Percival into his schemes and convinced him to go to the ball anyway. He refused to allow him to mop around just because of a girl although he had seen plenty of that side of Percival. His anti-love mindset would never take it.

He had sneaked out a bit later than Percival. Great hair that takes a great time will equal to quality time. There was no way he was doing his hair in the changing rooms. He was many things, but he's not a monster.

After he changed into his attire, he dashed out to the quidditch pitch eagerly to see what the planners had done to decorate the place. And boy, did they not disappoint.

The thrill of getting caught for participating in a banned ball made him smile in excitement. He would've admired it a bit more if he didn't have 2 friends to find. Because he was late, the pitch was already packed and it was rather difficult to find them in the sea of flashy/classy/etc students. It didn't help with his height and everyone else around him were giants.

As if Lady Luck had blessed him yet again, Percival came into his view. All dressed snazzy and ready. Despite the neat clothes he wore, getting him in a good mood was going to be harder than usual.

" Aha~ There's my stunning date!" He grinned, swinging his arm over Percival's shoulder. " Glad to see you haven't run off yet. I knew you could do this " He patted his shoulder and retracted back his arm in case Percival decided to punch him. " Don't worry Rainwood. By the end of the night I promise you that you're going to forget Seilun and have the most memorable night of your life~" He confidently assured.

" I mean, just look around! Does this not scream ' You will have a great time here? '? You won't regret trusting me on this Parshall, that's a fact. Don't let her get in the way of a good time here. "

'Don't start random fights, as well ' he bit back. Most of the time Percival is chill, but even the slightest emotions can tip him off way too quickly.

Mentions : @Kara Capricorn
Interacting with : @Percival Rainwood
Open to interactions but please do not expect more than a boring insult to your characters hair, clothes, shoes, headpiece etc

Ending Current Interaction with @Ruka Tân
Open to Interactions

Willow at some point attempted to follow Ruka's gaze to whatever had captured his attention, because it was obvious she barely had any of it. There were too many people milling around for her to figure out who it was though. Did he have a crush on someone and they were at the ball with someone else? Was there someone he was fighting with? Ruka's gaze was too clouded for her to figure it out. The only thing she knew was that he was not here for her, and that made her heart feel weirdly sad. If he didn't want to come with her he should've just said so instead of doing this.

Her usual sunny smile and disposition had faltered a bit as she slowly realized how little interest he had in her. His responses while they seemed genuine, were short. Her back was starting to hurt from how much she had to carry the conversation. His hand gently patting her shoulder felt condescending, as if he was too good for the conversation she was trying to have. Everything was going way worse than she could've expected. Willow pulled the fries back towards her, having given up on keeping her appearance of loyalty to him since he had given that up almost as soon as they walked into the pitch. At least she wouldn't go hungry.

At least he started talking about his home life, barely. "Oh, that's cool." She noticed how he kicked the sticks under the table for safe keeping. She opened her mouth to ask him more questions before he excused himself. Again. She nodded slightly, her face completely falling as he left. Under her breath she muttered to herself "You sure know how to pick 'em Willow." Aggressively attacking the plate of fries that truly had become her only companion in this dance. She lazily tracked where Ruka was going... and lo and behold... it was too her much cooler brother. He didn't even bother to invite her to also say hi to him, what a joke.

"Are you kidding me?"

If her eyes could roll more intensely they would be out of her head. He ditched her for her best friend. Flash. She felt like this was all some setup, one that was familiar to what happened frequently back home. She would ask someone to hang out, to play with her, and they would. Briefly. Before leaving to laugh at how desperate she was for friends. For connection. She knew Flash would never be in on something like that but she wasn't sure about Ruka anymore. The feeling of abandonment was normal for her, but it had become a distant memory until now.

The fight against crying into the dumb plate of fries was a battle she almost lost. It was her fault for being so foolish to continue to grab at friends. She should've been satisfied with the ones she had, but she wasn't. It was a mistake she continued to make out of foolish hope. Her eyes had lost the light that they normally had, her fingers lightly moving around the fries on her plate. She needed to recover, bring the light back to her heart that she had become acquainted with. She just needed time alone, at a ball.

How wonderful.