Event Midspring Celebration

Tiffany's fingertips glided across the beautiful decorations as she walked into the Great Hall, Jacques Rosegates tucked under her arm. It was so pretty! So beautifully decorated. It made her happy, and she happily swung Jacques around as she twirled towards the flowers and bent down to touch them, fingers brushing over the blossoms and the roses. She wanted to find the people who decorated the Great Hall and congratulate them.
"Jacques! This place is beautiful! So beautiful, just perfect!" Tiffany exclaimed while twirling him around, most likely drawing attention from some others at the ball. She glanced over at the room, surveying the friends and lovers that surrounded them. There were two people in a slight scuffle ( @Regina Miller, @Flash Holmwood as his iNPC) and Tiffany considered helping them chill out. She turned to Jacques, whose eyes yelled"No" at her. Oh well. They could just eat potluck!
"Ooooh! Let's go eat, Jacques! The food over there looks delicous." she said before approaching the potluck tables, avoiding the fighting people but watching them as she plopped various foods on her plate, making sure to tie a hankerchief around her neck to protect her white dress. Her aunt would kill her if she got stains on it.
Tiffany jumped when the girl threw hot soup at the boy, and she backed away, far, far away from the girl. Immediately, Tiffany thought of Ashley, and she shuddered, keeping a grip on her bag. She wasn't about to get her notebooks destroyed again.
"Which ones would you like, Jacques?" she asked the rabbit, tearing her eyes away from the fighting people and a girl @Faye Simmons, who had approached the crazy girl. Tiffany felt bad for the girl, but did not intervene.
Tiffany turned towards Jacques, whose head had tilted towards one of the foods, and Tiffany clapped in delight, as if he'd chose it himself. "Marvelous choice!" she said happily, piling it on her plate before sitting down and chowing down.
"Oh my! I'm quite sorry, mon petit poète," Tiffany apologised to Jacques, tying a small napkin around his neck and shooting another look at the poor girl again. She wondered if she should invite her to sit with her and Jacques, and turned to Jacques for input.
"Jacques! Would you mind if we invited her to sit with us?" she asked Jacques before listening closely, even though he did not speak.
"No? Why? Not enough space? That's an excuse... Oh, no!" Tiffany gasped, glancing over at the Ashley-like girl. If Jacques wasn't joking and that really was her date, then she needed to save her! It was her duty. She felt so bad for the girl!
Tiffany carefully approached them, but changed her mind and backed away, looking at a distance and crossing her fingers.
"I'm not scared," she assured Jacques- which was true. She were just a child- she couldn't hurt Tiffany. But she could hurt that other girl. "I'll just make sure she doesn't do something...not nice."

Interacting with Erin Ryan

Serena exhaled sharply, adjusting her hair nervously before fixing her clothing. Her long hair lay loosely, covering both ears. Her outfit was a lot more colourful and 'ball' like than she had planned. Initially, she planned to come in jeans, like she did last time. It seemed to be the safest option. However, her brother had specifically said she had to dress up for some reason. After all, this was the day he was going to be announced as champion blah blah blah - Serena stopped listening, in fairness. For the sake of her sanity, she chose to just dress for the event, picking out an Indian outfit that she found in her trunk. It was a chaniya choli, which is a three-part outfit that has a skirt, a blouse and a "shawl" like item. Her outfit was a light blue, with flowers all over the blouse and lots of colour on the hem of her shawl. Underneath the skirt, she totally had a pair of leggings and boots - but no one could see that, so it was fine.

Pizza Rat was on her shoulder today. He normally enjoyed hiding under her hat or in a pocket but they were not really options today. Serena had a small pouch by her hip that clipped in, which had her wand attached to it and acted like a wand holder for the event. Pizza was donning a little scarf around his head, as though he was dressed up for the event too. Perhaps he was her date for the occasion! It would make sense, he tended to be her date.

If she was honest, she was a little nervous. She was not really used to dressing up. She had made an effort at the Valentine's Tea Party to wear some makeup and it ended up just being very awkward when she found herself flirting with Hugh and suddenly thinking he was cute, which was very awkward indeed. This time, she just... wanted a day without randomly thinking her friends are cute because of a stupid love potion or without hag slugs. She had even dressed the part - though her plan was probably to just hide in the corner somewhere. Maybe by the food?

With a box of samosas in her hands, she exhaled again before continuing down the corridor. Serena made her way to the Great Hall. Yet another ball without a date. Though, even if she had a date, it would always be platonic... which kind of sucked. But she did not have the guts nor the desire to ask anyone - or rather, a specific someone - on a romantic date, so this was what happened. The samosas were for the potluck thing that was apparently taking place. She figured that she could bring a little piece of home to the event. It was either something from her Indian culture or Goblin and in fairness, she did not really know what 'goblin' food was. It was probably just... normal food, right? Did they eat anything differently? She did not know. That and she also had done her best to hide that part of her, trying to maintain the 'pureblood' image that most people still thought she was.

Making her way into the Great Hall, her eyes immediately scanned the room for any familiar faces. If her brother was somewhere, she would definitely know to go in the other direction or go to the other part as she heard there was something outside too. If her crush was there, she would have to turn and flee, of course, before things got more awkward. Though... she could not help but wonder if he had a date to the ball or not. Argh, what was she thinking? She could not be in the same room as him without her feelings being super evident anyway! They had managed to patch things up for the most part but it was still kind of awkward. Avoiding the situation was just smarter. These were just the normal strategies.

Her eyes fell onto the goblet. She stared at it for a moment before sighing. Spotting a familiar face - though far more beautiful and cleaner than she recalled - she noticed @Erin Ryan. The girl had been at the Tea Party too but today, she was dressed cutely and looked stunning. The girl likely caught everyone's attention! Serena was a bit jealous if she was being honest. Exhaling softly, she steadied her nerves and made her way over to Erin, "H-hey Erin, you look incredible. I love that dress-" Noticing the girl did not really have anything in her hands, she held her box forward a little, "Oh! I bought these for the table thing. Did you want to try one? They are a little spicy but they are kind of nice," She offered the samosas to Erin, not entirely what else to really say.

In truth, she did not really know Erin very well. The girl was still just that girl that made her cry a few times several years ago. They had successfully ignored each other till the last ball and now Serena kept seeing her around. Something about her made Serena feel compelled to approach her and try. Maybe they could be friends. Unlikely but a Hufflepuff could certainly try. Hugh seemed to be somewhat fond of her, so... perhaps there was something that Serena was just missing? "So uh, did you put your name in?" She asked, nodding her head towards the goblet to try and make some conversation. Erin Ryan, the Hogwarts champion... She was not entirely sure how she felt about this but the Slytherin appeared to have been through hell and survived so, she probably would be able to win a tournament now that Serena thought about it.

ACTION: Brings in Samosas for the potluck / for Erin

Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 13 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 15 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 10
Abilities: Part-Goblin, Evasive Maneuvers, Beastmaster
Fifth-Year Armour: +10% auto-dodge on attacks [=20% auto-dodge overall]

Outfit of the Ball

@Henry Knight

Adlai had been impatiently waiting for the Blossom Ball ever since her fellow classmate and friend, Henry Knight had asked her to be his partner to the dance. However, through all of her excitement and joy she had forgotten to tell anyone that she was even going to the ball in the first place. Only now realizing it at she stood stiff as a board in the corridor just outside the Great Hall were the festivities had begun to take place.

She was wearing a pastel purple dress, with spotted and sprawling floral embroidery, while the collar, sleeve ends and skirt contained simple ruffles. Her hijab and heeled mary jane shoes both set to match, and just as always, whenever she attended a school function she had used some of the few cosmetics her mother had packed in her school bags before leaving home. It was simple, but she really did feel pretty. Silly enough, she hoped Henry thought the same.

Stepping into the doorway she scanned the ever filling room before spotting her target. From where she stood she could see his knee bouncing up and down. To her he looked like a deer in head lights, still and nervous. She smiled, it was nice to see that side of him. The side of him that wasn't the cool and collected person he typically seemed to be.

Taking a deep breath she of course approached him and cleared her throat.
"As-salamu alaikum, Henry." She said.

Reducio

As-salamu alaikum - A common Arabic greeting in the Islamic community meaing "Peace be upon you."

Mentioning @James Owens and @Jorah Moussa

Word count:

Mentioning Yefim Rumyantsev (@Flash Holmwood)
Interacting with @Faye Simmons
Colour code - #831100

What does she think of me now? I am no longer the well-mannered and respectable Pureblood companion in her eyes.

WC: 451

STATS

STA 6

EVA 8

STR 4

WIS 7

ARC 8

ACC 7

HEALTH: 600/600

ABILITIES: Prodigal DADA & Perfectionist

ACTION: N/A

Midsummer Celebration 2022

Interacts with: Hiro Bakugo played by @Kim Sato, Akira Shimizu played by @Avery Chen and @Winnie Harper Mentions: @Levi Drakos

Action: Cast the cutting charm on Hiro's dress and just Hiro's dress. Degree of success up to player or mod, only requirement on my end is PG-13 if successful please.

Roleplaying as Castor Alarie Beauxbatons

French English

An astute young lady with coal black hair and a prepared neutral face stepped into the Great Hall with not so much as a hesitant look around. Her floral dress was ornately decorated with different colored flowers, details going down to the florets. It was a strange mix, the flowery outfit mixed with the strangely dull girl. Her heels clacked on the floor beneath.

Castor would admit she appreciated the representation of the French alongside the other schools, taking note of how the previous house decor was changed to fit with the entrance of new schools. The French girl could still hardly remember the houses names anyways.

Strolling through the crowd smoothly, she searched around for something to do in the otherwise crazy place. Some people were covered in what looked like soup while others chatted calmly. It was a strange mix, yet a good representation of the clashing schools. She brushed aside her tied up hair, revealing a black flower bracelet, and continued forward. A pair of clean black flower earrings swayed with her movements.

She didn't know quite what she was searching for. Maybe a damsel with nice hair and a pretty dress, or a charming man with a sharp suit and a confident swagger, or even just another person who attended Beauxbatons for Castor to be aware of. She had the lowest of hopes for this event.

Stepping around the groups and couples and few lonely souls, Castor took a few clean steps towards the potluck tables to gaze at the nice meals and cultural creations.

WC: 273

James was getting ready for the Blossom Ball. His first one considering he was a First year. He finished buttoning up his shirt and then his vest. He tied his shoes then slipped on his watch. He began to walk out the door almost forgetting the corsage he had for Bailey. He walked back to his bed and grabbed it. It would be a shame if he did forget it.

James walked down to the great hall. He could already hear the music playing and the laughter and voices of the other students from each school. He walked in and stood near then entrance. He wasn't sure if Bailey was here yet or not. He waited for about fifteen minutes. He looked around. Where is she? Please don't tell me she stood me up. He hoped to himself quietly. That's when he saw her. Or at least he thought he did. It was just a glimpse of a blonde girl in a peach coloured dress. It had to be Bailey. They had coordinated to match their outfits for the night.


James began to walk towards the unknown figure. He bumped into someone apologizing as they sneered at him. The figure moved. He walked quicker hoping to catch up to them. Praying that it was Bailey. It was. He tapped her on the shoulder whilst standing behind her. "Bailey!"He smiled and pulled her into a short hug. " I uhm... I brought you a little something. It's just a corsage." James took the corsage out of its little container and placed it upon Bailey's wrist with a smile.

Word count: 269
Interacting: @Bailey Glade
Mentioning: None
Corsage
Open to any interactions

Pax shouldered on their black suit jacket over their plain white shirt, slipping on a few silver rings onto their fingers, and finally laced up their shoes. Aware that this was a formal occasion, they had for once put some effort into their appearance as not to embarrass their partner. For their outfit, they'd settled on a classic suit with some feminine touches, an outfit that could match relatively well with whatever Simon-no Mandy dressed in. Running one hand through their hair that lay parted like usual as the other hand reapplied one final coat of shiny lip balm, they smiled at themself in the mirror once more, doing one final spray of perfume and grabbing a small bouquet of colorful flowers, before running down to the Great Hall.

Upon arriving, Pax realised quickly that they and Mandy hadn't agreed upon a meeting place, so instead decided to simply head inside and look for them, whilst also admiring and examining the surrounding decorations that had been put up with presumably a lot of care. They did feel bad they hadn't managed to bring anything for the potluck, but knowing their own cooking abilities, it was probably for the better. Anything they offered would probably end up untouched in the trash, which was fair. Cooking was simply a skill they could not master.

Action:
Enter the Great Hall

Stats:
Stamina: 8 Evasion: 6 Strength: 5 Wisdom: 3 Arcane Power: 6 Accuracy: 7

Ability:
The Muggle Condition

Word Count: Reducio 262

Mentioned: Reducio @Simon Corbin

Interacting With: Reducio n/a

Interactions are open

Interacting with @Clair Fernandez as River Fayre
Mentioning: N/A
Open to Interactions
Bolded Text: French | Regular Text: English | Color: #BF4040
Post Tracker: X

Florian had been excited for this ball and not for the typical reasons one might expect, like food, dancing, or even chatting with friends. No, Florian had a whole other topic on his mind - that of the Hexwizard tournament. Tonight would be the night that the champions would be chosen, and Florian was beyond ready for the recognition that he felt he deserved.

Because of that, Florian had donned the most French Fashionable look he could, while of course wanting to match his date in the process. A tan two piece suit, dark brown dockers, and a blue floral shirt made up his ensemble, the blue flowers on the shirt to match his date's navy blue dress as well as to get into the theme of the Blossom Ball. He had also pinned a pair of blue roses onto his suit jacket pocket as a matching boutonniere. He had also meticulously gelled his hair back, wanting to look as professional as possible. He smirked to himself as he made the way to the festival. Damn, he did look good.

In his hands he carried a small tray of one of the local delicacies from his hometown of Strasbourg, France, a dish known as Kougelhopf. Specifically, these were mini-Kougelhopf, better for a setting such as this, where you wouldn't have to cut a slice and could take one as you wanted. These little pastries were vanilla flavored topped with almonds and powdered sugar, and it was one of Florian's favorite treats that he was excited to share.

He finally found his way into the Great Hall, the goblet of fire catching his eye immediately. It was hard for the young boy to take his eyes off of it, its glow tempting him to come closer and closer. Over the course of the time he had been at Hogwarts this trip, he had found himself wandering in here just to stare at the Goblet, seeing his future inside its fiery depths.

He managed to tear his eyes away from it to set his tray of Kougelhopf down on the table, and proceeded to find his date. Typically he would arrive with them, wanting to make a grand entrance, but he couldn't tear himself away from his thoughts, so he would have to find his date in the crowd of people who had arrived before him.

Luckily it wasn't too hard, smiling as he spotted her looking up at the banners flying above the hall. "Bonjour, mademoiselle Fayre." Hello, Miss Fayre. he said, smiling, bowing, and offering an outstretched hand to kiss if she so desired. "You look lovely tonight." he said, his flirtatious smile still shining bright.

He thought about staying and enjoying the food, but the call of the Goblet was too strong, and he really needed to distance himself until the announcement was made. Perhaps heading to the main festival to see what else there was to offer would be the best move.

"Mademoiselle Fayre, would you like to head to the courtyard? I've heard there are some games being played outdoors." If she agreed, the pair would head out to the Festival.

Action: Entering the Ball and Adding his mini Kougelhopf's to the potluck
If River Fayre agrees, Florian will leave to the Festival
Stats: Stamina: 5 - Evasion: 9 - Strength: 5 - Wisdom: 9 - Arcane: 5 - Accuracy: 9
Abilities: Foulplay | Evasive Maneuvers