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Simon... well, Mandy-walked in Hall. It was decorated nicely, and Mandy couldn't help but admire the setup. She wondered how long it had taken to set this all up. Weeks? Months?
Well, however long it took, Mandy could defentely tell that it was worth it. She reached out for a candle and admired it, until something-more like someone- caught her eye.
It was her best friend, Trix, and Mandy immediately felt a warmth spread across her cheeks. They were so pretty, and Mandy wanted to go and talk with them, maybe feel their hair and...
Arugh! Mandy screeched in her head, waving off the thought. No, no. They were friends and that was IT. No matter how perfect and angelic they were! She HAD to RESTRAIN!
Instead, she asked Pax, "Hey, want to see what's at the potluck?" and walked over at the table regardless of their answer.
Mandy piled food onto her plate, making sure to choose carefully while also sneaking occasional glances at Trix. Eventually, she turned to Pax (or walked, depending if they went to the table or not) and pointed over at the activities signups.
"Do you want to join an activity with me? If you want?" Mandy said to Pax, walking up to the sign-ups.and beginning to read. "...Fire-walking Obstacle Course, Flying Torch Tag... Geez, what's with the fire?" She looked over at Pax nervously.
She wanted to change her mind, but she wasn't a wimp. Nuh-uh. She'd rather die than be a WIMP. So she wrote her name under "Flying Torch Tag" because she will lose all regard for life if the regard made her look dumb.
Then Mandy turned and saw that there was Trix there. At the entrance...
Say something! Mandy screeched in her mind as she approached Trix. Anything!
Mandy walked up to her, opened her mouth, closed it, and blurted out, "Uh...Do-do you like fire?" And immediately she wanted to kick herself.
What?!?!?!? 'dO yOu LiKe fIrE'? What an idiotic question! Why couldn't she inherit the lawyer gene that made her stay calm under pressure?! Why?????
Mandy made a nervous squeaking sound- as if she didn't look dorky enough- and glanced over at Pax with a 'whatdoisaywhatdoisay??' facial expression.
ACTION- Embarrassing herself infront of @Pax Zhang, @Trix DeLuca
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Even though every ball she had gone to ended in a disaster, Samantha was still excited for this ball. There was no way something would go wrong again, right? Wearing one of her sister's old dresses, the brunette entered the great hall. Her eyes scanned the banners, which represented the schools, and the flowers which seemed to be everywhere. She wasn't the first to arrive at the ball, but most defiantly not the last. Trying to find one of her friends, or somebody to talk to the brunette looked at the students who were already at the ball. The first person she recognized was Elsian, who was standing close to the food tables. It took her a few seconds to realize he was wearing a silver tiara. Samantha didn't understand why anybody would ever wear a tiara, she already hated wearing a necklace. The only acceptable jewellery were blue bracelets and earrings like she was wearing. Not liking the idea of talking to wand thief, Samantha continued her search for a friend.
When the brunette spotted Eun-ji, she was much happier than when she had seen Elsian. The decision to join Eun-ji and the two she was talking to was quickly made. Only when she came closer to the group did she realize that the blond girl was Lucia. The blond hair looked great and Samantha couldn't help but notice how beautiful the other girl was. Though Samantha would never wear the dresses Eun-ji and Lucia were wearing, she thought they looked great on the older girls. With a big smile, she arrived at the group of older students. "Hi Eun-ji, Lucia and-," questioning she looked at the unknown boy, hoping he would tell her his name. She had never seen him before, maybe he was from one of the other schools?
The lunch boxes the boy was holding sparked Samantha's interest. "What kind of food is in here?" she asked curiously to the boy, trying to see what was inside. The chance she would eat unknown food was pretty small since Samantha didn't like anything she didn't know, but she still wanted to know which food was in the boxes. The brunette hadn't taken any food with her to the ball, since she had no idea how she would get it to Hogwarts. Besides, the only foods she could think of weren't suited for a ball.
"Also," she said, now turning to Eun-ji. "I hope this ball will be better than the last one and you don't have to save me again," Samantha said with a little giggle. "And maybe at this ball we can dance together!" A huge grin appeared on her face as she talked about dancing with her friend. Honestly, Samantha was a horrible dancer and the only dance moves she knew were weird disco dances, which she learned from watching her dad dance at parties. Her favourite dance move had to be the Lawn Mower and her second favourite was the Shopping Trolley.
Samantha just needed to compliment Lucia, who looked great. "Your hair looks amazing! I like blond and also the braid. Did you braid it yourself?" she asked in awe. The second year wished she knew how to braid her hair and not have it look horrible.
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It was almost, but not quite, a year since Nigel started joining the Hogwarts staff team. Everyone in the team was lovely, each on their own uniqueness, and the Astronomy professor had wished he could stay with them for years. But man proposes, God disposes: something came up, and as hard as the young American had been trying for the last few months, eventually a full-time position overseas did not seem to be for him currently.
Last year, Nigel participated in the interscholastic Fall Ball, and it was not a particular success. He also attended a tea party in honour of Valentine's Day two months ago, and to be honest it was not as fun as he had imagined at first place. But none of them mattered now. While not particularly planning to come, this Midspring Celebration would be the last party Nigel attended at the Scottish wizarding school (that is, if no one would throw him a surprise farewell party on his last evening as a teacher of Astronomy here), and he just had to come.
This was also the first time Arthur, Nigel's purple pygmy puff, attended a social gathering. All this time, he had obediently waited for his owner in the bedroom whenever the American had a class to teach or an event to attend. Nigel had always thought it was not very appropriate to take one's pet to a party without permission from the host or committee, but tonight he did not really care about it. On the contrary, he considered that it would be nice for Arthur to have some fun tonight. He had never been to any party at Hogwarts.
Entering the Great Hall, the Astronomy professor scanned the room, wondering if he could possibly spot any fellow staff. If no, though, the students might be fun to hang around with, too.
Last year, Nigel participated in the interscholastic Fall Ball, and it was not a particular success. He also attended a tea party in honour of Valentine's Day two months ago, and to be honest it was not as fun as he had imagined at first place. But none of them mattered now. While not particularly planning to come, this Midspring Celebration would be the last party Nigel attended at the Scottish wizarding school (that is, if no one would throw him a surprise farewell party on his last evening as a teacher of Astronomy here), and he just had to come.
This was also the first time Arthur, Nigel's purple pygmy puff, attended a social gathering. All this time, he had obediently waited for his owner in the bedroom whenever the American had a class to teach or an event to attend. Nigel had always thought it was not very appropriate to take one's pet to a party without permission from the host or committee, but tonight he did not really care about it. On the contrary, he considered that it would be nice for Arthur to have some fun tonight. He had never been to any party at Hogwarts.
Entering the Great Hall, the Astronomy professor scanned the room, wondering if he could possibly spot any fellow staff. If no, though, the students might be fun to hang around with, too.
Let There Be Light
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But before it could escalate to that level, he tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and he was there. James was wearing a peach outfit, with a peach shirt, grayish blackish pants, a very handsome watch and black dress shoes. Seeing him made all of the butterflies in her stomach fly away along with all of her fears of being stood up.
He leaned in and gave her a short hug, and then backed up. He then said " I uhm... I brought you a little something. It's just a corsage."
He was so thoughtful! Bailey thought. Out loud, she said “Aww thanks!”. Pausing while he placed it on her wrist and tied it, she smiled just as a smile spread also on his face.
“Um… what should we do now? Bailey asked, looking around. She saw a craft table, something that appeared to be on fire. is that a bad thing Bailey thought.
“Is there any food or anything? Or is there there something you u want to do?
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we are all born beautiful. it is a tragedy we are convinced that we are not”
iNPC: Lloyd Matthews Thomas
Main account: Bailey Glade
Midspring Celebration
A temper most foul, a mood most sour, no matter how one chose to phrase it, the look upon the broom racing captain’s face was utterly unpleasant. He’d been labelled grumpy previously, but the preceding month had rendered such descriptors as understatements. Valentines day had been over a month ago, and yet, time had not softened Nicholas’s heart. If anything his growing frustration and self-loathing had only begun to manifest more and more profusely as the days wore on. His sleeping habits had never been good, but now he didn’t even bother to study in those restless hours. Perhaps as he came ever closer to his thirteenth birthday, he’d preemptively settled into the angsty, hormonal mess that seemed to be carte-blanche for those in that age bracket. More likely, he was still hung up on a girl equal parts saccharine and crazy from the house of the eagle.
In any case, it did not matter, he was at the ball with a singular intention. To see the results of the goblet of fire, mingle if necessary, but no more than that. The last ball had ended in disaster, and the fact that he’d served on the organising committee for said disaster was not at all lost on the Gryffindor. It was an affront to his pride, an open wound that would seemed to never quite close over. In no small part that was probably due to the fact that he’d worked on that committee with the girl who’d caused him so much emotional strife, and then spent his time at said festival in her company.
That thought furrowed his brow further, so that when he did finally enter the great hall, the frown upon his face was near omnipresent. He’d come empty handed, as one would almost certainly expect from the slovenly captain, and as such didn’t pay the potluck a second chance. Not that he was in the slightest bit hungry.
Instead, his focus was singular. The chaos that inevitably clung to magical students like a bad odour could be ignored for the moment. Nicholas didn’t even take into account any of his peers, not for the moment, lest he’d almost certainly be put into a nervous sweat by the presence of one Erin Ryan. Instead, the second year approached the goblet, the centrepiece of not only the evening, but the gathering of international students.
The Northern Irish boy dug his hands into his pockets, his glare focused intently on its impressive visage. Only the slightest of hisses escaped through his teeth as he thought of the night to come.
There was nothing for it, after all, what would be done would be done.
Outfit: Black slacks, white button-down shirt (sleeves rolled up, loosely buttoned)
Stats: STA: 12 | EVA: 6 | STR: 9 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 4 | ACC: 6
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant
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Midspring Celebration
Yefim's 'pranks,' if they could truely be called that, were far from profound. Yet somehow, they were amazingly effective. After getting a good show of horror from the girl, looking like a cat that got thrown in a pool, she seethed and retaliated, some hot soup flying into Yefim's face. It's heat would of course be unpleasant, but not enough to marr his good mood in the slightest. Getting hit back was the expected outcome, it was when she turned around to face her similarly shocked friend that the true prize was won. Wiping the muck from his eyes and flicking it off his hand to the floor, he'd watch for a moment to see the pathetic scrubs squabble. The fun had already started, thanks to him.Playing as iNPC Yefim Rumyantsev
He'd be distracted by the arrival of Niffy, his utter whiteness glowing like a halo around him. His evil grin would turn into genuine delight, as none of these balls were truely tolerable without his best friends closest minions. They were the light of his life, the legs upon which he could stand.
”Niffy!” He'd open his arms, giving Niff a soft pat on the shoulders when he came close enough. The last leavings of the soup dripping into his open shirt clearly did not phase him. [”As always Mik is the last to arrive, eh? Can't wait to see what he's wearing.”]
With the short greeting out of the way, Yefim would scout around shortly before laying eyes on his next victim. There was a clear best target, almost a mirror of Niff in a way, a shining beacon of clean whiteness accompanied by a napkin and a little doll... who also had a napkin. The grin would return, a face growing on him that would have been joined by little devil horns growing from his head, were this a cartoon.
[”Look at that. I think this pristine get-up needs a little bit of chaos, don't you agree?”] His gaze would turn back to Niff, glittering with mischeif. ["Think of how much better it would be with some color!”]
With that, Yefim would pick up what was closest to him, some pasta with red sauce, and huck it at the unsuspecting maiden.
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For we dreamed a lot//And we schemed a lot//And we tried to sing of love before the stage fell apart
Sta: 9 ★Eva: 5 ★Str: 7 ★Wis: 15 ★AP: 3 ★Acc: 15
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Mentioning: Miles Thatcher (@Simon Kincaid)✧ Trunk ✧ Action: Entering the ball
Ever since the invitation to the ball, Olive had been looking forward to it eagerly. Though the entry to Hogwarts had not gone the best with the agitated Durmstrang students, she was determined that the ball would go much better. She would hopefully have a nice and fun night with Miles that deepened their friendship and maybe even turned into something more.
She wore a light blue dress with a flower patter down the front. The sleeves were lacy and she thought overall the dress was quite pretty. It felt a bit odd though, as she almost never wore dresses like this. Her hair fell around her shoulders in light waves and in her hair was a flower barrette to match the flowers on her dress.
Once she arrived at the ball, she looked around for Miles but could not see him. Olive decided to wander through the mass of people until she found him. It seemed like the best course of action with so many people here.
Glancing upwards at the sky, she noticed for the first time the beauty of the evening. The sky was adorned in reds and oranges, illuminating Hogwarts quite beautifully. Shadows fell from everywhere with the setting of the sun, giving the whole event a mystifying look to it. And that was only the outdoors. Indoors, the administration had done quite a nice job of setting up for the event. There were banners representing each school on the walls and flowers lining the room. The goblet of fire lay at the center of the room, waiting for the time when the champions would be drawn from it. Music filled the air, giving more atmosphere to the room.
Olive recognized some of her fellow Ilvermorny students, but made no moves to join their little groups. She just stood silently in the Great Hall, admiring the beauty of the ball and half wishing she had brought a sketchbook and pencils to put the lovely night on paper to remember it forever. Somehow though, she had a feeling she would remember this night with or without a drawing of it.
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It took a second for the Ravenclaw to realise just how soaking wet her date was. This would upset any other person, but for Faye it was a sort of déjà vu. Now Regina was Mr Darcy. Hehehehe! Wait. Did that make her Lizzie Bennet? She wasn’t smart or headstrong enough to be Lizzie! She was more like a Mary. God, Faye, get your head out of the sand.
The whole predicament reminded her of how the duo first met, with herself being catapulted into the lake. Now, the tables were flipped. A ghost of a smile fleeted upon her lips, once again her personality desperately trying to break through the barricades her anxiety had built.
But then, Regina started to talk. She called her beautiful. She was being nice. Anxiety finally lost control as she gave her date the biggest, softest grin she could. Her nose scrunched up as she bit down on her tongue, just oozing happiness. Faye hadn’t smiled like that in a long time, she hadn’t had a reason to.
“You think?” Her voice lost the breathlessness it had once had, her accent coming in full throttle as she waved her arms around by her waist. “I don’t really mind that you’re…” She leaned back and made a very un-needed, over dramatic gesture to Regina, giving another snort.“...soggy.”
While her date could not take her eyes off of her, Faye’s eyes darted across the entire room, picking out every person. Eye contact was not something she was good at, except when those eyes were an amazing shade of purple. It got awkward, so she made a high-pitched coughing sound.
“Sorry I was late, by the way! I’m not really good at this whole socialsing thing..” She made another random gesture, an awkward look on her face. “It’s all a bit awkward. Not that you’re awkward! It’s all a bit, ya know, bleh-” Another gesture “I’m the awkward one, you’re gorgeous!” A beat, and then the same breathless whisper “Wait, what..?” Why did you have to say that!?
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Midspring Celebration
Interacting with @Nigel Read
Slight mentions of Yefim Rumyantsev played by @Flash Holmwood & @Regina MillerFor once, Phaedra attended as a single woman, but it wasn't like she could enjoy the freedom either way. Tonight she had business in mind. Headliner-issued camera in her grasp, the plan was simple: get in, do her job, and get out. She could take a film's worth of event pictures easily with enough time to depart before things inevitably went south.
At first, she unintentionally sported what some would consider a bridal dress. Floor-length, lacy, and arguably not the peach-colour she'd insisted it was—at least not in bright lighting—Phaedra looked a veil away from holy matrimony, a comment she'd been twice subject to before even leaving her commons. Well, at least they were honest. After begrudingly using Multicorfors to change the fabric's hue, delaying her arrival further, she found herself in the Great Hall, patting her wrist's wand holster flat beneath long sleeves. Undoubtedly, it would come into use tonight.
Haphazardly circling the Goblet of Fire, Phaedra searched for someone to ask a favour of. There was her cousin on the dance floor with @Aurelia Notrésvace, making her ill, yet morbidly curious, of their prolonged close proximity. When did that happen? Questions for later. Turning elsewhere, her eyes naturally landed on a familiar group of students—a cluster of fifth-years like herself. Among them were @Serena Towers, who she knew all too well, and @Erin Ryan, @Bloom Silverton, and @Howard White. Her face burned at the memory of tussling with his girlfriend last summer. Far from her proudest moment, but perhaps it was time to let go. Maybe.
Still, Phaedra turned away. She would not have been welcomed, but the potluck table had its own share of activity, drawing her nearer. Lifting her camera to capture the wide array of cultural dishes, just out of frame came a commotion from two complete strangers [Yefim] [Regina], exchanging perfectly good food into each other's faces. Phaedra jumped back to avoid a splatter on her dress, jaw clenching in disapproval. Why couldn't people just be normal? When the girl turned to speak with someone else, food flinging halted for now, Phaedra rolled her eyes and left the scene. Surely they would not have to be reminded like children to pick up after themselves.
Several feet away came Nigel Read sauntering into the room. Finally, some adults in the place. It wasn't as if she was unwilling to drag two delinquents by their ears and have them clean their own sop up, but perhaps a Professor could set things right more gracefully. “Evening, Professor Read,” the new Editor-in-Chief commenced, “I know you've only just arrived, but I'm on Headliner duty tonight. Do you mind if I take your photograph?”
The potluck table only attracted more attention, students all but jogging back to the area from which she had just departed. Camera lowering, Phaedra did a double take over her shoulder and paled. That boy [Yefim] now had his hands on the pasta sauce. Clearly, her earlier expectations were too high. She paused to drum up a change of subject. “...Oh, what a sweet pygmy puff. It seems very well behaved, unlike...” No, no need for that. “What is its name?”Formatting and banner coming later. Dress is link but a different colour-waiting to photoshop it.
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Akira's remark about having attended the fall ball before made him curious. If this had been any other day, Hiro would have immediately bombarded him with questions about this. But as it was, there was too much to see and do at the blossom ball and he wanted to take everything in. After mentioning the cherry blossom flowers, Hiro glanced back over at his date and saw Akira's features soften. Yup, he was getting to him! Or rather, the ball was getting to him. He knew it would only be a matter of time. No one could stay grumpy forever in the face of such a celebration! Hiro grinned when Akira responded to his teasing remark about the quality of his hands. "I wouldn't expect anything less from the boy who stole my heart!" He said, turning the flirting charm up a bit higher to challenge Akira. And then the topic turned to the two activities listed as being available to them. Apparently, one could only sign up for one or the other, not both, which was a shame. Hiro would have loved to be able to do both of them. However, if he had to pick, he already knew. What else could he choose but the flying one? As Akira spoke, seeming to flirt with him on his own, Hiro blinked surprised. Well, wasn't he doing just fine on his own??? He grinned and winked at Akira. "Don't worry, dear. I'll protect your beautiful skin from getting marred. You just focus on winning the game." Hiro said with a smile and reached down to grab Akira's hand again, intertwining his fingers with his date's. He dragged Akira over to the table and put down both their names for the Flying Torch Tag game. Once done, Hiro leaned forward and whispered something into Akira's ear. "I'll fly and burn the flags for you, so your pretty hands won't get hurt at all. But you have to take care of me too. If anyone tries to cast any spells at me, take them out with your magic." He said, talking about their strategy to win the game. "Let's go back to the potluck area, I want to grab another skewer." "And see the rest of the food that's there." Hiro said with a smile. Upon returning, Mathias gave him a rather cold gaze and Hiro wondered if his roommate didn't recognize him. Well, that was to be expected, even Akira hadn't recognized him. But still, Hiro would have thought Mathias would have found him slightly familiar at least. After all, the two lived together, for quite some time. A sigh escaped his lips and he shook his head. He must just be too cute, dressed like this. It was only when Mathias actually spoke to him, when Hiro presented him with a skewer, that the boy was caught off guard a bit. MATHIAS HAD SPOKEN WORDS THAT WEREN'T SPELL INCANTATIONS! And they had been directed at him, albeit him in a dress. Hiro did note that his tone of voice was threatening but that didn't bother him. As long as he didn't kill him, Hiro could always heal from any attacks. Hiro could barely restrain himself from jumping over and hugging him. But he couldn't. Not right now. Akira was with him. And it was too early to be sent back to the campgrounds in a body bag. The night had barely begun, which meant there were a lot of things that could happen. He also reminded himself that their instructions had been to remain quiet and weak. Getting into trouble so early, would not be a good thing for their school. And Mathias had a tendency to act on his own, regardless of the consequences. He'd already started things with a bang when Mahoutoko had come out of the ocean back on the 19th & had broken the rule instantly, but it had been about his Winnie. As a result, Hiro bit back his words. After all, he'd had the perfect response to Mathias but resisted the urge to speak. Hiro got distracted again by Akira, leaving Mathias and Winnie to carry on their discussion, argument, love-quarrel etc... whatever it might be. The meat was delicious. Hiro had taken another one for himself and was now looking around the table to see what other goodies were there. Akira was turning into a tsundere again, telling him that he could eat the skewer himself, and Hiro grinned at him. Well, he'd mess around with him later. Right now, he had someone else on his mind, a very furry and adorable someone. That's right. It was Pumpkin. He could tell Pumpkin was hungry, as the cat flopped backward into Winnie's arms and its tongue came out as he stared up at him. How cute was that?! Hiro tore a small shred of meat from his skewer and reached out to feed Pumpkin a piece. It was only when Winnie spoke to him about Mathias that Hiro looked over at the girl and smirked. "Isn't that your job?" He asked with a wink and tilted his head towards Akira. "I have my hands full with that one!" Hiro told her with a grin and glanced back over his shoulder at his date. Who was behaving a bit oddly. He wondered if Akira was allergic to cats. It seemed as if he wanted to avoid them for some reason. Returning his attention to Winnie again, Hiro leaned forward to whisper into her ear. "You know, this is your chance. Don't let him escape. If he doesn't want to talk right away, pretend as if it doesn't bother you and try to get him to enjoy himself at the ball. At some point, his guard is bound to be lowered, and then you can try and slip in some questions. Who knows." "You might be able to get him to slip up and answer you!" Hiro told Winnie and pulled away from her again. He'd just told her what he thought, it didn't mean it would work. But it did have a chance of working, if she didn't try at all she had a 0% chance. "I have to get back to my date, or he'll think I'm ignoring him." Hiro told Winnie with a smirk. It was around this time that Mathias spoke. He didn't seem to like the fact that Hiro was wearing Winnie's dress. A grin appeared on the boy's lips. Could he possibly be jealous? Would that idea occur to Winnie? Hiro glanced over at her and because of this he was caught off guard when Mathias cast a cutting charm on the dress. "Ahhhh!!! Look what you did to Winnie's dress!!" He exclaimed as part of the sleeve was cut through from the spell and the dress now was only being held up by the remaining shoulder strap. "You better repay her!" Hiro added and then glanced over at Akira. So, this was embarrassing. He looked back over at Mathias, while grasping the broken strap with his fingers and made a face. "Stripping me in front of my date, was that your intention all along? How perverted, Mathias." Hiro said with a shake of his head, a faint smile playing along the corners of his lips. Hopefully, he would still be alive by the end of the ball. Otherwise, Akira was going to have to take body back home later. |
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Inspired by Draven's code!!!
Action: Akira Shimizu & Hiro Bakugo sign up for "Flying Torch Tag".
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