Faerietale Endings Fall Ball 2022 Locked

ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ's ᴀᴛᴛɪʀᴇ:

ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ: @Keith Moore
ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ: (ʙʟᴀɴᴋ)
ᴡᴄ: 202
Dove felt incredibly happy as she and Keith danced; she didn't know why she suddenly felt this way towards him. She didn't know where any of these feelings came from, but they were there, and she wasn't upset about it.
When Keith moved his hand onto her waist and began to dance with her, she continued to dance, but sort of leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt calm and happy; A night that was nearly ruined was suddenly turning out to be one of the best she'd ever experienced.
Then Keith asked if she wanted to go to the petting zoo and look at the animals. She was about to say yes, when he said five words that caught her attention immediately:
"It's up to you, angel."
If she could have turned more red, she definitely would have, but she couldn't. She was already an odd pinkish-red color. She took her head off of Keith's shoulder and smiled, nodding as she spoke. "Yes, I'd love to go to the petting zoo with you." Once they were turned and ready to leave, Dove took in a deep breath, moved her hand over to Keith's, and held his hand in hers.

Fall Ball Outfit:

Reducio

Rani had been quietly watching the whole situation unfold, too dumbfounded to speak. She barely realized what was happening when the boy suddenly pointed his wand at her friend. What was happening? Did he just try to cast a spell on her? Rani balled her fists and opened her mouth in an attempt to say something, but she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to say anything, and even if she could, she wouldn't know what to say. Her thoughts were a mess of words but they didn't form proper sentences.

To Rani's surprise, the boy's spell couldn't have caused any serious damage to Beatrice, because from the girl's expression she seemed nothing more than amused, and when she spoke, she sounded just as cheeky as she did before. "I think you need to try a little harder Yefim," she said, smiling. Rani admired her courage, but also wondered. How could she be so confident?

The girl glanced at Rani and smiled at her, and the young Ravenclaw glanced back uncomfortably, feeling guilty for not having her friend's back. But Beatrice didn't seem to have an issue with it. "You okay?" She kindly asked. Rani opened her mouth to tell her that she was completely fine, but in fact, questioning if Beatrice was okay herself. However, before she got the chance to say anything more than "What? I'm-", Beatrice, who probably hadn't heard her, started talking again, but though facing Rani, her words weren't directed at her anymore. Instead, she was busy telling off the boy, who was apparently from Durmstrang. Rani was jealous of her confidence, but she'd also rather Beatrice would've just left it. The boy was clearly taller than the both of them and -who knows what dangerous spell he will cast next, she worried. In a half-hearted attempt to support her friend, Rani nodded at Beatrice and then looked at the boy in disgust.

Already half regretting what she did, she then nervously looked back and forth between the two of them, wishing she was somewhere else.

Mentioning: @Beatrice Dupont
@Flash Holmwood as Yefim Rumyantsev
Action: Watching the situation
Inventory: Wand

After Bubba's adorable little chuckle, the brunette looked up at him only to see a mischievous smile on his face. Samantha looked at the boy in adoration after his words, melting from the sweetness of the words he had just said. The idea of receiving more flowers from Bubba was amazing and the brunette loved it. "That's a great point," she agreed nervously.

The smile that hadn't left her face the whole night was replaced by a huge grin when her date agreed to dance with her later. "It will be amazing!" she squealed happily. The excitement the young girl felt to teach Bubba some new dance moves made her nervousness disappear like snow before the sun. Samantha didn't even notice that he didn't return her hug because she was too excited and was already thinking of which dance moves she would learn Bubba.

The boy's comforting words made her feel a lot better about the fact that she hadn't taken anything with her for him. Still, she would take something amazing with her next time to make up for her current mistake. Samantha let out a little giggle when Bubba described a guy with a huge bouquet as part of his outfit, as she found it very amusing. "It is a very nice idea," she told him as she could feel herself blushing again.

It seemed like her heart started pounding twice as fast when Bubba gently placed his hands on her upper arms and his beautiful warm brown eyes focused on her. With big eyes, she looked back at the boy, completely in love. Melting inside, the brunette listened to him as he said that all he could have ever asked for was for her to be there. Her knees weakened as she wondered if she was dreaming all of this or if it was real. Speechless, she took Bubba's arm as he offered it like a true gentleman, leaning on him for a bit as her legs were weaker than they had even been.

Samantha's perfect little dream popped when she noticed one of her friends, Elsian, passing her as he happily showed off his camera. Her eyes narrowed, watching the boy in suspicion, when acted like the drama queen he was. Before she could even wave at him, wand thief had already disappeared in the crowd, leaving the girl to worry about what he had done this time. The mischievous grin she had noticed on Elsian's face didn't promise anything good and it probably had something to do with the camera he has waved in the air for her to see.

She tried to shake off her worries, hoping whatever her friend had done wasn't too bad, and turned her attention towards Bubba. "It's so pretty here, don't you think? I love all the little references to the fairytales," she let her eyes scan the courtyard, looking for something interesting to talk about. "I have probably read all the fairytales ever made," she exaggerated in hopes to impress her date. "I just love reading them, do you like reading?"

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It felt like almost an instant before Rebecca grabbed Jannette's hand and dragged her through the ball, "OIIII!" She shrieks, a giggle escaping her lips. The ball now was basically packed at this point, and it seemed like every single student in existence was there! Heading onto the dance floor, the two would bump into random students, "Sorreh..." she said unapologetically, murmurs and snickers from the older students were common, but they were first years what were they expecting.

Going through the hectic dance floor, Jannette and Rebecca made it to the intended location. A wooden bucket filled with water and apples. The Applebottoms eyes began to light up with joy, as she knew exactly what this was.

"I promised apples, and I delivered apples, I trust you are familiar with the ancient and sacred art of Apple-Bobbing, considering your lineage."

The Niffler blows raspberry, while she has talked to her friends about her family, Apple-Bobbing was probably one of the oldest traditions that the Applebottoms celebrate! Usually, her older siblings would always win, and Jannette being one of the youngest sucked at the game. How the heck was she supposed to grab the darn apple with her mouth?! Does her family not know she still has baby teeth, it was totally unfair! "Familiar with i', hah! I's one o' dah oldes' tradi'ions in muh family y'know."¹ her tone was matter-of-factly, and it was true, she wondered how long that tradition was in her family, probably a bazillion, no, 2 bazillion years at this point.

"I myself am no stranger to the sport, and in fact, ten sickles says that I can get an apple in less than 15 seconds flat."

Was that a challenge? Jannette isn't afraid of challenges, especially if they are competitions. Crossing her arms, Jannette raises her brow, mirroring the boy with a smirk of her own. "An ahpple, in fifteen secon's?! HAH oi'd like t'see yah try. Ten sickles," She swipes her hand at him, chortling, "pfff dahs nothin' y'ave yerself a bet!"² Ten sickles wasn't a bad offer, her mother usually gives her a pretty hefty allowance, and half of the time she just uses the money to buy things from other people anyways. The only thing she really needed to worry about was not telling her mom that she is betting her money away. Getting closer to the wooden bucket, the Niffler starts to banter, "Good luhk, yer gonna need i'!~ I'll be coun'in'!!!~"³

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Reducio

1. "Familiar with it, hah! It's one of the oldest traditions in muh family you know."
2. "An apple, in fifteen seconds?! HAH I'd like to see you try! Ten sickles, pfff that's nothin' you have yourself a bet!"
3. "Good luck, you're gonna need it!~ I'll be counting!!!~"

Interacting
@Rebecca Loops

Jannette Applebottom
Inventory: Wand
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 4 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 8
Action: Taking on Rebecca's bet in Apple-Bobbing

What was Hadrian doing here? Well, this time round, most of his friends he knew had rather stay in the comforts of Ilvermorny that travel miles on miles to the Scottish castle. He hadn't wanted to go this time round to be honest, but his parents quite insisted that it was best he nad his betrothed be closer, as the impending joyous celebration of their marriage neared. He'd got some whisp of information that she was part of the committee organising this event, yet she couldn't find her anywhere. So he would wander to the table of feasts, and grab an apple among a few other snacks.

However, he could find another one of his interests in the crowd, loud and jubilant in colourful ensemble likely inspired by the tales of alice in wonderland. Hadrian approached, despite her being in a crowd of friends. Hadrian couldn't quite care less about them. "Hey, Cece- Nice outfit, looks great on you." He complimented. The tall ilvermorny would snatch her blue hat, placing it on his own head - where she would not be tall enough to reach. "Though you wouldn't be considered a mad hatter without a hat I suppose... just mad," He teased the durmstrang girl. If she tried to reclaim back her hat, he would merely laugh.

Languages: Portuguese & English

“One need not have taste to say the obvious,” A somewhat empty platitude, but such was the way of things at balls. Ingratiate, charm and smarm. Raul was good enough at the last of those three, it was the former two he often found himself struggling with.

Still, he felt he’d at least made a passable first impression. Perhaps having etiquette drilled into him for years had paid off finally. Boe had always been so much better at actually making good impressions, Raul was used to playing the part of a bad actor, the dark knight his elder brother could vanquish. Trying to actually befriend people without first being introduced by their parents at a pureblooded function was utterly foreign to him. But, he supposed, the situation he was in was quite literally foreign. Most of the students were speaking in English, and he could not bring himself to attempt to understand what they were saying with his pitiful grasp of that bastard tongue.

Spanish, at least, he could comprehend. The arrival of one of the younger students saw Raul shift his attention away from one girl and toward the other. With practised motions, he would take her hand, placing a chaste kiss upon her finger.

“Raul Mirales Correa, the pleasure is all mine,” Would come his answer, before he added to Soraia’s own comment, “She is right you know, your dress is quite lovely.”

It was only after he spoke that he realised it was only now that he’d properly caught the other girl’s name, and with a forced chuckle, he turned his attention back to Soraia, “I suppose, we missed that step, no?”

Boe wouldn’t have, he cursed internally.

Of course, all good things needed to come to an end. And the arrival of one of the Durmstrang students seemed to herald that end. Raul recognised her vaguely as the one who had engaged in plate-based combat with Agata, although he did not know her name. Nor did he understand what she was saying. On any other day, he supposed he would have tried to make nice, but the well had truly been poisoned already with respect to Durmstrang. There was no point in attempting to court her good graces.

Turning his attention to his schoolmates, Raul would sigh, “What is she saying?”

@Lucinia Thawin @Beatrice Langstreth @Ivy Bellamy

p e a e l e n a f o w l . | fall ball 2022

house. slytherin | ency. ✕ | flower crown. ✕ | speaking. #ffffff | voice claim. >:)

Her body tensed up as the boy first excuse for his disrespectful attitude are, “better late than never.” If the people aren't surrounding the area, she probably would choke Alec here and there. But- for now, it doesn't seem like a very elegant attitude of hers. "Really- That is your excuse!?" instead she replies with a rather loud voice, gathering the attention of the others without violence. "I HAVE WAITED FOR HOURS!" The girl who is only merely 5'0ft in height screeches dramatically at her date who is actually much taller than her. "It is a fairly simple task Alec- JUST TO SHOW UP. See just like I am doing now, not hard right?" Pea flails her arms as she shows Alec just how easy it is to be on time for their date. To be honest, she didn't know why she is this angry. She just wanted to scream- and Alec is the closest person she can scream to. And now she just wanted to be angry. Angry at him, angry at herself for being angry, angry at this damn ball. The curly-haired boy just averted his gaze and looks a little embarrassed. He doesn't have the right to be embarrassed after what he did, well actually maybe it is good that he feels embarrassed so that he knows that this is an unacceptable behavior to do to her. Until finally, he uttered "Sorry," It was there that the white-haired about to do another round of screeches but saving himself, he continued. “I know it was important, I should have been there,” Then his averted gaze started to finally move towards hers. "but I'll make it up to you. I promise.” before giving her a bouquet of white roses. Pea looks at the white roses, the same white roses he gave her at the abandoned toilet. The same roses that her aunt use to plant in their garden.

The white-haired girl sighed, her sharp gaze softening. Pea grabs the bouquet still pouting but it looks like Alec has put down the fire.. for now. Although Pea rolls her eyes at his promise of 'making it up for her'. She could hear his empty promises miles away. But Pea looks at Alec again this time her eyes turn back to her usual sparkle. "How are you planning of making it up to me?" She said lazily like she didn't expect much from him. Although, the ugly creases on her face from anger are starting to disappear. But still not completely. Her chest still feels odd and heavy. Like a huge load of anger still trapped inside her cold heart. Today is not starting as well as she thought. Maybe it was the doubt that she had been feeling earlier resurfaced. Doubts about the boy standing in front of her. The empty void in her heart after losing the most important person in her life. She thought Alec could fill them, but she guessed- he is not enough.

But for now- let's just go to this ball and look like nothing is happening. Fake it until you make it right?

Interacting : @Alec Mason
Mentioning :
Action : Arguing with Alec then start walking around the ball
Post Tracker : X | X

As he looked at Eun-ji's happy face, he could no longer remember the strange apprehension he had. He made her happy, which was more than enough reason to show up. They would exchange playful banter, her wit and considerate nature in no way altered by her elaborate attire. "Your grandmother made this? She must be an accomplished seamstress."

To her next few comments, he would simply nod along, since they seemed to be of the same mind as usual. He would instead be intent to hear her thoughts on their next move, and was glad she was just as interested as he was to get to the dancing. His smile would widen, even embarrassingly so, as he would need to look away. Usually he would cover such an unabashed smile, it was a reflex he held onto from childhood, where extreme emotion was a weakness and vulnerability was a trap. This time, one arm was occupied with hers, and the other gingerly came to lay upon both, as if he thought she might blow away if he did not hold on tightly.

"Perfect. I think if you'll indulge this novice in a dance, you deserve to see the petting zoo. I'm not allergic, after all, I am warming to them." This would naturally lead to him pivoting to the dance floor, needing only to navigate around some other ball attendees before they arrived. "Thankfully I didn't come here with an empty stomach. I think I could find an appetite if it was your cooking, though."

Flash was blindly unaware of the heavy flattery that issued from him in Eun-ji's presence. It was unintentional, even instinctual. He was so fond of her, and felt the constant pull to let it be known. After all, he was himself a fool for flattery, and knew how good he felt when another was as affectionate with him. When he was younger, this overbearing love he felt for others ended up causing him a great deal of pain. Since then, he had been a great deal more selective about who was allowed to see that soft side of him, and most of his closest friends were used to the purple prose that he began to spout when romanticism overtook him. It would be hard for him to distinguish how different it was with her. Thoughts of intimacy with another person had been deeply buried, as if dead. If it was hard to get him to open up to friendship, getting him to accept love would be nearly impossible. A young boy can only be betrayed so many times before he throws away the key.

Once they unlocked their arms though, they would naturally readjust to a dancing position. They had both done waltzes plenty of times in their life, so could find the spots their hands rested upon in their sleep. Still, Flash now felt awkwardly tall, and despite having held Eun-ji before, his heartbeat became unbearable. Laughing nervously, Flash would feel utterly ridiculous to be made bashful by something that ought to have been routine. Around him, the rest of the world didn't exist.

"Sorry, here."

Flash would apologize for his laugh shortly, before beginning the dance. Once it got started, the familiar rhythm was easy to get into. It was meant to be simple, to allow one to blend into the music. He could forget everything that was ever wrong, and let go.

Keith was having a great time tonight. As he was dancing with Dove she rested her head on his shoulder. Keith was really calm, and it surprised him. He had danced with girls before, his parents held balls and they had him dance with other pure-blood girls. He pushed that thought away, right now it was just him and Dove, and he wanted to dance the night away, with his friend, the girl he cried with and the one he hoped would be his friend for a long while.

Keith quickly got the hang of dancing, it had been a while since he had gone to a ball. He was happy that he had noticed Dove. She looked very pretty, with her angel wings and white gloves.

Keith noticed Dove's face turn a bright shade of pink when he called her an angel. He hadn't meant to, well he kinda had, but he was... "Oh forget it, thinking is apparently something you can't do." He smiled, and Dove said she would happily go to the petting zoo.

Keith looked around, Colin had said earlier that he wanted to go later that night, but he seemed busy talking to someone, so Keith would leave him be. Maybe he would go with Clair, "They would look great together." Keith thought.

Dove took his hand and Keith began walking towards the way to the petting zoo thing.

Action: Leaving for the petting zoo thing

Wc: -234- Interacting with: @Dove Peregrine Mentioning: @Colin McCoire

What was with magic, anyway? Yefim was perfect, there was no doubt about that, but for some reason his spells only worked maybe half of the time. Maybe his powerful chaos energy was messing with the magic. Who knows, there had to be some explanation. Whatever it was, it would lead to Yefim looking at his wand with some minor confusion, and a 'what gives?' face. It would take milliseconds for the little noid to start buzzing and beeping further with some deluded self-righteous garbage (ignore the hypocrisy) and it was sincerely getting on his nerves.

[”Felya, this isn't a little kid.”] Instead of talking to her, or acknowledging her timid, frightened deer of a date, he would turn to his white-haired compatriot. [”This is a pest.”]

With that and no other warning, Yefim would begin thwacking the little gnat over the head with his wand. It wasn't something that he put full force into, more the kind of quick and short smacks one might do to annoy one's younger siblings. SmackSmackSmackSmack the barrage would not stop until she either fought him off, admitted he was right, or walked away. Of course, Felix could intervene as well, but how confident was he to go against his body guard when the girl wasn't even grateful? Also, where was Erin? He had started to go look for her, but then this little bug kept flying in his face talking nonsense about him not being amazing. Obviously he was incredibly amazing.