Faerietale Endings Fall Ball 2022 Locked

Fall Ball Partner: @Hannah Blossom

Stamina: 8 Evasion: 6 Strength: 3 Wisdom: 7 Arcane Power: 6 Accuracy:5
Items: A Stopwatch, Wand, Mad Hatter Hat

"Hi Hannah," He grinned revealing the small gap between his two large front teeth. He held up the red-painted white rose bouquet he held behind his back as a surprise. He wondered if she would know that he was the Mad Hatter or not, hopefully she would.
"Hi Edward! I love your costume, it's very creative. Mad Hatter right?"
"Yes! Glad you knew!"
After he had given her the bouquet of roses, he decided to ask 2 questions.
"Thank you!" Hannah said and continued. "These look lovely!"
"I love your costume or uh... outfit! Is it Hobbit?" He asked curiously, his crazy green contacts piercing her. He grinned at her.
"Yes, it is." she responded. "I love your hat it's..." Hannah paused for a bit, either for dramatic effect or she was trying to find the right word, Edward smiled.
"Marvelous!" the word flew from her mouth. "Did you make it yourself? It's wonderful!"
"Yes actually! I made the whole outfit!" He smiled happily, he was glad she liked his costume. "Took I think... 4 months? I'm very glad you like it!"
He looked around the fall ball, he saw that everyone as getting ready to dance, he smiled holding out his arm to Hannah, bowing lightly like a gentlemen.
"May I have this dance?" he smiled from beneath the brim of his dusty-brown, ornate hat.
"Of course!" She said without hesitation, Edward took her hand and led her to the dance floor. To be with the up most honesty, Edward was an amazing dancer, though if you asked he would shake his head and say Im no good at all! The truth was he could, though he was self-taught like a many number of things. His specialty was tap-dance, of course he wasn't perfect but he was good. Edward was having the time of his life dancing with Hannah, buy before they knew it the music slowed down from folksy to slow and dark. Edward knew what that meant, he adjusted his hat on his crazy red hair.
"Next dance is the waltz," He smiled.

───── A steady stream of ball-goers moved through the courtyard, every so often glancing in confusion at the girl sitting on the side of the fountain, looking miserable as ever. Faye never once looked up to spot the faces of the people around her, most of the time she had her eyes directly on the fountain behind her, wondering what would happen if she poked one of the floating statues, or just completely grabbed it out of the water.

She turned her head around, hair whipping around her shoulders like she was in some sort of shampoo advert (god, she's really kept up her hair care recently ever since the copious hair dye damaged her hair beyond thought, hasn't she?) just in time to spot her date make her way towards her. A smirk graced the Ravenclaw's face as she leaned back as far as she could go, hands placed flat on the fountain's edge around her, legs crossed underneath the layers and layers of tulle. She made eye contact with Regina.

"I've been sat here waitin' for you! What on earth do you think you're doin', ditching your date? Leavin' her all alone? You're certainly something, Regina Miller, I'll give you that."

Her smirk deepened as she stood from the fountain, heeled shoes making her nearly as tall as the Gryffindor. The words was laced with flirtatious sarcasm, a dark twinkle in her eyes. There wasn't a single trace of malice in her speech. She looked Regina up and down, eyes widening slightly.

"You look stellar, like."" Faye reached out and took a bit of Regina's cape in her hand, holding it up at shoulder length and dropping it, watching as it fell naturally back down around the dress. She giggled slightly "So fancy."

Reaching up, Faye delicately began to twist her blonde hair around one finger, eyes wandering to the side of Regina, unfocused, lips pouted slightly, waiting for her date to suggest something vaguely interesting, or compliment her. Both worked.

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Walking closer, it seemed as though Hiro's attention was captivated by something else. Slowing her pace, Monica started wondering if he actually wanted to come over... What would Bea and Skraele think? After all she had thought, imagined, was it all just that? Wishful thinking?

Her feet dragged more... her ambitions dropped, but just as she was about to fully stop in her tracks, Hiro re-appeared, even apologizing for his distractions. He came over, wearing a smile on his face, but he suddenly seemed...off.

There was something about him that wasn't his usual self, but Monica couldn't quite place it. The boy began to speak a mile a minute, jumping from enjoying the night, to dancing, to the petting zoo... Monica could nearly keep the conversation straight. She looked back to her friends, giving them a look of 'should we leave?' to see if they noticed the odd behaviour as well, just as Hiro called her Pretty. Monica's head snapped back towards him, her cheeks growing rosie read... was he simply just nervous, was it because she brought her friends with her to say hi to him?

Monica smiled and opened her mouth to reply... or at least try to replay to all of his ideas for the evening, "I'm sure we can have time to do all of that..." She looked down at her dress, and feeling quite pretty herself in it before meeting his eyes once again, "Thank you... we took a whole evening to pick out our dresses." Before Monica could say anything else, Hiro said, "I'm pretty happy tonight! Let's make the night even happier!" And grabbed her hand without warning... Monica looked back as Bea and Skraele got smaller and smaller in her view. Where on earth was Hiro taking her? Why was he also ignoring her friends that was with her? Of course Monica wanted to spend time with him, but this seemed rather odd, but oh well she was going where ever his hand lead her, she looked back at her distancing friends and called out to them, "Um.... SORRY... I'll catch up with you guys I promise!"

Monica felt rather embarrassed. Yes she had mentioned Hiro to the girls before, and sure they gave their blessing for her to go and spend time with him, but she thought she would have had more time to at least spend with Bea and Skraele first.... Her only hope was that they would understand, and that Monica could catch up with them later on.

She turned forward to Hiro as he lead her through the crowd of the dance, "So where are we going to make this night even... ah...happier?" Monica asked as she was dragged out of the Ball area.

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Action:
Chats with Hiro, before being dragged out of the ball area to who knows where.

OPEN TO INTERACTION

| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Beatrice Langstreth | @Skraele Valasse | Hiro (@Kim Sato's iNPC)

Russian: ✕ | Thoughts: ✕ | English: ✕
iNPC: Maskim Levin

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His mind was a jumbled mess, on the one hand he felt like everything was wrong, ever small noise, every sniffle from a passer by sent his senses haywire... but on the other hand, He felt...enthralled in this girl he had bumped into. How could an evening be so wonderful, yet the most horrendous thing at the same time.

Walking alongside Monet, the only thing that kept his mind straight was her voice, it was soothing to his chaotic state. She let out a sigh before explaining about her mother getting a new job which caused her move. He placed his hands in his pockets, as his stride mimicked hers in perfect succession, "Do you ever wonder what your life would have been like, growing up in your mother country? Or have you adopted South America as your home residence?" Even though there was no way his Father would ever force Maksim to move out of Russia, it was something he thought of often. If he grew up to be a famous quidditch player like his father, he would have to be away from Russia a lot... He would of course do that, it was part of the job, but he would always carry Russia in his heart... Did Monet carry Spain?

The conversation trailed on, following Maksim's question about playing any sports, Monet perked up and quickly talked about her spot on the quidditch team. "Девушка после моего собственного сердца."Ah a girl after my own heartHe spoke in Russian, filled with such joy that she not only held a bright head on her shoulders, but also loved the game that set a fire in his own heart. "First string chaser." He pointed to himself, "So not a duellist, but I was right about you being fierce... only the steadiest and strongest flyers can be beaters." He smiled at her, the moon lighting up her eyes, he felt his hand drift closer to hers as they walked. Just as his pinky graced her palm, he jerked his hand away, pulling back his hair off his face, even though it hadn't fallen on his face. He glanced over... did she feel that? Perhaps she just thought it was a mistake? Just a sign they were walking too close.... yes that was it, they were walking too close!

He began to drift a little further from her, hoping that she didn't think him odd....This was ridiculous! Why would he care what she thought of him? He never worried about such things before? What was wrong with him this evening?! Her question about summer snapped him out of it, "Ah no I didn't go to summer camp, my father was very busy with training, and needed me at home. But he took me out with him a few times to help train me for my own quidditch team, so it was a summer well spent anyways...." He took a pause before adding, "Shame I didn't get to run into you then." Was that too much? Why was everything a second guess in his mind?

They finally got closer to the refreshments, they couldn't have gotten there soon enough. Everything Maksim did brought more doubt and worry to his ideal soirée. Monet picked two goblets from the table, handing one of them to Maksim, adding a comment about having a reason to cheer for his team now, "I am so looking forward to putting the British in their place... well and all the other compete for that matter. Most schools overlook us in Russia for being small, but the truth is we have quality over quantity. It's about time we made our mark during one of these tournaments." He held his goblet, looking into the liquid as it swirled around in the cup... His reflection staring back at him... He looked back up at Monet... did she think he was incapable to get his own drink? Why did she serve him? Did she do something to this chalets? To avoid her getting an upper leg on him, he held off drinking from the cup, just until he knew she wasn't trying to pull anything.

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Action:
Walking to the refreshments with Monet, Takes the Goblet from her but worries she is up to something so doesn't drink it.

Open to Interactions

| Interacting with |
|Monet Navarro-Gallay (@June Selwyn's iNPC) |

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Competition was always something Jannette enjoyed, and she'll even take things a little too far just to win. As Rebecca put his head into the wooden tub, Jannette looked at the ground and got an apple from the ground, looking at him, and being in full competition, Jannette decided to speed-talk. "ONE-TWO-T'REE...!" She said quickly, trying to get to fifteen as soon as possible! "ELLEVEN-TWUEHLVE!" And right at twelve, the boy got up, an apple in his mouth. "WHA'... 'OW?! DAH NOH' FAIR...!"¹ She exclaims, her arms crossed and face now pouty.

"That'll be ten sickles, Jannette,"

Oh god, even the way he bites into the apple sounded pretentious. Sure the girl might've lost and yeah she did kinda cheat, but still, it wasn't fair! Jannette let out a frustrated whine, "Foooinnee, foooiinnee... Ten sicklehs, ten sicklehs."² The Niffler takes a bite of the apple, her free hand going through her pockets and pretending to see if she had any money. Taking a bite of her apple, the apple tasted a little too sour, but nothing too unbearable. As bits of the apple fell from her mouth, the Niffler spoke to the boy. "Mmm, oihh dohnn' 'avve any Sihkles BUH' oi dohhh 'avve an apple... catch!"³ Jannette tosses it over to the boy.

"Your turn now, Applebottom! Care to try and beat me? Or would it be better to surrender now? I mean it would be a little embarrassing for you if you got outclassed in apple-bobbing, but if you already know you're beaten I'd understand completely, though your family might disown you or something in shame."

The brunette was taken aback a little by the comment. Sure it was a little teasing but disowning, impossible. "Noooo -- they wouldn' disown meahsd!" She spoke, a little bit of gibberish coming out of her mouth. As she got over to the bucket, Violet showed up next to the two, killing it of course with her outfit!

“Hey both of you! Jannette! You seem better now, which I am glad about, might I ask what happened?”

"Hyvialletdssimdoinfoiansdeoigtstooduabssfisomegfuy" She blabbed, pulling her head back as she made a weird look. What in Merlin was she saying, so she repeated herself. "Hyvialletdssimdoinfoiansdeoigtstooduabssfisomegfuy!" She'd stammer, an exhale leaving her mouth in frustration, "lsjdfhfgeelwosjsbdfntene!" 'Wait, what's going on, why can't I speak?!' "salslsjeheeenssaapeienene!" She'd look to Violet, and Rebecca her eyes growing wide, "wismsjakalaoershdsjhfhgdsha..." Jannette would then wave her hands like a mad woman, she'd scream at the top of her lungs, crying for help as she'd hop up and down frantically like a rabbit. "LAOPWPOEJENSAMANSEEE! HELSJHGAPPPMAEEEEHSAAASJDHEEE!!!"

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1. "WHAT... HOW?! THAT'S NOT FAIR...!"
2. "Finnee, finnee... Ten sickles, ten sickles."
3. "Mmm, I don't 'have any Sickles BUT I do have an apple... catch!"

Interacting
@Rebecca Loops
@Violet Grace

Jannette Applebottom
Inventory: Wand
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 4 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 8
Action: Talking to Rebecca and Violet [Effect: Gibberish Potion]

French
English
Word count: 223/200

Both he and Eloise remembered all of the steps to the dances. He felt that Eloise did not really want to be there and he brought that up. He was worried that she was upset or uncomfortable, and for his darling he could not allow that. she of all people should not be worried or concerned about anything - she’s perfect I wonder what’s worrying her? he thought, in the typical way of a boy in love and concerned about his darling.
She brushed it off, saying that it just reminded her of the ball two years past.
wouldn’t mind getting food or going to the petting zoo… ohh the zoo! But we should get some food
Lloyd smiled and said “How about we grab something quickly and take it to the zoo- we can eat while we are walking? Unless you would like to sit and eat?”
He did not notice that she had not directly answered his question. He was too excited about the food, which he was internally debating on what to get.
“We should probably get some food before it’s all gone- I know it won’t last all night, especially with everyone so active, dancing and exploring.”
With that Lloyd held out his arm to lead Eloise over to the food before they headed out to the Petting Zoo.

@Astoria Swann as her iNPC Eloise Duciel

Interactions	Inventory
Eloise Duciel	Wand,, other miscellaneous stuff

Open to interactions

Lloyd will exit if Eloise chooses to. He follows her, and I forgot to owl Astor’s about this

The Fall Ball 2022

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Action: leaving for the Save your date (with @Kim Sato)

⇩ inventory ⇩	⇩ mentions ⇩
wand, other miscellaneous stuff that I don’t remember I’m forgetting what I said sorry	@Marcel Wheatley

For Mod: Screenshot of "Much Mustachio Ring" in trunk available upon request.

Click at your own risk

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@Percival Grey

Quinn was a busy lad. So much had happened, and so much was still to come. His family life finally stabilized and after an intensive if short stint away from Hogwarts for medical reasons. He was finally feeling like himself once again. He was feeling so much like himself that once he heard about the ball, despite Nico being unable to attend he decided to go anyway. He enlisted the help of some of his closest friends in Hufflepuff to help after he told them what he was going after. It was a terrifying story from his homeland and one he adored since being a wee babe...or as far as he could remember really.

After much begging, plenty of favors, and a few promises he had his outfit properly fitted for his impressive size of 11 foot and 6 inch frame. Now for one of the hardest parts, the make up and hair styling. He took care of the beard care, his grandfathers really drilled proper beard care, shaping, and shaving into him. It was brutal but well worth it. With the help of the color changing charm he turned his hair a pitch black. One George Henry helped with his nails, hair, and make up adding some nice touches with subtle sparkles.

George of course had other things to do so Quinn continued to get ready and then once feeling confident and like his other selves would behave he grabbed his special little gift and his wand of course. With an almost evil smirk befitting the character he was dressed as he strode with sheer confidence to where the ball was being held this year. "Mo chuisle...I wish you were here." Perhaps he had been reading far too much poetry again. He went as far to really dive into some Edgar Allen Poe to put him in the darker mood, speech wise. Going as far at to consciously watch his normally thick accent.

Entering the ball he looked around, his astonishingly blue eyes like ocean jewels. Sharp and scanning the ball. To say he stood out was an understatement. Beware all, the terrifying Abhartach had arrived. Careful of who he'd bump into, the 11 foot 6 inch Part Giant strode through the ball curious of what trouble he'd get up to and if his nemesis was anywhere in sight.

Mentions: @George Henry and @Erin Ryan
Open to Interactions

Fall Ball Partner: @Hannah Blossom

Stamina: 8 Evasion: 6 Strength: 3 Wisdom: 7 Arcane Power: 6 Accuracy:5
Items: A Stopwatch, Wand, Mad Hatter Hat

"Marvelous!" the word flew from her mouth. "Did you make it yourself? It's wonderful!"
"Yes actually! I made the whole outfit!" He smiled happily, he was glad she liked his costume. "Took I think... 4 months? I'm very glad you like it!"
He looked around the fall ball, he saw that everyone as getting ready to dance, he smiled holding out his arm to Hannah, bowing lightly like a gentlemen.
"May I have this dance?" he smiled from beneath the brim of his dusty-brown, ornate hat.
"Of course!" She said without hesitation, Edward took her hand and led her to the dance floor. To be with the up most honesty, Edward was an amazing dancer, though if you asked he would shake his head and say I'm no good at all! The truth was he could, though he was self-taught like a many number of things. His specialty was tap-dance, of course he wasn't perfect but he was good. Edward was having the time of his life dancing with Hannah, buy before they knew it the music slowed down from folksy to slow and dark. Edward knew what that meant, he adjusted his hat on his crazy red hair.
"Next dance is the waltz," He smiled, she grinned back. She seemed so bright and light, like she had not a care in the world, she looked not a bit nervous. That made Edward happier, it just happens so quickly with the right people, happiness is just like a good virus. They got into position to waltz, Edward made sure to do the best he could, he didn't want to step on her toes like he had seen so many times on Television! Hannah closed her eyes, she looked peaceful and she danced as light as a feather, it was as if the music had swept her away to another world, another place, like wonderland. Edward closed his eyes as well to see what it was like, it was like the music was a whole other place itself, it was absolutely spectacular how with only one sense a whole world that filled all the others could be created. Before they both knew it the song had ended, Edward opened his eyes coming back from his head in the clouds, He blinked and looked Hannah. He smiled at her, then his stomach protested at him, I'M HANGRY! Oops.. It sounded like a little beast, it definitely had a mind of it's own. He let his gaze drift over to the table with all types of treats and games, including bobbing for apples. He looked back at Hannah beaming.
"Do you want to go get something to eat?" He hoped she would say yes...