Magical Masquerade: the actual ball Closed

January 7th 2024

Dialogue
English: #e22400
Spanish: #fdc700

Stats: Sta 4 Eva 6 Str 3 Wis 8 Arc 6 Acc 8
Abilities: None yet
Trunk

"No. Actually, I was going to go with someone, but she was busy so I don't have a partner."
My heart did a somersault, it would be nice to have a friend to hang around at the ball. I trudged behind Victoria into the Spring Masquerade. We passed through an archway with stunning wreaths. The trees formed a oval wall around the Ball, blocking the Castle from view. In the middle there was a large open space for dancing.
My eyes wandered to the tables filled with delicious sweets and refreshing drinks. I licked my dry lips, I could use a cold drink to refresh myself.

"It looks very nice. Isn't it a great theme for spring? Look, these cherry blossoms. They are mostly found in Japan and their blooming seasons vary from country to country. They are also known as Sakura flowers. Look at those Magnolia flowers. It's nice to see them in different colours." Victoria was saying.
"Yeah, it's very nice." I replied.
I heard a small squeak from the mouse when he saw the food on the table.
"Vick is hungry. Would you like to come to their dinner table?" she asked noticing this.
"Sure, I was thinking about getting a drink anyways." I said.
I walked over to the table with Victoria. Most of the drinks there were too fancy for my taste, so got myself a bottle of fruit punch. Plain. Victoria, however did not get a drink. She placed her rat on the table and went an array of animal masks floating in the air. Vic replaced her old one with a cat mask and the moment she put it on, she started to rise into the air.
"Wow, I think we found the oddity of this ball." she said still floating.
"Ale, come on, this is so much fun." she called cheerfully. It looked so much fun. I swapped my own mask with a Fox mask and levitated into the air. Now I've ridden on a broomstick before and that kind of flying was completly different from this. I felt as light as a feather. I soon realised that I had just left a mouse all by itself on a table full of food.
"Umm... do you think Vick is sensible enough to not cause trouble? I just left him all by himself on a table full of food. I said sheepishly.

Action: Floating around with Vic and realising he's just left a hungry mouse at the food table.

WC: 399/200 Tags: @Victoria Lena Jones

Attire:

Reducio

Action:

Reducio

Talking to Greta Fransson

Interactions:

Reducio

@Evelyn Decipio

Stats:

Reducio

Stamina:4 | Evasion:5 | Strength:3 | Wisdom:7 | Arcane Power:9 | Accuracy:7

Anthony was approached by an interestingly looking blond haired female student. He noticed that she was wearing a nice blue dress which he looked on in admiration. She had an interesting accent that made it difficult for Anthony to understand her, he could make out the words Hello, Eat, Mask, I'm Greta, Student of Durmstrang, Brothers here, Not Here, Food is good, & Your Name? Thankfully, Anthony was able to assume that she was proceeding into introductions. She did in fact look much older than Anthony, at least 4th year or perhaps even older. Nevertheless, Anthony proceeded to respond in kind. "Oh, um hello. Greta was it?" He said as he extended his arm for a handshake. "I'm Anthony. Anthony Kingsmage. I assume you are not from around here right. You're from Durmstrang, a wizarding school in... Somewhere in Europe?" He asked, trying not to look nervous.
Thankfully, a warm rush of confidence fell over him. "Yes, the food is indeed good. I was just snacking on a couple of things. You are from Durmstrang right? That's just how everything seemed with how you said everything, and I have never met students outside of Hogwarts before so I am very curious about other schools, Durmstrang especially since it did seem like an interesting school." He noticed and stopped himself from rambling on and just awaited her response. Almost forgetting that he still had his hand out to greet her in a handshake...

ACTION:
Talking and dancing with Kaya Bennett.

STAMINA: 9 | EVASION: 9 | STRENGTH: 3 | WISDOM: 4 | ARCPOWER: 3 | ACCURACY: 7
ABILITIES: Keeper's Catch
INVENTORY: Wand, Black handkerchief

Date: April 13th 4pmish

Mentions/Interactions: @Kaitlyn Connor and open for interactions!

Word Count: 204/200

OOC Notes: Reducio Speaking: b38900 Thinking: Italics

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Outfit: Reducio Mask: Reducio Action: Becoming confused and reckless and trying to figure out what is going on Stats: stamina: 4|evasion: 7|strength: 1|wisdom: 7| arcane power: 8|accuracy: 3 Abilities: Metamorphmagus Trunk: Accio!

@Winnie Harper

Attire: Clothing and Mask

For a few moments their eyes locked and stared at each other in silent judgment. Winnie had always been a strange character, but deep down Percival knew she was more than the persona she put on. Casually, he'd let Winnie come closer and put a hand on his shoulder before gently locking hands with hers. Gray was no stranger to dancing, and it wasn't long until Percy took the first step for their impromptu pairing.

"No... it isn't" the Slytherin said at first, his thoughts almost instantly remembering who that particular prick could be "On a day like this you deserve better. He doesn't serve you and if I was in your shoes I wouldn't want to see him again" Gray suggested as they weaved around fellow dancers who were doing equally as well as they were. He wasn't expecting to be dancing tonight at all, but considering how there wasn't much chaos yet things were seemingly going well for now.

"Hey, I don't mind. I planned to just hang around and not do much anyway, considering how bad these kinds of events go nowadays..." offering a momentary smile, his light blue eyes found hers once more. Gray knew Winnie was Irish, if anything the account gave it away straight away. He was also well versed in the language due to his mother teaching him from a young age. If anything was going to keep her curious it was someone speaking in their native tongue.

"Conas atá mo rince? Is cosúil go bhfuil ag éirí go maith leat."

ROLEPLAYING AS BEAUXBATONS iNPC AURÉLIE NATHALIE DUVAL

@Emily Shephard open to interactions

sta 6 | eva 5 | str 6 | wis 6 | arc 5 | acc 7 fearless

french | english | thoughts | others

action. grabbing a drink

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Aurélie hesitated as the girl seemed to stutter with her response. Finally, she introduced herself as Emily, and the French girl gave her a large smile of encouragement to keep going. Eventually, the girl continued, asking Aurélie if she had a date to the ball.

Aurélie laughed. Her grandparents, formal as ever, would've wanted her to have a date, especially one who understood the customs and formalities that she'd been taught. But she didn't want one, she wanted to float around and meet new people. She wanted to approach people who needed company, like Emily, and her grandparents couldn't do anything while she was at Beauxbatons, let alone Hogwarts.

"No, no, I have no one accompanying me. I like to enjoy the company of new people each time I come to Hogwarts, and a date wouldn't allow me to do that." Aurélie explained. She'd only ever been to Hogwarts one other time, but she'd done just as she had this time. She'd met someone new as she'd floated around. "Enchantée, Emily." Nice to meet you, Emily.

Aurélie looked around at everything once more. There were so many others to speak to, so much to do, but she wasn't quite done getting to know Emily yet, was she? No, she would spend more time with the Hogwarts girl before moving on if they didn't get along.

Grinning, she gestured to the tables of food and drink. "Would you like to come grab a drink with me? If you do not have a date of your own?" Aurélie was pretty sure that Emily didn't have a date, but she wasn't a hundred percent sure. If the other girl allowed, Aurélie would loop her arm through hers and pull her along to the refreshments table before grabbing something to drink for herself and her new acquaintance.

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OUTFIT

Reducio

Getting Acquainted with @Aurélie Duval @Ophelia Northwell

Emily was quite surprised at Aurélie's response. She had no date by her own volition. If Emily had been in her shoes and turned up to one of Emily's parents' parties she surely would've been given an earful yet Emily found herself beaming at her confidence. She admired it immensely. She held her hand out for Aurélie to shake, returning her greeting.

"Enchantée Aurélie...!" She responded politely. She was resisting the urge not to laugh at her own terrible French accent. Emily was no stranger to the language - she actually loved languages and actively studied them back home, though her slight Belfast accent didn't give them the nice silky finesse that other accents had - French was no exception.

Even though minutes had passed the venue was filling up quickly as more students came in through the gates. The sounds of conversations bounced around the room, slowly but surely becoming loud enough to drown out Emily and Aurélie's voices.

At Aurélie's mention of getting drinks Emily smiled and nodded. She could do with something to take the edge off after a rocky start to her night. "I'd love to!"

She took a couple steps in the direction of the refreshments table, hoping Aurélie would still be content to let her tag along.

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Outfit: Reducio "English"|Thoughts

13/04/24 OOC Note: Reducio Abilities: Charmer | Fearless

Amber grimaced as she got up but shrugged it off. The girl who had accidentally crashed into her was bright red. I gave her a smile. "Hey, it's perfectly fine! Well- hmm... I don't have glasses so I suppose you'll have to stick with me so you don't bump into anyone else!" I exclaimed.
I giggled, well after all she had been looking for a partner, or someone to talk to during the ball. She would not go with a date this time. This time it was her friends only ball.
The girl who I learned was named Nellie introduced herself. She also agreed to get some food so I was happy. As we began to walk over to the drinks and food, I started to talk once again.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Nellie! Well, I was going to ask you if you could show me around now, or after the ball, but I suppose you need your glasses... That's alright!" I said, "Another time. I mean I have been here before, probably before you as you said you are a first year and I came her last year, but I you probably know more considering you practically live here."
Amber realized she was kind of rambling to she stopped. I picked up a drink and some food as well and gobbled it down realizing I was kind of hungry. And then we continued the conversation.
Through a bite full of food, because she was hungry she replied to Nellie's question, "Yes I do love North America but more than that I love traveling so coming here is always fun. I do wish to explore more countries though. How about you, do you love Hogwarts and Europe? And do you like traveling?" I asked.
I was kind of excited to talk to her as it seemed she almost knew my interests. The fact that we could talk about traveling and adventures. The two things Amber loved the most. Well, besides pranking of course. Maybe I could get some tips from her. Or even better, a new friend and a new travel spot.

sta 7 • eva 7 • str 8 • wis 6 • arc 6 • acc 7
Charmer | Fearless
Open to interactions!

Word Count: 355/200

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Interacting: @Percival Gray

Outfit: ✿ | ✿ | ✿

Mentioning: @

English | Irish

As his words washed over her, Winnie found herself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "I..." His kindness stirred something within her, prompting a wave of self doubt to crash against the shores of her mind. She had to wonder if she did deserve better. Had she not just stormed away after Mathias had tried to explain why he was caught kissing another girl? She had left her weak limbed boyfriend alone to defend himself, what if there were bullies--...

Why was it that ten seconds ago she was complaining about Matt but now she wanted to rush to defend him? "It's complicated..." She shook her head, her gaze falling to the floor momentarily to watch their feet. "He's never done anything like this before... I don't... I don't think? I-It's not like I'm the perfect girlfriend either..." As she pulled her gaze back to her dance partner, her brows furrowed. She had a sinking feeling in her gut as she said this, and an odd feeling of déjà vu that she couldn't quite place her finger on. "Thank you, for being my escape."

A flicker of surprise crossed Winnie's features when the mystery man spoke to her in her native tongue. Her face quickly lit up with excitement as she responded back, though she stumbled over her words a bit since she hadn't really spoken Irish since Winter break. "Fan, tá Gaeilge agat?" "Wait, you speak Irish?"

As they danced, Winnie found herself growing more at ease in the stranger's presence, it was comforting even. When she'd first arrived at Hogwarts she had hardly known how to dance without stepping on her partner's foot, but considering the sheer amount of balls the school seemed to host, it was something she had picked up fairly easy over time. "Go raibh maith agat. Is rinceoir an-mhaith thú, an raibh ceachtanna agat?" Thank you. You're a very good dancer, have you had lessons?

"Oh! I just realized I never introduced myself... I'm Winnie Harper." she added, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Open to Interactions English || Russian

April 13, 2024 - Masquerade Ball

As the two made their way to the Quidditch Stadium, no words passed between them. It was probably just as well. That might normally have been awkward for most people, but Stephen had been told more times than once that he could charm a snake out of a tree, so there generally were no awkward silences when he was around. His mind wasn’t really on the fellow walking next to him anyway, so his normal inclination to fill the silence was apparently feeling no sense of urgency to kick in at the moment. He was still fixated on his hope against hope that surprising EmmaLee even a little bit was still going to be possible. The thought that he was actually going to dance with this guy was not overly bothersome because he had not thought that far ahead. The sad truth was that he didn’t envision a dance between them even taking place. He had only considered the request as a means to get into the Ball somewhat undetected. The fact that he had actually just promised someone a dance had really not registered with him yet.

Stephen was not normally selfish. Nor was he someone to cavalierly use people. What he was in these few passing moments was just laser focused on his mission. That his thinking was so mercenary, taking him only as far as his own needs and no farther, would shame him the moment he became aware of it.

As they crossed into the stadium, strolling beneath the ivy-laced archway, his focus was finally moved away from the churning of his angst and to the splendor before him. Hogwarts never failed to put on beautiful events. That part they were great at – it was generally everything that came after the eye candy where they failed equally spectacularly. Squeals and peals of laughter could be heard ahead. At least he thought it was ahead of them. Those were squeals of delight and not screams, right? The sound moved differently in this space with all of the trees. The spider hairs on the back of his neck all came to attention at the same time and he was not entirely sure all the commotion he was hearing was before them.

He turned to look at the boy walking beside him. He was about to ask, “Did you hear that?” but more laughter was heard off to their side and Stephen let it go. Everything was probably all right. There likely would be no homicidal dolls or grasping grindylows to wreak havoc on the unsuspecting student population herein gathered. One could wish anyhow. Maybe, just maybe, this one Ball would not live down to his expectations. When his fight or flight response checked itself, he once again looked over to the boy he was walking with. It did occur to him then to strike up a conversation, especially since they were getting closer to the main opening of the event, but his masked companion looked equally as deep in thought as Stephen had been, but more than that, he looked just a little scared andt maybe even a bit more defiant.

Why is he scared? Did he hear what may have been screams, too?

Seeing the opening ahead of them and knowing EmmaLee was somewhere in there and watching for him, Stephen made a bold move without asking for, or receiving, permission first. “I’m more than okay if you want to deck me in the kisser for this later, but for right now, it’d be a great help to me if you allow this as if it’s the most natural thing in the world for us to be walking in together like this,” and at that, he hooked his arm with that of his elegant companion, the fox. “I’m happy to explain, but again, later. For now, let’s just look like dates. And if it sweetens the pot, I’ll rescind my condition and let you lead,” and he chuckled in that friendly way he had about him, believing there would be no dance.

Walking into the main area, Stephen’s lips may have been moving as he spoke to his future dance partner, but his eyes were busily scanning the crowd for EmmaLee. He knew exactly what she was wearing, but he did not see her anywhere. Maybe she was waiting for him by the food. That would be a clever strategy and make her a very smart girl. He was so busy looking elsewhere for her that he completely missed the part where they had successfully gotten in and he could now let go.

Mission accomplished!

But was it?

Awareness shockingly washed over him like a cooler full of Gatorade when the fox disengaged his arm from Stephen’s and suddenly wiped his palms on his dress slacks before offering his hand. When had they made it to the dance floor exactly? The guy still looked nervous, but he was attempting a smile. Then Stephen recalled with quite some clarity that he had agreed to a dance and not just the costumed misdirection he had needed this to be. He was grateful for the mask, hoping it might cover the rising flush of shame he was feeling at his stupendous carelessness in this whole exchange.

Knowing to bail out now would be the epitome of rude behavior, Stephen swallowed hard and attempted a gracious smile back. Looking directly at the eyes behind the fox mask, he curtly nodded his head once and accepted the proffered hand. At least the music was a waltz.

“Is it too late to rescind my recent rescission with respect to who leads here?” and he laughed nervously, wishing he could now wipe his own palms off.

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Trunk
Sta:10 || Eva:8 || Str:8 || Wis:10 || ArcP:5 || Acc:7
Perfectionist 1 & 2 || Evasive Maneuvers
Interacts/Mentions: @EmmaLee LeDames and Miles Thatcher @Simon Kincaid
ACTION: Dancing with Miles and looking for EmmaLee