Magical Masquerade: The entrance

✯𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢✯

✯There is nothing scary about naturally talented people, hardworking people are the ones to be afraid of ✯

While waiting for a reply from Klynn, Tracey decided to look at all the pretty flowers around her, and she got carried away with looking at the flowers, since she made a flower crown, or actually three. One for her, one her Klynn, and one for Mateo.

Tracey was amazed that she could still make flower crowns, but when she was finished, she put on her flowrt crown and noticed that all the clues have been found, and that the actual entrance to the ball is open.

Tracey knew this because she saw people leaving the Quidditch Pitch, which made her believe that the actual entrance is open. Tracey wasn't sure who opened it, but Tracey was excited, since it'll be her very first ball, and she wasn't sure what to expect, but hoped it'll be a good experience.

"Klynn, I think the actual ball entrance is open. Let's go. Oh, I also made this for you," Tracey says.

She handed the flower crown over to Klynn, then she started walking towards the Quidditch Stadium, hoping Klynn will follow her. As much as she didn't want to leave the Pitch, she knew she could come back later, and collect some more flowers, hopefully.

𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈: @Klynn Seacrown	𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒: 04/13/24
𝔄𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰: Leaving the Pitch after making flower crowns	𝒲𝒞: 203/200	𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔰: Sta: 6 |Eva: 3 | Str: 4 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 4 | Acc: 6	𝔄𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰: Metamorphmagus

Uri looked up as he was disturbed from his archeology spectating by a loud, excited noise from elsewhere in the sea of wannabe Indiana Joneses. It took a moment to figure it out, but word trickled through the crowd that someone had found the key. 'Thank god,' he thought, pleased that he didn't have to endure someone walking up to him and asking him why he wasn't digging. The girl's mask had slipped when she turned around to answer him, and he smiled at her; she had brown hair and an adorable nose. He responded warmly in his Liverpudlian accent (which was every bit as thick as her Irish accent) when she introduced herself, "Faith and begorrah, it's lovely to meet you Siobhan, my name's Uri." He smiled at her again as he finished, which caused the fez to shift on top of his head, and he quickly held it to make sure Seamus didn't make an impromptu cameo appearance. When he did so, the hat would give a large twitch from inside. "I must admit I am a digging enthusiast," he added in a completely serious tone, "I love rummaging around to see what I can find, but my suit is far too dapper to muss up."

As Siobhan fiddled with something in her pockets, Uri surveyed the area around him again. He was always a keen observer, and by keen observer, he meant back home; he had to keep a lookout when he was causing trouble so he didn't get caught. This time, though, he looked around to see if he recognized anyone. The truth was he didn't really know anyone at the school as he'd kept to himself. He was acquainted with a few people, but that was about it. He saw a couple of familiar faces in the crowd, but that was about it. He was more content to stay focused on his potions book and learn as much as he could than he was to socialize. Still, in her last owl, his mother told him he needed to try to make friends, so he would attempt to do so.

Siobhan started to speak again, so Uri turned back to her while she spoke. He thought momentarily about following her into the ball when an idea struck him. He could tell that his dad did his best so Uri wouldn't follow him down a similar life path. Still, unfortunately, his grandfather made no effort, and Uri had learned a lot from him. One of the things he'd learned was that you should never miss an opportunity to make a little scratch. Watching the boy named Mathias have his unfortunate kissing situation gave him a splendid idea: he would just have to return to his dormitory and grab something. "I would absolutely love to join you, and I will in a little bit," he said with a rogueish wink from behind his mask, "But I've just realized that I left something in my dormitory so I'm going to nip up and grab that." With that, he smiled at her and turned around, heading back out of the entrance (which was like swimming upstream).

It took him five minutes to make the walk back to his dormitory. He'd been walking very briskly, but he wasn't sure why. There was just something about Siobhan that made him want to talk to her, which was very odd for him as he never really wanted to talk to anyone at all. He walked over to his trunk and opened it, searching the depths until he found what he was looking for. It was a sock that rattled when he picked it up. He reached inside and pulled out a selection of small vials made of different colored glass with a cork stopper at the top. Every vial was filled with a clear liquid, which, to the naked eye, was a mysterious clear liquid. However, since Uri had filled them, he knew that "mysterious clear liquid" was, in fact, water from the lake that he'd filled a couple of weeks ago. His plan was a simple one: he figured that Matthias would be keen to make sure that the mysterious redheaded girl didn't remember him managing to kiss the wrong girl. He would approach the boy and tell him this was either a love potion or forgetfulness potion (or some other bullshit concoction) and offer it to him for a galleon or two. He'd make a couple of galleons, and the boy wouldn't realize he'd been sold a vial of water until he was safely away. What could go wrong? He grabbed a pink vial; the girl seemed to like pink; maybe it'd make the boy more of a sucker and put it in his pants pocket before returning the sock of vials to his trunk and closing it.

Uri was just about to head out when he saw a parcel on his bed. Who on earth would send something to him? His mother had sent him a couple of his favorite pies with her last owl, which had been just two days ago. He wasn't expecting anything at all. He opened the parcel and found a mask inside of it. A note also fell out onto his bed. He picked it up and read the untidy scrawl, 'tis the season to mask your identity and live as someone else for the night.' It was an interesting mask; it appeared to be an ape mask designed to scare people. He couldn't help himself; his other mask matched the outfit better, but he felt he could have fun with this on. He removed his fez and checked on Seamus, giving him a little scratch on the head before replacing it. He chucked his original mask on the bed. He put the ape mask on and set back out to the ball.

Action: Talking to Siobhan going to grab something from his dorm, and probably putting on a cursed mask.

STA 5 | EVA 3 | STR 3 | WIS 7 | ARC 7 | ACC 5
Metamorphmagus

Interacting: @Reginald Drake, @Siobhan McCarty
Mentioning: @Matthias Pride, @Winnie Harper

Interacting: @Aly Salinger, @Rebecca Lark, @Evelynn Decipio, @Jack Warren
Mentioning @Meenauh Silmataurea, @Vladimir Athanatos and @Finnegan Connor

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	There was no external factor to Pericles' stunned silence and awestruck staring, no dark interloper influencing his thoughts, no infatuation potion snuck into his system. His reaction was wholly the fault of hormones how extraordinary Evelynn looked, a fact she would simply have to endure. She went on to explain that not only had she taken him up on his tailor recommendation, said tailor had decidedly matched the two of them. That quizzical frown slowly stretched into a sly smile, head cocked at a coy angle, a knowing gleam in his eye hidden beneath the mask's starry fabric. He looked like he was just realizing the punchline of a clever setup. Pericles had isolated himself for the majority of the past year, yet this was another reminder of what he had been missing out on. It was uncharacteristic for the ice prince, but as far as teenage dance encounters went, the moment was perfectly average. Mingling with a few friends, gawking at a gorgeous girl. He would have wished that the rare instance of normalcy lasted a little longer, yet it was almost cruel how quickly it came to an end instead. The memory shared between the four would be reflected on with bittersweet sentiment. Winnie barged at Mathias. Had he known more about the Slytherin, he would have worried a great deal more about their fellow Ravenclaw, but Evelynn had the advantage on that information. She asked if the papers had lied about Vladimir's death, or if he had even been resurrected, a blasphemously taboo notion that Pericles couldn't help but be enthralled with. "No telling yet," he muttered gruffly, though his tone implied that while he didn't know the truth, he was in pursuit of it. Speak of the devil, Vladimir was about to be on the wrong end of Meenauh's wand, a place that absolutely no wix in their right mind would want to be. The Gryffindor was a sight, even- no, especially- when she was angry. Pericles had yet to draw his own, though he became distinctly aware of a shift in Aly and Eve's postures, their casting hands conveniently disappearing from view. He allowed himself a small smirk of pride as the Gryffindor gave a warning and the Ravenclaw cleverly quipped back, both effortlessly preparing for whatever turmoil was about to unfold. It was quite the spectacle, now that he saw it for what it was, witnessing for the first time their remarkable beauty and impeccable chemistry. This was the real reason upperclassmen came to balls, wasn't it? To ride the highs of battle royale and to look damn good while doing it. As violence threatened to spill over on several fronts, the moon observed lowly, "The gates are opening. This area ought to be a lot clearer soon. Let's try to keep spells to a minimal until then, if it can be helped." Key word if. Most unfortunate of all was their dear moth. Unsure of what was to come, clueless on what had come before, Bex's questions didn't have time to be answered. Pericles truly wanted to help her, but like her own personal Willy Wonka, he would inevitably lead her through their world of wonder yet fail mentioning the tunnel of terror sequence she was in store for. He could only smile sympathetically, offering the understatement: "Balls can be a bit messy. But since you're with us, there's nothing you need to worry about. Maybe some time soon, you and I could have a cuppa in the common room, if you like. I'll tell you all about it." He couldn't help honing in on her, biased in who he wanted to protect, and would notice the moment she tried to slip away. She called out to Jack, finally luring his attention to the unsettling spectacle of the boy digging in the dirt. Winnie and Mathias. Meenauh and Vladimir. Bex and Jack. Three confrontations arising, three fifth-years raring to go. Peri decided to loom protectively after the first-year, only for Finnegan to blessedly block her path. A charming little man who came in hot with schmoozey lines. Maybe not the perfect distraction from danger, but an adequate one at least. Like the doting magical grandpa he was, as Pericles passed them by, he brushed Bex's shoulder with an encouraging push towards the kid as if to say You two play. He sidestepped for a clear line at Jack. Frowning in morbid fascination over what he was up to, Pericles closed the distance. When he could afford to, the eagle preferred solving things with words and wits before resorting to his wand. Especially when dealing with students he actually liked. Peri was cold and quiet in his pride, so poised and polite that if one wasn't looking, they'd miss it entirely. Jack was warm and bright as any spitfire. He was outspoken and witty, known for notoriously prancing the grounds as a many-pronged elk, rightfully regal. Seeing him claw mindlessly at the mud was an affront to his character. The Dirt was no place for the "Cloven King". "Jack...?" Concern creeping into his heart, Peri tried to reach him, going so far as to touch his shoulder if he could get close enough. "What's wrong, mate? Have you lost something?" Aside from his mind and dignity.
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Action: checking in on muddy boy Jack

Reducio

﴾ Stamina - 10 | Evasion - 12 | Strength - 4 | Wisdom - 12 | ArcPower - 10 | Accuracy - 14 ﴿
+10% temporary HP from Aly's Paragon of Health (1,100/1000)
Perfectionist 1 + 2, Keen Eye, Spell Spread, Animagus
Inventory: Potions, wand, Fit
Posts: 1 - 2 - 3 - you are here

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Outfit

Animagus Form in Effect; Piérre is a Marvellous Spatuletail Hummingbird

Calming Presence in Inactive due to Animagus Form;
Romeo Marchonné, Valentin Schnell, Greta Fransson & Figaro Affected

Altogether too much had happened in too short of a time for the poor little bird that was the human Piérre Marchonné to handle all of a sudden.

It started out simple enough, with Valentin gently taking him into his hands in a comforting cup. The bird's wings would buzz ever so slightly against the albino's confining palms before settling down as the warm body cozied into his thumb softly. Perhaps one of his spatules were accidentally sticking out between the boy's fingers as the entire boy-bird was transplanted from his former place of security on the cottonball head of Valentin and into a brief venture into the air before hitting the ground softly (the bird, cozied up against the hand, felt no distress and wholeheartedly trusted Valentin) and then having the world opened up again as he was instead placed gently into the hair of the little "Valkyrie". The bird would buzz a little bit in a "Tzzz, tzzz!" call before fluttering wings once and then cozying in.

Intelligent green eyes fixated on the radiant white--and indescribable types of other colors--halo of Valentin as he requested that he take good care of Greta. Another soft "Tzz, tswee!" was the reply. The little jewelry bird well understood his assignment.

Alas it would be in the next few seconds after that that disaster lightly struck with a disastrous casting of the flower-summoning charm that resulted in a cloud of pollen and--relative to the size of the boy in his current form--very LARGE bees. Almost instinctively--first to the pollen--the bird 'sneezed', or well... as close to a 'sneeze' that a bird could do, and then upon sight of the bees began to flutter wings quickly in order to take to the skies and evade those deadly stingers that could probably skewer him through his heart if it tried hard enough to do so. A slightly panicked twittering came from the creature--sounds that if he had been in human form would have probably been something akin to screams--as wings fluttered and beak snapped, trying to bash off any bees that came too close. Fortunately for the little bird, though, help came quickly--the bees were transformed into birds or relegated to their little bubbles most harmlessly, letting him in peace and his heart whose rate was now probably in the thousands.

Greta would feel the tiny warm body of the bird seemingly 'slouch' in relief into her curls, its eyes would close and it would 'sigh' a breath of content as it was surrounded by the flowers and the nectar that was likely in them.

Figaro, on the other hand, would find none of this particularly concerning, interested instead in the orange cat Rusty @Alyssea Brown's cat as it brushed up on Romeo's leg. The feline would confront the other with a questioning mew, tail bumped up and slightly swishing as ears flicked ever so slightly in an attempt to read the surroundings and the body language of the other. Figaro did not appear to be feral, merely curious... and perhaps a little bit territorial but not eager to act upon such territoriality if he didn't have to. This was his family, after all. He just wanted to make sure that they were rightfully safe, protected even from other cats if need be.

Peace was around for only a few seconds, and then Piérre's head snapped in the direction in which he heard his Captain's voice shouting at someone else. One would not think that hummingbirds had good hearing... and perhaps it was true to say that they did not have an ear for human words, but Piérre was a bird with the mind of a human, and thus not only was he able to comprehend the fact that words had been spoken with those powerful hummingbird ears, but he was able to recognize that it was "Dead Man" that she had invoked.

As Greta's head was apt to bob, those green eyes tried to watch, to observe from a distance, intermittently "Tsk..."ing with wonder and curiosity at a certain drama that was beginning to unfold even as the gates of the ball proper were finally opened after the booming voices had been satiated by the fruits of the students' searches.

But alas, he was victim to the direction that Greta and the rest of their posse wanted to go. Not only was he slightly tangled up in the girl's hair, but he was also somewhat nervous to try to get himself involved. Such involvement only ended poorly for him at every turn, it seemed.... even as tempting as it was to join in on the chaos and the drama and the intrigue that was most certainly going to unfold whether the night and the planning committee liked it or not.

Briefly Freaked Over the Bees, now Happily Nested in Greta's Hair [Following Her Movements]
Also Overhearing Meenuah's yelling at Vlad [Hummingbirds have surprisingly excellent hearing]

Statistics: Stamina 7 | Strength 5 | Evasion 18 | Wisdom 12 | Accuracy 16 | ArcPower 5
Hummingbird: Stamina 1 | Strength 1 | Evasion 18 | Wisdom 1 | Accuracy 9

Abilities:
Keen Eye | Calming Presence | Beast Master [Cat] | Cat's Grace | Animagus [Hummingbird]
Hummingbird:
Flight | Observation (50% Chance [Flight/V. Small) | Stealth (25% Chance), +2 Stealth

Items:
Wand [10.2 inches Yew and Snallygaster Heartstring] | [Sharpened] Locksmith's Knife
[Red] Deck of 52 Playing Cards | Soda | Firebreathing Potion

Figaro the Silver Bengal Abilities: Cat's Grace | Claws and Bite Action: Checking out Rusty Briefly Status: Calming Presence (Piérre)

Beast Master Familiar: 200/200

Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 9 | Strength: 0 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 9

Abilities: Wandmaker: Phoenix Feather

Action: Talking. And being ghosted.

Reginald's eyes shifted from girl to boy and back far quicker than he was ready for as they spoke, before the boy shook his head, smiled wide at having a potential little clique that he could attend this ball with, and continued on "Prefects? What's a prefect? Oh, my name's Reggie by the way. It's nice to meet ya both!" He said with a small smirk, denying their existence just to show that he wasn't a snitch.

Reginald dusted off his hands, before doing the same to his suit, trying to force the dirt off the pristine, pearly-white suit, the only one he bothered to bring to Hogwarts, considering it was his first year here, and shook the hand of the girl after, unaccustomed to the political maneuvering that purebloods like to play in these events, the dirt they both tried to shake off even more pronounced after they released.

"Sure! We'll both join-" He said, before holding himself back and sneaking a glance at the boy next to him, whom he almost answered for. That was apparently rude and unbecoming, according to his older mentor, but who cares?! The boy also agreed! "Yep! Uri said it! I'd also love to join ya!" He said, accent much softer than his two compatriots, though predominantly English in nature.

"I heard about the last few balls." He said as he began walking towards the entrance, confident that Uri, the boy who ran up to get something from his dormitory, would see them waiting for him at the entrance. They're quite hard to miss, after all, with their dirt-covered, but still regal outfits.

"according to rumors, each of them ends in disaster. Exciting, riveting, fun disasters!" He said with a wide, impish grin as his heart beat in wild anticipation at the very thought of getting to do something fun, something that wasn't tied to academic excellence or the verbal jabs that students loved to live by in this school. He stood next to the wooden doors that led towards the ball proper. A festival of death and destruction! Or...well...a lot of food, more likely.

"The kind you only experience once in a lifetime. We get to do so seven over. Doesn't that sound like a good time?"

Word count: 400ish
Interacting with: @Siobhan McCarty and @Uri Davies

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Interacting: @Mathias Pride | @ | @

Outfit: ✿ | ✿ | ✿

Mentioning:

English | Irish

Winnie's loud voice had the unfortunate habit of commanding attention with its raw intensity, or what some may consider to be 'shrew-like'. She could feel at least a dozen eyes on her as she stormed over to confront Mathias. The sudden revelation had her cheeks burning red in embarrassment. The spotlight was on her and she had been cast in the role of the scorned lover, her emotions laid bare for all to see. Come one, come all... How cruel that her heartbreak was to be made a spectacle of.

Then, as if on cue, Mathias's flirtations backfired spectacularly, she watched as the redhead swiftly rejected his advances with a few swift movements. Soon Matt was writhing in agony, his cries for help reminding her of a wounded animal, like when a coyote managed to grab a rabbit and its screams would jolt her awake in the middle of the night. Despite the pain of his perceived betrayal, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Mathias. Her concern for his well being quickly overthrew the anger burning within, and her steps begin to quicken.

When she reached the fallen Slytherin, her hand stretched forward, although it hesitated momentarily before it grabbed his shoulder and helped the Skeletor sized fawnling to his feet. "Are you okay?"

She fell silent during Mathias' feeble attempt at placating her, and it only managed to restroke the flames of her anger. How could he find it in himself to offer such meaningless words? "It seems I'm not the only one you thought looked lovely this evening." She couldn't stop herself from snapping at him, "Did you think I wouldn't notice?! Maybe I should just go into the ball alone so you can have some nice alone time with your new girlfriend?"

Reyna needed to learn some better manners. Did the first thing she had to do be bump into some guy? The boy was not too much taller than her but he was really handsome. From what she could tell he was Japanese which she found really cool.
Reyna shook her head. She needed to stop daydreaming and focus on the real world. "Um-" She looked at her hand. It wasn't too bad. "I-I should be fine," I replied. I had a small handbag on my shoulder and I took out a muggle bandaid. I didn't expect the boy to know what it was but I was a half-blood so I had the best of both worlds.
I didn't know why I was stuttering, confidence Reyna. Where did my words go? Reyna shook her head once again. Right, she needed to say thank you. "Thank you though!" I added. Better. I met his eyes. "I'm Reyna Evergreen, firs-second year Hufflepuff at Hogwarts. And you are?" I asked.
Screw herself. She couldn't speak, what was wrong with her?! She took a deep breathe. "Would you like to join in the fun with me?" I replied motioning to the bushes. Smooth. Don't lose your touch Reyna. If you ever had any touch to begin with. Maybe the ball had taken a better twist than she had expected. After all, Reyna did believe that everything happens for a reason.

Talking to @Charlie Jacobsen as Botan Miura

sta 8 • eva 7 • str 6 • wis 8 • arc 6 • acc 7
Calming Presence | Perfectionist

Word Count: 235/200

Date: April 12th, 2024 Interacting/Mentioning: @Uri Davies@Reginald Drake WC: 724

Speaking: #556b2f Thoughts: #99b39c Translations: An bhfuil ocras ort: Are you hungry?

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ "To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides" ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Siobhan smiled as she conversed lightly with the two, well Reggie and Uri as they had so politely introduced themselves. The both of them seemed to be quite charismatic and she was monumentally pleased that they were not judging in her for choosing to dig in the dirt rather than truly look for the entrance to the ball. But now that it was open, she was ecstatic that it was open and beckoning the Hogwarts students within for a night of merriment and excitement.


She was very happy to report to herself that the daffodil bulbs had been safely tucked away in her pockets and once the night was over, and her feet thoroughly danced out she would plant them in the flower pots that she had recently received from her family so that her dorm room would look even more colorful than it normally did. Truth be told she was surprised that her dorm mates hadn't told her to knock it off when it came to the flowers but she suspected that it was because she was tidy and cordial about it. None of her plants ever encroached upon the spaces of her dorm mates and she intended to keep it that way. She had giggled lightly when Reggie had pretended not to know what a prefect was as a means to show that he would indeed keep her theft of the Honking Daffodils a secret from any of the patrolling staff. Despite having just met the lad, she felt a reasonable sense of trust in her gut and she was rarely wrong when choosing to trust others.

As the three of them closed in on the entrance to the ball, Siobhan momentarily wandered off in thought and was brought back into the conversation by the abrupt but brief explanation of a departure by Uri. The young wizard had touched his hat as he explained that he had forgotten something in his room and for a split second, Siobhan swore that her ever observant eyes had caught on to a slight movement coming from it but she logically deduced it was just due to his touch. She kept her eyes trained on his hat -a fez if memory served her correctly- before breaking away and bidding him a brief goodbye.

"Yes of course. If the night permits we will see you again." She said with a polite smile as she pushed her mask up her noise once again as they parted ways for the time being. She would have to retie it, if it continued to insist on sliding down her face. As she adjusted her mask she could feel her stomach move slightly, indicating that perhaps she should not have skipped dinner and actually had something small to eat.

As she continued to walk with Reggie, she listened to his much more polished English accent talk about the history of the Hogwarts balls. She listened intently as he spouted the knowledge he'd heard about the chaotic mess some of the balls had turned out to be and she smiled to herself as she imagined what potential hazards could potentially cross their paths. However the only thing she wished to cross paths with at the moment was a potential snack. She tuned back in when Reggie asked if Seven magical evenings such as this one sounded like a fun time to her and she responded with a gentle nod.

"I believe it will be quite an enjoyable evening if we get to do this as you say- seven times over. An bhfuil ocras ort- Sorry I mean, Are you hungry? I'm afraid I didn't eat much at dinner and I have quite the desire for something sweet to eat." She asked as they approached the Ball entrance. Upon reaching the entrance she marveled at how colorful and approachable the setting was and she smiled to herself upon stepping inside for the first time with the young wizard in white.

Actions: Looking for a snack with Reginald Drake while exploring the Ball