Magical Masquerade: The entrance

Outfit: Reducio "English"|Thoughts

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

Amber was glad that she had come to this ball. Firstly, she was in the process of making new friends. In addition, she could catch up with some old ones as well.
The girl from Hogwarts introduced herself as EmmaLee. She was looked gorgeous in her pretty blue butterfly mask that matched with my butterfly mask. I smiled. “Thank you! I love your mask as well! What are we searching for now?” I replied. I shook her hand as she offered hers.
Apparently we had moved on to searching for roses as that was what the next clue was about. I bent down to search for the roses taking care not to mess with my outfit. The thorns could be prickly after all. As I began to search for them I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
As I stood up I seemed to recognize the face. The girl was younger than me but very pretty. She introduced herself as Aurélie. Wait. Aurélie? “I know you!” I exclaimed. “You’re my pen pal? The girl from Beauxbatons? The one who I accidentally sent my owl to?”
I was getting excited. “Is that you?” I asked, anxious to know. If it was then I had found it. The adventure. Step two check?

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

Word Count: 211/200

⋄ April 13th, 2024 | Quidditch Training Pitch ⋄
⋄ Interactions: @Aly Salinger | Mentions: None ⋄
⋄ Pinging @Evelynn Decipio since I'm collecting her all these random trinkets from the dirty ground. ⋄

𝓒urls rumpled and palms speckled with soil, Bex emerged from her sojourn in the honking daffodil bushes as Aly called out to her, certainly key-less but likely having had more fun down there in the bushes than she'd have had in the actual ball proper, eating canapés and pirouetting, or whatever it was you did at balls. A few bushes away from them, shouts of success had begun to spring up as the next clue was shared with the crowd at large, but while Bex would have certainly liked to have been the one to find the clue, in truth she'd gotten rather distracted down in the bushes, and had nabbed herself a couple pretty rocks, smooth and greenish-grey, as well as a lonesome purple button, likely fallen off of someone's cloak. Something of a magpie, she had no qualms about scooping up the treasured offal as souvenirs, plucking a few petals off the daffodils for good measure.

"Hullo, Aly!" She said dusting off her hands. "Well, I guess technically, you are seeing me at the Quidditch Pitch, though this is just the training one. It's a waste, don't you think? If we have to have the dance here, we should at least be flying."

Aly was right though that they'd never really interacted much - or even at all - outside of their shared time together on Ravenclaw's Quidditch bench, and as such she'd never really seen the older girl outside of her Quidditch gear or practice clothes. She was wearing neither, now; rather, she was wearing a very pretty and very puffy blue gown that was, to Bex's immediate delight, glowing daintily with the light of dozens, if not hundreds of little stars. "Oh!" Bex said, darting forward, not quite respecting Aly's personal space as much as she likely should've, but still, at the very least, taking care to keep her dirt-stained hands away from the gown. "Here's Ursa Major. And over there's Cetus, that one's my favorite. How'd you get your dress to do that?"

The second clue, while just as easy as the first, had unfortunately wasted the elegance and finesse that was clearly put into it's locution on Bex. The only mythology she was familiar with was the stories associated with specific constellations they had learned about in Astronomy, and as such the actual story being relayed by the riddle was entirely lost on her. One thing she did have, however, was eyes, and as the only red flowers that appeared to be anywhere near them were the roses, she felt safe in her bet that the next clue would be hidden in one of those bushes.

Aly appeared to not only agree with her, but had reached the same conclusion before Bex had, and as such had already begun to examine one of the closest rose bushes. Bex stepped back and eyed the bush, considering if she'd be able to just avoid the thorns in her search. Likely not, and while she may not mind the regular concussions and broken bones one gets when playing Quidditch, getting unnecessarily pricked by rose thorns was a lot less amenable to her. She opted to stand back instead and watch Aly as she examined the bush. "Do you think we're looking for another box?"

Action: Letting Aly do the hard work.

OPEN to interactions with anyone I've interacted with IC before and/or official NPCs/event organizers. All others, please owl me first.

sta: 8 | eva: 3 | str: 7 | wis: 4 | arc: 6 | acc: 7
Abilities: Perfectionist

The Gryffindor girl grinned. She had only discovered what an animagus was mere weeks ago, as she had grown up as a muggle until she got her letter.
She had given it little thought since she read into what an animagus was, but she had not needed very much thought. She already knew.
"A dove," She answered surely. Oh, what she would give to be able to fly! She had thought long about what kind of bird she would be, once she decided she would want to be a bird. She had thought about a sparrow, or a hummingbird, or perhaps a robin. But evidently, she knew a dove was the one for her. Dove symbolized peace, freedom, and love; Malin had always yearned for freedom. She did not know why she felt trapped at certain moments, but sometimes she only wished she could run away and soar the skies, however silly that sounded.

STATS

(Stamina - 5 | Evasion - 6 | Strength - 4 | Wisdom - 6 | ArcP - 8 | Accuracy - 6)
ACTION: Chatting with River and looking through roses.

"She is delightfully chaotic; a beautiful mess."

Mask design by the lovely Alyssea Brown

❂ ⌜ Series of Unfortunate Shenanigans ⌟ ❂ ❂ April 13, 2024 ▎ 4:00 PM ❂

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“Accio Key!” It was worth a shot, who knows if she'll get lucky but Raizel already knows it won't be that simple. Well, she wanted it to be solved so easily as she doesn't want to just keep standing outside the ball venue and with tons of folks already trying to solve… whatever the ball committee had made for them, it'd be best if she let them all do the work. She sighed and put her wand back inside her pocket, eyes scanning the bushes around them.

This would be easier if she just used incendio or incendio duo earlier but of course, she needs to be a proper student during events like these. “Well, figured it won't be that simple.” The Gryffindor looked around, finding a spot to sit and wait, even if she has to sit on the ground as she would prefer that than standing while waiting for the gates to be opened by the lucky one. She was already considering going back early if this is going to take long as this isn't exactly what she was expecting for a ball to start with. But of course, she won’t unless Zach and Alyssea decide to go back.

Really, she wasn't just in the mood for such games. She just wanted to sit, enjoy the food while also preparing herself for what's to come. Heck, she won't even be surprised if something happens during this scavenger hunt. That would be normal for a Hogwarts ball. She took off her mask, giving both sides a glance with a bored look in her eyes. Riddles aren't her thing.

“Well, wasn’t expecting a Scavenger Hunt just to enter the ball. Not really what I signed up for so… yeah..” Raizel answered Zach. She was just not in the mood for this kind of activity right off the bat. Zach sure looked like he was ready to keep looking for it. He does seem like he wanted to get in as fast as possible and that low stomach grumble from him is enough to tell her that he might lose his patience sooner or later. The moment he said he was thinking something, Raizel felt worried and curious at the same time. She just hoped it wasn’t the spells she was thinking cause Zach looks like he’s ready to cast it. “Now this will be fun…” she uttered with a nervous grin.

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◘ ◘ ❂ Interactions: @Zach Zaphiere | @Alyssea Brown | @ ◘ ◘ ❂ Mentions: @ | @ | @

Outfit Reducio

Items Reducio Wand Enchanted Satchel Potions: Antidote to Uncommon Poisons x 2, Bruise Removal Paste x 4, Muffling Draught x 2

STATS AND ABILITIES STA: 6 | EVA: 7 | STR: 3 | WIS: 8 | ARC: 8 | ACC: 8 Prod. Charms | Perfectionist

Action Ready to cast Expelliarmus at Zach. Permission to cast the spell at him had been granted. Post Tracker: X | X

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a series of unfortunate shenanigans
@Raizel Voltrouz • @Zach Zaphiere

Alyssea hummed as Raizel arrived. "They're looking for something in the bushes. A key to the ball, I think? Zach's looking." Alyssea pointed towards the Ravenclaw boy. Instead of following Zach, Raizel also stayed away from the crowd and instead decided to watch as her Accio failed.

Alyssea looked away awkwardly. "Uh, I'm not sure that would've worked considering you don't know what the key looks like or where it is. But hey! Good to try, anyway."

The next clue was found. Alyssea listened as people already started towards the rose bushes. Wow, these people were quick. Who would've thought? Then again, not many of the flowers here were red. But much like the hunt in the daffodil bush, Alyssea opted to stay out of the search, not wanting to get in the midst of the crowd.

Zach soon approached them, to which Alyssea greeted with a smile and a shake of her head. "Rai already tried to summon the key and it didn't work. So, we just have to do it the Muggle way."

In the corner of her eye, she spotted a brown mop of hair @Piérre Marchonné entering the ball. She knew exactly who it was. For a while, Alyssea stared, trying to think of the best way to approach him. But was it right to approach him when he was surrounded by all his friends? Oh, god, she didn't even know his name! All Alyssea wanted to do was thank him for saving her at the last ball. Perhaps this was the reason she caved and decided to come, after all.

(Unknowingly, her little feline companion emerged from the cover of her blue cape and eyed the Hufflepuff's line of sight. Rusty then set off on his little journey, weaving through the legs of the crowd to nudge at Romeo's leg.)

To her horror, Zach began the familiar incantation of a wind jinx, not that Alyssea had been able to cast it yet but she'd been hit by it plenty a time to know the effects. The Hufflepuff turned back to her fellow racing captain, quickly drew her wand, and ran through a list of spells in her head. Gluing him to the ground might be a good idea, but that may also ruin his shoes... Eh, whatever. Anything to stop him from blowing all the nice flowers away.

outfit of the ball Reducio

action: ready to cast take root at zach along with rai's expelliarmus (tag teaming !! he said it was okay) stats: sta 6 | eva 7 | str 6 | wis 8 | arc 6 | acc 8 abilities: prod. transfiguration | evasive maneuvers (10% auto-dodge)

Sereia's Calming Presence is in effect
Allies are Dusana Sabo and Mateo Sáez (when they arrive)

Sereia set down towards the venue, the Quidditch training pitch, that is. As she neared the grounds and heard the chatter, part of her felt sixteen again. Sixteen and excited about dressing up nicely, picking out a dress, jewellery, and heels. The theme was a masquerade, so she spent even more time contemplating the design of her mask. It felt good.

So, Sereia arrived in her midnight blue gown, white gloves, and matching mask to go with her dress. Her feet were a bit chilly as the wind bit at the exposed parts but she kept walking. With enough time, her body would adjust to the weather. An outdoor ball was not something she expected, but then again, she wasn't sure what to expect. This was the first event of its kind Sereia would attend. And hopefully, she would be in good company.

Upon entering the Quidditch training pitch, Sereia took in the sight of students conversing, searching through bushes, and others casting spells. The Divination professor sighed. She was not in the mood to give out detentions, however, so she could only hope they weren't going to destroy anything. Today was a day for relaxation and socialisation. Amidst the crowd, the sight of a snake on a lady's shoulders surprised her and Sereia jumped a little. Upon closer inspection, she realised the owner.

Sereia picked up her skirt and headed towards her. "Miss Sabo! Your dress is stunning. You've got a lovely snake, as well. What's their name?"

@Dusana Sabo | @Mateo Sáez

ACTION chatting with dusana
STATS sta 7 | eva 15 | str 10 | wis 15 | arc 10 | acc 13
ABILITIES sixth sense | keen eye | wandmaker (white river monster spine core) | calming presence | cat's grace | blindvision | legilimency

Full Moderation Details Below:

Reducio

Sixth Sense | +2 to awareness rolls. If a player attempts to enter a thread that Sereia is already in, there is a 25% chance that she will automatically detect them on entry. She is immune to Charmers and will not suffer their -1 to ACC.

Keen Eye | There is a 25% chance of automatically finding something (if there is anything that can be found) not someone. A search attempt can only be used once in a moderated event.

Wandmaker (White River Monster Spine core) | +1 accuracy with charms, -2 wisdom DC (WDC) requirement for all wisdom checks when casting a charm.

Calming Presence | An aura of calm. Allies (Dusana Sabo and Mateo Sáez) gain a 10% chance to auto-hit their chosen target. This does not stack.

's Grace | Sereia has a 25% chance to enter threads successfully hidden from other users. This can be countered by those with Sixth Sense. On any stealth checks, Sereia has a +2 to stealth (average of wisdom and evasion).

Blindvision | Sereia can see in magical and in non-magical darkness. Immune to various blinding spells such as Fumos, Obscuro, Nebulus, etc.

Legilimency | Sereia has learned the spell Legilimens and can delve into a person's mind so long as she is casting the spell.

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13-04-24 / Afternoon

Mentioning: @Mellani Miller

Dialogue / Thoughts

A masquerade ball! Lyrra could still barely believe it. Her mother had previously sent her a package with the most beautiful fairytale dress and a matching mask included. This was something she was very grateful for. She even suspected her mother had sewn the dress herself, although she couldn't be certain, as it hadn't been mentioned. It was a beautifully intricate design, and matched very well with her mask and accessories.

Lyrra carefully stepped closer to the sign near the entrance to get a better look at it. Written on it, there appeared to be some sort of riddle. Lyrra brushed the loose strands of hair out of her face and read the text once again. That doesn't seem too hard, she thought. After a quick look around the masked crowd, she noticed a lot of students were already searching the bushes.

Lyrra approached the bushes to join the hunt for the key. She noticed that there had been another clue, apparently pointing to the rose bushes, as many people were searching there. Someone wearing a beautiful dark dress was looking through the rose bush, and Lyrra mumbled a soft "Hello" before starting to scan the area herself.

"No clue yet?" Did she say that out loud? Lyrra frowned. It couldn't be that hard, now, could it?

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Searching the rose bush
STA: 6 | EVA: 6 | STR: 4 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 5 | ACC: 8
Abilities: Keen Eye

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MODERATED ACTION:
Searching through the roses for the box.

STAMINA: 7 | EVASION: 7 | STRENGTH: 3 | WISDOM: 8 | ARCPOWER: 8 | ACCURACY: 9
ABILITIES: Fearless | Calming Presence
INVENTORY: Wand, Lavender Honey Candies, Blue butterfly embroidered handkerchief, first aid kit.

Roleplaying as iNPC Quentin Gagné of Beauxbatons
English | Français
interacting: @Linda Ramirez
outfit:

Reducio

"It's alright, don't worry." The voice came from behind.

Quentin continued to stare at the lilacs, trying to seem busy and inconspicuous. This only lasted a few seconds. Something about that voice, like honey pouring into his eardrums (that was a good thing? No it was bad—no wait, good. Ugh, he was so confused!). He had to turn back around.

The girl was talking to him. Like he wasn't an idiot. How did she not know he was an idiot? He tried to concentrate on what she was actually saying, but he found himself getting lost in those soft eyes behind her mask, radiating kindness, juxtaposed against her flaming red hair that blended right into her dress, as if she were set ablaze. He realized his mouth was slightly agape. He shut it quickly and offered his own introduction. "Je suis Quentin." Wait, he spoke French. He forgot how to speak English. But also don't girls like French? Wait, why did he suddenly care what girls like? What was happening?

"Ugh—er, desolé—er, sorry! I mean I'm Quentin. Beauxbatons. Pleased to meet you, Linda." He pronounced it "Leenda"—which he knew wasn't right, but he didn't feel totally in control of his speech at this point.

Then she complimented his mask. He moved his hands to touch in a motion read ah yes, this mask. God he was a fool. He was caught between saying a simple thanks, launching into a full explanation of how and why he made the mask, and complimenting her back. His brain stuttered and he chose all three: "Thank you—wrestling—your dress is very red." Holy hell, Quentin, get it together.

He took a deep breath and tried a speedy recovery. "I mean, your dress fits you very well. The whole ensemble is very nice. Don't mind me, sometimes, my English, how you say? Not good." Dear reader, let's be clear—he's basically fluent. His father is American. But Linda didn't know that.

Then a commotion from beside them. The next clue was found—in the noisy yellow flowers, just as Quentin suspected. Linda thought the next clue's answer might be found in the roses. For a moment, Quentin forgot his stomach doing somersaults, like a fog lifted, and he thought clearly about the clue. It couldn't be roses. (Roses were the red ones, right?) No it had to be the purple ones he was standing in front already. Lover dead—old people—old people smelled like these—easy. However, he remembered his stomach and Linda's voice and hair, and he did want to talk to her more. Okay, he'd let her think she was right.

"Yes, it's probably the roses. And, yes, I would very much like to search the roses with you." He then a selected a few questions from the ones that were trying to tumble out of him all at once: "What year are you in? Also Hogwarts has houses, yes? Are you in one of those?"

Action: searching the roses with Linda
stamina 14 | evasion 5 | strength 15 | wisdom 3 | arcane power 6 | accuracy 10
Calming Presence, Muggle Condition & Fearless
[Calming Presence affecting all students]