Magical Masquerade: the actual ball Closed

Date: 13 April 2024 Time: ~16:00

Interacting with: @Irina Shevel (other interactions open, feel free to come take a seat at our table) Mentions: last ball

English | French Thoughts

Irina seemed just as entranced by their surroundings as Mahlioz had been. The mention of hunger, though, was enough to bring the Gryffindor out of that trance and into a new one, as she gazed at the gargantuan array of food with sparkling eyes. Mahlioz's already big grin just got wider at the sight, and then she was dragged (not unkindly) to the tables. Irina had already started on building up her plate, but Mahlioz wasn't sure where to start. If just the drinks section was so big and foreign, how on earth was she to choose something from the foods one?

The last times they'd been to a ball, they'd had a couple things to eat, but they'd never stayed in one place long enough to actually feast, as balls were supposed to be for. They were half-worried they should keep their plate small, just in case something happened (as they tended to do at Hogwarts balls) and they had to go... they didn't know, maybe save someone from drowning in a lake? Not that she'd been able to last time, stuck on land, watching her friends struggle.

No, not that. Stop thinking about that. This is a new ball. And the sight of Irina's gigantic pile of food helped quite a bit. Mahlioz finally tried to get over their indecisiveness and chose a few things that looked delicious, before getting a drink and joining their best friend at an empty table. She was thankful Irina knew her well enough to choose one that wasn't too full of people yet. When the girl pulled out a chair for her, she giggled at the posh accent and responded, "Why, how kind of you, my dearest compatriot! My deepest and most sincere gratitude," dropping her Scottish accent for a faked, silly (and rather terrible) posh English one.

So far, things were going calmly, almost peacefully. Eerily peacefully. This was a Hogwarts ball; Mahlioz knew it wasn't to stay that way. They'd had luck in avoiding the worst parts in their last two balls, so perhaps they could do the same this time. She hoped. The craziest thing that had happened so far was the bees, and that hadn't even been that bad. Mahlioz couldn't chase away the nagging feeling that something was going to go wrong. But for now, they tried to relax, and appreciate how awesome this evening was being.

Because it was truly being awesome. Who could have asked for more than an ethereal dancing floor, delicious food, and a best friend? "Gods, I'm so glad you're here. I can't believe you haven't been to one of these before!"

Actions: sitting down to eat with Irina Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 9 | Arcane power: 7 | Accuracy: 8 Wandmaker | Perfectionist

Open to Interactions!

Reducio Thoughts: Italics Outfit: Standard purple dress with an orange sash and flowery patterns, black tights, black pumps, basic orange mask.

Emily fitted the key through the hole and the wooden gates opened up like she was being welcomed into a palace. The grandiose entrance and the sight before her immediately made her feel self-conscious and her insecure nature began to bubble inside her.

She stepped inside and took a few moments to take in the whole room. Wicker tables were lined along the back behind a large and spacious dance floor. Trees and cherry blossoms encircled the enclosure, continuing the flowery aroma that was present from the gates back outside. Emily couldn't help but feel impressed and somewhat calm - it was all so beautiful. It did feel more like a giant garden than a dance. She could probably get used to this given that she was entering a dance without a partner.

She spotted a few familiar faces, all accompanied with dance partners and friend groups. She fixed the orange masquerade mask she got just the other day and brought her hair to rest in front of her shoulders, hoping it would disguise her. She knew her height would give her away eventually, but she was still in blissful ignorance that she looked like a different person when her hair wasn't tied back. It was one thing for her to feel awkward at a social event as big as this, even if it was her first time, let alone another for her to turn up without an escort, but what would sting the most would be if people she knew had seen and realised that.

They would probably pity me in some way...

The ball was still warming up despite the growing number in attendance. Emily stood by an empty table at the edge of the venue. If she acted like she was minding her own business, perhaps people would simply leave her in peace, or maybe she could pretend she had an escort that was running late or was getting her a glass of punch and was just waaaay across the room to get it...

Emily sighed. She had no clue why she was there other than the fact that she would probably be ridiculed by others had she'd not gone, only to open up the opportunity to allow more teasing to take its place.

"Oh look, it's Emily... the one girl who DIDN'T go to the ball."
"Isn't that the girl who had the confidence to arrive WITHOUT a partner? Lame!"
"Her parents have thrown parties before right? Shouldn't she know how this whole thing works? Maybe she was lying like all pretentious wealthy families..."
"If she's gonna suck at being social maybe she should stick her nose back into her fairy-tale books."

Emily groaned. She should just walk out right now but the sight of the flowers and the trees suddenly captured her attention. Her lips managed a small reassuring smile. Greenery and nature always did have a profoundly positive effect on Emily.

I'll stay for the scenery...

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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. making conversation with strangers

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Aurélie smiled at the beauty of the ball venue. There was greenery and flowers everywhere, small tables, and a dance floor. So much to do, so many people to speak with. In all honestly, she really didn't know how to start. She'd never been a fan of fancy parties, but now, with everyone unrecognisable in their masquerade masks and sparkling finery, it made the night feel truly magical, as the ball's theme suggested.

Admiring everything, Aurélie made her way through the crowd. For a brief moment, she wondered whether she'd been wrong to not find a date or a friend group to go to the ball with. Many others definitely had, and were sticking firmly to those groups. But she didn't want to be smothered with the attention of a small group and she didn't want to smother anyone with her attention. She wanted to float around, meet as many new people as possible, and smile throughout the entire ball. Maybe, when she was older and dating people became more appealing, she would find a special someone to go with. But for now, she admired the scenery and approached strangers.

Aurélie decided to find a social outcast to approach. Someone who didn't have a group either. She could always enter a group later, when she was ready to eat or dance. For now, she wanted to talk, and no group would give her that. Looking around, she spotted a girl in a short purple and orange dress. It was pretty, but not extravagant. The girl looked nervous, if not completely out of place. A person who would surely be grateful for the company of someone.

Putting on a bright smile and smoothing her dress, Aurélie walked up to someone random for the second time tonight. Sticking out her hand once more, she started to introduce herself to the girl. "Hello there! Aurélie Nathalie Duval, first year, Beauxbatons. You are?" It was a direct way of approaching, but being direct was what Aurélie enjoyed.

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OUTFIT

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Uri's New Mask

Uri thought things were proceeding quite reasonably. He'd made it back to the ball, his master plan to con Matthias had started pending actually seeing the boy again, and he'd made his way back to his new friends. Well, he at least thought they were his new friends. Then, without warning, without, well, anything, Siobhan had socked him right in the puss. It hurt quite a lot and he went down like a sack of potatoes. His poor limeade and melon and prosciutto did not survive the interaction, it all went clattering to the floor. "Ouch!" he cried as he clutched his nose. He went to grab it and massage it or at least see if it was broken, but strangely, he could not get to it. He was no expert, but he was sure that either the punch or the fall should've knocked the mask off and sent it clattering to the floor, but there it remained. He wiped at the mask to see if he was at least bleeding from his nose, but mercifully, he was not.

He took a couple of seconds to collect himself before propelling himself off the floor and standing in front of Siobhan and Reginald once more. "What in blazes was that for?!?" He exclaimed as he brushed himself off, discovering in the process that he was now wearing the limeade. He had missed her apology as he had talked over her but did hear her tell him to take that mask off and decided it would at least be prudent to let her check it. Hopefully, she was as good at healing as she was at punching. Before he started to take it off, he heard Reginald's quip about her punch, "Yes, quite mean, considering all I did was say hello," he said annoyedly, frowning under his mask. "Oh, alright," He said irritably as he reached up to take his mask off, "Just promise me you won't punch me again."

He reached and pulled at the top of his mask. Nothing happened. He could feel the force he was imparting on the mask, but it just wasn't coming off. "Uh... what the hell--sorry, heck," he had been taught never to curse at home, and he tried his best to adhere to it. He tried using a little more oomph to pull it off. Again, it would not come off. "Uhh... this is weird..." He trailed off as he reached under his face and tried to pull the mask off from his chin, "It... won't come off?"

Action: Getting punched and discovering someone sent him a sticky mask

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

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

norwegian ❅ russian ❅ english

april 13th, 2024 outfit

@mention @mention

i know where you stand, silent in the trees

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Astrid was late. She knew she was late, and she didn't really care. She was alone in the Durmstrang cabin, wearing a long off-white dress and her flower-embroidered platform Converse. Standing in front of a mirror, she was finishing her makeup. A golden headband was crowning her forehead and an as golden mask was waiting on her bed. Staring right into her blue-grey eye, she was applying eyeliner and mascara. Then, she carefully took the golden mask from her bed and put it over her eyes. The mask was enchanted to stay in place no matter what would happen during the evening, and knowing Hogwarts' ball reputation, the enchantment was welcomed. One last look to the mirror, her wand in her pocket, and off she was. Astrid walked the small distance that separated the campgrounds from the Quidditch Stadium. Was she surprised by the chaos she discovered? Absolutely not. Some students had blood on their faces, other definitely had been fighting. With a sigh, the girl lifted her skirts a little bit, just to avoid staining them. The music was nice, though. — Do people love drama that much? English people I swear... She looked around, looking for familiar faces. Her classmates, teammates, people she had seen last year. She did recognize some faces, and all were busy, or anxious, or chocked from whatever had happened here. Not wanting to get involved in all that mess, the girl walked towards the doors of the stadium. Everything was so peaceful inside. So peaceful that she knew that soon enough, it would all be destroyed by some weird things and frightened or angry students. The girl passed under the arch, reading the no mask, no entry policy. Astrid then walked to the buffet, just to take a look, then turned around to admire the peaceful trees with the colourful flowers. The decor was magnificent. — What a shame that it's all going to be destroyed in a few hours...

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Action entering the actual ball
sta ● 9 | eva ● 8 | str ● 5 | wis ● 10 | arc ● 7 | acc ● 8

@Violet Rohr

Vasilius was very looking forward to the ball, he had been waiting for it ever since he heard of it back in Durmstrang, he couldn't wait to spend the whole ball with Violet, his chidhood friend and the only girl who gave him butterflies, Just when Vasilius was about to get more buried into his thought, his eyes fell on the clock near him, instantly his eyes widened, he was very late, Vasilius snatched his coat which was on a chair and started running towards the Quidditch Stadium.

The boy ran like there was no end, the last thing he would want is to make Violet wait, it was not even a bit gentleman like to make lady wait according to him, as Vasilius ran through the crowds he kept on mentally cursing at himself for being late on such an important day, being late was not his thing,

After a while of running Vasilius finally entered the ball, his hair messy while he himself was out of breath, but the first thing he did was to look around for Violet's pretty face which he didn't notice, making it clear that she hadn't arrived yet, After making sure that Violet wasn't around Vasilius quickly took a deep breath before making his hair proper and getting back into his usual perfect posture, the last thing he would want is for someone to see him in such a bad situation.

Actions - Entering the ball and waiting for Violet.
Stamina: 7| Evasion: 7| Strength: 5| Wisdom: 6| ArcPower: 3| Accuracy:7

Dress
Hair
Old mask
New Mask
Shoes

"No. Actually, I was going to go with someone, but she was busy so I don't have a partner."
She went through the gates with Aljendro. Once they passed through the gate, they passed through an archway with beautiful ivy wreaths. When he came to the ballroom, he couldn't help but be fascinated. It was full of colorful trees. She headed there cheerfully. She took Alejendro's hand and they walked to some flower trees.

"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."

Her eyes glanced at the sandwich board and other tables full of food. Vick made a slight noise when he saw this.

"Vick is hungry. Would you like to come to their dinner table?"

She walked over to the sandwich table. She read the note on the table. Meanwhile, she saw animal masks floating in the air. Then she saw the children starting to rise in the air. She turned to Alendro.

"Wow, I think we found the oddity of this ball."

She tried hard to keep her hair from turning pink. Then she looked at the animal masks floating in the air. She placed his mouse on the table and picked up the pink mask. She placed his old mask on another table and put the cat mask on his face. The moment he put it on her face, it started to rise in the air.

"Ale, come on, this is so much fun."

She cheerfully called down to Alejendro.

@Alejandro Garcia Take his hand and drag him to the flower trees
Put on the mask and rise a little into the air

Open to Interactions! Meeting @Aurélie Nathalie Duval @Ophelia Northwell

Reducio Speech: #cfa120[/i] Outfit: Standard purple dress with an orange sash and flowery patterns, black tights, black pumps, basic orange mask.

Emily perked up and took a moment to process the fact that someone was talking to her. She looked up slowly to see a bony-looking girl standing close to her, dressed in a long dress with a match-coloured mask. Even by her name and accent alone, Emily could tell she was from outside of Hogwarts. In fact, Emily was sure that Beauxbatons was one of the schools she had heard about from passing conversations. With how elegantly she was dressed Emily could easily assume she had someone accompanying her. Maybe she did and was just waiting for a friend to turn up or something...

Emily straightened herself up, not at all bothered by the fact that she was taller than the girl who had just thrown an introduction to her face like it was an interrogation. Being one of the very few tall girls she knew, Emily was pretty much used to this at this point. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she mustered up her social confidence. She smiled meekly.

"H-Hello...! Nice to meet you. I'm Emily. I'm a Hufflepuff student at Hogwarts." Her voice squeaked a little when she started talking, having not quite prepared herself properly for social interaction. She was resisting the urge to look away and pretend like she wasn't interested in talking, but her compassion knew she would be foolish to do so. Instead, she let out a subtle breath to gather herself.

"So... You waiting on someone to arrive? You don't look like you're with anybody. Unless I'm mistaken...?" she asked somewhat curiously. She wasn't going to invalidate this girl being on her own when Emily was quite literally doing the same thing.

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Action: Gathering courage to talk to Aurélie Duval
Stats: Stamina: 6|Evasion: 5|Strength: 6|Wisdom: 7|Arcane Power: 5|Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Non-Human Enthusiast