Gala of Mysteries Fall Ball

Roleplaying as Lee Ye-jun from Beauxbatons – Encyclopedia

Violet in English, Red in Korean and Blue in French

Ye-jun barely got to finish the thought when suddenly, there was a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. For a split of a second his arm went up, unconsciously ready to attack. He hated that part of himself but at least he managed to stop himself in time. “Ye-jun! You're here!” Ah…all right, that made sense. The Korean boy was wondering who would have been so bold as to jump him like this. Sure, some of the girls got touchy-feely when flirting with him but never to this extent. Tone however? He was an expert on these kind of things, wasn’t he? Luckily for him, Ye-jun wasn’t as bad as Eun-ji when it came to physical affection but his body still froze for a second before relaxing. He honestly didn’t know how the Mahoutokoro student did this so naturally.

“Tone…so you were here. It's good to see you! I thought you may have been taking part in one of the games.” He greeted with a smile, once the younger boy finally let go of him. “Or are they over already?” Ye-jun looked around, trying to see if Eun-ji might have returned as well but for now, he did not spot her among the crowd. Still, he had to admit it was nice seeing Tone again. He was still a bit ashamed that the boy got to witness such a shameful side of him during the summer camp but they had since exchanged several letters, which eased his mind a little…though not entirely. They already agreed to meet in person again at Hogwarts but Ye-jun wasn’t sure if that would be at the ball since they didn’t go together. This was a pleasant surprise.

“Freya? Oh…right. My cousin got herself a last minute date so we didn’t come together in the end. I think she went to attend the Murder game and haven’t come back yet. I’ve been here for some time but I’m not really waiting for her per se. I’m just here to keep an eye on her.” He paused for a moment. “Secretly of course, so don’t blow my cover.” The words were accompanied by his signature charming grin however Ye-jun was dead serious. Eun-ji couldn’t know he was worried about her, she’d hate that. She’d hate that so much.

“What bout you? Did you come alone or waiting for a date?” The Beauxbatons student inquired curiously. Tone came across as a type that could be friends with pretty much anybody and could find a date easily even if it was last minute. Just because no one was next to him now, didn’t mean he came alone. Ye-jun wanted to make sure he wasn’t imposing. Though to be fair, Tone was the one to approach him not the other way round so it should be fine...right?

Very briefly mentioning: @Kim Sato as Tone Bakugo
Action: Talking to Tone (CLOSED TO INTERACTIONS)

Nikolai rose, preparing to leave.

"Hey Val, good luck with whatever it is he needs. You know I love you but this isn't helping me, I just need to be alone right now and anywhere but here. Please try to enjoy your night because as selfish as it is I don't need another thing weighing on my mind right now and he actually needs your help."

“Kol’enka…” A look of abject fear splashed across Val’s face with a blood-red blush. The corner of the seeker’s eye twinged with regret as he wondered if it would have been better if he hadn’t dragged Nikolai out here so soon after the disaster. He had been hoping it would prevent them both from falling into a downward spiral, keeping their heads up out of necessity with lights and movement and activity. He’d wanted his song to bring Nikolai some comfort, too, as well as anyone else who could be charmed. Valentin’s most enduring refuge had always been the world of music, after all, and wasn’t it a universal language? When Val’s own parents had been taken from him, it was music and friends that kept his light from going out… and he wanted to be that something for Nikolai to hold onto. He wanted to be music itself to the boy. His boy. Still, perhaps he’d been cruel. Perhaps the frost captain had hurt him by insisting they come tonight.

“It’s okay. I respect this. You know I’d come with you, but it sounds like you want some space.” A pleading behind Val’s eyes said what his words wouldn’t – he was terrified for the two of them to separate. If he weren’t there to protect him, Val thought, Kol’enka could be stolen away from the world with as little warning as the rest of his family had been, or their headmistress, or any number of the recently departed. Nikolai was all he had left to call his own now, but even if that weren't the case, the boy might as well have been the true center of the universe, and yet… maybe the threat wasn’t over. Maybe a second attack would come as soon as Nikolai slipped out of sight, and Val could be none the wiser. If the seeker couldn’t keep him in his sights, he surely wouldn’t know when he’d be needed again. A panicked shimmer passed over Val’s bloodshot smoke-damaged eyes. The curls at the corners of his mouth told Nikolai plainly: I love you, I love you, I love you. I need you. Please, please don’t die. I can’t do without you.

“I trust you, Kol’enka of mine. Send any sign and I will come swiftly to your side.” The words tasted bitter. They weren’t good enough. None of this was good enough. He didn’t want to be away from the boy for even a moment. The grit of ash was still lodged between his back teeth, and there was no telling what its original source had been. Forcing his eyes closed as he turned his head away, Valentin compelled himself to let Nikolai leave uninterrupted. Only when the sound of the other’s fustanella had rustled entirely away would Val raise his head again and inspect Mikael and Eugenia. Still, turning his eyes back to the exit, the captain narrowed his eyes. Damnit, Val’ka. Damn you. Nikolai had left, even as Val yearned to run after him.

“……” Turning his violet eyes back to Eugenia, Valentin dipped his head politely to show that he was not ignoring her even though he needed to help his friend, too. With the ghost of a smile, Valentin turned his face back towards Mikael.

“Misha, who? Who is still alive? The one you saw at the train station?… A guy from your dreams?” A warp of anger flashed over Val’s face, almost like jealousy, but it was gone as fast as it had appeared. Grabbing Mik’s shoulder roughly, Valentin’s eyes bored into the other’s. It was the most angry expression of pure love Mik had ever seen on him. Each of the 6’1” captain’s long fingers dug deep into the fold’s of the Norwegian’s sweater, as if to ensure the other didn’t squirm away like a lost golden snitch. The seeker had bitten back enough regret today, and at this point he wasn’t about to let Mik out of arm’s reach for even a second. The fierce glint of those amethyst-dagger eyes might as well have been the slickened shine of an ice dragon’s claws. I’m not losing you, too, they seemed to say. “Whatever this is that’s happening to you, I…” will not tolerate… “I’m going to help you find its source. We have to figure this out. Tell me what you’ve remembered – was there a place? An object? Did he say anything to you?” It didn’t seem to matter to Val how much of it was a hallucination or reality at this point. After years of failing to pull Mikael out of the depths of drowning, he was going to latch onto this lead even if it would suck him in with it. “I feel the moment has shifted. This is a narrow window of time, and we have to act while we still can. I will help you, Misha. We need to find where this all began.”

Basic Stats:
STA 8 - EVA 20 - STR 3 - WIS 20 [24] - ARC 1 - ACC 18
Keen Eye / Charmer / Evasive Maneuvers / Fearless / Comprehend Languages: Parseltongue & Veela
Inventory: A silver locket, a longer handmade necklace with a serpent theme, a silver earring from the Horntail Horde piercing excursion, a golden ring from Yefim, a wand, a copy of Romeo’s medical notebook, Oakshaft 79.

Action: Talking and grabbing Mik back

Movement: Still at the remote corner table

Appearance: Albanian post-Ottoman attire with a sheathed and peace-tied scimitar; wearing a historical white fustanella with a brilliantly blood-red overcoat

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Open to interaction with anyone. OOC I anticipate, welcome, and encourage others to interact with Val IC.

@Eugenia Karageorgiadi, @Percival Rainwood (Mikael), @Matthew Campbell (Nikolai)

As the White Seeker turned around to talk to her, she tried to smile. But all the things she had seen, that had happened over the past days made it difficult to. When he answered, she spoke an almost silent Yeah, I am. Hearing Albanian from him was certainly a surprise. Of course, she could understand some things. Some children back at Grandma’s house at Thessaloniki also spoke that language, she hence understood certain words. The language tried to force a frown on her face, but it didn’t. Control.

Familiarity? To a certain Russian she barely recognised and had never talked to in the past? Odd. But well, that friend of his mother… Wait. Her great grandmother, the oldest aunt of her grandfather. Mother’s side. She’d go to Russia sometimes. Well, it was worth a shot asking… Wait. That friend you say… Because I know someone who’d go to Russia or Germany, I think, from time to time. Was her name Ariadne? Αριάδνη Κοσμητάκη; Does it sound familiar? Because I’ve been told I look and sound familiar to her… And then, the Greek quickly added. And don’t worry. My ancestry is very weird too.

She also bowed as they shaked hands, more like a curtsy. Those were the manners she was taught. Eugenia Malamo Karageorgiadi. I’m here, from Hogwarts. I play Quiddich too, Ffirst-string chaser for Hufflepuff’s team. She sighed at the death of the Headmistress. She had worn black for months when her grandfather died. She understood and sympathised. She just nodded in agreement. After he spoke some more, she responded. Oh yes, of course. I’ve tried to work with fabric and it’s difficult. He must have a lot of skill. He was 25 centimetres or so taller than her, so looking up was a bit- odd. But she didn’t mind.

A look of surprise on her face. Well maybe. Or yes, if you recognise her. The woman I mentioned a few minutes before is one of my great-aunts or something. Oh, and, just Eugenia really. The song was immensely familiar. After two notes or so, she caught on to the song from the melody. And she sang. Her perfect memory did all the work for her. And she sang. His pronunciation wasn’t the best. But it was okay. Some syllables were missing. She covered. In opposition to his tenor voice, she was soprano, going as high as she could. But it wasn’t just the words she knew. She knew all the notes. On the violin. She had done a duet with her sister once. She the violin, Ifigenia the viola. It was great.

The cough in the end was concerning. Usually, when Eugenia was out of breath, she just looked down. She remembered what happened at Hogsmeade. And she came to the realisation. Either way, cough or not, he had been there. He had been hurt. Her memory was hurt too, after seeing everything from the high vantage point of the Astronomy tower. And then, Iriliya. She was hurt too. How, why did it all connect? She’d find out. It was really important. Answers alike.

Oh, I did understand. My great aunt taught this song to me. So I know it. And how to play it on the violin. Thank you too! She saw the black circles around his eyes. It all just added up… Valentin, are you really okay? You don’t look so- Her voice was cut by another voice. Of a boy. She had seen another, in their vicinity, but not this one. His face had a look off a frightened animal. What the heck had happened? Being watched? She listed intently, trying to get all the information she could.

The other boy from before left. She didn’t want to tell him anything. It felt wrong. It was her fault. The little voices in the head spoke. She tried to keep calm. Don’t show it. And she did it. Kinda. The only sign on her face was a frown. Which she contracted quickly. She continued to listen. Alive. Since a train ride. Following him. Hey, you could tell me how he looks. Or if he is in here. I know the kids at Hogwarts. My memory doesn’t fail. I actually recognise most of them. Do you remember when you first saw him? You can trace it back that way. She smiled and looked down thinking. A thing to distract her from her thoughts. For a fleeting moment, she looked at the dance floor.

There was trouble. Spells. A lot of things. She wouldn’t take part. No time for trouble. She was prepared to dodge . And then she turned her focus to the conversation between the two Durmstrang boys. She’d have an eye out for both.

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Pings: @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood Valentin Schnell @Percival Rainwood Mikael Halldorson
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Sta: 8 — Eva: 7 — Str: 2 — Wis: 10 — ArcPow: 6 — Acc: 8
— Perfectionist I — Evasive Maneuvres —
Action: Talking to Valentin and Mikael, looking around. If anything comes her way, Actively Dodge.
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Outfit: xxx
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Banner by Ernest Baird

MODERATION ROUND 9

Hope in humanity was recovering, how wonderful.

Not before Hedeon (@Noah Jupe), coming as a surprise to no one, managed another attempt at shooting poor @Elizabeth Stonewall, of course. However, this time was just as futile as the last, and fate seemed to have extended some mercy to the victim of their bullying when he missed once more. Elizabeth's upper body still seemed perfectly fit to evade his attacks despite her rooted legs, and Hedeon, who did not give himself a large target area by aiming at her arm, would miss her, tantalisingly, just barely. Doubtlessly his behaviour was what deserved to be shot, but karma would not go as far.

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Hedeon's wisdom: [d20: 9]+5 = 14 > WDC: 10
Hedeon's accuracy: [d20: 3]+10 = 13 < Elizabeth's evasion: [d20: 15]+0 (take root) = 15

But that did not mean karma ceased to act at all, for Elizabeth's advantage came as the Pumpkin Head spell wore off. Soon the Koldovstoretz student would find himself tripping over the young Hogwartian's extended hand - a clever little trick that defeated the unsuspecting Hedeon, despite his advantage in age and size. Perhaps too caught up in figuring out why his malicious spell-casting had failed to land, he would be blind to the obstacle and notice too late. He would be tumbling onto the ground, and while the injury would remain mild, the embarrassment, after all the humiliation he had caused Stonewall, was all he deserved.

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Elizabeth's accuracy: [d20: 19]+7=26 > Hedeon's evasion: [d20: 4]+15=19
HP loss: 50

Arno (@Prat Pass), meanwhile, despite his despicable liking towards "snake charming", had enough decency to turn on his ex-allies. @Kiana Nakamura, the perpetrator of Elizabeth's pain and her unfortunate predicament of being stuck to the ground, might have been surprised to find Dorian's wand tip in her face, but she would not yield her weapon so easily. Alas the duellist's Expelliarmus was futile, with the elder student dodging it easily. Despite his affinity at throwing out spells and his newfound righteousness - or rather, pity; righteousness was not a trait fit for Arno, this one, which also missed just barely, would not hit.

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Arno's wisdom: [d20: 4]+7 = 11 > WDC: 10
Arno's accuracy: [d20: 13]+10 = 23 < Kiana's evasion: [d20: 19]+5 = 24

Tonight's commotion would see the entrance of yet another student, rushing into the discord. After all, everyone thought they could be the hero, the knight on shining armour rescuing the trapped princess. With a swift Finite Incantatem, Hans would be the one to free Elizabeth from her botanical capture, extending a helping hand despite the darkness amidst them. Joining him would be Allyssa Schmidt, who had taken a break from her own attempts at mischief - though they proved less arousing - to help the girl. They were both smart enough to start suggesting getting Elizabeth out of the situation.

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Hans' wisdom: [d20: 8]+5 = 13 > WDC: 9

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OOC Information

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He felt himself tweaking. How annoying was it to be effectively tripped by someone who was under the effect of the Take Root spell? How horrible was this curse on him? Hedeon got up and deposited his wand back into his pocket, angrily approaching the girl who now no longer had a pumpkin head on her.

Hedeon drew back his left arm as far back as he could possibly take it, feeling the muscle straining. "You're going to feel this in the morning, and I hope it hurts for months on after this point. No one humiliates me. No one." He said, concluding his dumb statement. He looked at her in her eyes, his facial expression colder and angrier than it was earlier, it was unforgiving.

"Little girl, you will regret it." Sure, earlier he was attempting to shoot at her while she was blindsided by a bloody obstacle obscuring her view, but now that she could see, he was going to aim for her, not with magic but physically. There would be no kindness in his heart.

Could you imagine trying to get revenge for stinking up the whole place then getting tripped for shooting at someone? Yeah, well, Hedeon lived it.

He threw his arm forward, aiming for her face.

Action: Punching Elizabeth Stonewall

Sta: 10 | Eva: 15 | Str: 12 | Wis: 5 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 10

Mentions: @Elizabeth Stonewall

Roleplaying as Lee Ye-jun from Beauxbatons – Encyclopedia

Violet in English, Red in Korean and Blue in French

Ye-jun smiled at Tone’s explanation of the nickname. “I see…I think Eun-ji would like that actually. Not that she’d ever admit it of course.” He added with a grin. The Korean boy knew his cousin far too well. “She likes Arthurian legends. All her pets got names after characters from those stories. She had a dog named Morgana and her cat is called Mordred. There is also a character from a TV series about Merlin that is called Freya so I believe it’s a good choice for her.” He praised the Mahoutokoro student before nodding. “I see. She’ll be probably back soon then. I hope you enjoyed the game.”

Upon mentioning Eun-ji’s date, Tone seemed more excited than his cousin was when she mentioned it to him. It was nice to see someone so enthusiastic, although Ye-jun couldn’t help but wonder what was going underneath that cheerful exterior. He doubted the blue haired boy was this simple. Happy people were rarely just happy and worry-free. There must have been more going on, the same way Ye-jun wore his mask of utter confidence and Eun-ji pretended to be calm and levelheaded all the time, when they were anything but. It was not his place to pry however. Perhaps he would learn more with time. “Hmm...I don’t remember the name but it’s a Hogwarts student. He is in the same house as her and used to be part of the duelling team. I saw him when they came in. A handsome tall fella. Pale skin, ivory hair. I’m not sure if it’s an actual date or not but they looked great together and he seemed like a decent guy.” Ye-jun wasn’t sure if Tone would know him since they were from a different school but he asked so he got an answer.

“Protective cousin, eh?” The Beauxbatons student huffed. The friendly punch didn’t make his body move an inch. Still, he could tell Tone had some decent strength hidden behind his sunshine front and was somewhat impressed. “Well, when we were kids, she used to be the one to protect me. I figured it was time to return the favour… even though I would be much happier if there was no reason to keep an eye on her in the first place.” He admitted honestly, knowing Tone would not tell on him since he just promised he wouldn’t. Strangely enough, it was easy to trust him despite not knowing each other for that long.

Ye-jun would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised that his new friend came to the ball alone. Then again so did he in spite of being pretty popular. “I see…” He gently patted the hand holding onto his arm. “I suppose you'll be in my care then.” He winked at the younger man playfully. Slipping into his flirty persona effortlessly. Well at least this time, it was actually fun to do. “I ate with Eun-ji before coming here. I don’t really trust the food here to be honest. What about you? Do you want to eat something?” He asked in return.

Unfortunately, the peace didn’t last long. As much as they both managed to ignore the commotion until now, things were truly getting heated now, Well…some students tried to prevent the situation from escalating further but the oldest boy of the bunch just wouldn’t back down. Even after failing the second arrow shooting spell, he didn’t seem willing to listen to reason. There were already plenty people around, which is why the Beauxbatons student managed to stay out of the conflict for so long however, once the older boy threw his arm forward, aiming for the little girl’s face, Ye-jun saw red. He hated bullying more than anything especially when the power balance was this ridiculous. Did this fucker really intend to punch a kid because of an annoying prank? He was vaguely aware of Tone yelling their way too but he could not just keep watching anymore. If no adult would step in, he would. “Sorry…I’ve got to…” The Korean boy tried to excuse himself before leaving his friend but failed to form a coherent sentence. He was far too gone at that point.

Ye-jun didn’t even know how he reached the boy, neither did he bother saying anything to him. Clearly, he was far from done when it came to dealing with his own anger issues but at least he did chose opponents his own size. Gutless coward. Ye-jun cursed silently before finally attempting to land his own blow. If nothing else, at least to give the girl a chance to escape. Though in the state he was in, the Korean boy wouldn’t be surprised if he missed.

Interacting with: @Kim Sato as Tone Bakugo and @Noah Jupe as Hedeon Karen
Mentioning: @Elizabeth Stonewall
Action: Edit based on mod's owl.: Kicking Hedeon with all his might ( doesn't matter whether he is still standing or on the ground)

Lovely banner by Sage Willows

Speech: color=#a67b01
Thoughts: Italics
Outfit: Stunning, royal blue, long dress, with small black heels, a silver necklace, a blue velvet pouch bag.
Items: Wand, and small velvet bag with unknown items.
WC: 609/200
Action: Entering, seating and looking at room.
Moderated Actions: Dodge anything aimed at her!
Species/Talent: N/A (Human)
Stats: stamina ◦ 9 | evasion ◦ 9 | strength ◦ 2 | wisdom ◦ 6 | arcane power ◦ 0 | accuracy ◦ 9

Louisa McStately smiled at her reflection in the mirror, finally feeling satisfied with her looks. She carefully collected the ocean blue velvet pouch, and checking that her wand, a little more make up, hair pins and a small photo of her family were carefully stashed, she collected up her long dress and headed out of the room.

Louisa’s silky and stunningly beautiful, royal blue dress looked truly beautiful on her. With its carefully fitted top area, to the silky material of the skirt - the dress swished around her as she walked nervously down the corridors. Her neat black, small heeled, shoes tapped as she walked relatively carefully, relieved that her practice in walking in heels had come to something. A pretty silver necklace that Louisa’s mother had given her for her last birthday was carefully positioned. In her hand was the small, blue, velvet pouch. Louisa’s hair was up in a neat, but classical updo with a blue floral clip holding it together.
Finally reaching the Great Hall, Louisa flicked back a stray strand of hair, smoothed her dress and took a breath. Maybe I’ll even meet some sweet boys… Louisa smiled at the thought and entered.

The room was… stunning! And yet it certainly wasn’t what she had expected. Well, in all truth, she hadn’t read much about it at all. In fact, if she had been told her outfit didn’t meet the dress code or some other important thing was missing she would hardly be surprised. Yet, she had expected it to be a bit more like a fancier and larger version of her 7th birthday party. But it was very… different. It looked stunning, but somehow Louisa felt as though it gave a mysterious feel.

Louisa, quickly decided that she had better go somewhere with a little more purpose to analyze the room. Locating the food rather easily, she walked over, through some sort of mist, and as she reached over for a small muffin, her hand however stopped a centimeter and simply hovered in mid air. The cupcake was decorated with a sort of spooky style and was hardly what she expected. Now with a nervous and shaky hand she picked it up and stepped to the side of the table, and headed towards a table to survey the room. Anyway, the cupcake was most likely a good, old joke!

Once Louisa had seated herself at a table for three, she began to look at her table nervously. There was a circle of candles in the middle of the table that were semi-engulfed by the misty thing. Romantic… If your sitting with a boy! Louisa mused. As she stared at the table she noticed the shards of a broken bottle. As she looked more carefully, she realized it was the remains of a liquor bottle! Surely you can’t drink so young, even in the wizarding world Louisa frowned, a feeling was erupting in her stomach. Nerves? No. Scared? No. Anticipation? Of something horribly odd? Yes.

As Louisa examined the rest of the room, she began to notice other odd details. The walls were unusually covered for a start. Not exactly the style one might expect for a fancy event like tonight’s lovely ball… And then it was high up in the rooms architecture that Louisa’s nervous eyes wondered. Spiderwebs? At a fancy event like this? How odd. And the music! Not at all what one might expect either!

And then somewhat ignorant Louisa realized what it was! In that very hall something was happening - something rather odd and unusual. Did someone just aim a punch?

Louisa frowns as she looked around the room once more. A shiver ran down her spine, that had nothing to do with the rooms temperature. Now, she really wished she had a good friend to talk to! Perhaps she could just quietly leave…

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