The Mistletoe Spin Group #8 Summer Camp 2024

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Interacting: @Aaron Jones | @Dorion Anderson

Outfit: ✿

Mentioning: @

English | Irish

Her face was still flushed when they pulled back, but she managed to offer him a little smile. Aaron was handsome enough, but she didn't really feel anything other than his warm lips. Maybe he was right, maybe kissing on the lips didn't have to mean anything serious if you both acknowledged it ahead of time. Wow, she had learned something new today!

"Thank you, Aaron!" She waved back at the boy as the music pulled them apart and spun them into a new dance once again. Winnie mostly had Mathias on her mind as she spun around. She wondered if she had over reacted to the entire kissing thing after all. Percival had agreed with her, though, but he had also kissed girls tonight so... Which was it? Was it a big deal or wasn't it a big deal?

When the dancing stopped, Winnie realized, much to her mild discomfort, that she was in the arms of her (still, hopefully?) friend, Dorion. She tried to offer them an unsure smile, hut as her brows knit together she ended up looking more like a guilty dog. She definitely couldn't ask them if they thought kissing was important after what had happened earlier.

"H-Hi..." She greeted them, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. She didn't know what else to say. Should she apologize to them? She wasn't that sorry, though. She didn't want Dorion to punch Percival.

August 2, 2024 Summer Camp, London Quidditch Stadium, England

Interactions: @Akari Kato Mentions: @Opeila Winters @Pericles Dralt @Aly Salinger

Cassius blinked.

How long had it been? Seconds? Minutes? He was still on the dance floor although his legs now felt much more unsteady than they had been moments before. Had the dancing charm not spirited him around like a wavering puppet, he reckoned he would have fallen. As it was, the fact that he was not currently moving allowed him to maintain his balance and dignity to some degree.

The past few moments were a blur. Cassius vaguely recalled a rather intrepid comment to Opeila Winters, nodding in agreement with Pericles Dralt that they would certainly not be kissing, and hot wax momentarily burning his forehead before a well-cast umbrella charm from Aly Salinger protected them from further harm. Had anything else happened under that umbrella? Had she grabbed him by the waist? That really should have been something he remembered. After all, it was not every day one was pulled in close by a beautiful woman. He would need to investigate further. Delicately.

Cassius raised a hand to his forehead with the intent of rubbing his eyes. Dried candlewax crumbled away at his touch and fell effortlessly to the floor. As it did so, he noticed the enchanted floor had placed him in front of a student he did not recognize from his class.

“Hello there,” the Ravenclaw said with a kindly tone, recovering quickly from his weariness although he was still unsteady on his legs. “I do not believe I have had the pleasure of making your acquaintance. My name is Cassius.” The boy inclined his head respectfully, using the gesture to get a better look at the girl without being too obvious. There was something quite charming about her. He could not yet place it but he found himself positively inclined towards the girl. “Pray tell, do you also sense the tension on this dance stage? It feels as if I have been thrust into the middle of an intricate drama. Perhaps I should have paid more attention during the year to the relationship gossips as I feel quite uninformed.”

Cassius glanced at the pairs around them and then up at the mistletoe. “It would seem we have been chosen by the spirit of the dance. Pray tell, are you one to take fate into your own hands? Or do you allow fate to dictate your future?” He perked a curious brow in her direction, thoughtful as to how she might reply and what she might do.

Action: Waiting to see what Akari might do.

Akari let a little chuckle slip out when the boy newly introduced as Percival had apologized for the drama he seemed to find himself in. ”Such things are bound to happen in a game so daring as this” She would reply, hoping to offer him some comfort. “I’m Akari, it’s nice to meet you Percival” She introduced herself, she would not necessarily be adverse to kissing this boy in the slightest, but her shyness and his fair share of drama seemed to steer them away from that topic and towards just a simple conversation which Akari could appreciate as well.

Before long she was pulled apart from her partner again as the dancing spell swept her up and danced her over to another boy.

“Hi” Akari piped up immediately taking note of the kindness the boy seemed to exude and not noticing what sat above them. ”Akari, lovely to meet you” She introduced herself once more. “Oh yes absolutely…. Though I myself even may be contributing to such tensions…. as I really did not expect to have to face certain people today” She sighed first before smiling softly at the boy before continuing. “However worry not, there is no use in paying attention to such worthless and time wasting drama”

”Oh!” Akari gasped slightly looked up at the mistletoe hanging above them, having completely forgot about that aspect of the dance from being so caught up in conversation. She felt the same shyness creeping up upon her as she did with Percival, but as the boy spoke she felt intrigued. It was a good question he posed to her and she quickly felt she knew her answer when it came to the world outside this game and knew she had to follow it in here too. So she would whisper a quiet “Fate”, before standing on her tip toes and placing one hand delicately on the side of Cassius’s face and pressing her lips on his cheek.

Action: Kissing Cassius on the cheek

Reducio

Abilities: | Charmer | Impartial | Prodigal DADA Learner | Cat's Grace |
Stats: Stamina: 7 Evasion: 12 Strength: 5 Wisdom: 9 Arcane Power: 7 Accuracy: 14

All too soon their small moment was cut short and briefly the lazy boy entertained simply grabbing Dorions hand and running off then and there; instead he settled for one last kiss to their hand. “Promise to wait for my poor slow feet if you decide to run off?” He teased, holding their hand as long as the magic allowed before being swept away into the crowd, “don’t pull a Cinderella on me-!”

The words were a bit stilted, the last few words half shouted with a laugh when the music picked up and dragged them apart mid sentence. It was a far more enjoyable experience now that he’d finally danced with his partner, got to hold Dorion in his arms, but now the boy was hit with a new problem because now all he could do was count the seconds between spins and wonder how many dancers it’d take to reach Dori again.

Again the dance ended. And again he was met with a totally new dance partner. Pausing he allowed himself a quick glance around as he let go of the others hands before turning back at the sound of their voice and while Elsian might’ve not always been the best with names and faces or…people in general really he was quite sure he’d never seen this girl in any of his classes before. “Oh, um hi,” he offered lamely, eyes widening with a small start as he truly took in the other for the first time since they stopped dancing; Elsian could honestly say he hadn’t thought he’d see a ballerina at camp.

“Jeez, who was in charge of giving the memo about the dress code? I suddenly feel seriously underdressed.” He joked, plucking at his shirt with bits of melted candle wax still on the shirt for emphasize before crossing his arms with a dramatic huff, “Like Cinderella without the magic.” Which-

Honestly ironic.

Had Dorion known about the apparent theme? Probably not, they’d both been caught by surprise…but it was hardly fair. His boyfriend always looked great without needing to try. “I like your dress-”

He was already wondering how to sew a skirt with the same effect.

“Did you make it yourself? I- oh.” Mistletoe. He hadn’t noticed, had gotten candles this whole time except with Dori and…hmm. Well he felt rather silly…and guilty all of a sudden because oh god this was a mistletoe dance. People came here to dance and kiss and he was most definitely not.

What would Dori do?

Besides punching someone's lights out- because there was no way he could just- KISS someone like that! He only kissed Dorion and even then they didn’t- it wasn’t-

“Actually-! Um, I’m…here with my boyfriend,” Elsian offered with an awkward chuckle, automatically taking a half step back and looking all the more embarrassed for it, “neither of us…actually knew what we were signing up for. We both thought it was just your normal magic dance. Not…this.”

By Merlin, he was so embarrassed. He didn’t know how people could just- the fact he’d just come to this realization was mortifying.

“I’m so sorry.” He sighed dramatically, looking away and up to the mistletoe, “I’m a failure as a mistletoe partner on top of a dress code failure.” He was only half joking but you’d never tell by the deadpan delivery.

On the inside he was suffering and praying to whatever deities there were that Dorion would never find out just how flustered he’d gotten over this. They’d either never let him forget or feel guilty that he’d been uncomfortable and neither were options he liked.

“I’m…Elsian by the way. I don’t think we’ve actually met before.”

☽⦙ Date | 2 August, 2024 ⦙☾
☽⦙ Interacting With | @Elsian Cox & @Winnie Harper ⦙☾
☽⦙ Hex Code | #810B2D ⦙☾

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Dori couldn't help but blush and hide their face in Elsi's chest, his compliments always washing over them like a crashing sea that could not be stopped. "I'll make sure next time you get the best view, obviously that's what really stopped me." They looked back up to him, all sincerity flooding their eyes. "I want to see this through, I can't be seen as a coward running off because of what happened. To the end, or at least until Gray leaves. Whichever comes first. Then we can go and sneak some snacks." As the music swelled, they stole one more kiss before being twirled away. "Oh please, we all know you're the princess in this relationship." Their small laugh carried them through the spinning music, letting the music carry them away.

Oh- they forgot that they would eventually be paired with everyone. Including Winnie. Dori's expression quickly hardened, their body stiffened, suddenly not enjoying the dance. At least the magic but them in the lead this time. Her sweet voice stuttered out a hello, as if Dori was going to go after her next. "So sorry, I actually don't speak to those who defend blood purists. A lovely friendship we had Winnie, a shame to see it cut short by you." They looked anywhere but at her, trying to will the song to switch them quicker. They hadn't danced with Aaron yet, that might be nice. Out of the corner of their eye they saw Pericles leave and it made them frown, was he ok? The two weren't close at all, but hearing about what happened at the ball they found themselves worrying about him.

Action || Snubbing Winnie

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Group 8

FINAL MODERATION POST

The eighth dance-floor never fails to disappoint, and definitely not because of this moderator's mild bias, or anything. Whilst Evelynn Decipio and Aaron Jones are flirting chatting, Pericles Dralt seems to want nothing more than to nope away, leaving his partner Percival Gray to breathe on his own on the golden chessboard. Opeila Winters and Aly Salinger are paired together, much to the latter's chagrin, who after cleaning up her glove tears away from Opeila. There's history there, clearly.

Amina Petrovic seems ready to hand out her third kiss of the evening, but is rebuffed by a very lovestricken Elsian Cox, whose boyfriend Dorion Anderson is just across the way ignoring dance partner Winnie Harper. Meanwhile, half of our last pair Cassius Eden receives a shy cheek-kiss from his partner Akari Kato.

The music has faded out, for good this time, and the enchanted instruments drift slowly to the ground. It seems that the event is over, officially, but will the dramatics continue? Only time will tell...

THE DANCE FLOOR HAS SPOKEN:
@Winnie Harper and @Opeila Winters end up under a candle... that is dripping wax on them!
@Akari Kato and @Aaron Jones end up under the mistletoe!
@Percival Gray and @Elsian Cox end up under the mistletoe!
@Cassius Eden and @Evelynn Decipio end up under the mistletoe!
Amina Petrovic (@Ileen Knight) and @Dorion Anderson end up under the mistletoe!
@Aly Salinger ends up under the mistletoe! #dancingonyourown

For any questions or concerns, please owl the moderator of this event, @Aly Salinger.

This is the last "paired moderation" post, aka the last time you will be paired with a partner. The music has faded out and the event is technically over. Next Saturday, August 17, I will do one last moderation for any spells/actions that have been cast in this round, and that will be the end of moderations for this event, though you are welcome to continue RPing in this thread following that.

⋖ 02/Aug/2024 @ evening | OUTFIT | ENGLISH [#715380] | FRENCH [#b654a9] ⋗
INTERACTIONS @Aaron Jones @Cassius Eden @Aly Salinger | MENTIONING @Percival Gray @Pericles Dralt
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Evelynn's comment towards Jones' growth had been based in the mass of muscle he had acquired over the years, previously hidden beneath school robes. Thus, when he had replied with "Yea, uh, you too", the Gryffindor had pinned him with a quizzical expression bordering on amusement, but otherwise allowed that particular exchange to slide without further comment. Besides, perhaps the fault had been her own in being a bit too blunt with her observation. There was a time and a place, she reminded herself.

She nodded along as Jones described having left the Hufflepuff quidditch team. As a captain at the time and still very invested in the competition, various roster changes such as that had been keenly noted. Though he hadn't nearly the physique then as he had now. He had been an excellently nimble flyer, but—she was almost guilty to admit it in the moment—not nearly as much on her threat radar as the likes of Procoppio, White, or Healy. "Well.." Brows shrugged empathetically as he spoke of disdain for team sports, "that much I can understand at least." After all, she had returned to quidditch for all of a single game before confirming that she seemed to have lost her taste for it.

But her adoration for flight had never left her. Perhaps even more so after having completed her animagus ritual and now knowing that natural flight would never be gifted to her, she had clung figurately to her broom as one of her only sources of true freedom. The Quidditch team may no longer keep a number with her name upon it, but that didn't mean she had let go of that passion, particularly if she wanted to be able to keep up with Pericles. And with Alyssa, Rebecca and Finnegan still involved in the sport, it had crossed her mind a time or two that she could help them practice.

"Clearly, you were sorted into the wrong house.." she mused with a lilt to her tone. "I can hardly think of an activity requiring more courage or daring than one that taunts gravity and regularly dances on the edge of certain peril." At least in Quidditch, there were professors and healers ready and waiting in the wings with slowing charms to prevent what could be a fatal collision with the ground when a player inevitably found themselves dismounted. "Or have you, like some of our peers, completed an animagus ritual and now find yourself blessed with a winged form, leaving you beyond such mundane worry?"

Movement in her peripheries drew her gaze. A scarlet coat wandered between the pairs of students variously engaged upon the gold-gleaming dance floor, candles upon the figures shoulders casting a warm glow that flickered with every purposeful stride. Her scrutinizing gaze trailed after him for a few paces before darting back in search of they from whom he was departing. Grey fixed upon Gray, lips hardening into a thin line.

"Mn?" A mellow compliment had cut through her brief distraction, pulling her gaze back upon the Hufflepuff. "Oh—" Her expression softened, concern conceding to decorum as she fixed in place a contrite, closed-lipped smile, subtly nodding with a low "—thank you. I imagine I have my father to thank for those." Not that she'd seen her father's eyes, but she certainly hadn't taken after her mother's warm mossy greens. Again, her attention dipped briefly off to spy Pericles departing the scene, fading quickly into the darkness of the camp without so much as a backwards glance. "I have been, yes.." Jones would receive a mildly distracted answer regarding her experience at camp before she turned upon him an apologetic smile. "Please forgive me, I must excuse myself. Perhaps we might catch up another time? It has been nice speaking with you."

With a barely perceptible curtsy, in accordance to her thematically queenly attire, Evelynn took a step back to prematurely extract herself from the conversation, snowflakes trailing from her gown in a small flurry. Gliding strides carried her across the chessboard-like flooring with every intention to take her leave, but it seemed she would not quite be so lucky. The music started up again before she was able to step safely onto snowy ground. There was little choice but to be swept up again by the choreography lest she find herself at perpetual risk of colliding with one of her peers. Nevertheless, she made every effort to guide her way towards the refreshment table, that she might provide a quick excuse and depart when the pieces of the chessboard had settled once again.

When the music stopped, she slowed gracefully to a stop in the arms of one of those who seemed to take most naturally to this sort of event. "Mister Eden," Evelynn greeted with an overly formal bow of her head and half-curtsy. She had every intention to simply turn on the ball of her foot to take her leave, already resigned to her mission to find out whatever Gray had done this time to drive off Pericles. Perhaps it was a fluke, or maybe it was the subtle difference in illumination this time compared to previous.. Whatever the case, Evelynn caught the existence of a bundle of small green leaves and little white berries floating innocuously above their heads. And just when she thought that the world was mocking her resolve and had determined to thwart her efforts to try to experience the appeal of passion that so many of her peers seemed drawn to...

Immediately, she was accosted again by the horrifically vivid vision of lips pressed against those of the very individual she intended to follow. She froze, an uncomfortable creeping flush inching up her neck.

That just wouldn't do.

Driven as much by the need to bury the stomach-churning discomfort of the vision as the relief of finally getting a mistletoe, silken white-gloved hands raised determinedly to cup Cassius' face, one cheek to either palm. Pupils dilated, her stone-grey gaze met that of Eden's, flickering between each of his as though trying to peer through their depths to the notions and emotions that rested behind them. Although she had already been rising to her toes, it wouldn't be until she was certain she wouldn't be rebuffed that she allowed her lids to drift shut and pull him down to close the distance. Her lips met his, using the recollection as a guide to adjust firmness and assertiveness, consciously seeking to replace the Kiss of the Ballet^TM with one of her own, and perhaps subconsciously hoping to alight that same sort of feeling.

By the time she had lowered back to the flats of her feet, her breathing was no more elevated than it was when she had started, the heat that had been rising, abated. Lips pulled in over her teeth to press together pensively, the pad of a thumb brushed briefly along his cheek before sliding down to his shoulders. Without a word, she stepped away to take her leave. Bee-lining it for the refreshment table, however, she spotted her other scarlet-clad friend, looking rather distraught and alone amidst the rest of their paired up peers, and below a mistletoe, no less. "Alyssa, is everything alright? You look as though you want nothing more than to melt into the floor like one of these floating candles." The soft touch of a gloved hand to the girl's elbow accompanied the query before Evelynn came before her face to face.

"Listen.." Her gaze veered off towards the darkness on the other side of the refreshments. "I am a bit worried about Pericles. He was with Gray and then left abruptly..." she murmured quietly, dragging her gaze back to the Ravenclaw witch. "I hope you will forgive my leaving your event early. I am sure all is well, but I want to be sure." She offered a supplicating smile and took both of Aly's hands in hers before gently nudging her chin in Eden's direction. "You should take my place. It would be unspeakable for you to be left to dance alone when you were the one who put so much effort into all of this in the first place." A brief glance up to the mistletoe above preceded a sly smirk. "And it would be a shame to disappoint tradition."

Plus, two memories would surely abolish any images of a pale-haired kiss.

Before Aly could object to any of it, Evelynn pulled Aly gently forward into a more intimate embrace, one hand lifting to cup the girl's cheek, thumb along her jaw to angle her chin upwards and fingers lost briefly within wild brunette tresses at the base of her neck. The kiss conjured thoughts of chocolate enveloped in a subtler, more feminine floral fragrance. Bolstered by intent to take her leave, curiosity of whether the chocolate was just aroma or something more, and a determination to feel that oft-referenced flutter, she pushed the boundary just a bit and slid her tongue against Aly's lower lip to coax a bit of an amateuristic snog, before taking her leave with a final, "I will be sure we are both returned to the tent before midnight."

Action: kissing Cassius*, then Aly*, then leaving the thread

english | russian

Amina’s smile deepend as the boy jumped right on her humor train. She threw her hands up in the air with a mock helpless sigh looking around the dance floor before turning to her mistletoe match again. An innocent smile was curling her lips. “Well, I don’t know. Maybe they just pranked me and Winnie into the color code and I am overdressed! So we are the pumpkin and mice and just disguise between humans…”
She giggled, then tugged on one of the boy's shirt sleeves.“No, seriously dude. I was wearing almost the same thing on the last ball. You shouldn’t let a ballerina give you the feeling of being underdressed. And thank you. I like your shirt. Wanna trade? And no, I didn't make it myself, but put it together myself. So it is and original” Teasingly, she winked, and gave him another cheeky smile.

But it seemed like all the flirting didn’t get her anywhere. Man, those Hogwarts guys were boring. The girls seemed to be a lot more open to fun. She bit her lip with another sigh, tilted her head and then, after a moment's hesitation, held out her hand.
“Boyfriend, huh? Well…. too bad. C’mon. At least, kiss my hand. I can’t go with another rejection again - then I really feel like I lost it. And that can’t be!”
After a short hesitation, her smile grew wider again. “And don’t worry. You are not a failure in dresscode and I still had a nice conversation. Actually” She chuckled and gave him a meaningful look. “we are whooping your ass in quidditch so why not in kissing too. No hard feelings.”

Their sweet time was cut short as the music began to swell again. Amina could already feel the magic tugging on her again, so she quickly turned over her shoulder as she was torn away from the cute boyfriend having boy. “And no, we didn’t meet before. I am Amina. Kiss your boyfriend from me - you owe the plant a kiss, Elysian!”

Funny enough she was finding herself with the very boyfriend under the mistletoe a few moments later. Of course, Amina had no idea that Dorian was the lid to Elsian’s pot.
All she knew was that there was this plant again.
She turned to the pupil with an amused grin and shrugged.
“Hey, nice to meet you. I am Amina and I apologized. I already used up all of my acting and flirting energy.” She paused briefly, slightly puzzled by her own words. Wow, that was true. She hadn't realized that there was a limit.
Then she grinned and pointed upwards. “So what will it be? Kiss on cheek, kiss on lips, kiss on hand, awkward backout chit chat?”

Interacting | @Elsian Cox | @Dorion Anderson
Mentions | @Pericles Dralt | @Winnie Harper

Action: trying to figure out which kind of kiss they will share if at all
Stats: STA: 9 | EVA: 17 | STR: 8 | WIS: 6 | ARCP: 2 | ACC: 17
Inventory: Wand, Broom (Silver Arrow)
Abilities: Muggle Condition | Fearless | Foulplay | Lovely Creature (Allies: None, all may admire her) | Evasive Maneuvers

☽⦙ Date | 2 August, 2024 ⦙☾
☽⦙ Interacting With | Amina Petrovic^{@Ileen Knight} ⦙☾
☽⦙ Hex Code | #810B2D ⦙☾

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The music couldn't have changed soon enough to get them away from Winnie, as soon as they felt the urge in their muscles to switch they released her as if she was an infection. Their face was screwed up into a tight expression attempting to be neutral, but came across more like they had smelled something bad. They were soon put with the girl that they had noticed had just been under the mistletoe with Elsi.

A sigh of relief of not somehow being put with- Winnie- again, somehow came out of Dori and they smiled gently, leading the girl in dance. "Dorion, but you can call me Dori. That's ok, I almost punched someone so I'm not quite a flirter either. I bet your efforts were wasted on Elsi over there, he's my boyfriend." They shot her a wink and giggle. "I'm sure he did the awkward back-out chit-chat. Though, it seemed like he was quite flustered by you. Perhaps because of how beautiful you are. All platonic, of course but I would be remiss not to apologize for him." They would attempt to twirl her if she consented, ending with a kiss on her cheek.

"I hope you have had a decent evening." They pulled away and did a small bow, taking their leave from Amina and started to head over to Elsian to make sure that he didn't get any hits on Percival without them. Even though they knew that Elsi would never harm his precious hands on hits that should be saved for his fearsome boyfriend that wanted to best the Slytherin in battle.

Action || Kissing Amina's Cheek

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