The Spring Soirée Spring Ball 2025

Interacting with : Reducio + Open to interactions from any Hogwarts students or iNPCs!

Outfit: Reducio

Notes: Reducio Speech: #8e19d7 Thoughts: italics

Under the weight of the other girl staring at her (Robin), Devon’s cheeks flushed red. She awkwardly brushed a stray strand of her out of her eyes. ‘I was only trying to be friendly; I didn’t think I was behaving badly … I want to say something to her … at least to find out what I did wrong,’ she gave an apologetic look at her before glancing back at Luce and Eonaria, then back at the other girl. ‘Hm, I don’t want to be rude and leave yet. I hope I get a chance to talk to her,’ she thought, finally breaking eye contact with the other girl. She felt terrible, hoping she didn’t ruin that girl’s night. She only came there to dance and mingle with others … maybe even make new friends, not to be a killjoy.

Looking back at Luce, Devon gave a worried expression. “Half? Oh my!” She looked at Eonaria, then back at Luce. “That may be enough for the effects of … whatever is in that potion. I hope it’s nothing too terrible,” she lamented. She shrugged at Luce’s comment about who would do such a thing. “There are plenty of teenagers coming to this; who is to say any of them felt like pulling a prank?” She suggested.

Then, Luce abruptly left … returning a short time later without the drink. Devon blinked in surprise. “Oh, you got rid of the drink; that’s good,” she replied. It was good to limit exposure. While most potions could be powerful, it would be worse to get the full impact of the potion by drinking too much of it. She turned to Eonaria. “I enjoy it … it’s always so busy, though and filled with a lot of traffic,” she replied. She giggled at Luce’s comments about New York City and nodded. “I’ve been to all those … either from my No-Maj school, visiting with my family or older siblings. My home is a few blocks from Central Park,” she continued.

“I’m sure there are,” Devon laughed, enjoying Luce’s story. “Like in America, we call the snacks you have with tea cookies, and here, it’s called a biscuit,” she shrugged. She blinked at Luce’s comments to Eonaria about tiny comic books. “Tiny comic books … do you mean manga?” She asked.

Looking up, Devon blinked at the boy who took Eonaria’s dance card. He looked to be Japanese. Eonaria appeared more confused than anything. That would be understandable. “I think it was about those tiny comic books?” She suggested, curious about what Luce was mentioning.

Reducio

Note: 427 words

Action:
Feeling embarassed and sad about @Robin Marie, talking to @Lucy Channing and @Eonaria Kabukimono, and watched Akari Kabukimono.

Lovely Creature | Calming Presence
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 6

Outfit:

Reducio

The devil made him do it. That was going to be his official excuse for anyone brave enough to question his absolutely criminal choice of attire.

A decent lad showing up in a dress? Strange, sure, but not unheard of. Turning up in a full chicken costume? Weird, but maybe there's a theme. Do both - at a formal ball? He might as well drop to his knees and beg to get judged.

Whether or not public humiliation was waiting for him though, it was far too late to chicken out now. Besides, he had Astra - his secret weapon. She was bound to steal all the judgemental eyes from him and melt their hearts instead.

Come on, who wouldn't find a cute little pet rock dressed as a baby chick adorable? You'd have to be completely unhinged to pull something like that off. Then again, there was probably no one present at the ball more unhinged than Joseph.

“You ready for this?” Joseph asked, stooping down to lift his rock friend off the ground. She looked effortlessly dazzling in her outfit as always, absolutely aww-inducing and snuggle-worthy. Wasn’t it comforting to know he’d always have a lovely companion by his side even if the whole school were to turn against him. Clucking to get into character, Joseph tucked Astra securely into the little sling wrapped snug around his chest, trying not to spend too much time adoring her fluffy yellow felt feathers. No more time to waste. Time to the join all the fun.

With a final breath, Joseph nudged open the doors to the ballroom.

“Whoa,” Joseph breathed, a hand still resting protectively on Astra.

The Great Hall was unrecognisable. The usual long tables were gone, replaced with white, round tables to fill the space. Fairy lights hung overhead, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow. It wasn't just beautiful... there was something ethereal about the whole scene.

The ballroom was already buzzing with students, laughter and lively music mixing in the air. Hopefully everyone would be too preoccupied to pay Joseph much attention.

“Let’s go get some food, shall we?” he said with a laugh, trying to look as discreet as any guy sporting a chicken-themed dress could ever be.

Actions: Entering the ball, going to get food with rock friend, Astra

Stamina 8 | Evasion 3 | Strength 5 | Wisdom 6 | Arcane Power 6 | Accuracy 7

Open to interactions!

Dennis buckled on his buckles and latched on his latches, layer after layer. He could have asked for help getting ready for the one and potentially only ball that he was likely to attend but he was set on doing it himself. This time Dennis was pulling off all the stops. No mismatched socks on his head. No tie around his waist. No pretending he was a bodybuilder in the park. Dennis was going to be “serious” this time. As he finished his costume, he looked at himself in the mirror feeling half proud, that his outfit came together well, and a little silly since he wasn’t used to putting in so much effort. He then went to his drawer and pulled out a potion. By serious, Dennis obviously meant mischievous. He tucked away his dogbreath potion into a pocket, fastened on his cloak, and went down to the great hall - fashionably late as usual of course.

The great hall was a sight to behold and he forgot all about feeling awkward when he saw how much effort went into making this happen. He wasn’t quite sure now why he avoided all the balls in the past but at least he thought he might start going to them now! He scanned the room of dancers and revelers to see if he recognized anyone. Colin was there doing his thing. Ruth and Pam were dancing, he was a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t get to dance with either of them. But perhaps there would still be time.

The one person he expected to be there, even perhaps a little too excited to see, didn’t seem to be there. Perhaps she wasn’t going to show? Not after that owl she sent him, surely! She was partly the reason for him coming down here in the first place. He picked up the blank dancing card eager to start getting it filled out. The Ravenclaw tapped the glass of his bottle nervously waiting for anyone he might recognize to dance with. At this point he’d just dance with anyone, so infused with energy from the event was he.

Figuring it was safer if he wasn’t dancing with a bottle of fire breathing potion, Dennis slid it under a table by the entrance while no one was looking. He’d definitely be back for it. Once it was secure, he walked around the room trying to find an opportunity to dance with someone.

Mentioning: @Colin McCoire, @Meyra Lancaster, @Pamela Graham, and @Ruth Fairchild

Action: OPEN to dancing
Equipment: Dogbreath Potion

Abilities: Fearless and Impartial

Sta: 5 | Eva: 8 | Str: 1 | Wis: 8 | Arc: 8 | Acc: 10

The Fit:

Reducio

English : #EFD3D2
Korean : B2284B
Russian : 009A44
Thoughts: ' this '
Others Speaking: Bold
Outfit: Dress | Hair | Shoes | Cuff
Word Count:341
Other: Permission to god mode Hikari
°° STATS | stamina ◦ 4 | evasion ◦ 5 | strength ◦ 7 | wisdom ◦ 6 | arcane power ◦ 8 | accuracy ◦ 5

Speech -- Thoughts

Pam shook her head as Ruth swung her around, suddenly glad of her choice of clothing. Imagine trying to do this with a set of clothing which reaches my feet, it would be the embarrassment of a century.

"Major difference between aching toes and broken limbs don't you think?" she deadpanned, not remotely trying to appear not sulky, "Also 'fun' is subjective." But still, she couldn't deny the fact that, atleast with Ruth leading her, it was not that bad. Atleast she did not have to use her limited braincells to figure out what to do.

That was of course, until the music began to swell to its climax, and seemingly exciting Ruth even further, who let out a rather wild laugh, before twirling the two girls around, and Pam felt her feet catching on the edge of her dress, and she let out a "Oh, wait—" as they smacked into each other.

She laughed softly as they neared the food tables and Pam's attention was immediately, obviously taken by the rows of food nearly arranged, and the multicolored drinks next to them. Wow those look so good...

The inevitable eventually occurred, with Ruth ending up with her feet on Pam's and their dance ending instantly. Ruth though, got way too flustered, handing Pam a cup full of a yellow liquid running off to the food table. Pam grinned as she picked up another from the table before following her and pushed it into the girl's hand in response, indirectly telling her to calm down, because honestly that had been expected.

Taking a dip of her own drink, Pam's eyes widened as she took in the taste. It was sweet, with a hint of something a little tangy, and Pam held it up in her hand to say, "Wow, this is amazing." She tiled her head to Ruth, "Try yours, might be nice." Then noticing the fact that her hair was opening up, she remarked, "Hey, your hair...it has no respect for my hard work."

She picked up a macaroon, taking in the new people who had arrived, biting into it and humming in approval. "You should try that." She nodded to Ruth, "It's very.... chicken?"

Ruth Fairchild would later ask her why she would describe a macaroon like a chicken. But anyone witb a brain some common sense, would know that no, she did not say delicious like a chicken. What she meant was 'look, someone's come dress up like a chicken'.

Joseph Sims was a brave guy.

Because what do you mean, he came to a spring soiree as a chicken? Well that's one way of stealing the spotlight. I do hope he didn't think that wouldn't attract attention though. Pam barked out a laugh as she watched him, torn between being totally impressed and totally unimpressed, because out of all the animals he could have chosen... well there's nothing wrong with a chicken.

𝓘t was true that Ruth often underestimated Pamela’s pain tolerance.

Ruth had barely grasped onto a spare plate that she heard Pamela come up from behind her, pushing a glass into her hand. The girl gaped at her while the other talked away, gushing about the drink. It hit her then—how could she forget? When Ira had punched Pamela, the girl had laughed it off. Ruth shivered at the memory and forced a smile onto her face. “I…okay.” She mumbled, about to bring it to her lips when Pamela chided at her.

Ruth couldn’t help but giggle, setting the drink down, untouched. “Guess I had too much fun spinning you around like a princess.” She exaggerated a curtsey. “My sincerest apologies, milady.” Ruth drawled, then straightened herself, deciding to keep Pamela’s injury in the back of her mind for now. Her eyes were drawn to the macaroon in Pamela’s hand, the sight of the treat drawing the smile on her face slightly wider. The last time Ruth had eaten the treat must have been at Beauxbatons, the Valentines’ trip to France that would forever remain concrete in her head.

“A macaroon?” Ruth echoed, reaching forward to pick one, or several, to place on her plate. Sure, why not. She doubt she could ever get enough of those coconut flavoured snacks. Besides, she found that it would be fun to taste test and see if there would be a difference in taste between those she had ate in France, though she didn’t expected much. That, was, until…

“It’s very…chicken”

Ruth halted, shooting Pamela a confused look. “Chicken?” Her brows furrowed and she paused, staring at her. It didn’t take long for Ruth to realise that Pamela hadn’t been commenting on the macaroons at all—hell, she wasn’t even looking at it, but past Ruth’s shoulder.

Spinning around, her eyes searched for the source of Pamela’s flabbergasted expression. She spotted Dennis in the midst, and she couldn’t help but perk up at the sight of him. Striking costume, she admitted, raising a hand to call out to him. But then Joseph came into view.

Her words died in her mouth as she took in the sight. Ruth’s jaw fell open wider than it had previously, as Pamela guffawed behind her. Her cheeks coloured as she closed her mouth, the faltering hand clenching to dig her nails into her palm to stifle her laughter. A smile slipped onto her face nonetheless.

“Joseph!” Ruth exclaimed, beckoning him over, though it was evident he was heading towards the table already. In his hands, to her delight, he cradled Astra, wrapped in a chick costume too? She waited for him to head over, popping a macaroon into her mouth simultaneously. She turned to Pamela briefly. “Doesn’t take like chicken at all,” Ruth joked.

Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 7| Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 8 | ArcPower: 4 | Accuracy: 6
Ability: ’s Grace
Action: Forgetting to drink the punch @Pamela Graham has given her, then spotting @Dennis Tumberton and gesturing @Joseph Sims over.

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Interacting with: @Andronica James ---------------------------Mentioning: ---------------------

-------Italics= Thoughts

The girl burst out in Korean, her voice a bit higher than Graci thought it would normally be.

"Please watch where you are walking."

"Again, sorry, but I was watching where I was going, when some ταραχή agitation bumped into me."

Graci knew it sounded like she was making excuses, but someone did bump into her.

She felt particularly bad for bumping into this girl. She was pretty. So was her dress which was narrowly missed by a pastry Graci had almost dislodged from this girl's hand.

"I really am sorry, if there's anything I can do to make it up to you, I will." Graci felt herself blushing, getting more embarrassed by the second. So much for that Gryffindor courage I guess.

This whole year Graci had been trying to emulate the characteristics of a Gryffindor. She figured they didn't get embarrassed so easily. Probably would just laugh it off.

"I'm Graci by the way." She said it more as a passing thought, but maybe it's helpful to know who bumped into you? So you know to avoid their clumsiness?

She just sighed and shook her head, chuckling a bit. She probably seemed a bit out of wack, but she didn't mind.

"Your dress looks beautiful."

Action☆: Profusely apologizing to Andronica
☆Stats: ST: 6 - E: 6 - STR: 6 - W: 7 - AP: 5 - AC: 5

this boi is named Akari Kabukimono

14/4/25 - Time: 1:08pm Japanese - English - Thoughts Location: Spring Soiree, Hogwarts Great Hall IC Date: Evening, April 11, 2025 Interacting With: N/A Interactions closed, though if you want to follow him to the Garden of Eden to interact that is an option...

XXXThe Spring Soirée was becoming more lively, especially as people began to talk more. There also seemed to be multiple collisions occurring, whether on the dance floor or by the refreshment tables. Akari winced slightly, looking around. It would be terrible to place much effort into your outfit only to have it ruined by consumables. After finishing his strawberry-peach tart which he managed to keep in his hands and not on the floor, he began surveying the food.

XXXThey offered a different selection than at the Garden of Eden, which was excellent. It seemed to more centered around meals rather than snacks. Akari contemplated getting a plate, but in a place like this, something was bound to fall in an unfortunate accident. It would be a travesty to allow perfectly-good food to go to waste, so he opted to take only one of the candied grapes.

XXXThe outer shell broke with a satisfying, sweet crunch. His eyes widened. "Whoa, these are really good," he murmured out loud. Akari took a small handful before making his way out of the Great Hall. The music and atmosphere was wonderful, but the Garden of Eden felt more pleasing to be in.

XXXOn his way out, Akari heard a bout of laughter, causing him to glance over his shoulder. What he saw was both comical and absolutely awesome: a boy dressed in a full-on chicken suit, equipped with a similarly chicken-ified rock. It was honestly adorable, and Akari commended his bravery and nerve to attend a ball in a chicken suit.

XXXThe music slowly quieted the further he walked down the grounds, fading to the more familiar sounds of nature. He was looking forward to eating more fruit tarts, and hopefully dance with someone... possibly.

~✩✩✩~✩✩✩~✩✩✩~✩✩✩~✩✩✩~✩✩✩~

Action: Nibbling some food, noticing @Joseph Sims, and leaving to go back to the Garden
Sorry that he's moving between threads so much...

Mikey finally worked up the courage to leave the Ravenclaw common room and head down to the soiree. He didn't really want to go but decided it would be in his best interest to at least make an appearance. He made his way down to the great hall passing students and keeping his head low trying to remain anonymous for the time being and hoping to see someone he knows at the party.

When he entered the Great Hall his eyes widened with disbelief. The food, flowers, and centerpieces were truly a sight to behold. He quickly made his way to a table and grabbed a few pastries. he then retreated to the edge of the great hall to observe the soiree from the outskirts. Mikey began eating a pastry while scanning the room for familiar faces. He did see Lucy Channing a girl he knew from Ravenclaw house in an animated conversation with some other girls who were staring at their drinks.

He also noticed Robin Marie yell "POLO" for some reason like she was playing the game he would play at the lake with his cousins back in the muggle world. He decided that his best plan of action was to just kick back and watch how the soirée unfolded.

ACTION
Observing the soiree from the edge of the Great Hall. Noticed @Robin Marie @Lucy Channing

STATS
Stamina ◦ 5 | Evasion ◦ 6 | Strength ◦ 4 | Wisdom ◦ 8 | Arcane Power ◦ 6 | Accuracy ◦ 6

She noticed that Devon was distracted at the beginning and looked in the same direction, to only find out it might have as well been her friend, Robin, who she was looking at. So, Lucy made a mental note to bring up the topic later on.

"Oh. That's, um, good, then. That you got rid of it, I mean."

„Well, it won’t help the fact that I’ve drunk most of it, but at least, I won’t be tempted to drink any more of that foresaken liquid. Well… likely forsaken. Probably forsaken?“ Summed up the Ravie, most likely asking herself the last conversation question.

“There are plenty of teenagers coming to this; who is to say any of them felt like pulling a prank?”

"Okay, it’s either yes or no to being spiked, so fifty per cent chance forsaken – and that’s all I can do.“ Breathed out the girl, as she tried to make her statement as truthful as possible, likely due to her hyperactivity.

Then, she went silent again, spiking another piece of food (this time charcuterie) on her fork and biting on it.

Lucy was looking at Dev, genuinelly interested in what she had to say about New York. "Whoa, fet fo hool!“ Did she hum with her mouth full of her delicately chosen snacks, after Dev had said that she’d been to all those places that she’d mentioned. The incomprehensible sentence was probably supposed to mean ‚that’s so cool‘ or something of that kind.

Once she moved what she’d been chewing until then lowe through her digestive system, she asked Dev with a kind smile: „And which site do you like the most?“

"Tiny comic books...?" She questioned. "No, I don't think I've read any of those."

"Oh. Well, you can borrow some from my brother, if you’re interested. In his trunk, he‘s surely got more than he can possibly read till Christmas…. or ever.“ Spoke the Ravie in a realistic, slightly cynical manner, trying to prevent any emotion, though it wasn’t easy for her to refrain from certain bitterness, probably associated with the fact that her brother (and her wand) were the only persons in the world that were able (and often did it on purpose) to push the poor girl‘s buttons and make her genuinely angry.

“Tiny comic books … do you mean manga?”

"Yes! Yes, that’s it! Manga.“ The Ravie nodded her head once or twice, a thoughtful expression soon claiming her features.

See, Lucy… it’s called manga. How could you forget a name as close to your favorite fruit, as that? Shame on you, really.

As the boy appeared near Eonaria, he caught Lucy’s attention, naturally. A person as easy to fall for literally any sort of distraction as Lucy wouldn’t be saved from this privilege let alone when a new person appeared around.

Luce breathed in to greet him, but he started speaking to Eonaria first, so she decided to give them some time to talk. But she still waved at the boy who took Eonaria’s card, Akari, and she smiled, breathing her unusually silent and calm: "Hello there. How is it going?“

She then turned to Devon, moving her eyebrows up and down mischievously and giggling.

She let them have a conversation, pretending not to pay attention and focus on her food instead.

"What were we saying, again?"

"Uh... I believe you were about to tell us something about your boyfriend." Said the girl with a smirk. She looked pretty amused.

For a moment, her eyes escaped elsewhere in the Hall. Her sight ran over a few unknown faces, before she spotted Mikey, standing in the corner, but not that far from her, hopefully. That was why a huge smile appeared on her face, and she waved at her Ravenclaw friend eagerly.

Action: Speaking to @Eonaria Kabukimono and @Kaitlyn Connor, noticing @Mikey Forville and waving at him

STATS: sta 6 | eva 5 | str 6 | wis 5 | arc 7 | acc 6