The Garden of Eden Spring Ball 2025

banner by Prat Pass | interacting as Archer Duncan

Archer gave a slow nod at Roux’s recognition and not much more, feeling it a detail to insignificant to add that since springtime he had begun contributing text as well. What did it matter to anyone truly. “I do,” he confirmed, tilting slightly on his heels.

“You don’t seem to be particularly enjoying this gathering,” Archer remarked dryly. The observation, almost redundant considering the state of the two of them, was a fairly evident one with no real meaning behind it, negative or otherwise. Anyone enjoying the said gathering would have been sampling its many drinks and refreshments, or socialising with people they have never known just for it’s thrill, or catching up with friends after an exhaustive year with upcoming exams. They seemed joyous, at least, which Archer appreciated, even if he could not bring himself to be a part of their celebrations. He watched, as always, and he did not intervene. Shifting against the vined wall he asked stiffly, “I wonder why you find yourself here, then?”

A hypocritical question, perhaps; for the most part Archer hardly bothered with coming to the soirée, without a proper attire nor a proper attitude prepared for it. Yet if one were to inquire wherefore he was there himself he could have no clever quip or swift answer prepared. Though S.N.O.G was an event that proved itself if not enjoyable than insightful, there was no Matthew to pull the wallflower Archer into the fray of the celebrations. Nor did he think Campbell much wanted to lead him into the crowds for a nice little dance even if he was present. Now placed into deeper thought when Zeno, despite his usually outgoing nature, adamantly refused to follow in Archer’s attendance and chose to drift off into slumber instead. Not only could Archer not blame him, it was humbling being rivalled in intellect by a feline.

It occurred to him that he ought to find something to do, which happened to be more productive or at least more enjoyable than interacting with a girl who did not much seem to have wanted it either. This both irked and bewildered Archer, for it was Violeta who had approached him first, and whether having spoken or not she must have wanted something out of him. Yet she was as elusive as he was indifferent, which made him wonder by what whims she sought him out in the first place. With his already low tolerance for people Archer was irritated at her little smirks and stealthy moves; at least if she was here for something she could have been straightforward. What was he supposed to do? Fill into the conversation she was supposed to carry when she made her first response in confirmation to his question?

This uncouth mixture of annoyance and confusion happened to be the reason why his hands dug absentmindedly into the brown leather satchel at his side, enchanted to fit much more than it truly contained, though always travelling light it was no feature necessary for the Duncan. All he fished out from its endless depths were a journal, it too leather bound, and a pen, the muggle variant which he preferred as he uncapped the writing utensil and kept it safe between his teeth. In the notebook he scribbled, without any need of illegibus for his rambling shorthand was already messy enough as he took note of his surroundings and the thoughts he should have recorded down much earlier, now jumbled flotsam upon turbulent waters in his mind.

He glanced up halfheartedly after only having managed out a line or two, “At least these parties give us something to write about, doesn’t it?” However dull they could be, the Hogwarts populous could always be duller for the drama — in fact it almost amazed Archer.

April 11th 2025
Speech: #cfa120
Thoughts: Italics
@Colin McCoire and @AngelFyre McCubbin

Emily's eyes dazzled when her butterflies came to life, showering the garden in a display of jewel coloured critters whose wings caught the moonlight. She hopped giddily in her spot as they fluttered around the place, many attracted to the flowers that decorated the venue. One settled itself on Emily's shoulder before she gently transferred it onto her pinkie finger and letting it go again.

While she was admiring her work, she didn't realise Colin had wandered off to the side. When she finally turned back towards his direction she saw him wave his wand around, this time levitating a handsome Simon Kincaid and his ever gorgeous AngelFyre.

"Whoa..."

Emily couldn't say for sure what had her so mesmerised; the cute and adorable couple dressed so extravagantly, the composure and sensibility of Colin McCoire, a boy known for being electric in energy, who was levitating them so calmly, the notion that they were being levitated in the first place-- the list went on.

All Emily knew for sure was that she was impressed. To put it lightly.

Ah, but while Colin demonstrated good behaviour, Emily saw the spark in his eyes. The same one she remembered from their broom racing "practice". Emily's mouth went from an O in "Oh!" to an O in "Ohh..."

If Colin's flicker of mischief was ever underestimated, then worst case scenario, Simon and AngelFyre would be in for a rough ride.

As soon as she saw them float in upside-down-ish twirls, Emily quickly looked at Colin, who was looking unashamedly chuffed with his efforts. The side of her mouth fought against an amused smirk that threatened to creep on her face. She shook her head. Poor AngelFyre and Simon were dangling in the air, with AngelFyre looking like she was fighting to keep her outfit together while Emily was about to spill a giggle.

"Colin~ Behave..." she whispered.

Eventually the prefect perfect pair were set down again and Emily relaxed. Any longer and she probably would've combusted into a laugh-fest. Colin might not have had a problem with it but she could think of two others who would... And they were making their way towards Colin once their feet had touched the ground.

Emily tailed behind Colin as her Huffie peers approached. She stole a few glances at AngelFyre. Man. How does someone look prettier each time Emily sees them? AngelFyre was radiant, beauty incarnate. Like, was she born under a pavilion crafted by ancient guardians, surrounded by beds of flowers and leaves with a fountain filled with the purest of water? Because it certainly looked like it from where Emily was standing.

She watched her and Simon linked together when they came over. Aww.

"So cute...!"

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Stats: Stamina: 7|Evasion: 7|Strength: 6|Wisdom: 8|Arcane Power: 7|Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Non-Human Enthusiast |Cat's Grace

MODERATION POST — ROUND 4.

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Contrary to the requests of the dance cards which were attached to all in attendance, patrons mostly ignored the inanimate object and it's demands, opting to prioritise socialising, partially complying with the initial request. It didn't take long for the butterflies to slowly disperse through the crowd, attempting to escape impending doom, most notable by the newest Grand Seer @Lawrence Maynard moving as though possessed by a poltergeist and bothering a young redhead in the midst of the episode.

Though, the same fate falls on another, @AngelFyre McCubbin succumbing to the same fate as the Grand Seer, attaining a prophecy that momentarily disrupts her romantic evening, one eerie enough to perhaps distraught the girl as it onsets the tone of the evening — portrayed by the shift in hymns echoing through the Garden of Eden, momentarily shifting to a heavier tune, as though reflecting a potential shift in mood.

One patron, @Brookline Quinn, finds herself unfortunately digesting the favourite drink of the evening, a blackberry and apple non-alcoholic cider. To her misfortune, this drink appears to leave most patrons with a heightened sense of emotions, fortunately for Brookline, she's left experiencing positive emotions, contrary to shift in atmosphere outdoors. With the sun fully set, the Garden of Eden truly transforms into a more scenic location, despite the possessions of two.

For now, the demands written in the dance card disappear from each respective card, should their card not contain a list of names, taking all spaces.

MOD NOTE:

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If your dance cards were previously written to be as full, you are more than welcome to ignore the requests of the dance cards. As previously mentioned, the writing only appears on a blank spot within the dance card, the message erases and a new message is written in its place.

ROLLS:

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Garden of Eden — round four moderation.

@Sage Willows is still under the effects of her spiked drink for 1 more round.

@Brookline Quinn drinks a random drink.
[d5 : 3] = 3, Brookline picks Blackberry & Apple Non-Alcoholic Cider, 50% chance of being spiked [1-5].
[d10 : 1] = 1, Brookline's drink was spiked.
Due to 'sparkling' included in the apple juice and drink being spiked, Brookline would feel intoxicated but also buzzed/happy. [duration: 1-2: one round, 3: two rounds.]
[d3: 3] = 3, lasts for two round.

@AngleFyre McCubbin roll for a prophecy.
50% [1-50] chance of receiving a prophecy, may be used once per moderated thread.
[d100 : 15] = 15, AF receives a prophecy, sent in OWL.

@Simon Kincaid and @AngleFyre McCubbin are no longer feeling the effects of their drinks as per round 3.

Please let me know if anything has been missed.

Dance Cards

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Upon entrance into The Garden of Eden, each player will receive a "dance card", a RP opportunity for players to engage with. Within the dance card, names of whom your character dances with must be recorded, beware of prying eyes should their names not be found within the dance card and they are dancing with your player, as this would be the most scandalous thing to do.

NOTE: The inclusion of dance cards is solely for a RP opportunity, you are not obliged to comply with this, but should you mention it, please ensure the character your character dances with, was included in the dance card.

OOC Information

Welcome to the Spring Soirée!
1. To participate, you must be indexed. If you are not indexed yet, please apply here.
2. Moderation will occur every week on Saturdays.
3. Your character is allowed one moderated action per round. Please specify your moderated action somewhere OOC in your post.

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Moderated actions are actions that require rolls, like casting a spell on someone, physically fighting (like punching) with someone, surprising someone, etc. Rolls are not needed for pre-decided or consented actions, like asking someone for a dance.

4. Please include your abilities and stats in each post you make.
5. There are two other threads that are part of the Spring Ball, The Spring Soirée and The Twisted Tavern. You can directly enter the other threads if you have signed up for The Twisted Tavern or wish to participate in the main event, The Spring Soirée, but if you have already posted here, please specify that you are leaving this thread for either one of the other two, as your character cannot be in two places at once.
6. Please follow all usual H.io rules.
7. Enjoy the ball!

4.

The strange brown haired girl left. Cursa and Casey were chatting. Emily was happy conjuring butterflies. Colin smiled. She was really very cute when she was doing magic like this! He sighed. A flash of movement caught his eye and he turned towards the dancers. AngelFyre had given him the signal. Colin smirked. She'd asked for a fairy dance. Probably some Muggle thing. Fairies didn't dance did they?

Anyway, he was more than happy to give his bestie what she wanted. Colin was in his own world, just enjoying the magic flowing from Naur an Edraith and over towards AngelFyre and Simon. She said she'd wanted a bit of a lift for a dance, and Colin was more than happy to oblige! The levitation charm, that was easy enough! But why stop there, right?

A little smirk played across Colin's lips.

A glint of mischief twinkled in his eyes.

Colin thought back to first year and the equally magical moment when he had Ileen and Valentin and Kim and Sophia dancing to his music. He thought he should really play some music for Emmi some time. But here, the music was already magical. He was just conducting the dancers! He twirled them this way and that as the melodies flowed along.

AngelFyre had caught the glimmer in his eyes for certain! Perfect timing! Colin dipped his wand and twirled it about. In response, AngelFyre followed right along! Well, her clothing did anyway, but she didn't have much choice in the matter! Colin's skinny body shook with mirth. AngelFyre ended up upside down!

Colin snorted softly.

Just as he was about to execute the next move, her heard the soft voice of his own date.

"Colin~ Behave..." Emmi came over closer.

He was really quite proud of his magic! Could anyone blame him if he wanted to show off a bit for the best girl in the entire school? Colin's ears could pick up the slight tremor in her voice. Clearly, his girl was doing her best to keep from laughing! After twirling AngelFyre and Simon about for a bit, he set them back down to continue their dance on the ground.

Anyway, his attention was now focused on the belle of the ball! He smiled broadly and shoved his wand back into its sheath. He draped his arm around Emily's shoulder.

"So cute...!" she said. He wondered who she was talking about. Colin looked around. There was no one around anywhere near as beautiful as Emmi! He leaned his head on to hers.

"Aye lass, ye're the loveliest girl here, that's for certain!"

Interactions: @Emily Shephard | || Mentions: @Meyra Lancaster | @Jun Mayumi Mochizuki | @AngelFyre McCubbin || Mod: @Meiyu Xiang

Action: Levitating AngelFyre and Simon!

Werewolf Skills | Evasive Manoeuvres | Werewolf Skills
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 12 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 12
Colin is carrying his enchanted satchel which has his brooms, a number of potions and some other useful things.

LOCATION | Grounds, Hogwarts DATE | 11th April 2025 INTERACTING | @Aodhan Shaw as Jamie Saeng

746 | WORD COUNT x x | OUTFIT given-taken. | SONG

Swiftly escaping the grandiose and oxymoronic dullness of the Spring Soirée due to lack of intriguing events, it didn't take long for Meiyu to soon find the entryway into the Garden of Eden, a scenic escape which transformed the once empty grounds, typically populated with students scattered around. The rays of sun which had quickly concluded prior to her timely arrival had only highlighted the oddly decorated location, though, Meiyu's intrigue in history had yet to extend to the medieval period. To her dismay, another dance card was thrusted in her direction, to which she merely dangled her arm to display to butterfly ornament she had attained from the main ball. Briskly moving past the student who began to pester the young girl, likely being no different in age, Meiyu's patience had begun to wear thin, for a number of reasons.

The lacklustre of events, minus a grandiose show of someone akin to an international student, tossing whatever brewed potion into the drink selection of the evening, had already served as a tedious task to her — her social battery already wearing thin at the poor attempt at deception, which had not managed to escape her prying eyes. Fortunately for Meiyu, she had yet to engage in social interactions, which would save the unfortunate participant, or victim, from her deathly glare, one the student who greeted her upon entrance with duplicate dance card had the misfortune of experiencing so early on. As she diverted away from the student, manoeuvring her body oddly to escape the wrath of the young girl, her eyes moved to the current attendees, searching for familiar faces. Immediately scowling at the sight before her, a few pairs, likely couples, treating the event as though it were a private getaway, just as the Beauxbatons' trip had been.

Scoffing distastefully, Meiyu moved towards the large stone table hosting the assortments of hors d'oeuvres, meticulously eyeing the array of options available, she settled for a sparkling sharbat, intrigued by the cloudy yellow like drink. Hastily, she reached for the drink and took a few sips to quench the thirst from her tedious escapade away from the crowded hall, turning on her heel to admire the scenic and oddly alluring atmosphere alluding from the garden. Had it not been for the creatures, better known as men, loitering around and harassing innocent beautiful women, Meiyu would have likely vastly enjoyed the private area which provided a soothing breath of fresh air.

"What a joke." Meiyu scoffed with a scowl as she took another sip of her drink, finding herself sipping a few more times until she discarded the drink, no longer interested in wasting time. She took a moment to regain a sense of composure, attempting to maintain her facial expressions which were unable to hide her distaste towards the couples scattered around, had her grandiose mastermind plan swiftly moved at the pace she desired, she would likely have been relaxing and admiring the snake who for some reason, held her heart. Disappointed by his lack of presence within the main hall, she'd hope to find him lingering around the garden, given she had not passed him during her trip to the location. Instead, she stood there, alone. The idea of being seen as a date-less freak would only mortify her the longer she thought about it, so, her eyes darted around the garden, in search of a new victim, somebody, anybody.

And there he was, the perfect victim. Besides, she could recognise that gigantous noise anywhere, given how it required it's own room during the Beauxbatons' trip. Making haste, she neatly moved the red strings attached to her, ensuring her garment was still in tact, she momentarily adored the design of the Hanfu inspired garment, which payed significant homage to her Chinese ancestry with the design. The floral elements and accents of red hues within the string wrapped around her, highlighting her burgundy hair, was the perfect touch and matched the atmosphere of the Garden of Eden significantly more than the main ball. After a few moments spent touching up, she briskly moved towards her target, her lips curving in the slightest, devious smile, as she approached him.

"Pinocchio, care to dance?" Meiyu piqued half eagerly and half desperately, more interested with maintaining appearances and portraying that she was not in fact, here alone.

If it wasn't his nose that made him stand out, it was the attire which made him appear as a white highlighter.

ACTION: Drinking sparkling sharbat and approaching Jamie.
MENTIONING: Closed to interactions unless agreed upon.
STATS: Stamina 6 | Evasion 5 | Strength 4 | Wisdom 8 | Arcane Power 7 | Accuracy 6
ABILITIES: Sixth Sense (+2 to awareness rolls, immune to Charmers.)

April 11th 2025
Speech: #cfa120
Thoughts: Italics
@Colin McCoire

Emily was a little too fixated on the everlasting beauty of AngelFyre McCubbin to realise that Colin's full focus was now back on the littler Huffie. She felt his arm snake round her shoulder and immediately leaned into his side. Colin was as much a teddy bear as he was a wolfish character - quite literally, as Emily now knew! He was just so cuddly. And fluffy! Well, his hair was. He was pretty bony the rest of the way. All the more for Emily to wrap her arms the whole way and hug him tight with!

Not long after her hushed comment left her, Colin piped up with one of his own. One that made Emily flare a bright pink.

"Aye lass, ye're the loveliest girl here, that's for certain!"

"E-Eh??" Emily stammered, completely taken aback by Colin's words. "B-But I meant-- Oh... Hehehe..." Her eyes were cast downwards, looking away in embarrassment. The good kind!

"I don't think I've ever heard someone call me cute as many times as you have, my friend," she said finally. "Even when I'm what I would say, 'pretty average'..." She laughed shyly. She wasn't like "Auntie" who could pull off the strawberry blonde look and flawless facial features, nor the golden tresses like AngelFyre. Instead she was gifted the brown hair from neither parent. A black haired mother and a blonde father bringing a brown haired child into the world. So many colours! How did that even happen? Who knows. And her face. She wouldn't dare call it 'cute' worthy, not when her small chin looking like it blew her face out of proportion, like it was sinking in slightly instead of looking strong and adding some heart-shaped symmetry to her face. Emily sighed. Could she not be tall and pretty? Or did it really have to be one or the other?

"I'd give anything to be even half a pretty as AngelFyre," she admitted quietly. She smiled when she looked back at Colin. Even he was better looking than her, she thought. How does someone who gets grubby so easily still remain so handsome? And yes. Emily would say it proudly about him. She always thought the hair was the superstar of Colin's image.

"Heh... Sometimes I feel like 'cute' is an overstatement for me," she said.

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Stats: Stamina: 7|Evasion: 7|Strength: 6|Wisdom: 8|Arcane Power: 7|Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Non-Human Enthusiast |Cat's Grace

date- April 11th, 2025 wc- 260

interacting/mentioning- @Brookline Quinn ooc notes-if you would like to interact with Sage, please owl/dm me

Sage felt uncertain, seeing Brook almost miss what she'd said about the rain. Was it just the volume, or was it that her friend was too overwhelmed by any voices in her head? She smiled like it was no big deal.

"Yeah."

She couldn't help but hate this silence between them, there was no reason for it. Brook was one of her best friends, she didn't want to see this waste away. After taking her cup, Sage felt the after-effect instantly. She felt electric. Her words didn't. She ignored it once again.

She instead focused her mind on Brookline and what she had to say. "Yeah?" Geez, was that all she knew how to say? "What.. what is it? If you're comfortable saying?" Her mouth felt like it could barely generate words, her brain going at a million miles a minute. "S-sorry... I don't- I dunno why I'm talking like this... I'm glad it's gettin' easier though."

Seeing Brookline feeling better instantly made Sage feel better. Even if it wasn't all healed, if the scars hadn't been sealed, if the tattoo of the incident lingered like rain on clothes. It had to dry eventually. Sage guided Brookline to the gazebo, giving her friend the chance to follow or the chance to stay.

"Are you excited for Easter break?" she asked. "I think I'm going to Kent this time, to... to home..." Sage looked over her shoulder, out to the rest of the crowd. "We... Do you want to head to the real ball soon?" she slurred. "I'm fine with anythin'"

11 April - the evening of the Spring Soirée

nwardly as she and Simon approached Colin and Emily, AngelFyre was definitely amused and also quite thankful. Woofy had come through and had helped to give her and Simon a beautiful memory, so it was all good from her perspective. But she now had a part to play for him. Outwardly, she attempted a stern look as if to appear upset and about to scold him. She knew when she asked him to levitate them, he simply would not be able to help himself. There was just going to be some little Colin-esque signature to the whole thing that would spark “his” delight in the situation if not hers, necessarily. It was baked into the equation at the outset. But still, part of the fun in their back and forth dynamics after such times was her “pretending” to be even a little put out by his nonsense. It simply fed the beast inside of him that delighted in such hijinks, letting him know she appreciated Colin for being Colin, and had expected nothing less from him.

She took note of Emily struggling to not smile, and thought that she may even look a little nervous at what was about to transpire. AngelFyre also took note, happily so, that she seemed to instinctively take cover behind Colin. That was a good sign for their burgeoning relationship, seeing him in a protector role, of sorts. That, or it was a purely mercenary move in an act of self-preservation, seeking to use his body as nothing more than a human shield, but AngelFyre knew better. That was not Emily’s heart at all.

Just upon reaching them, she heard Emily call them cute. AngelFyre broke character for a moment and looked at her and winked. She then shot her a smile before replacing it with the stern demeanor once again as she turned her full attention back to Colin.

He was not even attempting to contain his mirth.

“Really, Woofy? Turning us upside down. What were you thinking? Were you even thinking?” No, I thought not,” she huffed. In the midst of her mini-harangue, she squeezed Simon’s hand three times. He had seen similar scenarios between the friends play out before, but she was having a grand time and wanted him to know it, and part of that grand time was because of him.

“Did it escape your notice that I am in a dress, Mr. Man? Did it? Hmmm?” and she stepped closer to him, releasing her grasp of Simon's hand. Colin did not step back, but his smirk withered a bit. AngelFyre's brow arched instinctively as her voice lowered to a sustained, rumbling idle. “Did you somehow think that gravity would not apply? No. That is right. We have already established that you were not thinking. Hmmmm?"

AngelFyre took another slow, deliberate step closer to him. His smile withered a bit more, and though they were not touching, only the merest slivers of moonlight separated them. Colin shuffled back just a little more. She could see a momentary flicker of doubt furrow his brow. He was questioning if this one time, during this one occasion, he may have gone too far. She continued, the quiet condemnation lacing her words to his doubt. "Honestly, Woofy,” she groused as she looked down and smoothed out her skirt and then looked up again at him as she reached up to straighten her already straightened floral crown. “I can see the desire to ring my bell, but did you have to turn me into one mid-air?”

Her storm-tossed ocean blues bored right into his pond scum green ones for about three Mississippis before she burst out laughing and then embraced him. “Thank you! We had a grand time, upside down skirt and all. Ahem.”

As the tension immediately deflated around the two friends, she stepped back, turning to Simon once again. She could feel her smile making rounded apples of her cheeks and knew it had to be dancing in her eyes. She reached out for Simon’s hand, but contact was not made. The rustle of a gentle breeze caught his dance card, or maybe hers, but one of them managed to flutter along their green tether and alight squarely in her palm. As soon as it did, she felt her body go rigid.

AngelFyre was not aware of those around her in those next few moments, but Simon and Colin had seen her in her vision state before. It was a completely vulnerable state for her to be in, but her vulnerability was not concerning her in the moment. She was not even aware of it. All she was aware of was varying hues of oranges and russets shimmering in a mirage-like focus around the garden as dark, acrid smoke cloaked their venue, billowing up and around the gazebo and the food tables. The evening breeze had turned hot and carried the now dulled, grayed out bits of torn dance cards within its currents, depositing them randomly throughout the area like confetti-ed ash.

This all swirled behind the milky cloudiness of her normally ocean blue eyes, but though she saw not a single person, she felt them... or rather... felt something of what someone was feeling. The atmosphere was heavy and thickly suffocating and AngelFyre felt the labor of breathing, but not from the smoke or heat. Beads of sweat seeped from the pores at her hairline while others trickled down the middle of her back. Anger! Betrayal! The intensity of feelings made her stomach roil with nausea and had her legs begin to shake like jelly beneath her skirt.

And then as quickly as it began it was over. When she came to, her arm was still as rigidly outstretched as it had been when she had been reaching for Simon. He had drawn closer to her side in her lost moments of recognition of the here and now and was supporting her. "AngelFyre?" She leaned against him, unable to answer him in that moment. She blinked a couple of times, seeing the faces looking at her coming into focus. Then she straightened a bit and scanned the area.

No flames. No smoke. No more active feelings of anger or betrayal. Still, the lingering impressions were weakening, but they were doing so more slowly than she would have preferred. She contracted her arm and looked at her dance card for the first time since she and Simon had filled them out. It appeared as it always had. Bright and beautiful. "Quick! Everyone look at your dance cards. Do they look any different to you?"

As people began to do as she had directed, she told them all what she had seen in her vision, and she continued to scan the area for anything that might appear to be amiss.

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OOC: Simon and AngelFyre have longstanding permission to godmod the character of the other, and so do Colin and AngelFyre.

Mentions: @Colin McCoire and @Emily Shephard

"The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly”- --------- William WoodsWorth Playing as Isadora Vilaca——

ISadie’s followed the young blonde haired girl away from the growing circle of students that seemed to appear around the spot that she had made her little safe haven. The auburn haired girl glanced towards the ginger haired boy one last time before waving politely to follow Devon towards the snack table. Oblivious to the warning on the dance card that was nestled gently against the girl's frail looking wrist.

The Garden-like ball seemed to grow livelier with many students seeming to arrive though many people seemed to socialize while others seemed to enjoy the spectacle and make an everlasting impression. Which confused the girl slightly. A dance should not be some spectacle, just a place to dance normally and enjoy oneself. Isadora never really understood the students that seemed to come to these things. They were always lively or seemed to have a side that not even the girl seemed to understand very well.

Quietly Isadora followed Devon towards the vast snack table, a small smile gracing the young girl's face. Her auburn brown ponytail swayed behind her as her brownish beige dress seemed to dance around her knees like a mushroom cap. As the sleeves of her dress seemed to be poofy like small cotton candies.

Eyes the color of a sapphire gemstone seemed to watch the lively activity around her. Rather curious how this school seemed to always seem mysterious yet held gatherings like this seasonally yet anything could be brewing in the darkness that hid on the grounds of Hogwarts.

As the duo seemed to approach the vast snack table Isadora grabbed a small plate glancing at the sweet pastry sweets lined up on the platters as the young girl glanced towards Devon hearing the girl ask her if she had any recommendations. A quiet hummed escaped Isadora’s throat she was not sure what to really suggest though the soft pastries that were in front of the girls seemed rather good especially the strawberry looking pastries. After all the soft dough practically melted in one’s mouth with the strong taste of fresh baked strawberries left a tantalizing after taste.

Crystal blue eyes glanced over at the blonde girl that stood beside her. It was strange really to Isadora; she never really socialized much with others near her age or other people who were not her family. Isadora seemed to be a loner even though the young girl craved attention and interaction she was just rather too timid to really start conversations or make an effort to befriend others.

Isadora was rather curious about Devon; she was different from the students she met so far she seemed bubbly and energetic with an infectious smile. Isadora smiled a small timid smile as she gestured towards the table covered with sweets and pastries.

“‘Onestly they all ‘re good.”

Isadora spoke softly, her creole accent was soft and light like a feather but held a thick tone to it as if she was angelic in a way.

As if the foreboding words that slowly disappeared from the card on her wrist. The young girl felt at ease in a way in this young girl's presence as if nothing could seem to disrupt this night. The setting sun no longer lingered as the almost full moon lingered above the garden. Isadora felt slightly unease under the looming fate that the next day held for her but it was no time to think about the future while the present was spinning around in front of her now.

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wc: 619 tag: @Kaitlyn Connor As Devon Wallen ──────────────

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

Outfit: Reducio

Notes: Reducio Speech: #8e19d7 Thoughts: italics

It was quite an interesting spectacle, in her opinion. Devon was, by definition, a social butterfly. She seemed to live for conversing with her friends at Ilvermorny. Yes, she was a broom racer, and naturally attracted the athletic crowd. But she was also very friendly and talkative. Not many of her classmates could go a day without her presence twirling around them at least once. The young Horned Serpent tried her best to be friendly to everyone.

If she had to be honest, Devon liked approaching shy people. Like a moth to a flame, she liked to identify those who were quiet and tried her best to engage with them. While she was very energetic and talkative, she was also respectful. If they wished not to talk much to her, she got the hint quickly and reciprocated the quiet behavior. Even though she was very social, she also liked to give a good impression. She wanted people to be comfortable talking to her. She naturally exuded a calming presence, and liked to see other people calm down when she was around.

Her green eyes sparkled as she looked around the garden, walking with Isadora. It was nice to see so many people talking to each other. She was the type of butterfly that would itch to approach each group of students to introduce herself. Glancing at the other girl, however, a smile crossed her lips. ‘I’m interested in learning more about Isadora. I have a feeling there is more to her than she’s letting on … if she’s comfortable enough to talk to me, that is,’ she thought.

The young blonde girl glanced at her heeled sandals, admiring how they hugged her toes. Although she rarely wore heels, she vastly preferred to wear flat sandals around the school. Not only did she enjoy wearing sandals, but they also felt so comfortable; she liked how they looked on her, too. Devon enjoyed dressing up like this, even if she didn’t have too many opportunities at Ilvermorny. She was glad to experience dressing up here. It was amazing, actually, how beautiful everything was. Yes, she came to Hogwarts last year, too, and was equally amazed. She had to admit, it was nice to see the committee plan something so intricate and beautiful. It felt completely brand new.

When the girls arrived at the snack table, Devon smiled politely at Isadora and grabbed a plate, as well. Her eyes scanned the various pastries and snacks. Honestly, they all looked scrumptious! She looked back at Isadora and gave her a friendly smile. “That’s great to hear! I’m a fan of chocolate, myself. I have to try one of those,” she beamed. Taking an extra moment to scan the sweets, she carefully picked a cute strawberry tart and what looked like a chocolate truffle treat. Her delicate fingertips plucked one of each from their respective plates.

With another friendly smile, Devon looked back at Isadora. “After we’re finished eating, would you like to dance together? If you’re comfortable with doing so, that is. Don’t worry, I’m not here to pressure you. And maybe we can talk a little? I promise I won’t overwhelm you like before,” She flashed another bright smile, before politely taking a bite out of the chocolate truffle, melting at its delicious flavor! She was well aware her dance card was empty, but she didn’t want to ruin Isadora’s night if she could help it. Her eyes glanced at the moon, a smile forming on her lips. She loved the night sky!

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Action:
Talking to Isadora Vilaca (@Aleksandra FairBairn), and asking her to dance. Ate a chocolate truffle from the refreshment table.

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