The Masquerade Ball Event Closed

Interacting with @Elzabeth Gillan and @Serena Davies
Mentioning: @Dale Kurt
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It looked like Serena had the same idea she had, take refuge at the refreshments! Safety in numbers! All that jazz.. Laughing as Serena bounded towards her and Elz she gave the girl a quick hug in greeting.

"Same! We sort of took advantage of the food ta get a second away from everything." Lark offered Serena a cup, a little worried at the girl's reaction to swallowing. "Well, I did anyway.. poor Elz. I sort ah' dragged her along." She gave the blonde a sideways smirk in apology. "You look great though Serena! I'm glad ya made it."

Lark looked back across the room towards where Dale was standing. "I know what you mean.. I'm really not used ta this sort of thing either." Wistfully she stared at Dale agreeing with Serena's mention of being freaked out. It felt safer around her friends like she actually did fit in.. but even with this mask it was still all pretend, especially the surge of confidence she had felt earlier. Every other student that was paired off seemed to be enjoying themselves.. some sort of connection between them. It made her a little nervous about how Dale looked at her. Seeing him dressed in a suit made Lark's heart flutter once more. He was so handsome.. So tall. Even with his hair falling over his mask and untamed on his head, Lark felt a heat rise in her cheeks and neck. This felt similar to how she had started to feel for James but look how that had ended. Was she being foolish again? Some misunderstanding?

Lark downed another drink the fizz settling her stomach and tickling her throat. Either way this feeling was different in some way... she wasn't as worried. Not as anxious around Dale. He was calming somehow. Part of her wanted to strut over to him and dance around the room and the other part, a small part, was wondering just how Dale did feel. 'It doesn't matter.. not now.' If she was being honest it just felt nice to have someone who made her feel good about herself. She agreed with her thoughts to just ride the feelings out, see where they led her instead of overthinking.

Interacting with:@ Griseldis Edelhardt

Ever since the announcement of the Masquerade Ball, Alan had been rather reluctant to attend as the young lad had trouble working with crowds. With the idea of it being a Masquerade and a promise to his best friend Gris, the boy couldn't help but blush at the thought. Even if Alan were to embarrass himself or make a mistake the fact that the boy's face was concealed left many possibilities to make an appearance. Not wanting to disappoint his friend as soon as he could quickly write a letter to his family within that same week they boy received a package containing an altered dress robe previously owned by his Father. The Robe was completely redesigned to fit Alan the arms weren't too short, the colour of the robe itself was a dark shade of blue reminiscent to the colours of Ravenclaw house added with a silver shirt to go underneath and as per his request his Nan made him a Raven looking mask with a black beak and white frame to compliment the robes.


On the day of the ball, Alan was quite excited for the first time in a long forever the boy had no shred of doubt or worry as to how this could go wrong. Taking a full hour to dress and manage other factors such as smell with a rare occasion to sleek back his curly hair, giving up and leaving his hair as it is for it was a losing battle to flatten thick amounts of hair. Wanting to be punctual the boy made his way remembering to map out his route this time he arrived at the Venue as they were letting people in, seeing the number of people in masks left a sort of relief in his mind. After taking in the many formal attires people have decided to wear on this occasion, being a man of his word he decided to wait outside for his friends to appear, looking around eagerly. Remembering one had perfect duties Alan understood that some of his friends may arrive late. Carrying his pocket watch to check the time Alan let out a sigh wondering if Gris was ever going to show up Until a pleasant sight came into his view a girl around his height was dressed in a red and gold dress with a lion mask to conceal her identity the Ravenclaw boy was jaw dropped. Watching the girl in the lion mask appears to be in a hurry, Alan couldn't help but snicker recognising the buns in her hair but his laughs stop as soon as she slipped and fell.

Feeling bad as the girl Alan recognised as Gris he immediately walked towards Lion Lady, picking up the mask before crouching and offering his hand towards his best friend. With a cheerful smile and a light red blush covering his cheeks, he said to Griseldis "Hey...are you ok? I think you dropped this Gris" Feeling slightly nervous as he's never seen his best friend look like this before the lad couldn't help himself as he continued on "I love the dress your wearing...matches your fiery attitude which...I like in your heh..." Alan awaited Gris response feeling empathetic as he's usually the one that falls over

Interactions: @Caradoc Browne, @Zahid al-Benghazi ibn Masoud

Interacting with @Kaegen Deathmote @Olphie Bercegeay @Elena Jones @Piérre Marchonné And anyone I may have missed following Olphie.
Mentions @Aurelia Notrésvace @Eris Fawley 
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Interacting with @Adlai Rod | Open to more interactions

Serena smiled as the other girl explained her name. It was a really lovely meaning - well the first one was. Ornaments were quite nice too, though. When Serena pictured an ornament, she always imagined something beautiful, delicately made and detailed - like a handcrafted wooden ornament full of detail and love. "Ornaments are very pretty," She replied, implying that Adlai must be pretty too.

The conversation turned to her own name, which made her ponder. She actually did not know what language her name had originated from, nor did she know the exact meaning. Her gran said it was a peaceful name but she was not sure what that meant, exactly. "I think it's meant to be a sign of peace or peacefulness, I guess... I'm not sure exactly but that's what my gran said. My middle name is Jodha, named after a princess in history, though." Serena continued, explaining her middle name too. She did not know much about the princess but her grandmother had told her that that was where the inspiration of the name came from. Or rather, when the name became more popular in history. 

She had absolutely no idea where Towers came from but she figured the meaning of that was obvious enough. Hogwarts was full of towers, after all. Serena was lucky enough to miss most of the drama. She was far away from it and the weird hardcore metal music that was coming from the band drowned out a lot of the voices. She did hear some yells that cut through but all she could do was sigh. Hogwarts was always full of drama and fighting - why would she ever expect anything else now? She had no idea what the commotion was but it did not seem very serious. At least... nothing appeared to be on fire.

Maybe if she stayed here, she would be far enough away from all of the drama. Though, she could not help but wonder where her friends were. It was a little harder to see when the room was full of people and everyone was dressed in a mask, which made things even harder than they needed to be. Hell, Serena struggled to find her friends in any room that had a lot of people in it - she was kind of shorter than the other students. But the mask made everything unnecessarily complicated. "Do you want to get something to eat or drink?" She asked Adlai suddenly, wondering where the food table was.

The food and drinks were always the best part. Serena knew she had to go venture over there, if she was to stay here.

Serena's outfit

Interacting with @Serena Towers

@Phaedra Stavrou | @Dymphna Teague

Taking another mouthful of the drink, Max swirled it around his mouth as he considered Phaedra's words. It was certainly true that wizards as a whole were more careful now, so it would come down to who was more clever in a situation like that. A good puzzle to think over for the next couple of years - he was sure he... they... could solve it if they put their minds together. Phaedra was a brilliant witch so if they worked together he had a feeling they could accomplish anything whatsoever. Truly this alliance was one of the best things to have happened during the first year of school.

A commotion among a few other ball-goers occurred, and Max's hand was inside his suit jacket before the motion was a conscious thought in his mind. It took all of his willpower to let it drop away from his wand as he saw professors flocking to the situation, and he had to blink rapidly a few times to clear the darkness that had been rising up within him. It felt like any sort of deviation from normal at all set his teeth on edge, made the world narrow to just the bad memories which flickered through his mind like images being portrayed on a slide projector. Regardless of what was actually going on, in his head it was screams, fire, Tommy, Ben, a hand in the dark, the blonde girl called Arabella...

Only Phaedra's presence beside him grounded him, the weight of her against his side like a ward against the bad things. The voices that had appeared to be coming from a long way away - as if through water - were slowly but surely normalizing, and Phaedra's was overtop them all, talking about Dymphna. He forced himself to smile, heart jackhammering in his chest, as he watched the Ravenclaw blonde girl coming through the crowd.

As he came back to himself, he was struck once again by the Ravenclaw Keeper's beauty. Though he'd long suspected she was part-Veela, he felt this genuinely confirmed it. Her face was, in his eyes, like an extremely well-done painting. You could appreciate its details and loveliness yet there was no attraction because that was a surface thing and more than one component made up an attraction. Phaedra's description of her made him choke on his drink a bit too, trying not to laugh at the evident impatience in the words about the bath.

"If both Cleo and you approve, she must be a good one," he said, the humour finally easing his pulse to normal. "We met at the Hufflepuff and Slytherin Quidditch game. She seems nice; I'd like to get to know her better. If I'm being honest, it's mostly because I know you're friends with her and I think we'd both get along with the same sorts of people. I trust your judgement more than the wizarding tabloids about purebloods."

He took another sip of his drink and grinned as both girls took macarons. He scooped up a couple of his own, popping one into his mouth before Dymphna asked a question that made him choke on it. Interrupting anything? There was no mistaking the meaning behind those words and Max's hideous traitor ears coloured at the implication as he forced himself to swallow a half-chewed macaron so he didn't spit crumbs everywhere.

"No, no," he said too quickly, unable to look at Phaedra beside him. This time his heart was pounding for a completely different reason as he shook his head to accentuate his denial. "We're just here as friends. I suppose technically it could be considered a date but it's a friend date. Just to have a good time together. As friends. Dancing, meeting up with other friends, eating food, relaxing together, as friends do." He had no idea half of what he'd just babbled out and he internally cursed about how much of an idiot he was. But obviously Phaedra wouldn't have wanted him to say anything else that implied something more serious and ruined what they had together, so he'd done his best to make it clear.

Interacting with: @Santario Martin

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