Masquerade Magic
✨ Welcome to Masquerade Magic! ✨
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─────As much as Ariana disliked crowds, she loved carnival. That was, after all, the only reason she had not made a snappy remark when her mother told her she never had any fun lately and should therefore go to summer camp. Also because the lack of fun part was the truth. In South-America especially, the carnival had always been an important festival- everyone enjoyed going. And so Ariana had been roped into going all the way to the other side of the world for some stupid summer camp that was supposed to be carnival-themed. Amazing.
In reality, it hadn't even been that bad so far. There was a compact schedule with dates and times and a map. Ariana had met some new people who were staying in her tent. The rides seemed interesting. All in all, it was worth it to a certain extent- but there was still an important part of the real carnival that was missing. After all, it was actually a fair instead of a carnival. It took Ariana one day to realize what it was, but when she did there was no more stopping her from making sure that core element would be brought in play.
Traditional masquerade masks.
After a while of finding supplies and using her own knowledge she had acquired through the years of attending carnivals herself Ariana finally finished perfecting her very own booth of, you'll never guess, carnival masks! As one came within a radius of 10 feet from the booth, named "Masquerade Magic", they would be drawn to it by its many colors and mysteriousness all the same. That was, after all, the point of wearing the masks: they are the element of carnival that allow one's identity to not be of importance, but rather the fun and festivities of the carnival itself. Mystery is tied closely to that aspect of it, but also beauty and creativity to personalize the masks and make them the perfect attire.
As people stopped by and took a curious look, Ariana remained seated and recited the same words each time: "Welcome. Here, at Masquerade Magic, lies the core to all carnivals: the traditional masquerade masks. Originating from the Venetian carnival but having spread throughout the world, this is the element of the festival that allows one's identity to not be of importance, but instead for pleasure to take its place. I, Ariana, offer both handmade and perfected masks for each and every one of you and ones specially customized. The third option might be my favorite: take the creation into your own hands and use the materials provided to craft one of your own." It might've seemed long, but after all, only those interested in the masks' history and tradition were worthy of her time.
The booth itself had been carefully made to showcase its purpose and draw people to it, but was also rich in different styles of masks which resembled the traditional variety in size, shape, color and accessories. After all, each mask is unique!
[ note : the booth's appearance mostly resembles the image above! ]
In reality, it hadn't even been that bad so far. There was a compact schedule with dates and times and a map. Ariana had met some new people who were staying in her tent. The rides seemed interesting. All in all, it was worth it to a certain extent- but there was still an important part of the real carnival that was missing. After all, it was actually a fair instead of a carnival. It took Ariana one day to realize what it was, but when she did there was no more stopping her from making sure that core element would be brought in play.
Traditional masquerade masks.
After a while of finding supplies and using her own knowledge she had acquired through the years of attending carnivals herself Ariana finally finished perfecting her very own booth of, you'll never guess, carnival masks! As one came within a radius of 10 feet from the booth, named "Masquerade Magic", they would be drawn to it by its many colors and mysteriousness all the same. That was, after all, the point of wearing the masks: they are the element of carnival that allow one's identity to not be of importance, but rather the fun and festivities of the carnival itself. Mystery is tied closely to that aspect of it, but also beauty and creativity to personalize the masks and make them the perfect attire.
As people stopped by and took a curious look, Ariana remained seated and recited the same words each time: "Welcome. Here, at Masquerade Magic, lies the core to all carnivals: the traditional masquerade masks. Originating from the Venetian carnival but having spread throughout the world, this is the element of the festival that allows one's identity to not be of importance, but instead for pleasure to take its place. I, Ariana, offer both handmade and perfected masks for each and every one of you and ones specially customized. The third option might be my favorite: take the creation into your own hands and use the materials provided to craft one of your own." It might've seemed long, but after all, only those interested in the masks' history and tradition were worthy of her time.
The booth itself had been carefully made to showcase its purpose and draw people to it, but was also rich in different styles of masks which resembled the traditional variety in size, shape, color and accessories. After all, each mask is unique!
[ note : the booth's appearance mostly resembles the image above! ]
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PRODUCTS
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I - Pre-made Masks
↳ made beforehand and picked by you when passing by
II - Customized Masks
↳ made specifically with a theme chosen by you
III - Do-It-Yourself Masks
↳ made by you IC, I will IC help and can supply the result OOC if desiredReducioShould you desire a customized or do-it-yourself mask not listed below or simply more options too choose from, please fill in this form at the bottom of your post:Code: Select all
[b]Is this a customized mask or a do-it-yourself mask?[/b] [b]Name:[/b] [b]School & House:[/b] [b]1-2 word(s) to describe the theme (see ref pics below in the customized masks examples section):[/b] [b]Other:[/b]
GALLERY
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EXAMPLES
of customized masks
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of pre-made masks
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EXAMPLES
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I - chicken themed
II - fairy themed
III - flower themed
IV - love themed
V - mermaid(tail) themed
VI - moon themed
VII - royalty themed
VIII - sun themed
IX - (were)wolf themed
If you'd like me to IC reply to your post and/or would like a do-it-yourself mask with Ariana's help, don't hesitate to ping me! 
Owls are open for any possible questions.
Owls are open for any possible questions.🎭 Thank you for stopping by! 🎭
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Masquerade Magic
First Year | Half-Blood | Pre-Hogwarts Sorting
Majata lingered at the edge of the lantern-lit path, her fingers curled tightly around the strap of her bag as she caught sight of the Masquerade Magic booth tucked under the boughs of the trees. It looked like something pulled from one of her favorite fairytales — ornate, bathed in warm golden light, with masks that glittered like enchanted relics from forgotten realms. The sign curved elegantly overhead, partially cloaked in ivy, its letters glowing faintly. It wasn’t loud or crowded like the other parts of the carnival. Instead, it seemed to hum with quiet mystery.
Drawn in by the calm allure, Majata stepped forward, her curls bouncing slightly with each hesitant movement. She tucked a loose strand behind her ear and paused just outside the booth’s main circle, giving a small, unsure smile to the girl stationed behind the table. She didn't speak, but listened carefully to the welcome as it was given — about the tradition of masks, their origins, and the invitation to create something personal.
Her eyes swept across the masks displayed along the booth’s frame — each one distinct, delicate, bold. They reminded her of illustrations she’d once studied in a dusty potions book, masks worn by old-world witches to conceal their identities during secret rituals. But it wasn’t fear she felt now. It was curiosity. Inspiration.
When offered the choice to make her own, Majata gave a small nod and moved toward the end of the table, where a spread of materials waited — deep sapphire velvet, tiny gold studs, shining beads, and peacock-colored feathers. She took her time selecting each piece, fingers twitching slightly with anticipation. She was usually too shy to join in group activities, but this… this was something she could lose herself in.
Sitting down, she began to work silently. Her tongue pressed to the inside of her cheek in concentration as she carefully curved a strip of shimmering teal along the mask’s base. A flourish of gold paint followed, then delicate filigree with a pointed tip like the feather of a quill. Her favorite part was adding the plume of curled feathers — teal, navy, and violet — and the gem-like centerpiece, a blue stone surrounded by golden leaves, nestled right above the right eye socket.
It wasn’t perfect. Her fingers smudged a bit of the paint, and some beads stuck in odd places. But it felt right. Like her. Quiet, vibrant in unexpected ways, and maybe a little too much all at once.
She held it up gently, tilting it in the light — not quite ready to try it on, but still proud. She glanced around to see others absorbed in their own designs, then tucked a curl behind her ear again and slipped the finished mask into her bag with care, lips curving into a tiny, contented smile.
Drawn in by the calm allure, Majata stepped forward, her curls bouncing slightly with each hesitant movement. She tucked a loose strand behind her ear and paused just outside the booth’s main circle, giving a small, unsure smile to the girl stationed behind the table. She didn't speak, but listened carefully to the welcome as it was given — about the tradition of masks, their origins, and the invitation to create something personal.
Her eyes swept across the masks displayed along the booth’s frame — each one distinct, delicate, bold. They reminded her of illustrations she’d once studied in a dusty potions book, masks worn by old-world witches to conceal their identities during secret rituals. But it wasn’t fear she felt now. It was curiosity. Inspiration.
When offered the choice to make her own, Majata gave a small nod and moved toward the end of the table, where a spread of materials waited — deep sapphire velvet, tiny gold studs, shining beads, and peacock-colored feathers. She took her time selecting each piece, fingers twitching slightly with anticipation. She was usually too shy to join in group activities, but this… this was something she could lose herself in.
Sitting down, she began to work silently. Her tongue pressed to the inside of her cheek in concentration as she carefully curved a strip of shimmering teal along the mask’s base. A flourish of gold paint followed, then delicate filigree with a pointed tip like the feather of a quill. Her favorite part was adding the plume of curled feathers — teal, navy, and violet — and the gem-like centerpiece, a blue stone surrounded by golden leaves, nestled right above the right eye socket.
It wasn’t perfect. Her fingers smudged a bit of the paint, and some beads stuck in odd places. But it felt right. Like her. Quiet, vibrant in unexpected ways, and maybe a little too much all at once.
She held it up gently, tilting it in the light — not quite ready to try it on, but still proud. She glanced around to see others absorbed in their own designs, then tucked a curl behind her ear again and slipped the finished mask into her bag with care, lips curving into a tiny, contented smile.
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Is this a customized mask or a do-it-yourself mask? Do-It-Yourself mask
Name: Majata Rain
School & House: Hogwarts, Future first year ravenclaw
1-2 word(s) to describe the theme (see ref pics below in the customized masks examples section):Enchanted Elegance
Other:A rich teal base forms the heart of the mask, elegantly trimmed with swirling gold filigree and tiny sapphire accents that shimmer like stardust. On one side, a fan of soft, arched feathers in shades of turquoise, deep violet, and midnight blue rises like a crest, crowned by a golden floral motif set with a radiant blue gem. The design evokes both regal charm and a hint of mystery—like something worn by a masked enchantress at a twilight ball.
Name: Majata Rain
School & House: Hogwarts, Future first year ravenclaw
1-2 word(s) to describe the theme (see ref pics below in the customized masks examples section):Enchanted Elegance
Other:A rich teal base forms the heart of the mask, elegantly trimmed with swirling gold filigree and tiny sapphire accents that shimmer like stardust. On one side, a fan of soft, arched feathers in shades of turquoise, deep violet, and midnight blue rises like a crest, crowned by a golden floral motif set with a radiant blue gem. The design evokes both regal charm and a hint of mystery—like something worn by a masked enchantress at a twilight ball.
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Interactions:Possible
Word Count: 408
Please let me know if i need to change anything!
Word Count: 408
Please let me know if i need to change anything!
Masquerade Magic
For some reason, Nick had been walking around in circles for what count only be described as two hours of pure overstimulated confusion. Every booth was shiny, bright, colorful, full of the most interesting and striking items known to wizard kind.
And for a 11 year old boy this alone was enough to make him lose his path at least a thousand times.
At some point, that not even Nick could really grasp anymore, he stopped in front of a booth with Masquerade Magic written on it, the brightest letters shining on his face, and who would Nick be if he didn't immediately walk inside?
In front of him were countless, beautifully made masks that seemed to exude elegance and grace in a manner no 11 year old boy would ever know. Yet, they all seemed to call to him.
In reality, the masks reminded him of his mother, the beautiful, loving, shiny and striking singer and dancer that she was would throw herself arms wide into such a place, it all screamed her name like the call of a siren.
He walked across each space he could, staring at each mask for more than a few seconds trying to find one that would truly catch his eye, perhaps he could get one for his mother? He could deliver it to her a gift from his camp fun. Truly she would love that, he was sure.
When he was truly becoming frustrated by the lack of what he was looking for, he found out that he had the option of making himself a mask, or even better, get one made by his choice! What a relief that was, while creative and curious as he was, he wasn't truly sure he could really create a mask that truly shined like the ones in the booth. It was better to leave it to a professional to do so.
"my mother loves Primroses... The yellow ones that is!" He said from memory, his house and his mother's garden always in mind when it came to the flower. Every surface, every corner, every little nook and cranny had at least one primrose decorating it, lighting up the place with its sunshine color. "I think she would love one that looked like that, she always loved gold things."
@Ariana Westonfield-Rivera
And for a 11 year old boy this alone was enough to make him lose his path at least a thousand times.
At some point, that not even Nick could really grasp anymore, he stopped in front of a booth with Masquerade Magic written on it, the brightest letters shining on his face, and who would Nick be if he didn't immediately walk inside?
In front of him were countless, beautifully made masks that seemed to exude elegance and grace in a manner no 11 year old boy would ever know. Yet, they all seemed to call to him.
In reality, the masks reminded him of his mother, the beautiful, loving, shiny and striking singer and dancer that she was would throw herself arms wide into such a place, it all screamed her name like the call of a siren.
He walked across each space he could, staring at each mask for more than a few seconds trying to find one that would truly catch his eye, perhaps he could get one for his mother? He could deliver it to her a gift from his camp fun. Truly she would love that, he was sure.
When he was truly becoming frustrated by the lack of what he was looking for, he found out that he had the option of making himself a mask, or even better, get one made by his choice! What a relief that was, while creative and curious as he was, he wasn't truly sure he could really create a mask that truly shined like the ones in the booth. It was better to leave it to a professional to do so.
"my mother loves Primroses... The yellow ones that is!" He said from memory, his house and his mother's garden always in mind when it came to the flower. Every surface, every corner, every little nook and cranny had at least one primrose decorating it, lighting up the place with its sunshine color. "I think she would love one that looked like that, she always loved gold things."
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Is this a customized mask or a do-it-yourself mask? Customized
Name: Nicholas Lazarus (Nick)
School & House: Hogwarts - 1st upcoming year - Ravenclaw
1-2 word(s) to describe the theme (see ref pics below in the customized masks examples section): Flower theme, gold, primroses
Other: I'm completely fine with interaction if you so desire!
Name: Nicholas Lazarus (Nick)
School & House: Hogwarts - 1st upcoming year - Ravenclaw
1-2 word(s) to describe the theme (see ref pics below in the customized masks examples section): Flower theme, gold, primroses
Other: I'm completely fine with interaction if you so desire!
@Ariana Westonfield-Rivera
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