The Lost Pearl 2025 Fall Ball

date	place	tags	wc	speech
04/10/25	The Autumn Ball	@Leo Noxley	597/200	#36563c

outfit: Gown, Hair, Necklace, Earrings, Shoes, Perfume

It was about time to leave; Leo must be waiting outside the Gryffindor Common Room. Rosaline was all set, and she stood up. Walking toward a full-length mirror in the corner, she wanted to check her outfit again. She wore a white gown overlaid with delicate tulle. The most eye-catching feature was its cinched waist, adorned with a small blue satin bow. Rhinestones on the gown shimmered under the light as she turned around to look at her hair. One side of her hair was gathered into a loose braid secured at the back of her head, embellished with star-shaped silver accessories. The rest of her hair retained its perfect curls as usual, cascading down her shoulders. She lifted her skirt slightly, checking her shoes and other jewelry. The shoes were studded with gems, and pearls decorated the laces. The necklace and earrings were specially chosen, both adorned with aquamarine stones. They matched perfectly with the ocean theme of the Autumn Ball. She finished checking, returned to the corner where she had prepared for the ball, picked up her perfume from the table, and sprayed some on her wrists and neck. The fragrance carried a sweet rose scent, evoking the very moment a flower comes into full bloom.

She tugged a strand of her hair behind her ear, ready to meet her date tonight. She waved goodbye to her companion, who had helped her so much with the preparations. They had a wonderful but also busy time together. She pushed open the door leading outside. Her heart quickened with excitement, wondering how Leo would react. She felt she’d never dressed up so carefully before. Rosaline spotted the Ravenclaw boy at first glance. Leaning against the wall, he wore a striking royal blue blazer with a white shirt tucked into his pants. It suited the ocean-pirate theme of the ball. She greeted Leo with a warm smile, “Hello, Leo.” When she heard Leo’s compliment, her heart suddenly raced wildly, her face flushed crimson, and she completely lost her usual composure for a moment. She quickly regained her poise, though a flush still lingered on her cheeks. She murmured with a soft voice, “You look rather dashing yourself today.”

The Gryffindor could feel that Leo was blushing too. He offered his arm to her, and she gently took it. The early autumn evening air had grown rather cool. Yet as the two walked arm in arm, the chill within the castle dissipated. Rosaline glanced at Leo’s face and noticed that the color of his eyes had turned a light pink, just like the first time they met at the Summer Camp. Even though there were still many students around them, she felt as if she had returned to that afternoon, to that moment of quiet when it seemed like no one else was around.

They walked fairly briskly and soon reached the edge of the Great Lake. The moon was high up in the sky, and the moonlight reflected upon the lake’s surface. Rosaline lifted her white skirt gently and walked up the gangplank. The ship was majestic and magnificent, filled with genuine, timeworn decorations. Though she wasn’t familiar with the history of this ship, she could still tell there must be mysterious stories behind it. She curiously looked around, seeing some acquaintances, friends, and people she thought she had seen before yet hadn’t had a chance to know. Leo asked her where she wanted to sit. She answered, tilting her head slightly, “Maybe there?” It was a relatively quiet corner, but not too far from the livelier areas.

stats: stamina: 6 | evasion: 5 | strength: 5 wisdom: 8 | arcane Power: 7 |accuracy: 4 Lovely Creature notes: I have Leo’s writer’s permission to do some light godmodding. actions: Entering the Lost Pearl. Pixel art from: 蘇提比

Mentioning: @Violence Bloodthorn and @Meyra Lancaster

Action: Leaving for the dance floor

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

Abilities in effect: Fearless and Impartial

No one had talked the red-head into going to the ball. Rather, someone would have to talk him out of not going. It was the highlight of the fall term so some students said. Not so hushed whispers had filled the halls for weeks on end and Blaize had decidedly owled his parents asking them to send over some of his clothes. He hadn't had much casual attire in his closet, at least not things that suited his parents standards. It was made up of sweaters, flannels, and various colors of slacks. Not-so typical young boy wear, but he would not be caught dead in humiliating striped or cartoon-printed clothes. Not even his pajamas.

That being said, he wanted to stick on theme. Something about a sunken ship and the Great Lake. So, ocean themed more or less. The boy made quick assumptions green, blue and possibly purples would take shape at the ball not to mention the more neutral tones of blacks and whites. The one doubt he had was the formality of it all. It was a large event, school wide even some professors might attend or be forced to attend and monitor sure chaos that would break out. But this was a chance to see some upper classmen, see how they did it and who all actually was a part of his house and this massive institution in general. He hadn't seen the whole school together since his Sorting Ceremony which had been a month ago by this point. How quickly time had flown.

The night of the ball, the boy decided on a loose-fitting, cream-colored crew long-sleeve shirt with an open tailored navy-blue suit and slacks to match. The shoes were a coffee brown, lace up and he decided against a watch, cufflinks, or any other accessory else he'd fidget with it all night. His red hair.. well that was another story. Nothing could be done to tame the curls. In a few years time, he hoped the sorted themselves out and turned to waves as his father told him they would. Taming them the best he could with a brush, to not make them all frizzy, he'd haphazardly slip off towards the ball which was already in full swing.

Being late was not on his to-do list but again he scratched his brain for how this ball even got put together let alone a start or end time. He would surely head out when he got bored of people watching or tired. Upon closing the distance to the Great Lake, he was spot on with the colors, but some people were dressed up way fancier than himself. He silently cursed at the thought. Better over-prepared than under he was always taught but without a date, there was no way he was being caught dead in a full tuxedo. Not at his age, he would look a little too "pureblood-y" for his taste. That didn't matter tonight.

Taking a quick peek around after entering, his eyes landed on absolutely no familiar faces. Go figure. He'd make his way aboard the ship, careful of his footing as this thing felt rickety to say the least. He'd glance at the tables that were arranged in a makeshift ballroom/dining room mix of sorts. Blaize's hand instinctively reached out to pick up the letter and read what was written on it for any clue into what would be occurring tonight. There were other locations, he believed he heard but this seemed to be the main area where people were entering the most, meaning if anyone did come in and save him from boredom, this would be the best shot at it. After reading the cheesy note, written by a weirdly named Bartholomew Vane, whoever that was, he'd set it down and make his way over to the edge, near a railing. Testing his weight on it with his palms, he'd lean back, hearing a soft groan of the wood, not an alarming noise but one that would surely draw attention his way.

Speaking of attention, a girl in a navy-blue dress caught his gaze. With a beige waist sash of some sort he'd snort in amusement, pointing out to her.

"You stole my color theme." Of course it was a rude remark but that was often the first impression he gave, unfortunately. She looked familiar, young too. Perhaps a class? He hadn't paid too much attention to her face, granted she wasn't looking at him. Perhaps she too enjoyed people watching and came alone. One could only assume so many things about a person they just met who hadn't spoken a word to them yet. And maybe she wouldn't given his tone.

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It pleased Harvey when Tatiana smiled in return. He had stood still for the moment it took her to look him over. It was only human nature to study other people, so he didn't mind that, but every once in a while the features that marked him part-goblin would draw the ire of some. There was no point in trying to hide what made him different assuming he wanted to. The tipped ears, short stature and domed shaped head gave him away to most, but Harvey was not ashamed of his unique attributes. The boy was raised to be proud of his heritage and that he was. A union of wizard and goblin had created within him a nature that so few possessed. Magical power was drawn from a mix of DNA rooted in the arcane for centuries, perhaps millennia. However, it was still nice to be accepted by your peers and Tatiana's welcoming smile put him right at ease.

"Thank you, I designed the outfit myself." Harvey was a confident young lad and had no qualms when it came to bragging. Some didn't care for it, but that never seemed to bother him. Cockiness aside, the boy was hoping to flaunt his outfit tonight not just to fish for compliments. He had been putting a lot of work into his clothing designs and had really taken to the art. An amateur still by any means, but any validation only furthered his desire to create. Perhaps one day there would a dresses out there with his initials emblazoned on the tag. Oh, who are you wearing? Is that a Barrows'? The boy could dream anyway.

"How are you enjoying the evening so far? Quite the theme they've chosen for us. Not necessarily my cup of tea, but impressive nonetheless. May I offer you a beverage or any other refreshments?" He was doing his best to try an remain a gentleman, but his intrigue in her would soon have him prying. "So, stop me if I'm being too forward, but you remind me an an acquaintance of mine, Stella Mims." There was almost an magical aura to their appearance. A beauty beyond that of human. "Might you be a half-breed as well?" Harvey spoke the last words in a whisper that only the two of them would hear.

Actions: Interacting with @Tatiana Contraire
Stats: Stamina - 5 | Evasion - 6 | Strength - 5 | Wisdom - 7 | Arc Power - 6 | Accuracy - 6
Abilities: Extra Income | Gobbledegook | Perfectionist