Hogwarts Hosts and Wondrous Tea OPEN Locked

Role- Peripheral Host
Type- Whatever you need me to be, my friend!
Interactions- Arriving, but none... so far.
Ability- Keen Eye (So pretty much useless XD)
Outit-

Reducio

Rolled a d4 to Determine House Color for the Day:
1- Ravenclaw
2- Hufflepuff
3- Gryffindor
4- Slytherin

Number Rolled: 2
Hufflepuff

Yanking on the yellow suit which was shaded to look as if it had water droplets like dragon scales upon it, Piérre began to mutter nonsense under his breath, a giveaway sign that he was anxious or at least stressed in some capacity.

"Ohhhhhhhh, you are in a fine bowl of alfredo sauce now, you little piece of garlic bread... It tastes so good, and yet you burn your tongue on it when you bite in, and it's so good to tasting so good, but then it hurts so bad, and then you need water, but then the only thing there is just more alfredo... and then..."

By the time he had finished ranting, Piérre was out off the Gryffindor portrait hole and standing in front of the rehearsal room, which was where his new club was supposed to be hosting their first event. Yes, Piérre was aware that he was not the top host by any means, and in fact when he had first signed up, he had done it simply for the free tea and cookies. But, a little social interaction could be good for the guy as well.

"... And then it's time for the cannoli! Man, I would wrestle for a proper Italian dessert right about now... Now, what do we have here?"

With a deep breath, straightening his tie, Piérre gently pushed the door open, met immediately by the sounds of chatter and tittering people. The clink of china and the sounds of silver spoons only caused Piérre's ears to pique even more. A stupid smile crossing his face, Piérre jauntily entered the room, taking a look around. Already, there were people chatting and interacting, hosts and hostesses drinking with one another. With a curt nod to each of them, Piérre picked at the collar of his suit in a surprisingly upright way, chin lifted, eyes softened, and his smile changing from that of giddiness to that of something near ravishing. He could not hold it in for long, though, and by the time he had crossed the room, the appealing look had faded into a small laugh, and he swayed back and forth at the back wall near some empty tables.

He knew it was unlikely that he was to be chosen, and the group looked fine as it was, but just in case, the Britalian decided it would be for the best to hang around until the party had fully run its course.

Awaiting a need for Hosting

Interacting with: @Evelynn Decipio And @Serena Bowen
Abilities: Calming Presence and Lovely creature

Dale wasn't sure what to do with himself, he was starting to get bored of just waiting around and hoping someone would come pick him, two of the hosts had already found someone and he suspected that not everyone would be lucky as them. His mind started to wander off, he looked to the floating rose petals... he started to get lost in his thoughts once again, only snapping out of it once his eyes saw a new person, a very confused person... he watched her as she tucked away her sheets of music, obviously she had no idea what had happened to the rehearsal room. Dale decided this was his chance, if no one would come to him, we just had to go to them. But before he had the chance to do so, Another host had already gotten to her. Evelynn and from the way she talked and acted, she seemed to be way better at this then Dale... but, the only way to improve was practice. He collected himself and remembered the pointers Shen had given him. Dale quietly approached the girl from the back, he hesitated for a second... unsure if he should really be doing this, he quickly pushed those thoughts out of his head, he had to do it... for the club.

Dale gently took her book bag off her shoulder, "Please allow me to carry this for you." Dale gently took her hand and spun her around to face him, looking directly into her blue eyes, "I would love to hear you play, maybe over a nice a cup of tea and some pastries." Dale let go of her hand, "Unless you would rather go with Evelynn." Dale said with a sad look on his face, his eyes full of tears,he looked and up away from her and looked at Evelynn. He hoped she didn't take this personally, he thought if it might be a bit more interesting if the two of them fought for this girl's attention... after all, having two people fight for your attention is something most people dream of.

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓽

Interacting with @Persephone Barret

She was finally his, and his alone. Of course he had seen her hesitate in everything she did now. She was nervous, and who could blame her, Shen knew he was charming, and he was going to let her push back. It was much more fun this way. Her eyes flashed a shred of reluctance as she involuntarily blushed and smiled, and even when she had placed her hand in his. It was time to trul turn on the charm. and to make sure she wouldn't run to any other host.

Kneeling back down on one knee, he tenderly kissed the back of her hand. "My goddess of the spring, Persephone, your name suits you better than the name of any flower, than love fits this emotion, and better than any compliment I could try to muster. You truly are the bringer of spring, for with your entrance, this paradise had truly entered its springtime of love. My heart has filled with the warm breeze that comes from your kind words, my eyes are filled with the splendor of spring with your absolutely stunning looks, and my future looks brighter with the hope that you bring to my humble self. Yet you still exude the elegance and the strength of a queen of the underworld, a truly outstanding member of our Slytherin house, and a epitome of true grace and authority. Your eyes are like the deep green of forests and the coming of life which match indescribably with the beauty that comes from the power and devastating attractiveness of the underworld. I am truly unworthy of your attention, I thank you for your time, my beloved goddess."

Now standing up, he carefully grasped her hand and politely led her towards a tea table looking the grounds of the castle. The light from the window didn't glare but perfectly flowed as to highlight their eyes and features, bringing out every emotion they would feel, and making the young lady look even more flattering. "My love, Persephone, I would not say that this is my club, though I did start the preparations of it. This is a paradise created by all of the members here. However, it would not have been whole till it was graced by your presence." The tea magically appeared on the table, a dark tea set made of fine china, colored like the lavender of her shirt and a glint of gold around the rim. A light aroma of fruits and blossoms suffused the air as he carefully poured a stream from the tea pot, the liquid arching and glinting like a joyful stream in the sunlight as it leaped into the young lady's tea cup. The steam quickly disappeared, and then a spread of pastries, sandwiches, and other delicacies magically appeared on top of the table. "Please help yourself, my goddess."

Lingering near the doorway
Abilities active | Lovely Creature
Open to interactions! | @Astrea Soleil Neptune

After the initial shock wore off he couldn't help but stare at her simple yet beautiful outfit. He thought the cool colors accented her beautifully scarlet red hair that he loved to-Quinn really needed to just stop thinking sometimes. Like dammit Quinn get your act together! If she could read your thoughts well...he'd certainly make her blush that's for sure.

"Mrow!!"

As if reading his kind or more specifically his very obvious facial expressions and freckled face that was growing redder than a tomato. Irene pawed at his cheek staring at him judgongly almost like she was jealous. Rubbing the back of his neck he managed to stop gawking, still drawn in by her. "N-No you look...look as lovely as ever" He laughed nervously scratching his neck while Irene stared bemused managing to keep her feline composure. Internally groaning the giant dafty mentally smacked himself.

Before he could say anything else someone new approached seemingly ignoring him and started talking with Nico. Introducing herself to Nico. Looking down at the tiny first year surprised he looked back to Nico raising a brow. "O-Oh um am I disturbing you. And um I didn't realize you were a uh...hostess.." He began blushing again to Irene's dismay but also her amusement.

"Right, right another time, and go straight for a bit.." The Slytherin prefect whispered to herself while walking step by step to the Rehearsal Room. She had never visited this area before, although it was near the Duelling Club and the Ballroom.

She seldom visited the dueling club, thus her being a prefect. Apart from that purpose, she also fancied watching people dueling one another. Luna could and would apply things they did that she found appealing. Without a doubt, the time she continued casting Incendio Duo on the two third-year students, was also from observing how powerful it was.

As for the reason why she visited the ballroom, it was clearly for dealing with her duty. Balls and stuff, all of them were just a waste of time. Instead of going there, people could spend more time to study and get more Os in their work, but they refused to do it.

Generally, what she was trying to imply was that she had never visited the Rehearsal room before. The young snake was not going to check it out until she heard that there was a new club there, and they served tea.

They. Served. Tea.

Very important that she had to mention it again. Tea was not her favorite drink. Comparing to a warm cup of hot chocolate, it was just, an acceptable drink. With that thought in mind, Luna had never thought of getting some tea when she went back to her house.

It was still like that until today. While she was waiting for the borrowing books line in the library, she overheard some people talking about a new club and they served tea. She forgot what kind of club it was, but it seemed to be a club related to tea, probably a tea club.

At first, the young girl was not planning to visit this place. It was cleary just a boring tea club, without having anything special about it. However, the thought of the tea club kept going on her mind, and now, she was here. She was here, in front of this wooden door, which would lead her to the tea club. To the teas.

Quietly staring at the door, Luna hesitantly reached the knob. According to her memory, this should be the right place. Undoubtedly, her memory was always correct, or so she thought. Admittedly, it looked more like a classroom door, or something that was not a club's door. Considering the dueling club also had boring look on the outside but amazing inside, this place might be the same.

As soon as the lavendered hair opened the door, she saw a lot of people who were dressing pretty formally. It was just a tea club, how questionable it was for them to dress up like this. It did not seem like she was the only one who wore school uniforms, so she did not have to worry about anything. To be fair, even if she was the only one who wore uniforms, the Slytherin prefect would not care.

Luna looked around. The only person who she knew was her co-worker, Nico Shymane. The red-haired might be here for some teas as well.

Maybe she had to stand here and wait for a bit to get a cup of tea.

Mentions: @Mildred Wilson, @Willow Anderson & @Luna Choi

Interacting with @Nico Shymane & @Quinn Healy

@Dale Kurt

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What was happening with Seul? It wasn’t like her to get entranced so easily. No matter how hard she fought, the girl couldn’t resist locking her gaze towards Nico. It was almost as if someone has given her an Amortentia potion, but she couldn’t pick up any scents of honeydew*. Perhaps there was an otherworldly being playing her like a puppet. Where did the cold and disciplined Seul go? It wasn’t until the unusually tall boy spoke that snapped her out of this bewilderment.

A rush of heat saturated Seul’s soft and pale complexion as the girl realized what had happened. Had she been staring at the red-haired girl all this time? How humiliating! She needed an escape. This was a disgrace to the An family; her life would end if one of those snobby pure-blood brats caught her acting this way. Flustered, the girl quickly replied, “P-pardon me. Umm… I-I think I have somewhere be actually,” before turning around and hiding her flushed face. She’d admit, Nico looked ethereal, but Seul certainly wasn’t attracted to girls…so why’d she become so infatuated? She shook her head, trying to grasp the situation. Of course! What she needed was to get out of this seemingly enchanted place. Not giving one look back, she began to make her way towards the exit. The poor girl just wanted to hide herself.

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