Hogwarts Hosts and Wondrous Tea OPEN Locked

Interact with: @Annie Morgan

Luna's head slightly tilted the left. Someone actually made an effort of approaching her. This “someone” was a young girl with brunette tresses that were down to her waist. With a smile on her face, she welcomed the young snake in with a brief introduction of the club.

Staring deeply into that girl's eyes, the Slytherin Prefect searched into her memories to see whether she had seen those aquamarine eyes before. Iconic it would have been if they were both perfect. She actually found this girl familiar, but not familiar enough for her to recognize who the girl was.

There were some fresh perfects while she was in charge. However, she already forgot which house they belonged to, nor their genders nor names. To be fair, it was not that she forgot them. The lavendered hair girl just never considered it as an important fact to memorize. There was no rule written out there that a perfect had to know who their colleagues were. People coming and people going, as long as it was not a Slytherin prefect, she had no interest in knowing who it was.

Staying quiet for enough amount of time, Luna crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the girl appraisingly. To be fair, she came here for tea. It was possible that without someone from the club, she was not able to have a drink. Hiding her appraising feeling, she answered with that same normal tone of hers, which would sound cold to others.

"Hot cocoa is not bad, in fact, I am also a fan of it. Though, I am here today for the teas. May I ask what kind of teas you have?"

Even if the situation of them not having the kind of tea Luna was interested in, she would still order a cup of tea from this place. Having that thought in mind, the young girl had to make sure that she would not have to leave before getting what she wanted.

@Seulrene An

The girl accepted his offer, he internally let out a sigh of relief, he wasn't sure what exactly he would do if the girl refused his offer, and looking at the girl now, she seemed much calmer now then she did before, he was happy he had the effect on people. He was still holding on to her hands, and she didn't seem to mind, he continued to hold them and gently guided her over to a table, far enough away so that they would have a little privacy... just like he had seen Shen do for his guest. When they got to the table Dale let go of her hands and pulled out a seat for her. "Please, make yourself comfortable." Dale said with the same charming smile. He was unsure of what to do next, "Tea... offer her tea." Dalt thought to himself, "What kind of tea do you want?" Dale asked, he was starting to get nervous... unsure of what he was exactly supposed to do next. He had seen Shen start dancing with his guest, Dale hoped he wouldn't have to do that, he had no idea how to dance, and last time he tried it only ended in him getting hurt...

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Mentions: @Luna Choi

The usually mischievous, and admittedly prissy, feline meowed softly looking down at Nico rather kindly. Which was unusual as she could be quite hostile towards strangers only being held in place by Quinn who was at her side. But with Nico it was different. She almost immediately let her guard down and still held up her regal facade but that soon faded.

Quinn couldn't help but softly chuckle at her small expressions. He nodded, "Aye. Sounds good Nico its starting to get hard to find suitable seating. That's comfy for me." He admitted walking with Nico over to the couch where he carefully and slowly sat down as to not break it. To his surprise the couch was actually comfortable and large enough to support his back barely if at all creaking.

This immediately resulted in a contented sigh coming from the large prefect, and he pat the seat next to him for her to seat. Carefully he picked up Irene who momentarily protested putting her in his lap and scratching just under her chin. Something she clearly liked as she purred rather loudly. The entire time Quinn had a soft expression on face that reminded any who looked. That he was indeed still a child. "Ye know. Ah heard about this place but never believed it was actually a thing. Though I think ah might have to make it a habit to come in if you're gonna be my host~" Grinning mischievously he began to laugh still petting Irene.

@Ginevra Tsuchiya

Role- Peripheral Host
Availability- Taken
Type- King's Fool (G-host)
Outfit-

Reducio

Watching the party was a sort of spot for Piérre. It always intrigued him as to how the environment could change so quickly and how it could evolve to suit the needs of any person who entered and exited at any given time. It seemed that many people were finding acquaintances that they were taking to very well to, and others were starting to get flushed and heated. Piérre didn't really know names well, but he could know a flustered person when he saw them. Indeed, the leading hosts had appeared to be occupied with all their own people, and it was left to Piérre and the rest of the peripherals to entertain.

That was the first mistake: Knowing that there was something that Piérre had to do.

Anxiety set in like a brick falling upon one's head from a twenty story building. Dazed, befuddled, and now turning pale as a ghost in Hogwarts, Piérre found his hands beginning to shake as he watched more and more people. Part of him knew that he had to actually do something, but what? There was a girl with blue hair who looked a little ominous standing nearby, and Piérre even spotted Astrea, but she appeared to be occupied with Xailah, whom Piérre had not noticed up to that point. So that was where the music was coming from...

"Is this seat taken?" A small voice asked.

Bright green eyes widened slightly as Piérre looked up at the person who had spoken. She was a young girl, no older than him, probably, and she was asking if the table he was sitting at was empty. Looking around in a slight panic, Piérre realized that he had indeed been sitting. Since when had he sat down? Not that it mattered, he had probably blocked it out of his mind as he had watched the couples around him. The table certainly looked empty... nobody had snuck up on him except the rather pretty young girl.

Smiling in the inadvertent way that caused his eyes to glitter with playful mischief, Piérre nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, it's not taken, here," The Britalian stood, dusting off his plants, which were the remains of a tea cake he didn't quite remember eating either, and pulled out the chair adjacent to his to allow the young girl to sit down as she pleased. As she sat, Piérre would push the chair in, to let her sit more comfortably. Certainly not something one would expect from a young boy, and definitely not from someone who was unfamiliar with the concepts of proper dining. No, Piérre had picked up a variety of little tips and tricks to entertain; mostly from old movies and dramas.

Sitting down himself with a sigh in the seat he had been previously in, Piérre carefully reached for the teapot, opening the top to see what kind of tea was in there. A blast of hot met him and Piérre slapped the top back on. "Looks like Old Faithful to me." He chuckled shamefaced, now noticing the teabags nearby.

"I guess we pick our poison," Piérre indicated to the tea variety. When the girl would take hers, Piérre would reach in after her, taking an Earl Grey. "Tell me when you want me to stop!" The boy said playfully as he picked up the teapot. He would fill hers and then his in the traditional ladies first, gents second.

Cup steaming in front of him, Piérre would place his hands around it, warming his nervous white hands as he began to hum awkwardly. It was a little Italian lullaby his Muggle guardians had sung him and Romeo when they were little. After a pause, Piérre would make eye contact with the young girl, looking deep in her brown eyes. It was not an intrusive look, just a look of intrigue. "I'm Piérre." He said brightly, "Sorry for the bad table manners... or maybe... um... my awkwardness. I'm not really used to this club quite yet..." He shrugged, looking down at his tea and the mint leaves nearby. He ran his finger around the edge of the cup, waiting for any further comment.

Interacting with @Annie Morgan

As Luna expected, there were a lot of different types of tea. Would have been a big mess if this tea club was only be able to serve only one kind of tea. No one would even visit this club in the first place.

The Slytherin prefect knew that she was a picky person. There were many complaints that were given to her, and they also included that it was lucky that she was not being picky when it came to food-related. Otherwise, she would be one of the hardest kid to raise, according to her father.

Food related also meant drinks were included. As a drink, tea would not be something the girl would not appear to be picky about.

Luna half-closed her eyes as she was thinking about what the host’s words. From the list that she was given, she noticed a lot of favors that were her preferences. She would randomly pick one of them with the fact that the result would not change no matter which choice she made. All the girl wanted, was just just a cup of tea.

Opening her eyes, the Slytherin prefect stared back to the girl. At the moment that she was about to randomly choose one, that girl suggested that she could give out her recommendations to Luna. Perhaps she could suggest a better kind than what Luna had tried.

It was worth trying. Even if the drink was not better, she wouldn’t lose anything but time. And since she was still twelve years old, times were not something too precious. ”May I ask you to tell me about your preferences?”

Luna’s face still showed that calming emotion even though she just heard the girl saying her name. There were no denials that they knew each other, or at least this girl did. As for Luna, she was not frightened because of unable to recall who this girl was, based on the fact that she had faith in her memory. However, the girl never realized that she had never been able to remember others from the first or second time meeting, and it could even go to the fourth time. And since she never realized, she still believed in her nice memory. Automatic assuming that the girl had heard her name because she was wearing the perfect badge and her being the only prefect that had lavender hair, she did not put too much attention in it.

”Is it possible to have tea and some pieces of cake in a private room?” If it was, she would not hesitate to say yes with the idea of getting a private room. Not being a party person, she found crowds pretty annoying. As a person of quietness, she would rather get the Curse of the Bogies than being in large crowds where everyone was talking and talking. She could see that there were more and more people coming, and realize if they were still standing here for a while, the room would be filled with people at any time.

Purple moon? What a strange way of calling someone. The lavendered hair looked at the girl, guessing that she knew in Spanish, Luna was the moon. It was a nice name, so she was pretty certain the person who named her was her mother instead of her father.

Back to the main thing, the snake replied, ”I am certainly not scared of you biting me, but are you sure you would be safe? I totally have the ability to randomly throw an Incendio Duo at you once we get into a private room, don't you think?” Slightly raised her chin, she stared at the girl seeing how her reaction would be. Either get scared like Riddle, or burst out in tears like Haynes, or a maybe different reaction?

Luna still wanted a cup of tea. It was the main reason why she came here in the first place. However, if just for a cup of tea, she would not try to act nicer to others. It was just not worth it. She remembered hearing her eldest brother saying that because of her height and her age, she looked adorable while acting rude or arrogant. And now in this place, she would prove that he was extremely wrong.