Wonderland Waltz 2026 Spring Ball

He tenses twice under her touch. The first time she figured was because he didn't realized it was her. But the second? He was either extremely against hugging or was not used to be hugged. Maybe even both. Squeezing him once, she pulled back with a grin on her face, "I'm so glad you came! Let's go get something to eat or drink, I have something to tell you!” Before slipping her hand into his once more, she studies what he's wearing. A black, tilting her head she thinks of the word. Oh blazer and what she supposed was a tie. One that wasn't tied. Scoffing slightly, she lets go of his hand. Grabbing both ends of the tie, she quickly ties it into a Pratt Knot. One of the ways her father taught her how to tie a well, tie. Tightening it just enough, she grabs his hand once more and then tugs him towards the refreshments area.

Fortunately, they were on the completely different side of the courtyard than their targeted area. She didn't know how to tell him this because she doesn't exactly know what his reaction would be. He could either be extremely angry or at least pissed about it. Or he might be a little happy. But either way there's no going back on it. Especially after screaming at her father about it. Letting out a soft sigh, she squeezes his hand unconsciously.

Once they make it towards the refreshments, she lets go of his hand and shoves a drink into his. Taking an Ice tea for herself, she turns and smiles at him brightly. "Sooo how've ya been?! And I know I already said this but I am actually really happy you're here! Something could've happened that prevented you from coming or you decided to be extremely grumpy and not come!"

Flashing a smile, she decides to tell him about her moving later. After all, she would have to go into the details of her father figuring out her knowing french and then him losing it. It's quite a long story.

Banner by Vasilius Nighthawk

Magnus Blackwood!
DURMSTRANG | SECOND | OUTFIT | HEX
Russian/French | 04.19.2026 | WC 498

Shining light, starry sky, glorious chandelier gleaming through the whole courtyard. When all the students entered the courtyard, bringing in the luxurious silk, satin, glamorous suits and gowns, beautiful jewelry, expensive perfumes. All kinds of flowers, friendship, love, and tension were all blooming as if the night were a great start of a novel.

Three brave travelers had taken the cake on the table of red diamonds: @Elowin Prankhurst, @Marrietta Griffis, and @Aurora Coleman each took a bite of the magic cakes, yet nothing had happened. What went wrong? Nothing. But maybe something would happen next time. In the center of the red diamonds, hot chocolate, coffee, all types of fruit chocolate slushie, and soda floats—all of them with whipped cream—secretly appeared. Next to them was the “Drink me” sign. It slightly bent toward the drinks and became bigger.

Wind blowing gently, the vines climbing the pillars of the marble swayed in the air. As the ball went on, some students were in pairs, in groups, with laughter and chatter; the atmosphere gradually lightened up. Besides it, @Colin McCoire cast three spells in a row, conjuring birds, flowers, and butterflies. Various colors filled his surroundings; some of the birds stayed in the branches of the old oak trees, and some of the butterflies fluttered and went without a trace. @Paul Turner, a first-year Gryffindor, saw Colin do this, then he cast a Green Spark Spell. He succeeded, a strong green spark cutting through the sky, drawing everyone’s attention.

Some little episodes were happening. The clash and the mystery. Accidentally, @Milo Hartman bumped into @Mathias Athanatos; the two caused some chaos and broken glasses. The first-year Slytherin’s first encounter with the commanding presence of Mathias did not end well. One of the said glass was repaired by @Laurie Holmes; she cast a successful Reparo. On the other side of the courtyard, @Taylor Athanatos came to @Paul Turner asking for help. The mysterious statement of her being chased. How would their story continue? We shall see.

The classic waltz music was flowing in the outdoor space; singing from birds joined in, and the spring was lively. Several people had already started dancing. Some of the pairs were students that hadn’t met before: @Tes Cadell and @Salim Wolde, @Angel Dayes and @Aamon Athanatos. In between the dances, there were introductions and testing the feelings for each other, like a delicate waltz of back and forth. Under their feet, the enormous clock seemed to be ticking faster than before.

The shimmering refraction of the crystal chandeliers illuminated the courtyard. This was just the start of chapter one of tonight’s story.

The Red Queen Labyrinth

Guests are also invited to walk through the hedge maze that is built in the garden after the The Red Queen Labyrinth was finished. Its twisting paths and crimson blooms make it as enchanting as disorienting, and those who wander too quickly will find themselves turned about more than once.

Spring Royalty

Tonight is the night to announce the newest Spring Royalty members. Please sit tight and wait for the exhilarating crowning moment.
The deadline of voting is on 30th April at all timezones. And also don’t miss out the wonderful performance by the Spring Royalty participants in the Pageant.

Event Guidelines (Rules)

1. You need to be indexed to participate in this event. Please include your stats and abilities in your post.
2. Please follow all site rules, the word count requirement is 200 words.
3. Moderation will occur every week.
4. You may make a moderation action per round. Please specify the moderation action in your post.
5. This is an in-character roleplay event. Please stay in character under this thread.
6. The Labyrinth would take place on 19 April 2026 from morning (10am) till late afternoon (~5.30pm). The Wonderland Waltz will begin in the evening (7pm), and Spring Royalty results will be announced during the Waltz (~9.30pm).
7. Respect other guests and make sure everyone has the opportunity to join in the scenes.
8. Do not control another character’s actions or reactions without consent.
9. When announcements or scheduled moments are taking place, listen to the directions from the event hosts.

Outfit:

Reducio

Wonderland, the perfect place to be absurd. Where logic twisted itself until nonsense felt natural, expected, and right at home… just like the silly boy cloaked in a bright red feathered suit.

A giggle slipped out. Then down Joseph went, ducking toward rows of rose bushes as a couple drifted past. Instinct kicked in. His arms came up, shielding the patterned teacup strapped across his chest. Inside nestled Astra, today a bunny dressed in a noble black hat and cloak. Dignified. Distinguished…

That was the intended effect, at least.

Somehow, by every rocky law in the universe, she still looked perfectly adorable. Cutesy, even. Maybe de-cutifying a rock really was impossible.

Slowly, his hands slipped away from Astra. “Peekaboo! Flowers!” He grinned down at the rock. “So pretty, oooh… look. They change colour.”

Sure enough, red drained from the roses until pale petals stared back at him, soft as Astra's fuzzy bunny fur. Joseph’s eyes widened. “Woah, that's some serious magic… unless this is one of those light tricks.” 

Festoon lights glittered overhead. And there, no - wait. 

Chandeliers.

Floating. Actually floating.

“They’re levitating,” he noted in awe, adjusting his hat before it could topple. A quick flourish of his hands, a cheeky nod. “Wouldn’t want to stand under those, though. No idea what this ball has in store for us.”

A wince tugged at Joseph’s face.

He'd been through enough disasters to last him a lifetime. Getting smashed in the head by a giant, falling crystal chandelier was a HARD pass. Shaking off the unsettling thought, he let his gaze shift away.

Ball-goers stirred around him. Girls in dazzling blue gowns. Stiff boys, primped to perfection in their collared tuxedos. And somewhere in that crowd, Eona. His heart twitched.

“Letsgoletsgo, we got a date to find,” he said, scratching Astra behind the ears.

The crowd dispersed for Joseph as he wriggled his way through. Faces streamed past him, but none were familiar yet. Were Pam and Ruth here too? His cheeky friends had never failed to attend a ball together, so it wasn't unlikely that they'd be traipsing around here somewhere. Unless, of course, they were still busy tripping each other up on the way down.

“Joseph!”

Eona's voice hit him like a thrown teacup. Slowly, almost comically, he turned. “Oh, um. Hi!” He said, drawing up as the girl in the white sundress skipped over to him. 

His hat swept low as Joseph dipped into a bow. “Salutations. ‘Tis Lord Joseph of Hufflepuff. And um, Madam Astra.”

RRRrppprrrrrrttt-pak-pak-PAK!

One hasty lift of Astra’s hat, and half the seams had popped off clean, leaving her hat half-unravelled. A flush of heat burned his cheeks. So much for ‘dignified’.

“Oopsie. Umm… might have forgotten I sewed that hat on.” 

A moment of silence sat between them. Then in a sudden surge of boldness, Joseph stepped forward and caught Eona’s arm lightly, like that was the most natural thing to do. Awkwardness melted from his face to reveal a stupid smirk. 

“C’mon! So much to explore here,” he chirped, despite the butterflies beating about in his stomach. Joseph didn’t wait for an answer – he broke into a run, half-guiding, half-yanking Eona behind him past the others towards the nearest banquet table. 

The table of Red Hearts was a battlefield of appetisers. Bowls of thick pumpkin soup. Some crunchy looking stuff, next to salad that looked suspicious enough to go all KABLOOIE if picked up. He snatched up two sweet pepper poppers instead, handing one to Eona before popping his into mouth.

The sweet spice was a punch to his senses.

“Thrmis is gmrood struff,” he murmured mid-chew, reaching for another. Another bite. Another burst of spice. Astra really was missing out today.

Somewhere else deep in the courtyard, something sharp and glassy shattered. Not that it mattered to Joseph. He was too busy stealing another pepper popper.

Action: Interacting with @Eonaria Kabukimono and @Astra the Rock, munching on sweet pepper poppers.

Mentioning: @Ruth Fairchild @Pamela Graham

Stamina 8 | Evasion 3 | Strength 5 |  Wisdom 6 | Arcane Power 6 | Accuracy 7

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"Well I feel very honoured," She replied almost sarcastically.

“I mean it,” Salim said, looking her even deeper in the eyes to assure her that it was true, which it was.

Then she said that gray eyes suited him and he smiled warmly at her. She looked almost surprised by his compliment but then she smiled. At him this time. Wow. Her smile was truly amazing.

After Salim accidentally stepped on her foot and said sorry like a lot of times, she joked and Salim gave a little laugh.

She let him guide her off the dance floor and said a drink sounded good so he grabbed two glasses of lemonade, one of which he gave to Tes. “I’m not that fond of Butter Beer,” he explained in case she wondered why he hadn’t had it. “We don’t usually drink it at home.”

He took a sip of the lemonade. It was delicious and just what he needed after dancing for so long. “You know,” he said, putting a hand in his pocket. “I’m not really good at small talk and all this,” he gestured around, “is completely new to me. I’ve never been to a ball before this one.”

Salim moved cautiously a little closer to Tes. “You should come and visit sometime, I think you’d like it,” he said, gently nudging her with his arm.

Wc: 227
@Tes Cadell
Notes: Not open to interactions

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Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 9 | Accuracy: 3
Abilities: Parselmouth

@Angel Dayes

"Angel Dayes," Aamon repeated, his tone thoughtful, as though weighing it properly but he rarely appeared truly pensive. "Yes… that suits you rather unfairly well, I think." The statement, complimentarily but mildly awkward like most things that left his mouth.

"You know, that's… quite a lot of expectation to place on a person," he added, adjusting his grip slightly as they turned. "I mean, statistically speaking, you're now responsible for being at least mildly divine at all times." There was the faintest ghost of a smile, a sort of quick and restrained expression that he quickly repressed, as if he'd surprised himself by saying something that sounded almost genuine.

He adjusted their positioning subtly as the music shifted, his hand steady at its proper place, guiding without presuming. It was clear he had been taught how to dance by the family's gaggle of house elves thoroughly. It was a common pureblood quirk: habitual perfection, social missteps, including those in dance were treated as minor tragedies. There dance was almost militaristically trained, he never learned how to dance, he learned how to survive the encounter. Now he could waltz under active military conditions with the full understanding that any misstep would be quietly judged by an invisible panel of ancestors.

"Rich name," he echoed, almost absently. "That's… one way of putting it." His father had his eyes set on the Minister of Magic and they were well known in the magical world, not so much in the muggle word for obvious reason. But there was something with the present Minister being "too stubborn to die." But Aamon did not elaborate, he rarely did and for good reason. While he did not have the deep familial attachments his peers might have with their clan and kin, his relationship with his brothers and father were more complicated.

Her question about sports pulled a small exhale from him, something just shy of amused. "I have been placed on a Quidditch pitch before," he said carefully, as though recounting a mild but avoidable disaster. Technically he was a beater, but the second string part of that fact was rather important. His sum total time on the pitch was likely no more than 5 minutes the entire season. "My skill seems to be best suited for maintaining the temperature of the bench. The results of putting me on the pitch were… educational. For everyone involved." Mostly him. He learned that his bones were not more durable than a steel ball hurdling through space at 30 miles per hour. He had previously suspected this, but quidditch confirmed this.

She was a duellist, or so she claimed. Well, technically she did not say she was a duellist, but assumptions were easy enough to make. He had never watched a match, he was never much of a fan, but he knew that was not the right answer. Balls were like pop quizzes with formalwear. "Duelling, that I can respect. It requires intent. Precision. Fewer variables attempting to knock you unconscious mid-thought." That was the right answer, right? Of course their thing was interesting, even if it weas not.

Then she continued and Aamon listened as much as a teenage boy could. He tried to listen properly and that is what should matter. The Slytherin's expression shifted only slightly as she spoke of status, of not belonging, of lineage… of things that, in his world, were not said so plainly. He understood those facets, he was born to fit a certain role but he seemed to have been cast from the wrong mold.

When she said Dhampir, he stiffened. Aamon's gaze flickered, his eyes sharpened like something behind his mismatched eyes had abruptly come into focus. "…Dhampir," he repeated. The word was not mocking, nor was it dismissive. He was just… registering the fact that he was dancing with a predator. There was a pause; not in the dance, but in him.

Something cold moved through his pale expression, quickly buried beneath composure, but not gone. "Right," the Slytherin said after a moment, his tone returning to something almost normal. "Of course," I would have to pick something that sees me as a snack as a dance partner. He thought to himself.

"I did say duelling required fewer variables," Aamon added faintly, as if trying to continue the conversation from before. "I may need to revise that assessment." He was now looking for an out, a decoy or an event to temporarily *distract* the girl so he could make a run for it.