Changing Rooms || Secret Blossom Ball Event Fin

Excitement burned across the young Ravenclaw's face as she trudged towards the pitch after dinner. The cancellation of the ball had been awful news to the girl as she knew it was to many of her peers. Even if the last ball hadn't gone so well, she still couldn't help but be drawn in by the temptation of music, socializing and a night of well mannered frivolity. As soon as the whispers of a secret ball reached her ears, Lark had rushed to the Owlery to scribble out a quick letter to her Gran about a dress. She hadn't been sure what to expect after the last ball had ruined most of her mother's dress. That had been a lengthy verbal lashing when she returned home over Winter holiday so she knew sending a request for an outfit to her Ma would end in some sort of short response back claiming she could wear the things she had at school. No no.. Maybe if she was going by herself she could have stitched things from various outfits together however she was going with someone to the ball once again. After all the painstaking preparation she had gone through for the masked ball, Lark had better prepared this time around. Taking her Quidditch gear from her large duffle, a gift from her father over Christmas, she had made sure to clean it a handful of times not wanting any lingering athletic smells to cling to her dress or accessories. Going to the pitch at night and sneaking out was already a worry, especially on her own since her other friends were either busy or making their own way to the ball. Though she thought it best to dress more casual and bring her bag to look less inconspicuous should she be caught.

Broom in hand, as per request of the ball committee, Lark slung her bag over her shoulder carefully not to crush her dress tucked safely away inside and found her way to the changing rooms. Once there she nodded to a couple of the others inside and set her bag down where she normally changed for games. Other girls were heading in and out of the room, small chatter here and there about dates or gossiping with one another... even a couple mentions of the last ball which made Lark wince slightly. Hopefully this one would go better...

Pulling her dress from the bag and carefully draping it along the lockers, hanger resting on one of the locker doors propped open. Changing from her jumper and casual wear, Lark pulled her hair up and started to pin it back, braiding a section and concentrating on shifting her hair to an even more silvery tone. Some bobby pins sticking out from between her lips so she could use her hands to slip on the long pearl blue and dusty pink gown. Except... she hadn't thought one thing through. The ties on the back of her dress... whoops. Glancing around the room she saw two older girls laughing a few benches down from her.

"'Scuse me.. I uh.. can ye help me with these?" One hand holding up the straps on her dress and the other lifting her skirts, a little nervous her Gran had insisted on a longer dress even after Lark's pleading that whatever she sent needed to be short in case of well... traditional Ball disasters. One of the girls gave a nod and offered her a kind smile before motioning for Lark to turn. "Ya of course!" Waiting for the blonde haired girl to cinch her in, Lark watched as others left the room. Feeling a pat on her back, the girl and her friend smiled before the three exchanged a quick goodbye, the two leaving for the ball. Returning to her belongings, Lark tucked her now empty bag into the locker along with the hanger and her spare clothes. Gathering the fabric under her so she could sit on the bench, Lark grabbed at her boots and laced them up slowly. 'AJ must be getting ready too..' She wondered what he was wearing.. "'I need ta thank Jack..." Lark mused to herself as she tucked the extra ends of her boot laces behind the leather tongue. Honestly the thought of asking anyone had not crossed the girl's mind. After last ball she thought it would be best to just go alone and meet up with her friends there... but after the Talent Show... Jack catching her little note taking as well as stolen glances at her best friend, well... he had sort of given her the extra "umph" to muster the courage to ask AJ. Standing, Lark closed the locker and clicked it shut before tucking her wand inside the pocket at least her Gran had listened to her about. There was NO way she was leaving it behind. "Right! Okay.. I can do this." Giving herself a quick little whispered pep talk, Lark grabbed her broom and headed out towards the pitch.

༺Outfit Changing Into༻

Isadora entered the girls changing rooms hesitantly, a small pack hanging off of her shoulder. She saw a few students coming and going, some dressed up and others still getting ready. Okay so this was definitely the right spot. She made her way to an empty spot against the side wall and used the shelf in front of her to hold her bag.

She opened up the pack to see a cascade of lilac fabric taking up her vision. She couldn't but smile widely as she lifted the light chiffon gown from its place and held it up in front of her. It was perfect! She undressed quickly out of her school clothes and slowly, almost reverently slid the gown over herself. It made a light wooshing sound and it encased her perfectly, the ends of the dress stopping with a slight bounce just before touching the ground. She reached for her bag again and pulled put a pair of shear flats decorated with tiny crystals that looked like fresh dew drops. She giggled excitedly as she pulled them on, following the shoes were a matching set of necklace and earrings adorned with a single lilac butterfly.

She reached for the final piece of her ensemble, a double rowed headband shaped like vines twining across her head and dotted with amethysts along each row. She placed it delicately on her head. She put her day clothes into the bag and set it back onto the shelf for when she returned and headed towards the mirrors to dress up her face next.

She put on a simple shear gloss and lined her lids with some black eyeliner. She finished her simple look off with some mascara. Once she covered the last lash she let herself look at herself fully in the mirror. She looked radiant, almost like a princess from her fairytales. She smiled again and backed away from the mirror. She put her makeup with the rest of her things in her back and walked towards the changing room exit.

'Here goes nothing' She thought.

Leaving Changing Rooms and Entering Main Ballroom Area

Coming from Blossom Ball

Opeila waited. And waited. And slowly got very nervous.
She searched the crowd for her partners and after a while spotted Bridget, who gave her a short wave. Opeila sent her a short smile.

Kara Capricorn appeared out of nowhere and started to talk to Opeila about her crush Hanako and asked her for her help... Oh lord. Opeila sighed innerly but pulled herself together.
The brunette still didn't like her a lot, but still didn't see a reason to be rude.

She actually was rather jealous, she wished that something like that would be her main problem tonight. Opeila sent Kara a short smile. "You're gonna do it, I am sure of it. Sorry, I've gotta go, my date... seems to have gotten lost."

With that she rushed off. She knew that he wasn't lost. Did it need only a few minutes of absence for him to cause trouble? Opeila hoped not.

She walked over to the changing rooms and knocked on the door for the boys' one. "Vladimir? You there?" If she wouldn't get an answer, she would go in. Opeils would not let something happen in the first second after thr ball started. She would not let her date alone, that was what she had plannee until now. She wss doing an awful job.

@Bridget Collins @Kara Capricorn @Vladimir Athanatos

Annie had walked down from her dorm room, with her broom like she was about to go to another practice. She wasn't dressed in anything fancy just sweatpants and a shirt with her robe thrown over it. The girl had a bag in her other hand, slightly suspicious but she walked so quickly to avoid raising further suspicion that she nearly ran into the door that led to the girl's changing rooms. The brunette stopped short of slamming her face into the door and rushed her bag and broom inside.

Quickly Annie found a place to get ready and started to change into her dress. It was long and flows down to her feet but didn't drag on the floor. With a simple black strip of fabric that represented a belt around her waist, it hugged her perfectly and was pretty decent for an 11-year-old girl. It had a higher neck on it and no sleeves, but it seemed like a pretty good spring dress based on the color and the simple design. She sighed, she wasn't "in love" with the color because pink was horrid and usually thought of as girly. The girl rolled her eyes, and puffed out her chest in pride before holding her breath at another thought.

Saskia is meeting me there tonight.. Annie's heart leapt in several emotions. Excitement, fear, happiness. She didn't know how she should feel tonight, but she was happy that Saskia agreed to go with her. She was also nervous for what was to come because she had heard of previous balls being disasters one way or another, the previous one she think had a fire at it but she could have been wrong. Either way, it was going to be an interesting night to say the least.

All the while she had been thinking about those thoughts she managed to get her hair done and she was very proud of it. She had to curl her hair previously before getting to the changing rooms and used a lot of hair spray to get it to say. See, muggle things worked just as well as magical items. After that she did a small braid crown and weaved some flowers into her braid making it have a really cute spring theme to it, which was the whole point of this ball since the original blossom ball was canceled.

After she had her hair done and her dress on, she had a little bit of makeup applied to her face. Some smokey eye and mascara, which some people thought was a lot for a young girl, but she thought it was appropriate for the event. Along with the simple makeup, she decided to wear nice brown sandals because if she wore heels she would probably trip because she was very clumsy, and if worse came to worse she could run from any potential danger. Annie sighed and checked herself in the mirror before leaving her bag, clothes and broom in the changing room.

She was ready to arrive at the party, for better or for worse. And she was going to try to have fun, while it lasted at least.

Outfit: Dress | Shoes | Makeup
Hair

Annie leaves changing room and heads to main area

Harper was excited for the ball. She had all of her clothes in a backpack because was told she would have to dress normally when going to the ball so no suspicions would arise. She couldn't wait to meet new people she already had her hair done. All she needed to do was change into her dress and shoes. She had one of her absolute favorite dresses sent from home and she couldn't be more excited to show it off. She wanted to use this amazing event to not only show it off though but to hopefully make some new friends both in her house of Hufflepuff, but also hopefully some non-Hufflepuff friends.

As she entered a changing room she took out her selected Pink dress and her matching pink shoes. Her short hair was done up the best it could be in this fancy hairdo. She changed and when putting on her dress she was careful not to mess up her hair. She put on her shoes and then looked in the mirror smiling to herself proud of how nice she looked. She looked in her bag making sure didn't miss anything. She had decided against wearing any makeup or jewellery because she didn't really think it was necessary. Once she was satisfied on how she looked she headed out for the ball.

Entering Changing Rooms from Outside

Emory sat in a corner of the girls’ changing room getting ready. As much as it sounded fun, Emory didn’t originally plan on attending the party. The last party she went to left her with no friends - her birthday party back home. Ever since, she was wary of attending a party ever again, let alone attending one by herself. But it also left her with the knowledge that she possessed magic within her blood.

The more she thought about it, the more she grew somewhat excited to be going. After all, It was a ‘Secret Blossom Ball’, right? Emory was one quite fond of keeping the secrets of people. And she loved plants and the many types of flowers. And what better opportunity to dress-to-impress than at a huge ball.

The young girl finished her makeup and brushed out her long hair and made sure her curls stayed neat. She knelt down beside her and pulled out a box from her bookbag. It was a box sent to her from home. At the first rumors of the secret ball, Emory had sent an owl home to her mother asking whether she should go to the ball or not, and what she would even wear. A couple of days later, she got a letter back from her mother. She told her it would be a good idea to go and that she would have something sent.

To Emory’s surprise, she received this package in return. Stuck to the top was an envelope with a letter inside. She opened it and began reading:

My Dear Emmy,

I miss you so dearly, my beautiful daughter. I hope you have an amazing time at the Secret Blossom Ball! But make sure you stay out of trouble. Your father and I don’t expect to receive a letter from the school with you being troublesome. Make good choices!
I was excited to contact our tailor to ask him to create the most stunning dress for the even, and he was excited as well. Inside the box is a beautiful dress for you to wear, as well as a flower crown and clips for you to put in your hair. I do believe the tailor outdid himself once more.
I have made sure to keep this package a secret as to not raise any suspicions to the staff! It would be a bummer to ruin the ball. Remember to keep your black cloak nearby in the off chance you need to hide. Anyways, darling, your father and brothers and I miss you and can’t wait to see you. Have fun and stay safe.

~Your Loving Mother.

It was nice to hear from her family. She opened the box and pulled out the mentioned flower crown and clips. She smiled as she placed them in her hair. Emory reached back into the box and pulled out a long, green flowing dress. Her smile became wider with joy. It was perfect! The dress really was stunning and would surely stun those who saw Emory wearing it. This made up for her going dateless to the ball.

She slipped out of her school robes that she wore as a cover-up and into the beautiful gown made for her. It fit perfectly to her body. Emory spun around in her dress with a giggle. She put on the fancy shoes she already had, wrapped her black cloak around her as suggested by her mother, stacked her belongings neatly in a corner to be unbothered, and made her way out to the Quidditch Pitch to join the party.

-Coming from the main thread-
-Interacting with @Aurelia Notrésvace, closed to other interactions for the moment-

With her chalice still in her left hand, and the right one carefully wrapped around the flowers on the back of her head, Lydia ran into the girls’ changing rooms. She couldn’t believe that not even five minutes in, and she had already messed up her hair.

She quickly looked for a free spot in front of the mirror, and once she found it she slowly let go of the flowers. Her face darkened in horror as a couple of them fell on the floor, her eyes swelling up with tears that threatened to mess up her make up.

No, she couldn’t cry and ruin yet another thing before Rafael even arrived.

The red headed girl tried her best to make up for the mess that was now her hair, but she couldn’t do a lot, too worried and full of panic to properly let her own brain function.

She looked around, hoping that someone could have come to the rescue, when her eyes fell on a familiar, extremely distracting face.

It was Aurelia, the girl she had met in the Rehearsal Room, the girl that had told her she was beautiful.

There was something different about her though, and it took Lydia a moment to realise that she had green hair instead of brunette, skilfully breaded in two long braids.

”Aurelia? Hi! It’s Lydia. Hem- could you, maybe, help me for a second? My hair got messed up and I can’t fix them...” Lydia asked her, her face red from embarrassment. Why did she always make a fool of herself when it came to interact with people?

Interaction with @George Henry , @Jake Morris, and anybody else who was with Gorg and Jake

Breaking the rules was always a favorite pass time of the rebellious Jack Warren. Even now, in his position of power, as a prefect, he couldn't help but feel giddy of the prospect of a good time. His best friends, George and Jake, had said they were going to meet up to get changed, considering they weren't really supposed to show up dressed up beforehand. The same family friend that had made his nice suit for the masquerade ball had been commissioned with another project. A perfectly fitting, but stylishly baggy pastel pink suit had been stuffed into the boy's book bag.

Before long, Jack had found his little butt into the changing room and quickly pulled on the incredibly extra suit, and, BOY, did he look extra. His hair was put up in the Jack Warren classic made to be messy hairstyling. Pulling himself towards his two best friends in the whole wide world, Mr. Warren struck a pose for his pals. "Whatchya thinkin' boys?" He asked, trying to hold back a smile. "You think I'm gonna steal the show? I think all the ladies will be after me!" The boy barely even noticed George getting onto Jake for not sitting still. Jake was saying something about him being afraid that he'd be left behind when George's new 'friend' shows up. "Don't even worry, Boyo. I'll be with ya!" Jack joked as he patted the boy on the back. He wasn't going to leave the littlest badger all by his lonesome. Of course, Jack noticed the random person 'attempting' to talk to Jake, but Mr. Warren knew that he was more important than the other kid.

Upon entrance to the changing rooms, Thomas’ blue eyes flickered around to the several students tidying up, applying makeup, or adding the finishing touches to their outfits. One student demanded his gaze, her visage held visible concerns that the quickly relayed through Lestrange. He fought desires to interact with her, revealing association this early in the evening could damage a plan coming to fruition.

Instead he began a brisk walk in her direction, intentionally bumping into her. Where the offender would offer an apologetic expression, Thomas gave her a brief piercing glare of concern with raised brows. As if to indicate her to offer a signal for the source of distress. “Oh, sorry ma’am. Are you lost?” The usage of the word ma’am was only to further the impression to surrounding individuals he has never met her. The truth is he has, this girl was Opeila Seilun.

Thomas continued his approach to an empty table and mirror, beginning to disrobe [as mentioned in the previous post, his outfit for the ball was worn underneath his Slytherin robes]. Following removal, he folded the robes and placed them on the table. From the robe pocket, he pulled a hand-written note constructed the evening prior to place atop the robes. In the event he saw Fox this evening, he would request Selim to let him know this gift awaits. The note:

Dear Fox,

I believe these belong to you.

Yours truly,
The one and only fish

Unveiled was his outfit for the evening, the only portion of the boy’s outfit that was not black was the white lining on the lower part of his sneaker. His hair left in its typical mop form, disinterested in styling. The top two buttons of his dress shirt left unbuttoned for the visual of his nonexistent chest hair. Within the left breast pocket, a flask of fire whiskey concealed[purchased from the leaky cauldron]. Assuming Selim was still accompanying the boy, he would glance in his direction with a self-satisfied smirk. “Shall we return to the pitch? We can discuss everything there.” Everything meaning the beginning of his plan. Thomas Lestrange was finally ready for this evening to commence.