Secret Blossom Ball Event Finished

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Interacting with | @Lydia Cooper from a distance
Mentioning | Everyone who has entered since my last post

A small break in the attendees gave her a small moment to look around and see the others starting to mingle. She noticed a few people up in the stands as well but they were too far off to really be able to tell who they were. Movement out of the corner of her eye brought her back to the entrance in time to catch Josette Rutledge *Click*. Aura Lee floated in consumed by a cloud of silvery blue. This girl must come from some serious money to look like an overly embellished Cinderella. *Click* Now enter Scott Alexander someone San knew from the Headliner. She found him aesthetically pleasing enough to know that any photo taken of him would always be amazing. What was the word other people used? Incredibly handsome and amazing? Probably the golden embroider knee-length jacket certainly helped. *Click* It was no surprise that he made his way towards Anastasia. The power couple of the night? Probably.

Saskia Nicholson someone San had kind of bonded over healing practices with. This is probably the shortest thing San had ever seen her wear, but the light blue dress looked good on her. *Click* Adam Harrington draped in a dark blue respectable outfit found himself entering the ball. Respectable would probably help him blend into the background. *Click* Willow Anderson a girl that Santario met at her birthday party entered wearing a flowing assortment of beige, but she made beige look good. That was an impressive feat. A sensible hairstyle with a dangerous-looking hairpin. Be wary any who step on her feet tonight. *Click* Wren Caster an ice blue princess made her way in but the color went very well with her skin tone. *Click*

Illowy Madnard was a vision in silver with gold accents. Santario didn’t think she would be alone for very long. *Click* Selim Faust entered wearing a kimono in shades of blue. The last time she had seen him was also in the Slytherin common room on that night and if he was anything like she remembered he no doubt had something sharp and pointy on him somewhere. *Click* Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood looked like a rider who had misplaced its horse. She looked sleek and interesting in her outfit none the less, but a horse would have been a nice conversational piece though. Missed opportunity. Maybe next time. *Click* Lark Flaer dressed in stunning whites with undertones of blush pink would only make her golden eyes stand out more so. If Hags looked like this we would all be doomed because following her into the forest would be welcomed. Like Anastasia, ladies would need to watch their boyfriends around her. *Click*

Rosie Parker a girl San vaguely remembered from the last ball. Wasn’t she Quinn Healy’s date before? The half-giant was nowhere to be seen and if she had missed him, she would have needed to get her eyes checked. Rosie was adorned with a beautiful blush pink dress that went on beautifully with her skin tone. Hopefully this time the violet menace (Erin Ryan) wouldn’t disrupt her night by trying to fight whoever she was with. *Click* Isadora Ramone entered in an oddly formfitting choice of a dress for an 11 to 12-year-old child, but to each their own. She looked like she might be apart of the pureblood variety which would somewhat make the outfit choice make sense. *Click* May Moonstar had on a blush floor-length gown and the flowered chignon her hair was done up in was stunning… But it looked like a craft table sneezed on her face with the golden glitter around her eyes. Hopefully, that was glued on properly. Glitter shards in the eye weren’t fun and neither was scratched corneas come to think of it. *Click*

Savannah Griffis wore an interesting choice of dressed-down clothes but nothing terrible either. At least her shoes were really cool and San wondered if she painted them herself or bought them that way. *Click* Ancel Wandlow was very welled groomed in a fitted suite but it was all brown. Even his hair was brown. Now brown was not a bad color but some accent color would have really made that pop. He kind of looked like a tootsie roll. *Click* River Dewlight entered in a black lightly flowered off the shoulder dress and a gorgeous necklace. Obviously the two girls shared some taste in common as they wore the same style of shoe. *Click* Percival Gray another boy who needed to learn what accenting colors were. San understood that this ball would inevitably deform into chaos because this was Hogwarts, but we don’t need to be dressing for funerals just yet. *Click*

As a small lull in entrances hit, she saw Lydia Cooper wave to her from a distance. Santario would offer her a wave in return with a smile before bending down next to her camera bag. She would wind the film in the camera making sure that it would be completely wrapped up in its canister before popping open the back and placing the spent roll within another plastic canister to keep it safe. Slipping that into the left side of her bag before reaching into the right side and loading up another piece of film and standing back up. She worked quickly with the skill as if her fingers had been performing these actions for years. Although, she was only 12 by a week she had been working a camera since she was 8. Standing back up as quickly as she could so that she wouldn’t miss anyone.

Outfit | Locket | Hair | Camera bag

Harper left the changing rooms and headed off to the ball. She looked around seeing all kinds of people she recognized. She waved to a few people she knew and smiled at some. She felt a little shy suddenly and a little sad that she didn't have a date. However, by the time she knew about the ball most people she knew had already had dates. So she would hopefully instead get the opportunity to meet some new people, Hufflepuff or any other house really.

Harper started by going over to where the food was. She didn't really eat much before the dance just in case there was food. She made sure to pick foods that wouldn't get on her beautiful pink dress. She looked down at her feet wondering if heels were the best idea. She was pretty good at walking in them and they matched her dress nicely but she knew her feet would be aching by the end of the night. She instead just shrugged it off and looked at the food and gathered some up and then went and sat somewhere sort of away from the party so she could scan it and see if there was anyone who she could talk to or meet.

Passively Interacting with @Willow Anderson
Directly Interacting with @Lydia Cooper and later @Calanthe Choi

As people filtered inside, Aaron said hello to as many friends (and strangers) as possible. His excitement was through the roof when he saw how many people were actually showing up! Maybe people really did have hope that this wouldn't turn out like the last ball - the masquerade that Aaron had not attended but heard terrible things about. He noticed the hard work @Santario Martin was putting in as she snapped pictures of every person entering, and he made a mental note. He and the others would have to thank her properly sometime.

Just as Aaron was about to make a trip around the ball to say proper hellos, he heard Lydia's voice calling for his attention. He looked at her and smiled, "Thanks, Lyd. You look amazing as well. You're definitely in a fairytale." When he said that last bit, he gestured to her whole ensemble. "I think they love it! Really!" he said, trying to reassure her of the success of the event. He hadn't seen a single unhappy face so far (except maybe the girl who had approached Pericles earlier...).

"Y-yeah, sure," Aaron said, offering a slightly nervous smile as she walked away. Dancing. That's the one part of this whole ball he was truly nervous about. How did people even dance at an event like this? Spinning? He decided not to worry about it for now since he didn't intend to dance for a while, and then he started walking around.

He saw Willow holding hands with a boy from her birthday party, but he chose not to comment on that. He just called out to her that they should talk soon. He then realized that @Sean Hearth had disappeared, and he briefly wondered where his best friend had gone. But it wasn't hard to figure out - Aaron knew him well after all. His eyes looked towards the dark Quidditch stands and offered a tiny smile, knowing that Sean was probably more comfortable away from all the guests. It made sense.

As he walked around the pitch, he made sure everything was in order and the guests were having fun. He took note of all the unfamiliar faces, hoping that he'd get to know them. Groups of people had started to gather, and there were some lone wolves out there as well. He didn't quite realize that he had started heading towards the food again (clearly being convinced by the rumble in his stomach) until he was already there. And that's when he noticed her.

There was an Asian girl - a first year, he guessed, because she seemed familiar - and she was having a grand time by the food and drinks. But her enthusiasm and collection of food isn't what caught his attention - it was her grabbing the Yoohoo. His dark eyes immediately sparkled as a grin found its way onto his face.

"Hey, you!" he called out to the girl, who had started heading for the stairs of the stands. Perhaps he sounded a bit aggressive, but he just really wanted to get her attention. He quickly made his way over to her, hoping she would've stopped.

The girl was wearing a red sweater and jeans, making Aaron wonder if she had missed the changing rooms on the way in. But then he thought about how Santario had dressed - super pretty but casual - and decided that this girl had probably just chosen to be casual as well. After all, they weren't enforcing a dress code. He had only worn his plaid button-up and suit jacket because his mother had sent it specifically for the Blossom Ball he had told her about. It certainly wasn't fancy or expensive, but it did suggest that he cared about the event (evident by the fact that he was one of the ones who planned it)!

"Do you need a hand?" he said, a friendly smile brightening his face. He had definitely noticed the funny way she was walking. They were at the edge of the pitch in slightly dimmer lighting, but he tried to make eye contact with her. "I'm Aaron. You're a first year, right? I think I've seen you in classes before... Are you a Yoohoo enthusiast as well?" Aaron was the definition of a charismatic chatterbox, but it was part of his Hufflepuff charm. If she accepted his help, he would immediately take some of the plates from her arms to help carry them wherever she needed.

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Interacting with: @Percival Gray
Mentions: @Josette Rutledge

After dancing for a bit Isadora found her throat a bit parched. She hadn't even noticed that she was dancing that vigorously. She turned and made her way off of the dance floor and looked around for the refreshment table. She spotted it to her left and made her way over weaving in and out between students. Her lilac dress swished a bit as she moved and she felt the nice breeze on the air cool her down a bit as she walked. This was so much fun, she hoped the night would get better from her,

She reached the drinks table and took a moment to ponder her choices. There was the obvious choice of pumpkin juice or punch, although Isadora did not think it would do well to quench her thirst. She moved a bit to see more of the table and spotted where she could get some cold water.

Relieved she moved to grab herself a glass of cold water trying her best to avoid bumping into people. She passed a boy near the water wearing a dark black suit.

"OH! Parden me," she said as she scooted by him. She poured herself a glass of water and took a large gulp, sighing with contentment. She looked at the boy again and gave him a friendly smile.

"Hello, how are you enjoying the ball so far?" She asked him kindly. She noticed Jo across the scenery of the pitch and gave a quick wave and smile to her acquaintance from Potions.

Takes place directly after pre-ball thread Deadly Premonition
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Mostly things like this were second nature to him already. Social gatherings. He used to have them in his mansion all the time growing up. He quickly learned how to behave at them, since the alternative was being locked in his room with nothing to do for hours. Learning to dance didn’t sound so bad when staring at the ceiling, hearing the distance concertos vibrating the floor beneath his shoulders.

Miss Evelynn seemed perfectly prepared as well, especially after they had their talk. Flash having tossed off his coat in the dressing room, he offered his arm for Evelynn to rest her hand on and walked into the pitch. There was no time to fuss at mirrors or catch up with friends, as dearly as he wished that was the case. He would have loved to speak to any of the many people he recognized as the two of them floated past with a sense of dignity and purpose. Flash’s eyes belonged to only a select few people at the Blossom Ball: Victor Moore, Vladimir Athanatos, and Opeila.

Not that he could perfectly stop people from approaching him and saying hello. He hoped Evelynn would protect him from most of their admirers, but he did have to put effort into looking like he wasn’t watching them. He barely noticed the decorated surroundings, except to make sure none of the exits were blocked off. They had a few plans in place, but all they really had was a few Slytherins who had come to the ball wearing comfortable shoes. Why hadn’t they told everyone to wear them? Flash’s weary eyes blurred when he looked at all the large, trailing gowns and high heels worn in the crowd. They should have insisted… or would it have caused a panic?

He knew where he was headed first-- he needed to assess the current situation. Stands, dressing rooms, pitch-- there were three locations to keep track of. Opeila was directly ahead of him talking to Kara Capricorn, appearing to still be waiting for Vladimir to… implement his plan. Looking at her in her bright green dress and flowers in her hair, only yards away, Flash was struck with the immense fear that if he made one wrong move, she could very well be killed. Was it because he let her? Should he have insisted she tear this ball apart and leave everything to him?

Right. He only felt that way because it was easier. Easier to throw himself into the fire than watch his dear friend do it in front of him. All he could do now was make sure everything went perfectly. Keep his eyes open and put out fires. Metaphorically. Given that the hosts were mostly occupied greeting guests anyway, Flash simply bowed politely, leaving Opeila to her current company. If she ever looked over to him, she would likely meet his gaze. Even though Victor was his actual quarry, Opeila was important to him.

It was surprisingly easy to find him. Almost insultingly so, given his extremely loud white suit and mass of bright red roses. Marion was beside him as well as it turned out, even though he wasn’t particularly assigned to watch her. It seemed wrong. Were they trying to throw him off by being so obvious? It almost felt like he was being toyed with. It was ostentatious, screaming even. It made him want to look away. Certainly he was acting as a distraction, no one had that bad of taste in clothing.

Now that he had made visual contact with two of his targets, he looked around for his third. The stands in the distance were woefully underlit, making it impossible to recognize anyone who decided to dwell there. Horrifying. He hadn’t taken a good look around the changing rooms yet either, where he could part from Evelynn for a moment for her to check the women’s changing area. He didn’t want to be apart from her for too much of the evening, he expected to get used to the feeling of having her nearby.

It was almost effortless, even though they had barely made each other's acquaintance. She knew manners, how to walk and look and talk. She was brave and curious, ready to face danger beside him if that was what it came to. She was scanning the gathered students carefully herself, eyes darting around rapid and mechanical. Her steps were light and precise. Standing still and serious in the middle of the ballroom, one might think they were about to break into a dramatic tango.

But instead, Flash saw Opeila walking off towards the dressing rooms. No doubt she was looking for Vladimir. He supposed he knew why she might feel impatient, but she had also promised him she would stay within his sight. She had been preoccupied, so perhaps she hadn’t seen him enter.

”Miss Evelynn, the dressing rooms.” Flash spoke to her in monotone. They weren’t engaged in any other conversation, so he didn’t need to put on airs.

As he inconspicuously guided Evelynn back towards the dressing rooms, his eyes caught sight of Ruka at one of the tables with Willow. Strange to see the two of them side-by-side. It could have thrown him for a loop completely if it weren’t for the gentle tug of a woman’s arm on his, guiding him back to his true purpose. He wasn’t there to think about friends and… whatever Ruka was.

Then Flash paused, the unease of having to make a choice with very little information churning in his gut. He couldn’t write Victor off just because he felt off about him. Maybe his gut was wrong, maybe his gut was just his feelings for Opeila. Right now he needed to turn off the part of him that made emotional decisions. It would only get in his way. The most dependable person is the one making the decisions no one else wants to make.

”Wait, I’m sorry. Mingle.” Flash changed his mind. He should stay out on the floor where Victor and Marion were.

A few of his Slytherin co-conspirators were already there, namely Thora, Bridget, and Tyranni. They had dispersed themselves in the crowd. Other Slytherins of note, Santario and Alexx were there for business, it seemed. Flash wondered what Santario’s roll of film would look like by the end of the night. Would it be something dreadful?

He had to release himself from the fear as well. He was not the one he should be worried about. He needed to look calm and in control. Happy. This was supposed to be a fun event. The smiling faces all around him seemed somehow distant, like seeing them through a greased lens. All those faces, all the blissful ignorance. He had to emulate that.

Interacting with: @Evelynn Decipio
Permission given to god mod Evelynn
Mentioning:

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@Victor Moore @Vladimir Athanatos @Marion Davenport @Opeila Seilun @Thora Larkston @Tyranni Whitethorn @Bridget Collins @Willow Anderson @Ruka Tân @Santario Martin @Alexx Séverin

Action:
Arriving to the ball with Evelynn Decipio on his arm

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Interacting with @Blake Bayne

May saw that Blake had a huge grin on his face.
“My God Blake, are you going to grin so brightly the whole Ball?!” May said, jokingly, even tho she was really wondering if he was.
She had never seen Blake so handsome. He had normally very messed up hair, and May couldn't even recognize him as she was searching for her partner earlier.

“Ya know May, you look stunning to. Couldn't have asked for a better companion.” Blake had said. At that, May turned a bright shade of pink.
“I couldn't have asked for a better companion either…”
May didn't know if she would ever be so happy. She wasn't worrying about her diary, or about her mother and father, her homework...or anything at all! Now was the time to enjoy the moment and have fun (technically the same thing).

“Oh, aye yes how about I grab the drinks and you find a spot to sit?” Blake had offered. May nodded, and smiled.
She went and looked for a seat. Yes, that's it! There was a table for two right at the end, where they could plainly see how the other students danced.

She saw Maggie, Blakes sister, with another elegant dress. May waved at her and kept waiting for Blake with the drinks.

“I guess I should send an owl ta my Mum and thank her fur making me go huh?” Somebody asked behind her.
“Oh Blake! You started me!” She screamed, laughing. “Ooh, yes. But I imagine you didn't tell her it was secret, right? Or she wouldn't have let you go” May replied with a giggle. She was enjoying Blakes company very much.

“Ooh, butterbeer! My special favorite.” She sipped a little bit of butterbeer, and saw how Blake wanted to tell her something.

“So about that dancing….”

May’s eyes widened with joy. She enjoyed very much dancing.

“Let's go for it then!” She said, as she picked up Blakes hand and headed to the dance floor.

Interacting: no one
Mentioning: @Saskia Nicholson @Santario Martin @Lark Flaer
Abilities: lovely creature, Calming presence

Dale yawned, the changing rooms were pretty far, and he was starting to get uncomfortable in his multi-layered outfit, he decided to just wear a hoodie and a pair of jeans over his suit, it was easier than having to change in the provided room, but it made it hard to move around. He quickly walked into the changing rooms and took off his hoodie and jeans, revealing his floral pink suit. He borrowed it from hhwat, it was the only thing that fit him, at first he was embarrassed by the thought of wearing it... but it grew on him, and besides he thought he looked pretty good in it.

Dale walked out to the main event, looking at everyone already there. He wasn't looking for anyone in particular. He mostly came to kill time, try to avoid the boredom. He noticed a few familar faces, some of his friends from hhwat like Saskia and Santario seemed to be taking pictures of everyone. He gave her a small wave, struck a pose, and put on his most charming smile for the camera. He shot her a thumbs up and walked over to the refreshments table. On his way he saw Ana... she looked amazing in her dress, but she seemed to be with someone else, Dale felt a pang of jealously, he pushed it down, after all, he had no right to be jealous. Dale decide not to get any food, at least not now, he had already had dinner, and he didn't wanna ruin the suit, he doubt he had the money to replace the thing. he walked over to an empty table, sitting down and sighing. His legs were tired from all of that walking, he looked around at all of the decors they had put out. He was thoroughly impressed, the bubble candles looked great, and the entire place looks fantasy-like in a way. As he looked around he spotted Lark, he waved to her... he remembered what happened last time at the ball, he waved to her. He hoped she was able to enjoy the night without getting clocked in the head with a shoe this time around, he thought she looked great in her dress, maybe next time he would ask her to help him find a suit... she had a much better fashion sense than him.

Dale thought about going to go talk to San, but he wanted to let her focus on her photos, still, he thought it was nice to see her happy, last time they had talked... Dale still felt horrible for his best friend. He was tempted to go talk to Ana, but he didn't wanna mess up her night. For now, he just sat his chair... watching the various people come in.

For someone who cared about formal events, where the excuse to wear over the top attire and bask in each other’s extravagance was granted, stroking the countless young and fragile egos, this secret Blossom Ball was the place. From the countless bubble-lit candles illuminating the checkerboard dance floor, to the orchestral arrangement accompanying the entrance of young wizards and witches in graceful fashion. While Thomas was not without his own self-respect issues, a spectacle like this offered extraordinarily minimal comfort.

Roughly a year ago, students gathered for an event of a similar title, the only difference between them was this one was supposedly secret. Upon his entrance, Thomas’ features marred in a scoff at the set of armor, a simple reminder at the headmaster’s timely disappearance. Shortly after the news the official Blossom Ball was cancelled, the man disappeared. Rumors circled the school grounds shortly after, a student led campaign to hold this secret ball we have tonight. When the chaos erupts as it did last year, the professors will not be available to assist. How convenient.

Thomas arrived in his Slytherin robes to honor the false façade, a request from the hosts to decrease the Professors detection of this event. Given their collective ineptitude when managing a looming crisis, Thomas was positive not a one would arrive. Rest assured, underneath his black&green robes was an all-black everything suit. The traditional attire to a funeral. As Thomas glanced around to see a collection of extravagant gowns and colorful suits, a subtle smirk formed. Am I the only one that dressed for the occasion?

In the search for his counterpart, Thomas took notice of a handful of Slytherin students. First, a trio of Slytherin girls, all brunettes, and all on the quidditch team. A relevant discussion took place a week prior to this evening, prompting a glance in each girl’s direction. If they connected eyes, he would offer a simple nod, as if to say…let it begin. Next, an impassioned blonde third year, sporting a friendly smile amongst a pair of students Thomas did not recognize. He avoided placing his crosshairs on her initially, attempting to avoid her recognition of his presence.

Finally, his eyes met Selim Faust. The gem of his evening, the main player of Thomas’ intended game, except unlike a typical game, death here was permanent. Thomas approached Selim shortly after seeing him, supplying a gentle smile when the opposing boy took note of his presence. “Pleasure to see you again, Selim. Care to accompany me to the changing rooms? I need to shed these robes.” Thomas began walking towards the changing rooms, expecting the boy to follow. He halted for a moment, turning back in amusement. “Besides, they aren’t even mine.” A reference he may or may not pick up on, these robes did in fact belong to the their mutual acquaintance, provided the first night they met.

Katrina stepped out of the dressing rooms and onto the field. The transformation of the place was spectacular. Lights in orbs lit the entire pitch. It was complete with a dance floor, numerous tables, and all sorts of decorations. It seemed like the entire school had decided to show up to this event as well. By the amount of conversations and laughing, it seemed like she was late to the party.

Katrina had thought that she knew a lot of students. Since the Masked Ball, she had surely met a few dozen more pupils. And yet, she didn’t recognize a single face in the throngs of people.

It was just as Katrina was about to go to a corner to watch for danger, (As protecting the defenseless was a reason she had showed up, after all) when she spotted Bridget coming towards her. Her only friend in the school complimented her dress and a pleased smile stretched on Katrina’s face.

“Thanks! Nice jacket,” Bridget wore a gorgeous dress, combat boots, and a black leather jacket. Katrina hadn’t seen Bridget around for a while and something nagged at her. Katrina concluded it was just how on edge her friend seemed, not that she could complain since she was as well.

Bridget rubbed her neck a motion that mirroring the uncomfortableness Katrina was feeling. She told her to stay safe and at this Katrina gave a half-hearted smile as if telling Bridget that she needed to as well, “I will,” With an aura of purpose that Katrina didn’t quite understand, Bridget was off, broom in hand.

Katrina settled down at a table where she could see most- if not all- of the action around her. Her teal dress stood out in the crowd, that much was obvious to the lioness. A small part of her wished that someone she knew would come and sit with her, while the other part was completely content watching others.

She was lucky that there were a few she recognized in the crowd. There was @River Dewlight from the library that Katrina only had a glimpse of in the crowd. She also recognized @Flash Holmwood from the Elephant Toothpaste Experiment a while back.

An odd part of her almost wished that @Piérre Marchonné was there, he seemed to be the only person that would put her out of the feeling of worry she had.

Katrina sat in the chair and continued to watch everyone- fingering the locket chained around her neck.

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Mentioning: Everyone
Interacting with: Bridget Collins

Action: Coming from Changing Rooms. Sitting around at one table on the left side of the pitch

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Opeila had excused herself to go to the changing rooms and search for her date. Victor and Marion were already here, so Vlad was likely not far behind. When the girl had left, Tyranni took that as her moment to wander, scoping out the new arrivals. "My apologies, but I have to go also." She looked at the other Slytherin girl, flashing a brief sympathetic smile before walking away.

Wandering the floor slowly, she continued to monitor where Victor and Marion were standing. It was not long before another girl walked up to Victor. Was that one of the beaters from Gryffindor? Is she his date? She hated that the girl might be caught in whatever crossfire was bound to take place. She was a good player.

It was not long before she saw Flash walk in with Evelynn, one of the Gryffindor quidditch captains. She began to walk over to the pair, sighting Thomas arrive, looking very dashing in an all black ensemble. All the better to hide the blood. As he glanced around the room, she locked eyes with him momentarily. A simple nod from him was reciprocated with one from herself, followed by a wink of her right eye to tell him she read him loud and clear. Turning away, she continued her advance towards Flash. His choice of clothing was elegant, the suit offset by a white shirt with small polka dots. "Evelynn, you look lovely tonight." She smiled at the girl, admiring her choice of attire. "May I speak to Flash quickly?" If she consented, she would pull aside Flash. Not wanting to be overheard, she would whisper into his ear, "I'm sure you saw Victor and Marion as well. It appears that Wren Caster is Victors date. We need to try and prevent her from any unnecessary injuries. Thomas just arrived, and I assume you saw Opeila leave to look for Vlad. I'm going to wander, but I plan to keep an eye on Marion. I noticed Victor brought a bag with him. It could be nothing, but who knows." She would step back from the boy, smile, and compliment him on his outfit as well. Should his date not consent to her pulling Flash aside, she would attempt a more cryptic way to relay this information.

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Interacting with: @Kara Capricorn | @Thomas Lestrange | @Flash Holmwood | @Evelynn Decipio
Mentioning: @Wren Caster | @Victor Moore | @Marion Davenport | @Vladimir Athanatos | @Opeila Seilun
OOC: I am assuming Evelynn will look lovely once she posts, as she was god-moded in by Flash with her approval