Wonderland Waltz
“Liliya Starkova!”
So enthralled in her dance she was that Liliya Ivanovna Starkova had lost all bearings on the outside world. Somewhere a fire was started, somewhere a fire was put out. Rain had began to fall, and they had danced on the slick ground. They had danced through the droplets pelting on the finery of gowns and suits, and when others hid for cover or produced umbrellas, Liliya grinned like a wild spirit, the planes of her teeth glimmering as they reflected what little lights still shone their pathway of twirls and spins. Her hair, once an immaculate bun, had now been let loose, and was plastered her face, flushed not with her morning blush but the moment’s exhilaration. Locks of golden blonde streaked down her cheeks, her make up was smeared, her dress soaked, but somehow in this imperfectness was a perfection she could never have asked for.
Eyes set on Noel’s, she closed them for the fleeting seconds of a pirouette, and as she opened them, the world, blurred into lights and colours, spun around her, before she met the eyes of her dance partner again. Unperturbed by the ongoings of the world around them, drowned in this moment of ecstasy, she could not think of anything else that would colour a day as vibrant. And for this moment, perhaps for this eternity of a moment, she forgot of the trouble of dates, forgot of the impending spring royalty announcements. All her stress, her history, the darkness she carried, was gone as she was made a girl again, who had never seen the horrors of the world. Who could dance through the storm without fearing of thunder or lightning, but awaiting to see the rainbow at the end. For the first time in her eternity of running and hiding, she felt like herself. Taking a step closer to Noel, her face unable to contain the smiles that wreathed it, she murmured the words in Russian disbelief, “Мне это нравится, Рожя.”
She wouldn’t have believed you if you told her she wasn’t tipsy. If you told her any of this was real.
It was then, as the seconds flashed by her, that Liliya realised she was expected for something. Slowly, the grin still trailing on her face, she turned towards the lights of the distant gazebo, bright circles in the rain, in the droplets that had landed and fogged her eyes. She squinted as figures made their ways up to the structure, lifting their dresses up from the puddles that now adorned cobblestones. It was in that moment that, the music still ongoing, that she was pulled out of the dance, and the liminal space of bliss it had created. Plunged back into the world of reality, she laughed at the absurdity of its polarities, and at how beautiful this world was, even after the torrents of rain. Whispering to him in an almost conspiratorial tone, she asked, “What are they calling me for, Noel?”
The question seemed to have answered herself as she pieced together the scene. Gripping the edges of her dress eagerly, she insisted that they walk towards the edge of the dance floor together. If Noel would protest, she would use the excuse that it was far too slippery for a lady to go alone. Even as she walked to the stairs, she would still gasp, “Ебать. Are they serious? I still can’t believe it.”
For a few seconds, she stood just on the path towards the gazebo, and almost chuckled out loud again when she saw the announcer was a rabbit. Containing herself, it was then when she realised she was not contained at all. Instead, as the lights flickered over her, she found herself caught between cachinnation and tears. As her eyes welled with saltwater, as a acidic burning crept up her throat, she crossed her arms over her chest, and hugged herself closely. A laugh escaped her, and at the same time, she choked hard as a stream slid through her foundation. Her mascara protested as it turned into a blackened smudge. But what could she do? She was just a girl. She was just a girl.
Lifting up her dress, she discarded her friend, and rushed up to the gazebo, finally joining the other winners. Seeing their four winners were complete, the White Rabbit announced their victory. Birds and butterflies circled above them, and Liliya stretched out her fingers to let the most amicable of the flocks land on her, her hand shielding them as a temporary solace from the batter of the rain. She barely noticed it when a shimmering crown was placed upon her head, and a sash over her shoulders. She could only acknowledge one truth: she was spring queen. She breathed out, voice light, barely a wisp as it caught onto the wind: “Congratulations!” More to herself than anyone else.
“And thank you. Thank you so much.” Again, more to herself than anyone else.
She tilted her head up towards the sky. For once, as the clouds rolled over, she could not find it in herself to describe it as unforgiving. For once, she found solace in the small sting of each raindrop through the open roof of the gazebo. For once, all her suffering amounted to something — and for once, that something outweighed her pain. God bless the rain; it was only as her tears caught the light that they could have been distinguished from condensation.
Translations: Мне это нравится, Рожя. (I love this, [nickname].)
Ебать. (Russian expletive)
@Noel Clavero | Banner by Prat Pass
INPC of Archer Duncan
Wonderland Waltz
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Interacting with: @Mikey Forville (semi-closed so please owl if you'd like to interact!)
Mentioning: @Dylan Astor
Date: N/AWord Count: 333
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Avery swallowed when Mikey spoke. She gave him a slight nod. A lie. She was anything but okay. The memories still haunted her, but she didn't want to worry Mikey further. The deen concern in his eyes cut deeply into her heart. She wanted more than anything to pull him into a tight hug, but thought against it considering they were in a busy courtyard full of people.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little shaken up." Avery gave him a weak smile. That part was the truth.
At that moment, the winners of Spring Royalty were announced. Avery didn't care that her name wasn't the winning name called. She didn't care about anything in the moment except for the boy standing close to her that she was lucky to call her boyfriend.
Avery smiled slightly when Mikey said she still looked good even though she was soaked to the bone. Her red dress sticking to her skin and her brown locks plastered to her face. "Thank you. You still look handsome yourself." Avery reached up with her free hand and brushed a stray lock of hair off his forehead. Her hazel eyes locking with his blue ones. It was a beautiful moment even with the rain surrounding them.
Avery nearly laughed when Mikey commented that the moment was romantic in a way. It was true. It was quite romantic considering they had only met a year before with similar circumstances. "Yeah. It really is. I'm glad I get to go through this with you. I don't think I could have made it through with anyone else."
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Credit: Mylo Atkins
Action: Avery is standing close to Mikey and holding his hand
Modded Action: none yet
Stats: stamina ◦ 7 | evasion ◦ 6 | strength ◦ 7 | wisdom ◦ 7 | arcane power ◦ 6 | accuracy ◦ 7
Abilities:
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Wonderland Waltz
you'll be the prince, and i'll be the princess -- or should we say dee is the king and aly is the queen?
Post Tracker: pageant, labyrinth, 1, 2, 3, post-ball
Post Tracker: pageant, labyrinth, 1, 2, 3, post-ball
The jet of water that shot from her wand was powerful and well-targeted, and Aly felt a rush of satisfaction just as powerful come over her as the flames on the board games table were easily extinguished. As steam rose into the air, she heard a rumble of thunder above her and turned her head to see an approaching miniature thunderstorm do what she had just did... for the rest of the fires. And suddenly, for the second time today, Aly was soaked through to the bone by the ensuing downpour.
Grumbling under her breath about the unfairness of it all, she turned her wand on herself this time. "Aer Calidus," she muttered once the rain had (hopefully) gone away - someone else had created this thunderstorm, so someone else could deal with the mess they'd created.
But then - the announcement of royalty, finally. Aly made her way back to Kavi and squeezed his hand tightly, her eyes still roaming the crowd to spot wherever Dee had gone. She finally spotted her huddled under an umbrella and snorted under her breath - of course her best friend would have had the common sense to conjure something to keep the rain off her sparkly suit! As the drumroll began, she closed her eyes and wished on whatever star above might have been listening that their names would be called - and then, as if by magic, Dee's name was the first one shouted. Aly sucked in a breath, then let it out in a combination of a hefty sigh of relief and an excited shout; she hardly had any time to whirl to Kavi with a grin before her own name was being shouted.
The crowd was erupting into cheers, but Aly could hardly hear them. Blood rushed to her freckled face, and she felt as though she might split in two from smiling. She gave her date's hand another squeeze and said, loudly, over the cheers, "Give me a few! I'll be right back, and then what do you say we get out of here?" But before he could respond, she had already headed off through the throng of people.
Upon arriving on the stage, she completely ignored the blooms in the colours of the girls' eyes and the butterflies delivering their crowns, choosing instead to first tackle her best mate in a tight hug, a squeal of delight emanating from the seventh-year. Only then, once they had properly gotten out the first thrills of excitement, did Aly turn to the crowns. As if they had customised the twin tiaras to their matching outfits, Aly's crown was silver while Dee's was gold; she crammed the crown over her wild curls, still grinning so widely that her cheeks smarted. She took the glittery bouquet from the eccentric host, then wrapped her free arm around her best friend's back, leaning her tiara-clad head on Dee's shoulder and simply standing there for a moment, soaking it all in. "Looks like they're finally recognising us as the most bloody brilliant seventh-years in the school," she said under her breath, a cheeky tone taking over her voice. "About time! I love you, mate."
She considered throwing a rub-it-in-your-face type of smirk towards @Harlan Montgomery, but decided he'd already suffered enough from having to watch her win over him.
After celebrating her win with Dee in the gazebo, which mostly involved lots of hugging and cheering and waving to the crowd and smelling the beautiful floral scent of her glittery bouquets, Aly turned to one of the junior court winners, a younger Ravenclaw girl she vaguely recognised from being in the common room. "Congratulations," she said with a smile. "I love to see eagles coming out on top!"
When the celebrations had ended and Aly had hugged Dee for about five minutes straight, she made her exit through the crowd, throwing excited grins and thank-yous to anyone who wanted to congratulate her (open invitation, but she's not sticking around to chat). When she reached Kavi, she excitedly snatched his wrist with her free hand and began to tow him through the horde away from the rest of the ball. Godmod perms approved. "Now that I've got that sorted," she said over her shoulder, tilting her head so that her newly acquired crown wouldn't fall off and be trampled underfoot, "let's get out of here before more things destroy themselves!" If there was just more fire-catching to be done, well, this Spring Queen wanted no part of it.
Grumbling under her breath about the unfairness of it all, she turned her wand on herself this time. "Aer Calidus," she muttered once the rain had (hopefully) gone away - someone else had created this thunderstorm, so someone else could deal with the mess they'd created.
But then - the announcement of royalty, finally. Aly made her way back to Kavi and squeezed his hand tightly, her eyes still roaming the crowd to spot wherever Dee had gone. She finally spotted her huddled under an umbrella and snorted under her breath - of course her best friend would have had the common sense to conjure something to keep the rain off her sparkly suit! As the drumroll began, she closed her eyes and wished on whatever star above might have been listening that their names would be called - and then, as if by magic, Dee's name was the first one shouted. Aly sucked in a breath, then let it out in a combination of a hefty sigh of relief and an excited shout; she hardly had any time to whirl to Kavi with a grin before her own name was being shouted.
The crowd was erupting into cheers, but Aly could hardly hear them. Blood rushed to her freckled face, and she felt as though she might split in two from smiling. She gave her date's hand another squeeze and said, loudly, over the cheers, "Give me a few! I'll be right back, and then what do you say we get out of here?" But before he could respond, she had already headed off through the throng of people.
Upon arriving on the stage, she completely ignored the blooms in the colours of the girls' eyes and the butterflies delivering their crowns, choosing instead to first tackle her best mate in a tight hug, a squeal of delight emanating from the seventh-year. Only then, once they had properly gotten out the first thrills of excitement, did Aly turn to the crowns. As if they had customised the twin tiaras to their matching outfits, Aly's crown was silver while Dee's was gold; she crammed the crown over her wild curls, still grinning so widely that her cheeks smarted. She took the glittery bouquet from the eccentric host, then wrapped her free arm around her best friend's back, leaning her tiara-clad head on Dee's shoulder and simply standing there for a moment, soaking it all in. "Looks like they're finally recognising us as the most bloody brilliant seventh-years in the school," she said under her breath, a cheeky tone taking over her voice. "About time! I love you, mate."
She considered throwing a rub-it-in-your-face type of smirk towards @Harlan Montgomery, but decided he'd already suffered enough from having to watch her win over him.
After celebrating her win with Dee in the gazebo, which mostly involved lots of hugging and cheering and waving to the crowd and smelling the beautiful floral scent of her glittery bouquets, Aly turned to one of the junior court winners, a younger Ravenclaw girl she vaguely recognised from being in the common room. "Congratulations," she said with a smile. "I love to see eagles coming out on top!"
When the celebrations had ended and Aly had hugged Dee for about five minutes straight, she made her exit through the crowd, throwing excited grins and thank-yous to anyone who wanted to congratulate her (open invitation, but she's not sticking around to chat). When she reached Kavi, she excitedly snatched his wrist with her free hand and began to tow him through the horde away from the rest of the ball. Godmod perms approved. "Now that I've got that sorted," she said over her shoulder, tilting her head so that her newly acquired crown wouldn't fall off and be trampled underfoot, "let's get out of here before more things destroy themselves!" If there was just more fire-catching to be done, well, this Spring Queen wanted no part of it.
mod action: casting the hot-air charm on herself to dry off, preferably after someone else nixes the storm, then leaving Apr. 19, 2025 | fit in banner | #C47DDB | interacting with @Kavi Kattimani, @Dealla Prince, @Cassie Jiang lovely & charmer affect everyone except dee, peri, kavi, eve | sta 10, eva 14, str 5, wis 19, arc 7, acc 18 __________________________________________________________________ |
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Wonderland Waltz
Olivia felt relieved when he held out the umbrella so that they both had room under it. She quickly stood next to him and threw: “Aer Calidus.” She felt her hair and dress quickly dry and become warm again. Olivia turned to the boy again. “There, much better.” She smiled and listened to him.
The boy then mentioned that he didn’t understand why they held these events every year when the chances of survival were criminally low. Olivia actually gave a short but loud laugh then and quickly put her hand over her mouth and checked that no one else nearby had heard her. “Sorry,” she muttered.
The boy then extended his hand to Olivia and introduced himself as Matthew Campbell. Olivia took his hand. “Nice to meet Matthew,” Olivia replied with a smile. Then he started babbling about how he was crazy for continuing to come to the balls and that he should have just stayed in his bed. Olivia listened with half an ear as she looked out over the sea of students.
Finally, Matthew realized something and turned the question back to Olivia. "...anyways what brought you here, I don't think I've seen you around much before, though it is a big castle?"
Olivia nodded. "This is actually the first ball I've been to, not so much for big events... turns out I was right," she smiled and tilted her head slightly towards him. "And yes, the castle is big so it's probably no wonder we haven't seen each other much. I usually either sit with a book in a dark corner of the library or go for a long, lonely walk outside. It's nice to be alone without people disturbing your thoughts, isn't it?" she explained, looking into Matthew's eyes that were almost the same color as her own.
She blushed a little and turned back to the crowd. “It’s not that I don’t have any friends,” she said quickly, to reassure Matthew, and a little herself, that she wasn’t a completely lonely outsider. “Over there are Colin McCoire and Emily Shephard, those are the ones I came here with,” she pointed to Colin’s white-haired mane that was clearly visible in the crowd. “And then we have,” she searched with her eyes and settled on two people standing close and holding hands. “Mikey Forville and Avery Gray…” There was an almost imperceptible bitter and almost slightly hurt note in Olivia’s voice as she said Avery’s name. She saw Avery lift her free hand and brush some hair from Mikey’s forehead. Olivia knew very well that they were together, but seeing them like this was different.
Olivia forced herself to look away from them as she felt a strange feeling spread through her body. It wasn’t anger, not really, but it wasn’t sadness either, and definitely not joy. She looked up quickly at them again and almost thought she was making eye contact with Mikey, she quickly looked to the side and of course made eye contact with Matthew instead. She cleared her throat. “So what do you usually do when you’re not hiding under an umbrella with a stranger?” Olivia asked and smiled. She sincerely hoped that she hadn’t made eye contact with Mikey before and that Matthew wouldn’t question her quick change of subject. While she hoped this, she felt the strange feeling inside her slowly subside.
Wc: 562
Interacting with: @Matthew Campbell
Mention: @Colin McCoire & @Emily Shephard, @Mikey Forville & @Avery Gray
Notes: Mikey & Avery, feel free to interact! (Please owl first though)
Moderated action: Casting Aer Calidus
| Olivia Williams - Gryffindor | Whether you're a werewolf or human, love is still love. Betrayal is still betrayal. |
Wonderland Waltz
“It’s just so…bright!” Artie exclaimed, the smile on his face continuing to grow bigger as laughter poured from his lips. His eyes crossed as he tried to follow Damien’s finger as it drew towards his nose. He smiled, rubbing his nose as he looked up to Damien, trying to contain his laughter so that the two could talk.
Artie put on a playful frown as he looked at Damien, shaking his head and crossing his arms, “I am not adorable! I am strong and manly!” He paused, “and not silly at all,” he huffed, before noticing the boy's hand and letting his arms fall at rest so that he could take it in his own.
As the duo stepped inside the room, Artie gazed around, admiring the festoon lights and the billowing trees that surrounded him. Artie pulled Damien through the room with him, looking at the gazebo and smiling, “look!” He exclaimed. “It’s the same color as you, purple!” He admired the flowers before pulling Damien with him again, moving towards the tables that were filled to the brim with food. Artie grabbed a plate, loading treats onto it before turning to Damien as he ate a piece of carrot cake.
“I’m surprised that I haven’t grown ten sizes since I arrived here! I feel as if I’ve eaten so much food, but it's just so good!” He laughed, icing smearing on the side of his cheek as he continued to eat the cake.
interacting with @Damien Dragonclaw
~ a life ain't a life till you live it ~
Wonderland Waltz
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Damien just smiled at Artie as he noticed how energetic and bright he seemed to be, it was like he was a puppy of some sorts and Damien couldn’t help but find it absolutely adorable. His smiled was infectious like he could bright up a room anytime with just that pearly white smile of his. Just the way Artie gave him a playful pour was too cute to resist, it definitely wasn’t helping his case of him being strong and manly boy and made him seem more like a adorable golden retriever who needed protection and Damien would gladly protect him. “You know for someone who claims to be so big and strong you’re not helping your case Art!” He teased softly as he decided to give Artie a nickname. He felt Art fitted him as art was something that could be interpreted in many different ways. Art was something that some viewed as freeing and beautiful other times something that intrigued them but they couldn’t understand it, at least not yet. So that’s why Damien felt the nicknamed fitted Artie as he was beautiful but also a mystery and that’s what made Damien more intrigued by him. Damien couldn’t help but laugh at how Artie immediately pointed out that the gazebo was purple just like Damien, he just gave him a charming smirk before leaning down closer to his face. “I guess I’m right on theme then don’t cha think!” He let out a deep and low chuckled before he pressed his finger on Artie nose booping it again. Damien didn’t know why but he liked teasing Artie it was quite fun and he enjoyed it quite a bit. He couldn’t help but let out another chuckled as Artie pulled him along through the crowds of people to a little table containing food and treats, Damien wasn’t really hungry right now but it was funny how excited Artie got over the treats. Damien chuckled as he saw how he had. Icing smeared all over his adorable cheeks. Damien who was raised proper by purebloods knew Artie didn’t think it was a big deal but his skills his father instilled into him started to come out. He took his thumb wiping the icing off of his cheek with it before he licked it off his thumb and smiled. “Mmh~ it would be a waste to let the icing just not be eaten” He chuckled as that was the excuse he had came up with but he knew other probably would be too embarrassed to catch onto that. “Artie the reason you aren’t more sizes is because the universe knows you’re too adorable with how small you are!” Damien was honestly having a very fun blast teasing Artie as he honestly felt like this night was becoming better and better the more time he spent with Artie, he didn’t know what he was feeling but it felt similar to a feeling he knew before, but he wasn’t exactly sure. Who knew this cute little lion cub could bring such joy to Damien’s whole evening. |
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| IC date: Apirl 19th 2026 | Interactions: @Artie Kempston |
| Actions: teasing Artie Kempston. | Abilities: Chasers interception |
| English: #0056d6 | Thoughts: Italics |
Broom: Sliver arrow (+3 to every stat) |
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Stats: (with broom) Stamina: 10 Evasion: 12 Strength: 9 Wisdom: 8 Arcane power: 8 Accuracy: 13 |
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Wonderland Waltz
Riley Bluescar ✩ Ravenclaw
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Stats: Wisdom: 7 • Evasion: 6 • Arcane Power: 5 • Strength: 5 • Stamina: 7 • Accuracy: 5 •
Abilities: Lovely Creature | Year 2 | Year 3 | Year 4 | Year 5 | Year 6
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Jay sighed and patted Jada on the back, careful to not annoy her and shifted her hair to a softer shade of pink, more pastel instead of neon. The bright colours fading to the softer shade quickly.
“You really can never know what goes on behind the scenes, maybe she did do something just not in front of everyone” Jay tilted her head slowly upwards to look at the sky. “If that is the case it seems unfair huh? And it is, you should have at least been told what she did”
Honestly Jay agreed with Jada, the fact that this girl had come along and just won was insanely annoying, even if it didn’t really affect Jay herself.
“You never really know, but either way I think you definitely deserved a spot up there” Jay looked at Jada, her eyes full of sincerity “and I’m sure others do as well”
Jay wasn’t really the type to give good advice but she thought she had done pretty well that time. Usually she just sidled away and left people alone but for some reason she wanted to listen to Jada, if Jay was anything she was a good listener. That was something she could do.
Jada seemed like she was about to throw something, she was very good at keeping her emotions in check, unlike Jay. Maybe what Jada needed was a bit of an...outlet you could say. Jay picked up a piece of cutlery, a small plate, a plain one. Jay dropped it on the ground and the plate cracked, now three pieces of white porcelain on the ground.
"Try breaking something" Jay shrugged "Or you could punch me but I don't like the reality of that, just let your anger out on something that isn't a student"
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My shop: Enchanted Ink
“I’m not about to do whatever you tell me just to protect your ego.”
— Jay Valkyrie
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Wonderland Waltz
Others - #700000
Thoughts- Italic
“Well, good to know my teaching skills weren’t completely wasted,” he spoke, coming closer to her, making her heartbeat rise faintly, his grey eyes still on her.
He led the way, stopping just beneath the lights. And as if it were her muscle memory, her hands arranged themselves properly, one in his hand, the other on his shoulder. Her breath hitched slightly as it always did whenever he was close to her.
Lily was still shocked at the fact at how different this ball was from the ones she had ever attended with her family. She was always sitting alone, sometimes accompanied by her sister, most of the time being bullied by her cousins. She remembered how she had "accidentally" spilled a glass full of water at her. She couldn't even cry, that would've just made her look weak. Instead, that was the first time she had ever played a prank on her. She had mixed a lot of chilli in Nova's food, knowing she had extremely low spice tolerance. And then after that, she sat back in her room, letting everyone know that she was there. And, oh, the reactions were absolutely priceless. Her cheeks had turned red, her eyes watering. And the funniest part? She had been trying to impress a boy there. Oh, her reactions were to die for.
Now, she was at another ball, with a boy, dancing with him and having fun in general. She was completely astonished at the difference.
And then his voice cut through the silence. "You know what? I think this is the first ball I’ve actually wanted to be at. Though that might have something to do with my date looking unfairly pretty tonight.”
Unfairly pretty. These words echoed in her mind. Oh, what was it in this boy that had gotten her this crazy?
She smiled lightly, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. "Oh, come on. Stop it now."
sta • 7 | eva • 5 | str • 5 | wis • 7 | arc • 5 | acc • 6
Abilities: Prodigal Charms Learner
Dancing with him
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Wonderland Waltz
NOVALIE MOON! ✩
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When Harvey corrected her, Novalie did take the time to listen, and although she remained skeptical - having been entirely convinced of her own true translation - she accepted his opinion with ease. “Yui’ra o kruvar!”, the Ravenclaw repeated enthusiastically, attempting to mimic his accent, rolling the R dramatically and suddenly finding the sound absurdly entertaining, “Hah! Kruvar, kruvar! It sounds like, uh, that .. word I've been hearing. What was it again? Ah, right - kurwa!”* A bright grin spread across her face, thoroughly amused both by him and his view on Gobbledegook! “I’ll make sure not to forget that. Yui’ra o kurwa!” Right after Harvey then proceeded to distinct between goblins and dwarves - a distinction Novalie found entirely unnecessary, because to her, goblins, gnomes, leprechauns and whatnots all somehow were the same anyway - he had already moved on to disagreeing with her interpretation of appropriate attire for events such as this one. “Sheesh, man...”, the redhead breathed, though the smile never once left her lips, “We really do see things crazy differently. But, like, I totally respect that.” And she genuinely did. The idea of everyone thinking alike was unbearably dull, after all! Novalie enjoyed hearing perspectives that differed from her own, even when she found them rather incomprehensible. However, she remained convinced Harvey would benefit immensely from dressing as a mascot at least once in his life. Perhaps she could talk him into it in the future. But then... he apologized? That caught her with probably the same surprise he must have felt moments earlier when she had suddenly turned serious, making her blink for a second now. Why the fuck was he apologizing? And what did he mean by being targeted? By whom? Confusion spread plainly across her expression. Whatever he was referring to seemed deeper than what might meet the eye, something unpleasant enough to leave traces beneath the surface. All the more reason to get him onto the dance floor for now and force those shadows away from his soul! The moment Harvey accepted her hand, Novalie's green eyes brightened by several shades, sparkling - quite literally - due to her excitement, her grin widening dangerously wide, as though the boy had just agreed to an irreversible pact. Without wasting even another second, she spun on her heel and pulled him toward the dance floor. You see, Novalie possessed very little formal dance training. Eric had taught her a few traditional steps here and there, but structure had never interested her nearly as much as simply surrendering to the rhythm and having a blast with it. Consequently, the instant they reached the dance floor, she attempted to take complete control of the situation. Or rather, she would have - ...Had something at the edge of her vision not abruptly caught her attention and altered her movement. There was smoke lingering nearby, curling thickly upward as though a massive fire had just been extinguished. Wait- hold on!! What exactly had they missed?! For one fleeting moment, the Metamorph considered drawing her own wand and reigniting the flames herself. Obviously, a roaring fire would have made for a spectacular backdrop while dancing with Harvey. That was, however, before the rain began. Heavy droplets crashed down, cold against her skin. Startled, Novalie looked up toward the sky, then back at Harvey- and burst into delighted laughter! Forget the fire. This was perfect. Tightening her grip around his large hand, she pulled him closer, “Dancing in the rain is the best, Harvey! We’re so lucky!” Not a second was wasted. Novalie, as she had attempted earlier, now took complete charge, trying to make him twirl multiple times while spinning herself beneath his arm as well, jumping and laughing to the rhythm of the lively song playing, fully embracing the chaotic mess of it all and showing no intention of letting him go until the song ended. |
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