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Alaric smiled and nodded at @Amara Dragamior. “Greetings! Please enjoy!” He gave the child a peculiar look as she started to use a tiny finger bowl in the off chance to dye her hair. He wondered if the child knew that bleach trying to break through her dark hair was going to turn it orange? And the fact that roots dye so much faster than the rest of your hair, so she was most likely going to end up with yellowish, orangish roots and splotchy orange hair. She didn’t even bother to section it out. Then again, this is what happened when you tried to bleach your hair at 11 with no experience. Thank the gods for magic, right? Because sometimes you needed to learn the hard way.

“Greetings!” He smiled at @Crystal Jagger, who asked if they could paint on one of their arms, but as it seemed Alaric had a few other people approaching him for his help as well, he smiled over at Nora. “Professor Jensen’s perfect skin would make a wonderful canvas for you, I think.” He waved to @Ariana Walker in greeting. “Hello!” His attention was then pulled to one @Alan Vanes, asking him for help. “Oh, yes, indeed I do let me show you what I would do. Cap the polish and come on a bit closer.” Alaric motioned for Alan to pull up a seat next to him. Assuming the boy did so, Alaric would lay his arm on the table horizontally and then position his body so that he could look at his own hand better. “This is the angle you want to try and get, and so you don’t get polish everywhere, make sure you brush the excess polish off as you pull the brush out because a little goes a long way. And I’ll be right here if you have more questions.”

He was then approached by someone he did know decently well from the house party. “Greetings @Mars T'ien! Please, you can paint them whatever you please. Pull up a seat!” Alaric set his right hand on the table for them but kept an eye on Alan as well. “I left them unvarnished just in case someone wanted to. You have a lot of canvas to work with here.” He chuckled. As other people flowed in and presumably out, he would smile at them and nod in greeting.

Atlas had gotten word of two of her professors setting up a little makeover retreat in the Courtyard for the students to practice their skills and try out new techniques as well as just to relax from a stressful past couple of weeks. Initially hearing the little event had her queasy as she wasn’t one to doll herself up but with her recent panic at the Secret Blossom Ball where she tried to look attractive for her best friend Ethen she eventually persuaded herself to go to hopefully learn a few tricks for the future.

Tightening the laces on her converse, Atlas slowly made her way to the courtyard as she heard crisscrossing chatter as students helped each other with their looks. Oddly her heart started to race as if she was about to be scolded or attacked as she dragged her feet in the soft grass puffing out her cheeks as she mulled through her peers eyeing their progress as she tried to get ideas for what she would do with her own look.

She was relieved to see boxes of makeup set up on each table as she really didn’t have any of her own as she found a free space quickly gliding over to the chair as she sat down in front of a mirror. She had scuffs on her cheek and shoulder from her battles in the dungeon although it was rare to find her not covered in marks as she was always one to dive headfirst into danger regardless of the handful of spells she knew. She was a pro at biting off more than she could chew and yet, as far as she could tell today was going to be quiet and peaceful.

Crossing her eyes, Atlas cocked her head to the right sticking out her tongue as she contorted her face in the mirror entertaining herself for a few moments before exhaling deeply as she stood up from her seat. Leaning across the table, Atlas shuffled through the makeup box as she pulled out a brownish red, a neon orange and a purple eyeshadow. Grabbing out an eyeliner pencil and a dark purple lip gloss. Atlas laid out her goodies in front of her as she pictured a look in her head but had yet to figure out how she was going to execute it.

Turning her head to the left, Atlas watched as some of the students had asked for help from the professors while others were experimenting freely trying out all sorts of bold looks. She would have asked her mother for help with makeup but she never cared about looking good or impressing people until recently and now here she was stuck at a makeup table.

Opening one of the eyeshadow palettes, Atlas pulled out the tiny wand as she pinched it between her fingers rolling it as she stalled fearing that her eyes would look like she was knocked out by the time she had finished.

“Okay just apply the eye shadow. I mean everyone does it so it can’t be hard. Just push this stick into the color and smear it on...yeah that’s all there is to it…” She coaxed herself as she puffed her cheeks, rubbing the eye shadow brush in the neon orange color until the whole tip looked like it was covered in pollen before she smeared it across her right eyelid filling the entire area with bright orange.

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Grumbling his way around the grounds, Ethen struggled to keep his mind occupied with anything but thoughts of boredom and a growing hunger. He had spent the early hours trying to exercise only to realize that such strain only intensified his hunger. Why that would be an activity people enjoyed he would never know. But abandoning the pursuit, Ethen found himself suddenly with a complete lack of something to do. Sure he had plenty of school work that he needed to do but the prospect of the seemed like a struggle for another day.

Usually, his weekends were spent causing mischief but he had struggled to locate a partner in crime for the day. His usual accomplice had gone to some makeover fiesta happening in the Courtyard after he relentlessly made fun of her but now he was left meandering through the grounds void of direction or purpose. He then began to wonder how awful the little makeover party could really be. The more he thought about it the more fun it sounded. He pictured all of the crazy ways he could fix himself up to be truly monstrous.

Trotting over to the courtyard, he initially felt awkward waddling into the group of students all busily working at their hair or makeup. Many of them seemed to be really good at the work and he averted his eyes feeling a bit awkward lingering a stare for too long. His own grass-stained jeans and old gray hoodie suddenly seemed a bit drab surrounded by all of the people making themselves beautiful.

His eyes scanned the group trying to find Atlas hoping the familiarity would ease his discomfort. But then he remembered how nervous he felt when the girl was in the pretty dress and he wondered if seeing her with her hair done and elaborate makeup would make him feel a similar sense of discomfort. Gritting his teeth, Ethen spotted the back of a little blonde head and weasled over feeling a bit of nerves as he inched closer to Atlas.

“Um...Hi Atlas,” Ethen said with a sudden bashful affliction claiming his voice. She seemed focused on applying something to her face and Ethen walked to her side to get a look. Immediately, he began chuckling as he saw one of her eyelids was turned completely bright orange. With only one eye done it looked absurd and Ethen understood that Atlas must have come her to just get some crazy warpaint as well. “Oof! I thought you were here making yourself all pretty again, I got spooked. Good to see you were just up to mischief,” Ethen gleamed rubbing his hands together as he looked at all of the unfamiliar tools around.

“I think I will start with this,” Ethen said grabbing a deep red lipstick off the table. With immense focus, Ethen began drawing an intricate design over his face with the lipstick as he peered into a mirror. With so many different things on the table, he would need to make sure he got the craziest concoction of colors.

WC: 520/1000

Interacting with : @Hjørdis Jensen @Alaric Equinox | @Ethen Emrys @Atlas Reid

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Alexis put on a plain black jumper with a white knee length circle skirt and put on her black ankle boots. She gave herself a once over once more in the mirror before put her hair up into a ponytail and make her way towards the courtyard. It was an quiet Saturday afternoon for her, she decided not to spend her time coop up in her dormitory and she has heard that Professors had set up an errand for the students who are interested, it was such a perfect timing.

She spotted two professors, “Good afternoon, Professor Jensen, Professor Equinox. It’s a good day isn’t it, professors?” She greeted the professors with a charming smile plastered upon her face. She felt extra cheerful today for an unknown reason.

She noticed boxes on the table. One contained makeup products and the other one contained nail products. Then she noticed the face paint, it peaked her interest. She could have fun with those. Alexis might not know much about manicure but if she was good at anything, it was art.

She settled down in front of a mirror, she peered around at students sitting close to her. She saw a girl with bright orange eyeshadow on one of her eyelids, “That looks cool.” She made gesture at her eye as she spoke. She turned her attention towards the other boy as she was using a deep shade of red lipstick to draw something on his face, “Interesting choice.” she said before realizing they don’t know her yet, she added, “My name is Alexis. You?”

As she was waiting for them to answer, Alexis reached her hand into the box to grab multiple color of face paint and some brushes. She placed the brushes down in front of her to decide which one she she use. More importantly, what was she going to paint.

She decided she was going to need both of her hands, she chose to paint her face. Something simple on her cheeks like a flower or a lot of small flowers across her cheek. She picked up the smallest brush and dip it gently into the red color in the palette. Alexis leaned closer to mirror as she made small dots across her cheeks and her eyelids. She leaned back to observe her work, biting her lips as she debate whether or not it’s enough. She changed to another brush and dip it into different color, white. Then she went back to making the dots on her nose bridge. She giggled a little when she saw herself in the mirror, she looked like she has red and white freckles on her cheeks and eyes.

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Saturday rolled in and who does not like weekend. When the young Serpent woke up at their dorm, they smiled. The hectic of the last week has passed and it is time for them to explore the castle some more albeit they already stayed at the majestic castle for one year. Before went to bed the green eyes girl decided that because in a few weeks they will become Second year, they decided to make some changes.

Last night they decided to bleached their hair. A few days before that, they Owled their mother to send some hair bleaching and hair coloring equipment. After taking shower and they feeling refreshed they decided to wear white v-neck shirt, black ripped jeans, pair with grey hooded denim jacket and white sneakers. They took one last glance and ascend towards the courtyard.

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During they education at school, Cassie already joined some events that held by the school staffs. They already joined the last three previous one. When they emerged, their white hair (the end result of last night bleaching) get blown gently by the air. Despite the warm weather, Cassie still wear their jacket until the arrived at their destination.

When they stepped into the courtyard, they saw some familiar faces. They walk into the table and there is an array of make up kit as well with many colors of nail polish. It seems this is another Professor Jensen idea. Cassie then greets both of Professors. "Good day isn't it, Professors?"Cassie asks both of the professor.

Their Cuban accent seeped out. Cassie then decides to rummage the nail polish bin. As an Ironwoods, people expected them to know a lot about make up, since they always dress for the occasion. Cassie just know the basic knowledge of make up essentials but not so much. After finding the color that they want to use, they grab some nail painting tools.

Holding a box of purple hair coloring, thin nail brush and nail filling kit, they sit down at the available space. After they sit down and laid the base, beige color and black nail polish along side other things that Cassie grab from the table, they flip the hair coloring box and read the instruction. "I hope this will not end up as a disaster"Cassie said to the wind.

They ripped out the lid of the box an take out the coloring tub. Inside the box is provided with plastic gloves. It seems their mom decided to bought them the Muggle kind. When Cassie read the instruction from the back of the box, Cassie sighed. There goes time efficiency. Bleaching their hair for hours is one thing but waiting for the intended hair color like they want is another thing.

Cassie then stand up and grab one of the fingers bowl that have water in it for later use. Cassie then come back to their station, they shed out their outer wear and fold it nicely on the chair next to them, then they start applying the purple liquid cream into their already bleached hair.

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Well Quinn looked and looked and everyone seemed either busy or caught in their own little world. There was no help coming for him and while that definitely saddened him it was a feeling that he was all to use to. Sighing he looked back into the mirror and at the make up.He started to doubt himself but when he looked at Irene his cat just stared at him. As weird as it may sound he could have sworn she was making a look at him. Silently telling him to not doubt himself. Whatever it was he appreciated her companionship and nuzzled her nose.

"Aye ye right Irene. Let's try this again. We seen mom do this plenty o'times. An if she can do it so can ah!" He exclaimed pumping himself up. Leaning over he stared at the mirror
picking up the brush again. Gently dabbing the brush in the color from the palette he wanted Quinn began to apply the color lightly at first around his eye. The strokes were uneven but he was trying as he applied the eye shadow to his left eye socket. Yes the entire eye socket since there was look he was going for.

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"Can you BELIEVE that he said that?" Bella laughed and Alina just sighed. She had been hearing about her twin sister's obsession - a fellow Slytherin named Xavier - for nearly an hour straight by now.

"Astonishing..." Alina muttered, now only half listening. It would have been taken as total sarcasm for someone who was actually wanting to hear what she had to say but she knew her sister was just rambling on because her thoughts were always on this boy. She understood though, she had one of her own. A boy she was obsessed with.

The girls walked out to the Courtyard together, a place that normally Alina didn't frequent often. It was too chatty and she enjoyed the open vastness of the Grounds much more. Bella though preferred the Courtyard as she could find many of her classmates there, ready to hang out and socialize whereas Alina was more the adventuring type.

"Lina! Look!" Bella did a little hop in her step and pointed over to where a gathering was happening. Alina looked to her sister, skeptical of what this might be but followed her anyway. There, she saw face paint, make up, nail polish, all set up and students were taking turns giving one another a makeover.

"Belle, I thought you were wanting to go to the ---" but Alina was cut off. "We do, we do! But wouldn't it be more amazing if we turned heads? Come on, Lina. Please?! Please!!!" Boy, could this girl get demanding. And annoying.

Alina sighed. It wasn't like she had anything else to do and she loved having time with her sister but this? It wasn't even so much the makeovers but rather entrusting her sister to lipgloss and mascara. She had to remember that her sister wouldn't make her look like some foolish clown though because they were identical, after all, and if she looked ridiculous someone - even precious Xavier - might mistake her for the other and then it was over. Life would be over.

Alina smiled at how much her sister put into her looks and sat down. "Me first. I'll be your canvas. Do what you will and make me look more beautiful than I already am," she smiled at the conceitedness, "and then I'll know what to do on you. I don't dare try first!"

She sat down in the chair and waited until Bella came back with some things and then closed her eyes and sat patiently while her sister got to work. They had gone to different events or held galas at the Rosier house to where the girls had been primped and prodded many times so this wasn't a first for her. She just didn't know if she liked setting this much trust in her appearance to her sister who always looked beautiful - but didn't usually use these sorts of products.

She'd be seeing Clifton later that day and really didn't want to have to fit in another shower after already have taken one that morning.

While Bella worked on smoothing out her complexion or whatever it was she was doing, Alina opened her eyes to look at the others in the group. She knew there was the classic case of little girls doing this with their mothers and her and Bella never had that - nor would they. In fact, that got her thinking back to any memory she had of her mother. Anything at all. She closed her eyes again and thought harder.

Alina opened her eyes again. "Lina! Stop moving," Bella snapped at her, bringing her back from the moment. "Sorry, Belle..." she whispered, closing her eyes again and this time trying to analyze her daydream. Was that what it was? Just a daydream of something she wished would have happened or was it a memory from long ago? She could count on two hands the interaction she had with her father and count on one the interactions she remembered with her mother...but this one had all of them together, both parents and both little girls. And what was more perplexing was that they all seemed...happy.

This didn't seem like the woman who was selfish, wanting nothing to do with a family and spending all her time cooped up in her bedroom, far away from everyone else. And this didn't seem like the man who took a trip for work with every opportunity and gallivanted off with a new woman each time despite holding a marriage certificate to another.

"Now, just let me fix your hair and then everything will be perfect. Oh, Lina...you're going to look so beautiful. I like this!" Alina smiled, thinking she would mention maybe her sister wanted to become a hairstylist, makeup artist, or something of the sort when she got older but she already knew her sister's response. Her sister didn't want to work after finishing school at Hogwarts and instead just wanted to be one of those aristocratic ladies who married for wealth.

Sometimes she thought that must have been what her mother had wanted, someone to have wealth so she didn't need to work and could focus on herself. But now, especially with this new memory/daydream in thought, she wasn't so sure. It was a hard thing to think about though because it would change her perspective of a lot. ...It made her head hurt.

"Okay, my turn!" Bella said as she gently look Alina's wrist and guided her up out of the chair as she held up a mirror. Alina smiled at the reflection because it was a 'pick me up' from her normal and did look nice. She then got to work, attempting to replicate the look for her sister.

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@Alaric Equinox & @Quinn Healy

He sat down on the seat the professor provided to him and curiously took in his appearance. As he had been told he would slowly cap the nail polish again but still keep a hold on it as to not forget the color he had chosen for his nails. Surely the color might be taken by another student if he left it alone for too long and that meant that the third year would have to wait for his turn to have a go with the color even though he had had it first.

He would intently listen to the professor while trying not to get distracted by those deep red eyes he had. His eyes focused on how he placed his hand onto the table and tried to mimic the position as he bent over the table slightly to make sure he could access all of his fingers for when he would begin the painting process. "Th-Thank you, professor!" he chirped, glad for the help and if he knew how to apply it then surely boys could wear it too!

He had just begun to paint his fingers after uncapping the nail polish again, when he saw a familiar face approach. "Qui-!", he would have assumed the paint to dry more quickly, when he raised a hand to greet Quinn but instead got the nail polish all over his fingers. "Oh no," he exclaimed as he stared at his hand in shock as he had smudged the paint from his nails onto his fingers by accident. He had messed up and was not sure if he could even save or undo it as he stared at the professor next to him with a helpless expression. "Is th-there any way t-to make th-this right?", he would ask the man hopefully as he showed the red eyed man his ruined hand.

WC: 650/1000

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Grinning at the man's reply, Mars pulled out a chair and straddled it backward. Presuming that it was alright with him, they positioned his right arms a little closer to themselves, straightening those long fingers with their own, smaller ones.

Alaric was right when he said they had a lot of canvas to work with. Hmm. It seemed a waste to do solid blocks of color on such a large space. Drumming their fingers on the table—hopefully the paint was truly dry by now—they pondered what designs they could possibly do. They definitely wanted to do something with rainbows. Alaric was always in blue or gray or black and they thought it might add a bit of whimsicality to his demeanor.... as much as a dhampir can be anyway. The warm breeze and hazy sky also pulled at the dredges of the memories of this month. June was always alive with color, with love, and war through such means. They thought it might be nice to pay homage to a celebration they'd always loved.

Glancing at the spread of colors in front of them, they decided on something.

"Hold on," they told their Head of House before pulling away from the chair and skimming over to one of the other tables. They traveled around the little set-up, snatching a bottle off of each table until they were satisfied. Coming back, they laid out their selection on the table. Rainbow, of course, but slightly more muted than the traditional hues. They were never one for bright colors.

Taking a seat again, they grasped the bottle of latex they had noticed while glancing at the table before. They shook it, cracked it open, and then was right about to apply it when they stopped. They looked up at Alaric.

"You're not allergic to latex, right?" they asked, brush still hovering midair. They'd seen the effect of latex allergy on one of Estella's friends and it was not pretty. But it would be a real shame if he were. The gradient would be rather difficult to do.

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