Ball Invitation ... to whom?
____Millie have no idea what to do that day after class so she ended here, in the owlery, with a thought that the place is not far from her common room. She's not in the total mood nor energy to do more footing works to descends downstairs, yet not that exhausted to end her day just now. So rather than sitting, reading, or journaling in her room, the girl decided to gathered with the owls in this owlery.
____It's not that the owls acknowledge Millie as their friends that easily, but surely for some people might see like that because of the automatic glanced and hooted they shot at her arrival. Even so, Millie just continued her step to the stairs.
____In that time, not even reached the half of the stairs yet, a great-horned owl flew towards her. In its claws, there is an envelope. Thinking it was maybe from her parents, Millie took the letter and the owl flew back outside. No longer feel like going up, she took a seat on the first staircase as she ripped open the envelope in her hand.
____It's not that the owls acknowledge Millie as their friends that easily, but surely for some people might see like that because of the automatic glanced and hooted they shot at her arrival. Even so, Millie just continued her step to the stairs.
____In that time, not even reached the half of the stairs yet, a great-horned owl flew towards her. In its claws, there is an envelope. Thinking it was maybe from her parents, Millie took the letter and the owl flew back outside. No longer feel like going up, she took a seat on the first staircase as she ripped open the envelope in her hand.
To The Girl Who Has Stolen My Heart,
To be honest, I don’t know if I can express how pretty you are on the page of a letter. What I do know is that your beauty is beyond comparison, rivaling with Mother Nature herself. I know that we may have never met but I think that matters little in the grand scheme of things. I’d be honored to have you on my arm for the ball, if you are to accept my humble invitation. Your heart of gold and face of porcelain has won me over, and I can’t imagine going with anyone else. My world has been shaken, never the same since you stepped into it. I hope you are doing well as ever and that you won’t hesitate to send me a letter. We may be strangers now, but I promise not for long. Friendship has always been a sign of prosperity between schools, and I hope to receive news from you here at Ilvermorny. I’m a rather charming fellow who would be lucky to have you as much as you would be lucky to have me.
Sincerely from your secret, not so secret, admirer
Laurence Cory Hanes of Ilvermorny, descended from the Hanes pureblood line.
____Once she'd read the letter, Millie furrowed her brows. Blinked her eyes for a couple times as she read it again more thoroughly, she try to makes sure she doesn't misread any single word in it. But no, it's still the same as she read it for the first time. Perhaps this letter for someone else, she thought, but there is no addressed name from this so called secret admirer. She had no friends in Ilvermorny, nor even step her foot there, so the chance almost impossible this letter addressed to her. Forget the flattery, it feels like she just read a regency novels in which words of praises are merely a form of 'gentlemanly' norm.
____What should I do with this?
____What should I do with this?
__________
not included the letter-308WC
Reducio
@Isla Afton, @Tina Carilla, @Xio Arcana, @Cassiopia Stellato
Honorable mentioned @Cory Hanes
note: i probably wont reply much, one after all of us popped up, and 1 or 2 more after that, so i allow a minor godmodding on Millie
Honorable mentioned @Cory Hanes
note: i probably wont reply much, one after all of us popped up, and 1 or 2 more after that, so i allow a minor godmodding on Millie
Last edited by Millicent Ann on 27 Sep 2026, 15:38, edited 1 time in total.
"An apple a day keeps anyone away if you throw it hard enough!"
Ball Invitation ... to whom?
Word Count: 515
| Date: TBD | Time: Afternoon | Location: Owlery, Hogwarts | Participation: OPEN |
| Mentions: @Millie Ann @Cory Hanes |
| Song: Origami - The Rare Occasions ˜”*°•x•°*”˜ | Outfit: ˜”*°•x•°*”˜ |
𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚢, 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢—𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕. 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝙰𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍.
𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍. “𝙷𝚒!” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍. “𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎’𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚇𝚒𝚘. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊.” 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎’𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. “𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛?” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. “𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎.” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐. “𝙸’𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘,” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛. “𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑.” 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎. “𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢,” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢, “𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?”
OOC Notes: I would love to have Cory and my childhood friend at Ilvermorny to have a rivalry once I can make one XD
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"You look like you need some Pixy Stixs! Want one?"
Ball Invitation ... to whom?
Thoughts
Speech
French
Mention: @Tina Carilla, @Xio Arcana, @Cassiopia Stellato and @Millie Ann
Isla had been meaning to send an owl to her brother for a while, maybe to smooth things over, maybe to keep being petty and give him a piece of her mind. She had Vanilla in her bag, because she didn't trust the menace to not make a mess alone in her room.
She walked up the stairs, mentally revising what she'd do after she finished checking if an owl had been sent yet. When she reached the top, she heard someone talking, a girl, but she didn't recognize the voice.
The Gryffindor entered the owlery, which always had the kind of smell that made her doubt what desicions brought her there, because the scent of owls had always bothered her.
Lia didn't expect a letter. She didn't want to get her hopes up, but she didn't want to miss one if it actually came. She glanced at the couple of girls talking, noticing the letter, but not butting in.
The only letters there where the ones the girls had, and from how it looked, one of them had received one and the other one was sending one. Lucky. Isla could only dream of receiving one or actually sending one for someone that mattered.
The autumn ball hadn't been announced yet, but she knew how exited the other were for it. Isla hadn't gone yet, not once in three years, but maybe her third year would be different. Everything has been.
She glanced at them again, and recognized one of the girls. Her name slipped her mind like sand on hands, but Isla knew she was part of the summer camp.
Should I ask her about the letter? she wondered, but she didn't want to seem nosy,so she discarded the thought. Isla sighed softly and asked, hoping to make the right first impression "Hello, I noticed you're unsure about the Letter, is everything alright?" she asked, because she had noticed how uneasyly Millie, now she remembered the name, held the letter, almost like if she wasn't supposed to read it.
wisdom ◦ 8 | arcane power ◦ 7 | accuracy ◦ 6
Methamorpmagus | Perfectionist
WC: 347
~The sea does not ask permission to rise~ The banner emporium
Ball Invitation ... to whom?
”Nothings quite enough when I know that to get it I beg...”
”Yeah to get it I beg...”
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"A wise girl knows her limits; A smart girl knows she has none."
Ball Invitation ... to whom?
____Still in the midst of her uncertainty, Millie raised her eyes when she was being approached by quite familiar girl's voice, @Xio Arcana, she remembered. Millie caught that she was expecting a letter too that's why she came here from what her nonstop chattery said. While the girl then asked for her name, another girl approached.
____Her cabinmates back in summer camp, @Isla Afton. Millie automatically touched her face when she asked her condition with the letter in her hand. Is that obvious? Am I unknowingly make them worry because of this mysterious letter? Should I just gave it to one of them? Maybe it really is for them? And yet, again, another familiar person came at her. @Tina Carilla. Asking the most obvious point of this unknown letter which she guessed came from Ilvermorny. Is she the one this letter belong? Or Ms Afton? Or maybe Arcana? Which one?
____Exasperated because she didn't know what to do exactly, Millie then decided to told them the name inscribed in the last phrase of the letter, "It said this came from Laurence Cory Hanes," she said, hoping that at least one of the three might recognize the person with that name. Millie looked at them one by one, then clear her throat as she begun to read the letter aloud. Not too loud to the point of scream, but audible enough so they can quenching their curiosity of this letter.
____Her cabinmates back in summer camp, @Isla Afton. Millie automatically touched her face when she asked her condition with the letter in her hand. Is that obvious? Am I unknowingly make them worry because of this mysterious letter? Should I just gave it to one of them? Maybe it really is for them? And yet, again, another familiar person came at her. @Tina Carilla. Asking the most obvious point of this unknown letter which she guessed came from Ilvermorny. Is she the one this letter belong? Or Ms Afton? Or maybe Arcana? Which one?
____Exasperated because she didn't know what to do exactly, Millie then decided to told them the name inscribed in the last phrase of the letter, "It said this came from Laurence Cory Hanes," she said, hoping that at least one of the three might recognize the person with that name. Millie looked at them one by one, then clear her throat as she begun to read the letter aloud. Not too loud to the point of scream, but audible enough so they can quenching their curiosity of this letter.
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around October, 2026
239WC
239WC
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note: i probably wont reply much, so i allow a minor godmodding on Millie
"An apple a day keeps anyone away if you throw it hard enough!"