Event The Fall Ball (Masquerade)

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Her gaze scouted the room, searching the different figures as she stood alone. In the light of the ballroom, her eyes looked a little bluer than the usual silver they had. A soft glare crossed her face- though it was hard to see behind her mask - as she spotted a figure on the other side of the room. She bit the bottom of her lip a little. Oddly enough, today... she was in a much better mood than she had anticipated being in. There was a warmth in her chest that she could not hide. Maintaining a neutral expression when she had the urge to smile every time she recalled her afternoon was particularly difficult.

Hjørdis almost turned to get herself a drink, just to distract herself from her growing thoughts, when she spotted a familiar man approach her, "Headmaster Monserrac," She greeted him politely with a bow of her head. Dancing was certainly not her forte, passion or something she really had intended on doing when she arrived here. But... somehow, she knew it would happen and had resigned herself to that fate. Though, if there was anyone she would happily dance with here, it was likely this man in front of her, "Of course, it would be my pleasure," She replied, "Though, I will happily accompany you if you preferred to get a drink and sit?" Having absolutely no qualms to not dancing. He looked a little tired, she did not want to force him to stand up.

Either way, she offered the man her arm. Mostly for support, but also to allow him to lead the way. Whether that was to the dance floor or a table to sit was up to him entirely. She would accompany him either way, rather happily. He led her to the dancefloor. Standing opposite him, just before she got into position, she motioned towards his tie, "May I?" If he allowed her to, she would adjust his tie a little and fix his jacket for him, "There, perfect." She would reply.

With that, she lifted her arms and got into position, ready to begin.

Outfit | Hairstyle | Mask

Sarah found the look on the Gryffindor’s face hilarious, chuckling to herself as she spun the pair of them round. Careful when pulling faces, yours might just stick like it, her grandmother’s words danced before her eyes, one she would have voiced had Paisley not spoken herself. Her eyes grew wide at Paisley’s clear dismissal of tarts. That was a dealbreaker. “I’m sorry, Paisley. But if you don’t like tarts, I’m not sure we can be friends anymore. It’s been nice but goodbye,” Sarah said, aiming for a serious face but she broke into giggles the second she finished speaking.

Sarah blinked twice as a girl approached them, not having expected another voice. She’d managed to forget that they were stood in the centre of a crowded ballroom and not somewhere alone where they wouldn’t be interrupted. Her instinct was to turn and glare, the way she’d been raised shining through, the way she always hated. But she shook it off immediately, certain hat nothing could ruin her mood. She’d not felt this happy and carefree for, well, as long as she could remember. And making a new friend couldn’t be a bad thing.

She watched as the pair greeted one another, taking the time to let her eyes run up and down the girl’s - Allie’s - body. She was pretty and her dress was lovely, and the smile on her face was welcoming. Sarah praised herself on being a good judge of character and she could tell Allie was a good person already. “Hi Allie, I'm Sarah,” she said, making the split second decision to step forward and offer the girl a quick hug. It was uncharacteristic of her to offer physical contact to someone she didn’t know, but she was in high spirits. “It’s nice to meet you,” She smiled, eyes flitting towards Paisley when she felt her eyes on her. The fondness in her eyes was slightly overwhelming, something she’d not felt since she’d lost her mother and Albert, but she felt a comfortable warmth spread over her.

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@Eyre Reeves | @Anastasia Beckett | @Katherine Labrouder

Eyre looked furious. Like he was about to kill Anastasia. "I really don't care, Ey, she was just trying to get a reaction out of us-" but stopped short as he said he couldn't let her get away with this. "Eyre," Rose chased after him, grabbed his hand gently, about to tell him to not do it, to just leave her alone. But... This wasn't about her. Well, it was about her. But more than that, this was about Eyre and Anastasia and how Eyre wanted Anastasia to leave Rose alone. "Be careful." And she let him go. The last time he had confronted Anastasia, he had started the fight that got him super hurt.

She held his wand like gold. Maybe she was just a hopeless romantic, but this was something Eyre had on him all the time. He relied on it. He wished for it for eleven years of his life.

Rose took a deep breath as she was abandoned on the dance floor, scanning the room for any friends she could hang by until Eyre was done. And her eyes caught on Katherine Labrouder fleeing the room. Gorgeous Katherine Labrouder. Rose cocked her head. Maybe she should go and see if Katherine was okay. So she crossed the room, toward the entrance. She stopped short at the entrance, checking if Eyre was still okay. He was with Anastasia near the outskirts of the room. His face was way too close to hers for Rose's liking. Though the snarl on his face was nothing like the gentle shyness he wore when his face was that close to Rose's. She shook her head, trying to expel the thoughts, but they lingered anyway.

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As Henry Knight: Main Character

Open to Interactions
interacting: @Miranda Everest | @Heather Blair Moretti | @Rohan Fog
Mentioning: generally everyone
Action: Meeting friends with Miranda
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Stats: Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 10 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 5 | Total: 35
Abilities+Race: Prodigal Charms Learner+Werewolf

Pendant

Henry was paying a bit too much attention to his feet as he tried to step carefully and still keep to the beat of the music with Miranda. Henry had a feeling he wasn't doing it right so he tried to twirl Miranda which went better than what he imagined, Henry then laughed a bit as he continued his attempt at a slow dance with his girlfriend.

Henry couldn't help but let his eyes wander around as he saw some who he recognized under their masks and other who he didn't. It was funny how a single mask could hide your whole appearance and for a short time you can be anyone that you wanted,
even if it is just a illusion. Henry focused on Miranda
but after narrowly avoiding stepping on her toes, Henry smiled at Miranda before speaking " would you like to get a drink maybe Miranda?"

Henry awaited got her answer before leaving the dance floor and assumed she was joining him, Henry then saw a familiar face that he had to say hi to so Henry turned and spoke to Miranda " would you mind if we join another duo Mira?" Henry waited for her answer before approaching the tall ravenclaw and her date.

When Henry was close to them, he smiled as he spoke " Heather, it's good to see you," Henry then turned to her date as he spoke " hi, I'm Henry a friend of Heather's," after the semi introduction Henry turned back to Heather before speaking again " enjoying the ball Heather? Was it everything you could have imagined?"

Outfit | Hair | Shoes | Mask

As Charles Alluring: INPC

Russian in Red
French in blue
Spanish in green
German in orange
English in brown

Semi Open to interactions
Interacting: Cassie Heather _{@Lucia Fox} | Fyodor Prior _{@Lana Monet} | @Logan Baird
Mentioning: Rosa Swan _{@Elisabeth Erner}
Action: Getting a panic attack, leaving Cassie, joining Fyodor
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tats: Stamina: 6| Evasion: 5| Strength: 10| Wisdom: 4| Arcpower: 5| Accuracy: 10| Total: 40
Abilities: Evasion Maneuver, Lovely Creature

Charles laughed a bit at Cassie's comment on the mask before saying " alright but how would you get all those masks without someone screaming at you or jinxing you Cass," Charles felt like himself and it was incredible. He was having fun and with a true friend, could things get any better? No but they could get worse, Charles heard Cassie mention going to the costume party and Charles stopped in his tracks.

Going to the masquerade with Cassie felt amazing but he was used to going to these types of parties under a different type of mask, going to the costume party was foreign to the boy. He didn't know what to do or how to act, he didn't even know if he should. Charles darted his eyes around and felt his breathing become louder, for the first time his thoughts were taking over and the ever so calm and idiotic boy was now panicking and worrying.

Charles looked at Cassie, a beautiful person who wasn't afraid to speak her mind or do what she wanted to do. Charles admired and loved her for that but he wasn't her and definitely wasn't that. He played the part well but he could never live the part, he didn't know how. Charles knew about his promise to her and knew it would he wrong to leave her but she would probably end up having more fun without him and maybe even meeting someone like her, not a coward like Charles.

Charles dropped her hand before he would state at her and the words slipped from his mouth " go without me, I think it's best that we separate Cass," taking a few steps backward while continuing " you'll probably have more fun without me anyway," Charles then turned and tried not to look back. He walked away from her and as he did the boy felt his heart break, he wanted to stay with her and go to the costume party but he didn't know how, he didn't know if he should.

Charles felt depressed, he thought he should leave but then a familiar face turned up and Charles approached his best friend whom was talking to a girl.

" Hey Fyo, I expected you to have a date? What happened none of these Hogwarts girls fit your liking," Charles joked wiry his friend before turning to the girl and spoke to her " I take it your aren't Fyo's date? Charles Alluring at your service miss," Charles gave the girl a half smile but didn't flirt with her, there was still something pulling him back. A longing or a thought, something that was telling him to run, to find, to apology to Cassie.

Charles then saw that Fyodor kept looking over at a girl who he assumed was French, in which Charles elbowed his friend playfully as he spoke " why don't you go talk to her Fyo," he then looked over at her and her friends before looking back to Fyodor and adding " I'll even come with you as your handsome broom racer wingman. Plus her friends seem just as hot, I wonder if they also don't have a date," his words meant one thing but his mind was still on another. Cassie Heather.

-Interacting with @Paisley Brown as August Henry -

The more she danced with the boy, moving to the rhythm of the music, the more Lydia tried to tune out everything else that was happening around her; she was there to have fun and make new friends, and that was what she would have done from that moment on, no more drama for the night.

As she listened to the boy talking about his family, Lydia tried to imagine how it would have been growing up with that many siblings, and she realised she wouldn't have been able to do that; she loved her sister with all her heart, but she was so used to her own space that the idea of sharing it with so many brothers and sister made her feel almost anxious. "I can imagine! It does sound cool though, having all of those siblings around... exciting but tiring probably?" she answered with a smile that actually reached her eyes. "You paint? Do you have a specific style, or do you vary? I'd love to learn to properly paint, but I guess I'll just stick with music for now," a small chuckle left her lips "Music is my passion, the piano and singing, to be precise. I've also discovered the harp this summer, so I've been practicing it quite a lot. It's kind of a family thing, being good at music," Lydia then nodded, thinking that the boy was right, "That's so true! It's always so exciting finding something new that you like. It's like discovering a new world every single time!"

As they continued dancing, Lydia then shook her head, trying to reassure her dance partner. "Please, you did nothing wrong. I just... sometimes people only care about what's outside, without really bothering with what's inside. They see a nice box and place it somewhere, without bothering with what could be hidden underneath the surface; after a while they tend to forget about it..." she said and then sighed, trying to smile again to the boy. "I just realised something though!" she exclaimed, a small chuckle leaving her lips "We have been dancing for a little bit, and I was wondering: what's your name?" she asked, her smile still on her lips.
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*Alluring and Lovely Creature are in effect.
For the mods
Action: dancing
Abilities: Alluring (part-veela) || Lovely Creature
Stats: Stamina: 5|| Evasion: 5 || Strength: 5 || Wisdom: 10 || Arcane Power: 5 || Accuracy: 5

Graphic by Leonard Oaksworth

[font=Times New Roman]Interacting With: @Melissa Carson and August Henry.
Tags: @Paisley Brown
Action: Leading his date to a secluded corner to hear her out and have a go at comforting her
Status: Closed to interaction

Stamina | 6 | Evasion | 5 | Strength | 8 | Wisdom | 5 | Arcane Power | 5 | Accuracy | 6

Abilities: Fearless

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Jealousy. An awful piece of emotion that was often accompanied by others such as anxiety, anger, and ultimately, insecurity. It was the source of innumerable cases of animosity, resentment and decimated relationships.
As long as anyone could remember, jealousy had served as a breeding ground for pain and tragedy, never bringing a soul any measure of fulfillment, nor contentment. And yet, despite everything, it still remained prevalent in everyday life for most everyone, in some form or another.
When faced with the question of why this was the case, there was only one true answer that any novice or scholar on the subject could give; it was simply a part of human nature. No matter the personal beliefs or character of an individual, it would always find a way into their mind and heart at some point. But even still, that individual had a choice. When that seed of jealousy planted itself within a person’s heart, they could choose to nurture it, letting it fester and grow until it morphed into something more, or they could shut it down immediately, not allowing such a wretched thing to have any place within them.

In reality, such was the case with any negative thought or emotion. Without fail, everyone would inevitably experience things like hatred, jealousy, or selfishness. Due to their nature as human beings, it simply could not be helped. That is why the character of a person could not be measured by what they felt, nor the thoughts that flashed across their mind, but by the way they responded to the same.

Marshal was no exception to that unwritten rule. He would be lying to say that there hadn’t been a twinge of displeasure when he had seen the other boy with Melissa. However, he wasn’t the type to foster such an ill-founded feeling, and therefore had quickly disregarded it as baseless and foolish.

Melissa introduced the two of them, revealing the stranger’s name to be August. It was a swell name, Marshal thought, and certainly fitting for the season.
August then gave a wave, called him ‘sir,’ and made off before the blond-haired Gryffindor had the time to respond.
”Good talk!” he called sarcastically at August’s retreating back. ”Thanks for making sure Melissa wasn’t alone while I fumbled with my tie!”
And with that, the other boy was lost to the crowd, leaving his first impression very brief indeed.

Turning back to Melissa, chest puffed out proudly, Marshal said with goofy enthusiasm, ”He called me sir.”
The first-year had never been called such a thing before. He certainly hadn’t ever felt like a ‘sir.’ But his eleven-year old self would relish this moment for some time to come. He felt like a man, though he clearly wasn’t, in body or mind.

Before long, Melissa’s voice cut through his inner musings. Looking into her deep, green eyes, he saw discomfort behind them, matching the anxious tone of her voice.
Concern spread across his own face. ”Is something wrong? Are you okay?”
Glancing around at the numerous faces surrounding them, he took hold of her arm and gently guided her through the moving bodies, uttering the occasional apology or request for passage. As he led her, his mind raced with anxious thoughts. Had she changed her mind after all? Had his being late affected her desire to spend time in his company? Perhaps she was irritated with him, or perhaps his tardiness had made her feel less important than she truly was to him tonight.
If the latter possibility were the case, then he would have to inform her just how much her presence meant to him. Never would he have done anything to make her feel like anything less than his primary focus on this stormy night.
This dratted bow tie, he cursed mentally. It’s ruined everything, just like fancy clothes always do.

In the midst of all these anxious thoughts, he spotted a largely deserted corner of the room, far from the action that was taking place on the dance floor.
”We can talk over here,” he said softly, his voice reflecting none of his inner conflict.

Finally reaching the corner, he turned to his date, a reassuring hand still touching her arm. Not another soul was within ten feet of the pair, giving them sufficient space to talk in relative privacy.
”What’s the matter?” His voice contained a genuine sense of concern, implying that she was safe to share whatever was on her mind. He then smiled lightly in an attempt to lift the mood a bit. ”I know my face is hard to look at for long - my mirror tells me as much every day - but I was rather hoping that the spiffy clothing would help to distract from that. That’s why I spent so long wrestling with this darned bow tie. After all, I don’t want you to suffer too badly.”
He hoped that making light of himself might lift her spirits. It seemed to work quite often.

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[font=PT Sans]Now fan-less, he patiently waited for the Little Moon’s answer to his request and scanned the ballroom once again. For multiple reasons. One of them is to see if Percival had arrived. Hanako might have to see him a bit later than expected if the girl accepted his proposal of vengeance. While he didn’t see a mop of golden locks sticking out from the crowd ( which tended to be an easy thing to notice with the boy’s height ), he did saw a familiar face that happened to glance back to him as well. Little Henry at a masquerade ball? How surprising. Hanako wasn’t on the most peaceful terms with his dorm mate but for a little extra fun, he childishly stuck his tongue out and pulled his cheek down. A rude gesture to the boy who had not done much harm but excepted from the Japanese boy.

Now filled with a little more fun, he returned back his focus to the Little moon, who had now folded her arms with newfound determination. As if she had made up her mind. His mind had wandered so he was not entirely sure what she said before but he assumed she had agreed. Just as a sweet grin was about to be plastered on his face, they immediately fell down the second he heard the word ‘ date ‘.

Eh?

Date?

E H ?!?

HER DATE?!?!?

The displeased face she wore was immediately mirrored back with Hanako’s own mortified face. “ H- hey wait a minute- “

"But! You aren't allowed to hold my hand at all or do that scary whisper thing, okay? My name is Martyna and I'm in Hufflepuff. Remember that. Now we gotta go find her."

Hanako, stunned and empty-handed, had just enough mental energy to gape at her as he watched her make way into the bustling crowd. For a second he wondered why this kept happening to him. The second was how much he really didn’t care about her name. Little Moon would always be Little Moon. Third, he remembered his current misfortune. It started with him just wanting to have a little fun only to backfire with the one thing he hated the most next to cats? D a t e s ? Against his will?! AGAIN?!? First was the Russian dim sum student Slava and now a literal walking moon with reactions mimicking a 7-year-old? Was this god’s way of telling him to date someone? To hell with that! His stuff keeps getting stolen as well! First the sausage and now Paper Bag Chan and his fan?!? How was he going to whack people if- I mean - kindly charm them with its mesmerizing silk texture without it?

Just like that, his mood returned to a similar state as to when he just entered the ball. Where his eyes landed on that dratted ghost cat for the first time. He went on into the direction he saw a big moon costume walking about, which was quite easy to find because..reasons.

“ Hai, hello? Mary? “ he called out as he trailed behind her. “ Yea, hey. I know I suggested it and all and I love that you’re seeing things my way but let’s just slow down a bit- yeah?” he nervously grinned, seemingly starting to get tired from all the walking. “ Hahh.. soo anyway- right. I don’t do dates. Capiche? I’m more experienced with other things. Tripping her? Cool, that’s fine. Spill drinks? One of my best skills. Seriously, anything is better than me being your date, c’mon! “ he pleaded, desperate to stop being someone’s date for another second. While he tried to sound chill and cool while he worked out his ‘ suggestions’, it was clear that he was quite distressed at the thought of being someone’s date. Even if it’s fake and something he never seemed to have a say in.
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Abilities Perfectionist + Parseltongue

Open/Closed for chit chat

「Stamina = 5 」「 Strength = 3 」「A.Power = 8 」「Accuracy = 9」 「Evasion = 6」 「Wisdom = 4 」

Actions : Trying not to be someone's date
Mentions : @Henry Knight @Ruby Cazares's NPC
Interacting : @Martyna Romero

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Interactions: [open]| @Nico Shymane | @Erin Ryan Mentions: @Breana Oliveire | @Quinn Healey

Jay confusingly looked at the girl in the teal suit as she stuttered and yanked her eight foot all friend aside, they barely understood what she said, something along the lines of 'excuse me for a sec, thanks'... that wasn't exactly a rejection, right? All Jay wanted was to dance with someone and laugh and forget about everything else. They placed a hand on their rapier, one finger tapping to the lovely music playing, just then the pretty red haired girl spoke to them. Jay went back into focus, their face slightly reddish, her voice was familiar. It was unmistakably the same girl as from the last masquerade, what a coincidence... Perhaps they were just wrong, but then she called them by Jane this meant that they had both met before. But where?

It then clicked. In the beginning of their second year they had gotten stuck on the moving stairs along with her, they remembered how stupidly they acted then. She was even more beautiful than the first time they met. Was she really the same girl as from the masquerade? perhaps they would ask her later, it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Um, yeah it's b-been a while, i'm doing quite w-well, thank y-you," they had lied, which was for the best, right now they just wanted to forget about their worries. Jays date was taken by someone else, again, and they needed to forget all of that. They missed Lily Gray, she would save them from such situation, she would probably try to sneak them out to the grounds and sit by the lake and talk about things and laugh like the silly children they were supposed to be. Before Jay could continue the small talk with miss Shymane or turn to the teal suit girl for her answer a new situation had taken place.

It seemed like the half giant, Quinn was his name? had gotten into a to-be fight with a girl, dumb jokes filled their mind, wow seems like mr tall guy in a fancy suit has some crazy ex's... ha... but those thoughts soon turned into pure annoyance. Jay Victoria, the melancholy green-haired Zorro just wanted to have a nice happy darn dance with someone that hopefully wouldn't reject them.

In the name of Grindelwald... Jay raised an eyebrow as Nico attempted to cast flipendo against the other girl, now they felt a mixture of annoyance and amusement. No, they weren't going to walk away, and no, they were not going to stand there, they were going to try to help bring things back to normal so that they could have a fun and lovely night. Without another word Jay put themself between the two angrily and said,

"Are you guys bloody mad? Attacking during a dance, the doors right there ya know," they said, giving the girl who started this an ugly glare. Where the heck were the teachers?

Actions:Attempts to use reasoning to stop fight

Stats

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The Martial Artist
Stamina: 2
Evasion: 6
Strength: 9
Wisdom: 6
ArcPower: 9
Accuracy: 8

𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑟é 𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒

Open for Interactions!
[But please owl me first if you would like to interact]

Interacting With: @Lucia Fox @Scarlett Aden @Lily Cawthi

Mentioning: N/A
Hex Code: #191970

Action Chatting

With a tone of voice. An oddity to what André usually used. He asked the question. But the eyes of André quickly caught the Scarlett girl. He watched while pretending to pay attention. As scurried off to go tell off Lucia's family friend. Seemingly quite proud of what she'd done, she began making her way back to the group.Giving André enough time to hastily listen to the last bit of Lucia's answer.

Scarlett's threats. Weren't good enough, even for André. While they were still empty threats. They wouldn't be good enough to get André to stop saying something much less worse. Didn't she have anything better to say? No pureblood would be scared of that. Threaten to turn her into a squib and you might get somewhere.

"-would jump in them and get completely covered." André heard Lucia say as Scarlett had finally got back over. André nodded. He assumed she was talking about jumping into piles of leaves. "I used to help my neighbors rake up leaves in piles for their younger kids to play in. The children were sweet. The mess after. Was not" He said. It was partially a lie. André used to help elderly neighbors rake of leaves to get on their good side. André didn't like younger children. He personally thought they were very evil creatures. But to each their own.

André turned back to the question Scarlett had asked only minutes before. Something about what his name was. He'd already introduced himself. So he assumed she wanted his full name. "André Alarie" He said simply his french accent exaggerating his name just the slightest bit. "Charmed, I'm sure" He said. André also personally thought this English phrase sounded nice rolling off the tongue. "My parents didn't want to give me the burden of a name as long as some others, Miss Scarlett" André answered. André assumed anybody who wasn't pureblooded just had a normal name. Not the long over exaggerated André had grown a dislike for.

André liked the shortness of his name. Simple. And enough to get the point across without overdoing it. André had also heard people say you grow to fit your name. But he didn't see it. While sure, the name fit him. The meaning did not. It meant 'manly and strong, courageous and warrior'. He was none. Simply just wearing as the person who did fit such a name. André let his eyes explore the room once more as he kept active in the conversation. André had only realized it now but. This place was nice. Too nice. Something was up with it.

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Stats: Stamina ~ 6 Evasion ~ 5 Strength ~ 6 Wisdom ~ 8 Arcane Power ~ 7 Accuracy ~ 8
Abilities: Perfectionist ~ Charmer
^Charmer is in effect

[font=Monotype Corsiva]Roleplaying as iNPC Enzo Delcroix
When speaking in English uses: This Colour
When in French uses: This colour plus Italics & Bold
Interacting with: @Lana Monet
Mentioning: N/A
~ Open to brief Interactions - But owl first (: ~
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Enzo continuously was putting effort to be graceful on his feet, so much to the point where he was completely oblivious to the fact that his partner was having similar struggles.

"No no. Leaving will not be necessary unless you feel as if you are unable to keep up with my wonderful dancing skills" He replied as seriously as he could, though his mouth threatened to crack into a tiny uncharacteristic smile at his own comment.
He found it rather comical that he was there, doing something that his parents pressured him to do, and yet he was not hating it,, that much at least.

"Don't take it too personal. I tend to especially dislike the people my parents approve of” The french boy responded truthfully with a small shrug. Enzo had formed his opinions on the girl in front of him long before they had even met, and he was certain that she had known this since he neglected to ever hide it. For the short period of time that he knew her, he refused to see her in a different light because he was positive that he got her all figured out, and so he really wouldn’t be surprised if she had done the same to him but now that he thought about it, did he actually have a good reason to hate her as much as he had made it seem?
"But the feeling is mutual, is it not?"