Event The Fall Ball (Masquerade)

The music died down for a moment as both she and Ethen looked around the dance floor to the other couples knowing that if the two continued staring at one another it would be impossible to conceal their emotions from one another.

Suddenly the music swelled filling the room once more as the shuffling and personal conversations of their peers were drowned out by a slow romantic song. “I guess no more jigging,” Ethen joked as Atlas responded with a soft nervous chuckle as she felt her new short hair wavering into her face. Quickly tucking it behind her ear, Atlas felt Ethen let go of her hand as he placed both of his around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

Goosebumps coated her arms and back as a chill sent a small shiver throughout her body. She had slow danced with her father plenty of times but never once had her emotions gone this rampant. Following his queue, the young girl placed her arms around his neck as the two gently swayed back and forth.

He's so nervous...ugh you are making him nervous...is my face red? Can he see my cheeks from this mask? He isn't saying anything...you need to say something...NOW.

"Did you know beavers can hold their breath underwater for 45 minutes?"

What--What the hell was that?! Beavers?? BEAVERS! Oh my god..you are forbidden to speak...ever again.

Her eyes wide with confusion, Atlas let out an uneasy chuckle as she painfully gulped puffing out her cheeks to complete her defeated look. Closing her eyes for a moment to try and regain her composure, Atlas tried to pull the sound of the music to the forfront of her mind as she hoped Ethen had been too focused on food to hear her trainwreck of a statement.

"I went to a Father-Daughter Ball like 2 years back and my father had all these impressive moves he was showcasing that put all the other dads to shame. He uhh tried this--" She said as she pulled away from Ethen turning away from him before she spun back towards him til they were face to face once more.

"He did a dip too after one of the spins and like a spinning showboat move but it feels harder in my mind then how he made it look. You are doing really well, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were a dance instructor." Atlas praised meeting her best friend's eyes once more as her heart throbbed in her chest.

ACTION: Slow Dancing and Drowning in Nervousness with Ethen!

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Any godmodding has been agreed upon by both parties i.e. Atlas and Ethen

STATS:
Stamina: 8
Evasion: 8
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 7
Arc. Power: 7
Accuracy: 8

ABILITIES:
Fearless
Effect: Fear effects such as a dhmpir's aura, the ability terrible presence, a lycanothrope's intimidation or certain charms, potions and jinxes that would normally cause a fear effect do not work on you as you are immune to them.

Atlas's Dress and New Hair:

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Interacting with @Atlas Reid

Okay, step...and sway...step...and sway. We got this just don’t smash her foot, Ethen told himself as they moved. He had never danced before but he was trying to occasionally glance to those around them to see what they were doing. It was proving increasingly difficult to focus on anything beyond Atlas, however. The moment she placed her arms were placed around his neck most of his thinking capacity had faded to a husk of its former self. Instead, he poured all of his focus into ignoring his heart pounding and the soft music filling the room.

The longer he went without speaking the more awkward he felt about saying something and every time he focused on her face he couldn’t read her. The mask shrouded most of her usual expressions and he didn’t know if she had been waiting for him to say something. But what? He didn’t know what people said in these situations but he was pretty sure her sudden outburst was not the solution.

Beavers? Since when does she care about beavers? Oh, damn am I supposed to share this interest…. Um she is waiting. Beavers...beavers…. Think, Ethen rattled off in his head trying to figure out how the hell to respond to the girl.

“Oh… that is interesting. um yeah. Beavers. Beavers bite trees, you know? Of course, you know. Yes,” Ethen nodded diverting his eyes from the girl as if he had something else he needed to see. Trees? They bite trees? That was hopeless…

There was no salvaging the beaver conversation it seemed but at least Ethen didn’t have to wait in silent torment for long as Atlas was quick to fill the void. For a moment, Ethen tried to imagine Atlas’ father dancing and broke a quick smile before his eyes widened. Allowing her to take the reins, Ethen watched with an endearing girl slowly separated and spun before returning to him. It was simple enough but he found himself completely and utterly encapsulated by her in that moment.

His brief reverie was ended as she discussed some other moves and believed he vaguely understood what she was referring to. He had seen muggle movies with dancing where the woman would be dipped down. It was fancy and seemed risky but Ethen reminded himself that risk was his middle name...well, it wasn’t actually his middle name and he reminded himself that it was actually Kavarro. But after a short series of stalling reminders he smiled back at his date.

“Thank you. But I don’t know. It kind of seems like you are the professional here. You have been hiding your secret dance skills,” Ethen teased holding her eyes for a moment. The time has come Ethen...should you fail this maneuver… you are on your own, he told himself as he began to build some courage. How hard could the little dip be, he knew he could do it.

As they continued their close dance, Ethen exhaled and began extending his arm to the left as Atlas had done while leading him. Just as before he allowed her to begin a slow spin back towards him. However, quickly he used his free hand to push his mask up and off his face. As Atlas returned to him, he widened his stance some for balance and dipped Altas backward to his right side. He kept the movement slow but deliberate to make sure he didn’t let his date fall. As he held her in the position, he shut off his mind and ignored the hammering of his heart as he dipped his own upper body down and pressed his lips against hers.

He held the kiss for only a short perfect moment before separating and pulling her back to straight standing. Ethen doubted the dim lighting would conceal much of the smile that forced its way across his face as he stood in peering into those ever-familiar enchanting blue eyes. “I am getting the hang of these spins,” he said softly as he continued to smile stupidly at the girl.

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*Permission of any godmoding of Atlas discussed and given by...Atlas*
Action: Doing what is known as a dance with Atlas
Stats:Stamina: 7/ Evasion: 7 / Strength: 5/ Wisdom: 8 / ArcPower: 6 / Accuracy: 7
Abilities:
Keen Eye | Calming Presence

Interacting | @Alec Mason
Mentioning | No one at the moment...
Action(s) | Be nervous, Talk to a random person
Open for interactions! Just owl me first.

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This was not going to be good. As long as nothing weird happens everything was going to be fine. She was still quite new to this magical world and if there were going to be some people who would start shooting hexes at the crowd; she would vow to never come again.

Once she entered the ballroom, she immediately felt sick. Tonight was the day to talk to somebody, to make a friend. That was the point of coming, right? To meet someone, right?

After a few hesitant seconds, she decided the best thing to do at the moment was to probably go slink into the corner and wait until something happens, after debating that for awhile in her head, she decided not to. She decided to go up to a person and at least try and strike up some sort of odd conversation. Even some sort of argument is better than going to a corner and acting as a coward. Wasn't that what an Aires was supposed to do? Not wait for it to happen but instead cause it to happen? Yes.

All of the sudden something clicked and she seemed to wake up, focusing on what was happening not on anything else, which was obviously where she was but she won't admit it. Not thinking, obviously, she had walked over somewhere and decided to start a conversation, "Hey," Did those words just come out of her mouth before she could think about it!? Realizing who she was talking to, she made a little smile and waived her hand slightly.

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Stats:
Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 7 | Wisdom: 8 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 8

Interacting With: @Ethen Emrys

Letting Ethen retake the lead, Atlas gently followed his arm as she spun away from him, a smile escaping her lips as she was relieved her random animal fact had not thrown him too off-kilter. Slowly spinning back to him, Atlas could feel her heart leap in her chest as she was guided down into a dip followed quickly by the feel of Ethen's lips on hers.

The million thoughts running through her mind washed away like waves on the beach as her whole mind went blank. The only sign that told her she was still awake was the tingling sensation coating her lips. Gently removing one of her hands from around Ethen's neck, Atlas placed her free hand on his cheek. She had never kissed anyone before and she had no idea if she was doing it right or even what exactly she was supposed to be doing but none of that mattered.

Feeling him gently pull away from her and guide her to her feet, Atlas stood for a moment as her mind tried to wake back up. She knew she had the dumbest smile screaming across her face but as she looked up to see Ethen mirroring her emotions she couldn't help but laugh before stiffling it with a bite to her lip as she darted her eyes to the corner of the ceiling.

Opening her mouth to reply, Atlas could not find any words as she gently ran her finger over her still tingling lips. "Uh--yes you really have a natural talent for spins." She replied bashfully as she made a quick look to those on the dance floor making sure no one was staring at them.

Trying to relax once more, Atlas felt her smile spring back into action like a rubber band. Feeling some of her jumbled thoughts organize, Atlas only felt it right to be honest with Ethen as he had so bravely been with her so before her mind could go blank once more she quickly spoke up.

"Ethen. I like you a lot. You are my best friend and have been for years now but I confess that my feelings have only grown since we almost died in the basement last year. I don't want our friendship to be damaged but the logical part of my brain tells me it never will. So I'm letting you know that I like you. You inviting me to this masquerade, and the cookies and the uh kiss, make it seem that you feel the same way so yeah--my word vomit is a little much right now but I am so lucky to have you in my life, Ethen. And I uhh hope this night starts a new chapter in our wacky and weird relationship. So yeah...yeah."

Staring at Ethen, Atlas had no idea where to go from here as she gently reached down, interlocking her fingers in his as she felt each long exhale escape her lips staring into his warm and inviting eyes.

Regardless of what happened tonight, she would never forget this evening. Ethen had kissed her and that meant the world to her. Were they boyfriend and girlfriend now? Time would tell but nothing would be able to rip this grin off her face. Tonight she was a princess and Ethen, the prince her father always said she deserved.

ACTION: Experiencing her first kiss!

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Any godmodding has been agreed upon by both parties i.e. Atlas and Ethen

STATS:
Stamina: 8
Evasion: 8
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 7
Arc. Power: 7
Accuracy: 8

ABILITIES:
Fearless
Effect: Fear effects such as a dhmpir's aura, the ability terrible presence, a lycanothrope's intimidation or certain charms, potions and jinxes that would normally cause a fear effect do not work on you as you are immune to them.

Atlas's Dress and New Hair:

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Interacting with @Kara Capricorn and @Heather Blair Moretti
Open to other Interaction

Piper wasn't quite sure how to feel. Kara led her toward the center of the ballroom, showing her where to place her hands. Disney music played in the background - Piper's favorite! Maybe this wouldn't be a total failure after all. But...Sure, she hadn't known what to expect, but...this? Slow dancing? Piper's hands on Kara seemed so foreign. However, there was something oddly fun about dancing with her. She especially liked how Kara actually asked permission before doing anything. This never happened in the Muggle movies. Kara's short hair faded in and out with the light, and her eyes smiled encouragingly. Piper grimaced at herself. No. She was most definitely not noticing how pretty Kara was. Or how stupid she looked in comparison. Nope, the appreciation for Kara's simple but elegant style most certainly did not occur to Piper.

The fun ended, however, when Kara began waltzing. Nooo!! Piper panicked inwardly and thanked the almighty heavens nobody else knew who she was. She decided it might be a nice idea to go die in a hole once she had stepped on Kara's feet twice. "Ouch," Kara muttered. "I'm sorry," Piper said. Ordinarily she would have made this statement out of simple courtesy rather than sincerity, but right now she really meant it. Kara amended this easily with a comment on her first dances with her father.

The music continued playing on and on, and Piper did her best to follow Kara's lead, going in circles this time. She still kept tripping (why, oh why had she made the skirt so long?), but she could at least feel some improvement. This was just like a ball in her fairy tale book - so grown-up. Not that she'd ever say something that stupid aloud. "You know, your eyes are sparkling like sapphires. It's really pretty." Piper was infinitely glad she had a mask on, to say the least. Her face turned red with embarrassment. What did one even say to that stuff? Piper had the feeling she was supposed to respond back with a different compliment, but none came to mind right away. "I..you...uh. I like your hair." she managed magnificently, before she was saved by a girl twirling by. Or not.

“Kara! It’s me, Heather,” The girl said. Piper was surprised at how much the girl - Heather - reminded her of herself in looks. She was blonde, and blue eyes peered from beneath an ornate golden mask. She twirled away though, obviously put off by the fact that Piper and Kara were preoccupied dancing. That had to be Heather, who Kara had mentioned! Pleased with herself for deducing this, Piper asked, "So that's Heather, right?" Just to be sure. "And uh...thanks for showing me how to dance...are you wanting to find Heather? I don't mind hanging back if you want to go with her."

Piper surprised herself. She didn't usually care what others did. But part of her wanted Kara to stay. The other part wanted to make her go to Heather so that Piper could finally start digging her own grave. She imagined the headstone now: RIP PIPER CLARK. TRAGICALLY PERISHED IN A TERRIBLE STATE OF AWKWARDNESS. "I mean..otherwise I don't mind talking more. I think." Congratulations, she thought. You formed a barely-passable-as-cohesive-sentence. Possibly she was overthinking this, but didn't everyone? She hadn't really had many friendly acquaintances before (much less magical), and all this was a first. But maybe Kara would accept. And if not, honestly the food table was looking good right now, with or without company. These boots were downright painful.

Action: Very awkwardly asking if Kara would like to continue talking and/or dancing

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Stats:
Stamina: 6 || Evasion: 5 || Strength: 4 || Wisdom: 8 || ArcPower: 6 || Accuracy: 6

Again, I'm so sorry I took so long.

Interacting with @Hanako Tone & @Starlee Kennedy | Closed to further interactions
Mentioning @Elizabeth Isaacs
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Tina held the fan over the lower half of her face (or rather, paper bag mask), spread open just like Hanako had done before, albeit more clumsily. Her eyes scanned the room as far as they could - it was quite hard when her vision was so narrowly tunnelled - and she slinked in between people, weaving through the crowds at an alarming pace. It was shocking how agile she could be, even with her rotund moon costume grazing the backs of dancers as she went. Hanako seemed to think so too, as he was struggling to keep up with her, calling out as he went.

Slow down, he'd said. Like hell, she thought, especially now that he'd called her Mary. Did she look like a Mary? No. If this was something he'd done on purpose as a means of aggravating the Hufflepuff, she didn't realise, letting out a huff of frustration at his incompetence. Not only was he annoying, but he was useless too. These wicked thoughts weren't typical of a girl like Tina, but tonight they were growing increasingly common. Usually, she would have been delighted at the prospect of being in a place like this, with a boy who was her 'date', at least on paper, but right now it seemed as though she'd picked the worst bachelor possible. Moreover, she just wasn't in the mood. The mission was make Starlee miserable, not have a good time.

When Hanako started suggesting other 'pranks', Tina couldn't hold back anymore. She stopped dead in her tracks, most likely allowing the boy to nearly run into her as she did so with the momentum they'd built whilst walking. She whipped around, moon costume thwacking the backs as she did so, staring up at him with a gobsmacked expression. Clearly, he was losing his mind.

"Trip her up? Spill her drink?" Tina repeated, her passion mounting with every word. He was deranged. "Are you out of your mind?" She put major emphasis on a lot of words here, just as she'd learned to in previous drama lessons at school. Tina was quite the melodramatic, that much was obvious. She shook her head like a disappointed mother. "That's just mean. Also! My name isn't Mary. Mar-tee-nah! It's not that hard." He didn't get the privilege of calling her by her nickname, that was for sure.

This was not going her way. Just when all hope was beginning to seem lost, and Tina was just about ready to abandon this idea, and by extension, this fish boy, altogether, her eyes landed on gold.

There was Starlee, sat all alone at one of the various tables scattered about the room. Whilst her name-sake of a dress may have caught the ballroom's lighting in a way that could only be described as beautiful, and her shoes glittered like the stars, Tina could tell from a distance that she wasn't happy. Not at all. Her neck glowed brightly under the translucent silky collar she wore, and her head was slammed down onto the table. A pang of guilt hit the Hufflepuff's chest when she realised that her friend might be crying, but she shook it off. Now was not the time for feelings. Now was the time for revenge.

"That's her. Come on," Tina hissed, pointing to Starlee and ushering Hanako over to where she was seated at the table. She quickened her pace as she approached, not allowing her heart a chance to insist that she stop and think. Her glittery boots clapped against the ballroom floor, their taps filled with energy, signalling her arrival. She came to a stop.

Poke poke.

Checking over her shoulder to make sure Hanako was behind her, Tina prodded Starlee's shoulder a couple times, until her hands came to rest on her hips, craving in her moon outfit at the sides. She didn't smile. Instead, her face was one of sheer determination.

"Hi Starlee. How'd your night going?" This was a rhetorical question. Tina didn't wait for an answer, instead continuing to speak in a voice that sounded... more collected, than usual. "I got bored of the Costume Party and decided to check out the mask-thingie instead. Pretty nice isn't it?" She glanced around the room, nodding as though she was taking it in for the first time. Then, she turned back to where the girl was sitting, sticking a thumb over her shoulder to indicated to Hanako, wherever he may be in relation to her. "Anyway, this is my date! We decided to go together just before the ball. His name is..."

Oh. She didn't know his name. This was going to be a problem. Tina turned around, hoping that Hanako might jump in and save her at this point. As she did so, however, her eyes caught sight of another girl, dressed in the signature colour of her house, amongst the swarms of dancers. In a small group of well-dressed ladies stood Elizabeth Isaacs, the Queen of Slytherin (in Tina's mind).

Oh no.

All she could do was turn to Hanako and desperately wait for him to interject, ignoring Liz.

Action: Approach Starlee

Stamina 4 • Evasion 7 • Strength 3 • Wisdom 6 • Arcane Power 8 • Accuracy 7
Ability: The Muggle Condition

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The time danced forward. Masks hiding the finer details of each person’s expression, giving a sense that anyone could be hiding their true intentions. For some it was a sanctuary, for others it was a barrier. Regardless, every ball has to break out in some fights, though for the first few hours of the ball, it seemed to remain in the realm of personal quarrels. Name-calling, tripping on purpose, pranks with loud scary noises, and… well, a brawl.

@Erin Ryan had long held a deeply flawed understanding of the darkness lurking in and around Hogwarts. Namely, she was certain that the reigning champion, the Hufflepuff Qudditch captain @Quinn Healy, was a menace, and a child killer! How could anyone that believes such a thing stand idly by while he enjoys the pleasant company of so many refined young women? Erin was refined too, REFINED MUSCLE, and she had trained for this moment all summer.

Quinn wouldn't budge as Erin threw her knuckles out at his jaw like a rock-em sock-em robot. A formidable hit, absorbed by unnaturally tough skin. While he took the hit intentionally, perhaps to prove a point, the lovely ladies beside him couldn't just watch it all happen and do nothing.

Well that was a mess. Santario tried to subdue the part-Veela with a nearly harmless tickling fit, but found herself unable to point a wand at someone so intensely alluring. She was lucky that her strange instincts directed it at her date @Kyle DeRook instead, rather than an innocent bystander (though Kyle was of course arguably still an innocent bystander at this point). He had no reason to think he would be targeted, and was suddenly beset by a tickling feeling all over his body, and would for a while so long as no one rescued him. Poor pup.

Nico was not even half as charmed, the aim of her wand as true as cupid’s arrow, protecting her man. Erin would fly off the chair and tumble away, though for as sturdy as she was, it was really only a minor setback. Quinn would try to put an end to this pointless fighting by using his insane strength to pin her down. Unfortunately for him, he would have to catch her first. Years of paranoia had made her light on her feet, and not even a knockback would make her unprepared to dodge those shovel hands.

@Xailah Alptraum noticed some kind of familiar smell, however faint, and thought her investigation of the ball would benefit from seeking out the smell of roses.

As many of the children had thought to bring flowers to their dates like it was a prom, the room wasn't exactly devoid of floral smells. In fact, one @Marion Davenport had some tantalizing rose oil on her hands as well. Sadly, no matter how distinct the smell of roses was, Xailah could only sit back and enjoy it idly. It certainly existed, and she was right that there was something intimately familiar about it. Perhaps a memory might be sparked in this recognition, but in order to track down the specific sources in such a cesspool of smells, she would need to be a werewolf, or use some magic.

Her eternal companion however, was currently nowhere near her. It's focus had been transfixed on the object of Xailah's brief diversion... @Meenauh Silmataurea. So, what was so special about this girl, that would make the gothic goddess give her so much adoring attention? What does she have that it does not?! Why would Xailah talk to a n y o n e when she already has the undivided attention of such a devoted admirer?

Tiny hands would grab Meenauh's pant and swiftly jerk her leg out from under her.

Meenauh was difficult to catch off-guard, which the creeping creep would learn the hard way. The yank should have had her face planting on the unforgiving stone floor, but she reacted immediately, repositioning as to not lose her balance. Because of her quick reflexes, she had the opportunity to spy the culprit.

The Gryffindor prefect had perfected the art of catching people in the act, and she would spot an inert, motionless doll on the floor in-between the many shuffling feet of the busy dance floor. It would look like a normal, featureless doll that a wayward student dropped. The act would likely trick any of the hundreds of students gathered in the ballroom, but Meenauh was not just anybody. Perhaps the competition for love was more than the admirer had bargained for.

The wayward projectile thrown at @Breana Oliveire had failed to capture her attention, though. As it stood, her pursuer was interested in a few things, such as its lack of Breana-brand merch.

Such a nice, pretty cloak. So cool. Finally, it belonged to the real one. Breana was yanked over, no one in the room having seen the flapping blue of her detachable clothing disappearing under a nearby table.

Alexander Ward (@Lydia Cooper) was too cool to dance. As he had taken the many warnings to be cautious of Hogwarts balls seriously, he scanned the area for anything unusual instead of looking for a date. He wasn't the only one, as @Zykeal Lane peered suspiciously around as well, able to tear his eyes away from Dealla for a brief moment, and @Anastasia Beckett was looking around too, in hopes that the perfect distraction would save her from having to face up to her less-than-appropriate behavior.

Alexander saw a bunch of people having fun while he sat around being paranoid. Zykeal swore he saw something tiny running through the crowd after his prefect nearly wiped out at the doors. Very strange. Anastasia would hear the sound of a horrifying, spooky scream, followed by some strange visible distortion and the occasional glimpse of running feet. If she knew what an invisibility cloak was, she would recognize its usage.

The slow music had its chance, it was time for something more fun and creepy for a while. Most of the attendees were completely unaffected by the quiet undercurrent of dread. This ball was a dream come true, one without chaos and fear. Hopefully nothing else happened...

Actions this round
@Aemadall Zarcovich moved from the Masquerade to the Costume Party.
@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood left the ball, noticed only by Anastasia.
@Alina Rosier moved from the Masquerade to the Costume Party.
@Katherine Labrouder left the ball.
@Melissa Land left the ball.
@Lucia Fox (NPC Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin) moved from the Masquerade to the Costume Party.

OOC Note

From this round onward, I’m going to ask that no one else roll for minor actions while part of a moderated thread, previous instances have been checked and can be left as they are. Feel free to roll privately and describe the results if you want to introduce some element of chance to your actions.

To keep uniformity and clarity you should leave all rolls to the mod, so that they can be held responsible for the outcome and economy of action between players. If you’re wondering whether an idea you have needs a roll, feel free to message me.

[font=Monotype Corsiva]For your consideration[/font]

• There will be a mod post every Friday, meaning the next mod will be on November 6th.
• There are two parties going on simultaneously, the Masquerade in the Ballroom and the Costume Party in the Rehearsal Room. Both are on the fourth floor of Hogwarts, so travelling between the two does not take much time. For ease of moderation, please clearly denote when you are going from one to the other. During moderation, this takes a full action.
• Because changing parties is considered an action, this means you can switch once a week, though that also means you won't be able to take another action until the next mod.
• Actions besides changing parties are any attempt to do something to someone else such as attack, investigate, cast any spell, or generally anything that has a chance to fail depending on your stats. Minor interactions that are agreed upon between two players are free to take as much as you like. If you're unsure whether your intended plan involves an action, you can feel free to message me for clarification.

Roleplaying| Angélique de Clairmont
Interacting| Milo Rehnquist (@Annie Morgan)

“I wanted to honor you; after all, you did ask a French girl to the dance when you probably had the pick of the litter at Durmstrang.” She giggled softly, wondering how he wouldn’t have. The smile that encompassed her face when he took her hand to lead her out onto the dance floor lit up her face brightening her hazel green eyes. She was shorter than him even with her heels on, but that didn’t bother Angel as she wrapped her arms around him.

She laughed softly at his comment on stepping on her foot. “I doubt you will step on my feet. You go to Durmstrang, so naturally, I am sure you are well versed in dancing.” She alluded to assuming he was pureblood, and she silently wondered what he would think about her being a half-blood. “I’m used to parties at my Grandparents. It’s usually mostly adults, and we are told with whom our primary socializing partner will be for the evening. Whether it be to impress for political things, or I don’t even really know what else. We tend to get bored really quickly, so we give our obligated dance or two, and then when the adults stop paying attention, satisfied, we usually slip into the kitchens and then out to the gardens. We usually just sit in the grass with our snacks and talk about anything that isn’t whatever our grandparents and parents were talking about.” She was starting to ramble just a little. “Though I think with you, I could enjoy just about any boring situation.” Long story short, the girl was indeed used to sneaking out of parties that bored her to death, and she was more used to the boys getting bored much faster than she did.

The odd shrill scream like noise made her look around, trying to find the sound source, but she saw nothing; it must have been a planned part of the party to attempt to try and freak out the people there. Though she was not so easily startled as she looked back at Milo and smiled before resting her head against his shoulder.
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Kyle was slightly taken aback by the seeming lack of interest in him, or the ball but that had more to do with him being under the false impression they were actually here for the ball. Sure Erin talked a good game of wanting to come to the ball only to cause trouble, and feed whatever chaos happened and this and that but Kyle assumed that was mostly just that. Talk. A way to ask a boy to be her date to the ball and save face at the same by not seeming to care about all that dance stuff, or worse, romance stuff that came along with going to a ball together. Almost immediately after meeting up she told him to get people away from Quinn before he killed someone and he cocked an eyebrow behind his mask confused as to what exactly she was talking about and he walked after her trying to keep pace. "Starling, I dont thi-" before he could get his sentence out however she reeled back and punched at the same half giant he laid out the last time he came to a ball.

The half giant then went to grab the girl, and kyle rememebred the broken wrist from last time.

"alright you need to back off" he said firmly as he clenched his fists and strode forward to do something about it.

It was at that moment a spell went wide and caught him instead of the intended target. He felt invisible fingers tickling into him, or rather sharply jabbing him in the ribs and armpits over and over causing him to grit his teeth and squirm away from the painful jabbings into his flesh. No laughter would escape his lips as Kyle wasnt ticklish, but the discomfort and annoyance was clear as day on his face he tried futilely to squirm away from the incessant jabbing and prodding into his body like he was being painfully jabbed with sticks. He scanned around and saw a witch aiming a wand and knew thats where it came from but he had bigger concerns right now.

He turned his attention back towards the elephant in the room, or rather the half giant. He strode forward, wincing with each step as he tightened his right hand into a hard fist before he finally got to the half giant. Kyle was thankfully alittle taller this year putting him at 5'10, and while still shorter than the half giant, between his own growing and his training to be a boxer he was getting stronger.

"Hey asshole, remember me?" he then pulled back and threw a hard punch towards @Quinn Healy in an attempt to once again lay him out, and keep him from putting his hands on Erin.

Action: Punching the half giant

Stamina: 10|Evasion: 4|Strength: 15|Wisdom: 2|ArcPower: 5|Accuracy: 4

Obnoxiously Strong: +10% strength

Roleplaying| Santario Martin
Interacting| @Kyle DeRook
Mentioning| @Quinn Healy | @Nico Shymane | @Erin Ryan | @Jake Morris

While Kyle might have been an innocent bystander to most people, they didn’t know that she had a promise to keep to him. So Erin being a walking piece of art, crazy yes, but still art her wand, found herself a more suitable target. The silver light erupted from her wand and struck the boy perfectly. Of course, however, he again went at Quinn even though Quinn started nothing. Just like last October, she would be relentless against him. San owed him for Jake and Quinn, and every other person he decided to torture for no reason. She didn’t care about those that deserved it, but when you torture a boy three times smaller than you for no reason and brush it off like it was nothing, well, she had a promise to keep after all.

Quinn managed to get punched in the face without managing to restrain Erin; hopefully, the half-giant would be more successful next time. Nico cast at Erin brilliantly a streaking blue light managing to hit the blonde Slytherin. “Maybe you should worry more about remembering me.” It wasn’t hard to figure out who he was; after all, he dressed practically the same as he did last year. "This is for Jake as promised!"

Action| Casting Flipendo at Kyle DeRook

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