The Fall Ball (Masquerade)
Lily speaking in English Lily speaking in Welsh Others speakingInteracting with @Lucia Fox, @Scarlett Aden and @Alec Mason as Andre Alarie"Lily, Andre, you coming? Because we're going to go right now-" Scarlett said, but Lily knew exactly what to do without having to think about it."I'm coming. I'll probably be useless since I know absolutely no spells, but I'll try to help in any way I can." Unfortunately, it was true. Lily still couldn't do any spells, even after however long she has been at Hogwarts. Lily loved reading stories about this, but had never been in one herself. To be honest, she was nervous. Very nervous.
Despite the fact that Scarlett and Lucia already seemed to be friends, they included her. They actually wanted her to be a part of this with them.
Soon, Scarlett and Lucia started to run off, so Lily followed them, unsure if they heard what she said. "So, what's the plan?" She asked them. It was clear they hadn't heard, and they ran off towards the action together. Lily knew she'd probably be useless, but she didn't care. She was used to the sort, but this was different. And she liked it.Banner by Lucia Fox
[font=playlist script]Lily Rowenna Cawthi[/font]
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Interacting with @Jane Victoria
Mentioning @Quinn Healy, @Nico Shymane, and @Erin Ryan
Who knew just asking her tall friend for a simple question is more taxing for Breana than she thought? As soon as she was tugging Quinn's sleeve, a domino effect of unfortunate events started toppling on top of one another. First was the unexpected blonde-haired fellow student walking straight up to punch Quinn. For what reason? Breana has absolutely no idea. As she was about to react to the onslaught that befallen her half-giant comrade, Nico stepped in with a Flippendo straight at the girl... Erin, she called her? So they must've known each other then? The entire scenario gave the little girl more questions than answers, forcing her to step away from the skirmish that's slowly unfolding. This was literally the last thing she wanted to deal with in the ball. Besides, Nico and Quinn are older and bigger than her. Surely, they can handle this... Right?
Unfortunately for the young Ravenclaw, her avoidance of any conflict was futile. After a few minutes of peace (and maybe a bit of dusting off from the bout), She was practically tackled to the ground by some sort of unknown force. "GAH--" She yelped, falling face-first unto the ground. Thankfully, her mask broke her fall... somewhat. At the very least, it merely gave the girl a minor bruise. "Ugh... for fudge's sake..." She muttered, slowly getting up. For some reason, she felt her weight was oddly lighter than usual. Breana later realized that something was missing from her attire-- Her large cape. "... SUGAR." She grunted. She's usually not the violent type, but it did take her almost a week to create the ensemble of her outfit. Some (figurative) heads will roll for this.
Before that, however, she turned to the mysterious figure that asked her for a dance. "Uh... Hey, Jay, right?" She asked before continuing. "Listen, I, uh... I need to go. Some fudgestick just stole my cape for some reason." Breana said, closing her eyes as she realized the absurdity of the sentence. "Honestly, I'd love a dance, but I wanna deal with this first. Maybe a raincheck on the dance later?" Before the Zorro-like student could respond, Breana started to sprint, thankful that she chose to wear pants to this ball. Now to find that cape-clutching culprit.
Action
Attempt to find the cape snatcher.
Stats:
Stamina 4 | Evasion 4 | Strength 3 | Wisdom 9 | Arc Power 6 | Accuracy 9
Health: 525/600
Ball Outfit:
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BB Color Code: #222f5b
Stamina 6 | Evasion 5 | Strength 3 | Wisdom 10 | Arc Power 7 | Accuracy 9
Stamina 6 | Evasion 5 | Strength 3 | Wisdom 10 | Arc Power 7 | Accuracy 9
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Interaction(s): Florian LeRoy (@Starlee Kennedy) and Fyodor Prior (@Lana Monet)
Action: just talking and waiting!
Mention(s): Verena Marigold (@Caelan Stewart), Emile LeDoux (@Elizabeth Isaacs), Charles Alluring (@Henry Knight), and Jacqueline Levant (@Allie Lewis)
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Verena seemed to take her sweet time just to take two glasses of drink, or report what kind of drinks are served in this school. Just as Rosamund about to call her, Florian volunteered to do so. Promising that he would not be long, the youngest LeRoy son left his chair. Before he walked too far though, Rosamund called to him, "Promise that you really won't be long! I don't come to this ball to keep on waiting for things! First my drink, and then my dance!"
Not very long after Florian left, a boy shouted from across the room. She recognised him as the boy Florian said flirting with every girl in the courtyard when the students from Beauxbatons arrived at Hogwarts. Rosa could not help but wonder which girl he tried to flirt with this time. She did flirt with him during the arrival, she could not deny it, but if he did not consider her above other girls then there was also nothing interesting about him. Thus she decided to pay him no attention this time. If he wanted, he himself could come over her table and not shouting like Tarzan the way he had just done.
However, it was another boy who came. In contrast with the loud red-haired boy, this student was dark-haired. However, Rosamund thought both of them were equally unattractive. This boy asked for a dance, and the French girl very much wanted to laugh and said, "What makes you think you're good enough for that?"
Before she did it, though, something crossed her mind. She would have a dance anyway, right? And people would see that she was the most gorgeous, charming, and popular girl in the room that everybody wanted to dance with her! It would be much better if he got Florian jealous; that classmate of hers would certainly return in a flash, and the two would fight for her like two suitors fought for the hand of a beautiful princess.
So instead of laughing at the pale boy's face as she had intended to do at first place, the Caucasian girl held her head in such a graceful but authoritative movement. "I do believe that an introduction is necessary before we dance, Sir," she said aristocratically. "It is not very proper for a nice lady to dance with a gentleman whose name she does not even know."
Not very long after Florian left, a boy shouted from across the room. She recognised him as the boy Florian said flirting with every girl in the courtyard when the students from Beauxbatons arrived at Hogwarts. Rosa could not help but wonder which girl he tried to flirt with this time. She did flirt with him during the arrival, she could not deny it, but if he did not consider her above other girls then there was also nothing interesting about him. Thus she decided to pay him no attention this time. If he wanted, he himself could come over her table and not shouting like Tarzan the way he had just done.
However, it was another boy who came. In contrast with the loud red-haired boy, this student was dark-haired. However, Rosamund thought both of them were equally unattractive. This boy asked for a dance, and the French girl very much wanted to laugh and said, "What makes you think you're good enough for that?"
Before she did it, though, something crossed her mind. She would have a dance anyway, right? And people would see that she was the most gorgeous, charming, and popular girl in the room that everybody wanted to dance with her! It would be much better if he got Florian jealous; that classmate of hers would certainly return in a flash, and the two would fight for her like two suitors fought for the hand of a beautiful princess.
So instead of laughing at the pale boy's face as she had intended to do at first place, the Caucasian girl held her head in such a graceful but authoritative movement. "I do believe that an introduction is necessary before we dance, Sir," she said aristocratically. "It is not very proper for a nice lady to dance with a gentleman whose name she does not even know."
Stats:
sta 4 ♕ eva 5 ♕ str 1 ♕ wis 9 ♕ arc 8 ♕ acc 8
Ability:
Lovely Creature
The Fall Ball (Masquerade)
@Margo White Svitania Sykora
Ash's eyes traveled around the entrance of the ballroom, searching for Vita. Not long later, a girl dressed in blue came into the room. Ash recognized her because of the long bushy brown hair that (to his eyes) could be spotted anywhere. But it was actually hard to believe it was her, for the way she was dressed was not- it wasn't something Vita would wear normally. Well, yes, Ash wouldn't wear the outfit he had brought to the masquerade normally, but yet again....
Ash smiled as he watched Vita roll up her sleeves, making his trance drop suddenly. "Hello Vita" he said, bowing slightly. "You look nice." she said simply. If possible, Ash's smile grew wider. He knew Vita wouldn't have judged him by the way he had dressed that night, but he did like to be complimented once in a while. "So do you."
Looping his arm with Vita's, he proceeded to walk through the ballroom, with her. It was a odd sensation to Ash. It was excitement, something that wasn't allowed in the Andwiltz household. "So, food or dance? dance? "Dance, I think" he said, again in Russian (he didn't want to be overheard by English or French folks, and his English wasn't good. He preferred Norweigan, but he was following Vita's lead). ". I think it is better, because of...er....stomach. You don't want to dance after eating because..." Because? Because he was going to puke in the middle of the dance floor, a mixture of éclair' sand drink all spilled and a laughing stock made of himself. Yuck.
Bowing, again, he took Vita's hand and lead her where the others were dancing.
"Maybe we should go to that hunt later," he told her. "I think it could be fun, don't you think? I don't exacly fancy being stuck in a ballroom with this much people, talking about...about what?". He did like to dance, especially with Vita, but he also wanted to have fun. With her.
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Howard glared at the the other boy as his blood began to boil. His fists clenched at his side and he gritted his teeth as fangs plunged from the gum line. The insult was clearly directed towards Howard’s Dhampirism and it was something that stocked a rage that could not be contained. Who was he to think himself superior. Howard hadn’t asked for this, but even if he had been born this way he would be proud of what he was. This intolerance was something that he could not abide and this kid was about to pay hell for it.Interaction: @Falentra Black
As Falentra came to his side there would be a brief moment where he wanted to just turn away from his opponent, scoop her up and plant one on her right then and there. Her unyielding support for him was something he cherished, but as her words of anger met his ears it would be all the encouragement he would need. “Not a freakin’ chance! Your goin’ down ya...” A series of expletives would escape Howard’s lips as he cocked back his fist and began to take a step forward to put his weight behind the blow.
SMASH
No, it was not the sound of fist meeting face, but the sound of shattering glass burst through the Ballroom. It would stop Howard mid punch as he couldn’t help but look for the disturbance. His eyes would flick back and forth between the ghostly apparition and his target. The rage in him begged to be unleashed but the daunting words of the spirit were hard to ignore. It would be then that he would feel Falentra’s hand on his arm as she urged him away. She was right, this loser wasn’t worth it. “It’s your lucky day punk. I see you again and your a dead man.” Howard threatened before he moved away with Fal.
As she spoke of a glowing cat his eyes would just catch it as it scurried away. It’s presence along with the words of the ghost did peak his interest. Not to mention his adrenaline was peaking and any excuse to get into some trouble was fine by him. “Yeah, let’s see where it’s goin’. Aurelia can handle herself. C’mon, let’s go.” With that Howard would follow Falentra out of the Ballroom.
Action: Leaves the Ball to enter the Hunt.
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Open to Interactions
Roleplaying as: Paisley Brown
Interacting with: @Allie Lewis @Sarah Lightwood
Action: Not finishing a whole sentence almost her entire turn speaking
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Paisley just shook her head, cracking a large smile at Sarah's joke. "Sure...we'll see about that." she said. They danced for a few moments longer until Allie approached.
To the young Gryffindor's surprise, Sarah offered a large bear hug to Allie. Goodness, a part of me is wondering if this is just some wierd, twisted dream. No one is the same tonight. "Are you coming with anyone tonight, Allie? I came with Sarah, although that seems obvious." she said, giving a lighthearted laugh. Sweat trickled down her neck as she hoped this went well. She wasn't any stranger to girls, and they could get really, really jealous about friends rather quickly. She wanted none of that here, for it was one of the many reasons she had hated muggle school.
"So we could, uhm, actually, nevermind." she was going to propose they dance, but then realized that she knew no three person dances. They would have to dance alone, or not at all. Paisley leapt out of the way of two twirling students whom she didn't see the faces of as they narrowly missed the three. "That was close." she muttered, casting a glare back at the dances. She ten spoke grimly. "The dance floor is a-" she burst into giggles before she could finish her sentence. "Rough, rough place." she was laughing for a few moments longer, and then turned to Allie. "So, do you have any dance experience?" she asked her.
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Open to Interactions
Roleplaying as: August Henry
Interacting with: @Lydia Cooper
Action: Being poetic
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"Tiring indeed. My youngest siblings are, wild, really, but my older siblings seem to think I'm a bigger nuisance to them." he winked. "Indeed. I do love abstract, because you can do something complely terrible and still say it looks great. It's also calming, watching the brush move where it'd like. It almost feels as if I'm not in control." he explained, and then listened as Lydia spoke. The sound of her voice was beautiful, almost as much as her eyes. He felt himself have a feeling he had never experienced, and not just because of Lydia's stunning eyes. She seemed smart, kind, and he had the creeping sensation that he was falling in 'like', for he was only 11, almost 12, and could not love at his small age, and he was well aware.
"Music is a wonderful thing to be good at. It's the language of people, completely disregarding race or gender or anything else. Everyone can understand music, which is a wonderful thing. It's almost as if you're learning a new language." said August poetically, and realized afterwords he had said the same words over and over again. Goodness, Henry! What are you doing?
"Ohh..." August opened his mouth to say more, but Lydia changed the subject quickly. "I'm August." he said halfheartedly, no longer as cheerful as before. He had said something to upset Lydia, and he barely knew her yet. The thought sent guilt. "August Henry, what's your name?" he paused, thinking for a few moments. "I didn't come up to dance with you just because of how you looked." he said after a long break of silence. "In fact, I didn't even realize how amazing you looked until after the twirl. I just...thought you'd like a friend." he sighed. "I think you have an awfully divine personality, really."
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Open to Interactions
Roleplaying as: Paisley Brown
Interacting with: @Allie Lewis @Sarah Lightwood
Action: Not finishing a whole sentence almost her entire turn speaking
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Paisley just shook her head, cracking a large smile at Sarah's joke. "Sure...we'll see about that." she said. They danced for a few moments longer until Allie approached.
To the young Gryffindor's surprise, Sarah offered a large bear hug to Allie. Goodness, a part of me is wondering if this is just some wierd, twisted dream. No one is the same tonight. "Are you coming with anyone tonight, Allie? I came with Sarah, although that seems obvious." she said, giving a lighthearted laugh. Sweat trickled down her neck as she hoped this went well. She wasn't any stranger to girls, and they could get really, really jealous about friends rather quickly. She wanted none of that here, for it was one of the many reasons she had hated muggle school.
"So we could, uhm, actually, nevermind." she was going to propose they dance, but then realized that she knew no three person dances. They would have to dance alone, or not at all. Paisley leapt out of the way of two twirling students whom she didn't see the faces of as they narrowly missed the three. "That was close." she muttered, casting a glare back at the dances. She ten spoke grimly. "The dance floor is a-" she burst into giggles before she could finish her sentence. "Rough, rough place." she was laughing for a few moments longer, and then turned to Allie. "So, do you have any dance experience?" she asked her.
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Open to Interactions
Roleplaying as: August Henry
Interacting with: @Lydia Cooper
Action: Being poetic
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"Tiring indeed. My youngest siblings are, wild, really, but my older siblings seem to think I'm a bigger nuisance to them." he winked. "Indeed. I do love abstract, because you can do something complely terrible and still say it looks great. It's also calming, watching the brush move where it'd like. It almost feels as if I'm not in control." he explained, and then listened as Lydia spoke. The sound of her voice was beautiful, almost as much as her eyes. He felt himself have a feeling he had never experienced, and not just because of Lydia's stunning eyes. She seemed smart, kind, and he had the creeping sensation that he was falling in 'like', for he was only 11, almost 12, and could not love at his small age, and he was well aware.
"Music is a wonderful thing to be good at. It's the language of people, completely disregarding race or gender or anything else. Everyone can understand music, which is a wonderful thing. It's almost as if you're learning a new language." said August poetically, and realized afterwords he had said the same words over and over again. Goodness, Henry! What are you doing?
"Ohh..." August opened his mouth to say more, but Lydia changed the subject quickly. "I'm August." he said halfheartedly, no longer as cheerful as before. He had said something to upset Lydia, and he barely knew her yet. The thought sent guilt. "August Henry, what's your name?" he paused, thinking for a few moments. "I didn't come up to dance with you just because of how you looked." he said after a long break of silence. "In fact, I didn't even realize how amazing you looked until after the twirl. I just...thought you'd like a friend." he sighed. "I think you have an awfully divine personality, really."
"Making a lark of the misery" - TS
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@Elisabeth Erner
Gregorí and Elisabeth had just arrived at the masquerade when he realized things were not as he had expected just less than five minutes ago. There were people everywhere, even more than the number of them in the costume party, but some were behaving in an equally childish way with all the public-place arguments and fights they must have thought as cool or dramatic - "And so, they think it's worth doing," Gregorí said inside his head disapprovingly.
He looked at Elisabeth, wondering if this would be all right for her. He himself did not particularly enjoy being in a crowd, but he could understand that she was terribly uncomfortable in that situation. On the bright side though, the music here was not so loud like the one played in the costume party - instrumental classic, he was just sure she liked it.
"So..." he tried to speak up. "So many people here. Do you still want to dance? Or do you want to go back to the costume party? Or... do you want to call it a night?"
The pretty girl looked back at him, their dark eyes met. "I'd rather stay and have one dance, please," was her answer.
Gregorí nodded in understanding and smiled gently to calm her. "Okay then. Actually, do you mind to wait while I grab some soda? I see there's some tables there at the corner, you can sit while waiting." The Mexican boy led her to one of the tables and the Belizean girl sat patiently while he got himself some Coca-Cola. Good thing they have Muggle drinks here too.
Suddenly there was a big commotion, a ghost made a dramatic entrance and said out loud that there was a riddle to solve. Some students looked very excited and ready to follow the first clue. Gregorí gulped his soda and came back to Elisabeth. "Do you prefer to dance or try the riddle? I know you like both."
He looked at Elisabeth, wondering if this would be all right for her. He himself did not particularly enjoy being in a crowd, but he could understand that she was terribly uncomfortable in that situation. On the bright side though, the music here was not so loud like the one played in the costume party - instrumental classic, he was just sure she liked it.
"So..." he tried to speak up. "So many people here. Do you still want to dance? Or do you want to go back to the costume party? Or... do you want to call it a night?"
The pretty girl looked back at him, their dark eyes met. "I'd rather stay and have one dance, please," was her answer.
Gregorí nodded in understanding and smiled gently to calm her. "Okay then. Actually, do you mind to wait while I grab some soda? I see there's some tables there at the corner, you can sit while waiting." The Mexican boy led her to one of the tables and the Belizean girl sat patiently while he got himself some Coca-Cola. Good thing they have Muggle drinks here too.
Suddenly there was a big commotion, a ghost made a dramatic entrance and said out loud that there was a riddle to solve. Some students looked very excited and ready to follow the first clue. Gregorí gulped his soda and came back to Elisabeth. "Do you prefer to dance or try the riddle? I know you like both."
For Moderation
Actions: entering the masquerade, drinking some soda, asking Elisabeth Erner if she wants to dance or move to The Hunt
Stats: STA 6, EVA 5, STR 6, WIS 10, ARC 5, ACC 8
Abilities: healing sage, terrible presence
Permission to have Elisabeth Erner prefers to stay at the masquerade and agrees to sit for a while granted by her player.
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Unable and unwilling to find himself a dance partner, Søren wondered if his choice to attend the masquerade ball was the wrong one. Before attending, he couldn’t imagine the costume party being more entertaining than the masked gathering, but he was reconsidering after walking around the ballroom by himself since he entered. Most of his friends were grouped, either with their dates or with each other, talking about useless things. The rest of people he knew were occupied too, with dates of their own or ensuring that the ball went smoothly. Maybe it was the masks that acted like a barrier to him, but Søren didn’t feel like he was in a social mood tonight.
The happenings weren’t all boring, though. A punch was thrown. Two flashes of light, silver and blue, alerted him to spells being casted. Things were popping off, as the muggles say. But nothing could hold Søren’s attention like the ghostly rider who announced his presence in a dramatic fashion. Flashing back to the events of last year, he immediately scanned the room for possible exits. Upon noticing that many of the staff present seemed unfazed, he calmed down and noticed a good number of students making their way out of the ballroom, following the rider and the specter of a feline. Interested and still on edge, Søren decided he would follow them.Action
Leaving the Masquerade Ball to join The HuntAbility: Charmer | Health: 800/800
Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 8 | Wisdom: 6 | ArcPower: 2 | Accuracy: 8
Stamina - 8 | Evasion - 8 | Strength - 8 | Wisdom - 6 | Arcane Power - 2 | Accuracy - 8
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Interacting with | @Zykeal Lane
Open to Interactions, please owl first!
Dee huffed slightly but was smiling still at his teasing, her eyes twinkling with amusement. It wasn't like he'd given her much of a chance to get to know him. "Are you going to run again if I start asking questions?" she retorted, remembering their breakfast during summer camp where it had gone much the same way. "That makes it a little hard to find out things about you, you know." She had never had problems starting conversations, getting people talking, no matter how reluctant they were. If they didn't open up, she just kept talking until they did, even if it was just to shut her up. Literally running from the conversation, however, was a very effective way to prevent getting to know someone, she thought. The light in her eyes said that she was just teasing; she didn't bear any grudges, thought it was funny, really. "Where did you learn to dance, then?"
Her eyes wandered through the Ballroom as they danced, observing the faces around them. It seemed to be going well so far, except for a small commotion in one direction that was punctuated by the flash of light of what looked like spells. A small wrinkle appeared on her forehead, immediately worried - but there was no flicker of fire, and for all she knew, the spells had been innocent, a prank maybe, or someone showing off. She still noted the direction, deciding to check in if it drew more attention.
When Zyk moved his hand from her hip to her back, she looked up at him, quirking her eyebrows in confusion. "Still not what Ileen showed me, but yeah, better, I guess?" His confession that this was his first slow dance earned a bright grin instead. "I'm not that breakable, but I can step on your feet, too, if it makes you feel better." Memories of her recent dancing experiences made her roll her eyes. "You can't be much worse than me, at least, according to some people I've met."
This was much easier than whatever complicated sequence of steps Ileen had tried to teach her last month, and Dee found she was really enjoying herself. Zykeal was being sweet rather than vexing for once, and she managed to only step on his foot once. Entirely by accident, of course. But then the song ended, and another one passed, and at some point, the novelty of dancing was starting to wear off, and Dee could feel the impatience starting to climb up inside her, itching in her fingers, demanding for something different.
She was about to suggest heading off the dance floor when Zykeal beat her to it, and she agreed, pleasantly surprised. She shrugged, her eyes scanning the nearby crowd once more while she let him lead her towards the refreshment table. Something to drink sounded nice. "Seems quiet so far, I don't know," she replied. "Maybe I won't need to step in anywhere. I wanted to dance with my other friends at some point, though." She hadn't spotted Ileen or Aida yet, but she was planning to look for them at some point.
Accepting the drink with a quick smile, she then grinned and twirled around again to let the fringes of her dress fly. "I think we'll be fine," she replied, then shrugged. "People are encouraged to switch locations no matter what they wear, anyway. There's not strict dress code. And what in Merlin's name is Barmbrack?" Her eyes shone with amusement while she tried to mimic his way of pronouncing the word. "Don't tell me it's another odd Irish potato dish."
Picking a drop out of one of the bowls - she knew the ones here were safe, after all, although she was also tempted to try some of the tricky ones at the Costume Party later - she unwrapped it with quick fingers, leaning against the table next to Zykeal. "Favourite sweet? Hmm..." Her eyes were thoughtful. "Not sure. I like chocolate. Ileen and I made chocolate chip cookies in summer, those were great... Not a big fan of Bertie Bott's Beans." She grinned at the memory of the cookies where they had replaced the chocolate chips with the every flavour beans, turning them into a bit of a cookie roulette. Her father had not been a fan of his sock-flavoured one. "How about you? I know you weren't a fan of my fantastic birthday cake, and you pawned off all your jelly slugs on me at the stargazing thing in summer. Your loss, by the way."
Looking around for a rubbish bin in vain - had they forgotten those in their planning? - she finally resorted to sneakily putting the wrapping paper into the pocket of Zykeal's jacket while he was looking another way, apparently scanning the crowd for something or someone, and just grinned cheekily at him if caught in the act. Her dress didn't have pockets, after all, what was she supposed to do?
She was about to ask what he was looking for when the relative peace of the ball was interrupted by the ghost and his horse crashing through the window, and Dee froze, her eyes widening - until she realized the window was unbroken. She looked around thoughtfully while the ghost delivered his speech, then shrugged. This had been more dramatic than expected, but there seemed to be quite a few students drawn in by the mystery and excited to solve it.
"One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar."
The Fall Ball (Masquerade)
Interaction(s): Gregorí Erkens (@Ginevra Tsuchiya)
Action(s): entering the Ballroom, discussing with Gregorí that perhaps they should switch to The Hunt
Other mention(s): -
Honestly, Elisabeth did not know what to answer. Gregorí was right, she found both options appealing. Dancing was one of her favourite pastimes, even her newest acquaintances would know about that. Solving riddles was fun too, for the girl had both strong curiosity (just like most women did, they said) and high intelligence.
But both options also had their drawbacks - although, to be honest, it was one same drawback. It looked like that many people would participate in both. And, Elisabeth hated crowds! She always felt that they were maddening.
Tonight, however, Gregorí was here with her. Sure he was a new friend, but the Hufflepuff felt very comfortable with him, and him being around made her feel safe. The two had clicked instantly and sometimes she wondered if this was how it felt to have an elder sibling.
As the Hispanic-Asian girl considered her answer, she also tried to think things thoroughly from Gregorí's point of view. He did not really enjoy dancing. He was in Horned Serpent, the Ilvermony house that was said to favour the scholars. It was very clear then, Elisabeth was sure he would prefer trying to crack the riddle.
"¿Prefieres resolver el acertijo?" she asked him back. "Suena bien para mí." *)
Translation:
*) Would you prefer to solve the riddle? It sounds good for me. (Spanish)
But both options also had their drawbacks - although, to be honest, it was one same drawback. It looked like that many people would participate in both. And, Elisabeth hated crowds! She always felt that they were maddening.
Tonight, however, Gregorí was here with her. Sure he was a new friend, but the Hufflepuff felt very comfortable with him, and him being around made her feel safe. The two had clicked instantly and sometimes she wondered if this was how it felt to have an elder sibling.
As the Hispanic-Asian girl considered her answer, she also tried to think things thoroughly from Gregorí's point of view. He did not really enjoy dancing. He was in Horned Serpent, the Ilvermony house that was said to favour the scholars. It was very clear then, Elisabeth was sure he would prefer trying to crack the riddle.
"¿Prefieres resolver el acertijo?" she asked him back. "Suena bien para mí." *)
Translation:
*) Would you prefer to solve the riddle? It sounds good for me. (Spanish)
Stats:
sta 4 ♡ eva 5 ♡ str 2 ♡ wis 8 ♡ arc 4 ♡ acc 7
Ability:
Alluring (part-Veela)