Event The Fall Ball (Costume Party) Closed

Interacting with: @Caelan Stewart

Interact with: @Medea Darkwaters
Mentions: Henry Knight, Cash Ironwoods, & Alina Rosier

The panic continued to seep into Nick as he couldn't feel the skin on his face. It was such a weird feeling, his senses weren't hindered, nor was it painful. It was just very apparent that his head wasn't a human's head anymore. Medea's voice brought him back to reality which was a relief. He tried to keep just looking at the girl, taking deep breaths and hyper-focusing. It was probably pretty uncomfortable for her, but Nick didn't quite realize the possibility of that at the moment.

Nick's facial expression couldn't externally be changed, it was stuck in a generic shocked Jack-o-Lantern position. If it could, though, he would have the same distressed look the girl in front of him did. "I mean, I had a Cauldron Cake, 'd guess that 'd have this effect with the Pumpkin Pastries." Nick said, knocking on his pumpkin head, "But 'd have to assume they were spiked. Damn, I went tae this specific party, so this stuff wouldn' happen." It would be quite amusing, if he wasn't still in a state of panic.

The potion finally started to wear off after the two of them kind of just panicked for a bit. He could start moving his head better as it shrunk, he could feel his mouth moving again, his eyes blinking, then his nose came back, and he could feel it twitching. Eventually, his face turned back to its original hue, and there was no trace of him being a pumpkin just as Medea's hair fell back down. "Well, that wis an... experience." Nick said as he was still re-familiarizing his face with the ability to move.

Nick went back down to pick his mask up, not having to worry about having a top-heavy pumpkin on his head. The mask's ribbon had broken, but that wasn't anything he would have to worry about. He went to reach for his wand in his sleeve but was stopped by seeing a ghostly apparition by the door of the Rehearsal Room. Upon closer observation, it appeared to be some sort of feline.

The feline was being tailed by a group of students, Nick spotting Cash, Henry, and Alina among them. The cat seemed to be bored with this party already and quickly moved out of the room, along with the band of kids behind him. He turned back to Medea, curiosity already getting the better of him despite it turning his head into a pumpkin tonight already. "There was just like a, uh, ghostly version o' yer animal counterpart," Nick said, trying to land a bad joke, "Seems like a lot o' kids are interested in it, wanna take a gander?" He waited for Medea's response and then walked out of the Rehearsal Room, Medea tagging along was up to her.

Action - Leaving Costume Party to join The Hunt

Angles plucked, Quinn's thought process is a syncopated sound, all soft syllables that sound like humming string-instruments--their Pumpkin mask slides up in bare-eyed wonder--and that same sound warms with a lop-sided smile. Defeat.

'Okay, okay. You win. You are kinda right, I do want to know.'

And they could always come back, right?

With the tacky Pumpkin mask grinning benignly from atop their hair, they greet the newcomer, the boy that just about came from nowhere; like someone washed ashore from a storm. 'Hi!' says Quinn brightly. It's half a wonder they've still the courage without the garish orange face to hide behind.

'You should come with us, Charles.' Us meaning Robert, Calista and them--poor Peri was in the midst of his duties. But come what may, you can be sure he'd hear a full recounting of their adventure later in the Ravenclaw common room. 'We're going to follow the cat.'

Spurred on by Roberts pep talk and a toe-bouncing eagerness to explore, they crow, 'Come on,' to encourage their friends, hemming into the Hunt's crowd with an enthused. 'Let's split!'

You can also be sure there's no shortage of questions as (or before) they tail after the phantasmal cat and students: 'Are you from one of the other schools Charles?' Quinn peppers in. 'Do you think the cat is a ghost or maybe a Patronus? I read patronuses are like ghosts--oh, maybe it's...'

Exit.

Interacting with (Open to interactions) @Callista Lovis @Robert Toukmond @Henry Knight Mentioning @Pericles Dralt ___________________

Actions Leaving the Costume Ball to join the Hunt with Robert + friends (if they want to come too ;;) _____________________________

"Sure, sounds good."

Drew started talking, about nothing, really. Just talking. And talking. Still talking. His mouth was abandoning him! Since when had anyone had a chance to-

Oh, the butterbeer. It had been delicious, but now he was babbling about nothing. Akari's hair shooted out, growing at a rapid pace toward the floor, and, whether it was because of the charms put on them, or if she had one on herself, Jess burst out laughing. Drew pulled them over to where someone was waiting to take the charms off them. "Excuse me, hi, sorry to bother you, but I think something we each ate was enchanted and so could you maybe take off the charms please? I know you must be very talented in the ways of magic, I don't know why, you just look like it, and I can't seem to stop talking, so maybe the butterbeer I drank- Butterbeer is really good by the way, have you had any-"

He was cut off by Pericles' third-year helper, who casted Reparifors on him. Drew grinned. "Thanks, man." Akari's hair was still growing rapidly, and Jess was still laughing, which, unless this was just how Jess was, Drew was sure she had eaten something that had affected her like that.

Action: Dragging Jess and Akari over to @Pericles Dralt's helper, getting his enchantment taken off.

Action: Leaving the costume party for the masquerade (but this post is late and Im already um godmodded into the hunt)

Interactions:
@Robert Toukmond | @Quinn Smith | Charles Alluring
Mentions:
@Henry Knight
-Open to interactions-
Actions:
Going with Quinn and Robert (probably) to the Hunt, saying a hurried goodbye to Charles Alluring Assuming Charles doesn't tag along because PC Henry Knight is participating in the Hunt.

Moderation:

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Stats:
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 8 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 7
Abilities:
Perfectionist

Quinn [Smith]'s thinking got to Callista, and she felt herself hesitating, momentarily distracted from her wand. At Robert [Toukmond]'s words, she was kind of surprised, one because he wasn't laughing anymore, and two because he was convincing Quinn to go. Callista smiled. I've missed this, she thought. Not in a creepy way of course. His speech seemed to dispel any uncertainty in both Quinn and Callista.

Another boy joined them, and Callista was caught on his blue eyes. Those eyes... They looked familiar for some reason. She kind of tuned out, so she startled when Robert said her name. "Er, hi," she said with an uncertain smile. Seeing as both of her companions had asked the new boy - Charles Alluring, he said? - if he was from Hogwarts, Callista saw no need to repeat the question.

Instead, she went with a weirder question. Classic. "Do you by any chance know Henry Knight? Henry, uh..." she trailed off as she remembered that she didn't know his name. "I'm sorry, I don't know his last name. Do you know anyone named Henry?" This is awkward.

"Ah, sorry, we're heading with the others. You're welcome to come as well," she offered. Callista smiled and went after Quinn and Robert, listening to Quinn's chatter with a smile. The previously hesitant Ravenclaw student seemed to have been completely energized by Robert's words.

Callista has left the thread.

Outfit:

Reducio

Soft ringlets

Elegant silver masquerade mask

White Cardigan

Simple silver Circlet

Silver leaves bracelet

Soft blush pink flats

Post Tracker:
X | X | X

Outfit | Hair | Shoes | Mask

As Charles Alluring: INPC

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

Open to interactions
Interacting: @Robert Toukmond | @Quinn Smith | @Callista Lovis | Yefim Rumyantsev _{@Flash Holmwood}
Mentioning: @Pericles Dralt | Valentin "Der Niffler" Schnell _{@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood} | Mikhael Halldorsen _{@Percival Rainwood}
Action: Sucke punching Yefim Rum in the nose, lurking, watching the scene with the Dumstrangs, _{Permission given from Flash to sucker punch Yefim}
For Mods:

Reducio

tats: Stamina: 6| Evasion: 5| Strength: 10| Wisdom: 4| Arcpower: 5| Accuracy: 10| Total: 40
Abilities: Evasion Maneuver, Lovely Creature

It turns out for Charles the ghost cat yet again took his company away as he nodded to each of them, now that he knew their names and a lot more banana jokes from the boy in the banana costume known as Robert. Unfortunately he wouldn't be joining the group as he spoke " I don't think I would be joining you three but it was nice meeting you and I wish you luck on your adventure," before answering their next to questions, " I'm from Dumstrang and no I know no one with that name," a small lie since his cousin was Henry Knight but he only met the kid once and rather not bring it up.

Charles then wander off on his own again as he lean his head on a wall to watch the others. He envoy those with friends, something the boy didn't really have and thought didn't needed. Granted he was invited to that hunt thing a few times but decided against going since he probably wasn't that much help anyway, he wasn't that smart and riddles or puzzles wasn't his strong suit anyway. So he stayed at the party, the party where he didn't belong nor knew how to act.

Eventually Charles saw three boys, three somewhat familiar boy's that was. All three Charles recognized as Dumstrang and two of them he remembered seeing from the broom racing team, he rolled his eyes at the there's attempted of causing trouble. He never understood why Dumstrang was the place where all the unruly and troublemakers went not like he could talk since he was just like them except he chose to mess with fellow Dumstrangs more than anyway else.

Charles never seen the three except maybe in passing at Dumstrang but he didn't care as he watched a blonde haired boy who Charles figured was one of the Hogwarts prefects that his cousin; Colin told him about approach the three and try to prevent their mischief. Charles couldn't help a chuckle at his failure as one of them stuffed a chocolate frog down his costume and to Charles he thought it was a pretty good prank.

Although something else was brewing in the boy, something he didn't know of or what. He usually was all for pranks and messing with people but after talking to Cassie, after revealing his true self and throwing away his 'mask' something about the prank felt wrong to him. He felt sympathetic to the blonde haired boy and looked to see if he was going to fight back or anything. Charles glanced somewhere else at first and decided it wasn't his business and he won't get involved with it or anything but then that feeling came to him again. Guilt? Sympathy? Whatever it was, it was something that Charles couldn't avoid the situation as he tied his mask back around his face before approaching the fellow Dumstrangs and Hogwarts prefect.

Charles approached the boy whom stuffed the chocolate frog down the prefect costume, Yefim, as he threw his right hand clenched tight in a fist back before throwing it forward and sucker punching Yefim in the nose. Charles looked at the boy after as he spoke in Russian " if you want to mess with someone than mess with me," Charles puffed his chest out to the Dumstrang boy he just sucker punched before rounding on the other two and saying again in Russian" same goes for you two if you try anything," Charles looked the blonde haired boy over for a minute but didn't say anything to him as he turned his attention back to the real action of the night; the Dumstrangs.

Semi open to interactions - Owl first (:
Interacting with: @Jess Malters & Andrew Lycan (Played by @Rose Moon)
Mentioning: N/A
Outfit:

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Akari was so certain that something was about to happen to Jess that she hadn't thought for even a second that perhaps the butterbeer would also contain a little surprise.

Surprise was an understatement when Akari felt an extremely weird sensation coming from her head. She glanced around only to see what her hair was shooting out and growing at an extremely quick pace. A small gasp out of shock could be heard from the girl as she stared down at her hair that was already now sweeping the floor. A burst of laughter then snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked up to see Jess cracking up uncontrollably. She was slightly puzzled and watched her for a couple of moments before breaking into a small smile herself. What finally got her to give in and start actually laughing was when she heard Drew chattering on without stop. What a mess they had got themselves into. They had got into this only for innocently wanting to try some butterbeer! Nevertheless, Akari found it hilarious and the fact that Jess was continuously laughing uncontrollably made her want to laugh more.

While still giggling, Akari stumbled after Drew as he led the three of them over to an upperclassman. There were a couple close calls where Akari almost tripped from the unfortunate mixture of hair and her new shoes, but thankfully she managed.

"Could you possibly help me as well?" Akari asked right after Drew. As comical as having that her hair that length, she wanted her normal hair back. Once the elder student cast the spell to fix it, she watched it shrink back to normal and smiled as she looked back up. "Appreciate it, thank you".

Alright, now that the spell was no longer and her drink was finished, she decided that it was time to try and initiate the switch to the other room. She wasn't really sure what Jess was planning to do next and hoped that she would be okay with them changing, but she really wanted to go and check it out.
So, she then turned to look over at Drew and asked.
"Ready to go?"

Action: Also asking @Pericles Dralt's helper to take off the charm

@Bridget Collins | @Percival Rainwood (Mik) | @Flash Holmwood (Yefim)
@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood (Valentin) | @Henry Knight (Charles)

Those silver eyes stared steadily at Yefim until a new figure swept between them.
"And who might you be?" Mikhael lumbered in dripping disdain as if Pericles was the party's disruption. The boy blinked up at him, arched eyebrows unseen beneath his bird-like mask. "If you're looking for a fight I'd be glad to provide that for you, but I'll have to ask you to leave my friends alone." The Durmstrang student slung icy tones while trying to display his size and strength. But as formidable as the older boy might be, his show of growling and swelling up like an angry animal didn't factor into Pericles' problems. He wasn't here to duke it out with temperamental visitors. He was here to keep peace, and by Merlin, he was desperate to establish a safe space for the students. One singular sanctuary in the history of Hogwarts balls. Although Mik's Terrible Presence washed over him, that stare beneath his mask remained stubbornly steely. He had faced true peril, in the forest, in the school, in his own home. He had literally one job to do, and wasn't about to be cowed by some boy in a mask.

"Oh, I'm not looking for a fight." Factual. Composed. Steady on, kid. "I'd prefer the opposite, really: I am the host of this room, so it's my task to keep it peaceful. I wouldn't have bothered your friend if he hadn't already disrupted and drove off one of my guests." Peri had made a point not to look directly at Bridget until she was out of pumpkin guts range, holding their attention as she slipped away from her aggressor. Naturally, the nice way wasn't working easily, and now the boys were bristling at the idea of a lad their age (no, younger) trying to enforce order against them. "If you're set on putting up a fight, we'll simply spend some time together in detention. I can promise you that is equally unappetizing to me as it probably is to you. Unlike your friend, I don't enjoy making others miserable, I enjoy getting along. D'you spose we can give that a try?" The twelve-year-old was doing a bang up job of saving face though the odds were stacked against him. Not only were they larger than him, but numbered three. It was hardly sporting, though he couldn't anticipate fairness from a gaggle of would-be party crashers. On seeing the silver-haired boy starting to swell as well, Pericles carefully considered the two goons vying to frighten him away, wondering aloud with a not so subtle suggestion of cowardice: "In fact, does he really require the both of you to talk with me, or do you think he couldn't manage a conversation on his own?"

The headmaster, in his silly old man antics, elected to ignore those trying to talk with him in favor of flinging a frog at the preoccupied prefect. It slapped into a feathery shoulder, did a fantastic flip in the air, leaving a streak of chocolate in its wake before flopping on the floor. Regrettably, Pericles had been hit with one leaping frog on his way over, and so assumed it to be nothing more than another edible amphibian clumsily jumping into him. Yet Yefim would make sure it was noticed. He grabbed it while Peri had a gab-off with Mik and was abruptly upon the pale boy. For a moment, when he was siezed, Peri's patience flickered in favor of something far less eloquent. He didn't like being manhandled on the best of days. Then he processed what was happening, and rather than fight or shove or shout, he simply allowed it. Yefim deposited the frog. Pericles stood still, frown sagging to one side as if this was tiresome yet inconsequential. The thing squirmed beneath the fabric as he locked attention on the prankster.

The matter-of-fact tone turned to something of an unamused drawl, trying to emphasize his contempt at the other's immaturity. "Maybe you don't get enough attention at home," Peri pried with a sly squint, "so you've decided to try and get it here. It's time for you to l-" The word stuck to his tongue. The sentance went unfinished. Pericles might not have allowed himself to be terrorized by the boys, yet at the sight of a fist sending one for the floor, his eyes snapped wide. He could only watch in horror as Yefim- seemingly in slow motion- fell to the floor. Peri's stomach fell with him. Oh, those tender hopes of enforcing a safe space, of being able to claim the achievement that he had prevented anyone from being punched at a Hogwarts function. Dashed, like Yefim's face, or the chocolate frog melting between his shirt and duelist's doublet. It was hubris to think that he could prevent it. Violence was evidently a staple of school life. His methodology of conflict resolution placed violence low on the list: a little psychological string pluck here and there might do just the trick, as well as not giving the boys the volatile reaction they so craved. Or maybe, with Durmstrang lads, that simply wasn't the case. Maybe Charles Alluring was onto something, and only brute strength would stop the hooligans. Still, the prefect had a difficult time feeling grateful.

"If you want to mess with someone then mess with me."
Pericles swiftly swung his wand down, dispelling the translucent umbrella, only to flick it up again. It was not pointed at the skull-masked loomer, or the silver-haired leerer, nor even the frog-weaponizer on the floor. Pericles' empty palm sprung up towards the trio as if to stave them away, though his wand was aimed at his attempted aid. That expression of dreary diligence was banished by an outright glower. It started at Charles then flicked between all four. As adrenaline sent his heart pitter-pattering, the Ravenclaw's mild voice became cold and cutting, sharpened by a spike of stress. "No one is messing with anyone. If you louts can retrieve your brains from your fists, we can settle this like students instead of trolls. Another twitch from any of you and I send for your professors. I'm sure they'll be tickled to hear how shamefully you've represented your school."