Event Blossom Ball - Underworld

It was that time of year again, the ever eventful ball has finally arrived. Percy wasn't looking forward to it by any means, considering the posters that had been floating around the schools. It was clear the whole thing was going to end up in flames as it always did, through the fault of the students or from other means. Yet, Percy for whatever reason always made the effort to dress up for the occasion.

He got ready as he usually did inside of his dorm room, but something seemed to be different this time. Selim, his estranged dormmate seemed to have actually used the room for once. It was rare that he actually came inside, let alone use the bed itself. Percy himself had no clue what his business was, but it was worth having a chat with him about a few certain things once he got the chance.

It didn't take long for him to get ready and throw himself out the door, making his way down to the courtyard where the ball was being held. The whole theme was to do with mythology, a muggle subject he didn't really care about by the very least. Everyone seemed to be dressed in fancy robes, as well as anything they could get their hands on that could pass as a good garment for the occasion. On the other hand, Percy was in a smart suit, unphased by the immaturity of the people attending the occasion.

The first checkpoint was the underworld, a place where all the attendees gathered before finally heading into the ball itself. Percy looked around as many familiar faces gathered, trying to keep to himself as he touched something small that was in his pocket. Before leaving his dorm he decided to take the last letter Amara sent him before leaving, an unopened gift that Percy had kept close. He could of easily found another girl to go to the ball with this time, but it simply wouldn't be the same "Keep close to me..." Percy said to himself with a whisper as he suddenly walked in the direction of the ball. With the spirit of Amara by his side, there was no way he was going to be alone...

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𝑇𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠* [font=Times New Roman]hades • hecate • orpheus • hermes • persephone • apollo[/font]

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[font=Times New Roman]Anja wasn't usually excited. However, tonight brought with it a sense of mystery and interest for her, and she was eager to see what the fuss was all about. Arriving at the courtyard, she was almost awestruck by the splendour of the festival sprawled over the ground. Only small clues had been evident from the posters put up around school, and while she had derived some information from them, she hadn't been able to research it to a quality she had hoped for.

Anja had gone with something striking for the ball. While most people had probably come dressed in summery, lighter colours, she wasn't about to deviate from her dark style. She'd commissioned a dress in a a lightly Grecian style, to go with the ball, but rather that being a white, all shades of her outfit were grey or black. Her dress was in undulating waves of grey and her shoes were black, adding about three centimetres to her height.

Looking around, she saw some refreshments laid out on a table, and she approached them intending to drink one of the refreshments. She reached her hand towards a glass, then dropped it. During her time at Hogwarts, one thing she surely had learned was that you must never drink something unless you know what it is. Besides, she was a Slytherin and a pistanthrophobic — not trusting people and things was practically ingrained in her mind. She shook herself a little, wondering why she had even thought of drinking the liquid.

Anja turned towards a cavern-like entrance, clocking that it had been dubbed the 'Underworld'. She could hear a murmur of voices coming from it, and briefly wondered what they could be. However, she was more intrigued by 'The Hero Trials'. The chance to be crowned the Queen of the Blossom Ball. This was a chance she simply couldn't pass up on — her ego and pride unwilling to give in. She proceeded towards the trials, murmuring to herself unintelligibly. Before she could enter the trials, however, she hitched up her skirt a little, and looked down at her shoes. Not exactly the most practical. She sighed. She'd gone through worse in much worse footwear — if none at all — so she could do this. Besides, if they became a problem, she'd just take them off.

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Action
Entering trials reluctantly.
Stats and Abilities
's Grace
Stam 4 | Evas 4 | Stren 3 | Wisd 8 | Arc power 8 | Acc 8

Trial links to come!
*Due to situation, trials will not be completed

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Interacting with: @Winnie Harper | @Eden Gardener | @Jack Burnett | @Ruka Burnett-Tân

Amelia listened to Pan tell his tragic love story and the first thought she had was that this boy was doing incredibly well at staying in character, even with all the chaos going on in their unusual group. He had leaned in closer during his story, and Amelia saw Winnie leaning in too. She had to get Winnie to tell her about this newfound crush on Pan when they weren't near him and away from Ruka, who still looked extremely red but had answered her question and claimed that he 'knew what he was doing' with his torch. He even twirled it once, and Amelia had to admit that was quite impressive. She definitely couldn't do it.

"Well, that was actually a really sad story." She laughed, "I do hope you find love soon Pan." She nudged Winnie slightly whenever she said the word 'love'. It seems Amelia shouldn't have bothered with the slight nudge at Winnie, because whenever Pan finished his story, she was already confessing her love for him. She didn't know whether she wanted to drag Winnie away to prevent her from embarrassing herself to the point of no return, or whether she wanted to stay and watch these events unfold. Amelia looked back over at Ruka, and it was actually getting concerning how red he was turning. Despite his increasing redness, he said that he was okay with Winnie and her sticking around, and it seemed that everyone was ready to head into springtime.

Eden looked incredibly happy with Amelia practically spewing compliments at him, and she couldn't help but smile. "Oh, trust me, I have no idea what I'm doing at these events. This is only my second ball ever, and at the Autumn Ball I left halfway through. I'm definitely no expert." Unfortunately, Eden couldn't remember the name of the perfume bottle that he used, but he suggested that if they were to meet again after tonight he would be able to tell her. "Oh, you'll definitely have to tell me. It smells lovely. What house are you in? I'm a Hufflepuff, so if you are that'd be great. I could track you down in the common room." She laughed, everything was going great until Pan decided to stick his horns into the conversation. She turned around abruptly and glared at him, although the threatening image she was trying to portray was ruined by the amusing glint in her eyes. "I don't know why you're making that face," she said, "I just complimented him because I'm a nice person. I'm trying to make new friends, so I will accompany him tonight, if that's okay with him, obviously."

Fortunately, Eden seemed okay with accompanying them into springtime. He even extended his arms out to her and Winnie, which she was not expecting. She didn't expect boys to be such gentlemen. "Woah, you just keep breaking boy stereotypes today. I was convinced the term 'gentleman' died in like the 1900s. Oh and, I'm Amelia. I don't think I ever told you." She smiled, linking her arm with his. She wasn't sure whether Winnie would decide to link arms or if she'd continue drooling over Pan. Her instincts told her it would be the latter. She was half tempted to drag Eden along and start skipping to springtime whilst singing 'We're Off to See the Wizard' from the Wizard of Oz. It was the perfect opportunity with their linked arms, but she resisted.

Instead, she looked around at the group she had found herself with tonight. Would she even consider them friends now, even though they barely knew each other? Would they even talk again after tonight? She hoped they would, because something told her that this ball would not stay quite so normal for long and they'd be in for one hell of a ride. Smiling, she pointed in the direction of springtime and said in a really over-the-top, dramatic voice, "Onward! To springtime!"

Action: Leaving the Underworld to enter Spring with Winnie, Ruka, Eden and Jack.
Stats: Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 6 | ArcPower: 5 | Accuracy: 8
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Interacting: @Gabriella Haworth | @Tory Williamson @Gia Adelard | @Kage Suzuki

A compliment. Hmmm. Rhea had not expected such a thing, especially coming from Haworth, and was rather taken aback. "Thank you," she said stiffly, shifting the helmet to the crook of her other arm. "This-" ─ gesturing at the helmet in question─ "-is my father's. And the chiton is borrowed from a friend of his. Uh, you look... fine as well."

It was evident that their catastrophic introduction was clearly on both of their minds, and it made the air between them thick with tension, so Rhea felt she might as well acknowledge this irritating elephant in the room. The raw flesh on the inside of her cheek was further damaged as she chewed it thoughtfully (a habit) before blurting out: "So, I have to admit that I still hold a grudge from what happened by the lake. If you were wondering why I'm not talking, and are worried that I'm angry or something... it's true, I am." She trailed off, studying something nonexistent─or rather, invisible through the darkness─behind Gabriella's shoulder. Yes, she was being impertinent, and this kind of bluntness would certainly be insufferable coming from anyone else. ("You think you're being clever and funny by pointing this out but really you're just being an obnoxious ass, Tracy.") But seeing Haworth's reaction would be funny, so it was worth it.

However, this sort of social experiment was interrupted when a voice cut across the Underworld, belonging to a basic-looking, mousy-haired girl that Rhea knew was named Tory WIlliamson and disliked instantly. Couldn't snag a date? I'm not surprised, she ridiculed, though Rhea noticed that she herself didn't have anyone accompanying her. Haworth voiced the thought as soon as it crossed her mind, though, so instead of pointing it out Rhea said "Oh, go drown in punch. Nobody actually wants you over here."

Haworth had mentioned attending the ball with a friend, so Rhea was not surprised when another girl (Adelard, right?) appeared seemingly out of nowhere to break up the argument. "Oh, don't worry" Rhea assured her, regarding Williamson's little wave with disgust ah i am so sorry. "She's not ruining my evening. All she is is a forgettable nuisance." Plus, my evening was already miserable in the first place was added to the statement internally, but she would not give this antagonist the satisfaction of admitting it aloud.

Williamson was soon dragged off by yet another Gryffindor first year, a person that Rhea did respect for her brutal and unflinching toughness. Unfortunately she was apparently an ally of Williamson, and even more unfortunately Rhea could not quite remember her name, but it was thankfully supplied as the two exited the scene: Suzuki. Oh, right. "I had hope for you, Suzuki," Rhea called, trying to pack as much disappointment into her voice as possible. Or at least sarcasm. Something impactful.

She then turned back to Haworth, smirking slightly. "Okay, I forgive you."

Action: bickering
Rhea's post tracker: [1][2]

Fearless | Sta 6 • Eva 6 • Str 4 • Wis 8 • ArcP 5 • Acc 6

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Interacting: N/A
Mentioning: @Annie Morgan, Levi Drakos, Matthias Pride
Actions:
Entering the thread, looking for Annie, getting distracted by the kissing

The Blossom Ball.

Since coming to Hogwarts, Callista had only ever been to one ball - the Halloween one - and she had left it for the Hunt. She had agonized endlessly over what to wear and what impression to make at the event. Ever since she had replied to the letter, the first year had been wondering whether it was the right thing to do. Obviously, she would never say no to Annie, but what if something happened at the ball? What would other people say if they saw them?

Convincing herself it didn't matter only worked about half the time.

Regardless, going back on her word would only make her a coward. Some of the invitations had sent chills down Callista's back, and the rumors about fires at the last Blossom Ball did nothing to ease her nerves. And yet... she trusted the school. The teachers were capable wizards and witches, and surely they would do anything to protect their students. An image of Professor Browne and Nurse Brumby, standing in the doorway, the room still lingering with the scent of smoke flashed through the girl's mind for a second. Shaking her head to get rid of the memory, Callista focused on getting the sandals on. They really were quite a pain, although it was undeniably better than the other options - aka the footwear that some other students had chosen.

Right before stepping out of her room, Callista grabbed her wand - just in case. As she found her way outside to the courtyard, she fingered the mahogany wand tucked in her bag. At the previous ball, she had a difficult time adjusting to the unique materials her wand was made out of. However, it was to be expected that the wand had become much like an extension of herself as the school year draws to a close.

The courtyard had been transformed, and upon hearing the call of an organizer, Callista understood the direction they had been aiming for. It certainly carried the solemn, delicate atmosphere of the night - especially in contrast to its sparkling neighbor. Although the Underworld was a place filled with the dead in the Greek myths, this Underworld was almost peaceful. Every so often, when a breeze ruffled into the courtyard, it was almost as if someone was whispering into the ears of the students, telling secrets that only those that listened would know.

It was something straight out of a fantasy book.

Walking in, Callista attracted little attention from the crowd, as her simple white dress and sandals were quite humble compared to a few other costumes. But that was perfectly fine. In fact, she preferred it. The first year hadn't been aiming for attention or popularity; she just wanted to comply with the theme and wear something appropriate that would be - relatively - easy to move around in. And of course, something that didn't clash too much with the silver necklace that Annie had given her.

The first thing she noticed was quite a bit of tension around certain people. The poor girl practically tripped over herself when she spotted the two boys [Levi and Matthias] kissing. Callista had lived a relatively sheltered life, so although she had heard the term "LGBTQ", she didn't really have a good grasp of what it meant. (Although she did note that one of the boys looked quite uncomfortable.)

Turning her attention away from the boys, Callista looked around with amazement. The three other magical schools had arrived previously, and the mix of accents made for an interesting environment. For a wanderer like her, it was enlightening just slipping in and out among the crowd, catching snippets of conversation here and there. A couple of people were cautiously sniffing the bizarre drinks from the fountain. The Hufflepuff steered clear of it - she remembered quite well the effects of the drinks from the Costume Party.

And thus, the young Hufflepuff drifted among the crowd, waiting idly by for her "date" for the night.

Summary:

Callista arrives at the Underworld courtyard, worrying about whether going with a girl (specifically, Annie Morgan, a third-year Hufflepuff prefect) as a "date" to the ball was a good idea. She also worries about whether the ball will be safe, especially after hearing rumors about a fire at the last Blossom Ball. She gets distracted by the kissing of Levi Drakos and Matthias Pride and proceeds to wander aimlessly among the crowd.

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Interacting with @ NICO Shymane
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Quinn enjoyed the presence of the small Dhamphir that had him wrapped around her finger. Flashing another smile he looked to Nico winking. Carefully navigating the crowd he found himself navigating over to a very familiar face. Lighting up a bit he fell back into his neutral expression. An expression that was befitting the atmosphere he was wanting to strike with his sweet Persephone.

He took extra care to make sure that Nico was comfortable. Catching her the few times she nearly fell off and readjusted her position. Walking close to wear a young Jack Warren was he glowered down at the fellow prefect. "Hey Jack. What brings you to my humble realm?" His smile widened and there was a certain playfulness.

Looking up to Nico, while it was a tad awkward he kissed her cheek. Something he almost never did publicly. It brought a faint blush to his cheeks, but he couldn't resist a chance to make her heart skip or beat. Or admittedly show off a tad. It was something he found increasing enjoyment in but most of all to show his affections as a screw you to those who bullied him in the past. With another sigh he waited for the prefect response while holding Nico in place.

Action: Entering the Underworld
Stats and Abilities
Stamina: 14 | Evasion: 2| Strength: 15 | Wisdom: 9 | ArcPower: 2| Accuracy: 7
Abilities: Sixth Sense

Jack listened to the exchange between Eden, Winnie, and Amelia, interested to learn that Winnie's dress had been her mother's and hand-modified to fit her daughter. He regarded the flowers a little more closely as she informed them that they were also made by her mother. Silently, he was also impressed by Winnie's knowledge of Persephone's story, nodding once and smiling as she finished. Not enough children their age seemed to read up on Greek mythology, it seemed, but at least she had.

Eden's behavior and own speech intrigued Jack. He smiled slyly, fascinated to find how much of an effect a few sycophantic comments, flattering phrases, and silly, sweet nothings seemed to charm the preening peacock. If he had known it might have been that easy to enchant the prideful lout, he might have - well, no. He probably wouldn't have bothered with him at all. What kind of challenge would that have posed?

The well-dressed boy's eagerness to fix his hair amused Jack, though, and once again, he couldn't help but be reminded of a certain blue-eyed English brunet he shared a dorm with. It made Jack's chest tight and, out of irritation toward Eden for causing the sensation, he felt he had to say something obnoxious in retaliation.

"Oh, it's a scent you bought?" Jack asked when Eden mentioned he couldn't recall the name. "What a disappointment, Gardener. And here I thought you might have been like my dear dorm mate, Holmwood, who makes his own perfume out of real flowers."

When Ruka gave Winnie his punch, Jack cast him a suspicious, questioning look, but he didn't have time to voice an actual question because the copper-haired girl was thanking him. He inclined his head with a gracious smile in response before he realized how incredibly close she was. That, and what other words had just fallen from those lips.

Did she say she would...love me?

Her pronouncement startled him. His complexion reddened considerably as he tried not to contemplate too deeply the meaning of her words. She was already quickly correcting herself, but something had already gone horribly wrong in Jack's brain. It was as if a term had been entered that did not compute. Love was all fine and dandy when speaking of stories, but in real life? He couldn't fathom it.

She probably just means Pan. She referred to me because I'm playing Pan; that's all. Maybe she really likes the god.

What a pity that neither girl probably knew that Pan really did find love in his story, nor that it was love that brought about his death. Love was the reason he was supposedly the only Greek God to have ever died. So, more than most, he actually belonged in the Underworld. But of course...the redheaded Slytherin didn't expect anyone to know that.

Jack's smile became embarrassed and he quickly looked away when Winnie insisted she was fine. "Very well; if you say you're fine, then we'll have to take your word for it. But if you have no date, it seems you have no further to look for someone to accompany you than here!" Eden, after all, was already extending an arm to her and her friend, Amelia. He might have wondered if he had ought to do the same, but Ruka had already taken a hold of Jack's free hand and was pulling him toward the Spring Festival so fast that his brother almost tripped over his own hooves.

"They already gave their names, Gardener; it's Winnie and Amelia. Weren't you paying attention or were you too busy smelling me?" he called over his shoulder as he was tugged along. Then he turned back to murmur in a quieter voice to his brother. "Slow down, Ruka; what's your rush? I'm going to fall over if you keep on dragging me like this."

At Amelia's words, Jack cringed inwardly. She was a Hufflepuff? And she was here to make...friends? That was...alarming, to say the least. Well, at least she seemed to start disliking him already. With luck, she would decide she wouldn't want him as a friend by the end of the night after all. Well, luck and a few more encouraging words from him, of course.

"You just wanted to compliment him because you're a nice person?" he laughed, repeating what she had said. "Does that mean you don't really mean them? That you're just complimenting him so that he likes you and wants to be your friend? Tsk tsk...what kind of friendship-making method is that?"

He waved a hand and continued forward, addressing Eden and Amelia without glancing over at them again. "Well, if you're both fine with superficial compliments and behaviors like that, I suppose it doesn't matter what I think. Carry on." With that, he allowed himself to be led away by the insistant, torch-bearing Prometheus, not bothering to look back as he tried not to think any more about what Winnie had said.

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Leaving the Underworld to enter the Spring Festival
Interacting with: @Eden Gardener, @Ruka Burnett-Tân, @Amelia Faye, & @Winnie Harper
Mentioning: @Flash Holmwood
Action: Heading into the Spring Festival with Ruka, Eden, Amelia, and Winnie
Abilities: Prodigal Charms Learner; Binding Mark
Stats: Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 10 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 7
Inventory: Pan pipes & wand
Post Tracker: [1] [2] [3] [4]

Winnie could not help but be impressed by that torch dancing trick, and her eyes lit up as she watched the crackling flames. "Wow! Ruka, you're so talented!" Of course he was, he was naturally amazing at most things, she assumed. She did not even seem to mind that the fire was pretty close to her face. She trusted the Gryffindor with her life, he would never hurt her on purpose, or so she believed. For someone as empathic as Winnie, she was certainly missing the cues her hero was giving off, which were practically growling at her to get away from Jack. She, instead, assuming that Ruka was attempting to protect Jack from the other strange Slytherin boy who had kissed someone earlier.

She smiled as she watched Amelia and Eden interact with each other, the two really seemed to be hitting it off. She knew that her friend wanted to meet more people and well... Tonight was the blossom ball, what better night was there to make a connection with someone? She blinked as he suddenly whipped out a comb and started brushing through his blonde locks. Goodness, no wonder his hair looked so perfect. Winnie rarely had the time to brush her hair most mornings and often slept with it in braids to make it easier. Not to mention the twigs and grass that would often wind up entangled in her hair when she went out to pick flowers or explore. The fact that she had yet to spill anything on her gown was nothing short of a miracle.

Winnie's face heated up again at Amelia's comment, and she couldn't help but nudge her back. She was happy that both Eden and Jack seemed to find her story interesting. "I don't know about all of the Greek Gods, but I do know a bit. My grandparents own a bookstore so I often read whatever I can get my hands on." She suddenly turned over to Jack, her eyes lighting up when she remembered something suddenly.

"Oh! Mr. Pan-... I mean, Pan. Is that a Welsh accent I detect?" She clasped her hands together, feeling excitement bubbling up her throat. Pan seemed so knowledgeable, and of course he was! He was handsome and smart. How could any girl resist him? She also, of course, did not realize how uncomfortable she had made him. It was probably because her blood was still pumping and her ears burning. She wanted to impress him even more! If Jack loved stories as much as she did, she would tell him every single story she knew... Or maybe he could tell her stories! "Um... Do you know about Welsh mythology? I really enjoy the four branches of the Mabinogi. Especially the story of 'Blodeuwedd'." It was probably no surprise that Winnie enjoyed the character that was created from an oak tree, flowers, and grass.

As nice as Eden was being, Winnie really did not want to intrude on Amelia's new friendship. "Thank you so much, I'd be happy to dance with you later, but I will allow you to accompany Amelia since I think three is company." She winked playfully over at her friend. They would see each other in the next room either way. "Oh! Amelia is genuinely kind, I don't think she'd give empty compliments." She smiled, not quite understanding the tension between Jack and Eden.

She bounced on the balls of her feet when the older student agreed to let her stick around. "Thank you! I'll try to be an entertaining companion this evening." Maybe he would want to hear more stories about her farm life? She smiled happily, noting that Ruka was pulling Jack away, so she shimmied up to the other side of her hero, half tempted to reach out and link arms but also wanting to respect his boundaries. Still, so much for three's company. It looked like Winnie would be the fifth wheel tonight. Oh well! "To the world of the living!" She announced excitedly.

Action: Leaving. Moving to the Spring Festival.
Stats: Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 5
Inventory: Purse/Clutch | Wand

Everything seemed to be happening at once, or at least it seemed so to Gabriella. First of all, Rhea blurted out something about their meeting by the lake. It wasn't at all what Gabriella had expected the Ravenclaw to say - she had expected something about awkwardness, maybe a 'let's forget about it and move on' - but anger? Rhea held a grudge? Gabby blanched; she had no idea she'd been that bad. "I-" she stammered, trying to think of something to say. While Rhea was a mystery to Gabriella, the Ravenclaw still rather liked her, and wanted to at least make reparations for what had been said - ooh, months ago - back at the lake.

That was when Williamson appeared, and Gabriella was pleased to know that Rhea was on her side about this, at least. "Oh, go drown in punch," Rhea snapped. "Nobody actually wants you here."
Go drown in punch, nice. Gabriella made a mental note of the insult and moved on. She smiled slightly at Rhea's retort.

Just then, Gia appeared at Gabby's shoulder. She was holding a glass of some firey, colourful liquid, and Gabriella wondered whether it was safe to drink and if she should be warning her friend against it. "I see you're back to ruin more people's wonderful evenings," she said. "And another person you don't know, too! Ever thought about taking a break from all this?"
"She's not ruining my evening," put in Rhea. "All she is is a forgettable nuisance."
"See?" said Gabriella - rather lamely; even she knew that - "Nobody likes you. Just go away and find some friends - if it's even possible for you to get any!"

As if on cue, a Gryffindor girl (Kage) turned up at Williamson's side, a girl who seemed to be her nemesis's friend. "Nice dress," said the girl, turning to Gabriella. "Watch out, though - it might be your last," she added, with a smirk. Gabby frowned; she didn't understand what Williamson's friend meant, although she was sure it was malicious.

Nobody said anything for a few moments. Then, Williamson spoke, an air of finality in her voice. Well, it was excellent tormenting you all, but I'm afraid I'll have to come back later for my encore, as i have other things to attend to tonight. I hope you guys have a horrible time!" At that, Williamson linked arms with her friend - rather forcefully, in Gabby's opinion - and made off.
"I had hope for you, Suzuki!" called Rhea, as the two walked away. Evidently, Rhea knew that girl, too.

"Ok," said Rhea, turning to Gabriella. "I forgive you." The Ravenclaw smiled.
"Thanks," she said, softly. "You know I wasn't trying to be mean or rude, right?" She paused. "Anyway, it's over now. Rhea - this is Gia, I'm not sure if you've met her before..." She turned to her best friend and gestured towards her. "Hey, Gia, what drink is that? Are you sure it's completely safe? Because it doesn't really look it..."

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Interacting with: @Gia Adelard, @Rhea Miller, @Tory Williamson, @Kage Suzuki
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Action: Chatting in the Underworld

Stamina-8|Evasion-3|Strength-6|Wisdom-6|Arcane Power-5|Accuracy-7

mentions Maximilien de Fostoncy (played by me lol) | Wyatt Starkey

Attire - Hebe

Attending the ball with de Fostoncy was the worst idea ever.

She had learnt it some days ago, when the date set for the ball was near. How could her grandfather proceed his brother-in-law’s ill will to her great grandfather so easily? How could the Duke Springhall be cruel enough to agree? How could all of them - everybody, including her dear brother Edmund - be so satisfied seeing her go to the ball with that little brat de Fostoncy? Oh yeah, she could simply punch her charming second cousin in the face that day when he arrived with his Beauxbatons schoolmates, then go ahead to write a invitation to - to anyone, really, as long as it was not Maximilien.

She still remember last October, when she spent a wonderful night with Wyatt - speaking of Wyatt, she didn’t dare to invite him to the blossom ball, or her date wouldn’t be that grey eyed French boy today. The sorting hat had told her that she was not brave enough, and it seemed so. Wyatt was the only person that could make butterflies stumbling in her stomach - the only one. It seemed a betrayal to the Slytherin boy to go to the ball with someone else, but Lindsey knew that her great grandfather’s will could not be neglected. If she went with someone other than Maximilien, he’d eventually find out - and maybe she would become homeless the whole summer.

Getting up late and carelessly dressing up on purpose, she made her way towards the courtyard. Her mother had sent her an outfit some days ago, saying that it was “a matching one with Maximilien’s”. The white gown was lovely, as well as the flowery headwear, but gosh, they seemed like something prepared for a bride - her mother said it was Hebe’s outfit, and Lindsey highly doubted that. Even dressing in her school robes and wearing some flowers she planted in her own dorms looked more like the goddess of youth. And, speaking of the white dress, hopefully they were not going to ask her to get affianced with de Fostoncy. Second cousin marriages were acceptable in her families, she knew it, but - ugh. Going to the ball as a brother-and-sister pair was already not acceptable to her, and as a couple would be entirely the dumbest thing to do in the whole world.

And there she was, arriving at the so-called blossom ball. The courtyard was nice, decorated rather beautifully. Taking a good look of her surroundings and enjoying the view, Lindsey had temporarily forgotten everything - about her date and her fate tonight. Maybe everything would eventually be alright, and de Fostoncy could keep his mouth shut and act like a good behaved child. Within some minutes she had decided that she would wait for him instead of fleeing. Well, it would be great to welcome her date with a nice punch - she was pretty sure that de Fostoncy would love it. For, he would only smile at her no matter what she did to him - like what he had always done. So why not this time?

stats: sta 7 · eva 6 · wis 7 · arc 6 · str 8 · acc 9
abilities: statistically relevant (+2 acc) | lovely creature
action: entering the underworld, waiting for Maxi to punch him in the face

desperately open to interactions

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