Event Blossom Ball - Spring Festival

@Alexander Varellion @Marion Davenport

Interacting| -
Mentions| -
Attire - Medusa
Action| Returning from the Trials strolling around
Open to Interaction

The entrance into the spring festival, fade away from the darkness that hollowed the underworld, and the contrast between the two completely different locations affected Eden tremendously. Not only did he feel more comfortable within this new and familiar environment, but also relieved to have made it out from that hole of a void. Most of the people he had to, unfortunately, come across were rather unpleasant to deal with, but out of the rathole he managed to at least find someone suitable to accompany him.

Eden was almost caught off guard by the beauty that this place consisted of. The colourful flowers and decorations that lit up the place made it warm and blissful. It was truly a joyous scene to witness, and refreshing too. The first year was completely overwhelmed at first and even distracted himself from his companion that was literally standing next to him. He shook his head and tried to snap back into it. The name Jack popped up again and that was enough to return him to reality.
“Jack?” Eden at first asked, wishing he had truly already forgotten the lad. “Oh, that Jack. No, I don’t. Truth be told, I think he’s far too concerned to play his stupid gimmick than anything else. Whether his behaviour is part of the role or genuine, I’m not bothered enough to know.” Eden expressed himself sternly as if he was talking about a long time enemy against who he shared wars.

But yes, with Jack and the rest of the shenanigans pushed away, Eden was more than willing to do absolutely whatever Amelia was interested in. However, at a sudden stroke, a thought processed through Eden’s mind, and he couldn’t believe he actually let it slip. Truth be told, it wasn’t absolutely necessary of him to drop the question when attending balls his father used to host or the entire Gardener family was invited to, simply because everyone there had already been… pure of blood. Was Amelia the same? Eden was curious, and not because of her answer to the question, but to realize whether or not it would have made a difference. But he knew better. He bit his tongue and pretended he never cared about it in the first place. Maybe it wasn’t as hard as his father used to say - to tolerate those who lack purity.

The slight panic attack caused Eden to stutter at first, his forehead was sinking with sweat and so he dabbed it with a piece of fine cloth that he got out from the inside of his sleeves and returned his arm to Amelia. But he managed to remain calm and behave properly.
“Or we could do both.” He gave her a gentle smile that almost looked like a mischievous grin. Not a common sight. “And if I were to be completely honest, all that talking has made my throat in need of a drink, and my stomach aching for something solid. So unless you prefer to have me drop while dancing, I suggest we nourish ourselves before.” Eden’s tone was warm, in contrast of the one he constantly used against Jack. Though he knew very little of Amelia, Eden realized that maybe one’s blood was not defining at all… but if his father said that it did, then… it did, right?

Stats: Stamina: 6 / Evasion: 5 / Strength: 1 / Wisdom: 7 / Arcane Power: 9 / Accuracy 7

English = 337085

Interacting With: @Kazuo Shimada
Mentioning: The people around him
Open to interactions

Right before Lavinia took a sip the drink gave off a smell of home, the quidditch pitch, and a newly polished broom. It was everything she loved and it made the drink call to her in way. It was her sense of comfort in this ball. All the smells caught up with her and before her mind went to what type of potion it was she took a sip, and another, and another. It had a lovely taste to it that made her not want to stop. She wanted to make sure everyone had a chance at tasting this drink so she turned around to find people to share with when her eyes attached to one boy.

Nothing else mattered except for him, her anxiety about the ball was gone, she didn’t even remember why she was hesitant to come. All she could think about was him, his black hair framed his face in a way that made her want to touch it. Lavinia noticed every single feature that she could see from her spot, he had a lean build and was dressed in an Apollo style outfit. She couldn’t look away, he was dressed so beautifully it made her heart jump. The only she could think of to describe what she was feeling was love.

She was in love with him and had no idea who he was or what his name was. Actually scratch that, she knew that he was the only thing that mattered any more. Quidditch was gone from all of thoughts, her family didn’t even matter to her anymore in the moment, just him and only him mattered to her. From the flowing chiton to the belted waist he was very handsome and he occupied every single corner of her mind. She wanted to go up to him, ask him his name, dance with him, kiss him, and be his girlfriend. She was about to do just that when she noticed the other people surrounding him.

They were just people though and that was not going to stop her from meeting the man of her dreams. She walked over to him in a way that was almost rushed but still elegant. She wanted to make a good first impression on him so that he could love her as much as she loved him. Once she got to him she tried to contain her excitement and not kiss him yet. She had to start out with the basics even though she felt like she already knew him. She approached behind him and lightly gave him a hug.

It was all that she had dreamed of, his outfit felt wonderful on her skin and she found it a bit funny that she was taller than him. With a little giggle she introduced herself to her love, Hi! I’m Lavinia and you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, what’s your name?! She had a bit of an eager stutter in her words because she was just overjoyed that she was meeting him.

The only thing was that she had wanted him to taste the drink but in her quick live at first sight she had left the drink on the table. It was going to be too hard to try and leave him and go back for the drink so she had to make due with the fact that he wouldn’t drink any. Nevertheless, he was her dream and she would not let a single person take him away from her.

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Action: Being completely in love with Kazuo, giving him a hug, and introducing herself.
Stats: STA: 8 | EVA: 8 | STR: 7 | WIS: 6 | ARCP: 6 | ACC: 11
Abilities: Foulplay and Interception (These are quidditch related abilities and will most likely not do anything in this ball)
Heath points: 800/800

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Interacting with @ Nico Shymane and @Santario Martin
Open to Interactions

Sticking out like an artic fox in the desert. The lumbering boy king strode into the fantastical site that was the spring festival. Clad in black and eyes sharp as ever. A familiar scarlet haired beauty sat upon one of his shoulders. Dressed in color and carrying a basket of petals. Scanning the area as he entered. He was careful to keep Nico on his shoulder and duck where he needed to be. He had intended to go straight to one of the tables. Being clad in so much black against such vibrant colors was a bit embarrassing for him but he chose this outfit for a reason.

His hair had been straightened and slick backed causing it to rest at just below the shoulders. His beard that was always wild and untamed half the Stine had been cut short and groomed with who knew how many hours going into the mantainence. Unlike usual his soft emerald blue eyes were still just as big but carried a sharpness to them, his freckles no longer visible and skin having a smooth paleness to them. He wore all black for this affair. Wearing a long black Toga (Chilton) that went down to his ankles.

Gold clasps on the shoulders held in place a similarly black feather cape that had plumage covering the entire shoulder areas and upper back before transitioning from the feathers to similar black fabric that with to the top of his ankles. The arms were of course sleeveless but he wore the traditional sandals of that time that were of a similar black, Black leather bracers that barely held together due to his strength and the most odd thing of all? A bright vibrant flower pinned into his hair on the left side.

He stopped for a moment when he spotted a very familiar face. One that always brought him joy to see. Carefully weaving his way around anyone or anything breakable. He stopped just in front of the Slytherin in question. "San...that's you isn't it? I like your outfit it's very you." His warm laughter escaped his otherwise daunting and unnerving look. He brought a large hand to rest against the side of Nico. Gently scooting her back on to his shoulder before positioning his arm like it was in a swing for her feet to have a more stable perch.

He also took the opportunity to slowly kneel in front of Santario so he would not have to speak so loud and she wouldn't need to crane her neck. "Been awhile hasn't it?"

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

Kazuo gave Dealla an amused smirk. "Oh I think it's more than purebloods I'll be educating on culture, Ouji-sama." He replied as a kpop song started up. He then lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, teasing. "If you happen to be a terrible dancer, I promise not to mention it." He shifted his gaze back to the flaming costume, nodding. "I'd join you in the Trials but duty and responsibility and all that. I can't wait to see what you do for my Trial."

As Jack explained his costume to Jake, Kazuo smirked. "Pardon. Half goat." He corrected, watching as Jack jumped to Winnie's defense. An expertly cast ferula, used as a weapon, had Matt's mouth neatly wrapped up like a gag. On its own, Kazuo found it both inventive and amusing but paired with Jack’s defense of this unknown girl, Kazuo found himself feeling very confused. Which was only further compounded by Jack’s offering of his arm to Winnie.

I am also not a service girl, nor am I some sort of trained puppy. I was simply doing Ruka a favour, I owe him my life."

Kazuo's gaze shifted to Ruka, a brow arched questioningly. Trained puppy seemed like an apt description of the girl. Matthias might be acting like a sexist prig but his commentary on her behaviour wasn't that far off the mark. All he had seen of the girl so far was a tendency to follow the twins around like an infatuated puppy. But the second half of that statement…

"Bangarang." He muttered as he fixed Ruka with a questioning look.

Owes you her life, Ruka?

As Winnie snuggled up to Jack, Kazuo felt the overwhelming urge to gag at the falseness of it all. What absolute stupidity was going through that girl's head? Did she just… sniff him?

"You smell really good, like the pages of a book."

She did.

Kazuo rolled his eyes, an actual sneer marring his normally polite expression. Honestly this was going too far.

What are you doing, Jack?

He clicked his teeth in irritation, considering actually doing something but Ruka was quicker - and appeared to me more upset as he inserted himself between Winnie and Jack. Kazuo gave Ruka a nod of understanding then turned a wicked smile on Winnie. “Yes, please, don’t abandon me to the questionable company that is Pride here. He can’t even provide pleasant conversation.” Kazuo narrowed his eyes a bit, studying the bandages. “Or any conversation…” He added as a strategic afterthought, giving Pride a grin and a wink.

Up until this point, Kazuo had been happy to play observer, mostly amused if a bit confused by what had been transpiring in front of him. It was exactly the sort of thing he enjoyed, this chaos unfolding like a private show. Yet to be this close to the drama meant that one risked getting dragged into it. Kazuo was fairly good at predicting outcomes by applying knowledge and logical thinking. The problem with people, though, was that logic tended not to be their driving force of action. Normally this led to delightful variances from his predicted outcome - because those variances weren’t affecting him directly. The variance that he knew would cause the most chaos was the amortentia, of course, yet logic dictated that he would be relatively free of those consequences because, really, who knew him well enough to possibly have even false feelings for him?

So the boy who evaded physical touch as if it could somehow kill him, who saved such things as hugs for only those closest to him like his parents, who refused even handshakes if he could do so without breaching etiquette, who had managed to survive nine months in the Badger Den without receiving a Hufflehug, found himself in a most unenviable position. Or at least he thought it unenviable. Others might very well be envious of his position. Those others were probably hormonal fools.

Lavinia had snuck up behind him while he had been distracted and she had hugged him. He froze like a deer in the headlights as the unknown assailant introduced herself. The discomfort would be plain on his face for all - or at the very least Matt, Winnie and Jake - to see.

Lavinia. Gorgeous. Name.

Kazuo had the overwhelming urge to reach for his wand which he managed to suppress though his grip on the lyre tightened. Perhaps not a reasonable reaction to a hug but really what kind of person just walks up and hugs a stranger? This person, apparently. Lavinia? Older. Taller. Not someone he had met, nor even someone he remembered passing. He took a deep breath. Then another. He turned slowly to face her, giving her a charming smile though it definitely didn’t reach his eyes. Rather his eyes looked a bit panicked and maybe the smile was a bit forced but never mind that. “Lavinia.” He repeated her name and if his voice was a bit strained, well, at least it didn’t crack. “Thank you. I am a god, after all, and a host of the event. Can’t be showing up in anything less than the best if I expect others to dress to the theme.” It felt a bit forced but he continued anyway, hoping she wouldn’t notice the effect her assault had on him. “Kazuo Shimada, or… for this night… Apollo, Lord of Light.”

───────────── Interacting: @Mathias Pride @Ruka Burnett-Tân @Jack Burnett @Winnie Harper @Dealla Prince @Jake Morris @Lavinia Cloven Mentioning: Action: Internally screaming. Having a mental crisis. As one does when touched by a strange girl at a party. ─────────────

──────────────── Stats Stamina 5 Evasion 7 Strength 5 Wisdom 6 Arcane Power 6 Accuracy 6 ────────────────

───────────── Abilities Perfectionist You have a reduced critical failure chance range by 1. In addition, you can counter up to 1 point of additional critical failure chances caused by abilities or spells (not potions). ─────────────

[ @Henry Knight as Charles • @Scarlett Aden • @Rose Moon as Drew ]

arriving from the trials • eating a bread roll • wearing a laurel wreath as a necklace • soaking her bread in punch and eating it

English #26687E • French #72267E

The trials were over, and Cassie practically skipped towards the pulsing music which could be heard from the Spring Festival area of the Ball. This was certainly a far more fun place to be compared to the darkness of the Underworld - and it was definitely more Cassie's style.

The music reminded her of a primary school disco, bringing back fond memories of terrible sweets, terrible dancing, and bright lights which hurt your eyes so much that you had constant headaches. Ah, the good old days. The area itself, however, wasn't disco-like at all - it was far more refined, for one thing. A petal drifted down onto Cassie's head without her noticing as she made her way over to the food tables. She was hungry after all that, and thirsty too. As she waited for Charles, Scarlett and Drew, Cassie picked up a bread roll and started eating it. She'd liked bread rolls by themselves ever since her mum had told her off for not buttering a roll at lunch a few years ago. Cassie only broke stupid rules, and 'you should always have something on a roll' definitely counted as stupid.

The tables were heaped with food, and at the ends of them were stacks of flower crowns and laurel wreaths. Cassie grabbed a laurel wreath, remembering with a grin that they were usually gifted to winners of contests in the times of Ancient Greece, and attempted to put it on her head, over the top of her circlet. However, she must have chosen one of the larger sizes, because it just slipped down onto her neck and stayed there like a necklace. It didn't really go with her outfit, but ah well.

As Cassie waited for her friends and watched the dancing guests, she poured herself some punch and dipped the bread in it before eating some bread. Mmm. It didn't taste as bad as she'd thought it would, actually. Punch-soaked bread was her new delicacy of the day. She dunked again and ate.

[ sixth sense • fearless • sta 9 • eva 6 • str 8 • wis 7 • arc 4 • acc 7 ]

Interacting with | @Kazuo Shimada | @Lavinia Cloven
Mentions | @Ruka Burnett-Tân | @Jack Burnett | @Mathias Pride | @Winnie Harper | @Jake Morris

Kazuo had received a mocking curtsy as she'd left, Ruka's and Jack's words lost in the crowd, never reaching her ears, but she wasn't gone for long. A few of the trials completed, Dee returned to the ball only a bit later than when she had abandoned her friends, taking a cup of punch from a nearby table as she passed.

Still, the situation had changed quite a bit. Someone seemed to have lost their temper, because while still-nameless-boy was wearing more cloth than when she'd left, it was wrapped around his mouth and likely did little to keep him warm. There were questions on her tongue, curiosity bubbling, but inquiring who had given the boy his new accessory would have to wait for a bit. Ruka and Jack weren't in the immediate vicinity of the group anymore, and Dee's eyes scanned the crowd quickly, locating them some distance away, Ruka's torch raised between them. If he was going to start twirling it around, perhaps better to stay clear for the moment.

The remainder of the small crowd she'd left - Kazuo, Winnie, Jake, and nameless boy - had instead been joined by another girl, one she identified as a Ravenclaw, although none she'd ever talked to, different year, different team. And currently hugging Dee's chosen ball date.

Her eyebrows jumped up, somewhere between surprise and amusement, and she quickened her pace, coming to a stop in front of them with a smile barely kept off her face and mirth dancing in her eyes. Kazuo seemed much less comfortable, not that she knew him well enough to really judge. Maybe he just went around hugging girls, who knew? Just because he'd said he wasn't interested in play-dating didn't mean he couldn't... Well, honestly, she had no clue what was going on, but she was curious to figure it out.

"I've been replaced, I see," Dee said, tilting her head to one side slightly, amusement barely concealed in her voice. "Was I gone that long? Kazuo, when I asked you to go with me, I wasn't aware you were so popular." Not that it would have made a difference, his popularity had been the least concern on her mind.

Eyes narrowing just slightly, she smiled at the older girl, more a question than a challenge. There were no feelings hurt, no jealousy, as agreed beforehand, that wasn't what she was here for. But she couldn't help the urge to tease a little, to prod and see what would happen. Unsure if an introduction was necessary, given her status as prefect, but providing one anyway. "Hi, I'm Dee, may I ask why you're hugging my date?"

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Action | Politely asking Lavinia why she's trying to steal her date

Sta 5 | Eva 9 | Str 3 | Wis 10 | Arc 6 | Acc 8
Evasive Maneuvers | Charmer

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Charmer Allies: All Hogwarts students/staff except Ileen Knight, Percival Rainwood, Thomas Lestrange, Henry Knight, [Isaac W. Pincus ,] Vladimir Athanatos.

Action: Drinking a glass of punch, looking for his friends, conversing with Cassie

English = 337085

Interacting With: @Kazuo Shimada @Dealla Prince
Mentioning: Kazinia
Open to interactions

Lavinia was blissful to say the least. Here she was in front of her one true love, up close she could see that he had reddish brown eyes and they were gorgeous! After she had introduced herself she had sensed a little discomfort with him and it made her a little sad that he was sad. Nevertheless, she didn’t let it show because she was still overjoyed. Then he said her name and Lavinia felt so happy that she was about to scream.

His voice was heavenly and her name out of it was more than Lavinia could dream. She had fallen for this boy and she fallen hard. When he said ‘I am a god’ she couldn’t agree more he looked like a god in his outfit and in just pure looks. He was also a host of the event and Lavinia didn’t think she could love him anymore but she did. When he said that statement she just nodded along and said ”You are doing a wonderful job hosting, this ball is amazing.” After she said that, he told her his name. It was Kazuo Shimada or as he who he was dressed as, Apollo.

She could see it now, Lavinia Shimada. They would date for the rest of the years in Hogwarts and would get married and grow old together. For now she could try and figure out a ship name for them. How could you merge Kazuo and Lavinia? Lazuo didn’t sound that good, Kavinia wasn’t that good either. Lavinia wanted to think of something that made her feel connected with him and then it hit her. Kazinia. The perfect combination name for the perfect couple.

Her brain had worked so fast on the name that he had only spoke seconds ago and she was quick to respond to the comment he made about his costume. ”Of course your Apollo because you light up my heart” it came out before she even thought and she was not disappointed, it was true. She loved him with all of her heart and he was dressed up as Apollo who he said was the lord of light. It only made sense for her to day that, he lit up her heart and her face was showing how happy she was to be with him.

They were meant to be together and Lavinia was about to say something else when another girl walked up to her. This new girl was a bit familiar to Lavinia maybe she was a Ravenclaw as well, but she didn’t have time to talk to others. The only person she wanted to talk to was her love and her new life. When the girl said that she had been replaced Lavinia started to get confused, no one looked like they had been his date when she walked up and now she was determined to stay with him.

This girl had asked Kazuo to go to the dance with her. Lavinia was enraged inside and her face turned into a light scowl, the only thing keeping her from lashing out at the girl was the fact that she was still right next to Kaz. Then came the name, Dee and they happened to be on a date. Lavinia tried to leave the sprite out of her voice as she stated the obvious, ”Well I’m in love with him of course and I would prefer if you left, Dee.” she had left out the spite for all but the name, this girl was NOT going to steal her Kaz, Kaz away from her.

She loved him so much and wanted to get away from this girl who claimed to be his date. She turned back to Kazuo, grabbed his hand to hold it and said, ”Hey Kazuo do you want to get away from this girl?” If he were to agree she would guide him away and if her were not to agree she would still try and drag him away. She did not want her love being anywhere near this girl who claimed to be his date.

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Action: Being corny, being rude-ish to Dee, holding Kazuo’s hand and trying to take him away from Dee.
Stats: STA: 8 | EVA: 8 | STR: 7 | WIS: 6 | ARCP: 6 | ACC: 11
Abilities: Foulplay and Interception (These are quidditch related abilities and will most likely not do anything in this ball)
Heath points: 800/800

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