Event Blossom Ball - Underworld

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Interacting with Irina Afanasfeya (@Lavinia Cloven iNPC)

One thing that Aurora discovered throughout the night was that she hates blossom ball, or just dancing event in general. First, there was Ariana Grande wannabe, then an older student threw some compliments at the Ravenclaw, but in pure hatred. Was this how people say nice things to each other? Aurora looked at the blonde girl in suspicion,“uh- thanks?” What was the screaming for? It was not like the underworld played some disco music in the background.

She swiftly checked out whether or not the girl had a patient tag or something on her hand. Though, the blondie did not look like a St. Mungo’s runaway or a fugitive, unfamiliar, never seen her on the criminal wanted list either. If anything, she looked like a friendly person who was just having a terrible day. But the reason why she targeted Aurora was unknown.”wh-why are you SCREAMING!?-“, Awkward chuckle rippled throughout the underworld. To match the blonde’s tone, she decided to add more volume to her voice,”-ARE YOU POSSESSED? I DON’T THINK WE PREPARED THE EXORCIST TEAM HERE!”

Okay, did she just admitting that Aurora looks good? Her dress, not her as a human being. “FIRST OF ALL, AND IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT I LOOK NICER THAN YOU AND SECOND OF ALL, I ALWAYS DRESS UP TO IMPRESS MYSELF! And my mother made it, if you want to know” Those were half true, yes, her mother sewed the dress from scratch, and yes, she did dress up for her own fun, but she silently hoped a certain someone will compliment her when he sees her. The last time she checked, he was doing unimportant stuff, like participating in the trials.

Then the Koldovstoretz girl turned into a swiper from Dora the explorer. She tried to steal her purse, or in Aurora’s mind, her chocolate. Left hand clutched on her almost see through hand bag, “AND THIRD OF ALL, STEAL SOMETHING ELSE BUT MY BAG! THERE’S A CHOCOLATE INSIDE!” It was a good thing that she held out her wand as precaution before an unknown blonde screamed at her face like a raging lunatic. Being impulsive and always act without a brain is always her forte, tattooed in her DNA. As if pepper spraying someone who just wanted to chill was not enough, she did another one, with magic. “DO A FLIP YOU BAG SNATCHER! FLIPENDO!”

Outfit

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Inside her purse : a chocolate bar, pepper spray, inhaler

For Moderation :
Stamina - 4 | Evasion - 7 | Strength - 5 | Wisdom - 8 | ArcPower - 4 | Accuracy - 7
Terrible Presence
Action : cast flipendo at irina

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Interacting With:@Elena Jangleton
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Wiping some sweat off her brow, Adlai gratefully took the cup from Elena's extended hand and began to down it. Her mouth felt as dry as cotton but she had, had fun which was the important bit. The Apollo Trial probably being her favorite as she had free reign over how she danced and what her dance meant, at least to her. She was sure she wouldn't be able to dance like that for a long while, at least not until she returned home for the summer.

With her breathe finally catching up to her, Adlai looked over in the direction Elena gestured in, only find a rather heated quarrel of sorts between a group of people. "That doesn't look good." she commented before hearing her friends proposition. "That is a very awful idea to put out in the universe -" she began, "but I will make that bet with you." She then began to laugh, a genuine laugh. Dark humor wasn't usually her forte but given the reputation Hogwarts Balls had, she would roll with it for now.

"Hey Elena, I'm glad you talked me into coming. I've had a lot of fun so far. So, thank you."

INTERACTING WITH: @Nichlas Forsberg, @Ella Forsberg, @Maksim Preobrazhensky

MENTIONING: n/a

OPEN TO INTERACTION
SWEDISH | NORWEGIAN | ENGLISH

The darkness of this Underworld, the floating of the candles, it was as a dream-like state, one that reflected almost perfectly the the befuddled sentiment that hazed Greta's thoughts. She was really here. Here. With Nichlas. She still really couldn't believe it, that he had agreed to accompany her. Even after it had been made clear that Ella wouldn't be joining them per se—although Greta insisted that she'd just been joking about it and would surely join them—he'd still gone ahead with it.

Perhaps he actually had feelings for her? No.. no. She mustn't entertain such notions. Even thought her heart fluttered at the thought and a crimson flush erupted across her pale cheeks to colour them with a healthy glow that contrasted nicely with her summery attire, she forced herself to think elsewise. No doubt Ella would be heart-broken if ever Greta admitted to bearing such notions towards Nichlas. He was her brother, after all. Too old. Far too dark. Gross. Out of reach. Tall. Mysterious. Cute...

A clap of her palms struck themselves to hold to either side of her face in an attempt to snap herself out of it. And not a moment too soon. The sound of her own name called out from nearby gave her a start and her embarrassment deepened all the more across her features like a pup who'd been caught red-handed sneaking food from the table. Skirt whisking gently on the ground, Greta twirled to face the new arrivals.

"Ella!" Beaming at the sight of her best friend, whatever fear and shame she'd held moments ago disapparated in an instant. Where Ella took care, Greta practically hopped into the arms that had opened for her, embracing the girl with eagerness. "Thanks!" she replied to the compliment, nuzzling her forehead just a touch against the press of Ella's before stepping back to hold her shoulders at an arm's length. "So do you though!"

The gown Ella had donned was sleek and soft, hanging to elegantly hug her form. Modest, but detailed with beautiful silver foliage that crossed in a way to hint at her developing femininity. Greta was also just a little bit jealous about that. To her, Ella was so much prettier. If only she could look a little more like that, then maybe she'd be more noticeable...

She wasn't left to admire Ella's outfit long, however, before her friend's date interjected. Setting her sights upon the rather older student, she flashed Ella a knowing smirk before timidly planting her hand in Maksim's own. Expecting a shake or perhaps just a light squeeze, the brush of his lips against the back of her hand elicited a faint squeak of surprise. She jerked her hand back, her face aflame. Widened eyes framed in white flickered in profuse and silent apology to Ella, before glancing back to Maksim.

"I-I... I'm... I'm G-Greta. F-fors—" No, what was she talking about. Not Forsberg. Goodness. Had she entirely forgotten herself? "F-fran.. Franssson. Greta Fransson! I'm.. I'm H-Han-n-zo's sister."

Yes. Good. What a spluttering buffoon. She sealed her lips together and pulled off to the side to hide herself on Ella's opposite side, eyes downcast. Any more out of her and they might think her a squib. How disappointed her mother would be right now to gaze upon her stuttering child. Where was the grace and dignity befitting a pureblood. She had to change the subject. Get her mind off of it.

"Isn't this exciting? Can you believe that we've actually come all the way to Hogwrats? I'm still so glad that mother and father decided to let us come. What do you think about all of this?...." the questions and commentary spewed forth like a pressured water pipe that had just been tapped. Momentarily freed from her living dream walking alongside Ella's elder brother, Greta was now able to fully appreciate their surroundings. "It seems rather almost more a memorial than a party, don't you think? The summer camp last year had more life than this...What do you think they're all doing, though?"

Perhaps her questions and thoughts would have to go unaddressed. The moment Nichlas had spoken up, Greta fell immediately silent, practically holding her breath so as not to even chance interrupting him. The mere sound of his voice sent waves of impalpable joy coursing through her as though they carried with them the radiance of the sun to stave away the surrounding darkness. A faint smile pulled at her lips, but she daren't even look in his direction with Ella right beside her. An arm moved to slip through Ella's, hooking her at the elbow for a sort of grounding anchor. All the more so when animosity seemed to strike itself in Nichlas' tone towards Maksim.

And then he was off. Greta's gaze lifted to peer after Nichlas as he disappeared towards the trials. She was torn. A large part of her wanted dearly to scamper after him, to stay by his side and cheer him on through the trials, whatever those were. But... she glanced to Ella to gauge her reaction. If Ella were to go, she wouldn't have to make a choice. That would be ideal. But if she weren't...

"Does Niche not like Maksim?" Greta whispered conspiratorially.

ACTION: Mingling with Ella, Maksim and Nichlas

Graphic by Leonard Oaksworth

Interacting with: @Evelynn Decipio

Apparel

The relative stillness which had accompanied their conversation faded, giving way to the more cacophonous nature of the main area. The majority of voices fell into a low murmur of conversation, while some lifted above the others in an increased effort to be heard.
Marshal allowed his eyes to peruse the space for a second time that night, noting the lack of fervor with which the returning 'heroes' were welcomed. There was no fanfare, no conceivable sense of reward, save for the vague sense of accomplishment within his chest; and even that was eclipsed by the uncertainty of how he had performed in the Trials. Had his efforts proven insurmountable for his opponents, or would he be forced to watch as another received the accolades he desired?
In all honesty, the young Gryffindor cared less about recognition, and more about the victory itself. The competitive fire that burned in his soul fed upon the knowledge that he had bested his foe, and that was reward enough.
Yet, on this night, even the sweet thought of triumph did little to satiate his need for closure. It paled in comparison to the other affairs that plagued his mind, the unsettling emotions and confusion that had been unearthed throughout the Trials.

That same confusion clouded his mind as the two of them entered the Underworld once more. Evelynn's words came like a distant echo through the fog, barely registering in his mind and creating a disconnect that took a moment to overcome, though it would likely appear that he was merely contemplating her words without offering any immediate response.
Thankfully, the red-head seemed perfectly at ease with carrying the brunt of this topic, as her agile tongue made its meticulous way through a recollection of the maze. He managed to follow her words well enough to acknowledge the question.
How had he escaped the maze? Pulling his mind from the gutter it had fallen into, he summoned those memories to the surface. Darkness, perplexation, slight panic as hooded terrors saddled his unfortunate self with random questions of the 'pop quiz' nature.
Aside from the relative pain that always accompanied his efforts to think about topics related to school, the trial of Hades had satisfied his hunger for lighthearted fun; certainly more than the Trial of Orpheus, at least. What maniac had decided to put children through that?

The more he pondered the subject, the more he realized that he had run blindly into the maze with no prescribed plan. In fact, it was likely a small miracle that he had escaped before the ball organizers came to clean up their mess. He pictured himself huddled in a lonely corner, singing softly to himself like a madman, when a professor tore down the wall the next morning. The half-deranged boy in his imagination would proceed to push past his befuddled teacher, cackling through a glorious cry of, 'I'm free! I'm free!'
Of course, if he had truly become lost beyond all hope of deliverance, he could have simply used a sparks charm to send an SOS signal to the sky. But the absurdity of the first option was enough to elicit a genuine smile as he responded to Eve's question.
"I'm pretty sure it was mostly luck." He shrugged. "I guess I was due for some of that." His gaze found hers for a moment, then shifted away as he shook his head in disgust. "I wish you had been with me, though. That would have made answering those questions a lot easier. I wouldn't have even gotten one if you weren't tutoring me." The look of distaste on his face twisted into one of apparent hurt; he turned to Eve as if seeking solace, voice raising an octave to rest at a level of pure, disgruntled rage. "That last guy didn't even ask me a question, though. He just insulted me! Called me a Bandimum- can you believe it? The nerve!" Two hands were thrown to the sky in exasperation. "I told him I would never treat my mum that way."
As he continued his nonsensical rant, he watched for her reaction to his acting job, knowing that the name was no insult, although the question had felt like an affront on his intelligence.

All notions of indignance were forgotten, however, when Evelynn produced a sherbet lemon from her bag, popping it into her mouth before offering a second piece to him.
"I wouldn't like one, I would love one," he responded, offering an eager hand to accept the sweet. Placing it in his waiting mouth, the boy's expression melted into one of appreciation. "Thank you."
Having been introduced to the delectable delights by a girl named Elizabeth, they had since become one of his favored candies.
He allowed Evelynn to lead him to the refreshments table, content to explore the treat with his tongue while it dissolved.

Once there, he observed as his companion examined the various options with the same scrupulous nature that seemed to dominate her life. Marshal wasn't sure how she could stand to be so collected and deliberate, though - in light of certain incidents - he was beginning to see the wisdom behind it.
She chose her beverage, and he poured a different variety, filling a provided cup to the brim. Rather than take a sip, however, he watched as Eve did just that.
"Is it any good?" he wondered.

Action: Re-entering the Underworld with Evelynn. Pouring a drink, but not yet taking a sip.

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Interacting with: @Hugh Lowe @Jack Warren
Open to interaction!

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Of course Hugh had to make a dramatic entrance. Whether it was to match the musical inspiration behind their consumes, or it was just Hugh's giant roots, he had to draw all the attention to himself. What a showoff.

And then Galton was lifted from the ground. Hugh showing off his strength even more. Screaming, shouting, and yelling. All because he thought Galton was wrong. Galton was not wrong, Galton was never wrong. Everyone had been talking about it. "Grease this, Grease that, ancient grease!" He didn't see any difference to what Hugh was saying. Even he had mentioned Grease. Oh well, he would let him drone on and do his thing.

To top his tirade off, Hugh stole Galton's drink. His sugary, succulent nectar, stolen from his grasps. There was some thunderous rage growing from within the little boys body. "I OWE YOU?!" He would yell. "IT IS NOT MY FAULT WE ARE THE BEST DRESSED HERE! WHY WOULD YOU BE SO MEAN." His thoughts started to trail off, the screaming had his eyes tearing up. How could his friend be so mean to him. All he had done for him, making sure he didn't look like a complete idiot. Betrayal at its finest. The tears started to roll forth.

"YOU!" Galton would point at some boy clad in a badly wrapped cloth. A prime example of someone who had missed the mark completely. The boy, Jack, who Galton did not know, would need to answer for these crimes. What crimes were they?

"Ye-YEAH YOU..." Think, think, why was Galton so angry at this weirdly-almost-naked boy? "WHY SHEET!" Was the most that Galton could remember, and that is what came out of him mouth. He would let a few more tears go after his scream. Trailing with a quiet "Sheeeeet."

Interacting with Arjan Oberoi played by @Serena Towers.
Wearing a deep plum chiton and cloak and grape headpiece inspired by Dionysus.
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An amused grin couldn't help but tug at the corner of her lips. How in the fresh hell did Serena think the theme was Indian, with all the flyers and chatter leading up to the ball? Instead of heeding that petty, internal voice that Serena should learn how to read, Phaedra pat his arm reassuringly. Arjan had nothing to do with her personal fallout with Serena, and as her brother, civility was still necessary. “Well, consider it a lesson in not listening to siblings, yeah?”

The drink table had a sizeable crowd around it at this point, giving Phaedra an excuse to release her hold on Arjan's arm and squeeze through. She was no cook, but food warranted respect. Calling the presented beverages unappetizing would be an understatement. Blood red, syrupy, and seemingly emitting a faint odor, the prefect eyed the fountains like they were fried flobberworms. At least she wasn't alone in her suspicions; several other students looked just as hesitant to dig in.

“Arjan, please. 'What's the worst that can happen?' I'm not sure whether to envy your optimism or pity it.” Despite her concerns, her date filled up a pair of goblets for the both of them anyway. With a sigh and a clink, their glasses connected, and Arjan spared no time in taking a few sips while she watched on incredulously. He had always been, well, a buffoon at times, but this was levels of reckless that even she couldn't wrap her head around. Right after she'd warned him, no less! She shrugged and raised a late toast. “Fine. Cheers! ^{I guess.}”

Phaedra brought the goblet to her face with no intention of actually consuming its contents until she'd given it a thorough investigation. Her nose wrinkled when she caught another whiff of the smell. It seemed more intense this time and Phaedra was fully convinced it originated from the drink itself. Her dedication faltered; appetite vanquished in an instant. Suavely, she simply placed the drink back down on the table without even a little taste. Yeah, no. So much for that.

Completely unaware of the potion-imbued chaos that was forming among strangers around her, Phaedra turned back to her date to attempt conversation. “I'm not thirsty, actually. So. You know, I'm realising that I don't really know you. Well, I do know you, but what are you up to nowadays? Parents forcing you into any extracurriculars?” That last part, although over a laugh, came coated with just the smidgen of bitterness. But what was a better topic for teenagers than gripes with their guardians? Surely Arjan too had felt the brunt of high expectations, and honestly, Phaedra was interested in how things worked over at Durmstrang.

Action: Not really moddable (?) but: Place drink on table, keep an eye out on Arjan for effects.
STA: 7, EVA: 8, STR: 1, WIS: 15, ARC: 10, ACC: 10
Perfectionist, Perfectionist II, Spell Spread, Advanced Casting

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Interaction: @Lavinia Cloven as Irina Afanasyeva | @Aurora Ranvier

Action: Nothing if Aurora Ranvier's Flipendo is successful. Grapple Lavina Cloven as Irina Afanasyeva if the Flipendo misses.
Stats: Stamina - 11 | Evasion - 6 | Strength - 14 | Wisdom - 0 | Arcane Power - 0 | Accuracy - 15
Abilities: Fangs, Bite & Claw | Martial Artist | Unsettling Aura |Blindvision

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Interacting with @Vivian Fletcher and @Lily Cawthi
Open to interactions
Samantha's thoughts

Hair ~ Shoes ~ Flower Crown ~ Dress

Vivian squeezed Samantha in a tight hug and Samantha was happy when Vivian released her, because she wan't able to breath. "Hi, I missed you to." She smiled and looked around to see if anybody was paying attention to them. The young girl didn't want to have any more attention then they already had, because of her singing friend.

Samantha's head turned red from embarrassment, why did Vivian had to talk so loud. She thought that getting Vivian away from the crowd would make her less loud, but that wasn't true. Apparently Vivian wanted to be heard by everybody in the courtyard. "No, I don't hate you," Samantha sighed, "You are just a little loud."

I'm Samantha, first year Ravenclaw." Over the year Samantha had started to introduce herself with her house, as she was proud of her house. The brunette looked at her friend who was now dancing like a crazy person, "Yep, that's Vivian." Samantha didn't like her friend at this point, she was acting strange, like she was drunk, and getting way to much attention. It was confusing for Samantha, Vivian never acted like this.

When Vivian started rambling about how great she was Samantha wanted to put something in her mouth, so she would be quiet. Samantha's hands were sweaty, because she was nervous that Lily would think her friend was crazy. She wiped her sweaty hands on her dress, dress? "Why am I wearing a dress?" Samantha mumbled softly to herself. She didn't like dresses, why was she wearing one. She looked up, more students were wearing dresses, why? The young girl didn't recognized the courtyard anymore. The Forgetfulness Potion worked, "Where am I?"

Luckily when Lily told Vivian and Samantha that she was leaving to do the trails, the effect of the potion had come to an end. "Well, good luck at the trails. I won't go, it is nothing for me, but I hope you have fun!" Samantha smiled and waved, disregarding the girl's annoyed tone.

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Action: Talking to Vivian and Lily
Stats: Sta 6 | Eva 7 | Str 2 | Wis 7 | Arc 7 | Acc 6

Interacting with@Aurora Ranvier @Samatha Salwis and @Lily Cawthi.
Open to interactions
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Actions Thanking Aurora
Laughing at Sam
Shouting at Lily

Thinking that the girl with the wand was complimenting her, Vivian started “ SEEMS LIKE YOU LIKE MY SONG, YOU HAVE A VERY GOOD TASTE IN MUSIC, BUT WHY ARE YOU SHOWING YOUR WAND AT ME?” she was whooping with joy when she received a compliment. When being ready to sing another song, she was interrupted by Lily and that’s when she saw Samantha and hugged her tight.

Vivian’s eye filled with tears, sorry, Vivian’s eyes filled with fake tears when she heard Sam saying that she was loud, she started with a dramatic tone again “YOU ARE SAYING THAT I AM LOUD? BUT I DONT THINK SO, INFACT I CANT HEAR MY OWN VOICE, THAT'S HOW QUIET I AM” that was not true, but she couldn’t control herself, she felt like she wants to shout, dance, talk and sing but this girl is going to regret whatever she is doing now, that’s for sure. “MY FRIEND FORGOT WHO SHE IS! Vivian was so amused and started to burst out laughing, with her very loud voice that she almost lied down on the floor not able to control her laugh and then stopped her laughing after few seconds. Gesturing to Samantha, again she started to laugh which made her cough. Clearing her throat, she started to shout, sorry sing with her beautiful voice, or at least she thought it was beautiful as for now.

Seeing Lily interrupting her song once more, made Vivian exasperated “HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT, I AM A VERY GOOD SINGER. A GIRL THERE CALLED ME ARIANA GRANDE, YOU KNOW? AND I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH A PERSON WHO HAS NO MUSIC KNOWLEDGE. I HATE YOU!” she yelled at Lily with her face appearing so red in anger. Only after all this, she’s back to normal. Realising everything she has done and said, she didn’t even move an inch with her eyes wide open in shock. Why did she do this? What happened to her? What made her do this? Why did she talk rudely to... what was her name again? What made her act so weird?

She was so rude to Lily, she wanted to do something but all she could come up with was “I-I am so sorry” with the worried look on her face. She was not able to say anything other than that but all she could do is expect her to understand her without explaining. How will she explain? Even she doesn’t have a proper answer to what made her do that. Only then she realised she was barefooted, where did she leave her heels? And HER BAG? With her face looking shocked “ SAM.....Sam did you see my bag? it has her wand, she didn’t know where she left it.