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Interacting| @Winnie Harper | @Mathias Pride | @Evelynn Decipio | @Willow Anderson | @Leonard Oaksworth | @Nicholas McCowan | @Percival Gray Mentioning| @Cody Stevenson | @Levi Drakos

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The boy himself had to laugh. He came across a birthday girl, who seemed to think she was the queen. Well, she looked like a queen, and it felt like she was the queen when Cody surrounded her. "Winnie. That's a cute name." The boy muttered to himself, as he decided to turn back around to the Great Hall, running into the giant room, and that was because of how the cupcake tasted on his delicate tongue, meant for eating sophisticated foods. Four tables were established of course.

But he got a cupcake. A CUPCAKE he half ate. was beginning to taste a little stale. Did anyone give him an old cupcake, or were the old cupcakes just frosted over to appear brand new.

The boy groaned. Cody wasn't feeling too well. They called this a CUPCAKE?

He stormed up to the location where Winnie was and threw his half eaten cupcake, complete with icing and a little bit of slobber. It hit a Ravenclaw female, Aurora Ranvier. He slightly grinned, mischief struck his face. He was no longer that sweet, innocent boy he was earlier. He has now reached who he was. He had a double personality, and boy, was he proud to show it.

"Let this be a lesson to you all. Do not give me any stale food. That cupcake that hit that ravenclaw girl, is a symbol of my possible vengance. Do not anger me. I will come up with ways to ruin you. I am dangerous. I am who I am." Cody said, meekly, pretending to be braver than he truly appeared.

He grabbed another cupcake, and tossed to Juniper in hopes that she'd taste it. "I'm sure it's chocolate."

Mentioning: @Winnie Harper
Interacting: @Juniper Kelly @Aurora Ranvier

Actions:
If the pepper spray was knocked from his hand, so be it. Feel free to roll Winnie.
I have been attacked with a cupcake. I would like to try to catch it, if I do I wish to feed it to Aurora.

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@Santario Martin @Percival Grey @Willow Anderson @Aurora Ranvier @Juniper Kelly @Aurelia Notrésvace @Levi Drakos

@Winnie Harper | @Aurora Ranvier | @Santario Martin | Nicholas McCowan

Violet had once more been invited to a birthday party, but in this case, it wasn't Felix, who was now back in Durmstrang, that had invited her, but Winnie, a redhair that she had met not long ago and saved from a goose attack. Apparently, it was Aurora's friend, so Violet decided not to be her usual mean self and give the girl a chance. Besides, she did seem like a pretty fun friend to have.

It did not take Violet long to choose a birthday present. Violet looked inside her luggage and saw a broken music box that had once been pretty and well kept. However, Violet saw some potential in the object, and since she was a witch it did not take her long to mend it. A flick of her wand and she safely repaired the broken object that she had kept there since the start of her second year. Nobody will notice, Violet told herself as she carefully put the mended music box in a pink box and added a pink ribbon on top. This reminded Violet of the present that she had given Santario from the mysterious boy, but she could not help but shiver when thinking of that day. The look on Santario's face when Violet brought her the present was...terrifying, and the second year did not want it to repeat itself again.

Violet arrived to where the small party was being celebrated, pushing through the crowd. There were many unfamiliar faces, but she saw some people that she already knew, like Nicholas, who had just left before Violet could throw an insult at him. She rolled her eyes and then tried looking for other people, Violet immediately saw Santario's black hair and blushed, trying to hide between her own. The last thing that Violet wanted was to make eye contact with her Slytherin senior, much less talk with her. Violet moved forward, still hiding her face behind her hair, when she accidentaly bumped on somebody who turned out to be Aurora. Well of course it is, Violet thought, who else would dye their hair in such a ridiculous color?. ''Hey, watch it!'' was Violet's only reaction to the bump, even if she very well knew that it was her, Violet, who had bumped into her frenemy.

Now for the birthday girl, finally feeling a little bit free, Violet turned to Winnie as she said, her voice changing from cold to a bit more sweet, ''Hi Winnie!, Uh, I brought you this, I hope you like it~'' Violet handed out the present to the redhair, trying to smile.

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DATE ▪ 09/25/21 OUTFIT ▪ Dress | Shoes

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It seemed like things were started to get heated (pun intended for Levi) in the Great Hall. What was once a lovely party had broken down into a rain of chaos that Winnie could not hope to reel in. When Mathias dispensed a fiery spray into Gryffindor's local heart throb, @Levi Drakos' eyes, @Willow Anderson would come rushing to his side. Levi might have asked her if it had hurt when she had fallen from heaven if his eyes weren't currently red and swollen shut, because clearly she was an angel. Did Levi deserve such kindness? Well... What exactly had the boy done other than give an expensive necklace to the birthday girl? Matt was most likely angry that his boyfriend had touched his girlfriend. Regardless, Levi's once handsome face was now likely streaked with snot and tears. Willow would drench the boy's face in water and raise her wand and cast scourgify.

Willow casting scourgify:
[d20:2] + 10 = 12
SUCCESS!

The spell may not have offered Levi instant relief, but at least his pretty strawberry shirt was relatively untouched.

The lovely @Violet Carrington would make her entrance into the party, gift in hand. Winnie had yet to experience the girl's nastier side, so she was quite happy to see her and tried to wave over to her, despite the fact that there was a screaming and writing boy in the corner. "T-Thank you for coming, sorry, things got a little bit... Well..." Crazy. To distract herself from her screaming former(?) crush, she would open the package, her eyes widening at the gift. "Wow! This is so beautiful! Thank you so much, Violet!" If the girl allowed her, she would give her a hug.

Meanwhile a peppy Ravenclaw (@Juniper Kelly) would made her entrance, sock puppet in hand. She was lucky that Winnie was the sort to appreciate handmade gifts, or she might have been insulted receiving someone's old sock as a present. She would demand that the crowd of people part, as if she were Moses at the red sea. If seemed as if the girl was keeping up the tradition of Ravenclaws screaming like banshees. How nice.

Winnie would blink down at the young redhead. She had seen her around the common room before, but they had never spoken. "Oh, hello. My name is Winnie Harper. It's nice to meet you, I love your outfit!" She complimented the girl with a smile. She stared down at the adorable hand made gift, her mouth curving into a smile. "Oh! Thank you so much, it's so lovely-- HEY!" Her thanks would be interrupted when the other redhead decided to try and toss a cupcake at her beloved, @Mathias Pride.

Juniper throws a cupcake:
Matt has expressed his desire for the cupcake to hit him, so I will not roll for Juniper's aim.

The tossed pastry flew through the air of the giant hall, as if there were an old camp movie and a child had decided to start a food fight. It would land on Matt, but he would try and catch it, and feed it to @Aurora Ranvier, who had apparently taken it upon herself to start singing 'Happy Birthday' to her friend completely unprompted, while blindfolded and deafened.

Matt catching the cupcake:
[d20 : 14] + 7 = 21
SUCCESS!

Perhaps Mathias should consider joining the Slytherin Quidditch team as a seeker, because he snatched the cupcake out of the air as if were magnetized. He would then try to push the confection into the blindfolded Ravenclaw's mouth. Because Aurora was blindfolded, she would likely not see it coming and, if she accepted the offering, would be hand fed like some sort of princess.

@Aurelia Notrésvace wasn't far behind on joining the madness. She would make an appearance as bespeckled Leia Nores. Did her Clark Kent type façade fool anyone who already knew Aurelia? Well, luckily for her, Winnie did not already know Aurelia, so Leia would be her introduction to the girl. Winnie had a few older friends, but no one in their fourth year had spoken to her before, so she was a bit nervous when the cute girl greeted her.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you! Leia, that's such a cute name. Like the Princess in Star Wars?" She couldn't help but ask, a small blush burning on her cheeks as she corrected herself, "O-Oh, that's a muggle film, sorry. I like the series."

She had spent hours weaving her a lovely dream catcher, and Winnie would gasp when it was presented to her. "Oh wow! That's so beautiful. You made that yourself? I'd love to learn how..." She would accept the gift, her fingers tracing over the strings. It would take her a moment before she realized the wand was pointed in the direction of her boyfriend.

Aurelia casting Expelliarmus
[d20 : 1] + 12
CRITICAL FAILURE

Did Aurelia get distracted by Mathias' good looks? Or perhaps she didn't want to ruin a possible connection with Winnie by disarming her boyfriend? Either way, the way she cast the spell was just... Off. The spell would instead backfire, and cause her on wand to go flying out of her hand and tumbling across the great hall.

"HEY! Don't cast spells at him! He's just trying to protect me!" Expelliarmus wasn't a particularly dangerous spell, but Winnie's heart still leapt in her chest when she saw a wand pointed in Matt's direction. Why did everyone want to hurt her boyfriend? All he did was pepper spray her the boy who had caused her to lose her memories. Not that any of these people would know that.

The newest attendee had decided not to talk to the girl of the hour, but considering Winnie was dealing with flying cupcakes and spells, she would not hold it against the fourth year Gryffindor. Would Marla decide to join in on the chaos? Hopefully she would think twice before tossing a cupcake at the redhead's boyfriend. Especially since Winnie was growing angrier with each second that passed.

It was then that Winnie would cast a glance towards her friend, @Santario Martin, silently asking her to do something. She was possibly the only other person that knew the story of Matt and Levi, and why the Slytherin had reacted so severely to the boy's entrance. Luckily it seemed that she knew what to do, suggesting they take Levi to the hospital wing. Winnie did not really want to be alone with the boy, and her brow furrowed as she tried to think. "I... I think I better stay behind, things are getting pretty crazy here." There was no way she was leaving Matt alone with these lunatics. She appreciated that San didn't take him away from the party, however. Perhaps there was a way she could still salvage this.

Apparently @Cody Stevenson had no taste. Quite literally, it seemed, as the cupcakes had been baked the night prior and Winnie had taken extra care to fill them with buttercream icing. The boy decided it was time to speak to the manager, and would storm back in with a fiery Karen-rage. He would raise a hand in the air and toss his half eaten FREE treat.

Aurora has agreed to have the cupcake auto-hit.

Apparently he couldn't tell Ravenclaws apart, however, as he decided to toss the cupcake at poor Aurora, who was, again, unable to dodge due to being blindfolded. All 3'10" inches of the boy would then break into a villainy monologue about how he was such a bad guy.

At this point, Winnie was fuming. The cake throwing, the spells, the shade. She was about to go into full Winnierage mode, and, unfortunately for Cody, he happened to be the first person in her path. The birthday would grab two hand-fulls of her cupcakes and storm towards the boy. "They were FREE! And they weren't STALE! YOU JUST HAVE NO TASTE, YOU TINY LITTLE JERK!" She shrieked at the first year, stepping forward to try and smoosh both cupcakes onto his face.

Winnie attacks Cody with cupcakes:
Winnie accuracy:
[d20 : 4] + 7 + 3 (Muggle Condition) = 14
Cody Evasion:
[d20 : 14] + 10 = 24

Unfortunately for the Ravenclaw, the tears now streaming down her face would get in the way, and she would miss the tiny Hufflepuff and stumble forward instead. She dropped the cupcakes to the ground, balled up her fists and, her words hitching between her sobs, she would shout; "S-STOP IT! YOU... ARE ALL.... RUINING... MY BIRTHDAY!"

Nicholas’s head quirked slightly to the side, his rather poor attempt at an insult having evidently entirely missed the mark. He’d taken a shot across the bow and had been met with nothing more than the splash of seawater. He should have been frustrated, insulted that his attempt to draw a reaction had entirely failed, but instead he found himself somewhat relieved. His heart had never been fully invested in the insult, after all, and seeing her taking it in good stride sent a surprising surge of joy through his spine. There wasn’t much pleasure to be gained from the pain of others, merely, success to be garnered in how they perceived him. Truth be told, he had expected righteous indignation, he had suffered at its hands more often than not at the school for witchcraft and wizardry. Instead, he found that the redheaded girl was surprisingly polite, and aware of the irritation that her screech may have caused. His expression cracked for a moment, a pang of regret twitching his mouth ever-so-slightly downwards at the corners, before he hid it back behind his stone walls. He couldn’t allow himself to waver.

The reaction of the boy closest to her, a Slytherin, Pride, a yearmate he had never spoken to and had only seen shirtless up and until that point assisted in ensuring that his facade of bravado would not crack and strain under the pressure. His words were relatively polite, but the tone was the sort that oozed passive aggression, that same upper class snobbery that permeated through Hogwarts’ halls like the stench of death.

Nicholas frowned, as he fought desperately for a response, in the end all he could provide was a simple, “Thanks. I suppose not all of us are blessed with mothers that choose outfits for us.”

A snide remark about the other boy’s mother, how positively intelligent, Nicholas thought to himself, even his internal monologue dripping with self-loathing sarcasm.

Santario Martin, on the other hand, at least tempered her words somewhat. Her tone indicated playfulness, but that did not take away from the meaning behind her statement. Disappointment had been the fact of the matter, and he supposed he understood why, it was hardly a sign of resilience to lose one duel then immediately quit the sport. He was taken somewhat aback by the insinuation, and felt something of a need to defend his honour.

Had he been more well-versed in the art of wordcraft, perhaps he would be able to provide a valid retort. Instead, Nicholas’s answer was unrehearsed, and it showed, “Uh, yeah. Planning on trying out for broom racing. Bit more my speed.” Choppy and sheepish, he once more turned his frustration inward. Nothing was going to plan, he was a proper fool, borderline stupid, to even attempt his amateurish plan. Toxicity bubbled in his core.

The genuine words of Winnie Harper, the girl he had referred to as ‘Red’, bit through that venom somewhat. She had seemed to genuinely care for his outfit. Why was she nice? How did it happen that the first time he had gone out of his way to cause trouble, he had stumbled upon one of the only genuinely kind people on the entire campus?

“Right.”

He had overstayed his welcome in any event, and besides, the arrival of one Aurora Ranvier was almost certainly a cue to leave. The ball of chaos and annoyance, whose actions were so confusing and without logic that Nicholas could not help but cringe at the butterflies that danced throughout his core at the mere sight of her, was the absolutely last person he had wanted to see. None of their interactions ever went the way they were supposed to. Case in point, the fact that she waved to him whilst doing a fish impression and then made sure to hide herself in a scarf and headphones. He had once compared her to the human incarnation of a hurricane, but that was hardly fair. The storms at least served a purpose, she on the other hand, seemed to exist purely to spit in the face of purpose. He didn’t bother looking at her as he turned.

He was halfway out the door when the room behind him descended to chaos. The scream of Drakos ripping through the air with the sort of class and decorum that better befitted a farm animal than a boy in a strawberry shirt. On instinct, Nicholas whipped his head around, eyes overlooking the situation in the same way that a spectator may analyse the play of a quidditch match. Pride had attacked Drakos, the girl in overalls was tending to the downed boy whilst Harper desperately tried to guide the attacker away from the scene of the crime. A wand had already been drawn, Leia had apparently come into the party while Nicholas had been distracted, and the same girl who he had once seen shrug off the loss of a finger had cast the disarming charm at Pride. Another girl, one who Nicholas could not pretend to recognise, having joined the assault upon the redheaded boy with a cupcake, the latter catching it with surprising ease.

And among it all, Ranvier was panicking, singing some cracked song . More than that, she was asking after him, he heard her voice, somewhat surprisingly, over the commotion that had descended over the room.

“Christ defend me,” He muttered, much more loudly than he had any intention of doing so, his voice carrying more than the whisper-hush he had intended.

The party’s false decorum was collapsing around him, and people were getting injured. He had little love lost for the Ravenclaw quidditch player, but there was something about seeing a girl very clearly distressed that irked him. More than that, the fact that the tiny little first year who Nicholas could not recognise had taken the opportunity to assault her with a cupcake in the same vein as her, presumably, friend had done to the Slytherin git was downright unfair. Matt Pride was a self-righteous twit, and he was now also approaching her, his intention to feed her the former projectile. Why that irritated him, he could not say, but in a moment he was storming back into the hall, his pace quickened to that of a near run.

“Fechin’ idiots,” He spat, “The absolute lot of ya.”

It was a lot easier to be cruel when angry, and anger flowed so easily to the boy nowadays. It would be a shame not to use the emotion for the better. That raw fury was shot toward Violet Carrington in a sideways glance, painfully aware he was now approaching her as well. For some reason, he was willingly opting to walk toward both her and Ranvier. What in the hell was wrong with him?

Perhaps his brown eyes swarmed green with envy, not that he would ever admit to such a base emotion, and certainly not if it related to the girl whom he was assisting. But his intention was clear. He would attempt to swat the cupcake out of Matt Pride’s hand before he had a chance to feed the girl.

“Hands off her.” There was no point dancing around passive-aggressive and veiled insults now, outright hostility was more in Nicholas’s repertoire in any event, “Besides, your girl is crying. Stop her cat-meloden wailing, you gobshite.”

He did feel bad for Harper, in part, her birthday party had collapsed around her with the dignity and grace of a trainwreck. From his scant interaction with the girl, she didn’t deserve that.

Still, there were more pressing matters at hand.

“Move,” He spat at Carrington before, regardless of whether she had eaten the cupcake or not, he ripped the scarf and headphones from Aurora’s face.

There was neither gentleness nor tact behind the gesture, part of her lavender locks caught in his hands as he did so. It probably would have been rather painful, but in a moment she had been stripped of her safety blanket of blind-deafness.

Glaring directly into her eyes, he all but lectured, “Watch yourself, don’t be an idiot.”

Sighing now, he added, “I don’t like you, at all, but I don’t want you getting hurt. So try to actually bloody focus and look around you, you play quidditch right? Keep an eye open.”

With that done, he instead turned his anger toward the tiny little blonde, who had erupted into the kind of monologue that would make childish villains blush in its inanity, and his redheaded friend, “If you two throw another cupcake, I’ll throw you both out a window. Can't you see someone's hurt here? Not the bloody time.”

“Christ defend me,” He spat again.

Stats: STA: 12 | EVA: 6 | STR: 8 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 4 | ACC: 6
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant
Tags: @Winnie Harper, @Matthias Pride, @Santario Martin, @Violet Carrington, @Cody Stevenson, @Aurora Ranvier, @Juniper Kelly
Action: Talking and answering remarks from Winnie, Matt and Santario. Attempting to whack the cupcake from Matt's hand. Aurora provided permission to auto-succeed in attempting to remove her blinders.

If things were crazy before, things had certainly escalated. People yelled, food went flying, and Juniper looked around widely. She felt bad about throwing the cupcake at the birthday girl's boyfriend, she hadn't even realized who he was. She looked at the redhead guilitly. "I- I'm sorry! I saw him HURT someone so I- I- well I thought he was being a bully!" She blurted. Now, however, she saw that the birthday girl cared for the boy, and she seemed really sweet. Juniper hated that she was ruining her special day.

She picked a cupcake off the table, one that wasn't ruined, and offered it to the girl. "Uh... Cupcake?" She asked, tilting her head to look up at the girl.

Her cupcake had not hit the target. It landed with an unsatisfying plop, and the target caught it with ease that brought red to Juniper's face. YEARS of baseball playing for this? "W-what? B-but- WAIT! Leave that girl ALONE! She's just trying to sing ya know!" She clenched her fists and stomped her foot. The blindfolded Ravenclaw [Aurora] had become the target off Juniper's own cupcake.

"Bully!" She shouted. The her good old best friend, Cody, came back and tried a cupcake. "C-cody! This guy is being a bully!" She shouted, pointing to Matt. But he had his own words. In fact, he stormed in and claimed the cupcakes were, in fact, stale. He then proceeded to throw it at the Ravenclaw from before. "CODY!" She said, hands on her hips. He tossed a cupcake to her, and she caught it with ease and took a bite. "You're weird, this is really good!" She inhaled the treat before looking around her.

The birthday girl was now crying, and a very tall, very angry boy had turned on Cody and Juniper. Juniper seemed to shrink in the shadow of the angry boy. "Eep." She said.

"YOUR A BULLY, TOO! YOU CAN'T THROW ME OUT THE WINDOW!" She yelled. She stormed up to him, and aimed to kick him in the shins. Hard. That was the goal, anyway.

She turned, and now saw the angry, crying birthday girl running at Cody. She yelled in alarm. "Leave Cody ALONE!" She said angrily.

But the girl missed. Her attention was now turned to the direction of screams in pain. She grimaced at the sight of the twitching boy on the ground, clearing in pain. "OH MA GAWSH! Is he okay?! She was horrified by the way he was twitching in pain.

"What is happening to him? What was that he got in his eye? IS HE DYING?!

The boy smirked, walked towards Juniper, but quickly reeled around. It must've been an instinctual move, because he quickly dodged out of the way as the Winnie Harper ran at him, apparently attempting to stuff his face with cupcakes because he threw a cupcake, named it stale, and "taught" everyone a lesson, hopefully one that they'd pick up quickly. He wanted to set a reputation at the school, and he was not about to let anyone take him down, and tear down his ideal reputation. "Gee Winnie, I'm sorry I ruined your birthday! Why don't you come to mine, and I'll make sure to let you ruin it." Cody replied sarcastically. But all in all, he was speaking the truth, he would allow it, but it depended on whether the girl took the hint through his sarcasm, or took it differently.

A giant man, apparently from Gryffindor, seemed to think he was all big and bad, as well as intimidating. Who was he to tell Cody that he was to stop throwing cupcakes. He couldn't help that he tasted nothing, that it was stale, and bland. Without truly thinking about his actions, he ran up to Nicholas and stomped on his foot, like how Page was kicking him in the shin the same time he was.

"Leave Cody ALONE!" Page said, making Cody smirk. If they were to get in trouble, at least they know who their enemies were. He grabbed Juniper (page) and dragged her with him quickly making a stop to poke Pride with his wand a few times.

"Lets go!"

Mentioning and interacting: @Nicholas McCowan @Winnie Harper @Matthias Pride @Juniper Kelly

[font=Tempus Sans ITC]J[/font]ack had decided to dress up for once. He wasn't one for it, but if it helped mend his relationship with Winnie, he would suffer through being uncomfortable. But, of course, Jack's punctuality was always in question. For somebody who was always thought of themselves fast, he had a real tough time when it came to arriving on time. There had been no formal invitation that the boy had received, but what kind of brother would he be if he forgot his sister's birthday? Plus, it didn't hurt that Winnie liked to go all out for her birthdays.

[font=Tempus Sans ITC]A[/font] sense of nervousness that was utterly uncommon in Jack's usually confident and somewhat shitty face was wholly apparent. He picked at his black button-up shirt's top button while pinching a small stuffed goat in between his elbow and side. Plus, a present with shoddily wrapping at best contained a nice set of art utensils and colors. The things weren't grandiose or gaudy, but he felt that he had found something to help bridge the gap he had created in his assault on Mathias. Of course, Matt would most likely be there, but he would be cordial, for Winnie's sake. However, he was still determined to find a way to get Winnie to understand that he was a prick and not who Pride said he was. Slicking a hand through his messy hair, he finally stepped into the great hall.

[font=Tempus Sans ITC]W[/font]ell, thankfully, all hell had broken loose before he had arrived. Nice, it wasn't going to be the former prefect that would have to start the chaos. Props for him. Sadly this wasn't the fun type of chaos. A child was writhing in pain on the floor. Cupcakes were being launched as if trebuchets had been rocketing them across the room. Jack wasn't phased by much, but this was a tad bit extreme. He just stood awkwardly, watching the chaos ensue. Maybe his decision to show up was the right one. He wasn't a prefect anymore, but hopefully, the rumors of him with bloody knuckles and a pension for bashing faces in would be enough to have some sway with a room full of knuckleheaded children throwing nonsense around. "OI! THE BLOODY HELL IS GOIN' ON HERE!" The kid belted out his question to the room. Honestly, he didn't expect much of a response, but it was always worth a try.

What an utter load of nonsense @Winnie Harper. Too Lazy to mention eryone else

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Gift!: WOO

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interacting with @Jack Warren and @Nicholas McCowan
In effect: lovely kweature, terrible presence (x by calming.P if any), non-h enthu, evasive mans

STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9