Fall Ball 2021 Samhain Festival

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Chaos continued its destruction across the festival as spell-weaving teens attacked each other. The storm loomed closer, their own call for disorder roaring through the darkened clouds. A miracle wouldn't happen tonight and Hogwarts wouldn't see its perfect, happy festival.

Many would attempt to keep Erin Ryan trapped within the circles of slug repellant. Xailah Alptraum would be the first to rush forward in attempt to swiftly grapple the blonde before she could find another snack or escape the rings.

Grapple
Xailah's Acc
19 + 10 = 29
Erin's Eva
19+13 = 32

While both were incredibly fast, Erin managed to escape the troublesome grasp of Xailah. It would only be the first attempt of many, however, that Erin weaved past in order to escape and taste Percival Gray.

Exposimise Serena's Wisdom 18 + 15 = 33 Serena's Acc 2 + 10 = 12 Erin's Eva 20 + 13 = 33 Petrificus Totalus Illowy's Wisdom 16 + 10 = 26 Illowy's Acc 5 + 10 = 15 Erin's Eva 9 + 13 = 22

Slugulus Eructo Galton's Wisdom 10 + 11= 21 Galton's Acc 2 + 10 = 12 Erin's Eva 11 + 13 = 24 Bite Erin's Acc 17 + 10 = 27 Percival's Eva 6 + 8 = 14 Damage 25 * 15 = 375 hp, -75/round (bleeding)

The only person would be hit during this endeavor was Percival Gray, preoccupied with other issues. He would find himself with a new gash and sharp pain as Erin proved once again how sharp her teeth were. Blood continued flowing from this new injury- it was clear that this bleeding wouldn't stop on its own. Still, Percival Gray had something and someone else to focus on- Victor Moore and the wonderful freezing spell. But first, Jack Burnett and Amibear would try their hand- or paw- at physical force.

Bite Ami's Acc 8 + 4 = 12 Victor's Eva 9 + 12 = 21

Tackle Jack's Acc 12 + 7 = 19 Victor's Eva 14 + 12 = 26

While a bear jaw was certainly stronger than a human's, perhaps it was not prepared for the task at hand. Teeth would clamp down on air, wand and hand still safe for now. Jack's tackle, while better, would still be outmaneuvered. With no impact, the worry was now staying up instead of face first into the dirt. Spells were perhaps the better way to go.

Immobulus Percival's Wis 17 + 7 = 24 Percival's Acc 19+11=30 Victor's Eva 10 + 12 = 22 Victor's EM2 1 (failure) Duration 3 = 2 rounds

Immobulus Victor's Wisdom (spell spread DC= 14 +2 > 16) 8 + 6 = 14

Had the wand been damaged after all? Victor's attempts at more only ended in less as the spell failed to cast. Bridget and Percival wouldn't have to worry about being frozen this time. But revenge came strong as Percival's own Immobulus hit Victor squarely in the chest. Frozen in time, the boy was a significantly easier target.

Others had their smaller squabbles or conversations. Marion would attempt to touch Thomas, while he in return would cast Revelio on the girl. Ultimately, nothing would result from either action, leaving the two where they were before.

Touch Marion's Acc 15 + 5 = 20 Thomas's Eva 18 + 10 = 28

Revelio Thomas's Wisdom 6 + 8 = 14 Thomas's Acc 1 + 10 = 11 (crit miss) New Target? Bloom Silverton chosen Straight Acc 8 Bloom's Eva 18 + 8 = 26

While the spell would cast, it would fly uselessly away. Bloom wouldn't even need to notice the spell coming towards her as it shot up and dissipated.

The Battle between Hugh and Jurgen was at a stand still as one was stuck and the other without a wand. The momentary stand still would provide both enough time to attempt their wants, neither in the position of guaranteed success.

Break Hugh's Str 18 + 10 = 28

Grab Jürgen's Head Damage [1d10]= 10 (failure)

While Hugh's strength worked against the tape holding him in place, Jürgen's broken head throbbed, a new wave of pain reverberating through. The distraction was enough to miss his discarded wand, remaining on the floor a little longer.

Lena would feel even worse than before, her stomach severely disagreeing with something. A stop to the bathroom would be necessary immediately, all other tasks far from priority.

The positives, however few, would hide in Henry's bandaging charm. While blood still stained Tyranni's dress, it no longer flowed from the gash, now wrapped in clean cloths.

Ferula
Henry's Wisdom
12 + 11 = 23

What Happened?

Serena, Galton, Xailah, and Illowy would all miss Erin.
Percival Gray was bitten by Erin Ryan. He is now bleeding.
Victor failed to cast Immobulus.
Ami and Jack failed to hit Victor.
Victor Moore is frozen in place. She cannot act for 2 rounds. Every round of duration she can make an arcane power check to break out of the spell. DC is 11. Alternatively, Finite will cancel it.
Marion does not touch Thomas.
Thomas does not reveal Marion.
Jürgen is disarmed.
Hugh broke free of the tape.
Lena has diarrhea.
Tyranni is no longer bleeding.

Health Bars

Aurora Ranvier: 365/500
Jürgen Hess: 175/500
Hadrian Zuheir: 200/400
Tyranni Whitethorn: 650/1100
Percival Gray: 325/700 [bleeding: -75 hp]

interacts n/a mentions the chaos

as Maximilien de Fostoncy French | English | #586d9d

Fancy balls held by those intriguing Englishmen was not unfamiliar to Maxi. Being a proud Beauxbatons student that had attended two honorable Hogwarts dances already, Maximilien had formed a rather high opinion of these annual events. He had to admit, sadly, that those Englishmen were actually not very bad organizers, even if he once thought that they were not.

It had rather been a universal law now, that Maximilien René Pascal Jacques Vincent Louis de Fostoncy was known for being late for events. And it was so today. Alright, Maxi had never been exactly an on-time person - and Monsieur le Comte certainly did not approve of that. He’d been scolded, been gifted a muggle watch (the only muggle artifact he possessed, though sadly Maxi lost it when he was daydreaming one day in the family estate), but it was no use. The boy was fairly glad to arrive late. As he’s arrival today would be a never-mind to others - he was dateless - why couldn’t Maxi just keep this little habit?

And so dateless and full of French pride, Maximilien showed up at the Samhain Festival, when everybody else seemed to start having fun a long time ago. It didn’t concern him much about joining the ball without a lovely lady by his side, as Maxi was fully convinced that he could still have fun dateless. That couldn’t be very bad - he was always like that, alone and lost in his own dreams. But, oh, he had to first defeat the crowd. Or in the other words, people. Having taken a favor in quietness since a fairly young age, Maxi was never used to being around loud ones - obnoxious, they were, and Maxi despised that. They were people who were unmannered, and obviously they did not belong to the same world - pureblood off not, he didn’t care, but a mannerless person was undoubtedly useless to mingle with.

He frowned at the noisy crowd who seemed busy involving in some sorts of fights, and did an amazing yet haughty hair flip at them. After that, Maximilien took a deep breath, and headed for the main area of the honorable Hogwarts fall ball.

just a short intro post, as Maxi leaves for the fall ball.

Interacting: @Tyranni Whitethorn | @Percival Gray
Mentioning: @Santario Martin | @Victor Moore| Loki |@Erin Ryan | Chaos

Interacting: @Victor Moore | @Percival Rainwood
Mentions: @Bridget Collins | @Percival Gray | @Jack Burnett | @Santario Martin

Ileen still stood motionless, held upright only by Victor, the boy who balanced her. She could not turn her head and her field of vision was limited. Blurredly, she recognized a figure that had approached Victor. Was that Jack Burnett? The brief exchange between the two was incomprehensible to her, Santario's words ringing in Ileen's ears while she was in this strange position, next to the boy she had wanted to protect. She had known, when she had met him at the beginning of the school year, that he was different. But who were they to judge when a living being with a consciousness was allowed to live and when not? When it was evil and when it was not? She had never seen Victor do anything evil, rather it had always been him who had had to take it. Ileen had already decided then that she would eradicate this injustice and protect him. She herself had often been treated unfairly. Maybe that's why she felt a deep attachment to the fourth grader, maybe because she hadn't been able to save him the first time and now here was another chance? Even now he was only defending himself and not attacking anyone. She herself had just been frozen by him. Not harmed. And still people were shouting that he should be held and not let out of sight. He heard his defense, but it didn't matter to her. She would stand by him anyway.

Ileen had no idea what she had gotten herself into. She had expected that the darkness would come to take Victor back. Not her classmates. Inwardly she screamed. Many of the students at Hogwarts had done terrible things. No matter if they were human or not. If Victor's consciousness was still here, she would protect him. No matter what happened. Only she couldn't do anything right now.
She would like to tell them to stop. But why would anyone listen to her? She was a nobody. For the first time in years, tears came to her eyes. Tears of helplessness.
And then she heard her name. Called by a familiar voice. Percival. She couldn't see him because she couldn't turn her head. Finally he was here!
But at first he didn't seem to make her situation any better. He yelled at Victor, who let go of her shortly after. He cared about her. That was all that counted to her at that moment. His words burned into her memory as he released his hand from her arm, leaving her in the shaky, very short balance. Probably it was better that way, because just a second later he took a step away from her as Jack Burnett lunged at him.

Her thoughts raced as she began to tilt again. She didn't worry if anyone would hold her. More like whether Perscival would help her defend Victor, or whether he would turn on her, too.
But as she started to fall, she felt the feeling return to her muscles.
With a swift step she caught herself and managed to keep herself from falling over, stumbling against Percival and holding onto him. By Merlin, she was so relieved that he was here. Those emotions were clearly written all over her face. He would notice that she looked at him like he was the savior in need. It was the second time they were here, together. And were able to save someone. "Percival! Thank Merlin, you are here! You have to help me!"
Her eyes were wide and all color had drained from her face. A few strands had already come loose from her hairstyle and were falling onto her naked shoulders. She looked as a bundle of nerves. But she had no time for more. No time for explanations.
She saw the flash of light from the corner of her eye, saw how Victor was hit and now froze to a pillar of salt himself.
She whirled around with rustling dress and now returned the favor and held him tightly, so that he did not fall. "STOP IT!" She addressed her fellow students. With a quick movement she pushed herself between the attackers and Victor. Her eyes wandered to his face and then on to Percival. The fierce determination was written on her face. She would not allow anyone to hurt this boy. And she begged Percival to trust her and stand by her. Would he do that?

Action: Trying to shield Victor from attacks
Ability: Sixth Sense, Prodigal Charms Learner, Healing Sage
Stats: Sta:8 | Ev:9 | Str:3 | Wis:11 | Arc:6 | Acc:11

Selim Text Color: #4d0f25
Aku Text Color: #614f6d

"Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, it seems to me most strange that men should fear seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come."- William Shakespeare's 'Julius Caesar'

If Henry's magic fails Selim will soak some of his bandages in disinfectant and apply them to Gray's wounds.

If Henry's spell is successful Selim will pocket the disinfectant and bandages and instead actively defend all three of them if Erin strikes again. If there are any attacks Selim will use his convenient chopsticks as stabbing weapons (aiming for the eyes if it's Erin).

Full Outfit:

Reducio

Interactions: @Victor Moore, @Ileen Knight, @Santario Martin, and @Marion Davenport
Mentions: Thomas Lestrange, Percival Gray, Percival Rainwood, Jack Burnett, Ami Proccopio, Henry Knight, and Erin Ryan

This wasn't working, her attempt to will out of the spell, was it? She could only wait for it to wear off, and the uncertainty of when it would made her stomach turn. Thomas was still okay, his backpedaling just keeping him out of Marion's reach. But the others to come to his side weren't making any significant moves to help, and it could only be a matter of time until she got to him. Was she going to be absent again as Marion exacted horrors on a friend?

In came her savior: Ileen Knight, duelling teammate and someone she respected. She was unable to explain, to supplement her side of the story with Victor's interpretation. Their underclassman wouldn't heed his directive to leave; she looked confused, but must have pieced together Bridget's magically-induced stillness, lifting her wand to cast the countercurse.

The spell released her, and though she stumbled out of it, she'd never been so grateful for the ability to move. Unfortunately, everything was happening quickly again. Victor was turning his wand on Ileen, and her cry of "Wait!" came too late. A splitting off of the spell had been unexpected, one branch of it flying at her; she ducked, head dipping under the cast. One time frozen had been more than enough. She straightened to find Ileen looking much like she must have a moment ago, except she, likely completely unprepared for the attack, was falling, the leaves of her dress reaching for those coating the ground...

Victor caught her. A nice gesture, in a sense--she was glad to see the risk of Ileen hitting her head eliminated--but she was wary of her being in his arms and the fact remained he'd done that to Ileen at all without letting her time to adjust to the situation. It wasn't as if she'd done anything against him. She could understand why he'd immobilized her; in his position, she might have done the same. They were both aiming to protect a friend, though the irreconcilable fact remained those intentions put them at odds. And had anything happened to Thomas while she was frozen, she wouldn't have forgiven him.

She would have liked to return to aiding Thomas, that the bigger threat pounding in her mind. But Ileen. No, she couldn't leave yet, the girl paying the price for helping her. She tightened her grip on her wand, Finite practically on her tongue. This was a different situation, though, with her in Victor's arms; she hesitated. From what she'd seen of them, she didn't think Victor would hurt Ileen, nor did she want to perpetuate this cycle of immobilizing and releasing. He might react badly if she pointed her wand anywhere near him. After all, he'd frozen Ileen for a harmless counterspell, so why would he be any kinder if she tried? "Sorry, Ileen," she muttered. For pulling you into this.

She was still trying to figure out what to do. Talk it out? Would that take too long? Was that even a possibility at this point? Or should she just wait in proximity for the spell to fade? Disarm him? A voice calling for Jack and Percival caught her attention. That was Santario's voice and she was talking about Victor, so of course Bridget was going to listen. He died, yes. She recalled Santario taking Victor's pulse, or rather the lack of it; she hadn't mentioned anything like 'bugs' at the time, though that could be explained as not knowing what it was right away. But could she trust what Santario said? She didn't think she was lying, as Victor was quick to accuse, and she never would have had that thought were it not for the recent weirdness, the cryptic words and letter. Could this be another riddle? Maybe he was only figuratively full of bugs, whatever that meant. This felt different, though, sure and clear, and she had run to Thomas, the defense of a friend Bridget would have expected normally. The Santario she was seeing was the one she knew, enough so were it not for the 'HELP ME' hidden in her letter she would have second-guessed if perhaps it just was a fluke week, if her cramps excuse had been all it was.

So, if Santario was right? If Victor was a sack of bugs, then what? It made sense, in a way, an explanation for his return as resurrection wasn't supposed to be possible. She hadn't known Victor before he died, so couldn't say if his mind, or spirit, or whatever, still seemed intact. He acted just like a person, though, perhaps less the late invitation and weirdly phrased greeting, all of which could be chalked up to teenage awkwardness. And if there was nothing of the original Victor left, what would the real Victor have wanted? The imposter destroyed? Could she even have a part in the death of another Victor?

Where she hesitated, unsure, others were spurred to action. Percival's voice rang loud and clear over to them, followed by the incantation she'd heard plenty tonight already. The other Percival was drawn over, too, moving to free Ileen. Right... she likely should have done that already. This was all going to hell anyways, voices angry, so what would it matter if lifting her wand again was taken as an affront? Jack, formulating her reasons for casting Depulso better than she likely could have if she'd actually tried to, went in to... tackle him? Percival had asked for restraint, she supposed, and she'd rather the one doing it be Jack than someone with violent intentions towards Victor. All the same, dread pooled in her stomach. She had the feeling where this was going and no clue where she stood in it.

There was nothing like the declaration someone was going to 'take you down' to snap you out of uncertainty. What move to make was murky, but she had no interest in continuing this game of freeze tag. "Victor, stop-" He was already incanting, another Immobulus. Not again, she couldn't let herself become useless. She made to move to the side, only to hear the growl, see the mass of fur barreling past her, and she skidded to a halt, wide-eyed. She'd somehow half-forgotten about the literal bear, or whatever the hell this was, now barreling towards Victor. Seriously, why was there a bear here? Had it wandered in from the forest? How concerned should they be? Might it be more magical than true bear? With it so close, her senses at least had her convinced she wasn't imagining it.

It was, to say the least, an awful lot at once. Jack and the bear both missed, she turned back to Victor's wand to watch it do nothing but spark, and then he was hit with Percival's spell, frozen in place. As helpless as she had been, though would he have anyone back him up? Ileen. Despite being rather unfairly frozen, herself, she stepped in front of him and asked for everyone to halt. Bridget would. She hadn't wanted to fight Victor, only ever protect Thomas. She had no clue what to do if he was something constructed by the hags. To fire against him, especially while defenseless, seemed wrong, but she couldn't do what Ileen was doing, either. Her thoughts on the matter were an unhelpful jumble. Relief that he could no longer target her? Guilt for failing some version of him again?

Head shaking, she took a slow step away. We could have been friends. Maybe, had she not been such a shy second year, had they known each other before. Maybe, if the battle lines hadn't been drawn for them, she would have given him a dance tonight. But it was too late now, the realization carrying something like regret. She took another step and nearly crushed the box of chocolates underfoot. That and the bright flowers had been forgotten since she dropped them, crowded out by spells and sides and weird things like bears. Her eyes lifted from the discarded items to the eyes that matched the petals' blue. "I'm sorry I dropped your flowers." The apology seemed out of place, and insincere in the literal sense considering she'd forgotten so quickly about releasing them to the earth. What, then, was she trying to say? Sorry that the smile he'd come up with had left so quickly, perhaps. That she wasn't willing to shield him from being torn apart by her peers.

One last glance at the scene, and then a pivot, faster steps to what she was sure of: keeping her friends safe. Her beeline slowed at the sight of Erin Ryan assaulting Percival Gray. Oh god, was that blood? What was happening? Without context and with Henry hurrying to aid, she decided to stay out of that. A resumed hurry to Santario's side, watching as Thomas again escaped Marion's grasp. Did she need physical contact to do anything? That was what she kept trying for, so it seemed a sensical conclusion. There was no time for greeting Santario, for saying her dress looked lovely; she stepped up beside her like they used to on the duelling piste, eyeing the drawn but unused wand held in again dirty fingers. Another sign Santario wasn't herself, or just pause to assess the situation? Or maybe she didn't know what was going on; would Thomas have told her about Marion with everything going on? "Santario, Marion is a hag." Better to be sure that rather relevant detail was known. "I think she can only attack in close range," she added a second later, like they were strategizing against any other opponent, sizing up their strengths and weaknesses.

Except they weren't. This was no school-sanctioned duel, with nurses waiting and the promise no damage would be lasting. She would be a fool to think she could take on a hag when all she'd ever read was that they were dangerous, matches for even skilled witches and wizards. Nothing Marion had done yet matched what she'd imagined as a hag's power level, though. Or what if that was on purpose? Bridget had thought it awfully audacious of her to come at Thomas here, outnumbered as she was if the student body converged on her. If. As it was, she'd done nothing grand, nothing to give herself away as a huge threat, that even looked like a true attack without context, and very few had come at her for it. Maybe Marion could do far worse, maybe this was her warm-up. Thomas had possibly worked out the same thing; she had no clue where he'd been going with this, but the spell selection indicated an intent to expose her. Perhaps she looked like a hag underneath.

Still, she was too close to him for comfort. If she was right about Marion needing to touch Thomas to hurt him, the best thing to do would be to ensure staying out of arms-length was easy. And along with an inability to touch anyone, preventing her movement would allow Thomas a better shot with Revelio. Victor had given her just the spell to use. Facing older students was intimidating as it was, so she didn't feel entirely confident turning her wand on a hag, and especially now that she wasn't quite so far away. But if she could just shoot straight, strike true, the situation would be a little more under control, danger not breathing down their necks. "Immobulus."

Action: Casting Immobulus at Marion
Stats: STA: 9 | EVA: 10 | STR: 7 | WIS: 11 | ARC: 8 | ACC: 10
Abilities: Sixth Sense | Evasive Maneuvers | Prodigal DADA Learner | Perfectionist
Outfit: Plaid-patterened dress
Inventory: Wand

• Creatures of the Lake •

There was so much happening and Sylvie was feeling so many emotions right now and she was honestly VERY overstimulated right now. A scrunch of her nose and a squint of her eyes would reveal this and she seemed to shrink away from all the shouting and flying spells. Or maybe she was just constipated. Likely the former. Whatever the case, after taking a moment to recompose herself, the girl took a deep breath and gathered whatever courage she could muster. Which was a lot, as she violently suppressed all other feelings that had tried to overtake her.

"Man, I dunno. This is insane... But whatever we do, we have to hurry." She said as she motioned a "follow me" to Thomas, and took off toward the only other person there that she knew of, that being Galton. Being a no questions asked kind of person, she very much intended to simply go along with whatever was happening because this situation was too out of control to not get involved. Would that make things worse, potentially? Yes! But it didn't matter. Something needed to be done and with a problem of this magnitude, perhaps all hands on deck would be beneficial.

She shouted over the chaos as the two (hopefully Thomas followed along with her), approached Galton. "Immobulus!" A wand was whipped from the waistband of her skirt and a spell was cast at the Erin Ryan, who was currently attempting to maim another student. This was for her own good! It was too late to go back now.

Action: Getting involved and cast Immobulus at @Erin Ryan
Interactions & Mentions: Interacting with @Thomas Baines, @Galton Lansdale, and Erin Ryan

Banner credits to the lovely Sylvie O'Niell, of course

Frozen by indecision if only for a moment, Thomas considered his options. Quick thinking was a strong suit of his, at least traditionally, but considering the recent events that he was involved in his self-doubt was understandable. What if he fumbled again, getting someone harmed in a near-fatal capacity? One thing was for certain, the boy would not be casting Alarte Ascendare any time soon. No ma'am. Lesson learned! Thomas wracked his mind for potential solutions. It seemed like Erin was dodging spells left and right, an absolute parkour artiste. Thomas was taking notes on her form mentally... If he could evade this well? Wow. Perhaps he'd be the dueling superstar he always dreamed to be!

"Man, I dunno. This is insane... But whatever we do, we have to hurry."

"Right." Focus, Thomas. Beckoned by Sylvie's gesture, the boy followed his friend into the fray. Time was of the essence, Erin was under attack... And, he supposed, she was attacking others. It was clear she posed a risk, one that Tom didn't quite understand the gravity of, and even though his initial reaction was one of relative empathy he knew that further inaction would get people hurt. The Ravenclaw had to help, perhaps immobilizing the older student would keep her from causing further harm, as well as keep others from seeing her as a threat. That would accomplish his current goal of finding out just what the matter was with Erin Ryan, as well as ensuring no one got harmed. Yes, he knew exactly what he ought to d-

"Immobulus!"

Okay. Whatever. Steal his flow, why don't you... "Man."

No matter, Thomas could certainly come up with an alternative plan on the fly. Raising his wand at the soon-to-be-hag, the young Ravenclaw took it upon himself to follow up his friend's spell. Sure, Immobulus on its own would freeze the target in place, but a well-placed spell immediately following it could ensure that the target would be swept off their feet.

"Spongify!" If he missed her feet, at least it'd make some part of Erin Ryan marginally less threatening. It'd be hard to grab people with noodle arms after all.

Action: Casting the Softening Charm, Spongify, at Erin Ryan's legs. Perhaps she'll have a hard time attacking people as a result?
Mentions/Interacting with: @Sylvie O'Niell, @Erin Ryan, et cetera.

Stop talking about food? Food is amazing, how can you not talk about it, Samantha wondered, but because her friend had asked her she didn't talk about food anymore. Vivian was playing with the rat while Aldor and Samantha were talking.

"Well, no chocolate for the rat then. I have no problem with that, now there is more chocolate for me." Sam grinned. She loved chocolate, well any kind of candy really, and the more there was for her, the happier she would be.

Samantha watched as Aldor offered Vivian some almonds. "Maybe they have food in the tent, last year at the blossom ball there was food, so maybe this year too." The brunette had no idea if it was normal that there was food at a ball, after all she had only been to one ball in her entire life and this was going to be her second one.

When she mentioned the fighting Vivian was a little too excited, according to Samantha. "I think it was over there," she pointed to where she had seen the students fight, "I have no idea why they are fighting, I kept my distance. They shouldn't be fighting, because it is against the rules, that's all I know." she shrug, she didn't care about why they were fighting. The only reason in her mind why people should be fighting was to save their life, but those students were probably just fighting for a stupid reason.

In contrast to Vivian, Aldor didn't seem to like the fighting that much. When he suggested Vivian to follow her, Samantha nodded. "Yep, let's go." She said and she made her way towards the tent, leaving the festival behind her.

Interacting with @Aldor Humbleglow and @ Samantha Salwis

outfit

The blonde smiled softly at Aldor as he said sorry for talking about food with a nervous smile. "That's okay" she mumbled looking straight into his eyes. That was nothing to be nervous of, well she didn't joke either, she truly wanted them to not talk about marshmallow anymore but that wasn't so serious to be worried but still, she fancied it when he said sorry for this silly matter. "it would get her sick?!-" the blonde shrieked, "- So you're not getting any chocolates, okay Freyja? I'll get you any tasty snacks but chocolates" as she stroked her. It seemed like Aldor was prepared with snacks that he took out a packet of almonds and fed one to her

"Well, that's good for you Sam, it was something else, I would've wanted you to share it with me" she chuckled at Samantha. Well, that's was a joke she wouldn't want to ruin her lipstick that soon, at least that's what she thinks. When Aldor offered her some almonds, the blonde's hand immediately reached for it but stopped with the sudden realisation, "Thanks- but no..." the blonde eyes still glued to where the almonds are even if he put it back inside, "Can I get that later today?". Turning to Sam, "There would be food but I don't think that's safe for us... what if it was spiked just like last time? we better not eat it" as she shook her head side to side.

The blue eyes squinted to where her friend pointed as it was a little blurry to her. "It's not clear..." Maybe it was time she need glasses. No! What was she thinking? that's not possible, her eyes were working fine, it's just her eye makeup or something. There was no problem with her eyes. Before she could get out from her scary thought, Aldor started to get panicky, "Okay, don't worry, we'll move quick" as she intertwined her fingers with his, hoping that would at least calm him a little bit and started walking to the ball beside Sam.

Action Leaving Samhain festival