Fall Ball 2021 Samhain Festival

Interacting| @Thomas Lestrange Mentioning| @Marion Davenport | @Erin Ryan

Outfit Minus the Locket Reducio

Action| Attempting to leave the thread following Thomas after Marion

Long legs carried Howard forward as his eyes scanned the scene before him. The signs of conflict were evident as missed spells scorched grass and the looks of pain, fear and anger were etched across people's faces. However, his mind would focus on those he was fated to. Thomas Lestrange was attempting to leave the scene with Santario in tow. He called to him, but for what purpose? A call to arms? To call him out? Perhaps just the forces of fate coursing through his body as a guttural call to the skies would reunite them to finish business left far too long.

Howard's red eyes would shift towards another familiar face. Well, once familiar as Erin now looked more animal than human. He still wouldn't be able to totally wrap his head around what was happening to her, but one thing he did know was that he was bound to her until the end. The darkness that had bonded them so long ago had to be broken if he was going to ever move forward. For so long her presence had driven him down those darkened paths. The anger he felt within filled her void and protected him from his pain. A terrible dance that only further damaged the two, but in this moment Howard would feel something different when he locked eyes with her. A twinge that made his heart skip a beat and tightened his throat. A feeling of ineptitude mixed with guilt and sorrow. He had failed her...they had all failed her. In this last moment they rallied around her, but something in her feral eyes carried a finality to it. Unbeknownst to Howard there was little time left before she was lost forever, but a part of him could almost sense it. With a long exhale he would ready himself. One way or another.

Action: Entering the Festival.

Interacting | Mentioning: @Victor Moore | @Percival Rainwood

If Victor is no longer bound

Ileen couldn't help but stare at him. She didn't know enough about his relationship and past with Mario or Vlad to be able to relate the emotions reflected in his face. But whatever it was, possibly it made him give up. She knew there was something to his words - if they wanted to hunt him down, he wouldn't be safer elsewhere. Maybe for tonight. Maybe for tomorrow, but eventually they would fight him again.
Ileen exuded the same helplessness she had felt back in the fight club. He was being chased by something he couldn't outrun. And she couldn't protect him. But she didn't want that to be true.
"Don't say that. It's never too late." Ileen wasn't ready to accept his death. He seemed to see it as inevitable, but she wouldn't let that happen. Not while she could still fight. Her deep despair stemmed from his emotions. That he was giving up. That he accepted that it was possibly over for him.
Tears of despair and anger rose to her eyes. How she hated this situation! Hate, distrust and anger was everywhere. Nowhere was safe. It slowly poisoned the soul and dragged everyone with it into the shadows. In what world did they live that one had to be afraid of everything and everyone, that one could not go to a stupid ball without being cursed, burned, hurt or even killed?

She clenched her hands into fists and fought the emotions. But she had not expected what came next. Victor would turn to her, another acceptance that his life was coming to an end and would be over again here today.
She felt his hand on her cheek and a moment later his lips met hers. It was not about her for sure. It was about him. It was most likely not connected to her as a person. He didn't want to be with her or wasn't attrackted to her. It was probably just his way to say goodbye to the world. But Ileen didn't think about any of this. She was too overwhelmed with the situation.

It was the first time anyone had ever kissed her, unless one counted the violent crashing together of her and Percival's mouths as they had fallen down the stairs. Ileen had never thought about what that would feel like, but she had assumed for some time that it would be Percival who would be her first kiss. She had a strong connection to the blonde and even though she was not ready to admit that yet, she had feelings for him.
It felt pleasant, but at the same time like goodbye. Ileen stood motionless, too caught off guard to react in any way.

Action: From the post before that - casting Finite Incantatem on Victor
Ability: Sixth Sense, Prodigal Charms Learner, Healing Sage
Stats: Sta:8 | Ev:9 | Str:3 | Wis:11 | Arc:6 | Acc:11

Warning: Post contains a swear word, kids

Interacting with @Hugh Lowe, @Galton Lansdale, @Tyranni Whitethorn, @Jürgen Hess and @Erin Ryan

Serena attempted to chase Erin down. Every moment made her feel so much worse. She was literally chasing the girl down, trying to cast an awful spell at her. She was literally hunting Erin down. Or at least, that was what it felt like. Everything she did, she was doing it because she was convinced that this might actually help her - that there was a chance that this would prevent Erin from turning into a hag, from being eaten alive by slugs on the inside, from having her reflection trapped in a mirror... They had not managed to find the mirror, nor had they managed to free her but that did not mean she was going to give up. She had to do something, anything.

But Erin was fast. Much faster than Serena and Pizza where. She had to be - people were literally attacking her left, right and centre. Her eyes watered a little as the panic flooded through every fibre of her being. The longer this took, the more unlikely they were to stop this. If the boy was right, Erin did not have much time and she was scared. If they could not stop this... she had no idea what would happen. She did not want anyone else to get hurt, of course she did not. But murder? That was not happening. She refused to allow someone to kill another person. Being a hag was not a reason she had to die. No one should have to die, solely because of who or what they are. But if Erin attacked them... and they fought back... Her hands shook at the thought of what might happen. This was not okay.

Serena had no idea what happened. People were throwing spells everywhere. She did not know who was throwing them or why anymore but her eyes remained fixed on Erin, trying to chase her down. They had to stop her. It was that simple. Her eyes widened as she spotted the Slytherin suddenly stop. Erin Ryan had finally been stopped. It was now or never. Hugh was right... "Spray that repellent on as many as you can..." She instructed the girl from earlier (Tyranni) who she had thrown her slug repellent can at. Whether or not the girl listened to her was irrelevant to Serena. It was the wise thing to do but there was no time for that now. Her feet were already moving. Towards Erin.

She made her way closer to Erin, trying to close the distance to avoid missing this spell. There was no room for failure right now. There was no hesitation as her wand lifted. She did not have time to hesitate anymore, nor did she have the choice, "Slugulus Eructo," She whispered, pointing it straight at the unmoving Erin. She wanted to apologise but what was the point? Erin would not believe her. But she was truly sorry that she had to do this. This was not what she wanted to be doing. Nonetheless, she apologised, "I'm so sorry, Erin... I promise... this, all of this... is to help you," She would say, even though she had no idea if the Slytherin could hear her.

She heard someone scream something about how the hag must die. She did not know who but they were not going to touch Erin, who she was assuming was the one who was being spoken about here. "NO! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER,", She attempted to dash forward, trying to stop the boy who was approaching Erin with what looked like a knife but she was unlikely to get there fast enough. There was no time but she raised her wand, ready to cast the next spell at the boy (Hess). If he killed her... No. No. NO. No one deserved this. No one. Serena did not care if Erin was a full-fledged hag, she did not deserve to be stabbed in the bac- neck. Pizza would dash for the boy, as though he understood his owner's desire to stop him. He might not have been a slug but Pizza would attempt to bite him nonetheless.

What had Erin actually done wrong? Being a hag did not mean she needed to die. The worst thing she had done was bite people. People who were attacking her. It was self-defence, even if they were trying to help. If she did not trust that then she was just trying to protect herself. Hags were deemed as cruel, they were seen as monsters, they ate children... and sure, they needed to be stopped if the latter was true but Erin had not done that. And there was an azkaban that was meant to punish those who did evil. But right now? The real monster was not the hag in the room. It was the evil who thought they were justified in murdering her for something she had not even done, for something she may never do... There was no guarantee Erin was even going to become a hag. Even if it happened to everyone infected by hag slugs before, there was no guarantee that this case would be the same. There was a chance, as small as it might be, that it would be different this time. That Erin would not turn. That even if she did, she would not do anything worthy of being called 'cruel'. That chance might have been small but Serena was not giving up.

SERENA'S ACTION: Casting Slug Vomiting Charm on Erin
Pizza Rat's Action: Bite Jurgen Hess

Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 13 | Strength: 1 | Wisdom: 15 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 10
Abilities: Part-Goblin, Evasive Maneuvers, Beastmaster
Fifth-Year Armour: +10% auto-dodge on attacks [=20% auto-dodge overall]

Pizza Rat 200/200 Health
Can bite a target, inflicting them with 25 damage and a diseases status -1 evasion (stacks up to 3 times) on a single target per attack.

Trunk Items: Wand, Invisibility Cloak, Magical Candle (unlit), Repellent for Slugs
Other Items: Gideon's Sugar-free Candy (acquired here)

Outfit of the Day (with winged boots and wristguard wand holder)

Interactions: Not really anyone
Mentions: Santario Martin, Thomas Lestrange, Evelynn Decipio, Marion Davenport, Orion Lécuyer, Flash Holmwood, Howard White, and Erin Ryan

With Bridget's declaration Marion was a hag, whether new information to her or confirmation of something suspected, Santario called for Professor Lécuyer. Evidence to support Bridget's interpretation of those lines in her letter, and they could no doubt use an adult's help, but what really caught her attention was her next words. There was an intensity to her that Bridget had never seen before, different than the determined focus of a duelling match. Hag or not, the words were concerning. What was going on with her? "Santario..." It wasn't a true confrontation, words maybe too quiet to even go noticed. Her brows furrowed in concern. Sure, she kind of wanted to see Marion burn, but how far were they going to go?

But now was not the moment to stand idly pondering that. For now, she would focus on her objective of neutralizing the threat, and then she could worry about what happened next. The magic built up within her to a crescendo, pushed near-perfectly through the wood of her wand. It was well-placed, too, probably better than most of her casts under pressure, but Marion managed to twist out of the way. One by one, their spells were avoided: Thomas' revealing efforts, Santario's fire, another Freezing Charm from a masked figure. Someone tried to jump on her--who, she couldn't quite make out at the speed it happened--but they also met nothing but air. That was probably a good thing, actually, if her hypothesis about Marion's magic requiring physical contact was right.

Worry at their inability to land a hit on her might have built then had Marion not turned to flee. Drama continued all around, including a confusing number of Slug-Vomiting Spells, and perhaps the hag was using that as cover. Whatever the case, she was getting away. Something of a relief at that very moment, but if she got away, what consequences would there be down the road? But what were they going to do? With her running, distance quickly increasing, the chances of landing a spell were slim. And they couldn't just follow a hag, away from the safety of a crowd...

Or they could. After he'd charged at Marion the second he saw her, she didn't even know why she was surprised when Thomas turned, stating that he had to finish this, before chasing after. That had Santario running after him, and maybe Howard and Flash had heard his summons; she'd completely lost track of Flash in the chaos. The darkening skies, clouded skies dropping the first taste of rain, didn't help her quick attempt to see if he was nearby. Raindrops landed on bare skin, wet and cold and promising a less-than-pleasant ball as if it wasn't already. Why hadn't she brought a sweater? But that was a fairly irrelevant concern at the moment. She had to make up her mind on what to do, and quickly.

She had little desire to be involved in whatever Thomas had in mind, and she had a good idea of what that might be. It wasn't likely 'finishing this' meant a pleasant exchange of farewells, and Santario had mentioned killing her several times. Bridget was not mentally prepared for such a thing. She really should have considered this earlier, now not the time to wrestle with morality or whatever. But the thing was, if such severe ends were where this went, wasn't it just as likely, if not more so, that Marion would kill Thomas and Santario? She was fairly certain a two on one against a hag made for terrible odds. Besides, her commitment to them might be more nebulous, but Flash could be going and he was her friend and ally, a promise existing there to have his back even if it hadn't been said outright.

The best decision she could come to in that moment, sentiment and logic cobbled together, was to follow. That way she could step in if needed, and how could she live with herself if something happened, if she'd stayed behind? Leaving Thora behind at the Masquerade Ball two years ago had been bad enough and nothing had even happened to her. She could at least be back-up. And so, mind made up, she gripped her wand a little tighter and raced after.

Action: Attempting to leave the thread following Santario following Thomas following 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

the program i use didn't add gif here if i can fix it i will put it

DATE:29th OCTOBER 2021

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Clothes:

Finally, the day Dancelos had been waiting for came. Of course, everyone was excited about this day, but her was different. Maybe it was because of her like for Fedya, which she couldn't even explain to herself.

The person looking at her now would have thought she was a sweet and delicate girl. She had turned into a soft girl with her plain white dress.She actually wanted to wear a dark dress, but changed her mind when she saw this dress that her grandmother had sent. She knew she liked old-fashioned dresses and had sent this dress two weeks before prom. It was a simple and beautiful dress, but her mind changed when Dancelos approached the prom place, her dress was too plain for the other girls.Her face fell a bit because of her dress. At that moment, she heard shouts and fights from the side. Seriously,do they fight even today!While trying to get away from there, she suddenly found herself among people kissing. NO,NO! It was disgusting to watch and not something she wanted to do today. She immediately tried to get rid of the couples, bumping into some of them and then 'Are you blind!' the words were heard.
Finally she came out and straightened her dress, and when she looked up she realized that Fedya was waiting for her. She wasn't going to lie, he was really handsome. The suit gave him a different look. She straightened her hair, which was not in place even today, and immediately went to him.
+I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.

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Mentions:@Maggie Hawkins

Action: Entering the Festival

Interacting: @Selim Faust | @Percival Gray
Mentioning: @Serena Towers | @Erin Ryan

Interacting with: @Liana Kerr @Avery Chen @Vale Ashwood @Maggie Hawkins @Matthew Gray

There was no denying that the aura surrounding the group of first years, was a good mixture of a fiery fury that seemed to be heating up by the second, and a particular level of confusion that Enrico thought (and wished) he created. Had there already been some sort of meddling within the group, the Hufflepuff was not aware, he seemed to be the last person to arrive, regardless of how unexpected his presence was. However, if he was to distinguish some of the looks that appeared in front of him, he could see that there had not been a lot of happy faces - especially on the red-head, whom he could, surprisingly enough, remember.

They shared a train compartment together. Their conversation had been an interesting one, and the only reason why he did remember her was that she was the first witch (other than himself) whom he had encountered. Like… ever! Naturally, he thought of it as a pretty cool dynamic. What bothered him the most though was that she looked upset. It was a party - no one should be looking so sad while attending a party. It was one of the best events of the season - Halloween - with all the candy available, games and pranks to be played and pulled, and activities to participate in, what could possibly make Liana Kerr’s night so miserable?

Had his attention not been grasped by another girl, trust and believe that Enrico would have loved nothing more than to be filled in on what was going on. However, being described as ‘looking like a Kleenex’ was probably the oddest of things. Really weird idea and concept, had an element of surprise in it too. The grin on the boy’s mouth said it all - except no one could see his face, and he spoke with a muffled voice, and though he kept a rather loud voice at all times, he tried his best to speak at a higher and louder pitch, just so he could make certain that he was being understood.
“A kleenex?!” He retaliated, sounding mad at first, but then, he laughed it off. “My mum used those! I guess you’re right though, the flows and bits at the end collaborate perfectly together.” Enrico described what was only but a piece of fabric as the richest, most glamorous dress on earth.

“But yes! A ghost costume! Quite fitting right? I’m surprised by the lack of creativity in most outfits tonight - quite frankly disappointing. You’ve got something going though,” he pointed his finger at the girl who matched his outfit with kleenex. Did he get the reference? No. But he sure knew it was from somewhere-something.
“Of course I remember you! Hard to forget a redhead… that’s what my mum says. Dunno why, I guess she just likes pumpkins.”

“But glad to make everyone’s acquaintance,” especially of the boy who informed him of the food available just a little bit further along the way.
“I don’t know about the actual ghosts… not that I’m not a real one. Boo! You know? But I’ll go mad if I don’t satisfy my cravings right now.” Enrico’s belly roared louder than a starving lion as he imagined the trailing juice of syrup off a pancake.

Rico couldn’t help but agree more with what the girl-in-a-rather-odd-but-cool costume had just suggested. Things had already seemed to be awkward for the lot, maybe all they needed was a little bit of distraction and the world could continue spinning. The Hufflepuff excitedly pointed his fingers at the girl who went by the name Vale, so to further support her idea. She sounded like someone who could punch him in the face and he’d thank her for it.

“I know I just joined you but--” he cleared his throat, pretending he was kindly asking for permission to proceed and enjoy the night with them, fully aware that he’ll accompany them regardless “--I’m sure we can resolve whatever intensity we’re facing as quickly as sugar in water if we were to take a walk.” He concluded with a happy tone that did not fit the vibe.

And yes, it was ‘we’ already.

Galton was in the zone as he tore through the crowd spraying repellent; creating a soon-to-be slug kill-box. He was so entranced in fact, that it took a moment to register that he'd almost been the one puking slugs. A flash of magic had whizzed by, the small boy side-stepped out of reflex as he continued to spray. His gaze shot up in a questioning manner when he fully realized what had just happened. He shot accusatory glaces around at those nearby and finished up his ring. It was time.

Hugh's directions rang clear through the brisk night's air. Erin had been caught, and they needed to act. He was pondering where to use his remaining repellent... Another ring, or some cologne for the participants? That was until he saw his friend re-appear. The stupid, stupid boy had a knife. Whatever Hugh had done to his must have left some real damage to have him try something so stupid.

"Jürgen, NO!" was all he could think to shout. Galton's legs moved before he'd even though about it. If Jürgen was to make it close to Erin, his knife would not be finding her flesh. It would find Galton's (or Galton hoped at least). If Hess was stopped however, Galton would use the time to spray those closes' clothes with some repellent.

Outfit: Robes (seasonal colors)
Inventory: Wand, repellent for slugs, 2x jelly slugs, sherbet lemon.
Stats/Abilities:

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STAMINA: 11
EVASION: 12
STRENGTH: 3
WISDOM: 11
ARCANE POWER: 5
ACCURACY: 10

Abilities:
Evasive maneuvers
Spell Spread
Evasive Maneuvers II
Blindvision

Action: Trying to take the stab from Jürgen Hess if he makes it to Erin. If not, will spray repellent on some peoples clothes who are close by (Not sure if we can do conditional actions, if not, totally fine using the action just to try to take the stab)
Interacts with: @Hugh Lowe, @Erin Ryan, @Serena Towers, @Jürgen Hess, and anyone else around Erin