25 Feb 2022, 23:31
TABLE 3 | Sweethearts Tea Party
Seated at the table with all, currently talking to @David Howard. Open to other interactions.
*Permission to godmod in the manner done so granted by David Howard.
Simon had glanced over just in time to see AngelFyre smile and he felt his stomach drop even more. She was SMILING because Dave Howard asked her to be his valentine. A smile, really? He brushed his hand through his hair that he sometimes did in a nervous manner and then brought his head into both of his hands as Dave began to talk again.
If he spoke one word about a damned kiss, his lips were surely going to meet something and it wouldn't be AngelFyre's own.
To his surprise, it was about leaving not just the table but the Tea Party in general. Okay, so maybe this wasn't a pleasant evening but Simon sat back up straighter and looked to him, not wanting to lose a friendship over his pettiness. Dave was a friend and it wasn't like he knew of Simon's own affections for AngelFyre, no matter what she felt toward either Hufflepuff.
And if anyone had ruined the night so far it was himself. He had made his bed here and now it seemed he was doomed to lye in it as they say. Oh if only they were to be wrong; whoever 'they' may be.
"Dave?" Simon said and watched as he turned to leave, feeling awful. He was taking out his frustrations here on someone else when he needed only be frustrated with himself. "Dave, wait. Come back," he called again, realizing he was still headed in the direction of the corridor to leave.
After a moment Dave turned around to say, "But I thought my job was finished," and Simon wasn't quite sure how to take that. Hell, he wasn't sure how to interpret this whole damn evening to be honest. Did someone slip something into the tea? No, he hadn't even had a sip of it yet. What job was finished? Finding a valentine? Giving a flower? A brisk attempt to steal his girl? ...He was doing it again and Simon sighed.
"Hey, look man. I'm sorry, mate. I just uh, I'm not feeling the best right now and it's making me a little agitated. Emily never showed so we've got an extra seat over here." And luckily that seat would put Dave between Scarlett and Haley and not next t0 AngelFyre.
Be kind to one another. (*iNPC is Miles Thatcher)
David Howard
26 Feb 2022, 02:43
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Angel - #17451b
Dave - #fff79e
Della - #48647c
Haley - #008000
Scarlett - #eeb3ff
Simon - #000080
Was I devastated? Hell no, but Simon was and he even told me that I was free to escape and although I didn’t want to do so, I did it anyways although I wouldn’t exactly use the word escape for what I did although now that I think about it, I probably did escape, but more from Simon’s anger then anything, but also because I wasn’t in the mood to loose a friend today, not that I was ever, but then Simon called my name. “Dave?” I didn’t know what he wanted so I continued walking, leaving him about ten to fifteen seconds to start saying whatever he needed to say before I walked out of hearing range, unless he shouted of course, and Simon probably saw that too which could be the reason why he said “Dave, wait. Come back,”. Well, while I didn’t exactly feel like coming back after he had said “See ya mate!” in a manner that seemed like he very much wanted me to leave, but then again, he probably only wanted me to stop going further with Angel more so then he actually wanted me to leave, so I turned around and promptly said “But I thought my job was finished.” Well, minus the kiss but even if Angel was up to it, I was not going to do it in front of Simon because like I said, I wasn’t in the mood to lose a friend today, but I guess I just made Simon feel like I didn’t want to go back, which was true for a part of me and was the main reason I had just said what I said, so Simon quickly replied with “Hey, look man, I’m sorry, mate. I just uh, I’m not feeling the best right now and it’s making me a little agitated. Emily never showed so we’ve got an extra seat over here.” “So you’re not feeling the best right now huh!?” I exclaimed in a tone that made me seem really angry, despite the fact that I wasn’t but I quickly shifted to my usual cheery self as I quickly started a new sentence: “I'm joking, I’d never go about it like that, mainly because I don't get angry that fast over such dumb reasons, but also because I don’t want to make you more upset then you already are but that's not the point, the point being that last I checked, it was specifically because you aren’t feeling the best right now that I wanted to take a walk with you although I don’t think I said that, but if you’d rather stay at this table then so be it and I promise I won’t do anything that will anger you now that I think I know the cause of your anger, the keyword being think.”
I walked towards the empty seat at the table and sat down right across Angel after which I turned to face Simon and said “Look man, I’m also sorry for what I did, albeit unknowingly but that doesn’t change the fact that I did what I did and that your reaction wasn’t exactly what I was expecting from you, but then again, you probably had no idea what the heck was going on inside my head and had you had the ability to read minds, I don’t think you would’ve done what you did and I guess I wouldn’t have either, or maybe I would now that I think about it, but it would only be because I wouldn’t want to suffer the consequence of my actions had I not done what I did and I’m sure you know what I’m talking about but if you don’t then I’d be more then happy to elaborate if you’re fine with it but to be honest, I think everyone already knows exactly what I mean despite me not actually saying it unless they were all zoned out and weren’t paying attention to a word I was saying which I wish was true, but alas, such is life and we all just happen to be the victims of it am I right? Now let’s just forgive each other for our transgressions against each other and let’s just enjoy this evening of love along with everything to come with it although if the evening is only going to go downhill from now then I strongly fear for myself, and for the rest of us.”
Talking with @Simon Kincaid
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26 Feb 2022, 03:45
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[quote]Feeling somewhat recharged by her possible insight into what might be driving Simon's actions right now, AngelFyre decided she needed to stay focused for the rest of the evening. Her mental and emotional withdrawal from the situation after the lovebirds kissed almost led to a physical altercation between Simon and Dave, and that was just a mind-boggling state of affairs to even be contemplating. There was a lot of nuanced subtext undergirding every word and every action at Table 3, and AngelFyre was long past over it. Time was fast approaching to shine a light on some things and at least give the involved parties... ALL... of the involved parties a fair shake at knowing what was going on and why.
She reached down for her small purse as Simon and Dave were now talking to each other across the table, and she brought out her lipstick tube. As Dave was extemporizing, AngelFyre reached for her partially ripped note and turned it over, scribbling some quick notes. After returning her lipstick to her bag, she decided she reallllly wanted to taste her delicious looking chocolate cupcake. She picked it up and peeled the paper cup back a bit, and carefully began to lick the yummy mound of chocolate frosting. She was doing these things because she hoped it may help to break some ice and others might also relax a bit with their notes and sweets. It also allowed her an indirect avenue to view Simon without turning so directly towards him.
It took everything she had in her to remain seated, but she did. He seemed to be calming down somewhat, and that was wonderful, but he looked confused and miserable. And he was still moving his hand through his hair. AngelFyre learned very early in their meeting in the Rehearsal Room that this was a coping mechanism of his when he was feeling anxious, and while it was endearing then, it made her sad for him in this moment.
She did not bother looking over at Haley. There was no succor for Simon from that corner, that much was clear, and that broke AngelFyre's heart for Haley as much as it did for Simon whether the redhead would ever believe that or not. It would have been healing, quite possibly, if the two had decided to go talk elsewhere and hash whatever they needed to hash out. Maybe in time that would still be possible. Yet, because she was dead on certain nothing she could do or say would make a frog's hair difference to Haley, AngelFyre decided to turn her focus to Simon. She was pretty certain he would welcome some stabilizing force in this madness, so she leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, "How you doing, Mav? She put on a soft smile and when he looked at her, she continued, "You are not alone. You still have your wingman."
@Simon Kincaid @David Howard @Haley Rose
and [quote]Feeling somewhat recharged by her possible insight into what might be driving Simon's actions right now, AngelFyre decided she needed to stay focused for the rest of the evening. Her mental and emotional withdrawal from the situation after the lovebirds kissed almost led to a physical altercation between Simon and Dave, and that was just a mind-boggling state of affairs to even be contemplating. There was a lot of nuanced subtext undergirding every word and every action at Table 3, and AngelFyre was long past over it. Time was fast approaching to shine a light on some things and at least give the involved parties... ALL... of the involved parties a fair shake at knowing what was going on and why.
She reached down for her small purse as Simon and Dave were now talking to each other across the table, and she brought out her lipstick tube. As Dave was extemporizing, AngelFyre reached for her partially ripped note and turned it over, scribbling some quick notes. After returning her lipstick to her bag, she decided she reallllly wanted to taste her delicious looking chocolate cupcake. She picked it up and peeled the paper cup back a bit, and carefully began to lick the yummy mound of chocolate frosting. She was doing these things because she hoped it may help to break some ice and others might also relax a bit with their notes and sweets. It also allowed her an indirect avenue to view Simon without turning so directly towards him.
It took everything she had in her to remain seated, but she did. He seemed to be calming down somewhat, and that was wonderful, but he looked confused and miserable. And he was still moving his hand through his hair. AngelFyre learned very early in their meeting in the Rehearsal Room that this was a coping mechanism of his when he was feeling anxious, and while it was endearing then, it made her sad for him in this moment.
She did not bother looking over at Haley. There was no succor for Simon from that corner, that much was clear, and that broke AngelFyre's heart for Haley as much as it did for Simon whether the redhead would ever believe that or not. It would have been healing, quite possibly, if the two had decided to go talk elsewhere and hash whatever they needed to hash out. Maybe in time that would still be possible. Yet, because she was dead on certain nothing she could do or say would make a frog's hair difference to Haley, AngelFyre decided to turn her focus to Simon. She was pretty certain he would welcome some stabilizing force in this madness, so she leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, "How you doing, Mav? She put on a soft smile and when he looked at her, she continued, "You are not alone. You still have your wingman."
@Simon Kincaid @David Howard @Haley Rose
The magic is real.
3 Mar 2022, 19:46
TABLE 3 | Sweethearts Tea Party
SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED!
@Simon Kincaid | @Haley Rose | @AngelFyre McCubbin
| @Emily R. Brewer | @Della Barfield | @Scarlett Noel | @David Howard
It seemed that Orion was not finished with his parade of roses just yet, because as the next song started a batch of fresh roses started to descend from the ceiling. This time the roses were white, blending in with the decor but still different enough for the first batch. The roses would glide downwards land only at the tables that had not received any of the first batches; 1, 5, 6, 7, 9, 12, 14, and 16. Having already received their roses, tables 2, 3, 4, 8, 10, 11, 13, and 15 were now perhaps a bit less confused and could submit their requests to the harpist. (PLEASE NOTE THAT IF YOUR TABLE HAS RECEIVED A ROSE YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO REQUEST A SONG OR SPOTLIGHT THIS ROUND).
Confession Time!
Characters at your table have the ability to step beneath the spotlight and make a confession or dedicate a song to someone this round. To make a spotlight speech, simply have your character announce they wish to confess. You can lightly godmod Orion casting Lumos Duo on your character. Have them say what they wish to announce in your RP post, and make sure to tag the mod in charge of your table. Staff will post the confession into each thread (so keep in mind the entire ballroom will gain IC knowledge of what you are saying).
To request a song, simply owl the moderator of your thread with the song title, who it is going to, and what the message is. You will need to roleplay your character doing as much (you can simply say they took time to write a request down). Please keep IC rules in mind as if your character insults someone there could be IC repercussions.
CONFESSION AND SONG REQUESTS
Several students decided to take the opportunity to confess their feelings. Just not in the... Erm, traditional way. The spotlight would bob its way over to Erin Ryan, who was just announcing how Nicholas McCowan made her feel... Or something?The song requests also started to come in..."Can't remember saying this but it is probably true," not that she actually believed it but where is the potential fun in that? "As I like my boys a bit plump and you ████ need a bit of meat on your bones I AM JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU, please accept this gift. Also, know I will suck the █████████████ MEANNESS out of anyone that tries to steal you from me." The areas where there were blocked words, well she used her imagination...Anonymous would like to dedicate Space Age Love Song to all the Bachelors and Bachelorettes, go forth and love, you silly kids!Annie would like to dedicate a song to Serena Towers, Wannabe by the Spice Girls. She adds in, "long time no chat, hope things are going well my friend."
HOW YOU LIKE THESE CUPCAKES?
Although the children had decorated the cupcakes (for the most part) the night prior, Orion had made the cupcakes himself on the night of the 12th. He had put a lot of work into the dozens upon dozens of sweets. Thankfully he was a competent baker after years of crafting late-night pastries. Unfortunately, he was also sleep-deprived, which seemed to be a common problem throughout the night. If anything were to help Orion realize he needed help with his restlessness, it was the Tea Party.
That being said, there was something... Special about a few batches of cupcakes. As the night of the 12th wore on, Orion had become tired and had accidentally used a different ingredient. Amortentia. He had realized his mistake and had gone to toss the batches out, but unfortunately, his sweet tooth got the best of him and he took a quick snack break to munch on some of the sweets the house-elves themselves had made. A common ingredient in their food being a forgetfulness potion. Oh dear, it seemed the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had forgotten all about the cupcakes' secret ingredient.
As @AngelFyre McCubbin bit into her cupcake, she might notice it smelled quite possibly like her favourite thing. She just may find the next person who met her gaze to be rather appealing...
Amortentia Rules
1. Consent is important. Please ask your character's victim new sweetheart if it is okay to have your character become obsessed with them.
2. Seeing your own reflection in a teacup is a valid option.
3. For this round only, the length of the effects of the Amortentia is up to you. Taking a bite after this round means accepting the chance that your character might have received an Amortentia cupcake, and your character will be affected for the entire round.
4. If I have missed your character biting into a cupcake, please let me know. From this point on we are asking that if you eat a cupcake, you place the information on the bottom of your post to make it easier for mods.
"I am free and that is why I am lost."
STA 16 | EVA 12 | STR 15 | WIS 9 | AP 7 | ACC 11
STA 16 | EVA 12 | STR 15 | WIS 9 | AP 7 | ACC 11
3 Mar 2022, 21:03
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No matter how much Haley's heart was broken. How much she secretly wanted to just scream and cry - she swallowed it down and the look on Simon's face made it at least a little easier. She couldn't help thinking of Charles. About Charles, the dark side and all the things he had taught her. She tried to ignore her feelings and be proud of herself. Proud that she didn't have an emotional breakdown, at least not here. Not crying, but staying strong and being able to show another side. Simon's face, the realisation that she knew, gave her satisfaction and contentment for that moment.
But the evening had only begun and the whole game continued. With both arms folded in front of her chest, Haley leaned back in her chair and quietly watched the scenes unfold around the table. There came a point when it felt like Haley was a silent spectator in front of the television. As if the actors had forgotten that she was actually part of this play and drama. The sad reality, however, was that it wasn't a play at all. Simon and Dave talked back and forth for a while and Haley couldn't believe it. Simon was so obvious, there was no way he wanted Dave to kiss AngelFyre. It was almost ridiculous, after all Haley was sitting here and officially they were still a couple. But it seemed Simon didn't care one bit. Well, now he knew that Haley had understood what was going on, but she was still even more angry with the boy on her left.
The whole game went on for quite a long time and Haley remained sitting quietly in her chair. At one point another guest came to the table and while everyone was busy with themselves or trying to stop David from kissing AF, Haley greeted the new face at the table. "Hey! You're just in time for the show." Haley smiled broadly at the girl, unable to believe even herself how sarcastic she was about the situation. Charles would be proud of her, she was sure. He would also be one of the first people to get a detailed report from this evening, probably not mentioning that she would be bawling her eyes out later that night.
Haley decided it was time to be part of the whole show again. She straightened up in her chair, moved a little closer to the table and cleared her throat a little louder. She didn't wait for anyone to pay attention to her or for anyone to notice her at all. She leaned to the side towards Simon. "Hey Mister." She addressed him "Before you keep playing your jealousy tour here, you might want to remember that I'm sitting here too. You know, Haley Rose, your girlfriend until we had the.. you know, the talk." She reminded him, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. The last part hurt and for a moment the feelings came rushing up in a big ball. Her eyes watered and she blinked rapidly a few times and pulled back in her chair, hoping Simon hadn't recognised the moment of her weakness.
The only one who fear death are those with regrets
4 Mar 2022, 04:34
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[quote]Simon had no sooner turned to look at her when AngelFyre became vaguely aware of Haley’s voice in the background. Admittedly, AngelFyre was a little distracted for obvious reasons. Any girl in the Ballroom would be. I mean, she was so close to Simon that their cheeks were almost touching. Oh, the exquisite agony! And as if being near him was not enough of a heady sensation, she was also smelling lilacs. This confused her a bit as she had seen no lilacs in the Ballroom, but…oh, who cared. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply her two favorite scents… Simon Ezra Kincaid and the invisible lilacs.
He turned towards Haley without replying to AngelFyre’s attempt to comfort him, but there had been the briefest flash of a moment when his simply mesmerizing golden browns met her seafoam blues. And in that instant, AngelFyre knew what she must do. It was all so clear, really, and she chided herself for having not done it sooner. She had made herself miserable for a month for no reason, silly girl. Surely declaring her love for him openly would of course be the answer to this whole nightmarish, heartbreaking angst she had been feeling for too long. Why had she not thought of it before?
She had told herself earlier that she needed to be more present in the evening’s goings on, but what she was feeling right now was a single-minded desire to confess. Yes! Confess her love to Simon, or as she had long been referring to him in the deepest recesses of her own longing, mo chridhe my heart. There was no way this plan could go wrong; she was just certain of it. Sure, she wanted to be able to focus on just exactly what it was that Haley was saying to him, but AngelFyre knew whatever it was, it would not matter in the long run. Nope. Especially not after her big, Bold, GRAND gesture.
AngelFyre reached for her purse again and grabbed the tried and true lipstick tube. This time she wrote a short note on a napkin and folded it in half. Looking around the room, she caught the eye of one of the house elves and smiled happily at him as he approached. AngelFyre beckoned him to come close and she leaned over and whispered for him to please deliver the napkin to Professor Proulx. Thanking him profusely, AngelFyre was more than convinced that this new strategy of hers would be quite liberating.
Then seeing her cupcake on her plate, the irresistible urge to take another lick and a small bite overtook her, so she did. She was only half aware in that moment that her right foot was rubbing against the back of Simon’s left one as the heavenly scent of lilacs lulled her into a cupcake induced love-stupor.
What a fantastic evening this was turning out to be!!!
@Alois Proulx @Simon Kincaid @Haley Rose @David Howard
and [quote]Simon had no sooner turned to look at her when AngelFyre became vaguely aware of Haley’s voice in the background. Admittedly, AngelFyre was a little distracted for obvious reasons. Any girl in the Ballroom would be. I mean, she was so close to Simon that their cheeks were almost touching. Oh, the exquisite agony! And as if being near him was not enough of a heady sensation, she was also smelling lilacs. This confused her a bit as she had seen no lilacs in the Ballroom, but…oh, who cared. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply her two favorite scents… Simon Ezra Kincaid and the invisible lilacs.
He turned towards Haley without replying to AngelFyre’s attempt to comfort him, but there had been the briefest flash of a moment when his simply mesmerizing golden browns met her seafoam blues. And in that instant, AngelFyre knew what she must do. It was all so clear, really, and she chided herself for having not done it sooner. She had made herself miserable for a month for no reason, silly girl. Surely declaring her love for him openly would of course be the answer to this whole nightmarish, heartbreaking angst she had been feeling for too long. Why had she not thought of it before?
She had told herself earlier that she needed to be more present in the evening’s goings on, but what she was feeling right now was a single-minded desire to confess. Yes! Confess her love to Simon, or as she had long been referring to him in the deepest recesses of her own longing, mo chridhe my heart. There was no way this plan could go wrong; she was just certain of it. Sure, she wanted to be able to focus on just exactly what it was that Haley was saying to him, but AngelFyre knew whatever it was, it would not matter in the long run. Nope. Especially not after her big, Bold, GRAND gesture.
AngelFyre reached for her purse again and grabbed the tried and true lipstick tube. This time she wrote a short note on a napkin and folded it in half. Looking around the room, she caught the eye of one of the house elves and smiled happily at him as he approached. AngelFyre beckoned him to come close and she leaned over and whispered for him to please deliver the napkin to Professor Proulx. Thanking him profusely, AngelFyre was more than convinced that this new strategy of hers would be quite liberating.
Then seeing her cupcake on her plate, the irresistible urge to take another lick and a small bite overtook her, so she did. She was only half aware in that moment that her right foot was rubbing against the back of Simon’s left one as the heavenly scent of lilacs lulled her into a cupcake induced love-stupor.
What a fantastic evening this was turning out to be!!!
@Alois Proulx @Simon Kincaid @Haley Rose @David Howard
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The magic is real.
5 Mar 2022, 04:22
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Still spiraling into more drama with the entire table and then some. Open to interactions so long as this boy survives
Only going to go downhill from here. Dave was absolutely right.
When AngelFyre began to talk to whisper to him, he leaned a little closer to help her out and caught the look on Haley's face for a brief moment and tossed AngelFyre an apologetic look before leaning back forward in his chair. His night had succeeded in making both his nerves shot and his stomach upset and he hadn't even eaten one of the overly sweet and laced baked goods, thankfully!
Haley then snapped at him, suggesting that he was being too jealous and all right in front of her. Jealous? Of who? What? All he did was - well... - all he did was play jealous and overprotective of AngelFyre. She mentioned being his girlfriend until they've had the talk. The talk? Like, a break up talk?
Truth of the matter was that Simon knew he needed to end things with Haley Rose because it wasn't right to be with her when he had grown such a close connection to another but he didn't want to break up with her today. Today was Valentine's Day. Today was his Birthday. Today was a very public Hogwarts event with nearly the entire staff and student body in attendance.
"I really don't think now is the time or here is the place," he said softly, sort of under his breath, but he was pretty sure his perceptive Gryffindor girlfriend would hear him as her focused seemed to be entirely on him right now. He glanced over to her, and if she'd look his way at all his eyes would connect with hers sadly. She knew. He knew she knew. And she knew that he knew she knew.
There was no doubt about it.
Be kind to one another. (*iNPC is Miles Thatcher)
5 Mar 2022, 19:14
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Looking around the table, AngelFyre decided it was now time to pull the trigger on her this-is-going-to-fix-everything plan. She nodded in the direction of the house elf who then spoke to Professor Lécuyer. She took a sip of her water, cleared her throat, and then picked up a spoon, tapping it against the water glass just loudly enough to get the attention of those at the table. “Perhaps you are all wondering why I have gathered you here tonight, and even if you have not, and even if I have not – gathered you that is – I am about to tell you anyway.” She had started her little toast by looking at the faces of everyone at the table, starting with Della to her left, and she continued in a clockwise direction until her eyes finally found the face she most yearned to see, now and for the rest of time, so she hungrily and unabashedly locked her gaze onto Simon’s. “I have a confession to make,” and as she spoke the words, her tone softened as everyone and everything disappeared from her consciousness…everyone but Simon. She set the glass and spoon down and she forged ahead, absolutely unfazed, by the gravity of what she was about to do, and surprisingly, not the least bit nervous either.
She gracefully eased herself from her chair, the right side of her chair, to be precise, because it was the side closest to him. As she did so, she asked him, “Do you smell the lilacs? I just love them, but do not see them anywhere. Maybe some lucky duck got some for Valentine’s Day.” Then she leaned closer and whispered in his ear as she navigated the small space between them, “Wonderful as they smell, it is nothing compared to your scent. If you could find a way to bottle it, I would buy every… single… bottle.” And as she spoke the word “every” she tapped his bottom lip once with her perfectly manicured index finger, and repeated the gesture for the other two words as well, chuckling a little throatily at the look of astonishment on his face. She then stood fully erect, allowing the back of her left hand to brush against his cheek, and as always happened when they touched, the butterflies gathered and fluttered within her core. It was a sensation AngelFyre had very much grown to like…and look forward to. Dropping her hand reluctantly, as she knew she eventually must, she twirled to a position behind her chair, as her skirt flared out a bit and her hair whipped around, coming to rest only marginally less perfectly coiffed than before the twirl, but now partially covering one eye. It was then that she was momentarily shocked by just how bright the spotlight was when Professor Lécuyer cast Lumos Duo, but still she smiled at him appreciatively before returning her attention to the young man of the hour.
“Simon, you should know I would never…. EVER… do this for anyone else. I confess three things to you now. One: I really, realllllly hate to be in a spotlight, but here I am, literally and figuratively, braving it for you right now. Two: I misled you in the Common Room when I let you think I could only carry a tune in a bucket; my bucket, sad to say, has holes in it and that is important to point Three: The opening lines to Rewrite the Stars has been playing through my brain for weeks now,” and AngelFyre spoke the first two lines rather than sang them ‘You know I want you.” She paused for a few extra beats to let that sink in with him and then she continued, “It’s not a secret I try to hide.” This time though, she shook her head and said, “But I must confess that is not entirely true because it was a secret I DID try to hide, from you and from everyone, but the harder I tried it seemed the more I failed. I am tired of hiding what I feel for you and I do not think I could any longer, even if I did want to. I am tired of being a lovesick puppy when it comes to you. None of that matters any longer, however, because I am exposing my most vulnerable self to you right here and right now. What I most want to say to you… my hand to your heart… is I, AngelFyre Afton McCubbin, love you, Simon Ezra Kincaid, and these are the dreams that follow on the heels of that bedrock sentiment.”
And AngelFyre then sang, if you can call it that, her re-imagined version of A Million Dreams. Now, in her head, she was hoping for something closer to this Simon had a beautiful voice after all, so would be nice to please him with a lovely voice in return. Unfortunately, he, and those poor souls in close proximity, were instead (mis)treated to… well…there just are no words really to describe the eardrum-perforating, fingernails scratching on blackboard sounds that emanated from AngelFyre in the next few excruciating minutes. Obsession trumped pride clearly. She had wanted a close proximity to P!NK’s voice and instead she could only deliver something not even as good as Cameron Diaz’s karaoke scene in My Best Friend’s Wedding. She somehow felt this crowd might not be as kind or forgiving as in the movie, but it mattered not. She was singing to Simon and he was the only audience that mattered to her.
When she had concluded and her silence was a welcome mercy to all around her, she found herself relieved that the light from the wand was extinguished. No sooner had the light gone out than a tsunami-sized wave of guilt, shame, embarrassment, and the realization of what she had just done overtook her. At least she would not be able to immediately see the looks of horror, repulsion, stunned surprise, and whatever else might be now taking place in the Ballroom in the aftermath of that perfor freak show. Still standing, she could see her escape route unimpeded from the back of the Ballroom out into the Corridor of the 4th floor. She wanted to run. She really did. But a deep breath and quick look at the stunned faces at her table confirmed what she had feared. Sigh She started to shake and decided running was no longer an option. Besides, where would she ever be able to go in this castle where this little episode would not follow? So, making certain NOT to look at Simon… oh, God… Simon… How would she EVER be able to face him again? AngelFyre took her seat, this time scooting into her chair from the side closest to Della, and blinked about a million times to keep the tears from surfacing.
No more lilacs.
How much longer was this torturous evening going to last?
@Simon Kincaid @Haley Rose @David Howard@Alois Proulx
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The magic is real.
5 Mar 2022, 23:50
TABLE 3 | Sweethearts Tea Party
As Della waved to Avery, she felt the intensity of Simon staring at her. She wasn't positive he was staring at her from across the table—she wasn't going to make eye contact back to doublecheck—but she was now hyper of aware of his movements in light of his letter.@AngelFyre McCubbin | @Simon Kincaid |@Haley Rose | @David Howard | @Scarlett Noel
mentioning: @Avery Chen | @Hui Ming | @Orion Lécuyer
However, Avery seemed to see Della but quickly avoided her eye contact. He did not wave back as expected. Odd. He was usually very friendly. On top of everything else, Della was now replaying all her previous interactions with the Slytherin boy, desperately wondering what she did wrong.
All was interrupted by the arrival of two red roses to their table. Of course, only Della and Simon received them. Had Simon paid off Professor Lécuyer? Did he have that kind of sway? The note attached to the rose said that Della must give this rose to her Valentine and give them a kiss.
A kiss.
Della began to sweat. She could no longer swallow. She grabbed her wand. No one was going to kiss her, and she had no plans to kiss anyone here.
Luckily, so far, no seemed to be going for her. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Simon giving his rose to Haley. That dirty cheat. Della contemplated telling Haley. She deserved to know. Simon couldn't play them both like this. Anxiety and rage were competing within her, trying to gain supremacy over her actions.
But first, she had to figure out what to do with her rose. An ominous part of the rose's note seemed to allude to Professor Lécuyer choosing her Valentine for her. That might be worse than having to choose herself.
The only person she could possibly consider giving her rose to was not here. Would the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor let her save the rose? She tried to imagine Ming's face if she presented him with a rose . . . or a kiss. For a moment, she let her brain enjoy the fantasy of the handsome Slytherin boy returning the favor.
That did make her heart beat faster, but it was unclear if that was from excitement or embarrassment. She was twelve years old for godsakes! She didn't necessarily need to worry about kissing anyone! The crush/friendship/something she had with Ming—or anything with anyone else for that matter—didn't need to be rushed by an overzealous Frenchman!
Time must have been moving faster than she expected because when Della finally looked up, a new boy and girl had joined their table, there were new cupcakes on the table, and AngelFyre was standing to speak. She had a spotlight and everything. Della strumbled to catch up with AngelFyre's toast when she realized the Hufflepuff girl was making a confession. A confession of love toward Simon. He had a strung along another girl too? What was with this guy? Della winced at AngelFyre's song—her vocals were meant for her true love. As in, only someone who truly loved the girl would be able to enjoy this song. And Della was pretty sure at this point that Simon didn't deserve this kind of vulnerable expression.
What would happen next? Would Haley and AngelFyre fight it out? Hell, would the new Hufflepuff boy at their table profess his love for Simon, too? This was getting ridiculous.
And finally, the rage within Della won out over the threat of possible embarrassment. Without thinking, she stood up, cleared her throat, looked Simon directly in the eye, and let him have it. "Simon, you should be ashamed of yourself! You're sitting next to your girlfriend. And now you have another girl singing for you—who knows what you told her to make her do that! And then you have the nerve to write me this love note? You're trying to play us all! We were friends! I thought you were a good person!" To punctuate her tirade, Della threw the only thing in her hand at Simon's face: her rose.
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also Ruckus Weems | Quentin Gagné
David Howard
6 Mar 2022, 02:17
TABLE 3 | Sweethearts Tea Party
Angel - #17451b
Dave - #fff79e
Della - #48647c
Haley - #008000
Scarlett - #ee83ff (I changed it a bit because it was very hard to see)
Simon - #000080
Permission to godmod in the manner done so granted by Simon Kincaid.
Right after I had given my rather long speech, AngelFyre had leaned down over to Simon and whispered something before Hailee leaned over to him before saying “Hey Mister, before you keep playing your jealousy tour here, you might want to remember that I’m sitting here too. You know, Hailee Rose, your girlfriend until we had the.. you know, the talk.” Simon then replied with something I couldn’t hear but that’s besides the point, the point being that the last part she was probably what that had given AngelFyre green light to announce that she wanted to confess so she stood up and once one of the professors shone a light on her, and Simon, she started a long speech, similar to one of mine but shorter during which she confessed that she liked Simon and that it wasn’t a secret she was trying to hide, and then she contradicted herself like I loved to do so much by saying that she did try to hide it, and once she was done with her confession she broke out into a song with her voice terribly off pitch, not that I could do better if I tried, or maybe I could but if I did then I had no idea and it’s not like I wanted to try. Just as she finished, the artificial light went off and AngelFyre sat back down before I started talking. “Oooouch, that hurts.” I said, referencing how AngelFyre had agreed to be my valentine and then confessed to Simon. I was sure it stung others besides me, and it probably stung them much worse then it stung me, and I also had to account for the fact that AngelFyre wasn’t the only one doing the stinging although thankfully the other person that wasn’t stinging me.Inappropriate language ahead.
Just then, the girl whose place card read Della stood up, cleared her throat, looked Simon directly in the eye, and gave him the type of talking to I never would’ve thought of giving. “Simon, you should be ashamed of yourself! You’re sitting next to your girlfriend. And now you have another girl singing for you—who knows what you told her to make her do that! And then you have the nerve to write me this love note? You’re trying to play us all! We were friends! I thought you were a good person!” And to finish off her nasty speech, Della threw the the rose in her hand at Simon’s face which I would’ve intercepted had my arm actually reached but at least I tried, and failed unlike Simon who had managed to swat it away with his fast reflexes, but that was besides the point, the point being the Della had just embarrassed Simon in front of everyone, and that wasn’t a very nice thing to do so I was going to stand up for the already miserable Simon and tell her off for doing what she did, after I told him off first of course, just not a badly at she did to him, but more so in the way that Hailee had done it.
Like usually, I blew out my response all at once, or at least most of it but unlike usually, this time I played with my black hair whilst doing so. “Well credit where credit is due, your song AF was beautiful and even the singing was probably better then mine but that’s besides the point, the point being that Hailee had a point with what she said to Simon and I completely agree with her, I mean, if I had a girlfriend, a, but I secretly liked another girl, b, then the last thing I would be doing when a and b are sitting right by me is visibly showing everyone I’m jealous when some guy tries to kiss b even if I knew that b liked me back but aside from that, I really am sorry for you Simon with what just happened at all, but I guess Della is just like you, but five times worse. And Hailee, just so you know, I also feel sorry for you and I truly am surprised that you’re not in tears by now but that’s probably because you’re one of the people who holds it in until they get home, either that or this just isn’t affecting you in a very bad way. But that ladies and gentlemen is all besides the point, the point being that this evening has already been screwed up pretty bad I can say that quite a few of us contributed to that and at this point I think it’s safe to say that it’ll only get worse from here but hopefully I’m wrong. Oh, and one more thing.”
I stopped toying with my hair and threw it back before switching my tone from my usual cheery one I had just been using up to this point to a cold and brutal, but at the same time calm one and I made sure there was plenty of disgust written on my face to go along with it. Unlike I usually did, I actually thought my words through and said them nice and slow so that no one at the table, and especially not Della would miss-understand what I was saying. “You seriously couldn’t’ve saved your foul smelling words for later? You just had to be so, fucking, cruel, as if your life depended on it, as if you would die had you not spit out that horrendous smelling dog shit. What was the point in embarrassing Simon like that? Because he sent you a love note? Well perhaps you’ve been asleep this whole time which is why you had no, fucking, clue that some of the letters were miss-delivered and that perhaps the note you got was one of them.” I then turned away from Della and switched back to my usual cheery mood before saying “Excuse me for my language but I said what had to be said.”
Talking with @AngelFyre McCubbin, @Della Barfield @Haley Rose, and @Simon Kincaid
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