Locked TABLE 2 | Sweethearts Tea Party Event

Interacting| @Winnie Harper | @Levi Drakos | @Orion Lécuyer | @Cain Corvus Mentioning| -

Outfit Reducio

Santario was distracted as she looked around while the note presumably from Jake was crumpled in her fist. When she found out who it was, she would do worse than eat them. One thing, however, did catch her attention at their table as Cain tried to scurry away. Bunny Santario’s eyes landed on Levi, her pupils dilating. Why was Winnie being so friendly to him? Isn’t that the monster that poisoned her and stole her memories from her? Did he do it once more?!

As she fought the urge to pounce over the table onto Levi and change the décor, a familiar voice hit her ear, addressing Cain. She quickly put the note in her lap and smiled up at him receiving the message. After all, this man had quickly become a father figure to her, and she had to act the most normal around him in particular. “Thank you, Professor Lécuyer. I know the perfect person to bestow such a beautiful flower. I am also glad you decided to stay, Cain.” This was said slightly louder than necessary to attempt to grab the attention of her tablemates, namely Winnie and Levi.

Santario would stand up with the rose in hand and walk over to Winnie, keeping the strawberry between herself and the watermelon. Santario would casually lean against the table and offer the rose in Infront of Winnie’s face as a distraction. (Please feel free to auto dodge anything) An attempt to put her index and middle finger on Winnie’s chin to draw her to look up at the Prefect and the rose to distract her from her dirty fingernails, something in full view of Levi. They were not downright disgusting, but there was buildup underneath. Perhaps, it would make him wonder if any of him was still there besides the dirt from the dungeons.

If she successfully directed Winnie’s face to hers, her hand would move from her chin to cup her cheek as she stared down into the girl’s eyes. “Win, you are an amazing and beautiful girl. I find that I am as lucky to have you in my life as I am to lay eyes on a perfect sunset. Please accept this flower.” With that, she would lean forward and attempt to softly press her lips to Winnie’s forehead.

SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED!

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?

"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...

The song requests also started to come in...

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.

If anyone were to bite into their cupcake, they might notice it smelled quite possibly like their favourite thing. They just may find the next person who met their 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.

Tagging: @Winnie Harper, @Cain Corvus, @Santario Martin, @Levi Drakos and @Marshal Mozor

Stunning Banner by Winnie Harper

Interacting With: @Winnie Harper, @Levi Drakos

Mentioning: @Evelynn Decipio, @Santario Martin & @Cain Corvus

In the grand scheme of all that eluded the lucid thoughts of any individual, the very indication that the young Gryffindor might miss the beginning of this event would have been altogether ludicrous. At the day's dawn, that is.
Like a stagnant drip of molasses attempting to overflow a barrel, the hours had dragged on, populated by the rapid machinations of a mind which functioned on the blood of a bleeding heart. With a heightened sense of passing time, his thoughts had seemed to occupy only half the space they ought, each one overtaking the next and twisting into a jumbled mess of hysterical anticipation. Hurried hands had clenched and released a sufficient amount of times to leave vestiges of newly conceived arthritis by the arrival of a revelation - being that he was liable to go insane without some way to relieve his nervous tension.
Thus, an entirely new plan was born, resulting in an equally uneventful string of footsteps as he paced the length of his dorm before proceeding to repeat the plan no less than two-hundred anxiety-hazed times.

It was simply too exhilarating, was it not? To await the predestined journey of love-engendered emotion, which was doubtless to color a school event in the darkened hours of February the fourteenth.
Marshal's hands had met the invitation letter with the same degree of relish that might overtake the legs of a dehydrated wanderer upon hallucinating a brilliant oasis, his eyes scanning its contents with equal delirium. A frantic search for his calendar would follow, ending in a bold circling of the date... which had been circled previously. But extra bold circles never hurt anybody.
Some might proclaim his almost eccentric fervor for romance unhealthy; but clearly such individuals simply required an introduction to the pious land of passion, and there would be no shortage of opportunities for initiation tonight. The only obstacle remaining was the proverbial hurdle represented by the sluggish hands on every clock in the castle.

His strategy to pace those hands into the future fell short only a half hour preceeding the scheduled event, whereupon his gaze was arrested by a fortunately placed mirror, introducing him to the idea that he should begin preparing for the event he awaited so anxiously. A rush to his clothing trunk ensued, though any haste would vanish from his actions once its latch was released. One could not hurry a process such as becoming suitable for an affair involving lovely members of the opposing gender. Well versed in this knowledge, the boy would spend much longer than half an hour to preen and fuss over his appearance, effectively dismissing any clinging nerves through dedication to an ovaraching engagement.

And so it was with an air of great confidence that he would enter the ballroom that night. Obsidian shoes with winged tips heralded his passage through the doorway. A single hand rested cooly in a pocket of his dress pants, which fell in congruence with the shade of his shoes and suit jacket. One hem pushed upward by the wrist attached to that hand, the jacket employed the use of one button, partially restricting view of the Gryffindor-red dress shirt underneath. A folded handkerchief of the same red protruded from his breast pocket, and a black tie completed the ensemble. As an addition, his blonde hair - for once - was combed carefully, bangs standing tall in a telltale presence of styling gel.
Looks certainly weren't everything, but in a world where vision dictated initial impressions, he had dressed to impress.

Hazel eyes performing a sweep of the room, he inspected the various tables in order from farthest the door to nearest. While many pretty faces presented distraction, he remained vigilant in search of one whose features ruled the brightest parts of his days, even that same soul he'd already invited to accompany him to the next school ball. And it wasn't long before his goal found completion, for her presence acted like a vacuum, sucking his gaze in like a powerless speck of dust.
Memories of her visage conflicted harshly with the vision displayed before him now. Radiant colors wreathed her figure, hinting at scenic landscapes graced by the sun's light, which played as fitting with her elegant nature; and as if painted in leau of a description for the word itself, her features unendingly promoted the same thought: elegance. An unnecessary, yet stunning application of makeup only highlited her pure beauty in a way he'd never quite imagined.
Any semblance of collection abandoned his countenance as his jaw found purchase on the ballroom floor. Moments passed before the Gryffindor mustered the reserves to gather himself, his pocketed hand now raising in a sort of awkward, curled wave as Evelynn's gaze met his. Surely the prefect's beauty violated some unwritten law in the makeup of nature; yet he never discovered himself in the midst of complaint.

However, the boy's heart would fall as he noticed the number of Eve's table, which sat at odds with the one he'd memorized, where the letter had requested his presence. Crestfallen, he continued his visual sweep of the room until he spotted the aforementioned number, spirits soon to raise with the representation of - for lack of a better description - pure adoreableness in the form of Winnie.
Attire hinting at a mind decorated by dreams and imagination, and the flowers in her hair promising a whiff of something just as sweet the person they adorned, the girl single-handedly brightened his opinion of the table. Although that effort was noticeably improved upon by Santario, the exalted fixer of noses and shattered pride. That was, at least, until the venture was derailed entirely by another, slimier individual who dared trespass on an event dealing in affection, despite clear evidence that his very presence inspired the opposite.
In the same moment as he noted Levi's dastardly presence, the deranged boy leaned over to whisper something in Winnie's ear, and Marshal also recognized the evidence of recent tears in the girl's face. The red in her eyes told the story all too well, and there was only one there who could author such a miserable book.

All else vacated his mind in a single instant. And with every heavy step he took in their direction, flashes of the threat he'd passed to Levi at the most recent dance originated in his mind, before seeping into the heated pool of fury in his chest. The boy had been given a warning, and there wouldn't be another; not with what was at stake.
The presence of an unfamiliar face at the table would do nothing to relegate his tunnel vision, nor would the kiss that Santario placed upon Winnie's forehead - because he certainly didn't have the time to deal with... that.

Putting himself directly between Winnie and Levi, Marshal would then attempt to place a hand on Levi's chest, planting one foot in the ground and transferring every bit of strength he possessed into a hefty shove, directed toward the table, were his palm to find purchase.
Whether the violent shove was successful or not, he would then growl, "Suppose my warning sounded like an empty threat to you. Actions always have spoken louder than words, though, haven't they?"
Normally one to deny destructive impulses, the action was entirely uncharacteristic for the second-year. But no catalyst existed to rival that of causing pain to those who held pieces of his heart.

Action: Attempting to shove Levi into the table.

Stats:
Stamina | 6 | Evasion | 5 | Strength | 9 | Wisdom | 7 | Arcane Power | 6 | Accuracy | 8

MOD POST

CONFESSION AND SONG REQUESTS

"Anonymous would like to dedicate the song, Single Ladies, to Hanako Tone! He's single, ladies and gents! So if your heart belongs to him, don't forget to tell him as much!"

LOVELY CUPCAKES

No one ate any cupcakes at the table, but perhaps Levi would be lucky enough to get his face smashed into one by Marshal. It would really help the two of them get along better...

PLEASE NOTE: This will be the last mod post as our next in-character event, the Blossom Ball, will be starting within the next few weeks. You may continue to roleplay and feel free to state that your character ate a cupcake and ended up under the effects of Amortentia but we ask that the effects stay strictly within this event. This means you cannot claim your character stole Amortentia laced cupcakes from this event.

However, Orion will be keep an eye on the threads, and there is still a table full of teachers, so please try not to do anything he wouldn't do!

Thank you, and we hope you all enjoyed yourselves!