6 Mar 2022, 03:29
TABLE 3 | Sweethearts Tea Party
Trying to survive with everyone at Table 3 and whoever else might come along.
Everything around him was becoming a blur and it was like he was in some kind of daze. Things were happening, people were talking, touching, singing, throwing flowers at him, shouting. Falling off his broom at the end of the broom race versus Ravenclaw was easier than this Valentine's Day Tea Party!
AngelFyre. She was going to deliver some kind of speech and her eyes locked with his. She began with just a whisper to him, her fingertips gently grazing his lips and then her hand caressing his cheek. She had his attention and while his face might have seemed expressionless, he listened to each and every word knowing that this was going to get them both into very big trouble with a certain redhead who was sitting right next to him.
Still, she had him quite captivated with her words "...my hand to your heart" as she so often had done"...is I, AngelFyre Afton McCubbin, love you, Simon Ezra Kincaid..."
And then the singing began and he watched her, his eyes following her but his head not moving one bit. He most certainly never once stole a glance over to Haley Rose in fear that she'd deliver one big swift bitchslap to him across the face. He'd deserve it. How did it get to this point?!
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
When the singing was over, she quickly took her chair as if realizing what she had done and scooted her chair closer to Della Barfield's as she stared forward. Simon knew what that staring forward was like - it was a sort of mental escape from the situation at hand.
With that over, maybe be could breathe. Simon just began to take a slow deep breath in when Della stood up and began to snap at him, saying he should be ashamed of himself, how he must have told AngelFyre something to make her sing for him, and that he had the nerve to write Della a love note? That he was playing everyone? That she THOUGHT he was a good person? Wait.
Her rose came flying across the table to him and if it weren't for his quick dhampir reflexes, it probably would have done Haley's bitchslapping for her. "I - ..."
Silence.
What was there to say?
Simon usually wasn't speechless for words. He wasn't the only one at the table with such a trait and the other began to speak up. At first it didn't seem as if Dave was helping as he was summarizing the situation. It was bad enough it was playing out right there in front of them and directly affecting them all, but they didn't need to relive it like this.
It continued on and the night became more confusing - although that didn't seem possible! Dave, who at one point came to the table in what seemed an attempt to steal away the girl that captivated him, was now coming to his defense at Della Barfield's words.
"This is...quite the predicament we've all gotten into," Simon whispered. It was so low that even those seated next to him probably wouldn't have heard him. He looked over to Dave, to Della, to Scarlet then to AngelFyre and then finally, his sad eyes fell on Haley. Only for a moment though. He couldn't keep them there long without feeling the guilt build up.
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Be kind to one another. (*iNPC is Miles Thatcher)
6 Mar 2022, 10:00
TABLE 3 | Sweethearts Tea Party
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"Hey! Hey now, Dave! Please just stop. I understand you meant well, but your words to Della were harsh. Too harsh. I cannot make you do anything, but I do think you owe her an apology. And AngelFyre looked across the table at him, hoping he would see the silent pleading in her eyes and relinquish on this point. Please do not choose this moment to be stubborn.
Then she sat up straight in her seat, cleared her throat, and looked directly at Haley. "Haley, I cannot even begin to imagine the mountain of hurt you are enduring right now. I know you are angry. I have seen it all night and I know why you are angry. I also know you would not be as angry as you are if you did not care for Simon as much as you do. This whole night has been a nightmare from the get go, but as I told you early on, it was never my intent to hurt you. It was never my intent to hurt anyone. Or humiliate any of us. I do not know what just happened with me, but nevertheless, I say it again, Haley Rose. I am more sorry than you will ever know. You did not deserve any of this." Even as she was saying the words AngelFyre wondered if they just sounded trite? Hollow? She meant them with her whole heart, but why would Haley have any reason to believe her now when she did not believe her earlier?
Then she took another deep breath, swallowed hard, closed her eyes and turned to Simon. "I owe you an apology as well, Simon. She then opened her eyes and saw the devastating sadness in his, and it caught her breath in a bit of a cry gasp. Biting her bottom lip, she continued. "The deck was stacked against you before you even took your seat at this table tonight. Haley had the extreme displeasure of finding a note I had written to you within her pile of notes. I recognized it and tried my best to tell her it represented my feelings and not yours, but who would be happy getting such a thing. No sane person. If she did not believe me at the beginning of the evening, there are a million reasons more that now likely bolster her original opinion still. Again, all I know to do here is to say I am so, so deeply sorry."
Then looking back to Haley one last time. "I am going to remove myself from this toxic soup so you do not have to shoulder that indignation any longer. Again, not that it likely matters, but I do admire the immense amount of composure you have shown all evening."
And with that, AngelFyre reached down to pick up her purse and she silently made her way out of the Ballroom, feeling like 3,000 showers would still not be able to wash away the stain of this evening, or her unfortunate part in it.
AngelFyre will leave the thread AFTER Haley's response @Haley Rose @Simon Kincaid @David Howard @Della Barfield
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The magic is real.
David Howard
6 Mar 2022, 16:30
TABLE 3 | Sweethearts Tea Party
Dave - #fff79e
Della - #48647c
Haley - #008000
Scarlett - #ee83ff (I changed it a bit because it was very hard to see)
Simon - #000080
Moment’s after I had concluded my speech, AngelFyre said “Hey! Hey now, Dave! Please just stop. I understand you meant well, but your words to Della were harsh. Too harsh. I cannot make you do anything, but I do think you owe her an apology.” after which she apologized to both, Hailee and Simon before excusing herself from the table and I started another one of my responses. “AF was right, my words were pretty harsh, although I think it was more so the way I said them then that made them so harsh rather then what I actually said although what I said was very harsh in itself, but I just think that my demeanor added to it so I do apologize for that Della, I mean, I seriously couldn’t’ve saved my foul smelling words for later? I just had to be so, fucking, cruel, as if I would die had I not said what I said, but that’s besides the point, the point being that we’re all in a very bad mood so I’m gonna try to fix that with my best attempt to change the subject.”Inappropriate language ahead.
I then started playing with my hair for the second time that evening, twisting it around my right index finger before continuing my talk. “So imagine that for every word you said you’d get one Knut and this would continue for the rest of your life, then assuming I say around a hundred words per minute then if we multiply that by sixty then that would equal six thousand words per hour and if we divide that by two then we get three thousand words per minute if I’m in a, sorry, I meant per hour if I’m in a conversation with someone which just means that I spend around half an hour talking and another half an hour listening although these numbers are just estimates as I probably talk more then I listen although that’s besides the point, the point being that since I say around three thousand words per hour I’d be earning around six galleons per hour and say it’s Summer which means that I can stay at home talk as much as I want without the worry of not being able to talk in classes so if I say three thousand words per hour for fifteen hours a day then I’d earn... fifteen, thirty, forty five, sixty... seventy five, ninety, I’d earn ninety galleons a day and if we multiply that by seven then nine times seven equals sixty three so I’d earn six hundred thirty galleons a week which is enough to buy a firebolt and that thing is pretty damn expensive.” Well, that was a lot of off topic talking, but then again, wasn’t that the whole point of what I was trying to do? Change the topic of what we had been talking about? Yes, yes I was and even if no one cooperated, at least I tried and that’s what mattered.
Mentioning @Della Barfield @Haley Rose, and @Simon Kincaid
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6 Mar 2022, 16:46
TABLE 3 | Sweethearts Tea Party
Warning: Language!Haley couldn't help but snort contemptuously. Not the right time or place? Was he serious? He screwed everything up and now he is of the opinion that now is not the right moment. The tears that had just been there were quickly gone, it was as if they had evaporated from the anger and the fire boiled inside her. When their eyes met she saw his sad look, ice met fire and the sadness in his look only caused more fire in hers. It pissed her off, in her opinion he had no reason to be sad.
While Haley had managed all evening not to burst into tears, storm off or throw a cupcake in the face of someone involved, she couldn't maintain her sarcasm. The pain inside her grew like a boil and spread. A small spot in her heart that hurt at first but could be ignored. By now her whole heart was afflicted, it hurt so unbelievably that she would have preferred to let the tears run and just scream. But she would not give anyone at this table that satisfaction. She would endure it until this black ulcer, full of pain, spread throughout her whole body.
She managed not to have an emotional breakdown, but she failed to keep up her continued sarcastic manner. The anger and sadness developed into a dangerous cocktail inside her and as if it couldn't get any worse AngelFyre still thought NOW would be the right moment to express her feelings for Simon. To everyone, with words and song. "You must be kidding me." Haley said annoyed, dropping her fists on the table, not caring if all the dishes and decorations fell over or attracted any attention. Her whole body was tense, her hands were clenched into fists in such a way that her skin became even lighter on her hands over time. But that didn't stop AngelFyre from continuing at that moment.
She just couldn't believe it. Completely shocked, she watched the spectacle, thought of words she would throw at the two afterwards, but no matter what she tried, she came to no conclusion. It seemed to her that all the words in the world were not enough to describe what was being done to her. How humiliated she felt, how her heart ached, how much anger she felt. But then it happened, AF was finally quiet and just as Haley opened her mouth to stammer something under her breath, an unexpected hero came to her side. Completely surprised, she looked at Della and it was the first time her expression softened. Looking at the girl, hearing her words, how she stood up for Hale without them knowing each other, touched her in a certain way. And in that moment, the only thing in her gaze was the infinite sadness she felt.
But that little moment that made her feel something good immediately faded away. Or rather, it was snuffed out and this time her hateful gaze was directed towards Dave. "Are YOU kidding me?" she hissed angrily at him. "First of all you better watch how you talk to people around here! You blame Della because you think she embarrassed Simon, when that's what you're doing to her! If you're in a glass house, you shouldn't throw stones." She now defended the girl and shook her head. She took a quick breath to continue without giving anyone a chance to say anything. "Secondly, Simon" her gaze now wandered to her boyfriend, still boyfriend or actually already ex-boyfriend, "is involved in this situation to a large extent and has to stand for his actions. And thirdly, and now please listen to me carefully, what do you think you are allowing yourself to do here? YOU come to OUR table, making this bad evening even more unpleasant for ALL of us. You sum up almost everything that happened and just talk so carelessly. Dude we are all present, we don't need a recap to make it worse. And you really think it's appropriate to tell me you're surprised I haven't broken out in tears yet." The redhead was seething with anger and didn't even notice at first how she was getting louder and louder, fists clenched tighter and tearing pooling in her eyes. "I don't need your pity. I don't need your opinion of this evening, and I don't care what you think of this evening." In contrast, she did not apologise for her words. She had been holding back all evening, but that had been the straw that broke the camel's back.
But anyone who thought the exploding volcano had calmed down was wrong. Her gaze now wandered to AngelFyre and Haley had a few words for her too that she would get off her chest. "And you!" she began and now looked at the girl she would have described as nice just a few hours ago. The girl who perhaps couldn't help how she felt, but she was in this boat with her, she was partly responsible, just like Simon and Haley themselves. "I'm going to give you a tip now, get out of my way, don't apologise to me, because I don't want to hear your fucking apology." Haley had had so many other things in her head that she wanted to say to her. She could have given just as long a lecture as she did to David, but she decided that would have to be enough. This girl was not worth sacrificing any more of her energy for.
When AngelFyre had left the room, Haley glanced around the room again, annoyed, her gaze changing again at Della, silently apologising for the mess. When her gaze returned to Simon, she stood up jerkily, tapped the table three times with her flat hands and said goodbye for the evening with the words. "Happy fucking Valentines Day." Without waiting for any reaction, she turned and walked out of the room with her head held high.Haley has left the Thread
The only one who fear death are those with regrets
6 Mar 2022, 17:28
TABLE 3 | Sweethearts Tea Party
Well folks at Table 3, it's been something! Ha! I don't think my boy truly survived.
Simon still felt nauseated, he still felt lightheaded but he was starting to feel the numbness begin to subside as the events of that evening began to set in. Well, at least as much as such events could set in. He looked over to Scarlett, then to Dave, and then to Della. "I ... didn't write you a letter. I didn't write anyone a letter," he said softly to Della as he began to slowly rise from his seat. Would his feet stabilize him? He felt shaky.
"And I didn't mean to upset any of you but uh...you'll have forgive me, I need to go."
Oh, if only he had spoken those words much sooner in the night then this Valentine's Day, this 13th Birthday of his, might have played out very differently but he was in shock to the events that came down upon him and frozen by both fear and confusion.
He looked to Della again, over to Dave, and back to Scarlett. He would have given them a small smile but there was no smile to give.
Haley had given her commentary under her breath at AngelFyre's confession, she had stood up for Della, she had snapped at David. She had done everything but pay him any bit of attention and he knew that was the worst thing she could possibly do. Silence speaks louder than words sometimes and Simon heard her and as she took leave of the Ballroom on the Fourth Floor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on the evening of Feburary 14th, 2022, he knew she was also taking leave of him and their relationship and such knowledge brought him absolute heartbreak.
He too would take leave of the Ballroom and he would search out Haley Rose - the one he navigated Hogwarts with, the one he spent most of his time with, the one he discovered being a dhampir with, the one who he ran with in the Chamber of Secrets, and the one who held so much of his mind, body, and soul.
Simon Kincaid has left the thread.
Be kind to one another. (*iNPC is Miles Thatcher)
David Howard
6 Mar 2022, 20:15
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
Hailee was mad, really mad, and she was mad at me. She went into a long speech during which she yelled her head off at me and then left the table with a "Happy fucking Valentines Day.", and Simon quickly followed her after he gave the rest of us and apology and just before he left I said "You have a good day, if you can even have a good one at this point." My attempt to change the subject hadn't worked and instead I had gotten a well deserved talking to and with half of the members of the table gone, I had decided to leave to so I stopped twirling with my hair, straightened my tie, fixed my hair, and said to the other two people at my table, "Guys I'm very sorry about the way this evening has gone and about the ways I had influenced it, and I'm especially sorry for you Della, but now that half of us have left I have decided I'll follow in their footsteps and leave as well so I guess it's Happy Valentine's day and a have a good day." I then stood up from my chair and took one last look around the ballroom before turning towards the exit and heading out.Inappropriate language ahead.
David has left the thread.
9 Mar 2022, 04:50
TABLE 3 | Sweethearts Tea Party
mentioning: @David Howard | @Simon Kincaid | @AngelFyre McCubbin | @Haley Rose
As soon as Della threw the rose at Simon's face, she wanted to take it back. It was one of those moments that would fit in the movie, and maybe this was where the director would call "Cut!" But she had to deal with the aftermath; there would be no edit.
Della sank into her seat, finding the courage to not take her eyes off Simon. He had brushed the rose away. His face unreadable.
Before he could speak, the new Hufflepuff boy came to his defense. Della was in shock at how he was speaking to her. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought she was overhearing this boy's Call of Duty game, not a tea party tirade. But she had lit a fire under the table, and now she had to deal with the heat.
Della struggled to not shrink beneath the weight of the boy's words. But she stayed still. She did not betray her stony expression. She thought back to something her mother and aunt had told her and her cousin before school started. The girls were both at the age where they might start showing interest in the opposite sex. The older women made it clear that you never let romantic interests come between friends, and you should never hesitate to call out wrongdoing when it came to that matters of the heart. Della didn't know what AngelFyre or Haley thought of her speech, but she hoped they saw something more than the vulgar boy had.
A wave of relief coursed through her body—both AngelFyre and Haley admonished the boy's words, Della now surmising his name was David. Now it was the aftermath: both girls left the table with a few pointed words at Simon. But Della wasn't happy to see her once-friend in so much pain, either. The tension at the table held her still; the rage she had when she threw a rose at his face now dissipated.
"I ... didn't write you a letter. I didn't write anyone a letter."
Della stopped breathing as Simon also left the table. She hardly had the sense to register what David was saying to her as he left. Simon hadn't written her a letter? She scrambled to look at it again. "Love Simon K." Had someone sabotaged Simon? Was he telling the truth? It didn't seem worth it to lie at this point.
A complicated set of emotions presented themselves: guilt for possibly accusing an innocent person; sadness at a drowned friendship; anger at the circumstances; and suspicion at everyone's motives.
Della took a cupcake, hoping the sugar would make her forget the night's events.
Della ate an amortentia cupcake.
Still open for interactions if @Scarlett Noel is at the table.
If nothing occurs, Della will leave the table and go back to her dorm.
sta 8 - eva 16 - str 5 - wis 11 - arc 5 - accuracy 13 |||| Parselmouth - Evasive Maneuvers - Beast Master
also Ruckus Weems | Quentin Gagné
22 Mar 2022, 21:42
TABLE 3 | Sweethearts Tea Party
MOD POST
@Della Barfield | @Scarlett Noel
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
Poor Della was arriving just as the party was ending, but at least she found comfort in the cupcakes that lined the tables. They were such nice smelling cupcakes too, perhaps reminding her of her favourite thing... There seemed to be no one responding at the table, however, perhaps she would see someone from afar?
(Permission given to Della to see someone from another table and switch to said table. Please make sure your target is okay with this OoC.)
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!
"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