Event Midspring Celebration

Mathias was in truth gorging himself on meat, he would not see Winnie Harper's grand entrance in the massive gown he had sent her. The gown was a fantastical piece truly, unlike those muggle couture pieces that were simply hunks of glitter and string. In her favorite hue also, pink. Made for a witch such as her, a step up from the sparkling rags she had been accustomed to. It would be her cat that heralded her entrance as the feline ran ahead and indicated their presence.

A meaty reward for Pumpkin, Pride was never one to play fair. He would stroke thee feline and bring the creature to his shoulder as Winnie approached the table with a sheet of confectionaries. It was rather standard, expected really, strawberry shortcake cupcakes. "Nice dress," he would comment as she found the table and dropped her cupcakes on the flat surface with a rattle. No, not mad at all. No cupcake to the face yet either, not that he was overly concerned, they too were softer than a fist.

"I have a hard time believing you came here without a date," he chattered on playing at a game Harper would have to come to grips with in the hours and weeks that followed. "In fact I don't, where is he?" Was it demand or a cruel jab? Maybe a bit of both to rile the princess. He would finish the meat skewer in his hand, leaving the thin steel rod on the table.

A slap of hair would catch him in the face, leaving him with an unfortunate mouth of red hair. Pffft. Ffffuuut. He would find himself picking a sheaded leavling from his mouth that was almost as long as his wingspan. "No hard feelings, good," he announced sarcastically. Ffft. Marvelous Merlin there is another one. She was worse than her cat. Her cat, thoroughly bribed and given attention, he would return Pumpkin to its mother. "You should leave Hiro alone, pretty sure the boy has a crush on me." he added as he handed Pumpkin off to his technically still girlfriend.

Action: Trying to enjoy my meat woman.

Mentioning- @Kai Lee

As Extressia walked into the hall, she could see the beautiful effort that the organizer, whoever they were, had planted in the great hall. It was full of flower, places for the potluck, music ran around the room, letting all to hear it tunes. There was already a lot of people there. Extressia was supposed to be looking for Kai, her partner to the dance.

But being with so many people, noises began to fill up into the room, a thought came to her mind: "I had never been with so many people, she never went to a party before." Waves of excitement and terror fill her mind, and somehow the thought has occurred, of a hand on her shoulder materialized in her mind. It was warm, yet its tip was ice cold. It was what mother hand always felt like whether she was angry at Extressia.

Suddenly Extressia begin to feel a little dizzy, the people it felt all too much, she could handle a few people, she always has, but never more than 3. The room then felt magical, the people felt like they would cast any spell by now, the plate would start moving, everything would turn chaotic, turn into a mess. Like her mother said, that it was a mistake in that letter, that this wizarding world was wrong for her, it felt dizzier and everything around her would start being turn on fire, be exploded, the flower were poison, the people would stab her in the back.
She felt dizzy by the second, and emotion far beyond what she normally would handle was rushing through her whole body, trying to engulf her in it thoughts. She begins to dash, only barely thinking of her partner: "He be ok for a few minutes."

She found herself going to the Courtyard

Action: Entering Courtyard(Festival)

Interacting with @Lucia Fox and Ye-jun Lee
Arriving and meeting with Lucia

Blue in English, Red in Korean

Eun-ji had mixed emotions about this year’s blossom ball. She knew she’d have a lovely company and there was also going to be a potluck table but she wasn’t allowed to cook herself and with so many previous balls ending in disasters, she also worried whether this one would be safe. The Ravenclaw wanted to be properly excited yet she couldn’t help feeling somewhat paranoid. At least I don’t have to wear a dress from Mrs. Hunt this time. The witch smiled to herself as she inspected her hanbok inspired blue and white tulle gown. Sending the fancy red dress back to her grandmother was a great gratification to her. She was also happy to receive the ball dress from her parents for once even if it was sent mostly because of the request attached to it. Apparently, she would be needed at home for Easter break. Why? The girl didn’t know and it was not important right now.

Finishing her bun interwoven with flowers, Eun-ji gathered the lunch boxes her aunt sent her just in time. Since she wasn’t allowed to cook at school, the Ravenclaw had to resort to asking Ye-jun’s mother to send some. Her parents sucked when it came to cooking so they would be of no help to her. Mrs. Lee on the other hand, was a skilled cook and despite not talking to her niece for more than five years, she was kind enough to send plenty homemade dishes and even a separate box with cooked beef, sesame seeds, rice and vegetable so Eun-ji could at least prepare Kimbap for her classmates and visiting students. It was not the same as preparing everything herself but it would do for now. “See you later Mordred.” She bid goodbye to her fluffy friend before finally leaving the tower.

When Eun-ji reached the end of the stairs, she found her cousin already waiting for her. They agreed to meet beforehand so he could help her carry the boxes to the Great hall. “Here you go.” The Ravenclaw passed the food to the boy pretty much immediately. “Nice suit by the way.” She complimented his outfit, decorated with single red rose. No doubt designer suit and very eye catching. Then again, that’s what he was very good at. “You look very pretty too. Love the Hanbok vibe. Did your parents send the dress?” Ye-jun asked curiously and the witch nodded. It was definitely her biggest achievement this year. Their outfits definitely weren’t matching but they didn’t even plan to do that so it was okay. What would Lucia be wearing? The witch wondered briefly. Speaking of Lucia. “Well, come on...let’s not keep Lucia waiting.” The boy nodded and the pair directed their steps towards the Great Hall.

Thankfully, it seemed they arrived quite early so it wasn’t too hard to spot the Hufflepuff. Oh good. Eun-ji felt immense amounts of relief upon seeing the The Healing Corner. This was much needed improvement. In all honesty, the witch wondered why it took them so long to make it happen. Waving back, she let her friend approach them rather than fight the crowd to meet her halfway. It was not that she didn’t want to but knowing Ye-jun had to protect all the food until they set it on the table, she decided it was better to wait rather than risk bumping into someone. “Hi…Yes, it does and so do you.” The Ravenclaw complimented Lucia without any hesitation. Because she did. The blonde hair paired with the delicate blue gown truly made her look like the Veela she was. Eun-ji actually started to feel somewhat self-conscious. Why in the seven hells did she choose to go with this two gorgeous people?

FOOD SHE BROUGHT

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*Healing Sage *Perfectionist * Death Defiance • Sta 7 • Eva 8 • Stre 4 • Wis 10 • Arc 8 • Acc 9
Inventory: wand, tissues, band aids

Violet in English, Red in Korean and Blue in French

Ye-jun was excited. Despite the fiasco that was his first ball here, he was hopeful that this one would be better. He was going with people he already knew so he wasn’t worried about not having fun at least. The boy set off to the meeting point a bit early since Eun-ji tended to arrive precisely on time. He knew, she would be carrying food from his mother and promised her to help her with it. His cousin seemed disappointed when they said she wasn’t allowed to prepare the food herself but Ye-jun understood. Cooking was a dangerous business for those that didn’t know how to do it. Eun-ji was probably an excellent cook since their grandma taught her but how many other kids would be so well versed in the cooking art? “Don’t worry, you’ll be fixing all kinds of food for me the whole summer.” He teased her about it, which actually seemed to help. Now where was she? The Beauxbatons student checked his watch briefly but no, she was not late yet.

Rising his head once more, he finally spotted his cousin descending the stairs. She looked beautiful in the flowy blue hanbok like dress covered in see through white layer. Ye-jun almost felt sorry she didn’t have an actual date though the girl in question didn’t seem to mind at all. As usual, she smelled like lavender when she approached him and he notice she had some in her hair today as well. His bold red suit was definitely not complimenting the delicate looking gown but that was okay. At least she wouldn’t lose him in the crowd. He knew how she hated those. Taking the lunch boxes his cousin gave him, the boy complimented her appearance. “Can I have some?” He asked as they walked towards the Great hall to meet their third and last member of their party for this evening. “No, you already did. This is for others to try.” He knew he would not win that battle but trying wouldn’t hurt.

The Great Hall looked amazing. Ye-jun loved flowers and wasn’t afraid to admit it. Their school had a wonderful garden and his home in Paris had one as well. Granted, he wasn’t very good at taking care of it but that’s why he was not in charge. His mother was. “Wow. They really did a lot of work didn’t they?” His cousin wasn’t listening however, her attention seemed to lie elsewhere. Ah…they found each other then. He realized as he spotted a familiar girl walking towards them. She had blonde hair this time and it suited her nicely. Lucia truly fitted this theme splendidly. “Hello Lucia.” He greeted the witch with a soft smile. “I agree. You look beautiful.” He nodded after hearing Eun-ji’s compliment. “Let’s put the food on the table and decide what we wanna do after that?” He suggested briefly. It wasn’t necessarily comfortable way to stand around and he didn’t want the lunch boxes to crinkle his suit. Ye-jun liked to look perfect at all times and this was a huge event. He had reputation to uphold thank you very much.

Interacting With: @Mathias Pride | @Kim Sato as Hiro Bakugo

Outfit: ꕤ

Mentioning: @Levi Drakos | @Avery Chen as Akira Shimizu

Date: April 2nd, 2022

The moment Mathias spoke to her she turned on her heel to face him. Her arms crossed over her chest, blue eyes narrowing at the tree of a boy. "Oh, so you've decided to talk to me again? Or are you looking for the nearest exit?" She took a step closer, a hand reaching up to grip his black suit lapel. She had grown taller since December, 4'10", just two inches below the five feet mark, but the boy still towered over her. Not that it mattered; they both knew Winnie could take the boy down easily enough. Her experience in Quidditch had only aided her; she could evade attacks pretty well now, not to mention the stamina she had built up.

"Well, believe it or not, I wasn't too keen on shopping for a new ballgown, so it was either this or my Quidditch uniform, but I haven't gotten the mud out of it from our last game. We won. Again." Was she petty enough to hold something she knew Mathias found attractive over him? Yes, yes she was. She had also lied about her choice of attire for the evening. She had picked a rather simple pink gown originally but had ended up playing dress up with Hiro earlier. The boy was currently wearing her original gown. "You want to tell me why you even gave me this gown? You ignored me for literally months, dumped me in front of the entire school via howler, and then tossed the damn thing at me."

Her cheeks burned at that accusation, mostly because of how correct it was. She floundered at first; Matt was being an asshole, and it wasn't something she was used to. "I... I DON'T need a date, Mathias, but someone did happen to ask me. He's just a little late." It definitely sounded like a lie she made up on the spot, a version of the 'my girlfriend/boyfriend goes to another school' kind of lie. "Why do you even care?"

Pumpkin was a little attention hog, shamelessly nuzzling against Mathias. He did not smell quite right, so decidedly the cat was trying to mark his territory by rubbing his face against his outfit, purring happily all the while. He meowed for more attention as if demanding a reward for his loyalty (I made sure the salty-smelling boy knew he wasn't welcome around our human). Pumpkin had been tormenting poor Levi every chance he got, whether it was knocking items out of his hands, interrupting his interactions with Winnie, or glaring at him menacingly (as menacing as a cat could be). Levi's sins were simple enough; 1. He was not the orange-haired boy, 2. he did not feed him, and 3. he brought the strange long-earred cat around and stole the pink girl's attention.

She clung to her traitor of a cat when Mathias passed him to her. The creature yowled in disapproval, seeking more food. "Does he? Is that who the flowers are for? Found my replacement already?" She asked through gritted teeth. She was never great at hiding her emotions, despite San attempting to teach her. She knew there was something sketchy about Hiro! He was too nice. She was going to have to teach him to keep his hands off of things that didn't belong to him. To think she had been having fun with him up until this point, even playing dress-up and allowing him to borrow some of her clothing. Now he was using them to... UGH! She couldn't believe she had been so stupid.

Her new friend was just as much of a traitor as her damn cat, and here he was making an appearance with another Mahoutokoro student she recognized from the day the other schools had arrived. She sniffled, forcing herself not to cry. Not in front of Matt. Levi would be here soon, right? Then she could show him... Originally their date was meant for her to be able to protect Mathias, but if this is how he wanted to play... "Y-You can wear whatever you want, Hiro, but you should probably keep a collar and leash on Mathias if you're planning on making him stay."

Pumpkin had also zeroed in on Hiro, and he flopped his head backwards in Winnie's arms to stare up at him. His tongue stuck out, blepping as he likely tried to figure out who the strange pink-haired lady was, and if she had any food on her.

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[font=Book Antiqua]EN #664d00, GR, RU #A57865[/font] ────────────────────── [font=Book Antiqua]INTERACTS.[/font] Reducio [font=Book Antiqua]@Aurelia Notrésvace Permission to slightly godmod granted[/font]

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[font=Book Antiqua]02/04/2022[/font] In robes [x] ────────────────────── [font=Book Antiqua]MENTIONS. None.[/font]

[font=Book Antiqua]Despite the fact that Aurelia arguably knew her way around better than he did, Lysander felt compelled to escort her. It was gentlemanly after all. By simply following the trail of formally attired students to where he'd heard the Gryffindor commons to be located, he was able to find the thing after a minute or two. That, and the Fat Lady portrait wasn't exactly hard to miss.

He leaned against the wall across her and checked his watch. Right on time, but not enough to get comfortable. Cutting herself off mid-conversation with another group, the chatty portrait swung open to a crowd of students leaving, his date noticeably—in more ways than one—among those trickling out. Lysander straightened his posture at the sight of Notrésvace, urged by the fleeting thought that he was lucky to snatch a looker like her. Alright. Charm time.

“...As beautiful as ever, Aurelia,” Lysander said, meeting her halfway. A stray hand outstretched towards her to take, if she were willing, lest he instead fumble awkwardly in his pockets. Aurelia wore enough adornment for the both of them, her floral dress contrary to his plain black in all ways except shared traces of silver. Perhaps the corsage could change that?

He grinned, hands gentle on her wrist. “Hey. Before we go, I made you this. Thank you for accompanying me tonight.” Lysander's free hand dipped into a pocket for a simple, pale carnation corsage. He knew girls to enjoy these things, especially hand-crafted, though Aurelia clearly harbored no preferences on moral acquirement if his necklace around her neck was any indication. Onto her wrist the corsage slid, and as he did so with utmost concentration, Aurelia could possibly get a glimpse of his own to match, albeit half obstructed by collar and robes.

And there. A matching, Midspring couple. If allowed, he would bring her hand to his lips to suavely kiss, before pulling back and offering her his arm. “Shall we?” The Great Hall was no long trek by any means, and with light conversation between the pair, they entered the main ball area seemingly just a few minutes after the doors opened. There weren't many attendees yet, so what better opportunity to ensure the high-born girl on his arm could enjoy herself before things got too rowdy? “Lady's choice. Where do you want to start?”[/font]

[font=Book Antiqua]STATS: STA 12; EVA 19; STR 10; WIS 5; ARC 0; ACC 12 ABILITIES: N/A

[font=Book Antiqua]ACTIONS:[/font] Arriving with Aurelia.

Another year, another ball. Annie had always had the same feeling about them. She was excited to pick out her outfit, it was a chance to dress up and show off to others but somehow it always ended in disaster. Her usual dates consisted of a friend, meeting up with people there or just going alone. This time was no different, for her at least. The brunette never got the courage to approach Calli since the event a few months past let alone ask her to the ball. Instead she sought comfort in a familiar face of a younger Hufflepuff by the name of Marius Brown. He was an intelligent and kind young badger who had approached her and asked if they could go as friends. Of course she agreed, a small smile on her face. It wasn't ideal but she wouldn't let him down as it was probably one of his first balls and he should have a fun day.

Back to the present, Annie had entered the Great Hall and stuck near the doors, but not close enough to get slapped in the face by it if someone opened it rather quickly. Her hands held the sides of her dark colored dress, a slight more noticeable than everyone else's bright, lavish colors. She smoothed a few wrinkles that she felt before her train of thought wandered off. What would Marius wear? They hadn't talked about matching outfits as they weren't a couple plus the idea either made her gag or awe, there was no in between. When would he arrive? Hopefully he wouldn't be too late because standing around wasn't all that fun.

Her interest had been piqued by the craft tables of which she heard they were making flower crowns. Even if she couldn't see what she was doing with her eyes, the idea of making flower crowns brought back many happy childhood memories and her fingers itched to weave them together. She figured it would get crowded quickly with the amount of students from the other school and wanted to get out of the crowded meet and greet space as soon as possible. Else she would likely end up bumping into a total stranger and causing a scene which was the last thing she wanted. She fidgeted with her hands at her sides, listening to the chatter around her. What she would give to have Eiryk perched on her shoulder for support.

Stats: Stamina | 9
Evasion | 8
Strength | 10
Wisdom | 7
Arcane Power | 8
Accuracy | 13
Items: Wand
Health Tracker: 900/900
Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong | Blindvision | Perfectionist | Catch
Action: Entering the Great Hall, waiting for @Marius Brown & being lost in thought

Roleplaying as Akira Shimizu from Mahoutokoro
Outfit: x

Already, the ball was coming off to a strange and confusing start -- the exact opposite of what he had expected. A delicate-looking girl in a flowing pink gown and bouncing, pink wavy hair was dragging him through the grounds to the Blossom Ball. This was ridiculous on multiple accounts: 1) He hardly interacted with girls outside of studies and dueling. He considered most of them to be difficult to understand, and certainly way too unpredictable. 2) The girl tugging at his hand was not even a girl. It was Hiro Bakugo, a decidedly male human boy dressed well enough to deceive the gaze of any onlooker, and who had certainly deceived Akira himself just moments before. 3) Where were the other Mahoutokoro students? Why was that pest of a boy Aryaan Shamsi nowhere to be seen at this moment? Why was Chikao Narumi not singing inane comments in his wake?

He had been duped. And now the world would think that he was going to the ball with a pretty girl, instead of the motley crew of embarrassing first-years like he had expected.

Well, perhaps that was a bit of an improvement. Just the smallest bit.

Nevertheless, he trudged onwards, moody as hell. Letting the world and Hiro Bakugo know of his outward disappointment, which was painted clearly on his natural resting asshole face. "Hey, let go," he would mutter, trying to snatch his hand back and break Bakugo's grip, but failed. Merlin, that quidditch player's grip was made of iron. True, he got to know Bakugo-san better after their conversation on the lake, and the other boy's circumstances had managed to slightly resonate with his own troubles. However, Bakugo was not his friend, so he/she/whatever should stop acting like it.

Bakugo-san chattered on excitedly about the ball, and Akira took the chance to glance around. "Yes, I went to the Fall Ball, and it was an utter disaster," he said sardonically. Maybe this one would be too. He really wasn't sure why he was here at Hogwarts, again. This school perplexed him in more ways than one, and had the nerve to call itself a school when it was obviously just a circus. But, this time, he was here for the Goblet of Fire, he told himself, and that was what drove him onwards.

At Bakugo-san's mention of cherry blossoms, Akira glanced around, his eyes finding the familiar pink blossom within the hall. The Great Hall had turned into a splash of beautiful colors, decorated with many unique flowers and tables of food that he had never seen before, likely from all corners of the world. For a moment, the boy forgot his criticisms of the place, and reveled in the festive scenery and appetizing assortment of food, his features softening.

Bakugo-san apologized for clutching onto his hand for so long, and for a moment, Akira didn't even realize he was still being held hostage. When Bakugo gave him a teasing grin as he commented about the softness of Akira's hand, Akira narrowed his eyes at him. "Of course," Akira professed. "I take good care of myself, if you must know," he added for good measure, as if he were deeply offended that Bakugo would think otherwise.

In terms of activities, Akira glanced briefly at the lists. 'Firewalking Obstacle Course'? 'Flying Torch Tag'? Why did all these things involve fire? Was Hogwarts trying to get students killed and maimed? None of them looked appealing to Akira. "I don't know," Akira mused, "Do you really want this soft skin of mine to get burnt?" he said, before knowing what he was saying. It came out differently than what he had expected, as if he were responding to Bakugo's previous tease. And he couldn't give him that. His face darkened again with a scowl. "Do it yourself, I'll have to sit this out," he added moodily.

He found his ears hurting when Bakugo yelled out someone's name. He turned to see Matiasu Puraido from his own school, so he bowed accordingly. "Puraido-senpai," he addressed the older boy politely. "I hope you're enjoying yourself? How does it feel to be back at your former school?" he asked conversationally, glad for some respite from Bakugo-san's antics.

He noticed that Winnie Harper-san was standing next to his senpai. She seemed a little upset, but Akira nodded politely to her in greeting, catching Bakugo's question about his outfit. "Harper-san, did you play a part in Bakugo-san's outfit?" he asked, thinking that it would all make sense if she somehow did. It was very... pink, after all.

Soon enough, a skewer was presented to his face. Its savory aroma was actually quite enticing. "Want a bite? Or do you want me to feed it to you, dear?" Bakugo teased. Always, the teasing. Akira sniffed disapprovingly at the idea of being fed by someone who was not even his friend. "No, I can feed myself, thank you. I'm still in one piece, thank Merlin, after you pulled me here in your death grip," he said, snatching the skewer from Bakugo's hand and bit into it. As expected, it was satisfying, and some of his discontent melted away.

But, his body was soon on high-alert again as Bakugo screeched. Akira's eyes searched for the culprit that was way too cute for that boy to contain himself, and his eyes landed on an orange cat. He almost dropped his skewer. Cats were the bane of his existence. Whatever the hell did they want with their staring eyes, coming up to rub against your leg one second and scratching or pouncing the next? They were such irrational creatures. He took a blatant step back.

Playing as iNPC Yefim Rumyantsev

Another dumb Hogpiss ball, but he could not say he wasn't excited about it. Of course he put his name in the Goblet of Fire, of course he was going to win and represent Durmstrang in a swath of competitive battles. As it so happened, there was no better student than Yefim, and the older he grew, the more imposing he became. He still had his same crew, but over the years it had grown. He still had the same manic energy, but now it was dangerous. As he strode into the Great Hall, his chest would be puffed out, and his grin would be unbearably smarmy. The first thing he would do was troll for victims.

Antagonization was an art in itself, one taught to Durmstrang students subtlety by calling it 'intimidation.' The other schools and Pigwits gathered around to celebrate unity and togetherness would get a quick lesson he hoped they wouldn't forget. Durmstrang taught their students better, and even despite the disgusting nature of letting non-human creatures compete, he would overcome anything. Hogwarts could let dragons attend and he would still beat it to a pulp. With one hand. Explosions everywhere... and lava. And a thunderstorm. And actually the dragon had two heads.

He was not only looking for glory for his school, nor just revenge for the mistreatment of his closest allies, but also pure domination. He didn't go anywhere without letting people know he was on the top rung, and shouldn't be messed with for any reason. Him, his crew, and anyone from Durmstrang were off limits, or else. He was sadly a bit early though, in his enthusiasm. Not many were gathered, so his act would be just for him. A bit of random violence, as a treat. Moving to the tables where a bunch of international food was gathered, he spied a proper young lady all gussied up with an expression of hope and excitement for the day to come. He'd fix that.

Picking up a bowl, he'd dump the contents of some kind of drink on top of her head, drenching the immaculate hairstyle and getting sticky sugar stuck in all her jewelry. He'd laugh while doing it, of course, a great deal of pleasure to be derived from the shock on the nearby students' faces. Putting it back down, he'd continue smiling at the girl, hoping to hear some shrill squeaks of resentment that he could use to fuel further evildoing. If he had used his skills of perception (he doesn't have them,) he might have noticed his special person hugging the walls nearby, but in his defense, she was a bit harder to recognize after the change.