Event Midspring Celebration

Harper was ready for the ball. She was excited because she wanted to get some time to possibly introduce herself to some people and get to know them. Luckily, she had a dress from home that she had just in case she had needed to dress up. It wasn't anything special, but it was fancy enough for the event. Plus she got to wear her favorite bow in her hair. All she had done was put her hair in a bun and then pinned the bow in her hair afterwards. She was a fan of simple things like that. She didn't understand how so many people could so easily get dressed up easily. She didn't like to be that fancy.

Harper took a deep breath and remembered about the food she had gotten for the potluck. She had gone in and gotten just some simple chocolate chip cookies figuring that although they may not be the best idea, at least people would hopefully eat them. She quickly found the table to set them on and then sat herself down nearby. She stared as people started walking into the ball. Since it was her first year she didn't know anyone and she felt a bit too shy to just go up and talk to someone so, she would likely wait for someone to talk to her. If they wanted to that was. She didn't mind either way.

As she was sitting alone, she took a moment to look at her shoes. She thought that they were so pretty. They were white, but that's one of the things that she loved most about them, they matched with almost anything so they worked with nearly all of her outfits and she didn't need any other pair of dress shoes. However, the only downside was that they were well... White... So she had to always hope that events like this were inside so that she could avoid getting her pretty shoes dirty and full of grass stains.

faye simmons
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Date: 02/04/2022| Time: sunset | CC: #369676
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An unhappy look on her face, Faye looked down at her shaking hands. Why were they doing this? She was not one to care much for how people saw her, but right now, in front of Regina, she felt terrible. She was trying ever so hard to prove herself to this one girl, but her anxiety was getting in the way again.

Another anxious giggle escaped her lungs, but died quickly in her mouth at her date’s request. The Ravenclaw grabbed a drink from behind her and chugged it to stop her from choking on her own embarrassment.

“Air. Air’s good. It helps you, ya know, breathe.” She wheezed, placing the empty cup of whatever she’d just drank back onto the table behind her.

In her entire, although uneventful, twelve years of life, nobody had asked if anything bothered her, plus actually act on it. It made Faye feel a sort of warmness inside, like somebody was actually making an effort for her. For somebody who made enormous efforts, plus some more, to get people to be her friend, it felt nice to actually get some back.

It had taken all this time, but her friend was finally (slightly, but the tiny success still counted in her eyes) reciprocating the one-sided friendship. All it took was a lot of unnecessary bugging and a stubborn soul that was so desperate to make friends with this girl it never gave up.

The assuring hand squeeze made her heart skip a beat, having to fight herself to begin breathing again. The proximity had been hard to handle, but this? This was a whole new level.

As she was led out of the ball, she noticed Juniper, one of her best friends, sat at a table with what looked like somebody she was very close with. She didn’t recognise him, but he looked nice. Sort of. With her spare hand, Faye waved estaticly to her friend, a massive grin plastered over the one reserved for Regina.

“JUNI! HEY! WHO YOU WITH? OH NEVERMIND, BYE!” She screeched, her voice quieting as she got farther and farther towards the exit, and then left completely.

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STATS

(Stamina - 4| Evasion - 6 | Strength - 6 | Wisdom - 7 | ArcP - 6 | Accuracy - 6)

| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: @ Regina Miller | 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: @Juniper Kelly,@Draven Mirador |
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Interacting with @Santario Martin

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"True... I doubt we will ever truly shake off the chaotic nature of this school" he smiled back, providing San every last bit of his attention. The girl before him never seized to amaze in knowledge and beauty. She was simply perfect in every way, and when they were close he could truly lower his guard and be himself. They bounced off each other like nothing he'd ever seen before, even when they were bickering they seemed to be a perfect fit.

Percival giggled when she mentioned about throwing dirt at him for his charming words. For some reason, earth had connected them from day one. Their love of the land seemed to be the thing that really kickstarted their relationship "You can try, I doubt you'll be able to catch me though" he teased, jokingly bopping her on the nose in reference from putting dirt on there on a previous occasion. Keeping his hands up, he gently put it on her arm as he looked inside. Everything seemed calm for now, if things got too rough he supposed they could get some air

"We may as well head inside for now, I'm curious to see who has come with who this time" He remarked, his eyes returning to meet hers for a few silent moments. Raising his hand, Gray pushed away any loose hair from her face, smiling brightly before taking a step back and bowing "Ladies first..." He said, his arm extending outwards to let San go in before him

Following close beside her, he straightened out his clothing and kept an eye out for trouble. Not that he was worrying for himself, but for the other people attending.

"I'm surprised the Huffs haven't set everything up in flames yet..."

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She was looking around at all the students, the great hall filled with them. There was more joy and happiness than she could ever have imagined, people had brought dates, were laughing and enjoying the evening. As she was looking around, she suddenly felt someone bump into her. She grabbed the wall, managing to protect herself from falling. But clearly, the person who had bumped into her had failed. She kneeled down while having a small fight with her far to huge dress. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry!" She said, when she looked at the person, she noticed it was not just someone bumping into her, it was Hunter, the boy she knew from the lake.

She gave a small giggle when he called her Ms. Cohen again, no one really called her by her last name, but she didn't mind, she found it quite charming. "Well well, Mrs.Argentum it is. " She said laughing. "No need to apologise. i"m quite surprised you bumped into me, with this huge dress, even a giant wouldn't be able to miss it, sadly enough..." she said. She loved the dress, it was gorgeous, but Judith never liked being in the spotlight, and with the huge ball dress, it made it rather, complicated to not be noticed. She looked at Hunter, who was dressed up as well. She noticed he looked really great in a suit. After realising she had been staring at him, again. She shook her head a little and gave a soft smile.

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@Hunter Argentum

Word count: 266

Outfit | Nails | Open to any and all interactions
Decided I would write a bit of Alec reacting to Felix- This is before Alec talks to Selim

“Hey Brick Lips, I know you’re a wall, but try to be more subtle, eh?”

Mature of you, funeral home, real mature. “That was rather uncalled for.” Alec spoke, and left it at that. He impressed even himself with his ability to ignore Felix and not get upset. The imp wasn't worth his time, especially if he was going to play that card. No insult of his was valid enough to upset Alec when he was making a mockery of himself with a joke that meant Felix was both incompetent and insensitive. Alec didn't have time for childish games today.
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There was many a thing that reminded the Gryffindor of books. He had lived through them for year, they offered a chance to live through the words on a page. For a child who wasn't given many options, the escapism a book could provide had always been incredibly surreal. He lacked the patience to finish a majority of the books he had begun to read but that had never really been the point. Alec didn't love reading the way he used too. Often he was studying, and he had no time to be reading for leisure. Studying was draining, and when studying was the only thing he had been using books for the idea of reading had become less alluring as a whole. Every white rabbit cliche in fantasy books had a certain set of metaphors attached. Alec had thought the light-hearted ones nice, still, he would have been lying if he suggest the darker ones weren't of intrigue. If you mixed both it was like coating something bitter in sugar. Appealing at first, though you could never rid the after-taste. The stranger spoke about his mask and Alec nodded. “It's well-made. You're craftsmanship is incredible.” The stranger was memorable? New for Alec... He hadn't even gotten a name yet and he knew he was going to remember the other. Alec was going to sketch him and his mask when he left the ball.

“Oh,” Alec whispered, his eyebrows furrowed in concern, as the other started to cough into his mask, and when he began to lean on the cane Alec made himself put his hands behind his back. Attempting to resist the temptation of making a big deal out of nothing. The third-year was off-put by coughing, it was not often that he noticed people doing it. Magic cured ailments with such ease that a person usually never had a chance to cough before being sent to a healer. Alec had always felt the school to be on top of illness, catching symptoms immediately, which meant the cough couldn't have been caused by an illness, at least not anything physical.

The stranger introduced himself as Selim, Selim Shimada. Alec's processing speed had slowed, frozen he would stare blankly at Selim for a few seconds, still caught on Selim's light coughing fit. Alec would blink as he pulled himself together, an apologetic frown tugging at the corner's up his lips. He would nod, “Alec,” Selim had seemed unsure about his last name as he introduced himself. It was familiar in an uncomfortable way. Words better left unsaid. Like Alec's preference to leave out his last name.

“Shimada? That's not a very common last name around here.” Alec knew Selim went to Hogwarts from his accent, otherwise he would have taken a guess that Selim were from another school. Selim being from Hogwarts and having the last name Shimada lead to only one reasonable conclusion. “I presume you know Kazuo Shimada.” A statement, Alec didn't need to ask. There had been only one Shimada at Hogwarts, it was technically still one now, but a different one. Kazuo and Alec had worked on the Blossom Ball last year and shared a cabin during summer camp, Kazuo had come off a little headstrong. Alec had no real opinion on him.

Alec wanted to continue the conversation but before he could Alec felt the unnerving feeling of someone watching him. Alec glanced towards the groups of people though he was unable to pick out any face looking at him. He was just being panicky, his brain was playing tricks on him... He looked back towards Selim. “Do you usually show up at balls? I don't think I've seen you around before.”

"You."

Alec having been on edge by the feeling of being stared at was startled when he heard an unknown voice near him. “Huh?” The Gryffindor swerved around to look at the other, too focused on that fact that someone was behind him to recognize that he had no idea what the person behind him had even said. When Alec saw the stranger he was startled for a second time(Was it his height or the depressing color of his clothes? Who knows, It could have been anyone's guess), and stumbled backwards, catching his balance Alec was relieved he had caused no disaster. With his luck he would have fallen into the tables with food of them messing up the food and the tables.

Confused, Alec's grip on his wand tightened, he raised an eyebrow questioningly, and folded his arms across his chest, Alec figured it wouldn't be that far off to assume this guy had been the one staring. “What..? Am I in your way? All you had to do was ask me to move.” It's not very nice to go around staring at people and spooking them by appearing near them with no warning. Everybody knows your not apparating don't pretend to do it. Or interrupt decent conversations.

Interacting with: Felix Kolbeck@Winnie Harper | @Selim Faust | Mikael Halldorson@Percival Rainwood
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Action:
-Alec attempts to cast cheering charm on himself in his last post
Stamina > 9 || Evasion > 7 || Strength > 7
Wisdom > 7 || Arcane Power > 8 || Accuracy > 9
Abilities: Evasive Maneuvers, Advanced Casting, Perfectionist
Inventory: Wand

Selim Text Color: #4d0f25
Aku Text Color: #614f6d

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"So weary with disasters, tugg’d with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance. To mend, or be rid on’t."
- William Shakespeare's 'Macbeth'

Outfit:

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The third-year dipped his head in thanks at the praise, a slight smile on his face that went unseen by anyone around him. "The praise is appreciated. While I'm hardly a master, I take pride in my art. It's become a sort of... hobby."

When he had time, he'd either spend it researching or making a new mask. He was pondering setting up an 'online store' for it. He didn't mind the thought of selling his work to muggles and perhaps a few wizards that use the internet. Besides, it was revenue, just a way to try and build up a foundation for his future independence.

Well. He'd think about it, but he was starting to run out of space to store his masks, and sending them back home was a bit of a hassle.

As the boy gave his name in turn, Selim nodded, hardly bothered by the omittance of his last name. Selim gave both because some people preferred referring to others in their last name rather than their first. He himself still tended to do so, just some professionalism carried on from his culture.

His peer then went on to prod a bit more about his last name, making Selim a tad uncomfortable, but this was just another opportunity to try and... adapt, to the change. "Ah, yes, Kazuo, as of last summer, is my adoptive younger brother." He paused, "I'm settling in fairly well, the experience has been quite positive" He added to avoid any awkward questions about how the whole process was going.

Thankfully the other boy changed the subject, and he nodded, "Yes I've been to every ball since I started my first year at Hogwarts, but I'm not terribly well known outside of a few... odd, spheres of students. So my presence during them goes largely unnoticed." As he preferred. He had a habit of lurking in the shadows thanks to his birth clan, it was a tad difficult to break out of it just to do something as bothersome as initiate socialization.

Selim then paused as a taller figure not-so-subtly snuck up behind his conversation partner. The body language of the stranger immediately made him narrow his eyes, they seemed... hostile, which wasn't really helped by their one-word declaration. Tension in the muscles, the clipped way they had been walking beforehand, the narrow-eyed glare, their unpleasant expression. If this boy wasn't looking to take out some sort of frustration on something, or someone, then he had a very unfortunate resting expression, and really needed a message.

Selim sighed, why couldn't students just keep to themselves? This was a classic recipe for trouble. Unimpressed, the third year leaned his cane against the table. "No, you were hardly in the way, seeing as how there is more then enough room to just go around us." He drawled, the guy had just stopped behind him when he was clearly weaving his way through the crowd just fine beforehand. He doubted the stranger was suddenly incapable of moving around what was barely a roadblock.

"Do you need, something, sir? Or are you just here to interrupt our conversation and recite pronouns to us?" The masked boy asked bluntly, hardly intimidated by the larger teen. He wasn't in the mood for drama at the moment, seeing as how he was still dealing with the racket of the soap opera a little ways away from them. While he wasn't here to harm people, he'd fully be willing to defend himself, and his fellow student, if need be.

His chopsticks weren't just for sushi, after all. A certain half-giant could likely attest to that (Not that he took pride in his actions at the festival but facts were facts).

Pride was a complicated monster. But there was a series of uncanny choices that brought them to this heated moment. Naturally she hated him, this moment was actually their true state. She saw him for what he was, cold, calculating, selfish and above all else ambitious. Winnie was in truth a poor match for him, a romantic, a dreamer. He had spend months ensuring a tense reunion and Winnie spent her afternoons playing dress up with his meddlesome roommate. He did not know what to think of Hiro, his roommate was playing some game with their heads, only HE was allowed to play head games. Hiro was touching her things, her cheap things that he would replace eventually anyways, but still they were not meant for his roommate. Yes, Mathias Pride was an unreasonable young man, prone to fits of rage, jealousy and selfish inclinations. Reasonable was never a part of Pride's mindset in regards to Miss Harper. Hiro was fortunate it was his dress strap that was cut rather than the filthy flesh that was touching it.

"Stripping me in front of my date, was that your intention all along? How perverted, Mathias."

He would be rebuked, called a 'pervert' for cutting the dress. "Yes, the ever-lewd clavicle," Mathias commented with an eyeroll. "Avert your eyes before Hiro's reputation is sullied," yes he used the familiar given name rather than surname. He was not in Japan and he was not playing my their rules of social conduct and 'grace.' His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He was not here to make friends and he did not need allies. His eyes flickered as his gaze rested on the 'ruined dress', "you're the one playing dress-up in my girlfriend's clothes." Mathias' statements and opinions do not reflect those of the writer.

"I am more than happy to enjoy your mewling day in and day out... in Japan," he announced as he looked down on the disgraced, unharmed, overly-dramatic boy who had meddled in matters he did not understand. That never should have involved him. Now he too would be forced to contend with the tears and the wails that grated on Pride's ears almost as much as they did the former Slytherin's soul. "Buy your own dresses, pink was never your color anyways!"

"Oh, so I'm not even allowed to let him borrow clothing?"

"No!" He exclaimed as if it was as obvious as the time of day.

"My dress... Why... WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?"

"I will buy you a whole damn wardrobe woman," he snapped. Not that it would do well to calm her down, it was like a forest fire already out of control. It needed to burn itself out and exhaust all available fuel before it would simply dissipate. There was going to be no placation, nothing that could possibly ameliorate her wrath. He had no intention of even trying, once he had severed his roommate's strap he would clasp his wrists behind his back and let Winnie have her way with him.

In the view of his contemporaries, his opponents and his future subordinates, any whose attention might be drawn and anyone whose presence was demanded he would give his 'why.' "Because he is bothering you to get to me." Did she really think that this boy from across the world had an interest in her? That she was anything more than a novelty. Hell, he knew he was no different. The massive European was a stand-out and he knew it. The promise of a champion had gotten everyone talking. "People are not friendly for no reason, and if you think you are then you are living in a fantasy. Just wash your face, get a drink and find your alleged date. I will find you after my name is called."

And his date would waddle in, the Napoléon of the fête. How something so insignificant and squat could command so much attention was beyond Pride. The house elf blood was strong in him. From the beady eyes to those likely bat-like ears hidden beneath his mop of greasy hair laden with far too much hair product. Shimizu would realize that this dispute was best handled by being... elsewhere. It would also appear that Shimizu had issues of his own to contend with, most notably his 'not-date' Bakugo.

He would not stop the boys' departure (OC: unless you wanted the intervention in which case he calls after) as he walked away with (probably) his roommate.

It took awhile for his replacement to show. Potentially saving Mathias Pride from a brutal lashing. “Winnie,” the voice from below would call out. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. This,” he displayed a bunch of weeds wrapped into a 'crown' “kept me running a dash behind.” It was a paltry gift, a sad attempt to emulate affection Pride had no belief Levi actually had and if he did, well then Levi Drakos was a more pitiful specimen than he had ever presumed. Chasing after a girl obvious heart-broken and fixated on someone else. Chasing after someone that truly did not want him, could not want him and would never want him. Not because he did anything wrong, but simply because he was not good enough for not just her but for anyone. An act of pity, one of mercy, one of vindictiveness. Yes, he did feel that Winnie chose to bring Levi as her date to stir something in the teen.

“Let’s not blow this out of proportion. He... has no right to ruin our evening. God, Mathias, didn’t you ever wonder why I chose to bring... Nikita to the ball? You were cruel. I thought maybe you’d finally let me be and if not… at least there would be a witness to the lengths you go.”

Mathias let out an incredulous laugh. "Starting to believe the lies or are you just good at fake-crying like some spoiled child trying to get an extra toy during an outing. How long will it take for you to tire of this one? What ever happened to your last one -- Nicky or something like that." He was close and frankly he did not care enough to remember her name. In fact the most relevant thing about the girl was the fact that she existed alongside Levi. Astonishing truly that Levi had the capacity to give another being relevance even if for no more than a fleeting moment.

“If I am forced to see you again this evening, anywhere near her, I swear I will do what I should’ve done last year.”

Then there was the 'manly' threat. The threat where he does what, engage in a game of fisticuffs for his honor. Where he flourishes his wand in a crowded ballroom and gets himself floored by one of the professors before he can cast his first incantation.

"...then you should keep your date off of me," Mathias reminded Levi. "She came to me rather than look for you," even in a situation like this Levi was second fiddle to someone. Always a groomsman, never a groom. Despite his unflappable façade, he seethed internally as Levi's arm draped around Winnie. Like a limp strand of seaweed attempting to embrace a stone, he hoped Winnie would slap him away but expected nothing of the sort considering the fact that he was her sole source of comfort. He should be thankful his competition was only Drakos and not someone more...significant. More capable of winning, no earning her heart. Levi was a snake regardless of the house he occupied, an opportunist and a liar and not a good one at that. Preferable competition really.

“My mother sent a dress. I’ve left it somewhere, if you’d like it.”

How blood convenient. He muttered. Maybe he would also show up in one of Winnie's dresses too.

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mentions: n/a interactions: @Edme Achillian

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A sigh of relief escaped Vienna's lips as Edme assured her that she hadn't been waiting long. "Oh, good. I was afraid I kept you waiting for a while," she laughed with a relieved, joking tone. The conversation continued, the topic switching to the two girl's outfits. "Thanks," she smiled. "Green is my favorite color. I actually borrowed it- but apparently, my cousin and I have the same taste, so it's not that bad," she joked. "I do wish it was a bit shorter though. I've never been good with long skirts- I won't be surprised if I trip over this dress at least once," she frowned.

"But anyways," she continued, trying her best not to ramble. "Whoever helped you out did amazing. Maybe I could ask for some advice from them. I've been told my style isn't the best," she chuckled nervously. Not that her style was bad, or anything. But Vienna's style was filled with mismatched and bright patterns and colors, patterns and colors that could seem a bit over the top to some. She had been dubbed childish a few times as well. But it really wasn't her fault she liked rainbows so much.

As the two continued their conversation, Vienna's eyes continued to observe the Great Hall. Her gaze fell upon the goblet of fire, its bright flames shimmering and catching the eyes of anybody who walked within the vicinity of the object. Vienna's eyes widened. Having already cast her name, she had no need to rush over. However, she felt a pit grow in her stomach as she realized that the names would be drawn that night. She sighed, trying to reorient herself. Stressing about the goblet wouldn't help. In fact, it might just have ruined her night. Right now, the best she could do was enjoy her time with Edme. She nodded to herself, turning back to her friend as she allowed herself to tune back into reality.

Vienna's ears had just begun functioning again as Edme began to speak about the many activities the event had to offer. "Yeah, they really did," she laughed. "But it's quite charming, if you think about it. It shows they really do care about this stuff, and it's not just some poorly thrown together excuse for a ball," she joked. "And, speaking of the crafts table, would you like to head over there? It sounds like fun. I've never been quite the artist or craftsman, but it's worth a shot," she shrugged with a grin.

"Oh!" She exclaimed as she remembered what she had seen when she entered. "And maybe we could sign up for games later? I saw the sheet, they sound like fun. I didn't get to read the descriptions though, so we could read them together when we get over there. But, crafting table first, aye?" She added.

action: heading to the crafting table, if edme agrees

inventory: wand (though she can't do much with it)

Outfit

Stamina 8

Evasion 13

Strength 15

Wisdom 3

ArcPower 3

Accuracy 11

"Poor sweet, dear, uptight Nicholas McCowan, being mercilessly bullied by some pretty girl," she taunted. It sounded absolutely ridiculous when put into words. He was a 'good boy'. He was mostly polite, followed the rules. He was such a straight edge, if someone added some hatch marks to him he could have been a ruler. "Why is the shrieking banshee you were making out with on Valentines Day not here?" She was of course referring to Aurora Ranvier, a girl she had an uncanny fixation on. Had his heart moved on so quickly or was whatever that was purely lust? If so, why the red face? "Well, at least I have you," sentimental who know. Yet there was no comfort in being 'wanted' by Erin Ryan. She was dangerous even when she was on her very best behavior. Unsettling even when she was being 'kind.'

"If she is not here to play, then dance with me," she urged. He had no date by his own admission so the dancefloor was theirs to take. Of course, drinking lead might sound more appealing to the youth than taking the girl's hand or hip. "I am sure you know how to dance," unless his parents were utter failures. "You can bitch about how horrible things are for you in a magical school where you learn from some of the greatest wizards of our time our craft. In a building full of beautiful people where being lovely only means that you are average. While dancing with someone pretty enough that most saine men would be on their knees in thanks." A gracious offer truly. "You have no idea how terribly lucky you are Nicholas McCowan," so let me edify you.

There was no delusion of romance or interest, while most of her peers were drowning in their hormones Erin Ryan was 'different.' Dangerous, violent and perhaps a bit mad. She was not looking to know his taste, to memorize his scent, to obsessively collect memories or bits and baubles that reminded her of him or anyone. Such wants or yearnings required sentiment and she had always lacked that, her heart was hollow and her senses were dull. There was no vigor in her words, just a venomous intelligence. There was no jealousy in seeing girls flock around Howard or the budding relationship between Nicholas and Aurora. No, but there was a part of her that understood and coveted what they had. The moments and the experiences that they took for granted, tried to actively avoid, were the very moments she would have given her life and flesh to experience. In fact... she had.

"Perhaps on the floor you can explain to me why you enjoy misery like some sort of preppy masochist," yes the boy lacked an overabundance of silver, eyeliner and black on black attire to be such a cliché. "And I can be left to wonder why misery is preferred in its abundance over the rare gem that is companionship, courting and potentially love." She skipped over lust, it was in that equation somewhere but she was not entirely certain 'lust' was an emotion or even a sentiment. It seemed more biological than social. Even if lust was also an emotion in some manner, the flustered nature she witnessed in McCowan was not like any lust she had ever seen. Who knows, maybe he has some weird sort of lust, Aurora was a strange colorful little girl.

Action: Asking Nicholas to Dance. feel free to reject, to flee, etc. She will attempt to grab your hand and pull you onto the dancefloor. If you don't lead, she will. The furthest Erin will be going is hands a bit low if she is leading, use this OC knowledge as you will without fear of metagame.

Valentin Schnell played by @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood (food fight) was given permission to successfully hit Erin with food. They reached out via DM's, this is a papertrail of that consent if and when that happens.

Interacting| @Percival Gray | Felix Kolbeck (@Winnie Harper)

Mentions| @Levi Drakos | Erin Ryan | Howard White | Mathias Pride | Winnie Harper | Yefim | Mikael | Valentin

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Percival giggling was something of rare form, but she would take it when she got it. He was always so serious, but every time he relaxed, it allowed her to as well. As he teased and bopped her on the nose, her face wrinkled playfully, but a mischievous glint filled her eyes. “Be careful; someday, I may decide to test your reflexes.” Her eyes followed his as he looked out among the people; it was then that she tensed up slightly.

Her eyes landed on many people Erin, Howard, Mathias, Winnie, and Yefim with his two lackeys. Seemed a little bit of chaos had already started happening with some food flying and Winnie’s trademark pterodactyl screeching. She took a deep breath before looking back up at him. Who had come with who? It was true in their adolescence; people tended to change partners with every ball. “Mmm, Indeed, it is as if sometimes they play roulette every ball. When he reached up to brush some stray hair from her face, she could have melted right then and there. The only betrayal of that would be the flush that colored the crest of her cheeks. Did they really have to attend the ball? Couldn’t they just curl up in front of the fireplace and read? Really it didn’t matter where they were so long as they were together.

Her smile slowly turned into a grin as she stared up at him, but he pulled her back to the reality of their surroundings when he offered ladies first. So she turned to walk further in, wrapping her arm around his if he let her. A slight frown appeared on her face as she walked with Percival. It felt like intense pressure was applied just between her shoulder blades. Santario looked over her shoulder, but there was no one there. Just your imagination. Relax… You’re supposed to have fun. She reminded herself as she looked forward, only to chuckle at Percival’s comment. “No fire, but certainly seems food is flying.”

That was when her eyes caught a particularly familiar head of white hair. If she happened to catch Felix’s eyes, she would offer him a smile with a slight wave of her free hand. Regardless of being penpals, not that she had been all that good at writing him this year, they would need to take some time to catch up eventually. “That’s my friend Felix. He’s from Durmstrang and the one that gifted me the jacket I sometimes wear.” She didn’t make a move to go see Felix. In fact, for the first time, San realized she wasn’t quite sure what she should do or where she should go. Finally, she managed to actually attend a ball with someone of her choice, and she was drawing a blank on what they should actually do.

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