Event Midspring Celebration

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Louca played around with the bowtie around his neck. His mother had insisted on wearing one with the black suit she had sent. He had sent an owl in panic, not having packed any formal wear, and unsure of what that looked like. After all, most times robes or casual clothes were all the things he needed. Who knew this would be taking place? Certainly not him. But now he regretted asking. After all, he did not appreciate the bowtie at all, feeling like it was choking him. Pulling it again, he debated removing it entirely, but wanted to look smart when he met his date. Maybe later in the night he could ditch it. Sighing, he realized that he was just delaying, and really needed to get a move on if he wanted to meet Haley on time.

That was interesting. He honestly hadn’t even thought about asking someone to the ball, but then it had come up in one of his conversations with Haley, and the words had just poured out. He didn’t regret them, not at all, as he had already been feeling something around Haley that he hadn’t felt around others, but had been avoiding the weird feelings. But now they seemed to be all he could think of. Louca had been glad that she had said yes, unsure that even his ego could stand up to the even the possibility of being declined. He likely would have hid for the first time ever in that case, but it didn’t need thinking about because Haley had said yes.

Picking up his pace, he could see the Great Hall, and the numerous people that had already arrived and started having fun. Arriving at the doors, he recalled that they were to meet here, and then enter together. Otherwise it would likely take too long to find each other in the crowd. “Well, then. Laissez les bon temps rouler.” Louca didn’t know why he had said the slogan of New Orleans, or what he considered the slogan, but it just seemed appropriate. Looking around, he kept an eye out for Haley, hoping she would arrive soon and put an end to his nervousness.
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Nicholas’s face tightened as Erin spoke, his upper lip drawing back into such a snarl that he had no hope of playing it off as anything else. There was naught he could gain from interacting with the girl, only humiliation and further frustration. She was beautiful, to be sure, but she was far less the rose than the serpent hidden beneath. A venomous creature that put about as much effort into concealing her true identity as a tiger did its stripes.

Neither the tone nor content of her reply were lost on the second year, and he found himself biting a response before he could properly think, “Don’t bring up fucking Valentine’s Day.”

It was a sore spot, a wound both open and festering. Sure, he may as well have been advertising a limp leg to a lioness, but he had no intention of bearing the brunt of her assault for a moment longer. He’d played defence, even tried pre-empting her offence with such, perhaps it was best to cease with the pansy-like attempts to control his temper. He’d been informed that rage was a weapon best used, perhaps such a use was not careful moderation and application, but a choice of when to let it burn.

Said anger was fueled by a simple truth, so horrible in its evidence, Erin was right. He was lucky, a student at perhaps the most prestigious magical school in the world, surrounded by beauties both in bloom and in the spring of their youth, suffering from the attention of perhaps the most exquisite who numbered among the former, and he’d had the audacity to complain about his lot in life. He was foolish, absolutely privileged beyond measure and with the gall to claim he was anything but.

Yet that truth was marred by another fact, no matter the appearance of excellence, the reality could be anything but. Nicholas was the archetypical example of mediocrity surrounded by greatness, and that alleged luck to be in the midst of countless students in the latter category only served to constantly remind him of his own placement in the former.

“Bite me,” Was all he could say in response, the words failing to form upon his lips, before they did finally eventuate, “I won’t pretend not to be surrounded by beautiful people, and you sure as hell know that you’re in that number. But it doesn’t mean shit when every second one of them is three different forms of fucked up, playing at being who they’re not, desperately trying to climb to the top of the pile by proving just how little everyone else is worth when compared to them. Boasting about their blood status, their good looks, hell their own fucking compassion. It’s all a load of shit. Acting,” He wasn’t aware of just how heated his words were growing, of the increased volume of each and every sound escaping from between his lips, rage and perceived impotence finally finding their outlet.

“Wallow in misery?” He answered the question with a rhetorical one of his own, “At least that emotion is genuine. When was the last time you actually expressed how you felt? Truly felt?” Nicholas gestured widely at the surrounding party, the dancing couples, the food fight, the perfect dresses and suits, “When do you last reckon any of these people dared express anything that meant a Goddamned thing? At least Aurora says what she feels, there’s no pretence.”

He was angry, not just at Erin, but at the circumstances that had seemingly built and built to the moment that had created his own unravelling mental state. Were the reasons petty? Almost certainly. Yet, he did not care.

His hand darted away from her attempt to drag him to dance, there’d be no repeat of her actions before the arriving students from Koldovstoretz that evening.

“I mean… it’s not like I love Aurora or anything,” He added, hastily, her last utterance only processing once his mind had taken the opportunity to cease with its diatribe.

Speak of the devil, and so she shall appear.

The last thing Nicholas wanted that evening was to be caught between Erin Ryan and Aurora Ranvier, even if the latter appeared to be halfway through a crying session and was dressed in what appeared to be a unicorn themed pyjama-set. Alas, dreams did come true, and nightmares were but dreams of a different ilk.

Was she his knight in shining armour? No. But, she made an acceptable alternative to the steed that such a knight was likely to ride in on, unicorns were rather noble creatures after all. They’d not been the best of friends, their last month of interactions had been practically hell, but she was the devil that Nicholas somewhat, allegedly, understood.

Her excuse was particularly lame, but it was something, an excuse. Part of him wanted desperately to go with the girl, to try and make up for his earlier failings, his shortcomings and his blaming her for the Valentines’ incident. But the larger, angrier, part of Nicholas had no such desire to become a trophy to be toyed with.

Just as he did with Erin, he would try to snatch his hand away, “I ‘aint some bleedin’ thing to be dragged around.”

He looked at Aurora, her obviously bloodshot eyes, and opened his mouth to apologise. The nicety only just being cut off as he caught himself, “Sorr-”

God, he just wanted to find out who the champion was. Why were all women crazy?

Outfit: Black slacks, white button-down shirt (sleeves rolled up, loosely buttoned)
Stats: STA: 12 | EVA: 6 | STR: 9 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 4 | ACC: 6
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant
Tags: @Erin Ryan & @Aurora Ranvier
Action: Refusing to be dragged

Roleplaying as Akira Shimizu from Mahoutokoro
Outfit: x

Graphic by Liana Kerr

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Cautionary Signs in the Company of @Simon Kincaid

Smiling at the kiss on the top of her head, AngelFyre reluctantly lifted her head. It had been so peaceful just dancing in his arms, but the truth was, she had not eaten all day long, and she had had next to nothing to drink as well. She was more parched than hungry, but the lack of overall sustenance was starting to make itself known as she was beginning to feel just the slightest bit shaky.

Thinking that Simon must be a mind reader, AngelFyre was grateful when he asked if she might be interested in any food or libations, or maybe even the possibility of leaving the Great Hall to check out the Festival. Before she could respond, he spun her around one more time, and reassured her that they could remain right where they were and dance the whole night away if that is what she desired. What he desired was simply to be with her. And just that easily he melted her heart all over again. She was, hands down, the absolute luckiest girl in the whole of Hogwarts.

Laughing as she came out of the spin, and secretly delighting in the sound of the gown fabric whispering against itself with the motion, she looked up into his beautiful eyes, and gave herself permission to linger a bit there, just taking him in for a few beats of the heart.... his beats of the heart, actually, because it beat more slowly, giving her the illusion of more time to just enjoy being with him, which was also what she most wanted. That was true in that moment and it would be true in any time and at any place they would ever find themselves.

Reaching up and kissing his lips softly but not too terribly slowly, she playfully bit his luscious bottom lip between her teeth and tugged it gently with her as she released the kiss. She softly giggled as his eyes showed a little of the same surprise she saw in them the very first time they ever kissed. Thankfully for both of them, this kiss would have a far happier ending. Before she realized she was even saying it, "I adore you, Simon,"was very clearly voiced. In the very recent past that would have twisted her insides into some Gordian guilt-knot almost immediately, but as she looked down at her claddagh ring, she smiled, remembering there was a new reality to adjust to now. No longer was there a need to be anything but honest with him about such feelings, and with that thought, she did not know if it was low blood sugar or the giddiness at her epiphany, but she felt even more shaky.

AngelFyre took a deep breath and confessed her worry to him. "So my debonair dhampir, I assume you have heard the saying 'Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me?' Well, the truth is that I have not eaten a bite at all today, nor have I had anything to drink in far too many hours, so I think I would love to head over to the food tables. However, and this is a weighty however, I am a little nervous about consuming anything given what happened to me at the Valentine's Day Tea Party. No one needs an encore performance of that freak show." She could not help but laugh a little at that, and was grateful that she could laugh at it a little now. She knew those memories still hurt both of them, and one other she was pretty certain. Yet that she could laugh was an encouraging sign. Maybe some healing was finally beginning to take place and that night would not always linger as the third rail between them. Baby steps, AF.

"So, given that my needs are butting up against my hesitations, I feel I can confidently get something to eat and drink if you can promise me that if I start acting oddly for no reason that makes any kind of sense to you, you will attribute it to a spell or a potion and understand it will be out of my control. Absolve me beforehand, please, as I will you should we find that you are bewitched." She had been looking into his eyes the whole time and when she felt him squeeze her hand, she knew she had her answer. "Excellent. Then may I suggest after a light repast, I really only mean to grab a few grapes quite honestly and some water, that we do make our way to the Festival? I heard someone say there is an effigy in the shape of a dragon, and if there is one thing we are not going to miss tonight, Mr. Simon Ezra Kincaid, Dragon Tamer Extraordinaire in the making, it is for sure that DRAGON!"

And with that said and the wide smile spreading across Simon's oh so handsome face, they walked arm in arm to the food tables, collected what they needed/wanted, and together walked out of the Great Hall and into the twilight of the evening to join the throng of students already enjoying the Festival and its myriad offerings.

ACTION: Leaves the Great Hall after grabbing some water and grapes (free action) to enter the Festival with Simon Kincaid.
STATS: Sta 5 || Eva 4 || Str 1 || Wis 7 || Arc 6 || Acc 7

ABILITIES: Seer 1 (10% auto-dodge chance and 10% auto-hit chance)

Looking for one @Jack Warren~
Open to interactions.

Dealla wasn't early by any means, but not quite late yet, as she crossed the entrance hall towards the great hall. Passably punctual, she would argue, but from what she'd learned, Jack didn't care much about punctuality, anyway.

She liked this year's blossom ball theme - a mid-spring celebration, a nice complement to the fall ball's Samhain theme. Obviously, the night's true main event would be the announcement of the Hexwizard champions, but hopefully, that didn't mean that the time leading up to it wouldn't be entertaining.

Her dress was fancier than what she usually wore; not the cut, necessarily, but the flowing fabric that changed to mirror the time of day and colour of sky. It was dipped in shades of blue and pink right now, mirroring the nearing sunset, and Dee hadn't been able to resist when she'd seen it. It reminded her of the ceiling in the great hall, and of the one in the booted eagle dormitory, and she loved both. The rest of her outfit wasn't nearly as eye-catching - simple sneakers, because she had worn sandals to last year's ball and promptly regretted it, her long hair flowing down her back in waves, styled with just slightly more care than usual. A slim, star and space themed bracelet wrapped around her wrist, the only accessory beyond her usual silver stud earrings.

There was a small flutter of nervousness in Dealla's stomach as she stopped in front of the great hall, turning to check if she could spot Jack anywhere. The last event they'd been to together (although unplanned) had taken... interesting turns. Suffice to say, Dee would be staying away from baked goods today. And possibly drinks, too, thinking back to what she'd witnessed at last year's blossom ball. Fool me thrice, and all that.

Pushing herself up on her tiptoes, leaning forward slightly, Dee peered into the crowd in the great hall. The Goblet of Fire was displayed prominently, and there also already seemed to be a commotion or two... or more, who could tell. It looked like there were sign-ups of some sort. If there was a contest, she'd have to drag Jack over there later... although she suspected he wouldn't be too hard to convinced.

First, she had to find him, though.

Trunk!

banner made by the lovely Pea Elena Fowl And yes the quote is 100% Hana's thoughts

If he had a drink in hand, this would’ve been the perfect time to splutter it out dramatically. That psycho! Hana never expected her to find joy in ruining someone else's relationship. Didn’t she know Starkey was taken? He’d send her a piercing stare, asking her ‘ WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING’ with his eyes. What was his hamster even doing with Stakey? As dates or not, Wyatt wouldn’t stand to be held so closely like that. She was basically asking to be pushed away. @Opeila Winters

That was Hana’s initial thought before seeing Wyatt lean closer to her instead, seemingly …enjoying it? Hana’s angry face washes away and is replaced with a mixture of shock and a sad frown. @Wyatt Starkey

So, it was true then. Wyatt found out about Alec's secret date with Hana and he was dating Winters now. Hana had his suspicions during the Valentines Party from Alec’s awkwardness around him. His thoughts eased when he read Alec’s letter, but the horrendous view of the duo (Opeila & Wyatt) made all the doubts come back to him. Was he truly responsible for their break-up? If being infatuated with Pea wasn’t his mission today, he would walk straight to them to demand an explanation, though no words needed to be said. The small chance that Hana was not the force that drove the two apart would make it all worth it.

To make matters worse, he caught a glimpse of Alec before turning away immediately pretending he never noticed him. One look was all it took to remember Alec is (at the moment at least) dateless. Trying to look as unbothered as possible, Hanako begged in his mind that this feeling of being stared at was just his inflated ego thinking Alec would even bother to look at him. It can’t be his clothes, can it? Did he look hot tonight or did his clothes look fun to set on fire? Was it the clothes or him that Alec wanted to burn. Oh, gosh it's him wasn’t it? At least his clothes were not the reason Alec broke up with his boyfriend. @Alec Mason


Nothing made sense to Hana anymore. Then, was that valentine's note a lie? Was his invitation to hang out again so that it was easier to strangle Hana for what he did? With his parent’s history, Hanako never wanted to be in the same position as Miss Romero. A force that caused a perfect couple to break up. His date with Alec was supposed to be a one-time thing. Get to know each other, find out what made Alec so charming to Wyatt, and end the night as strangers. Of course, it didn’t end that way at all. If only he could go back in time before he even cared about breaking someone up. The possibility of accepting Alec as a date was always there, but Hanako never intended it to have any after-effects to his relationship. But now with Opeila making googoo eyes at Wyatt, and Alec staring daggers at him (he was not) what else was he supposed to assume happen.

But he will do as he always did when he had uncomfortable emotions in a horrible time and place.

Pretend. It. Does. Not. Exist.

And just in time as well! No sooner than his retreat from overthinking he broke up a relationship, Pea Elena Fowl entered the room and god was he happy and boy did it show with the smile on his face. Worked well since he needed to act like he actually liked her. “ Ah, Argan what a pleasant sur-”

Well, it certainly was a pleasant surprise. Visually, even Hana needed to humble himself when she showed off her dress with a twirl. She certainly was adorable, even when they first met. That was a fact no one could deny. But Hana surprised himself by how much he was caught off guard by how mesmerising she looked. It almost made his heart skip a beat. Almost. But he did stare at her a bit too long, which was another thing he had to pretend he didn’t do. It almost reminded him of how he was drawn to Squiddy (@Lucia Fox). That evasive Hufflepuff Duelist he was so enamoured by that he even attacked his teammate. They had similar aura’s didn’t they? The way his eyes were naturally drawn to their features like he was under a spell.

"I know, I look amazing."

Anndddd then she opens her mouth. They were similar in that regard at least. Hana too- was cute until he started talking. Nevertheless, he returned her dramatic entrance with the gentlest smile he could muster. “ Nothing out of the ordinary, I see”. He is a SIMP for her. At least for now until his plan continues without a hitch. No Alec x Wyatt x Opeila drama was going to ruin that. Now erase the fact this brat came in centuries late and continue on looking like a lock sick puppy. “ I don’t think you need anyone to tell you how wonderful you look. And that’s a rather… “ he eyed curiously at the scaly decoration on her shoulder. It wasn’t moving. Was it a taxidermy or something? It looked like another accessory for her to wear, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was. “ intriguing little thing. What’s its name?”. Best to appear like he actually cared about the weird accessory of hers.

“Oh, I almost forgot” behind him, he presented the corsage he had been holding for a god-awful amount of time. Eager to get it off his hands already, he presented it to her. “ I had a guess white would be a suitable choice of color for you. May I?” he insinuated he wanted to put it on her wrist if she would allow it. If she did, he thought of an ultimate embarrassing moment for him for those natural pink cheeks. Hmmm, OH, yes- calling Burnett ‘Jackikins’ and drooling over him during the Tea Party Event. The pain. The anguish. The turmoil. Enough to make him shy enough about wrapping the cursed corsage over her wrist. @Jack Burnettpermission by Pea OOC to auto succeed at making Pea wear this cursed corsage

“You know, there's a lot more to see the further we go into the ball. That big goblet everyone is hyping about looks bigger the closer we get to it. More flowers to see. Still incomparable to your beauty of course~. Or if that doesn’t interest you, would you maybe..” This was a brief moment where his facade faltered, a twinge of a frown could be spotted easily if Pea was quick enough. Laced with light bitterness he continued, “ the festival? “

The festival was Cursed with a capital C. The last time he went to the fall festival, he was literally whacked by a beam. Not the best time. He hoped desperately that Pea would be more interested in the pretty flowers, or the shiny goblet, or the kids throwing around food, than the festival. Ultimately it was all up to her where she wanted to go. Composing himself he wore his gentle smile once more. “It’s your first time at a ball. Choose wherever you want to go~. I'll promise I'll do my best to make this night memorable for you”. @Pea Elena Fowl

Where was the nearest sink? Hana needed to rinse off all this bullshitery he was spewing out. Never had he been so tired of using this gentle voice for so long.

Her hair is dark brown with pink highlights

Banner made by Winnie Harper

Mentioning nono

Interacting with @Nicholas McCowan @Erin Ryan

And it happened again. This guy’s level of hot headedness was astronomical. Should be put in history, world record even. He was always way too harsh on her, expecting the worst of her. At this point, he was the perfect angsty main character and Aurora was just living in it as the main villain who's actually the nicest person on earth, just misunderstood. She expected the response but was still surprised at his tone. “O-okay! Okay-“ stepping backwards, then looked down at her cat slippers, “-you don’t have to yell” It wasn’t fear, no. If anything, she would love to slap him back and forth for the way he treated her. There was no word to describe how disappointed she was when it finally sank in. He had another date, and he wanted to stay at the ball with that other girl that looked so much prettier than her, so much stronger, so much better in everything. He’s a guy with a taste, and Aurora just wasn’t his cup of tea.

“well then, enjoy your-“ She took a deep breath “-d-date” it tasted like the most bitter medicine with a hint of intense hot sauce that burnt her entire tongue but it refused to get numb. From that, it went two ways. One to the tear ducts, triggered it to produce more tears, whilst the other ran straight to the heart with a hammer. She didn’t know what to do, her arms wrapped around her body, she kept pausing every two or three words. She was ruined.

It flooded her head, once again. The unresolved self doubts now mixed together with another brand new insecurity that she had never thought about before. She just wasn’t living up to the standard. Not in talent, not in look, it felt as if she merely exists as the background character nobody cares about. He never cared about. If there would be a chance where she could press rewind, she would never sign up for quidditch scrimmage. That way, the feeling of hatred would not exist, thus the petty conflicts never happened. That day on the lake would just be a regular day. She would go alone to the ball, still obsessing over Pericles, and maybe even enjoying the tea party. It was not better to love even if you lost. She got hurt, badly. it wasn’t something time could mend.

Finally looked into his eyes. Someone must’ve been cutting tons of onions around that area because the urge to tear up was nearly impossible to handle. “I'll just get some food and go back to my room, Lucifur’s waiting anyway” She turned around and rushed outside, mainly to be able to cry without him knowing.

At least she had someone who would always be excited to see her. Either her presence or the food, she wasn’t sure. But Lucifur would never break her heart. Plus, she now had that bear who would hug her every three hours. That should help, right?

Sta - 5 | Eva - 10 | Str - 5 Wis - 8 | Arc - 4 | Acc - 10 Terrible Presence Evasive Maneuvers

Action exiting the thread unless stopped Outfit Reducio I'm lazy to redraw this, but it's like that, the difference is that her hair is now short with pink highlights

April 2nd 2022 • Twilight
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The Midspring Celebration is in full effect. As students attended expecting a nigh of fun and dancing or perhaps a night of adventure with the Hexwizard Tournament... neither one students looked forward to, trouble always followed Hogwarts Balls and this one is no different....

The first years this year seem to want make a stir at cause troubling.... date trouble to be specific. @Regina Miller and @Faye Simmons look to spend the night together but would find themselves interrupted by a third wheel. A ravenclaw third year to be specific. @Juniper Kelly making waves of chaos and tagging along on the two girl's date but wait! Juniper has a date of her own with @Draven Mirador that night and the first year romance deama continues with @Ari Gwild who has a crush on Juniper..... will he confess his love or choose not to ruin the night for Draven and Juniper?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ball love won't be in the air tonight. @Winnie Harper still wanted the attention of her former boyfriend it looked but also from @Levi Drakos, which lucky man would be the one that Winnie choose? We shall see by the end of the night.... maybe. @Mathias Pride preferred solitude it seemed... wanting to be alone but still having the feels for Winnie?

Akira Shimizu (@Avery Chen) and Hiro Bakugo (@Kim Sato) arrive together to the ball but not as a date.... even if they do make a cute pair. Hiro tried to include themselves into the quarreling couple which only ended with being on the wrong side of Mathias wand and a diffindo.

Diffindo DC: 12
Wisdom Roll: [d20:10]+5=15, Success
Accuracy Roll: [d20:8]+10=18
Evasion Roll: [d20:8]+5=13, Hit

The spell would find it's target. Leaving the ends of their ball wear in a pattern of shreads for the remainder of the night..... however, Hiro would find a hero in none other than Winnie Harper. The girl aimed her wand toward the formal love and sent a slowing charm his way. Perhaps as a attemp to keep them together?

Arresto Momentum DC: 10
Wisdom roll: [d20:20]+7=27, crit success
Accuracy roll: [d20:7]+7=14
Evasion roll: [d20:16]+9=25, miss

Alas the slowing charm would miss Mathias leaving Winnie at his mercy of a knockback jinx. Instead of staying together, they would find themselves even farther apart.

OOC wirter approved a auto hit for the spell

The knockback jinx met Winnie and sent her tumbling backwards, a floor away from Mathias Pride.

On another side, the group that perhaps everyone is watching. Revolving around the one and only. @Erin Ryan. Naturally, they attracted quite a bit of attention that night. First, from @Nicolas McCowan who would find himself fighting with @Aurora Ranvier, who tried to pull him away.

Aurora's Strength: [d20:14]+5=19
Nicolas' Strength: [d20:14]+9=23

Nicolas would indeed be stronger, not slipping even an inch away from Erin Ryan.

@Bloom Silverton who decided to apporched @Howard White so her friends doesn't have to but was there something else going on....

Observation Check (1-25 success)
[d100:17] - Success

@Serena Towers would take notice that Bloom seem to be looking at Howard in a different way....

The Durmstrang gang; Valentin "Niffler" Schnell (@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood), Simza Aksamit (@Freya Sterling), Greta Fransson (@Evelynn Decipio), and Mikael Halldorson (@Percival Rainwood) led by the king of international chaos himself; Yefim Rumyantsev (@Flash Holmwood) who started a FOOD FIGHT that night.

Starting off with throwing a drink in @Regina Miller direction, ruining the frabic of her dress but she would find a hero in Henri De Bourbon who cast a cleaning charm in her direction.

Scourgify DC: 10
Wisdom Check: [d20:3]+8=11, success

A flick of the wrist and the dress cleared of any stain. Leaving it as it was when she first entered the ball, now she could enjoy the night with her date after throwing her own plate at the durmstrang so splatters of bits and pieces covered the frabic of his shirt.

Yefim didn't linger long in one spot. Going from one target to another. Arming himself with a plate of pasta containing a deep red sauce that he threw at Tiffany Golightly (@Simon Corbin)

Yefim Accuracy: [d20:16]+10=26
Tiffany's Terrible Presence: [d10:2], no effect
Tiffany Evasion: [d20:10]+9=19, Hit

The pasta found its target. Splattering across their outfit leaving stains of red. Tiffany looked for revenge on their formal wear, not arming themselves with food as they reached over to slap the durmstrang.

Tiffany Accuracy: [d20:8]+5=13
Yefim Terrible Presence: [d10:4], no effect
Yefim Evasion: [d20:10]+7=17, miss

The durmstrang was to fast for them, gracefully avoiding the slap to the face. Would Tiffany seek revenge once more or worry about their ruined and stain covered ball wear?

Valentin "Niffler" Schnell decided to join in on this food fight by arming himself with a chocolate frog and send it Flying toward the one and only.... Erin Ryan.

Valentin Accuracy: [d20:6]+11=17
Erin Evasion: [d20:14]+13=27, miss

The durmstrang seeker would find throwing isn't the same as cacthing as the chocolate frog flew through the air and pass the slytherin.

The food fight continued. Felix Kolbeck (@Winnie Harper) armed himself with some food from the tables and took aim for the durmstrang resident pretty boy; Arjan Oberoi (@Serena Towers)

Felix Accuracy: [d20:11]+8=19
Arjan Evasion: [d20:4]+8=12, Hit

Splattering across the face of the durmstrang, his hair coated in the food that Felix threw. It seemed a food fight was certainty in the midst with the durmstrang but will others join in that is the question....

A school of magic this is so naturally there will be a few spells cast that night. Either for the benefit of others or for the benefit of themselves....

@Alec Mason would aim his wand toward himself, a quick wave of the wrist to cast the cheering charm upon himself

Serenate DC: 10
Wisdom Check: [d20:13]+7=20, Success
Duration: [d3:3], 3 rounds
+2 to the target's Arcane Power for the duration

The spell would quickly take in effect. The cheering charm now surrounding Alec, the question would remain what he would do next? Would he take use of the spell and approach @Wyatt Starkey that night for a dance or would he continue his conversation with the volunteer nurse for the night, @Selim Faust? Or perhaps another item is on the gryffindor's mind.....

Edward Smith (@Noah Jupe) would wave his wand to conjure flowers for his date, @Clair Fernandez that night

Orchideous DC: 12
Wisdom Check: [d20:10]+6=16, Success

A beautiful flower would be conjured from the American's wand for his date that night.

Rodion Makarovich (@Aurora Ranvier) didn't want to take any chances that night, not wanting to ruin his glamorous outfit for that evening. He pointed his wand upward as he flick a elegant wrist for the umbrella incantation.

Pluvia Velo DC: 10
Wisdom Check: [d20:9]+8=18, Success

A invisible shield would cover the boy from above from any possible falling projectiles that could dare ruin his night and the umbrella charm came not at a moment to soon since @Noah Jupe also aimed his wand toward the sky to cast the weather modifying charm.

Metelojinx DC: 12
Wisdom Check: [d20:14]+10=24, Success
A storm cloud formed over the ball, 50 + AP (9) × 10, 10% of lighting per round

A ominous cloud formed over the ceiling, blocking out the colorful lights of the enchanted fireworks and casting a shadow on those in attendance. However, no one wouldn't have to worry for the fifth year ravenclaw position at the Healing Corner already had his wand pointed above and easily cast the counter charm.

The cloud faded without another thought, the colorful fireworks seen once again and the night continued on as it have been before.

The NPC at the healing tent cast the counter charm to Metelojinx so no mass panic could set in

Potluck

The Potluck tables were proving to be rather popular that night as plates started to line the tops.

@Eun-ji Lee Hunt would set containers of Kimbap at the table for her fellow classmates to try. Close by to the kimbap, a sweet plate of chocolate chip cookies sat brought by @Harper Jordan for the night.

@Hunter Argentrum brought a dish of Maafe for others to try as well on the table sitting near Cullen Skink brought by @James Owen and Souvlaki brought by @Mathias Pride.

The food for the potluck continued to grow. As Cassie Heather McGregor Martin (@Lucia Fox) brought Crêpes to satisfy the sweet tooth of those in attendance, along with Semla brought by durmstrang Felix Kolbeck (@Winnie Harper) for others to try or to use as projectiles in the durmstrang started food fight.

Hiro Bakugo (@Kim Sato) brought a Sushi Plate that featured detailed and artistic pieces of sushi for students to enjoy.

River Fayre (@Clair Fernandez) brought Soupe à l'oignonb to share with others for the night ahead.

Romeo Marchonné (@Piérre Marchonné) stayed humble and brought breadsticks.

@Seren Yong brought a dish of Tteokbokki to the ball that night.

@Serena Towers brought Samoas for their friends such as Erin Ryan and Howard White to try.

@Trix DeLuca brought Irish Stew to the potluck.

Florian Leroy (@Starlee Kennedy) brought mini Kougelhopf to the potluck for that night.

For Consideration

Tiffany sat down and tried rubbing away the disgusting spaghetti away from her white dress, but to no avail. Tiffany wished that she knew of some kind of spell to get the stain off her dress.
This dress was older than Tiffany, and because of a boy who could not resist his urges to throw food at people for no reason other than his own pleasure, her dress was ruined. Saddening, but intriguing, a small part of her admitted.
She opened her People Notebook and drew him as best as she could for one of the first entries and wrote down 'Torments others for pleasure. Mischief maker."
"Why are you writing in that notebook? No offense, but that dress isn't getting cleaner," Jacques said. "Get changed or cover that up or something. You look like you've been stabbed or something."
"Over-exaggeration, Jacques." Tiffany said to her still-inanimate stuffed bunny, but got ready to leave and change, taking one last look at the odd boy.
How annoying.
But why?
That was the question she scribbled down in her notebook.
Maybe he was upset at her? Nope. She never even talked to the boy. And screeching at the boy did not count.
Maybe he was simply egotistical and liked doing things like that- similar to Ashley. But that could be a stretch. On the other hand, there were a lot of Ashleys out there.
She took her mind off the boy and went to change and leave for the courtyard- shielding herself in case anyone decided to ruin her clothes again.

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