Event Midspring Celebration

‿︵‿୨✿୧‿︵‿

Interacting With: @Mathias Pride

Outfit: ꕤ

Mentioning:

Date: April 2nd, 2022

None of what Mathias was saying made any sense to Winnie. not that being lost during their conversations was a new experience for her; she was aware that Mathias was vastly more intelligent than she was. "I... What?" She questioned, her nose scrunching as she tried to decipher what the hell that could mean. Mathias might have noticed the scent of burning rubber. "Matt, I love you, but... I have saved your life twice now. You are a powerful wizard, but you lack..." She paused, trying to figure out how to tell her boyfriend he had as much physical strength as a blade of grass. "Stamina." He was brain, she was brawn. Regardless of her love of poetry and how feminine and perhaps delicate her style choices were, Winnie Harper was a jock.

"Preparing?" She reached a hand forward to try to squeeze his bicep, as if she expected to find a mass of muscle there. "I don't like everything." There were a few people who came to mind that she couldn't stand, along with thunder storms, grindylows, books, and a variety of other things, but perhaps that was a moot point. "If you put someone else's name into the goblet why was my name drawn? And--" 'Who?' was what she had almost asked him, but it dawned on her in that moment. The boy she had supposedly arrived attended the ball with. Everything clicked into place, the lack of communication, the howlers, why Matt had tossed a dress at her but had insisted on continuing to ignore her, and why he had stated he would find her after his name was called. The champion's special person, would their life be in danger? "... You were protecting me." Always one to state the obvious.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Her voice hitched, the question accompanied by a quivering lower lip. "You really still think I've moved on?" She thought it was obvious she had not, considering she had practically blasted the boy with her feelings minutes prior and screeched at her alleged date. Merlin, the guilt hit her like a sack of bricks. Her head drooped, but she managed to peer up at the former Slytherin. Her expression could have perhaps mirrored a guilty dog's. "I... I didn't... I was just hurt, and after you said those mean things to me earlier--" yes she was still sour over the wardrobe comment, "I guess I wanted you to believe I had, believe we kissed, a-and.... Um, to hurt you... B-Because you hurt me."

"But now that I know you still love me..." Any sane man might have tried to run as Winnie Harper tried to close the distance between them. "... I'm not giving up on you... On us." She would try to grab his suit's lapels once more, poor things might have been stretched at this point, and tug his upper half downwards so she could try to kiss him. A rather eager one, should he either accept or manage not to escape (although I am fine with auto-dodging despite rolls if you so wish).

Her hair is dark brown with pink highlights

Banner made by Winnie Harper

Mentioning nono

Interacting with @Nicholas McCowan

Was she the only student who did not put her name in the goblet? Was she that paranoid more than she wanted to admit? Each person’s priority is different. Whilst she thought glory was not that important nor that she knew the real definition of it, she would just have to respect others’. They were not her puppets, she couldn’t just put threads on their limbs and control their decisions. But still, knowing that Nicholas just dodged a bullet gave her heart a little bit of ease. Rodion on the other hand, would catch the shotgun shot straight to the heart. For her, being a champion was the most unlucky thing someone could ever go through. It was literally the same as putting someone in a hungry lions’ den, why would anyone be thrilled to be one?

Aurora was a bad liar, so she didn’t even bother to try. The ravenclaw with the bats in her belfry, that was how some saw her. Who’s going to blame them? She was quite something else. Although the dreadful story she had to experience was already crazy on its own, it seemed like Nicholas was a little sceptical about the truth. She remembered the event clearly, the upperclassmen were swinging their wands like a bloody music conductor. What she saw was real, not fabricated by delusion. Yet, his short response was enough to cause a little ache.

And now he was talking about security. The irony, knowing the mess that happened during the last ball, people were hurt, and according to her memory, she didn’t see any ball bouncer. No one hired them. “Safety precaution my arse, we don’t even have security!” She paused for a bit, “Sorry I didn’t mean it to be harsh for you, I just-” His words mattered though. If he compared it with broom racing or any other sports, it was a little relieving. Not a single person died during those things, right? Maybe she was just too unreasonably worried about things that would likely not happen. Frequently, things weren’t as bad as you imagine it would be. As a familiar figure was located under her radar, what Nicholas just said finally sinked in. He was doing fine, talking to a girl. The goblet wouldn’t choose someone unworthy. A little wave was all she gave, then back to flopped on the floor.

“I wish I could attend muggle school instead, I might not have friends but at least it’s safer- I think.” She frowned. It was true that no one liked her except for Naomi. The other kids tend to either avoid her or make fun of her. Some feared her, some thought something was wrong about her. Her aura was just a little unsettling. But if her safety was guaranteed, she’d be sold. Not a single person had told her about the peril. If only they wrote it in the welcome letter, she would not attend this so-called magical school. In a matter of fact, Hogwarts would be better suited as a survival game, the difference was this was a serious matter with real human’s lives at stake.

She took a deep breath and said, “Is it too late to drop out?” whilst fiddled with the material of her onesie. It was hard to say it, she almost choked on her own words. The thought to transfer to a normal school was always there, but she had never spoken it out loud to anyone. Part of her hated the thought because it would mean she couldn’t see the people she adored anymore. Winnie Harper, Cash, Macaroni, and of course, the boy with tangled hair in front of her. “But I won’t see you again. I don't want to.” A scary thought. Realising there would be a day where she could not talk to him again. She just wanted to freeze the moment where everyone was safe, happy, smiling. Sadly it would not be possible. “C-can I get a hug?”

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

Action uwu 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

X | X | X | § | X | X | X
¤ | Ω | ¤

@Xailah Alptraum

TW: Nasty Injury, Language

Many things happened in that final decisive moment, when I finally felt Piérre's breath catch and his hands fall slack against my hold. His final fight was impressive, but in the end he was out like a light… and I am not sure for how long. I hadn't been very careful with my hold. I had let my anger take control of me for that brief moment. That very thing had been something I had tried to avoid, though it seemed that this time, with all that had happened up to this point in the recent years… I couldn't keep the dam up.

I couldn't let my brother do this to me. Not anymore.

My twin's pair of feline allies struck almost simultaneously. Figaro wasted no time in digging his claws into the cloak once more and taking a bite out of my right ear, needle-sharp teeth unrelenting in protection of his fallen master. That strike was bold enough to cause me to grimace and attempt to swat at the feline, but before I could make good on the action, a spell from the human feline made good the opportunity for attack. I took the strike in my opposite shoulder, and the effects of a softening charm quickly made itself known to me as I felt my arm suddenly going limp with the lack of rigidity that healthy bone usually provided.

My left arm fell to my side, and unable to hold my twin safely, I buckled to my knees and made sure that I could lay him down without dropping him unceremoniously.

I assess the damage that Piérre's cat had done, pressing my fingers to the wound and seeing just how much blood was there. I could feel the places where the feline had torn straight through the soft spots, effectively taking off a chunk of my ear.

"Cazzo… F--k... I mutter under my breath. I glare at the cat as it keeps off of me and begins to circle Piérre, a soft purring undertone in its throat before it sits, kneading bread at his cheek before changing tactics and gently licking his nose. I focus on my own injuries first. "Cazzo. F--k."

With my still half-decent right arm, bloodied though it is, I slowly reach for my yew and snallygaster wand at my belt, locking eyes with the cat masque and the wand she possesses. I don't intend to fight. I just want to fix my arm.

"I'm going for my wand to counterspell." I verbalize my intentions. "I'm not doing anything else."

So long as I was left unbothered, I would flourish the wand in the counterspell before angling the yew towards my arm. "Finite Incantatem." I spoke clearly and precisely. It was a simple spell… but that didn't mean that it couldn't be flubbed every once in a while. I was banking on meticulous movements and crisp, perfect annunciation to ensure that there would not be a mistake.

My thoughts turn back to Piérre, and his cat remaining so diligent by his side. A fifth year approaches (NPC), one of the medical assistants. Yes. Help would be appreciated. I nod in their direction wordlessly, my ear ringing and warm from Figaro's incredible strike. I would need some help as well.

Making eye contact with the cat masque again, I try to assure myself that my twin will be alright. "He'll be alright. Wake up with a headache maybe… but he'll be… alright." My words and my conviction are not of one accord.

Blinking rapidly, I try to piece together the things that just happened to lead me to this moment. He swung, I blocked and protected. I choked and he struggled. It was not terribly unlike how when we were kids. I would knock him down, then help him up so he could knock me down. And we would go back and forth until one of us didn't have any more energy.

I always let him win.

Because I knew deep down… he wouldn't be able to beat me if I let my barrs down.

I press both hands to my face, trying to stop the world around me just to think. I needed the noise and commotion to stop. I had to know. Understand. Realize why. What happened to him? What happened to us? What have I done? What do I do?

I have to get out of here.

Cast the General Counter-Spell on Himself to alleviate Spongify, make Preparations to Exit with Piérre in tow (next round unless interrupted)

Stats:
Stamina 9 (850/900) | Evasion 7 | Strength 13 | Accuracy 12 | Wisdom 8 | ArcPower 0

Abilities:
Obnoxiously Strong | Perfectionist | Martial Artist

...

The Jester tried one last time, straining against the Strongman's arms. For a split second, there was a gasp of air… a thrill of euphoria as a light-headed giddiness surrounded him.

And then his hands slipped and his eyes fluttered shut, with the sounds of a yowling Leopard in his ears and the flash of a spell before him.

K.O.ed
Figaro stays by Piérre

Statistics:
Stamina 5 | Strength 4 | Evasion 13
Wisdom 10 | Accuracy 12 | ArcPower 5

Abilities:
Keen Eye | Calming Presence Inactive due to Unconsciousness(Xailah & Figaro) | Beast Master (Figaro)

The boy was an amazing distraction from the nervous feeling she was having when Delphinia was close and Samantha's nerves calmed down a bit as she giggled about the boy's little joke. "That's true, the chocolate powder won't fill you up a lot. I hope you can find some better food," she said genuinely. After her first ball, the brunette hadn't eaten or drank anything at the school balls. During her first ball, the drinks had contained multiple potions, including amortentia and a potion that made you forgetful. Ever since then Samantha hadn't trusted any of the food at any of the school balls, so she always ate something before they started.

The boy introduced himself as Hiro and Samantha couldn't help but smile a little. What a fitting name for her hero who saved her from falling on the chocolate covered ground. "I am Samantha, a second-year Ravenclaw student here at Hogwarts," she told the boy proudly. She loved her school and her house and wanted everybody to know that.

Her spell was cast successfully and her legs were soon cleaned by it. Her shoes and legs were as clean as before the stupid chocolate bonbon had hit her once the spell had done its job. "That's a lot better," she said relieved. Curiously she watched the boomerang in Hiro's hand. "It looks really cool!" she said in awe, now wishing she had one too. Samantha watched in horror as the boomerang took off just after the boy had told her it wasn't the best to use in an enclosed space like this. "Why did you do that?" she almost yelled at the boy in surprise.

Luckily, the boomerang came back and didn't hit anything. Once the boomerang was back in Hiro's hand Samantha could finally breathe again. "Please keep that thing in your pocket from now on," the young girl advised the boy. Hiro seemed to spot somebody else and soon excused himself before asking if she wanted to come with him. "No, thank you," she replied kindly. "I am going to stay here with my date," she said revering to Delphinia. Even though Samantha now knew that Eun-ji had just told her to stay with her date every second of the night to get rid of her, she still followed the older girl's advice. "Bye Hiro," she waved at the boy as she watched him walk away from her. He was kind and funny, she would love to see him sometime again.

Right now she should focus on Del, to whom Samantha now turned with a sweet smile. "So, what do you want to do?"

--- Date: 02/04/22 || Time: --:-- ---

Kim was looking in the distance as Sophia got back to his side with the food. What was he looking at? It wasn't normal for Kim to be so distracted, was it? He always seemed focused and present when he was with her normally. She was getting pretty concerned.

Luckily, he snapped out of it, but not before trying to stand and walk off. Before Sophia had to stop him, though, he seemed resigned to his fate and sat back down.

"We should head back to the festival and try and find Precious and Sage," Kim suggested, nodding to the door.

It was a good idea, and Sophia would love to see them. Something stuck with her, though. Kim had just called Gem 'Precious.' She didn't know why that bothered her so much, but it did. Gem was her friend, and so was Kim. There was no reason to be bothered by a nickname like that. Although, what really bothered her was the implication of the nickname. Were Kim and Gem actually...?

No. No way. They'd have told her. They were two of her three best friends in the world. They wouldn't keep it from her. Unless they knew that it would bother her, but that was impossible too! After all, Sophia herself didn't even know why it bothered her, so they couldn't know. No, there was no way they were together. She was overthinking things, the opposite of her usual underthinking.

"Sure. When you're rested we can go find them."

Then her thoughts turned to Sage. Her first, and arguably best, friend - though she was technically tied with Kim for that title. They'd come to the Ball together as friends and split up. Should Sophia have made more of an effort to stick with Sage? She felt pretty sad at the image of Sage wandering alone because of Sophia getting caught up in a masochistic fire-walking game.

Oh well. She'd deal with it when she got to it. For now, she had to get Kim back into good health.

Sophia prepared to feed Kim, tearing bits and pieces off of some of the snacks, but shoving others wholly into the his mouth. Poor boy must have been delirious, from the way he was looking into the distance before. She kept feeding him and feeding him until he eventually objected, which was fine. If he didn't want to be well-fed, that was his problem. Sophia shoved the last bit of pastry into her own mouth and shrugged. More for her.

She let Kim take the lead for once to lead them to the door. She was a bit flustered by his leadership in the moment, even though it was as simple as him leading her to the door. The last time they'd done this in this exact spot on this exact night, well, she didn't want to think about it. She couldn't think about it without boiling over like a tea kettle. Just the thought of Kim's strong arms around her made her so, so uncomfortable, but she also felt deceptively happy thinking about it. What was wrong with her?

"Why did you come help me? You forfeited your position. You might have won the match," Kim's voice interrupted her little introspection.

"The match?" she asked, wondering why the match would matter in the moment, "You're my best friend. I'd do anything for you."

It was such an obvious answer. She actually wasn't even sure why he'd asked. Surely he realized what he meant to her? She decided to leave it be for another day, allowing him to leader her outside.

Before they could escape to the outside once more, however, Sophia heard the sound of something whizzing by in the air, and a blur was coming toward her head.

Notes:

Reducio

Interacting:
@Kim Sato
Mentioning:

With Marius following on her heels they wove their way back into the Great Hall where the ball was still bustling with people, bits of chattering entering and exiting her ears. She'd make her way to the corner and set down her flower crown there alongside where Marius would likely put the wreath, making a small mental note to pick them up at the end of the night. Rising back up to her feet she'd extend a hand to Marius.

"Alright it's a Ball, even if you have been dreading this the entire night let's dance. After offering her hand to him and being led to the dance floor she'd drape her arms around his neck casually and kept enough space to the point it wasn't intimate nor awkward. Staring straight ahead, she'd take a deep breath. "Christmas Break during my Third Year.. so.. just a little over a year ago. Godric Gryffindor this is going to be harder to explain than I thought." Annie bit her bottom lip, throat tightening as she took another shaky breath.

"I went to visit my family as one does during the holidays and it was evening, we were all getting ready to go to bed and my Grandfather showed up. He was a bit tipsy shall we say and my father answered the door, Grandfather started cursing him out for being a Muggle and not good enough for my mother.." Her hands tightened around his neck lightly, a frown appearing on her lips. "He pulled out his wand and well I was behind him so that's all I saw. That's the last thing I ever saw. I just.. didn't want him to die. He could've killed my dad." Another shaky breath escaped her. "My mom kicked him out and I promptly crumpled to the floor. It hurt so bad. But I've gotten used to it. The darkness.. and being alone. It's comforting sometimes." She laughed lightly, voice breaking as she tried to cover up the pain.

"Whew haha so that's my traumatic story, I don't know if anything could top that.. but your mum's friend sounds nice. I want to be a Healer at St. Mungos in my future.. maybe help others with curses or burns or something life altering and just be there to tell them that things will be okay. Do you think I could still achieve that?" A small sad yet hopeful smile replaced the previous heart-broken look on her face.

Stats: Stamina | 9
Evasion | 8
Strength | 10
Wisdom | 7
Arcane Power | 8
Accuracy | 13
Items: Wand & Flower Crown made for Marius
Health Tracker: 900/900
Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong | Blindvision | Perfectionist | Catch
Action: Chatting & Dancing with @Marius Brown

Interacting with @Erin Ryan, @Howard White, @Falentra Black and Hadrian (@Aurelia Notrésvace)

She did not know what had happened to start this but it was clear to see where it was heading - or at least, what motivated it. She heard some kid that she did not really know trying to make Howard out to be a monster. The thing about Serena was not that she was blindly loyal to the guy. It was not out of ignorance or pity or the feelings she had for him. That was not why she was loyal to him. It was because she knew what sort of things he was capable of and how hard he was trying to be kind, to be better. Yes, he had made mistakes in the past but who hadn't? The point was not that he was perfect. It was that he was trying. Yet this kid, whoever he was, was painting him out to be a monster. And he wasn't. A monster does not regret their actions, a monster does not cry.

The chaos engulfed her. Someone was trying to hit Howard with spells. Someone else was physically attacking him. And others were simply egging him on with their words. Her jaw clenched together tightly, gritting itself as she managed to dispel the immobulus that had struck her friend. This was not over. This would never be over. They would keep coming. It was not a game, this was a battle.

"Are you forgetting that this 'barely a wizard' you speak of helped prevent you from turning into a hag, Erin?" Serena narrowed her eyes turning towards her. She liked Erin. Or at least, she was trying her very best to forget the crappy moments and like her. But she did start finding herself relating to the Slytherin, and kind of wanting to be her friend. But the words escaped her lips before she could hold herself back. Howard was one of the people who helped fight the hag slugs that came out of Erin. If it wasn't for him, she might not even be standing there right now.

In fact, a large chunk of the group that was helping her - and defending her against the human actively trying to murder her - were a group of half-breeds. Not all, of course. But the part-giant was the one who rallied them together and stood in front of her like a wall, the part-goblin forced the slugs out time and time again and the dhampir killed them and prevented them from re-entering or hurting others - to name but a few. How could she of all people really not see their value? She hated it. After all of this time, their actions had not even changed one person's mind about them?

What surprised her was not that. It was Falentra. She was... being nice to Serena and it was kind of weird. They were not friends, by any means. They likely just tolerated each other at this point. But here Falentra was, asking Serena to watch Howard for her. There was something about that sentence she hated, in all honesty. Perhaps it was the assumption that Howard needed anyone to watch him or perhaps it was the assumption that Serena would not have stayed by his side even if Falentra had not asked. The Slytherin almost made him sound like possession of hers and she was giving Serena permission to watch over him. Of course, the Slytherin irked Serena from the start so her actions were looked at with a hint of bias.

But she did recognise that there was an underlining difficulty here. It must have been difficult for Falentra to ask Serena to help, at the very least. And whilst she did not agree with the words, she agreed with the sentiment - which she believed was doing what's best for Howard. Right now, it seemed, they were both were to help him. And that was enough. "Go, do what you need to do," Serena answered, knowing that the girl likely wanted to do something if she was willing to leave Howard here.

Serena steadied herself, preparing for the worst. She did not anticipate the word 'incendio' to leave Falentra's mouth of all things, especially not on a frozen guy. No one was stopping this fight. This whole thing... was escalating. It would not go well. She hated this so much. There was a desire to punch so many of these stupid jerkfaces in their stupid face. But she knew it would not help. What she did not know, however, was what would help? How did they come out of this not worse than before? She had to get Howard to stop, at the very least, "Howard, hey, you okay?" She had to check upon him.

Her gaze hit him for a brief moment before quickly looking away. Not because he made her heart swoon but rather because she wanted to make sure she was aware of anyone trying to hurt him.

ACTION: Nothing at the moment.
Will physically bodyblock anyone trying to attack Howard though.

Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 13 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 15 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 10
Abilities: Part-Goblin, Evasive Maneuvers, Beastmaster
Fifth-Year Armour: +10% auto-dodge on attacks [=20% auto-dodge overall]

Outfit of the Ball

April 2nd 2022 • Night
Mod Tracker: x| x | x | x | x | x | x

For Consideration

| Outfit | Shoes |

Mikael was not too sure when things had slowed to a stop within the confines of his mind. A fog had grown about him. Settling like a thick blanket above the water. Swirling viciously as he attempted to stay afloat. Nothing was about him besides the cold dark waters that threatened to overtake him. To drag him down into the depths of his black maw. A part of him could not help the growing fear that threatened to break his chest. The fear that if he stopped fighting and let the water take him that he would never be able to resurface.

Despite, his fear he could not help but feel the lethargy sink deep into his body. It was tiring to stay afloat and the water would feel so nice against his sweat-bound forehead. The boy's eyes slowly slid shut the water lapped at his cheeks. Suddenly a bright flash of light crossed over him startling him awake. Blinking vaguely his brows furrowed as he looked up with a sense of awe at what he saw before him. A large lighthouse had appeared shining through the thick fog about him. Each passing swipe of the light brought him ever closer to it.

«Нет, Миша. Не уходи… Миша…» (“No, Misha. Don’t go… Misha…”)

Mikael's brows furrowed as he glanced about himself wondering where the voice was coming from. It sounded so familiar and warm. As if it was calling for him to come home and rest.

«Миша… Вернись ко мне» (“Misha… Come back to me.”)

Mikael breath felt as if it were catching in his throat. Did his Mother not call him Misha when he was only a child? A term of endearment that made his heart squeeze in his chest. What kind of son was he to make his Mother hurt in this way? To be so scared that he would sink below the surface and leave her? Like everyone else? Was he not supposed to be better than everyone else? The light felt warm as it graced his face almost as if someone was cradling his face. The touch felt far too intimate for him. Something that seemed more real than the waters that surrounded him.

The boy blinked slowly as he looked at Valentin. Fully awakened into reality he would find himself confused and off-kilter. As if he had been asleep for a long time. The word Mother on his lips, but he would not have a chance to speak before something hit him in the side of the head. Mikael stumbled to the side falling as pain exploded in his vision.

Russian (Default) | Norwegian | English

Mentions:
@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood [Valentin Schnell]

Action: Getting absolutely smacked by a bommerange.

Reducio

| Stamina 8 | Evasion 8 | Strength 8 | Wisdom 6 | Arcane Power 6 | Accuracy 10 |
Abilities: Lovely Creature, Terrible Presence, and Perfectionist