Closed TABLE 1 | Sweethearts Tea Party V-Day Event

Serena pouted a little as he stopped her hand from caressing his hair, though at least he was holding her arm in an effort to stop it. Because if he let go, she would continue her actions. "You know," She started, in an almost 'sing-song' sort of tone, "If you held my hand, that would work too," Of course. It was brilliant! Then she would not need to bother with his hand, they could just hold hands. Her gaze fell onto his hand. It was far bigger than hers, which made her feel much better about the fact that her fingers were normally rather long. They were not so noticeable, making her less conscious about them.

She tilted her head as he told her to sit down on her chair and pointed towards it. The goblin pouted some more, "But that seat is sooooooooo far away," She whined as she blinked, giving her best puppy dog eyes. Her name was on the assigned seat, sure. But she did not want to sit that far away. It was literally other side of the table! "Though... I guess that's the best view..." She mused to herself, her tone falling to a whisper as she did realise that she was able to see him well from there. The distance meant it was easier to see his face - something she often could not see without causing her neck to ache if they were nearby.

Pondering to herself, she silently debated what she should do. Did she want to sit next to Hugh and hold his hand or just gaze at him from afar? Either way, she could still talk to him and spend time with him, so neither seemed like a bad deal really. In fact, she was practically spoilt for choice. Wait- what did he just sa-

"Hugh. You don't have to lie. I liked the letter..." She responded as she flicked a finger from her free hand - assuming he was still holding the wrist of her other - muttering an 'accio' under her breath. The letter flew into her hand and she held it up, "It's pretty cute," She continued, deciding that he was obviously lying. She had the proof in her hand! He wrote a letter - with poetry - just for her! That was pretty special.

He was so cute! How had she never really noticed it before? Of course, he was cute! Maybe she needed to pay more attention. But it was fine now, at least she knew now! And it was even better this way. She liked him and he liked her too! She had the proof! Right there, in her hand! They were meant to be! This was obviously why she got all dressed up, "You can't tell me that you don't like me too," She pouted at him, playfully, expecting him to fully say he did like her - because she had the evidence!!

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CONFESSION AND SONG REQUESTS

"Anonymous would like to dedicate the song, Single Ladies, to Hanako Tone! He's single, ladies and gents! So if your heart belongs to him, don't forget to tell him as much!"

LOVELY CUPCAKES

No one ate any cupcakes at the table, but Opeila, Nicholas, and Serena would find the effects of the Amortentia were starting to wear off... Hopefully they wouldn't be too mortified over anything they had done.

PLEASE NOTE: This will be the last mod post as our next in-character event, the Blossom Ball, will be starting within the next few weeks. You may continue to roleplay and feel free to state that your character ate a cupcake and ended up under the effects of Amortentia but we ask that the effects stay strictly within this event. This means you cannot claim your character stole Amortentia laced cupcakes from this event.

However, Orion will be keep an eye on the threads, and there is still a table full of teachers, so please try not to do anything he wouldn't do!

Thank you, and we hope you all enjoyed yourselves!

Warning: Swearing ahead

Aurora’s panicked responses were discarded, Nicholas’s intention was clear, his desire singlefold and overwhelming. She was speaking, but he didn’t hear a word of it. Not that it mattered, as the words were soon killed by the pressing of his lips against hers.

As far as first kisses went, it was entirely adequate, about as average as one could expect. Were it not for the fact that he’d done it in front of half the school, and they’d been evidently arguing not a few seconds before, he’d probably have considered it a success. Lips brushed lips, and teeth didn’t clatter against teeth. All things considered, were one to score it, it would get a 5/10. A pass, by all reasonable metrics.

Yet, within seconds of that slightly above-mediocre kiss, Nicholas could feel a fog lift from his brain. He'd been taken entirely by desire, by a pure and undeniable infatuation, by a passion so intense that only the kiss could serve as release. But the passion came to fade, leaving the infatuation, but replacing desire with equal measures of confusion and rationality. The awkward meeting of lips continued for a few heartbeats longer, the boy taking the time to process exactly what was happening, what the softness was, what the sweet scent of her hair was. Then, as if doused in ice, he pulled away.

He had just kissed Aurora! Incredulity raked across his brain, his emotions burnt like hot coals, painful in their mere exposure to his logical thought processes. Eyes that had been closed opened wide in shock and in hurt, and he stared. He’d been taken by a spell, he’d been enchanted. The explanation was so plain, so clear, even as the dreamlike memories of what had just occurred swirled. But how? Why?

Goosebumps prickled his flesh, the chill from the metaphorical dousing refusing to fade as the only reasonable explanation formulated. She’d liked him and she’d been annoyed at him for some fake letter that had been attributed to him, a letter that had him declare his feelings for another. Two and two made four, she’d wanted to win him over, to win him back. More than that, she’d never been sane, slugs and mud and rainbows, it was all so painfully plain. Aurora Ranvier had poisoned him, spiked the cupcakes she’d made with love potion.

The floor fell out from beneath him, and with it went his stomach, the pit of anguish that swallowed his soul seemingly never ending. He had liked her. God dammit, he had really liked her. She had taken those feelings, and twisted them, stolen his free will, turned him into a puppet to dance upon her strings. What kind of sick game was that?

“What the fuck?” The words were almost a whisper, only sheer incredulity masking the ragged emotions that fueled them, “What the fuck did you put in your cupcakes?”

The rest of the ballroom faded to nothingness, the realisations of the other students shifting into mere parts in a distant play, he paid no attention to them, he’d already reached his conclusion. The only person other than him in the room was Aurora- no- was Ranvier. The girl who had decided to make him into a toy, plucked his heartstrings like a harp, then decided that wasn’t enough.

He had no intention of waiting for a response, for an explanation, all he could do was snarl, his voice approaching a yell in its volume, “Stay the fuck away from me.”

And then he was gone, his abrupt exit only just short of a run, every footfall powered by rage. And by hurt.

Stats: STA: 12 | EVA: 6 | STR: 8 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 4 | ACC: 6
Abilities: Foulplay | Statistically Relevant
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Interacting: @Aurora Ranvier
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Note: Orion rolled for how good the kiss was: a 5/10.

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It was…. Okay? Nothing out of the world, but she wouldn’t know since there was no one to compare it with. Did he finally realise the tremendous feelings he had for Aurora? Did he fail to bottle it up somehow? This was it, the moment she had secretly been waiting for came, and it was with the one she adored so much, too much.

Things never worked out, life seemed to have its ways to slap her in the face after showing her a heaven. Her heart sank when she realised this was not going as expected. The kiss was not an apology nor was it a band aid to repair the damage. Another harsh word, one thing she hated the most in a person and yet, Aurora still wished he didn’t mean it for her. Perhaps it was just a habit where he put it as an exclamation for everything. Maybe she overreacted, was too sensitive, and it was final that the blame was on her. “S-sorry, what?” And with that, the slight hopeful smile was gone. Was the kiss that bad? Did she have a bad breath? It may not seem like it, but toothbrush was her best friend. The clean one of course. Once she made a mistake by using a dirty toothbrush to brush her white sparkly teeth. It was in the past and would be a secret burning in hell.

This whole event was shady, from alleged letters to cupcakes. He was using his own conspiracy theories and trying to get her to question everything she did. And it worked. Maybe she did put something in the cupcakes with or without her even realising. Too much glitters might cause one or two brain damage it seemed, Nicholas was currently having a formidable mood swings in less than an hour just because of cupcakes. “I- um- I don’t re-” The gryffindor racing captain was not a fan of cupcakes, noted. But still, it was a contemptibly selfish and cruel thing to say, especially in that tone and the situation she was in at that moment.

Too much to process in one night. She felt so heavy yet empty. Love, he said. Does love mean giving you a kiss then telling you to go away? I couldn’t live without you, he said. As he left her stranded in a room full of people, one question popped up in her mind. Why aren’t you dead yet?

Sta - 5 | Eva - 9 | Str - 5 Wis - 8 | Arc - 4 | Acc - 10 Terrible Presence Evasive Maneuvers

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Serena pouted playfully at @Hugh Lowe, leaning closer towards him as she reached out once more to touch his hair. It looked so soft! Stopping short, mostly because she figured he would stop her again but also because her attention was caught by something. Her eyes widened a little as she gazed at him far too affectionately for it to be normal, "I never noticed the green," She added, noticing his eyes, "They are so pretty," She whispered softly as she admired them.

Was he always this cute? Why had she never noticed? Perhaps it was the height difference! That made sense! From down there, she could not see his eyes and how beautiful they truly were. She was like half his height, after all. Her view was mostly his knee caps - and they just weren't as beautiful as his eyes or hair!


Forgetting all about the others, her attention and focus were trained on the Gryffindor giant that she had grown to call her closest friend - and now, her biggest crush. How did she never realise how she felt about him? He was so perfect. She loved him, of course, she did! It was so obvious now she thought about it. "You're so cute that I could kiss you!"

Wait - but they were just that. Friends. Nothing more, right? She had feelings for Howard... So why- how- why was she standing here, peering into Hugh's eyes and feeling this way? She took a single step back, confusion painting her face as she searched his eyes. What was going on? This was not right...

The effects of the potion slowly wore off as she mentally battled with her heart and mind. One part of her was telling her that Hugh was a friend, just a friend but another part seemed to think he was cute. Another part of her knew how she felt about someone else. The internal conflict was evident in her expression as she tried to figure out what happened.

She staggered back a little more, standing up straight, as she back away from him. Her head was automatically shaking a 'no' and her mouth opened and closed multiple times with no sound escaping her. She did not understand why or how. But... this was not right. What for the love of Bodrig was she doing?!

It took a solid minute or so further for the potion to fully wear off and for the realisation to fully dawn on her.

Nausea filled her as there was a sinking feeling in the depth of her stomach. She had just tried to kiss her friend. What would he think of her? He already thought she was some weird kissy prefect when they had first met and convincing him otherwise had been difficult. Hell, Serena was not entirely sure he believed her. And now... he probably never would. Her eyes teared up, water filling them as she shook her head some more, "I didn't mean- I don't- I don't know- it wasn't- I- I-" She stumbled on her words, not entirely sure how to justify herself, "I don't know what came over me- but I didn't- I didn't mean that- It wasn't- I- I-" She managed to mumble out, trying to convince him it was not her.

Tears streamed down her face before she could stop them. She coiled away from him, disgusted with herself. More than that, she was embarrassed. The feeling of humiliation flooded her. How did this happen? What had come over her? How was she going to explain this?

She had been under the influence of a potion, she had to have been. It was the only thing that made sense. The cupcake? Perhaps. But why would Hugh give her a cupcake that was poisoned- unless he did not. He denied the letter. He did not see her that way. Of course not, they were only friends.

"I- I'm sorry- I didn't- That wasn't-" She mumbled out some more. She did not want to hurt him or lead him on. At that moment, she was mostly just horrified by her own actions. She did not even have the guts to tell her actual crush how she felt, yet something had come over her today and she had said things she never dreamt she would. Her actions were inexcusable. He was going to see her as the Kissy Prefect forever, now, wasn't he? But she wasn't. She hadn't even willingly kissed anyone. She had been kissed if you count someone bumping their face with hers without consent and with no reciprocation as a 'kiss'. But she had never initiated and her reputation was smeared enough for these rumours as it was.

What hurt more was how Hugh was going to take all or any of this. They were friends. He was probably the closest friend she had. He understood her. He motivated her to be better. They bonded over their love of broom racing. They made armour together. They shared the experience of being discriminated against or fighting hag slugs together. He might have considered her an annoying little goblin that clung to him but she saw him as her best friend. And... she might have just wrecked all of that.

"I'm sorry-" She continued, stumbling off the table as she backed away and almost lost her footing when she tried to back onto the chair. Roughly grabbing her things and making sure she had Pizza, she quickly tore her eyes away from him and turned. She did not make eye contact with the others on the table, unwilling to speak to anyone now. And she broke into a run, stumbling a little as she moved past the other tables and quickly made her way out of the Ballroom.

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Serena flees the Tea Party