Closed Spreading Some Love In The New School Year Open Thread + Open IC Game

As Pea proceeds with the introduction of the Gryffindor girl- she notices her demeanor. A confident posture, and sly smugness, something she rarely sees in a Gryffindor. Pea, of course, wasn't buying or the least bit bothered by her interesting character, but- it does make her wonder if Cash introduces them both for a reason.

”We’ll see”, the brown-haired spoke, a response to Pea's unperturbed expression at her supposed intimidating look. Pea almost rolls her eyes at that. Although that girl fascinates her, Pea would not let anyone look down on her so easily.

"You know, just because you're older, doesn't make you intimidating, it just makes you... older." Pea smiled boorishly at the girl at the end of their introduction.

Just mere seconds later, another person show up, specifically a boy who seemed very friendly with Cash. He also looks older than her. Also not too bad looking- actually pretty decent looking. By the way he was interacting with Cash, she wonders what kind of relationship they have. Because it seems that the two look friendlier than friends. Pea raised one of her eyebrows at the sight of the two. She didn't know whether to be disgusted by the flirting or..... annoyed by the sight.

Then the boy moves his head towards her. He continues to introduce himself to her, a simple introduction that she appreciates. "The name's Pea." She answered sweetly. But even until the last second the boy continues to look back in Cash's direction and asks about the moment of their time after the game. Ew- honestly, these two need to get a room.

Finally after waiting for a bit, the game I going to start. Pea still did not understand whatever this game is, or how to play this game. She refused to let anyone know so she would not embarrass herself. Which she regrets mere moments later when the game actually started. It was obvious after the first round, the second round, and more rounds what kind of game this is. It is pretty simple and utterly STUPID. What is the purpose of this game she does not know, probably the lack of affection they got at home were somewhat fulfilled in this horribly designed game. But it is too late for her to leave as suddenly the bottle is for her to spin.

She looks at the surrounding people, there are some familiar faces and some unfamiliar. But all she knows is that none of them is probably worth getting a kiss from the white-haired. She spins the bottle hurriedly. It's just like ripping a bandaid, quick and painless. She thought. And as the bottle slowly moves, Pea started to feel a little uneasy. The bottle finally stops moving and points to a boy, in fact, another Gryffindor. The boy has white painted hair and had some accessories she did not particularly drawn to, but he will do she guessed. She straightened her back and strut hastily at Kim.

"Let's just get this over with, Sato." She looks at the boy lazily even though deep down she is in fact quite perturbed.

action. attempting to kiss kim sato (totally up to him for responding)
interacting. @katherine labrouder, @alec mason, @kim sato
mentioning. @cassandra ironwoods

@Alec Mason & @Cassandra Ironwoods

House Colours: Slytherin

Calming Presence in Effect

The only reason Piérre had elected not to try any of the food was because he wasn't particularly hungry at the moment. Maybe in a few minutes, or maybe in a couple hours... but for the time being, he would have rathered to merely spend time with other people again. It wasn't necessarily loneliness, per say, though it could be rightly said that the boy was feeling a little bit starved for camaraderie. Too many strange things had been going on, so many curses and stories... and the kid had the feeling that this fall would bring with it many more questions and curiosities. Heck, next year was his fifth year, he had OWLs to do well on and pass so that he could do something with himself once he left this cursed school.

He wanted to travel, meet people, make memories, and help other people make memories...

Caught up in a small reverie, Piérre dialed back in once the bottle started to spin. At the first few go arounds he only smiled softly and maybe grinned with childish humor. There would be no loud laughter from him, only curiosity as he observed the ways that students approached one another with their small, innocent pecks. It was incredibly intriguing to the kid, how people approached love in this fashion. It was such a fleeting concept to the boy himself, who was more content to watch others find happiness around him than try to find someone to make him happy. What kind of relationship did he need to have that involved... well... trying to make someone make him happy? It... didn't quite ring true to the kid. He didn't feel he needed a 'Special' someone... if everyone was special to him in their own, beautiful ways.

The bottle spun once more... and this time the lip of it was faced towards Piérre himself. Eyes widening a bit as a tiny smile formed once again, this time more of amusement than surprise, Piérre found himself encouraged into the middle, though he had willingly scooted in a little bit on his own. The person who had spun him was a lion themselves, though admittedly Piérre didn't find himself around other lions very frequently. When he did find himself around those of his own house... it was rarely in his own house colors, just as he expressed at this very moment. Still, he did marginally recognize, Alec, who was a duelist like himself. Though they weren't on a friend basis... but who ever said that friendships didn't take time to develop?

The boy leaned down over him, and Piérre found himself glancing upwards with wide, childish eyes as the obvious jesting kiss foreplay began to take place. The whisper of the boy's fingertips brushed back one of the bangs that liked to floof over his left eye when left uncombed in the morning, and Piérre felt himself both smiling stupidly and also trying to hold back a laugh at the 'uncomfortable' situation he had been put in. Alec complimented his hair. "Aw, thanks! Took a while to perfect, but I'm happy with it." Almost oblivious to how the kid seemed to be watching him, sizing him up, perhaps, Piérre felt himself mildly embarrassed by the compliments on his appearance."I think that anyone can rock any style that they want if they really want it." he confessed truthfully.

There was a beat of awkwardness (if only in his own mind), as he remembered what this game was about again. He had played this game way back in his first year, and one of the players (though the memory was years away and faded at the edges) had actually been Alec. He had followed through on his turns, and... well... now it appeared like Piérre was not going to be an exception.

At least the kid was kind enough to ask the Britalian, though, before going for it, especially considering the situation that the two (likely) gentlemen had been put into. Piérre spotted red in Alec's cheeks, though his own only remained pinkish with the flush brought on by smiles and genuine joviality. "If you want to, go ahead. I don't mind." Piérre nodded to him, readjusting his crisscross into a small kneel so that he could straighten his body and get on the same level as Alec. It was almost odd, how matter of factly the boy said it, as if it didn't matter to him at all; and truthfully, it didn't. Culturally, a kiss (especially the il bacetto) was a greeting and a symbol of welcome and health to well-loved friends or dearly missed fellows (especially in a family setting). There wasn't anything here that Piérre deemed to be awry or strange. It was just childish fun, something to tease about or ogle over at the silliness of reactions. It wasn't the kissing itself. Kissing, like love, had several meanings, and all of them were important and pertinent to everyone affected by its urges.

Therefore, the kid had no idea just exactly he was getting out of this innocent action.

Reducio

Consulted Tatsu... uh-oh

Chance% that Piérre will let Alec kiss (81)
Roll(d100): 61

Uh oh.

Maybe if Figaro had been here, if there had been some further consulting with the hag stone that the boy wore about his neck to "help him see the real world better", if the boy had not nearly been as kind towards the world as he was apt to be... none of this would have happened. Heck, if he had only remembered an occasion where he had seen trademarks of a situation similar to this that he had been a part of just as recently as the end of his third year... Such an unfortunate turn of events would not have been in the works for the boy.

But alas, Fate is a fickle thing, and Piérre seemed to be the butt of most of its jokes (even more than he was apt to make himself as well). Still, nothing could be done for him now. He would now have to learn to live with the fallout of his actions.

Though Piérre was not the one to initiate, he did willingly receive with no reactions on his part other than a natural closing of his eyes. When Alec backed away, the boy continued to smile lightly, despite the unusual sensation of something on his lips that was not his. Ignoring the weird sensation at first, he would finally bring his hands up to either side of Alec's face and give him his own kiss, this one on his forehead. "See. Not that bad, huh?" Another smile. Piérre would be polite enough to wait until Alec looked away before he gently craned his neck and rubbed his lips on the sleeve at his shoulder in an attempt to rid himself of that tingling sensation that just... felt off. All in all, that kiss hadn't been too bad. What would come after would be so... so much worse.

There were a few more spins, and Piérre couldn't help but keep chewing his lower lip the longer and longer he replayed the innocent gesture in his mind. The more he stewed, the more became exceedingly self-conscious of his actions. Had he done well? Was he crazy? What would people think of him for this? He wasn't... he wasn't going to get made fun of for this, was he?

He had to be reminded that it was his turn to spin. "Hm? Oh! Si, si! Yes, yes!" He quashed the self-talk into a theoretical pancake before spinning the bottle with gusto. "Round and round and round she goes! Where she stops, nobody knowwwwws!" He sang merrily as keen green eyes continued to watch and be hypnotized by its spinning motion. Finally, it did come to a stop, before a girl with darkish brown hair like Piérre's own, who wore a prefect badge.

Piérre made a small face of amusement. Considering his relationship with many different prefects... this would be interesting. Getting to his feet and dusting off, Piérre didn't even wait for the prefect to stand up and meet him in the middle. The boy instead ran across the gap between them and swooped down so that he was crouched in front of her. "I'm Piérre, what's your name?" He asked softly, keeping his hands clasped in front of himself in a non-threatening gesture. Piérre would follow the girl's lead. "Would-ja like a hug or a kiss?"

If Cash wanted a hug, Piérre would smile again and throw his arms around her, snugging her tightly as if she were a person he had not seen in years. The joy that emanated from his single action on his behalf would be incredible, as if he was truly reuniting with a loved one or the closest, most dearest friend that anyone could think of.

If Cash elected a kiss, the boy was not as direct as many others with pecks on the lips or on the cheeks. Instead, much like Alec, Piérre would gently hold the girl's head in his hands (if she allowed him to touch, if not, then they would hover on either side and at a respectful distance), and then peck her on the forehead. Alas, Piérre was not one to elect give kisses upon the lips as many others would likely be. No, the boy was much more quaint and quiet in his displays of affection, and this one action would hold just as much tenderness as any lover kissing their significant other despite being far more tame and almost childish in performance and spirit.

His turn complete, Piérre would return to his spot and sit down to watch the other couples with continued delight and respectful chuckles at their expenses.

Action: Receiving a Kiss from Alec, Attempting to Kiss Cass ON THE FOREHEAD

The school year had barely started and it seemed that everyone was already down for drama. Well, it wasn't like Opeila was complaining. The new fourth year was quite tired of real drama, but there was nothing like the self-made anxiety that was always in the air during a game that was all about kissing classmates.

Opeila used to have a boyfriend, although for only a very short time, but she was never kissed in her life. That was really the only thing that made her hesitate signing up for the game. The fact that her guardians would be annoyed if they knew about it did make her sign up in the end though.

The only thing that was set for Opeila and that she would stick to during the entire game was that she would not kiss children and push away any that would try. No, she would refuse to kiss any kids that were younger than third year.

The young Slytherin arrived late. The game seemed to have already started and by the looks of it... a lot of young students. Alright, then Opeila would simply offering hugs instead of kisses, should she spin younger students, it seemed like a fair compromise.

But this round she would wait out and find a place near a familiar face- Cash, who she was again sharing a dorm with.

OOC Note: Every first or second year trying to kiss Opeila during this game, consider yourself auto-dodged

When Alec called them to play spin the bottle, everyone circled up.
They went through the list, and they worked their way around the circle, until it was her turn.
@Lily Blaze handed her the bottle to spin, after her and Avery were finished.
Taking a deep breath in, Bailey spun the bottle. Hoping it would land on someone she knew, Bailey smiled when it landed on Colin. She and Colin were good friends, and had been for a while, so she figured a hug would do it. Though if he did want a kiss… she wouldn’t turn him down.
all in the fun of the game, am I right? Bailey thought.
She didn’t have anything against a friendly snooch between friends, especially since she knew for a fact that she wasn’t the one Colin liked. She had a sneaking suspicion that another Ravenclaw, a second year, was the one who held his heart
Walking over to Colin, she leaned in and said “What shall it be? I’m game for anything!”
Smirking at him, Bailey had to laugh at his expression.
“Were you hoping for a different Ravenclaw, by any chance?” Bailey asked, quiet enough that Clair, if she was listening, couldn’t hear.
Waiting for Colin’s response, Bailey twisted her rings around her fingers slightly nervously.

Athena came to sit by the bottle, kicking her legs in the grass. She saw Colin get up and knew he had to be the one spinning. Whoever the bottle landed on was very lucky indeed, because Colin was such a friendly boy, regardless of what she might say. Just because he almost got her in trouble on her first day didn’t mean he was all bad. The bottle spun, going a moment longer than she had thought it would go. When the bottle rested motionless in the grass, Athena’s face had lost some of its color. The bottle had just so happened to land on her, and she couldn’t help but sweat a little.

Standing up, she brushed the grass off her pants, taking longer than needed. She moved as if in slo-mo towards Colin and saw he was just as nervous as she was. Athena happened to recall a girl he had been checking out earlier and wondered if Colin had been hoping for someone else. He seemed to scan her face before whispering something that jolted her heart. Is this a dream?, as in a good dream, or a nightmare. He had used the word dream but that couldn’t mean anything, could it? As his arms moved to her shoulders she closed momentarily, opening her eyes to see Colin mouth something. She turned her head to see if anyone was behind her, but quickly jerked it back to look at Colin. Suddenly his gaze changed. He looked at her with pure amazement and all she could think was please let this be over soon. His lips touched hers before he pulled back and gave her a particularly wet hug. She pushed him back, just a little so that she could see him. There wasn’t much of a height difference between them so all she had to do was lean in. She closed her eyes as there lips touched again and wondered what to do with her hands. It’s not like they were a thing, so she wasn’t going to tangle her hands in his hair or whatever. Instead she pulled him closer, feeling awkward in the hug/kiss mix. It felt exhilarating, what with being the center of all attention, the magnet for all eyes. She didn’t withdraw from the kiss, not really. She was softer though, more tender. Like she was dealing with a scared puppy, which she might admit, was fun to picture in her closed eyes. She finally pulled away from him, letting her hands drop to her sides. If this was how the night was going to go, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, minus the tear stain on one of her shoulders.

“Uhh—sorry? You’re welcome? I’m really not sure what to say Colin, but…thanks.” she could feel the color rising to her cheeks and she willed them to return to normal color. She felt her grin returning as she went back to sit by Cara’s side. It was a magical night, in her opinion.

Interactions with: @Colin McCoire
Mentioning: @Cara Smalley
Actions: drawing Colin back into a kiss

"For Merlin's sake, kiss her already!" Colin heard Cassandra cry out. She was one of Slytherin's new prefects, and given how hard she'd come down on Sophia and Gem and the Sparkle Girl, she was very likely going to be one tough customer! "Any day now, fur boy!" He looked around with narrowed eyes, trying to spot the miscreant. Colin knew that everyone was watching them, and he was certain that he and Athena had been at it for hours already.

Colin had managed to overcome his desire to snog Athena. After all, he liked Clair! He wasn't really sure if it was okay to kiss another girl or not. It's not like they were officially courting or anything! But still... Colin realised he was still staring at Athena. Her pretty face and mass of golden yellow hair was all he could see at the moment. Or was it Clair's brown hair and blue eyes?

"Yeep!" Colin squeaked briefly as Athena yanked him in closer! For a moment he felt like a dog being pulled by the leash. He could hear the other kids laughing or jeering. He just knew he'd never hear the end of it from Sophia, but what else could he do? For his part, he had held himself back. He'd nearly kissed Athena, merely brushing her lips with his --- but if she kissed Colin? What about that?

Well, obviously that's a different matter! Colin thought. If Athena kissed Colin, well, he couldn't stop her! That was how the game was played. And that was exactly where Colin found himself. His eyes were locked on Athena's. For a moment she closed her eyes, and Colin wondered if he was supposed to do the same. She pulled them closer together and touched her lips to his. And Colin felt different! The shock and dismay he felt before weren't there. His heart pounded faster and faster, and still she didn't break off the kiss.

Colin's eyes closed and felt like he was flying! His heart raced as it had during the broom race and he felt his toes curl into the blanket and he wanted to embrace her again, but Athena withdrew at last and she stood in front him. Colin opened his eyes at last and looked again into hers. "Whoa."

“Uhh—sorry? You’re welcome? I’m really not sure what to say Colin, but…thanks.”

Athena's words registered somewhere inside Colin's brain and the laughter and catcalls of the others crashed all around him. He bit his lower lip and noticed that Athena was blushing too. He snapped back to the present from whatever lovely place he'd just been in. "Oh! Um. Athena! Sorry! Er." He smiled at her and knew that his face must be redder than hers! "You're --- that was --- actually, you --- you're a brilliant kisser Athena!" he said softly. "Some boy will be very lucky!"

He looked down at the blanket and turned away from her. Before he went back to his place, he stopped. Looking back at Athena, he said: "No. Thank you Athena. That was truly --- wonderful!" He skipped back to his place next to Clair. He really wished the bottle had landed on Clair, but maybe it was a good thing it didn't. Perhaps there was some deeper magic in this game that Colin couldn't yet fathom. Sophia had always gone on about waiting until he was really ready before he tried snogging a girl; but it seemed to make sense to kind of sort some things out before hand.

"This is a bloody brilliant game, isn't it Clair! I had no idea it would be this much fun!" His green eyes sparkled as they sought out her light blue ones. He wondered if someone would give her a kiss too. It didn't take Colin too long to find out! He watched as Avery span the bottle around. He laughed as it stopped at last --- of course on Avery hismelf!

"Huh, the most attractive person in the circle," Avery said.

Colin laughed aloud. "Put your glasses on Chen! I'm standing next to the most attractive person in the circle!" He smiled as his friend sauntered over and gave Clair a kiss on the cheek. "I still think you should have given yourself a kiss, Avery!" Colin laughed happily as the game went on. As Sophia's bottle landed on Alec, the boy who'd organised the game, and she gave him a hug, Colin wondered again about the magic that might be in even something as ordinary as an empty old butter beer bottle. Perhaps there was a reason it landed on Athena and not Clair, though he really wished it had. He'd have to think about that once the game was over! For now he was just glad that it was a friend that had kissed him and not someone he didn't even know!

But there was no time for thinking now! Apparently there was only time for kissing! And as he looked up from his reverie, he saw that the bottle was now pointing directly at him! "Wh---!?" Whose turn was it anyway? She answered his question herself soon enough for it was none other than Bailey! She was a really sweet girl and one of Colin's friends. The smirk on her face likely came in response to the look of wide eyed surprise on his!

“What shall it be? I’m game for anything!” she said softly so that only he could hear. “Were you hoping for a different Ravenclaw, by any chance?”

Colin blushed deeply in response to her question. A quick glance towards Clair and a smile would have to suffice her for an answer. He stepped forward to meet Bailey and again, he wiggled his toes on the blanket. He gave Bailey a smile and waited for what seemed likely to be his second smooch of the game. His heart thumped again --- he was really enjoying this bottle spinning game after all!

@Athena McClenin | @Clair Fernandez | @Bailey Glade | @Avery Chen | @Sophia Nelson | @Cassandra Ironwood