Faerietale Endings Fall Ball 2022 Locked

I had been squatting in the dormitory bathroom all afternoon to get ready. Was it nice for the others? No. Did I not care at all? Yes. In any case, the others had almost all gone to get ready in the castle's toilets, to be all together. And to get ready, I have to be alone, in the quiet, otherwise I can't concentrate. I had also prepared myself mentally. Tonight I wasn't going to be too cold, even though I had dressed up as what people thought Victorian vampires were. It wasn't exactly the theme, but I really wanted to wear this dress. Anyway, I was going to spend the evening with my best - and hopefully only - friend and I was going to be almost nice to people.
With the sides of my dress in one hand to keep from falling off, I made my way down all the stairs that separated the Ravenclaw common room from the entrance hall. The castle doors were open to the courtyard and I had to admit that the decorations were beautiful. I walked out of the castle and thought to myself that the Faerietale Ending atmosphere was beautifully present. Between the references to Andersen and the Brothers Grimm, the lights and the music, I thought that maybe the evening was going to be really good. The cool breeze really added something. The poor girls who had come in short-sleeved dresses... I felt cold for them.

Location: The Courtyard
Date: Oct. 2022
WC: 359

Outfit

Beatrice hurried up the stairs from the Dungeons, she was already a little late but Rani and her hadn't agreed on a specific time to meet.

Her dress was long and almost hit the floor, just a millimeter of air was between it's edge and the ground. She was happy with how her look turned out. The Idea was to resemble a princess, because of the Faerietale Endings theme. She was lucky enough that her parents even let her go, considering that the Ball was about Muggle farietales. Beatrice didn't necessarily mind but it was quite a weird theme to choose for a wizarding school.

She was wearing a beautiful dress that her mother had sent her. It was one she already owned but only wore like one time for a Christmas family Ball. Her mother had told her to get a new one but Beatrice liked this dress, it was one of the only ones she liked.

Her hair was in curls and kind of an half up and half down style. A tiara that her Father bought, sat on her head. Gloves covered her hands and half her arms while a gold butterfly necklace dangled on her neck and gold vine earrings shined through her hair. The shoes gladly had no heel, she choose them especially because of that. It didn't matter because she was already rather tall.

When Beatrice got to the Courtyard, she had to stop for moment and look at everything around her. It was even more beautiful than usual. Enchanted music filled the garden but there weren't too many people here just yet. Several figures stood around as decoration. Beatrice tried to make out what they were supposed to be but for the most part they just looked weird.

Her gaze wandered through the people, trying to see if Rani was already here. She stopped at someone that looked very much like Rani but she couldn't quite see if it really was her friend. The girl she was now starring at looked absolutely beautiful, a white dress flowing around her and matching shoes. She looked taller than usual.

Beatrice started to walk, a smile forming on her lips as Rani now turned around and apparently noticed Beatrice as well. She waved at Beatrice as the girl was coming closer.

»Hello!« she said with a small wave and smile before she reached Rani.

Partner: @Rani Adler
Action: Arriving at the ball and meeting Rani.
Inventory: Wand, a few other things in her dress pockets (like gum and lip balm)

Languages: Portuguese & English

Raul was not Incan, his ancestors were predominantly of Iberian stock, but his getup certainly took inspiration from the old realm of Tawantinsuyu. The poncho he wore was ornate, and made of finely spun wool, intricate designs in charcoal, white and viridian danced along the fabric, creating a mix of firm angles and rounded edges. What he wore beneath was far less intricate, a simple black dress robe, in the traditional European style, and shining black riding boots, of the formal as opposed to practical style. The very picture of proper wizarding society, with minimal muggle influences, merely enough to make his appearance more presentable.

Some of the Europeans could do well enough to follow in his example, suits were well and good, but he was certain that at least some of the rowdy bunch of northerners would come in muggle garb. With each passing day, he wished he’d not come to Scotland. He could be back home right now, in the heart of the jungle surrounded by greenery and beauty.

But, his family name demanded respect, and that respect must come from all corners of the globe. Making an appearance was vital, as was conducting himself in a way that would ensure that the rest of the students understood precisely who he was, and what he represented.

And what he represented at the moment was complete and utter disgust. Muggle fairy tales, of all things, littered the environment. He recognised some, he was hardly a fool, and more than a few were good enough to be of proper wizarding stock, but to theme a ball after tales written by muggles?

“By the Virgin Mother…” He muttered, before making a beeline to the bowl of burgundy liquid.

Closed to Interactions unless Owled

Clair had been so excited for the ball, her dress had been sent to her via owl just in time, and She had even spent extra time on doing her hair! Her hair was still the normal brown almost black colour but it was now braided in a style that seemed to be popular in the Renaissance; which was part of the Ball's theme. Her dress was something that she would not normally wear, a long blue Dress which had a belt (that she had attached her wand holster to) and the sleeves were long too, The Ravenclaw had worn the same shoes as she had worn to the last ball, they were easy to walk in and she would rather not have to walk in a dress and Stupidly made shoes. She had had enough of that during the summer, thanks! Kiwi had wanted to come, but Clair had left the cat locked in her dorm, if trouble was started, which it no doubt would, then she did not want Kiwi to get hurt.

The Ravenclaw made sure that her wand was there, along with all the other little things she might need
and then she headed towards the ball. Once she got there she waisted no time trying to find her partner, Once she found Lily she would give a big smile. "Lily! Hi!" Clair rushed over to the younger snake. She giggled, "So am I, this will be so fun!" She was still smiling, "Is this your first ball?"
(Wc 254)

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Mentioning:	@Lily Blaze	Extra Notes:	Clair has her wand, and a few other things in her pocket of her dress closed to interactions other than Lily (if you'd like to interact Owl or DM me first please)
Action:	Entering the Ball	Stats/Abilities:	Stamina:7 | Evasion:7 | Strength:10 Wisdom:6 | Arcane power:7 | Accuracy:7 Fearless. Prodigal Charms learner.

I arrived in the courtyard in a dress, boots and a bun, with Hydra wrapped around my wrist like a bracelet - she wanted it, it's not animal cruelty. Why in boots? Because they're much more comfortable than heels and they won't be seen with my long dress. I took out my pocket mirror to check that my make-up hadn't run and took the opportunity to check that my wand was in my pocket. Hiding my excitement as best I could, I walked down the few steps that led to the party venue and looked around for Anastasia.
She had just come out of the castle in her beautiful Victorian dress. We thought it would be fun to have matching dresses. I made do with what I had. A black lace shirt and a long reddish brown skirt. I love the way it looks, I'm not saying it doesn't, but it doesn't equal Anastasia's dress.
The Ravenclaw was from the back, looking at the incredible decoration. I walked up to her and said, "What a wonderful start to the evening!" That was our thing, announcing ourselves with grandiloquent, nineteenth-century bourgeois phrases. And our dresses added something very funny to the whole thing.

sta • 7 | eva • 8 | str • 3 | wis • 8 | arc • 7 | acc • 7
Action: Arriving
Post tracker: 1 •

Simon loved a reason to get dressed up. It wasn't so much that he was a fan of fancier attire, but rather that dressing up signified putting a little extra into an event. It helps shift your internal internal self and show that you're placing some significance on this, instead of going with your usual attire. He dressed up most for Church, but found himself at school doing so for the dances and this year's Fall Ball of 2022 was upon them.

After discussing it with his girlfriend and date, AngelFyre McCubbin, the two used the original The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen for their inspiration when it came to their outfits. He, the young prince, and she, the little mermaid. There was no happy ending for these two in the original version (as was with most original fairy tales) but it did demonstrate true love as the mermaid princess refused to murder the young prince in order to return to the sea and thus, was turned into seafoam. She gave herself up irrefutably.

His Aunt Maggie had helped with his attire and done a splendid job and he waited within the Hufflepuff Common Room for his date, eager to have her see him in it. When she did arrive, it was no longer himself and his attire he was thinking of, and Simon smiled. She looked as beautiful as she did everyday, but there already seemed to be a bit of magic in that evening, where everything already just seemed to shine a little more. "Ah, it is she, the only one in the world whom I could love," he said, quoting the prince in the story when he talked of the young maiden who saved him, who he didn't realize was the little mermaid who had transformed into one of his servants. Simon smiled at the cheesiness of it. "You do look most beautiful, love," he added in a way that was much more Simon-like.

"Shall we?" and with that he held his arm out for her to take so he could escort her out of the Hufflepuff Common Room, down a flight of stairs, and to the Courtyard where they entered together.

Action: Entering the Courtyard with his date (free action)
Interacting with: Currently AngelFyre McCubbin
Stats:
Dhampir
Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 9 | Strength: 9 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 6

Roleplaying as: Agata Ríos Matos
Languages: Spanish - #e62719 English - #195ee6
Mentioning: @Nicholas McCowan as Raul Otávio Vinicius Mirales Correa, @Marius Brown as Sherlock Dols
Open to other interactions

Agata really didn't know how or why Hogwarts had chosen the theme they had for a Wizarding Ball. It felt sort of strange to be celebrating muggle fairytales when they were all witches and wizards. Surely they could have celebrated their own?

Perplexed at Hogwarts choice, but not one to withstand the music and dancing Agata had dressed up for the occasion. It was by luck really that she had any nice outfit to wear. When she had asked her siblings still in school about it, they had replied with a shrug and a muttered "meh, you'll find something." Which hadn't been helpful. Especially when coming to a foreign country. The only one to help her had been Violet, Agata's closest sister by age. They had picked a truly stunning Peruvian outfit, a beautiful deep purple dress and matching shoes. An intricate purple poncho had also been bought, the floral embroidery marked with Incan runes and designs. Violet had done her hair, and allowed her to borrow some jewellery, and Agata had felt confident that all would be alright when she had stepped out for the ball from her accommodations.

But now entering the courtyard, littered with European-centric muggle fairytales? Agata wasn't sure where to go, or who to talk to. If this was back home, she would have found some of her friends or siblings to talk to, or possibly dance. But the dance floor here did not look like it was set up for the huayno or the Peruvian waltz.

She couldn't spot any of her more friendlier schoolmates, only Rual Correa. Even though Sherlock had said he would be here. Did she really want to throw her lot in the Correa boy, even with the public defending he did a few days ago? Agata wasn't sure, so instead of going up to him, and most likely being insulted, she stayed along the edges of ghostly dance floor, keen but not too keen to be on it.

AngelFyre was on top of her game today. It was October 8th which meant that the highly anticipated Fall Ball was finally upon them. The event did not start until twilight, so it made the day seem to pass a little more slowly than normal. On days like these, she could just kick Einie’s relativity theory right into the Great Lake. That little fit of pique would make it no less true or speed up time, at least at that point in the day, but it would be a temporary release of minor frustration.

Frustration did not rule her day by any means, however. Her best distraction, of course, had been Simon. She had secretly delighted in an off-handed comment he had made about looking forward to dressing up and wanting to see how lovely she would look in her ball gown, but when presented with such an opportunity, she could not let it slip away from her. So she spent a good part of the morning teasing him mercilessly. Deep in his heart she believed he knew she was going to put her best foot forward in terms of her attire, but she would neither confirm nor deny for him whether that “foot” was going to be human, flippered, or even tentacled.

“Now look, Handsome, we agreed on The Little Mermaid as our theme, it is true, but why do you assume that I intend to show up in human form? Come to think of it, why are you even assuming that I intend to show up as the mermaid? The theme is “Dark Faerie Tales”, right? Well, I found the Sea Witch to be very intriguing, and goodness knows she is a dark creature to be certain. Attending as the Sea Witch would fit the theme perfectly” and she gave him her most earnest look, pretty certain her eyes and lips were not giving away her little jest of the moment. “I mean think about it. It is not like the mermaid and the prince were even ever a couple, so having him go with her is no more, or less, romantic than having him show up with the witch.” She looked him straight on and shrugged her shoulders. “That was my thinking anyway." He knew her better than anyone, and so he knew what she was capable of when it came to “surprises”. She delighted in keeping him a little off balance on such matters. It was simply her own brand of AngelFyre spice which she brought to their relationship. He never knew entirely what she was going to do…but he loved that. So did she.

So it was probably with a little sense of great relief that he greeted the mermaid in her seafoam blue dress coming down the steps to greet her debonair dhampir prince. As he had done for the Spring Celebration dance, he once again took her breath away. ‘Dang he looks handsome’. She was so mesmerized by him that she almost missed what he was saying to her. “Ah, it is she, the only one in the world whom I could love,”. She giggled delightedly, recognizing the quote immediately, but also knowing he meant it. Because the mermaid in the story had to give up her voice as part of the bargain to become human, AngelFyre simply responded in sign language, telling him first ‘Thank you’ and then ‘I love you’. Seeing his eyes twinkle at the whole exchange made her heart pound. She traversed the few feet down the stairs and eagerly took his outstretched arm. Looking deeply into his beautiful, golden brown eyes, she said softly but loudly enough that he could hear, “You look like perfection, you know? You, Simon Kincaid, absolutely take my breath away,” and she leaned over to kiss him softly, which required no tippy-toeing as her heels evened their kissing field, so to speak. “Tell the truth. Was there a part of you that thought it entirely possible I may have come down these stairs dressed as the Sea Witch?” and she just laughed.

They had started on their way out of the Common Room when AngelFyre suddenly remembered she had left her Wizard Camera on one of the tables so they could get a photograph of themselves. When they had taken a few, she set them up on the mantle. "We can pick these up when we get back later this evening." Then she left the camera down there for anyone who wished to do the same. It would be safe and still there upon their return. They were all Hufflepuffs, after all. If they could not be trusted, no one could.

“Yes, indeed,” she beamed at him. “Let us away to the Ball."[/quote][/quote]

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Tying his tie, Lloyd looked himself up and down in the mirror.
Taking a deep breath, he let it out in a rush.
He sighed, and ran the comb through his hair one last time.
Breath you will be fine you know how to dance, and treat a girl right. Plus… Eloise pretty much said that she liked me too! This will be fine! You got this! Just got pick her up, and head up to the ball!
Walking out of his cabin, Lloyd walked over to where he was meeting Eloise.
Knocking on the door, he took a step back and smiled anxiously.
He held the bouquet of flower for her in his hand, and waited for her to emerge.
When she did, he gasped in disbelief. She looked amazing!
“ Chérie! Vous êtes très belle! si belle! devrions-nous diriger la balle maintenant?”
Darling! you look … amazing! so beautiful! should we head up the ball now?
Bowing, he presented her with the bouquet and then held his arm out for her to hold.
Escorting her to the castle doors, he only then let go of her arm to open the door for her.
After she walked in, he held her hand and walked to the courtyard.
When they entered, he gasped. He had not expected it to turn out this well! Muggle parties were nothing compared to this!
Wow they outdid themselves, the staff did he thought, shocked.

@Astoria Swann as her iNPC Eloise Duciel

Interactions	Inventory
Eloise Duciel	Wand, bouquet of flowers, other miscellaneous stuff

Open to interactions

Ah, the Fall Ball. Marcel was rather excited, adjusting the ornate crown on his head. He and Bailey had discussed matching colors and decided on blue and silver- they look good in those colors, anyway. He put on the finishing touches before rushing out to the courtyard, blue cloak billowing out behind him.
He reached the courtyard, scanning around for Bailey. They were going as friends, but he certainly didn't mean to keep her waiting. Finally spotting her, his eyes lit up.
She was gorgeous. Her blonde hair shimmered in the pale light, and her dress was a greyer blue dimming into silver, contrasting with his mostly blue ensemble. He straightened his robes and pushed up his glasses.
He's loved faerietales, ever since he was little. His first instance of magic was making a ballroom scene come to life. Therefore, he wanted to ensure that the faerietale magic would be kept alive.
The courtyard was almost unrecognizable, and he grinned, looking at the many different Grimm and Andersen references. Almost so much that he forgot what he was doing. Shaking his head, he strode over to Bailey, his head tilting slightly as a new song started up. He cleared his throat as he approached next to her, putting on a formal voice.
"Fancy seeing you here, Miss Glade."
He laughed awkwardly, offering his hand.
"Apologies I missed you in the common room. I could have escorted you down... Erm... Now what?"
He sighed, trying to relax his shoulders. He wasn't the best at these social gatherings. What was he thinking?