Faerietale Endings Fall Ball 2022 Locked

Bloom's eyesight seemed to blur at the amount of time she stood staring at the glass slipper. It was like she was tranced in focusing on the object but stuck in her thoughts. She shook her head to snap out of it all. She came here to try and have a good time; to forget about what happened a week prior and just enjoy herself with the activities that were around.

But she couldn't help but to feel... deep down... like she did on June of her fourth year. She remembered running into the Room of Requirement feeling alone in this world and angry at herself and everyone around her. This time around, she wasn't feeling angry, but loneliness was creeping into her mind. She had someone there for her and now... she didn't.

She walked away from the glass slipper and looked at the activities that they had available to them. One was a pumpkin carriage ride and the other was a petting zoo. Typically the former would be with someone else, and Bloom did not want to ride by herself. She decided that it was best to go towards the petting zoo. And who knows, petting animals may help her with her slight depression and loneliness that she was feeling. Muggles didn't call animals mental healers for nothing!

ACTION: Leaving the courtyard & entering the grounds for the petting zoo

STATS: Stamina - 10| Evasion - 10| Strength - 10| Wisdom - 11| ArcPower - 10 | Accuracy - 11
ABILITIES: Lovely Creature & Muggle Condition

Now that was an impressive note. Very loud. 8/10, with practice would shatter glass. Kitty seemed to agree with the way she skittered back, quickly crawling to peek from just behind the table, front legs twitching atop the table as if just waiting for incentive to jump.

He twisted around, raising a brow at the sudden tap-dancing show, or maybe it was more of a jig. Admittedly less impressive than the shriek. “Wrong place for dancing,” he joked, snickering as Kitty quickly ducked outta site under the table and the girl turned her focus onto him. Suspicious? How rude. He was a model student as far as dances went! Hadn’t even lit another kid on fire like half of these people! Still, this could be fun.

Elsian made a dramatic show of looking around them slowly, “who, me?” He threw a hand over his chest, aghast. “How dare, I’ll have you know I’m the picture of innocence.” As if to prove his statement he lazily looked over the food, eyeing the apples in the bucket and plucking one of the bright red ones, “I swear you poison one apple and everyone's a critic.” He tossed the apple up, catching it as he made a wild gesture towards the small girl and her fallen food, free hand going behind him to lean against the table, “apple?” He offered jokingly.

He’d shrug if she refused, grinning as he pulled back his hand. If she said yes? Well, he just wanted it to be known he was NOT the one who poisoned the apple if she passed out or something.

There was a flash of gold that caught his eye across the courtyard. Gold and brown hair. Before the person disappeared in the crowds and his gaze was dragged back to his new ‘friend’.

“Besides,” he began, “you’re the one yelling and exciting the little spaz,” he felt a tiny spidery leg press against his finger, and he nudged her up, looking down slightly with a raised brow & letting her crawl onto his hand. “I mean…c’mon! She’s harmless!” With a grin he held up Kitty, “see?” He petted her back once, eyeing the girl with a snicker as Kitty scampered down his arm to paw at his hip towards the table once again. The spider once more content to marvel at the shiny sights. Maybe he should take her to that nest with the golden eggs and let her go wild. Honestly if anyone tried to steal those things they’d deserve going against the spider for the eggs at that point.

Still…the show had been funny. He could at least apologize for that wonderful little scene she’d made. Had to be a new record honestly. Couldn’t have been more than, what, 20 minutes into the ball? 30 at most!

“Honestly though, Kitty is harmless. She just really likes shiny things, sorry she scared you snow queen.”

She looked cold funnily enough.

Sirin sat quietly in the courtyard, alone and only slightly lonely. Before the ball began, she hadn't even been able to secure a group of friends to go with, let alone a date. Disappointing for a rather outgoing kid. It was fine--really. All she needed to do was enjoy herself and especially the food. She strode over to the dessert table to grab a cake and *daintily* consume it in a corner. She admired the fairies floating around the area--she'd never seen a live one before. As she sat in the corner, she noticed some other kids, a Ravenclaw kid named Wynn (Sirin recognized him from her Tea Club meeting) and Irina (also from the club), Rita (also from the club) and a ton of other older kids doing very older-student kinds of things (hopefully not snogging). Sirin desperately wished someone would approach her--anybody. Absolutely anobody. Just save me, she thought. Save me from this void in my heart. Loneliness--a plague that has never left Sirin entirely. Why was she so depressed? Was it because of her mothers passing six years ago that caused Sirin to crave never-ending social interaction? Sirin could be temperamental, yes, but not like this. Perhaps it was a bit of homesickness and first-year jitters, mixed into one jumbled mess. Sirin finished up the cake and fixed her braids a bit--beautiful as ever. Sirin generally didn't enjoy being arrogant or prideful of anything about her--but her hair was her prized possession. The one mark of beauty that she thought she had. She'd always loved her long, purple locks--they looked especially good in braids. As Sirin stood up, she straightened her skirt (she'd decided not to wear a dress, too itchy) and took, once again, another stroll around the courtyard. She might as well have been at muggle Gym class--walking laps around the yard. She lingered around the dessert table--waiting in silent contemplation.

Action: going alone, waiting for others to interact with

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Ethan was awestruck by the sight of the courtyard. He felt like he had been transported into a classic fantasy novel. The detailed description of the scene made him feel as if he was part of the story.

As Adelaide recommended, Ethan has been reading various novels—particularly enjoying Little Women. He found himself completely engrossed in the lives of the March sisters, and particularly despised the character of Laurie for his borderline obsessive behavior towards Jo. However, he started to feel differently about Laurie once he fell in love with Amy. He couldn't wait to read the next book on the list, Jane Eyre, as soon as the ball ended.

He felt something tickling his ear and instinctively swatted at it. When he looked over, he saw a giggle coming from a fairy next to him. He tried to touch and grab it, but he is worried that he'll squeeze and hurt it. He watched as the fairy flew away, laughing.

Ethan shivered, the cold air biting at his skin. He was thankful that he had remembered to put on a coat. He looked around the courtyard. He noticed that more and more people were filling it up. Some people were chatting and laughing, while others wandered around. It looked like the courtyard was going to be very lively tonight

ACTION
Waiting for his partner

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Nick hurried to get his outfit for the ball on, he was going dressed as Flynn Rider from Tangled, he was his favorite disney character, like ever. So how could he not go as him? Nick didnt think he was brothers grim, but it would be fine. He hoped.

Once he got everything in his satchel, including a tira as a reference to the move Nick was off. He practically ran to the courtyard were the ball was taking place, Excited to see what all was planned, and who all would be there. Once he got there Amelia his friend and 'date' for the ball came up to him. "Hey Amelia!!! I like your dress, it looks good on you!" He commented, It wasnt a lie, she did look nice in the pink dress. Pink was a color he really liked.

"Im also really excited for the ball! I wonder what the hogwarts students have planned? I hope your not to tired, this is probably going to last a while. Did I make you wait long?" He said. Talking quite a bit, leaving little room for her to speak. "I think im talking a lot more then you" He laughed.

Nick smelled something... Something good. It had to be the food that was set up for the ball! "Amelia, do you smell that?" He would make his way over to the food table hoping that Amelia would follow him.

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The boy still had no idea exactly how he had been selected to help run this event. Didn't anyone know how much of a troublemaker he was? Heck, didn't anyone remember just how dangerous these sort of get-togethers had a propensity to be? Even now he recalled the balls of the past, their notorious backfires and the subsequent rumors that trailed about the school months after the doomed events. What kind of idiot kept willingly opting to host these sorts of balls when it had been proven that they were hazardous to the health of all involved? Especially with high priority targets such as the likes of the Hexwizard Tournament Champions. At this point... Hogwarts was practically asking for trouble.

But back to how he had been somehow selected to help on the planning committee. This was a mystery that Piérre had still been trying to unravel, even as he slithered down the tree after placing the "Golden Goose" and her eggs. Wiping off his hands on a purposefully grimy black and white striped suit with a dirty green "silk" tie that was reminiscent of a very specific and notorious icon in Muggle pop culture, the boy ran a hand through his wildly tangled bleached green hair that had been done up with the use of Crinus Muto hardly an hour prior as he took a deep, shaky breath and swallowed hard. Blinking once or twice, he shook his head and then also scratched at the magically placed scruff of similarly bleached acid green beard on his face, finding the tactile feel of it almost comforting for some odd reason. His left hand spun a magic ring on the left pinkie, which was responsible for the aforementioned scruff (much Mustachio Ring). After pursing his lips, the boy spat on the ground once and then wiped it around the cobble with a shiny black dress shoe, a look of mild disgust on his face. Trying his best to ignore how his mind was suddenly flicking wildly from thought to thought without warning, the boy did his best to focus on the bright, almost full, moon.

Whatever. It wasn't worth fretting over. If he was going to be responsible for running a show... he was going to make it the best show that the entire school had seen yet to date.

With a smile, the boy's similarly pale and waxy face (without makeup, mind you) turned away from the moonlight and instead towards his post, where he planned on keeping to himself for a while until he would be needed. Just before people started to trickle in, the boy swiftly whispered a command to his silver cat; "Osservare. Observe." and then seemingly vanished into thin air with the help of a slightly shimmering cloak (Invisibility Cape).

Figaro happily went off about the environment, doing as his brother had asked, keeping an eye on the environment in the catlike way that he usually did; which often involved vanishing from the common eye and taking up a position in an unlikely place.

Piérre turned the phials that he had brought with him in both hands as people began to mill around and about, two of them small and green with corks the shape of skulls on them, and the other two larger and scarlet with a plain cork on top labeled "Dragon's Breath" (Garroting Gas & Firebreathing Potion). The boy sure hoped that he wouldn't have to use one of these tonight... as for the other one?

Well, that one had the potential to lead to a little bit of fun if he played his cards correctly.

Humming along with the ethereal music emanating from an enchanted gramophone by his side (also under the cape), Piérre curled up tight so that he could cover every inch of his body as best as possible as he admired his handiwork from underneath the cloak. Silent as a cat, he narrowly observed every single partygoer that he could spot from his vantage point as they came in (or subsequently exited from the celebration and towards the Grounds). If he was going to wreak havoc, he had to pick out a good target that was worthwhile to wreak it upon...

Action: Assuming his Post w/Active Stealth, Attempt 's Grace
Figaro: Scouting the Area, Keeping an Eye on People, and Being a (Attempt 's Grace)

The Fall Ball 2022

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