Faerietale Endings Fall Ball 2022 Locked

AngelFyre could feel the warmth of her blush spread across her cheeks at his compliment. She was not one to normally hesitate with a reply to his compliments, but things were lately beginning to stir within her that made her feel odd. Nothing bad, just different. Almost as if her natural impulse to tell him everything she thought in any given moment needed to be curtailed. And then it struck her. She was sometimes feeling bashful with him. With Simon. Her own boyfriend.

Hmmmm.

She had not felt that way with him since the agonizing month and a half she had known him before she discovered he liked her, too. Her heart skipped a bit at the realization and she turned her sparkling eyes to him. The feeling was the same this time, but also different. All the wonderful butterflies still took flight in her tummy at his slightest touch and she could swear she would catch him looking at her sometimes in a way that could make her knees threaten to buckle. His expression would be soft and contemplative while his eyes felt like they were delivering gentle caresses to her soul. She always wanted to ask him what he was thinking in those moments, but then she would tell herself that it was probably not too different from what she herself thought when she tried to steal moments to gaze upon him without his knowing. Plans for now. Plans for a future....their future. Plans for how to be able to hold onto him and never let go. Deep sigh. That last one was a personal favorite of hers.

Smiling and turning her eyes to look up at the stars in order to give herself time to collect her thoughts, it occurred to AngelFyre she was growing up. A year ago she would have scoffed at anyone who might have told her that she would have a boyfriend, let alone a boyfriend she literally hated to be separated from for even 5 minutes. That would have been pure craziness. But here she was and it was all true. The fact that she more and more was coming to think about her looks in an effort to please him had to be a sign of that. No more ponytails, at least not in his presence, and a bit more effort had been put into her wardrobe choices of late. A side benefit was that her mother was extremely pleased by that state of affairs. And all of it was not the burden she had once thought such things might be. Pleasing Simon always pleased her. She knew he loved more than just her looks and appreciated her so much more than for those alone, but the boy was...well...a boy. It was just a fact of his biology and part of growing up.

The thing was though, it was by no means a one way street. Simon's looks were also more and more becoming a subject of unexpectedly intense thought in her own fevered brain. She had always thought he was handsome, but it was not his looks that had drawn her in hook, line, and sinker. Handsome males in this school, like beautiful females, were by no means an endangered species. No, Simon's looks were a definite benefit, but it truly was everything else about him that attracted her. He was the real deal and she reminded herself yet again that she was most definitely the luckiest girl at Hogwarts... heck, she was the luckiest girl anywhere. But even so... the boy was pure eye candy.

When they finally entered the Courtyard, AngelFyre was agog for a few moments. It was absolutely breathtaking, and the honest to goodness fairies flitting around punctuated the thematic care the organizers had put into the evening. There were numerous statuaries depicting beloved fairy tales to be seen almost anywhere one were to look. And there was even a petting zoo... with a unicorn, two in fact! AngelFyre just had to see that. She turned to Simon with a huge smile on her face, but she could tell his heart was just not feeling it tonight.

She raised his hand to her lips and smiled at him softly. "I am sorry there is no dragon to be petted. But cheer up my handsome prince. Maybe you will come across one this year in your CoMC studies, even if it is not a part of a third year's syllabus," and she rested her head on his shoulder. "I know animals are not your thing, but may we, before the clock chimes midnight tonight, visit the unicorns?" she asked, not even trying to hide her excitement over the opportunity to see such a thing, let alone being able to pet one. "I cannot even imagine that such a thing is possible, but it is Hogwarts, right?"

His disappointment was soon replaced with a little laugh at her eagerness over the unicorns, and he got a bit more into the spirit of the evening. "It is such a glorious evening, is it not? The starry night sky and the crisp, autumn air makes it perfect. This is my favorite season of the year by far," and she squeezed his hand. "I know this temperature is perfect for you, but thinking in advance that it might be a little chilly for me at some point, your girl thought ahead," and her voice took on a hushed, serious tone. Turning to him with a smile that indicated she was quite pleased with herself, she relayed to him the genius behind her sartorial choice for the evening. "Part of my skirt is detachable," and she arched an eyebrow at him when he, for a split second, look confused and then that look was almost instantaneously replaced with a devilish little smile as he pulled her closer. "Calm yourself, lover boy," she retorted in a mock stern fashion before giggling at his reaction. "I am wearing lovely cream colored trousers beneath. I thought it would be a wise move for a couple of reasons. The first being warmth. The skirt when removed will then act as a cape that I clasp together with this belt. Clever, eh? The other reason I chose to have it made this way is because everyone keeps talking about how these Balls devolve into chaos and danger, so I thought it would be smart to be able to move freely if everything went to Hades in a hand basket," she finished with a self-satisfied smile. Then looking at him and feeling like she still wanted to tease the poor boy some more, she added, "Besides, if I am called upon to play the part of Princess Charming and save you, my fragile little Dhampir in Distress, I need to be able to react on a moment's notice, yes?" and with that she just stared right into his gorgeous golden browns and batted her Bambi length eyelashes at him a ridiculous number of times within a few seconds before they both dissolved into laughter.

Another seeming disappointment to his evening was no doubt the music. One of their favorite things to do together was to dance, but this music was a bit difficult for the uninitiated. Simon, however, had a marvelous way of always making lemonade out of lemons, which was not surprising given his relationship to the tart, yellow citrus. AngelFyre curtsied most gracefully before placing her hand in his outstretched one and she happily followed him deeper into the Courtyard where a few other couples were also dancing. When his hand slipped around her waist and he drew her close to him, all of her thoughts on teasing him, about anything, evaporated in a flash. The moonlight sparkled in his eyes which were still more golden brown than dhampir-ish due to the bright light of the almost full moon. She moved in rhythm to his body effortlessly, even though it took him a second or two to decide exactly how to move to the music. There was nothing in the world she loved more than being close to him like this. Every worldly care vanished and everything was just Simon.

She rested her cheek against his and their fingers laced together almost of their own volition as they swayed. Her breath caught when he started to sing barely above a whisper in her ear... his warm breath sending tingles down her spine. She closed her eyes and just pressed into him, breathing him in, letting the fingernails of her free hand play in his hair at the back of his neck, occasionally circling on his scalp in little massages. He almost always drew her closer, if it was even possible to do so, when she did that. This... was... her... heaven.

"Simon, you are my everything..." and she pulled back a little to look into his eyes, "...my happily ever after, and I love you." Then she closed her eyes and pressed her petal soft lips against his as they continued to sway. AngelFyre could not even have told you if the music was still playing in the background in that moment, but it really did not matter. They were somewhere else entirely in that moment. Relinquishing her hold on his lips, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. "I know there does not seem to be much here that interests you, tonight, and I swear my feelings will not be hurt if you want to ditch the whole thing in favor of someplace else more to your... or our... liking. The only thing is that I promised Dave I would find him and meet his date, and I want to check on Colin. But after that, the evening is entirely yours... we can turn in the childhood faerie tales for an evening of childhood games... 'Simon Says' comes immediately to mind," and she laughed before kissing him again.

"Truth is, I do not care what we do. I just want to do it with you."

Mathias would not miss an opportunity to antagonize his former classmates. The fact that his girlfriend for well over a year, an actual eternity to a teenager, was there was a 'happy coincidence.' At least that was what he had told himself, being on the outs with the patriarch of his family meant that these past several months were unpleasant. He had much to prove if he wished to be in Thaddeus' good graces once again. His uncle's methods have gotten strange over the past few days, eerie if he did not know it was Thaddeus playing mind games with the youth.

Dolls... A lot of them, broken into pieces and left outside the window of the cabin he was sleeping in. He had awoken more than once in the night certain that he saw someone peering at him through the window, and he wonder who he had paid or more importantly if the student he had enamored with a few galleons was paid well enough to endure his retaliation. The freak will get what's coming to them... he had told himself just this morning.

Luck had not been on his side this morning, a nail had pierced the sole of his shoe en-route to the courtyard for a ball he was already late for. Wizards rarely fear tetanus, just a sore foot and a soggy sock. Yet there would be a noticeable limp to his gait. He had no idea why Winnie wanted him to dress as the "flower prince". He had no idea what that meant or why Winnie would don a cloak of severed thumbs or whatever it was that a "Thumblina" would wear but the name itself was somewhat concerning. So a blue stone crown and a floral print button down shirt was his best guess, the prince of flowers has arrived. As for his minions, the subjects of his domain... he was not sure what to do with that. Did Winnie give him floral tribute? Did he bring his own?

He brought his own. Winnie was pretty and all but he had his doubts she would remember to bring his subjects. So he did what any man would do in this scenario: he bought himself the largest goddammed bouquet he could find. The perfume from the varied, massive floral arrangement was... powerful. He had picked up the bouquet from the florist last evening. So feeling like the prettiest flower prince at the ball because he certainly was, he would in search of Winnie Harper who was for some unknown reason not wearing pink he would *thwack* in the back of the head an unfortunate student as he passed by.

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If successful or not, he would not give the underclassman the time of day as the dandy beanpole continued to search for Winnie Harper unsuccessfully.

Action: Swats Bubba in the back of the head with his giant bouquet of flowers (unless he decides it hits). He is seeking Winnie but I have chosen for him to auto-fail because Winnie is not wearing pink. she will have to find him.

Keith smiled when Colin smiled saying- more like complaining about his nose. He listen to Colin talk about the smells. "Could you really recognize me in the dark? That's so cool, though I suppose in a place like this, at a time like this it isn't so awesome. Maybe later it would be better for your nose, and headache, to get out of here. I imagine you have a pretty bad headache, right? I did a little research after you told me... Sorry if that's creepy, it's just that, well, I wanted to know if there was like something I could do to help. I didn't know barely anything about werewolves... I'm talking to much... Sorry"

Keith looked down, "Dude, don't talk so much... You sound like a crazy person."

Colin tapped his crown, but Keith flinched a tiny bit, hoping it was unnoticeable, he didn't want Colin thinking he was scared of him. "Why do you still flinch, they can't get you here... You need to stop that. Colin is your friend he won't hurt you. You need to stop flinching!"

Keith looked at Colin for a minute, "I think with a different outfit a crown would go well, or like with this outfit, which have I told you you look awesome? Anyway, I think one of those crowns that like go around your forehead, and like, not like mine, but..." Keith paused shaking his head, "Nevermind, I'm not sure what I'm even talking about."

Keith wanted to laugh when Colin told him to keep quiet, "Sorry! I got excited. And of course you," Keith laughed, "Who else would I be talking to?" Colin said he'd rather wait to dance with Clair, "Okay! I might try to get someone to dance with, I wish I had gotten a date... It' s going to be weird walking up to a random person and asking for a dance." Keith said sighing. He hadn't really thought about bringing a date before, so he hadn't gotten one. Now he regretted it.

Colin agreed that he wanted to go to the zoo thing later, "Yay! I wonder what kind of animals they will have?" He said.

Just then a boy came over, and began speaking to Colin. The boy stuttered a lot, "Maybe he is just shy? He seems to know Coin. Haven't I seen him before? Like in the common room?" Then the boy looked at Keith, saying his name was Taizu, and like Keith had thought, he was a friend of Colin's. "Hi! I'm Keith! I'm a first year Gryffindor! " He said smiling, hoping he wasn't scaring the boy.

A girl looked like she was walking over, and Colin whispered to Keith, telling him to, "Are you sure you will be alright? All this noise and smells have to be getting to you. But yeah, I'll tap you if you growl at anyone, okay?" Keith didn't like the idea, but if that's what Colin wanted, Keith wasn't going to say anything.

The girl looked like, "like, uh, a starry night" Keith thought, trying to think of something. Colin introduced the girl to Keith and Taizu, and Keith smiled, showing a bit of teeth. and waved his hand when his name was spoken. "You look pretty Violet! I " Keith told her.

Keith heard a bell, like one for a cat. He turned to look at what was making the sound. It was a person walking towards them. They had a flowery shirt one, "they look cool!" They came up and said hello. Colin said hello and made a joke, Keith giggled. He waved at the boy, "Hi! I'm Keith Moore, first year. What's your name?"

Colin was about to say something when he paused and said he saw a girl, Jannette he said her name was, running out. "I hope so too. Maybe her date didn't show up. I would be rather upset too if that happened. Or maybe she got hurt?" Keith said, he turned back to look at everyone who was there now.

Keith was excited to meet new people, but he felt like there were just too many people around him. He wouldn't say anything about it though. He had to get used to it, after not being around cool people for a while. He was so happy to talk with his friend Colin again. It had been a while since Colin and him talked, but Keith had been busy with things.

Keith turned back to the Taizu boy, "Are you a Gryffindor, I feel like I've seen you in the common room before. Correct me if I'm wrong please, I'm just sure I've seen you before. I haven't really met a lot of other Gryffindors, only one or two. I want to meet more, but I haven't really had time, or I choose to do other things." He whispered to the boy. He smiled.

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Felix had believed that being single meant he could wear whatever the hell he wanted to the ball without having to worry about some dorky costume, but unfortunately the Horntail Horde had other plans. They wanted to attend as Through the Looking Glass characters. It was a choice that Felix dragged his feet on, but in the end he decided on a costume he felt would at least go with one of his favourite jackets; a steampunk inspired piece that displayed large golden wings intricately embroidered onto the shoulder and sleeves of the jacket. To add to the illusion, he was wearing a caplet of dark feathers and a black griffon mask to help tie in the costume. He had also attempted to border his eyes with what some would call 'guyliner' to allow his steel blue eyes to pop beneath the mask. The entire ensemble reminded him of his old pal, Poe. He wondered if his nerdy underclassman would be in attendance.

Speaking of attendance... His eyes scanned over the ballroom as he grunted in disapproval at some of the attendees. There were some strangers and some familiar faces he wished were not so familiar. Most were newer dislikes, such as the ginger carrying his weight in flowers had embarrassed him during the last ball (@Mathias Pride), and Bubbles or whatever his name was, had assumed he could embarrass Felix during summer camp (@Bubba McGarry).

On a more positive note, at least he wasn't the first of the Durmstrang crew present. Mikael was present, looking... More and more like a blank piece of parchment. Val had dressed him in royal attire. He wondered if the poor guy knew he was meant to be the Queen of Hearts. Amina had practically skipped into the event, looking like she was ready to throw glitter in the face of any grumpy attendees. She was with Yef, but he hesitated to approach the two at first. There was no doubt he would likely end up following the Horntail leader around the entire night given his tolerance for social interactions. So, he sighed and silently walked up to the two to join them.

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It didn't take long for her princess to arrive, and in style too, not that Winnie would expect anything less from Matt. She didn't quite catch on at first that the large bouquet of flowers he was carrying was not a gift for her, but rather his costume. They must have obstructed his view, though, because he almost seemed to look passed her. Her head titled in confusion as he watched him swat some younger classman in the face. She placed an oblong box she had tucked under her shoulder onto the food table before approaching him.

"Matt?" The green clad Princess would approach the floral fairy before he could wander too far away. "What's with the flowers? You already sent me a gift this morning." One of those gifts was currently pressed against the bodice of her gown. It was missing an arm by the time she discovered it, but she figured some student's pet must have carried it away. She had spent part of the morning attempting to fix the doll up, as she had assumed it was part of their costume. The little creepy thing was dressed as one of the prince's 'subjects', with flowers pushed into the empty arm hole and handmade wings attached to the back. Winnie had even made it a tiny flower crown.

As for the disgusting smelling chocolates... Winnie had been confused when she opened them. They were not strawberry flavoured, and thus did not hold her interest. She was also still suspicious of her dainty boyfriend and wasn't willing to take the risk. However, being the sometimes polite girl she was, she had brought the box of chocolates to return to him. The chocolates were currently sitting on the food table. Merlin help any soul that consumed them.

"They're very pretty..." She continued, plucking one of the lilies and sliding it behind her ear. "But I already have someone pretty to look at." She continued, offering the boy a smile as she plucked another lily to tuck into his floral shirt.

Over the din of the crowd he would be found, the massive greatsword of flowers potentially clobbering (I do not have any permission from Bubba so I cannot say they hit) the poor second-year adjacent. When he heard his name, he would swing around, potentially walloping poor Bubba a second time if he did not duck, bob and weave the massive, not particularly nimble bouquet of flowers. A few blooms, their leaves, and their petals would fall from the man-sized floral arrangement.

"These are my subjects," he would smile in reference to his flowers. Not that he would admit to enjoying the fact that he felt 'pretty' but he was in one of those rare good moods for selfish reasons. Definitely not that he missed anybody or longed to return to this school.

"Wait, present?" As if there was a delay in the words being heard said and the ramifications in his head. "I did not send--" his voice trailed off as his eyes met with a doll. Some sort of damaged fetish that had a crude resemblance to her, long coppery strings to represent her fiery tresses and a baby pink ragged attire that seemed more fitting than the green stuff that she was presently wearing. It was missing an arm, he was not sure if that was good or bad but he knew three things:

One -- he did not send her a present.
Two -- dolls are generally "dangerous" or "bad"
Three -- don't hags...?

He let out a girlish scream as he attempted to fling the doll in her hands someplace, anyplace else. In truth his ability to perform this action hinging on if he had already taken an action this round assaulting poor Bubba with his subjects. That bouquet at the very least dismantled as he relinquished his grip on the stems and a curtain of flowers that would rival some smoke screens would temporarily disrupt the peace. Any actual attempt to relieve Winnie of the doll if not OC consented would have to wait until the next round.

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Bubba had been down in the courtyard wandering aimlessly for some time at this point. He wasn't sure where Sam was and checked his watch to see how long he'd been waiting. It'd only been about ten minutes but it felt like a thousand years had passed. Maybe that was just the anticipation? Was he just so excited to see Sam that time felt like it was passing slowly? His mind wandered back to all of the times his father had joked about waiting on his mother to get ready. Maybe this was just the way it worked with girls? He just hoped she'd get a wiggle on or the whole bloody ball might be over and done with.

As he continued his aimless wandering he spied what appeared to be a box of chocolates on the table. Bubba was getting a bit hungry at this point but they didn't look as if they were part of the spread. He thought it'd be rude to take someone else's food (even if they should really guard it more carefully) so he let it be. As he considered the chocolates he felt a soft thwack on the back of his head. He turned around to see a pale-skinned boy wearing a Hawaiian shirt, white pants, and a crown (interesting choice) who was carrying quite literally the largest bouquet he'd ever seen. Bubba couldn't really be mad, the thing was so huge he'd imagine it like docking a cruise ship, hard to see where the ends of it are.

Bubba smiled at him and decided to play it off, it was just a ball after all, "Sorry mate you're really not my type," he joked as he adjusted his cuffs in a dignified manner before adding, "I'm sure she'll love them though."

As if on queue a redhead girl he knew by sight but not by name came rushing over to the boy whose name was obviously Matt. Bubba looked at her costume and was pretty sure she was supposed to be dressed as Thumbelina. It was a nice costume. He appeared to have been correct, she seemed to be enjoying the flowers

Bubba looked towards the entrance to the courtyard and resume his vigil of waiting for Sam.

Interacting: @Mathias Pride Mentioning: @Samantha Salwis, @Winnie Harper

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"The flowers...?" Winnie paused, unable to help the smile that formed on her lips. Matt had obviously not heard the tale of Thumbelina before, and Winnie found his mistake to be oddly endearing. The flower fairy prince was the prince of flower fairies, not flowers. "Oh yes, of course." She nodded, pretending as if she had just realized what he was saying. There was no sense in correcting his mistake when it warmed her heart and chased away any suspicions she had about Matt. At least for the time being.

"Thumbelina is a tale of a girl who was born inside a flower. She was only the size of a thumb, hence her name. Eventually she falls in love with a flower fairy prince." There was a lot more to the story, of course, such as almost being wed to a toad, a beetle, and a mole, but it seemed senseless to explain further if Mathias hadn't bothered to research the story beforehand.

"... Wait, what do you mean you didn't send any gifts--- MATTIE--" The Ravenclaw squeaked when the doll was snatched out of her hands, she was too surprised to properly react, allowing Mathias to toss the doll if he so desired. As the confetti of flowers, leaves, and petals rained down onto them, leaving Winnie's hair looking disheveled but decorated with floral elements. It was a damn good thing the Irish girl enjoyed twining flowers into her tresses, or he'd be getting an ear full.

"What the hell?! I suppose... Pfttt--" She started before pausing to blow a petal away from her face. "It's safe to say that you also didn't send the chocolates? I mean, thank Merlin because whatever the hell they have in them smells terrible and I assume you know me better than that, but who the hell would have sent them-- Ohhh..."

She then had a realization. It was of course the wrong sort, but she would still make the connection and assume the gifts were sent by the Durmstrang player who tried to save her during their Quidditch match. The tall muscular one with a Shakespearean name. "Romeo? Listen, I know he grabbed me during the match, but there's nothing between us; there's no need to be jealous. I thought the doll was kind of cute."

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Time passed by, the day shifting to night as Maksim ready himself for the ball. It bothered him not that he was late, in fact he rather preferred it. Better to be seen arriving late, than being forgotten for arriving at all. After giving himself one last look in the mirror, he deemed himself ready to join in the festivities.

Approaching the courtyard, echos of distant conversations began to grow in the air. "What a bore these parties could be at times." Maksim thought to himself, in his experience, dances, balls, dinners, they were all the same. An excuse to dress up, strike up shallow conversations, than leave with little to no impact on your life or relationships afterwards. However it would be equally foolish if he didn't attend. Sure enough there would be worth while conversation, or some sort of event that would make this night worth the effort of attending.

The aroma of the dinner wafting about, leaving his senses quite prepared for an enchanting night. Traversing the path alone, Maksim fell into his thoughts, though he never question much about himself, it was an odd feeling to be...nervous. Though he shrugged it off, what was the point in nerves? Just weakness trying to overpower ones will, at least that is what his father always taught him.

As he entered the Courtyard, he saw the vast sea of students before him, many in conversations, laughs being shared, complements over outfits exchanged. He adjust his collar, his freshly coloured white hair tussled in the breeze. The silver patterns on his vest glimmered in the moonlight, easily catching any eyes that passed by. Maksim stood at the entrance, taking in the sites and sounds of the evening. It was nearly overwhelming. As he looked about he saw a redhead boy staring in his direction.
Turning around to see what could possibly be drawing his attention, to see nothing behind him, Maksim opted to wave to the stranger, before making hand gestures, first point to the boy then to himself, wondering if it was him this kid was staring at.
Maksim walked over to the redhead, offering out his hand in greeting. "You know normally one introduces themselves before staring at strangers." He took a beat before continuing, "Levin, Koldovstoretz...You?"

Maksim was so wrapped up in introducing himself, he didn't even notice if this student was involved in other conversations or not, let alone if he had interrupted anything.

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Action: Arrives at the ball, walks up to Bubba thinking that he is being stared at by him.

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Bubba was quite unclear on what happened next. In all honesty, he hadn't really been paying that much attention to the conversation between Matt and the girl, if for no other reason than he founds eavesdropping to be exceedingly rude and didn't want to be accused of it. However, he was having a lot of trouble avoiding it because they were so bloody loud. Apparently, the bouquet was a part of his costume? Why would anyone want to carry a bouquet that big around all night? Now she was holding a doll that she thought he sent her but he clearly didn't based on his reaction. His reaction was really quite interesting because he suddenly grabbed the doll and flung it away. Unfortunately, he flung it away in the general direction of Bubba's head. Bubba somehow deftly caught it with his left hand.

In all honesty, he was a bit miffed this time. He understood the incident with the bouquet - speaking of the bouquet in his panic to rid them of the doll he had basically demolished the bouquet - it was big and it was just a bump. Still, he didn't want to make a scene, it was supposed to be a fun time, He extended his hand and offered it to the girl, "I believe this is yours." He said a bit stiffly.

He looked back towards the entrance for any sign of Sam. He really wanted to extricate himself from this situation as soon as possible. Apparently, he was staring because a silver-haired boy he'd never meant walked up to him and introduced himself. Well, it was already awkward as hell, in for a penny... Bubba gave him a quick double-take before understanding. He shook his hand almost reflexively and replied apologetically, "Ah poor timing I suppose, I had been looking to see if my date has arrived, sorry about that." He then realized he should probably introduce himself. "Bubba McGarry, Hogwarts." He added.

He must look ridiculous, holding out a doll in one hand and shaking someone else's hand.

Interacting: @Mathias Pride, @Winnie Harper, @Monica Evans as Maksim Levin Mentioning: @Samantha Salwis