Faerietale Endings Fall Ball 2022 Locked

It had been somewhat difficult for Lucky to get out of her own head. Although a girl with an independent streak, she had trouble getting close to other people. Her childhood had been -- hard for her to process. Losing her mother at an early age, and feeling isolated from others due to the secrecy of her magic, it left her a bit awkward when it came to interacting with other students. After three years at Hogwarts, she was constantly evolving. Lucky had a friend or two that she actually considered important to her. She had made the Quidditch team -- just as she always wanted. She was even writing for the school paper. She wasn't as much as an outsider as she thought she was.

She worried what people thought of her -- and then felt pathetic for even caring. She was Lucinia Thawin. It might not mean much to anyone else but that was a call to action for herself. Lucky made her way to the courtyard, her head held high even though she moved into the space alone. It seemed as if everyone around her were in pairs or trios. Finding a date hadn't been a priority for her at all...her dress was. Lucky spent weeks thinking up a theme, methodically planning her dress out. It was a far cry from the jagged-cut jeans and oversized t-shirts she typically wore when not in uniform. Makeup lightly dusted her cheekbones and once again -- she wondered what people thought of her. Her forest green dress stopped at her ankles, ballerina slippers on her feet, and gold jewelry completing the look. Who was she kidding? Nobody even noticed.

She forced herself to stay longer than she normally would have -- and found a little amusement in the frog display. With a secretive little grin to herself, Lucky took one last look around the space before following the trail of sculpture-sized 'breadcrumbs'. She didn't know where it lead but the sounds of the party faded -- and she found herself on the path to animals. A petting zoo! Now that was a little more exciting than dining and dancing.

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WORD COUNT: 353
ACTIONS: lucky arrives at the ball, feels self-concious, and wonders off towards the petting zoo. further interactions to take place in grounds
STATS: ST • 9 | EV • 8 | STR • 6‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ | WI • 7 | AR • 7 | AC • 8
ABILITIES: the muggle condition, evasive manuvers, & sixth sense

Rita was just waiting for Marius and Ash to respond to her and hoping for Tesla to find her and dance with her when a taller girl with beautiful curly blond hair accidentally ran into her and nearly dragged her down. "Oops! You nearly dragged me down, be careful next time! I`m OK, by the way!" Rita smiled to the blond hair girl, "By the way, I`m Rita Su, you can call me Riri if you wish. Could you tell me your name? I really like your beautiful curly blond hair! How are you feeling today? Who would you like to dance with tonight? Would you like to dance with me, or do you already have someone else in mind? My dance partner has not responded to me, so maybe I can dance for you for a short while if you wish before my dance partner responds to me? What do you think?" Rita smiled at Elena when Rita finished introducing herself and invited Elena to dance with her. "Would she think I`m being too open? Would she accept to dance with me or reject my invitation? I don`t know. Hopefully she won`t think I`m being weird and walk away from me. Let me see how she responds." Rita thought while waiting for Elena to respond.
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@Elena Jangleton @Marius Brown @Ashleigh Hazelwood @Tesla Stone

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ɴᴘᴄ ꜱᴀʀᴀ ᴋᴏʜᴀɴᴀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴀʜᴏᴜᴋᴏᴛᴏʀᴏ

EᑎᑕY :	ᗩᗷIᒪITIEᔕ
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The kind of look that would’ve looked simple if not for him being hot as hell. ( Lovely Creature Ability ). It’s a mere long thick jacket in dark red colours, matched with a shirt with a pair of black pants. Nothing else has been made to add to his appearance, except for the gloves that cover his frosty hands. In addition to that, a black scarf is hung on his shoulders and wrapped themselves around his neck. Looks like someone is easily cold.

Now this was a nice ball he could attempt to enjoy. The last ball was his fault entirely. For he didn’t expect them to take the decorations for the ‘blossom ball’ to the next level. Knowing how repellent he is towards anything flowery and bright, he should’ve known that the previous ball was not something he was mentally prepared for, even with his sunglasses on 24/7. But this! This was a sight that wouldn’t push him the need for flower domination.

The lights, the pumpkins, the food! And not a lot of flowers as well. Happiness surged through him and it showed on his face.

He was not one to go to these sorts of events. Even less likely if he was alone. But it was part of his self development journey, going to events alone was on his list of things to do. Sure, he could see some familiar faces in the crowd. And there was an urge that pushed him to them, but he knew he would be stuck by their side like glue all night if he had done that. Being around others that comforted him was always a plus. But no! No no, this was the day he had to do things on his own. Never mind his shaking hands and trembled breaths. Fear comes and goes. It’s all just exposure therapy here.

Plus he heard there was a petting zoo.

A probability he could find a magical creature that resembled a cat?

He might as well be in heaven.

And that would be his first stop when he had first arrived at the ball. Off to the petting zoo!

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Arriving & Going to the petting zoo ( grounds )

The Ravenclaw was so far enjoying her night, of course she was. There was nothing messing up her night as of yet. There was no drama that would tear her still growing heart to pieces. No The night was going well, so far.

"Oh they'll come!" Clair said, "And then you'll be washed up in the drama!" She moved her arm dramatically, as if she was being washed away. "It is sort of fun though, a stupidly fun, fun."

Clair smiled, "maybe later we can go see him? He has had a hard time lately I think" she left out the fact that Colin had asked her to the ball too, she did not want to hurt Lily's feelings.

"I just wondered if you knew him or not, he is a rather interesting person." As she said this, her eyes were still on Colin, and his now growing group of friends. There was something in him, yes there was something that Clair found attractive in him, what it was she could not figure out.

She pulled her eyes away from Colin and turned to look at the food table, "Part of me wants to eat from that table, but the other part of me tells me to run from it." She said softly, last year at the ball her bottom half of her dress had been coved in grossness because she had been standing beside the table, she could not remember what had hit her exactly, but it had not been very nice.

"What do you want to do?" She asked, turning her gaze back to Lily.

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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:	chatting with Lily	Stats/Abilities:	Stamina:7 | Evasion:7 | Strength:10 Wisdom:6 | Arcane power:7 | Accuracy:7 Fearless. Prodigal Charms learner.

"There is something here that interests me immeasurably," he smiled to her and he led her to a turn, then another way, then to a spin. It wasn't so much the evening that had sparked his bit of funk earlier but probably just as she said it - being a dhampir in distress. It seemed more and more that this broody sort of feeling would wash over him and maybe he needed to try harder to keep it at bay. Being around her, who lifted his every feeling and sensation, always helped. He couldn't be in low spirits and be around AngelFyre McCubbin.

He wouldn't rush this moment. This Fall Ball, this Faerietale Endings, although as creepy as that could be broken down by title alone, was the school dance at Hogwarts and therefore a dance was called a dance because it had dancing. Plus, he didn't think there would ever be a time that he would rush being this close to her. Sure in the Library when they were studying, they could sit next to each other, or some evenings on the grounds when it was still remotely warm they could lay next to one another as they caught up on the day's happenings, but this was still a different sort of closeness that he would never rush, nor take for granted.

"Dhampir in distress...." he repeated her words from earlier and laughed at it. It was a good phrase, he had to admit. AngelFyre's sense of humor and her wit about her was one of his absolute favorite hings about her. Then again, if he was the handsome prince at the moment and she the little mermaid, the mermaid did save the price at the end, even at her own sacrifice - her own faerietale ending. Simon could never do that to his love though. He would try endlessly to be the giver in the relationship, although he had tough competition with her.

"I'd like to see Dave too. I'm surprised he found himself a date. I mean, I don't mean that he's not capable of finding himself a date - look how he tried to capture himself a girl at the Valentine's Day Tea Party....." He shook his head and brought her hand from his waist so he could gently kiss the back of it before returning it to its former position. He remembered how angry he felt when Dave came to their table to give his rose to AngelFyre, which was to be followed up with a kiss. Granted, Dave didn't know Simon's feelings for AngelFyre at the time, but still...... not cool.

"And of course we can find your friend Colin. I dont mind what order we do things either so long as we fit in one more activity before we go - the unicorns. My girlfriend is far too eager to see them and her enthusiasm has become contagious." There was also some talk in some of the medical books he had read of recent in the Library that touching a unicorn's horn would bring healing to all ailments. His interest to that had grown since visiting that medical museum while waiting for AngelFyre and her parents to visit over the Summer, and also led him to join the Healing Internship with the nurse in the Hospital Wing.

"That's the itinerary, my love. Dave, Colin, unicorns, alone time - in any order you wish. Where you go, I will go - as long as I go with you." Yes, he had said that to her many times now, and he was determined to fit it in wherever he could in past conversations, current conversations, and all that would come.

Action: Dancing with AngelFyre McCubbin and trying to decide plans[/mention]
Interacting with: Currently AngelFyre McCubbin, open to perhaps more
Stats:
Dhampir
Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 9 | Strength: 9 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 6

ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ's ᴀᴛᴛɪʀᴇ:
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ: @Reena Delgado
ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ: (ʙʟᴀɴᴋ)
ᴡᴄ: 209
Dove cast a brief wary glance towards Reena's backpack; hopefully it was more as a safety precaution over Reena not trusting Dove. "Uh, yeah, I'm sorry." Dove murmured, letting go of Reena's hand. After all, she didn't want to make her uncomfortable! "Maybe we can head over to the petting zoo? They might have, like, a goat or something!"
Imagine Dove's surprise.
"AHHH, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" She yelled, gawking at the strange creature that was making weird noises at her. She slowly shuffled behind Reena. "Wha- What is that thing?! That's not an animal! Is it a person in a costume?" But it was way too small to be a person in a costume!
The thing looked over with its disgustingly long neck, its incredibly huge eyes looking like they were staring into Dove's soul. She shivered. The thing had horrible, amphibian-looking webbed feet, weird fur, and tiny pinned-back ears. It was a demon!
"Maybe... Maybe not the petting zoo." Dove murmured, backing up from it. "Uh, I'm sorry, Reena, but that's one option off the table. You can pick what we do!" She figured she had pretty much been bossing Reena around, and she hated that. So it was time for Reena to have some fun!

Russian: ✕ | Thoughts: ✕ | English: ✕
iNPC: Maskim Levin

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Looking back, seeing that no one was at the entrance, Maksim turned his attention to Bubba, ending his handshake. "Oh well sorry to take your attention from waiting. But nice to meet someone from Hogwarts" Before getting into any other conversation, it would seem the Hogwarts students mind was taken, the conversation trailed on without Maksim able to keep up. Though his english was quite good, there were times when following along was a tad challenging, and it seemed he had missed some key points that left him in the dust.

Bowing to those in the small gathering, he left continuing to wonder through the courtyard. The music was inviting, looking around there were various people dancing, or just casually swaying to the melody. Maksim found himself tapping along to the beat at times. As he traversed, the smell of apple pie engulfed his senses, and he could feel quite peckish. As he neared the source of the smell, he heard a loud scream, and could see in the distance a girl falling. He moved towards it all, seeing a spell being cast just out of clear view.

Nearing the commotion, he was greeted with a familiar face from his home school, nearly forgetting what brought him to this location he greeted Kolya, "Hey Kolya everything alright?" he spoke in Russian, not thinking about the third party in the mix. Eventually Maksim remembered what brought him her, looking to the girl that had fallen. Looking at the student, his palms grew clammy, a pit growing in his stomach, this girl was stunning. He could feel himself freezing, just wanting to soak in all her elegance and beauty.

Realizing he was staring, he shrugged it off, tussling back his hair, trying to hide his moment of intrigue with the young woman, "Are you alright?" He spoke softly, a strong Russian accent bringing forth the English words. He looked back at Kolya, trying to read the situation. "Sorry to interrupt, ah---just making sure who ever screamed was...good." He found himself staring at the girl yet again, quickly glancing off before adding, "I'm Levin, Maksim." kneeling down, he picked up the fallen pie, cleaning up the area as best he could in the long grass. The pie filling making his hands sticky.
Gross.
He subtly whiped his hands in the grass, trying to keep them as clean as possible, but his efforts were futile.

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Action:
Leaves the interaction with Bubba, and follows the screams of Opeila, falls for her beauty a little bit

Open to Interactions

| Interacting with |
|@Bubba McGarry|@Opeila Winters |Nikolai Ryzhkov(@Avery McCall's iNPC) |

Finnegan was intensely grateful to the two Gryffindor girls who had helped him with his outfit. At first, he thought they had pitied him for trying to make a green cloth with three roughly cut holes into something presentable, but it hadn't taken long for him to find out they enjoyed dressing him up. One of them had whipped out an enchanted measuring tape just like Madame Melkins, and before he knew it, the two of them had been bickering like two old grannies over which colors suited him best. Altogether it took them two days to fashion his outfit, the payment for which had been to be paraded around a small student body of fashion aficionados like he was some adorable pet and being called - much to his chagrin - cute by several of them.

In the end he had been fashioned a green tunic with a white collar, matching tights, a belt with golden trimming, boots, and a tricorn with a red leaf stuck up its side. Upon hearing about the ball, his mother had sent him a necklace with a thimble on the end, which he'd tucked beneath his clothes out of embarrassment.

By some miracle, he had escaped the pair of sixth year Gryffindors before they could have another go at doing up his hair and picked up June elsewhere in the castle. When he had summarized Peter Pan to her, he had conveniently glossed over Wendy and focused on Tinkerbell and Pan instead. Quite inadvertently it had revealed a shared passion for flying that made him feel even more excited to be around her, and as he approached her, he felt as though he'd started to hover a little.

He greeted her with a lopsided grin, tipped his hat, and looked her up and down. "You look nice," he blurted. Thankfully the dim, moody lighting obscured the wave of heat rising to his cheeks. He felt like he ought to say more, but since he didn't know where to even start he settled for offering his hand and gesturing vaguely toward the courtyard with his other. "I guess we should be going?"

Truth be told, he would much rather stay in the hallway, a safe distance away from the risk of being dragged into a dance, or running into George Henry. Nevertheless, the smells coming from the courtyard promised delicious food and drink that he didn't want to miss out on either. "I had some help with my outfit," he admitted in a shallow attempt to avoid a silence falling between them.

Interacting with: @June Selwyn

Gideon had recognized someone in this clotted mass of students who reeked over overcompensation and hair product. He too had the same scent, not that his sense of smell was any better than average, it was more that teenagers had this sort of stink to them. Gideon could only pray to Merlin he avoided puberty entirely. "George!" The boy who appeared to be too young for this ball would cry, a probable first year if not some sort of prodigal child given early admission, as he attempted to embrace George. He could care less about George Henry's date if their arms were hooked or not. If anything he would try to wiggle between them.

"I-I just came back from Japan and it is so boring there, everything tastes like fish, even some of the candy," he complained with a hyperactivity characteristic of one so small. "I also got this box," he would hold the box up. "It was at my door when I left today," he explained as he held the box up for George to see as if his eyes were not good enough to view it from the distance of his eyes to Giddy's hands. The box rather unassuming, simple black cardboard. No, a heavy paper stock that was made into a box with a lid that was held in place by a bit of twine. It was not fancy twine, or decorative ribbon, rather something utilitarian. Tied in a bow knot, the same sort of knot that one would tie their shoes with. This was not the original bow know as Giddy had of course opened the box, curious and hopeful that there would be something inside that was worth keeping. There was not.

There was also a note that was held to the gift via the very twine that held the box closed. A small slit in the paper made by something very sharp allowed the twine to be threaded through. "You are very shiny," Gideon added as if it should be news to George. He was temporarily distracted by the glitter that the boy donned. He had never seen a boy wear glitter as an accessory. It reminded him of sugar. "I am always cute," Gideon affirmed as he handled his crown silently jealous of the shiny that was George's face. "But I want to sparkle too," he complained. If Alan was there, he would have to take a back seat. Little bros before... well, you know the rest of that phrase.

Unlike the easily distractable Gideon, George was able to stay on topic. He circled back around to the box and Giddy looked down at it in his hands. Oh yeah, the box. He was supposed to do something with it! Oh-pay-la was somewhere on the other side of the courtyard. Gideon was mostly looking at armpits as he tagged along, his fingers grabbing hold of the elder's jacket or sleeve. As they swerved between couples and small cliques of students Giddy would if he passed any refreshments try to grab and subsequently spill on the floor, leaving a slick puddle in their wake or onto Alan by 'mistake' of course. The subtle jealousy of a child and their surrogate brother's divided attention would likely define this evening. Or... sharing this box thing with the girl.

When George stopped Giddy would also. His insistent little hand might find its way into George's. As for the gift, he would relinquish it. The little black box which housed the small, boring object.

Balls were not an entirely foreign concept to June Selwyn. She had attended a few black-tie events in her day, hosted primarily by her extended family in France, but nothing ever this exciting or interesting. So the choosing of outfits, the doing of hair and the application of makeup was something that she felt (mostly) confident to do on her own. She had needed to exchange a few owls with her mother to try and coordinate an outfit (she had never gone shopping without her mother, and didn't quite trust herself to pick out something for such an occasion on her own), but for the most part, June had orchestrated her look all on her own.

Her hair was strategically braided on top of her head, with loose ringlets framing her face. Her dress was green (as was the traditional interpretation of Tinkerbell, she understood) with small appliqué details of flowers, vines, and trails of "pixie dust" that was just long enough to reveal a simple pair of small green heels. She waited for her ball "date" (although it wasn't much of a date if they were just going as friends, was it?) in their agreed upon place, arriving several minutes before they were supposed to meet. June pulled out a small compact and fidgeted with her hair, ensuring every strand was perfectly effortlessly placed, until she heard footsteps. She tucked the compact away in her small bag, giving her friend a small wave. "Good evening, Finn!" June had finally felt comfortable enough with him to drop the formalities of first names and graduate to a nickname.

She chuckled as he tipped his hat in greeting, and gave a curtsy in return. "Thank you very much! My mum helped pick out the dress, though." She gave the garment a bit of a twirl, the small bits of reflective gems sparkling in the soft light. June took Finnegan's offered hand, "I suppose we shall." The pair began making their way closer to the centre of bustling noise in the courtyard. She gave his ensamble a closer look as he mentioned it. June softly ran her finger over the red leaf in his cap, reminded of their semi-successful tutoring session not so long ago. "Well, it paid off. You look dashing."

June let out a small gasp as she stepped into the courtyard, the space looked as if it was completely from a different world. "I can't believe I didn't go to these last year," she breathed quietly. June led the pair over to the collection of refreshments that had been laid out, her mouth had seemingly dried out from just how overwhelming everything was. She took a beverage in her hand, sipping it as she looked around. "Can I confess something?" She leaned a bit closer to Finn, her expression giving away just how nervous she truly felt in a place like this. "I'm really not sure what we're supposed to do now that we're here..."

June scanned the courtyard for something to do, but everything just seemed like so much, felt like too much. She bit the inside of her cheek as she felt her insecurities bubble up in her stomach. And then a collection of purple makeup and white hair passed by, but the power of The Bean allowed June to recognize that person anywhere. Relief flooded June, that was something the pair could do. They could go and talk to George. People talked at balls, right? It was a social event?

June kept her eyes on her glittery purple friend as she squeezed Finn's hand. "I just saw a friend of mine go by, is it alright if we go over and say hello?" June, of course, was none the wiser that Finnegan Conner and George Henry already knew each other, and had just a precarious friendship as June did with their Hufflepuff upperclassman. Upon Finn's reply, June would lead the way across the courtyard to George and his.. entourage? She smiled as she approached. "George Henry, you look absolutely astounding." She didn't recognize his egregious ensemble, but she had to give credit where credit was due. "This is my date, Finnegan Conner. Have the two of you met?"

June looked at the two boys who were next to George. One, the red-head, looked familiar somehow, but she couldn't quite put her finger on where she had seen him before, and the other she didn't recognize at all. "You two look lovely as well. I'm June Selwyn," she introduced herself with a practiced smile.

Action: Taking a drink and interacting with George & Co.