Faerietale Endings Fall Ball 2022 Locked

Interacting: @Logan Baird
Mentioning: @Aly Salinger

TL;DR: Conversing with Logan
Action: N/A
Stats: STA: 10 | EVA: 9 | STR: 10 | WIS: 6 | ARCP: 3 | ACC: 14
Abilities: Martial Artist | Muggle Condition | Calming Presence (allies when in range: Aly Salinger, Eun-ji Lee Hunt, Dealla Prince, all Hufflepuffs) | Beast Master

Interacting with Pizza Rat (her rat) & Open to Interactions | Mentions: @Hugh Lowe

Donning a peach-coloured long-sleeve blouse and a long skirt, Serena walked through the courtyard. It was a little cold but she hoped a good night of dancing like crazy and drinking warm drinks would help her. That and the fact that she had long sleeves! It might help! She was not quite 'grimm fairytales' but she was dressed more 'Diwali' in the spirit of an upcoming festival that she did want to celebrate. Besides, she had enough 'grimm' in her life and not enough happy lights. Today, she was choosing to be the light, not the darkness and her outfit was the perfect representation of that. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders, covering her ears.

She did not have a romantic date - to absolutely no one's surprise. Well, that was not true. Perhaps her date was - once again - her beloved rat. Pizza Rat, donning the adorable armour that she had made for him, sat on her shoulder as she walked down towards the Courtyard. Others had already arrived and the ball was likely in full swing. She was not early by any means but she did not care if she was late.

However, she did have someone to meet here. Getting there, she looked around for her bestest friend in the entire world. One that was tall enough to see from miles away but... she could not see him, even as she approached. Weird, the boy was like eight feet tall. How could she not see him?! Maybe he was eating. That seemed like a Hugh Lowe kind of thing to do! Heading to the food table, she grabbed herself an apple that was bobbing around and filled her goblet.

The sunset was rather beautiful. Serena gazed around, appreciating the view for just a moment before turning to try and find any sort of familiar face - or rather, one particular one. Why was Hugh not here? He was supposed to be here by now, surely! She was not that early or late. Maybe he would show up in a few minutes. Or perhaps he was over in the grounds or something else... Hm. Serena took a sip of her drink before looking around some more. Perhaps she would just stand here, eat her apple and some more food and hope he showed up. Failing that, perhaps someone else could hang out with her.

ACTION: Entering | Eating & drinking whilst looking for Hugh Lowe

Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 14 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 15 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 15
Abilities: Part-Goblin, Evasive Maneuvers, Beastmaster, Paragon of Health
Fifth-Year Armour: +10% auto-dodge on attacks [=20% auto-dodge overall]
[Allies for Paragon of Health: Hugh Lowe]

Outfit of the day

Dialogue: ✕ | Thoughts: ✕ | Quotes: ✕
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Perched on a branch, the moon casting a grand backlight to the creature. It turned its head, finely picking at each feather, fluffing them to perfection before rustling them all into submission. Monica observed in silence, amazed that the bird was not phased by the ongoing ball happening just feet away from it's resting branch.

Without warning, the tiny bird took flight, disappearing into the night. "How long has it been?" Monica wondered, looking off to see if either of the girls were on their way, then she heard her name called. She turned to see an approaching Bea in the exact dress she had pointed out days ago.

"Bea! Wow you look stunning! Looks way better on you than in that magazine." Monica smiled at her friend, a sigh of relief filled her soul. She was no longer alone, and was not ditched. "I haven't seen Skraele yet, might be worth getting a drink." Monica could feel her throat scratch as she talked, when was the last time she even had water? "Seems I am a bit parched." Monica started the walk to the refreshments, noticing that her steps fell to the beat of the music. Looking around as they passed people, she saw many dancing, she turned to Bea, "So will you be jumping out there tonight? I haven't decided yet if I want to venture into the dance scene yet or not."

As they neared the drinks, Monica felt her eyes dancing about the crowd, not that she was trying to find someone in particular, but just seeing if a certain foreign boy from Summer camp happened to fall into her sights. It had been a long time since she had seen Hiro, she was more than thrilled to learn, or be reminded rather, that the other magical schools would be invited to Hogwarts for some time. She had no idea if Hiro was going to be there or not, but she didn't want to miss a chance to run into him again if he in fact was there.

Then something caught her eye... some pink hair poking through a crowd, could it be? As they neared Monica could see him! Hiro! She called out, "Hiro!" Hoping he would hear her.

She snapped out of her search, remember Bea was with her, "Sorry, I was waiting to see if I would run into him here, we connected over summer camp." She could feel herself speaking quickly, but she couldn't help it, her heart was so excited to have run into him yet again! Surely Bea wouldn't mind her quickly saying hello.

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Action:
Meets up with Bea, heads off to get some drinks. Searches for Hiro

OPEN TO INTERACTION

| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Beatrice Langstreth |
Mentions: @Skraele Valasse | Hiro (@Kim Sato's iNPC)

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

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Maskim glared at the girl, why would it be so ridiculous to assume she wanted to duel him? His head still foggy, fought for some level of clarity... though his hand drifted from his wand, his mind remained alert, not like she would announce her attack if she was going to.

Her eyes rolled, the red catching in the moonlight, nearly making them appear to be glowing. She barked back at him, insuring he was not going to thank her. He adjusted his stance, squaring off to her while crossing his arms, "Women... never able to accept a mans apologies!" Remembering his mother, how much she blamed father. The number of times he went out of his way to make it up to her, only to be met with a divorce! "Oh don't worry, I wasn't about to."

He saw a glimpse of a smile grow on her face, her olive coloured cheeks morphing into a soft pink. Perhaps this girl wan't quite like mother?
Maskim smiled as she tossed her dress about. She mentioned knowing he wasn't from Durmstrang, he laughed in agreeance, "Ha... No I am not one of those засранцы (assholes)." It was at this moment, he realized he did not know the girls name, nor did he introduce himself to her. Bowing his head, he held out his hand to hold hers, if she gives it to him. "Allow me to introduce myself, Levin, of Koldovstoretz." Raising his head, he caught a glimpse of her eyes, so deep, intentional. His father said you could tell a lot about a person through their eyes, instilling in the young boy that eye contact was the window to the soul. The wind picked up, tossing his hair about, but not leaving it out of place, if anything it forced his hair to sit even better on his head. "Mind telling me who you are?"

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Action:
Having Conversation, still fighting to not freak out due to the curse in the pie(not knowing the pie was cursed)

Open to Interactions

| Interacting with |
|Monet Navarro-Gallay (@June Selwyn's iNPC) |

"Good evening, Your Highness."
Kayla turned around and fumbled with the purse she was holding, intending to take out her wand, but it wasn't an intruder, nor an enemy.
Nico had arrived.
"You scared me!" she said, relaxing. "You idiot, you came. I thought you weren't coming." she punched Nico in the arm and smiled, genuinely happy and relived. "Gods- I almost pulled my wand out at you. What could I have done? Shot you with red sparks? Kayla laughed; then she took a moment to look at what he was wearing. Dark. Fancy. "You look nice. Yeah, nice."
"Pretty, isn't it? This is my childhood. Litterally. Oh, I got you something, by the way."
She fumbled with her purse once more, producing a chocolate. Which may or may not have come from Hogsmeade.
"For you. I wasn't sure if you like chocolate or not, but this one is from- I meant, this is a really nice brand. If you don't like it, well uh, here." Kayla stopped talking and just gave him the chocolate Nico. "You wanna check everything? It's all really pretty." Kayla smiled again as she surveyed everything, taking in the fairytale. Then she saw a familiar bob of black hair.
"Is that...?" Kayla squinted, and saw in a distance, someone she knew.
"Athena!" Kayla looked back at Nico, then looked in the direction of her friend. "Nico- Nico, look there. You see that girl? That's my friend, let's go say hi!" Without waiting for an answer, Kayla took Nico's hand, and practically dragged him as she moved through people, trying not to bump into anyone.
"Athena!" Kayla said again, and let go of Nico, going up to one of her good friends.
"Hey! You look nice!" Athena was wearing a simple dress, but it looked nice, nevertheless.
"You two don't know each other, do you? Athena, this is Nico; Nico, this is Athena," Kayla exclaimed, introducing both friends.

	Word Count:		Inventory: small purse containing chocolate, wand, extra pin for hair.
	Mentioning:@		Interacting with: @Nico CirilloOkay, @Athena Boot

Action: Talking with Athena and Nico

Clark returned to his bed after being in the Classroom earlier- for whatever dumb reason he went down there for. He's been to the Classroom several times in the last few days. He simply just was exhausted and felt like he needed to just find a way to lay low. But- no. Hell no. He was not going to stay down and spectate. He had to be active. Activeness proves accomplishments. While that never actually made sense to Clark- and likely not to others- he decided he would fight like hell.

He decided to just simply dress up. It wasn't hard. There wasn't much in his dressers, except for some pirate outfits tht he seemed to wear on the regular.

"I wish I had a parrot. I want a parrot." He muttered to himself as he started to make his way down to the Courtyard. Right- he had to meet his "date" to the ball. He plucked a dead and wilted rose off the ground, and screamed. "How selfish." He would meet her inside the Ball, with his expressions showing signs of grimace and despair- hate for the burden he was assigned. All he wanted to do- was just to hide out and sleep.

Chocolate. She brought him... chocolate? Not that Nico didn't like chocolate, but it made him wonder if he should have brought Kayla something as well.
Just as Nico took it from her hand, she shouted out to someone. And before he could protest, Kayla grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the girl. "Nooo..... Why me? Why did I show up??"
"Kayla, ow! Let go, please...? No- no, no! Kayla... whyyy?"
Once she finally let go of his hand, Nico shot her a dirty look. Coincidentally, she didn't see it, but the girl Kayla was talking to did.
The girl's name was Athena, like the Greek goddess of wisdom. She has short brown hair, green eyes, dark skin, and had on a simple dress. "Most likely second-hand. Possibly even third. I would even go on to say that she is a muggle born. Certainly dresses like one. Although, these days half bloods are starting to be nearly as bad."
Nico politely nodded at Athena and then turned to Kayla, whispering, "You just love seeing me in pain, don't you?"
She obviously would've noticed that there was a billion and a half people in the courtyard, and she knew Nico hated people. So why was she doing this to him?

───── The slightly annoying sound of heeled shoes upon cobbled stone accompanied Faye as she entered the courtyard, a total opposite in manner to the ball of last. She pushed past the crowds and couples making their way into the celebration, a scowl on her face and a look of pure entitlement surrounding it. Like she always seemed to do, she made sure to torment a first year by flipping her hair over her shoulders directly into their face, her scowl deepening, basking in their displeasure.

Looking down at her cream coloured dress, Faye's scowl turned soft. Wearing something that Regina had given her filled her with euphoria. It reminded her that, no matter what had happened between them, they'd made up. They'd always make up. Her hand moved over the tulle flowers attached to the skirt before she looked up and moved on towards the ball.

As soon as she had made her way to the fountain, which had been decorated with miniature decorations from separate fairy tales, Faye began the search for her date. They hadn't entered together which, now that she thought about it, seemed like a bad idea. Her hazel eyes scoured the courtyard for even a glimpse of orchid but her attempts were futile. There was a sickly feeling materialising inside her without the familiar presence of Regina next to her.

With a disappointed huff the Ravenclaw set out to complete a rounds of the ball, slightly delated from the absence of her date. As she made her way around the flower-adorned walls, she stopped in her tracks as her eyes locked onto the faint gleam of a glass slipper. Faye's eyes dilated as she regarded the shoe like it was some kind of bejewelled treasure, seeing herself in the reflection of the glass. Her head moved slightly to the side as she gazed on the slipper, and it was only when a particularly loud group of ball-goers moved past that she broke out of her trance.

After her infatuated experience with the glass slipper, Faye latched onto the back of the same group that had walked past, following them past a willow tree home to prop swans and ducks. The students stopped for a second to gaze at the more refined birds, but Faye looked up higher into the tree and latched onto the dark nature of the crows, breaking away from the crowd to shift closer to the birds, moving her hand to try and touch them.

"Fuck!"

The girl screeched, jumping away from the birds as fast as she could, eyes wide with fright. She hadn't expected them to do that. Peering around to see if anyone saw (they did), she sped off from the giggling group of ball-goers across the courtyard to try and not embarrass herself even further.

Faye ended up finding herself back at the fountain like before, all her previous confidence melted away to show a fed up young girl, face screwed up as she sunk unceremoniously onto the fountain's edge, her dress pooling around her, arms folded violently as she sat, waiting for Regina to arrive.

Outfit | General description beyond clothes:
Alec's curly brown hair is tied back into a ponytail, various pins decorate the vest he's wearing, and unlike what has become the usual routine, Alec has made no effort to hide the ways his lips look. His lips were strangely dark with darker lines extending from his mouth, It resembles the curse that students had in the past. The boy seemed to think that by now it would have been more trouble than it was worth to cover up, he would have needed much more than lipstick.

Alec was watching, keeping a close eye out on the ball area, when he saw Pea out of the corners of his eyes. Stomping towards the area of the ball. He tensed up slightly, his posture straightening out at the sight. She was a little scary when she was angry, had she always been this intimidating? Alec watched as came closer, waiting for her, they met one another's eyes. She... smiled? Alec looked as if he didn't quite know what to think. Eyebrows furrowed his eyes seemed to be trying to puzzle her out as if she were an enigma. Pea spoke, and Alec nodded, yep he deserved that.

Feeling guilty he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, tried to smile, Alec forced a laugh and tried to make a joke out of the situation, “better late than never.” He spoke, then his eyes caught her's again and despite their staggering difference in height, Alec being the taller one, Pea began to speak and in that moment she felt mountains taller than him. He looked uncomfortable, squirming under her gaze, all because of guilt, his cheeks reddened from embarrassment he looked away.

A discomforting silence sat between them in Pea didn't interrupt it to speak. Though as he took a moment to get comfortable with his guilt eventually Alec spoke, “sorry.” One simple word. Sorry. The Gryffindor didn't have much of an excuse so he didn't try. “I know it was important, I should have been there,” getting out the uncomfortable words first, he head turned, eyes looking back to meet hers, “but I'll make it up to you. I promise.” He glanced down, eyes falling on the banquet of white roses. “Can we start the day over?” Alec asked, not wanting the day of the ball of all days to be the one where they get into another argument. Pea didn't need that stress right now, neither did Alec really.

Carrying the banquet of white roses in his right hand, Alec held the banquet of roses out to her. “These are for you.” When they had met in the abandoned bathrooms she'd received white flowers of some sort and again when he asked her out, and now. It had a certain significance, whatever significance meant to a person a young as Alec.

Reducio

Trunk Link
Inventory: Wand, banquet of white roses

Mention: @Pea Elena Fowl

Fall Ball Date : @David Howard Interacting with : David Howard, @AngelFyre McCubbin Word Count : 290

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