Faerietale Endings - Grounds

Outfit: x | Time: Evening | Language: Russian / English | iNPC: Nikolai Ryzhkov
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─────The strange thrum of agitation still buzzed throughout his thoughts. Granted, the young Russian didn't offer up much resistance to the sensation. After all, just about everything about this school was beginning to grow more and more agitating as the days progressed. Between watching no one step in to break up an almost all out brawl that first night to the weird Hogwarts student screaming at poor random spiders, the visit to the Scottish school had already left some interesting impressions.

The short trek from the courtyard did nothing to help clear his mind. Despite this, his interest was still drawn towards the petting zoo that had apparently been thrown together for the night. Kolya pays no mind to the calls to remember gloves, too preoccupied trying to sort through his hazy thoughts. Safety measures, who needs ‘em?

Approaching the first pen that held an assortment of creatures, Kolya peers in at the inhabitants. A bit of wonder manages to break through the heavy fog that made up his thoughts. There had always been a fascination with magical creatures, but he hadn’t yet had much in the way of opportunity to see many of them up close and personal like this. Leaning lightly against the barrier, he thinks nothing of it as a bare hand is extended down into the enclosure. A little peace offering for some pats or scritches to any interested parties, perhaps.

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| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: - | 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: - |

Action: Affected by Befuddlement Draught, entering the Grounds. Offering up a bare hand for scratches to the first pen.

Open to interactions.

Reducio

Stats: STA - 7 EVA - 8 STR - 4 WIS - 6 ARC - 4 ACC - 6

========== Items: Necklace with an aged silver coin attached Wand Abilities: Evasive Manuevers: 10% auto-dodge chance ==========

Chosen Tale: The Silver Shilling by Hans Christian Anderson

Outfit: x | Time: Evening | Language: Russian / English | iNPC: Nikolai Ryzhkov
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─────The flapping of seemingly massive wings slowly draws the boy from his musings. It's not until a soft coo rings out, however, that Kolya finally shifts to slowly glance towards the source. The sight of a large owl perched upon the fence close by would normally draw a bit more of a reaction. As it were, his thoughts are slowed in their attempt to actually process the proximity of the creature beside him. He simply blinks in muted surprise.

Holding the wide-eyed gaze of the owl before him, the young Russian shifts in place to face it a little more fully. Pulling his hand back from where it had been extended, he instead lightly rests one elbow against the fence and props himself up against the wooden bar. "Well, hello there," he greets, words somewhat mumbled. At least Hogwarts was going all out on the theme, he could at least give them that much.

With his free hand, he once more extends it towards the owl in a quiet offer. Palm up, he simply lets it hang in the air between, not wanting to startle the bird. Though he'd never had much chance to own pets of his own growing up, his mother had been sure to teach him how to properly greet them and not move too fast. Granted, this only came after he'd already gotten himself bitten on the hand by the dog of a family friend, but better late than never. "Enjoying your night? If you're looking for food you may be out of luck, sorry," he quietly adds. Did he think twice about the fact that he was talking at an owl? No. Not once.

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| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Aurelia Notresvace | 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: - |

Action: Affected by Befuddlement Draught, offering his hand to Owlia.

Open to interactions.

Reducio

Stats: STA - 7 EVA - 8 STR - 4 WIS - 6 ARC - 4 ACC - 6

========== Items: Necklace with an aged silver coin attached Wand Abilities: Evasive Manuevers: 10% auto-dodge chance ==========

Chosen Tale: The Silver Shilling by Hans Christian Anderson

Interacting with: Castor Alarie @Edme Achillian & Sherlock Dols @Marius Brown
Mentioning for Convenience: @Rita Su
Open to planned interactions only
Bolded Text: French | Regular Text: English | Color: #BF4040
Post Tracker: X | X

Florian and Castor made their way down the winding path that was lit by hovering orbs towards who knew what. It seemed quite romantic in its setup, the lovely little carved statues lining the path, but Florian was unfazed by it. In fact, he was quite irritated when he felt his polished shoes squish into what could be nothing else but mud. Mud. Florian immediately paused his movement to asses the damage. Why on earth hadn't they continued the pathway? It was clear this was the way to go, but now mud seemed to cake his shoes. Normally he would have informed Castor about this new development, being the gentleman he was, telling her to raise her dress to avoid dirtying it, but he was too wrapped up in his own irritations to mention it to her. He reached down to flick off a speck that had dirtied the top of his shoe and said, "Well come on then, mud is already all over my shoes, might as well see what's this way." He said this rather unenthusiastically, steering her toward the sounds that were just ahead of them.

A petting zoo. They had set up... A petting zoo. Sure, Florian grew up with horses on a large racing estate, so he was used to animals, but he didn't care to pet them at a ball of all places. His resolve at how things were going was beginning to waver. If things weren't in his control, then they couldn't go right, they couldn't be perfect.

He was going to take control of things again. He quickly spotted the young unicorn, and, once again, he pulled on Castors hand to begin to lead her toward the area, without asking her what she would like to see, if anything. Surely girls liked unicorns right? That would be romantic? That could perhaps save this evening from being a complete and utter disaster?

While attempting to lead Castor towards the unicorn, he turned, running headfirst into a boy (Sherlock Dols), someone Florian wasn't familiar with at all. "Watch where you are going, connard. Asshole" he said, clear irritation in his voice. Surely the boy would apologize for such an egregious offense.

Action: N/A

Stats:
Sta: 7 | Eva: 9 | Str: 5 | Wis: 10 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 12
Abilities:
Foulplay | Evasive Manuvers | Fearless

Roleplaying as Castor Alarie Fall Ball Beauxbatons

French English

The couple followed the beautiful path, and Castor found herself entranced by the scenery, majestic orbs that illuminated the trail and carefully made statues that could almost be life-like. The French girl could spend the entire evening on this path and have no qualms, even if that would be fairly inappropriate to her date and her standing. It wasn't until she felt the cold squelch of something under her foot, that was quickly marked down as mud, that she had begun to break out of her calm. The girl was used to being in these kinds of areas, what with her interest in flowers being somewhat of a gateway to getting a bit dirty. But as of right now, she was wearing an expensive dress alongside expensive shoes and expensive jewelry. She raised her dress quickly, hoping that the hem hadn't been stained brown, or at least that it wouldn't be too noticeable. It seemed Florian had taken this new revelation a bit worse, and his tone of voice reflected that.

Castor didn't have much time to respond before she was pulled off into another direction, her grip nearly slipping from her dress before she caught it quickly. She bit back any negative remarks and continued on with Florian.

She saw his expression fall before she saw why, and once she did, she froze up. It wasn't that she disliked animals, in fact she thought that most of them were beautiful creatures, it was just that seeing them in pictures and seeing them in real life were two different things. She didn't know how to feel, but she certainly knew she wasn't very happy about it, especially not at a ball where she intended on keeping her clothing intact. And maybe she was a bit frightened by their inhuman but certainly alive appearance, but she wasn't going to say anything about it. All she could say was, "Oh."

Now Castor had gone through most of the evening awfully calm, trying her best to get along with her chosen date even considering the circumstances. But being thrown around like a doll while being pushed wherever Florian pleased was starting to get to her. Obviously she had taken notice of the boy's clear lack of charm, even if he had a sharp look to him. But what was even more frustrating was that he felt he could throw around insults to whoever he seemed fit, particularly this other boy who had happened to crash into Florian. Castor avoided saying anything, but kept her gaze sharp as she awaited her date's next move.

WC: 469

======================== Quite happy with how things were going, Hiro skipped towards the area which loomed up in the distance, hand-in-hand with Monica. The sounds of various different types of animals could be heard as they drew closer to their destination. Hiro immediately saw the table with an older wizard standing behind it, along with a brunette girl he didn't recognize. As Harper reminded them to grab a pair of gloves, Hiro did so with gusto, only to realize he was still carrying the pink apple. Maybe Monica was hungry! Despite being under the euphoric effect of the potion, Hiro still retained part of his chivalric and caring spirit. But for now, they needed to prepare themselves! He plucked another pair of gloves from the bucket and handed them over to Monica, like a gentleman. "Can't have your lovely hands get burned or bitten on such a happy day!" Hiro said and reached over to tweak her nose again, engaging in an action that he didn't tend to normally do. "Oooo look! Puffskeins and salamanders!" He exclaimed, really happy to be seeing such beauties! Hiro loved all types of animals and reptiles and this petting zoo was like a haven for him. "And these!!!" The pink haired boy added, referring to the lobster-shrimp creatures. "Want to pet them?" Hiro asked with a grin and after having done so himself, turned to Monica again and handed her the remainder of the pink apple. "Want a bite? It's really good." He told the girl. If Monica accepted his offer, she might think it could be a somewhat indirect kiss! But then again, perhaps she wasn't even thinking about that at the time. Hiro remained where he was, waiting for her response to his offer. He was just thinking about one thing right now. And that was to make Monica happy, because everyone should be happy on a night like tonight.

Actions ---
Enters the petting zoo w/Monica, pets the ones at the table & offers Monica his pink apple.

Inventory ---
Wand, Enchanted Satchel (protective gloves, chocolate frog boxes, nimbus 1700, self-inking quill, parchment paper, comb of vanity, hair dyes/bleaches, hair accessories), Magic Toothpick.

Stats ---
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 7

Notes ---
Hiro is still under the effects of the euphoric potion!
More in depth notes are under reducio.

𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙵𝙸𝚃: Reducio

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▪ 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 ▪ ▪ FELIX ▪ KOLBECK ▪ ▪ DURMSTRANG iNPC ▪ FOURTH YEAR ▪

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𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂: Reducio Closed unless owled permission Mentioning: @Ileen Knight as Amina @Flash Holmwood as Yefim @Beatrice Dupont

Felix gripped Yef's hand tightly the entire way to the petting zoo, not bothering to glance back at the twerps they had left behind. It was... Interesting she had bothered to apologize after making such a scene, but girls were complicated and Felix couldn't begin to understand them. It seems they had also lost Amina to some hairy faced guy. Apparently she was into that sort of thing? Whatever. "Distracted from what? I thought we were here together. As a group."

"Merlin, Yef-- You want me to call you sir or something?" It wasn't until Yefim dropped that nickname he realized their hands were still intermingled. His cheeks burning red, he dropped the champion's hand. "I-... J-Just was holding your hand because I didn't want to be separated from you-- In the CROWD." Ever the king of being smooth, he stumbled over each word.

"... Hey, look!" His attention was drawn in by the first pen, where two crups were playing with each other. Dammit, they were so fucking cute. How could Felix resist? He was drawn to the animals like a magnet and was quickly grabbing Yefim's hand again to pull him into the pen.

Kneeling down next to the excited pups, he reached a hand out to allow the animal to smell him first. The tips of his fingers scratched the top of the animal's head, moving behind the ears. "Have you been in here all day? Such a good boy keeping people company, yes you are." His cooing and the wide smile forming on his face was a far cry from his usual demeanor.

Action: Entering.