Blossom Ball Dancefloor Event Closed

Erin looked around the room. The pretty twinkle lights. The people dressed to the nines. She spied a strange wheeled chair, she had an overwhelming urge to sit on the boy's lap and go for a ride. But alas, he departed with his odd device that she did not quite understand. It was likely that she should have seen the wheelchair before, after all they shared the same house but she was rarely in class and rarely in her room. Erin was pretty much never where she was supposed to be. 

[Yes, she really would have but you left topic before I got the chance with this round of posting. Boo!]

She noticed Adam Harrington, a Ravenclaw Prefect she had wanted for some time as well. She had already corned the male Gryffindor Prefect Hugh Lowe in the abandoned toilets to question him about the disappearance of some students as well as Prefects, about the questionable practice of placing first-years in positions of power and authority. She had already determined that Hugh was hiding something, he would not even entertain the notion that something was off. In fact, he did not even answer her at all, he said some nonsense about being a 'knight.' In fact, she was hoping he would show with a date and expose his Achilles. He didn't or at least he had not yet. It was disappointing, he or she would have been Erin's goal for the evening. As for Adam, he was being engaged by some beardless dwarf. 

[Won't ruin the mushy stuff you two seem to be developing. Have fun, but if you want me I will come for you.]

It was then she saw her target, Anatole Evans. The kid was a walking disaster in person, nothing like the image Erin had in her head of the first year Head Boy and Prefect. She was expecting him to be taller, more self-assured. More... well, just more. 

Erin would approach the unfortunate youth who had until now never had the pleasure of her acquaintance. He was flanked by two girls, likely the result of some unseen or at least for Erin unrealized charm. Erin did not announce her presence as she stood there behind Finley and Alexx. Erin had encountered Finley once, the subject of the experiment that had somehow left Erin with child. Erin would not recognize the girl, she was just another face in the crowd to her. As for the other one, she knew the girl vaguely. Slytherin female Prefect. Erin knew her enough to avoid her, she refused to shit where she slept.

She would wait until there was either a gap in the girl's questions or when they had finished talking before Erin would speak up. Her presence uncomfortably close, but not quite touching from behind the girls. It was likely she went unnoticed before she spoke up unless they found a reason to look behind themselves or Anatole indicated that there was someone standing there. "Are you Anatole Evans?" Erin asked, seeking confirmation as if she was about to hand the boy a package that he needed to sign for. If he or one of the girls confirmed his identity Erin would attempt to reach between the girls and attempt to grab Anatole's hand. "Dance with me." 

[You might want to leave topic and enter those Cabins, you'd be safer there Anatole]

She wouldn't go as far as to say that the last Blossom Ball scarred her, but it definitely scarred her. It was, perhaps, her closest encounter to a boy that she, uh... semi-liked. No! She had never liked him. Well, Parcel had been a fine friend, but she definitely not liked him in that way. Gross! Plus, Lorelai had low-key ditched her, when they were supposed to go together, but that was fine, she supposed. She was slightly miffed that the Gryffindor had left her alone with the merciless monstrosity that was Paracelsus Adger Myth, but it wasn't like she could've done anything about it. Damn that Charles York.

But, all of that aside, Ami was extremely excited for this year's Blossom Ball- or, as she had told Scott, she was "hella pumped". And she was! They had mainly talked about going to the Ball because Scott had expressed his disappointment that he had missed the Blossom Ball last year, and their impromptu dance in the Ballroom couldn't possibly make up for it. Obviously, the only remedy was to actually go this year.

For once, Ami felt confident. Her romper-jumpsuit-thing actually fit her really well, and she couldn't help but feel powerful with a wide smile and her hair as wild and full as always. She had never looked good in dresses, anyway, and last year's blazer-and-skirt thing still hadn't felt quite right for her. This, though... this felt good. She felt like the best version of herself. She felt like she could conquer the world, looking like this. Maybe that was the point of fashion- to make people feel good about themselves. She had always thought it was to look good for other people, but she understood now. She understood why people who had no interest in dating spent hours and hours perfecting how they looked. They did it for them, not other people, and she totally respected that.

Looking around the venue and realizing that Scott hadn't arrived yet, she lingered at the edge of the actual dance floor, looking around. There were so many different people here, and so many faces she didn't know. She pointedly ignored glancing at the other notable redhead there, who seemed to be conversing with someone who looked vaguely familiar... whatever. She didn't care anymore. Bygones were bygones, even if all the scars would never disappear completely. Perhaps one day, she and Eris would be on better terms, but for now, they still remained bitter enemies.

Another head was spotted and pointedly ignored. Dark hair bobbed up and down through the crowd, and Ami sneered at the sight of another "friend" who had betrayed her. It was honestly quite disgusting, the way she had trusted people so easily last year. She had learned her lesson, though, and she would never fall for the same thing again. People, she noticed, had a tendency to let you down when you least expected it. Hopefully- no. She knew that Scott would always be by her side, no matter what.

She had danced with Scott alone, in an empty room before, but certainly not in front of people. Were they expected to actually dance this year? Before the whole fire-escapade last year, all she had done was stand by the table of food. But, that blasted Gray spawn was lingering by the food as well, and Ami couldn't make her way over without crossing paths with Celynne. Instead, she decided to just stay where she was, waiting until Scott showed up.

Her mother had inquired heavily after Ami's relationship with Scott through several owls, to which Ami had replied rather indignantly, You never complained about me being friends with Thomas! That had shut her up, although Abella warned that if she got too close to Scott, things could change. Ami had scoffed and waved off her suspicions, although she felt a pit in her stomach, afraid her mother was right. Scott was, undeniably, her best friend. What if she lost that? No. She wouldn't. She couldn't.

Ah, there was the infamous Erin Ryan, the girl she'd interviewed what seemed like an eternity ago. The one Howie had deemed a- well, she couldn't really repeat what he had said, could she? But she studied Erin with a curiosity sparked by that of rumors, honestly confused by what all the fuss was. Sure, she seemed a little weird, but... well, she honestly seemed fine. Her eyes, though, were what entranced Ami the most. Oh, what she wouldn't give and who she wouldn't kill to have eyes like that, eyes that looked like they could kill with a glance. Oops, she must have been staring too long by now...

"Scott, don't you dare stand me up..." Ami muttered to herself, resisting the urge to glance at a watch that wasn't there. She had been tempted to ask her mother to buy her an Omega watch, the watch of astronauts, but she simply would've gotten a stern a look and a lecture about money. She was tempted to eat as well, but watching the reactions of some of the other students as they ate had weirded her out enough to avoid the food table, plus there was Celynne standing there, and Eris was pretty close by, too. it was better to just stay in the shadows, for now, and to wait for Scott.

Scott would make everything better.

Mentions: Parcel, Lorelai, Charles, @Scott Alexander, Eris, Celynne, Erin
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Like with any social gathering that involved mingling with the student body, the only reason Andrew persuaded himself to go to this Ball was for the food, which was why he prioritized showing up at the festival area nearly twenty minutes before the party officially started. Call him selfish (or hungry), but he wanted to be the first in line to call dibs at the buffet tables, before all the “good” stuff was taken. Wearing the most formal thing he could assemble from his wardrobe – black dress shoes, charcoal gray slacks, and a deep green sweater (looking as Slytherin as Slytherin could be, in his choice of colors) – Andrew helped himself to several slices from an array of pizzas, along with a small pile of chicken wings, as well as a green, leafy salad that he found to be quite refreshing, between all the heavier foods he was digesting. Filling his cup at the punch fountain, Andrew took a small sip, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the drink tasted strikingly similar to raspberry lemonade. Was it raspberry lemonade? Apparently not for everyone, as he soon found out by asking a few others.

Eyeing the dessert table, Andrew waltzed up to the spread of colorful cupcakes, but was immediately made wary, as nearby, several other students ahead of him had either gagged or were relishing on theirs, warning him that these delectable-looking cupcakes were not all what they appeared to be. Reaching for a bright blue cupcake, Andrew examined the underside of the wrapper. “PIZZA”, it read. Huh. Considering that he just had some pizza, Andrew was intrigued. How closely would the cupcake’s flavor resemble pizza? If the taste was precisely on-point, then it shouldn’t be that bad. Dabbing his tongue in the frosting, he was skeptical that the substance tasted no different than an average vanilla buttercream. Bummer. He expected the whole cupcake to be savory like a pizza. A sugary frosting kind of ruined the experience and wouldn’t mesh well with whatever pizza flavor he had imagined (which was probably what the mastermind behind these cupcakes was aiming for). Biting into the cake part, however, flooded his taste buds with an overpoweringly cheese-and-tomato flavor that, when eaten by itself, didn’t taste too bad. Licking up the top layer of frosting and then munching on the cake separately, Andrew managed to gobble the whole thing without feeling the need to puke.

Oh well, hakuna matata. Andrew absorbed himself in a cupcake-tasting session. Lingering by the dessert table, he began sampling one after the next, spitting out a few into napkins as a discarded pile of wadded-up ones accumulated beside him, his face contorted with disgust. Bubblegum, troll bogey, cauliflower, feet, sugared violet, earthworm… When he finally had enough of the “bad” flavors, he decided to browse through the entire selection and spoil himself with the most deliciously tempting one he could find, based on the labels. “CHOCOLATE”? Andrew couldn’t believe his luck when he read the underside of one of the wrappers. Taking a gingerly bite of what appeared to be a misleading marbled pink-and-orange cupcake, a wave of relief swept over him when he hit the chocolate jackpot and could finally chow down on a flavor that he absolutely enjoyed.

He didn’t know a thing about dancing, which was why he hesitated about stepping onto the dancefloor, but Andrew was more of a spectator anyways. He’d rather sit down at a table, stuff his face, and watch the activity unfold. Or when he wasn’t sitting down, he would be strolling around with a plate or beverage in his hand, passing his gaze over the festivity and marveling at the décor of lights. Food made up for everything, and most of it did not disappoint. Not a bad party, in his mind. Not bad at all.

interacting with KOKO RIDDLE

Sermo est imago animi.

Contrary to that popular Latin proverb, speech is the mirror of the mind, speech was more a refraction than a reflection of the mind: a twisted, stuttered, and lost cause compared to the fluency that flowed inside. At least for Cel; well, she was fairly certain that that wasn't the case for absolutely everyone else. Her speech sucked. Her mind, on the other hand, did not—or at least she hoped so, but strange mazes take place in the minds of the self-doubting.

Moirai must hate her, though—for in the literal moment that she wished to enjoy her cupcake alone, in peace, another person decided to approach her. Just her luck. And if the student happened to be a Pureblood, she couldn't even sneak away without risking her stepmother's rage. Cel swallowed the one last bit of chocolate left on her tongue as she cast her gaze upwards, focusing on a point just beyond the other girl's left shoulder—a trick that she had learned to make it seem as if she was looking at her without needing to suffer the anxiety—as she heard her query.

Dear god, not only had the purple-clad student invited another over to join them, she'd asked her quite a question, holding out a spoon to her—what was up with that; was it supposed to be a microphone? Oh, an interview. Ew. Internally she groaned, externally she death-glared for a second before smoothing over her own features. The girl only need put up with this a little longer, and then she could... leave. Just... answer the question; that wasn't so hard, right?

Hopefully she could be done with this before whoever else the unnamed girl had beckoned over, Sapphi or whatever, probably short for something else, decided to enter the scene. One person was easier to slip away from than two in most cases, unless the two happened to start up a conversation, but this girl was probably like most of the others that tended to seek her out during a party—some ignorant extrovert, trying to drag her out and have some fun socializing. Disgusting, although a noble cause—funny how it could be both. "The cupcakes are... relatively good," she managed to respond. Relatively good. Well, good seemed too plain, excellent seemed too much, not bad was too casual and exquisite would just be downright arrogant. "Be careful of the flavors, though; some have been switched."

Ehh... you know what, screw etiquette.

"Excuse me," Cel finished with a little dip of her chin, and then she ducked out of the conversation, moving behind the stranger so as to be harder to call back—if that girl wanted to see where she was going, she would have to turn all the way around, by which time Cel would be safely be on her way to the Great Lake under the cover of some trees. Hopefully Svana would never find out; at least she could try to keep the information from her. If she really got in trouble, well, it would never be as bad as the trouble that Dorian always suffered from, and even then he'd probably protect her from most of it. Off to the lake it was, then!

- exeunt -

See, this isn't so bad. She bobbed around for a bit, listening to the music. She took notice of a container with sword-shaped toothpicks, every color of the rainbow. There was a quick flash, and they were gone, container and all; sitting somewhere snuggly in the abyss of her bag. The other people would be left to use their organic utensils, like the savages they were. There was one more piece of silverware left. Her hand reached out to grab it; slender fingers hovering inches above it. You would think she would have grabbed it, to rejoin it with the other pieces of silverware she had obtained- but she did not- well, not right away at least.

The small hairs on the back of her neck began to stand up, slitted pupils shrank. She was being watched. Her head rose, expecting to find some vexatious child gawking at her, like she was some zoo animal. Strangely enough, no one really even took notice of her, despite her strange appearance, and actions. She noticed them though; the dark-haired girl commanding some poor boy that she called Anatool, or something, to accompany her. Oh you poor, poor thing. There was the ill-looking boy, pacing around near another girl. He smelt of something musty and dead, like an escaped Pygmy Puff that had crawled behind a bookshelf, and never found its way out of the darkness. A bit morbid, but the point is, that he didn't have the best aroma. She saw the girl Koko, and her friends flock in. I remember you. Koko was one of the girls she had met one snowy night. She saw them all, yet not one saw her.

Xailah frantically glanced around in search of the chaperone. He wasn't hard to find to say the least, considering he was quite large, and shiny. Kind of like a disco ball. A disco ball with some strange and furry animal stuck to it. O-oh thats a beard. He was watching, for he was doing his job as a chaperone, but some part of her mind was telling her that it was not his gaze that causing her to act anxious. She stared at him with yellow eyes that shimmered like mirrors, wide, and animalistic. Or rather, she only looked like she was staring at him, really she was staring past him at the nothingness, in hopes to find the unseen eyes.

Oh stop, you're just getting yourself all worked up. She quickly turned her attention back to the silverware, and hastily grabbed the fork up. A House Elf saw the act, and tugged at her sleeve to reprimand her. Instinctively she bumped him away- well, more like pushed him away. She moved to the other side of the table, while the annoying little elf was still on the ground. In truth she wanted to feel bad, but she just couldn't. She ducked behind some people that were hanging around the punch bowl, like thirsty lions at the watering hole. She waited for the swearing elf to leave. Feeling a bit thirsty she contemplated having some punch while she was there. She decided that she wasn't as thirsty as she thought, seeing that the punch was colored, so she left it alone. She was cautious of drinks that contained coloring, seeing that they often liked to stain her snowy-white skin. She looked like a clown in the end, pale face, and a fake red smile.

Inconspicuously, she slipped underneath the table, hoping to hide from any other lingering House Elves. She didn't like House Elves much. They reminded her of a strange breed of dog called a Chihuahua. She was familiar with the dog, because a great aunt of hers owned five of the little leeches. The dogs always put Xailah on edge; you never knew when one was going to pop up out of nowhere, and try to attack you; their size didn't help either. The dogs were roughly the size of a large rat, making them prone to being stepped on. She often found that like the dogs, the house elves, were almost always nervous, and shaking like little caffeine addicts. Not to mention their shrill voices hurt her ears.

*Note, Xailah did not drink the punch.

Interacting with @Kaegen Deathmote

Nico couldn't really follow what Kae was saying. Maybe the Aubergine disguised as a cupcake threw her off. She nodded softly at him, acting as if she understood. Something fell on her. Not something physical, but something you couldn't see with the naked eye. It was back, that dark cloud that she had shaken off a while ago. Her eyes watched Kae's lips move, but she could barely register what he said anymore. Her iceblue eyes darted around, watching nearly everything that moved near her. Every student, every bird, ...

What was going on...? Moments ago she felt fine, she felt good. Now, all what her instinct tried to say, was to leave. It made her blame the crowd. The huge amount of students that had appeared on the scene. There seemed to be thousands of them at the party, when in reality there might've been only a small hundred of them. Her head felt light, but she didn't give it. She managed to be here. She managed to do things she was so scared to do at first. She even asked, what might've been the most dangerous kid of the school, out on a date.

Everything started to sound muffled. She could only hear Kaegens voice sort of ring through the distorted noise.

'I don't know. But thank you.'

Her heartbeat was going faster, black spots flickered infront of her eyes. Was she about to pass out? She shook her head as she tried to keep her balance, resting with one hand on the buffet table. Everything seemed to move in slowmotion. Peoples faces were irrecognisable.

Nico rubbed her eyes, in the hope it would pass. That she could contain herself and act normal again. She was a Prefect too. Even though she decided not to bring her badge with her today. She did wish she brought Pip. Nico didn't know alot of people... She was by herself here. A party filled with strangers and vague faces.

She took a deep breath. Slowely... She calmed... down. She repeated her breathing, it finally seemed to work. After what seemed a trip through hell, Nico rested one of her hands, on her troat. She didn't squeeze or anything. She just kept her hand there. It felt as if she could protect herself. Now... She could finally answer Kaegen properly. Sort of...

'Well...' She rubbed her eye with her other hand. 'If you change your mind... You can owl me...' She looked down. 'Or something.'

To be honest, she had looked forward to teaching him to draw. Hearing him, barely curious of what training drawing could contain, dissapointed her a little. Even though he might probably ask her in the future, she couldn't help but feel, uninteresting.

Interacting with Alexx Helm, Anatole Evans, and Rosalie, the Pygmy Puff. Mentions Erin Ryan and Ike Corbec.

The conversation was going well, Finley thought, and with every second, she felt better in this environment of people. Maybe it was the sheer fact that she had a sweet ball of fluff in the vicinity. It was like she could play with Rosalie all day.

On the other hand, this Anatole seemed to be a nice boy for once. Here at Hogwarts, those seemed rare. He was dressed rather spiffily despite his earlier disaster and Finley was excited to see such a nice boy. ”Oh! Yes, nice to meet you, Anatole! Thank you for the compliment! You look great too...love the vest.” Finley’s gaze shifted from the puffball to the nice boy once more. ”Yes! Anatole, look at Rosalie!” Little did Finley know, most boys were not as keen to animals as she was. As Rosalie jumped into Alexx’s hand, Finley pet the Pygmy Puff and tilted her head. ”I’m sorry that you got into such a tangle earlier! It looked bad. Also sorry for mispronouncing your name, Anatole...not used to all these new people.” Finley FINALLY took her hands off the pet and smoothed out her frock, which was now covered in pink fuzz from the creature.

As she leaned on the now-bare table and took a bite of her scrumptious violet cupcake, she eyed the boy again as he and Alexx spoke. Her brain slowly began to make the connection from the stories she heard about the infamous Lock-In. An older student sat her down by the fire one time and told her about a great Incendio massacre by a boy named…Anatole. Could this have been the boy they were talking about? ”Oh my word, you’re that Anatole?” Her brain finally made the connection and she was excited to have finally met the infamous pyromaniac...or nice boy. Yeah, nice boy was preferred.

Alexx addressed the two and wondered if they wanted to leave. Finley was having a rather grand time and picking the best cupcakes, so of course she didn’t want to leave! ”Oh! Sorry Alexx, but I can’t leave. I’m…uh...waiting for someone. My...date. Ike Corbec.” She expected the reaction to these words to be rather big; Finley had gotten her way to get Ike Corbec, another supposedly lost boy? The fish must have been rather impressive to reel in a boy named Ike. ”But if you want to go, sure! I don’t mind, and I’ll be here to tell you ev---”

Right as she was about to finish her sentence, a single Slytherin slid in between them. Finley gulped, realizing it was none other than the bear girl, Erin Ryan. She looked pretty for once, which surprised Finley, but the even more shocking thing is that she asked Anatole to dance after recognizing him. Oh boy. This "nice boy" might be even more ruined within a few seconds if he didn’t play it smart.

Interacts with Ami Procoppio
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It took him a good while to spot his friend, and definitely not because Ami was in any way now, or ever, indistinguishable in a crowd- but because there had already arrived so many people to the campgrounds... Though this is also seriously sidestepping the fact that Scott had also gotten very distracted by all the things going on on his way down from the castle.

This was his first time celebrating the Blossom Fest, so it was understandable.

The sun had finally started to shine for longer than to five PM, people could walk around outside without their cloaks hugging tight around their forearms, and Scott could even begin to smell the small flowers that sprung up around the bases of trees this time of year- although this particular scent was soon overpowered by those of the food and drink that greeted him warmly from on top of the long tables down by the dancefloor. As did those lights.

What looked like fairy lights, but could easily have been something even more impressive, clothed the trees surrounding him in the most magical way he'd seen before. Hundreds of them, or at least so he appreciated, pulled his gaze upwards and toward the pink sky (having him walk into maybe one or more people...). There was something very different about celebrations like these, that took place outside... Scott had of course basically grown up with garden parties, but he reckoned none of them had ever been this beautiful.

But he'd have more than enough time to process the beauty of it all later, as right now he needed to meet his friend.

He could see Ami standing a bit away from where most people were- or rather, as much as you could in this limited space. In what little shadow there was in this display of lights. She was wearing black, all over, and at first he thought it was a suit, which wouldn't have surprised him. But when he got closer he could see the much more summery fabric flutter freely around her legs in the slight spring wind. So did her hair, flutter.

As Scott made his not-so-effortless way over to her, he reflected over how amazing she really did look. It embarrassed him, just a little, and he brushed his grey-clad knees instinctively as he got closer and twisted his neck in the tight collar. But he also smiled.

He certainly didn't match her, outfit wise, that much was for sure. His grey trousers were expensive-looking (admittedly because they had been) but cut off far too high around his ankles. He'd been growing a tad more than his mother had planned for these last months, hence the scandalous show of skin... Above his black leather belt was a slim, grey vest and a florally textured tie over a white shirt. He'd puffed it out, the tie (the way his mother had told him he needed to do it), and so it looked almost like a cravat below his hair, which was combed even neater than it usually was.

He looked much more than a little ridiculous, but that had never been a problem with Ami before.

"There you are, hiding! I'm sorry I'm late. Or, I don't know if I am... Am I? Lady Madeleine didn't want me to leave so she kept sitting on my shoes... And then I saw this! Have you seen this? Well, of course you have, you're here. I'm glad you are. I'm glad I am, this place looks amazing! And so do you. Where is the music coming from, I can't see..."

He stopped before her, almost knocking a glass over on the table behind him as he leaned against it with a grin.

@Koko Riddle

"Sapphi! Want to come over here?" A familiar voice rang out across the campgrounds, causing Sapphire to snap her head up in a jerky motion and look over at her sister, who was cornering another girl, Ravenclaw, and holding a spoon up to the girl. Sapphire laughed slightly.

She walked over and looked over her sister's shoulder with a serious expression as Koko said, "Why hello, fellow student! I see that you are enjoying the cupcakes. Would you mind telling me how they taste?"

Sapphire rolled her eyes. She didn't see what could be so interesting about cupcakes, since they could be hexed or something, but the other girl, who obviously didn't want to be in the position that she was, answered the question anyway. "The cupcakes are... relatively good," she said. "Be careful of the flavors, though; some have been switched."

That confirmed what the white haired girl had thought; that the cupcakes were hexed in a way, but that didn't explain the girl's behavior. Why was she so... reluctant to talk? Suddenly, the girl dipped her head and said, "Excuse me," before rushing off.

"I saw that coming," Sapphire said, which was a statement that would probably earn her a glare from the other girl.

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MENTIONS | Adam Harringtom, Eris Fawley

Cecily approached the Blossom Ball and made a beeline towards the buffet table, unfashionably late per the usual. She wore the same dress as last year-- partly because she didn't much care and it was spring-y anyway; partly because dresses were expensive, and saving money was all the girl could do in return for her parents buying her her very own broom for Christmas. The hairstyle completed the bland look: Cecily had no one to do her hair, and heaven knew there was no way she could do a fancy updo by herself. Alors, her blonde locks were down as usual, though she had run a brush through them shortly before making the seven-story trek from the West Tower to the grounds.

Upon arriving at the buffet table, the girl's eyes immediately alighted on the cupcakes-- one of her favorite confections. They brought back memories of days baking with her mother in the tiny kitchen of their little house. Snatching one up, Cecily peeled off the wrapped and sunk her teeth into the creamy frosting and moist purple cake. She could place the flavor immediately-- blueberry. Each bite was like a taste of home, reminding her of the blueberries that grew abundantly just outside her back door in Ireland. Of all the flavors she could have grabbed-- some not so pleasant, she assumed, judging by the half-eaten treats scattered around the area-- she was glad she finally had a bit of luck on her side.

The Ravenclaw leaned against the buffet table, careful not to tip it over, and surveyed the scene while savoring her sweet. She saw so many people she didn't know (not that that was a surprise), but she quickly located Adam, standing taller than everyone else, with another girl standing shorter than everyone else. She could only assume, by the short stature, fiery red hair, and choice of company, that it was Eris Fawley, the girl she had heard so much about from Adam.

Cecily almost approached the two, but decided at the last minute to let them be. While Adam was pretty much the only person here that she had talked to, she didn't want to third wheel. So the Ravenclaw simply continued her observation, just watching the people and taking small bites from her cupcake.

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