Magical Masquerade: The entrance

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Actions: Entering
Moderated Actions: Searching for the key in the Honking daffodils
Stats: Sta: 8 | Eva: 8 | Str: 4 | Wis: 9 | AP: 1 | Acc: 11
Abilities: Evasive Maneuvers & Lovely Creature
Inventory: Wand | Mask

Interacting with: @Beatrice Dupont | @Colin McCoire | Akira Shimizu @Avery Chen

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Roleplaying as iNPC Quentin Gagné of Beauxbatons
English | Français
interacting: crashing into @Linda Ramirez
outfit:

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Another Hogwarts event, another gathering of people that Quentin didn't know. There was an inkling of a thought in the French boy's head: why did he keep going to the Hogwarts events when his friends chose to stay at home? But the thought never quite took root and here he was. They had loaded up the Beauxbatons students to come to Britain for a masked ball. He hoped for a little more excitement than a simple dance.

And as he arrived, his desires were answered. The ball wasn't even open, and they had to find the key to get in. It wasn't a physical task, Quentin's forte wasn't answering puzzles, but it was something to collaborate with others on. He read the clue. Something, something, something, flowers. Well, that was too obvious. The clue said it was easy, meaning it wouldn't be easy. He looked around. Queasy, car, queasy car. It was a real head-scratcher. It didn't help that he couldn't identify flowers.

Over to one side of the bushes, he heard something like the sound a goose would make. Hmmm, queasy, geesey, geese, goose. Yeah, that must be it. Other students had unraveled the difficult tongue twister, and he tried to peek around them, seeing if he could spot the key.

Straining his neck toward the yellow flowers, he stopped watching his feet and where he was walking—and he crashed right into a girl.

"Desolé! Pardon! Desolé! Sorry! Sorry!" Flustered he back away from her. Taking one look at her, he felt a sudden swoosh feeling in his stomach. What did that mean? He wasn't sure. He was suddenly aware that he had made a wrestling-themed mask and he was wearing it right now where she could see it—a thought that had never before occurred to him was now occurring to him. What if wrestling was lame? What if the colors were too much? What if this particular girl thought he was an idiot? He thought about ripping the mask off—but stopped himself, that would also be an embarrassing move. The night was a goner; he should head back to France now.

He gave another quick "Desolé!" and tried to act like he searching the purple flowers next to the noisy ones all along. Maybe she would forget it happened. Maybe he would become very tiny and disappear.

Action: searching the lilacs
stamina 14 | evasion 5 | strength 15 | wisdom 3 | arcane power 6 | accuracy 10
Calming Presence, Muggle Condition & Fearless
[Calming Presence affecting all students]

Siobhan Speaking: #556b2f
Siobhan Thinking: #99b39c
sta 5 | eva 7 | str 7 | STATS | wis 6 | arc 4 | acc 6

Action: Searching for the keys!
Interacting with: Open!
Mentioning:

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Full Scale Outfit:

The Quidditch Training Pitch was, for lack of a better word, magical Siobhan was in complete awe at the way the Ball Commitee had managed to decorate for the Spring Ball. She couldn't help but find herself spinning around as she walked trying to take everything in. Her already massive owl eyes where taking everything in with the wonder and amazement of someone who had never seen such vivid colors. Despite the loud colors and lights, there was still the calming presence of the night sky. It wrapped up the entire event in a warm spring kiss sprinkled with the views of the stars taking a moment to seemingly bless the occasion with their twinling forms. She marveled in the cozy blue of the warm night sky, which was out of character for the Highlands even though summer was right around the corner. She wondered if there had been a modified warming charm placed upon the entrance and around the vicinity in order to allow everyone the freedom to forgo jackets, shawls and cumbersome extra garments. They should be allowed to enjoy the festivities without the fear that their extremities would suffer the plight of a freezing spring even though Punxatawney Phil had in fact seen his shadow, predicting an early spring.

'Fitting' She thought to herself as she picked up the train of her ballgown and began to wander around the event. Her ballgown wasn't fancy like the ones many of her peers wore and definetly wasn't designer in anyway. The entire outfit had been c0nstructed by her talented mother, from repurposed and thrifted window curtains. Siobhan loathed asking her family for expensive items. Even though she was on the younger side of her siblings, she was keenly aware of her family's financial situation. She knew there wouldn't be a fancy extravagent dress in the cards for her, but out of childhood had simply written to her mother asking if there was any possibility of recieving one of her sister's old dresses just to have something to dress up in. But her mother and by extension her older sister had gone above and beyond to construct this beautiful garment of navy blue and green with gold accents adorned across the bodice and skirt itself. Her mother explained in the letter it was inspired by the Kelpies that she had learned likely lived in the Lough near Killarney. It was beautifully crafted and Siobhan had eagerly written back to her mother and sister with the happiest of gratitudes.

She felt like a princess in her gown even though she knew nearly everyone was dressed in an attempt to mimic royalty tonight. It didn't matter, she was happy. As she approached the entrance doors to the ball, she noticed that the students were all gathered around a sign or digging around within the garden area. She approached the sign, jumping slightly to be able to see over the sea of students. With every jump she saw a new word and strung together a sentence consisting of "Toot-Toot" and "flower." A quick glance to the grounds around the entrance, infuriated by the digging of the rabid armadilllo like students Siobhan discerned that the "toot-tooting" flowers were likely to be the Honking Daffodils who were absolutely livid that their habitat was being encroached upon by fancy dressed up students.

Siobhan wiggled herway into the gardening area and started to slowly sift through the dirt taking care to not disrupt the flowers too much. Unfortunately she knocked into one by accident and it honked loudly in her face, causing her to shut her eyes and lose place of where she was digging. It unfortunatley caused her to lose her place around the bush and forced her to move to a new spot to continue searching. She hiked up her skirt like the proper princesses she'd read fairytales about despite how dirty it had already gotten and moved to a new area to search.

AngelFyre Busting Out in A Panic Before the Masquerade @Simon Kincaid

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April 13, 2024 - Masquerade Ball

Wishes really do come true. Ever since AngelFyre learned that Hogwarts had Balls, and themed ones at that, it had been her not so secret wish that one of them would be a Masquerade Ball before she left these haunted hallowed halls. She had had zero inclination to attend the first Fall Ball during her first year here, and she did not regret it a bit. It had been another opportunity, apparently, as almost all of them had been, to cull the herd by putting Darwin's theory to the test. As far as she knew, the only Ball since she had been here that had proven to be rather "normal" had been her first one. That one was magical, in so many ways, and would never be topped, she was certain of it, but it was fun to think that a Masquerade held some wonderful possibilities.

Her makeup was set and her hair was attractively left to hang loose as Simon liked it best, but it was volumized with quite a bit of long, soft, wavy curls. It always astonished her how much prettier she felt on these special occasions. She knew Simon loved the way she looked whether she was her casual self or her mother's long awaited porcelain doll version of herself.

Casual self was fine. She was always up for running, adventuring, climbing, dancing because the mood struck her,and a million more things she could list if she thought about it, but casual self's activities lent themselves so beautifully to the joys of "tomboyishness". Porcelain doll self was another matter altogether. Her wild child self could be self contained, and had been more and more lately, to her great surprise. She was hating less and less the idea of make up and not resenting the time it took to put the effort in to looking "more" of the girlier self she had ever thought she could or would be. Simon did not seem to mind the extra effort either, and she smile blushed as she remembered their marathon snogging session after the Valentine's FoxTrot dancing lessons.

Sigh

She walked to the end of her bed and stepped into her dress. She had done an awful lot of makeover work on this particular dress. She was not certain what her mother was thinking when she sent it, but AngelFyre wanted to cry when it arrived. It was in her favorite color, but that had been the ONLY thing it had going for it. All she could imagine was that her mother was still so wrapped up in grieving her own mother's loss that she truly was unaware what a horror show of a dress she had sent. It honestly looked like a dress for a green sea witch of some sort in a play. It would have fit in perfectly at the Dark Faerie Tale Ball a year and a half ago. Pounds and pounds of hideous gold brocade was removed. Bizarre tufts of bejeweled, dark green tulle was excised from the sleeves and shoulders, leaving lovely 3/4, simple tulle sleeve that had a beautiful OMBRÉ effect taking place from the shoulders down. The bajillion buttons in the back had been removed and replaced with a zipper because that she could get into by herself. The buttons? Not so much. If she had asked anyone to help her with those they would have hexed her.

It was also Southern Belle hoop-skirt poofy. AngelFyre was not a fan of "poofy" skirts. She liked being next to her boy too much to be thwarted by wide skirts and the mechanics beneath them that kept them apart. That had been the unwelcome struggle with her first Ball dress. It was actually quite beautiful, but no. Never again. And once again, AngelFyre reminded herself that a distressed mother had sent the hideous headdress that went with it. The dress actually had a headdress! That had to make it an official costume, right? A headdress AND a mask was just too much busy-ness for one tomboy to deal with. As she looked at the dress now, she was pretty proud of it and the alterations she had made.

The best part about all of it was that she had removed pounds of hoop skirt material and had refashioned it to be more user... witch user... friendly in case the evening took a turn for the worse. IT was absolutely expected that it would at this point. Sadly, this was not their first rodeo, so that being the case, she opened up the front of the dress and actually made the skirt removable if need be. She was wearing her tan riding britches and boots for comfort. No one was going to see her shoes anyway, and she was, right now, almost as tall as her boy. No need for the heels.

After she slipped the dress on, and got it zipped up, she momentarily thought something must have gotten twisted while putting it on because the bodice felt very tight. She had definitely not gained any weight, and as she struggled to reach behind to see where the problem lay, she got her first good look at herself and let her hand fall to her side. The "problem" was not twisted fabric. The "problem" was all her. And she had gained weight as a matter of fact, but not in her waist.

She just stood there and looked at herself, feverishly trying to think what could be done here. It was borderline indecent to wear it like it was. I mean, she was not a prude, but she was just shy of 14 years. She looked around and still had some extra trim that had been removed from the dress right out of the gate. It did nothing to help her with the feeling like she risked exposure at any moment, but it did at least mollify her sense of decency.

She had been wearing so many loose sweaters and hoodies over the winter, she honestly had just not noticed. She wondered if Simon had? He looked at her more than she ever did. If he had not noticed, he was in for one heck of a surprise tonight, and she chuckled nervously. Then she prayed there would be NO wardrobe malfunction.

Grabbing her thigh holster and her wand, she had everything she intended to carry, which was exactly nothing. More intrigued than scared, she took one last look at herself, approving overall of the reflection before her, and headed downstairs to meet the most handsome Ball date any girl could have. Lucky for her she was any girl.

Fifteen minutes later, after delicately wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth at the sight of her hunky Hufflepuff in his masquerade attire, they were both walking up to a locked door at the Quidditch Training Pitch and a school full of students searching for chocolates a key in honking daffodils. "Tell you what, handsome. How about you look for the key(s) to get us in and I will look for the choco- and I will help you," she quickly corrected. Then she stopped to look at how many flowers, even beyond the honking daffodils, there were around them. Maybe some of them were here because the wind caught them and they rooted here after she and Simon had planted so many types last year for her birthday. That thought really made her happy in that moment.

"Simon," she whispered to him. "Look at all of the beautiful flowers. Spring is really busting out all over. Let us hope that your girl does not do the same," and she softly laughed before leaning over to kiss his cheek.

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Sta:10 || Eva:8 || Str:1 || Wis:9 || ArcP:6 || Acc:9
Seer 1 (Intuition) || Fearless || Seer 2 (Prophecy)
Interacts/Mentions: @Simon Kincaid
ACTION: Searches Honking Daffodils for chocolate (really hoping the boxes contain chocolate) and oh yeah, also for the entry key

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OOC: Longstanding permission has been given to Simon and and AngelFyre's writers to godmod one another's characters.

January 7th 2024

Dialogue
English: #e22400
Spanish: #fdc700

Stats: Sta 4 Eva 6 Str 3 Wis 8 Arc 6 Acc 8
Abilities: None yet
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I bent down and started digging around in the bushes trying my best to find a Honking Daffodil. I'm not the best at Herbology but I'm confident the answer to the riddle is a Honking Daffodil. I kept my eyes out for a glint of gold in the bushes. During my search, more and more students had begin to show up and join the search for the key to everything. By everything I mean the key that can help us enter the, hopefully, fun ball.

"Hello. My name is Victoria. Victoria Lena Jones. This is my mouse Vick. Isn't it a very strange way of entering the ball. But fun." a voice said from behind. The student that spoke had white hair and freckles. On her shoulder sat a rat. That was new. I'd never seen anyone have a rat as a pet before. I've never thought about getting a pet before. Maybe this summer I'll get an owl. An owl will be useful for delivering letters and stuff. I liked the entrance to the fall ball more. There was no riddle or dark mazes. It was pretty straight forward.
"Nice to meet you Victoria. My name's Alejandro Garcia. I shrugged, "I think I prefer a more straight forward way of entering but yes, it's still kind of fun. Is this your first ball here at Hogwarts?" I asked.

WC: 229/200 Tags: @Victoria Lena Jones

WC = 342

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Outfit Reducio outfit Reducio Hair Reducio mask Reducio Think of a mix between the two, with the mask part of the second, with all the flower bits of the first.

Interacting = @Della Barfield @= Mentioning

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Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 7

Metamorphmagus ~

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Minor appearance shift | Skilled Transfigurer

Ability to slightly change appearance, with no stat boost added. All Transfiguration DCs for casting are 5 lower for metamorphmagi.

Wandmaker ~

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30,4 cm [12in] sycamore wood and thunderbird tail feather

Once you reach 30% of your max health you gain + 2 AP, + 2 Evasion and + 2 Acc. If you are healed above 30% of your max health you lose those bonuses.