Magical Masquerade: The entrance

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Interacting with: @Devon Wallen Reese/@Kaitlyn Connor and @Basil Murphy/@Quinn Brook	Word Count: 239/200	Outfit: Reducio Reducio Mask: Reducio

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I smiled as Devon waved me over. She was with someone who I didn't know but recognized from seeing him in the hallways. "Hello Devon, and thank you. It would be a pleasure. Now, what do you think the newest clue is? As in, what does it point to?" I racked my brains, unsure. "Perhaps a white rose?" I looked at her hopefully, hoping she agreed, also unsure of myself. I looked around for some white roses, while still staying next to the two people obviously flirting. "Um...I know you Devon, but who are you? I'm Alice." I smiled and extended my hand to the boy, being polite. "What do you think about the clue?" I frowned at all the magic happening around me, a girl attacking some boy with magic, and the same boy getting turned into what seemed to be a tree. I shivered, hating all the magic. Magic was unnatural and weird, and even though I was forced to use it, I hated it. Not that I was going to tell anyone that. I felt my temper and worry rising, and I forced it down saying to myself, keep it down, it's only in you head, again and again. I had stopped the emotions from revealing themselves now, but I was sure more would come, and I would end up being extremely mad and doing something stupid this afternoon and night. I was completely sure. 𝓐𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: Helping Devon (Kaitlyn) and Basil (Quinn) search for the next clue, also looking around for white roses and clues in that. 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕤: Stamina 7| Evasion 7| Strength 3| Wisdom 6| Arcane Power 5| Accuracy 7 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈: The Muggle Condition

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Dress
Hair
Mask
Shoes

"Yes, my first ball. A little excited. I had a hard time deciding on the color of my hair, but that's okay. By the way nice too meet you too Alejandro. It was good to know that at least I won't be alone at the prom."

She smiled and her hair turned slightly green. When she realized this, she immediately made it white again.

"Have you ever been to prom? I guess nothing different like this happened."

Having said this, she reviewed the riddle again. She had just tried her luck before. It was obvious that the answer was the Honking daffodil. If you wanted to hide something, it would be hidden in a place that would attract the least attention. In other words, it would not attract as much attention in the yellowest and presumably noisier bush. She looked around and opened his ears. She saw a bush that he thought was yellower and louder than the others. She grabbed Alejandro's other hand, the hand that didn't have the mouse on her shoulder, and went to the bush.

"If you want to hide something, you hide it somewhere unnoticed or somewhere unthinkable. This is one of the best storage methods"

She immediately put her mouse on the ground and excitedly started looking for the bush and then started digging the ground. Vick helped her with this. She couldn't see herself, but she thought her hair had turned light pink with excitement.

WC:243/200

Action: Holding @Alejandro Garcia hand and taking him to the yellow flower bush
looking for the key

To be fair when he started this school he really didn't know that he'd be doing stuff like this. So when he was freaking out and sending owls out like crazy trying to figure out what to wear, you really couldn't blame him. That being said when his allowance started dwindling down, he knew he was going to get an owl from his grandfather.

He had spent a whopping 100 galleons in the end, from paying for various outfits, most of which he sent back, changing the clothing in many different ways, from adding on designs to removing them.

Ernest might have been a little obsessed, but this was the first event he'd ever been to. He felt like if he did not look decent now, he would forever be remarked as someone not worth looking at. His grandfather did not share the same sentiment, telling him that he would only get so much added if he continued to take away.

So in the end, Ernest dressed up in a green suit that had faux leaves trailing down its sleeves, dress shoes with faux gold leaves on the toes, and a metal mask with gold and lead designs. For its price, he thought it was rather night.

When the letters came in and said that they must meet down near the training pitch first, he was confused. The ball was supposed to be magnificent so why was it down on the pitch? He walked down there and just hoped that he wouldn't get muddy or dirty somehow before he could meet with his secret pen pal.

Speaking of them, he wondered what they would look like, he couldn't help it. Were they a boy or a girl, Slytherin, or one of the other houses? Did he perhaps know them, or were they someone he had never even glanced at before? Curiosity ate him up.

When he finally made it down to where the ball goers were, he realized they were looking for something. A clue?

Oh, a scavenger hunt. This reminded him just of his Club, a smile gracing his features. He honestly did not really want to look more so, he observed those around him. His eagerness to see his pen pal outweighs any real care for this event by itself. However, he was always open to a little interaction.

Biometrics Age 12, Slytherin first year Height 4"4 [1.3m] | Weight 80 lbs [36.2kg] ─────────────────────────── Important physical characteristics Pointed eyes, longer fingers, slightly yellowed skin under bright light ─────────────────────────── Fluent Languages Key "English." | "gobbledygook" He understands slight French

Stats Stam 4 | Eva 5 | Str 4 Wis 6 | Acc 6 | Arc 5 ─────────────────────────── Special Race Goblin ─────────────────────────── Action Arriving at the ball and looking around Open to interaction

Malin jumped at the sudden cry of the howler.
The serene white of these plants
Are used to adorn the garden spread
Like an oyster's treasure, strung into a necklace
Around a lady's neck
She had not needed to ponder the riddle long before River spouted an answer.
"It's a pearlbush I believe, pearls are found in oysters and are typically made into jewelry such as necklaces. Let's search over there." River stated.
Malin smiled praisingly at her friend, following her to the pearlbushes. She tapped the pearlbush delicately with her foot, toes pointed and testing it out as if it were going to jump at her.
"It's a magical school filled with magical people and plants that try to eat your hair," She explained, remembering her Herbology class where a plant had quite literally tried to eat her hair, "You can never be too careful."
She examined the pearlbushes, admiring how pretty they were. They didn't seem to have a taste for hair, which made Malin like them even more.
Malin wished she had a solution to River's hunger, but all she had were Tic-Tacs in a hidden pocket on her dress.
"Tic-tac?" Holding the palm-sized plastic box out, she offered River the tiny watermelon-flavoured candy.

STATS

(Stamina - 5 | Evasion - 6 | Strength - 4 | Wisdom - 6 | ArcP - 8 | Accuracy - 6)
ACTION: Looking through pearlbushes with River

”She is delightfully chaotic; a beautiful mess."

AngelFyre Hunting A Different Treasure @Simon Kincaid

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Post tracker: 1 || 2 || 3 || they left early to go here

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Trunk
Sta:10 || Eva:8 || Str:1 || Wis:9 || ArcP:6 || Acc:9
Seer 1 (Intuition) || Fearless || Seer 2 (Prophecy)
Interacts/Mentions: @Simon Kincaid
ACTION: Forgoing the pearlbush hunt while breaking from the lemming-think and trying to convince Simon to run away until the way is opened

Action: None.
Preparing to waltz around, mildly open to interactions.

Open to Interactions English || Russian

April 13, 2024 - Masquerade Ball

He had to laugh as the students all converged on the yellow flowers and the decibel level grew. It was not just coming from the flowers. It was the ensuing raising of voices to be heard over the noise of the daffodils that added to the din. He had heard about honking daffodils, but he had never experienced them before. They were actually kind of fun and delightful, in moderation.

Stephen was, at best, giving cursory attention to looking for the key. His thoughts kept drifting to EmmaLeee. This was already not going as planned and he was trying to quell the negative feelings threatening to rise up. They had, or was it he had, wanted the fun of searching each other out in their costumes. Being bunched together at the entry made it more likely that the fun in their (his?) plan would be anticlimactic before it had a chance to even begin. The fact that he was even now questioning whether the idea was a shared one or was him imposing his wants on her made him uncomfortably uneasy. Maybe he, without meaning to or wanting to, determined more than he should, how things would be between them. Not good if so; definitely not good. Maybe that was really the source of EmmaLee’s unhappiness when it came to him?

Sigh

He really did not know and standing here amongst noisy flowers was getting him no closer to important answers. He was quite relieved when he heard some excited chatter and learned that someone had found a box and in it was a not a key, but another clue. That told him a lot. He had wondered if they were all to find their own key, but if that had been the case, many more students, by now, surely would have found them and would have gone to open the gate to gain entry. The fact that another clue was disseminated meant this was a “shared” experience and not everyone necessarily had to participate in the search in order to gain entry.

When he heard the new clue, he chuckled. Of course the answer would be a rose. The only flower he could safely recognize without need of a reference photo. As students began to abandon the yellow daffodils for the red roses, Stephen decided he would park himself in the deep shade of a grouping of trees and study the crowd, looking for EmmaLee.

There were a lot of students here now, but the moment he made a concerted effort to find her, it took him next to no time to do so. A smile curved his lips and he watched as she interacted with friends. He’d never gotten much of a chance to do that. Kiernan was too sullen to participate in any friendly way and he had been caught up in his own thing too often at Pirate camp to take notice of her interactions with others back then. Then his face burned a little with shame as he recalled bursting upon her at last Fall’s Festival of Lights completely unaware (or uncaring?) that she was speaking with another girl she knew. All he remembered at the time was being anxious to see her, but that still was all about his wants.

Wow. When he stopped to think on it, his list of rude transgressions were growing longer by the second. Not the least of which was kissing her, you dunderhead, and not really speaking of it again.

Looking at her now though, EmmaLee seemed happy. She was laughing and interacting so easily. It crossed his mind to simply turn and leave. She might have a better time if he did, but even if that was the case, it would add just one more transgression to his lengthy list. She did not need that, but she especially did not need more of that. Maybe “not showing up” was ultimately the correct answer, but was this just the wrong time to ask the question?

He slipped behind the tree entirely and turned his back to the trunk. Standing there, he focused his blue eyes on the wooded area before him, completely unaware of what he was staring at as he was debating what to do. A screeching voice bellowed out yet another clue and Stephen knew the answer had to do with pearls, but as for the plant it referred to, he was clueless.

It didn’t matter anyway. He was going to wait out this searching for key business and catch up to her at some point once the door was opened. What he was going to say to her once he did find her would have been the more helpful treasure hunt prize to him in the moment.

Finding a box with the perfect words would be mighty handy right about now.

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Trunk
Sta:10 || Eva:8 || Str:8 || Wis:10 || ArcP:5 || Acc:7
Perfectionist 1 & 2 || Evasive Maneuvers
Interacts/Mentions: @EmmaLee LeDames
ACTION: Steps back from the search to study the crowd, spotting EmmaLee

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OOC: Stephen and EmmaLee’s writers have longstanding permission to godmod one another’s characters.

POST TRACKER ♡───────────♡ Reducio Post 1- É Post 2- I Post 3- É Post 4- I

OUTFIT ♡───────────♡ Reducio

TAGS & MENTIONS ♡───────────♡ @Leaf Shard as Irya Volkov

Élodie smiled as the boy spoke in his language. Not quite understanding what he'd meant, she soon deduced he had said yes as he followed her to a nearby rose bush, halfheartedly searching when they'd gotten closer. She listened as he spoke in broken English, asking what school she was from.

"I attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic." she spoke, her French accent slightly stronger as she pronounced the school's name. "And you?" she asked, looking over at him as she paused her search. Around the duo, students frantically searched the roses, wanting to be the one who found the next clue. Another student seemed to have drastically failed a spell, another disarmed someone, and the same kid only seconds later got his feet rooted to the ground. She sighed in annoyance at the sheer impropriety of some of the students. She would be more than six feet under if she acted as they did and failed to uphold the Dubois family's reputation.

As she awaited his response, another student seemed to have found the next clue. The howler began to screech out the next clue to the participants of the treasure hunt. Élodie didn't have to do much thinking about the clue as in the next couple minutes, people were already rushing over to the next plant. A pearlbush.

As she began to slowly walk over to a pearlbush near them, she gasped softly, realizing she'd forgotten to introduce herself. "My apologies. I'm Élodie Dubios. It's a pleasure to meet you." she said, her French accent singing through once again with the pronunciation of her name as she fought muscle memory and an inner battle with herself whether to curtsy or not. After all, that was a common pureblooded custom where she came from. Élodie did not curtsy, instead continuing to slowly walk to the pearlbush she'd seen, and began to aimlessly search once more.

Action: Aimlessly searching a pearlbush and chatting with Irya.
Stats: STA 6 / EVA 5/ STR 5 / WIS 8/ ARC 4/ ACC 7
Ency: Right Here!
Abilities: None Yet

January 7th 2024

Dialogue
English: #e22400
Spanish: #fdc700

Stats: Sta 4 Eva 6 Str 3 Wis 8 Arc 6 Acc 8
Abilities: None yet
Trunk

I dug around the Honking Daffodil bush but there was no luck. I couldn't find anything. The girl, Victoria, was also looking around in the bushes.
"Yes, my first prom. A little excited. I had a hard time deciding on the color of my hair, but that's okay. By the way nice too meet you too Alejandro. It was good to know that at least I won't be alone at the prom." she said.
The color of her hair? Did she dye it? I don't understand that part or the sentence. Ehh, best not to dwell on the things you don't understand. It was nice having someone around. Unlike the fall ball.

"Have you ever been to prom? I guess nothing different like this happened."
"Uhmm... I've been to the Fall Ball, if you can say that but there were no riddles and whatnot. You could just go into the ball and that was it." I replied
During the fall ball, I didn't save anyone, I didn't nearly drown, I was like one of those background characters you see in a movie. Though sometimes that was a good thing.
After searching more thoroughly through the bushes I still didn't find anything. I banged my fist on the ground. Then I felt Victoria's hand grab my hand and started dragging me in another direction.
"If you want to hide something, you hide it somewhere unnoticed or somewhere unthinkable. This is one of the best storage methods" she explained as we jogged over to another Honking Daffodil Bush. There she started searching and digging straight away. Her hair started turning slightly pink. That's a bit weird. I joined and started scrouging around the flower looking for the key.
Hopefully we can find something this time.
When digging, I tried to make conversation with her.
"I heard some rumors that every Ball at Hogwarts something always happen. What do you think will happen this time?" I asked curiously.

Action: Being dragged over to a yellow flower bush by Victoria to look for the key.

WC: 229/200 Tags: @Victoria Lena Jones

Willow was a shy person. She had, however, vowed to go to as many Hogwarts events as she could, so here she was at the Spring Ball. She shuffled around at the pitch, not sure exactly what to do. It appeared that people were searching bushes for something, but she was more fixated on searching for the person she was planning to meet.

Her vivid red hair was pinned neatly in a half-up style, the top in a bun of twisting strands wrapped in daisies. The rest of it tumbled down her back almost to her waist in a waterfall of shiny waves. She wore a green dress with flowers down the skirt and laces at the waist. Her mask was gilded gold and decorated with pink, yellow, and blue flowers and leaves. There was no doubt- she looked incredibly beautiful. However, she held herself with an utter lack of self-confidence.

Back to the task at hand. She scanned faces from the background, searching for her secret letter-writer. They had never met, but she knew what his mask looked like, so she hoped she would be able to find them. Oh! Was that him? She caught a glimpse of someone in a green suit wearing the mask that seemed to be the right one.

Willow walked gently over to him, hoping that she would be good enough to meet his expectations. Gosh, this was a lot harder than she thought it would be. She didn't know him, so there was no need to be nervous. She stepped up to right behind him. No reason to be nervous.

Right?

April 13, 2024
WC: 269
Mentions: @Ernest Baird
Stats:
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 7
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 10
ArcPower: 4
Accuracy: 7
Action: Entering ball and looking around

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