Magical Masquerade: the actual ball Closed

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

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"I'll be right back, mon ami." my friend (only used for close friends?)

With great difficulty, after hearing Linda's drink order, Quentin let his hand slip out of hers. He beelined for the snack table. He would make this trip quick so that he could get back sooner rather than later—but being outside of Linda's gaze gave him a moment to think. To breathe.

She said she wanted to know more about him. And that she could detect that he was possibly loyal, ambitious, hard-working, brave—was he those things? Maybe he didn't know himself well enough. Quentin wasn't one for introspection. How would he let her know more about himself? He could tell her about wrestling, his dad, his grandmother, Beauxbatons, France, his relatives in America... He mentally tallied them like little checkboxes he would need to hit.

Looking at the spread, he grabbed a strawberry yakult tea and a little plate of fruit with ricotta for Linda, while grabbing a sparkling cucumber limeade and a plate of assorted meat and cheese for himself (charcuterie was a French word after all). He put his own drink in the crook of his arm so that everything else would fit in his hands (Quentin often forgets the advent of magic in his life and prefers doing things the muggle way). He took a quick sip from its straw before making his way back.

"For you, as requested!" Waiting for Linda to take the items from his hands, he picked up immediately where they left as if nothing had happened. "Um, a little bit about me. My dad's a muggle, my mom was a witch. My dad is from the United States, but moved to France. We live in Paris near my mom's parents. My grandmaman taught me the magical ropes, she's nice for an old lady. But my dad is my best friend. We like wrestling—that muggle sport from America I was talking about where people in colorful outfits well... wrestle. It's fun!"

It all just spilled out of him. He had forgotten if he checked every box, but he was sure he was close. Was this how you were supposed to talk to girls? His palms were sweaty again, so he took a few more frantic sips of the limeade. "What about you? Any hobbies here or at home? Where is home?"

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

ROLEPLAYING AS BEAUXBATONS iNPC AURÉLIE NATHALIE DUVAL

@Emily Shephard open to interactions

sta 6 | eva 5 | str 6 | wis 6 | arc 5 | acc 7 fearless

french | english | thoughts | others

action. interacting with Emily

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Aurélie could tell from Emily's body language that she wasn't the only one feeling a little bit... off all of a sudden. She looked down at the drink in her hands. The one that she'd sipped from at least three times. Her eyes widened. What had changed? She'd asked herself, and it had been staring her right in the face. The drink! Her berry spritzer, however thirst quenching it might've been, had been the changed variable.

Could the drink have been... sabotaged? Aurélie shuddered as she remembered the last Hogwarts ball. The one in which she'd heard of students drowning in boats. Was it always dangerous at Hogwarts? Or was she just overthinking? Because of the drink?

Ahhh! Everything was being so confusing. Aurélie wanted to tell her new friend about the dangers that she believed that the drinks might have, but she didn't want to sound odd. Instead, she pushed her mostly unfinished berry spritzer to the side, not wanting to finish it in case her hypothesis was correct.

The sense of paranoia didn't stop however. She still felt everything acutely. I have to beat this. I don't want to run back to my bed and sleep before the night is truly over. Promising herself that she would stay strong despite whatever effects the drink had, Aurélie gave her companion a large, mostly fake smile.

"Emily, would you like to dance?" She asked, in the hopes that Emily too would set aside her drink.

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OUTFIT

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DRINK EFFECT

Reducio

drink: confusing concoctions (berry spritzer)
rp effect: causes a heightened sense of paranoia in the affected person, making it difficult to tell friend from foe
mod effect: +2 to critical success range, +1 to critical failure range

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Interacting: @Percival Gray

Outfit: ✿ | ✿ | ✿

Mentioning: @

English | Irish

Instigator for trouble. Her eyes widened in surprise at this comment. Matt? Her Matt? "... Is it because he gets bullied so often?" It was a question covered in a shell of naivety, but she was slowly starting to emerge from her chrysalis. "He has a tendency to get in trouble with people much stronger than himself." Not that it was difficult; a worm was likely stronger than Mathias.

Their conversation in Irish was a welcome distraction from her crumbling love life. The shared language brought with it a sense of comfort, as if she were sheltered safely in the farm house she had grown up in, or curled up in her Grandparent's bookstore. It felt like home. "Cá mar gheall? Téim chun cuairt a thabhairt ar mo sheantuismitheoirí máthar --. Where abouts? I go visit my maternal grandparents--." She paused when reality came crashing down, a flicker of sadness crossing her features. Her Grandfather had just passed a few months prior. "Is é atá i gceist agam, mo sheanmháthair... Um, go hiondúil le linn míonna an tsamhraidh, ach tá siopa leabhar ag mo sheantuistí i mBaile Átha Cliath darb ainm ‘Gobbledy Books’. I mean, my Grandmother... Um, usually during the summer months, but my paternal Grandparents own a bookshop in Dublin called 'Gobbledy Books'."

The lighthearted gesture made her heart race. She grabbed his hand again to pull it away from her head, her curled locks of hair now ruffled. "What makes you assume we wouldn't get along? We're getting along right now, aren't we? That shows we're capable of it. Sounds like you might be the one causing trouble if you're that difficult to get along with." She teased.

Wait a minute, he had said her name! Never mind the fact that being called a 'good girl' had made her blush so deeply that the tips of her ears were turning red. "S-So you know my name, but I don't know yours. That... that hardly seems fair." She stumbled over her words, mildly breathless from being flustered. Damn him. "Do you have no intention to speak to me after tonight?"

Winnie’s eyes searched the 'stranger's' masked face, trying to decipher any hidden emotion. Each word he spoke, each gesture, seemed to draw her deeper into a connection she couldn't quite understand. It was somehow thrilling but terrifying all at once... She wasn't sure she wanted it to end.

Action: Climbing one of the cherry blossoms

sta: 6 | eva: 7 | str: 1 | wis: 7 | arc: 6 | acc: 8
Abilities: Fearless

Open To Interactions

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speech • #427c9a thoughts • italics others • #ffffff

april 13th, 2024 • date quidditch stadium • location spring ball • thread

Ophelia smiled as both Nikolai and Viva complimented her handmade mask. She'd been beyond skeptical at first, unsure of whether people would think her odd for wearing something painted rather than bought, but their words warmed her immensely.

"Oh, thank you! I'm sure that if your own costume required something to be created from your own hands, you both would've done so just as well." And Ophelia meant those words. Viva, as far she could tell, was as much of a perfectionist as herself, being hard on herself for not getting everything just right. As for Nikolai, who she didn't know well, she believed him to be a creative person, from his eloquent speech and appreciation for art.

When Quinn found Ophelia speaking to Viva and Nikolai, she asked what she was doing there, before clamming up, her face reddening. Ophelia suppressed a giggle, not wanting to make her friend look bad in front of Nikolai.

"Sorry for losing you and Topaz," Ophelia apologised, genuine. She looked at Viva hesitantly, unsure whether she should give the true reason. She knew that Viva and Quinn were friends too, the birthday party had been proof enough of that, but were they close? Would Viva want Quinn to know that she'd had tears in her eyes moments prior if she hadn't figured it out already? Probably not, Ophelia decided, knowing that if she had been the one in Viva's situation, she would've been praying that her friend would cover for her. She smiled at Quinn. "I just saw Viva over here and decided to say hi to her. Then I got caught up in a conversation with her and Nikolai. I'm glad you found me though."

After a while, Nikolai bade them farewell, speaking of prior commitments to which he had to return to. As he left, he invited them to ask him to dance at any time during the ball. Ophelia laughed lightly at the way he said it.

Most likely she wouldn't even dance tonight, and she wouldn't take up Nikolai's offer, but it was nice of him to extend it. She looked over at Quinn and Viva, wondering if either of them wanted to.

"Viva? Was there someone else you planned to spend tonight with, or would you like to join Quinn and I?" Ophelia stole a glance at Quinn, hoping the other girl wouldn't be angry at the invitation that she'd just extended.

interactions • @Genevieve Delacourt Nikolai Volkov (@Matthew Campbell) mentions • @Quinn Brook @Topaz November stats • sta 6 | eva 5 | str 6 | wis 7 | arc 6 | acc 5

320 • word count xxx • outfit perfectionist • abilities

action • speaking to Genevieve and Quinn, saying goodbye to Nikolai

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@Aaron Jones

Another ball, another night that would surely end in flames and screams. So the usual really for Hogwarts events and as usual, the older students still attended despite supposedly knowing better. Actually, maybe they did. In fact, Opeila reached the main ball area, feeling almost sick with guilt. She had noticed the commotion near the entrance, heard the screams, seen the fog and instead of helping, she had walked quicker.

Magical smoke or fog that had seemed vaguely threatening at most when Opeila was in her first year now made her feel sick to her stomach, the screams threatened to set off one of these migraines that Opeila kept getting ever since the attack in the forest and by the looks of it... yes, by the looks of it there was already an adult present. She wasn't needed. She could just walk past. No guilt.

And yet she couldn't quite shake it.

The fifth year felt a little more free again once she entered the ball that didn't seem to have blown up or caught fire yet. Maybe there was a chance for a few harmless hours of eating food and dancing.
... Second thought, maybe not eating the food. The goblet transforming into a spider and whatever was in the apple pie clouding her mind was still a fresh enough memory for the prefect to avoid the table and instead scan the crowd on and around the dance floor.

This time she had not come together with Aaron but arrived a little later to get the chance to finish some last minute homework. With O.W.L.s being so close, the Slytherin liked having the Sundays for studying entirely, so she tried to always get all her homework done in the days before.

After wandering around the dance floor for a bit, Opeila found herself a little less crowded corner to watch. If she couldn't find Aaron, maybe he could find her.

Entering the ball.

@Dealla Prince @Evelynn Decipio @Reginald Drake

Theodore was back! Back in in Scotland, back at Hogwarts, ready to dive back into whatever may unfold at this ball. There was always something about these balls that went wrong, it was like a curse looming over the castle and his unfortunate inhabitants. Or maybe not unfortunate, at least from a certain age. He imagined being a first year and downed by whatever weak attack wasn't that fun, but as a third year... it started being practice rather than danger, didn't it? Last year when he went to the ball with Dee, the little "attack" on them in the maze had almost been more of a game.

His grin widened a bit when he thought back to that event. Was Dee around today? If so, maybe he could steal a dance or two. If it wasn't too awkward that meant. There had been a bit of flirting and some attempts at... well something, that he hadn't reacted very well to, but maybe enough time had passed to let the past be in the past? After all, they hadn't seen each other for quite a few months and he hoped that they could maybe find themselves somewhere in the friendship corner now.

Theo had recycled his ball outfit from last year. He had grown a little, but it still fit, so why waste money, right? He hadn't even bought a mask, instead a Hogwarts first year had helped him craft one with paper. Yes, he did look ridiculous, much like a child at nursery, but he only needed the mask to enter anyway, right? Once he was in, the stupid thing could burn.

And again he turned out to be late to the ball. The area was already filled with students chatting away in different languages, actually being so brave to try the snacks and beverages, or dancing. Theo remained a bit distant from the dance floor for now. If he happened to find someone who looked like they were in need of a dancing partner, he would not be scared to ask them, but right now... he was fine watching. For a moment, just a moment the thought of a little Durmstrang student crossed his mind, but he shook it off in a second. Maybe it was really time to let go of that one, after all these years. Ana hadn't missed a chance to roll her eyes at him for it last summer, after she managed to get him to spill what had happened with Dee at the lake. Maybe he was an idiot.

Entering the ball.

ACTION:
Being carried to the bench and tending to my ankle

STAMINA: 7 | EVASION: 7 | STRENGTH: 3 | WISDOM: 8 | ARCPOWER: 8 | ACCURACY: 9
ABILITIES: Fearless | Calming Presence
INVENTORY: Wand, Lavender Honey Candies, Blue butterfly embroidered handkerchief, first aid kit.

Calming Presence is in Effect
Allies:
AngelFyre McCubbin as Stephen Schwartz, Hanako Tone as Sara Kohana
Giving them +10% chance to auto-hit.