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Being a wallflower isn't all bad. Most people pay her no mind, and Dora's able to observe the festivities with quiet curiosity instead of directly partaking in them. The dancers move gracefully and romantically in rhythm, something she knows she could never accomplish. The candlelight from the chandeliers casts a bewitching glow over them all.

Then, scattered around the room are clusters of guests all talking with each other. Dora pauses on two girls a ways away, one of which she believes might be Beatrice Dupont herself. She's never met her, but she's seen her at these sorts of parties before. She's talking to another girl in a bright red dress.

A commotion calls Dora's attention to another area, where a girl rolls around on the floor, cackling madly until a man comes over and soundly scolds her. The girl doesn't seem to care much that she caused a scene. Dora would be mortified in her position, and doesn't know whether to be impressed or horrified. She settles for politely looking away.

"Merry Christmas, Dizzy."

Dora winces at the nickname and turns to her smirking cousin. "I thought you were with your friends."

"What, don't have time for your beloved cousin now that you've gone to Hogwarts?" Bradley pouts, swirling a red drink in his hand. "You're so mature now, Dizzy, you look just like our Grandmother."

"Please do not call me that.." She says quietly, wanting him to just leave her alone. Her words only seem to widen his grin. "Why? I still remember when grandmother tried to teach you to dance, how you just fell over!" He laughs loudly, "Go on, then, prove me wrong. Dance floor's waiting."

Dora pales at the thought and shakes her head profusely.

"Aw, c'mon Dizzy, like this!" Bradley continues, pulling his arms up and stepping around her. "One, two, three, a-one, two, oops!" Dora gasps when Bradley throws his drink up jerkily, splashing her face with cranberry juice. "Look what you've done now..." He says, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and flinging it at her. "Here you go!"

She doesn't catch it, just lets it drop to the floor as she hikes up her skirts and rushes away blindly. She can hear laughter, feel eyes on her as she cuts through the crowd to get to the doors. Warm tears pool in her eyes as she tries to find a bathroom.

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_{Mentioning @Beatrice Dupont, @Jannette Applebottom and @Thorn Cullen
Isadora Ramona Everridge - Word count: 401 - Color: #631679 - Ency}

@Beatrice Dupont @Thorn Cullen

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I felt a hand on my shoulder and some yell out, I spun around and smiled at Thon, not scared as I could hear and smell her coming over to me. "He--" I stopped talking when I heard her burst out laughing as she gave me a look down. I huffed and crossed my arms.

"Lu, who is she?" Baxter whispered as he pulled on my clothes.

"My friend. Her name is Thorn," I said back, glaring at the laughing girl.

Someone else came over, "Get off the floor right now, what has gotten into you and right in front of these respectable people!" I gulped, he sounded very much in charge and important. I heard my mother scoff and I could see her pull Baxter closer to herself and that is when I looked at the oncoming man. My eyes went wide. Woah. he was very... intimidating.

"Mmm. Listen to this... gentleman young girl," father said, looking down at her. I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Get rid of them Lucian," I heard mother whisper to me quietly in German.

"I apologize for her behaviour, I am Eric Cullen I trust you have heard of us," he said, turning to my parents. My parents looked at him and my mother went first.

"Yes, I have heard of your family," she told him while father held his hand out for a handshake. "I am Sadie Mornstern, I trust you have heard of my family," she added.

"Georg Mornstern," father said, putting his hands in his pocket, probably subtly wiping his hand. "This is Baxter, he is a little shy," he added. I saw Baxter was behind mothers leg. I watched Thorn fake gag and I smiled briefly. My life actually flashed through my head then when she grabbed my arm and started dragging me away, I tried to shoot a look behind me at my mum, dad and Bax as they were still with Eric, but there was so many people and so I couldn't. I was so dead!

"Sorry for laughing," she apologised when we got to a secluded area, I didn't think that was possible.

I shrugged, "It's whatever. Mum decided that she would dress me like I was a toddler to this because of the whole dying my hair thing without her okay," I replied, making a notion to my purple hair. I fiddled with my ring, looking around to see if they had followed me to drag me back over, I knew she wasn't that petty but she did tell me no explicitly.

Also, I wonder where Kas is. I haven't seen her at all since we have been here, which, adamantly is not long, but still. Would have thought someone would have been there.

Credits to @Kim Sato for the lovely Banner.

Date: 25 Dec 2022

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Dylan had just been in a Yule ball the day before. It was Christmas Day and he was really excited. He had not been this excited for something. Not only would he have gifts under the Christmas Tree but also there would be things to do like this Ball. A part of was nervous. What if this ball isn't what it is supposed to be. What if something happens? He didn't want to be a sour puss about it but it was something that he couldn't stop thinking of; to be honest.

Well he walked outside his house to find an enchanted Sleigh. Great! This was a nice gesture. Well it was after all a Christmas Party. He was glad that he had changed his mind about the clothes the last minute and had worn something that would be appropriate and right for this party remembering that it said Black in the invitation card. He wore a balck suit with a black tie and black shoes. He was really looking good. So he was told by his mother. "Have fun Dylan." He heard his mother and father say in unison. "I will. See ya later mum and dad." He said waving to them.

He was happy that he was doing this alone. Yes he loved his parents but he sort of felt that they didn't need to overshadow him everywhere and be with him all the time. He made his way inside- making sure his suit did look nice after the sleigh ride there. He was really happy to be a part of a Christmas Party.

As soon as he walked inside he looked at everyone there. Wow this had turned out to be quite big. He gulped as he moved forward to move inside the room. He was a little lost as to who he should meet and whom to talk to.

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Tes wasn't one for dramatics, but she could confidently say this may be the worst Christmas she'd ever had in her life. First, her childhood best friend had ended up going on a trip with his family instead of spending it with her family, then her grandmother from America had come to visit, and to add insult to injury that very same grandmother had roped her into going to a ball. On Christmas! Tes wasn't too upset about going at first, thinking that a ball would be very fun, and her mums could go and they could bring their Christmas friends and everything!

Those dreams were crushed when with an apologetic smile from Tes's grandmother, whom she'd never even met in person until that very moment, explained that she was only inviting Tes along. She thought it'd be good for her to meet the "right people", which in her exact words meant no half-breeds or muggleborns. Tes still couldn't believe she'd had to hear that with her own ears in her family's home, and had ended up blinking back tears at the crestfallen look on both her mums' faces, the aforementioned "half-breeds and muggleborns".

That was all behind them now, though, and Tes was walking through a beautiful door that opened magically into a large room full of people in beautiful clothes. She took a second to look around, gaping in wonder and starting to take a blind step forward, eyes fixed on the biggest christmas tree she'd ever seen, when a hand gently landed on her shoulder, pulling her back to her grandmother's side. "Pick your jaw up off the floor, dear. It's a wonder your mothers never taught you any manners at all," Elaine said, shaking her head and frowning sadly.

Tes knew it was all because her grandmother loved her, but when she looked at her like that she couldn't help but feel like the way she'd looked at the sad stray kitten at the pound. She found herself blinking back tears again, wishing she was home at the bonfire with her family and the entire haunch of a cow Mx. Jemma had brought from their job at the butcher. Her gaze drifted down to the floor, watching her feet as they wobbled in the heels she'd so kindly been gifted (even if they hurt and she didn't like them), following Elaine across the floor through introduction after introduction.

She found herself blinking back tears time and time again as she was introduced as a Blackwood, and not a Stone, feeling right sorry for herself in her frilly dress and heels, with her hair gelled down and her freckles and rosy cheeks drowned under layers of pale makeup that made her look like a ghost. She felt guilty she wasn't having fun, since her grandmother was doing this all for her since she loved her, but all she found herself wishing for was her cozy home with her patched up jacket and duct-taped muck boots, and not here at this party feeling downright lonely dressed up like someone else.

She was dropping her gaze back to her feet after looking up to shake a well manicured hand connected to a face she'd never remember, when her attention was caught by a pair that looked about her age. Was that- PURPLE HAIR? Tes's attention locked onto the two, taking in the man's Slytherin green vest and brightly dyed hair, and the woman's intense makeup and hair and flowing dress. Tes loved it, and she immediately found herself drifting, face lighting up in a smile for the first time all night. "Watch your manners, child. Don't go too far," Elaine said flippantly, lifting her hand from where it had been on Tes's shoulder.

The smile dropped immediately, and her eyes drifted back to the floor, but Tes resolutely walked up to the two, not bothering to look up for fear of catching her grandmother's loving, but likely disapproving gaze. "Hiya! Or- er, Hello. Good evening. I'm Tes? Or Tesla. Blackwood. Sort of, tonight at least. Uh, I really like your hair, and both your outfits," Tes clasped her hands in front of her, humiliation burning brighter than the lit up Christmas tree. Without her usual sunshine yellow clothing and friendly smiles, combined with a casual wave and handshake and maybe some skipping around, she felt stiff and awkward, tension lining her shoulders.

Date: 25th of December

Time: Late Afternoon/Evening

Location: Dupont Family Manor

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Beatrice watched in pity as a apparently very mean boy splashed his drink at a poor girl. Her eyebrows pull together in a displeased way. Her eyes meet the eyes of a waiter and she points at the very rude boy. »Please escort this very rude gentlemen out and inform his family about him.« she says under her breath, turning away from Jannette so she doesn't necessarily hear her. The waiter nods and pulls out his wand, already on his way. She watched as he takes the young man's arm. The poor girl he had splashed had run out. Beatrice wanted to walk after her but it would have been incredibly rude to just leave Jannette and the other guests like that. Lucian apparently hadn't seen Beatrice or Jannette. Beatrice turned to the Applebottom girl again, smiling at her. »Jannette. Do you know Lucian Mornstern? He's a first year and in Slytherin, like us. Would you like to join me in walking over and saying hello?« she asked, taking a small sandwich of a plate that the waiters were carrying around and biting into it.

Poor Jannette didn't have a lot of time to answer because Beatrice already swooped her arm through Jannette's and started walking. She greeted everyone on her way, nodding and smiling kindly. Looking at Lucian, Beatrice ran straight into someone with her left shoulder Dylan who has just entered (@Damion White). She turned to the person immediately, poor Jannette getting whooped around in a fast motion. »I apologize, have a nice evening.« she said to him, a smile playing on her lips. Then Beatrice turned around again. What she did not know, was that some of her drink had spilled from her glass and onto his shoe. It was for fait it's for you to decide xD to decide if it would go into the shoe and what he would do about that because Beatrice was already walking again. Another Person had joined Lucian and that Girl who's name Beatrice had forgotten. Her black extremely big dress was very attention seeking in her opinion. The other person who had joined them was also wearing black but a much more subtle dress. It looked pretty.

Finally Beatrice had pushed her way through to Lucian, the other girl and the girl who has just joined them. »Good evening.« she said with a smile. »I hope you are enjoying the evening so far.« then she turned to the girl who had just joined them. »I'm Beatrice Dupont, I'd love to shake your hand but my hands are full so I can't.« she smiled, a joking tone swinging in her voice. This whole thing was just extremely boring and Beatrice wished for it to be over already, but no, this was going to last longer than she would like it to. Beatrice already dreamed of taking off these shoes and dress and going to bed. Perhaps she could sneak off a little earlier, she would even take these people if they wanted to. Well, she already knew Lucian and now Jannette. The only "these people" were Tesla, who's name she did not know yet and Thorn, who's name she had forgotten. She took the last bite of her sandwich, trying to make it seem as graceful as possible but that simply wasn't possible with these creme cheese and cucumber sandwiches.

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Interacting with/mentioning: ★@Jannette Applebottom★@Lucian Mornstern★@Isadora Everridge★@Damion White-Dylan★@Tesla Stone★@Thorn Cullen★/ - Open to Interactions

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date. 25 dec. 22

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Elira wanted to have a peaceful, family Christmas, with no social events to attend, no extended relatives to visit... but no, the idea of that just seemed absolutely outrageous to her parents. She had begged them to let her stay at home at least, but when they began with their usual monologues about how they had to obtain the family's image and representation in society, etc. etc, she knew she stood no chance of convincing them otherwise.

That is how Elira ended up angrily zipping up her dress in her room, grabbing her handbag and wand, before walking downstairs in silent fury, her parents waiting by the door impatiently.
"Elira, i understand that you'd rather stay at home and read or do whatever- but you need to be reasonable and understand that we need to go to this event. The Duponts are an important family." her father said sternly in italian.

"It is unreasonable that i have to be dragged along to ANOTHER one of these balls, just for your sake! What's the goddamn point of me even being there?" Elira retorted quickly and angrily right back at him, before stalking out of the door, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She heard her mother mutter something to her father quietly, but El paid no mind to it: she got into the back of the enchanted sleigh and sat there silently.

Her parents joined her soon after, and the sleigh launched off into the air. The journey there was silent on the girl's part: Elira's parents just continued to talk of matters she really didn't care for.

The sleigh landed them at the entrance of a manor that was, in Elira's opinion, almost as beautifully decorated as their own house. A grandly decorated christmas tree stood in the center, reaching up as high as what the girl presumed to be the second floor of the manor. The family stepped out, and the large doors opened to them leading them inside.

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