The Mistletoe Spin Group #3 Summer Camp 2024

time - evening	outfit here - hoodie and jeans
date - august 2	-
interacting with - @Wren Mornstern	n/a - mentioning

Bella didn’t like events like this. She stayed away from all the Hogwarts ones, so why was this one going to be any different? They always reminded her of the isolation she felt as a wizard and that feeling was so heavy on her heart that she simply didn’t want to experience it anymore. However, for once, she wanted to try. After spending most of her first year alone, Bella hoped that a new experience would be good for her. So the half-giant scribbled down her name to attend. Then the day actually arrived and she actually processed the title of the dance. Well, she could just avoid the bunches of mistletoe, right? Seemed easy enough.

Walking up to the dance floor that was assigned to her, Bella’s eyes widened. Everyone’s movements were so in sync with each other. There was no way that she could keep up. Dancing was like a negative talent for her. Yet, she stepped onto the floor and was carried away with the rest of the dancers. She didn’t know how to feel about the removal of her free will, but she was thankful to not have to think about her dancing. She passed through many partners while moving across the floor, but finally the music came to a stop and she found herself face-to-face with a girl from her year. The girl definitely looked familiar as Bella recalled her being from Gryffindor and on the Quidditch Team which Bella had recently joined at the end of the school year.

Feeling something hot dropping onto her hair, Bella looked up. Part of her breathed in relief as mistletoe wasn’t hanging above them, but candle wax wasn’t any good either. She looked down at the girl - Bella was almost a foot taller than her - and nodded as an introduction.

“We should probably move,” she spoke curtly and stepped out of the way of the wax.

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Group 3

MODERATION POST

Has someone spiked the punch on this group's light refreshments table with Babbling Beverage? No? Oh, it seems that they just like to chat, then! That's quite all right as we get riveting introductions and conversations from Acacia Murillo and Jessamine Hemlock, Ariam Vargas and Prat Pass, and Violeta Roux and Danielle Alden. They all seem to be dancing quite well, too. Movin' and a-groovin'!

Peter Smith and Emily Shephard seem quite content to hug under the mistletoe (take notes, people, for if you end up under this leafy green and would like to extend some gesture but don't quite want to snog). What a great example they're setting, and so cute, too! In the corner of the floor, Bella Barret steps out of the way of a candle dripping wax. Is that some kind of new-fangled dance move? The "jump to the left, stick it, glide"?

The music starts back up again, and the spell whisks everyone away to find a new partner... and by the time the violins fade out once more, each skilled dancer is paired with someone very new, in a situation that is either also new or vaguely familiar...

THE DANCE FLOOR HAS SPOKEN:
@Bella Barret and @Jessamine Hemlock end up under a candle… that is dripping wax on them!
@Emily Shephard and @Prat Pass end up under a candle… that is dripping wax on them!
Acacia Murillo (@Cass Ito) and @Alexandria Clark end up under a candle.
Ariam Vargas (@Aston Beckett) and Agnes Laurent (@Swan Clark) end up under a candle.
Peter Smith (@Brookline Quinn) and @Violeta Roux end up under the mistletoe!
@Danielle Alden and @Wren Mornsternend up under the mistletoe!

For any questions or concerns, please owl the moderator of this event, @Aly Salinger.

Also and very importantly, please make sure your action is clearly visible and separated from the rest of your post. Preferably put it in a quote at the bottom but as long as it's separate that's fine. I would also appreciate an inclusion of any stats and abilities you may have in your posts. Makes it much easier to mod!

August 2nd 2024

An Elegant Evening... For the Most Part with @Prat Pass
Mentioning Peter Smith @Brookline Quinn

Speech: #cfa120
Thoughts: Italics

Phew...!

With the most awkward part of the evening over and done with, Emily continued dancing with renewed confidence. She had to thank Peter for thinking up a simple solution. She ought to remember that idea should she ever find herself in a similar mistletoe match-up later on during the rest of the dance.

Speaking of which, with the music ramping up again, Emily re-joined the rest of her group and continued dancing alongside her classmates and visitors alike. She was no professional when it came to dancing but she was revelling in the spinning and the movements she shared with everyone across the dancefloor. It wasn't long before she was yet again paired with a partner. Not Peter, but this time a Slytherin boy in her year. She wasn't too friendly with him, having only seen him when passing each other in the corridors back at Hogwarts, but she wasn't closed off to the thought of trying to get to know her classmates better.

Dancing with him, she couldn't help but notice how well dressed he was for the occasion. Not that she was jealous, but she suddenly felt as if she didn't put enough effort into her own outfit, even though she was fitted perfectly fine in the clothes she was dancing in. She figured some people just liked to take it to the next level.

The music stopped and the duo found themselves under a candle. That was a relief to Emily. She would've gotten suspicious if she found herself under another bundle of mistletoe. Still, a hug had now become the compromise should it happen again, she decided. However, she noticed the candle was leaking wax and threatened to drip over the pair of them. It must be burning too close to the bottom of the wick, she thought.

A few drops of wax landed between them, inches away from Emily's shoes.

"Oh my..."

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Action: Dancing and Getting Dripped On with Prat Pass

Stats: Stamina: 7|Evasion: 6|Strength: 6|Wisdom: 8|Arcane Power: 7|Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Non-Human Enthusiast |Cat's Grace

date: August 8th time: dancin time location: Summer camp Ency: Ariam

mentions: Reducio Agnès Laurent @Swan Clark

languages english: #203731 Chilean Spanish: #d47121 thoughts: italics

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After Ariam's introduction the boy known as Prat replied with his name and a nod, Not the talkative type I see. Soon the small window between songs ended and Ariam was quickly swept away by the song once more. The song that was playing is growing on them, Must be the effects of the dance... Ariam focused on the song and danced, kinda wishing that they were able to dance themselves instead of having the spell do it. It's still fun, they just want to move to the beat and dance the way they want. Getting lost in their thoughts means that they didn't noticed when the song ended. Slightly shocked and a little startled, they looked up to check if it was a mistletoe before seeing who was in front of them. They relaxed a bit as they saw the candle above them once more, though Ariam was also slightly disappointed, I hope this won't last, I won't mind being under the mistletoe. Now Ariam finally got a look at the girl in front of them, it was a girl with blond hair, not someone they recognise. Once more thinking that polite conversation is the way to go Ariam said, "Hello, are you enjoying yourself? I'm liking the music a lot. It looks like we're under the candle. A normal one too." As they said the last comment Ariam looked over at one of the other candles, a girl they don't know and the boy they were with last round was there, under the candle with dripping wax. I hope their clothes don't get ruined. Action: dancing and talking Stats: stamina - 6 | evasion - 7 | strength - 0 | wisdom - 8 | arcane power - 9 | accuracy - 10 Abilities: Perfectionist & Advanced Casting

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Nodding at @Emily Shepard and then dancing away to find himself under the mistletoe again with @Violeta Roux

Roleplaying as approved Beauxbatons iNCP Peter Smith

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Peter nodded quickly at the brown haired girl as she danced away with the beat of the music. Her yellow dress twirled playfully in breeze the girl created as she spun away. Peter danced too, in the different direction, towards the middle of the dancefloor. He didn’t want to be embarrassed or the girl to embarrassed either if they were under mistletoe again nor a candle! Oh bloody Merlin, that’d be embarrassing if I hadn’t embarrass myself enough. Peter thought, as he flicked his glance around, his dark green gaze following the colors of the sky.

When the music stopped suddenly, Peter crossed his fingers, squeezed his dark green eyes, and hoped for a stupid candle. Looking up, with wide eyes, he could of screamed. It was mistletoe. Why did the stupid song make him pop under the mistletoe twice? Twice! For crying out loud, if the song had a problem with him, he could leave. He did not need to be here. He could be relaxing. Or persuading Brookline not to play this stupid game.

Peter took in a short breath. The Welsh boy placed his mind with an complex image he liked to sooth his anger, He glanced quickly at the girl he was dancing with. The dark haired girl had on a dark blue strapless dress and he thought it matched quite well with her blue eyes.

Uhh, what to say this time? Peter took a step backwards before his throat took charge and exclaimed with a half question, “Hello..?” His Welsh accent layered his words thickly and oddly strangely some how as he spoke.

outfit	date	key	stats
Reducio here!	Reducio 8/2/24	Reducio thoughts •English •Welsh• rp	Reducio 🆂🆃🅰 7•🅴🆅🅰 5•🆂🆃🆁 7•🆆🅸🆂 8•🅰🆁🅲 7• 🅰🅲🅲 6 calming presence affecting

OUTFIT ❀───────────❀ Reducio

TAGS & MENTIONS ❀───────────❀ @Wren Mornstern & @Violeta Roux

Danielle chatted with Violeta until the music started again, the spell quickly moving her feet along to the somehow known dance. She called out a goodbye to the girl as she got whisked away, the skirt of her red dress twirling with her. She switched partners many more times before the music began to slow to a stop once again.

Looking up, Dani found herself underneath some mistletoe with an unfamiliar girl. "Hey there!" She smiled, observing the girl. Dani was only a little bit taller than the brunette. Her skin was tan, but what struck her was the heterochromia. One eye was brown. The other? Blue.

"You're eyes are so cool!" she exclaimed before introducing herself, "I'm Danielle Alden, by the way." she said, a soft smile on her lips. Her hand moved to check her earrings and hair, making sure the necklace was straight and not one hair was sticking up.

Moving her hand back down to her side, Danielle then remembered they were underneath the mistletoe. She sighed, glancing up at it before thinking about what to do. Danielle recalled some other duo who got paired the round before, hugging. Maybe that's what they should do.

"Why don't we settle for a hug or something?" Danielle asked, voicing her thoughts out loud to the girl to see what she thought.

Action: Chatting with Wren and inquiring about a hug.
Stats: STA 7 / EVA 8/ STR 7 / WIS 6/ ARC 4/ ACC 7
Ency For Reference: Here!
Abilities: Lovely Creature in Effect

02/08/2024

"english" "french" "parselmouth" thoughts

outfit + vintage leather jacket + hair

Interactions: @Alexandria Clark Mentions:

Date: August 2nd Location: London Quidditch Stadium

Outfit: x

- The Mistletoe Spin -

Before she had managed to have a real conversation with the other girl, the music started up once again and she was whisked away among the other dancers. It was official- this spell sucked and was going to ruin her night. She wanted to dance, not be stuck in some stupid enchantment that meant that she couldn't even choose her partners. The waltz suddenly seemed stiff and boring, stifling rather than freeing. Why had she signed up for this again? Her legs itched to run, her fingers longed for her brooms cold handle. Just hours earlier she had been looking forward to this, but now she couldn't think of anything she wanted to do less.

The music slowing to a halt snapped her out of her thoughts. She attempted to pull her face into a smile for the girl she stood under a candle beside. Round two of introductions, then. Maybe talking could help turn this around."Hi" she said "Enjoying the dance?". Making up her mind to ask all of her partners schools to see if she could collect a set, she tapped her boot against the ground while waiting for the music to start up once again. "Im Acacia, from castelobruxo. You a local here?" she asked. Hogwarts was as good of a guess as any, though if the girl did turn out to be another Hogwarts student it would ruin her set collecting attempts.

Funnily enough, she did feel a little bit better about the whole dance thing now. Perhaps she wouldn't run off just yet.

Action: Dancing and chatting

time - evening	hoodie and jeans - outfit
date - august 2	-
interacting with - @jessamine hemlock	@wren mornstern - mentioning

Bella’s partner didn’t respond. She wondered if the girl was shocked to be paired with a half-giant. Surely not as they had classes together, right? Maybe it was nerves, but there wasn’t any mistletoe hanging above them, just burning hot wax. Before Bella had more time to contemplate why her partner wasn’t speaking, music spread across the dance floor again and she felt herself being pulled into another number. Perhaps she had gotten lucky enough to not cross paths with a certain pure-blood during this dance and her first, but that luck would soon be running out.

The music ended and Bella met the eyes of a demon. No, the queen of the demons. Almost colorless blue orbs and a perpetual smirk stood across from her. Memories of wretched wizard gatherings, pointed fingers, and laughing at her expense surfaced from the depths of her brain. Bella had done a good job of avoiding Jessamine Hemlock over the past year and it seemed like Hemlock wanted nothing to do with her as well. But fate was obscene.

Bella instinctively backed away, wearing an expression of fear mixed with disgust and forced indifference. She didn’t want Hemlock to see the effect their past had on her. She stayed silent, waiting for the predator to make her move and completely ignoring the dripping wax.

action: backing away and staring at jessamine hemlock
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