Blossom Ball Dancefloor Event Closed

God Mod Permission Given by Anatole Evans
Interacting With Elena Jangleton and Miko Limof
Elena Jones and Anatole Evans Have Left The Party

Some people were running off in random directions, it looked like anyone that'd been near the crazy stabby child were particularly running. Although looking at her assembled friends, Elena had an idea, a small idea, and probably one that wouldn't work out too well but an idea all the same.

"So, I heard there's cabins nearby, if anyone wants to get a bit of peace and quiet, I'm going to steal some cupcakes and head on over." Elena demonstrated by pulling a small container out of her satchel and taking five cupcakes, 2 Cream Puff, Peach, Chocolate, and Strawberry and Peanut Butter Ice-Cream. Delicious.

"Anyone who's up for a bit of an adventure, just follow me. I have a marauders map, it'll get us there fast." Elena closed up the pilfered cupcakes and put them safely in her bag, "Otherwise, well I don't know, maybe just mill around the party?"

The Slytherin mostly wanted to spend some time away from all the bright lights and loud noises and oh holy lord was that some fifth years making out? Did not bear thinking about, moving onward and hopefully towards a better train of thought. Elena smiled at her friends hopefully and adjusted her tie before just leaving the party, hoping they would follow.

On the way past Elena saw a kid with a tablecloth on his head, and decided to take his hand and drag him along with her.

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To go, or not to go, that was the question River had been contemplating since she first heard about the upcoming Blossom Fest. River had never in her life been a fan of these fancy things, and she had certainly never been to a ball before. I'm going to be all by myself, I don't have anyone to go with, and I don't even know what I'll wear... She laid down on her bed, and looked thoughtfully up at the celling. I mean, there's nothing better for me to do anyway. She thought, as River did not have any homework to be done, and didn't make other plans either. She didn't really know herself, but she did have an urge to go. She wanted to see what it was like, and who would be there. Maybe she'd meet some nice people she could get to know. After what seemed like hours of just lying there, contemplating, she decided she'd just go. And if she didn't like it, she could just leave, it was that simple.

Now for what to wear... She had only packed a few things in case of an event like this, so she didn't have much of a choice when it came to attire. Of course, the few things she had packed, were things she liked, so she knew she'd feel a little confident in her outfit at least. She pulled her dress, shoes and accesories out of the bottom of her luggage, and changed. She went over to a mirror, and admired her work. It was certainly something different from her usual sweaters and jeans.

River had been nervous about what to wear, as she had never really felt comfortable wearing a dress, but for the occasion, she had put on a simple, dark blue one, which reached her calves. Sure, River had mannaged to make herself wear a dress, but there was a line she did not feel comfortable crossing. She would NOT wear heels. Nope River had decided to put on her trusted, black converse with her dress, it was a choice she knew came with a lot of controversy, but she didn't really care. She had even done her hair fancy, which she actually liked in these rare instances. To top the whole outfit off, she wore her necklace with the pendant of a small bird, which she never took off.

River walked nervously up to where the dancefloor was. Trying to take it all in, not that it was an easy task, as River could feel her anxiety slowly creeping up on her, ready to attack from behind. She took a deep breath, and shook her head slightly, he wouldn't let her anxiety ruin this. She hadn't put herself in a dress, just to leave after a few seconds. No she was staying.

When pushing her anxieties away, with difficulty, she actually saw how incredible the place looked. It was truly different than what she had expected. Maybe it was worth going after all? She thought to herself as her mood lightened a little by the atmosphere of her surroundings.

The young Ravenclaw stood silently by the side of the dance floor and looked carefully around for familliar faces. She noticed a few, but no one she really knew that well. She had never been great at attempting to make frieds, but it seemed like today would be an opportunity to practise. Still, she did not feel ready to approach anyone, she wasn't that upfront, or brave for that sake. Perhaps the food will be something to check out while warming up to all the surrounding people? She thought, as she spotted the tables a little bit away from her.
She walked up to the table decked up with more cupcakes than she had ever seen. She picked one thet looked particularly appealing. It was a brown one with white frosting, and River expected it to be chocolate or something along those lines. She took a bite. Wow, that's good! she thought. It was not chocolate as she had expected, but rather coffee flavoured. She loved herself a cup of coffee, so she definitely did not mind that. She continued nibbling on the cupcake as she stood there, looking at all the surrounding people enjoying themselves.

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River's Outfit|

Brief Explanation: Anatole and Alexx (and maybe others, but these two I know for sure) do end up leaving the ball with Elena Jones. However, we agreed that in order for this to happen, we need a few more posts in the ball for conversational purposes. That being said, this post is before Anatole leaves (permission given by Anatole Evans, plotted 4/1/19).

Interacting With: Finley McGill and Anatole Evans
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Turning her attention to the first year, Alexx smiled, very relieved that she was found. It was truly amazing how many people she really knew. Once she thought about it, Alexx realized that she had more friends than she really considered. Finley was not someone who she expected to enjoy being around. It had very little to do with her as a person, but really, Alexx didn't seem to be around first years a lot. She had no reason to be. However, after meeting Finley and passing an excessive amount of notes, she decided that this was someone who she would enjoy being around.

She smiled, nodding her head. "Indeed, it has been a while," Alexx confirmed, tilting her head. She reached onto her shoulder and pulled Rosalie down, presenting her to Finley. "This is Rosalie. She's my new pet," she explained, watching the ball rotate around on her palm. She smiled fondly at her companion, thorough enjoyment filling her. Somehow, Alexx knew that Rosalie would draw people to her.

Before she could continue the conversation, out of the corner of her eye, Alexx spotted a familiar face. Well, she had seen him around before, though she would admit that the two had never really interacted. But he was Anatole Evans, formed Head Boy. How could anyone in her year or up not know about Anatole? The better question was- what happened to this kid, anyway? She always sort of suspected that he was a burn out; got tired of playing a part and ditched or something. Kind of like when you start in school really smart but as the years go on you have no will to continue it and everything slips away from you? Secretly, Alexx always figured that happened to Anatole. Being Head Boy must have been hard work, anyway, so no one could really blame him. Besides, now they had-! Well, no one, actually. But it was cool. Life at Hogwarts went on.

Turning back to Finley, Alexx started up again. "Sorry to change topics so quickly, but you see that boy right there?" She asked, gesturing discretely in the direction of the Former Head Boy. "That's Anatole Evans. You might not remember him too well if at all, or maybe you've head of him- I don't know. The point is that I think we should go say 'hi', be... Ya know... Nice." She didn't really know what else to suggest, all she knew was that she needed to meet Anatole Evans formally. Merlin, how she missed her gossip column days. This would have been the perfect coverage. Slytherin Insider on The Mysterious Anatole Evans: What happened to the beloved Head Boy? Where is he now? What a title that would have made.

Glancing back towards the direction of Anatole, Alexx smiled, inching slightly closer, however not too far away from her friend. "Anatole!" She called out, hoping to grab his attention. She didn't know how well he would take to a stranger's approach, though she secretly hoped he wasn't hostile or anything. Perhaps, though, he would recognize her as a staff member. That is- if he knew. She joined the team after he left, but maybe word got around to him? However, Alexx wasn't exactly a big shot; she wasn't popular, nor was she hanging around a crowd that stood out from the rest. Alexx drifted and found herself emerged in little groups and friendships here and there, but she didn't find herself being popular. So, maybe not. However, there is always time for first impressions.

Finley was extremely excited to see a small pet like Alexx had! It had been so long since she had seen her family cat, which was rather bratty, and the miniscule furry thing reminded her of the feline friend. Of course, Alexx looked beautiful, but Finley would rather be entranced in this ball of fluff. As the girl pulled the thing, introduced as Rosalie, off her shoulder, Finley let out a light squeal of joy and tried to pick up the thing. ”Aww! She’s so cute!” It clearly wasn’t used to her touch, so she jumped back her hand as the Pygmy Puff came closer. ”Little...feisty, isn’t she?” She laughed, smoothing out her yellow frock. While Finley was entranced by the girl’s pet, the other girl was busy scouting out the region. While Alexx was thinking strategy, Finley thought affection. While Alexx thought of legends and rumours, Finley thought of the singular moment: sweet and lovable. It was even safe to say that Finley loved this girl even more just because of her pet, who slowly warmed up to her touch. Rosalie was just so adorable!

”Huh?” Finley was snapped out of her rose-colored pet trance when Alexx’s voice ran back into her ears. Something about a boy? None of her instances with boys so far had been good. ”Yeah, I see him...behind that table?” The name Alexx brought up held very little meaning to Finley. She hadn’t paid much attention to student government, and at this point didn’t even know who her Prefects were! ”His name doesn’t sound too familiar…” Finley remarked with a grimace. ”Last time a Slytherin told me to say hi to a boy across the room, I had to hug a boy in a teddy bear suit. You’ve got to be sure about this!” She was rather blunt with her statement, but Alexx had a much nicer first impression, so she decided to trust her for once. ”Alright, fine…” Finley accepted her offer and walked over to the boy, making sure Rosalie was falling right behind.

As Alexx called the boy’s name, Finley made sure to remember it. He sounded oddly important from Alexx’s point of view. Anatole Evans. Anatole Evans. ”Uhm, hi Anatolieee,” Finley mispronounced. ”I’m Finley McGill. Nice to meet you!” This plot sounded oddly familiar, so Finley decided to bite into her cupcake more, cross her fingers, and hope for the best.

The boy arrived on the floor a tad bit late, but it was such a hassle getting dressed without creasing his suit, and with the added challange of the wheelchair, he had a valid excuse. His appearance though, was worth it I believe. 

Unlike the other males, who wore plain, or childish suits, Rowan wore something... extraordinary, because well... he was a rich pure blood, with a father who simply wouldn’t accept him looking like anything but the most important guest at the event. 

His hair had been swept back, the usually unruly curls flattened with some product, so it was slicked. Some blue gems and silver studs adorned the many piercings in his ears. Khol lined his eyes, only making his pale eyed gaze sharper. Simple silver bands adorned his fingers, shimmering in the light as he rolled through the grass. 

And finally, the crowning jewel. The suit. The pale flowers adorning the blazer seemed to sway gently with the ripple of the fabric. A tie to match. And the black shirt only further in contrast with his fair complexion. 

Rowan looked over the crowd, smiling slightly. So many careless youths. His eyes landed on one person in specific though. Miko. 

The male rolled over to him, the same smile on his face as he approached. His harsh gaze would seem to cut into him though, more intimidating than he really ment it to be.

“Hello again, Miko.”

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