The Masquerade Ball Event Closed

Interacting with @Dan Palmer

Reducio

Abilities
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter

Stamina ───────── ◃    5    ▹

Evasion ───────── ◃    12    ▹

Strength ───────── ◃    5    ▹

Wisdom ───────── ◃    9    ▹

Arcane ───────── ◃    5    ▹

Accuracy ───────── ◃    9    ▹

interacting w/ @Kaegen Deathmote | mention @Piérre Marchonné & @Nico Shymane & @Alaric Equinox

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Her plan, what she thought was a flawless one had gone down hill on almost an instant after she made the slit on her palm. Whatever Kaegen muttered into the shorter boy’s ear, it must have certainly worked as the jester boy began to defend Kaegen with impressively opinionated sentences. Although Aurelia admired his courage, a frown still formed on her face especially when he implied that she was a racist. This small boy had no clue what she had gone through and what a savage Kaegen was yet he antagonised her.

Moreover, he abruptly shoved her away, causing her to let a small gasp. Without the heels, Aurelia wouldn’t have stumbled but unfortunately she did. Using the edge of a table to support herself, Aurelia regained her balance only for the boy to toss a cup of punch in her direction. Taking a side step just in time, the punch splattered near her feet.

Then she felt someone grasp her hand, the one which had been severed.

It's been awhile, Aurelia. Mind explaining me what is going on...?'

The girl who had taken her hand in a rather sturdy grasp was one she didn’t recognise. Although for some spectacular reason, the red-head identified her and referred her to by her name despite the mask obscuring more than half her face. Although the girl’s features rang a bell, Aurelia could not pin-point who the girl was. “Do I know you?” Aurelia could not help but ask.

It wasn’t until a professor approached them and addressed the girl as ‘Shymane’ did Aurelia finally recalled who she was. It was Nico, her former colleague. When the man stepped closer, the feeling that Aurelia identified as a dhamphir’s Aura grew tenfold and Aurelia never felt so terrified. It sure as hell was not be the ambience of the young dhamphir. It was Professor Equinox. Yes, Aurelia heard the rumours of the Dhamphir Professor. He stood in front of her, bearing his fangs as he spoke. Aurelia didn’t like it one bit that he was using his Dhamphir abilities to his own advantage, to instil terror and intimidate her. A scowl formed on her face as she glared back at him. As a human, there was not wat she could overcome that uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach that screamed at her to flee. The astronomy professor could have asserted his authority effectively over her without the use of his aura like any other professor would, but yet he had to. Not to even mention his fangs.

Her plan had obviously failed. Aurelia was about to do as she was told, to leave when she overheard the small boy whisper a few words to Kaegen. “Of course he knows diffindo, it’s the spell he almost killed me
with.” She interrupted, a her lips pressed in annoyance before adding, “Did I plan on what I wanted to do because of of his race or because of what he has done or perhaps even what harm he might do in the future? And now you’re encouraging him to take a chandelier down.”

““I admire you but not so much of your naivety,” She put in. As a small act of dominance, she reached out with her unhurt hand and gave the shorter boy’s hair a ruffle. She then produced her wand, that was strapped on to her leg and hidden under her dress the entire time. Waving it, she muttered, “Reparifors,” and the cut on her palm healed in an instant. After she was done, she made her way towards the exit.

Unless stopped, Aurelia would leave.

@Max Avery @Phaedra Stavrou

There was a lot of commotion going on but Dymphna ignored it. It was being taken care of, besides she wasn't a Prefect. The music made it harder to hear what exactly it was about but it would likely be in the newspaper anyway. That or she would ask Alexx about it later. It didn't hurt to be curious. It could hurt to get involved. She looked silly with her wand tucked behind her ear but it didn't hurt to be on the safe side. Her cousin was there too, something she kept in mind since the last time she felt compelled to use magic outside of her studies. She continued towards the food table where her friends were waiting.

"Having a good time?" If only they would play something else. Celestina Warbeck was preferable but anything other than this nonsense noise. What kind of formal ball played music that you could headbang to? "You both look nice tonight. I love your hair like that, Phae." The nickname slipped out, something she usually didn't do was call others by a nickname, despite preferring to go by Dymph herself. In her eyes, she and Phaedra had grown closer since the disaster in the library. She thought of her as a friend these days and now Max was a new addition. Both Keepers in their respective houses, she was sure they would see more of one another in the future.

"Macarons!" With a colorful assortment of them stacked on a small plate, she surveyed the room. Most were mingling with one another, some somehow dancing or even... kissing?! Dymphna made a face at that. It wasn't much about the cooties anymore. There was a time and place for something that intimate and in her opinion, it wasn't at a very public event within the school of all places. She couldn't imagine kissing anyone, let alone in a place of learning. With a roll of her eyes, she turned back to the... couple? It suddenly occurred to her that they might be on a date but Max had motioned her over.

"Am I intruding on anything?" It was a bit blunt for her taste but Dymphna didn't want to ruin their night. She was too polite and didn't want to become a third wheel. Rosie had obviously been on a date of her own too. Was third year the year that all of her friends would start going on dates? There was some pressure there, an awkward feeling that perhaps she was missing out on something but it would be hard to find someone who didn't see her for her Veela ancestry, or so she thought. She gave a concerned glance Phaedra's way, hoping to convey that if it were a date, she didn't want to bother them.

Reducio

by Thea Knott

Janus had seen most of his dorm mates leave as he'd tried to tie his mask. When his parents had known there would be a masquerade ball, they had wasted no time sending him all he needed. The pack came with a letter, written by his mother in a lively tone he had never seen her use around magical events. She had informed him that his sister and her had carefully chosen his suit in an apparently famous shop, while the mask was an old one his father had found among his inheritance. When Janus had opened the packaging though, he'd seen red fabric. Red, dark red, wine red, whatever shade it was it was still Gryffindor's colour. In those two months at Hogwarts he had watched his house face the Lions twice already, and he'd developed a fierce sporting rivalry towards them. It was nothing serious but he'd have rather not gone to the ball dressed in red. His mother and sister couldn't know it though and it was probably too late to ask for another suit, so he'd just sighed and put it on for that evening.

Reducio

At least the old mask was cool, a silver bird with openwork wings, one filled with black stones and the other with pearlescent gems.

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The only problem were the laces with which he'd been battling for the past minutes, but after some efforts he managed to tie them up behind his head. Under the mask, he'd be wearing the magically adapting contact lenses some older year had thankfully given him, taking pity on his near-blindness without glasses.

He glanced one last time in the mirror before following the other lategoers out of the common room and down the moving stairs in long, careless strides. When he got to the ballroom he was taken aback by how elegant the whole setting looked, that is until the band he hadn't noticed started screming a new song. He supposed he wasn't meant to stand in the entrance all night, so he started moving through masked strangers towards the buffet he'd spotted in a corner. When he got there, he stuffed a couple biscuits in his mouth before grabbing a glass of whatever that drink was. When he gulped it down carelessly he almost choked on it, but he managed to noticed that it tasted exactly like Pimm's, even though it didn't look anything like it. It didn't seem to be alcoholic though, which made him like it even more. When his grandma had made him secretly taste the cocktail, he'd thought the alcohol just dampened down the fruit flavour.

Glass in hand, he made a couple steps farther into the room to take a better look at all the masks and costumes. Just then, he felt something soft brush against his ankle; he looked down just in time to avoid stepping onto the fat cat at his feet. Without missing a beat he crouched down, sloshing some drops of drink onto its fur in the process, and put his hand near the cat's snout to sniff. He thought it'd probably still smell the biscuits he'd eaten; "And how the hell did you end up in here, eh?" he softly asked the grey feline. He couldn't think of a reason a cat would wander into such crowd. An idea suddenly struck him; maybe it was an Animagus! It would be the perfect masking.

As he began to study the cat more closely, he felt the people around him get nervous or excited because of something. It wasn't because of a sound, the metal music and chatter drowning most of it, it was more like a collective shift in attention and movements. Getting curious, he stood back up and looked around. There seemed to be some tension gathering up ahead; an adult figure, a redheaded girl and someone with a joker mask all standing between a white-dressed student and... his weird House mate, the one who had stood by himself even on the dodgeball pitch. He also suddenly noticed a giant pink shape arriving out of the corner of his eye and when he recognised the voice he groaned internally. Externally, he smirked thinking about those poor students having to deal with Prof. Berg- the flying professor. She was funny at a distance but could be really annoying when all you wanted was some peace and quiet.

While he was turning his head to follow the professor's approach, his gaze met the mask standing right next to him and he freezed. It was a mildly terrifying cat mask, grinning with countless little teeth, and Janus had to reassure himself that it was a completely harmless object by discreetly looking at the dark hair slipping out of it. It was a masquerade ball, he probably looked weird as well in his bird mask and Gryffindor-red suit. Shaking himself and redirecting his focus to the commotion in front of him, he tried to understand why they all seemed so angry with the girl in white but quickly lost interest in the forthcoming detention, and remembered he had a possible Animagus to study. He crouched back down to the cat's level and offered him his drink.

@Saskia Nicholson

Thea walked into the ball room, surprised to see that there was already a number of people there. Amongst them she could see some familiar faces - not exactly friends though. There was the Ilvermorny boy whom she's met when they were first arriving (here she made a mental note not to approach or just all out avoid him for now) as well as a golden haired girl she believed to be the slytherin prefect she was absolutely terrified of.

Well, she came down the stairs and corrected her mask. It was a beautiful one - the msot recognizable thing in her outfit, among the white and blue dress and sparkly golden flats, the mask tied it all together. It was golden, but that's not exactly what your eyes would focus on. You'd instead first see the giant antlers coming out of the mask which Thea had made herself. Paper mache wasn't too hard to make or just come by and even if, she could ask her parents to send her something - like the wire the antlers were based on. They were also golden, and it was just a good mask overall.

Even with her face covered, Thea still felt uncomfortable. Whenever she'd do anything to make herself stand out even more she'd felt uncomfortable - it was a bit weird. She'd recently gotten her hair cut much much shorter than she had in her first year, and she'd felt like everyone was staring, even if she knew it wasn't true.

She'd quickly scanned the room yet again, seeing a couple of pairs dance and a girl with a literal cat whom some other guy was trying to feed punch. She blinked a couple of times and scurried over to the corner, noticing some of the talking paintings have been transferred. Do you think if you'd drop some punch on the paintings they'd be able to taste it? Yep, these were the weird thoughts crossing Thea's mind. It's also why she'd not noticed that the corner she'd chosen was already occupied by a tall boy she'd never seen before.

The Hufflepuff leaned against the wall and look at the ballroom once more, trying to keep her antlers out of the paintings.

-Leaped away from pierre
-Moved towards the professors
-moved to the side so his attack wouldn't be head-on
-attacked alaric's side.

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The corridor outside of the ball.