The Mistletoe Spin Group #8 Summer Camp 2024

english | russian

Amina’s gaze lingered on the freshly kissed girl for a second, completely oblivious to the wax-dripping and almost-punching drama on the dancefloor. The dark haired girl really was rather cute and pretty and the blush just made her look even more adorable. Durmstrang's smile grew even wider when she mirrored her silly curtsy. Apparently, Hogwarts or the other schools did know how to have fun, even if they stumbled into it as this one, judging by her reaction, did.

Amina had no more time to engage in a conversation. The music tore them apart and made her join the group dance once more. The redhead beamed at every person she passed on to, not recognizing any of them. Weirdly enough, most of them didn’t seem to enjoy the event as much as she did. Many faces that crossed her way were neutral, confused or looked like their owner stumbled in here by accident.
This was a feeling totally not relatable to the Durmstrang girl. She was having a blast! It was the perfect setup, like speed dating, just with the fun part of dancing and now awkward staring at each other moment, no. It gave you the perfect excuse to get right down to business! If she was looking for a relationship, this would have been the perfect event to lay the groundwork. But fortunately, she wasn’t - so she was just her to enjoy herself and not get burdened by hurt feelings or her crush kissing someone else.
That train of thought prompted her to look for Aaron again in the crowd. How was it for people that were in a relationship, she wondered.

Her thought train was abruptly stopped at the same time as the music. Wow! That was one of the rare moments in her life when Amina was speechless.
It was as if she was looking into a super cute and better-dressed mirror. The girl she was now finding herself with under a candle was simply breathtakingly beautiful and so incredibly cute. Unlike Amina, she had done her hair properly and her pink dress matched the theme perfectly. She looked like a Disney princess.
Amina blinked a few times to collect herself, then it bursted out of her, just when the girl introduced herself. “So you got the color code memo too?!” She had automatically reverted to her American tongue because the other girl had also approached her in English. That's how quickly her charade dissolved. Her laughter, which followed her astonished statement, made it clear that she was only joking.
Still giggling, her bright green eyes formed into crescent moons by the wide smile, she indicated a small bow. “Thank you very much, Winnie. I am Amina. And I have to say, you look stunning. The color really suits you! And what a great outfit. Mine can't hold a candle to it!” She grinned meaningfully at the hovering light above them.

The string of mutual compliments broke off when Winnie was distracted, admittedly very respectfully summarized by the other student and with an appropriate heads up. Amina turned to see what she was taking care of with a wind jinx and her gaze met the couple who had come to a halt under a mistletoe not far from them.
No matter if the spell was successful or not, her eyebrows rose and she turned back to Winnie with a wry smile. “Thank you for your kind words. And you, too. You should be a writer, no one ever put it that galentelly.” Then she nodded to the wand to appreciate her work. “And very crafty” She would have been even more impressed if she had seen the small girl stopping the punch before. Amina had a nag for people that tended to intervene. And this action didn’t go unnoticed.
She looked at the girl inquiringly, then shrugged with a grin, ready to make a suggestion. “You know, in my opinion, you don’t need a plant to decide when you kiss someone.” Unknowingly, she made the same point as a certain Ravenclaw, just the other way around. With her head tilted and a twinkle in the corner of her eye, she continued.
“If you want to make them jealous or simply get their attention, I can kiss you. Only if you want of course.”
Amina wouldn't mind. She had already kissed a lot of people and she had to admit that she was very curious about this one. Besides, it could also get her attention. But she had also learnt that not everyone took kissing as lightly as she did. Patiently, she would wait for the girls decision.

Or not so patiently. Actually, that felt like a great idea. “Look, it will be fun!” Amina would take Winnie’s hand and squeeze it. She would lead the girl into a spin, then quickly wrap the other arm around her and lean her backwards into an elegant falling figure.
She would grin at the girl. Winnie was so light and petite that she could easily hold her with one arm. With the other free hand she would brush a red curl out of her eyes and if she didn't pull back, Amina would gently and quickly place her lips on hers.

Interacting | @Akari Kato | @Winnie Harper
Mentions | @Aaron Jones | @Opeila Winters | @Percival Gray | @Pericles Dralt

Action: Kissing Winnie if she allows it (her writer confirms)
Stats: STA: 9 | EVA: 17 | STR: 8 | WIS: 6 | ARCP: 2 | ACC: 17
Inventory: Wand, Broom (Silver Arrow)
Abilities: Muggle Condition | Fearless | Foulplay | Lovely Creature (Allies: None, all may admire her) | Evasive Maneuvers

@Winnie Harper @Dorion Anderson @Evelynn Decipio@Opeila Winters

Percival closed his eyes and waited for the iron fist of Dori to hit him fiercely in the face. However, after waiting a few moments the pain he was expecting never came. His eyes hesitantly opened to see her fist caught by none other than Winnie, who seemed to be concerned with both of her friends fighting with each other. Gray glared at Dori first and sighed to her departing warning, an indication that their feud had only just begun.

"Please, I don't need anyone to protect me. When I give you a free punch, make sure you hit me next time."

The Slytherin slowly shook his head and turned his attention to the worried Winnie, his ears not catching what Evelynn had to say about his pureblood ideals "Tá mé ceart go leor Winnie, bhí an t-amadán chun bualadh orm ar aon nós..." (I'm fine Winnie, the fool was going to hit me anyway...)he said with a brief smile of thanks to the fellow Irish girl before the music suddenly pulled them apart once more. The fact that she saved him made him respect her even more. Not many people had done that for him during his time at Hogwarts, it was only right he repaid the favor one day.

Pulled through the crowd, it didn't take long to for him to get pulled into his next partner. Thankfully, it was Opeila, a girl who didn't seem to want to kill him like the others "Well, long time no see Opeila. I apologize if I have caused a scene" Gray said respectfully just before his eyes looked up to see the mistletoe hovering above their heads. His blue eyes glared back at her with a curious look, almost as if he was daring himself to try something. At the start of the night, he wasn't looking for a kiss. Although, it seemed like the mistletoe was trying to indicate something considering it had landed on him two times in a row now. Finally accepting his choice, a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth as he began to lean forward.

"Shall we?"

Jokes aside, it was nice to know things were cool between Aly and him. Elsian had never been one for drama but between forgetting faces and some hilariously ill timed shenanigans sometimes you could never be too sure…

Look at him, not being in the wrong for once! No surprise grudges from people he hit with a couch today. Dori would be so proud.

Speaking of Dori-

He turned his head at the sound of their voice and no wonder he hadn’t been able to spot them before, they were way behind him with…oh…oh. Whatever small flare of irrational jealousy he might’ve felt upon seeing Dori under the mistletoe with literally anyone, because hey, not fair that was his spot, quickly crawled into a ditch to shrivel up and rot the moment he realized it was Percival. Because he’d heard some things from Dorion, learned about just how deep their hate went for the guy, been there for all the ugly memories Dori felt comfortable enough to share and it was impossible to be jealous when all he felt was a deep sense of disgust and unease at Dori being anywhere near Percival.

It made something in him revolt against the very idea. Hands itching to grab his wand, to pull Dori away, to do anything, literally anything even if it just meant putting himself between Dori and Percival because the thing was, he’d seen that look before. Not often, but eerily without fail whenever the Slytherins name popped up and Dori- talented, intelligent and strong willed Dori… well Elsian damn well knew what Dorion was capable of. Which he loved about them, they were perfect; but unlike him Creampuff hated getting in trouble.

Or at least caught red handed.

So yeah, he didn’t want Dorion anywhere near the guy. At least, not in a public setting when they had that look because it’d be a real bummer if they got in trouble for attempted murder in front of so many witnesses.

Of course any of that logic was violently thrown out the window when Dorion actually threw the first punch because wow, okay, wow. Logic and reason could take a hike and his only regret in life was not being close enough to tackle Winnie long enough for Dorion to take the shot because holy shit that was hot and pissed off Dori had no business being that attractive??? Dorion apparently pulled off bloodlust alarmingly well. His boyfriend was so freaking amazing, nothing in the world could have stopped the lovestruck look on his face and damn it all Dorion was not the only one robbed of justice when the punch was stopped.

The moment couldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds. Between whatever few words Dori had with…ew, Percival…and the almost fight, Elsian felt almost frozen. Barely able to wave off Aly’s words with a halfhearted smile and, “yeah same,” and walk a few steps towards where Dorion was because he might’ve not been able to make out the whole conversation but he could hazard a guess before the music picked up and he was suddenly torn back into place by his own feet.

He felt horribly wronged. Robbed even. Enjoying the dance felt close to impossible when all he could focus on was trying to pick Dori from the blur of faces and the sudden, all consuming need to kiss them and make a date of Dori getting revenge because that almost punch had awoken something in him.

It felt like years and seconds simultaneously before the music finally stopped.

For a moment, Elsian swore he’d seen Dorion with Evelynn. A usually hidden danger in their eye with a promise for hidden violence and if he wasn’t so ridiculously smitten with possibly questionable taste he’d be worried about whatever plots they were sure to plan. As it stood? The lazy Gryffindor was mostly annoyed that it wasn’t him over there.

Begrudgingly he turned to his latest dance partner when he realized Creampuff wasn’t in immediate view. Probably hidden behind other dancers…

“Hey Aaron,” he greeted, slowly returning the smile with a lazy grin of his own. They weren’t quite acquaintances, but not quite strangers; Elsian knew him well enough as a classmate what with them in the same year but they hardly spoke. Still, between their few interactions and how Dorion spoke about him positively enough he felt comfortable being friendly. Anyone who was good in Dorions book was good in his.

Catching sight of the wax Elsian snickered. “How’d that even happen?” he laughed, and it was a battle to not reach out and try to pluck it off the ruined fabric. Sadly for his newest dance partner, for all Elsian knew how to stitch his way through a pattern he was little help in the art of wax removal. He wasn’t in the habit of getting into fights with candles after all.

“Can’t say that I do,” he offered with a little shrug, unhelpful as ever. “You look like you lost a fight to a candle-” he squawked in surprise, teasing cut pathetically short as wax dripped down on them. This was…the worst? Guess Aaron hadn’t been lying, though what were the chances he’d end up under two dripping candles?

…apparently high with Aarons lousy luck.

He threw a look mixed between accusing and amused at the other boy, “what’d you do to piss off the candles Aaron?”

Before there was time for any other interaction with the pretty girl who had given Akari a sweet little smooch on her cheek, the music up and yanked her away once more, tossing her around as the notes filled the air.

Once it finally came to a stop again, without thinking twice Akari reached out an arm, immediately noticing her new partners loss of balance, though in all the upheaval not quite processing who it was.

Her gaze could not help but fall upon the gorgeous red ensemble that the girl in front was dressed in. It was beautiful and she was nearly about to pipe up with a compliment when her eyes widened a little bit seeing who it was. Aaron’s ex…

An immediate rush of guilt flooded over Akari, remembering that she had paid little attention to how she must have felt seeing her ex flaunt a new girl. Though Akari did not know any details and had no idea when or why they had broken up she had obviously sided with Aaron and was so smitten she did not care to think of any other perspectives or feelings.

Akari’s head snapped up making sure she was not trapped under another mistletoe plant, for that would surely have made this interaction even more awkward than it was already likely going to be.

Hearing the girl speak up Akari bit her lip awkwardly, looking down to avoid eye contact. All this over a boy, one who didn’t even actually like her…
”Sorry” She then blurted, though it came out as more of a whisper, not knowing whether she was apologizing for the obvious elephant in the room, the fact they were paired up or that the girl had almost lost her balance.

Action: Being Awkward

Reducio

Abilities: | Charmer | Impartial | Prodigal DADA Learner | Cat's Grace |
Stats: Stamina: 7 Evasion: 12 Strength: 5 Wisdom: 9 Arcane Power: 7 Accuracy: 14

@Aaron Jones @Percival Gray

The conversation with the Ravenclaw only lasted a few moments, enough time for those under a mistletoe to kiss if they chose to, then they were sent spinning across the dance floor again. Could the spell at least end a little less abruptly? Once again Opeila found herself stumbling when she stopped in front of another person- someone she knew as well, from her own house. Stopped in front of- well, more like caught herself on. "Sorry-" Quickly she let go of his arm once she had regained her balance.

"Hi, it has really been a while. Well, I wouldn't call almost getting hit causing a scene- Although I would love to know why that happened.", she answered before following his gaze upwards... where there was no candle, like she had initially thought. "... Oh."
Her green eyes met his gaze. This would end with trouble. Maybe it was her seer intuition, maybe whatever it was in his eyes that made her know.

Opeila's mind started racing when he leaned forward. Aaron was here. Aaron was probably watching them like a hawk right now.

... She leaned forward and gently placed her lips on his, just for a second. Or two. "... Oh, he's going to murder me.", was the first thing she said after moving away again.

Action: Kissing Percival

Action: None

Group 8

MODERATION POST

Perhaps there's less shouting and punching and running than there was last round, but that by no means signifies that this group has grown boring. In fact, it may even be more interesting as Opeila Winters (who, just last round, got out of a kiss by specifying that she had a boyfriend, thank you very much) finds herself lip-locked with Percival Gray... both of their own volition. Said boyfriend, Aaron Jones, doesn't look too happy as he dances with Elsian Cox, but what is he to do?

Another person who isn't too thrilled by this turn of events is Winnie Harper, who decides to cast a very successful Ventus at the mistletoe above Percival and Opeila as she dances with, is dipped by - and kisses! - Amina Petrovic. The mistletoe blows off into the night sky, never to be seen again, but it's too late: the snogging's started, on both ends. It's a good thing these two girls are both wearing pink - at least the lipstick matches!

And there's forgiveness on the other side of the floor as Akari Kato and Aly Salinger seem to begin mending a broken bridge. Others are less willing to engage with their partner, as Pericles Dralt does not want a kiss, thank you kindly. (Also, what did he whisper to Aaron? Will the rest of the players ever know?) And lastly, we have birds of a feather - or, perhaps, lion and badger of a feather - as Evelynn Decipio and Dorion Anderson both cast Ebublio at the candle dripping wax on them from above. Though Evelynn's spell is faster, Dorion's is stronger - and it's safe to say that candle won't be dripping for the rest of the night! And yet, there are still others melting... people and wax alike...

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:
@Percival Gray and @Akari Kato end up under the mistletoe!
@Winnie Harper and @Aaron Jones end up under the mistletoe!
@Dorion Anderson and @Elsian Cox end up under the mistletoe!
Amina Petrovic (@Ileen Knight) and @Pericles Dralt end up under the mistletoe!
@Evelynn Decipio and @Opeila Winters end up under a candle.
@Aly Salinger and @Cassius Eden end up under a candle... that is dripping wax on them!

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!

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Interacting: @Aaron Jones | @Ileen Knight as Amina

Outfit: ✿

Mentioning: @Opeila Winters | @Percival Gray

English | Irish

"Amina, that's such a pretty name! Wait, are you American? Oh, but I think that colour looks lovely on you!" The Ravenclaw was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet as she excitedly fussed over her new dance partner. She had a cool new American friend! "You should come over to my tent sometime, because I have tons of clothes! You could borrow some or even keep some if you'd like!"

"That's so kind of you to say... I actually write a lot of poetry! It's one of my favourite things to do." This was so exciting! "Well... Everyone here seems to let the plant tell them who to kiss--..." She glanced back over to Percival and Opeila, just in time to see their lips locking together.

Her stomach churned, the colour in her face draining. Oh. Oh... It seemed like she was the one bothering her friends by trying to blow the mistletoe away, not saving them from the pesky plant. She had no idea that Percival felt that way about Opeila but it made sense. They were both in the same year and in the same house. He had spoken about fairytale romances and how he had once had that with Santario, it looked like he had taken it to heart when Winnie suggested he go find that again.

Good for them, she was happy for them. She told herself this in her head several times to try and stop her breath from hitching, the salt from stinging her eyes. If she died inside it would be okay, because her friend would be happy with someone. It wasn't like anything was going to happen between her and Percival anyways, regardless of how upset she was at Mathias they might still be dating, she had to figure out just what the hell was going on. (Note: Unsure of status because the girl's night thread is not finished and I am unsure what will happen.)

When Winnie turned back around to face Amina, she might have looked a bit sick to her stomach. The beautiful girl in front of her had said something about kissing to make them jealous, but she really didn't think anyone here would be jealous of Amina because she kissed Winnie. She was about to tell her as much, when the world around her suddenly begin to spin. She blinked in surprise as the older girl twirled her around, a laugh slipping from her lips.

She was keenly aware of when her soft lips met her own. Winnie had not kissed anyone other than Mathias (that she could recall). She was used to his lanky form pressed close to her, and with her usually taking the lead. Amina's lips felt different, softer, the faint scent of grass accompanying the kiss. Winnie's thoughts swirled, her cheeks blossoming with colour.

When their lips parted Winnie would be too flustered to say much, only managing to slip out a, "T-Thank you." She didn't even see if the damn spell she cast had worked.

The dance floor jumped back to life and spun her around. She saw more flashes of faces, but it was less exciting considering this was the third time. She felt her mind start to wander. Thoughts of Amina, her cute face so close to hers, then back to Percival. Shit, no, she should not be this upset about seeing him kiss someone.

Her thoughts were halted when she spun into someone's very muscular arms. They belonged to a very handsome boy she didn't know the name of. She was pretty sure he was older than she was, as they didn't have any classes together. "O-Oh, hello. I think I've seen you around the halls before, but I don't know your name, I'm sorry." Her voice trembled as she spoke, "M-My name... It's Winnie... S-Sorry, I just saw someone kissing the person I have feelings for--." She was blurting everything out in classic Winnie style, "Also a very pretty girl just kissed me and that was new--"

She took in another shaky breath. "I'm sorry, you are very handsome and we're under a mistletoe and here I am ranting. I... Not that I think you should kiss me, unless you want to, or I could kiss your cheek--" She was really digging herself into a hole now, her face heating up. She had to say something to distract the handsome boy from how much of a mess she was, "... I like your sweater."