The Masquerade Ball Event Closed

Interacting: @ Griseldis Edelhardt

One moment the Ravenclaw boy was being tugged along by his friend Griseldis, the next moment he found himself losing his group, watching her get lost in the crowd to assist and stop a fight breaking out. Getting himself lost in the crowd the sea of people observing the ensuing chaos not sure what to do as Alan watched jumping to see over the heads of a few taller guests. Seeing Griseldis getting the student into a chokehold was quite amusing as this is the first he's witnessing her martial arts skills. Waiting for the matter to resolve completely Alan walked over to Gris with a nervous smile across his face as he said with a bit of excitement in his tone "That was amazing what you did there...where did you learn to do that?" realising he had let himself go the young lad coughed and said as calm as he could slightly red-faced after having lost a bit of his composure "I...I mean are you ok? d...did they hurt you?" Alan's dress robes were a tad out of place due to weaving and jumping to get a good look at all the action. "M...Maybe we should enjoy the rest of the night nows..s...shall we Gris?" As a simple gesture he held up his arm offering his friend to slip her arm through and grab on "Umm...D...Dad always told me to try this...h...heh so w...want to walk like this?" he finished nervously

Interactions: @Phaedra Stavrou @Max Avery
Mentions: @Rosie Parker @Oliver Hart @Reid Kovacs @Serena Towers @Adam Harringtom @Hjørdis Jensen @Elaine Pendrast

The boy doth protest too much, Dymphna thought as she watched the two struggle their way through why they were together at the ball. She noted that her dorm mate looked annoyed. Perhaps she would ask about it later. Max wasn’t someone she knew very well at all, but the way he was going on about it made it even more obvious to her that something was going on from his end of things. If it wasn’t, he certainly wanted it to be. A crush? Definitely.

“It must be nice to have such a good friend to go with. I don’t mind going alone as long as I can meet up with you all.” No one asked her but with the way people were reacting to her lately, it was more of a blessing, really. Fortunately, Oliver entered the room but didn’t notice her yet.

Max would be an idiot to not have a crush on someone as intelligent and poised as Phaedra. The blonde didn’t know their history, their families knowing one another. She wasn’t about to play matchmaker but the least she could do was be honest with her friend about her point of view of the situation. Later, in the safety of their dorm room when everyone else was asleep.

The chaos seemed to die down but the music was still just as loud. Dymphna’s eyes trailed around the room as she munched on more macarons. There was a jumble of people closer to the music that were doing a dance of some kind, mainly jumping around but it looked fun. Her friends [REID, ADAM, SERENA] made up the majority but there were a few unfamiliar faces as well.

Dymphna strained to hear Phaedra as she talked, finishing off her plate and wiping the crumbs from her mouth. “It’s Rosie,” she confirmed. It wasn’t that hard to hide who certain people were behind masks, especially people they knew well. “She made her own mask, did you know?” It wasn’t said in a mocking way. Dymph was impressed with her creative abilities, something she lacked despite being a Ravenclaw.

She scanned the room for her cousins. Hjørdis must have left to deal with the situation and if Elaine had been there at all, she must have been lurking in the shadows. Not for the first time, she wondered about the aloof Elaine. While Hjørdis was mysterious and secretive about her previous Ministry work, Dymphna only knew what her family told her about Elaine’s past. Where was her daughter now? Certainly not at Hogwarts. Already left school? There were questions left unanswered which only made her curiosity rise.

Now wasn’t the time or place for serious discussion. However, they both came from Pureblood lineage and she heard a little about them from her granny Eithne every once in a while. Her family had its secrets. Surely, theres did too. Dymphna leaned in closer to them to whisper (as quietly as one could with the music as loud as it was). “Do your families have grimoires? I’m looking for information.” After a pause, she added, “I’d go through ours but they hid it away.” It wasn’t about Elaine anymore. Her mute grandfather was on her mind.

"Cheers!" she replied as she raised her glass to hit his. Her eyebrows raised when Jorah explained that he tasted chocolate, when that seemed to be totally absent in hers. "Irn Brew," she said while swirling the concoction in her mouth to be sure, "and, em, Gillywater." It was a rather odd combination, but it was actually pretty good. She wondered if the punch had simply mixed together two of her favorite things--one muggle and one magical like the very blood that ran through her veins.

Jorah seemed eager as he picked up a plate and food. Knowing how much he could eat, she helped him by adding on extra items, particularly the butterbeer cupcakes and cauldron cakes. They had gotten savory items as well--Ruthie was eying the asparagus wrapped in bacon--but her favorite was easily the sweets. After all, they were not readily available at meals. While she looked forward to her mum's homemade tablet or a tiffin cake, that was a different experience from these dessert treats.

"Sounds good," she said as she followed Jorah to a table. She was about to pick up a cauldron cake when Jorah reached over and placed a flower in her hair, behind her mask. Smiling lightly, she admired the gesture. Maybe he was coming around to the fact that this had, in fact, been a good idea. With her left hand, she reached up to ensure it was tucked in securely. It was. Jorah had good accuracy with a bludger, why should flowers be any different? "You don't need to get me anything," she replied, cognizant that corsages were something the older students did, "It's enough that you're here." Those were true words. He'd accepted in such a lackadaisical way, it was wonderfully surprising that he'd been here and so kind. In fact, it seemed like he'd almost put in too much effort with the way that suit looked. In fact, as he complimented her, she blushed slightly and felt she ought to return the favor: "That's a beautiful suit and you look wonderful in it." Mentally, she cringed for a moment. This was terrible. He did look wonderful, but all this language of compliments and appearance were so foreign to her and she didn't like it very much.

So she was extremely grateful when he changed the conversation to Quidditch, something she understood--something she loved. "I think Emma said Slytherin," she answered, biting her lip slightly. "I heard they have a strong team and one really terrifying beater." Ruthie was optimistic for the next match, especially having beaten Gryffindor earlier in the term, but she wasn't an idealist. She was much more practical and conservative. "You'll have to look out for Neculai and everyone really," she said picking up that cauldron cake and biting into it. "Have some. These are really good," she said, nudging the plate closer to her friend.

Meanwhile, around them seemed to a flurry of students not without some drama. Thankfully, Ruthie knew few people to really want to intervene in anything. She did noticed several calls for professors but didn't think anything of it. Maybe someone was sick, having consuming too many cauldron cakes. Or maybe a serious fight had broken out in the courtyard. In fact, she thought she heard something that sounded like a punch or maybe a chokehold. "Did you hear that?" she asked Jorah. Hopefully, there wouldn't be too much trouble at a simple school ball. After all, it was just meant to be fun, wasn't it?

Tag: @Jorah Moussa

Played as Simon Belanger

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@Alexx Séverin@Solomon Lear

Following Alexx's finger, Simon grinned at the kind-looking old man the blonde was pointing out. Oh yeah, definite potential for that guy - he didn't have the grumpy look of someone who would jump straight up your ass for pulling off a prank. A new guy and yeah, okay, maybe Simon was new to this whole school as well but that didn't matter was a fan-freaking-tastic target in a school this size. They could melt away into the crowd afterwards and the potions professor wouldn't be able to figure out who had done it since he might not know every face. They could even pass it off on some other student if they were clever enough.

The stunning young woman beside him pointed out two more targets, and Simon's grin grew into a wolfish one. Three professors, one of them the head of an entire house. Hell yeah, they were worthy of a massive prank and he had no qualms about pulling one off. He might've suggested something borderlining actual insanity had a large fight not broken out and taken all three of the men out of the room and off the proverbial game board. Goddamn! Why did people always have to fight? There were cleaner ways of messing with people that didn't involve blood and gore.

Sighing, he helplessly shook his head at Alexx before another idea popped into his head. This one was so incredibly stupid it would make one question whether or not he'd been dropped on his head as a baby. "Truth be told, I am chicken shit," he said easily, winking before remembering his eyes were hidden behind shades. Well, anyways. "You can't get me on that manly pride psychology. I have no pride. I'm not that smart, I'm scared of everything, and my sense of fashion is negative seven hundred. But..." He clicked his tongue approvingly before levelling a definitive finger at none other than Solomon Lear. "I say we go after the big guy."

As unobservant as he was, he hadn't noticed the Headmaster nearly coming over to end his whole career. If he had, he probably would've run out of the Ball yelping at the top of his lungs because a huge man in a suit of armour trying to tell you off was the equivalent of Jason Voorhees chasing you down with a chainsaw taped onto a hockey stick. Not cool, not cool at all.

"That leather and metal is just begging to have something done to it," Simon continued mischievously, oblivious to life and his likely small amount of it left. "I was considering coming up with something involving all the houses, so I brought some paint." Digging into his pockets, he pulled out four bottles that each represented a Hogwarts house colour. After a minute of deliberation, he selected the red since it seemed eye-catching and would stand out against the dark armour. "How about this... you get the old geezer's attention somehow and keep him focused on you. I'll sneak up behind him and write 'Kick me' on his armour. Then we'll spread the word that he's holding a contest to see if anyone can break his armour with a kick. The first student who tries... betcha he'll facebuster them."

Interacting with: @Santario Martin

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Interacting with | @Kyle DeRook @Quinn Healy @Griseldis Edelhardt

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@George Henry @Mari Haynes @Nico Shymane

Hugh's attention was drawn by a call for his name. His head turned to meet Marie? Mary? Marla, no that was a Gryffindor he noticed somewhere in the castle. Mari. Her name was Mari. A Huffle from his year. They had never spoken before, or at least he couldn't remember their interaction. He noticed a boy next to her, equal in height he'd say, at the very least both smaller than him. With a large frown on his face he nodded over to them, signaling he noticed them. His eyes fell on the boy that Mari was asking to dance for. What was he? Some circus ape for show? "Ye want to jink twinkletoes?" His already deep voice rolled out in Scottish tongue. "How about you take miss pumpkin over here and give her a nice evenin'?"

Then he met a familiar face to him. For the first time this evening a genuine smile appeared on his face. "Sharkie, fancy meeting you here." His smile faded slightly as he noticed she was seemingly hiding behind his large figure. It wasn't anything particularly new. He knew Nico as a shy girl and he was more than often used as an obstacle between two people. He quirked his eyebrow and looked across the room. "What's up lassie? Trouble?" He wiggled his nose and scratched his sideburns. Seemed like trouble never far off.