A night for beginnings Closed

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Percival hardly noticed the people who came to save Michael's pride from being thoroughly smashed. He didn't notice the way Michael wilted, tears fresh in his eyes at the harsh comments. The boy narrowed his eyes at the lime-headed boy. Putting little weight in the words that the strange boy spewed about being born with it. It seemed completely impossible for a normal human being to be born with such a bright and unruly color. "Oh my bad. If that is the case, then I guess my comment can be used to describe your lovely personality." he snarked. Percival refused to look away from the boy who held his gaze. Competitive by nature he did not want to lose this minor challenge. Yellow staring into black, and black staring into yellow.

"Pleasure to meet you Pincus." he said in a begrudging manner. The boy would not replicate the movement of the older boy. Instead, narrowing his eyes at the boy. Percival would have said more, but it appeared as if Pincus was distracted by something. Glancing away from the older boy, he noticed it seemed that quite a few people were watching the trio. The boy was quite certain he knew who was attracting all this attention. Lime Boy... Percival would throw a glower at the boy though he doubted the other would even notice.

Percival took note of the people who had decided to interject into their conversation. A black-haired boy had inserted himself for a purpose he didn't understand. Finally, a white-haired boy who spoke about roses in a garden before complimenting himself. Percival's face contorted into one of mock surprise before speaking. "You sleep in a garden? I was wondering what that smell was." he snidely asked the boy. In truth, there was no smell and it had been nothing more than a made-up lie. He would have dug harder into the boy, but his attention was swiftly caught by the girl from earlier.

Percival looked towards Page as she started to whisper angrily at Miller. Confusion creased his brow as he watched the girl stomp off and throw her drinks into the bin. The boy would glance towards the shorter boy with a frown clear on his face. Pureblood balls on occasion held a lot of snide comments and underhanded compliments. Though, to act out so boldly and rashly was in poor taste. "I swear the nerve of some muggles." he said to the blond-haired boy in a more sympathetic tone. It hadn't clicked for the boy that Chase and Miller were there as a date. In his eyes, Miller was the victim of an unruly guest.

Interacting with: @Michael Miller, @Kit Paine, @Eden Gardener
Mentioning: @Paige Chase, @Katherine Labrouder, @Kazuo Shimada

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Interacting with: @Sarah Lightwood
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Interacts With : @Kara Capricorn Mentions : @Katherine Labrouder | The ball attendees in general Open to Other Interactions

Hex Code : #006400 - English #000080 - French #800080 - Spanish

After Cash had asked Kara to dance with them and Kara said in a tone that almost mocking the Purebloods, Cash let out a small chuckle. As both of them about to dance, the clicking of high heels enterer the room. The unmistakeable voice of one Katherine Labrouder greeted their ears. Katherine compliment Kara which in result Cash rise one of their eyebrow.

One thing the green eyes know about Katherine, when she compliment someone usually it lace with a harmless mock unless she really mean it. The purple haired know that Katherine brand of insult are nothing and Cash counted as a laughing matter but Kara does not know that. Katherine then introduced herself and Kara did to albeit half-heartedly.

Cash looked at Kara and Katherine alternately and the green eyes know that Kara was annoyed by Katherine. Then Katherine said something related to Greek tragedy and said Cash might be psychic. Cash let out a small laugh but quickly covered it with a cough.

"Alright Miss, just what the hell you think you're saying to us? I know you're trying to mock and spite us at the same time. And I swear if you don't shut up, I'll give you a matching scar on your pretty skin"Now Kara glaring at Katherine. Kara then pointing at her burn scar. The same scar that they saw back then when Cash met Kara for the first time.

This is bad Cash thought to themselves as Kara getting rilled up. "Well, I'll stop bothering you wonderful couple and by stop bothering you I mean Cassie's partner. But other than that enjoy your evening in whatever this is"Katherine stated to both of the Slytherins and walked away. Why Katherine must be so extra They said internally and shaking their head.

Cash wanted to introduced their friends to Kara on a good note and here Katherine ruined that chances. As Katherine walked away, Cash looked at Kara. Kara seems getting more pissed by what Katherine just said. Kara saying about she was not planning about beating someone up and she wanted to gave Katherine the same shade as her lips.

Kara about to go after Katherine but the purple haired gripped Kara hand. Pulling her back toward the green eyes. "Please don't"Cash said to Kara. "Do not mind me I uh - I mean her. Do not mind her, love"They said getting a bit flustered. "Katherine is my friend. As weird as this sound, our friendship is based on quick banter and harmless insult"The green eyes explained to Kara.

Hoping Kara understand what the Beater meant and did not angered Kara even more. Cash wanted to add 'her teasing was nothing' but maybe if Cash saying that, Kara will think Cash was choosing side and the Beater did not want that. Their eyes got wide after they realized Cash had called Kara by 'love'. Their face become red.

Merlin why did I say that Cash let out a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of their neck with their free hand that was not holding Kara's hand. They never been this embarrassed before. "Sorry about that,"Cash smiled sheepishly.

"By that I mean I called you 'love'. I - I do not know what come over me. I should have asked you if you okay with it or not and also for Katherine uncalled behavior"Cash rambled. As they rambled they got even more red in the face. "Shall we continue our dance or is it the moment already ruined by Katherine?"They inquired their date after the blush lessen.

Cash was hoping whatever Katherine said to Kara did not affect much for both the Second year and Kara still enjoy the event so far. If Katherine somehow managed to ruined Kara's mood, well Cash need to talk to Katherine privately on her social etiquette when it come to interact with others.

Michael didn't know what to do, ut seemed the boy he liked hated every one he was friends with, yet the more he messed with them, the closer he got to Percy. He bite his lip, looking after Paige, trying to get Simon to see the apology in his eyes as the other boy took after her. "Yeah. . . muggles." He said slightly. His eyes dropped to the floor, as he listened to the noise around him, this was suppose to bring everyone together, but instead it's breaking everyone apart.

He lifted his eyes for a second, before licking his lips. "I umm I have a solo to do, I'll back back in a moment" he said as he hurried away, to the stage. He hide behind the curtains at first. His head resting on the wall behind him, as silently as he could he let his tears out, his chest feeling tight. He was a horrible person, that was the only thing he thought as he cried.

As quickly as he started, he stopped, wiping his eyes and nose, now thankful for the piece of cloth threw at him. He took a deep breath before going on the stage and grabbing his violin. He hoped playing would take his mind of things.

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There was a tightness in the air that seemed to push harder with every guest that stepped through the door. Karlina had expected a tense atmosphere; the whole premise of the club was enough to cause disagreement, and its members certainly had conflicting views (at least in some cases) which they weren't afraid to share. Blood status was a delicate topic, especially among young, insecure children who had barely started their introduction to magic. Even those who had been raised with the knowledge of its existence were more or less in the dark. It was confusing for everyone at first — like new things tend to be — but some still refused to admit that they lacked understanding or skill. They may have been better informed, but the truth is that they could only know so much and, more often than not, made fools of themselves as a result of it.

Karlina had spent a long time picking apart people's thoughts and intentions, familiarizing herself the ins and outs of psychology and putting her knowledge to use. Her father — being a scholar and a man of curiosity himself — supported her interest with new books and sources, and occasionally engaged her in conversation on the topic. This 'hobby' of Karlina's developed quite naturally; what else was she to do when surrounded by people whose lives consisted of white lies and courtesies? Karlina was fascinated by the uniqueness of a person's mind and yet, at the same time, it's likeness to others'.

Quite suddenly, she got the eery feeling of being watched. It surprised her more than anything, for she was so used to melting into the background and observing people that she forgot others could see her, too. With an air of caution and curiosity, Karlina let her gaze travel across the room, flitting from one face to the next, waiting for a pair of eyes to meet her own. Part of her was eager to discover if the sensation was real or simply a creation of her mind, but another part of her was desperate not to, taking pleasure in not being subjected to the knowledge that someone had noticed her. Sometimes, remaining unaware was better, she thought.

It turned out that she was right: a girl in a tight, black dress was blatantly staring at her. Shameless, Karlina noted. Or brave. It was rare for people to be so comfortable getting caught, but it quickly became clear to Karlina that the girl was, in fact, extending an invitation. A wicked smile played across the girl's lips as she demonstratively glanced at the seat next to her and took a suggestive sip of her drink. The girl's smug expression implied to Karlina that she didn't expect her offer to be rejected, which almost drove the Slytherin to ignore her and turn away, but doing so seemed to defeat the whole purpose of attending the ball. Why had she come if not to meet people?

With that thought in mind, Karlina walked across the room with long, silent steps, her eyes fixed on the girl. It didn't take long for Karlina to form an opinion of her, and she was already beginning to judge from a distance like she so often did. The girl's outfit was tight-fitting and elegant, though it seemed better suited for a woman twice her age; it made the girl look older, especially when paired with her deep shade of lipstick and manicured nails. Karlina thought it looked wrong and out of place. She suppressed the laugh of disbelief and mockery that almost rolled past her lips, swallowing it along with her feeling of superiority. Karlina knew she was prone to pride and prejudice, but experience had taught her that it was better to expect more and be disappointed; it often made her feel better, and she quite liked that.

Karlina sat next to the girl, wondering how obvious her reluctance was. She tried to disguise it somewhat, but her façade was, as usual, imperfect and she honestly didn't care enough to put more effort into it. Her mouth felt dry. She wished for a drink. Maybe this was a mistake after all.

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Twice ignored by the host, a boy who seemed to truly be in over his head. The older boy had been harsh, certainly, but in Kazuo’s eyes, it hadn’t been any worse than the common bullying that he had seen happen around the school. Yet it had brought Michael to speechlessness, letting others defend him instead of responding to Isaac himself. Faux pas number four, ignoring an upperclassman when they are addressing you. He could not say what Isaac’s family status might be, uneducated on most of these European purebloods, but manners were manners and when one did not know the precise rank, one should defer to a respectful response. Had Michael not been subjected to etiquette lessons as he had been?

When he had heard about the club and the subsequent ball, he had fully expected the sort of reaction Isaac had demonstrated. Something he had come to notice at Hogwarts was just how controversial the blood status divide was. The attitude of superiority that many pureblood families seemed to showcase here was not something he had grown up with so he had been curious to see firsthand how it played out among the students. Percival, Isaac, and Eden all had the hallmark qualities of children raised in families like his own, people of standing in their respective communities. Yet it seemed to him that they were lacking in an understanding he had been taught. They acted - unsurprisingly - like children who had all the privilege of their family's legacies, yet none of the responsibilities. Eden, in particular, the peacock of the ball, seemed a particular sort of fop.

Yet the drama would continue for the bewildered, foolish host. Paige, appearing to have finally picked up on the true character of her date - or rather the true idiocy - decided to finally lash out in a way that Kazuo had only seen girls do in TV dramas and anime. She stormed out in tears. He watched her go with an arched brow and a slight shake of his head, disapproval clear in his expression.

His gaze was once again captured by Isaac as the older boy deigned to reply to Percival. Natural hair colour? Did that mean his eyes were natural too? How strange. Was that really possible? He continued to study Isaac as the boy levelled his sharp tongue at Eden. This brought a smirk to Kazuo’s lips, a fracture in his polite mask.

“I admit, I am beginning to think that perhaps some people’s parents also lacked the patience and hardiness required for such a task,” Kazuo replied to Isaac with a slight incline of his head. “Kazuo Shimada. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He gave a slight bow, respectful to one’s peer without acknowledging superiority. A form of etiquette that tended to be lost on the students at Hogwarts - and sometimes even the adults - but one he committed to nonetheless. “Out of curiosity, what made you decide to attend this mock-ball? You don’t seem to require an education in what it means to be a pureblood.”

As he awaited the answer to his question, Percival decided to retort, first to Isaac and then to Eden, continuing to build the animosity with direct insults. Kazuo gave Percival a disappointed look that culminated in a rolling of his eyes when Percival’s final insult was levelled at the fleeing Paige as if she were somehow to blame for Michael’s idiocy. The icing on the cake was Michael’s weak agreement before fleeing the scene like a coward, making up the excuse of having to play his instrument again.

“I do not think people throwing insults around so handily should be criticizing a crying girl who was invited as a guest by the host himself, then promptly ignored by said host.” He pointed out wryly. “It seems those not of pureblood status seem to have more grace and manners than the entire lot of purebloods combined. A truly poor showing. A room full of children pretending that their blood status gives them the right to be cruel to others. From your actions, I cannot help but to be led to the conclusion that none of you understand the full importance of being a pureblood is. It isn’t fancy clothes. It isn’t rose gardens. It isn’t balls. These are the trappings of privilege, nothing more. Any ‘muggle’-” Kazuo emphasized the word with a hint of derision. “Born into wealth and status can say and do the same things that you are doing here.”

Outfit Reducio Interacting with: @Kit Paine (Isaac) \ @Michael Miller @Percival Rainwood @Eden Gardener Mentioning: @Paige Chase Action: Observing the disaster

Stats Stamina 5 Evasion 7 Strength 5 Wisdom 6 Arcane Power 6 Accuracy 6 Abilities Perfectionist

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Mentioning: @Michael Miller(poor mike)
Interacting With: @Wyatt Starkey
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To say the least Alec was now questioning why he'd decided to do this, or drag Wyatt along with him. Those pureblood balls Alec was forced to attend at home were bad, who's to say this way going to be any better? Yet by now he was going to a willing remake of it. It's nice when you actually knew what you were doing, but if there had been a lecture on that, Alec obviously inevitably missed out on that with his parents. His excuse was that he was coming to support Michael, which in reality meant Alec may or may not have been avoiding and ignoring the kid ever since he got back from winter break, and actually had a conscience. Also meaning everybody else Alec knew was sentenced to that as well. Their sentence lasting till Alec decided he was lonely and had pulled himself together enough to be a decent human being. Probably leaving people confused as to why Alec was reaching out to people now, mainly Wyatt.

The two walking through corridors and to the ballroom, Alec taking it slow as he had no fear of being late. His usual jokes there(Always hill-arious might I add), but subsiding half-way through as they walked Alec getting distracted in his own head. If Alec were to look back on it, he would've realized the effort to make the jokes hadn't mattered much, they weren't able to cover up any of the factor that Alec was a little bit off. He had been since he got back from winter break, but again, this time the boy seemed less than wiling to share. He would've brought it up in conversation if he had. Looking back, it almost reminded him of the spider incident. Except that was Alec's fault, this wasn't.. Or at least that's what Alec had been told.

Alec was wearing a plain blue dress shirt, a light cobalt blue, he would've worn his white one yet the complication there was that it "went missing" after the masquerade ball. Whether that was on purpose on simply on accident could be left up for debate. This was worn along with a pair of black dress pants. It would have been more formal if it weren't for that fact that Alec ruined them on accident a while back in his usual shenanigans, and weren't now ripped at the knees. There was a small pin on the right side pocket of his pants, a chain coming from it, the design represented a wolf. The one from his mother's sides family crest, a gift from his grandfather this Christmas that quickly became of value to Alec along with a few other items that year. Maybe Alec would waste his time thinking over the meaning of it later, he'd done some research on it since he'd been given the gift, mainly because resources with provided with that gift to do such easily.

Alec's hands shoved in his pockets. You wouldn't be able to notice easily but along with everything else came the painted nails, a signature look to any random ball hosted at Hogwarts as of the last one. Still sporting the ever cursing black polish, probable cause of bad luck at the last ball, though highly unlikely. The color was beginning to grow on him, and Alec rather liked the polish on his nails. Of course, no reason to exclude the newest addition to the form of expression mix as well, and the newest is simply pen ink all over his hands in intricate copies of henna designs, making it obvious it'd taken more than an hour to do was the fact they were on both hands, not at all sloppy, the amount of care he'd put into it was almost unreasonable compared to everything else. But with his hands still shoved in his pockets, you could only notice the slight details of the design peaking out as they walked.

Minutes later and they were finally there, entering the room the obvious lateness was familiar, Alec looking around realized he recognized very few people here. This finally bringing some sort of attentiveness out of the boy, he let his eyes quickly glaze over the surrounding scene before noticing a puffy-eyed Michael playing violin. Alec's first thoughts centered around the fact that Alec knew very many musically gifted people, and then there was just Alec. Funny how that happened, maybe even convenient if Alec wanted to learn how to play an instrument. The slightly puffy-eyes seemed to catch Alec's attention the second after he'd gotten over his first thought. Was Michael okay? Alec's posture straightened, he'd write Michael later, if anything Alec was sure he wouldn't want to be confronted for crying even after his solo. There were quite a few people here, Alec could respect that.

This was when Alec decided to finally turn his attention over to Wyatt Alec spoke "Sorry about dragging you along, I wasn't fond on the idea going alone." Alec let his eyes trail away and back to the scene, "There are so many people here I don't know, I don't think I would've gone otherwise." Alec said his voice was soft, quiet even, his gaze finally wandered back to Wyatt. "How were your winter holidays? I don't think I got the chance to ask." Thinking about the words it made Alec sound like he had been busy and forgot to ask a bit ago, but obviously he hadn't. They just haven't spoken since the start of December. Alec didn't leave time for Wyatt to talk in between as he spoke again. "I made you a scarf, sorry I haven't been able to get it too you yet. On the bright side or downside, depending on how you look at it, it did give me more time to work on it." Alec said, he offered Wyatt a small smile.

He wasn't going to mention the sketch he'd been working on. By the time Alec had finished it even though it'd looked alright Alec had second thoughts. Eventually deciding against it, it had been different with the smaller, less time-consuming one he'd given Wyatt. It was a fun little thing, but this one meant more, and lead to Alec being nervous to show it. And so like everything else Alec had it was hidden away at the bottom of his trunk, it was staying there, forever, or possibly till he worked up the courage to actually show Wyatt.

Michael Miller wrote: Dear all ball goers,

I, Michael Miller, would like to address the many mistakes going on in the ball, and add rules i think are needed.

One, Michael Miller did not talk with his mouth open, he only talked about a dish.

Two, Michael greeted everyone in the first post than played the violin on stage as he let everyone mingle then he meet the final people - Paige and Percy.

Three, you can not assume that Percy and Paige were both asked by Michael even via body language as Percy himself doesn't even know.

Now, Rules that will be needed:

1) No one should Spam post, meaning no one should post after only 1 reply.

2) If you talk to someone and they post and exclude you, owl them to make sure they saw your post. Because of the time between posts and how many posts are being posted, many i haven't seen. Please don't assume you are ignored.
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Finally thing: I will not be replying to anything other than Eden Gardener, Kit Paine, Jack Burnett, Percy Rainwood, or Paige Chases posts, as i can't keep up with more people trying to make a conversation.

Thank you.

Percival's remark on his previous comment being able to describe Isaac's personality in lieu of his hair earned a few more long minutes of the fourth year's green-lashed, indolent stare; his thoughts indecipherable. Then, at last, his thin lips tightened into a smile which looked neither authentic nor pleasant.

"'A lime for a head'..." he repeated softly and slowly under his breath. "So you think to presume my personality is sour? Is that your implication?"

Isaac put his thumb and forefinger to his chin in a thoughtful gesture as he continued to regard Percival. He wore the look of someone trying to discern how best to prepare a chicken for dinner - calm, calculating, and aloof.

"You're right about one thing," he admitted eventually. "My family doesn't approve of my appearances." The boy made a light gesture with a flick of his wrist and splay of fingers to indicate his spring green locks. "But don't presume to know anything regarding my personality. You haven't even scratched the surface."

Isaac leaned over to murmur in Percival's ear, as if confiding in him a very important secret. "Not sour," his breath shaped into a whisper. "Bitter. Far too bitter for the likes of you to stomach." He pulled back once more; that same nasty smile on his lips again. "Your 'bad' indeed."

The white-haired boy had yet to do anything Isaac considered worthy of his attention since he'd last granted it to the other pureblood. For this reason, he ignored him along with Percival's attempt to comfort Michael. Not even Michael seemed very receptive to said comfort, however. Isaac detested anyone he believed to feel sorry for themselves; detested them to the point that he decided to ignore Michael, too, when the ball host made an excuse to escape their company. That one really needed to grow some thicker skin; and soon.

His determination to remain indifferent to his surroundings faltered when the Japanese boy who had started talking to him before addressed him again. Amber eyes flickered back to the foreigner with mild interest.

"They almost certainly aren't," Isaac agreed with Kazuo's statement. "Especially since any pureblood family parents of decent repute can hardly be the ones expected to teach their children lessons first hand. That's what tutors are for."

He appraised Kazuo with a searching look when the other young man introduced himself. Isaac continued to do so for an awkward spanse of time after the voicing of his question. It seemed Isaac was in no hurry to answer whatever was asked of him if he even felt inclined to answer at all.

Finally, he replied, "I was not aware you or anyone else was under the impression we are present here today because we 'required an education on what it means to be a pureblood'."

His shrewd eyes studied Kazuo, darting back and forth over his features as if he were reading a book. "...Is that what you came here for?" He cocked his head.

"Or was it to play 'hero'?" Isaac taunted. "Champion of mudbloods everywhere when you don't even understand the true significance and culture of purebloods? Weaving such whimsical, self-righteous notions from your pretty but empty words... What is that drivel from, some muggle fairytale?" His scoff was disdainful. "I think I might be sick just listening to you."

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The snickering was already becoming old. Eden could sense the sarcasm in those who made comments about him comparing his own self to a rose. He smelled like one, and had white hair - how could these fools not get the reference was beyond him. Even his family name should have helped in making his intentions clearer. But he couldn't expect anything more from people who thought the idea of blood mixture and equality was perfectly acceptable.

At times, he let out constant sighs infatuated by his rage. A manner of anger which he was capable of controlling. His blue eyes rolled to the back of his head and he could swear that given the occurrences of him being annoyed by nearly everybody's presence was going to permanently turn him blind. At one point, he needed to give them rest and decided to shut them close for approximately the time it took for a caterpillar to turn into a butterfly. But he was being addressed too, the true intentions behind the tongues of people who spoke to him sounded like they were trying to make fun of him, and Eden tried his best to ignore such critiques.

Lightwood had left him speechless - as if her remark wasn't already obvious enough. A rose was beautiful and so was Eden in his own eyes... and those of his mother's. She reminded him every day and every night for a reason. Maybe if he told himself what she used to tell him, maybe he'd stop missing her, and try to think what it would be like had she been with him at all times.

Had she actually been next to him, this grass-haired older boy wouldn't have had the audacity to speak to Eden in such an intolerable attitude. All he did was compliment his friend's brooch, and everyone bashed him for it. But when he did something terrible in their mind, it was unacceptable? Eden wanted to do the same thing to them he had done to one of his sister's pygmy puff.

His lips mushed together in anger and disdain, a sniff followed and he almost sounded like a puppy whining for his mother. Everyone should have considered themselves lucky that this was Michael's party - had it been anybody else, Eden would have probably somehow found a way to set the whole place on fire. At this point, he was so mad that if he gazed enough at the insolent older student, he'd be covered in flames. The idea of it almost fulfilled him with some sort of cheer. But instead, Eden took a step back and decided to ignore whatever other comments came his way. There was one that referred to him sleeping in a garden - it was dull, but given the fact that Eden was a Hufflepuff, he might as well just answered with just a simple yes.

Little Ed could also go on about how he slept on a large bed made of the finest materials back home. There were thorns and flowers in his room. Sharp enough to poke anyone's eye out. He had an idea.
"You could say I do, back home, especially," his voice sounded like it was trembling at first, but when he realized he was not keeping up with his usual approach to have himself heard, he returned back to his senses and used a better, confident tone. "But I'm sure that's not the reason why you're comparing my scent to that of a garden's. Had it been the actual reason why you'd be smelling blood as well." Eden felt his full stomach suddenly release whatever made him feel heavy. He said what needed to be said, and without further tainting himself with this misery of a conversation, he left his spot and followed what seemed like a panicking Michael. But he also soon vanished like thin air and then re-appeared on the main stage. Not wanting to be a bug, Eden did not interfere and instead went back to his corner, where he avoided everyone and tried to solve his problems by drinking his beverage as if it was grape juice and dissolve his sorrows in solitude.

Michael still felt like the ball was too much for him now, as he lost his place in the song he was playing. He stopped mid song and turned packing him stuff and walking from the stage. He was walking towards the door before he decided to walk over to Percy. "I'm sorry, but-but i can't. ." He took a need breath trying to calm himself. "I can't stay in here right now, maybe we could do something else some other time or something" he said, and smiled slightly. He looked over at the green haired boy, before looking away at the other boy there. "Sorry, I'd love to talk to you but this is all to much for me as im not used to being in the center of balls, as i never held one before." he said.

With them parting words, he turned and left the hall. He walked to his dorm, through the silent halls, biting his lip as he did. Tonight was supposed to be a good night, one where he was going on a date with his crush, surronded by his friends but that didn't happen. Instead he nearly had a panic attack and was embaresssed in front of everyone.

Michael has left the ballroom and the thread, he problary won't be returning. You are welcome to leave or stay. Thank you