Hogwarts: New Generation

[Faust]

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Lucas had expected Anice to push him away as soon as he'd pulled her towards him, but she didn't, therefore Luke was a bit surprised that she allowed him to be this close. He's known her for three years now so he did understand that close contact like this was unacceptable with her, but that just made him appreciate this hug more than he would had normally. Three years ago the two had met during one of Luke's pranking sessions, Anice being very strict with rules, didn't like this one bit and so she stopped him. So after that she kept constant eye on him, making it nearly impossible for him to do any sort of pranking. And whenever he got caught, which was often, he always found himself being reprimanded about nearly everything. How they even managed to become friends was still a mystery to Luke with how the two started out. But he had to admit that he enjoyed having her around and as time went on their chasing and running away became more like a game and they eventually turned out as good friends. Despite that they always kept a more professional attitude towards each other, so physical contact wasn't really a thing with them. Anice was quite surprised when Lucas got to be a prefect to say the least, but in the end this just helped them getting along even better. And so they've built a sort of trust that could probably be compared to that of two old army officers.

This last year has been different however, after Constance had walked away from him he'd felt insecure and depressed. He'd begun doubting himself and having trust-issues, unsure of where his friends stood... if they even were his friends. So he distanced himself in order to find himself again, which had been lost somewhere in all the inner turmoil. Luke did feel bad for deliberately avoiding his fellow prefect, but he was scared and didn't wish to show her what a mess he was. He kept up a facade of his normal self, all in order to avoid any unnecessary attention. It was silly, really, but with Lucas being a half-fae he took the hit harder than most others. It's worn him down mentally and now all he wanted was to get out of this mess somehow, but he didn't know how. He simply felt at loss with himself.

The Princess looked up at him, her face red with embarrassment as he imagined she would be. "Honestly, Lucas Grey. You're nearly an adult. You shouldn't be apologizing for everything you do." She scolded him, for good reason, but with her voice sounding so soft it didn't really feel like a scolding. Of course, he knew this himself. Usually he wouldn't apologize at all, but he simply didn't know what was okay to do. He was afraid he'd do something wrong or being too selfish, almost all his former self-esteem had been taken away. "If you wanted a hug you need just ask." Would that really be okay...? Nevermind that, what she just said was unlike Anice... but she was serious, right? Her face turned into a slightly deeper red and with some hesitation she spoke up again "...we are friends after all. You can trust me..." A wide smile appeared on Luke's face. If only she knew how much these words meant to him right now. He would've held her tighter at that moment, but since the bowl was in the way he decided against it. "Thank you..." He said with a soft voice and let go of her, a smile still apparent on his face. He felt better now, yet also a bit silly for ever doubting their friendship in the first place. One really creates most of their trouble in their own head, it seems. He grabbed a few gummies from the bowl and plucked them into his mouth. "The same goes for you, you know. If you ever need anything, anything, just ask." It only felt right to ask her to do the same, otherwise it wouldn't be fair. He chuckled to himself, it would seem like coming to this party hadn't been such a bad idea after all. No, quite the contrary, he was sort of enjoying it here now. "Also, what do you think of the costume? Pretty neat, isn't it?" He was pretty proud of it himself, even though he didn't do any of the make-up. If they wanted to know, they'd have to ask, he decided.​

 

[Wicked]

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At some point after entering the party, she and Madi had been separated by the masses of tightly packed bodies together on the dance floor. Andi had tried looking for her roommate, but in vain; she was truly lost for the party animals, as if swallowed by the sea made of a crowd. But it was fine. She and Madi were both big girls and could look after themselves. Even if they shared a room and hung out a lot, they were not joined by the hip and both of them had their own friends too. Andi took a sip of her drink that she and Madi had been handed soon after entering, and it had only taken couple of sips for the Gryffindor girl to recognize that there was some sort of alcoholic substance within. She had some old muggle friends that she still knew from elementary school, and sometimes during summers they hung out... And some of those summer nights they consumed some questionable substances together, like London downtown teenagers tended to do. So being drunk was, in fact, not unfamiliar feeling for Andi. She enjoyed it quite a lot actually, but drank rarely as she was not exactly interested in binge drinking. She was a social drinker, who liked being tipsy, be even more crazily impulsive and laugh even harder and louder at everyone and everything while intoxicated. And this was her third drink, and she was already feeling the pleasant warm buzz within.

The ebony haired girl had been swaying on the dance floor by herself for a while, feeling the beat of the music, easily forgetting everyone else surrounding her, letting herself being engulfed by the sounds and let the rhythm take over her body for her. It was easy to stop thinking and just do what felt natural and just move. She was not the best dancer around, but definitely was she not the worst. It was obvious that she knew how to dance, and do it rather well. But what made Andi stand out was that she was not embarrassed, or self-conscious. It was blatant that she was enjoying herself, occasionally dancing with someone, at times by herself her eyes closed, throwing her long hair out of the way, the hem of her long dress billowing and the straps on her knee-high boots and the silver omega-symbol resting against her collarbones gleaming. Constantly smiling or laughing, not afraid to touch someone or be touched; letting boys hold her by the waist when they danced, intoxicated girls share few brief spontaneous kisses that held no actual meaning. It was all good.

A faint glimmer of sweat was soon visible on her skin, but it did not slow her down. She felt good, so she kept going. However, someone caught her gaze. A boy all by himself, looking rather awkward as he drank his punch, stitches drawn all over his skin that made him look like a human patchwork quilt, and rather stylish looking glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Andi knew this boy only by appearance, and his name was... McCarthy? McCallan? McCallion! Yeah, that was his name. He was a Slytherin, and yes, Andi was most of the time all about house rivalry... But tonight she decided she did not really give a damn. And this kid looked like he could use some company, so she decided to bring some light into his life and Grace him with her company.

Andi took a big swig of his drink and abandoned the empty goblet to a closest table, before approaching Ryan McCallion with a room brightening playful smile and an inviting twinkle in her dark blue eyes. Boldly, she took the boy by the hand and started walking backwards towards the dance floor, trying to drag the lanky figured Slytherin with her. "Come on now, don't be a stranger! This Alice needs a dance partner, and you love, look just the part."​

Characters mentioned:
@Misaou - Madison Van Reeden
@Nougat - Ryan McCallion​

 

[VocaStar]

Room of Requirement​

He smiled, something Anice hadn't seen in a while. "Thank you..." he said softly. Anice smiled back, feeling better than she had when she had first entered the party. He let go of her and grabbed some gummies from the bowl. "The same goes for you, you know. If you ever need anything, anything, just ask." Anice nodded, also reaching into the bowl and stuffing bears in her mouth. "I'll hold you to that." she winked. He chuckled and she followed. This party wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Well, it was...but she didn't mind. For some reason all the rule breaking didn't bother her. Even though it was still kind of crowded, loud, and hot. She fanned herself as she looked around for a place where they could...be more private? Not for any weird reasons or anything, just cause she was feeling a bit suffocated. "Also, what do you think of the costume? Pretty neat, isn't it?" She turned back to her friend. "Oh yeah! That's seriously a piece of work there." She smiled, adjusting the tie he wore. "Hey, let's go somewhere a little less crowded..." she said looking around. She remembered Sabrina had set up little booths where people could sit down in privacy. As she located where they were she took his hand and pulled him along, this time taking the lead.

Some booths were already occupied. The only thing acting as a door to the booths were sheer red curtains that were see-through. She could see couples in hot make-out sessions as she looked for an unoccupied booth. "Aha!" she said as she pulled the curtains back to an empty booth. She pulled the skeleton along as she sat down and sat him across from her. "Here we go. Much better!" she laughed, eating more gummies. The noise could still be heard, but at least there was a little less heat since they weren't surrounded by people. She offered the bowl to her white haired companion. "What were we talking about again? Oh yeah! Your costume looks really great! I mean, that make-up is really really impressive. Don't tell me you did that by yourself?" she teased, stuffing yet even more gummies in her mouth. The bowl was getting lighter but she barely noticed it.

OC: I know it's shorter than other posts I've done :O sorry bro XP also I'll try to be faster lol I was a lil busy. Thanks for understanding homes!

@Faust > Lucas Grey

 

[Azzy]

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• Character In Use: Oswin Ravenwood
• Doing?: Conversation with Crispin Fairlie

"Ossy!! You look so cute~★" The reaction from her petite, slightly taller acquaintance was less than surprising. The small, elven looking cat girl gazed up at Crissy with curious, wine colored eyes. Her head tilted to the side a bit, pigtailed hair falling in that direction to follow suit. Crissy moved directly to introductions, introducing Alice as Elizabeth; One of the many Puffs that roamed these halls. Personally, Oswin liked Alice much better, and would most likely continue to address the girl as such...should she ever be bothered to have to interact with her again. Oswin gave a curt nod to Alice, "A pleasure, I'm sure. I'm Oswin Ravenwood the Slytherin Leech according to the papers this morning." She shrugged her shoulders, both sets of her ears twitching with obvious annoyance at The Weasel for even daring to write that. Just then, Crissy cut in. Not that Oswin had anything more to say, "I was about to go and let her party with her more lively friends." More lively friends? Was she joking? Crissy was probably the most lively character here other than The Lady Of The Night who put this entire thing together. Oswin gave Crissy a raised brow stare showing the girl that what she'd just said was such an obvious excuse to ditch Alice that it was almost painful. Naturally, the blond girl paid no mind though, turning to her friend once more, "You will be okay, right?" Alice seemed quite able on her own...for a Puff. She'd have to be considering their mutual friend was now dragging Oswin away by the wrist not even bothering to wait for an answer, "Have fun Lizzy~"

Poor girl.

When they finally reached an empty table, and Crissy had released her wrist, Oswin immediately moved to take a seat, still slightly winded by the rapid movement from one place to the next so unexpectedly. She took a deep breath, her chest rising, and falling quickly,"Do you ever pace yourself, Crissy?" She glared at the blond, but was greeted with her ever cheerful expression, "Whoooo that was fun. Poor Lizzy, love her but she can be a bit of a downer at a party." Oswin sighed as she watched the other adjust her own set of pigtails before turning to flash a smirk in her general direction. "So…a cat? I like it, it suits you!" Hardly. A Copperhead would have suited her better with all the venom she wanted to spit this night. "It was easy, and common. I dont wanna stick out like a sore thumb...much like Banana girl you left Alice with." She stated, but she wouldnt say anymore. Crissy was petting her head, and it was odd. Nice, but odd....and comforting. She quite like it in all honesty, but it made her feel vulnerable so she swatted the girl's hand away just as she moved to show off her neat set of wings, and forked tail, "Can you guess what I am?" The devil in disguise as an innocent, and far too cheerful Ravenclaw. "Uhm...I dont know, some sort of scandalous fairy?" She shrugged, her cat tail swaying idly behind her as she propped her elbow on the table, and placed her cheek in her palm. Her wine colored eyes glanced at Crissy waiting to see if her guess was right, if it wasnt she'd definitely be sure to know. Oswin assumed it would be taken as a half assed insult to call her a fairy when she was clearly nothing of the sort, but eh....if she hadnt guessed Crissy probably would have pestered her until she had. So, she would try to move this conversation in a different direction. "You see the show at the beginning of the party? Gallagher, and friends really outdid themselves." she was clearly indifferent about the entire thing, eyes scanning around the room for a certain Slytherin she had half a mind to strangle.

Hopefully Crissy could distract her enough to save that Weasel's life...or at least his pretty little face.

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CHARACTERS MENTIONED:
@firejay1 - Stella Prince
@VocaStar - Crispin Fairlie, Anice Runeswell
@Crimson77 - Elizabeth Silsbury
@WishfulNemo - Garaile Scriven
@Misaou - Sabrina Gallagher
@Wicked - Jayden Everdragomir​

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[Faust]

OOC: //sighs I feel like I'm not giving you too much to work with here, sorry sorry!

[glow=white]|Room of Requirement|[/glow]

Anice fanned herself, seemingly looking around for something. It was getting rather hot in here, wasn't it? To Lucas the heat wasn't the biggest concern, what concerned him was the amount of people. He was feeling cramped, it was a big room, but even so he couldn't help but feel that there wasn't that much space to move around on. The Slytherin turned back to Luke "Oh yeah! That's seriously a piece of work there." She said as she smiled, then proceeded to adjust his tie. He looked away and blushed a small bit since looking down at her would probably just have made him blush a deeper red, for obvious reasons. Well, he was glad that she liked it. He would've said something about her costume, but he really didn't know what to say. Was it okay to say she looked good in it, or was he going to be branded a pervert if he did? He could absolutely not say that she looked bad, 'cause that'd been a lie. Luke decided it was probably better if he kept quiet for now, at least until she asked what he thought... which he hoped to Merlin's beard she didn't since he'd have sooooo much trouble deciding on what to say. "Hey, let's go somewhere a little less crowded..." Huh... What? Before he had any chance of retaliation, she grabbed his hand and dragged him along. A little less crowded? W-why would they need any sort of privacy? Of course, he was feeling pretty crowded back there but he didn't ask for this! And what about all the rumors that would spread?! He was sort of safe, not being that easily recognizable, but everyone knew what Anice looked like tonight!

It didn't take long before they arrived at their destination; a bunch of booths with see-through red curtains. Luke was getting more and more confused and embarrassed as they went on, there were people making out inside of these! Why were they headed for these? This wasn't good for the poor boy's heart, Anice! "Aha!" He heard her proclaim, then she pulled him in and sat him down, while she went sat down across to him. Any other boy would've probably thought "Score!" or something right now, but Lucas was shaking out of fear, goosebumps and cold sweat running down his face. Being alone with a girl was terrifying, nothing but bad things happened then. Why did Anice bring him here? What did she want? It was nothing bad, right? Come on, this was Anice, despite being strict and all she wasn't a bad person... right?

"Here we go. Much better!" He didn't quite hear what she was saying, everything seemed distorted to him and all he could seem to focus on were the distant chuckles and the belittling words she used to tell him during their private sessions, not to mention the amount of blood he'd had to donate... despite that she never seemed to truly care, especially during the later half of whatever their relation would be called. But the fact that it had been traumatizing remained and now he couldn't help seeing Anice as Constance. He knew it was wrong and silly, he knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, but he just couldn't stop shaking. On top of it all, Luke now felt bad since she'd told him to trust her earlier on and now he was sort of trampling on those words. He told himself to stop this nonsense, telling himself that Anice is a far better person than Constance will ever be, but his body wasn't listening to him anymore. His eyes aimlessly wandered around the booth, he found himself not being able to look at the one sitting across from him. He noticed the bowl of gummybears she offered him, but despite wanting one, he leaned away from it. "What were we talking about again? Oh yeah! Your costume looks really great! I mean, that make-up is really really impressive. Don't tell me you did that by yourself?" She teased him and put another batch of gummies into her mouth. Luke shook his head in a rather violent fashion. He didn't know what to do, his body was frozen in a state of nonsensical fear. To think that Anice of all people had to see this sorry state of his, she must think of him as someone weak- darn it, stop confusing two completely different people with eachother! He gritted his teeth, get back to your senses Lucas Grey! But despite of all his effort, his body just couldn't stop shaking from remembering the trauma. He cursed Constance for making him like this, and cursed himself for being so weak. Luke wished that Anice didn't have to see this side of him, a weak-minded scaredy cat.​

 

[VocaStar]

Room of Requirement​

"Uhm...I dont know, some sort of scandalous fairy?" the young girl guessed, sounding as if she put the least amount of thought into it at all. That or she was a fucking idiot. But Crispin decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. 'Honestly, you can't even pretend you enjoy my company? You came to me. You aren't exactly a joy to have around either but at least I have the decency to pretend you're not an intolerable bitch.' He thought to himself, but the age old smile on his face didn't even flicker. He flicked his wrist and smiled like he'd won a prize, glancing down at the smaller girl "Wrong!~" he chimed. She didn't really seem interested in his guessing game, but Crispin wasn't placed on this shitty world to entertain shitty people. The cat had rested her elbow on the table, looking painfully bored. She seemed aggravated-or, that is, more aggravated than usual. Which peaked his curiousity a bit. She'd said something earlier that he kind of missed, in regards to that article in The Weasel. To be honest he hadn't really read it. He was rather busy today, he only got the chance to skim a little. Something about disappearing boys and her heritage, being half-korrigan. It didn't really matter to him, as far as anyone knew he was a girl. Though it did give him a little more reason to be more careful around her. But depending on how he played it, he could end up using her abilities for his own bidding. So it was good he already had her on his side.

"You see the show at the beginning of the party? Gallagher, and friends really outdid themselves." She said, still sounding apathetic as hell but seemingly trying to make conversation. Ah, that's more like it. He smiled. He actually had not seen the show, he must have missed it. Oh well, the last thing he wanted was to see the half-veela anyway. He had made it a priority of his to avoid the "princess" at all costs. It was too much of a...risk to be around her. Not only did the artificial attraction piss him off to no end, but there were also physical risks. He couldn't deny his anatomy, nature was gonna be fucking nature. So he just steered clear of the blonde and continued life as usual. "I guess I missed it...awww★" he said sounding a bit disappointed but not entirely crushed.

He looked around at the crowd and noticed that the air had changed. The way people were behaving and the mood of the party made him grimace. There was alcohol. Oh definitely. People were stumbling, the dancing was sloppy, and people were just not in their right minds. He also had been hearing whispers about a strange taste in the pumpkin juice, which he just so happened to be standing next to a bowl of. It was very possible and very practical that the drink had been spiked, but that was only a hypothesis. He needed to test it. He turned around and wrapped his delicate fingers around a golden chalice and ever so carefully poured some of the bubbling liquid inside. He looked into it, bracing himself. He knew what the outcome would be if his hypothesis was correct. But he was ready.

"Are you thirsty Ossy?" he said in a cheery tone, turning to her. He handed her the chalice and poured a second one to make her feel more secure about drinking the contents. "I hear the pumpkin juice is a blast." he smiled charmingly. "So, that article in the paper this morning was brutal wasn't it? Honestly some people can be so mean. To write all those horrible things about you...★" He decided to start a conversation he knew she'd be passionate about, that way she could sip at her drink absent mindedly. It was important that he know where the source of the alcohol was coming from. After all, he was searching for a very lucky victim tonight, he had something fun planned.~

@Azzy > Oswin Ravenwood
@Misaou > Sabrina Gallagher

 

[Nougat]

OOC: Ahahahahaha I suck. But I did it. Self-five.

↝Room of Requirement↜

This was a great party. Seriously! He has so far spent the entirety of it holding a drink, but it was a really good drink, and watching what was going on all over was almost as amusing as actually interacting. It was like one of those typical teen movies, except with more people disappearing into the floor and juice that tasted weirdly good. Just groups of people talking, dancing, some better than others, and the occasional person making out with the other. Just as you'd expect.

Ryan was just finishing his second drink, considerably slower than the first as he was honestly trying to figure out what it was(though it really should have been obvious, if he thought about it), when a girl approached, dressed like a character Ryan had seen in an old game before. Ryan had seen the girl sometimes in classes. A Gryffindor, just as loud as you'd stereotypically believe them to be. What did the professors call her? Miss.Grace. Andi Grace. "Come on now, don't be a stranger! This Alice needs a dance partner, and you love, look just the part," she said as she walked, pulling him towards the dancefloor. She had a smile on her face and the sort of energy you'd expect in a party.

Well, Ryan didn't have much choice if he was already being pulled along. If there was one thing about him, it was that he couldn't reject something if he was already halfway there to do it. Not that he would, of course. Dancing seemed like a fun thing to do right at the moment. Which is why he smiled as Andi led him to the space. "With such a beautiful Alice? I'd be honoured to dance with you."

Dropping his empty glass at a table, Ryan walked with Andi to the dancefloor. There was already quite a few people, dancing alone or with each other, seeing as most people didn't opt for standing there with a glass a pumpkin juice, watching people dance. There were people bumping into each other, laughing and yelling conversations. All the better though, seeing as the most experience Ryan has had dancing was probably jokingly dancing around with people as children. He needed an excuse if he accidentally stepped on her feet. Of course, as she had been so kind as to keep him company, it would be even better not to step on her at all.

"Fair warning though, I'm not much of a dancer," Ryan told her, a hint of laughter in his voice. "I think you deserve to know that." She might end up regretting this.​

 

[Bakugou]

{ooc || first post! man, i hope it's okay. }​

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Long ago, Aurelia had read some informational brochure explaining the five stages of grief. They were a normal, healthy part of mending one's spirit after enduring an extreme tragedy. Some might have argued they were an essential part of the healing process, an opinion with which Aurelia had once ardently agreed. Leaning somewhat stiffly against a relatively vacant wall - in this case, the word "vacant" meaning that none of the present people were using it as a brace against which to . . . cavort - clad in a pirate costume far too ornate and heavy for such a hot, stuffy room, with an untouched drink in her hand and the sharp prod of the fake cutlass grating against her hip, Aurelia was rapidly beginning to reevaluate her prior stance on the grieving process.

Hogwarts' general populace was getting quite skilled at that. That is, forcing her to revise her opinions on every single goddamn thing so frequently she feared she'd suffer some form of whiplash. Sometimes, she worried she already did, provided constant confusion and soul-crushing bewilderment counted as symptoms.

Example: someone had quite literally died in these very halls, suffered one of the most humiliating demises known to humankind, and the students were throwing a Halloween party. She wasn't sure whether she should file for a transfer now, or discreetly escape under the cover of the night to avoid discovery. Or some sort of weird, unusually cruel punishment, like . . . burning at the stake. Did Hogwarts do that? Incinerate all who discovered how weird this institution was?

A shudder trickled down her spine, despite the gradual rise in temperature - the room seemed to swell with heat with every passing moment, like it held some sort of personal vendetta against Aurelia's comfort, oddly enough, or maybe she was just nauseous - and, trying to ignore the uncomfortable weight of the captain's hat perched atop her head, she nursed the beverage in her hands, unease pooling in her stomach like ice water. Typical - of course she would be the one to creep herself out at a party, of all places - even if envisioning death by fire was a gruesome thought, still. Not the appropriate time, nor the proper place, especially considering the latest Defense Against the Dark Arts scandal.

Frankly, it was terrifying how easily they were immersing themselves in the festive atmosphere. Yes, the untimely departure had occurred at least two months prior, but . . . still. Maybe Aurelia was being odd about all this, but attending the party almost felt disrespectful, somehow, like she was personally spitting on the deceased's grave. Or maybe it was her - was she the odd one out? The one dwelling on an event long past? I can't be faulted for caring, can I? Granted, she'd never even made half an attempt to acquaint herself with the victim in question, but that was beside the point.

No. Stop that, she reprimanded herself, shaking her head to snap herself out of her little reverie. This is a party - you came here for a distraction, didn't you? Stop embarrassing yourself, you killjoy. Slowly raising the overly full goblet to her lips, wincing as some of its contents sloshed over the brim, she took a tentative sip. Standard party fare, with an unusually bitter aftertaste. Curiously unidentifiable - the rational part of her mind tried to raise an alarm, but every other part of her brain smothered it mercilessly and without restraint - but, funnily enough, she found herself not caring.

One sip lead to another, and soon, she fell into a steady pattern. Observe the throng of students dancing, take a drink, cringe at the taste, gripe about her lack of social initiative - she would admit the dancing did look rather fun - then, finally, rinse and repeat. Ah, well, she mused, at least it's something to do.​

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[Mglo]

>Room of Requirement<​

He felt a pat, much like any other pat he seemed to receive from the crowd around him. Etienne hadn't noticed that he was too nervous and aware of himself that he'd determined to stay put and not move. In other words, he had effectively become a pillar, in full force of his natural strength and therefore very nearly immune to the light shoving that inevitably occurred at a dancing party.

"My, isn't that a scary outfit!"

It wasn't until he felt a thump on his arm that the he realized somebody was talking about him... to him! The minor surprise of it was nothing compared to the heart attack the girl very nearly provoked. It was Melinda! In girly dress and shoes! And she looked nice... but when she giggled Etienne made a sharp air intake that nearly set him on a fit of coughs, but thankfully only two did the trick. "Uh, um..." he began oh so highly confused.

"Care for a dance, bird man?" she asked making Etienne aware of two things. One, she was drunk, and two, she didn't realize it was him. Have mercy Whomping Willow, how drunk must she be to NOT realize it was him?! As Etienne fumbled and struggled to come up with a reaction he was already being pulled away. The brief yet shocking surprise had rendered him malleable apparently, for he felt himself easily dragged away like a rag-doll. Just as he remembered his voice Etienne began to protest, "Listen! I don-" only to be momentarily shut down and unable to process the following conditions: One hand was in Melinda's possession, the other at her waist. With horrified shock Etienne almost glared at Melinda's hand as it reached his shoulder and OMG HE WAS DANCING!

'One, two, three… One, two, three…'

The situation was surreal. Too surreal that Etienne was at a loss. "I give up," he told her, silently reciting a made up and magically useless incantation for the impossibly good fortune of keeping his identity secret.
"When does this song end," he asked anxiously, slightly glad to hear his own voice muffled and yet echoed by the plague mask.
Suddenly Carrot, his Eastern Orange Newt, crawled from who-knows-where onto the hand on his shoulder and down Melinda's arm and around her neck. "GAH!" Etienne reached for it from behind Melinda using the hand that had been at her waist. If his height hadn't given him away, bloody Carrot would. Under his breath he whispered the kind of things he would do to the poor newt should it decide to play another prank on its almighty master. If Etienne could speak to animals, he would have heard little Carrot scoff at the 'almighty' part.
"Let me explain," he addressed Melinda and very clearly realized that as he pulled away it had seemed like he was pulling away from a hug he seemed to have initiated. "Oh my god I can't!" he blurted out and backed away ready to turn and flee back to the safe haven of the space between his bed and his blanket. Except he backed away onto a girl (Amelia Faulkner), effectively making her spill her drink all over her costume.

Characters involved:
@WishfulNemo
@Bakugou

 

[Nemopedia]

[Hogwarts; Room of Requirement]​

If he was late for the party? Never. Garaile was always fashionably on time. With his hat under his arm and his suit hugging his lanky form the Weasel finally made his entrance into the party. Of course he knew he had missed the very exciting opening of his dearest Rina, but he would probably catch hinges and pieces of the event from his fellow students. That if the event really was as amazing as he expected it to be. Afterwards he would straight out lie that it had been 'amazing', when asked for his opinion, to his lovely friend who really had put her all into organising the little event.

The best thing about the party? (Or any event that was run by students for that matter) There was always some poor soul or two that ruined their own image.

Shortly put, it was the perfect place for Garaile to target his next victims. However, it was much too easy as the Scriven boy was convinced that something was to happen. He could taste it in the punch. Knowing the students of Hogwarts something was bound to go wrong, or good, depending from which side one saw it.

With a wide grin set on his face the boy pushed himself away from the table, sneakily glancing around as he grinned at the first drunks in the crowd. Wasn't that interesting? Garaile almost lost it when he realised that Melinda Geralds was taking Etienne Stark out for a dance. The odd combination and their height difference was rousing much hilarity in the crowd. However, the boy didn't linger around for too long as his eyes caught a certain couple that was awfully close to each other.

"Ohohohohoho?" he laughed to himself, his eyes bright. He did see Sabrina there at the table, forcing some gummy bears to Anice, but he didn't bother to come closer and to greet her. After all, she was of a lower priority right now. It was Anice he took interest in, his favourite prefect and object of torture. And while the colour of on face told him enough Garaile couldn't believe that it could be this easy. Anice, on a secret party? Drinking? Not to mention, she was being lovey-dovey with a guy! The Weasel's eyes lit up even brighter when he realised that he may have actually hit the jackpot there. Could he really be this lucky? Moving himself through the crowd the Mad Hatter was stumbling over his feet, pushing students aside as he didn't care for the dirty glares they gave him. He was out for a new headline! There it was, right in front of him, he was going to… Words couldn't describe the ecstasy he was in, his mind running overtime as he felt his fingers itch to write.

"Jack and Anice sitting in da booth, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

He would have sang it wasn't it that the boy planned to keep the scene all for himself. He was a jealous lover, he admitted. He couldn't have sharing this glorious moment in which he was to interrupt their sweet time with the rest of the party. Besides, it would take out half the sappiness and the glamour it would give to the papers if he did reveal them now. On the other hand, the Weasel didn't know who this person was that decided to be Jack Skellington for the night. He just hoped that it was someone worthwhile. No, Garaile was aiming for the full reaction of the papers and so he sneaked up onto the couple, pushing the thin curtains aside.

"It is a little cramped in here, no?" with a cheesy grin Garaile revealed himself, making himself comfortable between the couple. "Anice, love," he cried, almost as if his heart was breaking, but everyone knew better with Scriven. "I feel betrayed, was our love meaningless?" He made an overdramatic gesture as he said this, rolling his eyes and turning his head closer towards the prefect. "But aren't you the promiscuous one?" his voiced was honing as he winked at the girl. His eyes leered down at the short dress she was wearing. This certainly wasn't the usual style of the uptight girl and Garaile could only guess that it was Sabrina who had forced her into one. He should thank her later, if he remembered.

"Now, who is this lover of yours," he cooed. Pushing himself away from Anice the boy fell with his head into the lap of the male companion. Looking up to the face of the stranger Scriven frowned his eyes a little as he was unsure of who this could be. It took a while to look past all of the makeup the boy wore, but Garaile soon enough found that it was Lucas Grey himself. Eyes widening in surprise the Weasel started to shake uncontrollably. Though not in fear, never with the shameless boy, but in laughter and disbelief. Today really was his lucky day! Not only did he catch Anice in a scandalous revealing outfit and frick fracking with some dude in the booths, but the guy happened to be Luke as well! And didn't it just so happen that the Weasel had a score to settle with the Ravenclaw prefect? Everything was playing out so conveniently, Garaile almost didn't dare to believe that it was true.

"Luke!" he exclaimed. "Dear, how are you doing?" the journalist hiccupped, wiping his tears away. Oh the joy, he was so grateful that boy. Whoever the force was that threw him this opportunity inside of his lap, Garaile would pray to them and join their church right this instant!

"Boy, haven't seen you in a while, yesterday wasn't it?" the Weasel continued as he caught his breath. "And you were with that Helling girl then, how scandalous!" Garaile broke out into another laugh as he held his stomach. Of course he meant it suggestive, he wasn't going to let the loss of yesterday go unpaid. This was way too convenient. There was too much luck at once, but the Weasel boy took it for now. He wasn't one to deny a present.

Finally, after a few short moment Garaile composed himself. Picking up his hat that had rolled off when he let himself fall into Luke's lap. Dusting it off before putting it on his head again the Mad Hatter let go of a satisfied sigh.

He had to admit, the role of Mad Hatter didn't suit him much he believed. He did find himself to be very handsome in the suit, and he had expected no less from Sabrina's choice, but he knew that he was more of a Chesire. Forever smiling and an idiot that kept escaping. Though there was no reason for Garaile to think and wonder about that now. He was at the party and having the time of his life ruining the lives of his dearest peers. "Now, Luke," he started as he finally composed himself. Though he knew he had been faking his cheerful outburst before, it just felt good to drag out their demise. "You never told me about your ears." The Weasel suddenly turned very serious as he asked this, waving his finger in front of the prefect's eyes. "I really would like to know, you know?" he followed, but knew that the boy wouldn't give a damn about him or his feelings. No one did.

"I will make it easy for ya," he started, a smile reappearing on his face again. What a lousy journalist he would be if didn't do any of his homework. That bright hair, the way the prefect avoided the topic and not to mention the recent 'anonymous' rant to the school paper. Garaile would have to be an idiot if he hadn't suspected anything by now. The ears were just an excuse to finally confront the boy about it. The Weasel could be considerate, if he wanted to. "Pray, are you mayhaps a…" the boy pursed his lips for a while as he tapped his chin, as if he was deep in thought of what he was about to say. Though honestly, he had his words ready for a long time. "Half-Fae?"

That was it. The words were out and with that all Garaile needed was one confirmation. Yes, or no, maybe even more. With a cheesy grin Garaile was already determined on what his answer would be. Honestly, he didn't even need the answer if he truly wanted to write the article, but the boy just loved to show his victims that there was no way they could escape him.​

Characters mentioned/involved:
@Misaou 's – Sabrina Gallagher
@WishfulNemo 's – Melinda Geralds
@Mglo 's – Etienne Stark
@VocaStar 's – Anice Runeswell
@Faust 's – Lucas Grey

 

[Nemopedia]

[fieldbox=Hogwarts; Room of Requirement, yellowgreen, solid]
After retreating and leaving Romeo kissing with the girl the foreigner had decided that it was about time that he explored the party. Perhaps he could run into one of his other acquaintances or friends? Curious he set off as he wondered what the rest had dressed up like for the night. Besides, he was still to fish out Theodore from the crowd. However, knowing the blonde he probably had retreated back to the chambers again once he had deemed that he had seen enough of the room. It wasn't a pressing matter, seeing as they fortunately didn't decide on appearing as each a half of a horse. The discussion on who was to be the back and who stood at the front wasn't worth it anyway.

Just as he took a few steps back from the table August's eyes fell over a familiar figure he had encountered earlier today. It seemed that he was running into Seraphim quite a lot these recent days and every time they did the girl seemed to be high on emotions. This time it was discomfort that she displayed, as Jabari Asim, another classmate in Gryffindor, stripped her off her cloak and revealed what she wore underneath. He could see that it left the shy girl flustered, as she tried to cover herself up. August felt a little apologetic for the Hufflepuff, knowing that she was self-conscious about the skin that she was revealing. Obviously the costume wasn't one of her own choices, just like his wasn't something he had chosen on his own. Perhaps she would feel better if she found that she wasn't the only one being forced to expose a little more limb and chest than they usually would. Besides, her drinking the punch was a little worrying. Not after what he had seen happen with Romeo.

"I wouldn't drink too much of that, Sera," the boy said as he approached her. Shoving his hands inside of the pockets of his pants he smiled a little at the fox girl. She looked cute he found, but didn't say so. For some reason there was a barrier there that prevented him from doing so, perhaps a lingering sort of shyness that he had kept from years before. "Gryffindor seems to be setting an example of what will happen if you do," he dryly commented, making a nod towards the dancefloor. It was a good thing that he was observant in character, or he might have ended up like one of them. The thought alone made him groan, especially because he had seen a certain piece of mischief in the room. Who knew what the Weasel would write about you in the next issue, or worse, blackmail you with? Cringing a little the foreigner didn't want to think about that anymore, focussing his attention back to the girl.

"Did you come with someone here?" the Turk asked, wondering why the girl was left on her own. Seraphim didn't seem to be the type who would go out to a party alone. August assumed that she would have done the opposite instead if she didn't have anyone to coax her to come. A little unfortunate, as it made the girl look so very helpless while she was capable of much more than she credited herself. It reminded him of how he had hurriedly left her behind with Luke in the music room earlier today. How did it end? The two of them barely knew each other and the foreigner wasn't sure whether Luke had made himself feared by the Hufflepuff after the prefect's little outburst. Surely August's sudden exit could have possibly make things a little awkward, if not more, but he tried to ignore that part. Or rather, deny that it happened. The Ravenclaw just hoped that he was overthinking everything too much. [/fieldbox]
Characters mentioned/involved:
@Wicked 's – Romeo Cooper
NPC – Theodore Williams
@Azzy 's – Seriphim Brimm
NPC – Jabari Asim
Mglo 's – Etienne Stark
WishfulNemo 's – Melinda Geralds & Garaile Scriven

 

[VocaStar]

Room of Requirement​

She waited for a response, but instead he sat there. Was it her or did he look cold? He was shaking in his boots, looking as if he'd just seen some kind of ghost. She looked down and scratched her ear awkwardly. This was strange...was he..afraid? Afraid of what? The awkwardness that hung in the air made her cheeks burn. Maybe she should just try and keep conversation going. Was it a mistake to bring him in the booth? Maybe he got the wrong idea. That thought made her blush even more. Wait, no! Th-that's not what she meant- "It is a little cramped in here, no?"

Anice's eyes widened as she turned quickly to see none other than the weasel himself stuffing himself into the small booth. Anice reluctantly moved over to allow some room. 'Ohhh ffffflubber nuggets.' She thought. The last person she wanted to see. Ever. In life. Her face reddened which didn't help her case. Granted, it wasn't looking very good anyway. Gods, she really really really shouldn't have come to this party. Damnit Sabrina! "Anice, love," she turned to him, having an annoyed look on her face. "I feel betrayed, was our love meaningless?" he said with an overdramatic gesture. She only raised an eyebrow and remained silent, glaring at him. He always went on about they're 'love' that was really just a way to get under her skin. Which he was good at. His face inched closer to hers, making her flinch and cheeks burn brighter. "But aren't you the promiscuous one?" she twitched as she suddenly felt embarrassed again. Her hands quickly covered her chest and legs, but couldn't hide much. He was really having some fun wasn't he?

"Now, who is this lover of yours," he cooed as he pushed himself away and landed his head on Lucas's lap. Anice's eyes widened. She'd been trying to ignore him and not respond but the words slipped out her mouth, "We're not lovers..." she mentally slapped herself since she knew not to feed him her comments. She sat and clutched her bowl of gummy bears tightly, pouting. Stupid Scriven. Stupid stupid jerk.

He frowned up at the boy until finally exclaiming, "Luke! Dear, how are you doing?" he bellowed, holding all his laughter as he wiped actual tears that crept into his eyes. She rolled her eyes and gave a look at Lucas that read annoyance with the third member in their company. Well this night was just going up and down. Though it had finally hit rock bottom. "Boy, haven't seen you in a while, yesterday wasn't it? And you were with that Helling girl then, how scandalous!" Anice didn't really know what he was talking about but she just looked at Garaile confused. Helling? The slytherin that had been suspended? What had Lucas been doing around those kinds of people? Then she stopped herself realizing she had been making rash judgements. She remained silent.

Finally Scriven composed himself and picked his hat that had fallen. He placed it on his head and let out a satisfied smile. Was he done? Could he please be done...she was starting to get a headache. "Now, Luke, you never told me about your ears." he waved a thin finger in front of Lucas's face and talked sternly, "I really would like to know, you know?" Anice blinked and looked up. Ears? What was he talking about? What? She couldn't lie, her curiousity had now been peaked. And by the Weasel! She was gonna be sick. "I will make it easy for ya, pray, are you mayhaps a…" the boy pursed his lips, "Half-Fae?"

Anice didn't move, but only looked at Lucas and back to Scriven. Half-Fae? Like a half-breed? His hair was an odd shade, but she always thought that had been a transfiguration. As she thought about it more, it would make sense. But even if it was true (or not) it wasn't any of Scriven's business. Clearly Lucas never told anyone for a reason. No doubt because of the harsh persecution half-breeds faced. And she understood having a deep secret. Everyone had their secrets. She started to feel bad for her friend as he was being interrogated in front of her. All of a sudden she felt this burning in her chest, like she should do something. Like she should--do something! But she didn't know what. If her mind was right, she might attempt casting something or saying something--but she wasn't in her right mind. And in a sudden moment of impulsiveness she reached up and pulled the Weasel away from her friend and into herself, her lips colliding into his.

It was Anice's first kiss since she was much younger. But she was hazy anyway, the gummy bears had taken their toll. The bowl fell to the ground as the last gummy bear fell out. She clutched the Weasel's shirt tightly, keeping him close. Her eyes were clenched so she didn't exactly know what Lucas was doing but she could imagine his face. She didn't exactly know what she was expecting him to do. Run? Maybe? She didn't know. She didn't care. What was happening was happening and that was that. Sure. Maybe he'd write she was a horrible kisser, or a slut. But she didn't care. Plenty of people had plenty of things to say about her, but she was going to protect her friends with everything she had.

OOC: hah! Take your own medicine nemoooo XDDD

@WishfulNemo > Garaile Scriven
@Faust > Lucas Grey
@Misaou > Sabrina Gallagher

 

[Wicked]

[glow=red]⊱ Room of Requirement ⊰[/glow]



The McCallion boy smiled, and said; "With such a beautiful Alice? I'd be honored to dance with you," as he dropped his chalice to the table and let her drag him by the hand. Andi barked out a humored laugh at that, and quipped back. "And you are just as silver-tongued as they come!" They were not words out of ill will or anything of the sort, as she would gladly let him offer her his honeyed words as she would eat them right up at this point. Slytherins could be nice too, so it seemed, even if she had never had friends from the Snakes before.

They stepped in the midst of moving bodies, letting themselves to be swallowed by the festive crowd. The mood was very contagious, and because of it, it was easy to forget to feel embarrassed and just have fun; nobody was looking what you were doing, and nobody really cared. There was a boy who was doing a wonky looking robot dance to entertain his friends, some girl was really busting out her moves, and some people just seemed like they were pretty much jumping around. And of course, then there was the wix that knew only the classic couple dancing, and they swept along the floor with each other, swirling and laughing. It was always interesting with the magical folk, Andi had noticed along the years, as it was a mixture of times of old and a hint of modern trying to peek through. She shared a bright smile with one couple who were really going for the Candyman dance before they continued their merry way sweeping each other away into the crowd.

"Fair warning though, I'm not much of a dancer," McCallion told her once she found a suitable spot both of them could fit, a hint of laughter in his voice. "I think you deserve to know that."

"It's alright mate. I have a housemate who can sing like an angel, but he can't dance to save his life. He has two left feet and the rhythmic sense of a mountain troll, so don't worry. I've seen it all!" She yelled over the music and the noisy crowd, laughter in her voice as she thought about Romeo Cooper's lacking sense of dance skills. Then it hit her, understanding flashing deep within her dark blue eyes, realizing that this boy had probably never been to a dance party like this, and could at best probably waltz. So maybe they could start with something he knew and after he relaxed, Andi could start teaching him how to bust out the moves.

"Just don't think too much on it, that's the idea." Andi shot him an emphatic smile and got closer to him, grabbed his left hand to her right, and directed his right to her waist and then placed her left hand onto his shoulder. He was a five or so inches taller than her, but he was not too tall to make her crack her neck looking up at him this close like some of her tallest male friends did. Like Sam, he really needed to shrink and stop lifting her up like a kid whenever he happened to think he had enough of her nonsense. "Just unwind and have some fun, right?" She patted his shoulder in a friendly manner. "I can lead if you're unsure, don't worry about it. We can start slow. Just copy me."

The song blaring from the big gramophone was not exactly meant for slow dancing, but as per usual, Andromeda Grace did not give a damn. She looked at Ryan McCallion in the eyes and in a way she hoped looked encouraging, and started moving her feet slowly, letting him take his time to catch up with her. When he would feel confident enough with himself, Andi would probably let him twirl her around or something.


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Characters mentioned:
@Nougat - Ryan McCallion
My OC - Romeo Cooper​

 

[Sailor Arti]

[glow=plum]Room of Requirement[/glow]

"Good." Jayden said taking a sip of the drink Sabrina had gotten for him. "Keep up the good work, My Queen." He added dryly, emphasising the title. Sabrina didn't say anything but just tipped the chalice back to her lips. Her expression said something along the lines of 'Good boy', for him addressing her properly. Her eyes wandered back over to where the Skeleton and her Princess had run off to. Sabrina began to ponder the reason why the Skeleton would do such a rash thing as to drag Anice away from her. Maybe, it was more than just trying to escape the crowd? Did Anice have an... admirer? Oh how cute, that is if that was the case.

"My my, I can tell that the Demon Lord has so much fun, doesn't he?" The guy dressed as a Leprechaun said, Sabrina took notices of some movement out of the corner of her eye. That's when she focused on the four mice that were poking out of his hat. Her eyes narrowed. She didn't particularly like them but whatever, who was she to tell someone what they can and cannot have? "You should have more parties like this, just in his honor, miss." He was quick with the sarcasm tonight. She wondered how Jayden would take to all of this. The corners of her lips twitched in a smile anticipating his reaction.

Sabrina turned back to face her Dhampir friend to see him staring off in a direction, eyes glazed over. She frowned as she turned to look in the direction he was staring. Her eyes scanned over a couple of unfamiliar faces but nothing clicked. Nothing that would make Jayden stare all slack jawed like that. That's when she noticed her. It took her a minute to register because, well, Kiyoko didn't exactly look like herself. She sure did have an interesting... taste in costume apparel. To be honest, Sabrina hadn't expected Kiyoko to come. She hadn't seen her after the incident yesterday so she figured she'd be holed up in her room depressed or something. Guess not. She turned back to look at Jayden, placing a hand on her hip, she groaned.

"Morning, sunshine." The leprechaun spoke up and chuckled once Jayden snapped out of it. He bowed lightly once more and stepped back. "If you will excuse me, I got my date to catch. Once again, great party." He winked playfully at Sabrina before leaving Sabrina and Jayden alone again.

Sabrina glanced back at Kiyoko then to him, "Why don't you stop giving her goo goo eyes and go talk to her." Sabrina said waving him off.

She didn't want him to go over there but who was she to restrain him? That was his girlfriend after all. Sabrina refused to keep him from her. Though she would rather not to be alone, but be around someone she actually liked. But whatever, you win some and you lose some right? Even though it seemed like she'd been on a losing streak lately. She took a gulp of her spiked pumpkin juice. She inhaled a bit, shaking her head. It wasn't as strong as the gummy bears but still, she felt the kick from it that was for sure. She had raided the alcohol cabniet many times at her house, so this wasn't her first taste of alcohol, but she wasn't too good with holding her liqueur.

She turned her attention back to where she had left off her project and her Skeleton King. Surely they offered her more entertainment than the disgustingly romantic fool beside her. She rolled her eyes and the corners of her mouth twitched to form a smile as her mind wandered to picture Jayden been struck with an arrow in the chest by a baby Jayden in a diaper. She shook her head again. Why she thought of that, she had no idea, but it was funny. Why would Jayden be Cupid? She looked down at her now empty chalice. Surely the alcohol wasn't getting to her this quickly?

That's when she noticed her familiar weasel friend. She shook her head. Up to no good as always, it seemed. She watched the facial expressions on the Skeleton and the Princess shift and the sudden presence of their new guest. Ah, that was the normal expression he got. Sabrina chuckled, he had to be one of the most hated people in Hogwarts, and he was okay with that. She commended him.

Whatever Garaile was saying the other two didn't seem to be enjoying it too much. That was nothing out of the usual. Sabrina was about to look away when Anice's sudden movement held her gaze.

Her jaw dropped. "What in the name of Merlin..." She muttered under her breath as she took in the scene; Anice had just grabbed Garaile and planted a kiss on him. Her eyes widened, oh shit she was in trouble. This had to be because of the gummy bears. And she was the reason behind the alcohol. What they hell was she thinking? That thought seemed to bounce around the Weasel and the Skeleton too.

'What the hell are you doing just staring! Use this Sabrina! Use it!'

Sabrina turned and beckoned to one of her lackeys to bring her camera. She knew she was going to use it for something tonight. She didn't know it would be used for this though. She was suddenly glad she had listened to her gut and brought it along. The taste of payback was sweet on her lips. She couldn't resist to give Garaile a taste of his own medicine for once.

Sabrina elbowed Jayden in the rib, "Look at our Princess!"

With that she beckoned him to follow as she moved in closer to get a picture. A wicked grin spread across her lips as she looked through the lens of her camera. "Gotcha~" as she clicked the button and the camera flashed in their direction.



Characters mentioned:
@Wicked - Jayden Everdragomir
@Ritual Lobotomy - Felix Bell
@Namora - Kiyoko Oshiro
@VocaStar - Anice Runeswll
@Faust - Lucas Grey
@WishfulNemo - Garaile Scriven
NPC - Sabrina's Henchman
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[Wicked]

[glow=green]⊱ Room of Requirement ⊰[/glow]



"Morning, sunshine."

Jay wanted to close his eyes and sigh. Of course, they had noticed. Thankfully he had not drooled, so it could always be worse. He glanced at the Leprechaun, hoping that there was not going to be any further commentary about it. And thankfully, there was not. For once.

The tall boy bowed and stepped back, addressing mostly Sabrina; "If you will excuse me, I got my date to catch. Once again, great party." He winked playfully at the Slytherin girl and walked away before she would manage to reply. Both Jay and Sabrina stared after the withdrawing tall figure in silence, the aforementioned still wondering what the hell he had originally even been on about, and the latter glancing at Kiyoko in the crowd and then Jay.

"Why don't you stop giving her goo goo eyes and go talk to her."

The raven haired individual made a somewhat strangled sound somewhere from the back of his throat in embarrassment, and hurried to deny it. "I wasn't--!" His voice cracked to a higher pitch in panic, and he cleared his throat, calming himself and lowering his voice as he shifted his eyes away, grumbling in annoyance, "...I wasn't giving her the goo goo eyes."

Though he knew he could try to lie to Sabrina, but he could never lie to himself. Jay knew by a fact that he had been ogling at Kiyoko like a freak, and there was no denying it. He just wished nobody else had been there to see it. But nevertheless, Sabrina did not have any of his nonsense, as her attention had shifted elsewhere, so whatever desperate vindication he would try to offer her would go in from the ear and out of the other. And that alone made Jay want to groan. Sometimes he wondered if he and Sabrina had become friends only for her to have someone to poke fun at.

Jay took another sip of his drink, at least glad that the Veela had dropped the subject, and since she did not seem to be too interest in holding a conversation with him at the moment, Jay returned back to what he really wanted to do; that was right, to stare at his girlfriend from afar, at least for now. He really wanted to go to her, he really, really wanted to, but he also wanted her to socialize with others for a change even though he and her were thick as thieves. She was a more recent transfer, and if she kept only around him, he would kill off most of her chances to make new contacts simply because he happened to exist. Like most Slytherins and Pure-bloods, Jay knew Kiyoko would value knowing as many people as possible, and he did not want to tamper on her conquest to make friends. Just as long as no one tried tried anything funny on her. Like if any guy would ask her to dance or tried offering her drinks that could have who knows what dropped into them, he would instantly be there. Which was why he was... keeping an eye on his girlfriend. And giving a nasty glare at any other boy who seemed to look at her longer than was needed. Like for example, Scorpius Malfoy, who looked like he had been about to approach her from the crowd, but once he accidentally locked eyes with Jay, who was giving the other boy the look like fifty attack dogs on a single leash, Scorpius turned instantly on his heels with an uncomfortable expression and made his way to complete opposite direction.

Jealous? Him? Ha! Ha ha ha! Yes.

Once he had driven off Malfoy with a single death glare, Jay took another sip from his drink, his gaze passing casually over his roommate Peter Berlioz who was chatting with his grilfriend. The French had proven to be alright, he figured, even if he did have rather questionable motives at times. But at least he had shown his interests did not lie on the Asian girl beyond being a casual acquaintance, and that reassured him. And Jay was quite sure the Frenchie was not the kind of idiot who would be suicidal and try and mess with his roommate's girlfriend, unless he really wanted a slow death. So with this reasoning, Jay felt alright leaving her into his hands. He was sure Peter would take care of her and keep all the possible creeps at bay in his own quirky way.

"What in the name of Merlin..." Sudden surprised murmur that escaped Sabrina next to him caught his attention in mid sip. With a questioning hum Jay tried to look at what she was looking once he saw her expression turn into a flabbergasted one. Once his sharp blue eyes found the source, and before he could properly swallow the contest of his mouth, he nearly choked on it as he took in the scene. Anice Runeswell was kissing Garaile Scriven! Jay was taken over by a huge coughing fit, that turned into surprised laughter once the worst had subsided, his eyes watering a bit from the corners. Sabrina quickly demanded one of her henchmen bring her vintage magic powered camera, and once she had it, she elbowed him in the rib.

"Look at our Princess!" She beamed like a proud mother at him.

"Yeah, they grow up so fast." Jay said with a mocking fake pride and sadness of a parent, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes that had formed there during the coughing, but what he now pretended were the tears of joy for their latest adopted protege. For extra effect, he sniffled couple of times. An act worth an Oscar, he was sure.

Sabrina beckoned for him to follow, and with somewhat mischievous smirk, he did. Once she was close enough, Sabrina snapped a picture, the flash of the camera blinding the closest people, making Jay especially squint his very light sensitive eyes. And right after he had recovered which only took about two seconds, Jay pushed his fingers into his mouth and catcalled loudly, gaining lot of people to turn to look at them -- a lot had already done so after seeing the bright flash of the camera. In the booth where Anice was sitting and had pulled the Weasel into a kiss was also a third person, a boy with light hair and skeleton make up, the same guy with a pin-stripe suit Anice had force fed the gummy candies before. He looked somewhat familiar, but with the ridiculous amount of paint on his face it was hard to tell who he exactly was. Not to mention the fact that Jay did not really give a fuck, so his interest to find out dropped plenty fast, as he returned his attention back to Anice and Garaile with a lopsided smirk.

Jay clapped his hands together in feigned surprise, even though it was very obvious from his expression that he was finding all of this all too amusing. "But Princess! I taught you to at least mingle with men," he said with what sounded like a concerned parent, but dropped quickly to his usual sardonic voice as he tilted his head and as his gaze fell upon Garaile; "and not with animals."​

Characters mentioned:
@Misaou - Sabrina Gallagher
@Ritual Lobotomy - Felix Bell
@Namora - Kiyoko Oshiro
NPC - Scorpius Malfoy
@Strayed - Peter Berlioz
@VocaStar - Anice Runeswell
@WishfulNemo - Garaile Scriven
@Faust - Lucas Grey​

 

[Nemopedia]

[Hogwarts; Room of Requirement]​

She didn't notice that her partner was hesitant to dance with her, neither did she listen to any of his protests. Melinda believed that since he was found on the dancefloor that the stranger was asking for a dance. There was no reason to protest and thus she ignored all 'uhms' and 'buts' that were headed her way.

It was only when something crawled up her arm that Melinda stopped for a while. Before she could see what the being was that had broken her from her trance the arm of her partner gripped towards it, leaning over her figure as if he was going for a hug. "Let me explain," the voice said in a hurry, almost as if he was afraid. Melinda stared at her partner in a puzzled manner not quite understanding why it was that he had to explain. However his next reaction was even more puzzling as he backed with a jerk. Stiffening a little the girl wondered if it was something behind her, or that it was because of her that the male had such a strong reaction. Feeling a slight pang inside of her heart Melinda couldn't help but to feel a little rejected.

"Now there is no reason to…" she started, but never finished as she found that her partner had walked into someone much like she did. However, unlike her the male backend into a girl with a drink in hands, effectively drenching the victim in her own drink. Holding back a laugh Melinda realised that it was a familiar face who fell victim to the bird man's clumsy antics. Aurelia Faulkner and though the shorter girl felt much disdain for the peer, finding her highly annoying, she did feel a little sorry seeing her drenched by the punch.

"Haha, you remind me of that giant Etienne," Melinda giggled in good humour. "He is so stupidly tall that his brain frequently disconnects with his feet!" she joked and stalked closer towards Aurelia. Taking off her gloves Melinda started to gently pat her classmate's forehead dry, giggling ever so gleefully. Of course she had yet to realise that her mysterious dance partner was indeed the giant she had spoken of earlier, but it was only the less damage done if she didn't.

"There we go," she cooed as she pressed her other clean glove into the hands of Aurelia. "Return it to Zoey whenever you've cleaned it. I hate to see her horrified expression to see that I dirtied it," she chirped before she patted Aurelia's head. "No hard feelings all right?" she asked trying to sound just as sweet and gentle as her sister Lorene would sound in the same situation, but it was a failed attempt. Laughing at her own imitation Melinda then leaned over to Aurelia, giving her a peck on the cheek. "You better forgive or I will give you another one!" she exclaimed, knowing that Aurelia would be disgusted with the thought. She just momentarily forgot that she as well would be disgusted with the thought of having to kiss her fellow Gryffindor shorty.

With that Melinda turned back to Etienne, who she still hadn't realised the identity of, as she tipped her head lightly down in a bow, just as the manners had taught her. "We, sir, have a dance to finish," she smiled as she raised up her hand for the other to take. The small painful disturbance of earlier already forgotten and buried in the back of her mind.

Characters mentioned/involved:
@Mglo 's – Etienne Stark
@Bakugou 's – Aurelia Faulkner
NPC - Zoey Black

 

[Faust]

[glow=white]|Room of Requirement|[/glow]

Silence. There was nothing but silence and awkward shuffling between the two. He had managed to calm himself down enough to have begun eating away at the gummies, gradually calming him down further. He felt ashamed for not being too chatty, but both of them knew that Lucas wasn't the social type. Still, they haven't chatted like this for quite some time now so there should be plenty of things to talk about. Despite that, Luke couldn't come up with a single thing, his head was completely empty. Nothing. Completely silent. The more gummy bears he ate, the less he seemed to care. Just sitting in silence wasn't that bad neither, no?

This silence was cut short by the sudden appearance of a certain weasel. "It is a little cramped in here, no?" Scriven had that same annoying grin he always wore whenever he'd found his next big article. This really didn't bode well for the two prefects, who knows what sort of rumors he'd spread? "Anice, love, I feel betrayed, was our love meaningless?" Luke cringed, he knew that it was simply a way of getting under Anice's skin, but it had some sort of effect on Lucas as well, to which he answered with an annoyed glare. It didn't make things better with Scriven so close to Anice either. That weasel was not going to end this soon, he never did. Looking at Anice, she wasn't enjoying herself at all. That was a given of course, no one in their right mind would enjoy being around Scriven, right? At least Lucas didn't know of anyone who did and deduced that if there was they were probably very odd people. The journalist looked at Anice's dress "But aren't you the promiscuous one?" He winked at her, further annoying the Skeleton. The best course of action right now would be running away while all attention was on the Princess, but that meant leaving Anice alone which was something that would be extremely rude. Besides, Luke didn't exactly feel like running away anyway, no... something nastier was in order he felt. But now was not the time to strike as he risked hitting Anice instead, or worse, having her getting puke all over her. Man... That'd be a bummer and he'd definitely not be able to live with being responsible for that.

"Now, who is this lover of yours," L-lovers? They weren't lovers! Luke opened his mouth to object, but before he could do so the Weasel had landed his head on Luke's lap. "We're not lovers..." Yes! Listen to her! They're not like that! Scriven's sudden action had sort of caught Lucas off guard, he wasn't quite sure what to do in this sort of situation, so he simply sat there and stared confusedly at the the head that was now on his lap. Had Luke not been intoxicated with alcohol, he would've most likely anticipated it, but he felt sort of... slow. Scriven frowned a bit while he was trying to figure out who was behind all that paint, Luke grinned, there was no way he'd figure out who it was. Everything was changed, the color of his hair, the eyes that now more like black holes than eyes and he'd made sure that his ears were well hidden. However, much to Luke's demise, Garaile's eyes widened and he began shaking almost uncontrollably. He'd been seen through, hadn't he? How, Luke didn't understand, but this Slytherin journalist probably had a knack for stuff like this. This wasn't good though, knowing Scriven he'll begin asking questions about his ears. This time there was no escape, he had to alter the truth somehow... somehow, darn it, he had a very hard time thinking right now. "Luke! Dear, how are you doing?" He exclaimed and wiped the tears from his eyes, this dude was having a grand time messing around with them. And with every single word this guy sprouted out, Luke could feel his blood slowly beginning to boil. "Boy, haven't seen you in a while, yesterday wasn't it? And you were with that Helling girl then, how scandalous!" Weasel laughed yet again, holding his stomach and this was one long laugh. Yes, he'd been with Helling yesterday, but that hadn't been more than her helping him and his poor legs to the infirmary... not to mention he was completely bald back then, something he's still ashamed of. Hadn't it been for that one fireball hitting him, this whole situation would be avoided, at least partially. Scriven would still have come in here, but the question that was about to come soon would not have existed. Maybe. What would he answer this journalist anyway? Telling the truth was always the easier option, but with Anice there he didn't feel so sure about that. The Ravenclaw silently groaned, this was giving him a headache, he was never this slow with coming up plans. But as stated earlier, his head was completely empty, the only thing there was the thought of blasting this annoyance out of here. After a short while, said annoyance calmed himself and picked up the hat he'd dropped earlier, dusting it off and put it back on his head.

"Now, Luke, you never told me about your ears." There was a sudden seriousness in the air. Scriven was not going to let go of this opportunity. "I really would like to know, you know?" Of course you do, everyone would be. Taking a quick glance on Anice, Lucas understood that she was quite intrigued as well, whether she wanted to be or not. Lucas narrowed his eyes, not in annoyance, but in a cold glare. A battle of wits was a no go, Luke was in no shape for that, all of those gummies had dulled him to such a degree that thinking was too bothersome. It seems like Garaile had won this time as well, Lucas had no cards to play. "I will make it easy for ya," The weasel smiled again, which made Lucas realize that it didn't matter if he tried sneaking his way around. This journalist already knew. He was just having fun messing around with the white haired Skeleton. It didn't matter whether he got an answer or not. "Pray, are you mayhaps a…" He continued, tapping his finger against his chin as if in deep thought. Lucas was frozen stiff, not out of fear , oh no. Luke was pissed, he felt like he was burning, his sight was turning into a red haze. "Half-Fae?" Luke decided that his reaction would be enough and was about to lash out at the Weasel. But then something completely unexpected happened.

Anice pulled Scriven away from her white haired friend and what Luke saw when he turned his head to look made his jaw drop. The two Slytherin's lips were now pressed against each other, Anice was clutching Scriven's shirt tightly. Lucas found himself sitting still, dumbfounded, confused and jealous. He doesn't know how long he sat there, just watching the two. Why did Anice do that? Did she mean for him to escape? Or perhaps she simply had the hots for Scriven? Luke shook his head at the latter thought, nooo no no, there was no way she'd like him in any way. Right? Lucas didn't move an inch until there was a bright flash coming from the outside of the booth, along with a loud whistle. This seemed to wake Luke from his earlier confusion as he looked towards the direction the flash and the whistle had come from. Much to his annoyance there were now several people watching, the two in front being Sabrina and Jay. Oh good, this was exactly what he needed, more attention. Did these two really have to be here at this moment? Couldn't they choose a different time? Noooope, not possible, they just have to be there when shit goes down the drain. Not to mention a picture of all things. Lucas felt like exploding right then and there, but he somewhat managed to keep himself cool enough. He gave the two a quick glare before he stood up and went over to the two Slytherins and forced them apart. He grabbed Anice by the arm and dragged her out. As he got out he quickly turned around, a bit wobbly-ish, and quickly drew his wand. He pointed it at Garaile, but he found that his aim was off, but whatever... Lucas didn't bring much thought into what he'd cast, so he took the nastiest he could think of at that moment "Slugulus Eructo" He chanted and a green light shot out at Scriven's direction.​

 

[Krul]

[glow=red]Where? Room of Requirements — Chapter? Seven[/glow]

By the time he had arrived, the spectecular opening event of the party was long over. Patiently, he stared at the [BCOLOR=transparent]short vampire boy who turned to the wall and rhythmically tapped a cane against the ground. He said nothing, allowing for silence to roam the scene. And in return, he was stared at with wide - and frightened? - eyes. The stranger, who was completely dressed in black, furrowed his brows, worry displaying on his facial features for the briefest of seconds. Instead of seeing worry though, the vampire boy shuddered slightly and saw himself face to face with something terrifying.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]The stranger's furrow deepened. Then it dawned upon him. Was the vampire boy afraid of... him? Damn it. Perhaps he shouldn't have asked Nina and Emma to style him after all. The two girls were geniuses in the field of make-up and fashion, thus he had asked them to help him out with his costume for Sabrina's Halloween party. He had requested for a common Grim Reaper make-over. He had expected a mere black coat and maybe some change of hairstyle. But the result? He looked like a fashionable spawn of Satan. Instead of plain, he received unearthly. Monstrous. T[/BCOLOR]errific. [BCOLOR=transparent]Perhaps he should have simply skipped sleep so that he would have been able to attend today's festivities as a Zombie. [/BCOLOR]

After a few more seconds of now awkward silence, the wall finally melted and the sight of big double doors greeted the pair. The vampire boy cleared his throat, then gestured with a shaking hand towards the doors. "Enjoy your stay. A-and don't steal anyone's life." The comment evoked amusement in the tall stranger. He raised his hand in which he held his scythe and pointed it at the small boy. "Don't worry. I won't." A wink followed his reply. "They'll give themselves to me willingly." And before he was able to see the little vampire's reaction, he disappeared inside the room.

Holy. Is this really a mere room? Astonishment caused for him to stay rooted on his spot and for his jaw to drop slightly. This party looked goddamn huge. A seemingly never-ending crowd of people filled it, loud music was drumming in his ears and the overall setting looked far too eerily amazing.

Lachlan Macryrie immediately grew to like the atmosphere.

He closed his mouth and gripped his scythe tighter, confidence suddenly seeping into his deadly bones.

It was show time.

His tall body build proved to be of a huge advantage as he started to move through the mass of all kinds of monsters, crimson red eyes searching for familiar faces. It was rather difficult under the current circumstances - everybody was disguised. People who took note of his presence stumbled out of his way, mumbling, chatting, sending curious glances - Who was he? The boy had to admit; not even he was able to recognize himself.

He walked further into the room, moving his body slightly to the rhythm of the music as he did so. So far, he only knew of Romeo's costume. With this knowledge in mind, he continued to look out for a midget dressed in a dazzling Romeo Montague outfit. And when he actually found him, his devilish prankster instincts flamed alive. The funny thing? Lachlan never told Romeo about his own costume idea. Would he recognize him?

Carefully, he approached his friend from behind. Long arms reached out for Romeo and wrapped themselves around his shoulders, tightly. Then the Gryffindor leaned down.

"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" he whispered, his voice low and alluring, his words coated in sweet saccharine. The Grim Reaper chuckled darkly and his lips curled into an upward slant, imbued by fleeting amusement.

"You know, there's no need for you to commit suicide by the end of this story. Just allow me to devour your soul."

​

Characters mentioned/involved:
@Misaou – Sabrina Gallagher
@Wicked – Romeo Cooper
NPC - Small vampire boy with a cane
NPCs - Nina and Emma, Gryffindor students​

 

[Strayed]

[Hufflepuff Common Room]​

"Ah! yes..." Charlotte had brought the book closer for Montgomery to see, but the boy paid little attention to it. "Tonight, I thought we'd read The Juniper Tree. Though this tale saddens me a bit to read, since the young boy in the story reminds me of my own young brother..." Montgomery did not recall Charlotte ever mentioning a younger sibling. However, he quickly deemed it to be an unimportant detail.

She looked up at him and smiled. "But don't worry! It has a happy ending." Charlotte seemed to prefer stories that ended well, but Montgomery didn't understand why it mattered at all how a piece of fiction ended. What difference did it make? In truth, the boy didn't understand happiness to begin with. He had the basic denotation of what it was supposed to be, but he still couldn't fully comprehend the idea.

"Let's begin..." Montgomery peered over at the book Charlotte held in her hands. While it would be easy to quietly read the page himself, he found that listening to her allowed him more time to process the information in his mind. "Oh...before we begin...may I ask how your arm is doing? You got hurt pretty badly didn't you?" Montgomery found the questions to be somewhat unexpected. He had not expected anyone to care enough to ask about his arm. Why did it matter whether he got hurt or not?

"The fracturing was extensive, but I was able to make repairs with a fair amount of difficulty." He looked at her and attempted to gauge her disposition. Charlotte seemed concerned, but Montgomery didn't think there was anything to be concerned about anymore. "It's in working order now and there's no residual damage." He slipped off his robe and pulled back his left shirt sleeve to show Charlotte that his forearm was completely mended. Montgomery didn't understand why Charlotte cared about the matter, but perhaps he had succeeded in alleviating her worries.


Characters mentioned:
@VocaStar - Charlotte Monrova​

 

[Nougat]

OOC: Gosh, I'm really really sorry. Also you'll hsve to get used to me apologizing.

↝Room of Requirement↜

"It's alright mate. I have a housemate who can sing like an angel, but he can't dance to save his life. He has two left feet and the rhythmic sense of a mountain troll, so don't worry. I've seen it all!" Andi sounded like she was about to laugh at the thought of her friend dancing, and Ryan himself smiled at the picture she'd painted in his mind. Andi sure had a funny imagination.

"I've at least the rhythmic sense of river troll. It's nice to know that I'm not the worst," he told her, though his voice was drowned out quite a bit by the overlapping noises around him. Ryan could do with being louder.

"Just don't think too much on it, that's the idea." Andi smiled emphatically as she moved closer, taking one of Ryan's hands in hers, and moving the other to rest on her waist. A slow dance? Well, Ryan could do that. He's had practice. Hardly, but he has. "Just unwind and have some fun, right?" Andi pat him on the shoulder. "I can lead if you're unsure, don't worry about it. We can start slow. Just copy me."

"Alright then." Ryan gave a lopsided smile as he followed Andi's steps. It was a bit sad that Ryan needed her to lead him in a dance, but a lot easier. They didn't even have to dance to the music, considering the generational gap there was between the music and the way wizards danced. Eventually the magical community would reach the 21st century. It would probably be the 26th century by then, though.

Although there was the occasional person who completely disregarded the fact that there were actual, physical beings around them, dancing was pretty fun. Much better than standing with a drink in hand, of course. It feels more like a party if you aren't standing from the sidelines. The sort of excitement that would make almost anyone loosen up. Hey, Ryan was dancing with the greatest Alice there! She was a Gryffindor, which was weird since they usually wanted nothing to do with him, but she was still a cool girl. And while there were many people who were bumbling around like drunken idiots, Ryan was not one of them, at least as far as he could tell. A damned good thing if you asked him.​