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Post by Loce Vaisey on Apr 30, 2023 20:09:30 GMT -8
Loce grins at Wolf, glad he took the decoration with the intent it was given. “Yeah, well then that’s their loss for not having a sense of humor. Besides, you’re here and not there so… May as well fit in.” He said smirking at him. “Whaht dah I wahnt wit ah pretzel dough boy, give me ah cahnnoli ahny dahy. An don stahrt with ta pizzer.” He said, letting the thick Boston accent he’d grown up with seep through. He’d made it a point to eliminate it, especially across the pond… but it somehow felt more natural bantering with Wolf that way. At least in bits and pieces. He laughed at how ridiculous that accent sounded and reached for one of the bat shaped pretzels. He smiles as Cordelia joins them. “Hey Cordelia, welcome to the party.” He said, noting that her attention was decidedly not on him. He winked at Wolf and turned his attention back to Anneli. He grinned when wolf asked if he could sit with them. “Of course. Don’t think Huffies are going to let you join them… I’ve got an idea, we’ll magic a badger and Huffie on Fergus and trade for the duration of the year…. What do you think?” He asked, wondering if he could get close enough to at least attempt it… Now that would be funny.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
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Post by Anneli Oden on May 1, 2023 0:49:14 GMT -8
Anneli’s hand felt warm in his. She glanced up to Loce as they strolled through the corridors to the Hallowe’en feast together. Their shared silence was easy. A natural communication ran between the two. It was like a silent song pulled through time. A fire that did not need air to breathe. They had already shared so much of each other in the little time between them. Anneli could stand confidently in her skin next to him. Her best friend, love, an equal. At times, she wondered about the latter. Loce was a dominant force among their peers. She gazed at him, the swell of admiration filling the pools of her eyes, “Let’s.” Anneli winked in reflection. She could not imagine a party without him since they met.
She strolled through the dark haze as it descended upon them. Anneli turned to kiss Loce just as they appeared in the Hall. It was the first place they had ever met. She smiled as she caught sight of the massive jack o’ lanterns and dancing ghosts. Her birthday had always coincided with Halloween. As a child, she had celebrated the weeklong tradition Alla Helgons Dag in Sweden. Anneli would light up the mountains with thousands of fiery lights with her mother. They would call upon the gods together. She shook her head. That was some time ago now. A rainy memory.
Anneli retracted from Loce only to bring her dish to the potluck. She had learned to love the kitchen with her mother. Anneli later served her uncle Ludvig against her wishes. In either case, she had a touch for cooking and baking. An abnormal talent for a girl like her. She brought forth a silver platter of Semla. A traditional sweet roll filled with creme. A Swedish treat.
Her face lit up as they joined Wolf and Cordelia, “Hey Wolf!” She greeted, squeezing Loce’s hand. Anneli understood the passion that had flared between Wolf and her best friend during the after party. She looked curiously at Cordelia as she joined the group. Her friend was quite private. A conviction she understood all too well.
“I think you look natural in green.” Anneli winked at Wolf, her poise giving way to being friendly. Loce drew an openness out of her. Beowulf was an easy enough classmate to get along with, yet still. It had been some time since she opened her door to new friends. She wondered briefly if Loce had realized how much he had impacted her. Anneli had never cared much about the day before her. She had survived one day at a time under the thumb of her uncle Ludvig and Halvar. It was only after meeting Loce that her heart had opened to new possibilities. It was a force that she had not yet understood completely.
“Alla Helgons Dag,” She greeted Cordelia, her Swedish accent swaying like a song. It had been a natural response. Anneli shook her head gently, “Happy Halloween, Cordelia,” She smiled warmly, “You look amazing.” Anneli complimented her friend. She was a glowing halo of pure white. "Should we grab and table and some drinks?" Her eyes flickered to Wolf. Anneli would help them along if she could. She knew not to pressure it. Cordelia would let her know when she might need the push. If Anneli knew anything, it was the nuance between girls. There was an unspoken code between the two. She winked at Cordelia just as Wolf and Loce looked away.
Anneli laughed as Loce mentioned trading Fergus. She was all for it. If anything, she had plotted his demise herself. Her smile quickly turned to a subtle frown thinking of Sophie’s owl. There were things Loce wasn’t telling her yet. She had promised to speak to him on his sister’s behalf about Marcus. Anneli knew she needed to, but tonight wouldn’t be the time. They had been honest with each other so far, right? Anneli toiled with the thought. The idea that Loce might be omitting something bit at her. Anneli wished to protect him more than anything else. She bit her lip and glanced at their shoes briefly. Her mind vaulted those thoughts away for now.
She stood under the warm glow of pumpkins and flying enchanted bats. Anneli glanced curiously to the front of the room to Professor Gunvald and Professor Ghica. They stood close. She tilted her head, blonde hair falling around her. Anneli had taken comfort in their knowledge and security for reasons far beyond this night. They spoke almost intimately. Anneli tore her gaze away, leaning into Loce to kiss his cheek with greed. He looked handsome in jeans. Something she had never thought she would wear.
Her costume reflected his. She wore a pair of old jeans along with a rolled up blouse, all burrowed from a classmate. She matched it with a pair of her mother’s red heels. It was an outfit that she would never be caught dead in back home. Muggle wear. She thought it might be funny to turn a few heads. Anneli only ever appeared in robes or traditional European casual clothes. Anneli felt strange in the hard texture of the jeans wrapped at her hips. She smiled up at Loce. Her hand wrapped in his, "Nos Galan Gaeaf, fy nghalon."
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Post by Aracely Minh Davies on May 1, 2023 13:24:27 GMT -8
Aracely had heard that the Great Hall was going to be decorated for a Halloween feast and potluck, and she couldn't wait to see what was in store. She wasn't sure how many others would dress up, but Ameryn convinced her to match. They were both going in 80's fashion, something Aracely had to do a little research for to get just right. She had had hair teased out in big voluminous waves and two high ponytails. She wears vibrant, bright colors: pink and yellow, large hoop earrings and a jacket adorned with all kids of pins and buttons representing popular wizarding bands and sports teams from the 80s through today.
Approaching the Great Hall, she could already hear the sounds of laughter and chatter drifting out from the open doors. She took a deep breath and stepped inside. The Great Hall was the perfect Halloween wonderland, with pumpkins carved into intricate designs, bats hanging from the ceiling, and spiderwebs draped over every surface. The tables were filled with an array of delicious-looking dishes, she was glad she wasn't the only one who also participated in bringing something. She looked down at the intricate platter of Vietnamese Jello Mooncakes she had brought.
As she made her way through the crowd, she saw Loce and Anneli. She kept scanning the crowd of faces but no Ameryn. No Ezra. She felt a little deflated, not sure what to do. She takes a deep breath and nerves fill her as she approaches the Slytherin pair. She also sees Cordelia and Wolf, all four of them had been at the party after the homecoming dance. Could she possibly be welcome there? She tried to put on a confident smile and internally prayed for Ameryn or Ezra's arrival.
"Hey guys," she said, "Happy Halloween." Loce and Anneli were both dressed casually, even wearing simple jean Anneli Oden was somehow stunning. Cordelia Burke's outfit was more costumey; she also looked beautiful.
Aracely felt plain in comparison, almost silly, in her costume.
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Post by Ameryn Hahn Davies on May 1, 2023 13:44:52 GMT -8
Ameryn excitedly bounded into the Hall where the potluck was being held. The space had been decorated to perfection with jack-o-lanterns, fake cobwebs, and an eerie mist that hung in the air. The castle's resident ghosts all floated around, engrossed in conversations of their own. They seemed all to be in high spirits tonight, ha.
The tables were lined with an array of delicious Halloween-themed treats and all kinds of dishes brought in by other students and professors. She eyed the table wondering if Aracely had already brought her contribution. She knew her sister would prepare something, she was far better in the kitchen than Ameryn was.
Ameryn had decided to go with an 80s theme for her costume, and convinced her sister to do the same... but Ameryn was dressed head-to-toe in black with chunky heeled booths and a sleek leather jacket that added the perfect touch of edge to her outfit. A different 80s vibe to contrast Aracely.
As she made her way through the crowd, she spotted some familiar faces - her fellow Gryffindors Oliver, Isla, and Gwen.
She hurried over to them, grabbing a plate along the way and filling it with an assortment of snacks. She popped a few candies into her mouth and washed them down with a generous gulp of pumpkin juice from the red cup she had picked up at the entrance.
"Hey guys, how's it going?" she asked, "Everyone looks great!" She adds.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on May 1, 2023 15:17:54 GMT -8
Loce drops into a chair and pulls Anneli gently into his lap, wrapping his arms tight around her. “Glad Halloween min älskade. Har jag sagt hur vacker du är ikväll?” He whispers to her, kissing her neck just behind her ear. “So… what do you think we can pull off tonight?” He asks, wanting to start a bit of trouble. He glances over to where Drake and Professor Gunvald are standing, talking. “They look like they may distract each other for us… any thoughts?” He was wanting to see if Wolf would continue to open up, and maybe even get him and Cordelia talking, conspiring together. He smiled as Aracely walks up. “Hey Aracely, Happy Halloween. Grab a seat, we’ve got plenty of room.” As far as he was concerned, house lines were made to be broken, at least during events like this. Well… there were some limitations. “We’re planning some…Halloween festivities, want to help?” He asked, winking at her.
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Post by Heather Nicholson on May 1, 2023 17:28:28 GMT -8
Heather jumps as she hears Wesley's voice beside her, distracted by watching everyone else around her that she didn't notice him approach. "You scared me!" she laughs, putting a hand on her chest as if that would help slow down her heart rate. She looked him over with a smile. "I like the ensemble. Did you spy on me to ensure we match?" she teased.
She then glances over to the haunted house. "I'll be brave enough if you'll hold my hand the whole time," she says to him. She lifts her hand and holds it out to him.
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Post by Wesley Thorsen on May 1, 2023 20:15:51 GMT -8
Wesley chuckles at making this devilishly beautiful girl jump. "Let me make it up to you then." He responds to her initial fright. He reaches a hand up to cup her chin in his hand and slowly pulls her face toward his in a romantic kiss.
When he pulls back and she eyes his outfit, he grins. "Nope, no spying necessary. We must just really be in-sync." He gestures back and forth between them, a power couple in red. If she was the devil he'd sell his soul, hands down.
Wesley doesn't hesitate to clasp her hand in his when she holds it out for him. The feel of her soft hand in his warms him. "Nothing would make me let go." He insists, squeezing her hand lightly for reassurance. He bows his head a little bit, "Shall we?" He eyes the entrance to the haunted house. Dark and surrounded by an ominous dim fog. The eerie vibe was perfect. Wesley is endlessly impressed by life here at this school and how lucky he felt in this moment.
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Post by Zander Keahi on May 2, 2023 10:42:04 GMT -8
Weaing causal clothes, a black and white hoodie and jeans, Zander meanders into the Great Hall with no real expectations. It was quite the sight... Zander marvels at the ghosts in attendance, looks like they were all having a great time. This must be a favored time of year, that seemed evident. He moves through the crowd smoothly, still not knowing many people. He had one destination in mind: the food table. He was looking forward to enjoying a taste from home, his rea home. Back with Tutu, back with everyone on the island. The dish he practically drools over is poke. Poke isn’t just a dish in Hawaii, it’s a way of life. Poke is similar to a ceviche in many ways, but instead of an acidic flavor, there is something bolder, more savory and unique to the Islands of Hawaii. "ʻono kēia poke." He remarked under his breath as he makes himself a dish, a smile broad on his face.
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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on May 2, 2023 22:03:59 GMT -8
Fergus strode past the dark haze and into the Great Hall. He scanned the room as he usually did before fully entering. There were pumpkins, ghouls, and dancing ghosts. All to be expected. He nodded his head to a few passersby before sauntering over to the table to pick up two drinks. His deep blue eyes turned black as he saw Anneli on Loce’s lap. He watched as she smiled brilliantly in his embrace. A blow to his chest. Each move they made had proven them more close than he could understand. Fergus looked above them, moving through the room more hurriedly now. His heart had been conflicted since the dance. He almost hadn’t shown up tonight if not for Gwen.
He found her then, standing with his sister and Oliver. Fergus smirked as he approached her, checking her out from head to toe. She was beautiful in red. “Gwen,” He greeted first, holding one of the glasses out for her to take, “You look absolutely beautiful tonight.” Fergus gazed at her for a moment. He moved to take a sip of his drink, peering to his sister and Oliver, "Happy Halloween." He greeted, though his mind far from the festivities.
“Isla..” He said, taking a sip of his drink, “Mutter hat sich an mich gewandt. Sie fragte, ob wir reden würden…” His German accent was heavy in his speech. Fergus needed to talk to Isla, if she would only let him in again. He was beginning to miss his sister. He left it alone after that. No need to upset the night. “No sign of Theo yet?” He winked, half-teasing. It was strange to see Isla potentially dating anyone. Fergus would need to get to know Theo better. The grips of protectiveness held him as her elder brother if just by a year.
Fergus merely shrugged in Oliver’s direction. There was no need to acknowledge him. After detention together, Oliver had proven himself an idiot. It would be a waste of time to collect more evidence. They could never be friends, if even acquaintances. Fergus would not allow muggle-borns into his inner circle, that much he was sure.
He gazed down at Gwen’s curled brown hair. Her warm eyes. She was incredibly sweet. Fergus was deeply attracted to her for different reasons. He smiled genuinely at her, leaning down, “Perhaps we can have a night cap of our own after the feast?” Fergus asked lowly, only so she could hear. The cellar map burned squared in his pocket, underneath the layers of his clothing. Maybe they could discuss more than how much he wanted to kiss her then.
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Post by Reece Briarwood on May 2, 2023 22:20:44 GMT -8
Reece Briarwood moved through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, making his way to the great hall. The sound of chatter grew louder with each step he took. The Halloween party was in full swing, and the room was packed with costumed students, chatting and laughing over plates piled high with all kinds of foods and desserts.
As soon as he entered he scanned the sea of students, searching for the familiar faces of Anneli Oden and Cordelia Burke. He spotted finally, of course together. He notes Loce too, unsurprisingly, but also that Hufflepuff kid, Wolf, and the quiet Ravenclaw girl from the party.
He weaved his way through the crowd, careful of the boxed item he held in his hands. As he got closer he got a better look at everyone, Cordelia was the most notably dressed up, in a stunning white dress. Reece could not keep himself from smiling as he approaches.
"Hello, everyone." He looks at their faces. He was about to tell the girls individually how lovely they looked, but he couldn’t remember the Ravenclaw’s name so he went with, “Ladies, you’re all looking beautiful tonight.” He flashes a charming smile.
He looks at Anneli, “So, I don’t want you to think I’ve forgotten the dare you’d given me...I wanted to do something meaningful. I put a lot of thought into it.” He tells her. “Do something nice for somebody.” He repeats, “And so... I present to you--”
Reece turns to Cordelia… "A cake I made from scratch.” With the assistance and watchful eye of a house elf or two, who’d in earnest, been annoyed with his presence in the Hogwarts kitchens. He had spent more time than he’d expected carefully crafting this cake to perfection, making sure it would be something that would awe Cordelia. “I recall you saying that night that bourbon biscuits were your favorite?” He hopes he’d gotten that right, because if not… then it kind of ruined the whole ‘nice’ thing. He lifts the top of the square white box open, “So, for you, a bourbon biscuit inspired cake.” Reece beams with pride, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Doing something nice for someone kinda felt… good.
Reece looks from Cordelia to Anneli, hoping to have won Anneli's approval for completion of the dare. He hoped this impressed her.
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Post by Gwendolyn Shaw on May 2, 2023 23:58:48 GMT -8
Gwen turns at the sound of her name and her eyes travel from the glass being offered to her to the eyes of the boy who stood there. "Fergus." She means to greet him happily, in a friendly manner... but the sound of his name on her lips sounds like she is relieved by his arrival. They hadn't discussed attending the party together, but she hadn't realized how much she'd been hoping he'd be here.
It was probably was pushed her into attending most. And what pushed her to dress up quite like she had, hair and make-up and all. She didn't leave her dorm room until she felt like she looked pretty, and then Fergus comes and says she looks beautiful and she could just melt into the floor right then and there.
She takes the glass from him, her fingers brushing his, and bends at the knees in a small curtsey, "Merci beaucoup."
She stands up on her tip toes and presses her lips to Fergus' cheek, "Vous êtes vraiment trop beau monsieur." She winks at him. She turns her focus back to Isla. Gwen hopes that Isla wasn't too put off by this new budding relationship with her brother.
Gwen would never want that to come between them, there was something wonderful, kind and brave about Isla that drew Gwen to her as a friend and confidant.
Fergus speaks in their German to his sister and Gwen feels a troubled sensation that burns in the words, but then Fergus opts to drop it and instead asks about Theo. Theo and Isla, a wonderful match in Gwen's opinion. "You and Theo really make a stupendous couple." She says, "La paire parfaite." She gives her friend a knowing look.
While Isla holds Gwen's attention, and she waits to hear her reply to Oliver regarding how the rest of her night with Theo had gone, she feels Fergus behind her. She leans her body into his a bit, comforted by his close proximity.
When he leans down and speaks low into her ear she feels a shiver of excitement course through her. She turns her head ever so slightly, to respond. The movement brings her face closer to his, "I'd love that." She answers, smiling.
She would leave right now if he wanted to, honestly.
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Post by Heather Nicholson on May 3, 2023 20:40:44 GMT -8
"We shall," she says to him and squeezes his hand. She turns toward the haunted house. She could only guess at what was inside. She had a feeling the ghosts would have had a wonderful time being part of it. She wondered if Peeves figured out a way to be in it, too. That would be one thing she'd hate. Something told her he'd be ruthless to every student that passed through the house. She stepped through the fog with Wesley and soon they were engulfed in it, the rest of the Great Hall falling away. This first part looked like what she figured the inside of the forbidden forest looked like. She hadn't ever been there, of course. There were certain rules she definitely followed, and that was one of them. A howl of a wolf sounded close by and she jumped, looking around the fog-heavy forest. As they walked along the trail, there was rustling from the bushes on either side. Without thinking about it, she took her free hand and wrapped it around the upper part of Wesley's arm, the same one that held her other hand. She stepped closer to him. "What would be the one thing you'd hate to see in here?" she asks him quietly.
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Ezra Ansel
Ravenclaw
6th Year - Prefect - Ravenclaw Captain/Chaser
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Post by Ezra Ansel on May 3, 2023 21:45:14 GMT -8
Ezra strolled into the Grand Hall with a wide grin. Halloween was one of his favorites. It signified a change in seasons. The skies would be darkening earlier for now, allowing him a chance to scan the stars more often. He wore an open white shirt and red flannel pants. Around his neck hung a magic camera. Ezra had taken to the hobby. Photography was not a far cry from documenting star charts or viewing the sky. He wanted to capture everyone as they were. He looked around the room, finding his crew. "Happy Halloween all!" He greeted, patting Loce's back happily. Loce had become somewhat of a confidant to Ezra. Another guy in the castle he respected and could rely on. Maybe even a friend. They seemed to share similar values thus far and Loce welcomed fun. Ezra was all about that. "Thanks again, mate, after party was amazing." He said grinning, "Hey Anneli!" Ezra quickly picked up his camera, taking a candid picture of the couple. Loce and Anneli had both been smiling in that moment. It seemed like the perfect time. Besides, their relationship had been spoken about frequently around the castle. "Apologies," Ezra laughed, "I'll get you two a copy if you'd like. If you give permission, it could make it to a student editorial I'm working on...A place for student voices to be heard and such." He ran his hands through his hair. His mother, Delia, was an independent wizarding journalist. The desire to seek and share information ran in his blood. Ezra wanted to created a student-led newspaper of sorts. A monthly editorial of news, opinions, riddles and games. "Why don't we invite Isla and her friends over?" Ezra said over the crowd, looking over to her and waving for Isla to join. The group wouldn't be complete without their other partner in crime. The after party had created a bond between the houses. Ezra wanted to continue the trend. He scanned the room again for Aracely, excited for her entrance above all else.
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Post by Wesley Thorsen on May 5, 2023 11:01:44 GMT -8
Wes was impressed, as expected, by the spectacle of the haunted house. Upon first entrance it was like being teleported to the Forbidden Forest on the erriesiest, foggiest and darkest of nights. "Woa." He says, taking in the surroundings. At the sound of a howl Heather turns closer and grabs his arm, her body pressed to his and Forbidden Forest atmosphere or not, his mind travels elsewhere. He places his free hand on top of her hand that moved to his arm. "Well, I'm more than okay with this." He chuckles, looking down at their entangled embrace. "Hmmm..." He thinks about her question seriously, "I guess gnomes." He says ominously, referring back to the story he'd told her from his youth. But he was joking. Mostly. "Probably a werewolf?" He mutters a second later, thinking again of that distant howling sound. Maybe that was a little too on the nose. Wesley knew that one of the professors this year was rumored to be one. Maybe they were in here. He shakes his head. "What about you? Have any specific fears?" Wesley wondered for a moment if there might be a boggart in here. That would be something... some people were surprised by their boggarts transforamtion. Would he be?
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Post by Loce Vaisey on May 5, 2023 19:20:22 GMT -8
Loce was happy to see the after party worked to break down some house barriers. Although where Cordelia was concerned, he figured Reece would rather Wolf not be around. He smiled at the cake, giving Cordelia a quick wink. “So the house elves are domesticating you are they?” He quips, in good natured fun. He had spend enough time in the kitchens to know you were put to work if you hung around there too much. But, doing the work often proved to be helpful. “Hey Ezra, Happy Halloween.” He said then eyed his partner in crime. “So… any ideas on what to top off this evening with?” He asked curious as if Ezra would be up to starting some innocent chaos. Loce smirked at the picture. “I’d love a copy. However… I think it best not to highlight us in an editorial or in any way, especially any way that can make it outside of the castle walls.” He sighed, cringing at the thought of an editorial making it into her father’s hands. That would be all they would need. “Of course, if we figure out something good to pull tonight, we could use that for your feature article.” He winked, trying to change the subject. “You can ask but I doubt Isla and Theo will join us during the festivities. Fergus is….. persona non grata around us. Gwen has unfortunately fallen for his idea of charm, and Isla is her best friend. So… I have a feeling Isla and Theo will be with the Gryffindors tonight.” Which was probably a good thing, he didn’t need Fergus to think he and Isla were on better terms than just class mates. It sucked, but it wouldn’t be forever, at least he hoped not.
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