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Post by Loce Vaisey on Apr 12, 2023 14:36:20 GMT -8
He smiled at Anneli and nodded. “Gallwn gael ein parti ein hunain ar ôl ar gyfer nofio...” He said with a wink, hoping she would pick up enough to catch his meaning. He was already planning the room for the after party. He was looking forward to it. Maybe, hopefully, adding some new friends to the few he had made since coming here. Loce nodded as Anneli said she might give the Charm’s contest a shot. “I think you should.” He might have if he didn’t have other things to occupy his time during the charms competition. He glanced to the stage where the Charms contest was getting set-up and noticed Drake standing at the side of the stage. He was Judging? That made his night a bit easier, He’d be too preoccupied to worry about certain other events. And the headmistress as well… That took the two biggest threats out of the game. “Shall we head over to the Charms contest? See what the rest of the school can come up with?” He asked, the group. He spotted Isla take the stage and his attention slipped from the Slytherins’ to watch her performance. He chuckled watching the frog choir appear and her use of the magnifying charm to make their rendition drown out the music. Simple charm, but had the students nearby the stage laughing at any rate. He turned his attention fully back to Anneli. “What do we want foodwise for tonight? I’m going to need to sneak away for a bit to arrange some stuff, but… Not until after I see what you can do.” He whispered to her. Unless she wanted to come. He’d have to manage Drake, but if Drake and the Headmistress were in the same place, Isla could manage them both for a few minutes.
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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on Apr 12, 2023 19:02:47 GMT -8
His grin widened as the necklace sparkled around her neck. Fergus thought it fit the French beauty perfectly. It was a bad habit of his. He had showered Anneli with gifts but they had all been rejected. Everyone had a different way of showing affection. Fergus wasn’t quick to reveal his soft spots. He smiled at Gwen, she was incredibly sweet. He wanted to charm her.
“I was hoping that would be your choice.” Fergus winked, taking her hand and moving to the dance floor. He pulled his hands around her waist. His dark blue eyes flowed along her petite features, her long brown hair, and the jewel at her neck. “You look absolutely beautiful, Gwen.” He said, almost formally, a charming half-smile forming.
Once they got past the initial stiffness, the pair flowed around the dance floor. Fergus had learned to dance in the ballroom in his castle at home. He had hated the lessons at the time, but would thank his mother later. Right now, Gwen looked dazzling in black and white.
The movement of blonde hair caught his attention. It was Anneli, dancing away from Loce for a moment. Her pale body danced like a serpent all in black. It was difficult for him to look away. Anneli was a mesmerizing dancer. He watched as she reached back into Loce’s embrace. Fergus’ blood ran cold. A jealousy darkened his features. Anneli's blue eyes flickered his way for a moment and Fergus quickly returned his gaze to Gwen. She was his date for the evening. And gorgeous. Other arrangements would be taking a backseat. Anneli clearly liked toiling with nonsense, anyway.
His eyes linked back with Gwen’s. Fergus felt something strike him and he leaned her over for a kiss under the stars. Her lips were soft. A feeling of satisfaction ran through him. He gently brought her back up, twirling her into an embrace, “Should we move closer to the stage?” Fergus asked, his lips hovering by her hair. The Headmistress announced that the Contest of Charms had begun.
Fergus looked to the stage and watched as Isla approached the front. He squeezed Gwen’s hand and beamed. If not for her meddling, Fergus thought his younger sister was pretty cool. The family hadn’t seen her bravery in a fair light, but he did. At least to a degree. He chuckled as the frogs sang, clapping and cheering for his sister. He hoped secretly that she would win.
He glanced back toward the Slytherin table and then to Gwen, “Are you entering, sweet?” Fergus winked playfully, squeezing her hand.
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Niamh Cara O'Shea
Ravenclaw
Niamh (NEE-av or NEEV) - 5th Year - Ravenclaw Seeker
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Post by Niamh Cara O'Shea on Apr 12, 2023 21:09:15 GMT -8
Niamh blushed at Zander’s directed compliments. He was certainly forward. She wasn’t used to it and anxiously swayed in her pink dress. Maybe her cousin had been right...maybe pink was her colour. She grinned, “Tanks, Zander,” Niamh kissed both cheeks in greeting, “You clean up brilliantly.” Her gaze danced down upon his suit. She wasn’t fully sure what they were going to the dance as. In all honesty, Niamh was happy with either a friend or a date. She would see where the night took them. And keep an eye on Oliver. He knew she had a date and had teased her about it every day since. ‘A Hawaiian Hufflepuff?!’ Oliver’s words echoed in her ears. She shook them off, smiling at him. Zander’s smile was amazing. Sparkling white, it made his whole face glow. She wished hers had the same effect. Her monotone voice and dry humor usually wasn’t welcoming. But Zander seemed nice enough to understand. Niamh took his arm, happy for the balance and the partner. “Thank you, yer so sweet.” She smiled. Niamh scanned the assortment of sweets. Her eyes lite up upon a platter full of Butterbeer potted cream cups. “Oh, those,” She said, picking one up and taking a spoonful, “By far.” She laughed playfully. Just then the Headmistress came to the stage announcing the contest. Niamh swayed nervously for a moment. “Zander…I think I might go try.” She scanned the room, “Someone needs to represent Ravenclaw.” Niamh laughed, though a streak of nerves coursed through her. She watched Isla’s performance, impressed with the volume of the frog choir. She clapped. Isla was on her brother’s team. Niamh placed the cup down and held her pink dress up, “Wish me luck.” She whispered, her small frame strolling up to the stage. Niamh looked at the crowd. Her pink dress felt incredibly tight then. She walked up to the prop box, thinking. “Accio, Cornish Pixies!” Just then a small fleet of small, electric blue figures sprang from the box. Their screeches could be heard through all of the Great Hall. The five pixies began to create havoc. Two of them hung from jack o’ lanterns above her cackling. One of them was helping itself to a snack at a table. And another was flying wildly above students' heads. Niamh inhaled. “Immobulus!” She shouted to the room, her voice commanding the crowd. The blue pixies froze in place, their eyes opened and confused. Niamh conjured them back into the book and quickly bowed. She looked at the torn decor and frowned, “Sorry 'bout that…” Niamh said, strolling from the stage.
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Post by Gwendolyn Shaw on Apr 12, 2023 21:24:04 GMT -8
Gwen found herself inexplicably drawn more and more to Fergus, and she couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way. The magic of the Homecoming dance surrounded them, but would this go beyond tonight?
As they stepped onto the dance floor, Gwen was struck by how confident Fergus looked, despite his usual aloofness.
As the music played, Gwen and Fergus found a rhythm together, their bodies swaying to the the song. Gwen wasn’t blind, she noted when Fergus' eyes flickerd over to a blonde girl dancing sensually nearby… Anneli, she thought. Gwen was faintly aware of the history between the pair. That he had feelings for Anneli.
However in this moment, she didn't care.
She was just happy to be with him, even if it was just for one dance.
His eyes met hers, and she felt a thrill run through her body. Fergus leaned in and kissed her on the lips. It was a magical moment, and she felt like she was floating on air. She pushed away the thought that perhaps he only did that in the hopes Anneli was looking… she pushed it and locked it away.
Gwen felt inspired by the magic all around her as Fergus guided them both close to the stage. Isla, of course, kicked off the event. Gwen cups her hands round her mouth and cheers out in support. She claps her hands and grins over at her friend. Gwen peeks over at Fergus, looking equally inspired by Isla. She smiles at the sweet sibling moment.
A petite Ravenclaw girl follows Isla’s performance, conjuring up a room full of chaotic cornish pixies. Gwen chuckles and hears similar shrieks of laughter echo througohut the room.
Inspiration strikes her. “Why not?” She muses, “Seems like the ladies are carrying the contest so far,” She added, tossing a wink Fergus way before taking the stage. Gwen takes a deep breath, focusing her energy. The audience watches with rapt attention as she smooths out the front of her dress.
Gwen holds out her wand, smiles and with a loud and clear voice utters a bird summoning charm, "Avis!"
Stupendously, the black lace sections of her dress seem to move, coming alive and dripping down. They flow into the floor and then stunningly spring to life and up into the air. A Beautiful black murder. The crows caw and circle the space, flying through the air in their own spectacle of a dance.
As she finished her charm the birds return to her dress the same way they had departed, once again nothing more than black decorativee lace. Gwen felt a sense of pride and gives a little spin, showing off her dress having returned to normal. She had done it.
She had practiced only once, in preparation for the tonight but it hadn’t been a group of crows so much as one… one that nervously and aggressively pecked at her feet once summoned… so she had decided to skip the contest.
And now, as she made her way back to Fergus’ side she felt herself grinning, thrilled that she’d been inspired to just go for it. Gwen knew no matter what that she would always remember this night.
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Oliver Seán O'Shea
Gryffindor
5th Year - Slytherin Captain/Beater - What's it ter yer?
Posts: 89
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Apr 12, 2023 22:00:47 GMT -8
Oliver spun Ameryn confidently. Her gorgeous ruby dress drew him in. The two were easily the most extraverted on the Gryffindor team. Their cheers ignited the locker rooms. Isla Reinhardt was usually lost in her own world and Theo Cole was easily the quietest of the bunch. Oliver enjoyed that Ameryn delighted in bringing life to the room as much as he did. He wasn’t sure if it would make for a good long-term pairing, but it sure made for a fun time. Oliver glanced at Wolf, “Wolf, joinin’ the contest?” He said, giving in to Ameryn’s plea to be nice. Oliver winked at her.
“I’ll give it a fair shot,” He said, looking at the stage. Oliver chuckled along with the crowd at Isla’s frogs. When Niamh took the stage, he went absolutely mad. He stood on a chair, clapping his hands over his head. The pixies added the perfect level of chaos to the dance. He beamed with pride for his little sister, “That’s my SISTER!!!!! GO NIAMH!!!!!” Oliver bellowed, laughing.
He bowed to Ameryn, “Beautiful,” Oliver said, kissing her cheek, “A challenge calls. Wolf, if yer want dat dance…now’s yisser chance.” He laughed, winking at Ameryn. She knew as well as he did that they were both free agents. They were teenagers, after all. Oliver knew that he wanted to keep her friendship no matter which way they sprang.
Oliver bounded confidently up to the stage, a wide grin across his face. He strolled to the center of the stage, conjuring a large red piece of cloth. The emerald banner levitated in front of him, glistening under the stage lights.
“Now…to reveal de message,” He announced to the crowd, winking at them. Oliver grinned, peering at Anneli and Ameryn. He turned to the scarlet cloth, “Diffindo!” Oliver asserted, pointing his wand to the sheet.
Suddenly, the red cloth was violently sliced and cut. Pieces of ruby material fell to the ground. This continued until a series of red cloth letters were left. He smirked, moving his wand to rearrange the letters. In huge, scarlet letters it read, “Gryffindor Rules!” The cloth then fell to the ground in a graceful heap. He could use the charm on a lot more than just cloth.
He bowed to the crowd, beaming. Oliver enjoyed the spotlight. He lingered for a moment before leaving the stage and moving through the crowds…
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Post by Beowulf Wolf Woodrow on Apr 12, 2023 22:51:44 GMT -8
Wolf tucked his hands into his suit. Oliver was brash, but nothing he couldn't handle. The Brooklyn subway system held way worse passengers than a gruff Gryffindor. He smiled down to Ameryn. She seemed friendly, and overwhelming beautiful in red. Her black hair contrasted so nicely. She reminded him of some of the paintings that hung in his brownstone back home. His mother had a thing for portraits of women and dogs. When he had protested the pictures in his room, she had justified her choices with 'one is for beauty, the other is just plain cute.' He shook his head, smiling of the memory.
He nodded and reached to shake Oliver's hand as Ameryn introduced them, "Nice to meet you," He managed to get in. Oliver seemed hyped up. Wolf watched as the Headmistress announced the contest. He cheered along with the crowd as students took the stage, stealing gazes at Ameryn. Wolf wondered how committed she was to Oliver. They seemed more like friends, if anything.
The contest reminded him of a talent show from back home. Wolf wasn't one for stages. All of his talents were in herbology, creatures, and potions. Charms was entirely outside his realm of expertise. He breathed a sigh of relief as Oliver took to the stage.
Wolf stood the seat next to Ameryn, "So, uh..." He started, unable to stop himself from smiling, "Is Oliver your boyfriend?" Wolf asked curiously.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
Posts: 296
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Post by Anneli Oden on Apr 13, 2023 0:43:39 GMT -8
Anneli clung to his Welsh with greed. She adored Loce in his most natural state. In his mother tongue, he appeared more confident than he already was. Anneli nodded and winked to his statement, thankful that she had a knack for languages. Her stomach flipped with anticipation. She had dreamed of swimming with him. Anneli became nervous for a second. Would he like her in a bathing suit? She smiled to herself. It was a ridiculous thought. The idea was perfect. It would allow a select few to get to know one another better. And they would all be able to swim together by a bonfire. Her heart fluttered at the thought.
"Jag vill leka i vågorna med dig, min älskade," Anneli winked at him playfully, touching his chest.
She looked curiously to Loce as he encouraged her to enter the contest without doing so himself. Anneli smiled at him, surprised. Loce seemed the type to step up to a challenge, no matter how trivial. He was the first person that could still mystify her. It was pleasant to feel like an equal stood beside her. One that she could tease and unlock her heart to, bit by bit. It was a far cry from the distant relationships she had held before. There was fire between them. Invisible flames that breathed into each other. A burning that she didn’t dare to try and extinguish.
Anneli chuckled as Isla cast the amplifying charm over the choir of frogs. She sang along to ‘Hoggy Warty Hogwarts’ swaying her body to the melody. Her voice carried through the crowd like silk from a cocoon. Anneli looked around the room, happy to see the smiling faces. She was a sculpture, yes, but not entirely made of stone. Perhaps Isla Reinhardt wasn’t like Fergus. In fact, she seemed fun to be around. “I give her credit.” She winked at Loce playfully, “Considering her family, she marches to the beat of her own…I can relate to that. I hope she comes tonight.” Anneli said honestly. She wanted to drop the tension around her. Anneli said she had trusted him, and with true meaning.
She gasped at Gwendolyn Shaw’s charm. Simply stunning. The birds reminded her of her mother. The Gryffindor girls definitely showed out. Anneli watched as Oliver took the stage, rolling her eyes as the cloth was cut. Original. She wouldn’t be so judgmental if the boy didn’t take to gawking at her every class.
Turning her attention back to Loce, her blue eyes flickered up to the glow of torches above. “Hmm, well definitely the makings for a late night peanut butter and jelly.” Her natural Swedish accent colored her tone. She had taken a liking to the American...meal? Snack? Anneli still wasn’t sure. “Shepherd’s pies, turkey legs, blood pudding, and tea for the group. I think they might want something hearty after tonight.” She laughed delicately, eyeing Cordelia’s drink. Anneli couldn’t help but to be protective of the two. “As for me? There’s a dish called Kalops, it’s a Swedish meat stew of sorts. It traditionally has beef, potatoes, spices and red pickled beets. If I could even have a taste of it...då ska jag ge dig ett smakprov…” She winked at him, caressing his chest and laughing. Anneli didn’t want to question his sneaking away, though it did bite at her a little. She wondered.
Anneli noticed that the stage was empty then. Her turn. She squeezed Loce’s hand before turning to stroll up before the crowd. Curious eyes peered up to her. She realized then she had no real plan. A mischievous grin appeared on her face. This is where she felt comfortable. The unknown.
She walked to the prop box and closed her eyes. Anneli quickly conjured a Jack o’ Lantern from the box. Carved onto its surface was a wink and a look of mischief. Anneli smiled down to the pumpkin in her hands. She cast it to the floor, where it swirled in its spot before looking out to the laughing crowd. The pumpkin’s facial expressions seemed to change with every spin; sticking its tongue out, giggling, crossed eyed, and finally back to its wink.
Anneli laughed, she hadn’t expected it to do that. She moved to the side of the stage, an enchanted light following her. “Engorgio,” She said smiling, her wand pointed at the now stable pumpkin. In a flash, the Jack o’ Lantern stirred until it grew and grew. Its stem almost reached the top of the stage. Anneli took a few steps back, doubled in laughter.
She stilled then, her poise coming back. Her wand felt natural in her hands, “Incendio!” Anneli commanded a blast of flames igniting from the tip of her wand directly into the Jack o’ Lantern’s mouth. Heat touched everyone in the room, but not anywhere close enough to scorch them. Her dragon brooch shined almost white.
The pumpkin glowed brilliantly then, warming everyone in the room. Its mysterious wink and mischievous grin was welcoming. Anneli’s fire burned from within. Burning light formed around her. Blonde strands glistened. She looked out to the crowd, which was cast with a golden glow. Anneli found Loce’s eyes and winked along with the pumpkin. Her blonde hair glowed with a halo from the fire.
Anneli turned then, extinguishing the pumpkin and shrinking it back to its original size. The temperature returned to normal in the room. She strolled back to the crowd and bowed before returning to the Slytherin table. Anneli grinned, wondering what they had thought. She gazed at Loce, mostly interested in his thoughts if she was being honest with herself. Her soft fingertips found his arm and squeezed it lightly.
“Fire has been on my mind recently.” She whispered to Loce’s neck, winking at him. Anneli turned to the table then, “Who’s next?” She challenged the crew playfully. Anneli was interested in the craft and skill each brought to their charm.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Apr 13, 2023 4:39:44 GMT -8
The after party was shaping up beautifully in his mind’s eye. Here’s to hoping he could pull it off to the perfection Anneli deserved. Loce tried to reign in his wayward thoughts as she teased him about playing in the waves. Her touch was electric, magnified tonight. His thoughts flashed back to her in the forest, drenched from the rain and his heart skipped a beat or two. She was beautiful in every setting, but somehow, there in the rain, she was beyond exceptional. He half hoped no one else would show, but he some would and Anneli wanted to share the time with her friends as well. It was her night. If his idea worked, there would be plenty of time and space if it was desired. He noted the food choices, grinning at her thought of PB&J. Simple, yet could actually provide some nourishment in the process. Her hand danced playfully across his chest as she winked at him. There she went, sending his thoughts tumbling after each other. He had to reign them in, still them. He would get himself in trouble if he kept wandering down that path. He grinned as she joined in with Isla’s song. He’d heard it once but had not paid enough attention to remember any of it. He beamed at her as she complimented Isla, and hoped she would join them. Loce had too. “That she does. She does not have Fergus’s arrogance or need for control. She reminds me a bit of Sophie.” He said, Thinking back to the bits of interaction he’d had with her. Although, there was on striking difference between them… Sophie would never need to go against him for anything. The pixies were cute but could have ended badly if she’d flubbed the Charm. Gwen’s birds were amazing. She would be the one to beat tonight. Oliver couldn’t manage anything original. “You’ve got it love.” He squeezed her hand and let it slip from his as she went to take the stage. He watched, impressed as she changed direction and implemented more charms. Go big or go home flitted through his mind. And she certainly knew how to go big. He gave her a quick thumbs up as she met his gaze and matched the jack-o-lantern’s wink. He joined in the cheering, sending up a loud whistle to show his approval. His girl. She was amazing at just about everything if you asked him. He watched her all the way back to the group. His attention was always hers, but tonight’s performance was one that would be hard to beat. “You did absolutely amazing love. It will be hard to beat.” He placed his hand over hers, more to quiet his own thoughts and still the electric pulse that shot through him. He winked at her as she whispered, nodding in agreement. Fire had certainly been circling the pair. Metaphor for trouble as well as passion that had sprung to life between them. He slipped an arm around her, drawing her back into him.
He scanned the room again, finding Ezra wrapped up in his date, and Isla having returned to hers. He would have to keep a close eye on Ezra now so he could do what he needed to do.
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Post by Ameryn Hahn Davies on Apr 13, 2023 11:26:29 GMT -8
Ameryn smiles at Oliver’s shift in attitude. He was a devilish young boy at times, but he had a good heart. Ameryn knew that. She thought for a moment how similar he and Liam were, in terms of girl-distracted. The comparison makes Ameryn laugh a little to herself which she easily passes off as humor in watching Oliver cheer on his sister. Cheer her on boisterously, almost embarrassingly, in the way only a brother can.
With a bow and a kiss, Oliver departs to climb the stage himself. Ameryn isn’t sure if she wants to perform. Aracely would likely fair better, and come up with something really skillful and neat…but Ameryn was the one with the nerve, unfortunately. Ameryn turns to Wolf with a grin. “Boyfriend? No.” She shakes her head with a light laugh, “He’s the captain of our Quidditch team though. A good friend.” She says.
She doesn’t hesitate and reaches out for his hand. “So, I think I’ll take that dance now, thank you very much.” She laughs, pulling him along to the dance floor.
As she leads him into the beginning of a dance, Ameryn feels a surge of excitement. She loved meeting new people and trying new things. She found herself getting lost in the music, twirling and spinning under the mystical and ever-impressive magical ceiling.
“Looks like Gryffindor is dominating the charms contest.” Ameryn says, slowing her pace and lifting her arms to rest them on Wolf’s shoulders, “Maybe I should enter…” She drifts off in thought, starting at the now enormous fiery pumpkin Slytherin chaser, Anneli had charmed. “Though I haven’t a clue what I’d do once up there.” She laughs.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
Posts: 296
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Post by Anneli Oden on Apr 13, 2023 15:18:58 GMT -8
Anneli glanced at Isla and nodded. She agreed, Isla was not like Fergus. The differences between the two seemed to run much deeper than the houses they were sorted into. Her time with Fergus had been marked with manipulation and control. Isla, on the other hand, did not display those qualities. At least not outwardly. Anneli wondered if Isla would choose to align with or be their friend. If Isla was anything like Loce’s sister Sophia, she had an inkling that she might befriend them even under unlikely circumstances.
She happily reentered his embrace, smiling to the whole table. Anneli’s heart still fluttered with the laughter and power she felt on stage. Her idea to enlarge the pumpkin was twofold; it made her classmates laugh and stole the attention away from herself. Ever since finding out she was part-Veela, a small insecurity had formed around attention and skill. Anneli wanted to prove to herself that she was more than any inherited charm.
“I think Gwen’s will take it,” She laughed, thinking of the crows, “I had fun, though Oliver...gallai ddefnyddio ychydig o waith ie?” Anneli winked, happy to share their own languages together. She was looking forward to the after party tonight, though the dance had already dazzled. Her gaze subtly followed his scan around the room. A pale brow furrowed in thought. Anneli felt unnaturally attuned to him in their brief time together. A curious smile grew across the porcelain.
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Ezra Ansel
Ravenclaw
6th Year - Prefect - Ravenclaw Captain/Chaser
Posts: 105
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Post by Ezra Ansel on Apr 13, 2023 18:49:47 GMT -8
Ezra twirled Aracely again, relishing her presence. She beamed under the torches. Her black, long hair swayed. Everything in him tempted to kiss her again, but he didn’t want to push his luck. Their first in the foyer had been magical. He grinned as the Headmistress took to the stage. The contest was beginning. Professor Gunvald, Ghica, and Barnes would seemingly be distracted by the stage alone. Ezra nodded knowingly at Loce and Isla from across the room. This would be the perfect opportunity to set up. He caressed Aracely’s cheek, “I have to run, just for a little while…” Ezra said, a hint of regret touching his voice. “Enjoy the contest, babe.” He said naturally, winking at her. “I might be gone for twenty minutes or so...I have a surprise for you.” Ezra revealed, knowing she would be confused if he left her with nothing. He leaned down, kissing her cheek. “If I don’t make it back to the castle, meet me by the three large oaks that form a triangle by the black lake.” Ezra winked at her one last time and then was gone into the crowds. Ezra strolled through the crowds unassumingly. There was no reason to suspect him. He had perfect marks and had stayed away from trouble for the most part. Ezra thought of different types of English treats and candies, just in case anyone were to read his thoughts. He walked away from the hall, looking as if he were just headed to the bathroom. He sprinted through the dark, empty corridors as soon as he was out of sight. The glow of the dance behind him. The cackling of Peeves could be heard in an upcoming room. He slowed his pace by the room, hearing from within, ‘Menace, Menace, I’m the Menace, but have you seen the Joker Ghost of Venice?’ His manic laughter bellowed from the distance. Ezra made his way to the grounds by the black lake. He was lucky. A few lone Professors had barely just seen him. He removed the bag from its hiding spot. An abandoned owl’s nest, completely concealed. Ezra removed the fireworks and set to work. This was to be his most prized show. And the greatest prank for the start of term – hopefully it would impress Aracely as well. He thought briefly about the idea of being caught. Ezra had made a few custom fireworks, some that he thought might impress the Professors themselves. He shrugged, hoping all would go to plan…. OOC: Follow Ezra to the Black Lake AFTER a winner for the Contest of Charm is announced. Most likely tomorrow the 14th or Saturday the 15th. He will be putting on quite the enchanted display. Some students may be featured in said display
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Post by Aracely Minh Davies on Apr 13, 2023 19:52:05 GMT -8
For a moment, they danced in silence, lost in the magic of the moment. But then he brushes his fingers across her cheek and leans in a little closer, his breath tickling her ear, to say that he has to go. Confusion spreads across Aracelys features and disappointment. “You... what?” She says quickly.
The rest of the night Aracely had imagined, dancing and laughing and talking… both of them lost in the magic of the dance…. Slowly fades away. Had she done something to put him off? Before her thoughts get too out of hand he reveals he has a surprise and she might need to meet him by the black lake.
Even looking into his reassuring eyes, she felt an unease tighten in the pit of her stomach. What if he was ditching her? No, that couldn’t be. The tingle of their first kiss still fresh on her lips. “Three large oak trees.” She repeats, determined, confused, but determined. “Got it.” She holds tightly to his hand until he winks at her and departs. Now what?
Aracely bites her bottom lip a little unsure and turns to see her sister dancing with a boy she didn’t recognize. Leave it to Ameryn. Ducking her head and pushing through the crowd toward the refreshments.
Aracely grabs a cup of something to drink, glancing at the nearby large group of Slytherins beside the table. She looks into her cup and inconspicuously gives it a sniff. With one last hesitant glance she drinks.
Just delicious pumpkin juice, nothing more.
She relaxes in her place and continues to watch her awesome classmates perform.
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Post by Headmistress Isadora Gunvald on Apr 13, 2023 20:52:37 GMT -8
Isadora smiled at Drake. Despite his cool disposition, his supportive words made her feel warm. “I appreciate all the help I can get.” She said, “I would like to hold our students up to high expectations, as I know they are all fully capable.” Professor Ginvald said honestly, “As for that dance, I would take one kindly.” She grinned. After announcing the contest, Isadora watched in cautious amusement as each student took to the stage. She laughed and clapped as Isla Reinhardt cast the amplifying charm. The frogs bellowed the school song in harmony. She definitely received extra points for that. Next up was Niamh O’Shea, a promising student. Professor Gunvald frowned as the pixies were released, brandishing her wand. She gave Ms.O’Shea just enough time to settle them before she did. Risky, but still talented. Isadora clapped with the Gryffindor’s cheers for Oliver’s act. Next up was Anneli Oden. She narrowed her eyes, wondering what to expect. Suddenly the pumpkin grew, the facial expression made her chuckle. Isadora gasped as Anneli cast the fire-making charm, wishing she had been more detailed about the rules. Professor Gunvald’s Contest of Charms Scores thus far: Rating scale: 1-5 (1 = needs work, 3 = proficient, 5 = excellent)
Isla Reinhardt - 4 Niamh O’Shea - 3 Gwen Shaw - 5 Oliver O’Shea - 3 Anneli Oden - 5
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Apr 13, 2023 21:16:44 GMT -8
Loce shrugged. “I think you have just as a good a chance at taking it. Of course I could be a bit biased there.” He said with a chuckle. He nodded at her assessment of Oliver. “More the work of a first year than a fifth year in my opinion. Simple is sometimes better, but not when sloppy and trite.” And to think he actually thought he had a chance with Anneli of all people? Some just don’t use the brains they are given. He scans the room again, this time noticing Ezra slipping out of the Great Hall. He continued to scan the room, Isla was still wrapped up in Theo, but both Drake and Professor Gunvald were preoccupied by the Charms contest so that settled that for the time being. He noticed Wolf had managed a dance with Ameryn, which made him smile. That was brilliantly played, even if Wolf didn’t know how brilliant a move that was. Definitely an invite to the Afterparty, even if he was a Hufflepuff…. He then noticed Aracely standing by herself and frowned. Ezra was getting an invite to the Afterparty, so Aracely was by default invited. And with Oliver un-occupied…. Nope, he wasn’t going to let that be a possibility. Of course, it would be up to her, ultimately… He turned to Anneli, “I’m going to see if Aracely will join us. At least until Ezra gets back or…” He trailed off, not wanting to ruin anything for anyone. Having insider knowledge with others knowing you had it, was as much fun as the knowledge itself. “Be right back.” He kissed her cheek then stepped away, crossing the few paces to where Aracely stood. “Hey, Aracely right?” He started, knowing full well who she was, if only through Ezra’s mention of her and seeing her in class. “Do you want to join Anneli and I for a bit? Until Ezra comes back, or the surprise…” He stopped, not knowing how much Ezra had told her, but knowing he was too smart to just walk away without the basics of a reason. “It is too brilliant of a night to be standing by yourself waiting.” He smiled at her then nodded to the group. “They don’t bite. Promise.”
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Post by Beowulf Wolf Woodrow on Apr 13, 2023 21:34:42 GMT -8
Wolf smiled at the pretty girl. She had a welcoming smile. He liked the way she had handled Oliver. A friend, yes, but they certainly seemed flirty. Beowulf didn’t mind much himself. He was still getting to know most of the students at the school. She seemed like she might be alone without him, so why not?
“Quidditch Captain?” He said, slightly intimidated by the fact, “Life of the party type, I get it,” Wolf laughed. As she agreed to the dance, his face lit up, “Really? I mean – yeah, let’s go!” He said excitedly, taking her hand. Wolf was impressed with her initiation to lead. It wasn’t a typical move, that was for sure.
He twirled with her, laughing and getting lost in the moment. Wolf wasn’t a complete stranger to dancing. He had lived in NYC his entire life. Being able to dance was almost essential in muggle schools there. His gaze fell on Ameryn’s face. She looked beautiful under the lights. Wolf could barely pay attention to the contest.
The heat of a gigantic pumpkin made him laugh. He ran his hair through his dark hair, “You have a better chance than me.” He said winking at her, “My specialty is in herbology, not exactly crowd pleasing.” Wolf chuckled.
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