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 Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2025 11:03 pm
xx↠ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Outside the Great Hall
xxx↠ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Charlotte
xxxx↠ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Spring Flower Ball
xxxxx↠ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? She's phenomenal!
Bee subtly did a bit more decorating, adding a bit of sparkle to the flowers above the door. Everything had to look absolutely perfect! He and Charlotte (and everyone else) had put in so many hours to make this dream come true. He was distracted by someone sneezing about a thousand times, but thank goodness he looked up. Charlotte was walking over, looking every bit the showstopper of the dance as they'd both hoped. All those hours working on careful embroidery and perfectly layering tulle seemed perfectly worth it for this view. And she said he was spectacular?
"Non, mon amour, c'est toi qui es spectaculaire. All the flowers in all the gardens may never be as beautiful as you." He lifted her hand, placing a soft kiss on her fingers. Then holding her hand in a true princess style, Bieito led Charlotte into the ballroom proper. Looking every bit like he belonged as the head of the party, he guided Charlotte to the center of the dancefloor, then offered his other hand. "Charlotte Braybrooke, may I please have this dance?" He wanted this to be the most perfect day, and perhaps, the most perfect date.
{{Wearing :: Spring Ball Attire}} A ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴᴋ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴊᴀᴡ ~ Pᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ sɪᴘ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀsᴛɪᴄ sᴛʀᴀᴡ
Sɪɴᴋ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ-ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ ᴍᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ sᴘᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ɢᴏʟᴅ
Oʀ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ I sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ sʜᴏᴡ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴋɪɴ? Tᴇᴀʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜ 'ᴇᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ ᴘɪɴs
Nᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴇ'ᴅ ɢᴇᴛ sɪᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀғᴏʟᴅs ~ I'ᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʟᴅ
Sᴏ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ʙᴜᴛ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Gᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ
Mᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴғɪʀᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ's sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ , ᴀɴᴅ I'ʟʟ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴅ
Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴜɴsᴜʀᴇ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ
Wʜᴇɴ I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ, ᴄᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏɴᴢᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜsᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ
Eɴɢʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀ I ʙᴇ
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2025 12:17 pm
 Racheal 'Rey' Eir Ross-HeulwenHufflepuff │ Fourth Year │ Fourteen Years Old │ Single.
This was the night Rey was wishing and hoping for ever since she heard it was coming, and that she wouldn’t be occupying space in a corner somewhere or spending it grazing at the snack table. For the longest time she swore the days were running in reverse and maybe it would never come, but tonight finally arrived. She could scarcely believe that not only was she going to the Spring Dance, but she was invited to go by Finn, and that she was more to him than just a date for the biggest social event of this school year.
The day he gathered the courage to reveal his feelings for her changed everything, and as much as he looked forward to walking her home from primary school, she did as well. Rey never felt so cared for and safe as when Finn was at her side, and it wasn’t until much later she understood how he was prepared to offer up his life to save her on that particular awful day in her life she could barely bring herself to even contemplate. There were times when she was certain the Obliviators in their efforts to redact her memories of that day had done her mind permanent damage she was still dealing with every day since. While the theory explained a lot, the results couldn’t obliterate her feelings.
Finding a dress required help from home, and Rey was wearing the results of their aid. She wore a long blue dress with a lattice of straps about her neck and shoulders; it wasn’t as floofy or over-the-top as most prom dresses were, the lines were simple and elegant, and she wasn’t likely to trip on the hem, even when wearing the matching shoes with the three-inch heels to make her look a bit taller. Finally, she added accessories borrowed from her two moms, a necklace and matching earrings, stuff she would never wear normally. Though everything fit her, at least physically, there was still the feeling in the depths of her heart she was nothing more than a ridiculous child trying to look the part of a faux princess; a defective Barbie doll hiding the cracks in the plastic under a fancy dress.
While carefully putting on makeup and then getting her red hair up into the fancy updo she’d seen in an issue of ‘Witch Weekly’, she fought to shove the darkness that threatened to ruin everything into the back corners of her mind. She’d been looking forward to this night for too long to have her … issues spoil it all. Just as she was getting done, one of her Housemates let her know there was somebody waiting for her in the Common Room. Putting on a smile she didn’t quite yet feel, the little redhead rushed off.
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Finn was standing in the Hufflepuff Common Room, feeling about as nervous as he ever had, even more so than he had the times he performed solo in front of an audience at a live performance. He wanted for Rey to have the best night of her life, maybe even Patronus-worthy, to see the light in her blue eyes and to see her smile and hear her laugh happily. When he sent a Post letting the family know about the dance, Da sent him back a parcel containing his great kilt and sporran, knee socks with Grey Clan tartan flashes, along with a navy-blue dress jacket and an expensive dress shirt and a black silk tie. It was something he’d worn for the weddings and funerals he attended, and the accompanying letter reminded him how he was representing his family and Clan, and to act accordingly.
‘Thanks, Dad, no pressure there,’ thought the Fifth Year Gryffindor, adding to his nerves, not putting it past his Gran to be scrying on him, just to be sure he was on best behavior. All of a sudden, he turned about and there was Rey standing before him, wearing the nearly full-length deep blue dress she’d hinted to him about, but refused to divulge until tonight. Her long red hair was off her neck, making her look so much like an adult, and, in honour of this being the Springtime Flower Ball, rather than a tiara or some such, she’d worked strands of ivy and tiny white flowers into her hair.
“Siúlann sí i gcrónna, cosúil leis an oíche De na haeranna gan scamall agus na spéire ghréine; Agus an méid is fearr atá dorcha agus geal Freagraíonn i a gcarachtar agus a súile: Mar sin, tá an t-ógán ag éirí i solas íogairA shéanann neamh don lá dathmhar,” said Finn breathlessly, as he took in the sight of his girlfriend. Hearing him say that caused Rey to stand a bit taller and straighter and she smiled hopefully. “Go raibh maith agat,” she said softly. Finn showed her a box he’d kept tucked behind him, and opened it so she could see the corsage, made with white Irish Primrose and tiny blue star-shaped Spring Squill, made by one of his cousins and shipped to him earlier that morning for this occasion.
Taking great care, Finn pinned the corsage in place upon Rey’s dress, before he held her hands in his, and leaned in to kiss her tenderly. As she returned his kiss, she heard one of her Housemates comment loudly to ‘save it for the dance floor, you two,’ causing her to blush to the roots of her red hair
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Finn and Rey were locked arm-in-arm as they entered the Great Hall and saw how it was decorated for tonight’s soiree. It was already filling up with students, and Rey was trying to spot the rest of her family among the crowd. She quickly discovered that even wearing heels to make her taller, she was still too short to see over much of anybody. She knew Mea would be wanting to assemble everyone for a picture to send home, and she promised him and Bryn at least one dance, and she wanted to see Wenn and Tee’s outfits as well. If put to it, Rey was willing to lay easy odds her kinsmen would be somewhere in the general vicinity of the tables where the snacks were being served, though she wasn’t terribly sure where that might be.
“Looking for somebody?” asked Finn, leaning in so he wouldn’t have to shout. Rey said, “Jus’ the rest of m’fam. They said they’d be here … somewhere” Finn sighed as he looked about, though being only average height himself, he was in similar straits as the young lady on his arm. Wisely, he suggested, “May be best for them to find us; prolly easier thot way.”
 "I've faced my demons, Wrestled these angels to the ground
And all that I could find, was a thin line between
All the saints and villains, it was crossed in my own eyes
Someday I'm gonna find it, wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray
I woke up this morning, don't know where I'm going
But it's alright, I wouldn't have it any other way "
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2025 5:35 pm
xx✮ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Great Hall
xxx✮ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Csuri
xxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Flower Ball
xxxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Wow... Vikram snorted at little at Csuri's response to her being prepared with allergy medicine, but he was going to log that information away in case he had to bring Csuri around flowers again. He might be disorganized when it came to schoolwork, but when it came to his girlfriend, he was binder organized. With the cascading tabs. When she said that adding tree pollen to her allergies probably wouldn't be a good idea and that she was fine in the Great Hall. She also suggested sneaking away early and... waggled her eyebrows, which drew a smirk to Vikram's face. He liked that idea. "Well, most people would want to dance with their loved one," he said, gesturing towards the dance floor. "Or we could check out the snack table and see if they have anything chocolate. We both know a certain someone loves chocolatey treat." He grinned at her, placing a kiss upon her cheek. "I would most like to see if Csuri Narain can back up that fancy dress with some dance moves. I could show you a few too." Vikram smirked again, ready to flex his vast knowledge of dance moves.
Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴ' ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴ' ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴀʏ.
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴ' ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ɢɪʀʟ, I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.
Gᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ sᴏɴɢ sɪɴɢɪɴ' ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴇᴀʀ.
Gᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ I'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ.
'Cᴏs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴡᴀʏ ɪs ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.
I ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴ' ᴏɴ.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2025 6:14 pm
xx✩ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Great Hall
xxx✩ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Tsia
xxxx✩ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Flower Dance
xxxxx✩ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? We're just friends, right? When Tsia said that he was the boy version of pretty, Benji blushed a little and shifted his feet. She meant he was handsome, but he still accepted the compliment. She then said that snacks sounded good and offered her hand out for him to take. He blushed again, but accepted her hand to walk over to the snack table. "They've got a bunch of snacks over here!" he exclaimed happily. Benji loved to snack. He found where they had some small plates, grabbed two, then offered one to Tsia. "I'm a big fan of anything chocolate, but I need to avoid nuts. Otherwise we'll be making a trip to the Hospital Wing." He smiled, though his nut allergy was pretty severe. He'd really hate if their date ended because he accidentally made his throat and face swell up. Was this a date, actually? Or were they here as friends? Probably the latter, since they were first years. They were both twelve already though... but twelve was still too young to date, right? Gah, get out of your head, he thought to himself. Smiling, he asked, "After some snacks, do you maybe want to dance?"
{{Wearing :: Fancy Ravenclaw}}
I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʀʏɪɴ' ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʜɪɢʜ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ
Cᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄᴏᴏʟ
Bᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴ' ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʀᴜʟᴇs
Wᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇs ᴏɴ
Wᴇ ғɪɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ
Wᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴏғ
Wᴇ sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Wᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍ ᴋɪɴɢ
Wᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ
Wᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀs, ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ
Wᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴜɴ, ʙᴜᴛ I'ᴍ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴ' ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴏɴᴇʏ
Tʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇᴇᴋs ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴʜᴇʀɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ!
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2025 10:29 pm
xx❉ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Great Hall
xxx❉ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Vikram
xxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Flower Ball
xxxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Eww dancing?
Csuri brushed one of her curls out from her eyes, wondering what Vikram was thinking. He had - almost certainly - been to these fancy parties before, where she certainly had not. It wasn't like Wool's ever had anything to celebrate. Vikram said that most people would want to dance with their loved one, and her immediate thought was to argue that they wouldn't qualify... but something kept her quiet. Though when he offered a visit to the snack table, she grinned. She certainly did love a chocolatey treat. "If they don't have chocolate, I get to fight the head students, I think." She snorted, before her eyes went wide when he kissed her. This was so public of a place! What was he doing?!
Silver eyes looked into his deep brown gaze, before she stammered nervously at his question. Why was he asking her to dance!? Did he want to embarrass her? There was no way he thought her a competent dancer. "Aha, no. Um... no. I don't dance." She rolled her eyes, but a trained eye might notice the hint of insecurity in her expression. Her best chance of escaping a further line of questioning would be to uphold her normal façade. "But it's cute that you do, nerd." Csuri smirked over at Vikram, hoping it would work.
{{Wearing :: Formalwear}}
Iғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴢᴇ ғᴏʀ ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, I ɢᴜᴇss I'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴡᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ
Nᴏ ᴍᴀɴ ɪs ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢɢʀᴀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ, ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ
Wʜᴏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴋɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ? Hᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ Eᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
Tʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ, Hᴏɴᴇʏ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ
Gɪʀʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴀʟ ɪᴛ, ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ
I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛs ʟᴇssᴏɴ, ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs sᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ
Mʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪs sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, "Gᴇᴛ ᴀ ɢʀɪᴘ, ɢɪʀʟ!" ᴜɴʟᴇss ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ
Nᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ ɪᴛ, ɴᴏ, ɴᴏ
Gɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ, ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀɪɴ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Tʜɪs sᴄᴇɴᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ! I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ I'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ!
Aᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ I'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2025 6:47 pm
xx✮ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Great Hall
xxx✮ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Csuri
xxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Flower Ball
xxxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Wow... A playful eye roll happened when Csuri suggested the snack table for chocolate treats. If his girlfriend was anything, she was dependably reliant on chocolatey snacks and desserts. He hadn't noticed her reaction to being kissed at the dance, but he did notice the nervousness at his question about dancing. Looking out at the other kids and some professors dancing together, he looked back at her, playfully punching her shoulder when she called him a nerd. "What, you're going to let the younger kids show us up? Us, the most attractive couple here?" Despite them being a cute couple, Vikram did rate him and Csuri as more attractive that Bieito and Charlotte. "Come on, I'll lead and you just have to follow. I know that's a little tough for you," he said, sticking out his tongue, "But I can show you how to dance in like, five seconds." He bowed and held out his hand for her, a trademark smirk on his lips. Vikram knew her weakness was romantic things, and he hoped that he could pull her out of her shell for just five minutes.
Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴ' ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴ' ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴀʏ.
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴ' ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ɢɪʀʟ, I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.
Gᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ sᴏɴɢ sɪɴɢɪɴ' ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴇᴀʀ.
Gᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ I'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ.
'Cᴏs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴡᴀʏ ɪs ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.
I ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴ' ᴏɴ.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 2:23 pm
 Xeno walked into the Great Hall with a deep breath, taking in the scent of the bundles and bundles of flowers. It was lovely. Bee and Charlotte had clearly worked hard on all of this and she appreciated it. Lily was at her side in an almost matching blue dress, admiring the sights as Xeno.
They were not on a date. In fact, the matching dresses had, at first, just been a coincidence. Xeno had been sort of…discovering her feelings lately. She was pretty sure she might be asexual, but she also hadn’t fully discounted the idea that she was just demi and hadn’t met her person yet. Either way, she hadn’t had much of a desire to go with anyone to a ball as a date. If someone had asked she probably would have said yes, but this worked just as well since Lily didn’t have a date either. She’d much rather spend the night with her best friend than putting on a show to impress someone the whole time.
Xeno brushed away a stray dark curl and glanced over at Lily. “Want to fill up on snacks and go hide in the garden?” She asked with an almost sly smile.
Location: Great Hall
OOC: Outfit
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 2:32 pm
As Eric made his way back into the Great Hall (after dealing with some…affectionate students in the garden. It was so strange being the adult in charge) he spotted Ro…Professor Chahal, at the front of the room, near where the Professor’s table normally sat. He couldn’t help but smile. Why was she so pretty? And nice. And funny. And she dressed splendidly. The green of the sari (which she may have shown him early and which he may have based his current outfit on) made her pop. The way his stomach fluttered when he looked at her made him feel like one of the many teens here in the Great Hall with him. He stepped toward her with a smile, “You know, this thing has been going on for less than an hour, and I’ve already had to separate people.”
Ro gave a beautiful, lilting laugh. “I suppose teenagers will always be teenagers.”
“True, but what I’m not used to is being the adult.”
“Right?” Ro, responded in a suddenly excited tone. "I feel like I should still be one of them. I’m 23 year 23-year-old and I do not feel old enough to be in charge of these kids.” She then sighed happily, which made those flutters come back. “I do love it, though. Seeing them figure out potions for the first time and experiencing all these new things. It’s wonderful.” So. She was passionate, too. Just perfect.
He took another step toward her, coming to rest at her side, moving his eyes to look over the crowd of students milling about. He was quiet for a moment, not really sure what else to say. He was rarely one who was short on words so it was quite a strange feeling. Suddenly, without a single conscious thought, he blurted, “So, you don’t have a boyfriend, right?” Eric practically choked when he heard the words he had said. What in the name of all that was holy possessed him to do that? For a moment, he couldn’t breathe, so he instead clasped his hands behind his back and stared straight ahead, his eyes boring into the students on the dance floor.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 2:35 pm
 Charlotte couldn’t help but let out a laugh just because of how happy Bee looked. The way he looked at her made her sort of nervous, but somehow in a good way. It also made her all the more certain of her feelings. She blew out a small breath, hoping Bee wouldn’t notice. When he spoke, the words, French and all, seemed almost tangible. Mon amour. For a moment, her knees felt weak, but she dismissed it as he kissed her hand. She happily allowed herself to be led to the dance floor, feeling happier than she ever remembered being. She knew she was imagining it, but it felt like everyone’s eyes were on them. This couldn’t have been more perfect. When he offered his other hand and asked her to dance, she gently took it and gave a slight curtsy, “It would be my genuine honor,” she said, then took a step closer to him. She listened carefully to the music that echoed through the Great Hall. She kept her right hand clasped in his and moved her left hand to the top of his shoulder. “Parfaite,” she said quietly, a gentle smile on her face. As she looked into his eyes, she could feel her own breathing steady.
Location: Great Hall
OOC: Outfit
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 7:43 pm
xx❉ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Great Hall
xxx❉ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Vikram
xxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Flower Ball
xxxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Eww dancing?
Csuri was quite excited about the chocolatey treats. Vikram might tease her about it, but she wasn't ashamed of her preferences. At least it made her easy to buy for, she figured. Of course, then he commented on her not wanting to dance. He questioned if she wanted to get "shown up" by younger kids. Csuri snorted, her eyes rolling. "Vikram, you don't have enough money in all the world to get me to dance." While her tone sounded teasing, she was definitely being serious. She did not know how to dance, and she wasn't about to embarrass herself.
When he said he'd lead and she'd only have to follow, then teased her for not being able to follow. He even said he could teach her how to dance in five seconds. Csuri rolled her eyes, a frown in place. "Just because I don't want to dance, doesn't mean I cannot dance." Of course, she couldn't dance, but she wasn't about to tell him that. It's not like Wool's had dance classes. He offered a hand, but Csuri was determined not to let him take her to the dancefloor so she could look like an idiot in front of everyone. Instead, she took his hand, starting to lead him toward the snack tables instead. Hopefully he wouldn't drag her away.
{{Wearing :: Formalwear}}
Iғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴢᴇ ғᴏʀ ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, I ɢᴜᴇss I'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴡᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ
Nᴏ ᴍᴀɴ ɪs ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢɢʀᴀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ, ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ
Wʜᴏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴋɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ? Hᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ Eᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
Tʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ, Hᴏɴᴇʏ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ
Gɪʀʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴀʟ ɪᴛ, ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ
I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛs ʟᴇssᴏɴ, ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs sᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ
Mʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪs sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, "Gᴇᴛ ᴀ ɢʀɪᴘ, ɢɪʀʟ!" ᴜɴʟᴇss ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ
Nᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ ɪᴛ, ɴᴏ, ɴᴏ
Gɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ, ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀɪɴ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Tʜɪs sᴄᴇɴᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ! I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ I'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ!
Aᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ I'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2025 8:06 pm
xxಇ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Great Hall
xxxಇ.Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? The whole school
xxxxಇ.Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Flower Ball
xxxxxಇ.Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I can't wait to dance!
Tambry had been excited for the Ball ever since it was announced. Of course she was eager, she was literally a dancer! Of course, after a few subtle hints to Kavi, she'd ended up having to ask him to the dance. Oh well, she didn't mind being the social butterfly. When it came time to the dance, she was delighted by the dress that the ballet company's costume designer had come up with, and she paired it with a few dainty pieces of jewelry. She'd also gotten a package from her parents, with a delicate pink tiara her mum had worn in one of her very first ballets.
The day of, she'd volunteered to help Csuri with her hair, since the older girl had confessed she wasn't sure what to do with her curls. After a little work, the Seventh Year looked nice, leaving Tambry to do up her own hair, then get ready to go. She hurried down the stairs, hoping Kavi wouldn't be annoyed by her being a little late.
{{Wearing :: Princess Dress}}
Tʜᴇʏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴄᴋs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɪʟɪɴɢ
Tʜᴇʏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ, ᴛᴏ ᴜs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ
Wᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ ʀᴜɴs ᴏᴜᴛ! Wᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ sɪx ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ
Wᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ᴅɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ! Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴏ ɴᴜᴍʙ
Wᴇᴀʀ ᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ғɪɴᴅ 'ᴇᴍ
Wᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴄʀᴇᴛᴇ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇs!
Rᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴏғ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Wɪᴛʜ sᴄʀᴀᴘᴇs ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴘs ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴇᴀɴs
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪғ ɪᴛ's ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴏʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2025 12:14 am
xx✱ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Great Hall - by the snack tables
xxx✱ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Persephone, Goddess of Spring
xxxx✱ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Flower Dance
xxxxx✱ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? She's so pretty....
As soon as his words made Seph smile, Adi felt a million times better. He had been worried that the fancy event might make them both a little more awkward. But instead, she made a follow-up Greek mythos joke. "It shall be our secret..... unless the others also recognize your beauty." He felt his cheeks warm up a bit, but it was fiiiiiiine! As long as she was having fun, he didn't mind feeling a little extra blushy. But then she thanked him and did a twirl. He grinned happily, glad that she seemed super happy. "You look pretty magical.... in that dress. And the rest of the time too." He ran a hand through his hair, glancing away as the blush deepened. He'd been nursing a crush for several months now, and his goofy demeanor was fully on display.
When she said she'd love to dance, Adi noticed her glance back over at the dancefloor. Alright. Time to put his practice to the test! She did note that it was only if she was feeling up to it, so Adi offered over a hand. "We can absolutely dance. Anything to make you smile." He did feel a second of worry as he stepped away from his walking frame, but it was go time. No more practice, this was the real deal! He just had to be strong here. He glanced over at Vikram (who had spent quite a while helping him get comfortable walking without using supports) with a glance that read "hey if I fall down, please make sure I'm not dead". Of course, under the twinkling lights, his bi-color gaze focused on Persephone. He put a hand on her hip, entwining their fingers with their held hand. "Sorry if I trip you up. I'm not the world's best dancer." He chuckled nervously before he started the moves he'd practiced.
{{Wearing:: Fancy Clothes + knee & hip bracers}}
Iᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ғᴀᴍᴇ, ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀᴄᴄʟᴀɪᴍ
A ɢʟᴀss ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘᴀɢɴᴇ, sʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ sᴀғᴇ
Tʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ 8, Nᴏ, ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ!
Aɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ's ɴᴏᴡ ᴍɪsᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴏᴏᴅ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ "ᴏᴜᴛʟᴏᴏᴋ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ"
Iғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sɪɢɴs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛᴏ "ʏᴇs", ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ
Sᴏ sʜᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ 8 ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs!
Aɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴘ ᴏғ ғᴀɪᴛʜ, ғᴀɪᴛʜ, ғᴀɪᴛʜ!
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏғ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ, ᴡᴀʏ, ᴡᴀʏ!
Sʜᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ 8 ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs!
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2025 5:14 pm
xx↠ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Outside the Great Hall
xxx↠ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Charlotte
xxxx↠ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Spring Flower Ball
xxxxx↠ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Time to add some pizzazz!
Bieito was delighted to walk alongside Charlotte onto the dancefloor. He wondered for a moment if she'd yet discovered the added detail to her dress, but he figured if they were to dance, she'd see it soon enough. After he asked for a dance, Bee couldn't help but grin when she said it would be her genuine honor. Parfaite indeed. He moved to set a hand on her hip, a soft smile on his face as he started the first motions for the classic waltz. Now he just had to wait for the perfect moment... right? "I have a surprise for you, Charlotte, if you will allow."
Once he'd gotten an approval, Bieito carefully twirled her, allowing the intricately sewn-in glitter to shine. Under the candlelight, it seemed to make the dress twinkle, as though from a fairytale. Once the skirt flared out, the shimmery tulle underneath was able to catch the light, highlighting her as the centerpiece indeed. "Look at you, lighting up the room," He said softly, pale blue eyes glittering as he regarded her. Every inch of her seemed to radiate beauty, and he was so happy that she seemed to really enjoy the moments.
{{Wearing :: Spring Ball Attire}} A ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴᴋ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴊᴀᴡ ~ Pᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ sɪᴘ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀsᴛɪᴄ sᴛʀᴀᴡ
Sɪɴᴋ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ-ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ ᴍᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ sᴘᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ɢᴏʟᴅ
Oʀ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ I sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ sʜᴏᴡ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴋɪɴ? Tᴇᴀʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜ 'ᴇᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ ᴘɪɴs
Nᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴇ'ᴅ ɢᴇᴛ sɪᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀғᴏʟᴅs ~ I'ᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʟᴅ
Sᴏ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ʙᴜᴛ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Gᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ
Mᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴғɪʀᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ's sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ , ᴀɴᴅ I'ʟʟ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴅ
Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴜɴsᴜʀᴇ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ
Wʜᴇɴ I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ, ᴄᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏɴᴢᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜsᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ
Eɴɢʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀ I ʙᴇ
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2025 2:44 pm
 Archie happily took Tempy’s hand in his and led her inside. He positioned himself so she was just barely in front of him, so he was almost presenting her as they walked. He wanted this to be perfect for her. That’s what it was really about for him. He was just her backup and dance partner. They entered through the huge doors, into the school, and Archie gave Tempy a moment to look around. The first time entering the school was one of the most impressive parts.
“You know,” he began,“walking you through this for the first time makes me feel like I should be giving the spiel the Deputy Headmistress always does for first years,” he said with a little laugh. He put on a haughty accented voice that really didn’t sound a thing like Professor Clark. "The sorting is a very important ceremony. While here, your houses will be like your family.” Archie thought he was funny; he was just hoping Tempy did too. Or at very least, that it wasn’t a complete turn off. He shook his head, more at himself than anything. “Anywho…”. He then led Tempy carefully up the stairs and into the Great Hall. “Here we are. The Great Hall.” He looked around the room.“It’s not normally so floral-y, but the Head Students did an amazing job.” Archie then went quiet for a moment before softly saying, “I’m really glad you could be here, Temperance.” He hoped she didn’t mind him using her full name, but it felt right in this moment.
Location: Great Hall
OOC: Outfit
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2025 2:58 pm
As the music started, Bieito lead them seamlessly into a waltz. Almost instinctually, she found herself softly humming to the music that filled the Great Hall. She wasn’t some incredible dancer, but it felt natural with him. She had almost a glimpse of the future, dancing with him for years to come. It was silly, she knew that, but it made her feel warm inside. “A surprise?” She said suddenly. “What more could you possibly have up your sleeve?,” she laughed. She hadn’t been expecting it, but he seemed to be into this as much as she was. She had no reason to doubt Bee, he’d been perfect, she just had this way of worrying that she cared more about everything than everyone else did. Bee had proved that invariably false. Charlotte gave a nod, allowing Bee to do whatever it was he was going to do.
He spun her around, the layers of the tulle coming up around her and catching the light from the candles all around the Hall. Her skirt seemed to light up like there were a million little flecks of gold, or even diamonds, woven throughout. She gasped, almost feeling the room light up. She felt like a princess…or a fairy…or something just…magical. Which, she supposed she was, but more than the day to day magic. Looking back at Bee as she came to stop from the spin, her face filled with a blush. She took a step toward him, letting his hand rest on her hip once again. “Bee,” she sighed happily, “I don’t even have words any more. This is…tres magnifique.” She was going to need a thesaurus here any minute now.
Location: Great Hall
OOC: Outfit
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