An active, character-driven Hogwarts experience set in the early 2000s. Unique items, plots, and features. Non-canon; this isn't Harry Potter's story, it's ours.
A certain Hufflepuff...it didn't take too many smarts to figure out who she meant, but perhaps there had been a reason that hadn't worked out. She was surprised that she hadn't asked him, as Amy had more confidence in these things than her, but she decided against asking. If her sister wished to confide in her, then she would, but for now she seemed content enough in her company.
It seemed her diversionary tactic had worked anyway, as she was steered toward the buffet table. Was this better than the last one? She could barely remember the last one, something to do with a jinx, but from what little she retained, she didn't think the decorations were as pretty last time. What had the theme been again? Had there been this many cameras last time
"I think I like this years theme better", she agreed while side eying a couple of girls giggling at their old fashioned attire.
"Let them laugh. Your dress is nice, and I like mine. It's ruffly and...puffly?" Was that even a word? Oh well, she did operate on the philosophy that if real words didn't cut it then just make them up! At least, in casual conversation.
Dinna fash, right. If they ever spoke again after this, he would have to teach her some local lingo of his own. Some of the dialect from his home region could be rather similar to that of the scots, but that was a thought for later. Still, it was like learning to speak two different languages at times, 'proper' english and his local 'geordie' dialect.
He then got his earlier wish, sort of, as the next song was a slow number that seemed to be attempting to coax the couples out of the crowd. Yes, because apparently it was okay to watch and photograph teenagers who were probably eyeing up their first crush or something. Oh well, that was on them!
Seeing as he had yet to be injured further, he assumed that his hands were in the right place, at least. Not that he had any intention of being anything but the perfect gentleman, but as he tried not to think too much about what his feet were doing and just try to relax a little and have fun. Any consequences from Lindsey's friends, he would deal with later. Yes, that could be a problem for future him.
Post by Amara Seabrook on Nov 23, 2021 18:40:50 GMT 10
Amara joined Lucas at the table he picked for them, annoyed at herself for feeling nervous about this whole thing though she pushed it down the best she could. How great he looked was certainly and effective distraction, so that helped.
She didn't have too much of an appetite, likely from her own nerves and how unusual it was to be attending an event like this instead of another night of rolling her eyes at various people in the Great Hall. Not that Amara didn't find others to judge and roll her eyes at here as well, but the grandness of it all was a great mood-lifter. A bit crowded for her likely, but she managed.
Finishing her cake as Lucas did, Amara rose from her seat and checked herself over. The last thing she needed was even a shred of embarrassment right now. She touched her hair, just in case, then glanced at Lucas. What now?
Dancing, apparently. The absolute worst. Yet he had a way of making it sound not so bad, and he had a fair point. Amara accepted his hand and followed him onto the dance floor. She tilted her head back, admiring the starry view above. If only she could bottle it. Or find a way to enchant her bed canopy with it. It was so immersive, and all her worries faded away.
She glanced away, then blushed as he was watching her.
'I'm glad we're here,' Amara said, placing her hand on his shoulder while the other held his hand. The music was a bit non-specific so she just went with what felt best for now. 'Thank you, for accepting to be my date.' She smiled, glad to have his company rather than... well, anyone else.
She danced. Despite her years of rejecting the mere concept of dancing lessons, she had taken to them well enough that no toes were at risk. Unless someone got in her way, of course. Amara would weaponise her heels if necessary.
'I wish this night didn't have to end,' Amara added, leaning closer to him for better stability as she admired the stars again while still dancing. It was trusting him quite a bit, but she was finally starting to realise Lucas had never really let her down. She wouldn't go as far as to say he's safe, but perhaps reliable. He deserved a chance.
Exactly as pictured, though no expense was spared; she was adorned with real diamonds on her dress robes and otherwise.
She also wore elbow-length, black gloves -- though apart from being soft, it felt as if they weren't there. Her necklace was surprisingly simple and ended in a small, crescent moon-shaped sapphire.
Last Edit: Nov 23, 2021 18:41:25 GMT 10 by Amara Seabrook
Post by Lindsey Bryce on Nov 25, 2021 12:41:15 GMT 10
The music was slow and she didn't really react to any of his mistakes, if he made any. She glided with him around the floor, her feet moving in a pattern that showed her was good at following the lead. It was something she had learned early on about dancing. When it came to dancing with another, follow the lead and most the time, it was the male who did the leaving.
"Thanks... For dancin' with me... Ye could have said no," she said to him as she glanced down at her feet. Oh, what she wouldn't give for a good highland sound to come from the musicians and a chance to really show her heritage in a fling or reel. She was itching for the moment to really break loss, but whatever happened, she was going to be okay.
Kevin was one of the students that entered as late as possible. He didn’t much care for balls as they mostly indicated music and he had little use for it unless it was loud enough for him to feel the tremors and vibrations. He eyed the dance floor with apprehension and decided to spend most of the time around food.
He took a plate and horded a collection of cheese and meats with a couple of slices of bread. From time to time he checked out a particularly well-dressed peer or adults, marveling at the frankly beautiful outfits some people wore.
Munching on the food, Kevin tapped his right foot in a non-determined rhythm, obviously not keeping up with the music, but giving an appearance of doing so to untrained eyes. He just hoped no one would remark on his presence here. Every once in a while, Kevin threw a wistful look at the ballroom before catching himself and taking an angry bite out of whatever his hands grabbed on the plate.
Kevin is wearing black dress robes that fit him quite nicely, though perhaps a little bit loose on the waist. They shimmered in the light and if caught in just a the right moment, one could see flashes of deep gold, emerald green and powder blue shimmer when moving around.
Though mostly uneventful, as far as the disappointed Daily Prophet reporters were concerned, it was a fun and entertaining night for the students. Even the staff had mostly enjoyed themselves, though Professor Snape came and went in determination to ensure no minors were sneaking off for some inappropriate alone time. Changes to the house point hourglass tallies sadly reflected his efforts.
Alas, all good things must come to an end. As midnight arrived, it was time to crown each Heir of the Ball. Professor McGonagall took the lead, with a scroll in hand, while Professor Rivera set up a table to either side. One had a house-coloured cushion each with a crown atop it. It wasn't anything too fancy, but the realistic-looking gems shone on the individually-designed crowns -- matching those seen in the house hourglasses.
The other table had an assortment of prizes. Four main items stood out, though with multiples so it wasn't first-come, first-served. Each Head of House had donated something, which could be fairly guessable for those who had a clear view of each main item.
'If I could have your attention, please?' McGonagall addressed the room, and claimed exactly that. Everyone stopped dancing, eating, or mingling to form an attentive crowd. 'It is time to crown our Heir of the Ball, for each respective house. This was determined by the collective votes of our Heads of Houses, which was no easy feat.'
She'd have explained the criteria, but no one was particularly interested -- either they were too eager to know who won, or were too tired and just wanted to go to bed once it was over.
'For Gryffindor house, we crown Rylan Marsh,' McGonagall said, allowing everyone a chance to applaud and for the crown to be handed out before she proceeded.
Each winner was to stand beside her, near the prize table.
'For Hufflepuff house, we crown Arthur Hocking,' she continued, giving each a warm smile of congratulations. 'For Ravenclaw house, we crown Martha Twiggs.'
More applause. Another crown handed out. Another winner congratulated.
'And finally, for Slytherin house, we crown Lindsey Bryce.' McGonagall rolled up the scroll and pocketed it. She awaited each winner to stand before her, then indicated to the prize table.
'You each have your pick of any one prize,' Professor Rivera explained, standing behind it to oversee the process with attentive supervision. 'There's plenty to go around, so no pushing.'
While the winners made their choices, Professor Sprout concluded the ball with a speech of appreciation for a wonderful night, and wishing them just as good a sleep as they'd surely be glad to rest up after all the dancing. Tomorrow, the Hogwarts Express leaved after Breakfast for those headed home -- hopefully, everyone that applies too had already packed. A few guilty avoidances of her gaze proved otherwise.
The Founder's Ball has ended.
You may continue posting for exits etc, though no additional rewards will be given. It's Midnight; the new RPG day will begin soon. A huge thank you to everyone who participated!
Each participant received:
20 exp (to all skills) per post
30 Galleons
3 house points -- then +3 more per 10 posts
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Heir of the Ball winners, choose one:
Sea Shell (collectable)
Advanced Garden Pot
Fire Rune
Bubble-Head Potion
@rylan Arthur HockingMartha TwiggsLindsey Bryce -- If you're unable to post your prize collection before RPG time change, don't worry; that's optional -- alternatively, simply message Lena to let her know which prize you want for your winning character.
For clarification, an Heir of the Ball is the highest poster from each house. Being voted on by Heads of Houses is simply the in-RP reason, and has no actual impact on the results or otherwise.
Post by Lindsey Bryce on Dec 17, 2021 8:39:18 GMT 10
As midnight came, Lindsey felt the whole day coming to an end, just by how tired she was growing. A yawn escaped her after their dance and she gave Rylan Marsh a quick hug for the dance and then turned to the front of the room where the professors were. She let out a 'whoop' when Rylan was called out as Heir of the Ball for Gryffindor, followed by the same for Arthur, since they were both fellow 4th years. When it came to the Ravenclaw, she smiled and clapped. She didn't know her well, but she was sure she heard someone let out their own shout of congratulations.
When it came to Slytherin, she wasn't expecting the Professor to say her name and she looked truly surprised, but bounded up to join the others, a smile on her face. When she was told to pick a prize, Lindsey went for the most obvious one for her, the Advanced Garden Pot. Once she had it, she smiled at Rylan and the other heirs before she headed down and to her Slytherin Friends before leaving.
If only her and Lucky had worked out past the summer, but that talk her parents had given the two of them before the start of school... But, maybe they could try again? They were getting older, they had a better understand of things. Even if it was only for a few weeks. At the jeering about their dress, she narrowed her eyes and then looked at her sister after she spoke.
"Puffly?" Amelia asked with a smile, amused by the new word. It was like Martha to come up with new words and Amelia loved it. "Yes, I like them too." Though what she said was true, she also wished to sometimes get something new. The broom was likely the only new thing she would ever had and that was going to have to do.
As the Professor got everyone's attention, she listened and clapped when Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were called. The sound of her sister's voice brought a laugh yell from Amelia and she clapped her hands loudly, causing a few heads to turn. The mention of Bryce caused her to slightly narrow her eyes. She still hadn't forgiven her for the Quidditch match.
Post by Arthur Hocking on Dec 17, 2021 13:41:05 GMT 10
Arthur had fun, even if it wasn't quite what he expected. He turned to listen to Professor McGonagall. The whole Heirs of the Ball thing sounded fun, even if he himself didn't win. He clapped loudly for Rylan, and almost didn't realize that his own name had been called. He stood wide-eyed for a second before jogging up beside Professor McGonagall, nearly tripping on his dress robes as he did so.
He glanced out over the crowd of people and felt proud. If the Heads of House had chosen him, this meant that Professor Snape did like him after all! Or at the very least tolerated him. He strongly believed that Professor Sprout's word had put him in consideration. He smiled at the Ravenclaw winner--Martha Twiggs--and at Lindsey when she came up to stand beside Professor McGonagall.
Finally, glancing over the prizes, Arthur's eyes landed on the Advanced Garden Pot, which he picked almost without looking at the other options, though they were all a little tempting. He grinned widely as he listened to Professor Sprout's speech, and quickly headed to bed. Despite how much fun he'd had, he was also very tired.
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