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Post by EZRA WEASLEY on Jul 15, 2024 16:03:41 GMT -5
Ezra had never been to a ball so when it was announced everyone was to attend, he wasn't sure how to feel about it. Would he have to dance? Would he have to make an absoloute fool of himself by falling over his own feet? He hoped not. He was hoping that he could just hide behind Rose's dress for the most part but that plain was foiled when she all but balted toward the refreshments and he made his own retreat toward the student's drinks table, selecting a butterbeer and moving to nurse it as he waited for some more familiar people to make themselves known to him.
Post by MAEVE THORNE on Jul 15, 2024 17:23:53 GMT -5
Never one to go for anything but the biggest fish, her father was already socialising with the host himself. Maeve had her task, and began fulfilling it unfalteringly. Closest to her were the Burkes, both Thalia and her father familiar enough to be identified at a glance. She barely had enough time to nod a greeting to the Burke patriarch when a familiar voice interrupted her intention of approaching the family. Switching on a well-practised smile, she turned to meet Desiree. The French custom of invading one's personal space was familiar to her; she responded automatically, mirroring the other girl's enthusiasm.
"Only you could pull off such a… sophisticated look."
The pause was not lost on her, although Desiree's opinion on clothing had never bothered Maeve. Purebloods in most countries had a certain affinity for traditional, appropriate clothing. A French girl was no authority here, especially when her dress stood out in a way most local aristocrats would find rather unseemly. But what could one expect of a half-blood? "I have noticed plenty of sophisticated dresses here today - glad to see you decided to go for a different look. It suits you perfectly," she replied with the same warm smile, giving no indication that the words might be disingenuous.
She had noticed Desiree's date when the two approached, though she didn't expect to know him personally. Upon hearing Calvin's name, Maeve turned her attention to him. Could it be? He did not seem to be Desiree's type. True, he was wealthy, but he was also distractible, loud, and naive. She had witnessed his antics numerous times; learning that he was Desiree's boyfriend came as a momentary shock. Maeve found her voice just as the introductions were wrapped up. "I know Calvin, we attend many classes together. It is never dull with him around, truly." Her gaze moved back to Desiree, eyes glinting with amusement. "It must be difficult to see each other so infrequently. Two more terms left, too, not counting this one..." Hogwarts students could only leave the castle for a handful of days during the whole term. The couple had a long-distance relationship while living within walking distance of each other - and Calvin was stuck at school for three more years, while already older than most fresh graduates. It was a thoroughly bizarre arrangement, one Maeve did not envy.
"I do hope your relationship will prevail over these difficulties. You two make a fantastic couple." With any luck, the two of them would move to live in Australia. If not, though... well, the pair's dynamics would at least be intriguing to observe.
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Jul 15, 2024 18:38:39 GMT -5
Don had never ever been to a manor. Or to a ball. Or even to an event this big. He wasn't feeling intimidated, though. Overwhelmed, yes - there was so much to take in, every bit of it new to him. But not intimidated, even though he knew many adults behind those masks would be more purist than even the most hardcore Slytherin student. He wasn't going to let a bunch of nobs ruin his evening.
His suit was not at all similar to wizarding dress robes, which were usually expensive and looked plain ridiculous to him. The mask he bought at the last minute was that of a harlequin, which he found to be pretty funny. Arriving with the Weasleys, he did his best to stay by Rose's side while at the same time taking in as much of the extravagant decorations as he could. That did not go according to plan; after just a few seconds of gawking, he realised Rose was no longer near. Few of the Weasleys were.
Retracing his steps, he searched for green - her dress being the easiest way to identify her now, with the hall so saturated with redheads. It took him a few moments, but he finally noticed her near the refreshments and moved to join her. "Sorry, got distracted," he confessed sheepishly, the pink blush of her cheeks making him feel a little guilty. Don could tell she was feeling uncomfortable. He promised to keep her company, and then managed to get separated from her while entering the damn hall. "This place is massive. We should go see the gardens at some point," he suggested. "I wonder if they have interesting plants there." A plant had to fit some strict criteria for Don to classify it as interesting, and he didn't have high hopes of finding any of those here. Still, it was a good option for getting away from the crowd.
Post by KATIE NOTT on Jul 15, 2024 19:11:51 GMT -5
After putting so much effort into convincing Mom and Dad that she and Abraxas were mature enough to attend the ball, Katie planned to be on her best behaviour. Who knew, maybe there would be more events like this in the future. For now, she was happy to just wear the pretty dress and the cat mask, and watch the other guests. The colours were so captivating, and the whole place was incredibly beautiful.
"No mischief," Katie promised, completely certain - at the moment, at least - that she would keep her word. "Are you going to talk to a lot of people?" She knew that her parents had many friends here. It could get pretty boring if they got stuck in adult conversations with them.
Post by OBERON THORNE on Jul 15, 2024 19:41:53 GMT -5
The ball room brought back a flood of memories, of rich gatherings and social demands, from many years prior when they were far more common for Oberon to attend. In the time leading up to the gala, he had spent some of his hard-earned galleons on buying the appropriate robes, to better blend in with the ball-goers; because, if there was one thing he recalled, it was that appearances mattered the most. At least initially. He also controlled his breathing, to avoid taking in the heaviest of perfumes or scents, just to avoid causing himself a headache; in fact, Oberon guessed that his wolf nose would have been bombarded by the smells present.
Oberon walked beside Villen, his mask firmly in place, as he observed the entry and space proper. It was impressive, but weren't they all? For her part, Villen had more than met expectation, as Oberon expected she would from knowledge of her family and social status, and he couldn't help but offer a slight smile at her appearance. The gown looked very nice, as did she. Yet, that wasn't the purpose of the attendance, despite how easy it may have been to forget things for an evening and simply enjoy the higher life - and Oberon had been away from that life for a long, long while.
No, the purpose was right there...
Alistair Thorne.
The wizard stood amid conversation, his demeanor outgoing and welcoming, though Oberon knew the truth. His posture, his mannerisms, his eloquent way of motioning and speaking, it was all the same - except Alistair was older. Grey had started to appear near his temples, and there were wrinkles where fewer had been on the visible portions of face. In fact, Alistair seemed smaller, thinner, perhaps even generally less imposing than Oberon recalled; or, maybe it was now that Oberon had grown, taller and broader than his father, to eventually stand over the man who had done so to him throughout his childhood.
"Not really," Oberon said to Villen, as he continued to scan the room, noting some individuals he suspected he knew. The lie was easy. "I admit, you brush up well, Villen. Thank you for agreeing to attend. Can you recognize anyone?"
Oberon's eyes returned to his estranged father, and he took notice of the demure redhead near him. The relative closeness of familiarity was there, the subtle looks and words given by Alistair apparent, and it didn't take much to understand that was his daughter. Oberon's half-sister. The result of an affair, no less, which may have been scandalous if it weren't so cliche for a prominent and wealthy wizarding patriarch. She looked every bit someone that Alistair would back for heir to the Thorne family, with her observant nature and the easy smile that crossed her face, as another approached. Still, that young woman with the intense gaze was the obstacle between who Oberon had been and whom he wanted to return to being... and that meant she either needed to fall in line or be removed.
But, before that determination could be made, Oberon needed to meet his half-sibling...
"Are these events fairly common, Villen? Do the wealthy wizarding families tend to have balls often?"
Oberon would circulate, then approach. Soon.
ooc: Wearing mask & high-end dress robes. Not recognized by anyone, other than Cressida.
Post by CALVIN KLEIN on Jul 15, 2024 19:48:42 GMT -5
A charity ball was a wonderful reason to dress up and support local causes. His family had sponsored many charity balls in the past. Sometimes being the single largest charity contribution that night. Desiree had informed him of her intentions to attend to which Calvin was rather pleased about. He was looking forward to attending and somewhat, throwing his name out there in the greater circles of the wizarding community he now lived in.
He picked an outfit that somewhat complimented Desire's gown and mask but choosing to go a darker navy with hints of gold. The colour scheme was on the rare in Australia that he hoped it would also be welcomed here. As he walked along side Desiree, he could feel his wand digging into his thigh. " Hold on." He whispered as he drew his wand out and placed it into his jacket pocket keeping it closer to his chest. He didn't see the reason to bring his wand but one could never be to safe.
" Pleasure to see you again Maeve. " He greeted joining the conversation the two were having before looking over to Maeve. " I didn't know you had connections with her. She's the current Head girl amongst other things. " Not that titles mattered of course, they were students on the edge of being adults and in Desiree and Calvin's case, they were adults.
" Well thank you for your kind words. " He responded as he frowned slightly which was hidden behind his navy and golden mask. " Tough times don't last but tough people do. " He shared quite quickly eyeing Maeve down through the mask as he adjusted his well groomed hair. " Desiree, is there other people we'd like to meet?" He asked shifting his attention over to Desiree.
Post by AUGUSTUS MULCIBER on Jul 15, 2024 20:34:24 GMT -5
Augustus never really liked these types of events. He was often brought along because of his parents. Dressed up in a red outfit, he walked around hoping that no one would see him. The use of the mask was also quite helpful but it somehow made his piercing blue eyes stand out even more. Worse part of it all was that he was going to the ball alone. He was dateless which was surprising because of his considerably good looks he boasted about so much.
He departed from his parents and decided to venture about on his own knowing how easily recognisable he was. "Silly ball. I don't get why we even have to dress up. " He whispered as he moved through the crowds of people. " Everyone knows each other anyway. " He added making reference to the pointless mask they were all wearing.
Post by CRESSIDA VILLEN on Jul 15, 2024 20:46:30 GMT -5
His answer didn't surprise Cress - she hadn't expected him to know anyone here. This lack of connections made his eagerness to participate in this event somewhat dubious, though she wasn't going to question him about it. For all she knew, there was a wanted criminal attending the ball and Oberon just wanted to blend in. If that was the case, she would be pretty annoyed about not getting a heads-up.
As the two of them made their way through the crowd, Cressida greeted the friends and colleagues she recognised. Not entirely trusting her date to do well in a high society small talk, she did not pause to chat with anyone yet. Perhaps if she ran into an insignificant acquaintance, she could try a brief chat and see how Oberon fares.
"I admit, you brush up well, Villen."
The corners of her lips twitched. Exactly the sort of comment she was worried about. Amusing, but in a way that would upset the types of people who frequented these events. "You do know how to compliment a lady." The words were uttered in a deadpan as she nodded to a couple the two of them were passing.
"You can just call me Cressida." Referring to each other by surname - a fake surname in his case, she was entirely certain of it - had been fine when they hunted a werewolf or met up to discuss matters related to it. It was impersonal, putting the appropriate amount of distance between them in purely business matters. At this gala, though, it seemed far more suitable to address each other by first name.
She paused at a refreshments table, picking up a glass of wine and taking a sip before answering the new inquiry. "Events this big aren't frequent. Nor are masquerades. Most balls are invitation-only, with maybe fifty people attending. They happen once in a month or two." His line of questioning was strange; did he intend to find his way into similar functions? A no-name bounty hunter wasn't likely to succeed in such an endeavour. "The most prominent Purebloods would be present in most such gatherings," she added, figuring the piece of information could be useful - based on the questions so far.
"Cressida? I didn't think you were coming to the ball." She quickly recognised the voice of one of her squad members.
"I only decided to go a few days ago," she responded amicably, hoping that the interaction would end with that.
"Glad you did - we don't get out often enough. Would you like to dance?"
"I'm actually here with... someone," she glanced at Oberon, who was a few steps away. It probably hadn't been immediately obvious that the two are here together.
Post by OBERON THORNE on Jul 15, 2024 21:30:03 GMT -5
Oberon nodded, as Villen - Cressida - answered his questions, while adding some other tidbits for him to know that saved time on asking more. It wasn't typical for the heir-turned-bounty hunter to be read too easily, but in this instance he couldn't do much else; he had to ask some specifics, otherwise he wouldn't know. Yet, with the answers providing the basic starting points for more preparation later, Oberon was satisfied to be less blatant.
When Cressida was approached, and asked for a dance, Oberon smiled and nodded.
"By all means," he said, before he glanced to his date - for lack of a better term. "I'll go see about some drinks. Have fun."
Once outside of Cressida's notice, Oberon walked to the edge of the gathering and skirted the wall. He was casual, merely someone observing the decor and studying points of interest. And as he did so, from within his long robes, Oberon pulled out a second mask; it was very different from the one he wore, intended as such, and with a quick adjustment he soon had the first mask slipped into his robes, and his face covered with the new, fuller mask. He had taken some precautions for what was to come, just in case.
Now, where is she...
Across the way, Oberon spotted her. The red hair. He made his way over, weaving through the crowd, and passed by his father with a slight bump - "Excuse me, apologies." - before continuing toward Maeve Thorne. She spoke to a pair of young wizards, though whether they were about to depart or not remained unknown. Still, Oberon didn't wait to find out, as he approached his half-sister, and stopped near the group. He looked to each in turn, before looking at Maeve:
"Excuse the interruption, but I was wondering if I could I have this dance?"
Oberon motioned to those dancing nearby, then held out his hand for hers expectantly...
Post by ANNABELLE MULCIBER on Jul 15, 2024 23:00:19 GMT -5
Annabelle’s excitement was palpable as she entered the Nero manor accompanied by her father and older brother. It felt odd to be out at such a grand event with the two of them, since her father was usually absent and her brother was most often away at school. It almost felt like old times. Almost. Elegantly dressed in a gorgeous new ball gown with large poofy sleeves and a wide skirt, complete with a dusty rose mask covered in flowers, Annabelle exuded pure innocent beauty. An odd contrast while standing next to her brother, currently decked out in head to toe black and a mask that resembled a devil. The two were a striking pair to behold in any case, walking into the grand hall hand in hand behind their father.
Making their rounds around the room, the elder Mulciber nodding in greeting to those worthy of their time, Annabelle gazed about the exquisite manor, brown eyes sparkling in glee. Unlike her older brother, the young blonde excelled in social settings, enjoying getting to meet so many new people. Being able to attend a ball such as this was practically a dream come true for the sheltered girl. Finally she was free from the confines of the Mulciber family home, free from her grandparents’ watchful eyes, and able to truly shine as only she could at such events.
The buzz about the room was electrifying, and she could barely contain her desire to depart their solemn father and begin to mingle amongst the various guests herself. “Julian, do you think any of your school friends will be here? Will I get to meet any of them?” She squeezed his hand in excitement at the thought, hoping to finally get a glimpse into his life at Hogwarts. He was always so secretive about everything when he was away, claiming it was for her own good, but she figured his friends may be able to enlighten her as to her brother’s true nature at school.
TAGGED: JULIAN MULCIBER Notes: links to her dress and mask. easily recognizable, particularly when with her family.
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jul 16, 2024 5:10:34 GMT -5
When she heard that her father wouldn't be attending the ball due to work, she and her sister thought they had dodged a proverbial bullet. They had planned to do something entirely different right up until it had been announced they would be chaperoned by the Conti's instead. Which, on any other occasion may have been fine but she just didn't want to deal with having to attend something she'd heard whispers about Don and Rose attending together.
So when they had arrived she had attempted to make herself scarce. Unfortunately, her older sister, Danielle, had made that all but impossible as she approached.
"Surely you're not going to go and hide somewhere?"
"I was planning on spending my time in the gardens, actually. Looking for a large enough hole to bury myself in." she deadpanned. She could tell by the look on her sister's face this was an unacceptable alternative -- so she sighed and shrugged her shoulder, her hand clinging to the purse she'd brought. As if the small square would save her from the night's festivities, her gaze following the Weasleys as they entered but where was Don? Maybe he'd changed his mind about going with Rose and a small flicker of hope ran through her but it lasted all of a moment before she saw him trailing behind and her face fell once more. Of course.
Danielle, following her sister's gaze, raised a brow beneath her mask. "Is that him?" she asked, clearly not impressed.
Sofia nodded and attempted to turn on her heels again.
"Okay, first of all, Abotts do not turn and run with their tails trapped between their legs." she huffed, reaching out to grab Sofia's arm. "Second, we do not let stupid, not very good-looking boys ruin our fun, nor do we let Weasel's steal them."
Sofia appreciated her sister's attempt at a pep talk but she wasn't inclined to agree - she thought Don was very good-looking but she wasn't about to argue the point. She hadn't exactly been forthcoming with her sister and things may have been lost in translation between her frenzied sobbing and journal burning. Still, though, her sister had a point. "So what do you propose I do?" she asked, exasperated. "I can't force him to like me, Dani."
"Oh, we're far beyond that." Danielle said and moved to grab two drinks from the table, "Take this." she said. "Don't drink it. Just wait."
Mentions: ROSE WEASLEY & DOMHNALL MCEVOY OOC: Sofia's dress & mask. Recognizable to those who know her well. NPCing: Danielle Abott, Sofia's older sister, 16, Slytherin.
Last Edit: Jul 16, 2024 5:11:15 GMT -5 by SOFIA ABOTT
Post by ABRAXAS LESTRANGE on Jul 16, 2024 7:49:59 GMT -5
No mischeif felt like a fair enough rule given they'd had to plead maturity to get here and honestly, Abraxas had no plans on causing any trouble. He wanted to have fun and maybe dance a little bit like he'd seen all the adults do, of course, he also wanted to explore where he could too, he'd never been to anything like this before, owing the the fact his father had placed them on a small island in the middle of nowhere. "Best behaviour!" he said with a enthusiastic nod.
Post by MAEVE THORNE on Jul 16, 2024 8:52:54 GMT -5
Maeve had not found the time to send Desiree many owls during this term, all her time taken up by club leadership and N.E.W.T. preparations. Therefore, while becoming the Head Girl would have been something to flaunt in their unspoken competition, she had neglected to mention it. Although she would have enjoyed elaborating on the perks her badge provided, there was a pressing need to move on to another interaction; she did not wish to be heard bragging, especially while still so close to Father. Such petty vying would not earn her any approval. "It is but a grand title, with numerous responsibilities attached." Appearing modest and lightly humorous about it seemed to be a proper response.
"Tough times don't last but tough people do."
"Indeed," she agreed, moderately impressed by the Ravenclaw's apt response. It had the sound of a quote about it - too well-crafted for someone to come up with on the spot - but she did not know its origins. Still, Calvin appeared considerably more solemn today than he usually was. His apparent eagerness to meet other guests was appreciated, too. Maeve wanted to move further into the hall, where Father could not hear and scrutinise her every word.
"Excuse the interruption, but I was wondering if I could I have this dance?"
She was about to utter a parting line when the tall figure approached their trio, extending a hand to Maeve. His voice was unfamiliar to her, as was what little she could see of his appearance. Not a student - he was probably in his twenties, perhaps thirties. It was difficult to judge, with his face covered. However, being stolen from the interaction in this manner was the perfect way to part with Desiree; only a few minutes had passed since her entrance, and Maeve was already attracting attention - without dressing provocatively to do so. "By all means," she replied, reaching out to take the offered hand. A low, gentle tone - easy to miss with the ballroom music already playing - rang out as their fingers were about to touch. The redhead paused for a fraction of a second, blue eyes behind her mask drained of their amused glint. It would not do to change her mind now - not with the French girl watching, not with Father possibly looking her way. She placed her hand into his with a small curtsy.
"It has been lovely to catch up with you - Desiree, Calvin," she uttered, offering one last smile before moving towards the center of the room with the stranger.
Post by DIOR VERSACHE on Jul 16, 2024 9:14:12 GMT -5
A charity ball was one of the many reasons why Dior was able to find reasoning to doll up and wear an overly extravagant gown to an event without appearing too out of the ordinary. It was a struggle to get her gown and her self for that matter, transported from where she was staying to the venue but she had managed to not only make it to the venue but also be fashionably late but for good reason. Her gown was rather extravagant for the evening but she did like to make a scene in the most fashionable sorts.
Walking into the venue with her purple and gold gown and matching mask, she looked around and observed just how magnificent the ballroom was. She wondered about the host and wanted to find a time to meet them so that she could thank them for the invite. Today, she ventured out alone but felt even more confident in doing so with what she was wearing.
She was unrecognisable and for someone who held a high profile in the Scottish Government, it was very welcomed. She didn't want to cause a scene but it seemed her gown was doing that for her. Thankfully, her attire made her look not only years younger but also a different person. " Hello darling. " She greeted the people she passed by as she made her way to the drinks to help herself to a nice glass of water.
Post by MAGNUS BHAER on Jul 16, 2024 9:25:07 GMT -5
Fabbio Nero was a shrewd man.
Magnus allowed his eyes to scan the extravagant ballroom, not allowing the grandiosity of it all to overwhelm him. The hired security detail had all been dressed identically in black and white dress robes with a matching black masks - all situated at the entrances to ensure no undesirables were allowed inside. They presented as an assured safety net for all guests - reputations would not be tarnished by the appearance of drunken commoners or radicals, though even those that shielded the people inside were limited to the opposing side of doorways - always looking in.
Magnus could relate.
He had always felt like an outsider to these events - especially as invitations came rarely. Hailing from a no-name house and having naught but his own belongings meant that his influence was minimal when it came to politics or high society. However, tonight was different... His invitation had been personalised to him, from the host himself. Strange... yet explainable. The man wanted added security inside, though did not want his guests bothered by pacing strangers or unfamiliar faces (ironic, given the masks). Who better to invite, then, than a former magical law enforcement agent turned Auror? He nursed the drink in his hand - there for show, of course, Magnus was never one to drink on the job - his performance tonight in mingling with both his peers and those that would reject him necessary to maintain cover.
His eyes had already fallen on many of his flock: Cressida Villen of the W.C.U., daughter of Geoffrey Villen - known to be very outspoken about his thoughts on the danger of half-breeds, particularly werewolves; Draco Malfoy: the current Head Unspeakable; Pansy Burke, an Obliviator at the Ministry - recognisable mostly from being surrounded by her family; and, as his eyes landed on a man closer to him, he recognized Alistair Thorne beneath his mask - the Department Head of International Magical Cooperation. It seemed the invitations to this event included much of the current Ministry officials - no wonder Nero had the foresight to introduce Aurors into the mix. Just as he was about to remove his gaze from Thorne - another man approached rather swiftly, his pacing direct and invasive as he bumped the veteran. Magnus watched the interaction with raised interest, eyes set on the silver Venetian mask. Of all high-society interactions Magnus had ever witnessed - he had never seen someone bump into an older gentleman before. Although quite possibly entirely innocent - something seemed off.
""Excuse the interruption, but I was wondering if I could I have this dance?" He heard the words, ears pricked, drowning out all other sounds around as he listened, thinking it strange for such a hurried approach only to ask for a woman's hand. Either the man was desperate for her attention, or clumsy.
He didn't read as clumsy.
Magnus focused on the woman in question: she was dressed in a floor-length stormy blue gown and long gloves that covered most of her milky white skin. An intricate, feathered mask covered most of her face, though her red hair spilled out behind her in waves. With an educated guess, Magnus assumed given her proximity to the families around her that she was related to either the Burkes or the Thornes. She reached out for the mans hand - fingers freezing for a breath before accepting it, moving with him toward the centre of the room. Perhaps he had imagined the hesitation? Then again, perhaps not. He decided to keep an eye on the mysterious couple, sensing something was amiss.