Realistic or Modern The Academy of Beaufort: The Awakening (NOW OPEN & ACCEPTING)

[sophie.]

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Elora Navarra
interacting with casper
in the school dormitories
nymphadora.
outfit ~ elora
hair and makeup ~ navarra
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“No, dummy, we’re going.”

Elora turned around to face Casper and smirked. She had only known him for about a day, but she could tell that a school dance wasn’t really his scene. He was wearing a beat up pair of converse and his tie looked like it was choking him.

“Seriously man, haven’t you been going to this school for years? Why can’t you tie a tie?” She laughed. It really wasn’t that hard. Elora has taught herself for costume purposes or important debate club competitions at her old highschool.

“Just let me do it,” she said without waiting for an answer. She walked over to him and began to work at his tie. He knotted it every which way, so Elora had to yank at it a few times. Once she got it untied, it only took a few moments for her to loop it into a real tie.

“Bam! Done.” Elora looked quite proud of her work. “Now I just have to put on my dress, I won’t be long!” She excitedly ran into the walk-in closet and slipped into her dress. It took her a week to pick out the perfect outfit, but she eventually found one she loved. She wasn’t a heels type of person, but her dress was long enough that’s no one would notice her wearing flats. Again, she smiled at herself in the mirror.

It took a few minutes for Elora to leave the closet. Once she was out, she looked to Casper.

“You ready?”

"but for the time being, i'm being patient"​

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[/div][div class=name]Kamaria Aten[/div][div class=info style=display:none][div class=scroll2]location: Her Dorm | Outside the Grandhall
interations: Amariana sprouhtt | No one
mentions: Fleur nymphadora.
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Kamaria had been lost in thought until she’d heard feet against the floor and the sound of the door opening and closing. The vampiress stared at the now empty space. So now she would finally get a look at her roommate. To say that she was not looking forward to it was an understatement. Kamaria had her own room for the past few years, so imagine her surprise and displeasure when finding out she had a roommate. She could only hope that they weren’t a slob and unbearable. But then again there was only a small amount of people that she actually tolerated and fewer that she liked.

For the next hour Kamaria sat on her bed, reading on of her many novels to pass the time. She didn’t want to arrive too early, it was alway better to show up fashionably late in her book. Kamaria was fine with ignoring her roommate when she entered the room once again and began to talk to her. The vampire slowly up from her book, giving the girl a slow once over. She was attractive certainly but also very human. Kamaria didn’t return her smile and looked back down to her book. On the inside she was very annoyed, having a human as a roommate was not something that she was looking forward. But it could be worse, at least she hadn’t been roomed with a werewolf like her poor friend.

Kamaria marked the page she had been reading and looked up again, noticing the beautiful red gown. It was stunning and happened to be her favorite cousin. Well so far the human had taste, she’d give her that. Kamaria stood and left the room, she needed time to process this new information. Kamaria arrived at the grand hall but didn’t make a move to go inside. She noticed others standing outside of the room as well, it was easy to figure out the people that she was familiar with even with their mask on. Kamaria crossed her arms over her chest, already feeling eyes on her. Luckily she was quite used to it and enjoyed it at times.
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Kamaria had been lost in thought until she’d heard feet against the floor and the sound of the door opening and closing. The vampiress stared at the now empty space. So now she would finally get a look at her roommate. To say that she was not looking forward to it was an understatement. Kamaria had her own room for the past few years, so imagine her surprise and displeasure when finding out she had a roommate. She could only hope that they weren’t a slob and unbearable. But then again there was only a small amount of people that she actually tolerated and fewer that she liked.

For the next hour Kamaria sat on her bed, reading on of her many novels to pass the time. She didn’t want to arrive too early, it was alway better to show up fashionably late in her book. Kamaria was fine with ignoring her roommate when she entered the room once again and began to talk to her. The vampire slowly up from her book, giving the girl a slow once over. She was attractive certainly but also very human. Kamaria didn’t return her smile and looked back down to her book. On the inside she was very annoyed, having a human as a roommate was not something that she was looking forward. But it could be worse, at least she hadn’t been roomed with a werewolf like her poor friend.

Kamaria marked the page she had been reading and looked up again, noticing the beautiful red gown. It was stunning and happened to be her favorite cousin. Well so far the human had taste, she’d give her that. Kamaria stood and left the room, she needed time to process this new information. Kamaria arrived at the grand hall but didn’t make a move to go inside. She noticed others standing outside of the room as well, it was easy to figure out the people that she was familiar with even with their mask on. Kamaria crossed her arms over her chest, already feeling eyes on her. Luckily she was quite used to it and enjoyed it at times.

 

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"Some of the most poisonous people can come disguised as family."​

location: fleur's dorm
mood: frustrated, annoyed
with: fleur emanuelle caron
tags: nymphadora.



A killer hangover greeted Judah the afternoon of the masquerade ball.

Of course, after the conversation between Judah and his uncle the day before, Judah felt as if he needed the welcome numbing feeling of alcohol. Judah knew that his uncle was only looking out for him, but even he had his moments where Judah would wonder whether if his cruel father had suddenly replaced his brother and the call would turn bitter in an instant.

And it did; before Judah knew it, he was outside the dorm, worried that Fleur would hear something she shouldn't and used his past knowledge of the Academy to find a near abandoned stairwell and continue there.

The call had lasted for more than an hour, long and intense. Even after it ended, it left not only a bad taste in his mouth, but an even badder attitude. Gone were the high spirits brought on by his playful little scuffle with Fleur earlier, replaced by a somber, irate mood that Fleur mercifully did not question. The rest of the day had been uneventful, and as day bled into evening, Judah took his chances the moment Fleur had her back turned and left the dorm.

He didn't come back until around 3 in the morning, using the last of his money to buy himself a six pack of beer, alcohol already flowing through his veins as he stumbled into the room as quietly as he could, not even noticing the cleanliness of the room, most likely because of Fleur's magic. He managed to down one more bottle before collapsing into bed like a rock.

He woke up at around two in the afternoon, groggy and half-dead, an insane hangover meeting him like a slap in the face. He glanced over the dorm bleary-eyed, seeing that Fleur was nowhere to be found. It took him a full ten minutes to get out of bed, and another two minutes to stumble into the shower.

The cold water helped him snap out of his dreary, hungover state. Memories of the call from yesterday bit at his conscience, his uncle's increasingly concerned and vexed message echoing in his mind.

"The risk in this job is just too high, Judah! You have to quit, or else the consequences are gonna come much sooner than later. Your father---"

"No, uncle, listen to me - you know I need the money ; how else am I going to---"

"No, Judah, you listen to me. I told you; this isn't the first time your father got close to finding out. The next time he does, it'll put you in a world of trouble, more trouble than just finding enough money to pay your rent. This girl is no ordinary girl - her family are witches, with powerful connections to some of your father's most hated enemies. The girl herself is trouble - you aren't her first 'protector' you know. She jumped through her last ones like it's a game of hopscotch, and I---"

"I'm always in a fucking world of trouble when it comes to Father, you know that! This is the only job I got, Uncle - Fleur is my ticket to surviving this last year, my ticket to being able leave the pack once and for all. The money is all I care about."

"Judah---"

The call was over before his uncle could say another word. It left Judah nearly breathless when it ended. It wasn't often his uncle and him ended on such bad terms, and a gnawing sense of shame began to work its way into his mind as he left the stairwell, following him all the way throughout the day and into the night as he bought his alcohol and didn't return to his dorm until dawn.
His uncle's warnings did their fair share of time in Judah's mind as well. They stayed with him as the next day came shining through, stayed as he showered, stayed as he shaved, stayed as he spent the rest of the afternoon trying to study in time for the semester and in the Academy's exclusive fitness room, trying to sweat his stresses away.

Yet, as afternoon bled into evening and Judah realized he had to get back to his dorm to get ready for the ball, catching sight of Fleur as he came back only made the warnings and the stress burn brighter.

His eyes went to the ground next to his disaster of a bed; four bottles of the six he bought empty and strewn across the floor. He visibly winced at the sight and at the idea of Fleur realizing that she got a dirty, unkempt, lazy, alcoholic mutt for a roommate. The idea was so shameful and accurate that for the next few minutes, he couldn't bring himself to say a word to her. Instead, he turned towards the door, suddenly interested in seeing if his suit had arrived in time for the ball.

It took him a total of two frustrating minutes of looking around vainly to realize that no suit had been delivered to him at all - he had ignored going to the ball for so long now that it seemed the Academy decided it was useless in even getting him a suit to wear.

Usually, Judah wouldn't care - the ball was the least of his concerns when it came to the Academy. But this year was special. This year, he had a job to do, and if he wanted to do that job and get the money that he so desperately needed to finally be able to leave the cage he had called home for too long, he would need a suit to accompany his client.

But there was no suit to be found. Judah growled quietly in annoyance, but it quickly dissipated as he walked further into the room, stopping in his tracks the moment he caught Fleur in her gown for the formal event, busy preparing herself. He couldn't help but stare, drinking in the beauty that took his breath away.

The sightseeing didn't last long however; Judah shook his head slightly, snapping out of it. His uncle's words echoed through his mind, and he clenched his jaw, wondering how many more guys like him also had the chance to see her prettied up like this in the past.

Probably too many to count, he thought, almost in distaste, and all feelings of admiration vanished. He walked over to his messy part of the room and swung his gym bag over and let it land on the bed. "Who's the lucky guy?" he called over his shoulder to her, almost nonchalantly, trying to seem like he was also busy.



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[div class=infobanner][div class=title]ENZO WILSON[/div]

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|[div class=title]Mood[/div] bored|
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[div class=textWrap][div class=scrollWrap][div class=textBox]It had been a day since Enzo arrived to Beaufort and he was already being forced into a social event—a masquerade ball. Great. It's not like Enzo fully despised interacting with other people. by God no. Rather, he just needs time to grow accustomed to his future peers. Enzo isn't one to rush into friendships, relationships, or any social attachment of the sort for that matter. Especially after the incident involving his parents. The memory of their deaths still poisons his veins, despite his former Alpha's training to confront his guilt and accept their deaths.

Now, however, he was here. The Academy of Beaufort. A reserved school for the supernatural, now opening its doors for humans—to which Enzo didn't care much for. Instead, he was more concerned with their safety. This was his first time attending Beaufort, let alone being near it, and yet his instincts still told him that some of the students at Beaufort would be unwelcoming and, potentially, hostile. After all, some of these human newcomers are going to be bunking with vampires, werewolves, and witches. Trouble is practically brewing at the rim.

All of these thoughts circulated around Enzo's mind as he got himself ready for tonight's ball. As much as he didn't want to go, he found it to be impolite and disrespectful to Beaufort's tradition of having a ball every school year. Besides, Enzo went to—his sister's—prom, how much different could it be than that? And it's not like they went together; Enzo just spectated his sister and her date, since he wanted to make sure there was no funny business—an overly-protective brother he is.

Enzo stood in front of a standing mirror, fitted in his blue tux, eyeing himself from top to bottom. He wanted to make an impression tonight if he was going to really follow through with attending the masquerade. His mask, a ceremonial mask that represented a wolf and has also been in his family's possession for decades, hung from the hook on the wall of his side of the room. Speaking of which, Enzo still hadn't met his roommate yet. Maybe he'll meet them at the ball?

For the next five minutes, Enzo continued to look himself over, until he plucked his mask from it's dangling position and strapped it on. He certainly looked a little goofy, but the mask had value. The sort of value that dates back to his lineage, and that's something Enzo held dearly. After looking himself over a dozen more times, Enzo decided to make his way to the ball room. Along the way he gazed at the scenery and architecture of the school, which sort of intrigued him. The ball room's exterior glistened with beauty, but Enzo wasn't completely in awe. Instead, he felt a tad bored. Something told him that those feelings would soon go away though. After all, this is a school for the supernatural.[/div][/div][/div]
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[Jennete]

Winter
"Dancing with your feet is one thing, Dancing with the heart is another."​

location: Ball room

mood: Relieved, Confused

with: Nova, and Enzo

tags: snakeg0dd

outfit:White cinderella ball gown

Her dark brown eyes caught that of a fascinating wolf mask on the face of a very tall individual. Was it the boy from before? Maybe this was her chance to apologize...

She stood, swallowing as she took a step forward. Everything around her froze as she thought her gaze caught… someone moving through the crowd. “M..mother?” She whispered, following the image behind a corner in the grand hall. Her mother stood there shimmering in a purple gown. “Mother…”

“I don’t have much time Winter. I only wanted to see you in your dress… but I’ve never projected this far.” Oh right.. Her mother was a pureblood vampire. They could have abilities, her mothers being astral projection. “Winter, you look beautiful. Some of these girls… they have such better style than you I was worried you wouldn’t compare but darling… you are gorgeous.”

Winter smiled, stepping forward to hug her mother, but her arms went through the smoky figure. “Mother… I miss you. I… I nearly attacked someone… I am out of control.” Nova frowned, her beautiful dark skin marred with not a single wrinkle.

“Oh Winter… I believe you will find the answers you are looking for here. But remember to trust no one. Only I love you. These humans… they will tempt you to evil. Walking around with your sustenance in their veins only to condemn you when you become thirsty from THEIR teasing. The wolves will tempt you to violence. It is what the brutes do… And the other Vampires… they will never truly accept a bitten vampire. They will tempt you to pride.” Nova blinked, her form vanishing slowly. “I love you Winter. Forever and Always.”

“Forever and Always Mother.” Winter replied softly, blinking hard. Was this true? Or was this just more of her mother's scared and crazy rambling? Winter gathered her emotions together, stepping out into the ball, dancers everywhere. Students gracefully waltzed and stood around small talking. How lovely…

Winter’s eyes again caught the silver wolf mask. She needed to apologize… she would start avoiding everyone… after… She picked up her dress, quickly stepping through the protests of the other students. Going up to the man, she tapped him on the shoulder. “Salutations, It’s me from before. The unfortunate girl with the unfortunate fear of loud audible vibrations?”

When he turned, Winter’s smile faltered. “Oh..oh are… did we talk earlier? I can’t… you look different… Can I take off the mask?”

She reached up for his mask, not thinking of her actions at the moment.

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[nymphadora.]

❝ FLEUR CARON. ❞

Fleur had wondered if she went too far.

After she went to wash off the spilt water and chocolate stains off of her, she heard the door open and close, and her roommate was suddenly gone. Fleur knew the male ego was fragile, more fragile than the expensive crystal her mother owned, but a pang of guilt stung at her heart as she spent the rest of her afternoon unpacking the rest of her belongings and finally crashed against her pillow, falling into a deep sleep.

Fleur didn't wake up until the later that morning, the tiredness of playing with spirits left her as soon as her head moved up from her pillow and noticed the pack of empty beer bottles sitting at the edge of her roommate's bed. "Right," Fleur muttered to herself, slowly hopping out of bed as she threw on a pair of leggings and an oversized jumper, "I need some air."

The female hid in the library, tucked away in a small of the library that had been abandoned and ignored. With a book in hand, Fleur curled up on an old chair, left behind with tired lines on it's fabric, and began to read. Just like the rest of her family, she found comfort in numbers. Not specifically the ones with dollar signs, but Fleur always had the habit of curling away and reading a spell book or a simple medicine book. It reminded the witch about the times she would cook with her mother, or help her father mix up herbal medicines whenever Fleur's brother got sick from casting a complex spell. The witch was startled back to reality when she heard her phone buzzing to life.

Shit, it's mom.

Fleur picked up her phone and rushed back to her dorm, clicking the accept button as she slipped past her dorm door and allowed a polite smile form on her lips. "Mom! I uh- didn't expect you to call so soon." She spoke with a wavering kind tone. With her one hand occupied with her phone, Fleur swished her hand and brought her tiny box full of makeup in front of the mirror, sitting down in the front of the mirror and began to work on her face.

"I wanted to see my little princesse chérie all glammed before the big ball, is that so bad?" Her mother pouted as a laugh escaped the older woman's lips, recieving only an awkward chuckle from her daughter. It had been months since the two last spoke, and while Fleur's mother chose to ignore all the hateful things she had said about Fleur's father, pretending like nothing ever happened, it was harder for the young witch to easily move on. "Did you get the dress I sent to you? I got it custom made, think of it as an early Christmas present."

"I thought Dad was going to buy it this year?"

"We thought it was a better idea that I bought it this year, since I have the best taste in the family." Fleur quietly disagreed but she accepted the gift nonetheless, she wasn't in the mood to argue with her mother. "Thanks mom," She half-smiled, finishing up tying her long hair half-up.

Fleur quickly finished her makeup, placing pearls around her eyes as her mask-- the alternative due to Fleur hating wearing masks-- and her look was complete with a dark lipstick and mascara. The witch stood up and changed from her leggings to her dress, taking a moment to admire the work that went into it. It was tragic that her mother had to play the money game in order to win Fleur's affection, maybe if the woman took a moment to care about her then it wouldn't be so hard. With her make-up finished, her focus was taken away as she heard her roommate wander in with a bitter face. Fleur narrowed her eyebrows and decided it was best to end the call with her mother, she didn't want to hear the woman's endless questions about her roommate.

"Look, mom, I gotta go get ready, I'll see you in a bit. I love you, say hi to Caleb!" She grinned with a rushed voice before shutting her phone off. A sigh escaped her lips as a wave of relief crashed over her. Fleur quickly finished her mask's makeup, placing pearls around her dark eyes as her mask-- the alternative due to Fleur hating wearing masks-- and her look was complete with a dark lipstick and mascara. The witch dusted off her hands and faced her roommate, asking in a deep voice who the lucky guy was.

Fleur chuckled at his question, sitting down on her bed to slip a pair of simple white heels onto her tiny feet. "What guy?" She asked back with a soft giggle, picking out a pair of earrings as she spoke. Fleur paused for a beat as she noticed her roommate hiding on his side of the room, with no suit to be seen anywhere. Her dark eyes furrowed together as she inched closer, "Where's your suit? You are going, right?" She asked with the tiniest unintentional scoff followed by her words. She still didn't know his name, but there was a part of Fleur that wanted him to come along. It was better to have someone with her, also suffering in silence, while Kamaria was having fun with her fiancee.

tags madame moiselle . • where dorm room. • outfit q + t.​

 

[Doughnut]

Location: In front of his and Amariana’s dorm rooms.
Interactions: N/A
Mentioned: sprouhtt Jennete
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Yesterday was quite… different from what he had gone through the previous years. The input of humans into the system wasn’t probably the best idea. Especially putting them together with people like himself. Some of them couldn’t control themselves when it came to blood which was troublesome. Proof A was his roommate going nuts because of the mere sight of it. It wasn’t even a lot which made him sigh when thinking back about it. Because he didn’t realize what was happening on time, one of those teachers had to meddle in and pull Winter away from the human who was probably in shock by all of this. It wasn’t an every day thing that the girl would get attacked by a vampire. At least, that was what he thought since he didn’t know her to begin with. He didn’t even bother going back to his room as he didn’t feel sleepy at all. It was rare for him to actually feel tired in general. Was it because of his age? Or was it just because he didn’t feel the need to sleep? Either way, he was already dead so he didn’t see the point in it.

His cell phone went off as he was making his way to his dorm room. The letters that spelled out his father’s name appeared on the screen, which made him grumble under his breath as this was the last person he felt like dealing with at this time of the day. Zachary Knight. Accept call. Hesitatingly picking up the phone, knowing that if he didn’t do it, hell would break loose once he had to go back home. ”Is there anything I can help you with?” “Someone like you helping me? Don’t let me laugh. I’m just calling because I had to from your mother.” “The usual then.” “You could say that. So when are you going to quit that idiotic school and actually do something with your life? You’re already 815 years old and you’re still the useless brat from a century ago.” “Useless? I wouldn’t say that since I saved your old ass from those werewolves last summer?” “Watch your mouth ! I didn’t need help from someone like you! If only your mother gave birth to someone with more class, I wouldn’t be in this much trouble !” “What?! If you hate me that much then just pretend as if I don’t exist like you always do!” Nathaniel growled back into the cell phone, his loud voice echoing throughout the corridor clearly. Not even bothering to hang up the phone in a normal way but smashing it into pieces against the ground. The pieces scattering around, leaving Nathaniel nearly empty handed, fangs had started to appear due to his anger.

The expression he had on weirdly fitted his outfit which was pitch black decorated with silver lining. A chain hanging on his belt. His mask was being clenched in one of his hands as he tried to calm down from the phone call with his father. Honestly, sometimes the man could crawl under his skin to the point of him actually wanting to rip the other open without even sparing a second thought about it. Being glad that he wasn’t at home right now or security would have needed to jump between them again. It happened a numeral of times already throughout the last years. It only started to get better when Nathaniel was out of there.

 

[nymphadora.]

❝ CASPER FORD. ❞

Casper shrugged at Elora's retort, unsurprised by her answer.

Worth a shot. He thought quietly to himself, muttering a quiet "alright" under his breath as he stood up. Lines formed on the side of his tiny smile as Elora fussed over his noose like tie, asking if why he never learned. The last time someone tried to teach him how to tie his tie, Casper stood up and left, he wasn't in the mood to hear about his teacher's unusually large collection of ties and be criticised for not knowing. His father did try to teach his son once, just before the funeral service, but Casper was eerily quiet and his dad didn't want to waste their time on a silly piece of fabric.

"Never cared, I guess." He mused back, his voice was kinder, more gentle around Elora. Mainly because Casper was very afraid of her shattering at any moment. Just with the one day of knowing her, Casper was aware that Elora could take care of herself, but he was terrified of breaking her still; Elora was one of the few people he didn't mind. The male looked down at his neat tie, stealing a glance of Elora beaming with pride, he couldn't hide the grin that was trying to break through and shoved his hands into his pockets awkwardly. "Thanks." He smiled back at her.

Casper nodded as Elora raced off into the wardrobe with speed. He quietly chuckled to himself as he leaned his lanky body against the frame of his bed, unsure where to look while Elora was getting ready. As he studied the ground, noticing the lines in the old wood, Casper heard Elora's voice call out him.

"You ready?"

The male flickered his gaze away from the wood and focused his attention on Elora, drinking up his roommate's beauty as she stood in front of the wardrobe. Her dress looked like a waterfall made of gold, with her arms covered in butterflies. Casper couldn't help himself but stare, his eyes wide with awe at the dress and Elora, it took him a moment to realise he hadn't said anything. "Yeah, let's go." He smiled towards Elora and rushed over to open the door for her.

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"clever as the devil and twice as pretty."​

location: fleur's dorm
mood: intrigued, sheepish
with: fleur emanuelle caron
tags: nymphadora.



The previous cold feelings of distaste vanished as Judah caught Fleur's gentle, tinkling giggle, soft as silk, that had followed her innocent answer. He then shrugged, keeping up the indifferent act, opening his mouth to answer. He stopped, realized she had paused, as if she noticed something was off. He glanced at her as he heard her come closer, her lovely expression creased in concern, asking about his nonexistent suit as well as about his attendance to the ball. He picked up the slightest hint of...what was that? Disappointment? - in her tone, as if someplace, somewhere, certain hopes of hers had been dashed.

Judah glanced at her for a moment, questions on what he had or had not detected and what they meant swirling in his mind. Was she hoping that he'd accompany her to the dance? It struck Judah as incredibly strange; it never occurred to Judah that he would legitimately take her out - he assumed that he would just be trailing along discreetly behind her and her lucky guy, doing his job. Considering that this beauty was close with one of the most popular elite in the Academy, he wouldn't be surprised if she had guys lining blocks around just to have a chance to dance with her at the ball, let alone be her date...

Realizing the previous moment was beginning to become moments, Judah shook his head slightly, turning himself away from her, trying to seem busy with his gym bag. "No," he answered firmly at first. "I mean - yes, but..." Judah sighed, turning to her. "I usually don't bother to come to those things," he answered simply, his gaze landing on the empty liquor bottles strewn across the floor nearby. "And it looks like I've been avoiding those events for so long that they didn't bother with the suit this year."

He shrugged, acting as if it didn't bother him in the slightest. "It's alright. I'll just...you know, find my own fun."



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[nymphadora.]

❝ FLEUR CARON. ❞

Fleur gently rested her body against the wall closest to her, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she watched her roommate fidget, playing with his gym bag with his back turned against her yet again. The female bit the inside of her cheek, her mind racing with a million thoughts as she realised; he has no suit. Her eyes danced up and down, taking in her roommate's body language as he muttered something about making his own fun. From what Fleur could tell, just by looking at the side of his bed, it would have something to do with beer and staying in, and Fleur wasn't ever in the mood to have her room smelling like cheap alcohol. The female straightened her posture and moved around her roommate's large body, sitting down next to his gym bag and tried to lock her focus on him.

"It's definitely not "alright"" Fleur words became deep like his as she placed air quotes around the last of her sentence. Her fingers drummed against the surface as she chewed her lower lip, a frequent habit whenever the witch was thinking. Swiftly, Fleur rushed over to her bedside table and grabbed her father's grimoire from the drawer, her fingers flicking to a page written messy French. A grin formed on her painted lips as Fleur looked up to the male with a glint in her eye. "Right, stand in the middle of the room and don't move." She ordered, keeping her grimoire floating in the air as she scourged through their dorm room. Fleur's eyes landed on the booze laying on the floor, a sigh escaping her lips as she plucked a half-full beer bottle and smelled it, her nose shrinking at the smell before continuing with the plan. "It'll have to do."

Fleur never stopped moving as she moved towards her roommate, pouring the beer onto the floor around the male in a wonky circle, the smell stinging her nose as she finished pouring the bottle's contents and placing it somewhere safe. Fleur didn't waste a moment as she pulled out a packet of cigarettes, the packaging plain black with an intricate symbol decorating the front. The female's hand hovered for a moment before plucking out a raven black roll from the packet, shoving the packet away as she tried to find a lighter. "Shit," She whispered, "have you got a light?" Fleur asked. Once he replied, Fleur grabbed his lighter and lit the end of the strange cigarette while it was in her lip.

"Alright, you have to stay still, I don't usually use alcohol, but it's all we have." She explained, giving him an affirming nod. Fleur paused for a moment as she dragged the book through the air, keeping it close as she stood near the circle. The witch took a long drag from the cigarette and blew a long line of smoke towards the circle, small, dark purple flames lit up -- no higher than the male's ankles -- as they danced to life. Her chocolate eyes were replaced by a pure black shade. The room's lights flickered as unintelligible words flew out of the witch's mouth like a second tongue. With another drag, another thick cloud of smoke flew down to the floor and began to slowly swirl around the male's legs. The cloud began to engulf him, reaching past his legs and up to his waist. Fleur kept her words sharp and distinct, her French accent heavily present in her words as she spoke.

Soon, the clothes the male once wore was replaced with a finely tailored suit with his sharp face decorated with a mask. Fleur took a deep breath and allowed the smoke to leave her roommate's body, swirling up into a dark line and entering Fleur's mouth once more. The dark flames disappeared, and her eyes returned once more to their chocolate brown color. Her grimoire dropped from the air as Fleur stumbled back a step, coughing the last of the smoke that entered her body from earlier. Once she regained her regular breathing, Fleur grinned at her roommate. "You look good." She complimented with a flashy grin.

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"she had the kind of magic that even the stars envied."​

location: fleur's dorm
mood: blown the fuck away???
with: fleur emanuelle caron
tags: nymphadora.



Judah paused in his awkward shuffling with his gym bag, sensing Fleur circling around his hulking form to sit next to his bag. It took him a few hesitant moments to lock gazes with her, watching and hearing as she defied his earlier answer, her accent and gestures only emphasizing it. She proceeded to drum her fingers on the surface of the bag, her expression becoming pensive, chewing her lip thoughtfully. Judah looked at her cautiously, wondering what on earth the witch could have in mind. There was no time to drive to a nearby clothing store to get a new suit outside of the Academy, and even if they did, it was almost certain that most of them would've closed at this hour. What else could there be?

Judah blinked and backed up a bit in surprise, his eyebrow creasing in increasing concern as Fleur suddenly stood up and rushed over to her night table, grabbing what seemed like a lengthy, ancient-looking book of sorts and proceeded to flick through the worn pages. He caught the mischievous glint in her coffee-brown eyes, leading him to hesitate when she ordered him to the middle of the room. He stood indecisively for a few more moments, trying to see what exactly she had in store with all of this, but to no avail; in mere seconds, he found himself planted in the middle of the room, watching Fleur with wolfish wary as she foraged her way through the dorm. Judah glanced away in a moment of self-conscious embarrassment as she proceeded to pick up one of the few liquor bottles that wasn't empty and sniffed it, obviously repulsed. However it seemed that there was no other option, so she went with it, whatever it was.

Judah watched in complete confusion mixed in with fascination as Fleur continued in her secret plan. She poured the alcohol in a wavering circle around him, plucked out a cigarette pack and took out a strange-looking joint. By the sound of her muttering curse, it seemed she was missing the last ingredient to this mystical, mad process: a lighter. Judah reached into his pocket and found his rather expensive-looking lighter, one his older half brother had given for Judah on his 16th birthday, just before he departed for the Academy. It was a nice enough gesture, but it couldn't have painted anymore clearly the level of dys-functionality his family was on; it started out as a blessing, a birthday gift, but ended as a curse, a helpless addiction that Judah could not shake off.

Either way, Judah didn't have much of a problem giving it away for whatever this was, though he couldn't help but give her a curious glance as he watched her light it, the questions ringing through his mind. His confusion stirred even more at her instructions to stay still, as did his wolfish caution, hackles raised. Judah watched as she took a long, good, drag of the cigarette, before expelling it towards him and his little circle of liquor. Judah took a deep, sharp breath in in shock and let it out shakily as purple-colored flames burst out of thin air, climbing to reach no more than his ankles. Judah shot an alarmed glance back at Fleur, only to see her gaze back with eyes as black as ink, her normal chocolate brown nonexistent. Judah's eyes roamed the ceiling as the lights began to flicker on and off, his ears catching the gibberish that came out of Fleur's mouth.

It was at this point where Judah was tempted to jump the hell out of the flaming circle, no matter the consequences. Yet before he could, another billow of smoke hung around the floor and began to revolve around his legs like cloudy vines. Judah felt fear hammer into his heart, his mind racing with thoughts on what this could possibly mean. His last glimpse was of Fleur, chanting in that unintelligble nonsense, French accent heavy and words sharp, her eyes as dark night, her book levitating beside her. Judah closed his eyes, holding his breath and grimacing as the cloud proceeded to engulf him.

Moments passed. Judah stood as still as a statue, his heart racing faster than the speed of light, eyes still closed and breath still being held. Judah let one eye open and glanced to the ground, watching in fascination as the smoke was being sucked away from his person, returning back to it's source: Fleur.

Her eyes returned to their cocoa-colored state and the book dropped to the floor. Fleur stumbled a little, coughing from the smoke she had inhaled, trying to regain her regular breath. Judah blinked in confusion as she looked back at him and told him he looked 'good', a self-satisfied, coy grin graced her lips as she eyed him.

Judah looked down once more, realizing at first that for some reason, dress shoes had suddenly replaced his gym ones. He lifted his arms and realized he was wearing a greyish beige dress coat and pants, blanketed in strange, but beautiful black designs, accompanied by a more propped up, wavy hairdo. He paused a moment, touching his face gingerly, realizing that there was also a mask. He took it off and gazed at it, feeling it's craftsmanship, it's eye-catching detail, and what was once fear and confusion was now wonder and awe as he gazed at himself and his new look.

It hit him that what he had just experienced was a hint of true witchcraft, the kind of magic he could never dream of experiencing back in Detroit. In fact, he could safely say that this was his first time every truly experiencing anything witch - and it was nothing like he's ever felt before. He glanced back at Fleur, seeing once again her grin.
"I feel like Cinderella," he answered her, chuckling almost in disbelief. "Jesus...that was...fucking amazing."

Judah took a few more moments to gaze at his new self, until it hit him again that this meant he could go to the ball. He couldn't help but feel a rush of uncharacteristic eagerness. He glanced back at Fleur, his expression untroubled, a jovial, grin on his face. "And like Cinderella, I guess I'm going to the ball."

He walked over to the door and opened it, slipping his mask back on. He glanced at Fleur, a coy, nonchalant smile hinting at the corners of his mouth. "Of course, Cinderella can't go without a date, can she?"



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Jennifer sat on the bed and stared at the dress hanging from the wardrobe door, while holding her phone against her ear. After some beeps, Luna answered.
- Hey, Jen! Did you see your dress yet? Her voice was very excited, but Jen could tell that she clearly was holding back in case the younger vampire wasn't impressed.
- Yes, I saw it. Its beautiful! But I have a question, though. How did you afford it? Jen muttered. Her gaze was still very firmly on the dress, as if it would suddenly jump down and run off.
- Oh, the academy helped me out with the expenses. I would've told you but I wanted to surprise you. Are you sure you like it? Luna's excitement seemed to have gone down, and was now replaced with nervousness.
- Luna, I love it! Thank you! Jen squeeled in excitement as she jumped off the bed, quieting herself as she could imagine Luna pulling the phone off her ear.
- Im so happy! Now, go get ready, and enjoy yourself! Let's call later, okay? Luna laughed gently after some silence, apparently she had deemed it safe to put the phone back to her ear.
- Okay, thanks again, really, I mean it! Jen closed the call, and threw her phone to the bed as she walked to the bathroom.

Makeup and hair would be the hardest part for her, and thus she wanted to start from there. Although Jen liked makeup, she still rarely wore much and especially ball-type makeup was something she had never tried out.

She pulled her makeup bag from a drawer, along with a palette that didn't fit in the bag and a separate bag for her brushes and sponges. Jen started to apply her makeup, and eventually she got to her eyes. Her dress was blue, but she wasn't sure if it would be too blue if she had also blue eyeshadow. So, she opted for a dark smoky-eye, after all, it was a masquerade ball and she wanted to be a little bit mysterious.

She looked at herself in the mirror after her makeup was done, feeling a little shocked at how different she looked. The cat-eye made her look more mature, in contrast to her day-to-day, more natural look. She finished her makeup with dabbing some rosy lipstick on her lips to give them a hint of color.

Her hair was short, so the options were limited. Jen ended up curling her hair, giving herself a braid and securing her hair up with some bobby-pins. It was slightly messy, but then again, she wasn't exactly very good with hair. At any rate, this would have to do.

After she was done cleaning up after herself in the bathroom, she walked out to the room to grab her dress. It had seemed much more complicated, but it didnt take long for Jen to slither into the dress - closing it was a whole another matter as the zipper was located on the back. It took a good five to ten minutes as she struggled with it, but eventually she got it, letting out a little "woo" as a sign of victory.

Now that the dress was securely on her, and she made sure it didnt slide anywhere, everything was ready. Well, almost. Shoes and mask were missing, but both were located nearby where the dress was, both neatly packed. First Jen slid her feet into the black shoes, and walked to the mirror, where she secured her mask in place. Taking a moment to look at herself, the vampire girl smiled a little - she felt like some kind of royalty.

Jennifer stepped out of the room, looking around herself before heading towards the ballroom. As she got outside of the grand hall, her attention went to a girl with a white gown standing next to a male with a silver, wolf-like, mask. They seemed to be in the middle of something, and Jen didn't feel like interrupting them - especially since the girl was reaching for the boys mask. Instead, she ventured into the grand hall.

The decorations were beautiful, and Jen never ceased to be amazed by how luxurious everything looked - sure, it was not her first time attending, but everytime she did, it still left an impression. The band had started to play a calm melody, as more and more people slowly arrived to the room. Jen stepped to the first step of the stairs, and grabbed a light hold of the railing as she looked around - this was going to be great.
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Lilian (Lily) Stewart

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Interacting W/:|Location: on her way to the ballroom|Tags: Jinx of Chaos | ballroom outfit & mask!

SHIT.
Fuck.
Fucking shit.
The ball.
Lily dived headfirst, backwards, off the branch of the oak she sat in. Flying as a harmless little blackbird, she shot back to her room. The dorm corridor's window was left agar, easy for a small bird to slide through. She was her handsome-human-self before she even hit the floor. A couple of people gave a sideways glance as a girl (who came from nowhere...) barrelled into her room.
Her dress. Where the HELL WAS HER DRESS?
Oh, there, right...
Her stunning ballroom get-up hung neatly on her bed frame, a little note was attached to the hanger with blue ribbon.

Here, don't forget it again. Jay x
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Oops, she'd left it at the fitters... Oh well! A small silvery shoe box lay neatly underneath the dress, and on top of that was her mask and accessories. She would look incredible for once. Her silvery grey outfit (along with any added extras) was heavily inspired by the most awesome Greek Goddess - Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, the Moon and wild animals.
Right.
Time to do this. Oh godddd....
It took almost 45 minutes to get that dress on (mostly out of fear of tearing it or something). She had three hours left. OK. Ok. AHH
Hair. Hair next. OK, 67 minutes later...done. Two hours left pretty much.
Makeup. 40 minutes. Practice pays off!
Less than an hour. Accessories, right.
"Medusa, come on, you know you've got to come. On my neck, now." The stubborn adder hissed reluctantly but eventually curled around Lily's neck and set herself in place as a necklace. "Good girl." Crap. That took quarter of an hour.
Half an hour left.
Quick check that she had everything (and everyone), Flame shut away in his crate, asleep, and now for the mask. Where's the mask? NOOOO not now nonononononononononoooo.
Oh, under the bed. K. Right.
And breeeaatthhheee.
One last look in the mirror, and...she couldn't look. "Med, how do I look?" The silver around her neck vibrated, Medusa was proud of how her pal had turned out. Lily braved a peak. And wow. Ok, she actually looked good. Wow, she actually...wow. Shame she had no date to show off to, or really any friends yet...well hey, that's what she was going to the ball for - some company, maybe some drama, or even some company (even if just for the night ).
Either way, she looked stunning. She was happy. "OK, Medusa, let's go!"

Spoiler: So THIS is what it's like to feel like a Greek Goddess. (Outift)

Before you ask, yes, when she shifts EVERYTHING changes, including from animals to humanoid form.
Deciding the quickest and most hidden way to the ball was by flight, a tiny sparrow zipped past the ankles of all the ballroom bound beasties in her path. Flying was a lot of effort in a ball gown (that DOESN'T show up on the bird), and she suddenly realised where the hell would she change back? Ugh. She still didn't trust others enough to reveal herself yet.
Anyway, a quick trip outside, back in normal form, quick dash inside, mask on, stare at the doors to the ballroom. Wait, no go in. But she couldn't. Nerves krept into her stomach, but adrenaline too. Breath in. Breath out. Ok.
She stepped in.
Wow! The decorations were insane! Everything sparkled with candle light and chandelier reflections. People everywhere looked mysterious and enchanting, beautiful and...some not so. But pretty much everyone had one thing in common - they all looked 1000 times more fancy than she did...proper huge dresses with detailed and feathered masks. Some even had bloody outfits that looked like they should be at a royal wedding.
Completely taken by the decor, and losing all joy in her body, she didn't see where she was going and...
*thwack*.
"Ah!" Lily fell, knocking the person she fell into over too. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! Umm, hi, I'm Lily," she said, jumping at the opportunity. The girl was in a blue ball gown with a pretty blue and black mask. Lily fumbled to readjust her own mask and held out a hand to help the other girl up. Lily could tell she was a vampire (she didn't particularly know how, she'd just always been able to tell these things).

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Fuck.
Fucking shit.
The ball.
Lily dived headfirst, backwards, off the branch of the oak she sat in. Flying as a harmless little blackbird, she shot back to her room. The dorm corridor's window was left agar, easy for a small bird to slide through. She was her handsome-human-self before she even hit the floor. A couple of people gave a sideways glance as a girl (who came from nowhere...) barrelled into her room.
Her dress. Where the HELL WAS HER DRESS?
Oh, there, right...
Her stunning ballroom get-up hung neatly on her bed frame, a little note was attached to the hanger with blue ribbon.

Here, don't forget it again. Jay x

Oops, she'd left it at the fitters... Oh well! A small silvery shoe box lay neatly underneath the dress, and on top of that was her mask and accessories. She would look incredible for once. Her silvery grey outfit (along with any added extras) was heavily inspired by the most awesome Greek Goddess - Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, the Moon and wild animals.
Right.
Time to do this. Oh godddd....
It took almost 45 minutes to get that dress on (mostly out of fear of tearing it or something). She had three hours left. OK. Ok. AHH
Hair. Hair next. OK, 67 minutes later...done. Two hours left pretty much.
Makeup. 40 minutes. Practice pays off!
Less than an hour. Accessories, right.
"Medusa, come on, you know you've got to come. On my neck, now." The stubborn adder hissed reluctantly but eventually curled around Lily's neck and set herself in place as a necklace. "Good girl." Crap. That took quarter of an hour.
Half an hour left.
Quick check that she had everything (and everyone), Flame shut away in his crate, asleep, and now for the mask. Where's the mask? NOOOO not now nonononononononononoooo.
Oh, under the bed. K. Right.
And breeeaatthhheee.
One last look in the mirror, and...she couldn't look. "Med, how do I look?" The silver around her neck vibrated, Medusa was proud of how her pal had turned out. Lily braved a peak. And wow. Ok, she actually looked good. Wow, she actually...wow. Shame she had no date to show off to, or really any friends yet...well hey, that's what she was going to the ball for - some company, maybe some drama, or even some company (even if just for the night ).
Either way, she looked stunning. She was happy. "OK, Medusa, let's go!"

Spoiler: So THIS is what it's like to feel like a Greek Goddess. (Outift)

Before you ask, yes, when she shifts EVERYTHING changes, including from animals to humanoid form.
Deciding the quickest and most hidden way to the ball was by flight, a tiny sparrow zipped past the ankles of all the ballroom bound beasties in her path. Flying was a lot of effort in a ball gown (that DOESN'T show up on the bird), and she suddenly realised where the hell would she change back? Ugh. She still didn't trust others enough to reveal herself yet.
Anyway, a quick trip outside, back in normal form, quick dash inside, mask on, stare at the doors to the ballroom. Wait, no go in. But she couldn't. Nerves krept into her stomach, but adrenaline too. Breath in. Breath out. Ok.
She stepped in.
Wow! WOW! The decorations were insane! Everything sparkled with candle light and chandelier reflections. People everywhere looked mysterious and enchanting, beautiful and...some not so. But pretty much everyone had one thing in common - they all looked 1000 times more fancy than she did...proper huge dresses with detailed and feathered masks. Some even had bloody outfits that looked like they should be at a royal wedding.
Completely taken by the decor, and losing all joy in her body, she didn't see where she was going and *thwack*. "Ah!" Lily fell, knocking the person she fell into over too. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! Umm, hi, I'm Lily," she said, jumping at the opportunity. The girl was in a blue ball gown with a pretty blue and black mask. Lily fumbled to readjust her own mask and held out a hand to help the other girl up. Lily could tell she was a vampire (she didn't particularly know how, she'd just always been able to tell these things).

 

[nymphadora.]

❝ FLEUR CARON. ❞

Fleur couldn't believe she accomplished the spell without burning anything, or anyone for matter. What was left of the circle and her roommate's gym clothes had disappeared with the rest of her magic. Her lungs felt heavy with smoke, but Fleur knew the feeling would leave sooner or later, a temporary side effect whenever she played with her cigarettes. The box was one of the many things Fleur received from her older brother, alongside other magical belongings which helped when it came to dealing with the type of magic the family practiced. The Carons weren't typical witches, but they were the type to deal with spirits, and everything related to death and energy. It was what made them such a powerful family in the first place, the fact that they could easily taint how a person experiences the afterlife. Fleur remembered the first year she arrived at the academy, hearing strange rumours about how Carons were descendants of demons, or that her mother had slept with the Devil himself once or twice; to the latter rumour, Fleur wouldn't be surprised if it was true.

The witch's smile was unremovable as she watched her room studied his new clothes in awe, muttering about how he felt like Cinderella. She radiated a proud smile as Fleur slowly arched her back and stood up straight to her full height, watching her roommate open the door for her. Fleur's finger touched the hem of his jacket, admiring her magic's work before leading the way into the hallway, "C'mon, Cindy, we're going to be late." She grinned.

Fleur couldn't help but feel giddy with excitement, like a little girl attending her first party, as she wandered down the hall next to her roommate, her dress trailing behind her as she walked. She could hear the sounds of chatter and the swelling sound of music as they moved close towards the grand staircase. Fleur took a moment and stood at the very edge of the staircase, taking in all the senses as she watched the sea of students and fabric swarm together. The whole crowd reminded her about the grand galas her mother used to take her-- usually against Fleur's will-- and zoo of butterflies that formed in the girl's stomach.

She took a deep breath and sighed, glancing towards her roommate with a smile before continuing down the staircase with her hand hovering over the rail. Everything seemed larger up close once Fleur found herself on the floor. The sea of masks flooded Fleur's vision as she struggled to find Kamaria in the crowd, different colors mixing together under the ballroom's lights. The witch decided it was best to find Kamaria later, knowing very well that she could handle herself. Fleur flickered her focus to the male, still slightly shocked at the fact his suit hadn't disappeared yet. "What would you like to do first?" She asked loudly over the music.

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Felix Simone

Mood: Kinda Miffed | Location: Outside Ballroom | With: N/A
Mentions: Vera, Elsie, Fleur | Tags: @Ungifted ;-; @NightPhoenix nymphadora. | Oufit: Felly​

Felix had spent the remainder of his first day back at Beaufort in complete and utter boredom. He supposed he could have entertained himself by spending time with Vera, as she had oh-so-casually suggested following his return from the wonderful land of rabbits. Instead of humoring her, however, he’d simply turned on his heel and left the room to find one of his acquaintances. As he’d told his mother, he needed to procure a little more protection for himself, seeing as his—ahem—hobbies tended to err on the side of frequency.

Most of this day had been spent sleeping. He’d forgotten how tempting it was, when he was home, to simply stay up all night and read. A good night’s sleep was a rare occurrence for him when school was not in session. Then again, he wasn’t known to sleep much during school either… but that was another matter entirely.

Perhaps he should’ve felt like a jerk for ignoring Vera like that. At the same time, though, her presence had felt suffocating. She was a lot like him, and remaining too close to her was like looking in a mirror. A very sexy mirror.

He hated staring at his own reflection.

…except right now, because DAYUM, he looked good. A part of him had wondered if he was going too far, wearing a tuxedo that was gray as opposed to the standard black. He found, however, that the gray accentuated his jet-black hair more, as did the touches of blue. It was amazing, really, how such a dull and dreary color could be brought to life on the right body and with the right primary color. Not that he knew anything about any of that. His mask was somewhat boring, but all that mattered was if the ladies could look him in the eyes. They were his most seductive feature.

Stretching his arms above his head, he let out a huge yawn. Man, he was tired. Maybe he wasn’t up for this ball thing tonight. Naturally, many a girl had asked many a time if he would be their date, but he preferred to keep his options open. Not to mention, if he tied himself down to one girl, he would be disappointing so many others.

Also, none of the askers were all that interesting.

Felix sat on the main staircase, staring lazily down at the entryway. Something about this day had really irked him, and he couldn’t put a finger on it. Maybe it was because his companion in flirting, Fleur Caron, had not paid him a visit yet. Then again, he’d heard some rumor about her roommate, so perhaps he held little appeal to her now. That was a shame. Her French accent had always been a source of entertainment for him.

With a sigh, Felix leaned his elbows back on the stair above him. From what he’d heard from his acquaintance, there had already been quite a few incidents that had occurred while he’d been reading and sleeping. How was it that he had missed all the fun? Honestly. This was annoying. Hopefully attending this ball would give him the chance to actually witness the interesting events.

Yawning again, Felix thought, Hm, maybe this year will be the year I actually attempt to change something. A pause. Then, Ha! Nah.

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[Jinx of Chaos]

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Before she even knew, Jen found herself on the floor. Just a moment ago she had been walking towards the table with all the food on it, but it seemed that fate decided otherwise as someone had bumped into her. A hand appeared in front of her in no time, and Jen's gaze followed the arm up to the persons face. Straight away, Jen could not tell what she was, but at this moment it didn't matter as much. Gently grabbing the girls hand, Jen helped herself up and smiled at the girl who now was apologizing to her, followed by an introduction.
- Oh, don't worry about it! She looked at the girl in front of her, and the first thing she noticed was her white dress and white mask - they both were stunning, or then she was stunning in them. Yeah, definitely the latter.
- Im Jennifer, but most people just call me Jen. She curtsied as a form of greeting.

Jen's gaze browsed through Lily's accessories and facial features which were visible - after all, she was wearing a mask. First thing that grabbed her attention was the girls quite full lips, that were complimented by a nude lipstick. After that, her brown eyes and - by the looks of it - quite simple makeup. Granted, it fit her outfit, because if she had very dramatic makeup, it would've caught the attention away from everything else. Jennifer's eyes then found the necklace shaped like a snake, and her mind was flooded by a vivid memory.

Luna walked into the kitchen in her nightrobe, pouring herself coffee that was already warm for her - Jen often woke up before Luna, and made her coffee. In front of the younger vampire was a laptop, with a video of snakes running. Once Luna sat in front of her, Jen paused the video and lifted her gaze up to the older vampire.
- Luna. She started carefully, not sure how the older one would react to what she was about to say, considering how the outlook on snakes was often more negative than positive.
- Yes? Luna lifted her eyebrow in a questioning manner - Jen's tone was clearly one which she used whenever asking something serious.
- I'd like to have a snake. I have done a lot of resear-..
- No. Luna interrupted the younger one with a stern tone, sipping her coffee.
- Please, hear me out! I did some research, and the snake I specifically would like is a cornsnake - they are small and quite beginner friendly. I would take all responsibility, keep it in my room and not take it out whenever you are around. Jen looked at Luna with a pleading expression - she really wanted a pet, actually she had wanted a pet for a long time but she couldn't find a pet suitable for her, and often she and Luna had different view on what "suitable" was.
- No, you are not getting a snake. Why can't you consider something more normal? Like a cat or a dog? Luna shook her head in a disapproving manner as she got up with her coffee cup, walking out, no doubt heading for her office.

Jennifer snapped out of it, as she suddenly remembered she had company. A little suppressed squeel escaped her.
- That necklace is gorgeous! She had a wide smile, her gaze going to Lily's eyes as she pointed at the snake necklace.

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[Moonstar]

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Lilian (Lily) Stewart

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Interacting W/: Jen|Location: ballroom|Tags: Jinx of Chaos | ballroom outfit & mask!

Lily smiled, her eyes crinkling as her lips curved. She liked it more than she'd admit when people noticed anything about her, but she knew for a fact Medusa LOVED it when people complimented her.
"Well, thank you very much, Jen," she said with a little chuckle.
Now she had time to properly take in the vampire stood in front of her, she realised how oddly warm and almost comforting her deep brown eyes were. Jen's hair was in a similar style to her own, except slightly neater (not that Lily's looked bad, it was just the different styling), clearly shorter and died blonde-brunette (the darker colour looking more natural) ombre. Really pretty. The 'young' vampire had a cheery and friendly demeanour, which relaxed Lily a little-she often became too shy around new people unless they were outwardly welcoming, like Jen, and that made it difficult for her to meet people. Realising her mask was still crooked, she straightened it again.
"She does something really cool, d'you wanna see?"
It wasn't a secret that Medusa was what she was, people just didn't know because she was always in necklace/bracelet/armlet form. Plus, the viper LOVED showing off.

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Lily smiled, her eyes crinkling as her lips curved. She liked it more than she'd admit when people noticed anything about her, but she knew for a fact Medusa LOVED it when people complimented her.
"Well, thank you very much, Jen."
Now she had time to properly take in the vampire stood in front of her, she realised how oddly warm and almost comforting her deep brown eyes were. Jen's hair was in a similar style to her own, except slightly neater (not that Lily's looked bad, it was just the different styling), clearly shorter and died blonde-brunette (the darker colour looking more natural) ombre. Really pretty. The 'young' vampire had a cheery and friendly demeanour, which relaxed Lily a little-she often became too shy around new people unless they were outwardly welcoming, like Jen, and that made it difficult for her to meet people. Realising her mask was still crooked, she straightened it again. "She does something really cool, d'you wanna see?" It wasn't a secret that Medusa was what she was, people just didn't know because she was always in necklace/bracelet/armlet form. Plus, the viper LOVED showing off.

 

[sophie.]

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Elora Navarra
interacting with casper
going to the ball!
nymphadora.
outfit ~ elora
mask ~ aaaaaa
hair and makeup ~ navarra

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Elora managed to walk towards Casper without stepping on her dress. It was pretty long, and she normally had trouble with things she could trip on. The teenager was always the clumsy type. She picked up her mask on the way out, looking down at it in admiration. Her dad helped her pick it out before she left.

Elora didn’t say much as she walked down the hallways with Casper. She didn’t quite know if he was her date, either. When she started talking about it, he decided to tag along. It didn’t matter, because she definitely didn’t mind. One person as company was better than none! She took the lead as they approached a set of stairs, walking carefully down.

The ballroom was amazing.

Everything looked colorful. It was as if spring bloomed in the middle of a dance hall. It was warm and welcoming. The ballroom was solidly filled with students, though many were still trinkling in like herself.

She looked back at Casper, smiling.

“You did not tell me that it was this pretty!” Elora was amazed. After gawking at the scenery, she quickly put her mask on. After all, this was a masquerade. No one was supposed to know who she was!

"but for the time being, i'm being patient"​

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[madame moiselle]

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"the greatest risk any of us will take is to be seen as we are." - cinderella​

location: the ball
mood: grim, then blown the fuck away (again), later being an awkward boye
with: fleur emanuelle caron
tags: nymphadora.



Judah wouldn't be surprised if Fleur's dress, like his suit, was the work of pure magic; unable to help but eye her retreating figure as she accepted his invitation, admiring the absolutely breath-taking silver dress, adorned in golden designs star-studded jewels. The corners of his mouth lifted in a small grin of equal delight as he heard her play along, telling him to hurry or else they'd be late.

Judah followed close behind her down the magnificent halls of the Academy, the sounds of excited chatter, music and merriment bounced off the walls as they got closer. Judah felt a jolt of unfamiliar eagerness that matched the girlish excitement that rolled off of Fleur in waves. Though it was unexpected, it wasn't unwelcome; his heart swelled at the prospect of actually enjoying himself, mingling with other students, dancing the night away with Fleur in his arms, ending with them late at night, both drunk on champagne, passionately kissing in some obscure hallway...

Wait, what?

Judah nearly stopped in his tracks for a moment, surprised at himself. He shook his head slightly, disconcerted. No, no, that wasn't right; there was no way he had just imagined dancing with Fleur the whole night, much less making out with her. Judah clenched his jaw slightly, remembering all the things his uncle had told him earlier, leading him to forcibly repress whatever soapy, soft feelings that had had the audacity to surface. Sure, the fooling/flirting around they had in their dorm earlier had been fun, maybe even amazing, but it meant nothing. He was here for the money, and in this particular case, to accompany Fleur. Besides, he was sure that the moment they hit the ballroom floor, she would ditch him for someone else. No doubt about it.

Occupied with these troubling thoughts, Judah found himself nearly colliding himself with Fleur as she took a moment to admire the beauty and buzzing energy of the ball. He caught himself in time and looked up, his breath taken away at the magnificence of the sight before him. Students masked and dressed in their finest swarmed like an ants' nest, lovely tunes wafting in the air just as deliciously as the smells of mouthwatering foods and delicacies that were being served. The pinnacle of the whole sight was the grand, exquisite chandelier, twinkling in the golden light hanging right in the middle of the ball room .

The grandeur of the event dizzied Judah in a way that he wasn't used to; his senses ached as much as they admired the scene before them. He couldn't help but take a moment to adjust himself just as Fleur began to descend the grand staircase leading into the ballroom. Judah followed behind, making sure he concentrated on focusing on not tripping over his feet and not on his mounting vertigo. His condition didn't change much as the pair landed at the bottom, his senses struggling to habituate to the overload of data.

Judah nearly missed Fleur's question, but after hearing it, he wished he had missed it. He looked at her blankly for a moment, his brain scanning through all the possible options at what they could do. Should he offer he get them drinks, like all the guys did in those cheesy romantic films? Or endlessly snack on all the delicious treats without actually partaking in anything? Or just excuse himself and rush to the bathroom because if he was really being honest here, he didn't think he was actually ready for any of this?

"Dance," Judah blurted out curtly, mentally kicking himself the moment he said it. That was supposed to be the last thing on the list. The call with his uncle that afternoon as well as the erotic scene that had played in his mind minutes earlier returned from the shadows. Judah pushed it aside stubbornly; it was foolish of him to assume that that was the direction this would all take. Besides, he was technically her date. One dance couldn't hurt.

"I mean-" Judah, finding his voice. "I- would you.." Judah caught his breath, mentally kicking himself again for his sudden inability to speak coherently. He took a deep breath, and stepped back a bit, offering his hand to her in invitation. "Would you..like to dance?"



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[nymphadora.]

❝ CASPER FORD. ❞

To be truthfully honest, Casper was stunned by how gorgeous his roommate looked.

The gold of Elora's dress memorised the teen as he wandered close behind her, hands neatly shoved and shoulders comfortably slouched. He felt terribly plain in comparison to Elora, with his plain white shirt and black slacks that were too short for him if people looked close enough. It didn't help either that Casper didn't own any shoes that were fit for such a fancy occasion, it was either his scuffed converse or broken vans, which were nicely decorated in duct tape. Even his mask wasn't that expensive, a cheap plastic thing Casper bought late at night during his first day adventures while everyone was busy unpacking. But for a moment, Elora's excitement made Casper feel a lot better.

As the two cascade down the stairs together, Casper swiftly slipped his mask once and adjusted it into place. The whole place was overwhelming for the teen, not because he hated being in such loud places, but his enhanced senses could barely settle down. Everything sounded louder, smelt stronger and felt bigger. All he wanted to do in that moment was shrivel up and go back to his dorm, but then he remembered Elora. A day and a bit, and Casper was pretty much wrapped around her tiny finger.

Casper furrowed his eyebrows behind his mask as Elora exclaimed about how beautiful the ball room is. He couldn't deny how fancy it looked, but all Casper could mutter was "Was I s'ppose to?". His eyes stayed firmly focused on Elora, watching her slip her mask on over her defined face. Even with the blend of the students, the gold that draped from Elora made her stand out like some kind of royal fairy. "What did you wanna do first?" He asked over the music. Casper didn't really mind what they did, it wasn't his first time at one of the school's grand parties, he was more than happy to let Elora run free with whatever she wanted to do; Casper only prayed that they didn't have to dance.

tags sophie. . • where masquerade. • outfit c + f.​

 

[0k_mang0]

Location: Grand Hall Masquerade
Interacting with: no one, again (seriously, feel free to interact so I can stay active here)
OUTFIT & MASK

Dante Solomon​

Whoa.

Well, Dante managed to find the grand hall with no problem. While carefully flowing along in the traffic of students, slowly descending the staircase beside the railing, he looked around the room in child-like awe. The decorations looked magical, possibly literally, considering the school. Dante couldn't see where the shimmering confetti was snowing from, and he had to restrain himself from reaching out to get a sample of it. Kudos points to the party planner that designed the ambiance. He suddenly didn't feel too outlandish with his steampunk mask on, but he did feel slightly cheap in his attire; dressing up for a ball wasn't something he'd be regularly prepared for, and he started to debate if his black suede oxford shoes were the right choice or not for this setting.

The thought didn't last very long. No one gave him a second glance, which was fine by him. But still, maybe he should've brought Boo to accompany him; he wouldn't care if he'd be known as that one lonely guy who was desperate enough to bring his pet cat as a date. Although, considering how bizarre of a cat she was, Boo had probably escaped the dorm room by now, somehow, and might already be exploring and sneaking around in the grand hall, most likely to keep an eye on her charge. She would do that no matter how many times Dante protested.

He noticed some people were pairing up (or considering) to dance, so he wandered over to the table of food. He picked up a small plate and treated himself with a sandwich filled with cucumber and turkey slices. Then he... well, he just stood on the side and ate his food quietly, occasionally watching people passing by and observing the decorations some more.

Dante didn't consider himself as a wallflower. He wasn't particularly shy. But again, no one gave him a second glance as he stuck around in the sideline. He didn't want to be rude by walking up to a group of people and butting into their conversation just to feel included. It'd happened a few times when he was a kid; despite his good intentions, other kids would often subtly sneer at him for trying to include himself, and they would regard him as weird or something worse and try to ostracize him as punishment. Elementary school was a tough time for him.

After finishing his sandwich, Dante seated himself on one of the fancy chairs on the side of the room. For a few moments, he nervously twisted his father's silver class ring on his right middle finger, and then he took out his phone to reply a text to his aunt, telling her that he was having fun at the masquerade. But his aunt called him out on the partial lie:

Liar - if ur actually having fun, why tf r u doing texting me right now?! U punk

You got me, Dante replied, ending his message with the tongue-sticking-out emoticon, and let out a soft, dry chuckle under his breath. God, he really hoped the night would end soon so he could go back to bed.

 

[Jinx of Chaos]

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Interacting w/ Moonstar
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- She does something really cool, d'you wanna see? Lily asked, making the smile on Jen's face turn into a curious expression. By the looks of it, it was just a regular necklace, but perhaps it changed colors. She herself rarely wore necklaces or other jewellery, and now that she thought about it, Jen wasn't sure why.

A little smile rose on the girls lips as her thoughts and attention returned to Lily.
- Yes, I'd love to! Jen said with almost childlike excitement, accompanied with her nodding.

Jen got excited easily, and didn't need much to entertain her - she could spend a lot of time doing something as simple as knitting, horribly, but still knitting. And somehow, she had the tendency to entertain herself, although having company made everything better. And now, that she had met someone whose energy seemed to match hers very well, she was happy.

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[0k_mang0]

Dante SolomonLocation: Grand Hall, Masquerade
Interacting with: nymphadora. sophie. (well, his cat is)
OUTFIT & MASK

Of course his cat managed to mysteriously escape his dorm. She wasn't just going idle in that room like a lazy house cat! She was his Familiar, after all, whether he liked it or not.

Boo the black cat slinked down the grand staircase, smoothly weaving around people's feet. The two metal tags on her blue collar jingled as she moved - a yellow-brass circle tag with her name engraved on it; and a silver triskelion triple spiral pendant. Her piercing bright blue eyes scanned around the room, glancing indifferently at the many faces passing by, her pointy ears occasionally twitching. No one seemed to pay any mind to her presence, which made her job easier - these bipeds needed to mind their own business and enjoy the party.

The cat sauntered further in the hall before sitting next to a girl in a long, gentle ruffled pale-gold dress. Boo surveyed her vicinity before looking up at the girl. Then, she sniffed the hem of the dress - yep, this one was definitely human and nothing else. She observed the human's companion, a tall, scrawny teenaged boy wearing a simple black suit-and-tie and shoes that clearly didn't match with the rest of the attire; this one didn't smell like a human, but she didn't care.

Boo resumed sniffing around the hem of the girl's long dress and then around the werewolf boy's ankles, trying to find any scent that could help her find her half-witch charge. It was very faint - he might've had passed these bipeds some time ago when entering the grand hall. She looked up, her nose and ears twitching, and a few moments later, she found her charge located by the side of the room - Dante just returned to his chair from his second or third visit to the food table. This time he had a small bowl of six honey-flavored cream puffs.

Boo dashed away from her acquaintances, trotting straight through the dance floor without bumping into anyone along the way. Just as Dante was about to bite into his cream puff, he heard a jingle and saw a black cat with a white spot on its chest standing a couple of feet across from him.

Dante heavily sighed. "Seriously?"

"Hey, you should be glad that I'm here instead of scratching up your bedpost, you little jerk," his Familiar cat retorted as she walked up to him and sat next to his feet. Yep, she can talk. Boo had the voice of a young adult woman, a very cheeky one. "Although, I may have tested out one of the chairs before I got here."

"Oh, dear god," Dante muttered, eating one cream puff whole.

"Don't worry! It's still sittable. Just don't lean on the back too much."

 

[erzulie]

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mentions: Fleur nymphadora.
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Finally it was time for the masquerade to begin and Kamaria walked into the ballroom like the other students. The room was decorated beautiful just as it had been the day before. The vampiress took a moment to admire the decoration, she loved the sheer elegance and beauty the surrounded her. Kamaria looked around for Fleur, she could recognize the witch even with a mask on her face. When she saw no sign of her she signed and walked over to some of the chairs. As she looked around Kamaria could see others with their dates, laughing, dancing, and just having a wonderful time. She resisted the urge to frown and call her fiancé back. Instead with all the grace she could muster up Kamaria walked over to a chair and sat, she didn’t pay attention to whoever was beside her.

Kamaria could others staring at her, she was sure that they were wondering where was her date. Honestly she could already imagine the rumors that would come out of this. Kamaria was pulled from her thoughts by a flash of black. She looked to the side and down, seeing a gorgeous black cat with glowing emerald eyes. Kamaria felt her lips twitch a little. She was reminded of her dear Majesty back home. “What a lovely little thing you are. I’d like to pet you.” She said to the feline as she slowly reached a slender hand out. Kamaria didn’t seem to notice the male sitting beside her.
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Finally it was time for the masquerade to begin and Kamaria walked into the ballroom like the other students. The room was decorated beautiful just as it had been the day before. The vampiress took a moment to admire the decoration, she loved the sheer elegance and beauty the surrounded her. Kamaria looked around for Fleur, she could recognize the witch even with a mask on her face. When she saw no sign of her she signed and walked over to some of the chairs. As she looked around Kamaria could see others with their dates, laughing, dancing, and just having a wonderful time. She resisted the urge to frown and call her fiancé back. Instead with all the grace she could muster up Kamaria walked over to a chair and sat, she didn’t pay attention to whoever was beside her.

Kamaria could others staring at her, she was sure that they were wondering where was her date. Honestly she could already imagine the rumors that would come out of this. Kamaria was pulled from her thoughts by a flash of black. She looked to the side and down, seeing a gorgeous black cat with glowing emerald eyes. Kamaria felt her lips twitch a little. She was reminded of her dear Majesty back home. “What a lovely little thing you are. I’d like to pet you.” She said to the feline as she slowly reached a slender hand out. Kamaria didn’t seem to notice the male sitting beside her.

 

[0k_mang0]

Location: Grand Hall, Masquerade
Interacting with: erzulie
Mention: nymphadora. sophie.
OUTFIT & MASK

Dante (and Boo the cat)

Dante nearly jumped in his seat when he suddenly heard another voice next to him. Even though supernaturals had been public for many years now, he and Boo tried to avoid talking in public. Some people (mostly humans) didn't always react well with a talking cat; it would cause unwanted attention. Though Boo was rather reluctant with this rule, even she instinctively became silent. The cat looked up at Dante's seat neighbor, her bright eyes wide and innocent as if to say Nope, you definitely did NOT hear me, a simple domestic cat, talk like a person! No, ma'am!

But then the cat remembered that they were in a school full of supernatural beings, so there was no need for her and Dante to tense up.

Swaying her silky tail, Boo sauntered over to the girl's hand and happily, gently, headbutted her soft head against the palm. She let out a content meow. Wow, first she'd met a human and werewolf, and now a vampire, a fashionable one that gave her a compliment! This cat did enjoy having her ego boosted.

Dante wasn't entirely sure what to do. He just sat there, watching his Familiar cat allow a stranger to pet her. It didn't happen very often, probably because most people they'd met weren't so fond of cats, but he also didn't always understand how Boo decided whom to trust easily. Maybe she just wanted a really good back rub.

His seat neighbor didn't seem to notice him yet. Compared to him, she was dressed quite expensively, wearing a golden dress and a golden ornamental mask. Dante wondered if he should've worn a bit more color, not just black and very, very dark grey.

"Her name's Boo," Dante politely spoke up to his neighbor, subconsciously twisting his father's class ring again. He hoped he wasn't being rude. Boo side-eyed at the vampire as if to say It's true. That's my name, even though it wasn't my choice.