You Are Cordially Invited to the Yule Ball!

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The Yule Ball



How to play
① Tag in
② Go to RNG and roll 1-10. That's your scenario!
③ Tag around!
④ Have fun. :)

Cross-canon/canon/oc's are all welcome! Just note how your character has been invited to the ball or if they're a student! We welcome it all. ♥

Scenarios
① Ask Your Date to the Yule Ball - Invite that special someone or ask your best friend. There is nothing wrong with going as friends!
② Dress Shopping/Dress Robe Shopping - It's time to find that perfect outfit! Or have one mailed to you and ask someone to alter it for you if need be.
③ Getting Ready - It's time to get ready for the ball, do you feel that nervous flutter?
④ Picking Up Your Date - Go and pick up your date, the ball is about to start!
⑤ The First Dance - It's time for the first dance. Are you ready?
⑥ Refreshment Table - Let's hope someone no one spiked the punch! We're looking at you Marauders. We see that flask, Sirius...
⑦ The Courtyard - Need a break from dancing and people? We get that. Go into the courtyard and get a breath of fresh air. Just be sure no teacher catches you making out with your date.
⑧ Wardrobe Malfunction - The absolute worst timing, a wardrobe malfunction! What do you do?
⑨ Chaperone - Are you a chaperone for the evening? How'd you get stuck with that gig? Better make sure the Marauders aren't creating havoc or spiking the punch!
⑩ Free Choice - You know what, you do your thing!

Comments

[blackelms]

"More partial to whiskey," he says breezily, but there's a twinkle in his eye when she shoots him a look at that response. He waves a hand, indicating he's joking. "The children do like to pretend they're rebellious. Like old-timey smugglers, hiding hipflasks beneath their robes. I saw one get very creative earlier with a hollow walking cane."

The Grisha half-remind him of Durmstrang students he's met at academic symposiums. Stern and imposing, their demeanour as cold as the country around them. He'd expected more of the same from Starkov, but she's a little warmer tonight, and he almost jerks a little at the sound of his name.

Sometimes he wonders if letting his chums introduce him was a mistake. But nobody, absolutely nobody calls him Daniel anymore; the nickname had landed during his first year and then Darlington had stuck forever, apparently to the extent of now crossing national boundaries. Might as well run with it.

Drink trays occasionally float by, enchanted to fly on their own accord. He snags a flute of (non-alcoholic!) cider from one, takes a sip. "If you don't want to be run ragged chasing after underclassmen, I also advise not going into the gardens. Chasing handsy students out of the bushes is like herding cats."