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December 14th, Y109
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Snow flurries delicately from the evening sky and dusts the grounds with a fine powder, but none of it is cold to the touch—at least not uncomfortably so. The view is clear whether upon entrance from the Gatehouse or from the vantage of dormitory balconies: a large patch of the untamed woods near castle grounds has been cordoned off as a safe haven (within a safe haven) for the night.

The snow-touched evergreens are wreathed with fairy lights, and music alternating from classical strings to the bopping of a DJ. The largest tree of all marks the centerpiece of the venue. For those weary of dancing, walking, or even standing, plush lounge seats dot this area of tables adorned with what seems like every variety of roasts, vegan alternatives to roasts, pastries, and snacks. There's a stand that operates as a makeshift bar serving anything from lattes to butterbeer to firewhiskey, but any alcoholic drinks will, of course, require some form of ID. Gary the Gnome Bartender has his eye on any funny business.

Available activities in the general vicinity of the center includes a tent (larger on the inside) for blackjack (no hookers), poker, and other house games. A random pool table (that can turn into a foosball table if you figure how to flip it around) sits awkwardly on the side of it all. And also, of course, Dance Dance Revolution.

It's much quieter further along from the tree and deeper in the woods, but attendees are advised not to step beyond the final demarcation of the fairy lights. This way, groundskeepers won't have to spend their early morning fishing for lost and hungover souls in the enigmatic Schola wilderness, if you please.


tl;dr- this is a fun and chill event, and due to the number and nature of the people keeping an eye on things, any attempts at outlandishly blowing up the aforementioned fun and chill will be quietly shut down tyty. OTHERWISE, this thread has no posting order. One-off posts, one-liners, random spontaneous interactions, branching off into private interactions and/or private threads etc etc all welcome. also feel free to play fast and loose with the venue/attendees/entertainment within reason!!! <333

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Oz was excited. Or maybe he was nervous. Both had a tendency to make him feel vaguely nauseous, so he was going with excitement because it sounded more confident, and Merlin was probably nervous enough for them both.

His hand tightened around the other mage's as an afterthought, and Ozma offered him a broad grin as they approached the festivities. He didn't know what to expect, but he quietly hoped that there wasn't going to be a scene or something dramatic when they walked in. That, whether it was meant well or not... felt a bit too much.

"Apparently the bartender is very good at his job. It will probably take the students at least an hour to find a way around him." Oz chatted giddily, wasting no time in sweeping them right into the clearing. He spotted Wanda out of the corner of his eye and raised his brows at her with a very pointed look towards Merlin. Who he then turned back to, expression normal and cheery again. "Hopefully this goes better than festivities at Beacon. Bootleg liquor, plus weapons, plus teenagers always made for very chaotic school functions."


 
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He was nervous. Hopelessly nervous. His first appearance out and about at the school amongst students, amongst his students, his faculty. Merlin didn't know that he was ready for that yet, he didn't know that he was ready to take back the reigns, although he couldn't imagine how terribly Wanda must have wanted to give them up already. She hadn't asked for this, she'd just fallen into it because of promises and loyalty and he was thankful, he was so incredibly thankful. But all at once, it was just so much.

This was supposed to be fun, though, a way to ease himself back into life at Schola Praeditos. Merlin had been reluctant. He looked different from the way everybody remember. The facial hair was gone, he looked younger because of that alone, and looked less like the headmaster who knew what he was doing and a little bit more like a lost lamb. But, gods, if they thought he was bad now, they should have seen Emrys. Oz understood. Wanda understood in part, too, seeing as Emrys had slammed the door in her face, the poor thing.

Merlin was probably clinging to Ozpin's hand a little bit more tightly than he had intended as the other man swept him straight into the festivities, the warlock looking a little bit like a deer in headlights. "I don't, um-- Well, I don't recall any total disasters here in the past. Besides that dragon that destroyed half of the school ... and the ocean that swallowed the castle whole ... but certainly nothing caused by a rowdy group of extraordinarily gifted teenagers!"

He supposed there was a first time for everything.

"Oh, look, foosball!"
 

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Oz knew that Merlin was nervous, but he also knew that this was the best step forward. The alternative was hiding away in hopes of somehow magically feeling better, and that... well, that never happened, did it? Ozma knew that for a fact. So yes, maybe he was being a bit forceful about this, and he hadn't accepted any excuses, but it was fine. He had every intention of being behind Merlin every step of the way - even if it meant running the lion's share of the school until he was more equipped, emotionally and mentally, to fully take over.

For now, he squeezed his hand back with a broad smile. "What's... fool's ball?" Ozma tilted his head, perplexed. He assumed it was something from a world beyond his own. Or maybe they had something similar with a different name. "Do you want a drink?" He proposed. "Or would you like to play fool's ball? Or we can sit down... or there's music... or..." Oz shrugged. "We can do anything. And we can leave in an hour - I promise."


 

Carrie White

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It was Miss Cordelia who had first mentioned the winter formal, and at the time, Carrie had said nothing. She'd really had fun at the Halloween Bash with Scott, but a dance was a whole other level. After the prom, could she really put herself through that again? However, she was officially invited, even though she wasn't part of Schola, at Miss Cordelia's request.

She'd confided in Bo and then Scott, as they'd grown close in a short space of time, and she already felt like she could ask him things and get an honest opinion. Both had encouraged her to go, especially Bo, who knew her fears better than anyone. And...could she really turn down the invite? It was nice that she'd been thought of at all.

So, Carrie had awkwardly in a not so subtle way asked Scott if he would like to go, after checking with her mom, who thought after the fun she'd had at Halloween and seeing how great a guy he was, was a great idea. Bo was there when Scott came to pick her up; she was nervous - this was the most she'd dressed up since...well, that night. A part of her did enjoy it, since Mama had never let her wear anything that didn't meet her approval. Her dress she'd made herself, teaching herself appliquéing. She'd even pinned strands of hair back with little fake crystal slides, the rest of her hair slightly curled. Her make up was simple; mascara, blush, natural lipstick - but she'd also added a little sparkle with lip gloss.

The place itself was amazing; the woods not far from what Carrie assumed was Schola, a grand building. Lights were strung about the greenery and there was even snow; she thought it would be cold, but magic or something must've stopped that from happening. There was music and all sorts going on, including the smell of food. It was inviting, but also scary.

She found herself grasping Scott's hand, taking a deep breath. "Thanks for comin' with me," she looked at him earnestly.

@Scott McCall
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Waver Velvet

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Waver sneezes, covering his face with a hand as he did so. He'd never been an outdoors person. In recent years Gray and Reines both had to go on outdoor excursions. He didn't have the stamina for long walks in the woods and swore he had to be allergic to many things in nature (okay, he maybe was but some of it was just him being miserable having to be outdoors). He wouldn't dream of holding a social event outside in tents, but it wasn't like his opinion on that particular subject matter mattered.

He'd only been in the the school for hardly three months-- Troublesome situations or otherwise, he still hadn't really gotten himself a place in it. But teaching was something he enjoyed, no matter how much he tried to pretend he didn't. Doing anything else had seemed as troublesome as it was unlike him, but it was moments like this he wondered about his choices.

Dealing with students and parties weren't his thing. Dealing with them outside even less so, but he felt practically obligated to come even if he wasn't. Teachers to watch if things went awry, either via teenage antics or something worse were necessary... Even if all he did for the evening was stand to the site, smoking a cigar and keeping a diligent eye on the matters. It wasn't as if he'd made friends with the staff members properly--- So keeping an eye on things was the best and worst of this particular scenario.

 

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Scott had agonized over what he was going to wear to this winter formal dance, deciding against wearing a black suit because that felt a little too formal. Instead he managed to find something, and luckily too as the clock was ticking nearer. For this he wore a white jacket and pants, with a collared shirt underneath the jacket, and beneath that collared shirt was a normal tee-shirt with a wolf paw print.

When he heard about the dance, though he wasn't a student at the Schola himself, he had encouraged @Carrie White to go. What he hadn't expected was to be invited, and he accepted without a second thought. It would be nice, and he could make sure she had a good time. And so he had arrived to pick her up, complimenting her on her dress and that she looked beautiful(though he thought she looked beautiful regardless, and he was sure Bo knew his little crush because she gave him that look).

"Thanks for inviting me," Scott smiled, holding her hand and squeezing it gently. He could tell by scent that she was nervous about it, and he knew why so he was going to double the effort to show her a good time.
 
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Merlin Ambrosius

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"Fool's ball," he murmured under his breath, a crooked smile at the corners of his lips, and in that moment, he decided not to correct him. Fool's ball, it was. And so, there he was, veering off toward the foosball table, tugging Oz all the way. If he was going to be here, then he wasn't going to sit in a chair and let his anxiety eat away at him forever. At least this way, he could distract himself. "I'm going to take a wild guess and assume that you've never played fool's ball before." Only when they reached the game did Merlin let himself release Oz's hand, moving toward one side of the table and giving a couple of the knobs a spin, sending the little figures rotating in circles.
 

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"Yes. That's what you said." Oz blinked at Merlin quizzically, studying that odd smile on his lips before dismissing it with a smile of his own. As long as Merlin was happy and not working himself up into an anxious panic, he didn't care about much, so he followed him over to the strange game and frowned down at it. He glanced up at Merlin and smirked. "Never, but that doesn't mean I won't win. I think I understand the premise." He twisted one of the knobs and set the little figures spinning, flicking the tiny ball halfway down the... field?

"You're red, I'm green, correct? And I need to get the ball in the goal." He pointed across the table and canted his head to the side. "Am I allowed to cheat, or is this supposed to be a good, clean game?" Ozma laughed brightly, spinning the knob again just to watch the miniature players twirl.


 

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It had been tempting to not go. After all, he wasn't really...used to events like this. On top of that, it was more directed at the students rather than teachers. But after a generous offer from a friend, he found himself there. Clad in deep purples with small accents of gold, he looked much nicer than usual. Instructions from Edelgard on how to properly dance, being silently repeated in the back of his mind. He doubted anyone would actually drag him into that, but it was nice being prepared. As someone who literally taught tactics, he knew it was best to have all possibilities prepared for. Expected.

And considering everything, it would be one less thing to worry about.

After the past week of making friends with a new group of people, he was feeling a bit closer to his usual self. Less preoccupied with the entirety of the...Lucina situation. It was nice.

So he stood on the edge of the area designated for dancing, with his back against a tree. Drink of something brightly colored in hand, as he watched the festivities unfold.
 
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"Absolutely no cheating. I'll know if you do," he reminded him, grinning as he took the ball and sent it through the little serving hole, starting the game. One mischievous flick of the wrist later, complete with a pair of blue eyes flashing gold, the ball smacked straight into the goal.

 

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One flash of gold later, Ozma was officially losing and his head shot up with an offended frown. "Oh. No cheating. As in I'm not allowed to cheat, but you can do whatever you want?" He laughed as he cast the ball back into the game. This time, he channeled some of his own magic into it, creating a stream of wind that nudged it along, dodging little wooden feet with ease until it popped delicately into the opposite goal.

"Pure, natural talent, Merlin. That's what that was." Oz chuckled merrily.


 
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Merlin Ambrosius

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"Ah yes, pure, natural talent," he repeated, arching a brow at Oz like the hypocrite that he was. "I'm starting to think we might need a referee ... seeing as you absolutely cannot be trusted." There was a stupid smile on his face and by then, his eyes had already started to wander, searching about until he spotted somebody standing at the edge of the dance floor a short ways away from them. He'd never seen him before in his life, but in all of his absence, it wasn't such a surprise at all. The biggest question was whether he was a student, a faculty member, or somebody else entirely. Sometimes it was impossible to tell.

"Hello! Excuse me!" he suddenly called, waving a hand in the air. He was almost surprising himself, getting the attention of somebody else despite his nerves, but then, with each passing moment, he found himself getting braver and braver.

 

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Robin's mind was about a thousand miles away when he heard someone call to him. He blinked a few times - looking in the wrong direction before spotting the person trying to get his attention. The person in question looked vaguely familiar, but in a sort of...seen indirectly at some point, sort of way. Not immediately connecting the face to a name, he felt a bit bad, but it couldn't be helped. It was tempting to pull out a small notebook that likely would be able to help but - now was not the time. He was here to have a good time and maybe, just maybe, make some new friends.

He waved back.

The stranger was standing by someone Robin vaguely knew as another teacher at Schola. Beyond that, he didn't really...know them. At all. More like a face he had passed in a halls a few times, and little else.

Well, it was better to be friendly than just stay at a distance - Robin walking over, quietly relaxing as he drew near.

"Hello," he greeted with a warm smile, "Do you...need some help with something?" he asked, uncertain on why he was called over - eyes sliding to a foreign game they were standing on either side of.
 
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Paarthurnax really appreciated the fact that the event was held outside. It would've been much more difficult to attend if not for the free space to stretch his legs. It did feel a bit odd, just sitting as the joor enjoyed themselves, but he enjoyed it.

Even if he couldn't partake in any of the food, or drinks, or games, or dancing, he was content to watch from afar. While the actual attendees moved and had fun, he simply stayed curled up, closely enough to watch and hear some, but not enough to tower over any guests that stayed at the party.

 
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Cordelia Day

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Cordelia was here because she was a teacher and because she thought it would be nice to go, and to give support to some of her students. More specifically, for Carrie to know that there was someone else there that she knew.

She had invited @Misty Day to be her plus one, not wanting to go with anyone else but the love of her life.

Spotting Carrie with a young gentleman beside her, Cordelia beamed and walked over, getting her attention. "Glad you did decide to come along!" Cordelia had hoped Carrie would go, knowing she would benefit greatly from something like this. "And who might this gentleman be?"
 

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It was the most wonderful time of the year~

The school winter dance was upon them just as the season was, students and teachers alike in attendance. The snow made it graceful, a beautiful scene unfolding upon the greenery. Couples danced together to the music that developed the essence of calm or bopped to the beat of whatever the greatest hits were in Pandora at the time.

Everything was perfect. A stunning date for her and @Claire Nunez to remember for the rest of their lives...

After all, imagine all the stories they could tell about practically fleecing everyone in the gambling tent during Schola's winter dance?

As soon as the two girls realized there were games of poker and blackjack happening in the tent, they danced their way toward it before escaping the graceful movements into the place where just about everyone who wasn't looking to dance was huddled. A few guys and gals were huddled around the poker table, students and teachers alike. For the most part, they didn't know Claire nor Trucy, and if they did, they hardly knew what they were capable of around the poker table.

There was a reason her dad went undefeated for seven years and became a legend in the poker community, and that was all thanks to Trucy's special eyes: the reason she was allowed in Schola in the first place. With them, she could subtly make out just about any tell. Did someone have a grand hand? Were they bluffing till their butts caught on fire? The little magician would catch it all, and she folded or betted accordingly.

It especially became apparent when she couldn't say something like "how good is a straight with hearts" anymore to cause a few of the less witty to fold who had yet to realize she was lying about not knowing how poker worked yet. Eventually, once it became apparent how much of a threat she was at the poker table, people backed out and joined in with ambitions to beat her with varying success.

"Okay... I'll raise," Trucy smiled with the same damn smile she was using the whole game whether she had a good or bad hand. The flush of one of the guy's cheeks who was struggling to win was starting to match her light red dress. She did her best not to giggle, instead watching the faces of everyone at the table- and Claire, of course.

If she wasn't so focused on the game, maybe she would've noticed a face she hadn't seen in way too long and probably would've almost cried upon seeing, but for the time being, she was in the poker zone.


 

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She smiled at his thanks, knowing he really meant it. He looked just as good as always – even when they’d met in the woods, she’d thought he was handsome – all the more reason she’d been nervous – what did a guy like that want being friends with her? But Carrie knew since that he just simply liked being around her – he must, if he was here - and so far, she hadn’t done anything to mess it up.

She wondered what they should do first – the possibilities seemed endless. But then a familiar blonde woman came up to them and Carrie’s face lit up at seeing Miss Cordelia – it was thanks to her she was even invited in the first place.

“Miss Cordelia! You look amazin’,” she greeted happily, before looking to Scott as the blonde asked about him.

Another woman came over, with lovely curly hair adorned with flowers. She realised quickly this must be Miss Cordelia’s partner – she’d seen a few photos of them in their house when she went for lessons. “You too,” Carrie replied, a little shyer with a new person, “Yeah – it’s beautiful.” She glanced up at the decorations as she said it, “I almost can’t believe I’m really here.”

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Misty Day

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Misty had never been to one of these things before, not unless the Pentecostal gatherings she’d been to before she got burnt alive counted as an “event.” But she’d been touched Delia had invited her, even if they both were at Schola anyhow. Her girlfriend also wanted to go and support a girl she’d been tutoring - that was one of the many reasons she loved this woman, her never-ending kindness to those in need; hell, she’d let Misty into in her school back home when she was being hunted down, not knowing her from adam.

The witch was also curious to meet Carrie – although their sessions were private, from what Delia had mentioned, she sounded like a sweet girl who just needed that confidence to realise her potential. She’d gone to get Delia and herself some drinks, eyeing the buffet on the way back – food was something else she never tired of. She saw her love talking to two young people, a dark-haired boy and a girl with long strawberry blonde hair – this must be her!

She stood next to Delia, drinks in hand, grinning at the two of them. “You must be Carrie – it’s nice to finally meet ya. I’m Misty. Ain’t this just somethin’ else?” As usual, Misty was already talking to them like they were a couple of old friends – she never was one for all that fancy small talk.

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With all the general mingling, socializing and general fun the vast majority of the people in the middle of, they’d be forgiven for not noticing the constant harassment the DJ was going through, at the hands of what could be best described as a walking Christmas decoration, while most people were decked out in their best, suits and glamorous dresses Clare Devlin went a slightly different direction,

Dressed in a bright red and green homemade sweater bearing the image of rudolph the red nose reindeer -complete with a oversized ridiculous light-up nose that seemed to cover her entire body along with a headband displaying oversized antlers held snug over her dirty blond hair, Clare’s brow was furrowed in confusion as she continued her relentless questioning of the DJ

“Wha abunt any Urban Cookie Collection?”


“No”


“Kylie Minogue?”


"No"

Take dat?”


“Take dart?”


“No, Take Dat!”

“Look I have no idea what that is, so I’m pretty sure I don’t have that on a playlist”

“Chumbawamba?”


“Ok, now you’re just making up words”

“What abunt da Macarena? Ya must have dat! It’s da new thang everywan is doing!”

“Look kid, You’ve been reeling off songs for the last ten minutes and I have no idea what any of those songs are! If you wanna know what I got, just look at the playlist and leave me alone!”
The DJ shouted out in exasperation as she tossed a piece of paper at the over dressed Clare, taken aback by the sudden shouting, she backed off timidly muttering her thanks as she picked up, the piece of paper, scanning through it, her frown only growing deeper as she read through it.

“Is a Lizzo a person? A band? Or some kind of face cream?...or is it all three?”
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