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Day 1 [color=be7656]◈[/color] [color=be7656]Time:[/color] Dusk/Evening [color=be7656]◈[/color] [color=be7656]Weather:[/color] Light Rain [color=be7656]◈[/color] [color=be7656]Location:[/color] Harold's Academy, Main Ballroom [color=be7656]◈[/color] [color=be7656]Participants:[/color] Myrion Stevar [@Teyao], Walter Ozwyrd[@A Lowly Wretch][/center]
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Planning a big event was an art and a science, you had to account for several things such as the number of people that would assist, the location, the 'theme' of the event, and a myriad of other factors that would influence it, everything had to be accounted for so there were no errors at execution, thankfully the full might of Harold Academy Student Council was more than match enough to make sure that such endeavor was met with a resounding success.

At least in theory.

In reality [i]certain someone [/i] decided that they had helped enough and left some of the work unfinished forcing the rest to pick up the slack, earlier he had seen poor Anastasia hanging from the ceiling trying to decorate the room at the best of her capacities. Still, he much preferred his own duties over decorating, no matter how stressful they could be.

[color=be7656]"...the Cheeses go to Table 5 and the crab puffs to Table 7 please!"[/color]

The catering service was slightly delayed but thankfully they had finally arrived, he had been worried that he would have needed to ask what Kitchen staff there was currently at the school to prepare some snacks but with this, the last of his duties was officially over, the band designed to play had arrived a few hours earlier and were prepared to start playing once the signal was given, the fireworks team had left everything prepared the day before and the tailoring expert was discreetly hanging on an out-of-the-way corner attending to someone who had a wardrobe malfunction. All in all, he felt confident saying that the event was running without a hitch and that barring a serious emergency nothing too catastrophic was going to happen [i](His mind tried to suppress the unlikely scenarios that kept popping on his mind)[/i].

Which left him with a dilemma.

He... had nothing left to do, he didn't even have a date as he had forgone asking someone to accompany seeing how he had assumed he would have to keep busy for the entire night, looking around he spotted some familiar faces but restrained himself from approaching, he was not shy by any measure but something was holding him back from joining those he recognized [i](With the exception of Taegan's group as he doubted either of them wanted to enter an argument this night in particular)[/i] he felt slightly out of place, it wasn't [url=https://i.imgur.com/SKJN4RR.png]
his clothes[/url], his mother had handcrafted those and he knew they were beautiful, perhaps it was just how plain [url=https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-9kmea7jw/images/stencil/500x500/products/2143/6839/USM-M0016-WT-1__84607.1648096400.jpg?c=2]his mask[/url] was in comparision-

[quote=Mr. Ozwyrd]
[color=lime]"Hello 'erybody! Special occasion so for this evening only drinks are free!"[/color] 

[color=lime]"I'm happy to take special requests and if you got a sample of a drink you want I can certainly duplicate it for 'ya. Don't forget to tip your friendly serving staff and yours truly."[/color]
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A commotion brought him out of his reverie, a drink-based stand? He felt his eyebrows narrow, that was not part of the catering service he had contracted, making his way past some gawkers he came across said to stand and the one responsible for making it, by the looks of it a first-year -A Mr. Ozwyrd if he was not mistaken- had decided to profit from the event using his gift. A part of him wanted to ask him politely to pick up his things but he stopped, had the boy tried to claim payment for his service there would have been a problem but the way he was going at it he was essentially giving a free service.

That didn't mean he wouldn't impose some rules.

He pushed past some other students and fixed one with a glare when they tried to complain, a few seconds later he was in front of the busy entrepreneur with his arms crossed and a stern gaze [color=be7656]"Mr. Ozwyrd, I was unaware you had asked the Student Council if you could set your own stand"[/color] he raised a single eyebrow to empathize [color=be7656]"Well? I am listening"[/color]