Do You Believe In Magic?, Open/Public Magic School(Not Hogwarts)

The orange leaves blow passed the window. It's autumn at Swynhollow and the Hollow dance was tonight. All the students were excited, so much was going on today. Not only was the dance going on, there was the 'Hollow'd Tournament' going on for those that wished to battle. Everyone was encouraged to participate in both. The Tourny would be held that morning with the dance that night. Weapons as well as magic will be allowed in the tourney.

Form Thingy:

((We will begin the dance. The tourney will have already passed. You don't have to participate in either. Put in bold Dance, or Other at the top of your post so we know what you are doing :D Thank you.))

Tourney Ranks:

14-15
1-
2-
3-
4-
5-

16-17
1-
2-
3-
4-
5-

18-19
1-
2-
3-
4-
5-

DANCE
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Sitting on the side, againist the wall, Conan thought about his life. Lonely, no friends (except for Shanti), but strong. I'm strong, so good at the magic I do and the spells I cast, but I'm without any friends here at the school, he thought, listening to the music playing in the dark ballroom.

There were students everywhere, of all the ages, mixing together, laughing and having fun with friends. "I'm your friend," said Shanti, siting next to him on the floor aganist the wall. She had sensed what he was feeling, mostly by the involentary looks on his face. "I know you are, and I love your friendship, but I want to had friendships with my peers," he said, in reply to what Shanti had said. Shanti was sitting next to Conan, in her beautiful human form, accompanying him to the dance, since he had no other friends. Conan was quiet around people he didn't know, he didn't like to go up to people and say hi. He wanted them to come over to him; show intrest in his friendship.

"Why did we even come to this thing? It's not like I ever have any fun at this stupid things anyway!" Conan was starting to upset, his emotional fits of mixed feelings of anger and sadness could be quite volatile. Sensing the anger in his voice, Shanti grabbed his forearm, and brought him closer to her. "Calm down Conan, we don't need you to have a public meltdown and destroy something just because you lost control." Shanti began to comfort him, stopping a problem before it began.

Conan ripped his arm out of Shanti's hand, placeing his forehead on his knees and thinking about what would happen if he lost it.

He looked up, wanting for something in his life to change, for a friend, and for something exciting to come...

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DANCE

Name of Charater: Yanna Tic'ellec. (Odd name, I know. XD)
Age: 16
Tourney Rank: 1st. (:D)
Gender: Female (though she doesn't really look like it.)
Race: Kitsune (can change from anthromorphic to quadruped, using magic)
Pet(s): None
Specialization: Skilled in fire magic, and illusion. Is also good in almost ninja-like fighting, striking quickly, then jumping away.
Introduction Post:

Yanna sighed, on the sidelines of the dance. Many had already gotten up to dance with their boyfriends or girlfriends, but she was all alone. Her parents had found her the nicest dress possible, and nice purple one with a beautiful lavender sash and gloves, but it wasn't worth it. She didn't look very much like a girl, and being well known for her fighting skills and short temper, not many liked her. So here she was, sitting in a chair, with a glass of punch, even though she hadn't drunk any of it. She leaned back, watching as more and more couples got up, and forced herself to drag her eyes away from it all.

She was just fine on her own. She had done quite well in the tornament, hadn't she? She should be proud of that. She forced herself to take a sip of punch. Bah. SHe had left it for too long, and now all the ice cubes in it had melted, leaving it watery and bland. She growled to herself, and went to dump it out, people stepping aside as she walked, giving her wierd looks. She resisted the urge to snarl at them and say "What are you looking at?"

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