From: ccimods	Date: December 10th, 2010 02:17 am (UTC)		(Link)
	9:00 - 10:00

Dancing under the falling snow!

	From: petitechou	Date: December 10th, 2010 12:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Open

Fashionably late as usual, Frankie strolled into the ball a good few hours after it had begun. She reasoned that you couldn't rush perfection, and she was feeling very swanky in a disgustingly expensive dress. Although she always liked to dress nicely, it was rare for Frankie to be seen wearing make up or with any sort of style to her hair, and she hoped someone would notice her soon, perhaps ask her to dance.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: December 11th, 2010 04:17 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Tatum

Typical of an event where she could be stuffed shoulder-to-shoulder with her peers for an extended period of time, Tatum was blitzed. She had smoked two nice sized joints in her dormitory after she had gotten out of the shower, window wide open to let any left over smoke escape. After that, she had gotten dressed for the night, staring at herself skeptically in the mirror. Her step-mother had, also typically, sent the dress up the night before and the red-head was mostly happy that it wasn't as large as the last dress.

If nothing else, she'd be able to maneuver around without tripping over ten inches of fabric under her every step, unlike the formal event before this one. And hey, now that she had charmed the blonde out of her hair, maybe she could blend into the crowd again. It would at least be easier to do that much while wearing this.

It wasn't hard for Tatum to get lost in what she was doing and completely misplace her sense of time management. Before she realized it, she had spent two hours performing a mixture of messing with her hair, and sitting around the room convincing herself to actually go. It wasn't until almost nine that she actually left her room, rolling up another joint and tucking it into her purse as she left the room. Entering the hall, she had stared around with wonder on her face, always begrudgingly enjoying anything about Christmas, even if this dance was ridiculously busy and crowded.

The red-haired girl had known Frankie was going, but since she had been planning on ditching out [at least until the dress arrived; which more or less sealed her fate], they hadn't discussed it very much. Her girlfriend was, as expected, looking stunning. Tatum couldn't deny that familiar flutter in her stomach, as she stepped up behind the brunette, leaning over her shoulder a bit.

"I guess I should have known that I'd end up coming after all, right?" she joked.

	From: petitechou	Date: December 12th, 2010 04:24 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Tatum

Frankie grinned and turned around, as usual, towering over the red head in her heels as she always did at these types of things. "Pink again" she joked, pointing at Tatum's dress. It was cute. Frankie had definitely retreated these past few weeks, spending a lot of time by herself, stressing about things out of her control. It was probably for the best, her temper had been frayed at best.

"What brings you here" she teased, smiling.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: December 12th, 2010 04:39 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Tatum

Tatum smiled a little, looking only slightly sheepish as she shrugged. "Not like I picked it out," she retorted. She hadn't picked out anything formal for herself for as long as she could remember, and she doubted that would ever change. Her step-mother would probably expect to choose her future wedding dress, should the day ever come.

When questioned about why she came, Tatum could only shrug again. "Social responsibility? Sera would probably tell on me if I didn't, and I'd rather come here than listen to my parents bitch the entire winter holidays about how I don't go out enough.." she murmured, trailing off a bit, before quickly continuing. "Well, and I figured you'd be here too. You look really pretty. As usual, of course."

She had noticed Frankie's distance, but as someone whom also enjoyed her space, she had tried not to focus on it. Suffocating her girlfriend was not on the to-do list. When Frankie wanted her, she came for her, and Tatum was mostly okay with that.

	From: petitechou	Date: December 12th, 2010 04:51 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Tatum

Frankie picked a stray hair out of Tatum's face and nodded sagely. Tatum's Step-mom was definitely a hard woman to defy. "Can you believe it's holidays soon already?" Telling the truth, Frankie didn't really want to leave the castle, miss any important information about the missing students.

"It feels like it was summer yesterday."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: December 12th, 2010 05:01 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Tatum

Tatum nodded a bit, smiling some as Frankie picked at her hair. She leaned her face against the hand a bit before it was pulled away again. "Yeah, it happened really fast. I can't believe we're done exams and everything, it's kind of insane.. I'm almost not looking forward to going home. Two weeks seems like, forever to me."

She paused for a moment, moving aside a bit to let a couple move past them, before she went on. "Summer vacation was fun though. Maybe Christmas will be, too? I don't know what to get anyone.. especially Sera. She's the hardest to shop for. Do you think you'll see Julian much?"

	From: walktheline	Date: December 10th, 2010 12:25 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Charlie/Open

As per usual, Charlie's mum had sent down his brother's smart shirt and trousers for him to wear to the ball. Sighing, he adjusted his collar, which was digging into his neck, and loosened his tie. The braces and boots were his own touch, he'd be damned if he was seen wearing a suit jacket.

Leaning against the far wall, Charlie watched the little sophomores dancing, adjusting his hair cooly and trying to look moody. He wasn't doing any dancing tonight, that was for sure.

	From: 867_5309	Date: December 11th, 2010 04:31 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Charlie/Jenny

Jenny was, if nothing else, glad for the distraction of the dance. Things had been way too tense since Halloween, and the more she thought about the things she was hearing, the less she wanted to hear. With Christmas time fast approaching, getting through the Snowflake Ball just meant they were another night closer to getting home for the holidays. She couldn't wait to be at home, sleeping in her own bunk bed, and away from whatever was going down on campus.

Especially with the way Ella had been reacting to it all. Seeing her sister in any kind of distress was distressing for Jenny herself, and if home made that better, she'd volunteer to stay there until it was all better. No matter how long it took. Home would be better, happier, even if they wouldn't be able to talk to their parents about what was going on; in addition to being completely too muggle to comprehend most of it, Paula and Ron would almost definitely panic if they heard half of the rumors floating around Crescent City recently.

Tonight though, she didn't want to think about that, she just wanted to enjoy herself. She had thrown something together to wear, and she was off to the dance. She had already spent a majority of her evening moving from crowd to crowd, meeting people and chatting here and there, dancing a few different times. It was coming back from a dance with a friend from choir, that Jenny noticed Charlie.

Predictable, she thought idly. Everything from the slumping leaning on the wall, to the look on his face, was predictable. And as usual, it made her smile. Approaching him from his left, the blonde weaved in between a small crowd of sophomores, before coming close enough to land a playful whack on his shoulders. "What's up, crankyface?"

	From: walktheline	Date: December 12th, 2010 04:36 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Charlie/Jenny

Charlie frowned a little at the punch and shrugged his shoulders moodily. "Just hanging around" he answered her, ruffling his hair as he always did.

"I hate wearing shirts" he added.

	From: 867_5309	Date: December 12th, 2010 04:42 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Charlie/Jenny

"What else is new?" Jenny replied, smiling crookedly at him. Dressing up had never been his idea of a good time, and she almost couldn't believe that he still forced himself to come to things like these. His expression often made him look like he was getting the Chinese water torture instead of just hanging out at a ball. "At least your mum will be happy, right?" she offered.

	From: walktheline	Date: December 12th, 2010 04:54 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Charlie/Jenny

Charlie grinned and relaxed his shoulders. "Oh yeah, someone will have to be the favourite son this Christmas, and it's not going to be Adam." He gave Jenny a sly once over and leaned closer to her ear. "It'll make her even happier if we get a photo together or something. You know she loves you."

	From: 867_5309	Date: December 12th, 2010 05:08 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Charlie/Jenny

"I'm sure that Adam will be green with envy when he sees how cleaned up you looked," Jenny agreed, grinning right back at him. When he leaned over, she listened, before her grin widened slightly. "Photo, really? I guess I could do that much for you. And it's not like I'd be ashamed to say you're my date in that shirt," she teased.

Her phone was in the purse she had brought, and within a couple of seconds, she had pulled it out. "This is all I have with me though. I can email it to you?"

	From: learntofly	Date: December 12th, 2010 03:53 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Grey

She had stayed a lot longer than planned, even danced a little bit with some of her friends. After a few swigs from her flask things, dancing was always a possibility. She was a little flushed as she made her way over to the snack table. She grabbed a cup and sipped, looking around for someone to chat with while she cooled down.

	From: gregoire	Date: December 12th, 2010 04:44 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Grey

Gray always took the extra time to attack the snack table. There was always time for snack time. It was a wonder he didn't weigh more than he did, he ate at a near constant rate.

He was currently raiding a rather-ignored plate of mince pies when he spotted Meka. He slid over to her rather non-stealthily.

"Well, Herro." He greeted her, his mouth still full.

	From: learntofly	Date: December 12th, 2010 04:49 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Grey

Oh god... what was that noise? Of course that question was answered when Grey greeted her with his mouth full. She wanted to tell him he chewed like a cow but she laughed instead. "Oh, hello," she said, feeling a little terrified as she looked up at the much taller junior.

	From: gregoire	Date: December 12th, 2010 05:06 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Grey

"Shouldn't you be like, studying? Or something?" He asked, snorting a little. He picked apart a second pie with his fingers, not even sensing Meka's discomfort.

Not like that would have really stopped him.

	From: learntofly	Date: December 12th, 2010 05:10 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Grey

"Shouldn't you be chewing with your mouth shut?" she laughed. "It's vacation, there's nothing to study for," she said looking at the older boy skeptically.

	From: gregoire	Date: December 12th, 2010 05:18 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Grey

"No?" Gray scoffed. "Well, it's like-- don't you like-- There's still another semester. I figured you people had nothing better to do." He frowned.

"Nice dress." He added with a hint of sarcasm in his voice that was only added in due to the fact that her logic made sense.

	From: formaldehyde	Date: December 12th, 2010 08:22 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Ben/Open

Ben hadn't planned on coming to the ball. As the calendar sped closer and closer to the holiday season, his mood became more and more sour-- and his penchant for avoiding people shifted to an all-time high.

He knew he would never leave his room if he didn't force himself out--and what bothered him more was that maybe nobody would even care. Or was it that it bothered him that nobody would care?

Either way, he sighed to himself, hands shoved into his pockets, and walked into the hall with a scowl set firmly on his face.

From: princess93	Date: December 12th, 2010 04:13 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Ben/Amber

Not long after his exceptionally non-grand entrance, whilst Amber was doing the social rounds, she spotted him lurking off to the side almost as if he were trying to appear invisible.

No such luck, though.

She moved remarkably quickly and quietly for someone in four-inch heels, appearing by his side almost like a spectre to a favourite haunt. She attached himself to his arm with a big, broad smile. "You look absolutely dashing. What's the matter?"

	From: formaldehyde	Date: December 12th, 2010 05:01 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ben/Amber

Startled, Ben blinked at her for a few seconds-- and then immediately turned a shade of pink. Amber's dress was... well. He would just have to make sure not to look down. At all. Ever again.

"Uh, I-- Thanks. Nothing's the matter." He stuttered out, flattening his hair down with his free hand. Manners Ben, manners. "You look-- You look nice."

From: princess93	Date: December 12th, 2010 05:34 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Ben/Amber

"Thank you! That's so sweet of you to say." She smiled brightly and leaned into him. "Now why are you standing all the way over here on your lonesome?"

She shifted his arm around her waist for him. "There! Would you like to dance?"

	From: formaldehyde	Date: December 12th, 2010 06:07 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ben/Amber

"I uh, I just got here--" Ben shrugged, slightly wishing he could turn around and run the hell away. He glanced away, swallowing audibly.

And then suddenly his arm was around her waist. Oh god.

"Idon'tdance." He blurted out, barely allowing her to finish her question. "I mean. I'm not any good. I don't really--" He wasn't lying.

	From: drummerboy	Date: December 13th, 2010 02:33 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Shelby/Open

Shelby wasn't quite ready for snow. He knew there would be plenty waiting for him back home and since snowboarding on the dance floor wasn't an option he really didn't see much use in the stuff. He decided now was as good a time as any to head out for a smoke so he did just that. He looked around for Abernathy on his way out, maybe her buzz was wearing off and she'd want to partake again. Not seeing her he continued outside and away from the building.

He didn't want to go far, just far enough to avoid any teachers lurking outside hoping to bust any bad behavior. Shit had been scary lately, from what he heard anyway and he wasn't taking any chances, he had seen too many horror movies and played far too many zombie games to get caught it some cliche trap. That shit was just not happening.

Finding a good spot, he pulled out one of the joints he has rolled in AB's room before the dance. Before he could take out his lighter he heard something or someone behind him.