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Cinna Thompson had almost single handedly pulled the prom together. The ballroom was decorated with festoons of floating flowers. Stars hung from the ceiling, each set to sparkle as if they were properly in the sky. The outskirts of the room were set with small round tables that could accommodate one or two couples. A table of refreshments was guarded at all times by Seamus Morgendorfer and a rotating cast of other faculty who volunteered to chaperon for the evening.
A glittery ballot box stood next to the entrance where students were set to write down their chosen prom king and queen and drop their tickets into the box. Students began to stream in after dinner to quiet music playing over the speakers. The band, a local group called Vampira was scheduled to begin playing around 7:30.
Needless to say it was going to be an excellent evening.
[OOC: Hop in where you will. Save for prom court, which we'll work on once all the votes are in.]
A glittery ballot box stood next to the entrance where students were set to write down their chosen prom king and queen and drop their tickets into the box. Students began to stream in after dinner to quiet music playing over the speakers. The band, a local group called Vampira was scheduled to begin playing around 7:30.
Needless to say it was going to be an excellent evening.
[OOC: Hop in where you will. Save for prom court, which we'll work on once all the votes are in.]
Luckily, there were a few other things Ryder had picked up from home life - lock up your shit, disrespect your elders, and learn to use what you've got to your advantage. (Of course, all of this could have been avoided had he learned the all-important 'shut up'.) It was fair to say that Leland was a good deal bulkier than Ryder, but what he lacked in strength, Ryder hoped he made up in speed. His attempt to dodge the blow was somewhat successful.. if success was measured by how far around from the center of your face the punch connected.
Leland had clocked him just above the ear - causing Ryder's ridiculous hat to fall to the floor, and Ryder himself to be a little dazed. "Hey!" Ryder managed to yell as he tried to recover from the blow. "Fucker." There was no getting away now - he'd just have to be quicker and take what openings he could get. Given that his senses hadn't quite readjusted, Ryder wasn't confident. But he threw a quick punch out there anyway.
He grabbed the collar of Ryder's shirt and gave it a good tug. "I told you to shut the fuck up," he growled lowly. He aimed another punch for his face. "You never know when to stop!"
Though tailoring or no, Ryder was pretty much resigned to his fate now. Unless he could retrieve his wand, he was no match for the other Junior. He'd just have to roll with the punch as best he could. He did - though nowhere as lithely as Leland had with his. In fact, he was possibly bleeding. Bastard.
"My one and only flaw," Ryder said with respect to never knowing when to stop. He couldn't help himself, obviously. "Can you blame me?" It wasn't so much a question as a distraction, given that as he said it, Ryder tried to both squirm out of Leland's grip and shove the other boy off him. If he could get free, securing his wand would be a whole lot easier.
He swung again, this time aiming for Ryder's stomach, trying to knock the wind out of him. Maybe he would stop struggling then. "Scrappy motherfucker," Leland grumbled.
The fact that they had arrived a little late to the party here had nothing to do with the fact that they'd been very carefully testing the punch to see if it had, in fact, been spiked. A bit of a crowd had formed around the fight, as was protocol, and the guards pushed through it - wands at the ready - as was, presumably, protocol. Rhys dealt with the student closest to him - disarming him and thwarting his attempt to get his wand back. He grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him away from the other student, who Alistair was trying to deal with. Rhys was a little amused by his kid's kick, muttering 'idiot' as he held him up by the jacket to stop him from landing on his arse. He turned the kid around and started to lead him off through the crowd. "Shoo," he said to the students that had gathered to look. "You can go back to your dancing now."
It took him a second to pull himself together, he realized he was pretty lucky the guards had interfered before Ryder got his wand. "Fuckin dog needed a good whack on the snout," he said struggling against the grip on his shirt. He gave up though after a few seconds of struggling and moved forward, his fist clenched at his sides and his jaw set firmly in a scowl.