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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.]
Abby/Cinna
"Hey hot stuff!" she called as she spotted her. Once she was closer and without all the other rabble listening in she continued. "Wanna dance?"
"After we dance everyone's pants off, I'm taking you to the drinks table," she promised.
"Ha! I think I'd move better with drinks first."
Then, she smiled knowingly at Abby and waggled a finger at her. "Hey now, that punch has been very closely watched all night!"
She laughed about the punch. "It's a shame, really. Would have loved to see the underclassman getting drunk without any clue what was happening to them."
"Oh my god! Like last year!" She started giggling. "If it wasn't for all the puking, I swear, it would have been the funniest damn thing ever! Maybe they won't be so vigilant with the guarding next year." She was suddenly reminded of the fact that Abby was a senior. "Oh! Are you coming back for university? I totally forgot to ask!"
"What are you doing next year? You'll be a big bad senior! I've never been so proud."
She thought about her schedule. "Doing Creatures and Herb again for definite-- hey, can I steal your notes from this year?" The curriculum always changed a little every year, but Cinna was curious to see what her friend had learned... and of course, get a little advantage herself. "I'm so over Astronomy."
"I'll give you the notes, but you've got to hide them from Livingston. She's too nice a teacher; I'd feel like we were cheating her." She laughed about astronomy. "Oh god, seriously. West is a slave-driver."
She raised a hand solemnly. "I promise I won't show Miss Livingston your notes." Then she used a fingertip to draw little hearts around her eyes. "She and Miss Olivier are like my favorites. Olivier a little bit more." She leaned in to stage-whisper rather loudly. "I would do her so hard."
Then she was laughing so hard she had to stop dancing for a moment. "Right on her desk. It'll be like school girl porn and it'll leak on the web and you'll be an overnight wiztube sensation!"
"Of course, it's only because my one true love," she placed a hand on Abby's shoulder and sighed. "Is just too classy to film lesbian adventures with me."
"Ohmygod, can we do it in the sumo suits? Fat spooning would be HILARIOUS."
She just about died laughing right then, because that was the exact time a group of students walked past, and the looks on their faces were just priceless.