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Hogwarts Staff ([info]staff) wrote in [info]riddikulus,
@ 2008-02-08 14:19:00


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OCTOBER 31, 1997
Masquerade Ball


WHO; The majority of the school.
WHEN; October 31, 1997
WHERE; The great hall and the gardens as well as the surrounding areas.
SUMMARY; Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch. Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King. This is Halloween. The Masquerade Ball.
RATING; R at the very most.
WARNINGS; The punch has been spiked with an Euphoria-inducing Elixir and a mild Babbling Beverage.
STATUS; In Progress.

The Great Hall was adored with the best that Charity Burbage could muster. Candles that would have usually kept the hall brightly lit were gone and replaced by pumpkins as well as a multitude of small white spheres of light that couldn’t be discerned as anything but stars from a distance. Despite the fact that the ceiling was overcast, nothing would stop the smile that Professor Burbage kept on her face. With a flick of her wand she placed the final touch on the decorations. She lowered a Jack-O-Lantern, on the center of the stage where the weird sisters would play, that was larger than her in her entirety.

With a quick shake to the Headmistress’ shoulders, she gave her yet another smile as she waved off Professor Hagrid who was attempting to bring more pumpkins into the room. They could go in the garden, after all.

“Would you kindly let the students in, Minerva?” the Headmistress shook her head disappointedly. She had been against this whole affair since the idea had popped into Charity’s head. But the simple fact that she was against the whole idea of it didn’t outweigh what her students had been through this past year. It would be for the best, they had earned this and more. Headmistress McGonagall gave a quick nod before heading towards the doors, a small breath, and then she opened them to find a group of masked students already gathered there, their eager faces reminding her why she had agreed to this in the first place.

With an honest smile, she raised her hands and projected her voice as Albus would have done if he were there, “Welcome, students, to the Masquerade Ball.”


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Melanie Roberts & Charles Vaisey; the 5th floor near the prefect's bathroom
[info]vaisey
2008-02-09 03:37 am UTC (link)
There was a moment when Charlie realized that his lip was bleeding. It wasn’t something that he was doing consciously but he was out of breath and had bitten so hard on his lower lip that the only way he noticed that he’d done so was with the salty taste that filled his mouth. Inwardly groaning, Charlie continued to fidget with his mask before he decided he might as well leave that alone, and stood in the hallway frowning at the statue of Boris the bewildered down the hallway.

There was nothing wrong with Boris, he looked like a nice fellow who was probably having a bad day—or a bad century if one were to count—but seeing the statue made Charlie’s stomach feel slightly worse if it was possible. This wizard was forever immortalized with his gloves on the wrong hands and the word bewildered constantly tacked to his name. Charles the Clod, Charles the Clunker, Charles the Clumsy all seemed like possibilities.

Charlie decided that that wasn’t something he wanted to think about before going to the ball with Melanie. After all he was attending the ball with Melanie. He smiled down at the bright yellow tie, quite impressed with himself for managing to have the house elves get him some Hufflepuff robes that actually fit decently. For all anyone else knew, he was just a Hufflepuff that had forgotten to have a costume or wear dress robes to the ball. And there wasn’t anything wrong with that. The fact that he was so comfortable in the robes made Charlie wonder about what could have happened if he’d been sorted into the house in the first place. The sorting hat had been adamant about the possibility of Hufflepuff but in the end all Charlie was thinking while the ruddy thing was on his head was the word Slytherin over and over again.

Noticing that he’d lost track of time in his thoughts, Charlie looked expectantly at the door, before walking forward towards it in an awkward manner. He was hesitant to knock because he didn’t mind if they were late to the Ball or if Melanie needed any extra time to change—he’d was used to the latter thanks to his mother—but he was a bit worried that maybe Melanie had lost track of the time as well. Honestly the thought wasn’t too ‘out there’ when he thought about it.

He inhaled loudly, trying to calm his thoughts, before he knocked on the door, taking care to make it a unique knock so Melanie would know that it was him. With that Charlie smiled nervously and ran his hand through his hair. He was determined that tonight would be a great night, and that he would try to stop being so nervous around Melanie. His stomach made a sound that contradicted his thoughts, however.

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