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

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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Orla and Open

elegantchaos
2008-02-09 05:01 pm UTC (link)

Originally having decided to go as a ladybug, Orla had changed her mind several days before in case no one else decided to dress-up in costume, opting instead to go for something more traditional. She had borrowed a clothes magazine from one of the girls in her dormitory and had ordered a green dress that had struck her fancy. It wasn't elaborate and far from being indecent. Instead, it was more playful and she absolutely loved the way the bottom of the dress turned when she did.

Stepping inside, she adjusted her mask not really liking the thing, but wearing it just the same since it was required. She glanced around, looking for anyone she knew, especially Thomas, but didn't see them yet. The wall on the far corner of the room was calling her attention - that or one of the tables, too, and she made her way over to the latter, sitting down and just watching everyone else.

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Orla and Stewart and Open

ackerley
2008-02-09 05:56 pm UTC (link)

Without much thought to it, Stewart had put his simple black mask on, and looked at himself in a mirror to make sure that he looked somewhat decent. He smiled when he thought about he really wasn’t as concerned about his appearance as his dormmates were. Ruffling his hair with his left hand, Stewart began to walk down to the Great Hall, wondering what exactly would happen that night. He couldn’t wait to dance with Dean as well as his friends that he’d promised a dance to.

Smiling to himself, Stewart started fumbling with his cufflinks and felt his face turn slightly red as he thought about how his brother had sent him dress robes. Feeling silly now for always thinking that Derek couldn’t care less about him, Stewart made a mental note to owl his brother tomorrow, as well as to plan to get him a great Christmas present.

Stewart shouldn’t have been in awe over how the Great Hall was decorated, after all it was Professor Burbage, but he was never-the-less. Not recognizing anyone in particular, he walked forward, the smile still on his face from the sight of the giant jack-o-lantern. Spotting someone who he was certain was Orla, Stewart walked over to the table where she was seated, making sure not to bother anyone who was standing or dancing.

“Orla?” Stewart questioned as he started to unconsciously move to the music. With a smile he sat down at the seat next to her, she was just as persistent as he was about not being able to dance, perhaps it was better to sit for the time being.

“Hey the Hall looks brilliant, doesn’t it? I knew Professor Burbage would go all out, and all the pumpkins!” somewhere along the line Stewart had remembered that he hadn’t introduced himself, it wasn’t too hard since his hair was a dead giveaway, but he turned toward Orla and put his arms on the table, “Oh yeah! It’s me, Stewart. You look amazing by the way, I really like your dress!”

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Orla and Stewart and Open

elegantchaos
2008-02-09 06:10 pm UTC (link)

The Great Hall was steadily filling up and was full with a vast array of colours and shimmering masks. Orla was wishing she had brought her camera. Even if she didn't photograph people, there were settings on the lens that could create different effects and would make it look better than still, posed photography. It'd look like a painting, like one of Degas' paintings of his ballerinas - a bit blurry and full of movement, but would still capture the essence nonetheless.

She was so caught up in her thoughts, that she hadn't even seen Stewart approaching. It wasn't until he said her name that she looked up at him, frowning at first as she tried to figure out who he was and then smiling when it dawned on her. Turning so she was facing him when he sat down, she nodded.

"There must be at least a hundred of them, if not more. But I really like how she decorated it; I was worried it would be full of all pomp and circumstance, but it's really very simple."

When he said who he was, she smiled. "I know it's you. I was able to tell by your hair," she teased lightly, her cheeks turning slightly red as he complimented her dress. Her fingers played with the fabric, intertwining in one of the layers. "Thank you. You clean up rather nicely too."

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Orla and Stewart and Open

ackerley
2008-02-09 06:40 pm UTC (link)

Shaking his head as he laughed, Stewart instinctively ran his fingers through his hair once more as Orla commented about it. And then turned slightly red when he heard about himself cleaning up nicely. Stewart readjusted himself so he was seated more comfortably before pretending to grimace and saying “Thanks! Professor Sprout made us get our hands dirty this morning anyway, I was worried I’d still have dirt on me or something, I had just enough time to get ready though.”

Looking around to see if he could spot Dean anywhere, Stewart began to hum as he tried to not worry. Dean would be there after all, he’d asked him to come to the Ball with him, he’d be there. No need to panic. Putting his attention back on Orla, Stewart made a serious face as he put his hand on hers, “Orla, I have a confession to make,” pausing he almost smiled at his overacting, “I’m a terrible dance.”

Stewart laughed slightly as he smiled once more, and then stood up, trying to encourage Orla to do the same “But you and I need to dance, okay? Come on if we both can’t handle it after a couple of seconds I promise we’ll come and sit down. But you look too nice to spend the night sitting at a table,” Stewart nodded once, holding out his hand.

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Orla and Stewart and Open

elegantchaos
2008-02-09 07:01 pm UTC (link)

Orla looked him over, particularly at his hands and smiled. "I don't see a single trace of dirt on you, so I think you're fine," she said lightly, glancing back at the crowd assembling. She had thought the teachers would have canceled at least the afternoon classes so everyone, the girls in particular, would have enough time to get ready. But they didn't and though she didn't do much beyond putting her dress and shoes on, and pulling her hair up, she felt sorry for the other girls and their scrambling about to get ready on time.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him looking around as if he were looking for someone. His date, most likely, and she smiled to herself. When he placed his hand over hers, she looked down at it and then up a him. "A confession?" she asked when he paused, raising her eyebrows curiously. But then she laughed, shaking her head. "That's your confession? And here I thought it would be something a bit more interesting. Especially, since you know I can't really dance either." He was silly sometimes, but that's why she liked him.

He stood and she looked up at him before biting her lip. He wanted her to dance? Part of her really wanted to say no, that she was perfectly comfortable where she was, and that they would both regret it later on if they did. But the earnest look on his face made her sigh and give in. "All right, but if I'm horrible or cause you to break something, don't say that I didn't warn you." With a bit of a sigh, she stood and took his hand, hoping and praying that she didn't do anything to embarrass herself.

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