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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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Justin Finch-Fletchley | Susan Bones | and you.
[info]condign
2008-02-13 08:25 am UTC (link)
The evening had been going relatively well. Susan Bones looked brilliant and Justin Finch-Fletchley hoped he managed to emphasize her elegance. His dress robes were relatively expensive and tailored to fit, accentuating his form to the best of the fabrics ability. He wore a yellow handkerchief in his breast pocket neatly folded to precision, a tie to match, and a decently crafted mask that he'd tweaked to his liking.

Trivial packaging aside, Justin was certainly enjoying himself this evening. He'd made his rounds to most of his friends and their dates and had even entertained Susan on the dance floor twice. There hadn't been any vomit, and the awkwardness had been thwarted early on during the initial "pick up" business in the common room.

He'd made a point to make the evening as sociable as he could. It was funny how things worked themselves under the facade of a "ball". Though Justin mingled with majority of those present throughout the week and in between classes the ability and willingness to let go of trivial inhibitions and other such jarring social behaviors seemed to encourage a more entertaining joy. For obvious reason Justin had promised himself not to let the stresses of schoolwork, apprenticeships, and other such things bother him tonight.

Tonight....was meant to be enjoyed. And that he was making sure of.

With a hearty chuckle he lead Susan off the dance floor by hand and back to the table they'd claimed as their own. From the looks of it everyone else who’d been in their group seemed to have scurried off to tend to their own dates. After dazzling the masses with his half-arsed and almost dangerous swing dancing skill he needed to sit and catch his breath. Placing his mask on the table he pulled out a chair for Susan and smiled, "Why didn't you ever tell me you were so great at the swing? That was bloody brilliant!"

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Justin Finch-Fletchley | Susan Bones | and you.
[info]gotabonetopick
2008-02-14 12:28 am UTC (link)
The evening had started on a normal awkward level, but as the night progressed Susan’s fear of vomiting lifted and she just started to have fun. She felt pretty in her yellow dress, and yellow mask feeling as if she was suitably ready dressed for the evening. She was having a ball and she would admit it, even falling criminal to the awful unintentional or intentional pun. Susan was just going with the flow and keeping up the good spirits and trying not to think about what if. So what if Justin and she remained friends after this, she was giving it the good ‘college’ try.

As he escorted her off the dance floor she panted a little as she caught her breath. Fanning herself Susan smiled at Justin as she lipped off her yellow mask and took a seat as he pulled out her chair. “Thanks Justin,” she said before grinning big at his next comments. “Well you never asked Justin, granted when or how would this come up in conversation.” She felt like she was glowing, and she probably was. Susan was having fun, her knee didn’t hurt anymore and she was genuinely happy.

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