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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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Re: Draco & Pansy & Theo and open.
[info]pansyesque
2008-02-16 04:51 pm UTC (link)
Pansy barely batted an eyelash-- initially. A bare second had passed after Theodore’s final word, and the girl’s mouth was open, shooting out a fresh, steely reply. “It matters. You are not the general populace. Just because you don’t care, doesn’t mean that everyone else who attends those events doesn’t. On the contrary, they care very much. And besides, boys have the luxury of being able to be more cavalier in regards to their appearance in society; there is a shortage of well-bred, pureblood sons, and far too many daughters to go around. The Weasleys may be drab and live in poverty, but they are the only pureblood family we’re aware of who have as many sons as they have sickles in the bank.”

Knowing she was only being prodded at for amusement after his confession, something she quite often did to other people when she was feeling especially callous, the Prefect slowly-- and sincerely, seemingly-- appeared to tire of Theodore. She did not like being on the other end of such playful manipulations. Even as she spoke, her eyes began to drift out among the crowd of masked wanderers, wordlessly remarking on this dress and that robe, as if he were dull. “There is a big difference between hurt and annoyed, Theodore, don’t flatter your efforts that greatly. You were not that sharp.”

His final assertions squeezed a steady response out of her, eventually; Pansy’s hand raised and two of her fingers have a dismissive, tiny flick. Looking back toward her house-mate, she concluded: “Keep assuming whatever you like, my friend, but silence doesn’t confirm as much as you think-- some of the time. In regards to love, there's no horrible connotation in this situation, since Draco is fabulous. But as I said, things of this nature are none of your business”--

--“and on a completely unrelated note, if you call me pudding again, I’ll hex that grin right off your face.” For a threat, it was a rather lazy one. Pansy mustn’t have meant it entirely. Behind her mask, her eyebrow arrogantly arched. “The only men who refer to women as a sort of food are the have-nots or the pigs. I do hope you try to be neither.”

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