phoebe ❀ (feebees) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-10-29 13:41:00

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aberforth dumbledore, agatha timms-catchlove, alice longbottom, bess fawcett, caradoc dearborn, chandler midgen, derek dobbs, frank longbottom, gabriel corner, glenda prewett, greta catchlove, group, james potter, john mulciber, kobe ackerly, lily potter, lucille lovegood, lydia proudfoot, mark timms, matilda mulciber, octavia lestrange, phoebe smethwyck, prisca loftus, psyke bardera, rabastan lestrange, rachel corner, roderick dearborn, thorfinn rowle, tristan bardera, wendy midgen, xenophilius lovegood

The Halloween Ball! --Posted for Friday!
In all of her years at Hogwarts, in all of her years being a prefect and working on a team full of the best students in Hogwarts, Phoebe Smethwyck had never been as impressed as she was right now as she stared around the Great Hall. Illuminated with candles in all shapes and sizes (and colors, a nifty charm a sixth year had found), the tables surrounding the dance floor were decorated with pumpkins, spiderwebs, and fall leaves, creating a spooky, yet beautiful design. The Ghosts of Hogwarts had volunteered to mingle more than usual (she thanked Nearly Headless Nick profusely, and promised to hold him a belated Death-Day party), captivating the guests with stories---how much truth they held, she couldn't be sure, but they were interesting nonetheless.

The band was a new kind of wizard rock, a bit more political than the Hobgoblins, W.O.A.R. There had been a lot of discussion at the prefect meetings about whether or not they should try and book them, but at the end of the day the naysayers (read: the Slytherins) were outvoted, and the band with the hit song "Do You Believe in M.A.G.I.C" was creating an incredible atmosphere.

So---people looked happy. They were laughing, smiling, and just---happy. Not something Phoebe felt like the wizarding world had been in a long time, and she was glad to be a big part of it.

Now, if only she could find a reason to be happy, herself.

ooc: No wands! Just your ID is needed. Everyone is welcome!

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[Rabastan]

fierce
2008-10-31 05:43 am UTC (link)

What a bore. They had been there for near-on a half hour and she hadn't spotted even one scandalous couple or moment between guests that she could mock, mock, mock until the entire ballroom knew that so-and-so had stolen what's-her-face's date. She hadn't spotted Aland or even Vivica for that matter. Surely they were amidst all the feathers and lace or would be soon.

But the disappointment never once crossed the debutante's face. She was well-practiced in masking her true thoughts and intentions--though tonight was a little more literal than most. A conceited smile seemed to pull permanently on her painted cherry-red lips. Her right arm stayed loosely looped on her suitor's and finely polished nails tapped lightly on the sleeve of his dress robes. There was a dry martini in the fingers of her left hand which she occasionally sipped from.

Getting intoxicated was entirely out of the question. Tonight she was expected to represent the nobility of her father's name and Prisca was not about to disappoint within the first hour of their arrival.

With a sigh she let her arm fall from Rabastan's and sat her drink on a nearby table. Turning back to her date, Prisca put her back to the dance floor and brushed up against him--careful to not swipe his face with the feathers of her mask.

"This music is bloody awful," she told him quietly and gave a disgruntled role of her eyes. The false smile reappeared as she fussed with straightening his already straightened bow-tie.

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rabastans
2008-10-31 06:23 am UTC (link)

He rarely bothered with these kinds of events, but as his mother had become increasingly weepy and annoying that he had not yet been matched with a suitable young woman, Rabastan had finally accepted the offer from the Puceys to escort Prisca. He had no plans to pursue her any further than what Rabastan usually obtained from women, but at least she was tolerable and not increasingly annoying by the second as were some people he was surrounded by, at work and in general. It did help that the woman was attractive, and probably one of the more sought after women in their circle of...appropriate ladies.

And, even then, Rabastan knew Prisca Pucey had a bit of a reputation.

He let her adjust his tie, not paying attention as his eyes scanned the party from behind his mask. He'd sardonically joked to Grayson earlier in the week that a skull-influenced mask would be slightly inappropriate.

"They call banging against a triangle music, these days," he drawled, finally looking down at her. Rabastan smirked, hand going to her elbow. "Is it all right, now?" though he knew it was.

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fierce
2008-11-01 06:43 am UTC (link)

"And this decor," Prisca added in disgust. It was nothing like a real ball. At least the company she kept had standards for this sort of revelry. Of course, she would have her nitpicks about the decor and atmosphere of a high society function as well. But she would never be positively revolted as she was now.

A delicious thrill went up her arm from where nimble fingers grazed over her skin. She would have needed to tip her entire face downward to glance toward the touch with the mask on so she refrained from doing so. A genuinely sly smile pulled at her lips as Prisca shamelessly laced her arms around Rabastan's neck and leaned-in on one heel while the other kicked up behind her.

Subtlety rarely took part in her game.

"Mmmm," she murmured thoughtfully with a tip back of her chin as she stared up into his eyes. "The decor is certainly more handsome. Though I am still terribly bored."

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rabastans
2008-11-02 05:34 pm UTC (link)

Rabastan was finding her rather...he supposed interesting was the word. Normally he would never allow his date to drape herself on him like Prisca was so deliberately doing, but he had always enjoyed being under a mask. It allowed him to do things he wouldn't do it public.

Well. Mostly.

One hand went to Prisca's waist to pull her a bit closer, as Rabastan did not want to seem eager. He wasn't, but that didn't mean he needed to put any thoughts into her head. No, no, he wanted to see where this would go if Prisca believed herself to be in control. It could prove rather, again, interesting.

"If you ignore the terrible lyrics and melodies, I suppose dancing is an option?" Rabastan smirked lightly under his mask, his free hand finding something interesting in the ends of her hair.

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