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


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Entry tags: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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[info]eieio
2008-10-29 07:51 pm UTC (link)
The evening was going well...even if no one got that her and Stubby were supposed to be night and day. But hey, she thought she pulled off bright orange very well! She was having a great time, just...trying not to feel ill. There was talk about some sort of after party as well, but Mary wasn't sure how to say no without making it strange. She hadn't told any of the blokes that she was pregnant, so the partying and drinking thing probably wouldn't be happening anymore.

But more than that, her mind was preoccupied with searching the crowd. She knew that Gabriel would be around, and it wasn't as if she absolutely had to see him, but, well. She wanted to. She wanted to bump into him, she wanted to have a dance with him. And she figured that--that even though they were in a very public place, it would be better to tell him now rather than later, and in public rather than over a journal. He deserved to hear it straight from her.

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[info]coverstory
2008-10-30 02:57 am UTC (link)
He was actually having a good time. He'd always enjoyed listening to Octavia's conversations, even though he didn't get much in, but he did enjoy the woman's company. Gabriel found himself laughing a bit more than he had been in the last few months, and was glad that he got to catch up with friends and people he hadn't seen in quite some time.

After a bit, he offered to get some drinks, and Gabriel was milling around the punch bowl when he spotted the brightly colored dress. His eyes behind his mask lingered on it, wondering how a normally distressing color such as that could actually look...well, lovely. Maybe it was the drinks he'd had before, but he couldn't help but comment.

"Your dress is rather striking," he said, tilting his chin in the woman's direction. Gabriel smiled lightly, wondering if he should have tried a bit harder than his black suit and mask.

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Faaaabian?
[info]bestzeller
2008-10-29 08:10 pm UTC (link)
Bess loved her dress. She loved her mask. Actually, she loved everything about...about everything at the moment! Her new job was absolutely amazing; being in the Ministry, even if she was just sorting papers and taking messages, was her dream. She was already imagining what she'd be able to do to earn a higher position, and it wasn't an insane idea, because she was in the law offices, and now that Sadie was at that lovely daycare, she didn't have to rely on her siblings (well, tonight she had hired a sitter, but still) and---and

A touch on her elbow made her jump, and Bess turned to see Fabian, a grin immediately spreading across her fast. She dropped her mask and let it hang on her wrist.

"I thought I lost you in the sea of people," she said, lifting her drink. Fabian had been Mister Popular at Hogwarts, it was only assumed that there would be a million people attempting to speak with him. Bess could vaguely recall that feeling, but she shook it aside and straightened her shoulders. "Is tonight the night I get to see your famous rendition of the hokey pokey?"

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Bessss?
[info]fabulously_fab
2008-11-01 10:04 am UTC (link)
It was true, that Fabian had been running around ever since they had arrived at the ball, but he did his best to keep an eye on Bess, so that once he had made his rounds he could go back to her. It took a lot longer than he had expected, to say ‘hi’ to everyone, and since he was at Hogwarts he had a few of the male students rush over to try and get a word in with him about Quidditch. Sometimes the guy forgot he was famous, but he was always willing to make some time to talk with fans. Tonight, however, he knew that he was there with Bess, and that if he took any more time getting back to her, she would probably get pissed…with good reason.

As she turned around to face him, he gave her a grin, moving his own mask up so that it was resting on top of his head. “Good thing you stand out in a crowd, otherwise I might not have found you either.” He took a look around, taking in how many people were really there. It was a hell of a good turn out. His attention went back to her when she spoke again, letting out a light laugh when she brought up the Hokey Pokey. “I’ll think about it.” After that was said, he reached out to take a hold of her hand, sliding it down from her elbow since he had still been loosely holding onto her since he had gotten her attention. “But for now, how’d you like to join me on the dance floor?”

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Evans!
[info]misterprongs
2008-10-29 08:46 pm UTC (link)
"Oy, Evans."

James slunk up beside the redhead he believed to be his wife--well, technically they weren't married anymore, but what could he call her? His girlfriend? The woman he shagged and lived in sin with? Mm, no, wife was still fine, in his eyes. Even though calling her by her maiden name did have that extra excitement now, since her identification card did state that she was, indeed, Lily B. Evans.

Leaning an elbow on the table, he adjusted his mask and made a clicking noise with his tongue. They'd only been out of Hogwarts a year and a few months, but it was still a very interesting thing, being back in the halls. Tonight he wasn't a professor (no, McGonagall would not let him be a chaperon, with extra privileges), and now he was back in the Great Hall as a rather randy student with a wife---woman (heh) who looked incredible.

"What do you say about ditching this party and finding our own?" not the best of his pickup lines, but that was the point. Of course.

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[info]missusprongs
2008-10-30 02:04 am UTC (link)
"It would be so unfortunate if I were some anonymous fourth year, Professor."

Lily took her attention away from the punch table and turned to regard her husband--thing; yes, he was now her 'husband thing'--from behind her mask. She had told him that she wasn't going to come to the ball with him (and had completely meant it), so provided, she hadn't seen what he had planned on wearing and didn't technically know if it was James---except that she did. There was no one else in the world whose idiotically waggling eyebrows she could feel from under a mask.

Well, and no one else that would proposition her for sex so blatantly. She hoped.

"I'm going to tell Professor McGonagall if you keep saying things like that. It's not right, Professor."

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[info]maneater
2008-10-29 11:37 pm UTC (link)
Lydia Proudfoot had opted for a skirt a little shorter than she had first anticipated for the ball, if only because she knew it would draw more attention to her fabulous legs. There was nothing wrong with wanting to do that! Besides, she took great joy in watching Healer Smethwyck's eyes get as wide as saucers. There was also the fact that she felt that she was at least indirectly required to wear house colours whether she was in Slytherin still or not -- and the dramatic mask went well with the outfit she'd picked out.

She tugged insistently on Smeth's arm, glancing over to Stefana. The girl had wanted to wear a hideous white ... sheet, but Lydia had managed to convince her that a racier number would be much more fitting. All the more shocking to Smeth when he had answered her door and she had announced to him that she'd found him a second date -- not an alternate date, but a woman for his other arm.

There had certainly been comments about busy hands. The evening was (hopefully) going to shape up to be most interesting.

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[info]stefana
2008-10-31 07:05 am UTC (link)
So was it her fault that Stefana thought this was a perfectly appropriate dress? She had been so delighted when she bought it, for she thought it was the sweetest thing she had ever seen. However, when she went over to Lydia's that evening, the other woman had stared her incredulously, marched her to her large closet and picked something out. Stefana tried to protest, as this new getup was entirely too racy, but Lydia would not hear anything of it. After sitting the blonde down and redoing her makeup, Stefana had to concede that maybe she did look alright. Maybe.

It had been funny when they opened the door when Healer Smethwyck arrived, and even funnier to see his reaction. First his those adorable green eyes of his grew round, then his mouth dropped open. Stefana had to admit, she had enjoyed his reaction more than she should have. Also, she had drank more "special" punch than she should have; well, Lydia kept passing her cup after cup, after all! She arched a brow and looked around; Healer Smethwyck had seemed to disappear. Hmm. Had they lost their other date?

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Ga...vin >>
[info]catchmelove
2008-10-30 01:22 am UTC (link)
She'd decided a long time ago that no one was going to see her dress until...actually, they'd see it at the ball, but they weren't going to have any idea that it was her. Kobe wasn't even sure if she'd be able to get herself to wear it, and---well. She'd been enough of a doof the past few weeks, that she decided to go for it and deal.

It's not like anyone could figure out who she was, anyway.

Kobe sighed greatly and crossed her arms, unsure of what had possessed her to want to come in the first place. She hadn't tried to get a date, she hadn't whined about getting a date, so why the hell was she here? All of her friends were paired off and---and---she hated sounding so annoying and desperate. Her tongue twisted in her cheek as she looked toward the door, wondering if anyone would notice if she slipped out.

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[info]gavins
2008-10-31 06:34 am UTC (link)
Gavin had never been so proud of being Head Boy until now. Well, the late night patrolling (which he actually enjoyed when he didn't have any homework due the next day) and the assigning detentions were fun and all, but seeing the progress and plotting and hard work set in motion was the best part of all, in his opinion. Meredith had been a fun date, and they had been jiving really well for the past hour, well, until they lost each other. Gavin wasn't entirely sure how that happened, he had paused to say hi to a friend, or did she?

He pushed his mask a bit higher up the bridge of his nose - it kept slipping - and leaned against the punch table to try to search for Meredith. It was kind of vain, however, what with the all the masked people. His eyes stopped on a lone figure about a few yards away from him. Despite the mask, and the dress (WOW!), he recognize that girl anywhere. He started eagerly towards her, then stopped.

Things hadn't really been going smoothly between them, but then again, they were never smooth. He had always enjoyed talking and teasing Kobe, and she had always responded in kind with some sort of abuse, but never anything serious - until she bloody punched him! In the throat! That hurt! But then again... it was Halloween night, and a ball. And his mask! That ought to alleviate the pain of talking face-to-face, right? So to speak.

He strode over again, a new spring in his step. "You're not bored, are you? I hear this ball is really hopping." Oops, he had meant to make his voice all low and well, undetectable, but oh well. Maybe subconsciously, he wanted her to recognize who he was, after all.

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RAFE :]
[info]erinkirked
2008-10-30 01:57 am UTC (link)
So. They hadn't really had a chance to be newlyweds. Not with his busy schedule, not with her busy schedule, and definitely not with a toddler who had just started walking (WALKING!) and could now make it into places of the house he formerly couldn't. So, no, Erin and Rafe hadn't really had a chance to be blissfully ignorant at all the strife marriage would bring as newlyweds, but tonight. Well. Let's just say she was going to make it count.

She had didn't have to force Rafe onto the dance floor, but she figured that three songs was enough for now, and tugged him off to their table. Her mask was doing a good job at not smacking people in the face, but she really couldn't resist the peacockish feel of it. That was what she had dressed as when they took Milo trick-or-treating.

"I really like this band!" she said, looking up at Rafe with a smile. "Maybe we could find out some tour dates! That'd be nice, right?"

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Caradoc! lmao
[info]matildas
2008-10-30 02:25 am UTC (link)
Matilda could not remember being this bouncy. Bouncy was not a word that should be found in her vocabulary, but she was literally...bouncy. Right in her seat, legs jumping up and down, and--and---she didn't care. She was pregnant, damn it, no one could tell her that she was doing anything wrong or, or--nope. Not even gonna worry. She looked great, her mask was really cute, and there was not a chance that she was going to have a fight with her husband and chuck things at him.

Of course, last year's Halloween party had been the scene of their first kiss, but Matilda was sure John appreciated not having to be subjected to ruffles, again.

After not so subtly suggesting Caradoc get her a drink, Matilda took in the surroundings and felt a sudden tug in her chest. She did miss Hogwarts, dearly, and she knew it was because life was much, much simpler back then. Even with the drama they all created within themselves, nothing was ever life or death as it is now.

Oh, hell. She couldn't tear up, her makeup was perfect!

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[info]docstheword
2008-10-30 05:12 am UTC (link)
Year after year, Caradoc still found himself having to get dressed up for halloween in either a mask, or some over-the-top, already-enforced costume code. And, really, it had looked good for him for a few weeks; Emmeline had said she didn't want to go to the ball, mentioning something about pumpkins, cats and handing out candy with Anneliese. So he had been off the hook-- until the Pregnant Number One insisted he bring her to the Hogwarts ball. So... here he was. It wasn't like he could say no to her, not that Caradoc minded going with her-- strangely.

And actually, it wasn't that bad. Matilda had always proved to be a nice entertainment (the good mood especially helped further), and it was interesting to see all the people he hadn't bothered to see in the past few years.

"Here is your non-alcoholic drink for you..." he eased, placing the drink in front of her as he sat down. "And the nicely alcoholic drink for me," Caradoc finished, smiling a wide grin as he turned to face her. "So what do you---" he started, and then stopped abruptly. His smile grew wider. "Don't tell me you're getting choked up over something like this."

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[info]mymeredith
2008-10-30 03:09 am UTC (link)
So somehow, Meredith had managed to lose track of her date. It wasn't even intentional like in fourth year at the Yule Ball, when she had basically fled for her life from the cousin her mother had conned her into accompanying.This time she actually didn't know where Gavin had gotten off to--or when she had gotten away from Gavin--and in a room full of masked faces, it was even harder to pick him out than normal. Which totally sucked, because she had been having a decent time so far, and---

Distracted by a promising prospect, Meredith rose up on her toes to see and--nope, not him.

Oh well, she thought as she plopped down into a chair on the far side of the room, away from most of the dancing couples. They'd probably run into each other again soon enough, and until then her feet could use with a good rest from the Heels of Death she had managed to shove her feet into (oh, the things she did for fashion). Curiously, she tilted her chin up to let her eyes scan casually over the crown assembled, pointedly not looking for the tool she almost at one time used to call a friend and his brash and loudmouthed date. Because she had no interest in them at all--especially not him. Which was why she hadn't been trying to figure out which one he was all night. At all.

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[info]bigd
2008-10-30 05:57 am UTC (link)
He wasn't really the dancing type. He wasn't really the ball-going type either, so Derek was startled when Dorcas said she wanted to go, because she hadn't struck him as being the ball-going type either. But Derek always thought that, deep down, Dorcas was actually incredibly girlish, she just didn't know what to do with it sometimes.

It was part of the reason he stuck around. He liked the mystery.

But she was off socializing with someone or other, and Derek had begged off the dance floor and was making his way to a safe haven from crazed dancers.

As he drew closer to the edge of the room, it was quite clear that there were many others who had the same idea as he, and of the chairs that were scattered along the edge of the room, there were few vacant seats. There were a few unsavory-looking people who Derek would rather not have sat by, but there was one open seat in the vicinity of a blond with incredibly bright hair and an intricate, shining mask.

Derek was nearly positive that he knew whose face that was, by the automatic clenching of his jaw. He didn't think it was impossible for them to have crossed paths, but he had been hoping they wouldn't. Or maybe Derek had been hoping they would, because he was also itching to give her a piece of his mind.

But he also didn't much feel like giving in and insulting her so greatly with his speech.

Fine. That was fine. Derek would just sit next to her and ignore her, as per her request. If she was like half the people here, anyway, she wouldn't have a clue as to who he was with his mask on. His cape swept out behind him as he sauntered towards the chair and seated himself.

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Gretilsy!
[info]catchthislove
2008-10-30 04:00 am UTC (link)
Greta wasn't entirely sure if she was going to be having fun at the ball.

It wasn't that she didn't enjoy going out with friends and being with people she knew and (generally) liked. Just-- Tilden was even more hyperactive than usual, which meant that what little intelligent conversation he could provide that didn't involve botany was even lower than normal. He kept disappearing and she had been by herself quite a bit already, and if this was what something as sophisticated as a masked ball was actually like, she would pass in future. She would so pass.

Crossing her arms impatiently while she waited for Tilden to return with their refreshments--what could be taking him so long-- she fought the urge to readjust her mask for the millionth time. Greta tried in vain to scan the crowd for him, wishing he would stop being distracted and just concentrate on her for a while. She was his date, now, wasn't she?

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[info]flower
2008-10-30 04:18 am UTC (link)
Tilden was really lucky that he was insanely cute. Really bloody lucky, because otherwise Daisy would have dumped him off for one of the marginally handsome men trolling the room without girls on their arms by now.

Like! He had totally been ignoring her half the night. Every time she was just starting to have fun, all of a sudden he had to go to the bathroom or---get punch--or something, and you know, if he just stopped getting so much punch he wouldn't have to go to the bathroom so often! But he didn't seem to be hearing her half the night anyway. She had been attempting to talk about Herbology, a subject which she quite honestly found inferior to being clubbed by an angry horde of baby seals, but it was like he was off in another world. Almost like he was on edge about something.

Growling under her breath just audibly, Daisy pushed herself out of the chair where he had left her (ten minutes ago, she might add) and walked to the edge of the dance floor, coming up beside a brunette in a deep red dress. "Kind of boring, isn't it?" she commented as she adjusted her mask.

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Open!
[info]psyked
2008-10-30 04:34 am UTC (link)
She had no idea where her husband was.

This would normally be a problem, but Psyke figured that since it was a masquerade ball, there must be a few random people walking around here looking for their dates as well.

Or, well, she had been, until she felt as if she was going to throw up all the food she'd ever eaten. Oh, well fuck. Psyke made her way to a table and randomly grabbed a glass of water that was sitting there (this was not the place to get drugged, right?) and took it down quickly. Ergh. ERGH. She hated being sick, and it was really the worst time for her to catch the bug! The boutique had just opened and she couldn't just leave it, and then there was Alex and Graciela being all--not married, and then there was the whole being married thing that made life lovely when she WASN'T THROWING UP EVERYWHERE GOD.

Sighing, Psyke sunk into the random person's chair and fixed her mask, hoping they didn't come back any time soon. Because, really. They weren't going to get their seat back anyway.

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Re: Open!
[info]chasingquixotic
2008-10-31 04:42 am UTC (link)
Tristan Bardera was not altogether fond of parties like this, although he would admit to liking the attention that being a Quidditch player brought. He blinked as he spotted Psyke staggering over to the chair, however, and weaved through the crowd to lean against the arm of her chair.

"Are you ... all right?" Because Merlin knew that he was a sucker for damsels in distress.

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Gideon!
[info]chickidy
2008-10-30 04:39 am UTC (link)
Alright, when had been the last time since she had gone out? Like, honestly stepped out of the house in something nice, and not just to get food or because she wanted to have Tristan breath fresh air? Not since... the Longbottom re-wedding! Since May? Oh Merlin, that seemed like eons ago. So many things had happened...

Interestingly enough, the realization that she had not been doing much actually did not bother her. It might have before, but now-- nope, not really. She liked staying at home with the baby, or just relaxing on a friday night (though really, you don't really do a lot of relaxing when you had a three month old in the house), but. It was nice. They had let her go back to work (finally), even though she still didn't come in as much as she did before. Only a little bit longer until that! But---

"So I was thinking," Gleny stated, pushing her mask up slightly as she spoke. "If we leave around eleven, then we wouldn't be leaving Tristan with your mother too long, but long enough so that it's a nice stay for them." She looked up at her husband happily, putting an extra effort to seem happy to not let him on to the fact that she would be alright with leaving in a half an hour. And when she said half an hour, she meant in ten minutes. Also known as right now.

She moved her hand to lace her fingers in between his, and swung their hands lightly. "Does that sound good?"

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[info]gideon
2008-10-31 02:25 am UTC (link)
Gideon shifted and pushed his mask up a little on his face and sighed. He resisted the urge to check his watch, because he'd just done it a second ago and if he looked again, it would make him look bored. He wasn't bored though, he was at a nice party with his wife and press and she looked absolutely gorgeous, but they had a three month old and Gideon was getting antsy. They'd just left him - this wasn't the first time they'd left him with his parents or Molly or James and Lily, but this was about as far and as long as they'd been gone for. Manchester was just a short apparation trip away, but he knew how long it took to get to the edge of the wards (eight minutes at a full tilt run) or to the nearest fireplace (two minutes, so long as he wasn't stopped by anyone) but that didn't make the knot in his stomach feel any more loose.

He looked down at Gleny and gave her a smile, "That sounds like a good plan. Even quarter-till. That's not too early. I mean, if there's not too much going on. This band is okay, but definitely not what we're used to lately right?" Because when all you listened to was nursery rhymes and the wireless for Gleny's show and quidditch sportscast, all new music was...new. He didn't hate it but Gideon definitely wasn't in a mood for music critique.

"You look fabulous by the way," Gideon smiled, stroking Gleny's wrist with his thumb.

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Fredrick!
[info]superbad
2008-10-30 05:49 am UTC (link)
She should really beat Fredrick for asking her to the ball so close to the date. Did he not know that Agatha was the worst shopper known to mankind, and therefore had to rush over to Ophelia and beg her to take her dress shopping? Not that her friend had to be begged (it seemed like all of her friends that were girls jumped at the chance to put makeup on her), but, still. Ophelia was newly engaged and had lots of things to attend to.

But, she did help her look pretty good, if Agatha could be so bold.

It hadn't occurred to her that Fredrick would never have seen Hogwarts, so she was glad that it was a night that was meant to be fun and beautiful instead of letting him lay sight on the dramatics that students could create. Agatha having been a part of that herself, she couldn't deny, and she was actually rather pleased with the fact that she was back in the Great Hall with no worries about ex-boyfriends or bitchy girls fighting for their attention.

"Do you dance?" she asked, looking up and purposely grazing his face with the feathers of her mask. She probably should have figured this out before.

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Re: Fredrick!
[info]fredricks
2008-10-31 04:51 am UTC (link)
It was the first time Fredrick had stepped foot in Hogwarts.

Literally everything caught his eye. It was so distracting. The floating pumpkins had made his jaw drop when he first walked through the door. The shear size of the place made him want go wander around it for days on end. The first time a suit of armor turned its head to look at him he almost let out a small scream (Hey, it was Halloween after all). Fredrick was used to magic, but he wasn't so used to it being infused and molded into every aspect of one place.

"Huh?" Fredrick asked. He had been staring up at the Great Hall's ceiling for the billionth time.

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Smeth!
[info]malengled
2008-10-31 01:48 am UTC (link)
Rachel was beginning to think this had been a really terrible idea.

It wasn't that Kirby Catchlove wasn't a perfect gentleman, or anything of the sort. It was more that she felt that she was a terrible date. Getting her feet wet socially had been something she was attempting to do since she slowly started piecing the train-wreck of her life together, but she never really got around to it. And while the dance was certainly a large social gathering, it wasn't the sort she was used to.

It was late, and Kirby had disappeared, albeit reluctantly until Rachel had assured him it would be okay if they ended their "date" early, and she was by herself in one of the more deserted corners of the room, feeling more as if she were strictly an observer, rather than somebody who was able to participate.

But it just felt wrong being here, as if she had some sort of unfinished business to attend to that was nagging at her. She lifted her hands to tie the ribbon 'round her mask again and observed the moving bodies on the dance floor and the congregations of people and felt an inexplicable sadness settle in her. It was late enough for her to duck out, wasn't it?

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~*~*~SMETCHEL~*~*~ HAS ARRIVED
[info]smethy
2008-10-31 07:46 am UTC (link)
Okay. So Smeth was a full-blooded male, and any full-blooded male would have been extraordinarily happy to have two, very hot dates on his arm, entering the year's most exciting and elegant event. The looks of envy and awe that had dawned on other fellow, full-blooded males were extremely gratifying, and Smeth couldn't help but puff out his chest and strut. Well, a little. It was any man's fantasy to enter with two beautiful ladies, kind of like the ultimate playboys he admired, Bruce Wayne and James Bond, respectively. However, he couldn't help but think about one Rachel Englewood. She had been on his mind for what seemed like awhile now... ever since their blowup over journals, and their avoidance around the hospital was not helping any.

However, when he had helped her down to the dispensary to find anti-potion for her potion-inflicted eyes, he had come to the realization that he missed her. He missed her a lot. He missed her making little lunches for him, the way she would meet him everyday in the lobby of St. Mungo's before work. He missed her sly smile, her laughter, the knowing way she looked at him whenever he cracked a deadpan joke.

He missed her a lot. Why didn't he realize this?

After drinking copious amounts of punch that Lydia kept passing him and Stefana, Smeth mumbled something about got up. He just... needed to move and walk around. Although chatting with two of his favorite patients were always fun, that "punch" made him want to get up and do something, anything. Also, he had discovered way too late that the drinks Lydia kept supplying were not, in fact, punch, but punch laced with an incredibly potent solution that made one's inhibitions drop, well, maybe he needed it.

He wandered around the edges of the dance floor for a bit, finishing the last of his "punch." He absently readjusted his mask as he set his empty cup on a table and his eyes focused on a lone figure in the corner. Almost without thinking, he strode the other way around, coming up from behind her. He wasn't thinking, the punch plus his mask made him braver (and more foolish) than he had ever felt in his entire life.

Wrapping an arm gently around Rachel's waist, the other on her arm, he leaned over her shoulder. "Hello, Rachel," he breathed in her ear.

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[info]brighten
2008-10-31 02:59 am UTC (link)
Brier was very glad to be out for the night. He'd taken Rory trick-or-treating (as a Gorilla, with the applicable political statement attached to the candy bag) earlier and was now enjoying a night out. It wasn't often that he got out, and it was a nice chance to see his little brother and make his parents babysit. It wasn't like Rory was hopped up on sugar and being a wild child - actually the kid had been asleep when Brier had dropped him off. His parents had still given him a huffy look, but he'd made plans to attend this weeks ago when it had been announced. So they couldn't make him feel bad for having them babysit their grandkid.

He was currently stationed by the drinks, having come without a date or any sort of prospect like it, Brier was just hoping to be noticed. By at least one girl who was out of Hogwarts at least - sixth years were nice and all but he definitely felt a bit creepy when they asked him to dance. He supposed he could ask someone to dance, but, well he couldn't really tell anyone apart with all the masks on. His was currently around his neck, because it made his face hot and sticky and it really wasn't practical at all to be drinking with it on.

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[info]maintains
2008-10-31 03:07 am UTC (link)
All right, perhaps Roderick Dearborn hadn't been able to take Aland to that wedding he'd wanted to go to, but he could at least come to this Halloween event for the other man ... even if it was something of a surprise.

He stood only mildly uncomfortably in his mask and scanned the room casually, lingering for the moment in the background like he was so very used to doing. While he didn't mind the shoes so much, the feathers on his mask were really starting to itch. The things he did for the people (person) he cared about. Hmph.

Honestly, getting the hair hadn't been easy. Aland had better be very pleased with him.

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[info]cheese_nammit
2008-11-02 11:43 pm UTC (link)
Aland really wasn't one for parties like this on Halloween. It was actually kind of weird, because the past few years he'd been the one to host a Halloween party, but this year he wasn't. Mostly because he was pretty sure no one would come. So Vivica had goaded him into coming to this one. He'd come with her and Sloan (there was no way he was calling him by his first name that was just stupid) and quickly branched off to himself.

He wasn't wearing a costume or mask - actually, he'd forgotten all about it until Vivica had shown up at his place, put him in some smart dress clothes and dragged him out. He would have to tease her about forgetting the mask, later. But now he was currently working his way through a cup of punch and standing at the back of the room while keeping his eye on some of the other occupants of the party. It wouldn't do to get caught in a blind corner with an Auror or Hit Wizard. He noticed a girl in a very white outfit and tried not to catch her eyes - with that mask on, who knew who she was? Or if she was here with anyone.

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Franklin!
[info]alongday
2008-10-31 03:33 am UTC (link)
Alice was standing on the very corner of the dance floor, pushing up on her tip toes with her hands clasped in front of her as she listened to the last song. W.O.A.R. had been her favorite band for the longest, and when she found out they were going to perform at the ball, she'd given Frank her best pouting lip and pleading gaze (and maybe some sex and cake--not at the same time! Although...) to get him to agree. It probably wouldn't have taken that much effort, but she really wanted to go!

She clapped enthusiastically as the song finished and the band took an intermission. Alice watched them leave, nearly losing her balance because of her heels (and almost blinded because of her mask, but finally she was able to pry her eyes off the stage and she hurried back to the table to find Frank, trying to maintain her smile. She really hadn't done anything exciting since their wedding, so--this was fun, very fun.

Feeling happier than she had in a while, Alice didn't hesitate on sitting down on Frank's knee, hands perched on her own in a flirty manner. "Having fun?"

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[info]__frankish
2008-10-31 05:35 am UTC (link)
This was great. Not only had Frank been able to recycle this old masquerade look from before (when exactly... he had no clue), but everyone seemed to be having a good time. Everyone seemed happy. Not to mention, Alice was happy. Which really, when put into comparison, he could really care less about everyone else just as long as his wife was having a pleasant enough time. He was nearly one-hundred precent positive that Alice was entitled to being happy for one night, especially with everything that had been happening lately.

And.. they got to see everyone. Really, just Ben. And James and Lily. And Sirius. And the rest of the Order that had been shipped up to Hogwarts for the time being (the Order house was heaven, except for when Dearborn was there, though that was rare these days). Everything was just... a refreshing distraction from the outside world. Yes, that was it. And Frank liked it.

"Yes," he responded with an enthusiastic head nod. Frank smiled, and turned his head slightly to watch Alice more carefully. Yep, still happy. Maybe he should hire W.O.A.R. to come to their house and perform every night... "I see you are," he continued, jiggling his legs playfully to bounce Alice.

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[info]partymonster
2008-10-31 04:24 am UTC (link)
Yes, Mark did just have his arrival announced as 'Maximilian Timber'. Yes, he was clothed. Yes, he'd come stag. No, he was not wearing a mask at the moment but he did have one tucked in a pocket of his dress robes for when he actually felt like mingling--which wasn't this very moment. Right now he wanted booze and Merlin, help him keep his pants on if it was free.

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[info]brighten
2008-11-03 03:34 pm UTC (link)
"I really wasn't expecting to see you here," Brier said, handing Mark a drink. He had debated coming over, because there was no reason he needed to talk to Mark; Agatha wasn't around, and he had no particular need to do so, but Brier just felt curious. Why had Mark come? A fancy party really didn't seem to be his kind of party, but Brier didn't want to presume to know anything about the guy. "Happy Halloween."

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Lucy?
[info]xenophilius
2008-10-31 04:31 am UTC (link)
Yes, there were lots of people looking at him, but who wouldn't be? Xenophilius looked quite snazzy leaning casually against the wall in his 1920's style yellow suit (you had to admit, muggles had some style in certain era's) and mask while waiting for Lucy to arrive. He suggested that she meet him there because it would be fun for them to try and find each other in the crowd of people. That was the point of the ball, right?

He scanned the crowd once more looking for her, but no one's mask yelled LUCY IS HERE to him, so he figured that he'd wait a little longer. He knew he'd be easy to find, but he was certainly trying his best to find her before she found him.

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[info]lucys
2008-10-31 07:34 am UTC (link)
So like, when you were going to a ball, you were supposed to be able to find people you wanted to dance with, right?

At least, that's what Lucy had thought. But even though she had been scouting out the room for Xenophilius the whole night, so far she'd had no luck finding him. It was a super sad dilemma, and she really hoped he'd turn up soon, because she didn't want to have to take off her pretty mask and start jumping around to get his attention, wherever he was.

Lucy walked backwards as she got up on her toes to gaze over the heads of the people dancing (to no avail--it wasn't easy being under five foot), until she felt her back bump into something warm and solid. Oh gosh, she fretted inwardly as she turned around to apologize. She should really watch where she was going more often, especially since people seemed to get irrationally mad at her when she was clumsy and--

"XENOPHILIUS LEOPOLD, I HAVE FOUND YOU!"

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[Rabastan]
[info]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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[info]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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[info]babyd
2008-10-31 06:14 am UTC (link)
Delana leaned against the wall, near the entrance. She slipped her right foot out of a high heel, wincing slightly and wriggling her toes about. Owww, those things bloody hurt! Her mask, it was elaborate, all feathers and pretty dangly things; she was in love with it, and had to resist the urge to take it off so she could gaze at it. Although the point of the mask, and this ball, was to not recognize the person talking to you, people had already come up to her. It was the hair, of course. It was always the hair.

She took a sip from the fruity punch she had procured from the table over yonder and observed the dance floor with interest. She had already seen her big brother and Dorcas, whom she nearly didn't recognized, because well, Dorcas was all dressed up! The Auror looked stunning when all dolled up, Delana made a mental note to tell Derek to pass on that message to Dorcas later. She only felt slightly disappointed that there were less boys offering to escort her to the ball than she had expected; of course, there was Heathcliff, but really, he was Heathcliff. So she had decided to go stag and play the field. Who knew so many Ministry workers were so young and cute! Of course, she had to check over her shoulder for Derek when she flirted with them, per usual.

She readjusted her mask and almost missed the person sidling up next to her. She turned to the girl and gave her a big grin. "Rosie!" she exclaimed warmly, to make herself heard over the music and the noise. "Where'd your dashing date run off to?"

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[info]rosies
2008-10-31 01:08 pm UTC (link)
Rosie had arrived with her date, who looked dashing as always. Even though it wasn't really a date, it still made her feel good because she was actually with a boy and not alone! The poor girl was ignorant of boys, she'd never even been kissed yet and she was 17 years old, sadly, so she knew she messed horribly throughout the night, making a fool of herself once in a while (which she honestly didn't mean to do!). Her heels weren't all that high, so her feet didn't hurt too terribly, even though she was barely accustomed to them. Her mask was just simple; white with a few beads and that was it. Nothing elaborate or too over the top or too non-Rosamund like.

Regardless, though, she was enjoying herself, actually! She was quite proud that she was actually having fun, dancing and talking and just letting go for once. Too bad balls didn't come all the time, she'd have more fun! Not that she wasn't fun, but it was easier to be fun here. After her date had wandered off (to which she really wasn't surprised), she looked around the room and spotted her best friend off in the corner. She knew it was Delana because of the hair, for one, and the mask. That mask screamed her, basically, so she walked up to her, quietly and just stood there for a second before she was noticed, and she smiled. "He left me!" she said, just as loudly because damn that music! "He must have wandered off to get something or something, either way." A nonchalant shrugged followed.

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[info]bigbrother
2008-10-31 06:21 am UTC (link)
Dreadful. Absolutely dreadful this was. Thorfinn couldn't believe that he'd been assigned this--a bloody Hogwarts ball! This task should have been put on the fresh outs or the sophomores at most. It certainly did not call for a bleeding senior hit wizard. Curse the Ministry and the cryptic language of their decrees.

</i>Protect the muggleborns.</i> Ha! Thorfinn knew the real meaning behind the new laws. They all did. Anyone who had brain should have known the truth to the segregation, but he doubted the filth could reason it out. Sheep after bloody sheep being led to slaughter. If only the Dark Lord's numbers were larger. He wouldn't have to stand there smelling their stench, hearing their frivolous prattle. He could kill them--box them in and cut their throats. The dark wizard's ears thirsted for silent screams.

But no. This was his post. On All Hallow's Eve he was tasked with shepherding the cattle. The Hit Wizards roamed the edges of the festivities--two of them incognito and rest donning the tell-tale puce robes. Another pair was tasked with roaming the halls and keeping the revelers contained. A final pair was at the doors to check-in wands and confiscate any undesirables. Thorfinn lurked near the Minister and kept a watchful eye; grinding his teeth as the beat of the peppy music bashed him about the head.

Merlin help whoever tread in his path.

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[info]headbitch
2008-11-01 04:18 am UTC (link)
Well, this had certainly been a mistake.

As she stepped gingerly around the edges of the crowd of ball attendees, one could immediately pick out the identity of Rhea Yaxley from her arrogantly upturned nose at the general atmosphere of the place. For something as classy as a masquerade ball, one would think that there would be standards as to who was allowed through the doors and not--but then, that's what she got for coming to any event held at Hogwarts. The place was practically a breeding ground for Great Britain's dirty and diseased population of mudbloods, and unfortunately it seemed that those same loathed group of citizens were the same ones making up the majority of the crowd tonight.

She crossed her arms tightly over her chest and sidestepped a tipsy teen who stumbled past her, scrunching up her nose. It took Rhea no time to make up her mind---Octavia could have all of the fun she wanted, but she would be leaving without a companion. This was terribly beneath her in all senses; there wasn't even anyone worth speaking to there.

Or---well, maybe that wasn't entirely true.

The moment the thought had crossed her mind, Rhea noticed a familiar face on the edge of the hall, a certain hitwizard who seemed rather amusingly agitated and out-of-place. It was Thorfinn Rowle, a relative acquaintance whom she knew from a different number of places, although she had probably only spoken to him twice in her life. He wasn't a particularly polite or gentle man, as men went, and she might not have bothered knowing his name if he weren't quite as handsome as he was. But as it were, maybe there was still a shard of hope left for this night in the form of pureblood society's resident crazy.

Untying her mask--they were honestly the stupidest things--, Rhea made up her mind and stepped up beside him. "Don't look too elated to be here, darling."

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Chandler!
[info]darlingwendy
2008-10-31 09:11 pm UTC (link)
Wendy was a little bit lost.

She wasn't entirely concerned, because she had little trouble striking up conversations with the other wandering souls around her, and the masks really made everything more exciting. But she was still separated from the few of the teammates she had come with, and Wendy would be lying if she said she wasn't a little bit tipsy. Not so much that she was staggering around, unable to form words, so much as she was a little bit more Wendy than she was normally.

She bumped into someone rather hard, and prayed that there was no drink in the hand she just jostled, because then she'd feel even more sorry, and she was wearing white (probably not a good idea, knowing how much of a klutz she had the potential to be), so they were all liable to be really unhappy.

"Ohh, I'm sorry!"

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[info]thelibrarian
2008-11-02 05:48 pm UTC (link)
Chandler Midgen was very good at being awkward.

It was probably the only thing he was very good at, besides reading and organizing. It didn't matter the situation, he could even be sitting down in a room by himself, and a person would still find something strangely off about the fellow, but would kindly pronounce it as simply awkward.

He didn't really mean to be, it was just how Chandler Midgen was.

There was a drink in the hand that the woman in white just jostled, and fortunately it didn't get anywhere on her dress. Unfortunately for Chandler, the entirely of the glass poured down his front. He looked down at the moist shirt through the eyes of his mask and frowned, letting out a breath from his nose before turning away to head toward the bathrooms or--something, a table with napkins, because whoever thought about taking the guests' wands away clearly did not think about catastrophes such as this.

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[info]dorcasm_
2008-10-31 11:08 pm UTC (link)
Dorcas did not like dressing up. She hated the whole idea of shopping for dresses, putting your feet in shoes that would render you limping by the end of the night, and caking strange things on her face. However, she must have been girlier than she had thought, for when she heard of the ball, she really, really, really wanted to go. She had headed to the castle early to get ready and visit her favorite baby cousin the wide world, and they had enjoyed a walk around the castle, regaling favorite memories and places. That walk had taken more time than she had thought, so she really had to rush to get ready, with some greatly appreciated help from Lily. However, she had to admit, the result wasn't that bad. She had to admit, that she cleaned up well.

She had lost Derek, but in this sea of masks, it was probably inevitable. She figured that she could take off her mask, so that Derek could find her, but she had a mission.

Yes, Dorcas was on a mission.

Her good friend Sturgis had been busy, busy, busy, and while she was an advocate of hard work, she believed that too much work did a person bad. It took a lot of pleading for him to show up; she was afraid that she would have had to go to his house and drag him out personally. So she had smuggled in firewhisky, and laced it with Sturgis's punch, careful not to make the strong taste immediately obvious. Presently, he began loosening up, as she knew he would.

Biting back a triumphant laugh, Dorcas stirred Sturgis around the edge of the dance floor, where she spotted a lone woman. Even with the mask, she could tell that the woman was very pretty. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, and calculated for a moment.

SHOVE!

With a push, she sent Sturgis stumbling towards the mystery woman, and quick as a whip, Dorcas stepped back into a nearby crowd of people waiting for refreshments. Oh yeah, she was convinced that she did good.

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[info]incharge
2008-10-31 11:58 pm UTC (link)
Octavia really hadn't been lying when she said that she had every intention of being the best dressed at the ball. It was a bold look, perhaps, but she thought she did look incredibly smashing. The glare Gabriel had received from her upon viewing his dress was subtle, yet deadly, and she brushed off any of the hastily mutter "didn't want to outshine you" remarks he gave her. It was all very well, because he disappeared after some time, and she found that despicable Kirby Catchlove. Which led to some rather brash behavior in a deserted classroom, which led to a very explosive fight, which led to her washing her hands of him completely.

Because she felt she had to, she spent approximately thirty seconds scanning the crowd for Gabriel, but did not find him and decided he really was not worth the effort if he wasn't going to be an attentive date. Octavia was in the process of deciding if there were truly anything salvageable to keep her here when she was smacked into from behind, causing her to stagger forward a few steps.

"Well," she snapped, straightening and brushing off her robes, "I think someone's had a bit too much to drink."

Honestly, though, didn't anybody watch where they were going?

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Gretaaaaaa.
[info]roadkiller
2008-10-31 11:19 pm UTC (link)
Walden had spotted the lovely silhouette of a brunette storming off away from some dark-haired bloke and his blond bimbo. At first he hadn't thought twice about it, but considering that he had come here alone and he supposed that it would probably be more convincing that he had come here of his own will if he chatted up someone... he half-jogged over to where she was stalking off to, adjusting his mask.

Right, now what? It wasn't as if he spent much of his spare time flirting - in truth, he spent most of his spare time with the Death Eaters or working extra hours at the Ministry to get his dream job.

And when he didn't have those things to do? Torturing small animals (including Ralph Merridew) worked too. Snagging a glass of punch off the nearby tray, he tapped Greta lightly on the shoulder.

"You look as if you could use a drink." Or five.

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[info]catchthislove
2008-10-31 11:24 pm UTC (link)
Greta was so mad she could spit. Well, no, actually, she could do a lot more than that, but that was the saying, wasn't it? Being so mad, one could spit.

And she had just had enough. Daisy could stand there and tell off that idiot Tilden as much as she wanted, but Greta had better things to do than hear any more drivel that was coming out of that man's treacherous mouth.

What really made her mad, though, was that she should have seen it coming, and she didn't. And Greta hated it when that happened, because she knew she knew better. But that was all behind her, right?

She felt a tap on her shoulder, turning around to see Walden Macnair and punch.

Yes. That was definitely all behind her.

"Has anyone ever told you that you resemble a knight on a white horse?" she asked, accepting the glass.

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[info]notmistletoe
2008-11-02 07:59 pm UTC (link)
Holly was a teeny bit late. But, honestly, wasn't that the best way to show up to a party? That way you're not awkwardly standing around, waiting for the next person to come in so you can just jump on them because you're so desperately bored and, oh, bother, she'd shown up late and she felt like that anyway. She'd been standing near the entrance for six minutes and nothing had happened yet!

She clicked her little heels on the ground impatiently, but the room was loud enough that she couldn't hear the noise. Maybe she should go find Kobe? Hm! That seemed like a cop out. This was an opportunity to meet new, interesting people! People who weren't students. People who--

The punch bowl was probably the best place to head, Holly decided. Adjusting her mask slightly, he headed over to the most colorful bowl she could find.

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