June 1st - June 19th
It's almost summer! The last few weeks of school have come, and students will need to study hard for their final exams! Don't let up yet, or your grades won't be what you want them to. Of course, the weather is almost perfect and pristine, in attempts to lure students away from their studies.
((ooc- just Erica for now... Mark and Link later!))
Erica walked down to the Great Hall on slightly unbalanced feet. This was probably only the fifth time in her entire life that she’d worn any form of heels, and not only were they killing her feet but she wasn’t very steady with them on. She had half a mind to go back to her dorm, get her broom, and fly down through the window! At least it would save her from tripping down the stairs. Surprisingly enough to her, however, she made it down to the Great Hall in one piece.
Yet as she stood there in the doorway, looking at everybody laughing, talking, and dancing with their groups of friends and dates, she realized how completely and utterly out of place she was. Erica was the very definition of a bookworm, you see, and for the past six and a half years she had lived a life very similar to that of a hermit. Yes, she had a few friends, but most of the people she knew only through classes and probably would associate her with an acquaintance before they would a friend. She was amiable, funny, and quite pretty when she wanted to be, but she spent the vast majority of her time reading or writing that she never really let those qualities show.
This was her year to change, however. She had branched out, and by some brilliant stroke of luck (with a little skill, she had to admit), she had made the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team as a chaser. How thrilled she had been, as this had also made her a few friends from her house, both younger and her own age. She was branching out this year, yes, and that couldn’t have been demonstrated more clearly than this dance. This was the first Valentines dance that Erica had attended in all seven of her Hogwarts years.
And it was only as she stood in the doorway that she remembered why she hadn’t come to one of them before: she didn’t have anybody to hang out with. She felt odd going up and just ‘inviting’ herself to a group, but wondered how long she could stand there, alone, watching everybody else. Maybe if she tried to look like she did this sort of thing every day, then somebody might approach her. Maybe she’d approach someone else, mingle, and do what normal teenage girls did! For crying out loud, why were social situations so difficult for her?
Taking a step towards the punch bowl, Erica felt more than a little restricted in the dress she had chosen. She had owned it for three years, yet she had never worn it before, and since she hadn’t grown in those three years it still fit her. She had planned to wear it at her fourth year Valentines Ball, but she and her “boyfriend” had broken up just days before and she had spent the night in her dorm instead. She never seemed to last in relationships… perhaps it was a slight fear of commitment that went along with her uncertainty about her own future. Whatever the reason was, she wished that she could break her losing streak with guys. She hadn’t even had a date in the past two years, it was actually becoming quite pathetic. Maybe tonight things would change.
After all, she *was* in a dress! Erica never wore dresses, and so this was quite the event. Her mother had picked it out for her, and though she despised the color pink she had to admit that it went well with her dark brown hair, deep chocolate eyes, and somewhat tan complexion. Complimenting her in every way, it was light pink in color, very simple, coming down to just above the floor and showing the bottom of her heels. It was a little form-fitting, which she was completely self-conscience about, but as she had looked in the mirror before coming downstairs she had to admit that she hadn’t looked this good in a long while. Her dark brown hair was curled slightly at the bottoms, and her layers showed through wonderfully as they fell onto her shoulders.
So there she stood, in a pink dress, wondering what had possessed her to come down from her dorm that night. She poured herself some punch, smiled to a nearby bystander, and pensively sipped at her drink as she surveyed the crowd. Maybe she would retire early after all…
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!
The urge to yawn passed over Puck as she stood beside the wall in the Great Hall, at a complete loss as to what course of action she should take next. She could either stay against the wall, start dancing, or linger by the punch in hopes that someone nice would come over and ask her to dance. Or she could always spike the punch. Puck almost always was the one to spike the drinks at these school functions, if only because it was incredibly entertaining to watch your younger friends become tipsy, because they didn't recognize the symptoms. Even her older friends could be rip roaring drunk and not even realize it. Puck smiled at the thought, supposing that she might not want to spike the punch this year... Generally, at parties and such, it was easy to keep the alcohol out of the hands of little children, and Puck wasn't sure she wanted to deal with snot nosed drunkards. Maybe if someone wanted to aid her in her efforts she might give in... Maybe someone like Fefe.
Before Puck could glance around for her rambunctious friend, she was accosted by someone rather short.
"Happy Valentines Day, Puck!" Breena said with enthusiasm. "Waiting for your date?"
A date. Hah. Puck forced a grin, "Happy V-Day." She returned as pleasantly as she could manage. "And no, I'm afraid I'm dateless this year... Or every year I guess," She laughed slightly, admiring Breena's dress for a moment before turning her gaze to the dance floor. In truth, she usually attended these things with a guy friend, but now there weren't even guy friends she could come with. With Ashton it was... Well. Simply out of bounds now, and the same went for Devon. And for Tucker, things seemed to be rolling along just fine with Cory and Puck didn't want to be a wet blanket by asking him to come with her when he clearly had much better things to do. Ashton. Merlin. It was going to be weird to see him in a setting like this. It was true that their whole situation had been weird, and that he was supposed to be a transition guy for her, but mishaps like this bothered her. She and Ashton were fairly close, she liked to think, and one would think that if a relationship couldn't work with someone you were close with--then who could it work with?
I'm going to end up a spinster... Puck thought absentmindedly before looking back at Breena, "How about you? Waiting for a date, or too determined to be a wicked flirt?" She smiled down at the younger girl, knowing very well that things like that started at an early age. Puck remembered when she was Breena's age. Her affections had flitted back and forth from guy to guy, with no real foundation for anything at all. She had been one of those loud girls who ran with the boys but managed to flirt with them at the same time. Now? Puck was afraid that her flirting skills had been brutally murdered. Why else would she have so much trouble keeping someone close to her? She was like Teflon. Nothing and no one seemed to stick to her for long. Was that abnormal for someone her age? She hoped not, but from what she had heard from her Mum, guys had stuck to her like flies on fly paper. How had Puck wound out the exact opposite of that?
"Nice punch by the way." Puck was referring to the incident a little while ago where Breena and an older student named Jade had gotten into a bit of a fight. Puck, naturally, had sit back and watched the events unfold. There was almost nothing to be gained by stopping a premature fight, she felt. Mostly because the tempers wouldn't be quelled by splitting things up, and the students would most likely just fight later, when you weren't around to stop it before it became a serious situation. The way things had unfolded, they had both gotten their nasty little comments and punches in before Dion had broken them up.
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Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!
Slowly dragging his feet as he shuffled down the stairs, Connor was hoping that no one would notice his dateless arm. Not really taking notice of the people laughing and enjoying themselves as he passed, his eyes always managed to draw themselves down to his stiffly pressed tux. Thinking back to how he had managed to obtain it, a feeling of hopelessness swamped over him again. Not only was he dateless, but he had never dressed up so formally in his life. Wondering why he had even decided to come to one of the school functions, when he never had in the past, he straitened his jacket instinctively, completely unaware that his "straitening" was adding more wrinkles. He wasn't even sure that the shiny black bow tie around his neck was tied correctly!
With half a mind to run back to his dorm, an image of his father appeared in his mind. Almost as if it was a reflex, his face pulled itself into a wince. He knew what everyone who had seen him so far tonight would think: Look at Connor, a Slytherin wanting to go hide like a little child. Some prefect...some pureblood... With a slightly more upbeat *sigh*, Connor hastily straightened his jacket again, and made sure that the silky vest underneath was laying flat against his stomach. Making an attempt to straiten his posture, he walked down the last flight of stairs, and came to a halt just outside the doorway to the Great Hall.
Looking into the Great Hall, Connor chose to attempt to hide his feelings of in superiority and hopelessness, and examine his surroundings thoroughly. One glance told him what he has suspected, but dreaded at the same time: there was way too much pink. Along with the overwhelming amount of his least favorite color, there were many happy couples laughing as they danced to the music, and a handful of people lingering around the punch bowl. Wishing yet again that he had managed to find a date, and completely oblivious to the fact that many of those around the punch bowl seemed to be dateless, Connor slipped inside and found a nice, slightly secluded section of the Great Hall. In the back, and out of the way. The perfect place to stay unnoticed.
Content with his new observation post, he returned to watching the dancers. With a grin he came to a new realization: At least i can dance better than those mud bloods...he looks like he's almost stepping on her feet intentionally, and he's fairly accurate too... His view of the dancers momentarily obstructed by a passing couple, he almost laughed at his stupidity. He was the one standing in a corner with no date...it's not like anyone would end up seeing him dance due to his current situation. Realizing his stupidity he put on a stony face and resumed his watch of the dancers, this time without critiquing them.
((ooc: ouch...it's been too long since I’ve posted...I hope that wasn't too painful to read ^_^ ))
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Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!
Fyora had decided she wasn't going anywhere near the stupid ball. Just the idea of everyone being all coupley and lovey-dovey and sickening with each other made her cringe. Not that she was cynical about romance or anything, she could just do without all that, thank you very much. Especially after the way she'd behaved in front of Ashton while under the effects of the love potion, at any rate. She and the 6th year had always got on very well together, and, if she were honest with herself, she'd always found him more than a little attractive. But as far as she was concerned, there was no reason whatsoever that he would show even the slightest interest in a tomboyish Chaser, except as a mate. And after the events of the other week, she couldn't imagine why he'd even want that anymore. She was such a moron.
So instead she'd decided to hide out in the Quidditch stadium until everyone was safely inside the Great Hall, then sneak up to the dormitory and fall asleep until this whole daft day was over. Hearts and flowers and mushy crap like that. Who needed it?
However, flying circuits of the Quidditch pitch on your own did seem to lose its appeal after a while. All she could think of was everyone dressed up in their finery, dancing, laughing and having a good time. Yeah, so there would be couples, but plenty of her friends were going stag, so she wouldn't be alone. Maybe she could hunt down Puck and Fefe and join in with whatever mischief making they were planning for the evening. Or at the very least, hover round and hope someone would ask her to dance. All whilst avoiding Ashton, of course.
Half an hour later, Fyora was standing in front of the mirror in the dormitory, ironing out her curls with the Sleekeazy's hair potion her grandmother had bought her for Christmas. She had to admit that it had made quite a difference, turning her usually unruly mass of curls into a sleek, straight sheet of blonde hair that fell to just below her shoulder blades and shimmered in the light. Her knee-length dress was made of black velvet, had a plunging v-shaped neckline and a delicate velvet rosebud pinned to the shoulder. A touch of make up, and she was ready to go, feeling as if someone was playing Beethoven's 5th on her stomach.
Arriving late, she found the Great Hall already quite full. This couldn't have worked out better, as it meant there were plenty of people to lose herself in. She began walking through the crowds of milling students hunting for some of her friends, all the while keeping a look out for a certain Hufflepuff 6th year. Not that she wanted to find him, of course. Honestly she didn't.
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!fe·maleadj.: 1. Characteristic of or appropriate to this sex; feminine. 2. Scary as hell. 3. A species that renders everyone around them into complete and utter confusion. 4. Deadly in every way possible. Avoid at all costs lest you wish to be eaten alive.
So it was the dictionary of Ashton David Singer. What difference did it make? All he knew was that females were confusing, scary, and best left alone. How was he planning on doing it that night of February the fourteenth? Was it even possible? No. Absolutely not. Valentines Day was famed for kissing, canoodling, necking, cuddling, snogging, whatever you wanted to call it. At a function like a Valentines Ball, in such a society as the one that unfortunate Ashton lived in, male asked female to dance. Just like male preying mantis asked female preying mantis to bite it's head off so they could mate and have more baby preying mantises. If they were lucky they would be born female. Thank god society wasn't quite like that. But then again thought of walking up to a girl and asking her to fox trot with him across the floor of the Great Hall wasn't very appealing.
Needless to say, Ashton hadn't quite recovered mentally from his most recent "thing" with Puck. He wasn't stuck on her, no, but he was confused as hell. Why hadn't things worked out? Didn't they always say that the best relationships came from being friends first? Maybe he and Puck just really didn't have the right chemistry. They could be friends, but on an intimate scale, things just weren't meant to be. Especially when you set her on your younger brother with love potion. Honestly. What had he been thinking? The whole love potion experience, while extremely amusing, had been quite the disaster. He ended up having a mutual break up with Puck, and then he had Fyora fawning all over him. The unfortunate thing about that part was that he had liked it! It opened up his eyes to a new window of opportunity. Having Fyora act as if she had feelings for him made Ashton think about the possibility of actually dating her. But then the love potion ended, and Fyora seemed to be extremely embarrassed. Meaning she probably had absolutely no feelings for Ashton.
Which sucked.
Now. After all that back story, how did Ashton end up in a tux with shiny shoes on AT the Valentines Day Ball? Perhaps it was out of morbid interest. Or because he didn't want to lock himself away in his dormitory all alone on his 17th birthday. Yes, Ashton had been cursed to be born on Valentines Day. Happy, happy, joy, joy. If only he could have stayed in the womb one more day. Then he wouldn't have to be called a "Love Child," only with a completely different meaning than the technical term. If only Ashton had known that at the ball, two females were already avoiding him. Puck for one, and Fyora for the other. Ashton, on the other hand, would be keeping his eyes peeled for Fyora. Secretly, he wanted to ask her to dance. But that was only secretly. No one would ever, ever have to know that he for the slightest second wanted to engage in ballroom dancing.
Already, Ashton had begun to shed his layers. He made his appearance in a dress jacket, but had already taken that off and abandoned it on one of the many coat hangers by the door. As he wandered aimlessly, scanning the crowd of students for someone he knew, he unbuttoned the top of his shirt, and unsnapped his cuffs. He just couldn't stand the feeling of everything being so...tight. Looking spiffy and neat was one thing. He just didn't like to do so in a tuxedo.
Ashton finally caught sight of someone familiar. Puck. She was on the wall talking to a first year girl in her house. Stopping dead in his tracks, Ashton turned on his heel to stride away and look in a different direction. As he started toward his new and unknown destination, however, he ploughed right into a girl with sleek blonde hair with enough force to push her off balance. Oh god. It was...
"Fyora?" Ashton gasped, cursing himself for trying to flee from Puck. If he had been calm and collected, this certainly wouldn't have happened. "Merlin, I'm sorry..." Ashton gave Fyora a quick once over, and then another, admiring how she'd fixed herself up. Man, she looked incredible! Feeling his cheeks heat up, he grinned sheepishly, hoping she would say something to break his completely awkward feelings away.
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Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!What the hell are you doing here? Fyora asked herself for at least the fifth time that evening as she meandered through the people milling around the Great Hall, searching for Alex or Fefe or just someone she could stop and chat with. Or preferably hide away in a corner with to stop herself being seen by Ashton. She was yet to spot him, and didn't much fancy doing so any time soon. She felt unbelievably self-conscious in her shoes - living in trainers as she did, she wasn't used to her heels being 3 inches higher off the ground than usual, and was utterly convinced that she was about to fall off them.
Finally she spotted Puck leaning against a nearby wall, chatting to a young Gryffindor Fyora knew by sight but not name. She began to make her way over to the girl when something, or rather, someone, got in her way. Said someone, who seemed to be heading in the opposite direction far quicker than was surely necessary, collided with her, sending her flying into a nearby seventh-year Ravenclaw who thankfully caught her before she ended up flat on the floor.
Righting herself, mumbling a hurried apology to the Ravenclaw and feeling very relieved that she was wearing enough foundation to hide the burning red of her cheeks, she looked up to see who had charged into her, prepared to give them an ear-bashing for being so clumsy. But the words died in her throat. The one person she'd been trying to avoid all evening had run straight into her. Murphy's Law...
"Fyora? Merlin, I'm sorry..."
Fyora straightened her dress before looking back at Ashton, prepared to be annoyed with him for running into her, but catching his eye she could see that he too was very embarrassed. And grinning sheepishly. He had such a cute grin. Fyora's eyes flicked over Ashton, taking in his casual version of the formalwear he had obviously started out in. He looked damn good, there was no denying it.
"Er, I'm.. I'm fine," she stammered, hoping he'd think it was caused by the shock of him running into her and not the fact that she was severely nervous being around him. "Just a knock - I've had worse off a bludger. I’m not very good on these things either,” she said, indicating her shoes, “which doesn’t help much!" She gave a small laugh and met his gaze again, hoping to goodness he'd laugh back and not think her a total idiot.
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Aly stood in front of the mirror grimacing at herself. She was convinced she looked hideous. Normally she wouldn't give a damn but tonight was special, even if she was dateless. It wasn't really surprising, she had been totally unsocial since school began, more intent on grades than friendship, something she was now beginning to regret. The only reason she was going to this whole thing was Lucian. He had written back to her moaning about the ball to insist she went. So she was.
Her eyes were dark, as usual, making her normally brown eyes seem black. The kohl was in a dark ring around her eyes and hopefully did not make her seem exhausted. Her lips were the usual red, with a little gloss put on them. Instead of the normal skulls and spikes in her ears she had replaced them with dangly earrings with skulls and spikes on them. So much of a difference. Her eyebrow piercing was a bright silver, charmed to make it flash a bit when she moved.
The only thing she liked about her whole outfit was her dress. It was gorgeous and completely her. She had begged her mother to get her a suitable dress but she had demurred. Aly had just been writing an indignant and hopeless letter back when an owl had flown in, delivering a letter from Luce. It explained that he had been there when Wynne had read the letter from her and he had immediately commanded her to not shift to looking for a dress. She had protested on behalf of her beloved daughter, Siani joining the fight, exclaiming over it being Aly's first ball. Lucian had shut them both up and set off to find a dress for her by himself. The last line in the letter told her that her family did not even know what the dress looked like. Aly loved that man.
She stroked the ribbon of the dress. The grey satin criss-crossed down the front, ending at the bottom of the waist in a bow. The skirt was messy and different lengths, with bits of chiffon hanging off it. A bit informal, perhaps, compared to the intricate and beautiful dresses other girls were wearing, but Aly loved it. Her hair was not up, it was too short for that. Instead she had spent 5 minutes with Sleekeazy's Hair Potion making her hair slick and falling over her face in just the right place to produce an effect of coyness.
Finishing her appraisal, Aly turned on slightly unsteady feet. She was a quick learner, especially when it came to balance, but high heels were not something she was practiced with. The black heels were not too high, just enough to dissuade her should she feel like taking a run. She pouted at the mirror one more time before walking out the door.
Coming into the hall she kept her head down, more out of dislike of the noise than any embarrassment. Although she had taken a spectacular spill out in the corridor. There had been quite a few people around but nobody had laughed, too much. She brought her head up a moment to sweep her gaze around the hall, wondering what the hell she was doing there. She saw other seemingly dateless people hanging around the punch bowl but did not feel any great affection towards joining them and placing herself in a group.
Spotting a dark place she headed towards it, unaware there was someone else there. Coming to it she stopped short. So there was another person disliking all the hype and dancing. She forgot her manners (did she ever have any?) and stared at the boy.
He was taller than her. Not very interesting perhaps but it was the first thing she noticed about him. He had brown? black? dark hair anyway. His eyes were a grey sort of colour and were at the moment facing away from her. He was also black. Not black, Aly soon amended, just darker than her. Since her skin was very pale, that was hardly an achievement.
He seemed very stiff and his face held no expression that Aly could see. He was very good at being stone, she admitted. Much better than her.
She was trying to keep a straight face but she feared she couldn't the stop disappointment displaying on her face. She had no doubt she was going to stay single for unlike this normal looking boy in front of her she was weird. She looked funny, too dark for normal guys. She scared them away. She didn't want to be single the rest of her life but neither did she want to give up what she enjoyed to conform to the norms.
Aly sighed. That was neither here nor there. What was important was that she stopped staring at this boy and say something. Or leave. That, however, was rude, and she had better manners than that. She would attempt civil conversation.
"Hi," she said abrubtly, rather surprising herself. She hadn't meant to talk yet. Still, since she had started she might well continue. "Are you waiting for someone? I'm Aleandra Pryce," she added.
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Ashton wanted to kick himself for being such an idiot. How could he have not been watching where he was going? Plowing right into Fyora, nearly knocking her off of her feet! He had made her fall into the arms of a seventh year, that was for sure. Congratulations, Ashton. You win the award for chief git of the century. All on Valentines Day AND his birthday.
Oh Merlin. As Fyora straightened herself up and turned toward him, it looked like she was mad. What if she was so upset that she would just slug him in the face?! No. Fyora wasn't the violent type. And besides that, she was far too nice to give him a good right hook. There was still hope for his survival! And his face, apparently. Suddenly, however, her face softened, and she seemed to be more embarrassed than furious that Ashton had nearly bowled her into the next millenium. Phew. He didn't want to bump elbows, step on feet, or rub anyone wrong that night. He just wanted to get through it with the least amount of drama as possible. For once he hadn't plotted any trouble to cause, or any mischief to make. He needed a crew to do that, and as of late, he hadn't discussed much with his said "crew." He hadn't talked much to anyone at all. Who was there to talk to?
"Er, I'm.. I'm fine," Fyora stammered in response. Despite the whole situation, Ashton smiled slightly. Fyora looked cute when she was flustered. Wait...no...not cute! Girls were not cute! They were devils from bloody hell! They always had secret agendas, and you could never trust them! No trust! But somehow Fyora looked too innocent, too sweet... She just seemed above all of that. That's what they all want you to think, smart one, Ashton told himself forcefully. "Just a knock - I've had worse off a bludger. I’m not very good on these things either, which doesn’t help much!" Fyora said with a laugh, motioning toward her shoes. Ashton abandoned his current thoughts to laugh along with Fyora, looking at the wicked heels she was sporting for the night.
"I figure that some bloke made high heels up as a midieval torture device, but apparently they're stylish so..." Ashton joked, trailing off. Suddenly he felt very awkward. Here he was, conversing with Fyora at the Valentines Day Ball. He couldn't just stand there and talk to her! She would end up going back to her friends and tell them how he gypped her by not even asking for a dance. Merlin, he knew there was a reason that dances were more trouble than they were worth. There were so many expectations. Usually rising to these expectations wasn't a problem. Ashton was trained when it came to handing social situations like balls, asking girls to dance and leading them skillfully around the dance floor. Had had had fun doing so at the Halloween Masque! But that's because no one knew who he was. He had a hidden identity. Now he was just Ashton.
Well, dad taught me the essentials...and then a lot more than that. Just go with it, Ashton told himself. As much as he hated his father, he did teach Ashton about social engagements. Be suave. Kind. Flattering. Compliment genuinely and often. Gently lead, but with control, arms held firm. No limp noodles! Now how come his father hadn't taught him to handle courting females that he was actually intersted in?
Wait, WAS he interested in Fyora? Oh man. This added a whole new aspect to everything.
Be suave. Motto for life. Pulling himself together, Ashton regained his composure. "So, can I make up for my clumsiness with uh... a dance?" He asked, offering his hand out to Fyora. Now, that would have been perfect if he hadn't stuttered in the middle! But how could he not? Bloody social engagements...
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After watching the dancers for a while, Connor hadn't realized that his thoughts were tending to shift back to the girl he had seen in the Great Hall a few days back. Recalling how her long black hair had hung down around her torso, loosely swaying with every step, he had a sudden image of those blue eyes looking into his face. His thoughts consuming his common sense, a slight blush crept into his olive skin, and he looked down. Remembering that her name was Blaire, he had the pleasure of remembering her "friend" as well. Connor wasn't able to remember his name, but he thought that it might start with "J". All he knew was that Blaire was something special. She was a pureblood like him, and all he could ever wish for in a girl.
After losing himself in thoughts about the perfect girl, Connor realized how stupid he must look, standing here staring glazy eyed into space. Making a half-hearted attempt to pull himself out of his bachelor misery, he gave another sweeping glance at the room. Watching all of the couples having a good time with each other, he realized how stupid he must look, standing here in the shadows, with no one nearby, watching everyone intently. Deciding that he would rather be sitting in the common room like a loser all night, then be here when Blaire showed up with her boyfriend. Making an indecisive move out of the shadows, Connor was halfway into the light when one of his favorite songs started.
Instantly coming to a complete stop, Connor had the urge to stay for a little bit longer. It was Valentine's Day, and this was his favorite song after all, why not stay for just a little bit longer. Have one or two dances with someone, listen to the music, and maybe look like he's having fun when Blaire shows up. Accepting that he had a plan, Connor took a step back so he was slightly hidden by the shadows, just in case Blaire showed up early, and turned back around to watch the dancers some more.
Connor calmly remained at his observation post throughout the rest of the song, finding to his dismay that most of the people who looked single were Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws. Not willing to be denied by another girl because of his house, he continued to stand there awkwardly just watching. Not immediately realizing that he had company, his gaze didn't vary much. Except for the occasional glance to see if Blaire had arrived yet, he remained hypnotized by the dancers.
After it had come to his attention that there was someone standing not too far away from him, and that his or her eyes were looking his way, Connor hadn't had time to examine his spectator before he heard a rather abrupt, "Hi."
Turning rather quickly to face the girl standing there, he hadn't had time to see more than her black hair and flowing grey satin dress, before she quickly added, "Are you waiting for someone? I'm Aleandra Pryce."
Getting over the shock of someone talking to him, he realized that he was standing there stupidly. Taking a good look at her, Connor noticed that her dangling earrings had tiny skulls and spikes on them. A piercing on her eyebrow glittered a bit more than was normal for metal, and her eyes were lined in some dark black substance. Having very little concern about female make-up, Connor would have wrongly guessed that it was mascara if asked. His eyes slowly moving down her figure, they next registered the strong shoulders as ones belonging to a quidditch player or some other athlete. The dress was so sleek and flowing, that he seemed to slide right down the lace up feature on the front, just by looking at it. Glancing up at her face once more, he was instantly drawn to her dark hair. Thinking of Blaire's black hair, and how it hung around her face, it finally registered to him that she had asked him a question.
Not "she", her name was "Aleandra", he told himself quickly. Not wanting to cause an awkward silence, Connor heard himself say, "Hi", back to her. Completely skipping over the first half of her question, he added "I'm Connor Nowlin, but you can just call me Connor...I mean, i hope that would be obvious...not that I wouldn't want you to call me by my full name or anything, but..." Realizing that he was making a complete fool of himself, he decided to stop that sentence, and hope that she wouldn't think that he was some nervous guy that couldn't talk to girls.
In the instant silence that came after his stumbling comment, Connor reflected on her original question. Was he waiting for anyone? He couldn't exactly tell her that he was waiting for some girl that had a boyfriend, but he wanted to see. She would think he was a stalker, and more of a loser then she probably already envisioned him as. Realizing yet again that he should probably say something so his last comment wouldn't sound so stupid, Connor hastily added, "So, are you enjoying Valentine's Day?"
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When she finally got his attention, the boy looked at her hard. She felt uncomfortable under such scrutiny and wiggled slightly, her habit. She watched him look her up and down and her eyes narrowed. Was he checking her out? She didn't really know wha to do, or even think. She wasn't cut out for social occassions. Just someone looking at her was getting her flustered. What was wrong with her? She was losing her cool, getting nervous and feeling the urge to blush. Why? There was no reason for her to blush, yet her cheeks were burning. Hopefully they hadn't yet turned red, for that would be something worth blushing about, as strange as that notion was.
"Hi". So he was alive. Not mute, then. Aly felt herself crack a grin in relief, he sounded as strange as she had. Her grin widened as he introduced himself. So she wasn't the only one who could make a fool of herself. That made her feel more at ease. "Hi, Connor. You can call me Aly if ya want, or you could keep calling me Aleandra." Her eyes twinkled, probably unnoticably through all her makeup.
His last question caught her a bit off guard. Sure, it was the standard question for such a thing, and she should have prepared for it, but she hadn't. Now she was going to stammer out something stupid and nonsensical or just blurt out her whole life story. "Ah...no, actually. It sucks. I'm dateless, know absolutely no one and I'm a crap dancer. How's it going for you?" Blunt. Good tactic for her, it came naturally. Hopefully it didn't scare away what was looking like her only distraction for the night.
[ooc: sorry, that post sucked, I'm in pain right now so yeah...]
Blaire wondered herself into the great doors of the great hall and was taken back by the loveliness of the pink and red array of decorations. She paused and admired it all for a moment as she smoothed he hands over he sides. Valentine’s Day had always been a fun occasion for her, and she had never really had problems in the dating department. Every year she had managed to find some guy to drag along with her, so every February the 14th served as a time she seemed to be more delightfully cute and flirty than usual.Which was a nice break from her recent streak of a rather bleak and morbid mood.
Her attire was typically simple and classy, with a light, black dress that had a ribbon tied around her waste. It had been one of the many gifts she had gotten from her father, and it had been ordered from one of Blaire’s favourite and dearly missed places in France, Annabel’s Wizard Shoppe of Couture. The dress covered her in all the right places, and yet boastered her thin body, itty bitty waste, sharp collar bone, and long, smooth legs. Accordingly, she wore a pair of black no-too-high heels, expensive diamonds earnings her father had bought for her for valentines, and a silver necklace and bracelet.
The time she had spent preparing for the ball had been hours, but it had been worth the time. Every bit of her appearance had been manipulated to perfection, from the light curls in her raven hair to her shiny, clean, French manicured nails. Though she put effort in the way she looked everyday, tonight’s extra effort had its stunning and appealing result, and her confidence had risen consequently.
Her heels clicked against the cold floor, and, as unfortunate as it was, the first person that had caught her glance was Alex Summerlin, standing alone near the entrance, in a, dress? As much as Blaire despised the Hufflepuff, she looked good, and she had to give her that, but no matter, it didn’t prevent her from giving the girl her usually sneering glare.
Blaire continued to weave her way between the crowd of couples, looking for Jason, her valentine. But this year had seemed to put Blaire in a little of a pickle, and she had been caught between two guys she liked. There was Jason, who had been a good friend to her ever since she had transferred, and who had been her grimacing and glowering advocate. And even so, the two’s lips had locked on more than one occasion, and with that, many had presumed them to be dating. Though Blaire and Jason never had denied it, she hadn’t considered them to be so. It hadn’t been made official, so Blaire continued to see herself as being single. She wasn’t sure she wanted to start a relationship with Jason. Mainly because he was probably the closest friend Blaire had, and she didn’t want to ruin that with some title. So for now, Jason was a friend…with privileges.
But it was Connor Nowlin who was the other boy who had caught Blaire’s attention recently. She was just as physically attracted to the older serpent as she was to Jason, and she had been equally curious about him as well. He was mysterious and powerful, and Blaire was most intrigued with those aspects of him. And she also rather enjoyed flirting with him. It was a cute and playful sort of flirting, whereas her flirting with Jason proved to be rather provocative and cunning. She couldn’t yet decide what she liked better, and considering both guys were your typical serepents, seemingly purebloods, and prefects made the deciding thus more difficult. So, for the time being, she’d have to convey to both.
However, for this night, Jason had gotten to her first, and had asked her to the ball before Connor had. As so, she was looking around the area for a sign of Jason. It was a bit early yet, so having not spotted him so far was expected, and she’d just have to bid her time a bit before he arrived. Slying her blue orbs around the room for a fellow Slytherin to mingle with, her eyes drifted to a dark corner, where, there and behold, Connor was talking to a girl in a black dress she couldn’t find in her mind to recognize.
Was this his date? She wasn’t quite sure. But she wouldn’t have overlooked it otherwise. Her hungry and endearing orbs sunk into his as she gracefully walked towards the drink table, and a coy grin lifted on her rose lips, followed by a playful wink. She grabbed a goblet of water and brought it to her lips, continuing to eye Connor in her natural coquetry. He looked tempting in a tux, and she wanted to let him know she was interested and that she expected a dance from him tonight.
She took her glance away from him slowly, and at good time, as in the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her date making his way through the crowd. She set down her water and gave Connor once last enticing look before she continued her elegant steps onto Jason. She smiled as she made her way towards him, and when she had reached her mark, she rested her hand against his shoulder and kissed both sides of his cheek, addeding in with her accent fit for such an occasion, “’appy Valentine’s Day”.
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(ooc: *whistles* wow...I’m popular...Connor will need a secretary pretty soon lol :P)
After asking Aly if she was enjoying Valentine's Day, Connor had expected some upbeat, fairly girly answer. He had learned a long time ago that Valentine's Day was a holiday that girls seemed to enjoy more than guys. I mean how many guys enjoy wearing the color pink, and getting an excuse to spend four hours on their hair? Not him, that was for sure. Aly had taken a moment to respond to his question, but when she did, all that came out was a rather blunt, "Ah...no, actually. It sucks. I'm dateless, know absolutely no one and I'm a crap dancer. How's it going for you?" Completely taken aback by her response, and ignoring the question for the moment, Connor would have guessed that he had looked like a grazing cow: standing there stupidly with his jaw hanging open. Thinking that she might add more on the topic, he just stood there silently, waiting for her to start rambling on about how she just loved her hair, or her dress, or whatever it is that girls ramble on about.
After misjudging Aly's priorities, and causing yet another fairly awkward silence, Connor couldn't even look into Aly's face: afraid that she would be giving him some look that showed him how stupid she probably thought he was. He knew that she was wondering why he couldn't even carry on one simple conversation. There was just something about her that made her different, more like him. About to tell her that he wasn't really enjoying the day either, Connor caught sight of Blaire over Aly's shoulder. She seemed to flash him a brief wink... I must be dreaming, Connor thought, why would she bother to wink at me. Momentarily forgetting about Aly's unanswered question, Connor realized that she was heading towards someone. Catching sight of a boy moving in her direction, he realized that it was Jason: Blaire's "boyfriend". Sighing slightly, Connor came back to his senses, and realized that Aly was still standing there. Recalling her last question, Connor quickly said, "My Valentine's Day hasn't been great either, but yours can't be that bad...I mean, there has to have been something that happened today that was good, right?".
Before he could wait for an answer, Connor spotted Blaire kissing Jason on each cheek, and he had a sudden urge to get closer to see if she would notice him. Quickly adding to his first question, he said to Aly, "And how can you not know how to dance, I'm sure you'd be a great dancer if you had some experience. I did a bit of dancing a long time ago, maybe I could teach you?" Realizing that his previous statement was slightly confusing, Connor hurriedly said, while looking down into Aly's face, "Would you like to dance with me?"
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Melana didn't want Tucker to know she actually had a date. She had kept it pretty much under wraps, which in her case was quite the achievement. One could definte her method of speech as having been dunked in a tub of veritaserum as a child.
She waited by the door, bouncing at anyone she knew from Gryffindor or any other first year she came across. Very few of them had dates, since for the most part hormones hadn't gotten the best of them yet. Melana wasn't much for romance herself, but ever since quidditch practice she began looking at Link differently. Anyone who showed some aptitude at sports couldn't be that bad, and thus worthy of her esteem.
Of course, he'd be losing her esteem if he didn't show up. She had been waiting for some time, and the party was pretty much fired up. She was stuck between wanting to mingle and knowing that if she didn't stray next to the door, Link wouldn't find her so easily despite her red hair. Melana was, after all, pretty short.
"Awww, poor ickl Plumey has no date? Who would want to go with ickle Plumey anyway, she's just a short shrimpy thingy!"
Peeves. Again. Didn't he learn? Thinking it a better distraction than most, Melana simply went on and unleashed another string of unholy and surprisingly gruesome insults and curses at the poltergeist. Those pertaining to his mother were particularly spine-tingling.
Erica Nightshade
Mark Sorelli
5th Year Hufflepuff
Prefect Picture Perfect
Erica Nightshade
7th Year Ravenclaw
Prefect/Chaser ... who, me?
Lincoln "Link" Rowley
1st Year Gryffindor
Seeker Consistently Inconsistent
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Link knew that he was running late, and hoped that Melana wouldn’t be too upset with him for it. He was trying as hard as he could to get ready in time, but things such as dances had never really been his forte. He hadn’t really known what he was going to wear until he consulted a few of the elder Gryffindor boys in the Common Room a few nights ago, and had gotten several good ideas on what to wear to the Valentines Day Ball.
The idea of actually having a date was quite surprising to him, as well as some of the older boys he’d spoken to. It seemed that sixteen year olds didn’t really like it when an eleven year old could get a date while they couldn’t. Though Link had never told them who, he had wanted things to be a surprise, and so many of the older students passed it off as something he was saying just to get attention. Hmph.
And so Link had wrote home to his parents, who had eagerly sent him everything he needed in a package the next night. His mother sent him a note asking for all sorts of information, curious as to who this girl was that their son had taken a liking to. Link had written back saying that it was a girl from the Quidditch team, another first year like himself, but hadn’t told them much more than that. After all, they were only eleven, and it was only a crush. He wasn’t sure if it was anything more than that, and wasn’t even sure if Melana really liked him, or if she had just needed someone to hang out with. Either way was fine with him, he was just glad to have made a real friend or two this year. Things before Hogwarts had been rough for him, and virtually friendless after his mother’s death, but now he seemed to be turning things around. If he ruined this for himself now, this new social life he was creating, then he didn’t know what he’d do.
And this was where he found himself, after everything that had happened, checking himself in the mirror one last time. He was wearing a black, pinstriped suit, with a tasteful pink tie for the occasion. He was going to have a little fun with this, and he didn’t want a boring tie, nor did he want a boring plain black suit, so the pinstripes and pink suited him well. His light brown hair fell over his sapphire eyes, like always, though he pushed them back to clearly be able to see himself. He thought that he’d done well, at least by his standards, and so he sprinted down to the Great Hall before he missed any more of the Ball. Melana was going to kill him…
When he came upon the entrance, he heard a very familiar voice saying, "Awww, poor ickl Plumey has no date? Who would want to go with ickle Plumey anyway, she's just a short shrimpy thingy!" Peeves was harassing Melana! Link was about to come to her defence when she began to defend herself, obviously not seeing him yet. He stayed out of her eyesight just to listen to the slightly startling string of curse words that came out of her mouth. He was very impressed… she had a larger vocabulary than most eleven year olds he knew. When she was done, he came around the corner smirking slyly.
“Wow, that was quite the comeback, ickle Plumey,” he joked, smiling playfully at his date. “Shall we?” he asked, taking her by the arm and motioning inside of the Great Hall, leaving Peeves with a slightly startled look himself!
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Aleandra Pryce
5th Year Gryffindor The Slow One
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Aly could not stop herself snorting when Connor stood there gaping at her reply. It was glaringly obvious he had been waiting for a girl's answer, 'Oh yeah, it's great! I just love Valentine's Day, don't you?' Whatever. That would be her if hell froze over. A self-confessed pessimist, honesty also came with that and she was having a bad V-Day, she might as well say so. To say anything otherwise would be superficial.
There was an awkward pause. Well, it may have been awkward for the boy, but the female prefect was fully enjoying the situation. It was great. She loved seeing someone else squirm about social problems. She was too blunt and pig-headed to show uncomfort but she definitely felt it. She had trained herself to ignore it, for wherever she went it was almost guaranteed other people would be weirded out by her looks and attitude.
With pursed lips and an amused expression Aly watched Connor keep his head down, avoiding her gaze as if not being able to see her would diminish the contempt she would be feeling if not so familiar with what he was going through. He looked about to speak when something interrupted his train of thought and he concentrated in something behind her. She turned around to look and saw a very pretty black haired girl in a black dress wink at Connor. His girlfriend? She wondered, watching as the girl continued to flirt with the Slytherin. That notion was dismissed as the girl made her way up to another boy and kissed his cheeks. No that is her boyfriend. She felt disgusted that she would play two boys like that and turned away, her opinion of the boy standing in front of her lowered. She stiffened slightly and a small frown came to her face.
Connor turned back to her, apparently remembering her question.
"My Valentine's Day hasn't been great either, but yours can't be that bad...I mean, there has to have been something that happened today that was good, right?"
"Wahl, if you want to be picky... I got this dress today, and...that's it. I spent my day studying. Yeah, so, it wasn't really a day to rave about." She picked at the satin on her dress, managing to get the bow undone. She grabbed the two ends, trying to remake the bow in an attempt to look acceptable. Fortunately for her she did not see the look that crossed Connor's face as he saw the girl kiss the other boy. Trying to tie a slippery piece of ribbon up took up too much of her attention.
"Erm, what?" she said in reply to his confusing statement/question/whatever it was. She had heard only parts of it; something about dancing and experience. Fortunately he repeated his request in a simpler manner. He looked her in the face and asked, "Would you like to dance with me?"
While admiring his facial features Aly wondered what to say. She did want to dance, it was true, but she wasn't sure about dancing with Connor. A boy who could flirt with a girl so obviously taken was dangerous. Being a Slytherin put even more of a damper on the temptation. She had never been asked to dance by a boy before, except her brother.
Throwing caution to the wind, she accepted. "Yes, I will, thank you." She twisted her fingers around the strip of fabric again, wondering what happened then. She had no experience and was likely to stand on his toes. She told him this, hoping he wouldn't reconsider his request. "I'm a really bad dancer, I wasn't lying, and I will probably step on your toes. Is that okay?"
She looked down at her fingers, glaring at them as they twisted themselves in between the ribbon. "Aargh!" she said frustrated, trying to untangle herself. "Stupid dress," she muttered angrily.
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Did he look okay? Jereff was standing in front of the mirror in the Ravenclaw dormitories, staring at himself carefully. He didn't really have nice clothes to pick from. The nicest things that he had packed for school in the fall had been in preparation for the Christmas Ball, which had been casual anyway. He didn't have super fancy dress robes to wear, being from a muggle family, but he did have a nice dress jacket and shirt along with a nice pair of pants. Now that he was looking at himself, he decided that he did look rather snazzy. The shirt was an off-black color, closer to a classy dark blue than pure black. His jacket, on the other hand, was a clean and simple black. It fit well enough that it looked almost like a tailored jacket, but it wasn't. His pants were as black as his pants, and his shoes were equally dark with a bit of shine. Jereff was intensely worried that he wouldn't be dressed up enough because he didn't have a tuxedo to wear, but he looked a lot more dressed up than usual. Especially because he wasn't letting his hair twist and turn as it usually did. He had used gel in it, spiking it a little but letting it look as though it were intentionally a little messy. His intentionally mussed hair counterbalanced his clean shaven face nicely. He had taken off his glasses and replaced them with contacts. He didn't usually wear contacts, especially because it took him a while to get used to them every time he put them in, but today was Valentines Day... It was special.
Taking one last look at himself in the mirror, Jereff grabbed the single long stemmed red rose that he had gotten for Alex. He raced down the dormitory stairs, well aware of the fact that he was late now. Everyone else had gone to the dance, even if they were dateless. Jereff was a little thankful that he actually had someone to spend the special day with. Jereff was sure that tonight was going to be special... He would dance with Alex, mingle with friends... Drink sweet punch... Jereff only hoped that he wouldn't be too embarrassing for Alex by not having a tux. Does Alex like to dance? Jereff wondered. The last time he had danced with her was the Halloween Masque, but he could barely remember what that had been like. All he remembered was the magic blackout... That still hadn't been explained, and now that Jereff thought about it his brow furrowed. Nothing had come of the anti-magic shield that had swept Hogsmeade.. Which was suspicious. Did the Death eaters have anything to do with that incident?
Don't think about it. Try to enjoy Valentines day. For once you really aren't completely alone today! Jereff nodded to himself as he continued on his way to the Great Hall. When he arrived, he saw that most of the students were already there. Most of them were chatting or dancing, but he didn't see Alex immediately. And then there she was. A vision in red. Jereff stared at her a moment, "Blimey," He walked over to her, his rose in one hand hidden behind his back. He approached her with a bit of a boyish expression on his face. "You are absolutely captivating." He felt comfortable with her now, especially because of what had happened in December. After seeing a girl in a tiny triangle bikini, seeing her in clothes doesn't really make you flustered as much as it used to. "Happy Valentines day..." He revealed the single rose, which was a darker shade than her dress. Jereff's crystal blue eyes were locked on Alex, watching for her expression.
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Alex was starting to get extremely anxious. She felt so bloody girly, standing there in a dress, wearing high heels, her hair done nicely... What had ever possessed her to make herself think that she could pull off this whole feminine look? If there was anyone around with a camera, Alex would murder them before they could get a picture of her. There would be absolutely no evidence of this night! What was wrong with her? Miss Men-Are-Not-Worthy-Partners was here, dolled up and dressed up for bloody Valentines Day hoping to shock and awe her boyfriend of...how many months? And they still hadn't even kissed yet? There was something extremely odd about it. But at the same time, she and Jereff didn't see each other as much as they would have liked, and both of them seemed to want to take it slow. Alex could conjecture that Jereff had bad luck in relationships thus far. She was right there with him, so she wouldn't push or rush anything.
Just as Alex was ready to slap herself for being so dense, she saw Jereff. Not in a tux, but dressed up and looking completely and utterly irresistable. He looked so...smooth! So suave! How was boyish Alex dating this complete and utter stud?! For a moment, Alex found herself nearly drooling, thanking her lucky stars that she had seen him that day in the courtyard, soaked from the rain. Funny how things evolved into what they had now. But still, Alex felt rather sheepish that they hadn't even kissed. Maybe tonight was the night! It was Valentines Day after all! The holiday of love.
"You are absolutely captivating. Happy Valentines day..." Jereff said once he arrived by Alex, handing her a gorgeous long stemmed rose. Alex felt her insides turn to goo. She had never received flowers from a boy before! Merlin. It's amazing how being in a relationship could change everything. The once love cynic was thinking about how much fun she was going to have on Valentines Day, dancing with a boy she was positively crazy for. And maybe even...kissing him.
Merlin, maybe she should kiss him right then after he gave her the rose! As in a "thank you, and I really like you" manner. But then what if he wasn't ready to take that step yet? Like she said before, she didn't want to rush him or scare him away. That would be awful. How could she live with herself?! She would have to wait for him to make the move. But then again if he didn't make the move before the end of the night, she could just possibly lose control and do it herself... But maybe he thought she wasn't ready to take it to that next level! She was! Maybe she should do something to let him know that she wouldn't completely freak out on him. Deciding on a course of action, Alex leaned in and planted a small, gentle kiss on his cheek before pulling back with a small, sheepish smile, trying to hide any evidence of embarrassment on her face.
"Thank you," she replied, taking the rose in her hand. "And you look like a magazine boy," Alex replied with a grin on her face. "Dressed up and picture perfect." Wait, had she just said that? A small pink tinge appeared on her cheeks, but she tried to brush it aside. "Well done, by the way. I never expected you to be able to find me in this dress. I barely recognize myself!"
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Jereff felt just as strange as Alex did over the fact that they hadn't kissed. His problem was that the last girl he had dated, another Hufflepuff that hadn't been quite as nice as Alex, had rushed things. They kissed almost immediately and hurried things along. They ended up dating for quite a while, about a year, when things were broken off. They had jumped hurdles two at a time, and had even told each other that they loved each other... This was true on both of their parts, but love was flighty when it came to the girl, and by summer her feelings had shifted elsewhere. He supposed that it was that one bad experience that had given him bad feelings towards relationships. He had gone as far as swearing off girls until he graduated from Hogwarts and started working at whatever job he chose. And then Alex had strolled along, changing everything. They had met on the train, but they had really gotten to know each other a little more when they ran into each other in the rain. Jereff supposed that it made sense that they were taking things abnormally slow, because it had taken a long time for them to get started at all.
Needless to say, however, Jereff wanted to pick up the pace a little. It would be summer in a few months, and as welcome as that was, it meant that they wouldn't be able to see each other at all. At least in school they saw each other in passing periods. If they had had the time they could have owled the other one and said 'hey, meet me in the student center'. Unfortunately, they didn't have that kind of time. No one regretted this more than Jereff, but if he wanted to be Head Boy he couldn't slack off... But now that he had Alex to be with, being Head Boy wasn't as important as he had thought it would be. He would be content being just another 7th year Prefect. Especially if sacrificing study time meant he could spend more time with Alex. I've made up my mind... He thought to himself as he stood in front of Alex, drinking in her every feature with his light eyes. Merlin.
The Prefect was so busy looking at his date that he completely lost sense of time and action. He was absolutely positively unprepared for what happened next. One minute, he was saying Happy Valentines Day, and the next, Alex was coming closer. His breath hitched in his throat. Was she going to kiss him? He had been wanting to kiss her before she kissed him... In fact he was planning on kissing her tonight when the mood was right--but now was as good a time as any right? She was leaning in closer... Closer.. Jereff realized that he had stopped breathing completely. When had things gone into slow-motion? Jereff was about to close his eyes when things sped up. Alex's lips brushed lightly against his cheek, and he suddenly felt dizzy. Oh. That's what she had been aiming for... Glad I didn't make a fool out of myself.. Jereff thought, imagining how horrendous things would have been if he had closed his eyes.. Or worse... Puckered up! Agh!
Maybe Alex wasn't ready for kisses?... Nah.. Jereff couldn't second guess himself now. Not when he was waiting and looking for the right moment. Alex would have to be insane to not want to kiss at that point... Unless she had a bad experience with dating... Jereff assumed that she had, especially after that fiasco with Devon... Stop thinking about it. Jereff told himself sternly as he grinned at Alex. "Thank you," she replied, taking the rose in her hand. "And you look like a magazine boy," Alex replied with a grin on her face. "Dressed up and picture perfect." Jereff let out a small laugh, feeling suddenly self conscious. A magazine boy? Did that mean that he looked good? Merlin. He could feel his heart swelling with pride. Compliments from Alex were well-earned. She never gave them out if she didn't mean them. "Well done, by the way. I never expected you to be able to find me in this dress. I barely recognize myself!"
Jereff gave her a bemused look, "As if I couldn't recognize you from a mile away." He took her free hand, Don't worry. He told himself, Just be natural. Don't be self conscious. Just act how your instincts tell you to act. Don't back off. It's the backing off that has kept you two from kissing for this long. The feeling of Alex’s hand in his made Jereff’s heart pound a little harder. He could feel a sense of giddiness rising up from deep within his stomach. Merlin. He was getting swept up in the Valentine spirit of things. "So what do you say. Drink, dance, or mingle?"
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!OCC: I might bring Gavin and Lance 'round...anyone feel like drinking some Love Potion???
IC:
Maire Nightshade had no idea what she was doing; going to the Valentines Ball without a date was somewhat pathetic. She hadn't really tried her best to find somebody though. Frankly, she hadn't really been in the mood to hunt down a strapping young lad to take her...
Well, she did have someone in mind that she fancied...but for once, she wasn't brave enough to tell him. Marvin Binx, a fellow fourth year had immediately captured her heart. He was in many of her classes, and was usually the quieter one, taking a much more different approach than herself. There was something about him that Maire couldn't help falling for. It could have been a number of things, she really wasn't quite sure what it was.
Perhaps Binx might also be at the ball? Hopefully not with another girl; that would break Maire's heart. Talking to him would be nice...and yet, he was adorable... No! Focus, Maire! Get a hold of yourself! He's only a boy! she scolded herself mentally, a good way to keep her mind in line. A very cute boy...the voice in the back of her head answered cheekily. Boys didn't make her nervous. They shouldn't make her nervous. But, she supposed that was a good sign. If they didn't make you nervous, what was the point?
She gulped, glancing at the red-carpeted entrance to the Great Hall. Glancing inside, Maire had to admit, Hogwarts had really outdone itself. The floor was covered in the same red carpet, with a stage along one wall, red curtains cascading to the floor; and the crème de la crème- Vixen Veelaen, heartthrob to males around the world. Frankly, Maire could see why...a backside like that should be illegal...
Gathering her fly-away thoughts, Maire quickly glanced at the conveniently located mirror in the hallway, taking herself in. She hadn't been extravagant in her dress, it was fairly simple, a strapless, deep red number, but none the less pretty. Leaving her hair down seemed like a good option, and besides, it looked pretty curly. Her makeup also wasn't crazy; less was more in this particular case. Dressing up could be fun, some days. Dressing like this everyday would be a little more than ridiculous.
Suddenly, it dawned on her that she didn't have a date to look nice for!
"I need to stop running myself down," Maire laughed softly, running her hands over the front of her dress. "It's time to have fun."
Stepping quickly into the Great Hall, Maire glanced at all of the couples dancing and socializing. Perhaps all hope for a dance was not lost. She just needed to enjoy herself, that's all. This wasn't a time to pick out her faults. Not everybody came to dances with dates...
The Gryffindor girl spotted her idol Puck Goodfellow, and the younger Breena Stacey leaning on the far wall; Maire made a beeline towards the pair.
She smiled at Puck and Breena before leaning up against the wall as well. "You guys look great!" Maire exclaimed, looking at their dresses with admiration. Edited by: CookiesandDragonsMilk at: 2/20/06 10:38 pm
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!
[ooc: Breena's in for some love potion, if you don't mind having a 1st year fan girl chasing after your characters. Haha.]
Alex was suddenly extremely worried that kissing him on the cheek had been the wrong course of action. Was he going to hate her for the rest of the night? Give her the cold shoulder? Run away? Oh that would be positively terrible. But then again how could Alex feel bad if he did that? Defending herself, she fortified her feelings by telling herself that they HAD been dating since November. If he couldn't even take a kiss on the cheek, then perhaps he was far too prude for her. Not that Alex was going to be in a relationship just for those sorts of...benefits, but she wasn't going to want to be in a relationship that mirrored something a first year would have. Where holding hands was a new extreme. He had seen her in a triangle bikini. As embarrassing as it was, it was true. Shouldn't that put them beyond that point then? If not, Merlin save Alex.
"As if I couldn't recognize you from a mile away," Jereff said, taking Alex's hand. Suddenly she felt extremely relieved, and the rock that was resting firmly on her chest lifting immediately. He wasn't weirded out by her gesture. And if he was, he was doing a good job at hiding it. He wouldn't mask something like that right? He would be completely straight forward if things moved a bit too fast? But then again, how could they be too fast? It was almost painfully slow. But it didn't hurt, right? It made it all that much more rewarding once the time came.
"So it's not too girly?" Alex asked in a slightly joking manner. "I probably never would have bought something like this myself. My mum sent it to me." Just then, Alex realized that he thought she looked good. It made her heart pound a bit, but it also made her realize that she was down playing herself. Which was definitely against the rules when it came to dressing up. If you dressed up, you acted like you owned the outfit. It wasn't making you look good, you were making IT look good. How did she know that? Oh, her mother had drilled it into her head at her 7th birthday when she had been forced into a hideous, frilly pink dress. She had burned every single picture she could find. Unfortunately, however, she had suspicions that her older brother Aaron had one of the pictures, and was saving it so he could use it for the perfect revenge whenever he saw fit.
"So what do you say. Drink, dance, or mingle?" Jereff asked. Alex glanced around the Great Hall. She didn't see anyone that looked like they needed to be mingled with at the moment (Puck was surrounded by her usual fan club) and she wasn't particularly thirsty so...
"Dance, I suppose," Alex said looking back at Jereff with a winning smile. "Once I..." she started, making her way to one of the refreshment tables. They were covered with table cloths that reached all the way to the floor. She quickly kicked her heels off and pushed them under the table with her right foot before returning to Jereff. "I never would have survived dancing in those," she explained with a laugh. "So...shall we?" she asked as the stunning singer Veela started to swoon, singing a slow, overly sappy, romantic song. A slow dance it was. Well, at least slow dancing was easy...
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