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.
The longer Binx watched Maire as she stood there, the prettier she became. Everything about her was so... Different. Gryffindor girls, he realized, packed a certain kind of punch that other houses were just lacking. Binx had never felt as though any one house was extremely different from the other. They all had their different characteristics, but there wasn't one house that had one quality to bring it above the rest. But now that he took a closer look, Binx found that confidence to a point of self destruction strangely attractive. The very feeling of attraction was strange for Binx, because he had never been interested in any girls before. He had been too concerned with writing and with entertaining his friends. Treating people equally was tough when you had a soft spot for a girl, and Binx always prided himself in the fact that he treated everyone the same. Was that about to change? He shuffled his feet in anticipation as he stood there, waiting for Maire to respond.
"Shabby? Oh, no. I'm just lazy," Maire laughed. "What about you? Too many ladies to pick from?"
"Yes, the plight of a young single boy." He replied, flashing a smile that matched hers. Binx had written thousands of circumstances where the women uttered provoking phrases while the guys replied with something flashy and impressive... So why wasn't any of it coming out now? He was writing phrase upon phrase over and over in his head in the split second between Maire's last comment and his next one, but he couldn't seem to say anything the way he wanted to. Nothing he said was coming out quite as impressive as he had intended it to be. That was the true plight of young boys everywhere. The sheer inability to say what they really wanted to say. Even a writer, someone who spent his time using words and creating circumstances, couldn't even get his thoughts across... But then, what were his thoughts? Was Binx even sure?
The only thing that Binx knew for sure, was that he had been sent a love not by some anonymous admirer. That didn't mean it was Maire, even though he was feeling somehow connected to her. He would just have to dance with her and then finish testing the waters... If nothing turned up and no one took the bite, then he could always come back to Maire and realize that his instincts about her had been right. That she had been the girl that fancied him.
As the Hufflepuff asked Maire to dance, a strange expression crossed her face for a split second before she began to look a little happy. What was that? Binx asked, feeling a little odd himself now that he had asked. His stomach felt as though it were somewhere around his feet. Was that good? Was that bad? Was that an 'I like you' expression? I have no idea how to read her! She's so unpredictable--"Of course!" Maire answered happily. "I would love to dance with you!" A grin stretched cross Binx's features, "Brilliant." He replied with relief as he brushed his hair away slightly. "Come on," He added, not wanting to miss another second of the second. He took her hand, ignoring the little electric jolt that the sensation sent through his hand up into his arm, and led her to the dance floor. He had held hands with girls before, but it hadn't been quite like this. He had never expected anything from that. Holding hands never held any sort of significance before.
Now on the dance floor, Binx kept one of Maire's hands in his, raising it slightly and placing the other hesitantly on her waist. This was certainly going to be interesting...
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Maire was starting to become more comfortable as the awkward minutes passed. Her nerves had lessened slightly, but she still wasn't completely comfortable. She doubted she would be for awhile; there was something about Binx, something she couldn't put her finger on, that made him all the more mysterious to her.
Sure, he was a cute boy- very cute actually. That was what had attracted Maire to him in the first place. It was the second day of classes, and there he was, sitting in the desk in front of her. He turned around in his seat once to say something to Edward Tate, another boy of her year, who at that moment was sitting in the desk next to Maire. She saw Binx's ocean-like eyes and fell for him. Hard.
From then on, she had been entranced by the quiet, but-oh-so-intelligent Marvin Binx. Maire didn't let go of crushes easily. She had talked to Binx before, but never for quite this long, or even close to this subject matter. He was a sweetheart, and because Maire didn't know much about him, it was all the more determination to get to know the mysterious Hufflepuff boy better.
Normally, Maire wasn't one to go for boys from Hufflepuff- with her strong personality, most boys from Hufflepuff would have trouble controlling her anyway. Ravenclaw boys were usually too serious for her liking. Slytherins and Gryffindors on the other hand usually infatuated Maire, probably because most of them pocessed extreme personalities. But this time, Binx certainly was breaking the mold. Not that he didn't have a personality. He most certainly did; but Maire wasn't sure what kind of impression she was making on him at the moment. She kept repeating her mantra to herself; don't be obnoxious, don't be obnoxious...or overbearing.
So lost in her thoughts, Maire almost missed Binx's response to her joke about not having a date. "Yes, the plight of a young single boy."
"Indeed," Maire answered. "Life must be so hard for a boy. There are just too many girls to choose from. All you have to do is ask one out, and you're set. Girls then proceed to hyperventilate over what to wear, if they actually like the boy and my biggest personal dilemma- how should I wear my hair?" Maire laughed, becoming more at ease, and more like herself.
The Gryffindor started to wonder why Binx had meandered over to the group in the first place. Maybe he too was feeling awkward...or maybe he was picking up Maire's signals? She could be overly-obvious at the worst times. What if he thinks I'm a tramp? Or a girl that is all over boys all the time? Or...the worst...obnoxious? Gavin called Maire obnoxious all of the time- but then again, that was her brother. In fact, all of her siblings did stupid things like that...they didn't count. Hopefully.
Maire's face must have showed more emotion then she wanted, because Binx looked a little scared. I came on a little strong, Maire scolded internally, mentally slapping a hand to her forehead. Don't be stupid. Just speak slowly next time. And don't be too Gryffindor. Keep your composure.
But thankfully, Binx grinned at Maire- a good sign she supposed. Had she said something ridiculous, he might have called her out on it. Or, maybe not. "Brilliant." Binx said softly. Maire couldn't help but smile. "Come on," And without further ado, he grasped her hand, brushing his brown locks out of his eyes. Maire willed her hand to stay still, not shake, and above all not sweat as he grasped it. This was a wonderful feeling. Perhaps she should hold hands more often? The sensation was amazing...
Once the pair had reached the dance floor, time seemed to move in slow-motion. Binx gingerly took one of her hands, and placed the other on her waist, sending a tingly feeling up her body. Did all people feel this way when they danced? If they did, then why weren't people happier?
She smiled, and grasped his hand in hers, fingers laced together, and placed the other hand on his tux-clad shoulder. "Please forgive me if I step on your feet; I don't tend to dance very often." There, that wasn't so bad. "I hope you aren't an amazing dancer," she teased, watching her feet carefully. This wasn't the time to step on anyone. Edited by: CookiesandDragonsMilk at: 2/26/06 2:04 pm
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!
Fyora laughed in response to Ashton's comment about shoes, and he couldn't help but think that he really liked to make her laugh. There was something so happy and pleasant about it. It gave him butterflies in the pit of his stomach. Ooooh no, Ashton. We are NOT getting into this again, he warned himself. Girls are not good. Girls are the enemies. No matter what girl it is, there will always be something wrong with her. End of discussion. No arguments! Getting involved romantically with another girl was extremely dangerous territory for Ashton, and he knew it. He had just gotten out of a rather rocky relationship with Puck, and jumping right into something else really wasn't a good idea. Especially because he and Fyroa were friends as well. Perhaps not as close as Ashton and Puck had been, but all the same. They were friends.
However, his hormones seemed to speak louder than his brain, seeing as he still asked her to dance, despite all of his mental warnings about getting involved. Once he asked, Fyora let out a cough, and exclaimed, "Me? A dance?" Oh. Wonderful. She was positively awestruck that he actually had the gall to ask her to dance after nearly bowling her over. Congratulations, Ashton. You are anything BUT smooth. The dating klutz. Maybe that was for the better though. He could face her rejection, turn around, walk away, leave the dance, and spend the rest of the night in his room feeling a whole lot more comfortable than he did there. "Of... of course! I'd love to!" Wait, she did want to! She did!
She reached forward and took his hand as they made their way out to the dance floor. It was a slow song, so it would be easy to get into a comfortable groove and still be able to talk. Wait, did he want to talk? Or would talking make the whole situation a lot more awkward? And how should he hold Fyora when they danced? He knew every dancing position and what each meant, but picking the right one was difficult. He could keep her hand in his and go with the traditional ballroom style, which means we may just be friends, but it may be more. I'm just being a gentleman. Or he could put both his hands on her waist, which was much more suggestive, meaning I might be interested, or I might just be pretending that I am. Ashton's father had forced that position on him several times to try and make the daughters of the rich and powerful swoon for the Singer boys. Fantastic.
Deciding what to do, Ashton kept Fyora's hand and began to lead her across the floor, twirling her every now and then. "So, before when I nearly knocked you over, were you looking for some tall, dark, and handsome date?" Ashton asked, trying to sound casual. He really did want to know if she came with a date or not, but then again at the same time, he didn't want to make it seem as if he were too interested in finding out. Just in case she wasn't interested in him at all.
Oh Merlin. What the bloody hell was he getting himself into?
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!"Well if I told you, I'd have to kill you and that wouldn't do me any good. Maybe that would be better for the other girls though. That way you wouldn't have time to kill them." Laughing, Lynn couldn’t help but be glad that she was with someone who knew how to laugh and make jokes. She probably would have managed in a relationship with someone more serious, even enjoyed the solitude every once in a while, but laughter made things so much richer and full of life. She didn’t know where she’d be without her sense of humour.
“I suppose I’ll hide away this dagger of mine, then,” she said, smiling at him, “And give in. After all, we wouldn’t want to give the caretaker the extra work of cleaning up blood, would we? I’m sure there are more discreet ways of killing someone, but I’m afraid we haven’t covered that yet in Defence Against the Dark Arts.” With a wink, she allowed herself to be pulled even closer to him as he folded his arms together behind her back.
"No, you shouldn't be worried. Believe me, its a good thing."
“All right,” Lynn said. “I’ll turn my attention to other things then.” She had to admit that standing here in this hidden alcove talking and telling jokes was really almost a waste of the space – after all, they could do this anywhere – but she wouldn’t force him to come down to the level of making out in dark corners. Granted, she was beginning to miss it, but she could wait. If she was the one to make the first move, then he might think that she was reverting back to old habits, and that wouldn’t do. Lynn saw Sean as far more than just a boy-toy.
So if anyone was to initiate that sort of thing, it would have to be him. She just hoped he would do it before she started to burn up.
“So why don’t you tell me,” Lynn murmured, looking into his eyes. “Something that nobody knows about you.”
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Hearing Lynn laugh made Sean happy. He liked being thought of as funny. Not that it really mattered but it just felt so good to hear her laughter. Sean couldn't help but have a smile play on his lips. Laughter was just something so easily pass through among people every where. It was what brought people together; if you had something to laugh about things often weren't so awkward.
“I suppose I’ll hide away this dagger of mine, then,”
"Ya you might want to do that" Sean said, grinning from ear to ear before Lynn continued on.
“And give in. After all, we wouldn’t want to give the caretaker the extra work of cleaning up blood, would we? I’m sure there are more discreet ways of killing someone, but I’m afraid we haven’t covered that yet in Defence Against the Dark Arts.”
Sean just laughed. Oh the way Lynn could put things, he wondered what other thoughts were buzzing about in her mind. He especially liked the wink, it just added a certain pizzaz to their conversation. "Well maybe that's a good thing then" He responded. "I think if all the girls were starting to be killed here then the other boys would go into a panic."
“All right,” Lynn said. “I’ll turn my attention to other things then.”
"I suppose your going to have to." He said simply. It felt so good to be close to Lynn. It didn't even feel like their was a dance going on. He and Lynn were in their own little worlds, just laughing and having a good time while the rest of the school was doing Merlin's know what.
“So why don’t you tell me,” Lynn murmured, looking into his eyes. “Something that nobody knows about you.”
"Hmm, something about myself." He repeated. "Something about myself" He muttered quietly to himself. "Well im an aquarius, who has a crazy sister, loves the sun...." He started listing casually the things about him that would be easy for any one of his friends to tell about him, "and Im crazy about a girl that's name stars with an L and ends in an Ynn." He flashed her a smile, before starting up again.
"Seriously though, something that nobody knows is that I actually want to work for the ministry." Sean just shrugged his shouldars in a manner as though to say, "Rea unique, I know."
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!"Well maybe that's a good thing then" He responded. "I think if all the girls were starting to be killed here then the other boys would go into a panic."
Laughing, Lynn nodded. “That’s probably true, pathetic as it sounds.” It was crazy how hormone-obsessed some of the boys – and the girls, for that matter – became as they grew older. Not that she could talk, of course. She was as guilty as the rest of them. But, what the heck, oddness rules.
"I suppose your going to have to." "Hmm, something about myself." He repeated. "Something about myself"
Smiling, Lynn waited patiently for his response. It might’ve been a corny question, but with someone even remotely mature and intelligent, some insightful answers could come of it. She wasn’t quite sure what she would say if anyone ever asked her that question. There were so many things that people at Hogwarts didn’t know … some of them were shocking, really.
"Well im an aquarius, who has a crazy sister, loves the sun...."
Still, she smiled. It felt like he was winding up to something. She cocked her head slightly and waited.
"and Im crazy about a girl that's name stars with an L and ends in an Ynn."
For a moment, she simply blinked, and then the smile returned as she whacked him gently on the shoulder. “Oh, for … you’re incorrigible,” she said in response to his quick smile. But that’s why I love you, she felt like saying. But she didn’t. There was a limit to corniness that she didn’t feel like passing at the moment.
"Seriously though, something that nobody knows is that I actually want to work for the ministry."
She raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. “Really? I had no idea. Do you know exactly where, yet?” This was a fascinating piece of information, and she hoped that reflected in her question. The Ministry was responsible for so many things, and had so many departments … there were so many possibilities there!
OOC: Gah … my imagination went on vacation after the Hogsmeade post. x.X
angelina jewel
Caelin Cartney
7th Year Gryffindor
Flirt in a Skirt
Sean Abernathy-Raelene
7th year Hufflepuff
Prefect The Perfect Gentleman
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!“That’s probably true, pathetic as it sounds.”
Sean nodded in agreement but shrugged his shouldars at the same time. He shrugged his shouldars as though to say "Well that's how it goes." If Hogwarts had become an all girls school or an all the guys school the opposite sex would probably die. He didn't know how Beauxbatons and Durmstrang did it.
It was an interesting queston that Lynn asked, untirely unexpected, yet fair. Him and Lynn talked alot but yet they still didn't know too much about each other. He knew she was serious about it but couldn't help but joke. It was just that he felt so relaxed at the moment.
“Oh, for … you’re incorrigible,”
"Ow!" Sean exclaimed, although the whack didn't hurt at all. "You're lucky I like you so much that I'm willing to overlook that act of abuse" He toldher with in all seriousness but ruined the act by bursting out with laugher.
"Im sorry, Im sorry" He told her, "I'll be serious now."
“Really? I had no idea. Do you know exactly where, yet?”
"Im not really sure yet. I've thought about working for the department of magical sports but I'll probably just end up going for the Department of magical catastrophies or being an obliviator." Sean just gave a confused sort of grin. "Im a hopeless cause"
It was so sweet of Lynn to ask. As he looked at her he realized how lucky he was. He had half a mind to just take Lynn and leave the dance. To go and hang out with just them. He wasn't sure if Lynn would go for that, maybe he would mention it later.
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!"Ow!" Lynn grinned, for she knew that Sean was no wimp and her attack hadn’t been particularly hard. Physical comedy was always delightful to enact. It always made her laugh in acting classes. "You're lucky I like you so much that I'm willing to overlook that act of abuse" Lynn loved how he could tell her something in such a serious voice and yet, seconds later, burst into laughter on the same subject. She loved that she could make him laugh. It made her feel … not in control, per se, but like she had a handle on things. She was doing things right.
"Im sorry, Im sorry" He told her, "I'll be serious now."
Nodding, Lynn cuddled herself further into his grasp, rested her nose by his throat, and closed her eyes. She could stay here all evening, though she knew they should probably go back to the ball at some point. It only came once a year, after all, and Sean wouldn’t be able to come to the one next year … or the year after that …
No. It wouldn’t help to think of that. She forced herself to concentrate on what he was saying about his ambitions towards the Ministry of Magic.
"Im not really sure yet. I've thought about working for the department of magical sports but I'll probably just end up going for the Department of magical catastrophies or being an obliviator." Sean just gave a confused sort of grin. "Im a hopeless cause"
“One thing you need to get clear,” she said, not moving from her comfortable spot. “There should be no ‘just’ in that sentence. Going to work for the Ministry in the sports area is just as fulfilling as being something like an obliviator, and you should be proud of yourself no matter what you do, as long as you’re happy. There’s nothing hopeless about it, all right?”
"What about you? Anything you want to tell me?"
Her eyes opened slowly, and she rolled the question over in her mind. How much to tell him? Or rather, in what order? “Well,” she said slowly, deciding to start off as he had. “I’m a Gemini. I love the rain. I happen to hold a certain older prefect in rather high regard.” She paused a moment. “As to something that nobody here knows … I’ve been in a Muggle Hospital three times, twice for surgery and once for pneumonia. I’m a stage actress. And I love to quilt.”
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
Emily Grey
Death Eater Age is only a number...
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ooc- sorry it took me so long to reply! Real life, Meh.
Melana pulled a face as Link jokingly referred to her as ‘Ickle Plumey’, and wondered if that bothered her. He’d only been joking, a simple little bit of teasing after what Peeves had called her, but girls could get upset over the smallest things sometimes and Link was always on guard. Soon she was back to normal, though, and he decided to let it go. Melana was a fun person to hang around with, and he didn’t think that she’d be that easily offended by a joke. No, she definitely seemed like someone who could handle a joke or two without taking things the wrong way, that was one of the things Link liked about her. She was easy to just hang out with.
"You look really nice, Link."
Link smiled, glad that he had impressed his date. He had wondered if putting this much effort into his appearance for the night was wise for an eleven-year-old boy, he didn’t want to overdo it after all, but in the end he decided that a little extra effort wasn’t going to kill him. After all, this was a ball, and he didn’t want to embarrass Melana by looking like he just rolled out of bed, even though his hair was still a little bit on the messy side. He looked back at Melana in her simple pink dress that went perfectly with Link’s pink tie.
”You look stunning as well, Melana,” he replied. It was true, she did look amazing in her dress. She wasn’t wearing anything long and formal like some of the older girls, and for that Link was glad. They were only eleven, and something simple and fun looked perfect on her. Taking Melana’s hand spontaneously, Link spun her around in place. “You look dazzling!” He laughed a little, eyes twinkling as his carefree attitude began to shine through already. He wanted this night to be all about having fun, not all stuffy like some of the other couples and people here. He didn’t want to be too uptight and formal, and hoped that Melana didn’t mind.
"Want to go see what's going on over there?"
Link followed her gaze over to where another first year, Breena, was standing by the punch bowl with a few older students. He wondered if she had gotten a date, or if any of the other first years had actually bothered to come with dates. Link had asked Melana after a Quidditch Practice, after boosting his confidence and preparing himself for a letdown; he was surprised when she had said yes! The truth was that Link knew Melana better from the team, and since he already felt comfortable hanging out with her had asked her to go to the ball with him. He hadn’t viewed it as picking favorites or anything like that, as Breena was his friend as well. He hoped there would be no hard feelings, as he didn’t even think Breena liked him.
“Sure,” he agreed, and the two made their way over to the drink table to talk with their friends.
angelina jewel
Caelin Cartney
7th Year Gryffindor
Flirt in a Skirt
Sean Abernathy-Raelene
7th year Hufflepuff
Prefect The Perfect Gentleman
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!
Sean loved how guys and girls were constantly teasing each other. It didn't matter how old they were, it just happened. Playful banter never did anyone harm. It was one of the many charms of Sean and Lynn's relationship. As Sean feigned being hurt a grin spread on Lynn's face, creating a goofy one of his own.
Sean welcomed Lynn further into his arms as she cuddled up to him. He kept one hand on on her lower back, the other run ran tenderly along the upper half. He knew they couldn't stay like this the whole night as much as he wanted to. He was so content in his little bubble with Lynn. But it was no good to start ignoring the rest of the world.
“One thing you need to get clear,” she said, not moving from her comfortable spot. “There should be no ‘just’ in that sentence. Going to work for the Ministry in the sports area is just as fulfilling as being something like an obliviator, and you should be proud of yourself no matter what you do, as long as you’re happy. There’s nothing hopeless about it, all right?”
It was good to hear the support in Lynn's voice. It also felt good to be able to actually voice his thoughts of his future. He never really had anyone to talk to about it. His parents tried to discuss his future with him but he knew in the end it was his decision. "Alright" Sean told Lynn.
“Well,” she said slowly, deciding to start off as he had. “I’m a Gemini. I love the rain. I happen to hold a certain older prefect in rather high regard.” Sean felt a burst of happiness coarse through his body at these words. He knew she cared for him but a reminder was always nice. As Lynn spoke Sean made sure to look into Lynn's eyes, so that she knew he was listening toher.
“As to something that nobody here knows … I’ve been in a Muggle Hospital three times, twice for surgery and once for pneumonia. I’m a stage actress. And I love to quilt.”
Interesting, Sean thought. Those were definantly things he didn't know about Lynn, they had never been brought up in their daily conversations. "I didn't know any of that. That's way cool." He told her. He loved learning new stuff about Lynn.
Sean held Lynn in silence for a couple of moments before speaking again. "Whenever you want to go back to the ball is fine with me. If you want to stay here I'll stay. As long as Im with you then Im happy." Sean told her.
Finally. They had kissed. How long had they been dating without kissing? Far too long. Why had he waited this long? As Jereff kissed Alex, a rush of memories of how wonderful this sort of intimacy with another person really was. What had he been so afraid of? Was he afraid of being hurt? What was there to be afraid of. Now, he realized how foolish he had been -- drawing everything out far longer than it needed to me. No doubt, Alex was tired of this waiting game. In fact, Jereff was hoping that she was just as tired of it as he was. He half expected some sort of slap or smack. Alex wasn't the type of girl to mess around, especially when things like kisses came into play. Had Jereff known her kissing history, he would certainly understand why she was protective of her kisses. Jereff had worried that they had waited too long. That maybe, that the moment had passed them by when they weren't watching. Over the past few months, Jereff had questioned their involvement with each other, but only because they rarely saw each other. Things could only get worse.
Soon, Alex would have to put her nose to the grind and start studying like mad for her O.W.L.s Those would determine what classes she could get into and what sort of job she could pursue. They were extremely important, and there was no way that Jereff was going to allow himself to act as a distraction for her. Too much was at stake. But he didn't want to just sit on the sidelines and watch her. Perhaps he could help her study? That was the only way that Jereff thought they could spend time together without completely ignoring the important exams that were creeping up on them. But now he wasn't going to waste his time thinking about exams. Here he was, in the middle of a dance floor, kissing Alex. Something in the pit of his stomach tingled slightly with the same sensation of a limb that has fallen asleep. He pulled out of the kiss slowly, wondering what in the world he was supposed to say? What did people do after they kiss?
Jereff watched Alex intently, now that he had pulled back. What did he do? What did he say? It had been so long since he had kissed a girl that he couldn't remember what was supposed to happy next. Should he say something suave? Something playful? Should he make a joke? "Sorry it took so long." Popped out of his mouth before he realized it. He grinned sheepishly the second he spoke, realizing that one hand was still under Alex's chin, "I just wanted it to be perfect." Merlin. He sounded sappy. But it was the truth. He had wanted everything about their first kiss together to be perfect. The worst way to keep on with a relationship was to blunder the first kiss. Girls were supposed to be able to tell everything that could expect from the very first kiss they receive from the guy in question, and Jereff had no intention of screwing that up. "I think I might just be crazy for you, Jereff Stranger," Jereff grinned, flushing a little, "Well, I think I might just be crazy for you too, Alex Summerlin." He watched her for a moment, tempted to kiss her again.
"Care to get something to drink?" He asked, drawing his hand away from her chin to reach for one of hers.
Sure, he was being sappy. But it was okay. It was Valentines Day, after all.
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The more Binx observed Maire, the more intrigued he became by her. She was an interesting young girl, especially because she was so different from him. True, he was social, and confident. But there was something a little reckless about the way Maire held herself, and Binx found that extremely appearing. His eyes were locked on her, until he realized that he had begun to stare and her averted them. The last thing he wanted to do was appear too weird. Maire didn't know him too well yet, and he didn't want to chase her away just because he was watching her too closely. Binx found it odd that he and Maire had never taken the time to get to know each other. They were both extremely social people, though Maire was more daring than he was by far. He mostly made friends with students that were older than him, so he supposed that that must have been why he and Maire had never gotten to know each other. Aside from that, they only saw each other in classes and hardly talked then. Well, Maire was certainly a bit of a loudmouth, but she never talked to Binx. Binx kept to himself in classes, usually, but had recently taken to slipping notes back and forth with Edward.
I can't wait to tell Ed that I think I have a lead on that secret admirer.. Binx thought, pleased by the idea that he was getting somewhere. To enhance his writing, Binx had taken to studying people and their reactions to events and people in order to make his characters seem more real to the reader. Now that he was watching, it was apparent that there was something up with Maire. Binx couldn't put his finger on it thought. It might have been the way she was talking to him or the way she was looking at him... But she seemed just as interested in him as he was in her, which definitely meant something. Why would she be interested in him if she didn't have some sort of motive for getting to know him? The lyrics in the love letter began to click. Heartbreaker. Was he breaking her heart by not getting to know her? By not hanging out with her and by hanging out with other girls?
"Indeed," Maire answered. "Life must be so hard for a boy. There are just too many girls to choose from. All you have to do is ask one out, and you're set. Girls then proceed to hyperventilate over what to wear, if they actually like the boy and my biggest personal dilemma- how should I wear my hair?"
Binx laughed, "Guys worry about that sort of thing too. Though for some of them it's usually 'I hope I can mess up my hair enough for that 'just rolled out of bed' look'." He grinned before added, "But yes there are far too many fish in the sea at the moment. Overpopulation. There just aren't enough fishermen to catch all of them, unless they're players. In which case they catch as many as they can without throwing a single back." Personally, Binx had never really concerned himself with girls before. Sure, he liked them a good deal, but he had never been romantically involved with them before. In fact, he had never kissed any of them. He was far too busy with his own troubles to even see that girls were becoming more and more appealing as time progressed. It wasn't until the beginning of this year that he had really noticed that girls were girls and not just swamp creatures that annoyed you every now and then. There was something about them that was intensely beautiful and mystifying.
Binx realized as he led Maire out to the dance floor that he was being a little aggressive by pulling her along with him, but he was feeling strangely anxious about this. He had danced with girls, held their hands, even given them small trinkets at past dances, but this was different. This was a dance celebrating love and intimacy, and here he was dancing with Maire Nightshade. In the past he had only danced with girls because that's what he felt he should do -- but now he actually wanted to dance. He should have been collected, but he was just growing more and more nervous about it. Not that he should have. He was a rather accomplished dancer. "Please forgive me if I step on your feet; I don't tend to dance very often." There, that wasn't so bad. "I hope you aren't an amazing dancer,"
"I'm sorry to say that I know exactly what I'm doing." Binx revealed as they danced. Before visiting his grandfather, Binx hadn't known his right foot from his left. He had been able to hold his own when he danced with girls. When Binx had found his grandfather, who had been completely unaware of his grandson, Binx had immediately traveled to Egypt to stay for the summer. Thaddeus Binx was rather wealthy, because he was a talented Curse Breaker for Gringrotts. He was fairly old by now, and was just thinking of retiring, but at the moment he was still in business, raking in money. During Binx's visit over the summer, his Grandfather had held five giant parties to celebrate fourteen years worth of birthdays missed. Binx hadn't complained, but he hadn't known anyone at the parties until he had branched out and gotten to know them. Some of the people attending the parties were clients of his grandfather's, so needless to say they were at the upper end of wizarding to society. Binx had needed to learn proper etiquette. This included dancing, dining, and socializing. After spending hours practicing the correct dance moves, he certainly knew how to move about the dance floor.
"Over the summer I spent several days in intense dance training." He joked, making light of the time he had spent learning how to dance. “But you can step on my feet all you like,” He added, “There isn’t anything you could do to hurt my feet. Unless of course if you began to TRY to stomp on them at every chance. Then I might have to protest."
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!OCC: I'm at home sick, Sesh, so if the post doesn't make sense, I'm sorry.
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Boys were very interesting creatures. Maire had always liked boys, from the time she was very little, in fact. They were so different from girls; the way they acted, spoke, and even walked was somewhat foreign to Maire. She did have three brothers and a father at home, so she supposed that she might have a bit more knowledge about this strange gender then other girls- but still! Boys were equally if not more confusing than girls...
Binx wasn't confusing...yet. Mysterious, yes, and different, but he hadn't done anything to throw Maire into a tizzy. She herself was more nervous than he was. This Gryffindor girl didn't get nervous easily. However, when someone like Binx had come into play, her composure was reduced to almost nothing. This was a good thing from past experiences- boys that made Maire nervous were usually ones she liked a lot. And looking at her own nerves, Maire liked Binx...a ton.
Maire admired how Binx held himself. He was extremely calm, (at least when she had seen him,) and didn't seem to get fazed by much. He was reserved in an intelligent way. Maire almost wished she could be a little more like that. Showing your feelings 24/7 was a double-edged sword. Some people respected it; others wanted nothing more than for you to shut up. Maire hoped Binx wasn't like that. She needed to express her feelings. It was hard for her not to.
Maire kept getting wrenched out of her rampant thoughts by anything Binx said. She hoped she didn't look stupid; when she daydreamed, a glazed look tended to come over her features. If only she could shut her thoughts out of her head.
Binx laughed at her comment, which made Maire blush slightly. At least he thought she was funny... "Guys worry about that sort of thing too. Though for some of them it's usually 'I hope I can mess up my hair enough for that 'just rolled out of bed' look'." He grinned before added, "But yes there are far too many fish in the sea at the moment. Overpopulation. There just aren't enough fishermen to catch all of them, unless they're players. In which case they catch as many as they can without throwing a single back."
The girl cocked her head to the side, grinning widely. "That was well spoken of you, Binx. You're good with words." It was true- just like the way he held himself; Binx was also poised with his thoughts and putting them into words.
"And are you a player, my Binx? Do you hold the heart of many females at one time? Like the fishermen you mentioned?" Maire teased, feeling her cheeks flush slightly. That was a bit forward, but she only meant it in jest.
Maire could never consider herself a "player." She had had boyfriends before, not really serious ones, but boyfriends nonetheless. She had always wanted a more serious one, though- like her brother Gavin, and his girlfriend Caelin. It was ridiculous how much those two liked each other. However many times Maire bothered her brother about being obsessed with Caelin, Maire still envied him. How could a beautiful girl like Caelin have any interest in Gavin? And why couldn't Maire be as happy as her brother? She needed love too!
Upon reaching the dance floor, Maire started to mentally scream at herself, mostly about the actual act of dancing. That was one weak point for Maire- she couldn't dance to save her life. Fast dancing especially. Slow dancing wasn't so bad; you basically shifted from foot to foot. But still, the possibility of stepping on her crush's feet wasn't a pleasant one.
"I'm sorry to say that I know exactly what I'm doing." Binx told her as they danced. Crap.
"That's good one of us knows what we're doing," Maire joked, trying to keep her face masked as her heart sank. If Maire didn't have a chance with Binx because of her lack of dancing skills, then she was going to go get some dance lessons straight away.
"Over the summer I spent several days in intense dance training." He joked, making light of the time he had spent learning how to dance. “But you can step on my feet all you like,” He added, “There isn’t anything you could do to hurt my feet. Unless of course if you began to TRY to stomp on them at every chance. Then I might have to protest."
Maire laughed heartily. As uncomfortable as Maire felt about dancing, Binx seemed to make it better. He was a very kind person...
"I would never step on your feet on purpose. I enjoy your company, and I defiantly wouldn't want to ruin that by breaking a foot." Maire said, wondering if the 'enjoying your company' line was a bit strange sounding.
"And if I seem to step on your poor feet on purpose, you have the right to stomp on my feet in turn. I don't like these shoes anyway," Maire joked, glancing down at her slightly painful strappy red shoes. "As much as I like my dress, for once, the shoes and I don't get along. I'm afraid I may have to abandon them sooner or later," she added, stepping a little closer to Binx. She hoped her advance wouldn’t terrify him.
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!"Sorry it took so long," Jereff said, a sheepish grin coming across his face, making Alex laugh. Honestly, who said sorry after they kissed someone? Not that Alex was one to care about tradition or technicalities, it was just a bit...odd. Wouldn't you say sorry if you had done something wrong? As far as Alex was concerned, Jereff had done the right thing. It was the right thing, right? The whole kissing thing wasn't going to put a stunt in their relationship was it? No. Never. That couldn't happen. Who managed a relationship for three months and then broke up once they kissed? "I just wanted it to be perfect." Alex suddenly found herself turning very, very red, and she wasn't quite sure why. It was incredible that someone thought so much about kissing another. Not only that, but more so that it was Alex he had been thinking about. Still, she wasn't quite used to being someone's someone. It was a weird feeling to consider for her. It was only her second relationship after all, and thus far she didn't regret a single part of it.
Trying to gather her thoughts, Alex dug through her mind for an "Alex" thing to say. Imagine, being so thrown off and disconnected from yourself that you have to sit there and think about what you would actually say in such a situation. Should she be witty? Should she tease him? Or return the suavey, sappy goo that Jereff was throwing her way? No. Absolutely not. That was not an Alex thing to do. "Well," Alex started, trying to force herself to hype down so she could actually speak coherantly. "I think it went quite well. I'm interested in trying it again." Once it came out of her mouth, Alex wanted to bang her head against the wall. What kind of thing was that to say? Now they would be consumed by some stupid awkward silence. Oh the horrors would never end. How could Jereff make her feel so awkward but so amazing at the same time? Alex hardly ever cared what people thought of her, but here she was watching her every single word.
"Well, I think I might just be crazy for you too, Alex Summerlin," Jereff replied, making Alex feel perhaps a bit less awkward. She liked the way it sounded when he said her name. It just sounded so nice. Hearing him say it back, however, made Alex blush once again, breaking eye contact to look at the floor, trying to mask her blush and her smile. It was a failed attempt and she knew it, so she finally gave up and looked back up at him, quite aware that her face looked like a tomato. Well at least she matched her dress.
"Care to get something to drink?" Jereff asked, taking her hand. Alex bit her lip, still trying to keep the smile and blush away, but nodded in response. It was difficult to break free from the dance floor, but soon the two had made their way out of the swaying, dancing crowds, and made it to the drink and refreshment table.
"Now what will you have, Mr. Stranger?" Alex questioned with a grin. "We have butterbeers, pre-opened for the special few that aren't talented with a bottle opener. But those are probably spiked." Being a prankster, it was Alex's job to think like a prankster as well. "Then there's the fantastic bowl of punch, which is probably even more spiked than the butterbeer." Alex laughed, glancing down the table. "So I guess the real question is, would you like to get completely sloshed tonight?"
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Upon Breena's greeting, Lance seemed to completely freak out. He looked frantically toward Puck, then back at Breena. What was wrong with him? Had she said something wrong? Was he just completely revolted by the idea of her? Now that wasn't fair! She had just met him! She felt a stab of rejection, but furiously attempted to regain her composure and not let him see that he had hurt her ever so slightly.
"I'm Lance. I was just over here a minute ago." He pointed to the wall. "You gave me a weird look..." Lance said frantically, trailing off. Oh no! Had she given him a weird look? Yes, she had indeed. But that was before...that was before her head started spinning whenever she looked in his direction. That was before Breena began to invision them as star crossed lovers, as a couple meant to be... She wanted nothing more than to dance with him, to be in his strong arms. So there was a bit of an age gap, why did that really matter? They could make it work, if they tried hard enough! "I'm a SLYTHERIN!" Lance finally exploded, ducking for cover behind Puck.
Breena was extremely confused. Why had her introducing herself brought out such a reaction from Lance? Why did he seem as though the end of the world had come because Breena had feelings for him? How did he even KNOW that she was in love with him? "But why does that matter?" Breena asked, sounding crushed. "I don't care that you're three years older than me or that you're a Slytherin... Just think of us like Romeo and Juliet," Breena said, letting out a lovestruck sigh of contentment. The sound of it was so beautiful and amazing. She loved Lance! She loved him! She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs that he was the only boy she could ever be in love with, WOULD ever be in love with. He was her one and only, and he would realize that eventually. He had to. It was FATE.
"He's right Breena, he's Slytherin--and no good comes from Slytherins like his type. What's gotten into you? Has Cupid gone stupid and shot you between the eyes so that you can't even see what's in front of you?" Puck questioned. Breena felt crushed. To hear something like that from someone like Puck, someone that Breena admired so wholly, was so devastating. Why couldn't either of them see that if Breena and Lance tried hard enough, they could bridge the gap between Gryffindors and Slytherins and make the relationship work. It was better to love and lose rather than never love at all, right? Even if things didn't work out as well as they wanted them to, at least then they would have had some sort of spark, some taste of what love was really like. Breena wanted to take that risk, to take that step, and she didn't want to take it with anyone but Lance.
"You don't have to be afraid of what other people will think," Breena pleaded her case to Lance. "Puck, why can't you just support the fact that I love him!" Breena looked away from Puck and over at Lance. "I love you!"
Corrupted Girl Scout
Morgan Dodd
6th Year Slytherin
Chaser Little Miss Machiavelli
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!
Valentine’s Day.
There was a holiday that Morgan had never understood. Not because, like some people, she was against the whole greeting card holiday thing but because she’d never been able to figure out how a holiday supposedly dedicated to a flute playing priest who drove all the snakes out of Ireland came to revolve are lacy heart doilies, chocolate and diamonds. Misunderstandings of history aside, Morgan was all about Valentine’s Day or more precisely the annual Valentine’s Day Ball. A large gathering was the perfect opportunity to let her inner princess run wild and Morgan had every intention of doing just that. Had she not, Morgan surely would have found herself a polite, good looking bloke to be her escort and resigned herself to quite, punch fueled conversation and moderate snogging.
Despite knowing for weeks and months that the Ball was approaching, Morgan waited until the absolute last moment to throw something together. The approach worked for her day to day muggle outfits so there was no reason, in her mind, that it shouldn’t work for formal wear. In anticipation of the dance Morgan had also made sure to reject, as politely as possible in most cases, each and every suitor and prospective escort. For one thing there were very few students who captured her interest, there was a teacher or two but everyone and anyone knew that was a wicked bad time just waiting to happen, and for another one of her favorite wizarding bands was playing and Morgan didn’t want to have to worry about her date when it came time to cut a rug. Somewhere along the line Morgan decided that going out at night and going home alone was wicked keen.
An hour or so after she entered the Great Hall, Morgan finally drug herself off the dance floor towards the punch bowl. Her hair, which at one point was meticulously styled, had begun to fall apart (not that she cared a wit), her cheeks were flushed and tiny beads of sweat were standing on her forehead. All in all, had Morgan caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror she would have considered the party a success thus far. Morgan tossed a wave to a group of her housemates as she made her way to the punch bowl. Even ninety seconds removed from the center of the dance floor Morgan could still hear the music reverberating in her ears and she was still breathing hard.
A second after scooping herself a punch Morgan tossed another wave and smile in the direction of a different group of Slytherins, the group she’d silently nicknamed “the couples” as there were no single people within elbowing distance. There’s a group I’ll never fit in with, Morgan thought. For the most part Morgan had to admit she liked being a Slytherin, green did set off her eyes and she had made a handful of close friends over the five and a half years she’d gone to Hogwarts. But all the same there were some things about Slytherin that bugged her; the assumption that it was full of “evil” people, for one thing, and the fact that there were more than a few jerks who thought having Muggle parents was something to be ashamed of. Douche bags, Morgan snapped as pictures of the more vitriolic muggle haters skipped across her mind.
After the glass of slightly too fruity punch, Morgan was still a bit parched but the dance floor was calling out to her like a siren. Punch or dance, punch or dance; it wasn’t quite the immortal “too be or not too be” of Shakespeare but at the moment it was the quandary in which Morgan Dodd found herself. Her attention wandered back and forth between the sirens’ call of the dance floor and the thirst quenching, if bad tasting, punch bowl.
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!
Fyora breathed a small sigh of relief as Ashton took charge of the dance, keeping hold of her hand and leading her across the floor. It wasn't a complicated dance move or anything, but she had the impression that he'd done this sort of thing before. There was something in the way he carried himself. Or something like that.
"So, before when I nearly knocked you over, were you looking for some tall, dark, and handsome date?"
Fyora gave a small laugh without meaning to. The idea of her being at a school function with a date seemed bizarre to her - it just never happened. She assumed the boys just saw her as one of them, rather than a girl who could be flirted with. Or maybe no one had ever fancied her before. Before? No, that made it sound like she thought Ashton fancied her now. And he didn't. Did he?
"No," she replied hastily, trying to cover up the laugh. "No, I wasn't looking for anyone. Well, not a date anyway. I was hoping to find Fefe or Alex, or someone like that."
At that moment Alex and Jereff walked past on their ways to the drinks table, looking as if they had eyes for no one but each other. "Well, I guess that's one friend accounted for then," she said with another nervous laugh, painfully aware she was making a habit of it. She caught Ashton's eye as she came out of a twirl and, for a second, held it, forgetting about the rest of the dancers, about the hall, just focusing on the music and Ashton.
But the song ended, and it was as if a spell had been broken. Couples pulled apart, some people left the dance floor in search of refreshments or fresh air, while other, new couples formed and drifted into the centre of the hall, waiting for the next song to start. Fyora looked back up at Ashton, expecting him to leave. After all, it had been one dance to apologise for knocking her over. He'd be leaving now, off to find some other girl to dance with. Her brain worked quickly, searching for anything to keep him where he was, even if just for one more dance. A question. Yes, that would do it, ask him a question.
"What about you?" she said tentatively, feeling that she might as well make it a useful question. "Who are you here with tonight?" She knew he and Puck had split up recently, but someone like Ashton was never alone at these things. She looked around, almost expecting another girl to march over, cut between them and demand her date back for the next dance.
Re: La Vie En Rose [2.14.09] Valentines Day Ball!
At Ashton's question, Fyora seemed to let out a cough or a laugh, whatever it was, Ashton wasn't sure. Either way, it seemed to express some sort of shock that he had even asked such a question. It hadn't been that bad of a thing to say, right? Had he been so pathetically obvious that she realized that he fancied her, and now wanted nothing more than to get away from him? Wait, had he just said that he fancied Fyora? What was his problem? Why did he suddenly think he wanted to get involved in another relationship when he had already sworn to never date again? At least until he was thirty. No wait, he wasn't going to date until he was married. He wasn't quite sure how well that would work out, but maybe he could get into an arranged marriage. Not that he trusted his parents to set one of those up for him. In fact, no. He would never let them. Knowing his luck, he would end up marrying Amelie. Amelie, the girl that had given him his first kiss at what, age nine?
"No," Fyora replied somewhat quickly, seemingly trying to cover up her cough or laugh, whatever it was. "No, I wasn't looking for anyone. Well, not a date anyway. I was hoping to find Fefe or Alex, or someone like that." Ah. Ashton nodded in understanding. So, Fyora had come alone. This was a good sign. A very good sign indeed. No one was ever alone on Valentines Day if they could help it. Meaning she probably didn't have any potential boyfriend at the moment. Meaning there was no problem with Ashton dancing with her in the middle of the dance floor, having a high old time. Maybe it would have been better if she had a date though. Then he wouldn't have to sit there and worry about his feelings and wonder if he really did fancy her, or if he had just been hit in the arse by cupid's arrow. Valentines Day had a tendency to do funky things to people.
"Well, I guess that's one friend accounted for then," Fyora said with a nervous laugh as Alex and Jereff passed with each other. Ashton watched them for a moment, half weirded out by the fact that Alex was showing affection publically, and half jealous of what the two of them had. They had been in a relationship since November, and they were still going strong. They hadn't gotten sick of each other, they didn't fight, nothing. It was as if they functioned so well with one another that they could go on and on in their relationship. Why could Ashton never have the luxury? How long had he and Puck lasted? Hardly any time at all. A month if he was lucky. No, not even. They had started at the end of December, and broken up on the eleventh of January, on Alex's birthday. So it had been over a month ago. And he and Puck still couldn't shake the awkward feeling between each other.
The song soon came to and end, and Ashton stopped leading Fyora, yet still kept a hold of her hand, even after the music had stopped. Merlin, that was proably awkward, wasn't it? Him just sitting there, holding her hand. Before he could furher think about that, Fyora was asking him a question. "What about you?" She questioned. "Who are you here with tonight?" Was she asking because he had asked, or was she asking because she was personally interested? Ashton had absolutely no idea. He wasn't good with women! He needed to find someone that was. Someone that could tell him everything it meant when girls acted a certain way or said a certain something.
"Nope, I'm here by myself," Ashton replied, feeling relieved but completely uncool at the same time. But why would he want to have a date if he wanted to dance with Fyora the whole night? Wait... he was getting ahead of himself again. Maybe he needed to stop trying to convince himself otherwise. Maybe he did fancy Fyora, and he was just afraid of getting involved again. Yes, that had to be it. With that, Ashton started digging through his mind for something to do or say to try and make her stay with him rather than go off to find someone else to dance with. Vixen started to sing a rather revolting song, making Ashton cringe, so that ruled out dancing. "Ugh, this song is terrible," Ashton said to Fyora with a laugh. "D'you want to uh...go get a drink with me?" He asked, hoping to Merlin that she would say yes. Maybe he could even get her to go on a walk with him away from everyone else... No. That was probably pushing it.
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