Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 26, 2010 23:47:39 GMT -5
((OOC: This is set before the big breakdown, so yeah please don't be glad Ashelle is feeling better, if you'd be so kind, thank you.))
((In dedication to OOC Orca who wanted a Dance, here you go!))
At last Ashelle finished the finishing touches on the Feasting Hall. It had been transformed for the Yule Ball she had been given permission to throw. It had been a long time since the school'd had a dance and Ashelle felt that a Yule Ball would be just the thing. Unfortunately some of her arrangements had fallen through due to certain Head Boy's experimentation with the school owls that had caused the molting of their flight feathers. At least she thought it must have been him. At any rate the dance had to be pushed back to after Christmas. Still at least it was still December.
The fairy lights twinkled merrily on the four huge trees in each corner of the room, while no-melt ice stars with color changing centers floated near the ceiling. The entire room was done in white, sliver and gold, with small circle tables in groups of three encircled the dance floor. The music came from a enchanted fountain on the stage behind the podium and in front of the teachers table. Instead of the water sounds it would play requests in the order it received them, Ashelle had payed extra to get the one that knew Muggle songs as well as Wizard ones, to satisfy the masses.
Finally she waved her wand and opened the doors. She had a feeling no one would show up but had worn her best red and gold and white Trithead Dress Robe set anyway.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Dec 29, 2010 19:11:08 GMT -5
Now, usually, when Morgan went to school dances, she would make her own dress based on some muggle style that had reached the height of fashion decades before she’d been born. However, she was unsure of how she should dress now that she was a teacher. Wizard fashion had never appealed to her very much, and so she didn't even own a set of dress robes. But, she couldn't exactly go in the mint green prom dress with the tiered lace overlay (circa 1965) she'd originally seen and loved. She had to look a bit more grown up.
So, she went with a different vintage dress. This one was a sleeveless cocktail dress made of burgundy satin with a full skirt and a sweetheart neckline. Over that, she pulled a black bolero of soft velvet, and slipped on some cute black kitten heels, a black pearl choker and matching earrings. Then she charmed her blonde hair into a simple chignon. There. She looked professional, but pretty too. Satisfied, she went down to the dance.
Seeing Ashelle, she smiled and went over to the girl. "It's so good to see you. How have you been?"
Post by Nadia Fairchild on Dec 29, 2010 19:36:58 GMT -5
Nadia looked at the heap of clothes piled on her bed. What was she supposed to wear to this kind of thing? She didn't have any wizard formal wear, maybe she just ought to forget the whole thing. But, she was hungry, and there would be food there. And, besides, she didn't want to be known as that weird girl who doesn't go to school dances. Who knew, it might be fun, right?
Except, she'd been trying on everything she owned and nothing looked right. Not that she owned anything fancy anyway. Nadia was not the kind of girl who really liked to shop, and most of her wardrobe was jeans and t-shirts. She plunged into the pile of clothes again, hoping to come out with something that was at least cuter than the school uniform she was wearing now.
About an hour later, she had finally settled on something. A teal and black tiger-striped halter top over a dark-washed denim miniskirt and black capri-length leggings. On her feet were black converse, because the only other shoes she had were the docs she wore with her uniform. She of course was wearing any makeup, and her jewelry was limited to the Christmas presents her mom had sent. A black ribbon around her neck from which hung a sparkly black heart pendant, and earrings that matched. She wasn't exactly happy with the result, but with her wardrobe, it was the best she could do.
She went downstairs, hoping that her indecisiveness in getting dressed had ensured that at least a small crowd had gathered, and so her not-quite-so-formal dress would be ignored. Only, to her dismay, she found that only the head girl and the charms teacher were present. That sucked. She paused in the doorway, not wanting to disturb their conversation.
Then she turned around and went outside. "Wow. It's really cold," she observed aloud. "Accio Jacket" From a window on the upper level, her black hoodie flew towards her. She pulled it on, glad for its warmth. Was she the only one lame enough to go to a school dance here? Were the dances here not as big a deal as they had been at her last school?
Post by Cassandra Robinson on Dec 30, 2010 22:45:45 GMT -5
Cassandra arrived in the fantastically decorated feasting hall precisely ten minutes early. As prefect, she of course had to make an appearance, no matter how time consuming and exhausting chaperoning restless teenagers may be. Textbooks offered better entertainment than school dances, even if the feasting hall was barely recognizable, adorned with exquisite care as it was.
However, because she was prefect, Cassandra had realized the importance of looking the part, and had allotted herself half an hour to prepare for the dance. Naturally, she had selected attire appropriate for the Yule Ball well in advance (DRESS ROBES if you have better things to do than read descriptions), settling on a full-length dress of a drabbish green with an empire sash, as well as fingerless gloves of a lighter color that reached her elbows. And so, all that was left tonight was to change--no last minute scampering like a headless chicken, thank you. Unfortunately, Cassandra hadn't accounted for her hair, and in the end it had required a vast amount of furious recombing and unsnarling from all the times she put it up and impatiently removed pins and clips and braids and whatever else she had attempted with her tresses. Because of the countless days of simply charming her hair straight and doing nothing else with it, her bumbling fingers unused to fine details finally showed, and she couldn't ask other girls in her house to help (whether that was because of a lack of females in Ravenclaw or her pride is debatable). Luckily she'd never bothered much with makeup, and the little time left for it was plenty for a quick wash, powder, and lip gloss in a neutral color before sweeping down the tower stairs. While difficult with her dress' long hem, the process was greatly simplified by the fact Cassandra had refused to wear anything but vaguely fashionable (but undeniably comfortable) flats.
If she would be forced to remain at the dance for the entire time, she would not suffer it in heels.
And so, the Ravenclaw had arrived safely to her destination, and once there, sharply surveyed her surroundings--good, there were barely any in attendance so far--picking out convenient vantage points where she could oversee the most area. That being done, she headed towards the refreshments table. Until other prefects arrived, Cassandra would stand guard over the food and trust (ugh) that students would behave themselves satisfactorily with the presence of the professors.
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Dec 31, 2010 23:31:25 GMT -5
((This is after Layne regains her normal form.))
Layne's life had been fucking complicated lately, but at least now everything was semi-normal again. Except that Leon probably fucking hated her. And at least one person had seen her naked. She fucking hoped that asshole didn't turn up here, because she had sort of a plan.
It had actually begun weeks ago. She'd written home to tell them that there was going to be a school dance, and could she please have some money to go dress shopping with her friends. Only, her mother interpreted that to mean, 'please send me the ugliest fucking dress you can find'. And fuck, that dress was a hot mess.
((Link to dresses in case you want to skip the next two paragraphs. The dress on the left is what her mother sent her, the one on the right is the one she wore.))
First of all, it was a jumper, like a little girl would wear, with a white, puff-sleeved blouse underneath. It was also red and green plaid with a snowflake print over that. Finally, it was covered in ugly, green bows and came with white tights and a pair of sparkly red shoes that had maybe an inch and a half of heel, and matching green and red hairbows.
Fuck that. Layne was not going to be seen in public wearing shit like that. So, she used color changing charms, and cutting charms and even some sewing charms to tailor that ugly piece of shit into something wearable. Dark blue and figure hugging, what little figure Layne actually had, that is. The tights were turned into sheer black stockings, and the shoes were charmed into strappy heels the same midnight color as her dress. She even took the riot of color out of her hair, if only for tonight.
It was all part of her plan, even though the plan had changed a little. Her original plan had been to show up at the dance looking like hot shit, and then telling Leon that she liked him, preferably while slow dancing. Only, now Leon hated her and shit, so she just had to show up, look good, and hope he was there too, so she could apologize for whatever the fuck she'd done to piss him off so much.
When she got to the dance, she noted that there were only a few chicks there, and none of them were anyone she'd be comfortable talking to for any length of time. One of them was a goddamn teacher, and she was talking to that insufferable bitch from muggle studies. Oh well, she'd just wait until Leon showed up, or Whites. She could probably talk Whites into getting Leon for her. And, if not, at least Whites was the single other person in this fucking place she could actually stand to be around.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Dec 31, 2010 23:34:11 GMT -5
"I am well I suppose," said Ashelle in reply to Morgan's greeting, "How are . . . the Punch!" Ashelle had just remembered that she'd forgotten to add a spell to the punch bowl to refuse anything that wasn't already in it thus negating the possibility of someone spiking it.
"If you'd pardon me for just a moment Morgan, I'm sorry, Professor Morgan." And she Hurried over to where Cassandra stood surveying the punch bowl. Pulling out her wand from the pocket of her red and golden sheer robes she places the punch ladle in the bowl then took a deep breath and attempted the spell her Aunt Lyddia had taught her.
"Repello Susicivus"
Ashelle held her breath but this time she'd done it right. The bowl glowed red then the glow faded to pink and was gone. "Phew! I can't believe I forgot that! Well now it's safe at any rate. The Bowl will now repel anything extra anyone attempts to put into it. She smiled at Cassandra.
"I hope you have a good time tonight, Thank you for being so prompt in coming. I am Ashelle O'Conner, Head Girl by the way. I take it you are one of the new Prefects?"
Post by Cassandra Robinson on Jan 1, 2011 2:26:24 GMT -5
"The punch!"
Her eyebrows raised in a look of bland incredulity as the Head Girl proceeded to make her way in a flurry of hastened movements towards Cassandra's vantage point by the punch bowl. "Hello, Ashelle," she greeted politely at the Gryffindor's arrival, at once both amused and irritated by the redhead's fluster. She was, after all, Head Girl, and people in such high positions of authority should always be calm and composed so as to better control the masses. At the moment, students were only beginning to trickle in, but it was something to keep in mind.
As Cassandra began formulating the most diplomatic and respectful way to communicate this thought to her elder, however, the Head Girl did an extraordinary thing: she pointed her wand at the punch bowl (good, she had the sense to carry her wand with her, even at an event such as the Yule Ball), pronounced a spell Cassandra whose half she faintly recognized, then proclaimed the drink safe from any attempts to spike it.
"Oh, will it?" she said, studying the fading glow, her expression discretely intrigued to the Head Girl's friendly demeanor. She could not manage a smile, so she settled for a look with a hint of approval as she met the redhead's eyes, tidily hiding any doubt she had of the spell's effectiveness. "Good thinking, especially with remembering to include the ladle before invoking the spell. I assume this would be the repelling spell, then?"
At the Head Girl's introduction of herself, Cassandra adopted a faint but genuine smile, inclining her head in recognition, though not extending her hand for a handshake. "Yes, of course. Ashelle, the Head Girl, as everyone should know." Fellow student or not, she was one of the famous O'Connors, and likely was raised to be above such plebeian customs as the handshake. It was nothing offensive, simply her culture. "I am one of the newly assigned prefects, as you said. Cassandra Robinson, of Ravenclaw, I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance." She brushed at the material of her dress, quite aware of the difference between her own and the Head Girl's.
Nicodemus Alecto was a new arrival to the school, but around just before Christmas long enough to hear about the dance. Nico, as he was commonly called, had decided to go but during the Christmas break he had sent an owl to his parents for a good and proper dress robes. Of course when they sent him, he found they had chosen dress robes that didn't fit him at all. The robes where green, thankfully, but dark and in shadow they looked black. The trim was silver and had lighter green inlay over his breast to show the family emblem of the Alecto family.
His pants matched his suit but he was wearing dress shoes and he had a nice necklace, inlayed with some precious jewels and he had a Slytherin crest on his neck which had been passed down through his family for years. He stood there in the doorway, he seemed to be the only male to have come to the dance so far. He rubbed his hands together as he watched the HeadGirl charm the bowl. He was impressed with the forethought, he was almost tempted to try something just to see if it worked.
He walked into the hall and was impressed with the amazing decoration that was out all over the room. "Wow" He said, he had seen the room once before when he arrived. He was dressed nicely but the suit just looked something like it belonged a few decades before but he looked good. He was young, about 15 and he was slightly handsome. Of course the red and black hair didn't match the suit and made them stand out even more.DERP!
Post by Amira Raines on Jan 1, 2011 21:03:19 GMT -5
Amira searched her trunk for a dress. She really hadn't thought much about what she was going to wear until it was about an hour before the dance actually started. Her first plan of action was to walk in, steal some food and leave. However, she was prefect. The hufflepuff decided it would be best to stay almost the whole time.
This was the dress she managed to find. She wore a pair of black wedge heels. The heel wasn't all that high, maybe about an inch. She charmed her hair to be curly. Her heels clacked all the way to the feasting hall.
Her blue eyes scanned the room. It was very nicely decorated. There were six others that had arrived before her. Everyone was so nicely dressed. Amira stood there at the door and stared in awe.DERP!
Post by Felix I. Genero on Jan 3, 2011 11:34:34 GMT -5
[OOC: Let's assume the whole 'Tiberius melting the school' thing didn't happen, mmk?]
BIC:
Dances were for a) the social butterflies, b) the party planners, c) new people hoping to make some friend, d) those who liked free snacks and e) those who were in complicated relationships that they hoped a little footwork could resolve. Everyone else probably either f) was made to go, or g) had some other strange incentive. Felix, however, was h) none of the above.
He was rather indifferent to dances. He was not a social butterfly, a planner, new, hungry or in a complicated relationship. In all truth, he would rather go hunt vampires, or read a book.
Felix had already purchased a new suit in town, just in case he did decided to go, and he did have a minor obligation to go as part of the student government, but did he really have to? In most schools it would be strange if a 7th year Head Boy decided not to show up for the dance, but Firefox was most definitely screwed up enough to not even think twice if even the Headmaster didn't even show his face at the Yule ball.
Still, it was an opportunity to meet some people and 'hang out'. Deciding to attend out of shear lack of reason not to, Felix entered the Feasting Hall with a smile on his face. Why not at least pretend your enjoying something if you're forcing yourself to do it?
Instead of wearing his usual dress robes, Felix decided to dress like a muggle. Their fashion was superior. He was wearing a flitted gray pinstripe two piece suit with a baby blue shirt, a dazzling black tie, a white lace pocket square, and smooth black Lidfort shoes. After all, all the girls were wearing muggle attire, why should he? [http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/61710CollarFlip_2406Web.jpg]
The first thing he noticed was the fact that there was only one other guy in the room. A newcomer named Alecto, Slytherin 5th year, if Felix recalled correctly from the list of new students.
Ashelle, who had set up the ball, was still mad at him for his experiments with the owl. He had tried to transfigure their wings into a titanium based artificial alloy that he invented to allow them to fly through all weather without being forced to stop. It would truly revolutionize the postal system! His experiment did indeed work and all the Christmas letters and presents were delivered in record time, but unfortunately there was the whole molting side effect that he hadn't foreseen. Minor detail.
There also was Miss Fairchild, who Felix hadn't meet yet, Miss Robinson, who Felix knew from Divinations class, Layne, who pretty much hated Felix's guts, Amira, who had recently walked in on Felix taking a bath, and Morgan, who was Felix's adopted 'big sister'.
Dances never actually started until someone asked someone else to dance. He would ask one of the other prefects, yet Miss Robinson was talking with Ashelle and he assumed it would be awkward to ask Amira after the encounter in the Prefect's Bathrooom, so the Gryffindor walked over to Professor Pendragon instead.
“Momo! I mean-- uh, Morgan! Wait. Do I have to call you Professor or is Morgan fine?”
Thankfully, Felix never really cared what Morgan thought of him. That was the wonderful thing about pseudo siblings.
“How have you been, now that you're a professor and all that?”
goddamn gigantic-ass image resized by orca. you're welcome.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Jan 4, 2011 12:56:01 GMT -5
Ashelle bowed shallowly to Cassandra in return, "Thank you for saying so, you'd be surprised how many people seem to forget my name." It was true, at least, that had to be one reason for nobody talking to her. Obviously there were other less innocent reasons, but surely forgetting her name had to be one of the right?
"I'm pretty sure the spell will work correctly," she said replying to the question asked of her, " yes, it is a repelling spell, that's why I put the least decorated cloth on this table. That way if the spell is tested too much, at least the tablecloth wasn't expensive and I can just throw it out." Ashelle smiled again, and smoothed her dress robes.
"Please excuse me, now that people are here I'd better go welcome them to the ball, and tell them how to work the music fountain." I shall then walked over, and up to the podium, and rang a small crystal bell for everyone's attention.
"Greetings everyone, and welcome to the Yule Ball." she said in a warm tone that still projected around the room. "Thank you for coming. I hope you have a good time tonight, and that your holidays were extra special. I have an announcement to make before we -erm- 'get this party started'," had she just quoted a Muggle song? Yes, she had! Cousin Vicki was clearly starting to be a bad influence on her.
"I was unable to procure the talents of a band on such short notice, however I was able to rent a musical fountain, one of the best on the market. all you have to do to request a song, is touch the point of your wand to the base of the fountain and say name of the song you want along with the artist. Saying the artists name is especially important because in the Muggle World -I am told- many Muggle artists tend to record the same song, resulting in different versions."
Ashelle smiled, "yes, you heard me right, his fountain knows both Wizard and Muggle songs and artists. So without further ado I will request the first song, after that you may all, one in time, come up to request something. Just remember that the fountain will play them in the order you request them, so your son may not come up immediately. Thank you for your attention and have a wonderful time."
Ashelle then turned and walked over to the fountain. Taking out her wand and gently placing it on the bowl of the fountain, she said quietly and clearly; "'Believe' by Josh Groban."
OOC: The fountain is made of crystal if anybody's wondering, I'm not sure I said that. Also it's about the length and width of a queen size bed only round, of course. Have a 'Ball'!
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