Post by Ferris on Dec 30, 2006 7:41:36 GMT -5
You're not planning on leaving before the end, right?
That all-too-familiar watery smile quivered upon the mousy haired lad's lips for a moment as he acknowledged Megan's jubilant words. Would he leave before the end? Of course he would. He might have come out of his shell for a bit, but as the crowds milled about him, bubbling over with excitement he began to feel more and more like his old self, lonely in this throng of people.
Then again, though, it was a magical night, and Ferris knew he - like Megan - would never forgive himself if he left before exploring the hall thoroughly, along with his new found confidence; however fleeting the feeling may be, he knew he had to make the most of it before it disappeared entirely, perhaps even forever.
A strange sensation wormed itself into his brain. It was like touch, but for a moment Ferris could not for the life of him figure out which part of his body it came from. It was ticklish, but somehow dulled, as if whichever part of his anatomy it was was desensitized. Then he realised; his antlers! Looking up above his head to where the branching pieces of magic sat as part of himself, Ferris saw liberal amounts of a bizarre parasitic plant, drooping slender leaves and laden with pearly white droplets. Uh-oh... Before he could duck out from beneath the itching mistletoe, he felt warmth on his cheek. It was Megan. She - she - she had... oh no.
Ferris flushed bright red. There were no feelings in his body for Megan that were not platonic or associated with gratitude for her kindness, but all the same heat burned in his cheeks until they almost matched the crimson bobble he wore for a nose. Swallowing hard, as if attempting to push back down his automatic embarrassment, Ferris smiled that old wobbly, unsure smile down at his partner. "Merry Christmas to you, too," he said, and, surprising even himself as he had done so often that day, leaned down and placed a hesitant and very light peck on the younger girl's cheek in reply. In the next moment, though, the diminutive brunette was dragging him off to the dance floor where the magical snow that would not gather on the floor began to pile up on his shoulders and on the branches of his splendid antlers.
The band - the almost surreal congregation of penguins and polar bear (though the latter did look rather fetching in his blacked out sunglasses) - was striking up a swing version of Let it Snow, Let it Snow; good to listen to but difficult to dance to. Ferris looked at Megan, completely at a loss, but then to his utter relief saw Aednat showing off her snowflake costume to a group of people. Spotting her wave, Ferris seized Megan by the hand and led them over. Anything not to dance.
"Uh, hey, everyone," he said in a small voice, smiling his usual faint smile at everyone, his eyes widening at the purple haired ex-prefect and her revealing garb, but quickly passing on to where Forgoil - the Hufflepuff prefect - was standing off woodenly against a giant rat. "Uh... what's going on?" he asked timidly, tentatively touching his antlers, just to make sure they were still there.
That all-too-familiar watery smile quivered upon the mousy haired lad's lips for a moment as he acknowledged Megan's jubilant words. Would he leave before the end? Of course he would. He might have come out of his shell for a bit, but as the crowds milled about him, bubbling over with excitement he began to feel more and more like his old self, lonely in this throng of people.
Then again, though, it was a magical night, and Ferris knew he - like Megan - would never forgive himself if he left before exploring the hall thoroughly, along with his new found confidence; however fleeting the feeling may be, he knew he had to make the most of it before it disappeared entirely, perhaps even forever.
A strange sensation wormed itself into his brain. It was like touch, but for a moment Ferris could not for the life of him figure out which part of his body it came from. It was ticklish, but somehow dulled, as if whichever part of his anatomy it was was desensitized. Then he realised; his antlers! Looking up above his head to where the branching pieces of magic sat as part of himself, Ferris saw liberal amounts of a bizarre parasitic plant, drooping slender leaves and laden with pearly white droplets. Uh-oh... Before he could duck out from beneath the itching mistletoe, he felt warmth on his cheek. It was Megan. She - she - she had... oh no.
Ferris flushed bright red. There were no feelings in his body for Megan that were not platonic or associated with gratitude for her kindness, but all the same heat burned in his cheeks until they almost matched the crimson bobble he wore for a nose. Swallowing hard, as if attempting to push back down his automatic embarrassment, Ferris smiled that old wobbly, unsure smile down at his partner. "Merry Christmas to you, too," he said, and, surprising even himself as he had done so often that day, leaned down and placed a hesitant and very light peck on the younger girl's cheek in reply. In the next moment, though, the diminutive brunette was dragging him off to the dance floor where the magical snow that would not gather on the floor began to pile up on his shoulders and on the branches of his splendid antlers.
The band - the almost surreal congregation of penguins and polar bear (though the latter did look rather fetching in his blacked out sunglasses) - was striking up a swing version of Let it Snow, Let it Snow; good to listen to but difficult to dance to. Ferris looked at Megan, completely at a loss, but then to his utter relief saw Aednat showing off her snowflake costume to a group of people. Spotting her wave, Ferris seized Megan by the hand and led them over. Anything not to dance.
"Uh, hey, everyone," he said in a small voice, smiling his usual faint smile at everyone, his eyes widening at the purple haired ex-prefect and her revealing garb, but quickly passing on to where Forgoil - the Hufflepuff prefect - was standing off woodenly against a giant rat. "Uh... what's going on?" he asked timidly, tentatively touching his antlers, just to make sure they were still there.