Post by Adhara Naunet on Aug 5, 2009 20:54:15 GMT -5
Green eyes widened in shock as some drunk, disorderly wizard she had never met in her life strode into the Great Hall and made a beeline for her chair, not even stopping before he plowed into the piece of furniture and dumped her right out of it onto the ground.
It was only shock that kept her from hexing him right out the window to follow the boy into the lake.
Laying in a pool of purple silk (she had forgone her usual emerald green dress robes for the night) she stared up at him, utterly dumbfounded at his behavior. Adhara Naunet had probably never been at a loss for words or hexes in her life, but she was utterly stumped now. Who did he think he was? Just who did he think he was?! She stared at his proffered arm in a disdainful mixture of shock and disgust and, of course, did not reach to accept the gesture in the slightest.
Her mouth opened, red lips parted in an attempt to form words, but none came. Instead she gaped at him for a few more seconds before the rage set in. It was not the smooth, misty subtle visitation of fog rolling in, but rather the sudden ferocity of a summer storm. Green eyes snapped lightning and her voice was indignant.
"I should think you do, Mr...who are you? How dare you?" She glared at him and rose gracefully to her feet on her own, surveying the trespasser with her hands planted firmly on her hips, five feet seven inches of sheer outrage.
You got all the skill you need, Individuality You got something Call it gumption Call it anything you want Because when you play the fool now You're only fooling everyone else You're learning to love yourself
"Oh, hey, I'm Seth; Seth Smith. What's your name?"
The wizard kept his hand out, completely oblivious to Addie's temper as it flared in ways that would make even Roan cringe. As she stood up, the here's-a-hand-to-help-you-get-up hand turned into a here's-a-hand-for-a-handshake hand, and, after considering saying that three times fast, he returned his full attention to the woman.
"I'm sorta new here, but I guess all these parties have to be the same in one way or another." He was, of course, referring to the booze; no party, wizarding or otherwise, could be complete without a minibar. "Come show me around," he said quickly, grabbing her arm and dragging her to where the wine was; as more people rolled in, getting a drink would become harder and harder.
Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 5, 2009 21:20:12 GMT -5
...Or Leseur just might meet that tasty morsel now. He had seen the clearly drunken man stumble into her and make a fool of himself. Then the obnoxiously rude man proceeded to grab her arm and force her toward the wine table. Leseur was offended by this man's behevior to say the least. With the swiftness of a western wind, Leseur was shuffling his way across the dance floor to this woman in need.
With his strong grip and a pull he seperated the man's hand from the woman's arm. The man's wrist grasped firmly in the Frenchman's hand. In a calm voice, and always with a confident smile, Leseur spoke "Now, Monsieur, I woood advise you to leave this young woman alone," he paused to let everything he was saying sink in, "and maybe leave thee dance seeing az you are een no condeetion to do any aneetheeng at thee moment" Leseur let out a sigh and let go of the man's hand now, and turning to the woman with a look of concern, "Are you ok, mees? I saw thees man knock you ovear and cood not stand idlee by while he disrespected you like that".
Last Edit: Aug 5, 2009 21:21:04 GMT -5 by Leseur Follet
Post by Adhara Naunet on Aug 5, 2009 21:41:18 GMT -5
Luckily for the drunken wizard, and unluckily for Addie, her wand had rolled out of her hand and under the table. She only missed it when she reached for it with the other arm that wasn't being held in a death grip, to blast her unwelcome, self-proclaimed "date" to kingdom come. Of course, she was the Charms Professor, she didn't need a wand. Except for the most nasty curses she knew and was dying to use.
Simple would have to do then.
She was about to wandlessly and wordlessly enchant the punch bowl to updump itself over Seth's head when yet another wizard turned up to play the hero. Part of her was relieved, part of her was bemused, and the other part of her wanted to pour punch over the both of them for their mutual chauvinistic displays of testosterone. Honestly, she wasn't territory to be fought over.
Therefore, Addie thought that it was with very good grace that she responded to the Frenchman's questions civilly. With a mental pat on the back, she pasted a thin, empty smile on her face as she replied, "Yes, thank you sir. Thank you for playing the hero and rescuing poor, little, helpless me."
There was only the slightest hint of ironic mockery underlaying her pronunciation of hero, and she doubted such a subtlety would be noticed in such a circumstance. However, it was beyond her ability to manage any kind of even vaguely polite response to the second half of his statement, so she didn't bother.
Instead she inclined her head at him and fixed a dazzling smile on her face as she lifted it back up, "I don't believe we've met before."
You got all the skill you need, Individuality You got something Call it gumption Call it anything you want Because when you play the fool now You're only fooling everyone else You're learning to love yourself
It came as a bit of a shock for Seth to feel his arm peeled away from Addie's. The poor guy had only wanted to get trashed alongside a hottie, but it seemed some Frog had to come by and ruin everything.
Damn Frogs, always coming by and ruining everything.
The wizard, feeling the Frenchman's strong, manly hand releasing him after several moments of disgusting Frog-breath and slurred Frog-speech, neatly slipped his now-free arm over Leseur's shoulder and brought him close, cutting him off as he attempted to sweet-talk his mark.
"Duude, really?" he whispered, the smell of alcohol blasting into the Frog's face as he wheeled him around, facing away from the witch. "Man, I hate ta break it to ya, but, y'know, it's gotta be said." He pulled his arm back, stepping over to face Leseur; their noses were barely an inch away, and the battle of the horrible-smelling breaths raged.
"Man, y'know.... you're, well, y'know." Seth tipped his head forward and sighed, clearly uncomfortable saying what he had to say.
"Yer bein' that guy, man. Don't.. don't be that guy, alright? Really, that's just gay, man."
Barely able to stifle his laughter, the wizard leaned over and darted past the Frenchman, heading straight for Adhara; he had done an excellent job of leading the Frog away from his prize during their 'walk', and so he made use of the fact that Addie was a midget when he grabbed her hand and lead her deep into the crowd. Still leaning somewhat, and with the short woman trailing behind, they had successfully disappeared in the forest of people.
Seth paused for a moment, content that they had managed to evade the annoying Frenchie. "You're still supposed ta show me, like, the school and all. Look, there's another bar; I wonder what kinds of drinks they have there... "
And they were off again, zipping through the party.
Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 5, 2009 22:15:37 GMT -5
(OOC: errr... god rp.... but i'll roll with it)
Leseur watched as the man dashed away with the woman he had been talking to after rudely interrupting their conversation. Leseurs's suit now turned an attractive crimson red as he watched them "successfully escape" and did absolutely nothing to stop them, even with his lycan fast reflexes.
So Leseur noticed a faint smell of the woman and looked down to see her wand had been dropped. Apparently she was a tad helpless now, especially since she was given no choice but to be dragged around by the drunken fool. Fortunately, for the young lady, Leseur would find them and give her wand back so she could send him flying into the like she did that naked boy.
Post by Adhara Naunet on Aug 5, 2009 22:29:16 GMT -5
OOC: You might want to mind your own business, kid. And if you post in a thread, you should be RPing in it. Surely you're a decent enough writer that you can incorporate this mini-drama into whatever you're doing in here.
BIC:
Again? Did the man not learn? Adhara sighed and allowed herself to be dragged away yet again. She wasn't happy but she did need to get closer to the punch bowl in order to "cool" Smith's apparent ardor. Maybe it would even sober him up a bit, but she wasn't about to hold her breath for that.
Finally the wizard reached his goal, leaving the witch a bit breathless from their (his) escape over the dance floor from the rather attractive Frenchman. Completely fed up with the wizard in front of her, Adhara glowered as she reached past him for a lemonade. This was a school sanctioned event, of course there was no alcohol being served to the general public on the dance floor. Only the staff table had the authority to order non-child-friendly beverages from the house elves working in the kitchen below.
Seemingly on its own, the crystal punch bowl began to slowly revolve upward, drifting silently toward Smith. The green-eyed woman's lips quirked upwards in a smile that expanded in proportion to the proximity of the punch bowl to Smith's head. Finally, it reached its destination and the offending wizard was covered in sticky fruit flavored beverage.
You got all the skill you need, Individuality You got something Call it gumption Call it anything you want Because when you play the fool now You're only fooling everyone else You're learning to love yourself
What annoyed him most about being drenched was not that the drink was sticky, nor that his speech was too slurred to make out the cleaning charm. The most irritating thing about this mess was that the punch wasn't even spiked; what sort of crappy school was this that nobody had even bothered to spike the punch?
I mean, seriously! It's a wizarding school; back at Hogwarts, during the days of Harry Potter and his friends, the Weasley twins would have taken it upon themselves to spike punch - if not with alcohol, surely with some sort of interesting new potion, no? Perhaps something that would cause the girls to grow beards and the guys to develop even worse cases of acne than they already had; maybe even something more fun.
That's just the nice stuff, and even that's 'worse' than a regular, old-fashioned alcohol spike, no? Kids have gotten trashed before; people always smuggle in butterbeer, hell, they drink it out in the open in Drakborough! It's one thing that they don't allow alcohol to be served to kids during the dance; I mean, they're still young idiots, so God knows what the hell they'd do with an ounce of scotch in them.
But to not have spiked the punch? That's just bad taste, pardon the pun. Obviously, the students here had problems sorting out their priorities if nobody had bothered to walk over to the bowl - friggan out in the open - with a flask of vodka to dump that %@ in.
God.
Whatever; in that moment of internal ranting, Seth had found a moment of clarity, a chunk just large enough to help him finally cast his stupid cleaning charm. No longer soaked with sticky kiddie juice, he turned to his new consort.
"It's obvious this party won't get any better," he growled. "You don't have to be here after it starts, right? 'Cause I'm pretty sure there are more interesting places to be at the moment. Let's go!"
Funny how the drunken mind works; he had already dragged her more than halfway across the hall to the exit before he realized how pervy what he said might have sounded. Aah well; not like he couldn't use a little fresh air. It was getting stuffy in here, especially with the smell of Lycan.
BECAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS WHO'S A LYCAN OR VAMPIRE NOW AMIRITE?
Mal fInaly enter the Hall turned ball room , He was in his sleek Dark green dress robes. There was pitch black raven perched in his shoulder loking her and there. Mal hadn't had time to actuallu ask ash to the dance, but she had to be here she was head girl right? He had Belasko, gthat's gthe raven fly just above everyone heads and locate her for him.
"Hello Ashelle," he said once he finally got to her, "you look stunning" The raven perched back on Malachy's shoulder. "Oh and this is Belasko, Belasko this is Ashelle. How about you Go and scout so me and ash can talk?" he told the raven giving him a mental image of Morgan. He wanted her watched.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Aug 6, 2009 15:23:32 GMT -5
Ashelle turned to find Malachy standing there as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't been missing for months or failed to send her any word or forgotten to ask her to the dance. Ashelle could feel fire rising in her but took a deep breath to keep it concealed, she didn't want to ruin her beautiful dress.
"Malachy, I know it's not going to hurt you so I will just say it. You have no loyalty. It's all over the school that you like Morgan more than me even though she won't have you. People have never noticed me before but now they are avoiding me. Apparently they approved of Nav over you (though I can't be sure why). You've turned me into 'that girl' I didn't want to be, even if I haven't done anything, they all think I have. I can't have that kind of reputation. On top of that you haven't spent time with me, we haven't even studied together. I am in the Library every day, but you never notice. You didn't even owl me to say you were proud of me for getting Head Girl!" Ashelle took a deep breath to contain herself once more and continued on.
"I know I can't change you, so I am not going to try. Your an adult, you can make your own decisions about where you want to spend your attentions. But know this, loyalty and love aren't just words or games to play. Feelings aren't to be trifled with. If you learn that lesson before you die, more power to you. If not you'll be alone - and being alone isn't fun. I've been there, and now I am there again."
Ashelle wanted to shake his hand or something but figured it would be too trite and cruel. So she just turned away and walked in her red dance slippers over to the refreshment table. Her throat was hot and sore and she needed a drink.
Malachy was perplexed at first he was going to just walk away but she kept talking aso he got annoyed. then she was still talking and he gos irked.
Beasko hopped to r gain his footing and Malachy stepped closer. "Fine, then its over. I come to tell you about the shop that I fonally opened up, introduce to to my familiar both which took a bit of time to obtain. Oh and by the way I'm probably banned from the library. Last time i was in their I burned down the Dark Arts section. So the Librarian probably won't let me in even if I wanted to."
I've been working my arse off else where and get to come to you who can only think of everything I did do with her. Last I checked a relationship went both ways. You could have asked me to help you iff you needed it, but you never did so I assumed you didn't need me help."
I came to congratulate you on the new position but you didn't even care to notice the Raven sitting on my shoulder. I'm the owner of Dovie's old shop may you could congratulate me on getting that from the mayor. I have tons to celebrate, and all you care about is that I MIGHT still have feelings for Morgan. well maybe I do in fact, Belasko go find Morgan for me, maybe she'll appreciate my accomplishments more than this tramp who wants affection but can't ask for it." May bw he was a bit harsh but he was angry and The raven had already flown off to find Morgan.
Well, it wasn’t the enthusiasm she had been hoping for, but it was a start, and possibly the best that could be expected given the circumstances. The violet haired witch continued to smile, despite her urge to let it falter, and walked out on to the dance floor as if nothing in the world could be wrong.
“Forgoil, Forgoil,” she replied, her voice low and teasing and her eyes were dancing. “When have you ever known me to be crazy, hmm?” She grinned at him for a moment, letting the insincerity of her words sink in, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The music, for now at least, was reasonably slow, so there would be absolutely no need for any potentially embarrassing antics on their part.
“Leseur’s suit is pretty wicked, don’t ya think?” she smiled, glancing up at the herbology teacher. “Not a patch on the classic though,” she added, looking back affectionately at the grey haired Scot. He looked particularly handsome tonight, aside from the slightly fatigued air that had surrounded him since the confrontation in his office, and Sylph could have been happy to dance all night staring into his grey-green eyes had it not been for the memory of the red lights that had once been there…
“Oh, bloody hell!” Sylph loosed an involuntary exclamation as a naked boy streaked past the two of them, sparks of light surrounding his head. Sylph spun to watch him, momentarily surprised, and then promptly burst into a fit of laughter. “Haynes!” she yelled, trying and failing to suppress the continuing chuckle, but it was too late. The Gryffindor was gone.
“That’s nice,” she said good humouredly, turning back to her dance partner. “Good to see some end of term high-jinks. I just hope he doesn’t get Gryffindor into the negatives before the new year has even started. And,” she added wryly. “That that was, y’know, the cold talking.”
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