Post by Rezna Lardale on Aug 6, 2009 22:18:09 GMT -5
Rezna was very well aware that a dance was underway down at the Feasting Hall. Unfortunately, so many unexpected chores came up that required her immediate attention, delaying her in the quiet solitude of the Hospital Wing. For one, they were low on Pepperup Potions, and the Nurse needed to finish brewing her third batch just in case the university got a sudden case of the flu. Then she had four beds that needed changing, as their occupants mysteriously got better in time for the Start of Term Dance. It was not until the Nurse began watering the small herb garden growing on her windowsill, that she realized she had reached the last of her excuses.
The truth of the matter was that Rezna was nervous. She had never attended a ball or dance during her student years and would have preferred to keep it that way now that she was an adult. Only, the witch promised she would attend the day she accepted her position as school Nurse. Besides, she told her self scornfully, it would be a downright shame to having wasted so much time in preparation, styling her unruly hair and picking out an appropriate outfit, only to end up locking herself in the Infirmary.
Rezna Lardale realized this was one of those now-or-never moments, and before she knew it her stirring confidence propelled her out the doors, into the hallway, and down the many flights of stairs. It seemed like moments later that the young Nurse found herself outside the open double doors of the Feasting Hall, the silk of her navy dressrobes clutched in her fist. The dress itself was quite beautiful, trimmed in silver thread around the sleeves and hem. After some strict magical discipline, she turned her usually long, straight locks into tight, golden curls that fell down just past her shoulders. Rezna hoped the overall look gave her a delicate yet refined appearance.
Realizing, somewhat regrettably, that she couldn't stand in the doorway forever, the Nurse made her way into the room, doing her best to maneuver around the various small tables, students, and dancing couples as she headed for the raised platform on which the Heads of Staff were seated. On the dance floor, Rezna caught a glimpse of a few familiar faces, Sylph and Forgoil in particular, but did not bother to interrupt them. There would be time during the evening to mingle and catch up with her friends. At the moment, her date was waiting.
Turning her gaze upon a certain handsome, blonde-haired man seated behind the table, Rezna gently bowed her head in greeting. Smiling mischievously to mask her anxiety, the young woman couldn't help but note that, for a Headmaster, he cleaned up exceptionally well.
"Mr. Windwaltz, as promised, I'm here to uphold my end of the bargain."586
The truth of the matter was that Rezna was nervous. She had never attended a ball or dance during her student years and would have preferred to keep it that way now that she was an adult. Only, the witch promised she would attend the day she accepted her position as school Nurse. Besides, she told her self scornfully, it would be a downright shame to having wasted so much time in preparation, styling her unruly hair and picking out an appropriate outfit, only to end up locking herself in the Infirmary.
Rezna Lardale realized this was one of those now-or-never moments, and before she knew it her stirring confidence propelled her out the doors, into the hallway, and down the many flights of stairs. It seemed like moments later that the young Nurse found herself outside the open double doors of the Feasting Hall, the silk of her navy dressrobes clutched in her fist. The dress itself was quite beautiful, trimmed in silver thread around the sleeves and hem. After some strict magical discipline, she turned her usually long, straight locks into tight, golden curls that fell down just past her shoulders. Rezna hoped the overall look gave her a delicate yet refined appearance.
Realizing, somewhat regrettably, that she couldn't stand in the doorway forever, the Nurse made her way into the room, doing her best to maneuver around the various small tables, students, and dancing couples as she headed for the raised platform on which the Heads of Staff were seated. On the dance floor, Rezna caught a glimpse of a few familiar faces, Sylph and Forgoil in particular, but did not bother to interrupt them. There would be time during the evening to mingle and catch up with her friends. At the moment, her date was waiting.
Turning her gaze upon a certain handsome, blonde-haired man seated behind the table, Rezna gently bowed her head in greeting. Smiling mischievously to mask her anxiety, the young woman couldn't help but note that, for a Headmaster, he cleaned up exceptionally well.
"Mr. Windwaltz, as promised, I'm here to uphold my end of the bargain."586