Post by Cary Christopher Hughes on Aug 7, 2007 17:09:21 GMT -5
Cary grinned warmly at Madaline when she giggled at his name. "Ah, you laugh," he replied good-naturedly, "but I guarantee you that I was named for a very famous Muggle movie star. ... I guess it's a more common name among them? Well, at least it's cute." He ended his statement with a laugh, and admired Madaline as she twirled through the turn.
"You dance very well, Miss Weasley," he commented as she faced him again. "Upholding your surname is an important thing. My family is a long-lived Pureblood line on the west coast of the United States. Have you ever been there?" Cary had, of course, heard about the Weasley family and their venerable history, and he was interested to hear how other kids his age felt about the pressures of having a well-known name.
Post by aNaTaKkAtAnA on Aug 7, 2007 17:13:35 GMT -5
Katana bit her lip as she got dressed for the dance. Her yellow and black dress was lying on her bed, waiting to be worn. Her hair was brushed and looked like silk. She had a worried look on her face as she put on her dress. " I've never been to a dance before. What do I do?" She zipped up the back of the dress and put on her gold-coloured middle-heeled shoes.. She looked down at them. They had pink flowers facing up at her, and a kind, peaceful aura that calmed her down. She smiled and looked up, into her mirror that she was holding.In the mirror was a beautiful face with long, flowing hair. She smiled and took out her lipstick.
Soon after, she was walking down the stairs that led to the Palace, where the Dance was held. She smiled and walked into the Palace. There were students, teachers, even the Headmaster was dancing. She noticed that some people had no dates. neither did she. Katana walked onto the dance floor and balloted.
Last Edit: Aug 7, 2007 17:14:17 GMT -5 by aNaTaKkAtAnA
Leave me alone and I won't hit you with my broomstick every single time I get the chance. *hits with broomstick* You certainly deserved that, you slimy, untrustworthy, double-crossing, Slytherins!*Hits with broomstick yet again*
Post by Madaline Weasley on Aug 7, 2007 17:16:58 GMT -5
"Well... thank you Cary." She smiled and continued to dance... "Umm... really, movie star?" she smirked "But... wich one is he know?" She said playingly.
"You aswell dance divinely.. and well... my name is only a feauture... I think of it as more a... feature because of well... how my family..." she cut herself off knowing she would turn into a tearful tragity... "Um... well..." she smiled as the song continued... she returned her hand to his a lifted it up... again. She put her hands back to his shoulders and gave a slight dismayed frown then returned to a gentle smile...
As the song went from slow to an almost tango she put her hand to his and her other up his arm and on his shoulder.. "Ready??" she smirked.
Post by Shane Matthews on Aug 7, 2007 17:17:16 GMT -5
Shane. Hated. Crowds. It was all he could do to repress the natural impulse he always had at noises above a certain level to throw around charms to silence all noise, as it was giving him a bit of a headache already. A party like this was almost more than he could take. Even now, he carried a book in his pocket, resisting the urge to pull it out and bury his face in it, in something he loved and away from all these people and their loud noises.
His resolve was tested even more sorely as Talon headed off the dance. Pretending not to be associated with him and staring around ‘confusedly’, so people would think he didn’t know who this person was He quietly mused how Talon clearly hadn’t read a single book on wizard-muggle relations ever. For a history professor, this was a bit of a disappointment to realize he was a bit more limited in knowledge than Shane has assumed..
Unlike, of course, some over-enthusiastic girls, Shane wasn’t the sort who, if asked to describe his formal attire, would need to take up several paragraphs to do so. Shane himself had actually dressed up a little, of course. To put it simply, he wore midnight-blue dress robes, to celebrate being a successful graduate of house Ravenclaw.
Catching site of Marina at the staff table, he noted that she was looking absolutely stunning, to put it simply. Unfortunately, as Shane had opened his mouth and begun to speak to her, he was barely able to get his first syllable out when Talon interrupted, asking her to dance. Turning the half-spoken word into a coughing fit to cover the awkwardness of the situation, Shane gulped down a glass of pumpkin juice to follow through with his cover-up Now he turned instead to Professor Ravena. Unfortunately, his words of “So, wanna dance?” were lost as he found himself facing her back as she departed the table to go speak with someone else off at the other end of the hall.
Muttering darkly to himself, he pulled out his book and pretended to read.
Post by Zacharies Ringweaver on Aug 7, 2007 17:28:29 GMT -5
Zach let out a small hiccup as he chugged down another cup of punch. He was starting to feel light-headed and a bit tipsy, a feeling that fruit punch was supposed to give on only when you had drunken a certain amount of it. Unknowingly, he slammed the plastic cup down on the table, making the silverware around it shake. He gave a good sigh and continued to watch everyone go about their business.
And some business it was. All around, people were laughing it up, chatting, dancing, and whatever-else people would do on such a gathering. Even the headmaster, dressed, oddly enough, in a very colorful shirt that looked as if he stole it off a hippie from the 80's was getting his flirt on. To his left, a boy clearly from Hufflepuff, for only they would be so gracious and inviting whenever they extended an invitation to someone, even though he did seem to be a bit nervous, asked a girl clearly from Slytherin to dance. To his left, a professor at the staff table soaked everything in while sipping white wine, and down the center, the mysterious man that had suddenly appeared out of the shadows as if he lived in them began to dance with another professor.
Dancing...
The thought was a bother to him. Why was everyone dancing? And wearing dressrobes?
He took another swing of punch as he contemplated this.
Dancing and dressrobes...
Nothing really came to mind immediately. Sighing, he realized that his two cats were looking up at him with that oh-too-irresistible wide-eyed look. Sighing, again, he took a cup of punch and, after taking out their water bowl from one of the leather bags, poured them a drink.
Dancing and dressrobes...
He had the uncanny feeling that he was missing something very important. He didn't have a clue what it was, of course. The punch was making his mind slower than it usually was, which wasn't that slow at all. Quietly, he looked around the scene again, scanning every movement with those deep, deep brown eyes. There was a word that was coming to mind. It was on the tip of his ear.
What would people be wearing dressrobes for? Why would they be dancing? He tried to think of a way to associate the two words, but all he could thing about was getting another cup of punch, which he did.
Dancing...
He chugged the cup.
Dressrobes...
He still chugged.
Dancing and dressrobes...
Chug, chug, chug.
With the sudden realization of what was going on around him, he chocked on his punch and sprayed it all over a nearby girl, who cursed him madly before storming off.
It hit him like a tribe of natives that were waiting to ambush a fat pig to feast upon, and the feeling it left was a couple of spears embedded into his back.
He realized, with great shock and animosity, that he had unwittingly attended the Start-of-Term dance.
He had put it on his list of things to do. There were only two things on the list, actually. One was: Find Gryffindor common room. The other was: Do not attend Start-of-Term dance. The latter was written in big, bold letters and underlined seven times.
Now standing in front of the refreshments stand, Zach had realized he had done just the opposite of what he was supposed to do. This had only happened once before, and it left him on the roof of his house in the middle of an electric storm shaking his fists at the sky and yelling "Stop it!" for the better part of two days.
He wondered now, where the highest point of the castle was and if it was comfortable enough to stand and shake his fist on.
He sighed, and shivered, though it wasn't particularly cold. He gave a longing glance at the exit before deciding that he would stay. After all, what was the use? He would have to socialize eventually.
There were two things they didn't teach patients at the Arcadia Mental Hospital. One was how to socialize with people who thought you were insane, the other was how to serve people punch. Zach was about to do both.
Stealing a tray on which sat several cups of fruit punch from a waiter who had decided to dance with the girl who he had spilled punch all over, Zach went around and served everyone a drink. As he served them, he would say this:
"Hello, my name is Zacharies Ringweaver, but you can call me Zach. I have two cats, a horrible sense of direction, and a maddening state of mind called CosmoDeliriophernia which makes me appear as if I have gone insane, which, on various occasions, I really have. Currently, I'm a bit tipsy from drinking too much of this fine punch, and I thought you might like a cup to get tipsy on as well. Here you go."
Left the cup where ever it wanted to be and left quickly. It was a sort of one sided conversation, but hey, he was new to this.
He did this to the Headmaster, the woman he was dancing with, the creepy guy who lived in shadows, the woman he was dancing with, the Hufflepuff boy and the Slytherin girl, the woman who was sipping white wine at the staff table, the quite man reading a book, and the prefect from Hufflepuff.
Finally, he made his way to the other girl from Ravenclaw who had been wearing a beautiful and slightly provocative Muggle evening gown whom a group of obnoxious boys were making cat-like sounds at and offered her a cup of punch from the tray and said:
"Hello, my name is Zacharies Ringweaver, but you can call me Zach. I have two cats, a horrible sense of direction, and a maddening state of mind called CosmoDeliriophernia which makes me appear as if I have gone insane, although, on various occasions, I really have. Currently, I'm a bit tipsy from drinking too much of this fine punch, and I thought you might like a cup to get tipsy on as well. Here you go."
He was about to turn and leave when, all of a sudden, it occurred to him that he should ask for the girl's name as well. Feeling a bit nervous about this new approach, he put on a smile and asked: "And you are?"
"...Y'know there's a reason dreams are called "dreams". They're fun to have, but you'll have to wake up from them eventually. But then again, take me. Everyday is a dream for me, I live my dreams...up to the point where it hurts sometimes...
"Don't be so surprised. You could too, if you tried."
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Aug 7, 2007 17:29:29 GMT -5
Now on the dance floor with the Flying Professor, Talon held himself in full posture, as keeping yourself upright and strong always helped when leading someone in dancing. He put his left hand on Marina's waist. He wasn't sure how experienced his former student was at dancing, as she seemed rather embarrassed by the whole scenario. Whether this was because she didn't know how to dance or the idea of dancing with him...or his outfit...he didn't know.
"Well then, take my hand," the Headmaster said, a smile on his face, clearly excited by the idea of actually dancing for the first time in who knows how long. He held his right hand up triumphantly, hoping that a show of prestige might bring on some form of laughter.
Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Aug 7, 2007 17:32:18 GMT -5
Woo-hoo. Dance.
Teagan frowned and leaped backward onto her dorm bed. She rolled onto her back and curled her legs on the cover. Her waist and legs were on their side, but the rest of her body was flat against the ravenclaw cushion. She was pretty sure that she was the only sixth year ravenclaw girl for now, so she doubted than any would really bother entering her room.
She could use a transmutation circle, one of the few lessons they had with a professor before something-or-another was named after him when he died, to changed the shape of something or somethings into a dress. She could also put a charm on it to make it appear to be of much better quality, but then it would still move like the original substances used to create it. For a Christmas ball once upon a time back at Magic Horizons, two girls had jumped her and practically forced an outfit on her. For the last dance Firefox had, Teagan used transfiguration and got all Christmas-colored. She still did not want to go....
This was one of those mandatory things, though. Like forced creativity, this was "forced fun." Hopefully, they would not have another dance like this for a long while.
Anyone who tried to force fun into Teagan was just plain psycho.
She sat up grumpily and moved her legs off the edge of the bed. Why did she not simply skedaddle off to Drakborough? She had no money. The other Monolayres, her legal "guardians," had given her hardly enough for school supplies.
Her right ankle finished its swinging fall and bumped her heel against a box. Well, she knew it wasn't her quidditch broom.
She slid off the bed and peeked under it. Oh. In her frustration, she had forgotten that....
. . .
In time for Talon's speech, Teagan was calmly sitting at the back of the ravenclaw table. In the back, back, back, in fact. She left her long, absolutely straight red locks of hair free and sliding where they pleased. No, she had still not discovered a spell that could make her hair do anything other than get wavy for a few seconds and return to straightness. Regardless, she had no intention of dancing or making friends or being a chatterbox (dang, that'd have to be a hefty Babbling Beverage). An outer robe, a robe specifically for going over clothes instead of being the clothes, held tightly onto her shoulders, fell loosely over her wrists, and had her fingers squeezing it tightly at her chest. It was black and rather nice looking, a gift of Darren's girlfriend from when she had been stuck with them for a short time over the summer (the other purebloods wanted no reason for her to be with them any more than possible).
Her shoes were small black heels, not overly-done. Other than that and the robe, not much could be seen of her attire.
Very violet eyes with occasional splashes of red stared out to watch the others. The only reason she was some-what willingly here for was to keep order with the wild students. That fact did not end her torture any less. In fact, it seemed that her come-near-me-and-you-will-rather-have-hawks-rip-your-eyes get away from me normally repelling students kind of glance and aura... was being a complete failure. Chattering students were all around! Perhaps they were just too excited. Perhaps Teagan's earlier embarrassment, forgetting about that silly dress, had made her even more tired and weak than normal.
Students were dressed like Cinderella with large hip dresses and others with the direct opposite, ones with thin legs and broad shoulder designs. Some ransacked the food table instantly, and many girls and boys just gossiped along the table about all the cuteness. Outfits of every variety, muggle and wizard, were all about. The headmaster's particular costume managed to get a rare glance of Teagan's wondering what decade it was from.
Some of the dancers were students, some were professors, and some were neither. One of the new professors actually seemed to run away from her dance partner. It looked like some strange things had been slipped into the drinks. Teagan eyed hers warily. After putting Polyjuice Potion into goblets once, well, she never quite trusted the school's drinks again. Speaking of the professors, it looked like Nina, the ex-head girl was the popular lady of the night even though she did not appear too pleased by the dance.
Teagan sat quietly in her corner, watching everyone else, practically daring them to ask her to dance with the defensive glitter of her eyes.
For the umpteenth time of the night, the new head girl glanced at the clock, protectively hiding her garb under that robe. She had no intention of socializing.
Post by Blaise Eria on Aug 7, 2007 17:55:44 GMT -5
Blaise was once again surprised when Amy pulled away, but he was still, as always, calm and cool, hiding his surprise entirely. Her words interested him, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, before offering her one of his trademark cocky grins. "We shall see," he responded on a low murmur. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, Blaise bent elegantly to brush her hand with his cold lips.
He would see. And if she wasn't there when he arrived, he would hunt her and make her pay.
Blaise watched her back as she left the Hall, and then he turned back to his former quarry. Now it was time to make eye contact with Nina, to make sure that she knew he was there, that she would come talk to him before the night was out. Tonight, Blaise would be easy to please; all he needed was an audience with Nina.
As a small boy walked by him carrying a tray of punch, Blaise casually plucked one off the tray and sat down in the nearest chair, throwing his immaculately clean black boots up onto the table. As he drank his punch, he watched Nina, waiting for her to look back.
Kat watched as Talon and Marina tried to situate themselves to dance. Kat rested her elbow on the table and put her head in her hand putting herself in a position that screamed boredom. A little ways down the staff table, Kat caught sight of the librarian of FFU try to ask Marina to dance as well, but a little to slowly. A second attempt on the new pretty face of the professor with jetblack hair ended up in shambles as he started choking on his pumpkin juice. Kat knew that move all to well.
She chuckled quietly to herself before turning her attention back to the festivites. It was then she noticed who Professor Ravena had been dancing with before she fluttered off out of the doors to the castle. He was pale and chilling to look at. Kat felt herself stand up slowly, intrigued but cautious. There was no reason a vampire was to be here. Her contempt for all vampires bubbled a little within her, but she had learned to act. Kat could contain her emotion around their kind.
Walking around the staff table, she walked slowly around the flirting students and the dancing pairs, taking her time approaching the staring vampire. Her little black dressed moved nicely as she walked. Approaching the pale, tall vampire who had just sat down, Kat acted cool. "Bit of an odd festival for you to be attending, no?" Kat said, putting on a sly little grin.
Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free? Strange things did happen here No stranger would it seem If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Post by Cary Christopher Hughes on Aug 7, 2007 18:15:26 GMT -5
With a laugh, he replied, "Cary Grant. Apparently he was a really good dancer ... I think ... well, I haven't actually seen any of his movies."
Cary had been walking on air until Madaline attempted to respond to his question about her family and he realized that he had accidentally said something very insensitive. He had only meant that, given that he'd been taught to dance from a very early age, maybe that was the case for her as well. Maybe it was a Pureblood thing. All he had meant to do was ask about something they had in common, and instead he, her first dance partner of the evening, had dredged up thoughts that were making her eyes water.
"Oh, I'm - I'm so sorry!" he stammered, looking at his dance partner with an earnest, concerned expression on his face. "I didn't mean to be insensitive, I just meant - " but he was distracted by Madaline's moving his hand. Cary attempted to memorize for good exactly the point on her waist where he was allowed to touch her as they danced.
Luckily, at that moment, the slow song turned into a jaunty tango. Cary chuckled with relief, responding to the smile on Madaline's face as she ribbed him. "Ready," he confirmed.
Post by Blaise Eria on Aug 7, 2007 18:50:58 GMT -5
This time, he was less surprised. Another attractive female Professor was approaching him. Foolishly, Blaise wondered if Nina had noticed this effect that his presence had, and then mentally slapped himself for acting like a thirteen-year-old. 'I am irresistible, aren't I?' he thought instead.
There. That was more like it.
Blaise looked up at the Professor when she spoke to him, his left arm draped over the chair and his right holding the cup of punch where it was easily accessible. He took a slow sip of it now, gazing at the woman in front of him lazily.
"Yes, quite," he responded. His voice had taken on a slight fire, as though he predicted a confrontation. This teacher didn't look as amenable to dancing as the other had been. "But, rest assured I do have a purpose here." Instead of telling her what that purpose was, Blaise reached behind him for an empty chair and lifted it gracefully to his table. "Would you like to sit down?" he asked, fixing the Professor with an icy, penetrating gaze and a grin that was almost malicious.
Post by Professor Roeswood on Aug 7, 2007 19:28:57 GMT -5
Nina, despite her embarrassment, at the very least found the coordination to weave around the crowd at Talon's arm until they were situated in a spot on the dance floor. The man was a very old friend, a former Professor, now her boss, and a long-time colleague. Anybody who read anything more than platonic out of the way Marina clasped his hand would be making a grave misinterpretation. The woman would always view the Headmaster as a mentor, perhaps as a friend or brother, but never as something more.
The woman had noted Shane apparently try to address her, but she figured she was being a little overexcited in thinking it had been anything other than a friendly address. She noticed, as she looked out from over Talon's shoulder, that the Librarian was abnormally dressed up, and that was on top of the peculiarity of him being here in the first place.
Although she had come here in a sour mood, her teeth were becoming visibly by fractions of a centimeter at a time, until her face was composed into a wan grin. Talon could be a really funny guy when he chosed to (or entirely on accident, as he'd already displayed), and he was succeeding, at least a little, in putting the former Head Girl into slightly better spirits.
"Alright, Mr. Windwaltz," she said, her voice edged with good cheer, but her voice was still clearly sad beneath it, for reasons she didn't think she could explain to her friend.
Marina felt very relieved that Talon was a strong dancer and a good leader, and because of it she felt as though she was actually making a fair showing. At least, she knew the thing between the two of them that would draw the most jeers and laughs was her partner's garb and not her two left feet.
Talon probably noticed as Nina jumped sharply, though she quickly shook her head, dismissing what she'd seen. She thought she had spied a very familiar pair of green eyes from a deathly pale visage, staring at her, but she knew that was simply an impossibility. They most likely belonged to a student who bore a striking resemblence, if anything, and if not perhaps she had caught a glimpse of her own reflection amongst all of the silver.
She was very dismissive of the occurance for a few long moments while she danced, but her nerves were clearly struck, and her face became perhaps a tad ashen. She trod on Talon's foot twice before she released her hand from his, apologising profusely.
"I'm terribly sorry, Talon," she said, wringing her hand nervously as she edged her way off the dance floor. "I don't feel very good all of a sudden."
With that, she made her retreat, seeking a seat where she could calm her nerves with another glass of the citris flavored pumpkin juice. However, what she found confirmed every last fear and made her jaw drop, leaving her mouth agape.
"Blaise..." Nina said softly, her voice for the moment draining of the cocky self-confidence, the force that had given it so much power the last time they had seen each other in the Astronomy Tower of Magic Horizons. "It's been a while."
Marina set her jaw, knowing that Blaise would hate to see her weakness. However, her almost sallow cheeks and pale complexion, the things that would make her an equally unattractive vampire to Amy's potential beauty, betrayed that she had not been as well as Blaise might have expected to find her.
Post by Madaline Weasley on Aug 7, 2007 19:36:44 GMT -5
SHe smirked an started to shake in a tango shimmy and the grabbed his palms and started to move back and fourth to dance wildly.... "Okay." She started to go faster and help him spin her... "And... don't worry about it..." She siad as her tears diminished... "I will talk about it later..." She smiled and swiftly moved faster.
Kat couldn't get another word out. The vampire had found who he had been looking for. Marina sank into the chair, an expression on her face that Kat knew all to well but had long since experienced. Kat gave a small smile and slowly started backing up, leaving the two friends alone. The vampires intentions did not seem harmful toward anyone there. Unfortunately for Kat, her clairvoyant aura seemed to be off, as she backed right into the Headmaster Marina had just abandoned. It wasn't a clumsy hit, merely one that would be noticed.
Kat frowned biting her lip and slowly turned around to meet Talon. "Sorry Windwa-Headmaster," She said saving herself, putting on a cheesy smile. Having been so improper for months, slipping back into the flow would take some adjusting to. "Didn't see you standing there," Kat said awkwardly, standing up strait, trying to seem professional. She was shorter than Talon, but tall for a girl. She stood there for a moment, not wanting to seem rude, especially after backing into him.
Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free? Strange things did happen here No stranger would it seem If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Post by Blaise Eria on Aug 7, 2007 21:08:34 GMT -5
As Nina dropped into the seat next to him, Blaise completely forgot the existence of the other Professor for whom he had pulled up the chair. At the sight of her, his face betrayed his emotions for the slightest of moments. If Nina had seen the flash of feeling, she would have recognized shock, or disappointment. Before his eyes, Blaise saw a sallow wax figure of a girl.
He couldn't help himself - Blaise's eyebrows knit together in concern when he saw what he hadn't been able to see from across the Hall. "Nina," he said softly, with an edge of panic to his voice. "What's wrong? Are you ill? Or, no ..."
With the lightning quickness of his kind, Blaise's right hand darted to Nina's chin, grasping it and tilting it upwards. Once he had gotten a good look to determine that his favorite former Prefect had not, in fact, been endowed with fangs, he withdrew his hand. The entire moment took place in under two seconds, and then he was sitting back, dark malicious laughter in his eyes.
"Marina Roeswood, Slytherin Prefect," he hissed, having regained his composure. Always full of surprises"
Last Edit: Aug 7, 2007 21:09:21 GMT -5 by Blaise Eria
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