Post by Cary Christopher Hughes on Aug 7, 2007 22:28:25 GMT -5
Cary grinned as he watched Madaline dance herself back into a good mood, and he moved to the same beat. When she offered to talk later about what had happened, Cary was relieved. She didn't think he was a complete jerk! She wasn't going to walk away from him the second they stopped dancing! In that moment, Cary began to feel more confident in his ability to make friends at FFU. He chuckled to himself, wondering if Madaline would notice his own mood boost.
"Only if you want to," he replied, tripping ever so slightly in his shiny shoes but, for the most part, dancing well enough not to look like a moron. "I certainly don't want to pry," he added, almost as an afterthought, since he realized just then that he should check the positioning of his hand. He shifted it upward slightly, closer to what he was fairly certain was the approved waist-hand contact spot.
"So, do you know most of the other people here?" he queried, curiously, as the two continued to dance.
Geldaline watched carefully from a safe distance as everyone milled around her in their evening finery. What a zoo it had become in such a short time. Madaline looked lovely and seemed to be enjoying herself with a Hufflepuff boy. That was just as well, Geldaline decided. Mad needed some good friends. She just did not seem to belong to the rowdy house of Slytherin by any means. But, as she had said once before, the sorting hat just didn't make mistakes.
With everyone in such a buzz, she had almost missed the walking dead amongst the shadows. Oh please, she thought with a dejected sigh, like anyone with a head on their shoulders would honestly be scared of him. But, it seemed that scared was not the term for it. In fact, one of the more lovely professors was seemingly enchanted by the walking corpse. 'I'm going to be sick.' She thought to herself. Werewolves were one thing. At least their own blood ran thru their veins. She shuddered at the thought.
Years ago, when she had still no knowledge of the living dead's existance, the sight of him would have terrified her. But now it simply made a muscle in her jaw tick. You weren't allowed muggle weapons on school grounds. If so, her firestar would have been firmly strapped to a thigh holster. Silver doesn't do much, but it will slow a vampyr down. She leaned back against the wall and focused emerald eyes on the corpse's back, burning a hole with her gaze.
Post by Chris Stran on Aug 7, 2007 22:46:19 GMT -5
(OOC) Ya for copy and paste
Despite all his actions and planning, it went really sour for Chris. Having flirted with so many he has yet even had a date to go to the dance with. Regardless he still had shown up in his pure white suit looking the best he could with a top hat on encamping his hair under his hat while he prouldy walked around with his cane tapping the floor ever few second with it showing off just how great he looked. "Ah too bad i'm here all alone prehaps i might get a dance somwhere in this crazy place," Chris said to himself a he walked around marveling how good the place looked.
"Prehaps this might help me. Orchideous!" Chris said as he shot out from his wand flowers and added, "Diffindo!" cutting the flowers into many pieces as they scattered around him harmlessly slowly falling to the floor as each petal scattered everywhere. As he walked around greeting everyone he met and saw, especially Azrael for who seemed to have used the avis and oppungo spell combo too.
"Man what a drag, and all i wanted was someone who is normal or average but since we're witches and wizards I'll raise the bar on it," Chris said as he smiled to himself as he stood there waiting for company.
Hahaha now my rise to greatness will surely come slowly and wisely as I Chris Stran leads his path
Post by Professor Roeswood on Aug 7, 2007 23:57:15 GMT -5
Marina's heart was pounding as she took a seat next to Blaise, her chest rising and falling a just a little bit too fast. Originally, she had intended to stand but she found that her knees were wobbling too violently to allow her to stand any longer. Somehow, the presense of this particular Vampire always managed to set her nerves on edge, and whether that was because of her experience with Sombre or not, the Professor couldn't say.
She was admittedly very confused by the sudden change in Blaise's expression. It was the strangest thing, really, because she had never viewed vampires as creatures very full of emotion, and yet every time she was near him he seemed to be at some sort of extreme with her.
"Nothing's wrong," she replied wanly, looking baffled. She shivered as she felt his cold fingers on her face, lifting up her chin so he could look over her better. She got the feeling of a prized hippogriff being thoroughly checked over by a prospective buyer, which was admittedly not a very pleasant sensation. When his grip slacked, Marina crossed her arms uncomfortable across her torso, feeling too scrutinized.
Now that Nina expected to see surprise changes, the second quick shift in demeanor did not baffle her so, but it was still very off-putting. However, she knew that if she let her guard down and let him get under her skin, that he would only feel empowered by gaining the upper hand. She had to be certain to maintain her composure, and accordingly, she made her posture more leisurely, replaced her frown with a smirk, and concocted that mischevious glint in her eye that Blaise used to seem so fond of.
"Blaise Eria, Fanged Walker of the Night," Nina returned, snorting slightly and rolling her eyes carelessly. "I'm assuming the title hasn't changed, of course, unlike mine." She leaned forward, staring into the eyes so much like her own, showing him that even if she had fallen apart since she'd last seen him, she would not allow herself to be afraid.
"Though, I'm afraid my title needs a bit of updating. There was Marina Roeswood, Slytherin Prefect. Then there was Marina Roeswood, Head Girl. And now... now, I am Marina Roeswood, Professor of Flying." She was both correcting and updating, and she wondered vaguely whether he really cared what had transpired in her life since the last time they met.
Post by Madaline Weasley on Aug 8, 2007 1:38:06 GMT -5
As she spun in a delight her smile turned to a sudden... He's here look in shock and almost happy... "Um... Cary.." She smiled.. "Sweet Cary... I am so sorry... but I loved the dance and the... everything.. it was great, but... my..." She paused... he wasn't really her date... "Accompaniment... has arrived...." she curtsied gracefully and walked over to Chris.. "Hey you.." She smiled...
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Aug 8, 2007 3:59:11 GMT -5
Talon was beginning to get comfortable dancing with the youngest of the Professors - though she seemed to have very little experience and relied very heavily on Talon's lead, she wasn't, to her credit, quite as bad as the Headmaster had expected. Seeing how he had cheered up the previously gloomy Professor and waltzing around the students was more than enough to fill with the Headmaster with glee. Students spitting out their drinks and laughing openly at the sight of Talon in his garb really didn't mean much when you were twirling around the dance floor.
Well, until Marina suddenly jumped in shock, lost all nerve to even follow the Headmaster's lead and moved off the dance floor with a quick note of illness. Talon was left rather stupidly standing in the midst of the dance floor, Marina charging off in a direction that he couldn't follow after a few students had danced in the way of her path. The Headmaster turned around, a hand in his hair and a look of exasperation on his face. 'Goodness,' he thought to himself, 'What am I supposed to do -'
It was at that moment that Professor Elensar, a person Talon hadn't quite run into outside of dinner in a long while, had bumped into his back by accident. "Oh that's quite alright," he said in response, not quite catching her attempt at refering to him by his last name, "I shouldn't have just been standing here like..."
He trailed off rather awkwardly as it suddenly occured to him there was something he wanted to speak to her about. He wondered if this was the right time, but then again, if she'd just bumped into him, there was no better time then now. "...like this...wait, Professor Elensar, there's something I need to speak to you about. Can we take this off the dance floor?"
A voice rang out as a late arrival stormed into the Feasting Hall, the battle cry of the fragile-looking woman echoing even over the music. At first, if people happened to turn toward the door, they would fail to see the person who had shouted the cry, as this particular person was barely four feet in height. If they happened to look a bit lower than an average person's height, however, they would see a girl with mismatched eyes and an old-fashioned, green dress running towards the dance floor, a determined look upon her face.
Arriving at the edge of the dance floor, the extremely short woman [legally a midget, actually] took a deep breath as if she was charging some sort of laser, and then proceeded to fire, or shoop da whoop as I like to call it. "DANSU TAIMU DESU!" She cried, and seemed to fly in a crazed fury toward a certain girl. Of course, she wasn't flying, merely running fast enough to give her legs the appearance of simply hovering in air as she made her way closer and closer to her prey, vaguely resembling a shark as she crisscrossed her way through the dancing couples.
Finally, she arrived at her destination, which happened to be Teagan. She stood, imposing for a simple four foot tall female, and took a somewhat menacing stance in front of the grouchy girl. "Desu!" She said, pouting at the girl with red hair, and reached out a small, cold hand toward the taller girl's presumably warmer one. "Dansu shimasu desu, Tayganu-san! Nani hitori de kowai kao shiterun desu ka? Kyou wa tanoshii hi desu yo!" And with that, the woman/girl/toddler smiled warmly. "Odori mo kekkou tanoshii desu~.." And with that, she quietly did a little twirl on the spot as if to show what she meant. Once again holding out her hand for the taller girl's own, she let loose a smile once more.
"Woot woot!" Chris shouted as he walke daround the dance screaming and shouting. As he turned around he noticed Madaline and started saying, "so how you liking this dance so far?" With that he walked closer towards her trying to see if he can get in at least one dance.
However, before he reaches her Chris shouted, "AVIS!" With that hundreds of parrots quickly appeared in the room sqawking, "CHRIS FOR QUADWIZARD TOURNAMENT!" They repeated this over and over making sure each student and staff member heard this, making sure that at least one of the slytherins would nominate him as the Slytherin champion.
"Man I hope I win this nomination," Chris said to himself as he walked to Madaline Weasley does a quick bow and asked, "would you care to dance?"
Hahaha now my rise to greatness will surely come slowly and wisely as I Chris Stran leads his path
She was going to have a coniption fit. There was no other way to put it. If the professor looked that vampyr in the eyes one more time, Geldy was going to give up on the poor woman having any sanity whatsoever. Rule number one when it comes to vampyrs, never look them in the eyes. Perhaps the lady had no idea. But then again, why would she be so infatuated with him had they not met before? At this point, she did not care. Sliding her hand around her neck she eased some tension from between her shoulder blades.
Well, Chris was quite the spectacular. A show all on his own. And of course there goes Madaline. Goodness sakes she's head over high heels for that boy. That's just as well. They seemed to fit each other just fine in Geldaline's opinion. Not that her's really mattered to anyone of the people she studied. But, she would keep her mouth shut and stand in her little corner, watching. She had already given up on someone asking her to dance at this point. It wasn't necessary. She enjoyed simply studying people. The night gave them a mask for selfishness, stupidity, and lack of morality. The harsh light always revealed the truth.
When a screaming midget went running past, Geldy stifled a giggle and shouldered a look of bewilderment. Now if that was the most entertaining thing to happen all night, she would be pleased. Shaking her head she noticed the Headmaster removing himself and another professor from the dance floor. Teacher talk, she assumed. Ah well, what else could she discuss in her own mind. She needed something to drink. Maybe she'd walk over to the refreshments table. Ah, maybe later.
Post by Zacharies Ringweaver on Aug 8, 2007 11:57:19 GMT -5
It took a moment for Zach to realize, once again due to the extreme amount of punch, that he had actually run out of plastic cups to pass to other people. So, not waiting for the girl's reply, because surely he would never see her again anyway, decided to go back to the punch bowl and refill the cups for another go around the dance hall. He even added more cups due to more people arriving seemingly by the minute.
Before heading off on his way, he refilled the cat's bowl full of punch so that they would have something to do.
He went around again, doing the exact same thing, with the exact same introduction.
"Hello, my name is Zacharies Ringweaver, but you can call me Zach. I have two cats, a horrible sense of direction, and a mental disorder called CosmoDeliriophernia which makes me appear as if I had gone insane, which, on various occasions, I really have. Currently, I'm experiencing a rather powerful hang over from drinking too much of this fine punch and I thought you might like a cup to get a hang over on as well. Here you go."
Then he added: "And you are?"
Before turning away and continued serving the rest of the scattered populace.
The fact that he didn't wait for a reply whenever he asked this question only made the conversation, if you can call it that, more confusing. Nevertheless, Zach didn't perceive anything wrong with it, so he continued.
He did this, once again, to the Headmaster and the teacher he was currently talking too, the man who lives in shadows and the teacher he was talking too, the Hufflepuff boy and the Slytherin girl, the prefect, the librarian, and, most recently arrived, the dreary looking girl from Ravenclaw and the abnormally small woman she was talking too.
Having made his second trip around, he went back to his table, where the cats were waiting, and put the tray down.
He sighed. He was tired, he had no idea what time it was, and, moreover, there was an incessant pounding in his head that wouldn't stop. He put his arms on the table and put his head down.
After a few moments, he peeked only a bit out from under his arms and surveyed the scene.
Suddenly he found himself fundamentally fed up with dancing, fundamentally fed up with dressrobes, fundamentally fed up with laughing, fundamentally fed up with noise altogether, fundamentally fed up with punch, fundamentally fed up with music, fundamentally fed up with the ever changing dance floor, fundamentally fed up with teachers, students, and people all around, and fundamentally fed up with pretty much everything else in the room.
And as he glanced around, looking for more things specifically to be fundamentally fed up with, he came to the sudden conclusion that he was the only one in this entire room that had no idea what the hell was going on.
For those of you who don't know, it's a terrible feeling. There he was, sitting in a table, dressed in Gryffindor common robes with heavy leather bags on each of his sides full of unpacked materials, looking more like a hobo than anything else. When all around him, people were laughing, dancing, dressed in fanciful dresses and dashing dressrobes, hanging out with friends and having a good time.
He suddenly found himself floating on a small, lone island in a bright orange sky with a small, thin tree as the only decoration. All around him, the students and teachers were on one, gigantic island being happy.
There there were, on their own, big island, being happy. Then there he was, on his own island, cold, alone, and utterly, utterly wretched, floating farther and farther away from everyone.
The depression got so bad that he just sat there for the remainder of the time, watching everyone, eyes fixated on that one big island as something he could never have. Even the cats, who, after a time, mewled and protested, hopped off the seat and stalked away from him to find something more interesting to do...
"...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."
Avyre had just managed to get a drink from the punch table when she noticed someone nearby. It was a boy, about her age, decked out in rather fine clothing in shades of balck and silver. The ring on his finger caught the light and shone a blood red. He seemed to be meandering around, much like Avyre herself was. Avyre, you told yourself, no more meeting people! You already know what's going to happen... But for once in her life, Avyre didn't care if she got embarrassed or insulted. This was a dance, a chance to get to know the people she would spend the next seven years with. She might as well bite the proverbial bullet and introduce herself. She straighten her back, set down her glass and walked quietly over to the boy. With every click of her heels she could feel her confidence building. By the time she had gotten to the boy, she wasn't at all worried what his reaction might be to her introduction. "Hello," she said, extending one long hand, "My name is Avyre. What's yours?"
(Note: Just to clarify, the boy she's introducing herself to is Cary.)
Post by Nettei(pwn't,post next decade) on Aug 8, 2007 12:52:03 GMT -5
Antoinette sighed as she continued to struggle with the dress her mother packed her for the Start of Term Ball. Finally getting comfortable in it, she sat on her four poster bed in the Ravenclaw Girl's Dormitories, and tried to fit her feet into the enchanted dark blue, knee-high high heels that her mother also packed for her just for this occasion. Finally completing the tiring task, she lye back on her bed and thought about her last half of an hour at Fire Fox University.
'Nette arrived at Fire Fox. It was a magical place indeed. A huge castle that lay home to many mysteries and secrets. Walking up to the Arch, Antoinette placed her bags on the ground and proceeded to push the large doors open. Picking her bags up and stepping inside, she was simply mystified. 'It looks larger on the inside than from the outside' she thought to her self as she gently closed the entrance doors behind her. Looking down to see the map that was in her hands, she followed her way up and down and side to side to eventually find the Ravenclaw Common Room entrance.
A beautiful Blue raven stay perched in a magnificent painting which was said to guard the Ravenclaw Common Room. Muttering the password, Antoinette stepped into the magical room that was Ravenclaw. Letting a small, warm smile play upon her face, she trodded to the stairs that led to the dormitories. Although, after 'further inspection', she found that she had accidentally wandered into the Boy.s Dormitories. Quickly running down the stairs with her bags, she proceeded up the correct stairs, into the warming Girl's Dormitories.
Finally finding the elegant bed marked 'Antoinette Contaire', 'Nette placed her bags on the floor next to it and plopped on her bed, exhausted. Sadly, as she soon found out, the Start of Term Dance had already begun, ergo why she had not seen any people in the Common Room or Dormitories. After a great deal of ranting to herself for arriving late, she quickly got up from her bed and headed to the showers. After taking a satisfying shower, she returned to the Dorms and found the bag that contained her Dress and Heels for the Dance.
And here she was, strapped into an elegant blue, shoulder hugging dress, and stunning high-heeled boots that were enchanted by her mother to subtly give of the blue colors of Ravenclaw, 'Nette was almost ready to go to the Dance. Standing up, she remembered one fatal flaw in her attire, she had no experience wearing high heeled shoes, ever. After reassuring herself that there must be plently of people who were just like her, she opened one of her bags yet again, to reveal a mini make - up kit that contained: lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, and cover up / blush. After applying Ravenclaw colored lipstick and eyeliner, and after placing Ravenclaw-Blue colored contacts under her eyelids so that it appeared that her iris' were colored blue, she was finnaly ready to appear to the dance.
Bofore walking down the stairs to the Common Room, Antoinette looked in the mirror. The face looking back at her was 'pimped out' in Ravenclaw colors. Her usual unnaturally long hair was somewhat wavy tonight, although her long blue bangs that covered her face remained intact. The shoulder-hugging dress would normally a bit large for for her small, eleven year old body structure, but after following specific instructions that her mother had packed with the dress, her body seemed to fill out the dress, and make it look halfway decent.
The boots that her feet rest in were giving off the shining blue light of her House. Feeling satisfyed with herself, she walked out of the Dormitories and Common Room, occasionally stumbling because of the unnatural high heels that these boots came accompanied with. Enduring the small snickers that came from upperclassmen that hadn't attended the dance, 'Nette continued to hold onto something no matter where she was. Therefore, she continued to grab onto statues and railings to support herself.
Finally arriving at the dance, she walked into to see many faces, but none of which she knew. Eventually finding a chair to rest at the Ravenclaw table so that she would not embaress herself by tripping every five minutes, she casually walked over to the table and pulled a chair out. She then just sat, and enjoyed bobbing her head to the beat of the music and watching the students and professors of Fire Fox dance.
Post by Madaline Weasley on Aug 8, 2007 12:59:35 GMT -5
She turned back and mouthed... 'Sorry Cary' She went back to Chris.. "Oh... my... Quadwizard tourney?? You..." She smirked.. "Not If I get Nominated." She said snyly taking his hand. "I would love to, but first... Finite Incantatem," Making the birds dissapear Then, "Orchideous, Avis," Causing her own birds and Flowers. She controlled the birds to holf up the flowers Spelling- 'Madaline Weasley, QuadWizard Contender' Then with a flick of her wan she said again, "Lumos Maxima" She made her wand Brighten the Flowers... "Okay... Now Im ready..."
Post by Cary Christopher Hughes on Aug 8, 2007 13:03:46 GMT -5
Cary didn't manage to get a word off before Madaline said her goodbye and flounced away from him. The hand that had been holding hers went instead to the back of his head. The boy ruffled his hair in frustration. He had hoped that she would introduce him to her friends so that they could be his friends, too. 'But, then again,' he reasoned, 'she did seem pretty into him. I wouldn't want to intrude on a date.'
Suddenly feeling awkward standing alone on the dance floor, Cary shrugged as nonchalantly as possible and made his way over to where a tray of punch was moving around, held up by a small Gryffindor boy. With a "Thanks, man," Cary lifted a cup of punch from the tray to his lips.
'Well, the punch has been spiked ... better enjoy it while it lasts.'
Just as Cary had finished enjoying a private little grin at his discovery, another girl walked up to him, held out her hand, and introduced herself. Delighted at how much easier it was to talk to people than he'd thought it would be, he reached out and gave her hand a firm but soft shake.
'You can learn volumes about a man by the way he shakes hands.'
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Avyre," he said with a smile. "My name is Cary. How are you doing this evening?"
Trish continued to watch everyone dance. She wasn't sure why but a part of her began to wish that she was on the dancefloor as well. This wasn't like her at all, mainly because she had never really danced in her life.
What's the big deal about dancing? she thought, and tried to get any thoughts of wanting to out of her head. She then started to try to keep her gaze away from the people on the dance floor, after all if she wanted to dance she'd be on the floor herself.
Just go and dance by yourself. No one will care if you do, that's the point of this dance isn't it. To dance, right? Trish began telling herself. However, she didn't get up to dance she just stayed at her table and continued watching the other people dance.
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