Avyre smiled warmly, "I'm fine. Just trying to enjoy the dance. Apparantly it's much easier if you come with a companion, but since I just got here today, I'll have to make do with what I have." She could hear her Zia's voice in her head, He's a nice looking boy Avyre, there aren't many of those kind left. You need to get out there and introduce yourself. Men don't grow on trees you know... She had to admit, he was rather charming. And he seemed nice enough. She just hoped he wouldn't run away like the other boys she knew had.
Post by Blaise Eria on Aug 8, 2007 13:42:26 GMT -5
Out of nowhere, it seemed, Blaise's nastily smirking mouth transformed itself into an "o" of appraisal, and then into an actual smile. "Well, there's the girl I remember," he hissed, the sinister edge to his voice strangely incongruous with his smile.
"And, what's this? She's mocking me. My, my, Miss Nina," he snarled, desiring to tempt her pride even more with his use of the diminutive. No matter what happened, the night was going to be fun. Nina would either make delightful prey or a worthy adversary.
Slowly, Blaise leaned forward, mimicking Nina's motion until his irises were within six inches of her own. "Well, well," he whispered, so that only she could hear him. "Have you grown too big for your breeches, little girl? You used to veil your arrogance, you used to have an appreciation for subtlety. Now there's none of that and you're walking a very thin line."
With that said, the Vampire leaned back in his chair once again, returning his attention to his cup of punch. Slowly, he ran his finger around the bottom of the cold cup, almost meditatively. His eyes were still fixed on Nina's. It had almost become a challenge.
Her ego was swollen. She had become openly arrogant. She considered herself to be better than him, considered herself to be continually better than him with each year she aged in her mortal world. What he wouldn't give right now to see her mangled ...
Cold fury slowly smoldered in his veins.
"Well," he finally added, his voice chilly and sharp, "are you willing to grant me the interview I desire? ... In private? Or," he added with a grin that showcased his fangs, "will coercion be necessary?"
Post by Cary Christopher Hughes on Aug 8, 2007 13:50:44 GMT -5
"Oh, really?" he replied, raising his eyebrows. "I just got here yesterday. About to start 6th year ... what year are you starting?" There was definitely something comforting about talking to another new kid, even though she did look pretty young and Cary wondered how he would respond if she asked him to dance.
In an attempt to hide his worry, Cary lifted the punch to his mouth once again. 'Damn ... that is really strong!' It burned a bit going down and made his fingertips tingle, but Cary was enjoying the slight tipsiness.
Avyre blanched, she knew he was going to ask, but she had somehow hoped she could bypass the question. Well, it was time to come clean. "I'm a first year," she started, "but I'm sixteen. It's a long story, one that even I don't know everything about, but my parents didn't want me to leave to go to school until I was sixteen. So I'm going to be the odd one out. I've looked at the curriculum and I know enough to be counted as a sixth year, but my aunt says that my parents insisted that I start off a first year. I'll be lucky if I'll graduate by the time I'm 21." She felt embarrassed and downed an entire glass of punch in one go. It burned, but she had had stronger. She hoped it would take off the edge of things.
Post by Professor Roeswood on Aug 8, 2007 14:05:36 GMT -5
Marina had to carefully disguise the icy chill that shot through her veins. There was little left in this man that really reminded her of his former self. Every action seemed menacing, even his smile, and she knew that she must not be assured that he wasn't dangerous. Still, she knew she had to feign disinterest. If she made herself vulnerable to him, she calculated, her appeal would only be amplified, and she might genuinely place herself in danger.
She read in his expression that he bought her false arrogance, an emotion that Nina had never really allowed herself to embody in all truthfulness. She could be conceited, but she didn't have the self-confidence to be arrogant. Still, she had chosen her path and she was determined to stick with it, so she simply grinned and shrugged her shoulders.
"Mocking, why I'd never!" she exclaimed, placing her hand over her heart as if mortally offended. "Why you of all people should recognize a good-natured jest between old friends." She crossed her legs, sat up straighter, and folded her hands in her lap, staring defiantly into his eyes.
"You criticize me for lacking subtlety, and yet you're being awful blunt this evening, Blaise," she retorted, her pride by no means injured by his comment. He hadn't seen her in years, and she wasn't about to accept the criticism of a near stranger who at the moment had only been in her company for a short while.
"And I won't even begin on the subject or arrogance," Nina added, averting her gaze in the form of staring languidly at her fingernails, which she had kept neatly trimmed and clean.
She faltered for just a moment as she caught the threatening air of his voice. Marina did not, however, allow her expression to fall, or her eyes to express the numbing sense of trepidation that kept her rooted here. At a time long past she might have been drawn to him simply by fascination, but she was much wiser now and not as willing to risk life and limb in a foolhardy battle.
"Well, it depends, Mr. Eria," she began, furrowing her brow in thought, "what you consider to be private." Her cool gaze snapped back to his eyes, her expression stern and serious.
"I'm perfectly willing to travel out of earshot. As for your coercion..." Her voice trailed as she considered her path, and then went with it. With a smirk she finished, "I know you don't have it in you to hurt me."
Post by Andrey Lionhorse on Aug 8, 2007 14:37:43 GMT -5
Some minutes later professor Andrey the Grey came inside the Feasting Hall, dressed in white robes and with smile on his face. He knew he was late, but the atmosphere in the hall erased this problem from his head. Then he start slowly move toward window that was far away from the dancing place. He hoped that no one have noticed how he came inside hall, to not spoil such beautiful day. When he came near window he start watching how others are feasting.
Kat had lingered one moment to long, even out of politeness. "I shouldn't have just been standing here like..."
He trailed off as Kat had done just moments earlier. Kat and the Headmaster had not had a five minute conversation in the entire time they had known each other. He had hired her three years ago, a swift 19 year old who was eager to jump on the bandwagon at the mention of the fortress. The last four months of her absence had not gone unnoticed, or at least that is what Kat suspected as the Headmaster finished his sentence with increasing control of the awkward moment. "...like this...wait, Professor Elensar, there's something I need to speak to you about. Can we take this off the dance floor?"
Kat shifted her purple eyes to his blue ones. Her mouth parted a little in question, as though trying to get a feel as to what they had to talk about. "Well, that sounds as if it will be a happy conversation," Kat said raising her eyebrows, a very small grin on her face. She knew it was coming, she just wasn't sure when. However, she wasn't going to be caught of guard, nor apologize - if that was where this conversation was headed.
Kat turned away from him and started heading out of the Feasting Hall, leading the way. This was her response to him, an unspoken agreement to talking out of reach of student ears. As they made their way of the Hall, Kat walked a little farther, just to remain out of earshot. She turned back to face him. "Well, this is almost exciting. I believe this is the first we have talked in...over a year, about anything?" Kat said, sounding strong and casual, her eyebrows up waiting for him to begin.
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 Andrey Lionhorse on Aug 8, 2007 15:21:27 GMT -5
Meanwhile Andrey the Grey standed near window, looked at the others and thinked: "Ou my... what am I doing here? Ahhh... never mind. It's good when others are happy and sometimes I have to get out from my office and relax. What possible can happen? The answer is: nothing terrible." After that he turned around and started watching on something out side the window.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Aug 8, 2007 15:22:39 GMT -5
Talon followed the Professor of the most coveted subject in Firefox out of the Feasting Hall and into the quiet Entrance Hall near the Arch. Though the humid Spanish summer was more than enough to keep him warm, he couldn't help but feel a chill at the idea that this very place was where one year before the witch standing before him had held off the Shadow bomber who had caused the Arch to be built.
She did have a very long track record, that was for sure.
"Indeed," Talon responded, "A year since, well, then. I was almost certain that we wouldn't get a single student ever again. I guess this proves otherwise." He smiled proudly and turned his head toward the Feasting Hall where the students were still dancing happily, blissfully unaware of the danger they had just barely avoided. Enjoying their lives, their loves, their chance for fun.
The Headmaster's head turned back to face the Professor, his smile replaced by a look of sadness. "Which brings me into what I wanted to ask of you. I sent you a message recently asking you if you will continue teaching. You agreed. Thus I need to ask you to teach these students, next year, not just the spells necessary, but how to apply them effectively. I'd like you to start a Dueling Society, as well as teach your normal classes. I will assist you in anyway I can."
Post by Andrey Lionhorse on Aug 8, 2007 15:30:16 GMT -5
When Headmaster was going out side the Feasting Hall Andrey the Grey accidentally turned around and saw how headmaster leaves the hall with professor Kat. With suspicious face he watched and thought: "They are up to something... but... ahhh... I feel that's not my business. Allright... well others enjoy the dances that's good." After these thoughts professor turned around and continued to looking out side the window and continued his thoughts: "I very hope students will enjoy my classes when they will come up..."
Bianca entered the dance hall gliding across the floor her hot-pink poofy dress flowing with her gracefully and her medium length auborn hair done-up nicely with an attractive tiara nicely complimenting it, in her right hand she gripped her wand which she had casted a charm upon it so that it would match. Instead of the regular dark wood look it had before, now it looked like something out of a children's book that a Tooth Fairie might use.
She put her hand on her hip and scoped the room out "Oh! How outrageously ugly!" she thought to herself as a girl passed her wearing a red satin dress, Bianca threw up in her mouth alittle. Scoping out the dance hall even more she saw that all the professors looked like they were having fun, she smiled watching them dance. It was different from what Bianca had witnessed from other dances she attended, with professors getting topped off on Fire Whiskey and arguing over whose class was more important.
Bianca hit the the dance floor wiggling and shaking her butt as she moved acrossed, she noticed Riftkin dancing with a older boy and decided to work her way through the other dancers finally greeting her with a swift bump to the hip "Fancy seeing you here!" Riftkin about to greet Bianca as well until she was fiercely cut off "You had! To of heard! That I got a swift boot from school!" she talked more at Riftkin rather than to her then cutting Riftkin off before she could get a word in "How could you not!!!?" Bianca shot out and then danced quickly away.
Post by Zacharies Ringweaver on Aug 8, 2007 16:35:37 GMT -5
Zach continued to sulk. He stared out, his eyes focused, not even blinking, at everyone on the dance floor. The big island everyone was on seemed so far away now...
I hate them...
The thought echoed in his mind. He thought it again.
I hate them...
He thought it over and over again, and, to his amazement, he found himself actually hating them.
It was irrational and somewhat selfish, but he did. He hated everyone. He wished he could take his wand and just obliterate them all right now. Ignorant fools! What did they know? While they stayed in here, dancing, chatting, drinking, there were people out there who were wretched and suffering. But did they care? No, of course not. All they cared about was themselves. Zach scoffed, they were just like everyone else.
He hated them. He hated them all and he wanted everyone to die right now. He meant it. He wanted every living thing on that big and merry island to just drop down and die, so that he could just laugh and laugh and laugh on his small, tiny, cold island. He would smile wickedly and just yell over the dead bodies "I told you so! I told you so!" and laugh some more.
He hated them all so much. But he didn't hate them because he hated them. He hated them because he was sad. He always did this, actually, whenever he felt this way. But he never meant anyone any harm at all, in fact, he would rather have it that he would be the one to die instead of everyone else. At least that way the world would finally be rid of him and he wouldn't be able to hurt anybody again.
He sighed sadly, and let the thought of hate fly away with it. Fervently, he wished he was back in Iowa...
Something finally caught his eye, or rather, someone. It was a girl, of all things, in a astonishingly beautiful blue dress. It complimented her curly blue hair and her fair skin tone, or at least he though anyway. She seemed, however, to have a bit of trouble walking around in those exceptionally high heels, and had to lean on something every time she walked. It made him laugh, actually, how silly the girl walked as she made her way to the Ravenclaw table. The sight relieved a bit of the loneliness he was feeling, but that alone still wasn't enough to actually get him out of his seat and ask her to dance.
She looked about his age, and seemed about his height, and she did look beautiful in that dress, but he didn't do anything about it. What was he going to do? He couldn't even serve punch correctly, let alone actually interact with people. Still, he kept his eye on her.
It suddenly came to him that it could all be her fault. Yep, it was her fault. Everything was her fault. His loneliness, his CosmoDeliriophernia, the hatred he felt from his sisters, the disappointment and horror from his parents, it could all be her fault. He made it her fault, and, in the end, it made him feel a bit better. It wasn't true of course, and he knew it, it was just that, being a human, he needed some catalyst to channel out these feelings, and she just happened on by.
He didn't mean any malice in it, just that she was there, and she was available. He still didn't move, he just watched her. He continued to watch her before he realized that it might creep her out and attract unwanted attention to himself, so he busied his eyes upon looking at something else.
Glancing around the room, he found his two, small grey and white cats just strolling along in the back of the dance hall. It seemed they too, had their attention on something, and Zach realized that it was the girl in the blue dress. Watching with annoyance, he saw them come straight up to the girl, look up at her with their big, dull yellow eyes, and proceeded to nip and pull a bit on her skirt.
He had forgotten that the feline duo had, for some reason, a fetish with the color blue.
He sighed defeatedly and looked the other way, pretending not to be associated at all with the cats.
((...By the way, in case that wasn't clear, the cats are tugging on the skirt of Antoinette Contaire ^^))
"...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 TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Aug 8, 2007 16:43:36 GMT -5
What appeared to be a short (even shorter than Persephone Myers!), foreign, possibly insane woman came bounding into the hall. In fact, she looked like a green bobber used for fishing, the way she kept bouncing around and wiggling. She charged through the crowd disrupting a few dancers. Well, more than a few... She seemed urgent. A thought in Teagan's mind puckered, wondering if she had an important message to deliver to the headmaster. Yet, no; she kept coming like some rabid vulture who sighted a dead rodent. Teagan's ears twitched as the woman suddenly stopped in front of her, babbled in a language Teagan did not understand, and seemed to demand her companionship or a dancing partner or something--the head girl was not to particular, but Teagan was stubborn in this matter.
What the flippin' hell is that creature trying to do? she thought darkly. The strange woman gave a twirl. She wanted to dance, then? English would have helped muchlies...
Some students tried to advertise themselves for the silly upcoming tournament; did they even realize that they were not allowed to nominate themselves? Alas, the very forward woman was quite a distraction. Teagan gave off a "what the fuck" look. Yes, yes, that was possible for the stony-faced teen. One eyebrow was raised higher than the other, her eyelids kept what could be seen of her eyeball to fairly narrow lines. Her mouth was slightly open with displeasure. She had nothing against the bouncing bobber woman, but... this poor little student had her occasions of being uncomfortable and a bit baffled; this was one of them.
Suddenly, Teagan was served punch by a busy-looking Zacharies Ringweaver fellow with two cats. The head girl did not recognize him, but she did decide to move her rump from the seat she originally planned to stay at for the rest of the evening. She managed to quite secretly slip from sight as he arrived and gave his punch to the short woman.
Normally, she would simply hex the person with sanity issues (wanting Teagan to dance with her? That only resulted from logic not doing what it should), and then promptly send or take the poor kiddo down the Hospital Wing. This place was not only full of witnesses, though; it also looked that this being lacked emotional stability as well.
Some girl shot off more flowers and birds. The head girl deftly walked pass. She also caught a glimpse of Nina speaking with an individual who kept leaning across the table and then settling back in his seat. Teagan's eyes could not help but flicker at some hot pink fluffy outfit of a new arrival, but she kept moving.
Her violet eyes dashed around the scene, but she already had a small plan in mind. Perhaps that bouncy creature in the green dress would assault someone else instead.
The 5'5" calm ravenclaw stepped quietly over to a window, somehow managing to avoid touching most of the dancers with meager twists and graceful steps. She was not thrilled that she could not move as fast as normally because of the shoes on her feet, but she made due. An older man, one that looked like he might be one of the new professors, one with dark hair and white robes.
"Are you a new professor here?" asked Teagan softly, nonchalantly. She was turned to see both him and most of the dancers. One hand still gripped the cloak at her sternum, and the other lightly held the punch she never intended to drink.
She ignored the hair that was slowly sliding over her shoulder and the bangs that roughly framed her face. Perhaps she would socialize a little in order to not socialize in the more dangerous ways.
Her head was going to explode. That was all there was to it. The tension reigned once more between her shoulders and nothing was going to ease it. She shook her head and reached up to release the butterfly pin that had held her hair up. As it spilled down around her shoulders in waves of red curls she began to feel a slight bit better. The shoes were the next thing to go. Leaning against the wall she reached down and untied the leather that had so torturously wrapped about her calves. With both shoes in hand and the clip attached to the right side of her halter top dress Geldy began a slow walk around the barrier of the hall.
Nothing seemed to be of interest to her. She felt loads better having been released of the rediculous shoes and the pin that had held her beautiful hair in check. People danced together and separate, students laughed and smiled and genuinely enjoyed themselves. It was a good night for such festivities. Too bad Geldaline felt to joy in any of it. Instead she was irritated with herself for having dressed up and making a bad attempt at being sociable. Okay, let's be honest, she hadn't even spoken to anyone! Ah well, we can't all be the social butterfly.
A sliver of moonlight streaked in thru a window and illuminated the face of a man she had never seen. His white robes and riteous demeanor had her interest peaked. Perhaps he could be of some assistance in ridding her of the boredom she so incessantly sought out to relieve herself from. With a quiet step, steady hand, and gentle voice she addressed him. "Excuse me," she said, placing her hand on his shoulder. "are you a professor here?" He could be nothing less dressed as he was.
OOC: I'm addressing Professor Andrey the Grey in case that wasn't clear.
Post by Andrey Lionhorse on Aug 8, 2007 16:48:03 GMT -5
Suddenly Andrey the Grey felt strange waves of evil emotions that were somewhere near, in the hall. He turned around and started to look at everyone, but after some time the waves disappeared. "Strange! Very strange..." said Andrey and then continued: "Possibly it's just my imagination..., I'm just tired from work and from the work changes in several other schools of Wizardry that's it... nothing more... I have to relax, yes..." After these words Andrey thought: "Ou my... I'm talking to myself. Yap, I'm definitely gone crazy."
Then he felt how one girl came to him and asked the question. He was surprised with unexpected greeting. After a few moments he answered: "Yes... I'm new professor in Firefox University. Let me introduce to myself... I'm Andrey the Grey." then he slowly bowed to them very low and then continued: "And my I ask who... are you...?" After this question professor felt a little bit shy.
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