Post by avyresnape on Aug 10, 2007 11:16:14 GMT -5
Avyre finished her conversation with Willow quickly. She gave her regards and turned to look for Carey again. I feel bad I just left him like that. Way to go Avyre, you doof! Maybe he's still close by, I'd like to talk to him some more. She managed to find Carey at a empty table with his glass of punch. He looked crestfallen and she felt bad for leaving him so suddenly. She got an idea and accioed two cups of punch for the both of them. She held one in each hand and made her way to his table. She set one glass in front of him and kept the other for herself. "I'm sorry about that. Willow called and I didn't want to be rude, but I guess I ended up being rude to you." She took a sip of her punch and nearly gagged. What the hell is in this?! Note to self: Just chug the stuff. It tastes better that way. She smiled at Carey and said, "Don't think I was trying to run away just because you asked what year I was in. I'm going to have to deal with it anyway. At least you were nice enough not to rub it in my face. And thanks, if I get into any trouble as a new kid, I call you for help." As she attempted to sip her punch again she thought, Is it the punch, or is he kinda cute? She blushed at the thought, but was comforted by the fact she had a friend in this place.
Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Aug 10, 2007 11:24:26 GMT -5
Teagan watched coldly as the short woman finally released her hand, pouting in depression. The head girl's expression did not change. The woman gave Teagan half of a hug, but Teagan acted as solid granite would. She watched carefully, though, as the woman bounced a little farther away and hopped on Muryllis, a well-known fighter for the shadows during the war. Teagan's eyebrows rose, relaxing into redder hues as she watched. For some reason, there was the slightest doubt that the foreign woman would continue to be as social after she made that choice of a dance part--
Teagan got grabbed.
No, her mind was not suddenly filled with a flurry of cuss words; in fact, it was more of a "WAH?" kind of thing. This one had actually braved her defenses and started dancing with her, not fearing her and her very stubborn attempt to avoid people! It was practically an insult.
She could dance, as little as she wanted to admit it, because that was one of the things Darren had gotten her involved in; Ashelle had been there. This was still the first dancing she had ever done with any other people, though. Her only and very slight advantage was that she was swift with her feet.
This unfamiliar male dipped her, and the robe that hid her dress fell to her shoulders, the way it was meant to be worn; to her, it was as if everything was rebelling at once.
Her dress was black and gray, shiny. The different parts criss-crossed and were twisted around her body. It was knee-length.
She was definitely going to hide after this dance.
Teagan's face gained a delicate pink blush on her cheeks, merely from embarrassment and the fact that she had been caught off guard (nevermind that she had not been this close to a guy even with Darren; Cobalt didn't count. He only involved the lips). The bouncy woman had distracted her... Now and now, more excuse would come ricocheting through her mind. She turned her thoughts to the movements, freezing over the unpleasant distractions; she could not escape in the middle of a bunch of dancing teenagers, and it certainly looked like this mysterious flirt had no intentions of letting her leave in the middle of it.
It was just like in quidditch: focus, be absorbed by and feel the movements, predict the movements, go with the flow. Of course, quidditch did not involve as much exercise and certainly had fewer players.
The song ended, and the boy glanced away. Teagan quickly darted off through the people, and her red eyes scanned the walls. If anything, this escape was even more skilled than her first attempt from the bobbing woman. Gracefully, unhesitantly, she strode to the far corner at the front of the expansive room, one of the ones behind where the professors originally sat.
Sitting and trying to shrink at the farthest parts of the table was a failed location; the bouncing woman had come for her there. The window as a definite "no-no;" both the woman and this strange flirting and unfamiliar dancer had come upon her there. Teagan would have to leave that punch spilt on the floor for now... If she tried hiding in the middle of the dancers, then she would have also been stuck dancing. It appeared as if one and only one location was left, her temporary blessed sanctuary and the location the reader should most certainly be aware of by now: the corner behind the teacher's table.
She walked there firmly, with purpose, and moved her robe so that it covered her pretty dress. The head girl reached this corner and turned around. She pulled out her thirteen-and-a-half-inch wand and gave it a flick. Accio empty chair. The chair nearest her, one that had been empty for some time and at the professors' table, immediately slid over to her.
The noise of the dancers and the music hid any trace of sound the chair might have made against the stone floor. She eyed its few curves suspiciously. Pranking was fun at all times of the year.
She flicked her willow wand again. Finite incantatem chair. Nothing happened.
The sixteen-year-old carefully pulled it behind her--she had to resist the urge to have the chair's back face the crowd and have her legs around it--and sat facing the crowd, lady-like. She deftly slid her slender left leg on top her of her right, crossing them. She used both of her arms to pull the robe over her revealed lower appendages, put her wand away, and firmly crossed her arms over her chest, under her breasts so that the covering would not fall away with the littlest of movements; if she was lucky, no one else would get to see this dress she hid. She was not here to be attractive or attracted.
She found the bold boy that shared no words with her when they danced. If he had, Teagan was pretty sure that she would have made some sly or vicious remark. He had gained two new girls by now. Surprise, surprise. He seemed to be a total womanizer. The little blush left on her cheeks meekly faded with the small disappointment.
Being serious throughout the dance was going to be difficult.
However, finding that her new vantage point was quite good, her red and violet marked eyes continued to slide back and forth and watch the crowd from this safer distance. Yes, this was much preferable. Who would ever go so far out to get her, of all people, to dance, right? That foreign short gal had backed off already.
Still, this was being one of the most troublesome school parties she had to deal with of yet.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Aug 10, 2007 11:37:58 GMT -5
A sigh escaped Sparky's lips as he watched the hectic dance. He had been there from the start, figuring he'd be there early and leave early. He hadn't dressed up, gotten ready, or anything at all, wearing his usual clothes covered by a worn down cloak. Naturally, as the dance progressed, his attention had shifted away from Talon, who had originally had his attention because of his bizzare clothing and opening speech, and slowly drifted to Teagan. The longing in his eyes was quite apparant, but Sparky did not act on it.
He watched, bemused, as Teagan was apparantly asked to dance by a screaming Japanese woman, and watched as the predictable happened; Teagan left her behind. He breathed a sigh of relief, however wrong it was for him to think so, he was intensely jealous. Not enough to act on it, however, and Sparky sat and watched as the short woman pursued Teagan again. Watching with a small amount of wonder on his face, he witnessed Teagan looking even angrier with the midget than he had ever seen her. Was this a good thing? He didn't know.
Then, Teagan.. danced with someone.
Sparky's eyes widened with shock, all other events of the dance irrelevant as he watched Teagan dance around and then retreat, looking either happy or embarassed. A few moments of belated, disbelieving shock later, Sparky let out another sigh. So it wasn't that Teagan didn't like dancing or people, She just didn't like him. One of the most forward questions in his mind answered, Sparky got up and slouched his way to the entrance.
He had been hoping that Teagan just was shy and didn't enjoy talking to people, but this was proof that she DID occasionally allow people to come in contact with her. He was probably just too clingy, wanting, and annoying for Teagan to stand being in the same room with. Vaguely he wondered how classes would work in that situation, but he supposed it didn't matter.
Sighing once again, Sparky exited the dance, sadness seeming to actually radiate from him.
Post by Shane Matthews on Aug 10, 2007 16:17:51 GMT -5
Every now and again, if anyone was paying attention, they would have noticed Shane give small, furtive looks over the top of his book. Yet it would be difficult to catch him, as if he noticed anyone looking his way, he immediately pretended to be immersed in whatever he was reading. Currently, though, he had been keeping an eye on Marina, debating if he actually had it in him to tear himself away from books and forge ahead into the uncharted territory that was social interaction.
Finally, what he had hoped for. She had left the dance floor to go off and sit for a few minutes or so. It was now! Now or never! He had his chance. Laying his book to the side gently, he began to rise from his seat. Stopping, he pondered a moment, then picked up the book again and placed it in his pocket. There were too many people here to risk leaving such a precious item alone for more than a few seconds. Passing by Talon as he isolate himself with Kat, for whatever reason he didn’t much care, he couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the way Marina had blown off the headmaster.
Making his way towards Marina, he abruptly stopped. With a jerk, he started of towards the drink bar, intent on getting something for her.
Yet, no, she would get her own drink if she wanted it, it would be rude to shove things at people unless they asked for it. As such, he turned back to head towards Marina.
No! It was still a friendly gesture, which would not be lost. So, he turned and headed back towards the drink bar.
NO! What was he doing! She might not even be thirsty, not to mention she might get asked to dance with someone else before Shane could get her a drink and return. With that thought, he turned once again and headed for Marina.
Yet…….the war continued, if she was thirsty, then he would have the edge in talking to her over someone who might not have had the foresight to get her anything. Yes, that was perfect. With that, he finally stopped pacing back and forth in the middle of the room and instead finally went to the drinks bar to get a cup of punch.
Arriving now at the table where Marina sat with Blaise, he heard the last bit of their conversation. "I know you don't have it in you to hurt me.". This caused Shane to do a mental double-take, as he realized that this person must have been threatening Marina. The Marina, whom, he knew would take him apart in seconds, like she did to that pair of brutes in the library long ago. Still, it was a horrible thing to do to threaten such a truly superior person as Marina, and shane would need to make certain he was properly taken care of in a ‘discreet’ way.
“Whoops!” he exclaimed as he ‘stumbled’ slightly upon reaching the table where the two sat. Upon this slight bit of clumsiness, he had the great misfortune to lose his glass of punch, right on top of Blaise’s head. “Oh dear me!” Shane exclaimed, taking a handkerchief from the table and throwing it over Blaise’s head as a gesture to apparently help him clean up the mess, yet only succeeding in covering his eyes with it. “I’m afraid I don’t have my wand on me right at this moment, but a scourgify spell would work wonders. I’ll leave that to you then.”
Turning to Marina, he stifled a small cough in his hand, “Well, I’m afraid your friend seems to have a bit of a problem. I’m sorry again for causing you trouble, but if you don’t mind I think we should leave him alone for a bit until he can get cleaned up.” he said, trying to sound casual, offering her an arm.
Post by Nettei(pwn't,post next decade) on Aug 10, 2007 16:46:50 GMT -5
Oblivious to the twinkle of sadness in Zach's eyes, Antoinette continued to smile and pet the cat that rested in her lap. Looking around the dance floor as Zach continued to talk, she seemed to not hear anything that he said until he mentioned the kittens. " I have a pet too. It's a raven named Lily. My mother bought it for me, as her whole side of the family was Ravenclaws, and my father was a Ravenclaw also."
At the mention of her father, her eyes became slightly damp with a tear. Pretending as if she was yawning, she quickly wiped them away and turned back to face Zach. Having found her first friend at Fire Fox, she had forgotten that every time she or somebody else mentioned her father, she immediately teared up. Wanting to change the subject, she looked at Zach.
"So, what classes are you taking?"
Forgetting for a moment that she had forgotten to state which classes she was attending, she quickly recalled them inside of her head.
"I'm taking Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfigurations, and Potions."
Post by Zacharies Ringweaver on Aug 10, 2007 17:14:39 GMT -5
"Me? Well I...really haven't decided yet," he said with his silly smile again, "I was thinking potions...and I did sign up for it. It's actually the only thing I'm good at...
"Truth be told, I'm not much of a magician. I'd be killed in Defense against the dark arts, horribly mutate in Transfigurations, probably be consumed in Care for Magical Creatures, and probably strangled to death by a killer plant in herbology..."
He turned to her, still with the silly smile on her face, growing wider, and said, "The only thing I've ever been good at is potions. I've only known one spell that I've gotten right in my entire life, and that's this special growing spell for crops that my father taught me..."
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out an elegantly carved, very beautiful wand. The base was merely long stick that, as it got longer, it became more thin. When it reached the tip, it was almost sharp enough to stab someone with. The grip, however, was entirely separate from the actual wand, through closely paralleling it, and went over in a loop where the thickness of the wand met it's end. The looping half was also, most elegantly, shaped as a corn husk.
"My father made this for me..." he said, with a tone of regret, "he was a wandsmith, y'see, the best anywhere in the world. He made this for me..."
He didn't realize that he was repeating himself, "...Anywhere in the world...Heh, heh..."
He chuckled a bit at the memory, "He also," he said with a grin, "Had a sense of humor. My mother would always curse him for that.
"He made this wand especially for me. It's supposed to be more powerful than you're average wand, though I wouldn't place it up with such legendary weapons like the Elder Wand.
"But the most unique thing about it is it's made just for me...Well, made especially not for me. It's was part of his sense of humor, y'see. Instead of making a wand that would accept me instantly, like other wands, this one was made so that it doesn't fit me, especially not me. Every time I cast a spell, it goes wrong and backfires badly. He said it was because, if I learned to actually master a wand instead of it just having the wand accept me the easy way, I would just become like every other wizard..."
He chuckled again, sadly though, "Every time I try, it just backfires. I don't think I'll ever figure out how to use this wand. In fact, the only time a spell ever worked was when..."
He stopped suddenly.
"Well, you get the picture. He's very eccentric, my father. Y'know?" He said, with another, happy smile.
"...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 Professor O'Conner on Aug 10, 2007 20:04:46 GMT -5
Ashelle was late. and not fashionably late either, she was late because She had been altering Marc's dress robes till they fit him comfortably. Each time he'd tried them on there had been some other 'tight spot'. Ashelle had almost given up and told him that one was meant to suffer for beauty or handsomeness, but she knew he'd never have understood such a human concept. At last She'd finished and had hurriedly dressed and arranged herself.
She wore the most beautiful dress, white and floor length, with a golden sparkle design accenting. The sleeves were sheer and close fitting until the elbow where they were flared. It also had a sweetheart neckline and Ashelle was very happy with the way it fit her form. She'd been unable to decide whether to wear her curly red hair up or down and so had done both. She wore a double Headband French Braid with two accent braids draped in the back. She had decided against a necklace that night and instead wore a Larissa Golden Tiara. The leaves matched the gold in her dress quite perfectly, thought the dress was by Merlyn and the tiara by Je'anne. On her feet Ashelle wore some low golden wedge heel dress sandals. Not only did she resembled a princess out of a fairytale, but she felt like one too.
As she walked into the Great Hall she wondered if anyone would ask her to dance . . . though she didn't count on it. No one had had the guts to ask her to the dance, and she feared no one would ask to dance with her. Still, appearances must be kept up and socializing must be done. She hoped to talk to the Headmaster about Marc's predicament before the night was out, and maybe gather a few more allies for the Lightningscar Elite.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Aug 10, 2007 21:31:21 GMT -5
Ashelle was very kind. This was a fact, that Marc didn't debate or doubt for a moment. Yet, why then, why was her wearing these clothes - what she referred to as Dress Robes? They had been awful uncomfortable when he'd first put them on. Ashelle had told him they were the same style and color that the great hero Harry Potter had worn to his Yule Ball so very long ago. She'd fixed them so that they fit him better but they were heavier than his normal robes and the shoes squeezed his feet in an odd way and the tie felt strangely similar to the rope they'd used to capture him with . . . only smoother.
He remembered the odd answer she'd given him when he'd asked why they must dress up so. We must keep up appearances Marc. Besides this dance is our chance to socialize and maybe get some help for your plight. Remember all the manners I have taught you. If someone asks you to dance say you aren't good at it and if they insist, ask them to lead.
Ashelle had been teaching him to dance but he hadn't quite got the knack of leading yet, as a boy aught to. However once he had a look at the hall he suddenly hope someone would ask him to dance. Maybe he could practice his leading, if they let him.
"So very Beautiful," he said looking around in wonder at the decorations.
Post by Professor Roeswood on Aug 10, 2007 21:51:08 GMT -5
Marina had been far too consumed with her conversation with Blaise to even so much as notice that Shane was still at the dance, let alone that he had begun to pace the Feasting Hall-turned-Ballroom, back and forth between her and the drink bar.
In fact, although she had dully sensed movement behind her as she finished responding to the vague threats of the older Vampire, she hadn't had the slightest inkling of who it was, and that he or she might take her last statement as the response to some sort of threat.
Nina visibly jumped as she saw the punch fly from the cup and land on Blaise. For a second she had fancied it as a douse of blood, but it was a silly, ridiculous thought considering that the artificial reds of such drinks did not compare to the deep, opaque red of blood. She caught her breath and looked at Shane, plainly startled and confused, though not in any way suspecting that this act had been anything but another display of social awkwardness.
"Blaise, I'm terribly sorry," she exclaimed, leaping from her chair as Shane tried, or so she thought, to help the Vampire in cleaning up the mess he'd 'accidentally' made. She wouldn't have ever expected that the mild mannered man was capable of such behavior, so when she leapt to his defense, her speech was utterly genuine.
"Shane has a penchant for these sorts of accidents. Last time I spoke to him he managed to get a cursed book to try and eat his hand," Nina explained, finishing with a nervous laugh. She was admittedly spooked, and while she didn't loathe to get away from the man who clearly had malice in his voice, she was also somewhat frightened by what the Librarian's actions could have meant and their potential rammifications. However, despite her misgivings, she took him up on the offer, linking her arm with his and glancing down at her robes quickly to make sure they hadn't been splattered with the drink. The fact that they hadn't made his move seem almost deliberate, but as to why he of all people would do such a thing, Marina was entirely mystified.
Once out of easy earshot, at least, what out of earshot was in a very crowded, noisy room with blaring music, Nina's expression grew very serious. She stared pointedly into Shane's eyes, furrowing her brow out of confusing and concern.
"How much did you hear?" she asked, wondering if anything in the conversation could have been motivation for Shane's little display.
It is, perhaps, safe to say that Muryllis heard the approach of Fuu long before he actually saw it. The girl, eccentric (and admirably so) as ever, approached him with the sort of shock present in a reunion of long-lost 'Nam buddies. Of course, it brought a smile to his face; how could it not?
'Where's your date?'
He grinned. "Of course I came without one. Don't you think that, with my reputation, I'm bound to be a bit of a loner?" Then, mimicking her, he looked to Fuu's sides. "Where's your date, darling? Shouldn't the best nurse in the school have a fine fellow to dance with?"
At this point, as he was about to ask the girl to a dance, a curious figure hopped onto his feet and latched on to his robes. Not in the mood to be taken aback, he pulled her off firmly, and, glaring with equivalent intensity, replied, "Don't you kids learn anything about manners nowadays?" His fatherly tone seemed to him quite amusing, though he did not show it.
"Now then, Miss Fuu, care to dance?"
Last Edit: Aug 11, 2007 1:16:05 GMT -5 by Mury 6.0
Post by Shane Matthews on Aug 11, 2007 2:02:24 GMT -5
After apologizing once more, briefly, Shane and Marina departed from the table. Fortunately, or so Shane thought, Marina wasn’t too terribly attached to this person. If he had just dumped a cup of punch on top of, say, her long lost brother, well, things might have gotten a bit sticky, and not just for the one dripping punch.
Looking over his shoulder briefly for a final glance at the man as they left, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, almost into a smirk, but he withheld the urge and instead focused on his destination. Unfortunately, they seemed to have arrived, and Marina was staring at him in a way that didn’t seem either happy to be rid of the other man or even at least a little relieved.
“How much did I hear?” he repeated, gaping a few moments, unable to decide exactly how to reply. With a small sigh of defeat, he realized that now he might have to fall back upon the truth. “Only the last bit, seemed to be related to him threatening you…..” he said, hanging his head a bit in shame. She was easily smart enough to figure out now that his little stunt hadn’t been an accident. “But, it’s not that I don’t think you could have taken him,” Shane stammered afterwards, trying to think up a good excuse for himself, “I just…..didn’t want you to, uhhh, ruin such beautiful dress robes?” he finished feebly, trying to redirect her attention.
“Well then,” he said with a small cough, “Do you actually want a glass of punch for yourself?”
Post by Professor Roeswood on Aug 11, 2007 2:27:22 GMT -5
Marina sighed with obvious relief as he confessed that he had heard only the last shred of the conversation. She wasn't quite sure what Shane would have taken out of the entirety if he had, but she didn't want to take any chances that he might misinterpret her relationship with the Vampire as a sign of any former sinister dealings. She found, somehow, that she genuinely cared about what he thought of her, knowing to a certain extent that he thought very highly of her and not wanting to tarnish her image unfairly.
She caught the shamed expression, which in itself told her that the punch incident had been deliberate. She could have hit him for such a reckless stunt, but she was at the very least thankful that he had come and rescued her from the prospect of being forced to seclusion with a creature she knew personally to be very dangerous. Aside from that, he hadn't been entirely obvious, which had prevented Marina from showing knowledge of deceit, something that she was sure the clever old dog would have picked up on.
The woman placed her hand delicately on the man's shoulder, not wanting to upset him. He had clearly been looking out for her with his actions, and while they might have gotten her into deeper trouble in the long run, he had at least rescued her from a momentary predicament, and aside from that, she appreciated his pleasant, thoughtful company to the cold and sarcastic Blaise, who quite frankly frightened her.
"I understand," she said with a smile, using her other hand to gently lift up his chin, looking into his eyes. Shane was really a sweet man, and although his obsession with books was a bit bizarre and perhaps a tad creepy, at least he chose to fixate on things that were, for the most part, not terribly dangerous. "Thanks, about the dress robes I mean," she said, adding, "Yours look quite nice too. The color suits you."
As for the punch, Nina had to laugh. While Blaise had drained the melancholy out of her by making her so nervous she forgot about it, Shane washed it away with his gentle sincerity, and what she saw as a genuine concern for her well-being. The fact that he actually cared about her did worlds for her emotional state, and she forgot almost entirely that she had been such a short while ago pining for a glimpse of another man, whom saw fit to grace her company far too occasionally.
"Honestly, Shane, I think I won't want to see another cup of punch for at least a few weeks," Marina said with a smile, removing her hands from his chin and shoulder and grasping onto his arm instead.
"However," she began as the first few chords of a popular wizarding love song began, "I would be delighted if you'd share this dance."
Post by Deus Arachnis Ultimus on Aug 11, 2007 2:28:01 GMT -5
The doors of the hall opened abruptly, and Deus Arachnis Ultimus moved swiftly along the floor. But he did not scurry with his eight legs as was expected of a spider. No no, he rolled in. On each of the acromantula's legs was a roller skate with two sets of wheels parallel to each other. The panicked students began running out of the way, making a clear path to the other end of the hall. He caught a brief glimpse of Fuu along his way and was about to point out the fact that he had made it, but soon crashed head first into the wall.
He was momentarily stunned, but soon began struggling to turn around, slipping and stumbling until he faced Fuu and the other human she was talking to. He began struggling to reach her, but he was clearly not used to wearing roller skates.
"Behold!" he shouted with a slight hiss in his voice. "It is I, the great Deus Arachnis Ultimus. I have arrived."
He attempted to lower is right, front leg, then lower it to form the best bow he could being an over sized spider, but he slipped again, and fell onto his belly, sprawled out.
If anybody had seen Arachnis before hand, they would realize that he had undergone a powerful reduction charm to make him more suitable for the dance, and to fit his roller skates. Though he was still large for even an acromantula, he had to admit, if he had remained his normal size, it would have been very difficult for him, and the humans at the dance.
Fuu's smile lessened while Muryllis spoke. Not that she had forgotten what he had done. She was just happy to see him and his reputation was forgotten. No matter. She didn't really care what he had done. He still seemed the same as she remembered him. Mury asked about her date after he copied her actions. What a silly boy. Fuu was about to reply when some little punk pawed him. Fuu chuckled as he ripped the girl off of him and the proceeded to scold her.
When Muryllis returned his attention back to Fuu he asked her to dance. The offer made her a little nervous. She knew how to dance... but she was clumsy and she was in heels. Oh well, she would make the best of it. "A dance would be lovely", Fuu replied as she walked toward the graduate. But Fuu froze when she heard the sound of thirty-two plastic wheels tapping wildly on the dance floor followed by a loud 'thud'.
She traced the sound to see her date. He hissed as he spoke and announced himself. He might have been deadly, but he was oh-so-adorable. It looked as if he was trying to bow or at least kneel to her level, but sadly, her arachnid friend slid and landed hard on his under belly. Fuu hopped to her date while shout, "Oh! Arachnis Ultimus you should be more careful". She placed a gloved hand on one of the spider's legs and her gaze was full of concern.
He was surprisingly smaller. She hadn't noticed it right away. And she was happy to see he had managed to get in his skates alright. Fuu's were stashed under the concession table. "I'll be right back Arachnis.", she assured him. Fuu stood and then made her way back toward the drinks and Muryllis. Fuu's sheepish grin was accompanied an exasperated laugh. "I was going to tell you that Deus Arachnis Ultimus was my date... probably she have mention that earlier, huh?". Fuu hiked her skirt up and bend down. Her arm fished around for a moment before she pulled out a pair of baby blue roller skates.
As she darted past Muryllis and made her way to Arachnis she said, "C'mon Mury, follow me. Arachnis Ultimus is... nice this evening". Fuu wanted to pull Mury along with her as she went but she figured he could walk all by himself. Fuu sat down next to her arachnid, and put her rollers skates beside her. She took off her heels and covered her feet in some sweet roller action. It was more of a struggle to stand than she thought it would be and once up she wobbled erratically. By this time she could feel the stares of students and others at her back. The redhead looked around innocently and then to Mury, "What?".
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