Going Stag

[Morgan Pendragon]

Morgan had gone alone to this dance, but that didn't mean she didn't intend to have fun. Of course, she wasn't exactly the type of girl to just grab a guy and start dancing. Instead, she sat, sort of on the sidelines, pretending not to care that everyone was having a wonderful time around her. She was sure her guy friends would want a dance or two, and of course there was chatting to be done, as well as dress comparison between herself and the other girls. Chicka's dress was just lovely, and Ashelle looked stunning.

[[ insert two paragraphs here about Morgan's outfit/hair/accessories. ]]

She kind of wished she hadn't broken up with Lucius, but that would have been dishonest, wouldn't it? She still had his book on demons. The one he'd lent her so she could translate it and figure out how to rid him of the demon within. But, being with him would be dishonest. As long as he wanted the demon, even if he didn't have it, as long as he wanted it, he would be traveling a dark path, and Morgan wasn't going to go with him.

Still, this was no time to think about such things. Tonight was about celebration.DERP!

[Sparky Cobalt]

Sparky fidgeted in his seat in the teacher's section. He wasn't really enjoying himself, but at least he'd remembered what day to show up, for once. Normally he walked into dances on accident, looking for lunch or dinner or a snack only to find gyrating teenagers and music. It was like a bad romance novel.

Eventually, he got off of his seat to find a drink and something besides sitting there under a spotlight of 'what-the-fuck-is-he-doing-up-there'. With a sigh and a sip--not at the same time, that would be painful--he looked around the dance, carelessly tasting the stereotypical punch-at-the-dance. His plain old black robes really did not fit in at this dance. There was Ashelle, looking like some sort of bloody barbershop pole, Chika in a corner crying, and Morgan in some crazy vintage outfit.

Morgan did always have the best outfits.

Somewhat nervous--were professors even allowed to talk to students oh no--he made his way over to where she sat, a sort of sad air about her despite the get-up.

"Heya Captain." She'd always be his Captain to him, even though he wasn't on the team anymore. The younger girl had always been a better beater than him, and he had respect. Plus, she was the only person besides, like, Orca and Teagan he ever spoke to without some sort of nervous breakdown.

Then again, talking to Teagan was a breakdown in itself, so he supposed it didn't count.

"You alright?"

[Leseur Follet]

Leseur energetically strode over toward the girl he knew as Morgan Pendragon. He had once encountered her at a bar trying to get picked up by his now absent-from-existence pup. As he approached her and the new muggle studies professor he noted the look on her face and the change of color in his suit to a depressing blue and in combination with an erratic yellow mixture for the boy standing near her. This boy also smelled of Orca, they seemed to have a common friend.

The Frenchman extended a hand to his colleague. "Sparky Cobalt, eet eez a pleseur to meet you monsieur, I am Lesseur Follet thee erbology teachear" His smile almost infallible.

"Ow are you enjoying yourselves thees evening?" He eyed the two of them curiously. "Eez sometheen wrong Meez Pendragon?"

[Morgan Pendragon]

"Hi, Sparky...Oh. I guess it's Professor Cobalt now though, isn't it?" Morgan was glad to see a friendly face, and she was grinning to see Sparky. She definately counted him among her closest friends. "It's a shame they don't let professors play quidditch. The team's really gonna miss you." And we'll miss Teagan too, she thought but didn't say. She knew that there was something weird between those two, you'd have to be blind not to see it.

She was just about to ask Sparky if he wanted to dance (were teachers allowed to dance with students? Oh, who cared? Sparky was her friend.), when Follet showed up. "Ah, Professeur Follet, bonsoir!" Morgan greeted him politely, of course. If there were a house based on good manners, Morgan would have been sorted into that one. "Um, no. I'm fine, really. I was just thinking that everyone looks so nice."

Like she was going to tell a professor that she was depressed about having no one to dance with because she just broke up with her boyfriend. Well, she might have told Sparky, but not Follet. She just didn't know him well enough for that.

[Malachy]

Whether Morgan knew it or not she had a bird's eye on her. Hidden up in the refters as a single raven, and it was watching her lake a hawk. Its not that he didn't trust Morgan, who he didn't dust was shadow. and if the boy dared get close malachy would be there.

To tell the truth Makachy was going stag as well he wonder if Ash had known about the dance/ You knw a normal person would have bee offended by her lack of interest, Malachy was dressed in his usual dress robe. of dark velvety green. Sning was wrapped comfortably around his left ring finger and he was doing his best to turn down people who asked down. the first dance would be with ash. And he kept an eye on Morgan just in case he was allowed to dance with her. is Ash didn' show up in the next few posts he would start on his own accord.

[Sparky Cobalt]

[ooc: okay well here we go shiiiiit]

"Hah, yeah... I guess it is..." He felt a lump form, somewhere--not in his pants!!--as he thought about his new job. How the hell was he going to pull off teaching? He'd been a student only a month before. He was such an idiot. "I'd miss quidditch, too, if it ever happened." It was true, Firefox's Quidditch Seasons were as spotty as his periods or his class attendance. Then, one of his fellow professors approached him. He hadn't the pleasure of meeting this one. He wasn't an alumni, for one.

"Sparky Cobalt, eet eez a pleseur to meet you monsieur, I am Lesseur Follet thee erbology teachear."

Oh god he was Mexican.

Sparky had no idea how to speak Mexican. He just knew it involved adding 'a' and 'o' to his words to make them boy or girls, or something like that. Even worse, he was horrible at deciphering accents. Orca was probably his limit, with his drawling western English.

"I-I-I-ah-uh."

He finished that delightful sentence by giving out his own hand to finish the shake. Thankfully, he was interested in Morgan's moodiness, and Sparky breathed a sigh of relief. "Honestly, M-Morgan, you're probably among the, um, better dressed here. I mean, uh, besides Headmaster Windwaltz." It wasn't neccessarily a compliment. Sparky was just too antisocial for even manners most of the time.

[Leseur Follet]

(OOC: I'll fix this later, no muse X.X)

Leseur looked at the boy's hand. He was so clumsy in regard to social affairs. "Well Monsieur eet was a pleaseur meeteeng you" he said shaking the boys hand and left to take care of more important matters...

[Morgan Pendragon]

Morgan relaxed a little as Follet left. "Au revoir," she said, mostly under her breath. At least now the professor she was with was (had been?) one of her friends. Of course, the rules were a little fuzzy concerning how she was supposed to behave toward Sparky. Could she still talk to him like she did when they were both just students? Oh, why not? Morgan doubted Sparky would mind if she did. He just wasn't that kind of a guy.

"So, Sparky, I'm really looking forward to your classes. We haven't had any Muggle Studies classes since Dr. Schmitt left," Of course, she just had to bring up school again. She was probably the dullest person on the planet. There were about a million thins she could have said instead of that, but nope, little miss grade-grubbing prefect had to go straight for talk of classes and books.

"Uh, I mean...um..." She swallowed convulsively. "That is...I was just thinking that it's great you got the job. Congratulations." Phew. But no, the word vomit wasn't finished with her yet. "Not that I was comparing you to him, or anything. I mean, you'll be great! He was kinda flaky...but he was great too! I, uh, erm...I'm proud of you."

WHAT!?

She was proud of him!? Oh no! What was she saying. She clamped her hands over her mouth to avoid any more word vomit from coming out of her mouth. Her face grew warm, and she knew she must be turning some ridiculous shade of pink. The thought only made her blush more. She was sure he thought she was a spaz for sure.

[Sparky Cobalt]

Sparky's smile faded into a surprised, embarassed 'o'. As Morgan went on about this, and that, and how she was proud of him, color rose quickly to his face.

"I-I-I-I uh um uh"

What did one say in these situations? He clicked back through his memory, trying to find other occasions where people had praised him and he had needed to answer.

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Well, new experiences were always good.

Probably.

"Uh th-thanks.." He was thoroughly flustered now. Now they were both flustered, and that made them large birds of prey. Which made sense, because they were Ravenclaws. All soarin' through the air, eatin' mice and stuff. KAW BAKAW TSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER

Now what?

He blinked.

He needed to get out of this situation, but how? How could he get away? What should he do?

"...W-wanna uh d-dance?"

Holy fuck where did that come from oh god he didn't even know how to dance this was a terrible thing on a terrible day in a terrible place at a terrible time

[Orca]

"I would love to dance."

The voice came from behind Sparky, amiable and composed and with the slightest hint of a Western drawl. Perhaps Morgan might have seen the figure approaching, but there was nothing about him that would especially attract the eye, or, perhaps, cause one to think he was one of those dreadful lycans, or anything like that.

The boy who came to stand near them was good-looking, sure, but most students in this school were as such. This particular male's features were maybe more androgynous than masculine, maybe enough that at times it was hard to place his gender, and he wore simple robes with the Slytherin crest (albeit much faded and worn) sewn on the left breast. Beneath the robe he wore a black vest and tie along with black pants.

Basically, he looked like most every student scrambling about on the dance floor. His gait was smooth, yes, but did not hold the slinking assurance a vampire or, say, a lycan would have. There was not a whiff of the wild about his character, rather, he would more likely appear a student who maybe wanted to get to know his Professor better, or something of the sort.

More or less, what I am trying to say here is that even if one was fucking psychic, they would not have any reason to think this apparently teenage Slytherin was anything more than human.

He smiled at the blonde girl in the fancy dress, white teeth flashing against tan skin, his blue-green eyes friendly. "Hello, pretty Ravenclaw. Before I steal Professor Cobalt away, I suppose I should introduce myself. Th' name's Tyson, how do ya do, etc." Whether she objected or not, he grabbed Sparky's hands and quickly maneuvered them away.

"Aren't you glad I came, Sparky?" he asked the other boy, grinning. "I even brushed my hair for this."

[Morgan Pendragon]

She hesitated.

Sparky's invitation had taken the prefect by surprise. She had done a double take, not entirely sure she hadn't just hallucinated him saying that. Her hands were lowered. She took a breath. She prepared to answer.

Then, that cute guy(?) butted in.

Surprisingly, he wanted to dance with Sparky. Morgan didn't say anything though. Even with his obsession with Teagan, Morgan had suspected Sparky was gay. This Tyson person must be his boyfriend, or something like that. "N-n-nice to meet you, Tyson," Morgan said lamely as Sparky was yanked onto the dance floor.

How nice for him. Morgan would be sure to tell him she thought Tyson was a nice guy.