Post by Sylph on Aug 14, 2007 6:10:20 GMT -5
...Beggers - or deputy heads - would ride. Far, far away, in fact. It was a good ball, but three hours in and Sylph was still not enjoying it much. The hall, of course, was decked to the nines, the dance floor beautifully under-lit, the ceiling speckled with a million stars against a blanket of navy-black, threads of gold lacing the enchanted sky. Everywhere students and teachers alike were dressed in their finest, and those on the dance floor twirled and bopped like multi-coloured pieces of wrapping paper as Orifiel handled the music with far more aptitude that Sylph would have thought possible. It was a beautiful scene, but the deputy headmistress was nonetheless unmoved, still sitting up at the head table scowling up at the green and silver hangings as if they offended her – which to be honest, wasn’t far off.
Alright, so she had done a little mingling, introducing herself to some of the new students and so on, but there was only so much of that she could do. Most of her fellow professors had moved off the table to move throughout the hall – though it was more likely that Talon at least was simply showing off his rather garish garb somewhere – and now the violet haired witch was sat pretty much alone, looking decidedly disgruntled and more than a little bored. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she could have indulged in the wine on offer, but the problem with being a deputy headmistress was that you weren’t allowed to get squiffy in front of your students. She sighed, took a small sip, and replaced her glass on the table. To think they were doing this again at Christmas.
Actually, the last Christmas do hadn’t been so bad. It had been fancy dress, for starters, and while her particular costume had in fact been extremely out of character in that it was a dress, it had nevertheless been something which Sylph had enjoyed wearing – at least in terms of shock value. These dress robes, though, they were worn in seriousness, and the fine azure blue silks felt distinctly foreign to her. It was too floaty, too refined for someone far too used to wearing jeans and jackboots day in day out. And what was up with her hair?
Usually her locks were far from styled; little more than a wild mane of electric purple that surrounded her down the her waist like a cloud. Most eye catching it was, and Sylph liked it for its I-don't-give-a-rat's-arse statement, but that was before her mother had got wind of Sylph's new position and of the party itself. True to the form of most matriarchs, Sylph's mother was forever complaining about her hair, telling her to cut it, tame it, straighten it, crimp it, style it... all things which Sylph had thus far staunchly refused. Mrs. O'Dell had come prepared, however, and within minutes of her visit had swirled her wand in so many complicated maneuvers Sylph had felt dizzy, and before she knew what had occurred, had found her hair in some kind of elegant half-up half-down arrangement, the usually disorderly waves sleek and smooth and in loose plum-coloured curls about her shoulders. Even Sylph had to admit her mother had done her homework, and while it did look most attractive, Sylph couldn't help but hate it.
In fact, there wasn’t a whole lot about tonight she didn’t hate.
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Oh, and first post to Frog.
Alright, so she had done a little mingling, introducing herself to some of the new students and so on, but there was only so much of that she could do. Most of her fellow professors had moved off the table to move throughout the hall – though it was more likely that Talon at least was simply showing off his rather garish garb somewhere – and now the violet haired witch was sat pretty much alone, looking decidedly disgruntled and more than a little bored. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she could have indulged in the wine on offer, but the problem with being a deputy headmistress was that you weren’t allowed to get squiffy in front of your students. She sighed, took a small sip, and replaced her glass on the table. To think they were doing this again at Christmas.
Actually, the last Christmas do hadn’t been so bad. It had been fancy dress, for starters, and while her particular costume had in fact been extremely out of character in that it was a dress, it had nevertheless been something which Sylph had enjoyed wearing – at least in terms of shock value. These dress robes, though, they were worn in seriousness, and the fine azure blue silks felt distinctly foreign to her. It was too floaty, too refined for someone far too used to wearing jeans and jackboots day in day out. And what was up with her hair?
Usually her locks were far from styled; little more than a wild mane of electric purple that surrounded her down the her waist like a cloud. Most eye catching it was, and Sylph liked it for its I-don't-give-a-rat's-arse statement, but that was before her mother had got wind of Sylph's new position and of the party itself. True to the form of most matriarchs, Sylph's mother was forever complaining about her hair, telling her to cut it, tame it, straighten it, crimp it, style it... all things which Sylph had thus far staunchly refused. Mrs. O'Dell had come prepared, however, and within minutes of her visit had swirled her wand in so many complicated maneuvers Sylph had felt dizzy, and before she knew what had occurred, had found her hair in some kind of elegant half-up half-down arrangement, the usually disorderly waves sleek and smooth and in loose plum-coloured curls about her shoulders. Even Sylph had to admit her mother had done her homework, and while it did look most attractive, Sylph couldn't help but hate it.
In fact, there wasn’t a whole lot about tonight she didn’t hate.
Disclaimer: this post contains 25% recycled material ^ ^
Oh, and first post to Frog.