Post by Terra Karsa on Aug 7, 2007 18:17:14 GMT -5
This is so stupid! I look so out of place...
Blaze thought to himself, leaning against one of the walls, watching nearly everyone else dance, easily able to pick out couples, making him want to just shoot hismelf in the head for going alone. He was half-expecting Breeze to run out from behind some pillar to make it less-awkward for him, but no dice. He was stuck.
"Maybe I should head back to the common room..."
He mumbled to himself, thinking about it. He could be working on his skateboard, or practicing those spells he had read out of a book.
Post by Zacharies Ringweaver on Aug 7, 2007 20:58:28 GMT -5
As the party raged on, the dark brown haired, strange-eyed, 12 year old Zach sat in his chair, chin on the surface of the table, in a very fine and deep sulk.
Dressrobes, dressrobes, what was so special about them anyway? The thought was so random and uncanny that even he had to admit that it was crazy, even for him. It might have actually been the result of the fact that he had been the only one in the entire school that didn't have dressrobes on. In fact, he hadn't even packed dressrobes on account of he had planned to avoid every dance the school had to offer.
He reminded himself that this never would've happened if he had just listened to his aunt and became an accountant...
In the seat next to him, the two gray and white cats purred softly as they slept.
Zach would've liked to fall asleep too at the moment, however the loud music, uproarious laughter of the guy behind him, and the intoxication of the punch kept his eyes open. Silently, he mulled over his thoughts and suddenly found himself in am enormous, actually quite comfy, basket that was so large everyone could dance and stand and laugh while standing on it.
It wasn't real, of course, just another fabrication of his over-active imagination that only he could see. He cursed his CosmoDeliriophernia under his breath and enjoyed the softness of the illusion.
After a few moments, he decided to get up and have another swing of punch, just of the heck of it, when, quite suddenly and strangely, he saw a boy sitting all by himself looking as if he wanted to shoot himself.
Sighing, he began nodding and turning his head as if he were conversing with someone before he gave a final nod and walked over the linen sheets of his illusion to have a chat with the boy.
"No date eh?" he asked, straight out of the blue, "ha...yeah, they're all pretty tough to catch, especially the good ones. Of course, I wouldn't know, never tried it. Don't do that kind of fishing, y'know? Though, if I had a choice, I'd prefer catching a barracuda or a shark than a minnow. Much more filling, y'know? Do you fish?"
He gave the a small chuckle, then a sigh, then asked, "I don't suppose you know what I'm talking about, do you?"
"...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."
The two Gryffindor boys were not the only ones to be feeling out of place that night. The deputy head - a former Gryffindor herself - was not renown for presenting herself elegantly, especially in dress robes, especially at parties of this magnitude. The last ball she had attended had also been here at Firefox, but that had been fancy dress and Sylph had managed to outdo herself in attempting to shock people. She did love to do that. Even her closest friends - those who had dared her to do it in the first place - had nearly fainted in shock. Sylph grinned at the memory.
Back then though she had not been a Professor of the school, she had been a mere alumnus, a guest, and was not bound by her current duties. Today she had to appear that most dreaded of things; respectable. Though one would not know to look at her (unless, of course, they had been friends with her for a while) she felt gawky and awkward, ill-suited to her slinky azure-coloured dress robes. The lagoon blue coloured silks seemed to itch at her skin, her shoes felt constricting, her stance forced. And her hair.
Usually her locks were far from styled; little more than a wild mane of electric purple that surrounded her down the the 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 mam 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.
Her long lanky frame disguised by the dress and heels, Professor O'Dell strode into the hall after a brief check of the grounds, her shockingly bright green eyes flashing and sparking like loose electrical wiring. Realising that striding around in this manner was not what one was supposed to do in these kind of shoes, the deputy head paused, and her glittering gaze fell upon a couple of miserable looking Gryffindors, her sharp ears catching the last snatches of their conversation even above all the laughter and song.
"Fishing?" she said, approaching them both, a mocking but dangerous glint in her eye and a wry smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. "You should know that you don't eat barracuda - the big ones'll poison you. As for sharks - the muggles are doing quite enough damage to them without us helping, don't you think?" Her voice was laced with a bizarre accent; somewhere between broad Hampshire Hog and Irish and innately sarcastic. She paused again, meeting the dark haired boy's gaze and smiling.
"Intimidating way to start the term, isn't it? How you boys doin'?"
Amaya stood off by herself feeling out of place in the dance that was going on. Shh had never been one to go to parties, but as soon as some of the older girls had heard of her not going they had taken it upon themselves to make Amaya over for the dance, sure that her problem was that she just didn't know what to wear. So they had done brown streaked white hair in a fairly simple way, calling it too nice to mess with. This was because anytime one of them pulled her hair she had shot daggers at them with her eyes, and they had taken the hint. So her hair was left simple with a half-up-half-down look with slight curls on the top. Her dress, however, was far from normal. It hugged all of Amaya curves until it reached just below her waist where it procided to flare out until it ended just above the ground. The colors had been changed from a dull brown to an amethyst and heather. The top was cut stright across, not revealing any of her chest and as it currved around the back it cut a bit lower but not enough to be concidered inaproprete. The top was a deep Amethyst and as it flowed downwards it lighted to heather and then white, only to go back to amethyst as it hit the bottom of her skirt. a line of sliver started between her chest and went down and to the right to wrap around her midline before finnishing it's trail down to where the flare of her skirt started. The gloves that came up above her elbow, did much the same thing, however, once they were white they staied that way all the way to her fingertips.
Amaya felt out of place in the dress and would have left if she didn't have to fight past the crowd of people that seemed to keep comming in, so she stood where she was off in a corner hoping that no one would see her. Her hoped that a teacher would call her over and tell her that her dress was not one to waer at school but she knew that would not happen and so she stood there, alone, wishing that the dance would be over so that she could get out of these clothes and go read or do something else to take over her time. She glanced around at everyone, her mouth was dry and almost felt like sand, but she didn't move from her spot. She would rather not have any eyes follow her around like circling buzzards. Her blue eye and her redish eyes looked around the room trying to find a way that she could get out of all of the noise, but not finding anything that she had found earlier.
Laughter of friends, music, and general talk filled her ears but it wasn't until she caught something about fishing that she turned to her right. There she saw two men standing both of them looked board and neither it looked had a partner to do any dancing with. Well at least she wasn't alone on that one, although she reall wasn't sure if anyone would aske her to dance. She sighed as noticed that a teacher, looking as uncomfortable as she felt, approched them and jumped in to their converasation about fishing and something about muggles. Amaya couldn't catch all of it as it was drowned out by everyone ese but she caught enough to guess at what she had said.
Sighing Amaya leaned back agiainst the wall, what was she going to do? She had no friends here and everyone else seemed to be in a close knit of friends. Well, she would just have to stand there and wait. For some reason that made her heart sink though she couldn't say why.
((OOC her dress can be seen here, all I did was change the colors.))
Last Edit: Aug 12, 2007 22:45:08 GMT -5 by amayacora
Post by Zacharies Ringweaver on Aug 10, 2007 16:52:54 GMT -5
Zach looked up in surprise as the strange girl commented on their, or perhaps his, conversation.
He chuckled a bit at the older girl's reply, "Well well, I didn't expect anyone here to know that. Do you fish, or did you just read it off a book?"
He smiled widely at her, "I myself, have never gone fishing in my life. Well...maybe once, but I never really caught anything..."
He gave a shrug and suddenly felt like lying down on the linen surface of his illusion, which he was still in. The girl and the boy, sitting there, looked so out of place. He couldn't help but think that the cheeriness and fresh smell of the entire thing contradicted the mere presence of the girl and the boy before him.
"Ah...those are nice dressrobes, by the way," he said, putting on a cheesy smile, trying to get his mind off the illusion he was in."
His eyes suddenly glanced to the left of him for a moment, and he found another girl, about his age, with white hair and brown streaks, in a pretty nice dress of her own, waiting and looking pretty heart-felled while doing it.
He only glanced for a moment before, and the thought struck him like a freight train, he realized they all had nothing to do.
"Does anyone want some punch?" he asked, smiling.
"...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."
Those eerily bright green irises flashed a couple of times as one of the boys replied, all loose emerald electrical wiring and knowing glints. He spoke to her as if she was a mere student rather than the second-in-command of the school. Alright, so she wasn't that old - nor was Talon, either, for that matter - but she did usually carry a certain air of authority and quick-thinking leadership skills that tended to impress itself upon people from the moment she met them. It was the robes, she decided. No-one could look commanding or teacherly in this get-up.
"Both," she answered, a charismatic devil-may-care grin spreading across her face. "Used to go fishing all the time when I was younger - only the local ponds, mind - and apart from that..." She paused, the grin growing a little wider. "I'm the Care of Magical Creatures Professor, it's kind of my duty to know a lot about animals. Especially the dangerous ones." Oh, if only barracuda and sharks constituted the epitome of danger for Sylph. At Chang's she ran a daily risk of mutilation or worse just feeding some of the pets on show - and that was without the illegal zoo she also had to manage. Even the lone male hippogriff had it in for her. And how her mother had managed to arrange her hair to avoid showing the singed parts was astounding; there was a stupid number of animals that knew how to breathe fire.
"So, why aren't you lot enjoying the party?" she asked, as another student - this time a girl - walked over. "It's a chance to meet your house-mates, to get to know people, and most of all, to relax before lessons start. Why don't you all start by introducing yourselves? I'm Professor O'Dell."
Amaya listened as the small group next to her kept talking about fish. She turned her head towards the group and edged a little closer, and her eyes caught Zach's as he glanced over. She lowered her head blushing slightly. She moved closer to the group so that she was in their small circle, though she tried not to catch anyone in the eyes. Amaya was nervous, she didn't know anyone in the small circle and felt a bit out of place.
She was about to back out of the circle when one of the two boys asked if anyone wanted punch. Amaya's mouth screamed for the juice and she knew that she wouldn't be able to take the heat much longer if she didn't drink something cool. She was about to anwser when the girl next to her said that she was the Care of Magical Creatures teacher, and Amaya was once again suprized at how young the teacher looked. She listened to her question and discided that she would anwser both of them at once. "My name is Amaya, and yes I would like something to drink," Amaya said, barely heard above all the other voices in the room.
Post by Zacharies Ringweaver on Aug 13, 2007 2:45:21 GMT -5
"Oh, you're a teacher?" Zach asked, with that stupid wide smile on his face, "Are all of the teacher's here as young as you?"
It wasn't that he didn't believe her, he believed her and much, much more. But it was because she was a teacher that she wasn't to be taken seriously.
He was like that with everyone older than him. The more important they were, the more goofy and stupid he had to act. It was supposed to teach them something, actually. "Don't take yourselves so darn seriously, SMILE once in awhile, darn it!"
That was exactly what the stupid smile on his face at the moment was supposed to say.
The people he would converse with, and that, prior to attending to this school, was very little, would either be extremely irritated, extremely weirded out, or at least acknowledge that he wasn't just some crazy person locked up in a room feeding on nachos and reading books all day.
"Care of magical creatures, eh?" he asked, and a somewhat aloof tone, "eh...not really my cup of tea. I'm a potions man myself, y'know? But I'm sure it must be quite interesting, after all, what in this school isn't, eh?"
He laughed a lightly a little bit at this before saying, "Ah...but pay me no mind, if you don't want to. I'm sure the subject is fascinating, really."
He glanced around once at the circle that had developed somehow, giving each one a small nod, before saying, "Oh right! Punch. I'll go and get everyone's now."
He turned to each person, bowed his head slightly, and turned to make his journey back to the concession stand for everyone's drinks.
"...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."
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