Post by Fuu? on Jan 6, 2008 0:29:45 GMT -5
The Feasting Hall was alive. So much so that it made Fuu uncomfortable. She stood by herself and admired the ceiling. The Headmistress had done an excellent job decorating for the event. Everything was gold and silver, with the soft light it was a perfect fit for the feeling. The new year was quickly approaching and only a couple hours remained in the day. And to celebrate, Slyphy was holding a ball. It was a fantastic idea, so much so Fuu wished she had thought of it. Oh well, maybe another time. There would be more dances, and maybe Fuu would be able to help.
Couples twirled and stepped all over the dance floor. Some with the grace and elegance of a professionals and others looked like just what they were; children in lovely dresses and masks having fun. Fuu couldn't help but smile when a set of first years would awkwardly hold hands and try not to step on each other's toes. It was adorable. Fuu's bare back was pressed against a wall and her eyes were directed to the ceiling. It was an explosion of color and even though she hadn't spent that much time in Astronomy class, the red head tried to identify as many constellations as she could.
It wasn't that fun, but she was anxious and needed something to do. The room wasn't as crowded as the last dance she went to, but there were still a lot of people. She brushed a gloved hand across her powder pink fur shaw. It wasn't real fur, Fuu didn't like to kill animals just for their skin. It somehow matched the rest of her attire. In her dress she felt like royalty. It was a strapless corset with a high waist. From above the hips she skirt section bloomed out. It was very fluffy and looked like ruffled bird feathers. All over she was covered in gold and bronze, even her mask was faded gold. Fuu had placed a charm on it that would allow the mask to stay on her face without string. It was very twisty and resembled an owl. That was her entire outfit's theme: an owl. On her feet was a pair of light pink heels, in some way they matched her dress. She had a way of combining things together that didn't see m like they would fit together nice.
Fuu's cobalt eyes dropped once more to the dance floor. She looked a bit pitiful just waiting for her date to arrive. He was an important man... thing, he had probably forgotten all out her. He was probably sitting in the woods, doing something he normally did... only thinking that Fuu was such a stupid human. But would be tasty with ketchup. She smirked at her own paranoia, he said he would come. He would keep his word. But that still didn't make her any less nervous. Like a golden bird she glided to a table no to far from her section of wall. It was as beautiful as the rest of the ball. Sylph hadn't missed a detail. Fuu set her shaw and a small pocket book on the tabletop. She didn't sit though, she couldn't sit.
The Syltherin dug around in her pocket book and retrieved a golden watch that looked as worn as her mask. She clasped it around her wrist and checked the time. She had taken it off earlier because she was beginning to treat it like an obsession. Fuu had plenty of time to kill. She glanced at a chair and smiled, but still she couldn't sit. She ran her fingers through her auburn hair. It was a loose singular bun, tied with a bronze ribbon. Her bangs were swept to the side, to display her owl-ish veil and a few soft curls set between the base of her neck and shoulder. Those were the ones she twirled, but it brought attention to her throat from which a necklace did not hang. It was strange how she had forgotten it and even more odd how she felt so exposed.
One last time she glanced at the table, almost a glare. From there she snatched a snack peanut from a bowl. With her pink polished nails she began to peel it. The table was the perfect height for her to comfortably lean on. So, she did. Fuu let her hips rest on the edge of the table. From there she watched the other students enjoy themselves.
Couples twirled and stepped all over the dance floor. Some with the grace and elegance of a professionals and others looked like just what they were; children in lovely dresses and masks having fun. Fuu couldn't help but smile when a set of first years would awkwardly hold hands and try not to step on each other's toes. It was adorable. Fuu's bare back was pressed against a wall and her eyes were directed to the ceiling. It was an explosion of color and even though she hadn't spent that much time in Astronomy class, the red head tried to identify as many constellations as she could.
It wasn't that fun, but she was anxious and needed something to do. The room wasn't as crowded as the last dance she went to, but there were still a lot of people. She brushed a gloved hand across her powder pink fur shaw. It wasn't real fur, Fuu didn't like to kill animals just for their skin. It somehow matched the rest of her attire. In her dress she felt like royalty. It was a strapless corset with a high waist. From above the hips she skirt section bloomed out. It was very fluffy and looked like ruffled bird feathers. All over she was covered in gold and bronze, even her mask was faded gold. Fuu had placed a charm on it that would allow the mask to stay on her face without string. It was very twisty and resembled an owl. That was her entire outfit's theme: an owl. On her feet was a pair of light pink heels, in some way they matched her dress. She had a way of combining things together that didn't see m like they would fit together nice.
Fuu's cobalt eyes dropped once more to the dance floor. She looked a bit pitiful just waiting for her date to arrive. He was an important man... thing, he had probably forgotten all out her. He was probably sitting in the woods, doing something he normally did... only thinking that Fuu was such a stupid human. But would be tasty with ketchup. She smirked at her own paranoia, he said he would come. He would keep his word. But that still didn't make her any less nervous. Like a golden bird she glided to a table no to far from her section of wall. It was as beautiful as the rest of the ball. Sylph hadn't missed a detail. Fuu set her shaw and a small pocket book on the tabletop. She didn't sit though, she couldn't sit.
The Syltherin dug around in her pocket book and retrieved a golden watch that looked as worn as her mask. She clasped it around her wrist and checked the time. She had taken it off earlier because she was beginning to treat it like an obsession. Fuu had plenty of time to kill. She glanced at a chair and smiled, but still she couldn't sit. She ran her fingers through her auburn hair. It was a loose singular bun, tied with a bronze ribbon. Her bangs were swept to the side, to display her owl-ish veil and a few soft curls set between the base of her neck and shoulder. Those were the ones she twirled, but it brought attention to her throat from which a necklace did not hang. It was strange how she had forgotten it and even more odd how she felt so exposed.
One last time she glanced at the table, almost a glare. From there she snatched a snack peanut from a bowl. With her pink polished nails she began to peel it. The table was the perfect height for her to comfortably lean on. So, she did. Fuu let her hips rest on the edge of the table. From there she watched the other students enjoy themselves.