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Post by Professor Artemis Hawthorne on Dec 30, 2006 8:49:18 GMT -5
Christmas was a great time of year, full of goodwill and cheer if one was to believe the carols, but Artemis definitely preferred New Years Eve. She, her sisters and her two brothers had always gathered together at the mansion with their significant others - Artemis, more often than not, showing up alone - before heading out to a party; the younger members of the family left at the mansion with two of the adults to supervise over any of the games they thought up. Last year had been her year to supervise, along with her youngest brothers wife, and it had been more fun than most of the parties. She'd been afraid that this year wouldn't be any fun at all without her family, but a Scottish, muggle-born friend had owled a list of fun traditions to try out if she started feeling lonely or bored. One of the traditions had immediately caught her eye and Artemis had hurried to the staff room, thankful to find the very witch she had been looking for. Minerva McGonagall, being of scottish descent, had been able to fill in all the gaps missing from the short explanation Artemis had from her friend. Headmistress Prestimon had approved the plan and Artemis had gladly taken charge of the preparations for the ball, grateful to have a distraction from thoughts of her own traditions. Minerva and Amy had also volunteered to chaperone the ball, in costume of course, though Artemis had been curious as to what Severus would've dressed up as, had he been asked to chaperone.
Artemis herself had contacted one of her sisters for a costume that had laid in her wardrobe for a few years. The dress she had received brought a horrified grimace to her face and she had instantly set about sewing black lace to the hem. Combined with the black lace fingerless gloves and Spanish fan she had bought in Hogsmeade, Artemis was the perfect replica of the Spanish dancers she had seen over the summer. Her mask was simple black with red trim around the edges. Simple, but far enough from her normal, every-day appearance that no one would recognise her unless they already knew her costume. The costume had been simple, especially since Artemis had had an urge to dress up as a Spanish dancer since she'd seen them on holiday. The decorating of the Hall had quickly been delegated to other members of staff - Artemis claiming that she had no sense of style when it came to decorations. Of course, she had to do something and so she'd grappled with the task of food and drink. The elder students could be supplied with champagne, wine and firewhiskey in limited amounts but how to stop the younger students getting hold of it? Artemis sighed regretfully, knowing that she would have to remain by the drinks table for the majority of the night and then switch places with Minerva just before midnight to start the highlight of the night. Ah well. If any of the students were idiotic enough to indulge in too much drink then they would learn from the pain the following day, because Artemis was sure that Severus wouldn't be handing out any potions to cure hangovers or nausea to any students - except perhaps his Slytherins, who probably had the sense not to drink too much anyway.
"Almost time," Artemis called over to Amy and Minerva warningly, her skirt swishing around her legs as she strolled over to the doors, placing a basket of plain black masks there for anyone who had forgotten that masks were compulsory. The other two women merely waved at her dismissively before continuing with their own tasks, bringing an almost fond smile to her face. Whether she would admit it or not - whether she wanted it to happen or not - Arte was becoming fond of Hogwarts and the people in it - both professors and students. Sure, Snape needed a change of attitude sometimes but that was just the way some Slytherins were.
((The doors are not yet open, as Minerva and perhaps Amy need to post first, so gather outside the Hall and try to identify your friends in their disguises!))
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Post by Headmistress Prestimion on Dec 31, 2006 3:47:40 GMT -5
Amy hurried herself to be sure that she was prepared for the festivities. This year was something new mentioned to them by the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Amy knew that it was good for the students to grow in many ways, and experiences from other cultures was one way to ensure that they all grew well rounded. That was one thing Amy considered the most important.
Amy recalled that Artemis had mentioned something about them having to be in costume for the festivities, so as always she began to dig through her large assortment of wizarding and muggle clothes. Amy wasn't good at costumes so she wasn't sure what to wear. She finally came across an old Egyptian headress that had been handed down through her family for years. Matching that with a simple pair of golden sandles and a white toga style dress, Amy only had now to worry about her mask. With a quick wave of her wand, she conjured up a beautiful mask made of golden material with seemingly jade flakes spread through it. The outline of the eyes blackened by a soft silk like material. Amy knew she was ready now. Dressing herself, she left her study and headed toward the Great Hall where she knew she would be needed.
Upon entering the Great Hall, Amy noticed that it was different. It was as if it was completely ready for the festivities that were taking place before long. Looking for Minerva and Artemis, Amy wondered what she would be doing other than chaperoning of course. She knew that they couldn't have the students getting out of hand. She soon found Artemis and asked what task needed her attention. After being asked to do something, Amy quickly turned her attention to the tasks that lay in front of her for the night, and prepared herself for the fun that she once recalled Hogwarts being known for.
As Amy heard the call that it was almost time for the festivities to began, she simply waved. She was ready for this, as long as there was no trouble from Peeves this night everythign would go smoothly.
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Post by Professor Minerva McGonagall on Jan 4, 2007 18:11:38 GMT -5
Well, the idea was a new one, that was for sure. To see a tradition that she barely knew about being used had almost surprised her, especially since she herself was of Scottish descent and Artemis had originated from America before moving to Bolton after the death of her grandparents, if she remembered correctly. Which was more than likely since she had a vague respect for the younger professor, even if she did seem to prefer the Slytherins over Minervas Gryffindors. That respect transformed to muttered grumbles as Artemis demanded that she had to wear a costume. "Fine," Minerva nodded calmly, grabbing one of the black masks from the basket near the door and changing the colour to silver before dotting red flakes throughout it. At Artemis' protests that a mask hardly constituted as a costume, Minerva conjured a nametag, printed something on it and fixed it to the front of her dress robes.
"Merlin," Artemis read the nametag, barely repressing a shout of laughter. Minerva smiled smugly before crossing the room to finish the task Artemis had set her. If the students actually bothered to think about how much effort the professors put into preparing these balls for them then Minerva had been giving them entirely too little credit over the years. "Nice costume, Amy," Minerva called across the room, looking up from her now finished task at Artemis' warning of the time before getting partially distracted by the headmistress's costume. The clock struck 6PM and Minerva opened the doors with her wand, allowing all the students to enter.
((Artemis gave permission for god-moding. And yes, the Ball is now open. Enjoy!))
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Post by Dana Coran on Jan 8, 2007 3:03:32 GMT -5
And yet another party was here. Even though it felt much better to celebrate without the threat of the war hanging over everyone’s head. Even though such small joys like parties were more needed during hard times, they were much pleasant when times were good. Wringing her hair out Dana straightened up fully and left the bathroom, with a slight grimace on her face at the sensation of water dripping down her back from her hair. Sauntering into her dormitory Dana headed towards her bed around the numerous girls and trunks and piles of clothing everywhere around the room as she wasn’t the only one preparing for the New Years ball. Actually by the looks of it Dana was one of the few girls who wasn’t in her costume yet. Dropping to sit down on her bed Dana picked up her wand and a couple of simple charms later her hair was try and sleekly straight. Cleo had already painted her fingernails golden earlier so Dana picked up the folded up dress on her bed. It seemed like such an innocent cut as the fabric lay on the bed. But as Dana wriggled herself into the fabric the transformation was amazing. The decoltee – that was a bit deeper than Dana usually wore – filled out and the curve of her hips made the fabric flare and swish around her legs. Fitting the cloth around her legs Dana made sure the the slits that went high to her thighs wouldn’t show unless she moved before slipping on a pair of sandals she had bought just for this occasion and tying their strings around her ankles. Wriggling her toes in the open shoes Dana smiled at the golden hue of her toenails before standing to get a start on the most important part of her costume.
Jewelry. A girl’s – or at least Dana’s – passion and friend. Jewels could make a big difference and so Dana had picked an outfit that required a lot of jewels this time. First the belt – a wide and golden one with blue squares decoration the sides. Wrapping it tightly around her waist Dana had to call on a dorm-mate and friend to check so that the fabric would stay flattering after she tied it, pulling the golden end of the belt to hang loosely on the front as well. A golden circles to go around her left arm and then bracelets that looked quite identical to the belt around both of her wrists. For putting on the necklace Dana again had to ask for help as she fixed the wide golden circle with ribbons of blue pearls surrounding it to rest enticingly, but not uncomfortably on her shoulders. A thin golden circles around her head so that it was keeping her hair down and adding a hint of exotic to her forehead before Dana added a quietly tingling anklet and a pair of long dangling ear-rings. And by now the dormitory had gotten a lot more emptier as well, leaving only on more girl into the room besides Dana as most others hurried to meet up with their friends or dates for tonight. Dana went by herself yet again. It was curious really – she was a popular girl – or at least some people considered her popular – but she never managed to get any dates. Making a small grimace to herself in the mirror before which she sat down Dana brushed the thoughts from her mind. She could and would still have fun.
But first the make-up. Deciding to start with the eyes as they were the hardest Dana fished out a blue eye-shade and with certain and generous movements of her fingers covered her eye-lids with it. Black eye-liner was next and remembering the style Dana accentuated her eyes, drawing the lines out even longer to the side. Messing up one side as her arm shifted awkwardly Dana sighed and cleared her face before starting again. First the eye-shade , then the liner. This time the outcome was deemed acceptable s Dana moved on. A bit of powder to her cheeks and nose before painting her lips a deep red with the tone she had borrowed from Cleo. Deciding she was ready Dana stood and turning, observed herself from her mirror. Not Cleopatra perhaps. But certainly a noble woman from the court at Cleopatra’s time. One golden-looking mask later, that covered her nose and mart of hte fore-head, but still showed her painted eye-lids and she was ready. Blowing a kiss to her mirror reflection, Dana tucked her wand into a secret pocket at the midst of the fabric around her legs and left the dormitory to start moving towards the Great Hall, taking her time as she walked, to make sure her hips swayed nicely as she glided through the hallways and down the numerous staircases.
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Post by Cleo Graas on Jan 8, 2007 3:04:10 GMT -5
Cleo stood from her seat before the mirror-stand and placing a hand on her hip turned to face her husband who was lounging on the bed and playing with Morrigan. “How do I look?” Cleo demanded with an arch of her eye-brow, making Kris look up from his position. Cleo laughed as a quirky smile appeared on the Slytehrin’s lip, before he deemed Cleo the prettiest woman on earth. Laughing at the words Cleo walked closer to the bed and rewarded Kris with a quick kiss before standing and glancing to the mirror once more. It wasn’t easy to find a costume she would like and which would fit on someone pregnant, so Cleo had kept things simple. Black pants, a freely flowing red jacket that reached his thighs and was closed with a wide black belt. A pair of horns protruding from the sides of her head and a black tail with a red heart at it’s tip swishing behind her – the outcome of Kris’s wandwork. Matchin red make-up and red nails with black flames on them. A matching red mask with a black flame on it over her nose and between her eyes to fit the ball criteria. And then pulling on a pair short lace gloves Cleo picked up the red-black trident and announced that she was ready to go, making Kris rise form his position. Braiding their fingers together they left the room, Kris throwing a locking room over his shoulder at the door. They had separate dormitories theorethically, but both much preferred staying in the small and quite comfortable sanctuary here in the borderline of dungeons they had created for themselves. Besides Cleo wasn’t sure at all how her dorm-mates would alter on take to baby’s crying or even Cleo’s groaning when she got a cramp in her legs again.
“I’d like some red fish made with spices and lemon in the oven today,” Cleo commented as she rubbed her stomach, “If they don’t, we’ll stay at the ball for about a polite hour and then go raid the kitchen’s or Hogsmeade.” Kris made a non-commital sound at the back of his throat making Cleo glance at him out of the corner of her eyes. She knew Kris didn’t want to go to the New Year ball. He wasn’t much of a partier anyway and he was worried about the party being bad to Cleo and their still unborn child. While he hadn’t protested too much verbally, his unwillingness to come showed by Kris wearing his every day clothes – a pair of black slacks and a button up black silk blouse as well as the square-cut emerald with the family crest engraved into it, glinting form it’s position on his hand. “I promise to tell the moment me – or Rister – feel tired,” Cleo stated stopping and pulling Kris to stand before her as well. Kris’s lips quirked upwards in recognition and thanks as he bent his head to drop a quick kiss on Cleo’s forehead and Cleo could see Kris feeling a bit less nervous after the promise as they continued towards the Great Hall yet again.
“Dana’s coming,” Cleo commented as she noticed the slim figure of her firend sashaying down the staircase, the confident steps and sways of her hips perfectly suiting the Egyptian style costume she was wearing. “Entrancing,” Cleo stated with a grin as Dana reached hearing range. “Isn’t it?” Dana agreed with a thingyy grin flowing over her face, “Not that you two don’t make an equally captivating picture. That outfit really shows your... true colours.” Cleo aimed a swat towards Dana, who easily dodged it as both girls laughed. Cleo raised an eye-brow tilting her head wordlessly towards her husband and Dana nodded in reply in silent agreement. Kris might not have dressed into an outfit on his own, but he’d get a costume before they entered the Great Hall.
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Post by Kris Graas on Jan 8, 2007 3:24:16 GMT -5
((I lost the posts I had typed up. *pouts* I have to rewrite all of them. And now they are bad.))
Kris stood by quietly letting his sister and his wife banter light-heartedly. After all they were the ones exited about Kris, not Kris. Kris would have much happily stalked around in the Forest with his hounds kept in Hogsmeade, swam in the Hogwarts lake or simply toured the grounds. But Cleo had wanted to come and in the big picture it was a small enough detail for Kris to not make a fuss about it. “You know the rules Dana, let me know if anyone bothers you,” Kris commented calmly, knowing form previous years when he still had his eye-sight that dana didn’t have too much against wearing provocative outfits either. And while Kris knew Dana could handle most trouble-makers herself, it was sometimes easier and quieter for him to pull the guy aside and make sure what exactly he would be facing if he didn’t back off. Noticing that the girls were still talking Kris discovered that he had missed some part of the conversation as he felt a hand touching each of his nails. Kris hesitated for a second, before giving in once more. What not humour the girls for one night. So Kris stood calmly still as Cleo charmed his nails black and Dana pointed her wand at Kris’s canine, lengthening them so that they resembled a vampire’s teeth. Accepting the long cloak – no doubt black with red lining Kris thought with silent amusement, Kris threw it over his shoulders with a flourish with Cleo’s nimble fingers closing it around his throat. “Am I suiting your wishes now?” Kris asked ith a light smirk. In response Cleo reached up and gave him a quick peck on his cheek: “I’d give you a kiss for that, but I think the fangs would make that quite a nuisance.”
Kris smirked lazily and taking Cleo’s hand in his and entwining their shoulders the young couple entered through the grand doors of the Great Hall, with Morrigan contently purring on Kris’s left shoulder. “Hmm. Refreshments, food, dancing. So many choices,” Cleo mused absent-mindedly as the slight pull of her hand let Kris know in which direction to head. Not that they had much trouble getting around. Most people had learned the hard away to stay out of both of their paths. So it was no surprise they reached the snacks table quickly. “So boring no fish. But quite good chees. Hmm what’s that,”Cleo pondered out loud to make things easier for Kris and Kris felt something being raised to his lips, “It looks quite suspicious. Eat it and tell me what it is.” And of course his wife always used him as a personal food-taster. Then again that was understandable as Cleo was a picky eater where as Kris had had to eat some much more exotic foods since childhood. Opening his lips Kris allowed Cleo to place the piece into his mouth and behind his sunglasses Kris enjoyed the mixing tastes. “Spiced raw oyster with almond covering. Delicious on it’s own but nothing you would appreciate,” Kris replied and Cleo made a slight noise next to him, “Remind me not to kiss you until you’ve eaten something else.” Smirking lazily Kris swooped down to steal a chaste kiss form Cleo before turning and backing up a couple of steps.
A sweepingly low and formal bow – one that Kris very rarely used – and with a flourish of his cloak that was much more fashionable than it would have been had Kris done it impulsively reached out his hand to Cleo: “May I have this dance, a ghra?” “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” came the haughty reply and not caring whether anyone else was dancing or not Kris pulled Cleo closer, holding his can with only two fingers behind Cleo’s back as they moved together to the music with inborn grace. A fond smirk playing lazily on Kris’s lips as he lowered his head slightly towards that of his wife, yet again thanking all the gods and faiths and good beings to have presented him with the gift of his wife.
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Post by Gaenor Maydell on Jan 8, 2007 3:48:58 GMT -5
Gaenor looked into the mirror, eyeing his costume skeptically. It wasn’t the best perhaps, but it looked good on him. With him being 17 years old he was old and mature enough to wear this outfit out. And in the end it wasn’t a bad outfit either. Gaenor had dressed up as Robin Hood. A forest-green tunic with a simply open collar held together by a bronze brooch that was pulled together at his waist with a thick leather belt and with a bronze buckle before falling loosely around his upper legs. A pair of tan hose that surrounded his legs and soft knee-high boots in the same green tone as his tunic. A realistic 17th century dagger slipped to hang form his belt and a green hat with a tan eagle-feather swaying over it. Simply, charming and it looked good on Gaenor. The suave and oh so adorable female voice of the SLtyehrin 7th year boys dormitory seemed to think it same as it let out a low whistle before whispering almost hoarsly: “Ooh, baby, you make me melt.” “Why, thank you Seraphine,” Gaenor replied with an easy smirk as he slipped a comb through his brown curls before placing the hat on his head. After someone had charmed the mirror to be this female and this flirty the 7th years had adopted it, quite enjoying the little bit of innocent amusement it offered to them.
After that Gaenor left the dormitory attaching a simple undecorated tan mask to his face on the go he headed towards the Great Hall with long and purposeful strides which still weren’t hurried. And there wasn’t a reason to hurry as Gaenor saw that dana was yet to enter the Great Hall as he reached it, recognizing the slim figure in a sheer Egyptian dress without much trouble. “Should I fall on one knee, and pray for a chance to serve?” Gaenor asked stepping next to Dana and was blessed with a quickly flashing smile as the two stepped towards the doors together. “Ah, heart-robber, leave my heart in one piece please,” came the quick response before they were both forced to stop. A quick glance upwards assured them tat oene of the enchanted mistletoes from the Weasley twins joke store had decided to make an appearance. “At least let me steal a kiss then,” Gaenor replied in the same teasing manner as he took hold of Dana’s waist and swirled them around. No bother fighting iwht the remaints of mistletoe after all. Dipping Dana low Ganeor supported her weight with one of his hands on Dana’s waist, the other between her shoulderblades. Seemed like Dana was in an elaborate mood today as well as she wrapped her arms sultrily around Gaenor’s shoulders while throwing one of her legs over his hip. “Showing off, aren’t we?” Ganeor murmured low enough so that the words reached only Dana’s ears in a whisper. Dana smirked and despite the quite explict position their closed lips touched each other for the briefest of moments. They were friends and good friends after all, and neither of them wanted anything more than that friendship.
Taking a step back Gaenor propelled them both back into an upwards position as the mistletoe disappeared again, allowing both to move forward. Agreeing that they would have to dance together during the nigh both moved their own way as Gaenor’s eyes scanned the crowd around. Nodding briefly to Adrian and some other Slytherin he knew Gaenor found himself smiling lightly upon noticing the small stature of Lita. Making his way over, sidestepping a couple or two, Gaenor approached Lita’s back. Bending and wrapping an arm around the girl’s swasit hoisted her up and held her still against his chest and hip with one arm tightly wrapped around her. “Now what you think would be a fair ransom to ask, should I deign myself to kidnap this fair maiden here,” Gaenor asked Lita as he slowly sauntered towards te snacks table wile holding Lita.
((Dana, Cleo, Kris and Gaenor are all mine and I certainly gave myself the right to godmode. And hope you don’t mind the god-moding Lita – if you do, just let me know and I’ll edit.))
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Post by Lacey Langres H7 on Jan 8, 2007 4:19:47 GMT -5
Lacey wasn’t really a big partier. She was more used to sticking to the background and sometimes even have her trusted pencils and paper ready to try and capture the moments visible to her eyes. To try and capture the good spirit, the happyiness she saw on a paper so she could take it out later and looked at the picture when she was feeling sad. But she had made a promise to Dana that she would try and be part of that spirit herself too, not just create a memory of it. So here Lacey was, trying to dress up with the help of her roommates. It had been hard to imagine herself in some costume so Lacey had sought help from drawing. She had closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself in a party, free and happy and dancing and social. The outcome picture had been of fairies and so here Lacey was. She was wearing striped red-white stockings and an old skirt of hers. She usually wore the skirt when she was painting so it was covered with odd blurts of pints but those looked oddly suitable with her costume. A red tank-top and a red-white scarf wrapped around her throat. An older girl from Hufflepuff had even charmed the small wings behind her to shimmer in the light and move lightly now and then. Slipping on a pair of tennisshoes that had also seen better days without colour-spots on them Lacey slipped her spread fingers through her hair that was luckily short and didn’t need much to be done to it.
Chewing nervously on her lower lip Lacey hoped that she wouldn’t do anything wrong in the party and then kept reassuring herself that everything would be fine. She could always escape back to the dormitory after all. And that seemed like a more and more tempting possibility with every step Lacey took. But everyone else was going through the hallways towards the Great Hall so Lacey simply let herself be carried along with the flow. And as she stepped into the Great Hall and let the music wash over herself and took in all the colours and laughing faces Lacey was glad that she hadn’t turned back. She didn’t know most people here and the few she did know were either dancing or chatting in big groups already so Lacey stayed by her own. Why bother people who were happy already. Besides the room looked so pretty that Lacey had to hold her breath now and again to be able to consume all of it. She walked slowly among the people looking her heard turning in all directions before she stopped near the table covered with foot and filled a glass for herself before continuing to look around while shifting her red mask on her face to make sure it was safely in it's place.
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Post by Lita Hollows R6 on Jan 8, 2007 12:34:45 GMT -5
Lita hummed darkly as she added the last spell onto her costume. It hadn't been difficult to assemble the costume, since she already had the necessary clothes in her wardrobe. The only difficulty had been colouring the clothes, but Adrian had been willing to help in exchange for her helping him think up a simple costume. Black baggy trousers, a black shirt with black-purple fishnet sleeves and fishnet, fingerless gloves had been the basis of her disguise as a dark faery. Adrian had enlisted a friends help to construct her wings out of fabric with wire around the edges to keep the shape and then brought them to Lita so she could decide upon colours and patterns. The wings had been coloured black, with purple cobwebs scattered over them. After no small amount of consideration, Lita had grudgingly allowed Adrian to charm purple cobwebs onto her shirt and trousers so long as he promised to turn them back to normal later. Now for the final touch, if only she could get down to the dungeons without anyone noticing her.
Lita darted through the shadows and hidden passageways swiftly, emerging a few corridors away from her destination. When she finally reached the abandoned classroom, she knocked on the door cautiously before slipping in at Adrians welcome. Clad in all black, with fake daggers obviously concealed over his body, her brother looked the part as an assassin. Lita took the seat her brother gestured to obediently and sat still as he charmed purple streaks into her black hair before sticking her wings to the back of her shirt and fixing her purple mask onto her face. "Ready to go?" Adrian asked, leading the way toward the Great Hall at his sisters nod. "Hawthorne is arranging it apparently," Adrian continued as he led her to the Hall. "She and two others are chaperoning, from what I've heard, but no one can find out who." Lita shrugged, leaning against the wall carelessly. "Not that it matters. We'll all find out in a few minutes and I don't see the point in debating it further. Wonder what everyone else is coming as." Lita mused thoughtfully, following after her brother as the doors finally opened.
"This way," Lita dragged her brother toward a group of Slytherins whom she was quite fond of, even if she was quite sure that Adrian would've followed anyway. It was more fun this way, and the mask hiding her eyes and part of her face, while hiding nothing of her identity, only added to the fun. "Childish," Adrian groaned in mock-complaint, removing his mask for a few seconds as they approached the group, letting them see his face and recognise him. Lita grinned and shook her head, only half-listening to Adrian explain to her friends exactly why they could only recognise him after he took off his mask when it couldn't possibly hide his identity from anyone who had even passed him in the corridors. She'd already sat through this explanation and it was ridiculously obvious, when one considered the school they were attending and the world they lived in.
Lita merely smirked slightly when she felt herself being grabbed and lifted, automatically holding on to Gaenor. He was the only person she knew who would announce his presence like that and then carry her away - only earning a slight wave from Adrian too, Lita noticed in surprise. Maybe her brother had finally stopped worrying about her as much when she was around Gaenor. And quite rightly too, considering that Gaenor was her protector in all but official title. Maybe the Ministry would invent that title one day, and he'd get the official title. "Ransom...hmm. Well, I fully demand to know how you recognised me with my mask on and my back turned to you - if Adrian told anyone about my costume then I'll kill him, or at least torture him slowly. And I also demand food because I skipped lunch again." Lita decided thoughtfully, shifting slightly to get a more comfortable ride as Gaenor carried her. Why should she think about getting down and walking when she was perfectly happy being chauffeured around?
((*pokes Lacey, Kris, Gaenor, Cleo and Dana accusingly* If you five have forgotten to wear masks then I'll make Artemis attack you. If you've just forgotten to mention them in your posts then I suppose I can deal with it. Either way, you have to wear masks (even if Kris probably won't anyway *sticks tongue out at Kris childishly*) and so Adrian and Lita are assuming you're all wearing them, bar Kris who isn't approached by either of them.))
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Post by Adrian Hollows on Jan 8, 2007 13:40:15 GMT -5
Out of all his costume, Adrian liked the mask best. Unlike every other part of his costume, it hid his identity from all but those who saw him without it. For the first time in years, Adrian felt almost grateful to his father for having the foresight to pass on the spell. Granted, he had sent it to Lita in case she wanted to hide her face from the world but at least he could benefit from it.Though his family's attitude about him being a Slytherin - avoid him at all costs, don't make eye-contact if you can avoid it and speak to him as little as possible without being considered neglectful because that would certainly be bad for their reputation - was rather depressing at times. He had looked into getting himself emancipated and moving out but his parents had threatened him with not seeing Lita if he embarrassed the family name in such a way. His cocky question about what they would do during the school year had led to an answer that almost - because nothing about his parents could ever truly shock him anymore, unless they dressed up in pink and spoke like cheerleaders or willingly acknowledged him - shocked him. Durmstrang, for Lita? Impossible. Unthinkable. Which meant that he was still at Hogwarts, still living with his parents, and dressed up as an assassin. Thank Merlin his identity was securely hidden from everyone. At least the group Lita had chosen for them to talk to were bearable. His opinion of them abruptly changed as he realised that one girl was pointing at him expectantly at the others were snickering at him and looking delighted. When it was clear that he hadn't been paying any attention at all, a boy - looking equally disgusted, Adrian was pleased to note - unhappily informed him that the girls who had just joined them, had started to dare everyone to do ridiculous things - which explained why there was a transfigured monkey perched on top of a girls head - and he was their current victim. "Fine," Adrian grumbled, honourable enough to not back out of his dare. "Great," a girl chirped, her eyes twinkling madly leading Adrian to absently-mindedly wonder how much sugar she ate and whether it was humanly possible for eyes to reflect that much light. It was horribly distracting. "You see that girl," the twinkly-eyed, far-too-chirpy, about-to-be-strangled-by-Adrian girl pointed to a blonde dressed as what he presumed was a fairy ((yep, Lacey)) and instantly giggled, her voice reaching a higher pitch than Adrian had ever wished to discover. "You have to, like, dance with her. And, like, try to have a good time. You're so, like, grumpy sometimes." Adrian's eyebrow raised sharply, his anger on both his and the girls part rising slowly. Maybe he had indirectly invited himself to be part of the game by standing with the group, but the girl had nothing to do with it. The again, Adrian reconsidered, dancing for a short while gave him the chance to escape. "I'll walk over with you," the boy offered instantly, his dark eyes clearly begging Adrian to help him escape the madness which had invaded the group of people who had been sane only a short while ago. "They over-indulged on alcohol," the boy confided quietly as they walked toward the girl, grinning and waving cheerily before abandoning Adrian to his fate, leaving him to walk the last few steps and ask for a dance. The situations his sister got him in to - however accidentally. One day she would realise and beg his forgiveness. If he thought that would ever actually happen, Adrian might start to live for that day. "I've been threatened with being thrown to the thestrals if I don't start enjoying myself soon," Adrian grinned at the girl easily, not lying since Lita had used that threat on him only hours before. "And yes, I do realise that it sounds like a horrible - not to mention cheesy - way of getting a dance, but unfortunately it's true. Sisters are so cruel. Since the purpose of this ball is to be hidden behind masks, you'll excuse me if I don't give you my name, and instead ask you to try to enjoy a dance with me for my rudeness in involving you in my sisters evilness." ((*grins cheerily* Yep, I decided that Adrian should be forced to dance by a group of evil, half-drunk girls who have nothing better to do in life except set people up. Have fun Lacey. ))
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Post by Gaenor Maydell on Jan 9, 2007 5:02:04 GMT -5
If Gaenor hadn’t been a Slytherin he would have raised his eye-brow in surprise as someone he didn’t know waved at him as he had lifted Lita up. As it was, Gaenor’s face behind the mask remained impassive as he nodded to the boy waving at him. Adrian perhaps? Who else would keep Lita this close while being that much odler than her. Not including Gaenor of course. Lita responded so Gaenor averted his attention back to the girl tangling from his arm. “Demands the hostage presents might not be listened to unless a ransom has been asked for and paid up,” Gaenor commented as hetook hold of Lita with both hands. The girl was small but still quite a burden to be held up with one hand for too long. So as she didn’t seem to be protesting much Gaenor hoisted her up onto her shoulder with one swift moving, leaving Lita’s legs hanging down in front of her. Holding the girl steady with one hand, Gaenor absently drummed along to the rhythm of the song on Lita’s back with his fingers.
“How ever I think I’ll choose to be generous. I recognized some of your company as Slytherins that are old enough for first years to generally not hang around with. Adding your small stature and the unique choice of costume – really, don’t most little girls dream f being princess rather than wearing purple cobwebs, however charming the costume looks on you – and the conclusion was simple to reach, as I kept my eyes open. I just got here myself actually – got my kiss of the night already though. Some remains of mistletoe decided to make an appearance as me and Dana were passing through the door,” Gaenor added with a slight smirk as he glanced towards the Great Hall door through which people kept moving into the Hall still. A friendly kiss only, but well. A kiss for luck on New Years never hurt anyone, even if Gaenor deep inside doubted it did any good either. Besides had ben fun to put up that show with dana.
Changing his direction slightly to meet Lita’s wish for food. Even if a small frown marred his face for the briefest of moments, evne if it was hidden by his mask. “Good is important, you know. So no skipping lunches or I’ll have to start chaperoning you to your common room to the Great Hall three times a day,” Gaenor replied in an easy tone, even if there was the serious hint of a promise or a threat behind his words. They could be taken as either a promise or a threat after all. All depended on how you chose to look upon it. Throwing a filled egg into his mouth Gaenor turned around so that Lita could take a glance at the food-choice, “We seem to have reached the food-table before the ravaging and starving mass that’s sometimes also known as the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Magic.”
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Post by Lacey Langres H7 on Jan 20, 2007 13:53:01 GMT -5
Lacey had barely stopped at the table and started looking around, all her senses open to absorb as much of the sensations around her as possible when someone approached her. It was only some older year wanting her to move so she could approach the snacks table though. So stepping to the side by a couple of paces Lacey resumed her observing only to be approached by someone yet again. This time it was someone who actually wanted to talk to her. Lacey could only blink in shock and surprise at the boy as he started speaking and asked her to dance instead. This didn’t usually happen to her. Well… actually it never happened to her before. But this guy seemed to be around her age if not a bit older judging by his height and build. Noticing that she had been gaping Lacey flushed under her mask and managed to find her voice yet again.
“Oh, how could anyone not love it here? The hall looks so pretty,” Lacey said with a shy smile gracing her lips, “And I understand about the lack of name. I’ll do the same. But while your sister sounds able to carry out that threat, I’m not sure I’d be the best dance partner. I don’t come to parties often so I’m not at all sure I wouldn’t shame you on the dance-floor. I wouldn’t want to make you enjoy yourself at the party here any less by trodding over your toes. And now I’m babbling.” Lacey snapped her mouth shut feeling small and silly. She couldn’t dance really. The woman whose children she often baby-sat in summer had taught Lacey too and when she was alone she often hummed and danced to and by and for herself. But to dance on public. Lacey felt a bit nervous at the thought.
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Post by Nadine Whitaker on Jan 25, 2007 16:18:36 GMT -5
Nadine sat absolutely still as Ryann approached her with the scissors, tutting even as she began to cut the mass of thick red hair to the correct length before starting to shape and style it. "I don't understand you sometimes, Nadine." Ryann sighed mournfully, holding up a lock of her sisters hair that had fallen into her hands. "You have such lovely hair and yet you make me cut it off just for one event, one night. I know you're going to grow it back with a potion, but it's still irrational." Nadine merely smiled slightly at her younger sisters scolding. The third year could be a brat, but occasionally she was willing to help and she felt no hesitation when she felt something was not right. "You're the one who suggested this costume," Nadine pointed out lightly. A pirate was her original idea but Ryann had begged her to relinquish the idea and, feeling guilty about the continuous thoughts of leaving her family in favour of the freedom she craved, Nadine had agreed. It didn't hurt that Ryann had suggested a new costume, the quirks of which appealed to Nadine.
"You're all finished." Ryann stepped away, brushing strands of red hair off her clothes self-consciously. "Enjoy the ball," Nadine dismissed her carelessly, swiveling around to inspect her new appearance. Her sister was right, the shorter hair did look strange but it certainly suited the purpose Nadine needed it for. It would give one night of complete anonymity during which she could fool everyone who had ever talked to her, laughed with her or even just brushed past her on the way to classes. With trousers she had purchased in Hogsmeade, short hair, a midnight blue mask to cover her eyes, a new posture which she had practiced for hours before deciding it was acceptable and a shirt which was spelled to make her look flat-chested, Nadine looked every inch a boy. It was so quirky, so ridiculous, so unexpected that everyone would just think it was a boy who hadn't bothered to dress up for the occasion. Not even Taire, who knew her better than anyone, would suspect that this new person was Nadine in disguise.
"You're ridiculous, you know that right?" Nadine spun around at the sound of a voice, automatically pointing her wand at her roommate accusingly. They had teased her and rifled through her trunk so often that her first instinct was to attack and then ask questions. "Truce," the girl held up her hands placatingly, dropping onto a bed gracelessly and leveling a thoughtful gaze at Nadine. "You'll pass for a boy, if you really must, but make sure to not dance," she advised. "You dance like a girl, and it would spoil the whole surprise." Nadine paused before stepping forward and offering her hand, "So come with me, help me out and stop me making any stupid mistakes." The girl nodded and took her hand, her charmed cat ears twitching excitedly as her tail swished. "Amaia, as you probably already knew."
They approached the doors to Great Hall and Nadine bowed, offering a wild grin before escorting Amaia into the Hall. "This is probably the wildest thing I've ever done," Nadine heard a whispered admission and placed a comforting hand on her new friends back under the pretense of guiding her to the wall. "Just go with it," Nadine whispered, "and remember that, no matter what I look like, I'm not your date." The last thing she needed was to discover that she had an admirer as a boy when she had none when dressed normally. Now that would be depressing. Nadine would definitely have to rethink her dress sense if that happened, while dealing with hysterical laughter from her sister and friends.
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Post by Jackson Collins G5 on Feb 3, 2007 15:50:40 GMT -5
A masked ball. What fun. Jackson looked over the letter he had just received from Meiko and frowned darkly. He couldn't believe what she'd just told him. For the whole summer, he would have to put up with a female invading his home, his family, his life? Even worse, he would have to be nice to her because the girls mother had been the best friend of Joshua's wife and a close friend of Joshua himself. The worst of it all was that the girl would learn about his status as an orphan, something he had told no one because he absolutely despised the pitying look in peoples eyes once they learned. They all just assumed that his parents had abandoned him, not that they had died. Was there just something about him that instantly made people think his parents would want to abandon him? No one thought that before they learned about his lack of blood-family, but then they learned and instantly started to coo over him pityingly.
Maybe that was why he liked Nadine, Jackson mused thoughtfully. The red-headed quirk would sooner smack him round the head than coo at him. No, that wasn't entirely fair. His quirk would most probably hug him even though he had done nothing but tease her from the first day they had met. Which was the day they had first arrived at Hogwarts, Jackson remembered fondly. He - ridiculously insecure because, for once, he didn't have Meiko or Joshua by his side even though he had survived without them for six years - had bounded up to her, branded her a carrot because her hair had been more orange than red and then been slapped by a furious Nadine.
He loved his costume, Jackson decided.A black t-shirt under a red button-up shirt with the name-tag 'Funny Guy' pinned to it. It was simple to make, easy to get on and showed that he wasn't overjoyed to be attending the stupid ball in the first place. Which led to the question of why he was going. Unfortunately, he couldn't answer that, except that he was curious as to what his quirk would dress up as. That's it, Jackson jumped to his feet, sliding through the common room without anyone noticing him. A lot of people would probably be surprised to realise that the loud joker often slid from the common room without anyone noticing, but Jackson didn't care. When had he ever cared what other people thought of him? He hadn't cared when the other kids of the orphanage had called him weird because he could make items hover when he was particularly upset.
His hazel eyes lit up when he noticed Nadine and his lips quirked into a grin once he noticed her costume. How like her to pick something so ridiculous. Jackson slipped behind her and her companion and wrapped his arms around her waist, snickering at the look of utter confused surprise on her face. "Konbanwa, koneko-chan." Jackson grinned impishly, knowing Nadine would be infuriated because she didn't understand what he was saying. The brunette next to her looked between the two before smiling slightly and slipping away quietly; the considerate action barely noticed by Jackson but noticed nevertheless. If he ever decided to prank the fifth year girls again, he would consider leaving her out of it. "Enjoying being a boy for the evening, koneko-chan?"
((Konbanwa, koneko-chan - good evening, my dear kitten.))
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Post by Nadine Whitaker on Feb 3, 2007 18:55:09 GMT -5
"...and that is why I am always screaming at Jackson Collins; the jerk," Nadine added almost automatically, ignoring Amaia's grin. "I understand," the brunette nodded, adding mischievously, "I understand that your tone holds everything but hatred when you speak of him." "Amaia!" Nadine shrieked after a few seconds, figuring out what her new friend was trying to imply. It was an absolutely unthinkable idea. Jackson Collins was her nemesis; he drove her completely and utterly insane just be standing within five feet of her. Classes with him were her own personal experience of hell, especially during those weeks when he persisted in calling her nothing but her middle name. Even more infuriating was that she had started to react to the name, and during the last two weeks of it she hadn't even minded. What a shame she didn't know his middle name. Hmm...maybe she could look it up. Easier if he was pureblood, but it wasn't a big issue if she didn't find out.
Arms encircled her waist and a smooth voice sounded in her ear, instantly making her tense up. Jackson knew she wasn't overly happy with anyone touching her for longer than a second, and yet he still did it. Just because he knew it would annoy her. "You're such a jerk," Nadine grumbled, turning sharply and stepping from his grasp. He always invaded her personal space and, oddly enough, he was one of the two people who could without getting smacked - the other person being Taire, of course. She didn't need Amaia to tell her that she didn't hate Jackson - she knew that well enough - but she didn't consider him, or anyone else for that matter, to be a love interest. It was strange, now that she thought about it, but Jackson probably knew more about her than anyone else. Admittedly, he often used the information to torture her with his teasing, but certain things weren't told to anyone. That was most likely the only thing she liked about him. Although his teasing personality was occasionally likable.
"One day I'll find out what those words mean," Nadine informed him, shooting a betrayed glare at Amaia's back. How dare she abandon Nadine to this jerk! "Yes, Jackson," Nadine replied sarcastically, stepping closer and glaring, "I find it simply wonderful to dress up as a boy, just because my ditzy sister decided that she would attract more boys if she dressed up as a pirate and stole my original costume. And she somehow managed to talk me into letting her cut my hair and shoved this shirt at me, which just proves that she had this in mind all along!" Nadine finished exasperatedly, releasing all of her fury over her sisters manipulations. It didn't even occur to her that this was Jackson she was venting to, her all-time enemy. He was just Jackson, the guy she teased in return and even considered a friend when she was feeling generous. "What are you meant to be anyway, a liar?" Nadine grinned, forcing them back onto the level of playful jabs which they had existed in for four years.
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