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Post by Dylan Cooper on Feb 29, 2008 21:15:13 GMT -5
Smiling at himself in the mirror for perhaps the first time in months, all else was forgotten as his eyes held those of his own reflection. Content with the self-assurance that at least for tonight everything would be okay, he glanced around the empty dormitory with a bright smile that extended to his eyes and headed for the door. Descending the stairs, he wondered whether D’rorah would be waiting for him in the common room or the hallway outside of the ballroom, where the Christmas Ball was to be held. Not spotting her anywhere in the circular room of the Ravenclaws, he checked the time and noted there wasn’t long to go now until the dance would start. Seeing, in fact, not a single other person in the room, he proceeded down towards the ballroom. Travelling the halls alone, he wondered at D’rorah’s lack of appearance over the last few days. She could have been busy, of course. She was, afterall, Ravenclaw prefect, busy with her research, helping a first year learn languages (or so he was told), and probably as busy as the rest of the seventh years in preparing for her N.E.W.T’s. With the ball coming up, perhaps she had even done something drastic with her hair and felt the need to hide it until the big night. It was slightly disconcerting that he hadn’t actually seen her in days, not even a glimpse in the common room, but he was sure there was a reasonable explanation. Nearing the floor on which the ball was to be held, he checked himself over once more. His long, formal black pants were creased exactly right and hung on him comfortably. They perfectly matched the coal black jacket he adorned, the material of both smooth and well-fitting. Beneath the jacket was a silver vest with lighter grey vertical stripes running down it. Tied together with five silver bobble buttons, the bottom of which was almost casually but very purposefully undone, the vest partially concealed the bright silver tie that peeked up the top and connected to the white-collared shirt that was at the base of all other clothing currently dressing his top half. The shirt peeked out just beyond the border of his jacket and all-in-all he thought he looked quite handsome. www.thetuxstore.com/site_assets/images/tuxedos/CK%202B%20Peak%20new.jpgProceeding through to the ballroom, he looked around the small crowd already formed in an attempt to find D’rorah. His quick scan yielded nothing; he doubled his efforts and, again, couldn’t spot her. Resigning to waiting, he moved away from the entranceway and caught the gazes of a few familiar faces. Politely returning their small nods or waves, when he reached the drinks table and managed to stand awkwardly beside it for a few moments, he took a deep breath and turned on the spot, his eyes looking hopefully back toward the grand doors that marked the end of the hallway and the beginning of the ballroom.
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Tommy Bryce
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You bend and you bruise me while you try to control me
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Post by Tommy Bryce on Mar 1, 2008 9:31:06 GMT -5
Tommy had never been the most confident person, and the constant putting down by his dad over the last two years had basically reduced any self-esteem he had left to zero, but he was determined to go to this Christmas ball. He doubted he would be getting many presents from home, and everyone would be busy tomorrow, so this was the main chance he would have to enjoy himself. In his dormitory, Tommy once more glanced over the very brief note from his father he had received just before the Christmas holidays. Tommy,
Don’t worry about coming home for the holidays, I wouldn’t want to take you away from your place of education since you’ve already missed part of the year. Your brothers say merry Christmas.
DadTommy had been counting on being able to go home for the holidays to see Nick and Shane, but there was no way that he was going to attempt to disobey what was in effect a direct order from his dad not to go home. Maybe he could visit for a few days nearer to New Year? Tucking the note into the pages of an astronomy book he had borrowed from the library, he bent down and pulled out his trunk from beneath his bed, which he still had not completely unpacked. In the very bottom was the black suit he had worn for his step-mother’s funeral a couple of years ago. It had been huge on him at the time but by now it was just about a perfect fit. Of course, it still looked as though he should be at a funeral rather than a Christmas ball, but it was better than just wearing his normal clothes. Getting out his wand after changing into that, Tommy performed a very basic sticking charm that allowed him to spike his fringe up at the front, so it wouldn’t get into his eyes. He headed downstairs, all the way from the Gryffindor tower common room to the ballroom on the ground floor feeling self-conscious in his formal attire, despite the fact that many other people were dressed similarly and were heading in the same direction. Finally he entered the ballroom and let out a little sigh of relief, moving to the side to get out of the way of several older students. Now he was here he wasn’t really sure what to do. The room was beautifully decorated, he noticed as he gradually edged towards the drinks table, where another older student was already standing. Smiling shyly at the other boy, who seemed rather preoccupied and probably hadn’t even noticed him, he poured himself a drink of squash. He was hardly the most significant person on the planet; most unsignificant was more like it. He sipped at his drink, turning to see if there was anyone else he knew. He had met hardly anyone since arriving at Hogwarts – D’rorah in Ollivanders’, but that had only been for a few minutes before she rushed off – and Cavan, the astonishingly friendly boy from the library, whom he couldn’t see anywhere.
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Susan Matthews
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Post by Susan Matthews on Mar 2, 2008 20:48:26 GMT -5
She stood in front of a full-length mirror in her dormitory. Biting her lip she nervously smoothed her hands over her white flowing dress with silk black sash. Looking her to the reflection of her own eyes, she paid no attention to the other's hustle bustle as they rushed to get ready for the big night. She took a moment to rub her index finger under each eye, smoothing the foundation that concealed the remnants of the sags from lack of sleep. The dark circles and heavy eyes were disappearing ever so slowly. She checked her makeup again. She'd applied just the right amount of foundation and concealer and blush. Susan had taken the time tonight to curl her eye lashes and to apply the expensive waterproof mascara along with just enough eyeliner to make her eyes 'pop'. To her lips she applied a lipstick to shades too dark for what she should have worn. She couldn't help but smirk at her reflection, imaging her father's would-be response if he saw her now. Dismissing the imagined argument, Susan turned to her small dresser to collect her pearl earrings and necklace and commenced in placing them in her ears and around her neck. With her jewelry in place, Susan scrunched her curled hair and added more hair spray to her already stiff hair. Satisfied with the curliness of her hair, Susan turned to sit on her bed while she tied up her shoes. She had chosen crystal clear heels with black ribbons that twisted around her ankles. Finished, Susan looked in the mirror once more. She found nothing more to improve on, and began the journey across the busy dormitory to the stairs to take her to the common room. She skillfully dodged the other rushing fifth years in curlers and wet nail polish until she was safely leaving the common room with butterflies in her stomach. s114.photobucket.com/albums/n253/caseyroo3/?action=view¤t=dresss.jpgAs she reached the final floor of the castle, Susan found her feet were already aching from the two-inch heels. She ignored the ache in her soles, though. The price of beauty is pain, right? She approached the ballroom, with her head held high, expecting nothing, but hoping for so much more. At first Susan let her eyes go unfocused at the overwhelming sight of it all. The music was loud, and the decorations were fabulous. Susan smiled and was proud of the house elves that had most certainly had a hand in decorating the large room. Realizing that she was still in the way of the door, Susan quickly looked for someone, anyone she recognized to meet. She spotted Dylan by the punch bowl. Susan let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and did her best to casually walk over to where he was standing.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Mar 2, 2008 21:59:49 GMT -5
His eyes still quite busily scanning the steady flow of students now entering the ballroom, he passed over many people he knew from class, or recognised the face of, but none of them were the one he sought. He’d spoken with Cavan the day before and he’d mentioned not seeing D’rorah for a while, but he hadn’t thought too much about it at the time. He was still sure that, for once, perhaps she had abandoned her usual habits in favour of making this a fantastic night for the both of them, and at this hope a smile sparked onto his features.
It was a little surprise, therefore, due to his current preoccupation with finding his girlfriend in amongst the streams now surging through the doors, that he noticed a small, shy smile directed toward him. Not recognising the boy at all, he noticed the drink in his hands and found himself too nervous to be thirsty. As the obviously younger boy turned to inspect the room, he walked to stand beside him and smiled, turning his head toward the boy while simultaneously keeping an eye on the doors. “Hey,” he said, the smile still evident on his features. “Waiting for anyone in particular?” he questioned in a happy tone, eager for D’rorah to get there.
With a deep breath he reached into his jacket pocket and, exhaling and smiling, he gazed down at the small item in his hand, a gift for Dee whenever she chose to arrive. Before he could too closely examine it, he saw a flurry of white and clenched his fist, his eyes raising to see who had adorned such a dress. Finding his best friend, his smile broadened and he waved to her; in a dignified way, of course. As she neared, he noted the height of her shoes and carefully hugged her. “You look great!” he exclaimed cheerily, eyeing her dress and shoes. Not wanting to exclude the young boy beside him, he smiled once more at him, almost inviting him into the conversation.
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Susan Matthews
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Post by Susan Matthews on Mar 3, 2008 16:11:29 GMT -5
The dignified wave sent her way was returned by her own wave, similar save slightly more enthusiastic. As Susan reached the vicinity of her friend, she was more than happy to return the hug offered by Dylan. As she returned to her usual standing, she teetered ever so slightly, and couldn't help but curse the heels. She had no doubt that later on they would most likely be removed from her feet. For now she thanked Dylan on the compliment and decided she'd wear them a bit longer.
"You look great, too!" Susan returned, admiring the silver vest and tie that contrasted well with the stark black of the rest of his ensemble. Susan followed Dylan's gaze to the young boy beside them. So caught up in the arrival, Susan hadn't noticed the small boy who was a part of their gathering as well. Had Susan noticed him outside of school, she would have probably labeled the boy as eight or so years old. By seeing here, at Hogwarts, it was definite that he was at least eleven years of age.
Susan felt the urge to bend over as she spoke to him, for she towered over the young boy; including her heels, Susan was now measured at five feet and ten inches. She resisted the urge, as she had no intention of coming off insulting to the boy. "Hey there," she smiled warmly. Hoping to strike up a bright conversation she added the question to the both of them, "Any big plans for tonight?" Of course she assumed Dylan was waiting for D'rorah, and she was genuinely interested in what sort of response the young boy would supply.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Mar 4, 2008 4:14:02 GMT -5
Finding his hug returned, his smile brightened and he looked hopefully over her shoulder, thinking maybe he had missed D’rorah entering. Finding that, no, he hadn’t missed her, he returned his attention to Susan and Tommy. Noticing that she was unsteady, he automatically reached out a hand to try and steady her, but the action was largely inconsequential and he withdrew his arm back to his side when he saw that she was alright. If he’d been asked to walk in heels that size, let alone any height, he most certainly wouldn’t have made it down the dormitory stairs and into the common room. He might have been considered lucky, in fact, to make it from his bed all the way to the door; he was furthest from the door, afterall.
Receiving his own compliment in return, something that was usually exchanged even between the faintest of acquaintances, he felt his mood brighten considerably to know that Susan actually truly meant it. A charming smile adorning his features, he swallowed slightly nervously and looked around hopefully once more, the small item still clasped in his hand. His smile sparking briefly, it faded back to its normal tone of brilliance. There wasn’t any particular reason for that small uplifting of his smile; merely that he was becoming so overwhelmed with excitement for the night to come that he had to express it somehow.
As Susan spoke briefly with Tommy, his eyes returned to finding, this time, anyone who might know where D’rorah was or if she was taking this long for a particular reason. Anyone streaming through the door at this point wouldn’t be considered late, but Dee of all people was usually first anywhere; to classes, anyway. Perhaps she was still getting ready. Dylan could never quite understand how some people spent so much time on hair and make-up.
As he heard Susan’s question toward him, his eyes flicked back to her excitedly and he held his heart within them. “The biggest,” he said happily, his hand clenching on the item within his hand once more. “Why do women take so long getting ready?” he questioned nervously, tense from all the excitement. Giving off a small laugh, albeit not a nervous one by any means, he elaborated as much as he dared to his best friend. “I’ve got a surprise for D’rorah,” he said in a slightly quieter voice, not particularly wanting to be overheard by anyone other than the two Gryffindors. “What about you two?” he enquired happily, purposefully including Tommy into the question if he wanted to reply.
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Post by narcisse on Mar 7, 2008 20:09:45 GMT -5
Women were not the only one of the genders that took awhile to get ready. Though most men were able to get ready within about twenty moments, there was some of a higher call that were very meticulous about the way they looked. Narcisse was no exception from the latter, for the past two generations of Eraclea have allotted much into beauty, creating the vain Delphine, and her equally vain son Narcisse. The boy had spent an hour already, looking for the perfect set of robes to wear to the ball. There were some that he liked to save for more special occasions…but then again, why wasn’t glamour meant to be worn? He had, then, finally decided on what to wear, and upon taking his bath and drying he had put it on. It was quite the process without house-elves to help him. Of course, that was only because that was what he was used to. It was not a terribly complex suit, but he found it annoying that he had to do it himself.
Now however, he sat fixing up the last of his light blonde hair. It was done up with some of the fine hair care products that he brought with him to Hogwarts. His hair was put back in a fine fashion, worthy of his blood status and wealth. Those cool grey eyes looked back at him in the mirror, as he checked his complexion. It was fair as usual, though there was hardly any true blemish upon his skin. Though just for safe measure he put a very thin, almost invisible layer of the cosmetics his mother had sent him. It was only to enhance his appearance and beauty, which he loved; it seemed to give it a certain, lovely candlelight glow. It was called ‘L’amour Veela’. It was something knew from one of his mother’s favored lines. And from what he could see in the mirror it worked masterfully well.
Looking at himself one last time as he stood, he took in a breath. At first he had considered not going at all, for he had no one to really go with. Of course, in the end he had come to the conclusion that it would look worse if he did not show up. Being as vain as he was, he thought people would notice, and might suspect that he had simply had no one to go with. He had not really spoken to his sister, Nina, so he did not know if she was attending. The girl annoyed him when she was around other people, for she simply persisted in her pursuit of fleeing from her name. Though he pushed the thought out of his head as he exited to the commons.
Hardly anyone was around the common room on this night, only a few who had decided not to go because they were dateless. He wondered why the Sorting Hat would place so many undesirables into Slytherin. Again, however, he pushed the thought from his mind as he made his ascent to the foyer. He could hear the light music from where he stood now, and he stopped just before his interest. He made sure he was standing erect and that his gait was full of that noble grace that he could achieve. With a final breath he entered.
The light of the ball poured upon him as he entered the room, causing the threads of his dress robes to gleam just slightly. He had chosen a masterful suit. It had been a style that had been prominent among muggles in the middle ages and even in the renaissance and revolutionary periods of France. It was a flowing robe of beautiful silver and purple brocade. The swirls were masterfully woven within one another, nothing that a muggle could have achieved. And as the lights struck the silver it seemed to gleam, making the purple look even more royally deep. On the ends of each sleeve there was even a cuff of beautiful and luxurious silver French lace. Beneath the robe he wore a matching shirt of silver, and pants of black, with nice silver-buckled shoes.
He seemed to glow somewhat as he walked, those grey eyes surveying the room. He recognized a few people: Dylan and Susan. But then there were others he had not even met yet. It was no matter though; he had made a handful of friends in Slytherin. He didn’t need such a wide circle of friends yet, he was good enough to pick whom he wanted and all the others: Trash.
With a gracefully haughty air he made his way over to where Dylan and the others stood. He thought of the boy briefly…was he the one that Narcisse had so carelessly passed in Ollivanders? He did not really care, but nevertheless it was best to socialize instead of being a wall flower. He did not hear Dylan’s question, obviously, so he decided to make himself known if they had not already gotten a chance to look upon his magnificence.
“Good evening.”
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Mar 7, 2008 20:59:24 GMT -5
Cavan had had his outfit picked out for the ball for days, he’d been looking forward to the multi-colored combinations of blue, green, and yellow. This morning he’d received a package from his mom and a note begging him to wear the gift. It was an ebony black wool tuxedo with a vest, narrow tie and solid pocket square in a light green color his mother called clover. He pulled his hair back into a neat aristocratic pony tail once the tuxedo was on and then slipping into relatively comfortable matching ebony black loafers. Once he was dressed to impress, he made his way carefully down to the ball room to see who was actually attending the event. He was pleasantly surprised to see both Tommy and Mr. Cooper standing near the punch table with two others that he’d yet to meet. With that ever present smile on his face, he made his way over to them, looking almost nothing like his normal eccentric self. He absently wondered if he would see D’rorah or Aimee tonight, as they were really the only girls he’d actually spoken to this year as of yet. He found it rather funny that the only girls he knew were several years older than him. But he supposed that was bound to happen as he was one of a very few first years this year. www.aftersix.com/brands/product.aspx?id=848LS&var=aa3c0605-7f4f-4549-ad06-0cf6228ef8be –the suit www.aftersix.com/brands/product.aspx?id=804NXTS – the clover vest www.shoebuy.com/florsheim-como-ornament/5701/5701 - loafers
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Tommy Bryce
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Post by Tommy Bryce on Mar 9, 2008 9:38:21 GMT -5
Tommy was shocked to say the least when the older boy actually noticed him standing there, and even spoke to him.
“Hey, waiting for anyone in particular?”
He shook his head mutely in reply, intimidated by the size of the Ravenclaw. Of course, most people if not all in Hogwarts were intimidating in terms of size, so that was really no surprise. Even Cavan was almost half a foot taller, and he certainly hadn’t met anyone shorter yet. He stepped back nervously as another student approached, in a white dress and even taller than the boy in her heeled shoes. Dylan smiled at him once again and Tommy tried to wipe the hesitant expression from his face. Yet another person who was being friendly for the sake of being friendly, it seemed. It was strange; he’d never come across so many people who were so welcoming, and he still didn’t really understand it.
The girl was also from Gryffindor – at least, he thought he’d seen her in the common room before – but as both of the older, taller students turned their attention to him he shrank away internally, and externally as well to a certain extent.
"Hey there. Any big plans for tonight?"
He shook his head nervously, tucking his hands into the pockets of his dark trousers to prevent them shaking too much. Dylan did speak up to his relief though, hopefully meaning that Susan would turn her attention back to the Ravenclaw rather than at him.
“The biggest. Why do women take so long getting ready? I’ve got a surprise for D’rorah. What about you two?”
Tommy remembered D’rorah as the student who’d given him his wand, and the same person who was helping Cavan with his languages. Before long, however, he realised that Dylan’s question had also been aimed at him, and thought he should probably speak up.
“Not really,” he said in a quiet voice, “I only just got to Hogwarts and don’t know many people,” he admitted, withdrawing a hand to tug slightly at the black tie that was suddenly feeling too tight, loosening it.
”Good evening.”
So preoccupied with actually speaking out loud to Dylan and Susan, Tommy hadn’t noticed the Slytherin approach and started at the new voice sounding behind him. He turned quickly, not liking the idea of having his back to the newcomer, and took in the carefully dressed boy whom he had seen in Ollivander’s.
“Hello,” he said in an equally quiet voice to when he had last spoken. Not wanting to say any more in this quickly growing gathering, Tommy glanced across the room and smiled when he saw Cavan approaching. The Hufflepuff was not wearing anything like the eccentric assortment of garments he had been when they had met in the library, but once again there was that cheery smile.
“Hi Cavan,” he smiled, feeling a little more relaxed in the presence of the other 1st year who had displayed such friendliness the other day. The only question was – would he be as friendly today? Or had that just been a temporary feeling?
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Susan Matthews
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Post by Susan Matthews on Mar 10, 2008 19:03:49 GMT -5
Susan let her eyes dance back and forth between the two boys as she waited for a response from either. When Dylan spoke up, she couldn't help but smile. It thrilled her to hear that he did, in fact, have big plans. Susan's heart fluttered in excitement at the thought of what might happen tonight. Any "big plans" in her opinion just had to be exciting. She looked to the other young boy with them, but he remained silent as Dylan made the inquiry, most likely to Susan, on women and their behavior when it comes to getting ready.
Susan herself, had begun the preparation process just before noon, when she began curling her hair and painting her nails. As any decent girl had mostly likely done, Susan had set aside the entire day to getting ready. When she thought about it, there wasn't much boys could do to get ready other than put their clothes on and comb their hair, both of which could not take more than ten minutes. She considered voicing her opinion that getting ready was most certainly half the fun, but by the time she'd come to the conclusion, Dylan had already moved on.
Her original question was redirected and now bounced back at bother her and the other Gyrffindor. After hearing the young boy's response, she sadly had to agree that she did not have any such plans, save not for the same reasons. Susan had been so preoccupied with getting ready, that it hadn't exactly occurred to her what she might do once she'd arrived at the ball. Her stomach fluttered again, this time of her own account, at the thought of another person out on the dance floor, with whom she might associate with.
Susan was distracted as Narcisse included himself in their group. She was suddenly saved from the embarrassment of acknowledging the ultimate fact that she had come to the ball alone, and that she had no further plans after that of arriving. "Hello, Narcisse," Susan smiled, welcoming the Slytherin into their circle. She could have commented on how amazing his clothing choice for tonight was, but Susan had a feeling he already knew. Instead she reached across to the punch table, and poured herself a glass of the fizzy concoction to sip on.
Finding her place again in their group, she stood next to Dylan. Looking around, she found another had joined the circle. Susan smiled at the new boy, but did not outright say anything to him. Instead, she sipped quietly on her punch, enjoying the sugar rush. Susan faced Dylan again and returned to their original subject, "When do you expect D'rorah to arrive?" Susan asked as she gave a quick survey of the room and did not recognize the tall blonde woman for whom Dylan was waiting.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Mar 13, 2008 4:01:53 GMT -5
In response to Tommy’s reply, one corner of his own mouth tweaked in a kind of understanding smile. He’d not had any friends in his first year, either, and he sympathised with the young Gryffindor. Momentarily distracted from the boy, he noticed the smarmy Slytherin he’d encountered in the library making his way over and debated over whether or not he really approved of the boy’s inclusion into their little group. He didn’t seem to be any harm though, however arrogant he might be, and tonight was a night for celebration.
Wondering if his own meticulous preparation made him appear quite as extravagant and over-the-top, he set aside the brief doubts and, his eyes searching behind the boy he knew to be Narcisse, didn’t spot the blonde head of hair that he was so desperately seeking. Instead, he spotted the first year Hufflepuff whom he had talked to properly for the first time only a few days ago. Remembering their conversation and, while it had not been the topic, the mentioning of D’rorah being noticeably absent from her general haunts, his smile started to fade slightly.
Returning Narcisse’s small greeting, he remained largely focused on Cavan as the small boy approached the group. At the smile on his face, his own growing tension eased up slightly and his smile flickered back into life with his hopes for the remainder of the night. A large proportion of the school had now filtered in increasingly large groups into the ballroom and the dancefloor was just about full; there were also a noticeably large amount of students hovering nearby and around the drinks table, and a few of the more adventurous ones that had started with a blast had wandered outside to gain some fresh air and rest their feet.
His eyes moving once more to Susan as she sipped away at her recently acquired drink, now standing directly beside him, he smiled at her, not knowing if she even saw it, and returned his mind to the noticeably absent Ravenclaw prefect. His attention caught once more for the moment, his eyes flicked to his best friend and, with a slightly less confident smile, he gave a small laugh and only his eyes really gave away his growing anxiety. “I don’t know… I haven’t actually seen her in a while…” he said in his usual quiet tone, no longer the buoyant volume he had offered when Susan had arrived.
Turning back to Cavan, he offered a small greeting and moved directly to the point. “Have you seen D’rorah?” he questioned, largely meaning tonight but also opening it to include the last few days. If he was correct in his understanding, no-one he knew had mentioned speaking or being with her since the young Hufflepuff had seen her about three days ago. Looking back to Susan, he inquired to her as well, quietly. “Have you seen her lately?” he asked, echoing the thought to the rest of the group and twiddling the object in his hand nervously, his neck still craning at random intervals to try and spot her.
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Mar 14, 2008 13:38:03 GMT -5
Cavan took in several details about the room as he walked toward the snack and punch table, the decorations were beautiful, the dance floor was crowded and people all around with laughing, smiling, and enjoying themselves. Everyone was dressed in their best clothes, most of them looking a little uncomfortable in such formal clothing. The group he was headed for seemed a little more somber, but at the same time more excited.
Tommy looked a little uncomfortable and shorter than he had at their first meeting. He wondered if the tense look was at all caused by the fact that his suit was more somber itself than festive. He was glad to see a smile appear on the shy boy's face when he was noticed and so he waved to him.
Susan looked extra tall in her white gown with it's black sash and heels. She seemed to be excited just for sake of being excited and he couldn't help smiling more brightly as he agreed to himself that he was feeling the same.
Mr. Cooper, who'd he only recently spoken to for the first time even seemed excited. He had a feeling he knew the main reason for it and hoped that D'rorah would appear from her hiding to attend and make them all feel foolish for worrying about her. He had been able to deal with her disappearance by just studying three times as hard as before, napping between classes, studying through the nights. He had a feeling Mr. Cooper was not doing well, especially considering what he'd experienced. Seeing his smile falter as he approached, he could almost read the older boy's mind and countered it with a brighter smile of his own as he finally arrived beside them.
He didn't know or recognize the other boy that stood there, his clothes were impeccable and Cavan knew immediately, that like himself, this boy's mother had dressed him and had taught him how to dress himself. He admired the way his hair seemed to be perfectly in place and how clear and sharp his features seemed to be, like looking at a picture taken with a muggle digital camera.
He blushed unconciously as he greeted them all. One can only wonder if it was because he felt himself sadly lacking in comparision to the rest of them, or if it were something else. His blush actually intensified as he seemed to realize he was doing it, but he continued to smile to all of them.
"Hi Tommy, Mr. Cooper, Susan..." he nodded to each of them in turn, nodding last to Narcisse, as he didn't know the boy's name. His smile shrank slightly at Mr. Cooper's question and he shook his head, "I haven't... sorry..." Feeling bad that he still hadn't seen any sign of D'rorah, he wanted to quickly stop thinking about it, it was bad enough he knew he couldn't truly relax, he didn't want to think about her right now. He could worry more when the ball was over.
"Everyone looks really swell tonight, I wish we could have balls more often." he commented to the other four with a grin, still blushing slightly of no control of his own.
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Post by Mami Tien on Mar 14, 2008 19:50:53 GMT -5
Mami had barely been in school a week when the Christmas Ball had been announced, luckily her wardrobe was prepared for anything. She'd spent an entire Saturday going through her clothes for the perfect outfit. Once she'd found it, she took the rest of the day to experiment with her hair to decide how to wear it with the outfit. Now, the night of the ball, she stood in front of her mirror triple checking her appearance to make sure she looked like she'd spent all day on herself. In truth, she'd spent most of the day in her shower turned steam-room, her hair, nails, make-up, and dressing had taken her an hour max.
Her hair was done in loose ringlets that cascaded down her back like a black, silky waterfall ending several inches below her waist. Around her neck she wore a silver and pearl Liliana necklace, the pearls a violet color called highland that offset her gown. The gown was of the spaghetti-strap persuasion in a burgundy color with a black flowered mesh over the top. The dress wrapped tightly around, weaving in two opposite directions from the waist down to knee level where it then flared out in a mermaid style stopping a mere inch above the floor. Her feet were seated in clear and silver vinyl Lolita 1 1/4" heels bedecked with rhinestones along the straps.
Confident that she looked perfect, she made her way from her dorm on the fourth floor, down the corridors to the great hall. Upon reaching her destination, she paused just inside the door to take in the view. She really didn't know anyone in the school yet, mostly just her teachers and a few students she'd met while shopping for her supplies. Deciding that one of those students would be best in trying to further an acquaintance, she was glad to spot the boy who had sold her her wand. Gracefully she made her way across the room in the direction of Dylan and those in the group with him.
She took note of each student, assessing them before she stopped beside Narcisse and spoke in soft tones a greeting with her slight Japanese accent, "Good evening." She was trying to use English more often, though it would have been so much easier to just speak it brokenly and continue on with mostly with her native language. Again she looked them over, thinking they had all done a fine job dressing as well, though her eyes found themselves admiring the job Narcisse had done a little longer than the others.
(Her outfit) Vinyl with Rhinestones. 4 1/4" Heel. (think smaller heel) www.rissyroos.com/catalog/index.php?item=867&catid=Prom%20Shoes
Tiffany style 6644 in Burgundy/Black www.rissyroos.com/catalog/index.php?item=1447&catid=Tiffany%20Designs
Liliana Highland Colored Pearl Necklace with Silver Finish www.annabellagio.com/product/015771.shtml[/size]
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Tommy Bryce
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[red]1st Year Gryffindor[/red]
You bend and you bruise me while you try to control me
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Post by Tommy Bryce on Mar 15, 2008 13:55:32 GMT -5
Tommy watched the older students curiously as they interacted. Obviously they were very good friends and knew each other well. He was considering leaving them, or at least edging away from where he probably wasn’t wanted, when Narcisse approached.
"When do you expect D'rorah to arrive?"
Remembering the tall woman from Ollivander’s, he looked about to see if he himself could recognise her. Becoming distracted by all the other nicely dressed students standing in groups or dancing to the music, he noticed that there really were very few first years. He could see a couple of shorter students, although still taller than him of course, but other than that most were much older. Remembering the drink of squash, he picked it up from where he’d placed it on the table a few minutes ago and sipped at it slowly.
Cavan’s wave and acknowledgement of him surprised him – so he hadn’t been forgotten. It was strange... usually he was overlooked or ignored, but since he had come to Hogwarts people were noticing him; not looking straight through him.
"Hi Tommy, Mr. Cooper, Susan... I haven't... sorry..."
Apparently he wasn’t the only one uncomfortable in the presence of the older students, as Cavan was blushing slightly for whatever reason. He’d seemed so confident in the confines of the library, but now he was acting similarly to Tommy... except he wasn’t terrified to speak up, apparently.
"Everyone looks really swell tonight, I wish we could have balls more often."
“How often do we have them anyway at Hogwarts?” Tommy asked, aiming his question at Cavan. If he tried to speak while taking in the entire group then he would probably falter and get very self conscious. It was much easier to just focus on the other first year rather than the other, much taller students. Their party just seemed to keep growing, and sure enough a few seconds after he’d spoken yet another person arrived – a girl this time, wearing a pretty burgundy dress.
"Good evening."
Tommy sent another one of his small smiles in her direction as he brought the cup to his lips and finished the drink, placing it softly on the table behind him and folding his arms together nervously. He didn’t like being in such a big group of people, but he supposed that, living at Hogwarts, he would have to get used to it.
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Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
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Post by Susan Matthews on Mar 16, 2008 19:36:57 GMT -5
Susan sipped on her punch, expecting a rational answer from Dylan. Perhaps D'rorah was due in a quarter, or half hour. She was deeply surprised to hear him ask Cavan if he'd seen D'rorah. Puzzled for a moment, Susan found her glass empty and placed it on the table from which she'd received it. She looked quizzically to Cavan, curious to what his response would be. As the response was negative, Dylan then turned to Susan, asking repeating the question.
Susan was sad to admit that she didn't converse with D'rorah more often. Although they were certainly acquaintances and on amiable terms, Susan could not recall seeing her within the past week. "I think it must have been in lessons last week," Susan replied to Dylan. She frowned, wishing she had better news to give. She followed Dylan's gaze to the entrance, and as he continued to, she as well did not spot D'rorah.
She returned her gaze to Dylan, "I'm sure she'll be here soon," she offered optimistically. A fidgeting motion of Dylan's hand caught her eye, and Susan's mind drifted to D'rorah. Susan didn't take D'rorah to be one of lateness. Susan wished, for Dylan's sake that D'rorah would arrive soon. She could feel his anxiety growing, and she hated to see him fidgeting so.
Susan looked up in time to see yet another person join their huddle. While some were more actively participating in conversation than others, Susan still began to feel a little crowded. She stepped back a little, making room for the newcomer. She smiled gently at the new girl, but did not say anything.
Fully affected by the sugar in the punch, she'd just finished, Susan was energized. The Weird Sisters switched over songs, and a new reverberation of up-beat music was eluded. Like magnets, the incoming students had been attracted to the punch table, and Susan felt the need to escape the clump. "Anybody feel like dancing?" she asked the group collectively, looking everyone in turn, and sending lastly, a hopeful look toward Dylan. She doubted he would, but it would definitely help pass the time until D'rorah arrived. If she arrived . . .
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