Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
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Post by Susan Matthews on Nov 11, 2007 10:34:33 GMT -5
The ballroom had been decorated of Halloween to the extent that wasn’t tacky. A feeling of compliment went out toward the teachers and house elves that had arranged this affair. It looked like hours upon hours had gone into the planning of this event. A Masquerade Ball was something that literally took hours to prepare for.
Four hours ago, Susan had begun the tedious process of getting ready. Back home, it would have been a big “thing”, getting ready. Most girls Susan knew spent more time getting ready for a dance, than actually at the dance. Susan wasn’t ready to break this habit. It had taken a good hour to get her long dark hair to curl just the way she liked it. She ended up starting from scratch twice, but it was worth it. The way the mahogany curls tumbled across her shoulders and down her back was gorgeous.
After hair came make up. She knew she didn’t have to do much. It was a Masque party after all. Susan did take extra time perfecting the liner around her eyes. She made sure to carefully apply the bright red lipstick she’d stolen from her mom a few years back. Tonight her lips would be the most prominent part of her face, considering the rest would be hidden from view the majority of the night.
With makeup finished, Susan carefully slipped into her dress. Susan was very proud of her dress. She knew for a fact that it would be one-of-a-kind. It was certain that no one else had gone shopping for vintage dresses in the states for this event. (Not that Susan had either, but coming across it a few years ago she couldn’t help but buy it, not knowing when it would come in handy.) The gown glistened in the light and swished when she walked. A brilliant yellow, but not obnoxiously so reached all the way to the floor. The dress puffed out with the help of a complimentary petticoat-type slip, worn underneath. The seam attaching the skirt to the bodice was at her natural hips, shortening the length of her legs and elongating her torso that gave of an aura of elegance. The bodice came up to be strapless and smooth at the top. Susan appreciated the many summer days she’d spent out side and in the sun this summer. Her natural tan was perfect for the yellow of her gown.
After her dress was in order, Susan slipped on her black heels. The stylish shoes were hidden from view with the length of her dress and gave an extra two inches to her height. Susan knew that she didn’t exactly need the height, but wore them anyway. It was all a part of the feel you got when wearing a pretty dress—you had to wear pretty shoes too, regardless to if anyone would be seeing them or not.
Thinking of nothing else that could be done in preparation for this Halloween Masque, a few moments earlier, Susan carefully placed the golden mask upon her face. It did not take the shape of any particular animal or object, but it was very ornate. Golden swirls accented her pale blue eyes and brought out the red on her lips. The gold strap keeping the mask tied to her face was tied in a bow gently on top of the back of her hair.
Susan blinked through her mask at the empty ball room. She had at least expected a few first years to be milling about. She had half a heart to leave, but the other half kept her walking proudly forward on to the open dance floor where the orchestra music was being projected.
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Post by quin on Nov 11, 2007 12:35:49 GMT -5
Averted to everything girly, remotely make-upy, or fashion related, Quin looked sulkily at a green and blue bag, hanging from the post of her bed. Anything frilly, pink, or make-up related was basicly saying one was a wuss, prissy, and snobby. Not that any of it was true, but it was how she was raised, first in an orphanage, then out in the street by a gang of boys. As tom-girlish as she could be, she positively loathed the idea of getting dressed up, to go to a dance.
Sighing, she stood up and stretched. Quin didn't have to go to the dance, but looking at the sack, she realized many tricks would be missed, and if she wanted not to stand out, she had to dress up. Dig digging in her trunk, she yanked out a pair dark, bottle blue pants, and slipped them on. They weren't tight, rather baggy, but looked like silk, and trimmed with ink green. Then, she pulled out a white shirt, thin and long sleeved, and a matching dark blue silk vest, trimmed with ink green. Shrugging them on, she looked in the mirror. It wasn't extremely elegant, or fashionable, if anything she looked like a boy, being tall and having shortly cropped hair. She brushed her hair, till it was smooth, which took a grand total of 30 seconds.
Snatching the bag, she checked in side, counting under her breath. One..two..three...three..blue rod..20 pink tablets.. Grinning wickedly, she zipped it up, content she had all she needed. Quickly, she took out a pot of ink and a quill out of her school bag, and traced paw like prints on each hand. After putting on a mask, complete with raccoon ears and mask, she gentle picked up a sleeping Heno, his hair combed silky, and placed him on a leather pad on her shoulder. He yawned sleepily, and hooked his claws in the hard leather. After putting on a pair of rather muddy sneakers, she dashed out of the room with Heno and her bag, and ran to the ballroom.
She wasn't excited about dancing, but rather getting their early, so she could set up the tricks. Unfortunately, she saw Susan was already there, remembering her from the Foyer, and Quin quietly slipped to the side, clutching a small yellow container, filled with extra slippery, self rubbing, wax, and making a b-line to the punch. Drat..one witness.. She thought, and then lifted Heno from her shoulder. Still holding the wax, she tied a green color around his neck, fashioned with blue and gold bells that tinkled loudly. Hiding a smirk, she pointed to Susan, whispering one word, "Distract.".
Little claws clicking, bells tinkling cutely, he flowed across the room, circling and rubbing against Susans leg, trying to get her attention. Quin had used the Heno factor, him being a cute animal that not many people saw in their life, to distract folks when she had something..big, to pull.
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Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
Posts: 505
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Post by Susan Matthews on Nov 11, 2007 12:55:24 GMT -5
An out of place tinkling caught Susan's attention as it clashed with the beautiful orchestra music that flowed through the large empty ball room. Susan looked around quickly looking for the source of the small bells. In her haste, she over looked the tall girl lurking by the doors. She gasped as something furry crawled under her dress and rubbed up against her legs.
She let out a little squeal and jumped back, lifting up her bunchy skirt and searching for the culprit. As she lifted her skirt her eyes fell on a small pine martin with a lovely little green ribbon tied around it's neck. A small bell could be seen dangling from the collar. "Heno?" Susan addressed the retched furry animal, recognizing him immediately.
"Quin!" she called loudly as she spun around searching for the tall trouble-maker she'd first met in the foyer. Her eyes grazed over the refreshment table and the rest of the dance floor. Her eyes fell on a student dressed in ornate blue and green silky pants and vest. With the mask of a raccoon, Susan had no doubt in her mind, she'd found Quin. With a weary glance at Heno, Susan strode straight over to Quin. A small bag was visible in her hands.
"Quin! Don't you dare even think about messing this night up!" Susan shook her finger at the fourth year, fully aware of how her voice had temporarily drowned out the violin solo. Susan wasn't sure if Quin had recognized her before, but not that she had shown her reaction to Heno, it was quite obvious to who exactly she was.
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Post by quin on Nov 11, 2007 13:21:14 GMT -5
Quin looked over her shoulder, realizing Susan was not distracted by the cute martin under her feet, motioned with her hands, not using her voice. Seeing the signals, Heno wrapped himself around her feet, making it hard to move, and dug his claws into her black shoes. She was almmost upon Quin when she darted under the table, sliding on the silky knees of her pants with hidden glee. Now hidden, she crawls/slid under the table until she reached the spot where she suspected the punch to be.
"Quin! Don't you dare even think about messing this night up!"
Quin did a mock wince, pretending to yell like Susan was, though she was hidden and out of sight. Peeking out, she placed the wax in her bag and drew out three pink tablets, shaped like pills. CRawling out, she looked around, searching for Susan, and bounced to her feet, though she crouched over, so her tall frame wasn't so obvious. Glancing at the table, then at the door, then at Susan, she noted that she had misjudged, and was a grand total of three tables from the punch. Quietly, she hunched over, sneaking to the punch.
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Post by jacques on Nov 11, 2007 14:13:04 GMT -5
Jacques sighed loudly, rubbing his spikey blue hair woefully. It stayed the same, regardless of the many showers, brushing, dunking in lake, and gel he had used. Last time I forget to read an unknown rod.. He thought, digging in his trunk. If it hadn't been for telling Caitlin he would go, he would have stayed in his room..in the dark..with his stupid looking blue hair. Taking out a set of golden red, slightly battered pants, he put them on. Inlaid on them her silver tigers, very ornate in a simple, traditional sort of way. They fit him well, though they happened to be a tad short, and were baggy. He then took out a red vest, but the tiger this time was on the back, and had golden stripes in the silver. A single paw stretched on his muscular chest, the colors were striking against his dark brown skin.
Of course, the blue hair clashed horribely, and was bound to make people stare, much to his distaste, though it was quite comical. Muttering darkly under his breath, he fastened on his silver tiger pendant, now visable above the vest, and placed a mask over his face. His whisker like scars to visable, the only other part of his features were his golden eyes, which didn't look out of place in the tiger mask.
After slipping on a pair of dark brown sandels, he walked out of the Dorm, hoping that students had already arrived. Searching for Caitlin, he felt a flicker of worry when he saw that she wasn't their, only two other girls? One was definately a girl, abut the other was crouching down, and looked like a boy. Paticular.. He thought, before focusing on the other girl intently. He thought he knew her, and, for some reason, she was striding to the other girl..but it looked odd, like something was wrapped around her legs.
Quietly, with all the grace of a jungle cat, he walked over to her, and reconized Susan, someone in his house, and the girl who had jumped in the lake with him. He grinned, happy that he at least new someone, until he remember his hair. A horrified expression flashed on his face, before it reverted to his calm, now slightly grinning, expression. Only his gaze was mornfull, and he slipped behind Susan. "Hujambo Susan..uh..having trouble?" He said, smiling faintly.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Nov 11, 2007 17:54:31 GMT -5
He just finished packing his ornate Masquerade costume in a duffelbag. He had an hour before the festivities would commence, and he desired to change in private, away from his mates in Ravenclaw Tower. He reached onto the old four poster bed and got hold of the strap. He slung it over his shoulder and made his way for the door, exiting Ravenclaw territory and venturing out into the castle in search of a secure spot to make his transformation. He wandered down the corridors with a vivid image in his mind. He needed to keep that image strong and prominent in his mind, as he was planning something special. He didn't buy a mask with his costume, instead he was planning on creating it. He stalked off down a corridor that was pretty much as dead as the latin language and slumped down next to a tall suit of armor. He scanned the ceilings for the overhanging tapestries and pointed his wand at them saying a simple charm for adding length, or stretching. The tapestries at both ends elongated themselves elegantly until they reached the floor, so as to obscure him from sight. To top it off he pointed his wand at either end, muttering the incantation " Duro", causing the tapestries to become as hard as stone, preventing anyone from just casting them aside, discovering Alessandro. He began to pull out his costume after disrobing to his knickers. First came the two toned tights one leg black, the other a deep crimson. In sequence, he pulled on a pair of puffy shorts that ended just above his knees. It made him look like he was smuggling two large boulders where his thighs should have been. The shorts were made of a silken material, they were completely black with largely spaced, thick, red pinstripes. He slipped his feet into some golden, pointy, curved toe slippers. It for some reason reminded him of elf shoes. Once his bottoms were on right, he threw on a white, light, frilly shirt, pulling the string ties at his elbows tight and into a bow, causing a segmented effect. He pulled out the intricately adorned vest, again red and black themed, however, one side of the vest was crimson with black stripes, and the other, retained a typical diamond pattern like most jesters wore back in the days of renaissance. He stood there in full glory of his carefully selected costume. It may be a little much, but at least he was making a statement. Several of the portraits were snickering at him from behind as he turned to face them. "What exactly is so funny?" He asked arching an eyebrow. He put his gloved hands on his hips as he smiled at the portraits behind him as he knew very well that they were laughing at him. If he were to just stroll down the aisles of Diagon Alley, no doubt he would get odd looks and some nervous laughter. But for tonight, he was fitting, as it was a Masquerade themed ball, he felt that this was very appropriate. He had seen a picture of a venetian mask that went with the costume, but he felt it was way too childish and happy. He needed something of a darker nature, so he modified the image a bit on paper, and held that image in his mind, on the back burner for when he was prepared. He reached down into his bag, withdrawing a four pronged jester hat, red and crimson, the tips ornamented with small golden bells that tinkled softly. He placed the hat on his head, and cocked it to the side with a gentle tintinnabulation of the bells. "Now for the piece de resistance..." He said turning to smirk at the portraits behind him as they watched on with interest. He withdrew his 10 and three quarters, dark stained Sycamore, demiguise hair-core, with a faint spiral etching along the shaft, out from his duffel. He turned to face the portaits and held his wand out in front of him, pointing straight up into the air. He closed his eyes, reviving the image of the harlequin jesters mask he had modified in his memory. As soon as he had the image in the front of his brain, he opened his eyes and projected that image onto his vision. Slowly, a small change began to occur to his wand. It elongated several more inches so that it became to be about 13 and three quarters inches. Then, near the top, it sprouted a horizontal sheath, forming two holes for eyes. The sheath began to expand and contour itself to the definition of Alessandro's face as he held it in close as it began to transfigure. It wrapped around his face perfectly, the top of the mask beginning to shoot off four spikes, twisting and wrapping, one completely straight. Whence he felt his mask was complete he halted the transfiguration and held his wand/mask in front of him to admire his work. "Perfection." He murmured as he couldn't have done any better than what he had. He set down his mask and pulled out a black cloak with white fur trimmings, like a royal cape, and attatched the fastenings to the shoulders of his vest. He was finally ready. Picking up his wand/mask, he pushed the duffel behind the suit of armor for later pickup. He waved his wand down the length of the corridor muttering the finite incantatem charm, causing the tapestries to return to normal as they unveiled the secret he had been hiding. He placed his mask to his face and regally made his way toward the stairwell leading to the first floor, the bells on his costume jingling majestically.
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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 Nov 11, 2007 18:48:15 GMT -5
Susan was distracted once more when another student entered the ballroom. Susan looked toward the open doors to see a tall boy in a tiger mask. Susan fumbled with her mouth for a moment as she failed to identify the new arrival. It was the greeting that gave him away.
"Hujambo Susan..uh..having trouble?"
Jacques, Susan's memory revealed. As he made his way toward her, Susan could now make out his golden eyes. It was his bright blue hair that had thrown her off. She was slightly disappointed. That was two people so far that had recognized her. As a part of the Masque, Susan was hoping to remain an unnamed princess of sorts.
"How did you know it was me?" she turned away from Quin and looked to Jacques. She desperately tried to kick off Heno, who had dug his claws into her new shoes. With an extra hard shake, Susan sent Heno flying across the room in the direction where Quin had disappeared.
"Your hair . . ." Susan said carefully as she returned her gaze to Jacques again. She reached out a hand and touched one of the spikes. It remained stiff and she giggled profusely.
The orchestra stopped briefly for a change in songs. Susan looked up as she heard another jingling sound. This one was different than Heno's jingle and came from the corridor outside. Susan wondered for a moment who it was before returning her attention to Jacques.
"Do you want to dance?" Susan asked spontaneously as the music started up again. It was true that Susan had never really danced to this kind of music before at this kind of place. She had though, seen a lot of movies and was eager to test out her trivia knowledge when it came to ballroom dancing.
(ooc: let's move out of the Entrance forum)
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Post by quin on Nov 11, 2007 19:01:55 GMT -5
((Quin has moved on to, "Want Some Punch?" but you guys can start your own in dancing!))
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Nov 11, 2007 20:49:09 GMT -5
She had to admit looking forward to this night had been one of the things she had kept in mind to pull her through her grueling days of training. A chance to relax and just pretend that every thing was fine. That there wasn’t an epic battle raging about around them. It was a chance to be a teenage girl no strings attached. She had set the entire day aside to worry about her time that evening. With an offer from Alessandro to be her escort for the night she felt that she could not resist the chance to spend an entire evening with only him to worry about. No danger, no troubles, just carefree fun. She had chosen to sleep in today, as all of her plans centered on the ball. Sleeping till almost noon, she then woke up and gathered her things. Everything she would need was already her book bag, and ready to go. Armed with her supplies she headed to the only place she knew she wouldn’t have to worry about interruptions from annoying people. The prefects bathroom. A hot bath, relaxing in the bubbles, and then she would be ready. Taking her time she wrapped the towel around her body and set to her hair. She needed it to be perfect. It had grown quite a bit since her arrival at the school. It now was long enough to be swept up and in to headpiece that would match her mask. It kept her hair off her shoulders and allowed her the freedom of movement. The headpiece was silver wire, with Blue crystals dangling. It sat across her forehead, and wrapped back in to her hair. Once her hair had been curled and pulled back in to the clip she paused for a moment before moving onward with her makeup. Make- up was half of the whole piece, with out it a mask was just a face covering. The right makeup could either make or break the mask. She started with a base foundation; it smoothed her complexion, and readied her for the rest. She shimmered silver across her eye lids, wrapping around and coming to a point just next to her temples. The silver continued across, and down her nose, and to the other eye. It brightened her entire face, and set the base for the mask. After the first layer she moved on to a darker shade of silver, to brush around the lower part of her lids, which she mixed with a bit of white, and several shades of blues to create a light and smoky effect that dispersed in to the silver base. Moving onward she added some mascara, just a touch to make her eyes pop more, curling her lashes she gazed on to the whole effect with pleasure. Just one final touch was needed. Lipstick. She had chosen this particular color, and type for several reason. Firstly it was not a lip stick, but a stain, once applied to her lips it would hold its color with out wearing off, or transferring to napkins, cups, or anything else her lips might come in contact with. Secondly, the color was called blood berry, for a reason. As she applied it to her lips she smiled. They would truly be one of the things that you were drawn to through out the night. With her hair and make up done she slipped in to her under garments, and pulled away the towel. She had been looking forward to wearing this dress since she first laid eyes upon it. She mused on the thought as she stepped in to it. Her grandmother had given it to her when she had seen her momentarily before training. It was for her 16th birthday. Her grandmother had always doted upon Keaira. It was just something she loved doing. It seemed that being some ones namesake was a big thing. Her best gifts came from her grandmother. As she pulled the dress up she thought of her locket. It would not go as well with her outfit as the other necklace she planned on wearing. So as she slipped her arms through her sleeves she went and undid the clasp of the locket and allowed it to fall into her hands. Retrieving her wand she cast a spell her grandmother had taught her, and the corset lacings of the dress started to tighten themselves up, lacing the dress better that Keaira could have possibly managed on her own. The midnight blue color of the dress wasn’t what she would have chosen for herself, but it still looked good on her none the less. The sleeves fell from her shoulders, wrapping around her arm, in a twisting fashion. And the skirt flowed about from her knees down. The velvet fabric of the dress caught just a small amount of light as she moved, commanding the attention of those around her. Yes it was a beautiful dress, and she carried it perfectly. With her height of 5’10” she saw no need to wear high heels. As it was she already stood 3 inches taller than Alessandro, there was no need to make that height difference more pronounced. So Keaira opted for a small one inch heel, open towed shoe. It would give her the effect of dazzling dancing shoes with out the unnecessary height problems. They were very simple black shoes with a small strand of beading crossing over her toes. As she gazed in to the mirror she noted a few final things were needed before she could make her entrance. As she felt her lacings reaching her mid back she pulled her wand out once more, and levitated two rubber hair bands behind her back and had them threaded through the lacings. Concentrating on the bands she pictured a set of beautiful wings, blue, and bug like. Her mind focused on the image as the rubber bands grew, and transformed themselves in to blue pixie wings. As she examined them in the mirror she smiled. Things were working out great. She pulled out a small choker from her bag. A silver chain that wrapped around her neck three times held a small dangling sapphire, cut in to the shape starburst. She carefully placed it around her neck, and then donned her matching starburst dangling earrings. She looked at the locked that she normally kept around her neck and sighed. She could leave it, sighing she picked it up, and wrapped it around her left wrist, securing it so that it would not dangle about, and be in danger of breaking. She was dressed, her hair done up, and held with some good hair serum. Her face done to perfection. Her eyes dazzled and shined as the light reflected off the silver makeup. She picked up a small bottle off the table and dusted her shoulders, and bust line with a small touch of scented shimmer. The perfume was light and airy, capturing the fragrance of lilacs on a cool spring day. With that final touch she gingerly picked the metal mask up from the counter. As she pulled it towards her face the satin ties wrapped themselves around behind her ears, and securely held themselves together. The wonders of magic, it sure made life easier. The metal frame was cold against her face, but it fit her comfortably, hugging her features like no run of the mill mask could ever accomplish. The blue crystals sparkled and danced about her face casting a glow around her. It was beautiful the way her silver and blue make up captured the features of the mask and complimented her skin tones. With a final look in the mirror she realized she was a ready as she was going to be. With that she grabbed her wand and muttered a quick spell that would allow her ‘wings’ to flutter about gently, to give the illusion that they were real. She threw her lip stain in her bag along with a few choice items, and her wand, before she piled everything else in to her book bag and stored it under the sink. Pulling a blue sheer fan from her purse she started on her way to the ball room. As she started down the final flight of stairs she drew the fan out, and flipped it open. Smiling behind it as she searched the small crowd that had gathered for Alessandro. ((I told you I was going for prefection... ))
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Nov 11, 2007 22:41:38 GMT -5
Alessandro made haste toward the ballroom. It was getting rather late, he didn't plan on taking so long to get ready, but searching for a prime location to change in privacy, the intricacy of his costume to get on, and transfiguring his wand into a mask, took much more time than expected. He broke into a quick walk, just under a jog, as he had a rather heavy cape attached to his shoulders. He glanced out of one of the windows in passing and noticed that the sun had settled nicely behind the tops of the trees of the Forbidden Forest, casting an orangey-pink glow across the sky, fading into a light blue, then navy. Night was coming quickly.
He came upon the ballroom doors with a shallow breath. He pushed them open revealing a beautifully decorated space for merriment and frivolity. Tonight was a night that was purely for the enjoyment of the students. No studies, No defensive magic or jinxes, no homework, no potions, only enjoyment.
He stood at the top of the stairs of the main entrance, scanning the floor for Keaira. He had asked her to go with him almost at last minute, as it took him a couple days to figure out exactly how to ask her, the proper phrasing, and having enough courage. Finally his gaze rested upon the most beautiful pixie he had even seen, standing at the bottom of the staircase. Her tall and slender figure was wrapped in blue, a rather elegant corset dress with what appeared to be serrated sleeves showing glimpses of her silky skin down her arms. She was crowned with silver wire, with a matching intricate mask, turning her into a princess in his eyes. Keaira's intricate spell work that she had cast to maintain her glorious appearance, had done more than secure her mask, or give her beautiful fluttering Pixie wings; It had taken him hostage.
He swept he cape around him, raising his mask to his face and slowly made his way down the stairs until he crept up right behind her as she anxiously fluttered her fan about her. The song Good Enough, by Evanescence began to play loudly in his head, a beautiful piano intro accompanied by the cello, and then the mournful and beautiful voice of muggle songstress Amy Lee echoed in his mind.
He leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "Why hello, Princess..." He greeted her softly from behind his mask.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Nov 12, 2007 11:42:00 GMT -5
Looking around at the people gathered she mentally went through the task of trying to see who every one was. There was a slight sense of anger as she watched a student she knew to be from Slytherin become body binded, and then removed from the ball room. Surely this girl had just lost them point with what ever it was she had recently done. Make it quite positive that Slytherin was now at -50 with Ravenclaw close by at -45. At this rate the only house that would be able to win would be Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. It put a slight damper on her spirits as she waited for Alessandro to come and find her.
As she stood at the stairs she resisted the temptation to reach out with her mind and locate him, as she thought that it might be more fun to simple look beautiful and wait for his arrival. Keaira quietly thought about next spring when her parents would host their annual Masquerade ball. It would be splendid if she was allowed to invite a few of her own friends to this year’s festivities; after all she was 16 now. Her parents would surely allow her some freedoms, especially if she brought home some one who could play the part well. Keaira had grown up with the mystique of a masked ball since she was just a baby. Her parents decorating the gardens, and then dressing her and her sister up. It was a memory she would always be happy she had.
Patiently she glanced about looking for the jester that she had agreed could escort her around tonight. After all if was a ball having some one to dance with, and to walk around together was all part of the fun. Her wigs fluttered gently, and the breeze from her fan made a few strands of hair blow across her face as she looked about.
[glow=red,2,300]"Why hello, Princess..."[/glow]
The words were gently whispered in to her ear, causing a smile to creep across her face. His voice was a velvety as her dress, clinging to her ears and lighting up her eyes. She glanced at him through the masks. His eyes had a sparkle to them that she rarely saw. The dazzling grey, with the small inner touch of green, they just had a bit of a mystique to them this evening. She gently closed her fan, and allowed it to loosely hang from her wrist by a thin strap.
“Good evening my kind sir, how has this fair day treated you?” She spoke softly and refined, a trait that she rarely put to good use, as she returned his whispered greetings. A slight blush warmed its was in to her icy silver features, giving her ace a bit of a glow. Keaira wondered how Alessandro was going to progress after his greeting, would he offer his arm, or would he simply show her the way with a sweeping motion, and beckon her to lead onward? Her mind swam with the possibilities that the night may hold, as she smiled and awaited his reply.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Nov 12, 2007 12:13:35 GMT -5
Caitlin slowly unpacked the dress she had recently bought for this occasion, berating herself yet again. It transpired that she had indeed forgotten to pack her favourite sari, a present from her friends when she left India, and had owled her parents to request its postage. However, when she received it in the post it turned out it had been ripped in transit. It would take far too long to mend it, so instead her cousin, a muggle who'd had her end-of-exams dinner dance in the summer, had sent her the dress she had worn, as they were of similar size. It had only arrived that morning and this was the first chance Caity had had to reveal it. Admittedly, it was gorgeous - a deep blue, satin dress that reached her ankles, embellished with beads. As she slipped into it, she was almost content that she had been unable to wear her sari. At her tiny height of 5 foot 3, she needed all the help she could get, and was very happy to put on the two and a half inch heeled silver stilettoes she had found, although she did have doubts about being able to walk, let alone dance in them. Finally, she put on the gold elephant mask she had found the other day when shopping with Jacques. img162.imageshack.us/img162/2176/dressbluewv4.jpgHaving done all her make up, jewelry and hair previously polished off, Caitlin concluded that she was finally ready, although probably a bit late for the start of the dance. Walking briskly out of the dormitory and onto the ballroom, she was very glad to find that it wasn't too hard to walk in the shoes she had picked out. She passed a couple at the bottom of the stairs, one of whom she thought she recognised as Alessandro, but wasn't entirely sure. Besides, he seemed very preoccupied with the girl he was talking to, so she didn't stop to chat. Entering the ballroom she also noticed Quin being dragged out by one of the professors. She looked around warily, but couldn't see any results of the Slytherin's meddling. Instead she saw Jacques, in his tiger mask and evidently still with blue hair, dancing with a girl she recognised but couldn't put a name to. As nice as all these masks were, it sure made it difficult to work out who was who. Other than those she'd already seen, there didn't appear to be many other people in the ballroom. I needn't have worried about being late, she thought to herself wryly. Moving to one side, she waited to see who else would arrive or for Jacques and his dancing partner to finish.
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Post by jacques on Nov 12, 2007 12:38:44 GMT -5
Jacques looked around again, still dancing akwardly with Susan. Even if he was graceful, lets just say dancing was not one of his strong points, and he spent half his time making sure he didn't step on someone's foot, or knock them over, or do one of a countless amount of things. Someone knew had entered he ball, wearing a dress..and an elephant mask! Feeling happy that Caitlin had arrived,(he reconized the mask from shopping) he waved at her, beconning her over to the pair. Maybe we can dance ah.. He thought for a moment, trying to remember the name of a certain dance. As a result he misplaced a foot, and almost feel flat on his face before hoisting pushing himself up with one arm, swayed dangerously, and stood up straight. Ah..reel? He thought, before deciding that not concentrating ended in falling.
"Hey Caitlin!" He called warmly, grinning sheepishly at his fall. His hair, still dyed bright, neon blue, was like an alarm for all those who knew him and it.
Privately, he thought Caitlin looked very pretty in the dark blue dress, though he wouldn't say it, or would put it simply, like, 'looks nice.' Looking back at her again, he wondered if she was wearing the sari, it didn't look like one. Hoping she would come over, he said quietly, "Uh, hold on Susan.." And he gently broke away, motioning for Caitlin to come over.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Nov 12, 2007 22:45:12 GMT -5
His eyes darted to the right as he noticed the disturbance by the punch bowl, the French kid from his Ancient Runes class was over there as well as a minor Slytherin nuisance, which was being handled by Professor Choi. He smirked as he watched her magicked away by some means of an ancient spell. His gaze drifted back to Keaira as she responded.
"My day has been well, Fair Maiden, but could not compare to the grace of beauty that stands before me..." He trailed off, sweeping her hand up into his own black gloved palm, bringing it up towards his face as he bowed his head at the same time, bringing his exposed lips to touch her skin softly, planting a delicate kiss upon her hand. Alessandro was quite the charmer. It also helped when he had the right ambience to egg him on. He felt strongly in character, his emotions amplified by the Rennaissance form of courtship.
He then offered her his arm as he brought himself to stand next to her. She was still slightly taller than him, but not by much to his relief. Thank goodness he foresaw the height difference and added a little bit more sole to his curled-toe, Jester footwear.
"Shall we?" He asked flashing her a sparkling smile as his entire jaw area was exposed while his mask was up.
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Kerridon Paradox
Ravenclaw
[blue]6th Year Ravenclaw[/blue]
One loss locked me in the heart of misery... but you had the key to set me free
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Post by Kerridon Paradox on Nov 13, 2007 11:33:30 GMT -5
Kerridon leant against the wall behind him with casual grace and watched as Sebastien led D'rorah away to dance. His eyes flickered around to see who else was around. A couple were standing near the entrance whom he had originally thought he did not know, but the mental signature seemed familiar. With a jolt he realised it was the boy from Ancient Runes who had mentioned Elemental Magic, and he was accompanied by the girl who had sat next to him. Perhaps she was the one who had reinforced his shield. What an opportunity!
This time, he quickly planned, the boy wouldn't get a warning by way of his gentle probing to check for a shield. They surely wouldn't recognise him in this mask and outfit, having only seen his back in the classroom. If they did speak to him he could easily disguise his voice with an accent; Cockney or Liverpudlian, with their great amounts of slang, would never relate to him and his perfectionist speaking habits. In preperation for the probable firey barrier, he tucked his hands behind his back in an attempt to hide any sudden jerks or movements.
Gathering his legilimency skills, he shoved all the force he could muster to tr and get into the boy's mind. If this was indeed the elemental master of fire, and the girl another, unknown lightfighter, then he needed to find out.
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