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Jan 7 2018, 04:59 AM   LINK Quote
The Snowflake Ball

The occasional shiver of a ghost passing you makes you wish you had not left your winter coat at the entrance. The scents of the delicious-looking snacks are distracting enough, although they tend to mingle with the fleeting smell of extinguished candles ever so often. Everywhere there is noise: the whispers and giggles, the mutters and loud calls; you might feel like you are in a church, as old mansions carry that resembling echo.

You find yourself at loss where to look first, as candle light reflects from glasses filled with punch, and the chandeliers dip everything in a golden light. You try not to stare at the obvious nervous shifting of students unable to make up their mind whether to ask their crush for a dance or not, but guess something like that is almost unavoidable at dances like these. Others seem to be burdened with the more puzzling decision of which snack to taste first.

You even consider to dance yourself. Everything seemed to be a picture-perfect scene from a book or even a painting: elegant dresses and swift movements, and less skilful dancers trying to refresh their knowledge on the edge of the dancefloor while the more judgemental guests just sit back and watch.

Yet experience has taught you that every event somehow related to Hogwarts can quickly take a few wrong turns, and of course it doesn't take long before some of the ball guests start to act weird, and not only because a ghost has walked right through them. You try not to mind too much. Ignorance is bliss after all. But what is that? All of the sudden, you too feel that something isn't exactly the way it should be.


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Jan 8 2018, 03:00 AM   LINK Quote
Cassius, I need a favor. That was how it started.

No, that wasn't true.

It had started when Baz had began this ridiculous affair with Vanna Woodbane, disregarding Reina's feelings on the matter. She could go on and on about how she hated the Woodbane girl, wasn't particularly fond of the prolific family as a whole really, but she wouldn't. She would try to steer her mind clear of such things and try to enjoy an evening with her fiance.

I need a favor...

Her left hand tightened briefly in the crook of his right elbow, an instinctual reaction to all of the thoughts roiling around in her head, her right hand coming up to join it. To anyone else, Reina and Cassius may have looked like a happy couple, but both of the seventh years knew better. Terms had been discussed, the relationship was transparent; while this was primarily an act of pettiness on her part, if it ended up working out for them, then they had a wonderful business deal on the table. If not, well... It wasn't as if the Gryffindor was in love with her and proposed of his own hopeless volition.

The event space was... pretty. Rey had been to her fair share of balls, galas, and similar events since she was a small child, still considered too precocious to be taken seriously, so this was all old hat. What wasn't, however, was the air of something otherworldly, like a curse. Growing up in the family shop, she knew all about those, and the vague feeling of dread at the pit of her stomach was the same caution that she felt when she was at home. Something wasn't right here -it was Hogwarts, after all- and so she planned to stay as on her toes as she possibly could. The ghosts milling about seemed a bit... cheerful for her liking, and there was something about this that she didn't quite trust.

"Perfect venue for such an announcement, don't you think?" she asked her companion. The serpent wasn't sure that she would call him a friend so much as a business associate, really. Though neither had ascended to their respective positions, they would one day, and she intended on keeping their relations amiable until that point. It would be foolish to think of him as a friend, especially as she had just been so cruelly reminded that considering young Mr. Borgin a friend wasn't incredibly intelligent either. "Thank you," Reina added, much softer than her first statement. When they'd shook on what they were currently doing, she had neglected to thank him for his help; better late than never, yes?

Students milled about, teachers and villagers as well, and a stuttering feeling in her chest made her nearly refrain from looking about. Almost imperceptibly, she straightened a little, as if someone had took a wind up key and tightened her spine. "Where to first? Snacks, punch, or dancing?" The words were accompanied with a smile, genuine. They were putting on a show with this whole announcing their engagement thing, after all. And, for those wondering, Reina didn't dislike Cassius, or his company, in the slightest.

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Still reeling from her fight with @Baz Borgin, Reina is attending with @Cassius Carver, her new fiance. The location skeeves her out a little bit despite how pretty it is, so she plans on paying attention to her surroundings while at least feigning a good time with Cass.
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Jan 8 2018, 04:08 AM   LINK Quote
A favour.

That was how he ran his life, and how he ran his business. There were very few people in his life that he would do things for without asking for a favour in return and that was usually his sister, Seraphina. So when one of his oldest acquaintances had come to him and asked for a favour, a business deal in the form of an engagement, Cassius had many reasons as to why he took it up. A lot he played close to his chest, but as much as he was a playboy and seemed like he didn't notice things, Cassius could sense that Reina was shaken. It was the tiny things with the Slytherin, but it was there.

Although she wasn't a friend in the sense that she knew everything there was to know about him, she was still someone he wanted to keep on amiable terms with. Even if they didn't end up keeping to this engagement, the opportunities that came with them knowing each other in this way was beneficial to both their futures. Many would call him cold and calculating but he just saw business for what it was - a means to an end. And what a spectacular end that would be if he had his say.

The place looked spectacular. His view on the mansion was biased, but it didn't matter as he was proud of what his sister had accomplished. Seraphina had come to him many times, stress visible in her face, just so she could vent on how busy she had been lately as she produced one of the best events of the year. There were little signs here and there that he knew were due to her ideas and he was more than happy to help her out by coming and attending her ball. Even if he was potentially going to cause a stir by announcing his pending engagement in such a public place.

The mask he held permanently over his face when out and about was back in full swing as he smiled down to his companion, so lovely and beautiful on his arm. "It definitely looks picture perfect and highly romantic for such an announcement. The papers will have a ball of a time when they hear about this," Cassius winked at Reina, the pun not lost on him. As they walked through a bit more, he heard her soft voice thank him and his eyes drifted down to his companion. Even though the whole thing was a façade, he could tell she really meant it. Softening his face a little, a genuine smile slipped through. "You're very welcome." If they were somehow good enough to stay together and actually get married, then he could see himself admiring his companion and her strength and demeanour.

Looking around trying to see if he could spot his sister, Cassius realised that she would show up soon either way. He didn't want her to miss this announcement. "How about we start with some drinks first, then I take you on our first dance as an engaged couple before announcing it later on? How did you want to do it? Announce it to a few people or stop the whole room to make an announcement?" Whilst the latter would definitely make the society pages, he was a bit hesitant as to doing that without forewarning some very important people in his life. Yet at the same time, it was probably for the best if he kept them at arms length. The life he was headed towards would be dangerous and he wanted to keep those he cared about out of harms way as much as possible.

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Cassius is proud of his sister who helped organised the event and reminisces about the pending announcement of his engagement to @Reina Burke.

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Jan 8 2018, 04:28 AM   LINK Quote



Vivian Luxford was dateless, partnerless, and groupless, a drifter between couples and friends like a ship lost at sea, but remained undeterred by her solitude in a crowded room. She danced as if she had turned down every boy in the school to attend the Snowflake Ball by herself -- breathless, laughing, and wearing an expression that dripped with glee. In her current state, one would have a better chance at catching the wind in a bottle than the witch for a moment for she had been far too swept up in the moment, both mentally and physically.

If reality lived up to the girl's expectations, she, to some degree, resembled the ladies in the beautiful gowns her sister wrote about in plays; and if it was nothing at all like her imagination, and perhaps she was just a crazy, dreamy child, then at least she was having a wonderful time. Everything about the moment just seemed... right. The Hufflepuff knew that this was one of those nights she would remember forever, the kind she would tell her children and her grandchildren about when they worried about hating Hogwarts. "It's so beautiful!" she sighed, tilting her head back and staring at the intricate chandeliers that hung overhead. Above her, the candles flickered in and out against tiny decorative crystals, scattering golden light everywhere.

Was there a drop of judgment in the ocean of the girl's endless thoughts, she might have thought better than to close her eyes and take it all in: the chill of ghosts and winter pricking goosebumps into her skin, the hushed whisper and laughter of her fellow students around her, and the smell of tasty food mingling with a thousand girls' perfumes. This would be exactly the type of thing she'd like to star in if she had ever been given the chance to become an actress. Though, she supposed she should be happy. Well, I am happy! she pointedly reminded herself, noticing how her cheeks ached from smiling all night long. Why should she dream about acting a certain role when she played the role of ballroom dancer in real life? Satisfied with these thoughts, the girl finally opened her eyes, just in time to see that she was going to collide into someone.

"Eep. Oh my gosh!" The Hufflepuff stared wide-eyed at the other person, horrified. "Are you okay? I'm so, so sorry! I have this terrible habit of just sort of dreaming and well--" Vivian winced, enough guilt in her face that she was convinced she had just committed murder instead of toe-stepping. "Are you okay?" she asked again.

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Vivian is by herself and dancing happily! But she is also really not paying attention and bumps into someone (anyone really!) on accident.

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Jan 8 2018, 06:09 AM   LINK Quote
Fierce was how she felt as she walked through the mansion in which they, the prefects of the Winter term, had painstakingly organised for weeks now.

It had been a surprise to find out that she had been chosen Prefect, considering she never bothered all too hard with her studies and she certainly didn't care about any staff members save for a few. Yet it had been a source of pride and stress for the past few weeks, as she realised it fell on their shoulders to organise the event. It had been a welcome distraction from the mess of her life, one that she had been no closer to working out how to fit into her life than before. So she ignored the troubles that came in the form of a certain Russian boy, and had focused in creating an event worthy of talk for the years to come.

Although the festival had been a rounding success, save for some very chaotic moments when curses somehow started appearing all around the place, the Slytherin was determined to make sure the night had no hiccups. The ghosts of the mansion they had contacted a while back seemed happy to oblige their requests of using the place for one night. The outfit she had planned had been something she spent every spare moment she had creating. After labouring over her Halloween outfit, there was a enjoyed planning more events like this and creating outfits so divine that the world knew of her name.

Staring down at the bracelet she had worn permanently since Christmas, it was a reminder that her future was not of her own making anymore. Her fiancé, who she hadn't laid eyes on or spoken to since the time he told her they were engaged had sent her a gorgeous bracelet and in return Cassius had sent him a magical video of her drunkenly singing. It was horrifying and thus had spent every moment avoiding him if she could help it. It wasn't too hard, for her days had been filled with planning and her nights busy tailoring a dress to make her feel like a Queen.

It wasn't difficult to ascertain what Grisha had been up to however, as her sources told her he wasn't being very subtle about hooking up with other girls - and muggleborns at that. She was fine if he was off frolicking with Merlin knew who, but she felt a twinge of humiliation at how he was doing it so publicly. The least he could do was keep it behind closed doors so that it didn't seem like she couldn't keep him in check. There was a good chance she was going to run into him tonight, but as she was one of the organisers of the event, Seraphina felt like she could use it as an excuse to avoid him. It didn't help that there was a sense of anxiety to her mood, as Cassius had sent her a cryptic Owl earlier that day citing he had an important announcement. When it was phrased like that, chaos usually ensued.

Sighing, she realised it would not do to dwell in the corner she had been loitering around and decided to wander around the great ballroom waiting for the guest to arrive.

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Fina is proud of what the prefects has done and reminisces about her fiancé @Grigoriy Drozdov and starts to wander the ballroom, making sure things go smoothly.

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It was no secret, Novalie was used to big grand events. After years of walking the red carpet at various venues, she was used to walking into crowds of people. She rather enjoyed it. The paparazzi, the lights, the people.. she couldn't get enough of it. Since arriving at Hogwarts, those days had severely dropped in number, and Nova was growing quite anxious. Her first few years, she missed a lot of school to preform, but lately, she had been more focused on finishing out her last two years as a 'teenager'. Sure, she knew that she wanted to continue to dance professionally, once she graduated from Hogwarts, but she knew that nothing was going to stop her. It wouldn't kill her to spend more time at Hogwarts, and spend less time with her coach, Ingrid, traveling the globe. Even though she had agreed to preform in the Nutcracker over the holiday break, in London, she decided to only preform for a few nights, and to come back to the castle early. Thankfully, she did, and she didn't miss the Snowflake Ball. She was ready to show Hogwarts what she had.

Calling in a few favors, namely her make-up artist and stylist from when she traveled on the road, Nova wanted to make sure she looked just perfect for the Snowflake Ball. She had never been to a ball previously, seemingly missing the ones in previous years. She had always declined, or had something planned already that required her full attention. This year would be different. This year she would at least attempt to be as normal as possible. Picking out a beautiful, tight fitting white dressing, she allowed her stylist to do the rest. Within a matter of hours, she was ready to head down to the ball and face her classmates and peers. Hopefully, she hadn't overdone it. Not that she thought she did. As far as Nova was concerned, she looked fabulous, and assumed that her classmates would look equally as dolled up as she did.

Walking into the event, she let out a quick gasp, stunned at the beauty of the scene in front of her. Her eyes danced around the room, unsure of where to look first. She found herself wandering into the crowd, and onto the dance floor, unaware, due to her traveling eyes. She wasn't watching where she was going, clearly, as she ran into another student, and almost completely knocked her over, as well as fell on the floor. Coming to attention, and realizing that she had nearly killed the girl in front of her, she let out a quick chuckle. "Dreaming? You weren't dreaming? Unless you sleep and dance. I never knew that was possible.." In typical Nova fashion, she didn't understand the use of the word 'dreaming' in the context for which the Hufflepuff was using it. As a ballet dancer by trade, she couldn't comprehend the idea that someone could dance and sleep. She suddenly wondered if she had ever done this, and made a mental note to ask Henrique, her older brother, whenever she saw him next. She recognized the girl, but they had never formally met. She extended a hand for the stranger to grab, and smiled proudly. "Not a bother! My name is Novalie Martensson! Pleasure to meet you!" She nodded her head as a sign of respect. Quite formal of her, but sweet none the less.

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Nova has arrived! She walks blindly into the room and bumps into @Vivian Luxford on the dance floor! She doesn't understand her hip lingo and makes a ridiculous comment, and then introduces herself because she has yet to meet her!

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Jan 8 2018, 10:46 AM   LINK Quote
He had not gone out properly since his wife had died.

Not in a way of not having left his house since she died, because that was close to impossible. Hermelin was still responsible enough to go through his tasks and duties that mainly revolved around Hogsmeade’s graveyard, and it happened to include spending large amounts of time outside of his house. But this was something different, leaving him with the thought that he should not even be here, because people had died and he should not amuse himself. Was he really amused? He was currently pressing both his arms against his chest because his pet possum had continuously yelled at him until he had decided to smuggle it into the ball underneath his coat. The details of this part had clearly not been figured out, because he was now burdened with trying to think of what to do with the beast in his coat once he needed to take said coat off. For the moment, he was just following the trails in the snow, the excited laughing and hollering of students filling the air already as he arrived.

Maybe it would do him some good to spend time in other people’s company for once, not only with the few students that came to chat with him and his two pets. In front of the old mansion, he moved Heidi the possum from his coat into his jacket, relieved that the creature was not quite as giant as it could have been. Now handing his coat and scarf over was no longer an issue and he could enter the event with all its glory. It looked a lot like a scene from the picture fairytale books that had littered the Grimm household, as they needed to stay true to their name in one way or another. And they had done so, of course, knowing most of these tales by heart. He felt like Sleeping Beauty after waking from her slumber, and in a way, it was just like that - he had stayed away from everything remotely fun and social for too long, as it had all felt tasteless; much like stale coffee that had been standing on the kitchen counter for too long.

Marveling at the setup for a while, Hermelin moved forward. There were few familiar faces, and even ghosts littered the venue as if they truly belonged here. Did ghosts still have places where they belonged? It was a question that turned out to be far too philosophical, so he did not want to deal with it right now. In a safe distance to the entry, the mortician allowed Heidi out of his blazer again, hoping that the stupid thing was not going to start screeching again as it had done ever since he had tried to leave the house for the first time. It was a miracle that his cat had not come along as well. Mr Grimm and his zoo - not exactly a reputation he was aiming for. With the possum in his arms, Hermelin was swaying absently to the music that played and invited people to dance, moving towards the snacks that had been put up for the guests.

By now he could genuinely admit that he had missed all of that, even though he had not been aware of it all until now. A small smile was shaping on his lips as he reached for a glass of punch, lifting it to his lips to take a careful sip, his grip around Heidi tightening immediately because the beast was a danger when in close proximity to food.

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Looking at all the decadence and décor had Lyra wondering if she hadn’t dressed too plainly for the intricate design of the ball. Her dress was not long and elegant, or even remotely white as she had seen other girls wear. There were no tight places hugging to her curved but it did reveal the slope of her freckled shoulder, the elegance and length of her neck decorated with a simple choker and a star. The Gryffindor had not inclination to mirror any goddess or deity, to constrict herself in a way that she wouldn’t be able to have fun later. She wanted to have the opportunity to kick of her shoes when she was tired and not worry that their heels would stab someone because she’d left them discarded somewhere on the dance floor. She wanted the absence of her wild, white hair in her face; forcing her to paw it away when sweat beaded her skin. She wanted to feel pretty without being overly radiant and eclipsing the wonder before her. Mostly, Lyra was a simple person with simple needs. The intricacies lay beneath her skin, tucked deeply in her mind and in her words.

The witch’s neck craned and her slate blue eyes searched for some of her friends, her lips were lilted upwards in a smile at the dancers and the drinkers. The couples were arm in hand or already glued together, but she did not mind that she had come alone; there was freedom in not having to entertain someone for the evening. If Billy had decided to come with his crush then she was happy to say hello and flit away, it was not like Lyra to be angry about being left out. It was not like Lyra to care if they had come as a group and had each one disperse. People were like snowflakes, they fell in easily and then scattered once they touched the ground. She was perfectly content with dancing through the air until she found her a resting place of her own.

Wandering eyes eventually found Nova right as she was bumped into by another girl, the two pausing to speak. Her friend looked elegant – and still too thin – in her simple white dress. She was graceful because she was a dancer, there would be plenty of eyes on the Slytherin’s own Swan Princess tonight. With hands tucking behind her back, fingers laced, the young witch wandered along the perimeter. Ghosts brushed against her skin and her fingers unlaced only to reach out and run through the ghost’s own incorporeal figures. Goosebumps scattered about her skin, laughter bubbling from her grinning mouth. The tip of her braid bounced against her shoulder and her eyes found the table of goodies just as her body did. Sweets were always hard to resist and she picked up a powdery little tart, biting into it happily. Lyra needed energy for all that dancing she’d be doing after all.
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Jan 8 2018, 01:23 PM   LINK Quote
Athelstan Lancelot Munn’s excitement for stiff and fancy balls was not exactly what one would call overboarding, but there was also always the desperate desire to somehow stand out from a crowd of hundred just by looking insanely snazzy. That was his exact plan, even upon arriving at the old manor they had been invited to for a winter ball. Therefore all coats or other warming measures had been dropped in exchange for warming spells instead, his suit with the silver vest underneath smoothed down and his bow-tie fixed neatly as he walked over the snow-covered path, dark eyes widening curiously. He assumed that Archibald was going to be here, too, and that later tonight he would be given the chance to bother him some - in the most loving way possible, of course. Never would he deliberately anger his brother, taking his cigarettes out of the pocket of his blazer and lighting one with the tip of his wand, charm muttered around the nicotine stick between his lips.

Who knew with how much drama he would be confronted once inside, so it was always better to take a smoke ahead before there were no chances to escape any more. And he doubted that whoever owned this mansion would allow them to smoke, as most students were not even old enough to do so - not that anyone had ever bother. The invitation, as far as he recalled, had also included the ghosts and Hogwarts staffers, as well as the inhabitants of Hogwarts. At least it would not be teenage angst only, which was something Stan could appreciate. He sighed a little, blowing smoke into the air that mingled with the puffs of his breath that kept shaping from the blistering cold around him. Once the cigarette was burned down, he dropped the cigarette into the snow and extinguished it with the heel of his shoe before he entered the mansion.

For someone born into the Munn family, there was not much that could still make his jaw drop. They were often invited to prestigious celebrations and often forced to attend, as no dirt could come upon the name of course. How much could really happen at a school-based event? When looking back at past events, a whole lot could go wrong - one only had to remember the damn boggarts in the Halloween night. At least he was not dressed up as a Kelpie this time, although Athelstan liked to think he was just as dangerous still. Elegant fingers ran through his messy hair, pushed back from newly shaved sides today as he walked inside and merely glanced at the chandeliers and the candles, the lights that got reflected from the shiny material of the glasses.

He was not looking for familiar faces as he walked through the crowd straight towards the buffet, almost walking right through one of the ghosts that were floating around. Ghosts were no surprise to him either and he helped himself to some punch, glancing over his shoulder once more. If his cousins turned up - except Aisley - there would be a whole lot of broken glass if he was going to predict the future vaguely in that moment. A soft tremble of anxiety ran over his spine for a moment before dark eyes fell on the face he had been subconsciously looking for, raising a hand to wave at his best friend. “Brydon! Here!” he hollered, merely holding himself back from jumping up and down in excitement.

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How promising the night had started out for the Slytherin. She’d wandered the festival with the leisure of a snake basking in the sun, taking her time before buying whatever her heart desired. Candy had passed her plump lips, gotten stuck against her teeth and its taste had lingered for only as long as it took the sugar to dissolve. Little trinkets had been splayed out on her bed, jewelry crafted by more than one merchant. Some not of the best quality while others were exquisite to behold. Nenet never could resist the call of glitter, the sparkle catching at the corner of her eye.

After retiring back to the castle she’d sat at the vanity, combing out the long silk tresses in contemplation. A ball meant mingling and social etiquette but it also promised a little bit of fun and distraction. She was still quite satisfied from her shopping trip to London, most of the items still in their bag. The green gown hung from the post of her bed, taunting her to wear it out. She smiled at herself and decided that she’d go and see what it was about. No date, no one whose arm she would dangle from or who would dangle from her arm. Just someone wanting to prowl and watch, and maybe engage in a little bit of fun. That had been the expectation as she’d dressed, ignoring the winter theme and going for colors that she felt complimented her far better than the fair colors of winter and snow.

Chill air brushed against her arms, the armlet along her bicep growing cool to the touch. It didn’t bother Nenet quite as much, her dark eyes taking in the splendor. The Prefects had outdone themselves, the ghosts adding a bit of a macabre touch but still managing to seem like they belonged within the mansion. Above them the chandeliers were an intricate web of limbs and lights tangling together, swaying together as ghosts brushed against them. She wondered for a very brief moment what kind of magic it took to give her the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. Nenet was not extremely sensitive to the magic around her unless it was something she was touching physically or channeling herself. This just had a strange feeling to it, like a sour tang at the back of her throat; she didn’t know where it originated from. After she’d taken in the details the ball turned out to be a little on the boring side.

It wasn’t the event itself but rather the fact that she had come alone and had yet to find someone she wanted to toy with. There were several good candidates in the gathered crowd but each time her eyes settled on them, her mind moved on. Eyes met and swept away, a contemplative and slightly bored look on her face. She was nearing giving up when she spotted him. Instantly the boredom lifted and her lips curled. The memory of his confused expression, the way his eyes were wary but his body still seemed to go with the current of her mood were still fresh in her mind. Excitement was palpable under her skin as she made her way through the crowd and helped herself to his arm. It was a soft slip of one arm around his, her palm pressing to his bicep as she pressed her body slightly into his. The wicked smile on her face told him that she knew exactly what she was doing and had a strong feeling about how he would react.

“My my, don't we look handsome tonight,” she said, voice pitched low. “Mind if I steal you for a dance?” she asked of his friends, turning to look up towards Tammuz’s face. She couldn’t very well miss the expression she’d come to draw from him.

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"Hmm?" Vivian paused, curls spilling from her bun as she pondered the other girl's remark on dreaming. The honey of her eyes rolled to a corner as she spoke, and the words she spoke were riddled with uncertainty. "No, no, not that kind of dreaming. More like...?" The Hufflepuff stopped again, pressing her lips together as she figured out a way to put it into words. Her sister was much, much better at this than she. The type of art Vivi did took form in movement and emotions; words, however, were difficult. It was why she always rambled and backtracked, second-guessed and made real-time edits. Vivian clapped her hands together and brought them to her lips, looking like she was saying a prayer to find the right words. "It's more like daydreaming? You know when you sort of zone out and forget where you are because you are so focused on what's happening up here—" She tapped on her temple, where often, too many things happened due to an overactive imagination "—rather than what's out here!" She gestured to the scene around them in a dainty flourish. "And so when I do it—zone out I mean!—it's because I am usually focused on a fantasy in my head! Just now it was about how pretty everything was and how it was everything—ohmygoshyouareNovalie!"

Vivian cut herself short, clapping her hands together again, this time in pleasant surprise. "I was wondering why you looked so familiar! How could I forget when I've seen so many of your recitals and you've—"

Stayed at my papa's hotels so many times! The words caught themselves in her throat.

Vivian paused, the thousand year smile on her face finally flickering out for a moment as she faltered so greatly in words, she might as well have tripped and fallen flat on her face. The badger smiled again, to recover initially, but then because she was so ecstatic to meet one of her many idols. (Among them, mostly actresses, but also one very talented harmonica player she subscribed to on YouTube!)

"Sorry, you probably didn't expect such a rant. The pleasure is mine, though! I'm Vivian, but you can just call my Vivi if you'd like!" Back in the rhythm of her life, Vivian used both her hands to shake Novalie's, restraining herself from shaking "too enthusiastically" as her mother often liked to describe sometimes. "Also sorry for being such a fan girl!" A sheepish laugh left her lips. "It's just I also love ballet! I don't practice as much as I used to anymore, but I have always admired you! I really wanted to make it to your stall in the town square today but I was so excited I overslept." She paused, realizing that she was probably talking too much again. "Oh I'm sorry! Were you here with someone else? I could let you get back to your own engagements."

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While she had no real personal interest in attending a school-organized dance of any kind, Nona Pierce was still going to attend. It seemed all of the student body was abuzz with excitement for this thing and even she would not miss a chance to show-up her classmates. Being so new to the school, this was the perfect opportunity to to gather them all in one place and declare how much better she was than they. Of course, attending would require her to have a date (as it would be positively mortifying to show up alone), and going with Nora was simply out of the question.

So she had sought him out, that beautiful Ravenclaw boy that she had never once spoken to. She had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach him, and this dance seemed just that. The invitation had been simple, blunt and to the point:

You're pretty, I'm gorgeous. Go to that dance with me and we'll show everyone else what they could aspire to be.

There was no strings attached, no need for the two of them to become friends or lovers or do much more than hang off one other like accessories. That was what he was for her, after all; a rather nice-looking accessory for to show off. She wasn't entirely sure of his name, even. Venus Lovehorn or something. It wasn't important. What was important was that he looked nice and he danced nice. Maybe if he kissed nice, but she currently had no intentions of allowing this partnership to go that far.

Everything the Slytherin had picked out for the night had been carefully thought over. Her favorite color was always blue, and the dark blue dress she picked hugged against her torso, accentuating her small curves and making her body seem curvier. Her dark hair was worn down, curls cascading over her right shoulder onto her chest, a decorative comb in place on the left side to keep any mischievous locks from switching sides. The clutch dangling from her wrist she could have gone without, but she didn't like to be without her wand and there was no place on her person to keep it.

Dark eyes appraised the mansion coldly as they entered. "It's passable, I suppose. But is this entire country infested with ghosts?" Her gaze lingered on the spirits nearby with distrust. In America, MACUSA made sure to keep all ghosts, poltergeists and other spirits out. To see first Hogwarts and now this random house crawling with them was unsettling to say the least. Small fingers tightened their grip on Venus' arm as one of the ghosts passed suspiciously close by. She would just have to do her upmost best to ignore them. They were just ghosts, after all, they really couldn't do much to her. Except walk through her.

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Milena hadn't decided whether she was going to go to the ball or not, but when she saw everyone getting ready and excited.... well she couldn't pass up an opportunity to... Actually she wasn't quite sure why she wanted to go but considering she'd missed the Halloween party - thank you very much, Boggarts and ghouls-, the witch had decided to attend this one. She was wary of what might actually happen once she arrived there. Nothing ever went as planned when one was dealing with Hogwarts but at least being out late gave her a reason to not sleep and that was actually all the encouragement the witch actually needed.

The chestnut haired witch stood in the doorway of the mansion, her electric blue eyes coasting over the witches and wizards but latching onto the ghost figures wafting about. They were tangled in an eerie dance of drifting and swaying between and through those with a pulse. Her fingers gripped the fabric of her dress and bone fingers tugged at the hem of her dress. She could feel the scream building up in her throat but stamped down the panic before it could overwhelm her and made her run back to the castle. Milena was accustomed to the ghosts in the caste but something about those in the manor made her skin crawl, perhaps because it had been a lot like the ones haunting her home. She felt the tightness of her muscles, everything clenched and locked into place. That was until her eyes managed to pull away and saw a familiar figure against the walls.

Her pulse jumped at the sight of him, she knew that he would probably complain but not leave her adrift and she didn’t want to bother anyone else with her problems and fear of the ghosts. But she’d left it behind. Without thinking twice about it Milena rushed back to the castle and picked up the small present. By the time she arrived it had taken her a whole ten minutes to get back up to that doorway and through it. Unfortunately Nero was no longer where she had spotted him previously and she was forced inside, through the crowds and the ghosts. He was not likely to be between all the dancers, he just didn’t seem the type. Instead she pushed to the outskirts and walked slowly, looking intently at the faces of those lining the walls until she found him. Every muscle in her body relaxed, her face losing that frozen, wide eyed terror.

The pain in her stomach loosened as she approached, the hand holding the gift held behind her back. She was happy to see him despite his grumpy constitution. The drink in his hand reminded her that she was thirsty but it could wait. As a ghost drifted by, Milena skittered out of its way; putting her in front of Nero. “If you’re working the event shouldn’t you be… I don’t know, working?” she said by way of greeting, her voice starting out a little high but evening out by the end of the question.

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For reasons the African witch could not explain there was excitement in her lungs and adrenaline in her veins. Excitement was palpable in the air and at every turn there seemed to be a new wave of it rushing towards her. Kala hadn’t felt the hammering of her heart this insistent for quite some time, it had settled back into a steady beat; but the festival at Hogsmeade had brought life back with it and in the evening the promise of excitement still lingered upon her tongue. She hadn’t asked anyone to attend the ball with her. Not this time. For the time being she would go and enjoy herself alone and if she were to encounter someone to dance and enjoy the evening with, then so be it.

Even as couples brushed past her upon her leisurely stroll towards where the ball would be held, Kala found that she felt no need to have someone with her. The skirts of her gown didn’t reach the ground, her toes peeking out from their pink heels, teasing spectators but mostly entertaining themselves with the kiss of cool air with each step. She felt serene, at ease with the liquid movement of her body. For a few precious moments the witch allowed her eyes to drift shut and focused on the energy of her body gliding forward, uncaring if she ran into someone or not. The smile tugged at her lips, her face soft and open. Only the material of her clothing weighed her down, but she might as well have been wearing clouds for all the restriction they provided.

The mansion rose up before her, covering sight of the sky as she took to the steps and up to the door; feeling regal in her attire and completely in her element. Splendor met the witch’s moss green eyes, head turning to take in the magnificence of ghosts and winter elements. Many had chosen to wear white, others had appeared to choose more frosty colors. She felt like spring on the verge or bursting through the cold. Kala’s gown was the pre-emptive forming of buds in soft pastel colors interwoven with the tentative green of newly awoken spring. They were still far from the season but she had been cold and stagnate long enough that she wished for something full of life; and because she had come to learn that depending on others only resulted in disappointment, she had granted her own wish and donned the colors of the future.

Her eyes snagged on the form of Milena, head canting to the side as her fellow Gryffindor approached a pale boy in their house. A small smile tugged at her lips but Kala drifted from the entrance towards the side, her body wanting to sway with the beat of the music; breathing more energy into her very core. Absently she wondered if Petra had come with Hadleigh, whether Hellion would be about, and if she would find Preben immersed in enthusiastic conversation with a beau or a pretty girl. She did not know her friend’s preference yet, and wasn’t quite sure whether she could call him a friend or not.

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Kynlee had this thing where it was like she was allergic to looking like a normal person. Her eyes darted around taking in the elegant gowns and tailored suits that seemed to seep in around her as she walked slowly into the mansion's main entry hall-- heels clicking softly as she moved. The day had been long. Spending the day at her stall meant that she had to put her sales person face on--and she wasn't especially good at that. Still, the few extra coins that she gained from the day's efforts would buy her more materials later. Never really needing for the essentials meant that she could spend her money on the things she wanted and she was grateful for that after the day's work.

The cold winter air slipped across her skin like chilling silk, eliciting a mountain range of goosebumps along the Gryffindor's arms. She really should've put on a jacket, but the image that she was going for tonight didn't go with a jacket. She would simply have to suffer until she arrived in the ball's warmed interior. It would be fine. She wasn't going to die from some short exposure to cold weather.

This outfit had taken her a few weeks. She had already been working on the base design-- the shape and the outlines long before she had received the invitation to the ball. It wasn't until then that she doubled her efforts and began to finish the pieces before painting and finishing them with a sealant. The leggings had just been lying around in her trunk. The skirt was an easy enough pattern to stumble through the sewing process. As much as she loved costuming, sewing wasn't her strong suit. Finally, the last few bits--the gloves and the boots-- were easy enough to purchase before the ball.

Now she looked like some sort of ice warrior among delicate nobles as she finally reached the main ballroom. She considered getting some food but drink seemed more pressing after today's work. Kynlee passed by the mulled wines, punch, and hot cocoas in favor of a simple glass of water. Standing around and talking all day had really dried out her throat. The warrior found an empty spot on the wall, where she could lean and give her legs a break, and sipped her cold drink as she people watched. Maybe she'd dance tonight. Honestly--she hadn't decided yet.

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Really, another ball?

Not that he was complaining, not really, as it was quite known that Martín Marzán was always one to enjoy all sort of gatherings, parties, and balls. Well, most sorts of gatherings, parties, and balls. Honestly, he could not remember a time when he had enjoyed a celebration at Hogwarts that had not been of his own planning, and apparently Hogsmeade was no exception to such an unspoken rule. Some people were simply good at organizing that sort of events, some weren’t, and apparently, judging by the Spaniard’s experience ever since transferring, all of Scotland classified as the latter, for it seemed those gatherings just kept getting worse and worse. “All gods be merciful, how does someone even manage to mess up this badly?” He would go on, accented voice devoided from the usual warmth and cheer, only to replace it with the slightest hint of boredom as gaze of aquamarine wandered over the sea of people at the ballroom.

Que vergüenza. Who even lets ghosts participate in a ball? They need to get back to the basements were they belong.” A sip was taken from his glass, taking a moment to enjoy the rich earthy tones of his drink of choice while not even realizing how much of a hypocritical statement that was. After all, deep down, in some corner of himself that would never come to light for most of the world, he had always felt sorry for those ghosts at the Marzán estate - those which had been sentenced to spend eternity confined in a small place. No one could expect the Marzán family to allow the lingering spirits of the past to roam around their home, especially not if said spirits knew one too many things most people were not supposed to know. These ghosts, however, were all over the place, and Martín was half sure that he would end up having to go ungracefully throw up his drink if one even dared to do as much as talking to him. But of course, that wasn’t the worst part of it all, was it? Oh no, the worst part had to be a close tie between the awful attires some people had apparently considered appropriate for such an occasion, and the fact that someone was apparently pulling magical tricks on certain individuals.

Then again, could he really judge anyone’s attire when an actual holly crown sat atop of golden-brown hair? Well, yes, of course, because he was Martín Marzán and he could actually pull off such a thing, green leaves and red berries crowning his head as naturally as golden laurels often did. Plus, holly crown or not, his outfit was one of which he was proud, even if own black suit was most definitely not the kind of attire that was meant to keep him warm. He should have bothered to cast a warming charm before leaving the castle, but honestly, could he even be bothered anymore? There were drinks there for a reason, and at least the wine helped when it came to dulling out the cold along with his own dislike for such an event. “I think my dearest abuelita would have a heart attack if she saw this. Oh hey, maybe that’s how I can finally get rid of her! I should just throw a ball as awful as this one… Too bad I also wouldn’t be able to live with such shame.” Obviously, he was joking… or was he? His gaze was finally torn away from the attendees to set on the girl next to him, a wink following his own comment.

Running into each other at that ball had been a mere coincidence, but at those moments, there weren’t many people to whom he would have rather been speaking. Somehow there was something almost nostalgic about complaining about parties while talking to Ossia Bartolomeo, as if it had always been done, meeting each other at one too many of those events organized by their respective families, those which Martín was not supposed to attend anymore after his grandparents had gotten sick of his ability to swiftly cause chaos and scandal. If only he had had the motivation to scandalize people at that ball as well.

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Astrid hadn't been planning on going to the Snowflake Ball, but after weeks of badgering from Levi, she finally gave up and decided to go with him, only because he promised they'd people watch during the event. That and she could never pass up the opportunity for a front row seat to the spectator sport that was her Ravenclaw friend's failed attempts at flirting.

Hawke's initial plan was to show up in a flannel, band t-shirt, jeans and converse, but her dormmates vetoed this idea before she was even able to step foot outside the door. Astrid sat down on her bed with a huff, knowing that once her dormmates started something, it was near impossible to get them to back down, especially considering how stubborn they all were.

By the end, Astrid was outfitted in a red silk cocktail dress, with gold jewelry (gifted to her by her father), and heeled ankle boots. Her long blonde hair was intricately braided so that she had a crown atop her head, and her makeup was done to match her dress, a vibrant red color painting her lips, while her other features were naturally accented.

Despite feeling like a fish out of water, Hawke felt...confident (even if the foreign feeling of the heels meant she had stumbled every few steps in the dorm). With this knowledge, Astrid opted to carry the heels in a rucksack and wear her Converse on the trek to Hogsmeade, lest she trip down the grand staircase and injure herself.

The Gryffindor had hoped she'd catch sight of Levi on her way to Hogsmeade, but figured he had most likely left on time, or at least had some faster way of getting there than she did. Astrid was glad she had grabbed her coat before being shoved out of the Gryffindor dorms or she'd be even colder than she was.

The blonde had to admit that the setup for this ball was quite nice, she definitely hadn't expected a red carpet like muggles used for movies. Hawke stepped off to the side and changed back into the ankle boots before giving her coat and rucksack to coat check (it wasn't as though the bag was particularly large). Astrid then entered the ball and made her way over to the refreshments table, where Levi would know to find her. Looking around, the heightened quantity of ghosts wandering the premises seemed odd, but she supposed that even in the afterlife, people liked good parties.

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School events were awful. Scratch that; they were pure torture. In the weeks leading up to them he'd have to deal with every conversation revolving around the event with a fake excitement of his own, then he had to manage the flirtations sent his way with nothing but a smile, even as filthy hands brushed against and held his own or he got the occasional pathetically desperate owl letter. Then on the night of the damn thing itself it was like he'd entered his own personal hell. Possibly hundreds of students packed into one room with blaring music and what he thought were the gaudiest decorations he'd ever seen, snacks and little desserts that were often too sweet for his tastes, and the students themselves were unbearable. They'd start off poised but as the night went on makeup would run, hair would sag out of its intricate curls back to straight, suits would become wrinkled, dress straps would begin sliding from all the dancing, and red would start to rim the eyes of students who'd had more drink than they could handle.

Short story: He always hoped something would catch fire and the event would be cancelled. But he had to go. Everyone expected him to go, so he had to go.

This time he was lucky enough to get some lee-way, thankfully. He'd usually end up being stuck with some overly peppy girl who clung to him and asked him to dance to every song, not caring if her lipstick smudged or if she slouched when she sat, or if she spoke loud and high enough to pierce his ears through the music. Not this time. This time the girl on his arm was Nona Pierce. Venus knew her name because he knew the name of every girl he'd ever accompanied, as he always should, but it didn't mean that he particularly liked her. Only tolerated her.

From what he saw of her she seemed to understand the importance of her image. She was always neat and put together and aimed for the same perfection he did. So even though her arrogance disgusted him and he thought her eyes looked too much like a rat's, when she approached him with her offer he only smiled and said:

"What color's your dress?"


That's how he ended up here. Arm in Nona's hands, his blue suit slim and sleek and just the perfect shade to match with Nona's dress. He was bitter about attending but he had to admit, Nona had a great eye for color. Deep blue was perfect for bringing out his snow colored hair and skin. It even made his eyes look more piercing than they ever did before. "Well it is England. If Shakespeare's not putting them in his plays, then they're wandering around." Venus chuckled with warmth in his voice. "They shouldn't be a bother tonight, though. I don't think ghosts would find a party of crazed teenagers very enjoyable." Her fingers tightened on his arm and he mentally winced at the thought of her wrinkling his sleeve. Needing to loosen her grip on him, he moved his arm to gently wind itself around her waist, keeping it at a respectable level as he changed their path to the drink table. "Come on, let's get something to drink. There aren't any ghosts by the table that I can see."

If his date was going to be like this the entire night, then he hoped the place burned down with him inside.

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Novalie stared at the girl in awe, as she continued on a rant to explain the use of the word 'dreaming'. She cocked her head to the side, staring intentionally at the curled haired girl, feeling as if the girl was speak a language she was not familiar with. Growing up in Sweden, Novalie was bilingual, speaking her native tongue at home with her family, and English as she traveled the world with Ingrid. Ingrid, her ballet coach and manager, spoke only Russian and English, so Novalie became quickly fluent in one of the languages, in order to speak with her coach properly. The dance floor swirled around her, as others began to dance around the two young girls, having a conversation in the middle of the room. Nova promised herself that once the girl finished talking, she would Kindly ask to move their conversation off the dance floor, into a more suitable area. Eventually they would get run over by another dancer or dancers, and Nova feared that she may get hurt. As a professional ballerina, she had to protect herself. Her body was her biggest asset. She had gigs lined up for the summer break, and she couldn't afraid to miss more training. As it was, Ingrid was not happy that she was spending more time on other extracurricular activities, rather than flying out to Russia to practice with her.

The Slytherin couldn't help but smile proudly, when the young girl recognized her. Although a very proper, elegant and patient girl, she also had quite a big ego, especially when she was recognized at Hogwarts. A blessing and a curse, many of the student population didn't have the slightest clue who she was, which made these moments even more sweeter. She nodded her head and bent her knees slightly in a sort of 'curtsey' way, before locking eyes again with the girl, Vivi, as she had just learned. "Good! Someone I can practice with! Glad that we had the pleasure of meeting!" The Swedish girl was glowing from head to toe. Not only had she made a friend, but this person actually knew who she was. Which meant that she didn't have to pretend to be someone she wasn't, nor did she have to explain her busy lifestyle.

The blonde haired girl giggled as Vivian shook her hand fiercely, leaving the girl numb at the finger tips. Her next question was quite a surprise to her. 'Did she think I was here with a date?' The idea confused the Swedish blonde. Truth be told, Novalie had never even kissed a boy, let alone gone on a date with one. She had been to numerous red carpet events, alone, never questioning if she needed a partner. No, she had Ingrid to bring along. Suddenly, the small girl felt a bit out of place. Was she supposed to bring a date? Did it look weird that she arrived alone? She was trying to 'fit in', and suddenly felt like she had made a terrible mistake. Her smile lessoned in its intensity, and her stance went from 'loud and proud' too, 'self-conscious and uneasy'. Novalie wasn't used to showing up to an event unprepared. She had a team of people to help her with that. All of which, were back home or in Russia with Ingrid.

"I..uhm, came alone?" Nova shrugged, hoping to regain her composure. Most people wouldn't question it, but Novalie wasn't just anyone. "I didn't think I needed to bring someone here with me? Back at home, my trainer, Ingrid, would come along with me. I mean, she was never a date. Only a friend. I guess I could have asked a friend to come here with me. Should I leave because I don't have a partner?" She didn't sound sad, nor did she speak too quickly. She spoke in a proper, sort of 'dreamy' way, only Nova knew how to do. It was innocent, pure and oh so naive. Very typical for the Swedish native.

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Novalie is happy that someone recognized her and is pleased to have possibly made a friend in @Vivian Luxford! Then she feels awkward because she doesn't have a date, and thinks that maybe she should have asked someone to come with her.

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Jan 9 2018, 06:09 PM   LINK Quote
Balls were full of food, drinks and pretty things to look at, at least. Or that's what Brydon Wilkins kept telling himself as he meandered through the club, a drink in and talking to random people, flashing smiles and giving nods to other people. His warm smile usually attracted a few people - especially females to him and tonight was no exception as he had already been asked to dance a few times. Politely the young man had declined, since before he did start to dance, Brydon wanted to know all of the options he had - or he wanted to fill his stomach with food. Probably some combination of them both, if he was absolutely honest with himself. Not that he was going to admit this to anyone, even himself.

Hearing his name, Brydon spun on the heel of his dress shoes and turned to see who was yelling at him excitedly - except that even before his chocolate brown eyes had settled on his best friend, Brydon's heart knew exactly who had called him. The lion would be able to puck out Athelstan's voice out of a line up of ten or twenty or a hundred different people, he was sure of it. Of course, Brydon liked Athelstan's voice when it was breathy and soft in his ear - Brydon shook his head and laughed softly - that thought was definitely not for a time for right now. Not for a time when they were in front of a hundred, perhaps even hundreds of other students, teachers and even ghosts.

Was Athelstan so excited to see everyone he knew, or was Brydon special? The thought ripped across his mind as his feet moved towards his friend, still grinning. After soaring through the sky like a bird on his broom, his friend was the second part of Brydon's life that gave him freedom. Taking a swig of his drink, Brydon finished the liquid within - not spiked punch at this beginning point in the night - and put the empty glass on a nearby waiter's tray. Brydon continued on his quest to his best friend, who looked delighted to see him - even more so than some of the school girls who were around. Another laugh ripped from his chest as he came to stand next to his friend.

"How are you, Stanman?" Brydon winked at his best friend and grabbed a new glass and poured himself more punch. Nudging his friend lightly, he turned back around to face the crowd, sipping at his glass lightly. His eyes drifted over the people already starting to mill about, after all this was a ball. Shifting his jacket with his free hand, Brydon looked to Stan once more. His outfit was from the last ball that had been thrown the previous spring and there were very good memories that went along with the trip when he had bought the outfit. Memories that included feeding ducks, free kisses, cheap motels and other parts of life that gave Brydon the freedom he desired with all of his heart - even more than flying gave him.

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Brydon is happy to see his best friend Athelstan and comes to stand by the punch bowl to talk with him, remembering the last ball he attended the previous sprint - and the weekend he had shared with someone special prior to that ball where he had acquired the outfit he is wearing.

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