|Wizarding Realm||Help Search Members Calendar Reps Arcade|
|Welcome Guest ( Log In | Register )||Resend Validation Email|
Posted: Oct 12 2017, 09:07 AM
Maybe I should have left the cloak. Guinevere’s thoughts drifted to the costume she was wearing and how heavily it weighed against her shoulders. Beside her Cosimia looked both elegant and deadly, a great combination of allure and mischief. The dark haired witch was happy with her handy work and not the least bit guilty about tricking the blonde into coming to the Halloween party. As far as Guinevere was concerned this was a far better way of spending their evening than being cooped up in the tower; like she suspected Cosimia would do. They were by no means the best of friends but they tended to gravitate towards one another because Guinevere just couldn’t leave well enough alone. It wasn’t pity for her the mess that was Cosimia Spiros but rather that she could not see someone drowning and not help.
A lot of it was like being with Morgan, except that her blonde friend was a lot harder to manipulate and definitely far more bratty. She would have introduced the two if she didn’t think Cosimia would jump on him at the first opportunity. Something about that put the dark haired, blue eyed witch out of sorts. Putting those thoughts far out of her mind, Guinevere looked around at the decorations in the dance hall. There was the band on the stage and people filling the space meant to be the dance floor. Others were mingling and yelling over the noise of the crowds, but everyone seemed to be having a good time. One furtive look cast in Cosimia’s direction told Guinevere that the cloak had been a good idea after all. The witch had a feeling her friend would end up slipping away from her before the end of the night, and as much as Guinevere was stuck on not letting that happen; she had a breaking point.
Ending up entangled with a boy in a broom closet or a dark corner of the dance hall was bound to happen where Cosimia was involved. It was just another part of the Greek witch’s nature. At that point Guinevere had decided she’d probably venture outside for some fresh air. It took a twitch of the shoulders for the witch to shrug out of her cloak, fingers folding the soft and warm material before draping it over her arm. The dress was heavy and the braid rested over her right shoulder with soft tendrils of dark curls framing her face. They sprouted from her forehead in order to frame the circlet crown tiara resting on her forehead, the tip of the Evenstar pointing towards the bridge of her nose. Everything about Guinevere’s outfit was blue and against her marble colored skin the color shone.
“Do you want to wander first or dance?” she asked, leaning over to look at the sea creature standing proud beside her. Even though Cosimia was smaller and less voluptuous than Guinevere, she still had a way of making her body seem curvier than it was. Her blonde friend was nothing short of attractive and desirable, her costume only making her a little terrifying; but Guinevere had been happy to see that curls and pearls had been the best way to go. In the meantime her own hair had been braided into “fishtail” fashion. At least it would keep out of her way.
Just as she was waiting for an answer Guinevere’s eyes snagged on a dark head of hair. Cornflower blue eyes drifted down the length of the side of his face and spotted the beauty mark on his left eye, then further down the graceful curve of his neck she caught sight of a sparrow tattoo. Immediately she perked up and nearly grabbed her skirts and ran towards him. Instead she did something very unladylike and called out “Mor!” while waiving her arm, gesturing him over. It didn’t appear that he was with anyone, or searching for anyone for that matter. Maybe they could all wander around, having a little testosterone to balance out their estrogen would be nice.
At least that was the thought until she realized she’d probably just facilitated Cosimia’s hunting expedition and groaned internally.
@Cosimia Spiros & @Morgan Mulloy - Posting order up to you guys. <3
Posted: Yesterday at 07:23 am
Cosimia Spiros was not much for the Halloween scene. Although she had always been a fan of Autumn, it wasn't for reasons that included the holiday. The changing of the leaves, pumpkin pie, and cooler weather were amongst some of her favorite things around this time of year. When the Halloween Feast and Party were announced, more students were excited and immediently began to plan out their halloween costumes/outfits. Cosimia had no intention of going to either events. The idea of socializing with her classmates, including the under class man did not tickle her fancy. Years and years of pureblood events/parties had tired her out. She had successfully avoided almost every event that her parents had invited her to, or hosted. Why would she volunteer to go to one now? The Ravenclaw had every intention of staying up in her dormitory all night, possibly with a good book and some warm butterbear. That was, until Guinevere Iscariot showed up.
Cosimia was quite fond of Guinevere, knowing that she was quite her opposite. Guinevere did not think like the Grecian girl. She did not have the same sense of sexuality, nor the desire for men that Cosimia was so keen too. Sometimes Guinevere was the last person that Cosimia wanted to see, for she had an uncanny ability to push her to do things she didn't want to do. Tonight being the prime example. In the end, she would never admit it, she secretly admired Guinevere for her individuality and sense of adventure. Cosimia loved to explore and travel, but she didn't pocess the same strength that she saw in her Ravenclaw dorm mate. An allusion or not, Cosimia envied many of the people in her presence, secretly, of course. Guinevere was no exception. After she successfully convinced Cosimia to go to the Halloween Party, and picking out a gorgeous dress, she quickly pulled the sea creature down to the party before she changed her mind. Cosimia felt gorgeous, and therefore, confident and ready to go tot he party. Guinevere convinced her to curl her hair, something that she didn't often do, giving Cosimia a sense of power and pose. She was a new woman. Cosimia Spiros was now a siren. How appropriate.
Confidence oozed out of her body, as she entered the party with her gorgeous, taller friend. They complimented each other. Cosimia smaller and straighter in stature, with Guinevere taller, darker hair and fuller features. Convinced that she would have a good time, Cosimia scanned the room, hoping that the eyes of her classmates would grow wide when they noticed her appearance. Guinevere had helped her pick out a gorgeous dress, and she didn't want to go unnoticed. "Either," Cosimia coed, a smirked appearing on her face. She was ready for a challenge. She was a siren, looking for her next male prey. She narrowed her eyes, scanning the room for her next target. Suddenly, her attention was interrupted by the suddenly excited Ravenclaw beside her. Mor? Who is More? She thought to herself, setting her sights on who the girl was calling too.
Mor was a boy.
Cosimia straightened up slightly, looking down to make sure her dress was adjusted and not snagged or wrinkled anywhere. She moved a piece of her hair off her shoulder, and smiled slightly at the boy that was walking her way. She elbowed Guinevere slightly in the chest, still facing the boy that her friend had beckoned. "Mor? Boyfriend? Or is he fair game?" She whispered to her friend, hoping that the boy was still far enough away to not here her. As much as she was a true siren, looking for her next man-toy, she was no demon. If her friend was interested in him, she would back off. Loyalty meant a lot to her, despite what others may think.
Ooo, this is going to be fun.
@Guinevere Iscariot & @Morgan Mulloy
siren costume <3
Welcome to Wizarding Realm! We are an alternate universe Harry Potter site set in the present day at Hogwarts. All of our lovely students are back from their summer terms refreshed and (hopefully) ready to buckle down for classes. Join us! :D Please Register using Proper Case!!