The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - will you be a quidditch pro or maybe a prefect? The year is now 2021, and now it's time for the next generation to make their mark. The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - and that is where the fun begins.
The plot will be determined by the characters of the site as of now - future plots will change as these forces weigh in on the Wizarding World, and we see where these characters take us. So join in and let your character make their mark!
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Post by Minerva McGonagall on Feb 14, 2018 17:19:34 GMT
It's 14th February 2021, and all through the castle there's been a buzz of excitement as the students and Professors alike waited excitedly for the Valentine's Day Dance to begin. The Great Hall has been transformed into a beautiful, crystalline winter wonderland, with a huge space set aside for a spacious dance floor. Enchanted rose petals fall intermittently from above, and all the food set out on the long tables at the side of the hall is decadent and tasty. There are bowls of Valentine's punch set out all along the hall, made especially for this event by the House Elves - and the concoction is as sweet as the holiday itself. The music started playing at seven o' clock on the dot, and students have been trickling ever since, showing off their best clothes and taking to the dance floor. This is one dance the Hogwarts students won't ever forget!
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Little does the staff know that one of the bowls of punch at the end of the table has been spiked by a mischievous ghost - the unfortunate drinkers of this special Valentine's drink will be getting a little more than they asked for as they ingest the love potion that Peeves has dropped in there. This will no doubt lead to some chaos and embarrassment, which is everything Peeves could have wanted!
There will be no posting order - let's fall in love!
Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Feb 16, 2018 0:23:33 GMT
Everyone knew that Valentine's Day Dances were very much Not Dominique Weasley's Thing - mostly because she'd vocalised this fact so often. Dominique Weasley didn't have time or interest in romance, and even when she was able to admit to herself on rare occasions that someone was aesthetically appealing, the whole concept of teenage relationships seemed completely unappealing to her. She rather thought all that feeling could be directed to something a little bit more useful than a hormone riddled high school fling that wasn't likely to last more than a year outside Hogwarts' walls. She wasn't cynical per se - she knew what a loving and respectful relationship looked like thanks to her parents - but Dom was realistic enough to know she wasn't likely to find that while she was in school. And even if she had met that person, she just...knew now wasn't the right time - she had no interest in that kind of love. Not yet - maybe someday, but even then, she knew there were more important things that came first.
Frankly, all in all, she just had better things to be doing with her time.
But still, here she was, standing with her best friend in the Great Hall as she watched rose petals fall from the ceiling and heart-eyed teenagers danced and chatted excitedly. Dom did her best to hold back a little sigh - she was trying, she really was, she wanted this to be special for Charlotte, because she knew her friend was excited for it, and damn it Dom wanted her friends to be happy - but even with that effort, she couldn't help a little grimace. "A speech about the commercialisation of love to exploit people for money is going to ruin the mood isn't it?" she murmured, but loud enough that Charlotte would catch it. "Sorry," she said quickly afterwards. "I know I said I was going to try and enjoy it." She took a moment as she looked around them. "I like the...decorations?"
tagged: Charlotte Longbottom & Argus Narcissus Barbary & Nathaniel Cyril Nott (& anyone else who happens upon this motley crew) words: 333 notes: thought i'd throw a little starter in here and get this party going - i am excited for this nonsense to go down. outfit: here
Post by Charlotte Longbottom on Feb 16, 2018 2:18:03 GMT
People often categorized the youngest Longbottom as being a bit of a forgetful goofball. Sometimes she preferred that though, let them underestimate her. Let them never expect her to be in the midst of a well orchestrated plan whilst getting ready for a dance all the same. Lotti has listened to both Nate and Dom complain about the other to her and she couldn't stand it anymore. Mostly because she was just so confused, nothing made any sense to her and she never liked that feeling. The both of them were good friends to her, hell Dom was her best friend and she wanted nothing more than for the two to get along, maybe that's why she thought of this plan. After all it was a day for love and bonding, and maybe she could bring that to them. The platonic cupid. Her new title for the evening as she finished getting ready and went to met Dom.
Of course she fucking looked beautiful, Dom always did, and Charlotte refused to stop gushing about it. As they walked in together she looked around wondering at all the decorations and smiling. It was nice, not over the top or anything like that but it was still a fun scene. Her poor friend certainly said otherwise. She smiled sweetly at her friend before throwing her arm around her friend. "I know I know but you are here at least! That's something and you know it means a lot to me." she said before taking a breath and looking around. Good they weren't here yet. Time to rip off the band aid. "Okay Dom. So Please don't freak out, but my Date is Nathaniel." She didn't give her friend time to react. "AND I know you don't like him but who knows maybe if you spend time with me and him you'll see what I mean when I say he really is sweet." She spoke so fast she took a breath after words and gave her friend a sheepish smile. Nate didn't need to know the plan, but Dom had to know. The crowd was still light as people were arriving and Charlotte looked at her friend, hopeful that tonight wouldn't be too crazy.
There were always going to be those precious individuals who got excited at the prospect of going on a date. Any kind of date. Even friend dates. They got their hopes up that things could ever turn into anything more. Their palms got all sweaty. Most of them turned into stuttering disasters when faced with their crush. Butterflies in their stomach - that sort of crap. Of course, there were always the confident ones. People like him, who sort of flirted around with a sort of aloof interest. A date was a date. Sometimes it developed into something more. A lot of the time it did. And a week later he would get bored and they would be gone. Poof. Heartbroken, sometimes. Frankly, it was all very ridiculous to him. Frankly, the entire concept of Valentine’s day was wasted on him. He used to get cards, sometimes. Some hexts with smiley faces and pictures. So many pictures. Some of which he kept.
Somehow, his reputation had gotten around and those hexts became less and less, tragically. Oh so tragically. Charlotte was never going to be one of them. He hadn’t yet decided if that was equally as dreadful as the rest of it. She was also the only individual he would ever let get away with forgetting to ask him out on a date. An awful friend-date and one that he was decidedly not excited about. Because getting excited about something that was going to be awful and pink and red was not something he did. That was the sort of thing that Cece got really into. Or Phae. Probably Phae in her younger years, but that didn’t exclude his abnormal amount of cousins. The point was, it was only because this was Lottie that he was letting her get away with inviting him to the dance and completely forgetting about it. It was the only reason he was going to forgive her from the stupid things she was likely to do, such as anything involving that best friend of her.
It wasn’t that Nate didn’t try to get along with Dominique Weasley. He was always a fan of trying things, at least one. It was likely that he had been nice to her for all of five minutes back when they were first years. Maybe second. Who cared. The point was that she was annoying as he was irritating and for different things. There were causes to care about, sure, but then there was also a tripping point and she had long since hit it. Made no sense to him, honestly, because he got along with just about everyone else in the Weasley-Potter-whatever families. At least the ones he would actively talk to. Potter the second was different, but that was because he was annoying. That wasn’t to say that James wasn’t equally as aggravating. If because he made life decisions seemingly at a split second to the world and the second that world knew that a Nott was behind it, it was going to go badly.
“You sure you won’t trip all over the place and step on me?” He eyed the decorations around them with a distaste. It wasn’t difficult finding an impeccable suit. Even if he couldn’t have hexted his great aunts about it or had Cece make him one from scratch, he could have ordered one. It paid to grow up rich, honestly. It hadn’t taken him long to get dressed and get ready. The most time consuming thing was his hair. His impeccable, amazingly done hair. “Any last minute dance lessons? I’m sure we could pull up a video.”
Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Feb 22, 2018 12:39:33 GMT
As Charlotte spoke, Dom's eyes widened slightly in alarm, and the possibility of getting through this dance seemed to become an unachievable dream. Honestly, Dom knew that she should have known - she'd known Charlotte for so long at that point, the fact that the girl still was able to catch her by surprise like this was shameful. After the conversation that they'd had in this very same room about Nott and how Charlotte had so stubbornly refused to give up the idea of him and Dom becoming friends, Merlin forbid - Dom didn't know why she hadn't assumed he was who Charlotte was talking about when she said she had a secret date? Well, she guessed it was that she tended not to think that hard about these sort of things, and Charlotte had always been the type of girl who had a whole lot of different crushes. Not that Dom would judge that, obviously - but she had learned very quickly that it was hard to keep track of Charlotte's romantic endeavours in general - if Charlotte wanted her to know about it, she'd tell Dom, and it worked easily that way. But the fact this one had been kept a secret really should have been a bit of a giveaway that Dom wouldn't like it - but then she guessed she always did put a lot of trust in her best friend.
"Nott," Dom said, flatly, doing her best to swallow back the flare of frustration deep within her. "Great." She bit her lip a little in an effort to stop a rant from accidentally tumbling out of her, as her eyes flitted around the room again. Charlotte would be expecting her (and Nott as well now, she supposed) to be mingling and dancing along with the rest of the school - and even just looking at the other students around them Dom could tell with some sort of certainty that her and Nathaniel Nott were ever going to act like that together, no matter how much Charlotte wanted it. But even so, Dom was somewhat determined to try to be civil - she never had liked the way that Nott seemed to like to goad her into a fight, and she didn't really want to lose her temper on a night that her best friend really wanted to enjoy. Eventually, Dom turned back to Charlotte, with a somewhat resigned look. "I'll behave if he will," she said with a small sigh.
And it seemed there wouldn't be too long until that theory was tested, as the man himself appeared by Charlotte's side. He didn't even seem to spare Dominique a passing glance, which she guessed was about as much as she could deal with. If tolerating each other for Charlotte's sake meant just a tacit understanding that they weren't going to properly acknowledge her, Dom was okay with that. And - Dom supposed as she watched the couple with a stern look out of the corner of her eye - she was glad that at least this whole situation meant that she could at least keep an eye on them. She didn't trust that boy around Charlotte.
Post by James Sirius Potter on Feb 26, 2018 20:31:58 GMT
What the fuck?!
The quiv was hidden in his hands under the table, one of the handful towards the back of the room. Binns was moaning on at the front of the room without and end in sight, and even if he did see James’ bent head, it was debatable whether or not he had any idea what a quiv actually was. They were near the end of the period, and the tingle in James’ legs could tell. With the arrival of this latest hext, he was about ready to jump out of his seat and launch himself off Gryffindor Tower simply to find a channel for the energy of frustration that was building around his ears.
Before the bell chimed, James saw a fellow classmate’s furrowed brow, but he returned their silent mouthing of what the fuck? with a flippant scowl, stuffing his quiv into his robes pocket just before the desired clang chimed his release. Not one to carry a bag (or have any awareness of where his textbooks were at any given time), he swiped at the singular notebook that had remained closed for the duration of the hour and booked it towards the exit, darting into the hallway on his way towards the Great Hall, quiv returned to his hand in anxious haste.
He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was under the impression that she wasn’t talking to anyone, really even interested in anyone. How the hell had she booked a date…it wasn’t even for another three days! It had only come to his attention that there was a dance yesterday…he never checked the message board or interdepartmental post. He’d texted her back right after he’d heard about it…followed up with Dom to make sure she wasn’t leading him off…but no, she’d already gotten herself a date.
As he approached the stairs to the Entrance Hall, he slowed slightly, the hallways filling with people naturally slowing his progression forward as other bodies and backs made him fall into line with the traffic of the corridor. Why did he even care, anyway? It was just a dance…it’s not like there wouldn’t be some party before, during, or afterward that was more interesting and fun. But he knew why he cared, and if it had been a friend of his, he would have slapped him upside the head with a newspaper. Girls destroyed themselves over this shit, getting their panties bunched up with what to wear and how to style their hair and the shoes and the this and that and all of that…and he didn’t like the idea of Cece Abercrombie getting flustered over anyone but him.
Frowning, he weighed his options in his head, stepping back against the wall right after turning into the Great Hall, tossing his quiv up and down into the palm of his hand, eyes glazed over slightly in masked thought. There had always been some competition of contention between the two…and this felt much like another play of power. His eyes focused and wandered around the table, thinking to himself. Alright Abercrombie, jumping from one face to the next, blondes, brunettes, dark haired, red headed faces, …if that’s how you want to play it…, until they landed on the desired target. The perfect checkmate.
In a population that changed every year, with rumors and relationships and all that fell in between, very little could be accepted as canonized fact. However, that Giselle Grimaldi was hot was, without question, a universally accepted opinion. She came from old money, which most thought was associated with private banking, so she’d always had an air of sophistication and wealth that kept her pampered and pristine. She’d been a centerfold in Witch Weekly’s teen publication, which was a huge deal to her and her friends at the time, but became more obnoxious of a fact as the years wore on, especially since she only got prettier and more confident with each passing month. This attention hadn’t made her mean, persay, but she wasn’t exactly a paragon of modesty and excellence.
But her personality flaws didn’t matter, because she was incredibly sexy in a dress and had a hookup for cocaine.
The pair of them toppled into the dance, buckled over laughing at a scene they had passed in the Entrance Hall, a poor fourth year girl who appeared to have her dreams dashed when the date she’d been expecting had arrived with a different one on his arm. It wasn’t especially funny, because it was really quite sad, but everything was going to appear funny to the pair of them, as they’d been snorting much more than laughter. “Positively dreadful…oh…come now, she’ll cheer up,” James said, still stifling guffaws, Giselle’s hand hooked tightly around his elbow, the daring white of her dress radiating off of his classic black suit. Her feet were balanced into a pop of blue pumps, and she looked incredible. The only thing weighing her down was, well, James…who did quite literally weigh her down every few steps as he walked in the room. She didn’t seem to care- he’d given her money to buy her shoes and dress, so she wasn’t as concerned with her date as she was with her own self-image.
His face lit up at the sight of his cousin and friends, beelining with arms outstretched to the group, completely incapable of reading the palpable tension between them, as well as Dom’s expression of distaste. “Dominica! Charlotta! Nathanielle!” He cheerily sang their names with odd inflections, swinging his date close to him so he could loop an arm dangerously low around her waist. She squealed with delight; there were few students so bold as James to suggest getting high before the party even began, and even fewer whose goals were to show her off the entire evening. She seemed to relish in the attention, looking around to the other party-goers for those she might impress, though seemingly thoroughly disinterested in having a conversation with any of the three people they’d just approached.
“Cheer up, yo’all look like you’re at a funeral.” He attempted to say it with a straight face, but drunk laughter spilled between his lips, and before long the pair of them were in fits again, laughing at nothing in particular, making quite the scene. Neither of them cared, they were having altogether too much fun. And they were altogether way too fucked up.
Oh Hogwarts was having a dance and Andromeda seemed to be one of the few upper years who was excited to see it happening. Majority of her life, Andy spent time dressing up. She loved it. She loved the clothes and the jewelry. She loved someone playing with her hair and someone doing her nails. She just loved it all. Being at Hogwarts made things less accessible, but Andy still managed to find a way around things and get what she wanted done in terms of her look. She had talent when it came to makeup and styling and hair. It was probably one of the few things her mother and herself would agree on. Andy was a tom boy through and through, but hand her a dress, and Andy became something else, a work of girly art.
When Andy first woke this morning, her concern wasn’t her lack of a date. That could change at any moment, even whilst at the dance. Her concern was geared towards her look. In the beginning, Andy decided she was going to bold and daring. She wasn’t shy of being a bad ass and showing that side of her. She wanted to make people look. She had dresses that were barely long enough, dresses that literally covered her whole body but showed a large amount of skin, she even thought about wearing a pant suit. It was all about the reactions, and Andy was looking for some. Except, that wasn’t how Andy was actually going to walk out of the common room. What would be shocking would be the lack of risk she took. Andy looked sweet and innocent?
All in all, she was festive though. Her nails were bright red. Her full skirt was a soft pink and her top was a simple white shirt. Her makeup was light and fair and her hair just fell in it's natural waves over her shoulders. Her jewelry was at a minimum: a ring her mother bought her when she was sixteen and a pair of earrings her father bought her for the Christmas before. Even her shoes were simple, black, strapped and toes covered. It was more than just a safe look, it just didn’t really look too much like Andy. And that was perfect for Andy. Romance was something she loved. Every bit of it excited her. She loved the stories, the air, the sweets. She was slightly sad she didn’t have a date, but she was thrilled that she had the opportunity to see where it would take her. Everything was open.
Andy left the comfort of the dungeons and made no time in climbing the stairs to the first floor. She was more than ready for some fun. The girl fluffed her tousled hair a bit before she made her way into the Great Hall. Her blue eyes trailed over the decorations and food. It looked from one face to another. A smile crept up on her face. The young woman made her way through the crowd. She smiled and waved at anyone who made eye contact with her, even blew a kiss here and there. She was on a mission to find her brother, but in the time she spent “looking” for him, she accomplished more silent flirting than anything else. By the time she reached him, more people had joined his little group.
She threw her arms over her brother and looked at Lottie, “Hot damn Longbottom, you look more gorgeous than before! How is that even possible?” she complimented Lottie along with a wide grin. She left go of her brother and trailed over to the Weasley girl. When it came to flirting, no one was safe from Andy, “And you look ravenous.” She gave her a wink before looking at the rest of the group. Namely James and his date. She retained her sigh. James was definitely someone she was interested in, and seeing him with someone else hurt a tad bit. It wasn’t something she wanted to dwell much on though. Life was life and Andy was in the game to make the most of it. “It was about time Hogwarts did something fun again.” She smiled looking around.
Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Mar 1, 2018 16:28:10 GMT
Even though he’d told Lily he wouldn’t, Jasper had toyed with the idea of experimenting with her newest concoction at the dance. They’d done the sober test a few days earlier to great success and damn that thing had been absolutely wild. So much so that he’d had to take a moment and consider whether this was actually a smart thing to do - offering himself up so willingly as a test subject for a fourteen year old going crazy with a cauldron. And obviously, no, it wasn’t the smart thing to do, but he really found it hard to care too much when he was having that much fun. All of it was fun really, and that’s all that Jasper cared about. And it wasn’t that he didn’t think this dance wasn’t going to be fun, dances always were loads of fun - but it didn’t hurt to have a little bit of help to get it to that point, you know?
And he really had considered it. He’d looked at that little vial in the top corner of his bedside drawer, the vial that Lily had slipped him only a few days previously with that serious look on her face as always - probably as a warning to not let anyone know where he got it. And he’d thought that, well, she had wanted it tested in a party setting, and this was going to be the biggest party this month…but no. No. They’d agreed, for good reason, that getting that fucked up in close vicinity to a teacher was just straight up asking for trouble. Jasper had no doubt he’d probably have the time of his life, but it wasn’t worth getting caught. Besides, he’d never had any trouble with making his own fun, so it wasn’t too much of a loss. He guessed he’d just have to leave the potion for a different day, which again, wasn’t too much of a hardship, because it just meant another excuse for another party. Woe is he.
And besides, this whole internal dilemma he was having was, of course, all before he actually had a date to the dance.
When Jasper had heard that Ceres Abercrombie didn’t have a date for the dance, he was more than a little bit shocked. Being as sweet and beautiful as she was, Jasper had just assumed people would be falling over themselves to ask her out. And look, Jasper might not actively have a crush on Cece, but he was a man with a healthy interest in women - and this girl was straight up gorgeous, inside and out. That’s what he’d always loved so much about her - she seemed to shine from the inside outwards, and it lit up her entire being. It felt warm being around her, and it was the kind of warm that had Jasper inspired and reaching for a paintbrush most of the time.
So safe to say, Jasper had taken it upon himself to right this wrong. It had taken some time in preparation (and a late night meaning he basically slept through all of his classes that next day, whoops), but all the work had been worth it knowing how delighted Cece had been at the result. He’d meticulously painted out some of his best calligraphy, adorned with some ornately watercolour flowers (because it was winter and he was pining for the fresh blooms of spring), and hidden the message around the Hufflepuff Common Room for Cece to find and put together - Will you go to the dance with me? There had been something so special about doing something nice for the girl like that, and Jasper loved being around happy people, so being able to say that he’d done that for her had felt particularly satisfying. It also felt pretty good that she’d said yes, because he wasn’t sure what he’d have done if she hadn’t - thankfully he didn’t consider that possibility until after he’d actually done it.
“Oh man, this looks great,” Jasper said enthusiastically, a delighted grin stretching across his face as the two of them stepped into the room. The room was teeming with students by now, the party in full swing, and Jasper felt his mood lift even further (as if that were even possible) just at the sight of seeing so many of his peers having a good time. It made him want to get right into the middle of it. "Where do you wanna go first?" he asked, turning to his date excitedly, and holding out a crooked arm for her to take. "Food? Dancing? People? I'm all yours." He smiled again, and his eyes drifted across the room, taking it all in - he could see James Potter and a few other of their mutual friends gathered some way off, but waited for Cece to reply - Jasper would have a good time where ever she decided she wanted to to go, so he was more than happy to let his date take the lead of the night for them, while he followed around happily.
Post by Ceres Selene Abercrombie on Mar 4, 2018 10:05:37 GMT
She had taken to Hufflepuff faster than anyone had thought she would; the only puff of her siblings and extended relatives. Maybe it was a surprise to those who thought that she would take after her eldest sister or like her mother, in Slytherin. She’d been just as surprised when the hat called it out, but then took to it like a selkie in water. She wasn’t the most creative soul there; she wasn’t even the most creative soul in her physical dorm. The Hufflepuff common room had a couple of her sketches - most of them the portraits she had done when she was going through a roadblock. And she loved social events. Loved them. She went to every single party that she was invited to, if sometimes a little late because it was always attention grabbing to be late. She made a conscious effort to talk to everyone - to greet people and smile and do just a little more than chit chat.
It did get her more than just one invitation to go to the dance. She almost had an entire folder filled with hexts, like she’d ever say yes to that. It was harder to turn people down when they asked her in person. With no effort. Ceres was a romantic at heart. Maybe it was silly of her to ever believe that she’d have a romance like her parents - people just didn’t randomly meet in a forest. That was some fairytale stuff. And so what if she had a tiny bookshelf dedicated to romance books - magical and muggle alike. She didn’t want someone just walking up to her and asking her if she wanted to go to the dance. It was a dance dedicated to love. It was literally dressed up to be the most dreamy and glamorous event that they had. It didn’t matter that Hogwarts always threw a little stress breaker or had some school sanctioned event they could all let loose. Not that they did, not entirely. The real party was the one that happened afterwards.
She wasn’t about to go with just anybody.
And, yes, so what if she had panicked? What did it matter that she sat on the edge of her bed with red fabric pooling onto her lap? With a mannequin donning a matching suit. ’can you dance? serious question’ She knew he was a horrible hexter, honestly. Not everyone replied as instantly as she did. Then again, not everyone lived with their quiv in immediate vicinity. She had a single moment of unsureness, but a quick conversation with Joy and then three follow-up conversations led her to the conclusion that she deserved better. So she put her phone down and looked at her dress and promptly abandoned it in favor of another idea. Another sketch appeared beautifully while she should have been paying attention in Arithmancy and merlin wasn’t it a miracle that Paisley Corner couldn’t kill her with a couple of well placed glares?
At least she wasn’t taking selfies or updating her Twad underneath the desk. She’d been in the middle of choosing the perfect comeback to something witty Niko said when she looked up. She found ‘dance’ before she found the rest of it. She spent too much time looking up at the art around the common room - even the stuff that wasn’t painted. It was easy to look over any of Lottie or Niko’s stuff or any other works of genius that belonged to her friends. There were some beautiful photographs up there. She’d watch those that broke out in dance or would make sculptures or solve problems like she would design sweaters. That’s where she got her inspiration when she was lacking. When she found it, she jumped to her feet. Cece would be lying if she said her heart didn’t leap up to her throat. She got giddy and half threw her arms around Jasper Kirke. “Oh my god, yes!” She might have been exaggerating, but she would swear that the common room started clapping. Like, everyone.
Ceres got to work immediately. The red dress was thrown in a corner. All of the other dresses people had asked for were put on hold. She had her design and kept what Jasper was wearing in mind. She almost died once she looked the two piece in the mirror. It took her all of ten minutes to do her makeup. The heels were like an afterthought, yet entirely necessary to complete her look. She’d long since learned to walk in heels comfortably and it wasn’t difficult to walk up the stairs. She also wasn’t afraid of falling on the dance floor. Even if she did, she knew Jasper was way too sweet to let her tumble or trip. The decorations were amazing and spot on. Especially with all the petals raining down on them. “All of it!” She reached up - even with her heels, Jasper was still taller than her - to pull a petal down. “Definitely dancing first, of course! We look hella good. Gotta show off. Also, like, no one is dancing and this music is bomb. Someone has to remind them it’s a dance.” She grabbed his sleeve and pulled lightly. That was a pretty gigantic dance floor that few were taking advantage of. That was lame and she was gonna fix it.
Post by Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy on Mar 5, 2018 15:57:53 GMT
Long Live the Walls we crashed through
I WAS SCREAMING, "LONG LIVE ALL THE MAGIC WE MADE" And Bring on all the pretenders One day we will be remembered
TAG: Anyone WORDS: 256 NOTES: Poor kid..
Scorpius pushed each of his arms through the long sleeve of his formal suit. Buttoning the buttons at the bottom of the jacket, he adjusted his red tie. He hadn’t bothered to ask anyone. He was too afraid of asking Rose and he didn’t really want to go with anyone else. That wasn’t to say he hadn’t tried. His attempts, however, fell flat. They failed, in fact, to reach Rose at all. Those attempts had died horrible deaths long before they could reach her, whether accidental or from Scorpius’ own fear. Scorp drifted out of the dungeon and up the stairs, wondering what the Great hall would look like today. It was supposed to be hyper romantic. Not that he had anyone to be romantic with. He pushed his hair aside with one hand and walked into the Great Hall. “Merlin’s beard.” He muttered. It was festive, to say the least. More so than he’d even expected. He wondered if Al would come. He hadn’t really talked to him about the dance. It hadn’t really… come up. Scorp wandered the room, his hands stuffed into his pockets and feeling incredibly awkward. He could just leave, right? Like, he saw his cousins but it wasn’t like he was exceedingly great friends with the rest of the group. And James looked like he’d had a bit much of… something. That would mean awkward laughs at jokes that probably weren’t that funny. No. Best stay over here by the wall where he might actually become part of the topiary.
The smell of coffee was very apparent in the dorms. Rose always had a cup with her and today was no different. She looked at herself in her mirror and sighed. She was not exactly a girlie girl. She didn’t have much of a fashion sense. Outside of her school uniform, Rose stuck to a simple pair of jeans and shirt. Her hair was always a mess and she hardly touched more than some mascara and maybe some eye liner. Today was definitely going to be different and Rose had to ask her cousins and friends for help. Her makeup was more than she was capable of, though, it was her decision to go with blue lips. Blue was the color she picked for this years dance. She wasn’t one for huge and overly extravagant things. She was simple and well, she chose a very simple dress. Heart cut, with straps and the skirt went past her knees. It wasn’t too long and not too short. It covered majority of her skin, but hugged her body in all the right places. It was more than an appropriate dress in her opinion, at least for herself.
Sadly though, not much could be done for her hair. She had a combination of her mother’s and father’s hair, leaving it alone was usually Rose’s best bet. The girl ran some hair product through her hair to tame the frizz and fly away pieces and pulled it all to fall over one shoulder. That was it. She wasn’t going to try any harder. She wasn’t sure about what else she could add, other than a necklace she got from her father and a pair of earrings the belonged to some girl in her family.
Once her shoes were strapped on, Rose was ready to go. The red head slipped her wand in a pocket she incorporated in the back of her dress near the zipper and was off.
There were so many students out and about, dressed in their best. Rose wasn’t sure to feel under dressed or over dressed compared to some. IN the end though, Rose decided that shouldn’t be her biggest issue. Once the girl entered the hall, her hazel eyes roamed the area. She saw some cousins having fun and some of her classmates too. There was no Albus though. Rose sighed, she wondered if he was even going to try and make an appearance. The redhead went to the end of the snack table and took a glass and filled it with punch. She looked up for a moment from her task and saw a blonde haired boy against the wall. Rose shook her head and decided to fill another cup. With both cups in hand, Rose made her way to Scorpius. When she got to him she offered up the love potion mess of a drink and smile. “Hey handsome, you look pretty lonesome.”
Post by Charlotte Longbottom on Mar 12, 2018 4:56:04 GMT
Call her naive, but Charlotte believed in fairy tails. She loved the idea of dresses and balls, quest and danger. She wanted memories. More than anything else. Maybe thats why she hatched this whole 'operation fairy tail ending' because it wasn't about her and Dom or her and Nate, it was about the three of them. How could she be happy knowing two of her closet friends didn't like each other. She knew realistically that she couldn't make people like each other or even tolerate each other. However, it wouldn't stop her from trying. Fiercely.
Before Dom could answer her rumbling Nate appeared and joked to her, making her crack a smile already. She could hope this would go well, After all what is the worst that could happen? "I'll behave if he does." Good. Okay this was good. She looked between the two and smiled, taking them both in. Damn her little heart, they both looked stunning and she deemed it was unfair that her friends were all so attractive. She nodded at Dom and raised a eyebrow questioning "Where Barbary? Shouldn't he be here by now?"
Looking over at Nate gave him a look and furrowed her eyebrows at him, nudging him slightly with her elbow, "I may be a klux but I am not that awful at dancing. I will blow you away I promise that." Nate knew how to push her buttons in a way that made her sense a challenge, one that she would never refuse. Soon however any challenge was whipped away as more people stumbled in and it seemed all Hogwarts was bouncing about.
People dancing, group laughing and talking and James Potter with slurred words and a girl under his arm. Life of the party himself. Lottie laughed at his words and accusation of being party poopers aside James looked well, gone simply. Of course this was certainly not the first time she had seen him toasted like this, but still it wasn't something she saw often. "Jameson!" she mimicked back at him laughing and shaking her head. "Funeral! We are just getting this party started, but it looks like you've been up to fun without us."
Not seconds later Andy showed up as well who also mentioned fun and when she complemented her she gave a playful curtsies at her friend. The Nott Twins were nothing alike but she loved spending time with both of them as much as possible. Looking between the group that was suddenly forming and her smile kept growing and growing. There are no princess or princes or quest and knights, but this was their own adventure and their own memories. Her cheery smile was unmovable as she cheerfully rang out to the group. "Lets get this party started! I'm going to get a drink, does anyone want anything?"
Post by Argus Narcissus Barbary on Mar 12, 2018 5:20:03 GMT
Why the fuck did he agree to this. Why. Note to self, never doing anything similar to being a 'favor.' However he already agreed and if he was going this far to get close to the only semi-attractive Weasley with a stick up her ass then, well he might as well see it through. Well, regardless of all the bullshit he was going to at least enjoy his night.
Walking in probably later than he should have, Argus lazily strolled into the overly decorated hall filled with squealing girls and ugh, dancing. Trivial and awful. It didn't take long to find his date, and as morbid as this all seemed up until now, he couldn't lie this evening may still have some hope in it looking at her. Tight. very tight. Merlin, he didn't know if he would be able to play this off all night as a friendly little outing but he still needed time because he knew he could get her. Dominique was know to be a bit of a prude, harsh, cold and unbreakable. Well Argus had never found a heart he couldn't break and intended to find out just how unbreakable hers was. Maybe, just maybe, even if he couldn't get it he might be able to loosen her up enough so someone who to quote 'didn't like her, not not at all'. Yeah right.
Before he made his way over he pulled out a silver flash from his inside coat pocket. One swig to get it over with, tucking it away he made his way over and nodded as he rolled next to Dom, Whatever words the little Brunette saying lost to his ears and his attention span. Lets take a roll check, Longbottom, Nott, Potter, Nott 2.0 and Weasley. "What a crowd we have going here." he said mostly to Dom, though uncaring if anyone else had heard. He was here because she asked him, not for anyone else. "You look nice by the way, I guess it was worth dressing up for." It wasn't a smile, it was a little knowing smirk that he gave her, remembering when she asked him. "So is this your next social change project? 'Help Hogwarts students learn to party?' Its truely a good cause, even if its all pointless and overly decorated."
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Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Mar 12, 2018 16:52:15 GMT
There's a certain sort of pride you can enjoy when you rock up to a party with Ceres Abercrombie on your arm. When a girl is that universally well-liked, admired and lusted over, you'd be mad if you didn't enjoy the way that people seemed to look at you. There was something fun in being recognised as being with her, even if, you know, he wasn't technically with her. And besides, she looked particularly gorgeous that evening - even more so than she usually did, in her diamante-encrusted lace and tulle. The lights bounced off her dress and skin and made her almost glitter and glow ethereally - Cece really was quite a stunning creature that Jasper never got tired of beholding, and he had no doubt that when this was all said and done, her look tonight would be haunting his artistic muse for some time to come. But it was the sort of prison Jasper was happy to be stuck in - being endlessly inspired by someone like Cece wasn't exactly a painful existence. Quite the opposite, actually.
"You do look very beautiful," Jasper said sincerely, looking his date up and down. "It's an honour to be the one hanging off your arm tonight." Jasper's face stretched into a happy grin when Cece agreed to dance with him, and with her arm snugly tucked in his own, he started to lead the girl across the Great Hall. "Excellent," he said, smiling down at her as they walked arm in arm. "I'm definitely in the mood to throw some shapes. These kids aren't ready for us."
They didn't have to manoeuvre past many other people to make it to the make-shift dance floor. Like Cece had said, there hadn't been too many students that had ventured out there just yet - most were mingling in groups like some of their friends not so far off. Jasper spared them all another look again as he and Cece were walking across the room. It was a motley crew, and even though Jasper was keen to go say hello to as many friends as possible, there was something that flipped uncomfortably in his stomach when he saw Nathaniel Nott stood over there with them. He'd probably have to leave it a little while before - but he obviously would go over there, eventually. Andy looked to fabulous for him to not to (that pink! He needed to tell her how amazing she looked) and it had been far too long since they'd had a good cuddle - he guessed he'd just have to do it when her brother wasn't lurking around as closely. Turning his attention back to the dance floor, it seemed there were so few people about that there was plenty of space for them to move around as much as they pleased. As far as Jasper was concerned, this was good news, because he'd always loved dancing at parties, and he was determined to have just as much fun at this one.
Turning to face his date face on, he untucked their arms and took hold of her hand instead, holding her out to twirl her in a dramatic fashion. Pulling her back in a little closer, he laughed and said, "I love this song, so I hope you're ready to groove with me - otherwise I'm definitely about to embarrass myself." As promised, Jasper started to dance with her, swaying and stepping with the music. After a few moments, he fumbled in the inner pocket of his jacket for a moment his hand dutifully ignoring his vape and little flask of alcohol (those were for much, much later in the evening, especially when the teacher's eyes weren't so obviously on him) eventually pulling out his Quiv. "Smiiile," he crooned, holding it up and snapping a picture of Cece. "We need everyone to know how much of a good time we're having tonight."
Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Mar 12, 2018 17:56:02 GMT
Merlin it was unbearable - honestly, truly unbearable - being so close to Nott sleazing all over her best friend. She knew that objectively he wasn't doing anything terrible, they were just talking, but it was testing her in all the wrong ways. She'd (somewhat) come to terms with the fact that Nathaniel Nott made her skin crawl, but she really still did not like that he was making her feel this way by moving in on Lottie. All of this just had 'bad news' written all over it. When a question was directed in Dom's direction, she answered carefully, doing her best to not let any of this inner dialogue she was having show in her voice. "I don't know, I said I'd just see him here," Dom said a little tersely, but shrugging in an effort to seem less tense. "I'm sure he'll be here eventually." And for the first time, Dom was actually thankful that she had a date to this thing - if only to act as a buffer between her and Nott and Lottie.
So the moment that her cousin stumbled upon the three of them, Dom felt a curious surge of affection for him. She was struggling to stay watching Lottie and Nott together in silence for too long, and James - thank goodness - had chosen that moment to come and gatecrash whatever moment they were having. She wasn't often this thankful for his loud presence, but this was one of those rare and beautiful moments that Dom was entirely happy to see him. That was, of course, until he opened his mouth and started talking, as always seemed to be the case with James Potter. She loved her cousin, she really did - Dom had never been the type of person to be good at expressing her love for other people, but she knew that she loved her family deeply and unequivocally - but Merlin, he really made it hard for her sometimes. She was really going to struggle keeping him in conversation when he was so drunk he was literally hanging off his date - and, Dominica? She bit back as a sigh as she watched him bent over in a fit of giggles with his date. It was going to be a long night.
It was rare that Dom had a drink - let alone got drunk - but she suddenly had the urge (read: need) to be just as wasted as her cousin was. It seemed like the only way she was going to get through this night without blowing a gasket.
Where was Miles when she needed him?
As per, Dom allowed Charlotte to take the social reins. Dom had never been afraid of speaking to people - she stood up every week in front of her group to lead, and had never once shied away from it - but in situations like this she always felt like she had nothing of note or interest to add to the proceedings. Charlotte had always been much better with parties and being social, and Dom had always been comfortable dutifully following by her side, and it seemed like tonight would be no different. Eventually, Andromeda Nott turned up, and Dom nodded in greeting to the girl, but sidling a little closer to James in the meanwhile out of instinct - it seemed the Notts were outnumbering her a little by Lottie's side, so Dom just naturally retreated to someone she knew a little better, no matter how out of it he was. "How much have you had to drink?" she murmured under her breath to him, awkwardly trying to stay out of his date's way, who seemed just as wasted as he was.
When Argus finally arrived, Dom allowed herself to heave a sigh of relief. "Hello," she said, immediately turning to him when he greeted them. Finally, someone she felt like she could have a comfortable conversation with who wasn't completely out of his mind drunk. She smiled politely when he complimented her outfit - it was a nice thing to say, even if she wasn't the sort of person who put too much stock in how others perceived her appearance. "Thanks," she replied, and responded in kind with, "You look really good too." It was a bit awkward, but then, Dominique Weasley was not a 'date' or a 'dance' kind of girl, and struggled for stuff to say when it wasn't in the name of a good cause. She was thankful then again, when Argus brought the subject back to WFABW, even if only very slightly. Dom huffed out a small amused laugh. "I don't think I'd be the best person to lead that kind of cause," she said. "Especially because I also think it's all a bit pointless too." She continued, quietly and leaning in so that only Argus could catch it. "Thanks for coming - I really appreciate the company."
Dom wondered slightly is she was the only one among them who found this whole thing desperately awkward - she wasn't sure, but she knew that she had to stick to people that she felt comfortable around, or this evening would quickly turn into hell. So when Charlotte announced that she was going to go get a drink, Dom was quick in her reply. "Me too please - I'll have a drink." She couldn't have Charlotte wandering off with no reason to come back.
