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.
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Post by Miles Phillip Fawcett-Vance on Mar 13, 2018 4:28:26 GMT
He didn’t make it a habit of wearing anything too fancy, unless he had to. It was only because he was used to having to – because his Ben was the previous Minister of Magic – go to events that he was even remotely prepared. It was just a Valentine’s dance and so it wasn’t supposed to be anything fancy, but then everyone tried to make it fancy. He wasn’t going to go – like his Ben, he believed school sanctioned events were created for the sole purpose of good publicity and that they were covering up for something they did wrong. He didn’t know exactly what that was, but he didn’t trust it. It was suspicious. Some were of the opinion it was to give everyone a chance to relax before the big exams, but then why didn’t they just lessen the amount of homework that they assigned? Not that he did any of it regardless. Miles didn’t like to do plenty of things that others did on the daily. But, he had seen the devilish look on St. Charles’ face and knew she had something up her sleeve. He knew Dom like he knew the back of his hand.
She was going to be unbelievably uncomfortable it would be funny of it wasn’t so cringy. On his part, he was fully content to just wait it out – to read some outlandish muggle book he had picked up and maybe take a nice nap. He fully expected most of his friends and housemates to get wasted. He’d volunteered to make sure no one threw up on themselves in their sleep – he kept his quiv on full volume to await incoming hexts. Then, he saw the disheartened look on one Evadne Fitzgerald and supposed he might help his friends out in person. After all, someone had to run interreference and make sure no one knew they were plastered. He could always lay a couple of well positioned conspiracy statements at the feet of whoever it was that chaperoning and get all of their attention. He was half famous for wrecking whatever lesson he found boring enough with his questions; derailing statements that were both fun and questioning. Because, for all that he liked to joke around and learn on his own, he did genuinely enjoying hearing whatever opinion his professors had to offer.
And so, he dragged himself up the stairs and pulled whatever fancy looking outfit he could find. Would it have been annoying to some to discover that he had dressed in a suit that he had worn before? Probably, but Eva wasn’t that type of girl and so he had no qualms about pulling down the sleeves of his suit. “Yo, Fitzy.” He had done a half-bow that was a little more mocking than he would have liked. “I need someone to accompany me to the dance – need to save a friend from a friend. Walk down with me?” But when they had gotten there, there had been too many people around his friends for him to feel like they really needed him. Not like someone else had needed him. He still sent both a hext if they needed anything and refocused his attention on the brunette who might. “Talk about over the top.” He rolled his eyes, but offered her his arm regardless. The way his dad taught him to for when he had to escort whoever’s-daughter into events. “Want punch…or something? Or see anyone you wanna see?”
Dom Weasley’s voice on his ears was like someone dragging unmanicured nails across an old chalkboard. Or like some savage dragging their silverware across a dinner plate because they were never taught to eat properly. Rather than really letting it get to him, he shrugged his shoulders and tried his hardest to smile and not smirk. Because he was supposed to be winning this unannounced competition against Weasley and he couldn’t smirk. Smirking was essentially akin to naming himself the bad guy; the one he definitely was but could not let on to. It was a miracle that Charlotte hadn’t seen him for what he was already; literally everyone else in the school all but knew that he was a jerk. Luckily, he didn’t have much time to incriminate himself or anything of the like before everyone else seemed to arrive at the party.
Perhaps it was unfair to say that the party was dead without them. That they were obviously the center of attention because their group doubled three minutes after he had come up on the two girls. There was Potter and his date. How the obnoxious Gryffindor managed to land such a babe as Giselle was beyond him. He might have whistled appreciatively – could have seen himself teasing her and trying to steal her away, if it weren’t for the date he had already procured, if accidentally. The problem with Giselle was that she was high maintenance and needy. It made perfect sense why the two of them were together for the event. It made no sense that Barbary had agreed to go with Dom; the two were so opposite on the spectrum that he had half a mind to ask Barbary if the reason he had gone with her at all was to find his way into his skirt.
Which, yeah, he had to give the Ravenclaw was an excellent enough reason. If it hadn’t been for her atrocious personality, Dom would be one of the lookers in their year. He had to admit that the redhead was talented and had a knack for getting things done that he admired. She was brilliant…except that, when she opened her mouth, he always wondered what it would be like to throw something at her face. “I mean, your sense of humor is like a funeral, Potter.” Nate deadpanned. As if he hadn’t also thrown stuff at plenty of the present people. Anything. Ink. A pen. Paper. Generally, in classes, it was scrunched up pieces of paper with a cutting comment. At Dom, often. He generally tried to reign it in whenever he was around other people; namely, his twin and Lottie. Mostly Lottie. It was hard to hide any brutal comments when most of them were made in passing to Andy. When she hugged him, it was easy to do a half-spin and raise her over the ground. Even when she was closer to his height in heels, she was an easy pick up. “Well, damn yourself, Andy.”
Though part of him gagged when she winked at Weasley. He almost said as much but caught the gleeful look on Lottie’s face and refrained from doing so. Instead, he found himself shoving a hand in his pocket and reaching for his own drink. Everyone knew that the punch was spike-able; it was only a matter of when it happened and who did it. If they wanted to get caught, it was up to them. “None for me, Lotsy. I brought my own flask.” He pulled it from his pocket, disguised as a bulky and outdated quiv. “How long before an afterparty breaks out? Some Slytherins are cooking up something in a hidden lobby in the dungeons.”
When Evadne had read the hext saying the Cece had made her a dress, she could have died from delight. Cece had great fashion sense and sewed so well! Everything she made was surprisingly comfortable and well fitted. As if by magic. (She chuckled at her own thought.) When she tried the dress on, she’d folded her arms over her bare midsection. “Are you sure this is appropriate?” Cece had, of course, shushed her and said she ‘looked like a mil’. Evadne wasn’t as confident as Cece but she could try. The dress certainly made her feel like a runway model. The vibrant red satin daring anyone to call it excessive, the tight skirt peeking out from under the high low flowing skirt, and the open back boosted her confidence considerably. She could wear this and flaunt what she had for one night and then go back to her typical clothes just fine. If a certain dark haired Slytherin happened to be there, she could hope that he liked what he saw. If not, she could have fun and flirt with other people! Who said she had to be constrained to one crush. Especially one crush that Ev was pretty sure barely noticed her as a girl. It hurt, of course, which irritated Evadne to no end. She understood emotions such as anger, happiness, jealousy, or fear. They were hardwired into the human body. But like those, hard wired into the body, was the desire to find a mate. Which sounded completely archaic and ridiculous but it was true. It wasn’t like she was actually looking for a mate. But that didn’t stop her from forming crushes on people who seemed so completely unattainable. Couldn’t her emotions have more consideration for her and at least have a crush on someone more aquireable? Evadne tossed her hair over her shoulder and applied her make up carefully. The red staining her lips matched the red of the dress she’d chosen. She rimmed her eyes softly with black and neutral tones so as not to overwhelm her look. Her hair, she curled and left down over her shoulders. Moving on to her dress, she slipped her arms through the arm holes. Her fingers deftly found the zipper and secured it followed by the hook and eye clips at the top. The skirt followed. Her heels were not so high as Cece’s were sure to be but Ev wasn’t as accustomed to the height. For a dance, she opted for ease of movement. Her wand slid into one of the pockets in the dress’ folds. Her attire completed, she carefully descended the stairs. Casting her eyes over the common room, she found couples everywhere. The boys were giving their gifts things and looking all cute. Oh merlin. She should have gotten Cece to get her a date. Oh this was embarrassing. All dolled up and going alone. No! It was fine! She was fine. She could do this! Evadne was pretty sure only one person in the world had ever called her ‘Fitzy’. She released an amused breath of laughter. “I’d love to.” She didn’t address his name because she didn’t feel like they were close enough for given names(also, he’d used her surname, if a bastardization of it), but she also thought that using his surname was awkwardly long. She suspected people found her own surname to be annoyingly long as well. Upon arriving to the event, the group they located seemed large. She located two of her cousins amidst the cacophony of people. As Miles pulled out his quiv, she did the same and sent a hext to Cece wondering where she was. Ev slid the device back into a pocket. She laughed as he rolled his eyes. “Tell me about it. This is crazy! I’m slightly terrified we’ll see Peeves flying around with a bow and arrows!” Her eyes darted around the room comically. “Oh, sure! Punch sounds great. Cece is around here somewhere with Jasper.” She said as she took his offered arm. “I’m not exactly the most social person in the world so most of my friends consist of cousins and people who are basically cousins. And I’m sure quite a few of them won’t be here. Not their scene.” She chuckled, letting him lead her to the refreshment table.
Post by Ceres Selene Abercrombie on Mar 22, 2018 5:58:30 GMT
The glistening and twinkling lights were almost too much for her to handle. Almost. They were just the perfect amount of beautiful and cliche; all of the decorations were, really. She lived for this. There were few areas she felt more at home. Was it disconcerting that the professors had managed to make this area what it was? Yes. The professors, or what she knew about them, were hardly the types to be so romantic. It said something about their desire to be out that so many people turned up. And dressed to the nines to boot. She lamented Niko's desire to not be here, yet it was so plainly obvious that her sister did not belong with this motley bunch. Cece was no stranger to dressing up. To being overly dressed up and accentuating her features. Not many matched her over the top nature, but there were serious contenders. There were the normal cohorts - her cousins and Dominique and Charlotte. She might have insisted on near over the top compliments if James and, ugh, Grimaldi weren't there. Nate was also a reason not to bounce their way, as she didn't need her gift to know he was being antagonizing.
She only needed to see the company he kept. She knew that her cousin lived to torture Dom Weasley, who was at the here with Argus? That seemed like a fun story. Hopefully, Andy would keep Nate from being snarky and Dom could enjoy herself. Maybe relax and not be so uptight. As far as she was concerned, all of these worries were icky and she need only concern herself with her handsome date. So she let Jasper lead her to the dance floor and laughed. Because he was right. “They will never be ready!” She swayes and moved her arms. Shook her butt. In a classy way. Among her many talents, dancing was not as high on the list. But, she never cared about embarrassing herself. Only having fun! And over Jasper’s very nicely shaped shoulders, she spotted Ev and...Miles Vance-Fawcett? Unexpected, what with Ev pinning after Albus like the Potter brothers were worth their weight in salt. But also great because she looked like a million. It was like an ego boost, honestly. Dancing around, moving her hips and noting that there were girls dressed in her dresses. This was fun.
She didn't see Joy and she knew Niko wasn't coming, but nothing changed the knowledge that this was going to be the most talked about event at Hogwarts for at least weeks. Before the Gryffindors or the Slytherins threw their next party. It was more like groups of people trying to see who could screw with who and almost always ended with someone crying. Sometimes, with someones throwing up. Never Cece. She prided herself off of passing out in her dorm before she ever threw up. Or made sure that someone was there before she let loose. No one liked a messy Melissa, Grimaldi, okay? It was cool to let loose but not be so far gone that you ruined the fun for everyone else. Or maybe it wasn't fair to be so salty and uptight. Maybe she should shoot a nice hext; let James know that he cleaned up nicely. Or. Or the better option would be to allow Jasper to twirl her around and make her feel like a princess. Maybe it was letting Professor Morris know that not many people could pull off a look like that, but he made it work. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about the suit on anyone else or the shorts. It was just formal enough to work. Yes, that was something she'd prefer. She'd stay and dance and let loose all the stress building up in her temples.
She was no stranger to having visions at the most inopportune moments. It would be so like her to have one in the middle of dancing, so it was best to avoid any headaches. She generally liked to see the small stuff - to make sure that nothing was going to surprise her, but that took the fun out of this being a party. She didn’t want to see what great of a night she was going to have. “I mean, who cares if we embarrass ourselves?” She laughed, doing a makeshift version of the shuffle. It was harder to do in heels than when she was wearing flats or even wedges, but not impossible. “I don’t and, hopefully, you don’t! No one else matters, right?” At least not in her book. Now, if it had been Niko who said things to her, that would be different. If it was her cousins or her best friends, that was what might get her. But, they loved her and knew how she was. “Yes! Selfie.” She didn’t mind that he caught her off guard. There was no such thing as a bad selfie - the unexpected ones just had some sort of artistic thing. “You! You’re way too good looking to not have a million of yourself.”
Valentine’s Day. He remembered last year, he spent this day with Ev. And then year before that. Well, he picked a girl who was being bullying at the time and spoiled her for the day like he did every year before that. It was usually just him celebrating with a new friend and making someone’s day. Ev was a test run in love. It didn’t turn out to be the romantic kind. But it was still love. Platonic. This year, he was hoping for the romantic kind. He wanted to ask a certain blonde. But every time he had a chance or everything he thought something magical up, he just chickened out. He couldn’t get himself to just do it.
He then remember it very clearly. Heavens. Ceres made a huge deal about it in the common room. Jasper stepped up. He saw them hug and her acceptance. Francisco’s whole demeanor just fell, right then and there. He tried to ignore everyone in the common room after that. He just allowed his head to fall forward onto the table he was at and left it there. He felt completely and utterly defeated. Apparently, it wasn’t too late to ask Ceres. But he was sure it was too late to ask anyone else. And in all honesty, he didn’t want to ask anyone else.
Getting ready for the dance was unmotivating. He had a nice suit. It was an off white with gray accents. It was actually one of his favorite suits. But he was excited about wearing it as he usually was. He pulled the pieces of clothing on. Maybe he could skip this dance. It wouldn’t be a big deal. It wasn’t exactly mandatory. He looked at himself in the mirror. But it was his last year. He had to live it up right? Francisco just shrugged a bit while he buckled on his watch. He decided he’ll be there just for, maybe an hour or so and then head back. He could handle an hour right?
The boy didn’t bother shaving and all he did to his hair was put in some product. There wasn’t really anyone left to impressed and really, he wasn’t going to be the person to force himself into the limelight.
Francisco grimaced looking at all the decorations. It was definitely over the top, a party that wouldn’t be easily forgotten. He picked at the cuffs of his suit and stretched his neck a bit. He was more than uncomfortable. The young man sighed and let a Bulgarian curse slip before actually entering the hall. He could potentially hang out with the other seventh years. He basically grew up with them, hell, some were even his family. But he didn’t feel like making his way over to them.
His blue eyes continued to search the crowd. Eve was there. And with Miles? Bloody hell. He wouldn’t even be able to bug her if she had a date. That’s when his eyes fell on Ceres dancing with Jasper. He r hand over his face. Punch. He was going to get punch. He picked the closes table and grabbed a filled cup. He took the cup in one full swing hoping, it was spiked with something a bit stronger. What he got in return, wasn’t the buzz he was expecting.
He didn’t know how to describe it, but what he felt for the blonde seemed even stronger than before. All his thoughts just turned to her. He felt a bit manic. Maybe his anxiety was building up. No. He needed to talk to her. He needed her to notice him. Who cares if Jasper was there? They weren’t a thing really. They were just dates. Francisco still had a chance to sweep her off her feet. The brunette left his cup on the table and strolled up to the couple. They were looking at some pictures they apparently just took. He pulled a smile on his face. “Hufflepuffs!” Why? Not even he knew. “Ceres I have to say you are looking even more gorgeous than normally.” He glanced at Jasper. “Hey buddy.” He said quickly before putting his attention on the blonde. Normally he would have never went up and addresses them like this. But right now he didn’t feel normal.
Just the sight of Rose sent thrills of excitement through him. Merlin, she was exceptionally gorgeous. Her lips distracted him more than usual with their jarring blue hue. He had to remind himself not to stare at her lips because that would be weird. It would probably also make her uncomfortable and he had no intention of doing so. He glanced away quickly as she started filling a glass with punch. She was at just such an angle that he would easily be spotted staring. When he glanced back, she was already walking his way, two glasses of punch in her hands. Scorpius’ heart pounded as she neared. Merlin that dress fit her well. No staring now, Scorp. He always found her beautiful but tonight she was downright sexy and he was having trouble keeping his mind in an appropriate place. But he would do it. And so, he refused to check her out further. He would look at her eyes. Her gorgeous, playful blue eyes. If only she actually meant handsome when she said it that way. But it was just a term. He took the offered drink. “Hey yourself. I’m surprised you found me. I’ve been practicing blending into the topiary. I thought I’d finally achieved ficus state.” He snapped his fingers in disappointment. Scorp took a sip of the punch, savoring the sweetness. He took another drink. “No date to complete your outfit?” He teased with a grin. A strange feeling crept from his middle out. It ended in his head where it settled like a stalking cat. Thoughts filled Scorpius’ head that he typically wouldn’t think. Not about Rose. No. About himself. He could see himself as he wanted to be. He was amazing. He freaking rocked. LIke…. There was no reason Rose wouldn’t want to date him. There was no reason any girl wouldn’t want to date him. “Killer outfit, by the way. Not something I expected to see you in but you really make it work for you.” He winked. Did he really wink? Yes. He did. Because he was bloody desirable. “You want to dance?” He asked, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.
Post by Jasper M. Kirke on Mar 30, 2018 13:28:43 GMT
Hey look now - Jasper wouldn't ever be the sort of person to stand up and say he was a good dancer. He wasn't - really. That was Christian's department - he always put the rest of them to shame when he got going on a dance floor. He had the enviable connection with his body that gave him a kind of effortless grace in his movements that all the people around him seemed to lack, Jasper included. But even so, Jasper liked to think he moved well enough - probably better now that Christian was nowhere in sight to show him up. But all this being said, he wasn't a bad dancer either. Jasper was carefree enough not to have the sort of hang-ups some of the rest of the Hogwarts student body had about letting loose in front of the rest of the school - he knew himself and his body well enough not to care about that sort of thing, and more than that he just liked to have fun - and bouncing around to his favourite songs and letting yourself go to the music with your close friends was Jasper's idea of a good time time.
"That's what I like to hear," Jasper half-shouted enthusiastically to his date over the loud music as they danced together. Anyone who was just as willing to throw themselves into a good time was a good partner in his books. The brief pause they had for pictures only made his heart swell a little more. She was a sweet one, that Ceres Abercrombie. Jasper wasn't always the one for photos of himself - his nose was large and took up too much of his face, his curls had a tendency to stick out in a way that didn't look as handsomely dishevelled as Christian seemed to pull off, and his smile was crooked enough to make him look unbalanced. He wasn't the sort to dwell too long thinking on those kinds of things, because dwelling on things that made him sad made Jasper want to run and hide - he tried generally to throw himself into stuff without addressing those insecurities to avoid thinking on anything too hard. So when Cece asks for a selfie, he takes a selfie (besides, a voice somewhere in the back of his head mutters, no-one will be paying attention to you if she's in the photo). Smiling, he turned the Quiv back on the two of them, to snap some shots of them together.
Jasper wasn't all too bothered being interrupted a few moments later - he was happy to see Cisco's bright and smiling face joining them on the dance floor, and he greeted the boy with enthusiasm as he caught sight of him making his way to them. "'Sup dude!" Jasper greeted him back kindly, with a bright smile of his own. He hadn't particularly expected to see him, but Jasper so enjoyed the company of his fellow Hufflepuffs that he didn't really question his presence - that was, until he noticed the way Francisco's eyes barely made it over to him in greeting before they were locked back on Cece. It made Jasper pause for a second, but not uncomfortably. He couldn't blame him, in all honesty, given how beautiful Cece, her outfit paired with her happy smile and twinkling eyes. There was maybe a moment where he thought to himself whether it was normal dance etiquette to come up to a couple at the dance and compliment the girl, while mostly ignoring her date - but Jasper dismissed this fleeting thought almost as quickly as it came to him. He wasn't dating Cece, so who flirted with her wasn't really his business. Jasper smiled indulgently as he let his eyes flit between the two of them - they were sweet together.
Post by Ezra A. Morris on Apr 2, 2018 20:39:40 GMT
Realistically, what wasn't there for Ezra Morris to love about this event? Love? Check. Gaudy decorations? Check. Music and lots of dancing? Check. The opportunity to wear an outrageous but completely fabulous outfit? Check. In fact - double check that last one, because that was really the most important thing of all. Events are all well and good if you can do fun things at them like drink and dance, but really - what was the point if you looked like an absolute drab? It changed the whole vibe of your day and night, depending on what you wear, and being a professor there weren't all to many occasions where it was acceptable to wear the sort of thing that he would like to wear, given the choice. He supposed he'd been spoiled really, all those years of casual apothecary jobs in a city that couldn't care less about what you dressed yourselves in. God, if only these kids knew - a bright pink short suit was honestly tame compared to some of the things he'd worn out in public in his day. Ezra had to suppress somewhat of a sigh - sometimes he forgot he was old and no-one would want to see that much of his flesh anymore. He was doing everyone a favour really by wearing something as demure as this.
Either way, he was basically buzzing with anticipation as he bounced around the Great Hall in the early hours of the dance. There weren't many teachers who were exactly thrilled to be chaperoning a school dance, but Ezra honestly couldn't have been more delighted. Mostly because teenagers were hilarious, and he was definitely going to have fun watching drama unfold between his students in hilarious ways - but also because it was exactly the kind of environment he thrived in: loud, busy, and surrounded by people dancing in fancy outfits. As it was, he was on walk round the perimeter of the room, and having a nosey at the newest arrivals as the dance seemed to be finally getting into full swing. Already he'd witnessed a tearful break-up between two second years who'd been dating for two days, followed by each of the couple immediately getting over it and dancing with their friends and finding new people to try and have fun with. Just...wow. Young love. Ezra could only dream of being that young and able to bounce back like that. He was witnessing truly inspiring stuff this evening.
He was coming to the end of his circle of the hall - sneaking past a couple of fifth years who thought they were being subtle by dancing very closely in a corner ("Careful you two," he'd said, not breaking his step as he flounced by. "Leave room for Jesus.") - until he was finally back near the doors again, unable to stop bopping along to the music as he neared some of his fellow 'chaperones' for the evening. "God I bloody love this song," Ezra said as he neared Val. "What are the odds of me getting you to dance with me before the night is up? Are we waiting for the little ones to go to bed? There might be hip thrusting which is probably inappropriate for a first year to witness."
Post by James Sirius Potter on Apr 6, 2018 15:39:38 GMT
James didn’t quite feel the tightening of Giselle’s grip around his elbow (he was also focused on keeping his balance for the pair of them as they were doubled over in snorts of laughter), but he theatrically slipped his hand behind her and shot her towards the side of his body, his hand sliding somewhere around her lower back that could be considered sloppily scandalous. It didn’t appear that Giselle had any sensitivity to the location of her body, thankfully, but she was also quite disinterested in the group at large, her neck poised to look somewhere past James’ jaw toward a group of Ravenclaw quidditch players some distance off, a smile that balanced somewhere between beautiful and crazed still giggling off her manicured features.
“Jameson is right, Chee Chee…” James said, wafting a hand around in the air in some sort of attempt at a majestic bow, ending in a side-stepped save from toppling over and to the ground. Giselle squealed with the unexpected movement, her attention toward the other side of the room now broken, having to balance the hand of the arm behind her date’s back on his closest shoulder. She’s readjusted to Nathaniel Nott in her direct line of sight, which spawned a cheeky smile and finger-wiggle wave. James, who seemed to have disassociated the fact that there was a girl he had pinned to his side, straightened up to a cousin who’d come a bit closer to him. Her question made him guffaw, and he leaned back slightly toward her ear. “What haven’t I had to drink tonight.” He hiccupped unexpectedly at the end of his sentence, rubbing the left side of his nose furiously with his index finger. “You should have some too. Bottoms up, Weasley.”
He’d barely recovered from that particular bout of laughter when Andromeda Nott entered their little circle, perhaps bringing the entirety of the hazy glow of the room with her, as it seemed to like the softness of her hair and her ankles being revealed beneath the fullness of her skirt. James scowled a mixture of disbelief and faux frustration, residual laughter still seeping through, clapping his free hand to his chest as if he’d been shot clean through his sternum. “Merlin, Nott,” he shook his head. “Dress like this from now on and you could get Hogwarts to do whatever the fuck you want.” Giselle had pursed her lips at Andy’s swift entrance, her eyes jetting up and down the girl’s outfit, out of what could only have been jealousy, as it was becoming increasingly obvious that she had increasingly less intention of paying attention to anything James said.
I’ll…we’ll be there, Giselle said to Nate, not shifting her eyes from him as she stepped sideways from James, eyeing the flash he held in his hands. She followed Charlotte towards the drink table, winking at the Nott boy before changing course toward the group of Ravenclaws she’d been looking at earlier. James’ free hands were already in his pockets; he didn’t seem to care where she’d gone off to. Actually, he seemed to be only to half-focus on one concept at a time. “Ahhh..ye olde quiv flask. Niiiiiiiice.
His glazed eyes wandered for the first time beyond his compatriots, a hand raised in half-hearted hello to Argus Barbary, then lingering on the blonde shine of Andy Nott’s hair, before dispatching toward a group of people moseyed around the dance floor. His nose twitched at the sight of Cece, beaming in an outfit of sparkling white that exposed the slightest bit of midriff. Without question, it was something she’d made herself, and it fit her perfectly. His hands were fumbling in his slack pockets for his quiv, and when finally found he thumbed out a message that he thought would convey the knots in his stomach and the nerves in his chest.
I see u looking at me
Well, he hadn’t, of course. But this would totally get her to look at him, right? There were a few moments of wobbling on the spot, not paying much attention to his group at large, watching as the captain of the Hufflepuff Team waltzed up to them, her and Kirke and the others. Bouncing on the heels of his feet, he squeezed the quiv in his palm, lighting up the screen for another hext.
you look so hot tonight
As the quiv slid back into his pocket, he straighted the lapels on his jacket, feeling quite proud of himself. He was cooler than a cucumber in an ice box. Even realizing that Giselle was no longer floating somewhere beside him, everything was totally under control…until he heard a distinct whizzing in his right ear…right before he got knocked back off his feet and set skidding across the floor and toward the drink table.
Who knew how long Peeves had been hovering around the ceilings near the drink table, but from the stained pink of the cackling tongue that was wagging at James as he swooped back to the ceiling, it could only be assumed that he’d been downing Valentine’s punch as if it was blasting into his mouth like a firehose. "Jamesy Potter, so handsome, so handsome!" Peeves sang as he bounced around in the air above James’ head, batting his eyelids so rapidly that it he could have been considered to have some sort of ailment. Some younger years that had been grouped around the drink table, who’d skittered out of the way of James’ projectile of a body, had dropped their veneer of nervousness and were releasing a steady stream of nervous laughter.
"You remind me so much of your grandfather, Potty Potter. So charming, so chiseled, so cheeky! Be mine, Valentine!” Sweeping close to the ground again, James rolled out of the way, having had no chance to get to his feet. Frazzled, he looked back to the group he’d just been knocked away from, mouthing, what the fuck? with wide, confused eyes. Peeves was now flying backwards, blowing kisses in the direction of the object of his affection, around whom a small queue had appeared to stare, but most of all to laugh.
It look him a moment, but he finally scrambled to his feet, absolutely incapable of processing what had unfolded. A sober person would be confused. As he brushed off his suit coat, he shoved past a few younger years on his way back to his friends, ducking slightly and looking behind him for fear of another attack. The song had just changed on the dance floor, an upbeat tune, the perfect segue way for him to slide back into the circle between Andy and Nate, where his stature indicated he was more taking shelter than a place in line. “What the fuck was that? And before you say anything,” he turned to Nate specifically, frowning and elbowing him in the side, preparing early for any wise-ass words. “Fuck you.”
Today already had the makings of a great night. She had most of her favorite people there. Charlotte curtsied to her and Andy couldn’t help but returned when Nate finally put her down. In all honesty in their current group, Charlotte and Nate were probably her favorites, though she cared and was friends with the others. Well, Dominique was someone she was working on, though she’d never say that out loud. That blonde had a mind of her own and she was more than positive the Nott’s weren’t favorite on her list, even though Andy gave her no reason not to trust. She even was involved with her little club without being totally involved.
Andy flicked some of her hair out of her face when James caught her attention. She didn’t know what to think of him anymore. He was definitely someone she looked up to and enjoyed having around. But this year was different. He was quickly passing her up on partying level. Even she wasn’t that bad. He gave up his quidditch position and went heavily in to her world. Andy almost didn’t recognized him. She also hardly saw him anymore. It made some things harder. But Andy was dealing. She had a life to live and she wasn’t going to live it pining over someone who was slowly deraveling and clearly not interested in her.
Her eyebrows creased together in confusion. What was he talking about? He had most of the school wrapped around her finger. She glanced at her attire before glancing at Nate. Andy shrugged. “Thanks?” Andy wasn’t sure how to handle that. It wasn’t exactly the compliment she’d wanted James to pay her. He was drunk, probably high, and honestly, he was sort of acting like an ass. Andy pulled her attention away from James and looked over the crowd.
Her eyes fell onto Jasper and his date. She smiled, he was one guy who deserved a fun night out. She also wondered if he had anything good in his pockets. He always had the good stuff. She looked at Cece and her smile soften. She deserved a good night too. Cece had a lot going on in her life and Andy knew it. She tried to give Cece a good time when she could. Everything was a show for that girl. But it wasn’t much different in Andy’s life either.
When Andy’s attention came back to their group James was gone. She didn’t think much about it. She just smiled and decided to look around for someone who she might be able to have her own fun with. Or at least someone who was solo and was interested in a high. After a couple of moments, James was back and obviously having some sort of issues. She raised her eyebrows up and looked at the direction he came from. “You’re apparently a wanted man, Potter.” She moved a few steps away from him, before stepping back, “I’m getting a drink.” She said not looking at either her brother or James.
Andy half danced her way to the table. Once she was there she poured herself a cup and took a sip. She felt a little warm before she felt her attention for James melt away. Her interest in him disappeared and her interest in someone else surfaced. She placed her glass down and her eyes quickly looked for someone who she really wanted to spend her time with. Andy located the Weasley and practically skipped over to her. She honestly had no plan, she just wanted to be near the girl.
Post by Miles Phillip Fawcett-Vance on Apr 6, 2018 20:28:05 GMT
Was he sober enough for this? He looked at the over-the-top decorations. All the people that were socially conditioned to dress up - Merlin, even he had done so. He felt it all the way in his guts. Gross. This was gross. Fact of the matter was that he was entirely too sober for these festivities. It sucked that it took coming down all this way for him to realize that. Whatever. He could make the best of this situation. If not, he could send a hext to a certain Abercrombie and have her run him some things. Or he would bombard her with memes. Not even good ones that were going to make him laugh. Instead, he was going to send them all sorts of useless, gross and completely outdated pictures that weren’t even going to be funny. They were going to be so old and irrelevant. They weren’t even going to be funny and they were going to take so long to load...with just the right amount of curiosity that she wasn’t going to be able to resist. Then again, none of that was going to matter if he let loose and relax. Truth was that Miles could count the number of his friends on two hands and that was if he tried and reached and counted his acquaintances. Ravenclaws were a weird sort of mix - on one hand, they all understood each other and were generally friendly. On the other hand, you had those types of students who were cut-throat intelligent.
The kind of smart that was brilliant because they were brilliant but also awful because they ruined it. They used their intelligent for not-so-intelligent means and it was a waste. An honest waste. Evadne Fitzgerald, he thought, might be a little like that. He didn’t spend much time with her - okay, any. She was the type of girl that seemed high strung and she also wasn’t in Wizards. Dom essentially demanded that it take up a huge part of his life on her merits alone, let alone what he felt about it personally. She studied and did her homework. When Miles had been younger and didn’t quite grasp how the government worked, he had genuinely asked his Ben if there was a reason he hadn’t taken over Hogwarts and banned homework. Mostly because he spent a nice amount of time in Diagon Alley during the summers, dodging paparazzi by sitting with student-appearing individuals and discussing with them the finer aspects of not doing homework. And when his Dad decided that he fancied being on the Board of Governors, he brought it up again. And was then told that that wasn’t how it worked. That homework was necessary and needed because it helped certain people learn. Which was ridiculous because he had never managed to learn that way and didn’t think that he ever would, but who was he to judge the way other people learned? Except Evadne consistently did her homework, which seemed like a tragedy because she could be doing a bunch of other things.
Like not doing her homework, which seemed like a good enough plan for him. People seemed to think that because he wasn’t the latter type of Ravenclaw - the one that would sooner cut people down for their educational levels of achievement - that he was some sort of nutty person. They didn’t seem to notice just how observant he was. Like how Fitzy’s entire body language was screaming how uncomfortable she was.Not with herself or her outfit - if anything, her entire ensemble was a tribute to what made her comfortable. And she looked great. Definitely worth stealing off into a hallway and snogging the skirt off of her, consent allowing. But, Miles also knew that he was not her type. And she wanted to go to this big socially mandated event and have a ball. Not a physical ball, but the metaphorical one where she was going to be able to look back on this night in three weeks or three years and think of it fondly. Maybe it sucked a bit that she was relegated to having to go with a guy like him, but she’d accepted and he was his own brand of fun. If one that took a little getting used to. “I think Peeves is too busy bothering James Potter, so we should be fine. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? You fall in love?” He snorted and tries not to let his feet drag. Or shove his hands into his pockets. “All my friends are over there in that group that’s way too big for a dance. I just wanna know why they’re just standing there.”
Rose was usually not the person to go looking for a date. She was usually so involved in her studies, she didn’t think it was super important. But she did hope someone would have asked her. Actually, if she were to be honest with herself, she hoped Scorpius would have asked her. Though you’d never get her to admit it. He was her friend and her cousin’s best friend. Not to mention a Malfoy. She’d be commiting treason, right? The red head girl smiled at her friend and took a step closer to him. “I’d be able to find you anywhere, especially looking like this. You look incredible, really.” She said paying him an actual compliment, one that made her blush. She wasn’t usually one to flirt or do that sort of thing. But it couldn’t hurt. And it was Valentine’s Day. She had to try. Or at least she told herself she needed to. Rose noticed the blue tie he was wearing and let a smile fall on her face.
She picked up his tie and shrugged a little. “Looks like you’re the date that would be perfect to complete my outfit.” She let his tie drop before fixing it a little bit. Rose looked back up at the blonde and then tilted her up. She gave him a confused look. Killer outfit? It definitely was something she wouldn’t have picked out if it weren’t for the dance. She looked down at her dress and automatically felt self conscious about her decision. It was so weird that he made her feel that way. And then there was that wink. What was going on with him? Rose tossed back her drink. She hoped it was spiked, she wasn’t sure how she’d deal with Scorpius and his sudden odd behavior. When she looked back at Scorpius, she felt a sudden loss of attraction. It had to be because of his behavior, right? But then she saw a Ravenclaw walk in. Her eyes stayed on him until he ended up in a group with their year. She glanced back at Scorpius. Rose shook her head. Her eyes went back onto Argus. “I want to dance with him.” She sighed lovingly, but didn’t move quite yet. She was hoping to make eye contact with him first before walking over.
Post by Tobin "Toby" Hugo on Apr 14, 2018 10:29:42 GMT
He hadn’t managed to find a date for the dance that night: not that he hadn’t wanted to, but hadn’t really been able to fit in finding someone around prefect patrols and his alchemy project for NEWTs. He hadn’t been particularly worried, sure that he’d be alright for companions once he got there, and had been vaguely thinking he’d head down with his friends. Of course, that had failed when Jasper had secured himself a date, and Baggy and Christian had disappeared to do… well, whatever it was that Baggy and Christian had disappeared to do. Toby figured he probably didn’t want to know.
Toby had hoped for a couple of hours between finishing his work for the day and leaving for the dance and had very vaguely hoped to have a quick soak in the prefect’s bathroom in that time, but a glance at his watch dashed that quickly. It was already seven thirty, and he needed to get down to the common room and change. He sighed, and gathered up his assorted parchment and quills, slotting them all (they just fit, thank Merlin) into his satchel. The baths would have to wait.
He reached his dorm in record time - the journey between it and the library was familiar enough now, and the corridors pretty empty. Tugging on his suit (Andrew’s suit, technically), he glanced at his quiv. Nothing. Hopefully, that meant none of his friends had managed to do anything too ridiculous - yet. The night was young. With a glance in the mirror (the suit was too long, but nothing a quick charm couldn’t fix) and a ruffle of his hair, Toby slipped into his shoes, grabbed his wand, and headed to the dance.
The sound of music and chatter started in the corridors almost immediately upon leaving the common room and got louder and louder as he hurried along. Toby couldn’t help but grin - he couldn’t remember Hogwarts doing anything like this before, and he was excited to see so many students having a good time together for once.
When he reached the Great Hall he paused, scanning the room, not quite sure where to start. A couple of younger students floated past him, drinks overspilling, and that decided it. First, punch.
Post by Ceres Selene Abercrombie on Apr 14, 2018 21:47:52 GMT
Cece was a regular at most of the Hogwarts events; both the official and unofficial ones. She didn’t like to turn down any invitations to all the shindigs, even if she didn’t accept the individual ones. At the social events she went with her Mama, dancing was something you did in order to get closer to someone to talk business. Even then, the older generation still preferred slow dances and more complicated routines she had to pick up. And she did, pick them up. That wasn’t to say that it was better, but she certainly knew them better. The great thing about her generation, she fervently believed, was that they cared just a little less about the norm and were better capable of letting loose. Of believing in the motto, ‘I’m here for a good time, not a long time.’ or something. They were more flexible in what was normal. Well, maybe not everyone from the old gang believed in the old things because Professor Morris and Professor Lafayette. No other explanation was needed. It wasn’t that she was a mess and partied all the time; she was a social creature who enjoyed being out with people. Admittedly, she did care about what people thought...sometimes.
Because it made a difference to what she would want to do, but not at a dance. Not when their only job, at the moment, was to let loose. It was why Jasper was the perfect partner. Why he was such a sweet hype man who deserved to be in all of the pictures and, honestly, have a couple of people fight for him. She would never be able to pull off his curls, but damn if it didn’t make her want to tangle her nails in it and see if it were anywhere as near as soft as she often thought they were. It was tempting to just reach for it; to ask him if it was okay if she just manhandled his hair. He wasn’t the conventional kind of attractive; not like some of the blokes he spent most of his time with, but he certainly had redeeming qualities. Like how, on a whole, his entire personality was entirely more attractive than her cousin and also Barbary at the same time. Who cared if her selfie made her look a little blurry if it meant that Jasper got the proper filter to showcase him as the cutie that he was?
It didn’t matter that the light in her quiv blinked at her with a telling light that she had another text. She didn’t need to pull down the notification to know who it was from, either. She could guess exactly who it was. Cece had half a mind of actually answering - of acknowledging that he was texting her while they were both on dates with other people. That wouldn’t be fair to Jasper. She was putting her quiv up when Jasper greeted another familiar voice. Very few people at Hogwarts, once they got to know her, insisted on calling her Ceres. Most everyone agreed that she was Cece, reserving Abercrombie for her much beloved twinster. She turned towards the smiling older teen with a brief look of surprise. Most of the Hufflepuffs got along with each other; it made little sense to them to fight. So it wasn’t unlikely that some would greet them. Just a little weird. “Aww, thank you, Cisco!” She beamed at the compliment and did an over exaggerated curtsy, finishing up and siding up next to Jasper. “I owe a bunch of it to my wonderful partner for the night. I couldn’t look this beautiful without him being so handsome.”
She meant it so sincerely. Very few men, she believed, had the capability of pulling off such an intense color. She loved white, but also hated how easily it got dirty. “Are you here with anyone?” She asked, to make her mind step away from design and appreciate how he, Cisco, looked.
She glanced towards where James had been before, only to see the drama unfolding. The tiniest of satisfied smirks crossed her lips. “How fortunate for us.” She commented before turning her attention back to Miles. She laughed at his off handed comment of falling in love. Her mind turned for a moment to a dark haired young man who she barely knew but still managed to have feelings for. But feelings didn’t mean she couldn’t be distracted. Even with his reputation and the rumors about him and Dominique Weasley, he might help her in that department to night. “Haven’t you heard? Dances aren’t meant for dancing. They’re meant to let people come to a social setting and interact and wear fancy clothes.” Her tone was posh but in a mocking way. Sure, she loved dressing up and coming to these things, but somethings were a little annoying. Like the distinct lack of desire to dance. Ev loved dancing. Not that she was particularly skilled at it, but her mother had ensured that she at least be able to dance passably well with anyone who knew what they were doing. They reached the table and Ev took a glass. Glancing back at the big group, she saw her cousin had split away from the group and had just taken a punch as well. Ev almost called out a greeting, but her cousin’s demeanor had changed somehow. Almost… perky? Well. She was always perky. But… Ev shrugged it off, placing the rim to her lips and drinking deeply of the punch. No alcohol. How strange. But an underlying flavor… she couldn’t place it. Maybe it was just the punch? But no. She swore softly, puzzling the pieces together. “Don’t drink-” And then she just didn’t care. She didn’t really care that her dress didn’t cover half of what it should. She was just interested in finding out more about Miles’ friend who always dropped by Ravenclaw. The one he was rumored to be dating. Not that she was interested in Weasley romantically. She just found her amazing and needed to get to know her better. But that wasn’t going to happen now, because Weasley was surrounded by the huge crowd Miles had just mentioned. But Miles knew her. Miles could tell her all about her. Setting down the glass of punch, she turned her attention back to Miles. “You and Weasley met in your first year, right?” She mused casually.