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Post by Cove Bentley on Apr 1, 2007 13:26:21 GMT -5
Matt grinned at the others, turning back to his girlfriend as they walked off. "Dancing it is, then..." He leaned down and briefly kissed her before she was walking away from the entrance, his hand in hers. He smiled, looking at their laced hands. He then caught up to her and smiled down at her, leading her towards the dance floor. Once there, he grinned as they put a slow song on. One for the couples, they said. He pulled her close, his arms around her waist, and smiled down at her before slowly moving. Slow dancing was the easy one. All you had to do was spin a little and hold each other close, really. It was also his favorite dance out of them all. "You look so beautiful..." he whispered, his eyes on hers the entire time.
Aimee giggled and said,"Well, yes, your room is a little messy. You should let me clean it some time. After I finished with it, it would be neat and organized, and it would stay that way, too." She looked at him before smiling a little. At his response to her butterfly kisses, she grinned, before he was moving in for another kiss, this one deeper. She smiled, dodging a little with a small giggle before giving in and letting him kiss her, holding him tightly. After a moment, she pulled away, looking up into his eyes with a smile on her face. "Come on, Alex. I want you to dance with me at least once..." She grinned and said,"I promise it won't kill you. And look, it's a slow song, so you should be okay. Besides, it means you get to hold me closer and I can't escape for an entire song."
Cal smiled down at her. "Yeah, for you." His hands had slipped into his pockets at this point as he smiled at her, forgetting where they were for a while. "I'm..." he hesitated. Should he tell her how he really was? No. He wouldn't... He wouldn't tell her about the nightmares, the aches, the pain, and the panic attacks he had a lot now. He wouldn't tell her, because he would just worry her. So he appeared to be searching for the words. Then, with a smile, he continued,"I'm doing much better now that you're here." He smiled at her, those white teeth showing this time in an actual grin. He wasn't lying, but he wasn't telling the whole truth either. "Hey, I wanted to ask you something..." But he was cut off as she ran off to greet Jon.
Cal blinked, watching her go, and turned around. He watched as she welcomed Jon back, along with his girlfriend Roxie. Oh. Well. That answered his question. His eyes flashed a bit of hurt, but he shoved it aside, leaving only the happiness at seeing his friend again. He stepped forward. "Hey, Jon. Feeling better, I hope?" He was closer to Roxie than Belle at this point, but he was far from both of them. He smiled and said,"Well... It's good to see you back, Jon. Take care." He nodded to Roxie. "Nice seeing you, Roxie. Belle." He then turned and walked away, slipping into the crowd. He didn't join Adam, but instead found an isolated corner and leaned back against the wall, watching Jon, Roxie, and Belle from where he was. He could still see them, and Belle looked absolutely ecstatic. He didn't want to ruin that... His eyes slipped down to the floor, and he collapsed in a chair, resting his arm on the arm of the chair and placing his head on it, hand on his forehead hiding his face. Geez, he was so stupid. Why hadn't he seen it before?
Jon smiled at Roxie. "Hey..." he said softly, laughing a little at her words. But he stopped after a second, the laughter turning into a cough. "Ugh... Depends on what you consider better, but yeah, I am. I got out of the hospital about, uh, this morning. I woke up yesterday around midnight. I don't suggest trying a coma. Not the best things in the world..." He tried a small smile, and managed one for her. She kissed him on the cheek, and he smiled again. "I'm not going to break if you touch me, Roxie, or hug me. I promise." It was whispered, meant for only her to hear. He just hoped people wouldn't treat him differently... It had taken him long enough to remember how to walk, and he didn't want this to screw it up for him or anything.
Then Belle was flying to him, and he blinked a little, disoriented by how fast she had moved. After a second, he said,"Yeah. I guess as good as you can feel after being in a coma for a while..." He shrugged, keeping a wince and groan to himself. He smiled and said,"Well, there's no need to be worried. I'm perfectly okay." He looked up and saw Cal, catching the hurt look. What was that about? But then it was gone, and Cal was speaking to him. "A little, I guess, Cal. You?" But he was already gone. What was wrong with him? Something was up, but he wasn't going to tell. He bit his lips, brows furrowing in confusion and worry, before the look was wiped clean off his face and replaced with a smile.
"So how have you two ladies been? Good, I hope? What about classes? Did I miss much?" He wanted to sit down, maybe even needed to, but he wasn't going to show that he was still feeling like crap to them. No, they had to think he was completely over everything. He wasn't going to have them worrying over him when they should be... Oh, geez. He blinked a lot, trying to hide the pain that swamped over him and the wave of light-headedness that clouded his head. He then stumbled back a bit, finding a chair, and sat down hard, wincing. He placed his elbows on his thighs, hiding his head, and waited for it to pass. Once it had, he took a deep breath and looked up at them. All in all, that had been about a minute long. "Sorry..." he whispered. "Got a little dizzy there..."
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Post by Charlotte Darcy on Apr 1, 2007 16:40:18 GMT -5
At Matt’s decision of their activity, Emerald made sure that he saw her grimace, but it was only a playful one, and it was coupled with a, “Oh, alright then. Time to trip over my feet and call it dancing, I guess, like I usually do.” Then she was kissed, and she quietly giggled against his lips, before she was led to the dance floor where, thankfully, the last song had changed to a much slower one. Mattie was absolutely right. Slow dancing was the best dancing. It didn’t require much thought or care, and you could concentrate on the person you were with- the thing that, truthfully, mattered the most.
The one of the Fina’s arms went around her boyfriend’s neck, and the other rested lazily on his chest, just beneath his shoulder, the fingers drumming lightly to the beat of the music. She smiled and shook her head at his whispered statement, and broke the eye contact to shift slightly, and lay her head on his shoulder. She didn’t say anything in reply, as she knew he would only disagree, but she was thinking the same as always. Maybe, sometimes, it was best to stay quiet when you disagreed with someone- particularly if the person was your boyfriend and the subject in question was a sweet compliment.
Alex looked shocked, and said, “You want to clean my hell-hole of a room? You would brave the dangerous temperatures, the surprising smells and the ever-changing ground of socks, underwear and long-forgotten homework?” He laughed. “My, oh my, what did I do to deserve such a brave girlfriend as you?” Then she gave in from her little game of, well… making him want her, and he got to kiss her properly. “Love you,” he murmured almost inaudibly, feeling a little odd about it. He had never really said it first, and it was then that he realized how easy it was to say things back, to mirror someone else. Almost every other time he had said it, the sentence had ended in ‘too’. It was an odd feeling, but he liked it. Truly, he did.
But then Aimee was making him dance, and he was able to groan and forget all about previous thoughts that made him feel all butterfly-in-the-stomach-y. He decided not to complain, however, and said, “Okay then. But on one condition.” Without waiting for her reply (which would surely be suspicious), he said, “I get to kiss you after. I mean properly. Again. And you won’t do that thing. You know, the thing you do, with the little kisses? The thing that makes me want to explode, that almost drives me completely mad.” Would she take the deal? He didn’t know. But it wouldn’t matter. Even if she refused, he’d dance with her anyway.
Belle had barely heard Cal’s quiet murmuring that he wanted to ask her a question, only nodded distractedly and moved past him. Somewhere, in the vague, dark corners of her mind, she was aware that she was being rude, even a little cruel, but it didn’t make any difference in what she did. Anyhow, Cal was obviously fine, right? He had come over to greet Jonathan, too. When she got there, she was just in time to hear Roxie say something quietly. She didn‘t hear what, though, but Jon must have, which was what was important.
“I know. It’s just… hard. Seeing you so-” But Roxie never got to finished, because it was then that Belle was speaking and so was Cal. Cal left, but neither of the girls happened to notice. They were far too wrapped up in seeing their friend - and boyfriend, in the Fina’s case - out and about, away from that awful hospital wing. The students of the school almost all agreed that they had seen far too much of that clean, white place this school year. Unknown to them, however, their visits to the hospital were far from over…
Both Roxie and Mirabelle had to resist sighs of relief when Jon switched the subject from his injuries and health to something ordinary. They needed that pull back to their old lives to stop them from going mad with all the grief from the newer, Death-Eater-filled, miserable one. “We’ve been good,” Roxie replied, the first to speak. She smiled, and continued, “Classes have been… eh.”
Sensing her friends difficulty at reporting things that went on in their lessons, Mirabelle stepped in. Roxie was better with feelings, and reporting how they were. Belle was not. “Classes have been fine,” she said smoothly, picking up where her friend left off and speaking very quickly. “You haven’t missed very much. The teachers have been edgy, and the lessons have practically been on hold. If they think you need to catch up on anything, I’ll be happy to help you with homework and things like that.” The blonde Intermise glanced at Roxie, who nodded, smiled, and agreed slightly lamely, “Sure. Yeah. What she said. I don‘t think I‘ll be much help, but- Jon? Are you okay?”
When Jon moved backwards so suddenly, Mirabelle’s arm shot out in an attempt to steady him, but a chair got there first. Roxie looked from her boyfriend to her friend, a little panicked. He said he wouldn’t break. He promised. What the heck was the matter with him? Belle noticed the Fina getting steadily more hysterical, as this was unexpected and the make wasn’t saying anything. The older girl dropped to the floor lightly, just crouching, and watching. After the minute had passed, he spoke, and even though she was the one being… not panicky, she couldn’t help but feel even more relieved. “You scared me there,” she admitted, feeling a little dumb. Even dizzy spells in other people scared her now- perhaps her nerves were a little more out of her control than she thought.
But could you blame the girls? There had been two Death Eater attacks, one straight after the other, not in anyway allowing the teachers to call in protection, on their school. They were allowed to be jumpy. They were allowed to be scared, after what they’d seen. After they’d seen a good person like Jon go through what he did. “Do you want me to get you a drink?" Roxie asked, chewing ferociously on a nail. “I need one myself, so I’m going over there…”
{I wasn't sure what colour to do the last paragraphs in, as it was difficult to reply to and the characters are all jumbled about in there, so I just went with Mirabelle because she's the oldest. And let's face it, I like her better. xD She's prettier than Roxie. She's smarter. She pretty much beats her at life, apart from the fact that she had a Deathie papa.}
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Post by Headmistress Adeline Darcy on Apr 1, 2007 17:39:02 GMT -5
Somewhere far, far away from the ball, swear words erupted from a deserted hallway. They travelled further, echoing, until the female that let the outburst, well, out, came into view. The culprit of such bad language was a Miss Adeline Darcy, Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy. So much for a good influence, eh? But the usually calm - most of the time - teacher had quite a good reason for her swearing: she was late for the ball. No, she wasn’t looking forward to it or caring about who she met there. In fact, she was only going because the students would surely attempt to blow up the Hall of Baile in one way or another if a ‘responsible adult’ was not present. Even if said responsible adult swore a lot and was over an hour and a half late for the actual event.
But who gave a damn about bloody Valentine’s day and it’s balls and little, naked flying babies that spread love anyway?
Certainly not Adeline Darcy, it seemed. Though another teacher, who was racing down a corridor opposite to the Headmistress (also seeming to be heading for the part of ‘responsible adult’), seemed to be thinking along exactly the same lines. He didn’t want to be going to the ball, either. In fact, as he tripped down a flight of stairs and narrowly avoided breaking his neck due to pure clumsiness, Braeden Andrews wasn’t far from breaking out into a swearing tantrum similar to the other teacher’s. But, as he hadn’t heard many of the other teacher’s mention heading off to supervise the ball, he thought he might as well do it. Perhaps it would take his mind off all the crap and troubling things that were already going on, around and inside his brain. He was nearing a turn right that would lead him to the hall, he realized and sped up just in time to…
Bash straight into a figure hurtling in the opposite direction to him, as they both made to turn into the corridor that would lead them to their destination. Adeline had gasped, hoping that nothing had happened to her floor-length, purple dress, and that her curled locked hadn‘t been messed that much. She didn’t care about the ball, oh no… but she had tried to look nice, nonetheless.
When both Adeline and Braeden had recovered from the shock and the blow of bumping into one another when they were both travelling at such high speeds, an awkward silence descended over them. After a couple of minutes of silent, fast walking, Braeden spoke. “How’s your arm, Adeline?” He paused, and then continued to add, “Are you well?“ Well, what else was he supposed to say? He wasn’t going to walk with his boss in complete, unbroken silence until they reached the ball, and then leave her to go off into some corner and drink something alcohol-free until the night was over- or until he had finally lost the will to live.
“Oh, my arm’s fine, Braeden,” Adeline replied in a polite tone (well, polite considering the fact that she had just been furiously cursing a few minutes ago). “And so am I. How are you?” She paused to let him reply, and then added, “And Elizabeth? How is she doing?” Braeden’s features froze up a little (quite a lot, if we can be honest), and then he replied the same as he had when she had asked about him. “Fine.” He didn’t, to be honest, know what else he could say. It was best to avoid the subject. “How are your sisters?” he then asked back. This was getting like a game. Who would give up asking the polite, slightly irritating questions first, whether it be out of desperation or lack of things to ask about.
“They’re fine,” Adeline said. “Lareina refuses to come tonight, though. She said she had a cold and a fever, I think, though her claims didn’t seem very believe-”
“God, Adeline, get your facts right. I told you I wasn‘t coming because I had a sore throat. Nothing at all to do with a cold or a fever. Surely your memory isn‘t deserting you at this… young… age?” A voice rang out from behind the two teachers, and they whirled around to come face to face with… Lareina Darcy herself, grinning wickedly at her sister. The tanned girl was dressed in - surprisingly - white. The dress, like Adeline’s, was floor length, but things didn’t really need to be that long to cover the feet of Lareina Darcy- she was pretty small, after all. The girl’s curly hair was pined back, out of her face, though some of it had snaked over her shoulder from the back.
She stepped forward, heels clicking, and stepped past the teachers, nodding at Braeden and saying, “Professor Andrews, sir.” Sir?! Luckily, however, the polite question war had been ended, and the unlikely trio made their way over and in to the ball in quiet.
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Post by Jonathan Halliwell on Apr 1, 2007 19:55:32 GMT -5
He smiled and said,"Then I'll trip twice as much just so you won't look bad." He placed a small kiss on her forehead as he drew her closer to him, and her head rested against his shoulder as her hand rested lightly on his chest and the other was wrapped around his neck. He held her tightly as the song played. A smile was on his lips. He was the luckiest guy here, and he knew it very well. His eyes slid closed, his head resting gently against hers as they swayed with the music. He didn't want to let her go, but he knew he would have to sometime. The song ended, and he pulled away briefly before saying,"Your pick now. Another dance or we can go find our friends and make them all jealous of how great we are."
She laughed and said,"Well, of course I do. Because that way we can both navigate much easier, and I might find some of my... items... that seem to disappear in the incredible maze that is your room." She smiled at him. "Plus, I'm a girl. I like things clean. And your room... definitely not clean. It needs work. And you, sir, will be helping me to clean such an atrocity." She grinned at him and kissed him briefly to seal it. Then he said he loved her, and she smiled a huge smile, reaching her eyes and making them light up. It was as if everything else had disappeared, leaving only them. "I love you." There was no 'too' on the end of that sentence. After all, there was no need. She was stating a fact, not merely replying.
At this she exploded in a fit of giggles, holding helplessly onto him. She buried her face in his chest, shaking with laughter, and didn't come back up until she was able to just smile. "Okay. It's a deal. This time I won't do those little kisses..." She grinned at him, took his hand, and said,"Come on, mister. We're going to dance now." She looked back at them with a very big smile on her face, and when they reached the dance floor, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself close to him, swaying to the music slightly as she looked up into his eyes. She smiled, happy just to be dancing with her boyfriend on Valentine's Day. Her fingers absently played with his hair before falling down and holding on as they danced.
He smiled at both of them. "Well, it's good to know that I didn't miss too much. Making up all of that would have been hell... Of course, I'm not sure if they would believe the whole 'I don't have my homework because I was in a coma' excuse. I wonder how many people pull that one..." When he was okay, and they were speaking, he just looked at them. Then Roxie mentioned a drink, and he just nodded and said,"That... would be great." He went to get up, intending to get her, him, and Belle one. "What about you, Belle? Would you like a drink?" But as he went to put his weight on his feet, he stumbled and grabbed onto the two. "Damnit... That's what happens when you don't walk for a few months."
A look of frustration appeared on his face, and he released them almost as quickly as he had grabbed them, steadying himself. "Sorry about all of that. She warned me that it might happen, but... I had to get out of there. There's only so much you can take before you're about ready to explode, and I was well beyond that point..." He took a deep breath, looked at Roxie, and said,"I'm okay, Roxie. I promise. It's just going to take some time to get used to everything. But I promise you I will be okay..." He looked at Belle and then asked,"So, shall we go get some drinks?" He smiled and said,"If you like, I can go get us all some and be back in a few minutes. Either way, I'm heading over there. You can join me if you like, or sit here. I'll be back, though."
He then turned and began to walk over to the drinks table. He looked at Cove and the others and smiled, turning to see if the others had followed. If they had, then each could pick out their own drink. If not, then he would pick a drink for them. There were plenty, punch and water among them. Hmm. There was also soda, butterbeer, and wine. He would have to think on that one, though... He was casually resting his hand on the table, though it was really supporting a lot of his weight. He wasn't feeling very well... But he had wanted to see everyone again, and it had taken hours to persuade her to let him out. Of course, he had to go back for regular check ups every day for a while, but he could live with that seeing as he was alive.
Adam was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed as he watched everyone, when suddenly he saw Cal walking off from the others. He knew Cal had feelings for Belle, but... Something was wrong. As he made a move to go see him, Ana instead beat him to the punch. After a while, she left and disappeared into the dance, and Cal walked over to him. He looked up at his friend. "What's--" Cal interrupted him and said,"Remember when you said you needed another hand at the club? I want the job." There was a look in his friend's eyes that scared him, and he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Finally he nodded and said,"Okay. You got it. Report to work starting next week. Matt will tell you all the details..." Cal nodded and left.
Then he closed his eyes, opening them and seeing Cal moving off to his corner, watching as he had a look of surprise, worry, and hurt cross his face in that order. Then, suddenly, Cal walked over to the drinks table, grabbing a butterbeer, and opened it, saying hey to Jon and looking at Belle before downing it and throwing it away, walking out of the dance without another glance. Oh no. That was never... Holy fucking mother of flying monkey balls. He blinked a few times before he got to his feet, heading for his newest friend, Lareina Darcy. He stopped in front of her with a smile. "Hey, seems we just keep running into each other. How about we go sit and talk... There are some things we should probably talk about..."
Alec was running late. Of course, he had an excuse: nuts. There had been nuts everywhere when he went into his room from where he had tried to open a tin and it had busted, sending them everywhere. He had swore, trying to clean it all off his clothes and find all of them in his house. Of course, his wand was missing too, but he had found it when he was getting the ones that were under his bed. So then he had dressed in a black pair of dress pants, black shoes, and a white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone. A black jacket was thrown over it all, left unbuttoned, and his hair was combed into place, instead of sticking up everywhere as it was sometimes. He sighed, leaving his room and nearly colliding with someone as he tried to fix his sleeve. It was his brother, Darien. Uh oh.
Darien was looking very nice in pair of dark pants, black shoes, and a black turtleneck. The two brothers nodded to each other before making the journey towards the dance, but a voice behind them made them both stop in their tracks. "Hey, will you two poo-brained idiots wait for me and help me up those stairs?" That voice was unmistakable, and the two turned in surprise as they saw a woman heading towards them. She was dressed in a simple white dress that looked like a tank top on the upper half, but had sheer sleeves that barely covered the top of her arm. There was a little section just below her breast that was snug beofre it billowed out around her form to skim the floor. She looked stunning, even though she was 8 months pregnant.
Elizabeth James stopped between them, her heels clicking softly on the floor. Her hair was in waves and was tucked up into a bun, a few strands peeking out here and there. Darien was the first to recover, and he smiled. "Well, it's good to see you up and about. Couldn't stay away?" She grinned at him and said,"Well, someone has to keep all of you in line! And seeing as how I'm going to be the mother of twins soon, I might as well get some practice, hmm?" They blinked and she set off towards the ball, the other two in tow. They managed to steady her at the stairs, but otherwise she did fine on her own, though her heels were much smaller than usual. Once they arrived at the dance, she entered, seeing Braeden and smiling. She tapped him on the shoulder and said,"Well, lookie here. I found a handsome man already. Must be my lucky day..." Darien and Alec drifted over to Adeline, where they each greeted her, Alec slipping off into the dance and Darien staying to smile at her and say,"How have you been?"
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Post by Headmistress Adeline Darcy on Apr 1, 2007 21:15:16 GMT -5
Emerald laughed quietly, and replied in her usual, joking way, “Good luck on that, then, mate, and try not to break your lovely ankles while you trip about, will you?” Though, truthfully, she was just glad that she had someone to offer to almost break their ankles to save her from any possible humiliation; and she was especially glad that the someone to save her was Matthew Jerrolds. Her Mattie. As they danced, she felt his head on hers, a slight weight, but not much. A warm weight that comforted her. That made her feel sleepy, and very safe. A change from the feelings that had been going through her - and most of the other pupils at the school - head since the attacks, and the- well, since everything that had happened.
It was so peaceful that Emerald felt almost regretful when the song ended. Well, would you look at that! Sad that her dance was finished! Things really were changing… “My pick?” Emerald asked, biting her lip slightly. “Oh, come on… you know how indecisive I can be.” She chewed lightly on a fingernail and then smiled, obviously having come to a decision and feeling awfully pleased about it. “Let’s have just one more tiny dance, and then we can go and flash about our obvious fabulousness to everyone in the near vicinity, making them gasp in awe.” She paused. “… did I seriously just say ‘vicinity‘?” Oh yes. A large word. My, oh my, how they really do grow.
Alex laughed, and commented, “That’s awfully stereotypical of you, if I do say so myself. Just because you’re a girl doesn’t mean that your room has to be clean. Half of my old female friends at Durmstrang had rooms messier than mine is now. Seriously. You could barely open their doors, there was that much crap on the floor.” He laughed again. “Maybe it’s not because you’re a girl that you’re tidy. Perhaps you’re just, I dunno…” He grinned. “Relatively normal?” Alexander barely had time to react when Aimee stated that he would be helping her tidy the room, as she then kissed him. HANG ON. The frig? Alex hadn’t cleaned his room since… he moved in there. He had to be close to some sort of record.
And now he had to clean it?
But there really would be nothing he would be able to do about it, when Aimee finally decided to clean his room in the near future. She’d do it whatever he said, and he’d have to help her, too. She wouldn’t budge, he was sure of it. So there was no real point in moaning, was there? Nope. So all he did was let it be, observing how gorgeous Aimee was when she smiled, and listening to her tell him that she loved him to- that she loved him. And he marvelled at how he had been so afraid of the word, when it now bought him such pride and happiness at hearing and saying it. There were so much worse things to be afraid of.
Alex was a little surprised at Aimee’s giggle explosion, how she fell against him and just laughed, but he soon got over it when she put her head back up and told him that it was a deal. That was good, and he told her so, grinning in happiness. “Thank God for that. Now I don’t fear losing my freaking mind.” It was all he could get in before he was dragged onto the dance floor. Her arms went up around his neck almost immediately, and one hand of his was on her back, the other around her waist, as they danced slowly, Alexander realizing - for the second time since he had got with Aimee - that slow-dancing wasn’t half as hard as he always thought that it would be.
When Jon pulled the small joke about his homework excuses, I bet he didn’t expect the hysterical little giggles that he received from his audience, but that was what he got because they were just so glad that, underneath all the pain that he had been made to endure, Jonathan Halliwell was still the same old Jon he always had been. At the offer of a drink, Belle responded, “Yeah, sure, let me get- oof!” She had just been about to get up from the floor when Jon stumbled. He happened to have grabbed onto her shoulder, and she was knocked down to the floor again, catching herself on a hand.
The Intermise got right up, and smiled at his apologies. He explained his obvious dislike of the hospital wing, which had probably been made by the fact that he was in there half the time. “When I used to visit Cal I got that feeling from him and all the other patients, too. They all seemed to hate it there.” When Jonathan turned to talk to Roxie, Belle added something else, but it was mostly to herself more than anybody else. “… Where is Cal, anyway?” She scanned the crowd around her. Surely he hadn’t gone far. Why had he left, again? He must have just gone to get a drink. She glanced down at her fingers, between which the rose twirled, wondering, now, about her other friend and his whereabouts. He wouldn’t have just left for no reason. He would have told her first, right?
While Mirabelle was pondering over all of this, Roxie was listening to Jonathan talk, and thinking hard. Doubting hard. He promised her that he would be okay again, but… what if he wasn’t? Could she deal with the pain of almost losing him, or worse… could she deal with the pain of actually losing him? She didn’t know, which was one of the most awful parts. In the end, she just nodded quickly to show that she had heard him, and then turned to Belle as he spoke to her again.
“Yeah, sure.” The blonde Intermise replied to his question about drinks. He turned to leave, and Roxie said suddenly (and a little sharply, might I add), “Someone should stay and save the chairs.” Belle blinked, but didn’t question the outright request. Sure, there were thousands of other chairs in better spots around the room, but whatever. She’d do as she was ordered. “Alright. I’ll stay here and you can go.” She smiled faintly. “You don’t need to get me a drink if you don’t want to.” Roxie didn’t hear the last bit, however; she had already left, and was standing by Jon and asking, “Are you okay? What have they got to drink?”
When Lareina and the two teachers entered the ball, there was a small moment of awkwardness where they all stood together, looking about for someone, anyone that they knew. Then, Lareina flicked her hands impatiently at her older sister, and Adeline drifted off to the side a little. “I take it that you want my leave?” the blonde asked, to which she was replied, “Yeah. Let’s go with that.” Lareina then went further into the Hall of Baile, leaving the Headmistress and the Potions Master alone- for now. Brae just hoped someone would come soon so that they wouldn’t have to talk to each other at all.
Lareina had barely got within touching distance of the drinks table when a figure stepped in front of her. She looked up at it - him - in her usual impatient, irritated manner, but they she recognized who it was again. About the same time that Adam said something along the lines of, ‘hey, seems we just keep running into each other’, Lareina exclaimed, “You again! I‘m sure you‘re followin‘ me, MacKeltar.” She grinned, obviously not meaning what she said in an offensive or rude way- for once. The girl frowned at what he said next, and replied a little suspiciously, “Sure.” There were things that they should talk about? What kind of things? Lareina couldn’t even begin to guess.
Braeden soon found himself in quite a similar position as Lareina. So close to the drinks table, yet so far, as someone lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Restraining himself from groaning and reassuring himself that it was just going to be a student asking when the unlimited supply of booze was going to arrive, the male turned around, just in time to hear Elizabeth James speak. He didn’t know what to say at first; hell, the few times they had met over the last eight months had been somewhat awkward, and she was looking gob-stoppingly (obviously, as he surely seemed unable to speak) beautiful tonight. The teacher quickly recovered, though, and said smoothly, in reply to the very last thing Elizabeth said, “Aye, it must be. Although it‘s mine, too. Who would of thought that I would meet such a beautiful woman as you within the first minute of being at this… ‘ball‘? I didn‘t know that you were coming.”
If Braeden thought the meeting his pregnant semi-girlfriend was going to be awkward, it was nothing compared to the dread that Adeline felt at seeing both Edwards brothers coming towards her. She was met by both, and then Alec disappeared into the crowds. Adeline’s blue eyes lingered on him fir a while, until he disappeared completely. Then she turned to the speaking Darien. “I’ve been okay. Stressed, you know. You? I’m glad to see that you recovered well.” Was it her, or had conversation between them become strained? Perhaps. Or maybe it was just Adeline, who was pretty much scared to death of people finding out her secret… Darien in particular…
{This is after the thing, but before the Adeline/Darien thing, right? They’re still together right now? But that bad thing has been done? *confuzzled*
And, I hoped I got the situation with Brae and Lizzie right.=/ I wasn't sure where they stood, so I kind of... made it vague. >< Which sucks, because I was just reading back over the other board and thought what good muse I have for a next post. But never mind. That's done now. xD}
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Post by anya on Apr 3, 2007 3:17:42 GMT -5
"Let me at her!" "Inds, for the love of- stop, would you?!" "I'm going to kill her!" "Oh, you're going to kill me, are you?" "Can I watch?" "I hate you!!" "Me?" "No, she means me." "Oh shut up, all of you!!"
It was quite late at night, and the Saryu sisters were heading down to a Valentine's Day ball, at their school, Beauxbatons Academy. As usual, there was some sort of argument between Indira and Mohana. This time, it had been sparked of because of one of Mohana's sarcastic, degrading comments about Indira's dress and it had just escalated, like it always had, into a full blown fight, complete with death threats, an upset Lila, an annoyed Lavanya and an Asha trying restrain people. They were late - as usual - because of both this and their long time taken getting ready. They were also tired because of this, Lavanya in an increasingly bad mood and Lila in an extremely upset one. Oh yes. This was all pretty normal.
They progressed further down the hallways after the argument had been stopped by some clever words (mostly by Asha and Lavanya, in a plea to calm everything down and resume the happy, fun party mood) and some calming down on Indira's part. Lavanya, annoyed by the usual arguments, strode first, leading the group to their destination. Asha was beside her, with a sniffing, slightly upset Lila behind her, who was walking next to a still-fuming Indira. Mohana trailed behind them all, right at the very back, but she hardly minded. In fact, she enjoyed her own company more than that of other people - less people to try and boss around, see - and there was more peace (as in, ’less violence’) and quiet if she wasn‘t near Inds.
The girl‘s all looked pretty stunning tonight. Indira was wearing a dress the colour of her furious, easy-to anger personality; a bright, fiery orange. It was knee length, and tied around her neck like a halter-neck, showing off her figure as it was hardly a loose dress. She wore no jewellery, and hardly any make up, and her hair had been straightened, as it usually was for going out in public. She wore it down, with a single, sparkly flower clip in one side. Inds’ shoes were black, ballet-style. She looked quite pretty, overall.
When Asha had first gone to get her dress, she was looking for a very bright red, as that was one of her favourite colours. She and Lavanya had had quite a large, hysterical argument over it (“Ash, you can‘t wear that! It won‘t match your hair!” “What?! My hair is red!” “Yeah, but not that red!” “There‘s no difference! It‘s all red!!”), before coming to an agreement over one dress. It was a variant on red, so Asha was happy, but a kind of a crimson colour, with a dark pink/purple shine to it. It seemed to originally have no sleeves, but black lace sleeve had been sown in, ones that flared at the bottom and covered most of her hands. The dress itself was velvet, and reached the floor. Asha didn‘t carry a bag or any accessories, but she was wearing jewellery, which took the form of a large silver ring on her middle finger with a ruby stone in it, and a silver cross dangling from her throat. Her shoes were identical to Indira‘s, except silver.
The girls hadn‘t dress shopped for a while after that, and , of course, even if they had of, Mohana would of and had gone and got her dress by herself. Not one of the sisters would have even thought about coming if she‘d have asked, so there wasn‘t much point in doing so, now was there? She had chosen a forest green dress that was made of a type of silky material. It had no sleeves, and she had a golden shawl around her shoulders. She carried a gold bag, and her shoes were gold heels. The jewellery she wore was simple, but there was lots of it; several gold rings on her fingers, a gold bracelet around one wrist, a gold charm fell onto her chest from a chain around her neck, and a gold hair band in her hair, which was in a curly ponytail.
Everyone - apart from Mohana, but you already guessed that - had gone with Lila to pick out her dress, and Lavanya had got hers on the same day, in the very same shop. Lila was in pink, as usual, but it wasn‘t pale pink. It was a very dark pink, almost purple, but it looked lovely against her skin. The youngest sister absolutely loved accessories and pretty things like that, so she was the one to carry a pink bag to hold her own, Lavanya‘s, Asha‘s and Indira‘s things. She didn‘t wear any jewellery either, apart from a pink-jewel-encrusted bracelet around her left wrist. Lila‘s long, dark, curly hair was actually left loose today, and it tumbled down in it‘s soft curls and waves. The younger Fina was excited - well she had been before the fight - bordering on ecstatic at the thought of the ball and having a good dance, and couldn‘t wait to get there.
Last, but completely not least, was Lavanya. Her dress was satin, just above knee-length, and a deep turquoise in colour. She had loved swirling about in it in her dormitory room while she waited for Lila - who had snuck into the Intermise dorms - to complete her hair. This Saryu sister had actually had hers curled; but proper curls, like Lila‘s was naturally. They had to pull the curls a little, and Anya‘s hair had had to be lengthened quite a bit, but both girls were very proud and pleased indeed with the end result. Hard work certainly did pay off! Lavanya brought no bags or anything like that, putting everything she needed into Lila‘s bag, and her shoes were silver stilettos.
Though the atmosphere earlier had been somewhat… well, dangerous, all of the girls were in better moods when they got to the ball and entered. Time to party!
{I‘m aware that the first bundle of speech in this post is quite hard to figure out and read. In case you don‘t know the girls‘ colours, it goes, Indira, Asha, Indira, Mohana, Lila, Indira, Lila, Mohana and then finally Lavanya. XD Just so you know.}
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Post by Vance Danvers on Apr 6, 2007 12:51:53 GMT -5
Matt smiled and said,"Lovely ankles, huh? Well, that's a new one. Being a guy and all, the last thing I'd call them is 'lovely'." He smiled at her, gave her a small kiss, and said,"But your ankles, on the other hand, are very lovely. Even with all their loveliness, they're still not my favorite part of you. That, my dear..." He grinned wickedly and continued,"Would be your mind. So smart and intelligent. Leads to actual conversations, which are always great..." He smiled as they danced and said,"Okay. One more. Then, how about we get outta here? Because there's somewhere we're supposed to be in a bit, and I'd hate to miss out on it. That okay with you? 'Cause if not, I'll just have to kidnap you and whisk you away to be wooed and other such things." His grin was large, laughter in his eyes.
She smiled. "Not stereotypical. True. Clean is always better." She grinned, and guessing what was going through his mind, assured him,"And yes, you ARE cleaning your room with me. Soon. Very soon." She grinned and said,"But not right now. Right now, we dance. Though, maybe after we clean your room, if you're a good boy, you'll get a little... reward." A wicked smile was on her lips, and she pressed her lips to his again, knowing exactly what would be running through his mind. And this time, he was right on target. She laughed again and said teasingly,"That takes little effort." She winked at him, though, and whispered,"I'm kidding, of course." Then she just danced, enjoying the time she had with her boyfriend.
Jon looked back, seeing Belle staying to save the seats. He saw Roxie catch up, and as he stood at the drinks table, he couldn't help but smile at her and whisper,"I'm fine. Promise. Just going to take some getting used to, this whole walking and talking thing. Not the easiest thing anymore, apparently. Something about a coma just seems to make things much more complicated..." He sighed, looked at the glass of butterbeer he held, and stared inside for a moment before he turned back to her, a smile back in place. "Well, butterbeer seemed like the safest option, since it comes in a bottle. Would you like some? If not, there's some water, or the punch, but I think it's contaminated or something of the sort..."
Adam waited until they sat at the table, taking a seat after she had, before he rested his elbows on the table and put his face in his hands, exhaling sharply. After a moment, he moved his hands, lacing his fingers together on the table as he looked at her. "There are some things you should know... about me." He paused and said,"First off, let's just say I didn't have such a great... Okay. I have to start from the beginning. That way you'll understand... As a child, my parents hated each other. Arranged marriage and shit like that. Whatever. They divorced, and Mom took me. Didn't last long. She ended up getting killed by a car or something, dear old Dad's doing... So I ended up right back where I started. With him."
He took a deep breath and said,"This is going to sound so cheesy. My Dad... beat me. Some days it wasn't much, others... I barely lived through it. I couldn't get away, couldn't escape... I was stuck. So after a while, my cousin managed to get him and his new wife to go away for the weekend. They didn't come back. Killed. So I went to live with him and Ana... I was angry and confused, hurt and completely vulnerable... And I fell in with the 'bad crowd'. Not just any bad crowd, but the bad crowd. Death Eaters. And... Being a stupid young teenage, I joined their little crew, probably thinking that the little fruit basket you get for joining would be nifty along with the little perks from being with them... Boy, was I wrong."
The rest was said in a rush. "I killed. I didn't enjoy it; it was... odd. All the anger at my dad, and I didn't feel a thing standing over them. Then again, they were far from goody-goody-two-shoes themselves. Mostly just thieves or something. Whatever. I'm not proud of it. Then... A few months ago, I started to rethink my decision. Joining them? Yeah, don't recommend it. There isn't a way out. It's either kill or be killed with them, no rainbows and butterflies. Just a bunch of shit. Things happened, and I regret my decision now more than ever... But I can't change it..." He paused, falling silent. He didn't look at her, and instead whispered as he got to his feet,"Now you know, and you can decide if you still want to know me now... I have to go to work. See you around. That is, if you still want to..." Without another word or even meeting her eyes, he left, leaving her with the faintest brush of his fingers over her shoulder. That may be the last time he ever saw her again...
Elizabeth smiled at him softly and said,"Then I guess that we're both lucky tonight, hmm?" Her hand came to gently brush across his cheek before she let it drop, falling to her side. She looked away for a moment before looking back up at him. "Where... Where do we stand, Braeden?" It was a whisper, meant for only him to here, but she needed to know. She needed to know before two more lives entered into the world, into the mess of despair that was this school nowadays. But then someone was screaming for Braeden, and she looked around, and felt her heart jolt. Oh no. "Braeden, come on. We have to go. Now!" She rushed over to where the crowd was, having grabbed Braeden's hand and forced him along as well. A student was dying, and he needed to be there. It was their job, afterall. Besides, he could still run; he didn't have a huge round stomach holding him back right now.
He smiled. "I'm fine. As well as can be expected." He lifted his left arm and said,"See? No cane. Amazing." His smile didn't last long, though. He could see and sense the tension in the air and in her. Something wasn't right here. "Is everything okay, Adeline? You seem... tense. Did something happen?" His smile was completely wiped away, replaced by a look of worry. Then, he heard shouts, and he whirled around. Oh no. He looked back at Adeline before racing over to join Professor James, intending to help out as best he could. Alec was coming over, too, but he made a detour to look at Adeline. "So who's supposed to tell him, again?" His look was troubled and strained, but he lingered for a moment longer before striding over to join the others.
Wow. Valentine's Day Dance. Last thing you would possibly ever expect to see there would be the very person who was walking in the door, dressed today in black pants with a pair of converses on, a studded belt around his waist. A black t-shirt was on his torso and a black jacket matching his pants in style was thrown around his shoulders. A black glove was on his right hand, the fingers cut out (see in his avatar, and that's the glove). A matching on adorned his left hand, and a black leather necklace with studs was at the base of his neck, a little loose. His eyes were faintly outlined, and today they were that startling green color he had been born with. He had left out the colored contacts, wanting to be a little more natural than usual.
His hair was how it usually was, brushed and left alone. He stepped into the dance, not really knowing anyone, and slipped farther inside, a small smile on his lips as he did so. He wasn't shy. He made his way to the drinks table, and what he saw there made him grin. It was Cove. He made for his friend, seeing the others around him, and his grin grew. He stepped up behind Elly, walking past him and stopped for a moment by Cove to gently trace a finger along his cheek, meeting his eyes and registering the shock there. He then smiled and stood in the middle of the distance between Cove and Serphius, turning his attention to the latter for a moment before addressing the group in general. "Well, hello there. I'm Vance Danvers, new here. Friend of Cove's." He grinned devilishly. "Pleasure to meet all of you."
Cove had been standing there, seeing everything that went on around them. He was doing anything he could to distract himself from his thoughts, but then a finger was tracing his cheek, and his eyes widened, turning to see Vance as he strolled in. Oh... crap. Vance gave him a look, and he inched back a bit, telling him in his own way to keep a nice distance. In inching back, he had pressed himself up against Elly, and his breath caught in his throat. Then Vance had moved to stand between him and Serphius, and he remained where he was, frozen, eyes a little wider now. This... was just too weird. The last time he... Okay, well, their parting had involved Vance snagging a kiss before Cove could protest, and before that, well, they had had their fling. It was over.
Seeing him again brought everything crashing back down to him, and he blinked a few times, finding it a little hard to breathe, as the only thing he could think of was the person behind him. Every breath he took was short, shallow, and labored, and his eyes slid closed as he tried to get a grip on everything. He hand reached up, finding the arm Elly had slung around his shoulders, and holding onto it for dear life. He felt a little dizzy. Needing something, he opened his eyes, intending to grab some wine. Of course, the table was right beside him. He reached out and grabbed the wind bottle, pouring some into a glass and taking the cup into shaky hands. He took a deeper breath, swallowing hard, and took a few large gulps of the stuff to try and clear his mind.
After a few seconds, it started to work... But then it was reversed. His vision got a little whacky, and everything started to spin. Breathing became a chore, and there was a pain throughout his body, feeling as though he was ripping apart from the inside. His throat was tight, and he dropped the glass, causing it to shatter on the floor, the liquid spilling. His hand slipped from Elly's shoulder, and he grabbed onto the table. What was happening to him? It felt like someone was tearing him in two from the inside, trying to destroy him... What was happening to him?!
Jon, a few feet away, saw Cove grab the wine. Then he looked away, studying the drink, before he heard the crash of glass. His eyes flew to Cove, and they widened. Oh no. Something was wrong... What... His mouth parted and he ran over to Cove, forcing his friend to look at him. What had... Poison. Someone had poisoned the wine! His eyes flew around the room, and he spotted Professor Andrews a few feet away. "Professor Andrews! Professor Andrews, we need some help! Cove's been poisoned! The wine!" He turned back to his friend, saying,"Come on, Cove. Stay with us..." He was joined by Vance, who had frozen much like Cove had, but soon he was jerked out of it and was at his friend's side in a moment.
Cove was coughing now, struggling to find his breath. His eyes closed, his head spinning, and he felt... Well, actually, that was the problem. He was hardly feeling anything at the moment. What the heck? He was dying, and still all he could think about was the damn tennis court. Geez, he had problems. He took a few breaths and forced his eyes open, looking over and meeting Elly's eyes. If he was going to die... He wasn't going to die staring at the backs of his eyelids. He would die with the image of Elly staring back at him. His heart was slowing now, his breaths getting fewer and farther in between, and as he met Elly's eyes, the smallest of smiles started on his lips, the look of someone who could die happily now. Then... he collapsed, falling to his knees and somehow managing to find Elly even then. A slender hand reached out, trying to find Elly, needing someone to hold onto. As his vision faded, he focused solely on Elly, the corners hazy and blurry. If he just focused on him... Everything would be okay.
Funny. Just a few moments ago, he was trying not to focus on the beautiful boy of his dreams...
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Post by Charlotte Darcy on Apr 6, 2007 15:25:53 GMT -5
“Everything about you is lovely,” Emerald shot back, grinning. “Even your ankles. And thanks. I‘ve never, truthfully, worried about how my ankles look. But now that you‘ve erased any worries about them, I am very grateful indeed.” She raised an eyebrow when he preceded to tell her what his favourite part of her was, and she said, “Oh really? Were your other girlfriends incapable of giving you satisfactory conversation?” She listened to him suggest that they leave after the dance, and said, “Well, in the case, we can leave right now, if you like. The dance isn’t that important, and if there’s somewhere that we need to be, then… we might as well head off, right?” She looked up at him slightly curiously, awaiting an answer with a smile.
“Clean may be better to you,” Alex said, even though this argument of his was pretty much getting totally pointless now. “But it isn’t necessary, you know.” His listened to her speak, and raised both his eyebrows at the next thing she said. “A reward, huh? I hope you’re thinking the same as me.” He shook his head at the last bits of speech that she said, and held her close as they danced.
Again, Roxie just nodded at first, but she felt the need to speak in reply to Jon and said, “I suppose. But I’m sure you’ll get better.” She wasn’t really sure. She wasn’t really sure at all, but it was the best that she could do in ways of reassuring Jon- as well as herself, selfish as that sounds. Roxie shook her head to clear it of any morbid thoughts, and replied, “Er… I think that I might just have a simple water.” But they never got that far, as something started happening with Cove…
Lareina followed the male to a seat at a table and flopped onto it, in a way that was less that graceful. But, let’s face it; this was Lareina Darcy. She had been smiling softly when she first sat, but she soon cottoned on that what Adam wanted to say to her was important, and the smile disappeared. “’Kay.” She said when he said that he needed to tell her some things. As he spoke, starting with his parents and their relationship, she just nodded along, listening intently for once and not saying anything at all. She sympathized with him, she really did. She hadn’t grown up with good parents, either. Adeline was the closest thing she had to a parent.
She looked, surprisingly, a little upset by the next thing he said, and she said quickly, “It don’t sound cheesy, Adam. I know what it’s like, ‘cause our dad was always beatin' on us, too, whenever he was there.” But this wasn’t about her, she realized, and she soon settled into quiet once more and listened. The speed at which he spoke rapidly increased, until he almost babbled the last bit about regretting being a Death Eater. Contrary to what he seemed to think, she wasn’t that shocked. She didn’t know why, but it didn’t affect her too much. He was still Adam, whether he was marked as a Death Eater or otherwise.
Which was why the young Darcy didn’t appreciate it at all when he got up and simply… left. Looking baffled, she exclaimed out loud, “What the… what the fuck?!” She stood hastily and followed him, wherever he was heading.
Braeden smiled faintly and responded, “I guess we are.” He closed his eyes lightly, involuntarily, when her hand brushed against his cheek, and they stayed closed until she whispered her question to him. Then he opened them and glanced at Elizabeth’s stomach, before murmuring, “I- I don’t know, Elizabeth, I-” He looked around her, however, stopping speaking when his name was bellowed. He didn’t say anything, and he squeezed her hand when she pulled him after her, not caring who saw anymore. It didn’t matter. Her pregnancy had been the big thing that had their relationship - whatever it was - out in the open anyway.
He rushed forward to see that it was Cove that had been poisoned, and he checked to make sure it was the right poison and that he would know how to cure it, ignoring the whispers around him as students asked each other if they thought that it was him that had done it. He‘d had a shady past, after all, and he was the Potions Master... Then he turned around to a red-haired girl that was named Aeryn. “Do you know what a Bezoar stone is?” he asked her, to get a hasty nod in response. “Get me one from the store room down the hall, and get it fast.” She took of right away, dashing out the door. Braeden just hoped that she would get back in time…
Before this happened, however, Adeline Darcy had been talking to Darien. “N-no!” she exclaimed. “Everything’s fine!” She didn‘t have to say anything more, however, as he rushed off to see to the yelling student. Alec, however, did no such thing, and spoke to her. “I can’t tell him,” she replied. “And neither can you.” She touched his arm pleadingly. “Not yet. Not so soon…”[/color]
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Post by Serphius de la Ravin on Apr 6, 2007 15:31:00 GMT -5
Feeling the teeniest, weeniest bit better - just a little - Serphius nodded, rubbing his eyes with his sleeves again. He even tried a rather awkward, slapdash smile for his friends. He could understand that it could be rather funny, and it would have been if it had happened to anyone else, anyone with a history different from his. He had calmed down a little, now that Cove and Elliot were here, bringing with them their warm, happy personalities - it was hard not to be affected by the cheerfulness that seemed to follow them like a cloud of yummy perfume. Sephy couldn't help but pick up on the fact that Cove still wasn't quite right. He wanted to say something, but as usual, he couldn't think of anything. Words had never been his strong point, so he settled for a grateful look.
Still a little shaken, Serphius was quite taken aback when a curious, albeit somewhat dashing, boy appeared beside him, and acted so intimately with Cove, who was obviously disturbed, or at least surprised by the sudden dark clad stranger's presence. So much so, that he ended up back into Elliot. A cry escaped from his own lips when his friend started to hyperventilate, and sway. It was all very sudden, and Serphius immediately shrunk back into himself, looking at Vance accusingly. He missed Cove downing the wine, but the smashing of glass drew his attention back, and when he started taking a bad reaction to it, Serphius panicked. A boy near by that obviously knew Cove started shouting for the Professor, and yelling about poisoned wine. His face blanched, and his breath became labored like Cove's. He tried to move closer, whimpering his ailing friend's name desperately. The worse his Fina friend got, the worse he felt, until he was practically on his knees, crying hysterically. What was happening? Why would someone poison Cove? Everything had been going okay before that boy came.
"P-P-P-Please..." he whined, sniffing, and sobbing rather pathetically in true Serphius style, and trying to wipe away his tears. He determined not to cry, thought the whole situation was just going from bad to worse. No body could probably hear him over the commotion that had started, "Wh-Why...What's ha-ha-happening t-t-to hi-him? C-C-C-Cove...!"
Charlie was still sitting at the same table she had been earlier, only now she was bordering on really rather drunk. The only person that had came to see her had been an equally rat-arsed man she knew faintly as being the music teacher. He had sat and chatted with her for a few minutes, before she less than politely told him to piss off. Professor di Angelico was only more than happy to oblige, particularly after being threatened by manual castration.
Now, she was sitting with her arms crossed, leaning on the table looking extremely bored. A commotion on the other side of the hall attracted her attention briefly, but she dismissed it. There had been scenes breaking out all over the place that night. It was getting rather old. It was just then she noticed something near her foot, just under the table. Charlie leaned over, and picked it up. It was a little empty vial. She smirked, and squinted at the little label. It read:
'Love Potion #9 Spice up parties! Liven up birthdays - or any event you can think of! For best results of this super strength love potion, dilute well with liquid, or add to food. Practically undetectable, this prank potion is sure to cause a commotion! Warning: Results last for approximately 24 hours. Side affects include uncontrollable shaking, hot flushes, nausea, head aches, dizziness, and fainting.
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Post by Elliott Laurier on Apr 7, 2007 9:16:50 GMT -5
Elly felt Cove stiffen under his arm, and his grey eyes moved rather lazily from Ash's curls to Cove to see the other boy eyeing Vance rather cautiously. He felt Cove's hand rise up to grab onto his own arm. An eyebrow raised slightly, feeling his friends slight insecurity and he let his gaze wander to Vance rather accusingly for starting all of this discomfort just after everything was starting to mellow out. Peirced lips parted to introduce himself when suddenly the warm body that had been pressed into his fell way. Elly watched dumbfounded as Cove fell to the ground shaking. What the hell? Oh my god Cove! he bit at his lip, wringing his hands in front of him. Why hadn't he held on tighter, why did he let the other boy fall...WHY was he still standing there?!?
Elliott sank to his knees beside Cove, a hand reaching out shakily, it touched his chest first, then moved to his cheek. "It's okay Cove, you'll be alright." he said, more to calm himself then the boy that had his eyes locked on Elly. His hand moved down to grasp Cove's hand, his long fingers wrapping around the others and giving a soft squeeze. Then he saw the Professor and his nose curled slightly. He had heard the rumours, and at the moment Elly was in a rather panic mode despite the calmness that seemed to control his body from sobbing hysterically. He could do nothing, and just hope that this teacher wasn't as bad as his rumours about him were, and that he would actually help Cove and not kill him. Elly lifted Cove's hand to his mouth and he ran his lips over the other boys knuckles in a soft carress. "I'm sorry." he said softly. Although, he wasn't quite sure what he was saying sorry for, it just felt right. [/color]
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Post by Gaara Kyrowki on Apr 7, 2007 15:26:30 GMT -5
Gaara boy giggled and and swayed slightly closer to Lexi. Eyes glued on the others lips as they spoke in Polish. His hand rose to touch Lexi's cheek, palm pressed against the others skin while fingertips caressed his temple and cheekbone. Then rolling onto his toes he planted a kiss on the others lips once again. Hand falling down to grab the back of the others neck as he pulled himself up into Lexi's soft lips. The pressure of his lipring feeling exotic to Gaara. Since the only other boy he had kissed with a lipring was Elly and Elly had the lipring lower on the lip where it touched Gaara's chin. There wasn't time to think about Elly though, Gaara was quite focused on this new love of his life.
Then he heard a panic rise around them, it sounded far away but it tugged Gaara to the present and away from Lexi's lips. His almond shaped eyes looking around to find the disterbance, his kind and worrying heart pulling a lead of the distractions of Lexi. He saw Cove fall, and the general uproar it caused. Gaara gasped slightly and took Lexi's hand pulling the taller boy toward the scene. "Lexi, somethings wrong with Cove." he said worriedly. His fingers laced through the other boys long ones, almost as if reluctant to actually go over but wanting to bring Lexi if he was going to. [/color]
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Post by Ameera Joven on Apr 7, 2007 15:46:45 GMT -5
Ameera had left her hair to dry in gentle waves of brown and a slightly honey colour. It fell around her face, framing it nicely. Silver hoops earings could just be seen peeking through, and she had left her makeup to natural tones. Leaving out on eyeliner, and lipstick and instead only using matte eyeshadows and some black mascara. Dress was white, and the bodice of it was tight against her stomach while the skirts fell in a loose shift that fell nearly to the floor where white stilletto heels were seen when she walked. Silver bangles on her wrists completed her look, and she felt quite beautiful without all the makeup and dark colors that she usually dabbled in. Always trying to be perfect. The backline of the dress swooped down low on her back, showing the red butterfly tattoed between her shoulder blades that went downt to midback dissapearing under the folds of the gown.
She wasn't sure what had inspired her to dress up, but the Transfiguration teacher had gotten swept into the excitement of the students and had gone shopping a week ahead of time for this dress. She walked in, greeting the students as she went by and getting a few fourth year boys into trouble for bringing in dungbombs. Hazel eyes swooped around the room, before she spotted a table that had been abandoned. She sat herself down at it, watching the students around her with mild interest. Suppervising a party was always fun in a way, you saw things that you normally missed when being part of it. She laughed when a seventh year boy in one of her classes asked her to dance and took his hand allowing him to lead her out to the dancefloor for the slow song. Once that was over, and after repeatedly moving his hands from her backside to her hips, she went back to seat herself on her chair. [/color]
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Post by Kai Soudai on Apr 7, 2007 21:25:24 GMT -5
Kai was about to respond to her, parting his lips slightly to speak when her mouth was back on his a second time.Catching him with his mouth open, he decided to be daring and gently ran his tongue over her lip, one hand coming up to rest at her jawbone. He had missed her so much, he hadn't quite realized it until now. The fifteen year old boy was the first to pull away, and he took her hand as he stood up. "I would like to sweep you away to a corner and ravish you...but I don't think that's aloud at school, so do you want to walk or dance or something?" he said, his voice cracking from misuse at certains areas of the sentance. His green eyes staring down levely at hers.
He shifted his feet slightly, and then remembered that there was someone else sitting at the table with Faith and he gave them a small nod in greeting. Blonde hair shifting down to cover his one eye. Where it used to just fall to touch his eyelashes, it was now nearly to the end of his nose. His blonde hair had grown while he had been in a coma and he hadn't yet had a chance to cut it. [/color]
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