MORSMORDRE {marauders - au - redux | O/A

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It's been a long day
And all I've got to say is make it strong
It's been a long day
And all I've got to say is I've been wrong

Adjusting his tie in the mirror, James made sure to run his hand through his hair once more. While everything else was neat and in place, his hair was not going to be so. He was a rebel at heart of course, and the hair was just going to have to be one big mess on his head.

"Come on boys, lets go, I am going to be very late for my non-existent date." James said as a small dig as he shot Sirius a glance. Sirius might not officially have a date to the dance, but he might as well considering the conversation James had been trying to ignore at the table at breakfast this morning between Sirius and Samantha. He made her promise one dance, which was more than James could say about Lily.

That didn't give him any negative thoughts though, he might be going stag, but from what he had heard through the grapevine, so was Lily, and that was close enough for him. No competition, and he planned on using that to his advantage to try and score at least one dance tonight.

"You know James, you're not the only one who didn't land a date tonight." Remus said patting him on the back as he came up behind him with a grin. "And besides, it's there such a thing as fashionably late?" He added.

"No, I'm not, but just because my date is not official does not mean I don't have a pretty lady waiting and I don't want to keep her. Plus, I heard my parents are coming, and before things get started it would be nice to say hello." And with that James brushed Remus aside and headed for the door.

"Guess we will meet you down there!" Remus called after him as James ran down grinning. While he was partially hoping to run into Lily in the common room, he would settle getting to see her walk into the party in what was sure to be all her glory. With all the shortcuts he knew it did not take him long to reach the party and in his excitement he almost ran into Professor Joycelyn who had been hovering by the door.

"Woops, sorry Professor. You look lovely this evening!" James said with a grin, as Sandra dusted herself off from the bumping. "Oh it's alright James. Same...to you." James had barely been listening though, having just saw his parents. Missing Sandra follow his eyes and the expression on her face, he excused himself and walked over while the party was still thin.

"Mum!" He greeted with a hug, before pulling back and nodding at his father. "Hello Dad, Professor Riddle!"

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It's been a long week
And all the lines come down heavy on me
Its been a long week
I'm finally feeling like its okay to break

[mandygurl71]

XXXPrudence McKayla BakerXXXXXX

"Guess we will meet you down there!" Remus called out as James disappeared out of the boys dorm and down the stairs. Shaking his head as he took over the mirror James had been standing in front of. He didn't look as nice as James or the others, his father and mother usually spending most of their money getting by and moving from town to town in the summer so no one would catch on to his condition.

Remus was not excited, nor nervous about this party. He had no expectations going into it, not planning to meet a girl down there like Sirius or try to follow a girl around like James. He was going for the drinks, the food, and the entertainment that he was sure that would come from a party like this. Especially if James was going to stick with his plan and follow Lily around, or if Sirius was going to try and dance with Sam...that would be entertainment enough.

"What about you Peter? Anyone special waiting downstairs for you?" he asked as he turned back around to the other boys, deciding to take a different route than James and wait for his friends to be ready.

It's not like he had anything else to be excited about downstairs.

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[mandygurl71]

XXXPrudence McKayla BakerXXXXXX

The swish of the brush as it went through her hair muffled the humming coming through her throat as she stared into the mirror, not really looking at herself, day dreaming really with a silly grin on her face. Rosalie was wearing a beautiful red dress, the vial Liesel had given her resting just below the cut of the dress in her breasts. Keeping it as close to her heart as possible, she had not taken it off since Liesel put it on and the only thing that stood in its way was the necklace she normally wore. The one she had made when she was just a child.

The other girls behind her opening the door and heading down to the common room triggered Rosalie to come back to reality and put her brush down. It was time. She did not want to waste another minute, she stood from her seat and took one last look at herself in the mirror, pleased with her work, before turning out of the sixth years girls dorm and heading out until she came across a slightly large group waiting to head up to the party.

Spotting Liesel, she was the only reason Rosalie stopped. "Hello darling, everyone else. Exciting for this evening?" she asked, her eyes lingering for a moment on Rabastan as she blinked and thought of Sirius for a moment before looking away.

It was Rabastan. She had to remind herself...she was going to have the real Sirius at her side in a short while, she could keep her delusions in check.

"Mind if I wait with you all to head down? You do look lovely this evening and it's not very lady like to escort herself to a party." she suggested with a smile.

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[mandygurl71]

XXXXKimberly-Lynn Lorna KencekXXXXX

The way the morning had started made Kimberly feel that if it was going to be any reflection on how the rest of the day would go...she would be better off hiding in the bathroom she had ran into for the rest of the day, but after that note she read...the one from Amycus inviting her to be his date to the party...well, the Slytherin girl couldn't help but feel triumphant in some way as she came out of that bathroom, the tears dried from her face and a smile in its place.

She couldn't help but catch herself grinning throughout the day.

A small part of her wondered how this had happened. Amycus had not given any hint to wanting to take her before this morning, after Carmen asked Rabastan to the ball instead...but that was just coincidence right? The timing of the note paired with how horrid her morning had been going...maybe Amycus was just waiting for the right moment, the moment that would make her feel special?

That was what she tried to tell herself anyway, but a small voice in the back of her mind warned her that she should be more careful. She didn't listen.

Dressing herself in her favorite teal dress. Doing her hair up and putting on her best make-up, Kimberly tried her best to take her time getting ready. She did not want to seem too eager. Best to keep Amycus waiting...

Plus the last thing she had wanted to do was walk out with the other seventh year girls. Not that she had anyhting against them...she might have been feeling better since that morning but that did not erase what happened.

Walking down from the seventh year girls dorm, the last to come out. Kimberly hesitated as she saw Amycus with a larger group of people than she would have liked...and Carmen standing right by. Amycus hadn't even noticed her walk down the stairs, Kimberly not missing his eyes on Carmen and took her everything she had not turn around and run back up the stairs feeling she just looked stupid standing right there.

He asked you remember...you have the note to prove it. She did, upstairs of course, and no she was not about to go and get it...but she had it. It was what got her through the day, to this point, and gave her the courage to walk forward.

"Hello Amycus...everyone." she said smiling shyly as she walked over. Avoiding all eye contact with Carmen right now.

She didn't need to bother with her...after all since Amycus asked her to the dance and Carmen had Rabastan as her date...what did Kimberly have to worry about anymore?

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[Kimatress]

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Tiffany had lounged around the common room for a bit – there really was no other word for it, and while it was hardly appropriate behavior of a lady, the sofas were comfortable, and there was no way she would share one with a pimple-faced fourth year, who were all waiting around the common room, looking anxiously at each other to see which ones would leave first.

Apparently even Slytherins had their moments of weakness in their younger years. Who knew? She certainly didn’t.

She’d gone downstairs about twenty minutes earlier, when her roommates were still busy with either dolling themselves up, or getting drunk, and no sooner after she’d sat down, Thaddeus Borgin had dropped into the seat across from her, playing with his tie until she told him to stop it or else she’d find a way to strangle him with it later on.

They had an understanding, which worked perfectly well for the both of them. Tiffany was extraordinarily good at keeping up the veneer of civilization for most of her comrades, but every now and then, she just couldn’t keep her irritation at the idiocy all around her away. They may have had the right ideas, but some of them were (and always would be, she sadly suspected) hormone-infested teenagers with no grasp of logical thought. Having a fiancé in a different house did wonders for her inner calm, but having someone to bullshit with made it also doable. Meet Thaddeus Borgin, douche of the first class.

In her younger years, she hadn’t paid much special attention to him, but after their fourth year or so, she’d grown to appreciate his strange (rather morbid) sense of humor and the pleasure he took from watching others squirm. In a sense, they were almost alike, but while she’d refrain from interacting with those of lesser blood, unless it was truly necessary, he never cared about things such as age, sexes, blood and what not—once he set his sights on someone, he usually wanted to break them and to her, it was hilarious to watch.

“Thad, don’t you have a date to get to or something?”

“I could say the same for you. Difference between us being that I don’t actually have one.”

“Chris will be here any minute, then you’ll be free from little old me,” she added, some hints of sarcasm creeping into her voice at her last few words. “I’m surprised you haven’t found a victim for the evening.”

“What makes you think I was looking?” he shot back, tone mildly irritated at the amused face Tiffany made. Around them, slowly, usually one by one, their yearmates started coming down from the actual dorms, each one leaving the room in a different state of mind.

“Isn’t it your nature? But sweetheart, there are tons of good girls around who don’t have a date. I think darling Maire is single, and I’m pretty sure even you have noticed the giant thundercloud hanging above Alecto’s head the entire day. Neither of them were very happy,” she chuckled. “Then,” she held up her hand as she continued, ticking off her fingers each time she mentioned another name, “there was Charity, Heloise, Kiera, I think. Hell, you could’ve taken that Paige girl from Gryffindor and you still would’ve been more respectable than you are now… If only by a little bit.”

“What do you even do in your free time? Interested in becoming the next Madam Puddifoots? You’ve already got the disgusting part down, the rest shouldn’t give you much trouble.”

“Thanks, Thad. When you’re happily engaged and don’t have to spend time on childish pursuits, you’ll see how easy it is. For the record, I’m fairly sure she’s hiring at the moment, and you could use a job. You know, get a hobby or something.”

“I have hobbies,” he said, almost looking offended, before giving her roguish grin as behind him, she saw Kimberly-Lynn Kencek leave the common room. Tiffany had always found her a slightly awkward girl, but tonight, she looked stunning in her teal dress, and momentarily, she wondered what caused her to give off that kind of vibe. “None of them are of course very approved, but I have them nevertheless.” Now, Thaddeus too shot a look at the exit, a faintly surprised expression on his face after watching Kimberly leave. “Well, hel-lo there,” he muttered, grinning at the exasperated look Tiffany shot him.

“What did I say again about trivial, childish pursuits?” She grouched as she stood up, smoothing the unintended folds out of her dress. He too, stood up, swiftly walked over to her, offering her his arm, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

“I have no idea, sweetheart, but please, allow me to bring you to your date. Wouldn’t want to keep Chris waiting with you looking like this.”

“Wow. Who knew you had it in you to be such a charmer? Please, do continue to surprise me with your good manners, Borgin.” Together, they exited the common room, almost immediately walking into what would undoubtedly be one of the largest groups arriving soon. All around her, Tiffany saw familiar faces, though some from other houses she regarded with fondness as well. She petted Thaddeus on his arm as he stopped right in front of Christopher, stepped away wordlessly and made a grand bow in their direction.

“Idiot,” she grumbled, though a faint hint of mirth could be spotted in her eyes that soon turned into a full smile as she greeted Chris, pressing her cheek to his for a few seconds before giving him a light kiss on his mouth. “How have you been holding up today? You look dashing, by the way, but I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that.”

Thaddeus turned away, a faked disgusted look on face that disappeared the moment Tiffany couldn’t see his face anymore, replaced by a generic if pleased expression as he faced his housemates and Reese.

“Now, now, Marilyn, threating the guy with future harm doesn’t speak of much trust. Always thought Kutner was kind of a doormat, so I don’t think you should be worried about him mistreating our dearest Dolohov.”

Next to him, Reese had again taken the moment to lean on the wall—with no surprise he saw she still was slightly wobbly. Normally, she was almost guaranteed to cause a good time if you could keep her still long enough to pay attention to you, but lately, she had looked unstable as ******** to him. Then again, in his opinion, that only made her better. She eyed him with some distrust, even more so when he grinned at her and asked if she needed some help.

“Only if you promise you ain’t going to trip me somewhere along the way. I’ve got enough trouble walking as it is.”

“Why ever,” his tone was utterly sarcastic, “would I do that to you? You know I’ve got nothing but your best interests in mind.”

He didn’t deign the affronted huff she gave in response worth a reply, instead giving a wink to Kiera as he turned to Liesel once more.

“Are you supposed to meet your guy here or in the hall? Correct me if I’m wrong—or not, but I’m pretty sure Tiff and I were the last ones of any importance inside, so we could get going soon.”

location: outside the slytherin common room entrance | outfit: reese / tiffany

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The room was starting to fill with boys and girls dressed to the nines. Heloise couldn't help but to let her gaze wander, not many men caught her eye. In all honestly she had probably flirted with the majority of them already. Heloise wasn't sexed obsessed, in fact she was quite afraid of the dirty deed. Her mother was a cruel woman, she had told her daughter awful things about the deed as a child, of course she eventually found out that none of the things her mother told her were true. She still had a hard time going all the way, she was probably the only damn virgin in the house of Slytherin, well that’s what it often felt like. It was her slight fear of sex that lead Cameron to cheat on her, she should have known better then to think a sex crazed man would wait for her.“Alright Izzy it is,” Heloise mumbled her eyes still drifting about the room.

Heloise smirked, perhaps Izzy was just being nice when she said the boys would go gaga for her. Unfortunately there were girls like Carmen, and Lisel, that stole all the attention.”That's the plan,” Heloise said with a laugh. “Yet there are far more beautiful girls then me, I can't expect to have all the attention. Disappointment is a harsh b***h. I only really want to catch the attention of a few blokes if you catch my drift. I've had my eyes on them for awhile.” Heloise said her gaze drifting back to Jamie, the boy never really seemed to notice that she flirted with him, constantly, and she found that adorable. She had a crush on the boy, he was a sweet heart, he probably wouldn't hurt her like Cameron did. Yet she doubted she could ever land a catch like him. Heloise nodded when Isabelle said she was sure she would get asked to dance. Heloise knew at least someone would ask her, and in all honesty she had no qualms about asking someone herself.

Heloise watched as Oly entered the Hall, a grin spreading over her face. She looked lovely, she didn't know why she was worried about her dress earlier. She watched as Oly approached their table with a few glasses of punch. Heloise grinned when the drink was sat in front of her. “You don't look to bad your self Oly.” Heloise said quickly downing the drink knowing very well it was more then likely spiked. “I hope Professor Riddle doesn't get to upset when we're all stumbling about drunk off our asses.” Heloise said with a smirk directed towards the two girls. Heloise probably wouldn't drink that much, enough to make this night a bit blurry tomorrow morning. Heloise smirked when Oly mentioned the multitude of hot men in the room. “We might as well be roasting in here,” Heloise said with a giggle. “But seriously, I've got my eyes on that Jamie Campbell, I've been flirting with him for years and he's utterly daft to it. Maybe a sweet little dance will show him I'm not just being nice. If you catch my drift.” She said giving Oly and Izzy a saucy wink.

[LittleStevieHorseAndPhone]

The last time Sirius had checked, he'd run away to James' to escape all these sordid, overblown, dilettantish affairs. Well, that and get out from under the thumb of a bigoted, psychologically abusive matriarch, but he thought he'd handled that part in stride.

He never thought he'd be putting on another monkey suit to attend a ball again, but here he was, thanks to the irritatingly stuck-up new Defense teacher.

He could have just bailed if he wanted to, and a large part of him wanted to. Sirius had his own motives for dragging his arse to the ball after all, though. First off, he wanted to be moral support for James as he pursued his lady love. Secondly, it would be the perfect opportunity to ask around amongst the more impressionable Slytherin girls and find out who, exactly, had been behind last week's godawful prank.

And last but certainly not least, although he didn't care to admit that out loud, he was looking forward to running into Sam on the dance floor, complaints and grumpiness and all.

"Don't be so pessimistic, Prongs," he said, listening to James lament his datelessness while he straightened his own tie. "I'm sure Evans will come around. Hell, if I were Evans, I simply would not be able to resist you. Doesn't he look dashing tonight, Wormy?" he added, throwing his friend a playful glance in the mirror.

He wore his sleeves rolled up halfway and a vest, but no coat. Screw propriety, he was no longer bound by fancy-schmancy norms and would not conform to them. He'd had half a mind to show up in jeans and a band shirt, but he'd probably get turned away at the door.

"Yeah, both of you," he said, turning to the others as James left, "taking anyone tonight? Don't tell me you're both going stag--that's only a clever pun when James does it." He snatched a bottle of Firewhiskey off the dresser, poured himself a shot for the road, downed it, and tossed the bottle to Remus. "Peter, you should talk to Coleen Ramsey. She's a bit young, sure, but cute, great at Quidditch, and totally crazy about you." The girl in question hadn't made the team this year--astigmatism's a b***h sometimes, Sirius had heard her curse under her breath after she flew right into a goalpost at tryouts--but she still had quite a few admirable qualities. "And Moony, I bet I could get Chelle Cunningham to spare you a dance. Y'know, the, uh, Hufflepuff with the nice rack. And don't give me any of that 'too dangerous' crap because frankly, um, you're not that scary."

Ready to go, he led the way down the steps to catch up with James. "I'm gonna go say hi to the folks," he announced when they reached the Great Hall.

Who says you can't pick your family?

"Hey Mum! Dad!" he said, coming up beside James to greet the Potters.

He'd only stayed with them for a single summer, but already, he'd been welcomed into the family as one of their own. Mrs. Potter had such a charitable heart--Sirius found it hard to believe she had actually been in Slytherin.

Catching the look she was giving Riddle, he quirked an eyebrow and asked, "Do you two, uh...do you two know each other?"




location: the Great Hall with: the Marauders, the Potters and Professor Joycelyn


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[NightisDark21]

Garrett's body twisted and turned as he apparated in front of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. The white aura evaporated around him as he cracked his neck, his joints had always gotten stiff after traveling that way. Rolling his shoulders his tan trench coat settled after the travel. It seemed more than two years since he graduated from his place. Hell sometimes it seemed like another life, the Griffendor House, playing Quittich, even her. So many things had happened in two years, his training and becoming a licensed Auror for the Ministry of Magic. His facial features were harder, his skin rougher. and while he did look very much like he did when he graduated. There was a large crescent scar resting near his eye, as well as another on his upper lip.

He felt tired, he had been working since dawn, and his day hadn't even been over yet. He was asked to come in to the ball as extra security for the students. Since he had been working on tracking a particular Death Eater for some time now, one that was consistently causing him problems because it was right in his sector he was in charge of. It took long hours on him and it was taking it's toll on him, because of this he had planned on handing the security off to someone else. But then he recalled that he knew most of the kids there. As well as an old flame's sister who, if he recalled right, was in her final year. If something did happen he really wouldn't have forgave himself. He trusted his skill more than his colleagues to protect the students. There were rumors of Death Eaters trying to recruit the students of Hogwarts. If one of them tried anything tonight he would get them.

As Garrett walked the halls of Hogwarts again he felt a sense of deja vu, as he strolled his way towards the great hall. seemingly like a ghost he strode down the hall, watching as students excitedly going towards the ball. Memories from his time here filled his mind as well as one he really didn't want to remember. Stopping outside the hall he pulled up his collar and pushed his hand into his coat pocket. Bringing out an already tied tie. He was never good at tying ties himself so he made sure he always carried one already tied, loosely but tied either way. Throwing it over his neck, he settled the red tie and adjusted his collar. This was supposed to be an dressed up event. So at the very least he could wear a tie. No matter how shady he might have looked.

Stationing himself near the exit, he rested against the wall. though he was tired he had been trained to go days at a time with no sleep. So he was perfectly fine with guarding the students. His bright blue eyes scanned the hall making sure to take note of everyone there. He was confident in his skills as an Auror, so he wasn't too worried of something happening tonight. If word had gotten out that HE was here, then they might keep more on the down low. Over the two years of him being an Auror he had grown with a reputation of catching his target no matter what. The Auror's gave him the code name Archangel, a name that had grown over the years. he had captured many Death Eaters and all of them sent to Azkaban. He was moving up quickly, he wanted to keep a lot profile but the papers didn't seem to care what he wanted. Now Garrett was always on guard, the scar on his face from a Death Eater ambush; the last time he would ever put his guard down like that. he knew that he was pretty high on a hit list of threats to the dark lord. Thankfully he had the skill to keep them at bay, they weren't stupid enough to attack him randomly. He made sure he was alert as the hall started to fill with more and more people. He wouldn't let anyone get past his gaze.

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Dom had spent his afternoon in the Greenhouses. There was some Dittany that needed the old leaves trimming, and the Asphodel needed re-potting. It was only when the light began to fade, and the enchanted candles lit themselves. Head shooting up, he realised the sun had vanished behind the trees of the Forbidden Forest and he dropped the watering can he'd been holding. "The dance! Damn!" Fumbling with his wand, he cast a hurried spell to clear the mess he had made, before running out of the greenhouse and up the lawn to the castle.

Jumping down the stairs to the dungeons and hurrying through the corridors to get to the Hufflepuff corridor, he pushed through some first year girls, hovering in hopes to see some of the older girl's dressed, and took the stairs to the boy's dorms two at a time. He thumped loudly on the bathroom door. "Hurry up!" After five minutes of wearing a line in the carpet by pacing up and down, his fellow sixth year Huffle finally vacated the bathroom and Dom finally got in the shower. Scrubbing the dirt from under his fingernails, and spotting a rather large smudge across nose and wiping it off, he dried and dressed himself.

Running a hand through his hair and straightening his tie up, he hurried down the stairs and entered the common room in time to see Tori leaving through the portrait. He hurried behind her, grabbing his friend by the hand and spinning her around in a circle, letting out a low whistle as he did so. "My my my, I seem to have bagged myself the prettiest girl tonight! I don't even need to see all those other girls to know that." He grinned, releasing her only to bow at the waist, then offering his arm to her. "Allow me to escort you to the dance. As your official date, I feel it is only proper."

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[LittleStevieHorseAndPhone]

So maybe years living with a Slytherin had taught Creighton a bit on how to scheme. He never had measured up to his friends' courage back in school, but what he lacked in raw nerve, he made up for with an uncanny ability to go behind people's backs.

That he'd neglected to mention the gala was no oversight. He'd purposely left the invitation out of sight, under a stack of bills, and had intended to get rid of it before his wife found it, but it must have slipped his mind.

Sometimes, these things fell through.

Ah well...another day, another missed opportunity to 'accidentally' run into her and see if maybe she would actually speak to him.

"Oh, don't rag on Perry, Hillary, he's a decent bloke," he said. Bit soft in the head, sure, but didn't we all like having friends that made us feel smart?

Perry certainly trumped Creighton in the decency department, though.

Sighing, he said no more, straightened his tie, and had barely stepped into his shoes when Hilaeira Apparated the both of them into Hogwarts. "Eager as always?" he said, trying his damnedest to force some enthusiasm into his flat tone.

He didn't want to start a fight.

That was about the extent of how he felt about his wife.

He took the walk to the school in silence. Being here, in Hogsmeade, with Hillary, only made him think of every street he'd walked with Sandra, every shop window they'd peeked into. They were going to be happy together.

Even after his parents married him off to a broad he didn't love.

They met in secret, he and Sandra. Back then, it was a thrill when she would come to his backyard and he would stand out on the ledge of his marital bedroom while Hilaeira entertained her party guests down below. They were like some sort of reversed Romeo and Juliet...

But now, in retrospect, the thrill fell flat.

They were going to run away together.

But then...then, when he finally got up the guts to do it, to just say [******** it and leave everything behind, Hilaeira got pregnant, and Sandra bowed out.

"Sandra, please," he'd tried to reason with her. "The child will have its mother. Hilaeira can take care of both of them. They don't need me, but I need you."

He waited for her all night on the bridge where they'd agreed to meet before they eloped, hoping that she would change her mind and turn up after all. Didn't they always come back to each other?

Only this time, she didn't.

Eventually, he and Hilaeira made it to the school, where they were greeted with the sounds of orchestral music, the sort you hear at these fancy galas. He clenched his jaw. If he never heard another violin again...

They'd just crossed the threshold of the Great Hall when James practically flew into his mother, throwing his arms around her. "And what about your old man, eh, James?" said Creighton, a bit stiffer than you'd expect from someone who'd been raising the boy for the past seventeen years.

"Sirius, my boy!" He gave Sirius a clap on the back--if you squinted, it could almost seem like Creighton was warmer to Sirius than to his own son.

James was a bit of a handful, was all, and watching him and his mother conspire against whatever boy he was competing with over this Miss Lily Evans drudged up painful memories. He remembered how vicious Hilaeira used to be to Sandra back in school, and he'd try to interrupt his wife and son and suggest that maybe bullying wasn't the answer, but they would just laugh, roll their eyes, and carry on.

And alright, maybe he was acutely aware that if it hadn't been for James, he'd be standing here with Sandra on his arm, saying a mid-semester hello to their children, but he wasn't saying anything on the matter.

He didn't like to be bitter.

He watched both Sirius' and his wife's eyes travel over to the new Defense professor and gave a small start.

Oh, he remembered Tom Riddle alright.

He remembered him as the boy Hillary had a constant rivalry with. She'd clocked him in the face once--Creighton hadn't been there to see it, but he'd heard about it through the grapevine. When the Queen of Slytherin assaults the Head Boy, it makes news.

He knew Tom wasn't going to take that sitting down--who would? But it's one thing to hit back, and another to lead an unwitting Gryffindor boy to an empty room in the dungeons and Crucio him for the simple crime of being fancied by Hillary Highland.

"He teaches here now," he explained to his wife, and to Sirius, "We were schoolmates," Creighton said, because he couldn't very well say, He was a barking teenage psychopath in distinguished company. "But I'm sure you boys have dates to get to? Surely the girls--"

The rest of his sentence was lost as he caught sight of Sandra by the door.

Seventeen years of unresolved yearning ate at him from the inside, and here he was with his wife on his arm.



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Phillip thought the way the morning had went was interesting to say the least. First with Liesel finally stepping up and asking him to the dance when he had hoped he could have asked her, but still that was the highlight of his day, then when Marie had made her way over to his table right after and made it a point to do her whole best friend protection speech which was funny because he had known Liesel longer, and while now he was just getting ready in the boys dorm in the Ravenclaw tower...his mind was on both ladies he was sure were waiting downstairs.

Marie was a spitfire for sure, and she had caught his attention a long time ago...but he barely saw her as a friend to see her anything more than that. She was a tough girl who knew how to cause a lot of trouble and not get caught. Just not his kind of trouble. For Liesel's sake, he'd be nice though.

The party was scheduled to start soon, but Phillip had no problem being fashionably late. Though he still did have to make his way down to the hall where he was meeting Liesel at before even thinking of heading over to the party. Making sure his jacket looked nice, Phillip was excited for his party. And not just because of the fun he was going to have, but because of the fun he was going to have with a certain girl on his arm.

And who knew, maybe he'd get her to smile.

"See you down there." he said to Drew, a fellow ravenclaw standing in the common room as he looked like he was waiting for his own date over by the girls staircase.

By the time Phillip had made it to where he was supposed to meet Liesel the whole place looked packed. "Woah, I thought the party was in there? Or did we move it out here to be with the cool kids?" he teased.

"Come on guys, no one can get through and I have a very pretty date waiting for me." he teased before making eye contact with Liesel and winking at her. He was right though, he didn't even have to see her to know how beautiful she looked.

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"Rose! Oh, Liebling, you look beautiful," said Liesel, hugging Rose around the waist with one arm as she joined the assembly. "Red really is your color. Oh! Look at us," she added, catching their reflection in the glass of a trophy case. "We're just like fire and ice."

How uncannily fitting, considering Rose's passion and Lise's total lack thereof.

"Ready for tonight?" Ready to make Sirius Black her love slave, that is. The only person more excited to see that go down than Liesel was none other than Rose herself. The Marauders really thought they were going to win this ongoing war? Please. When it came to the art of prank warfare, Liesel was Sun ******** Tzu.

"Oh, lay off him, Maire," she said as Marilyn threatened violence on her date. Thaddeus Borgin spoke up next, and Liesel stiffened when he did. Her shoulders squared, and she angled her hips away from him in self-defense. She knew it was unnecessary, but she couldn't get rid of the nagging paranoia that if she let her guard down, he just might tear into her--danke, Vati! she thought to herself sarcastically.

It was silly, really--Thaddeus Borgin had more class than that, and besides, the hallway was full of people, and besides besides, he'd have to fight his way through layers upon layers of tulle and she didn't think any bloke would be up for it.

Part of the reason she'd worn the thing.

She could probably pass out drunk in a room full of blokes and make it through the night safely. Anyone who got it in his head to have his way with her would probably get frustrated trying to reach her crotch through the layers of her skirt and ultimately give up.

"He said he'd be here, Thad, and he'll be here," she assured him. "He's a good man, you two. The only thing wrong with this arrangement," she drawled on, "is that I'm a horrible woman."

And yet, Phillip was ecstatic to be taking her on this date. He'd stuck by her all these years while she hardened and froze inside and turned into a total monster, and somehow, he never caught on.

"Come on guys, no one can get through and I have a very pretty date waiting for me," she heard him say as he pushed through the crowd.

"Well, who is she? I want to know who I need to hex for stealing my date!" she teased. "Come on, Schatzi, you're just in time."

As she led the assembly to the Great Hall, Vanessa Goyle, a girl in Rose's year, passed her and said, "Oi! Lise! Is it true you're ******** a Marauder for inside intel? Man, this is some real honey-pot s**t. Bet you and the gang are gonna destroy 'em."

"Himmel, Arsch, und Zwirn! Nessa, can we not, in front of my date!?" Liesel snapped. Her cheeks, already flushed with alcohol, turned even redder in mortification. Phillip already knew she'd slept with Peter, but it wasn't the sort of thing she wanted aired over a crowd.

"Oh...sorry, I didn't know you had a date."

"Well, of course I do!" She took Phillip's hand as if to prove her point. Damn. She hadn't even realized they weren't holding hands before. People did that on dates, didn't they?

If it was possible, she got even more embarrassed. She looked at the ground and stammered. "I...uh...wow, the whole, uh, words thing isn't happening..."

Let the record show that Phillip Kutner was the only boy in school who could do this to her. When it came to boys, she usually had only two speeds: defensive hostility, or disgusting demon lust. He was the only one who could render her truly flustered.

"Look, I know I can seem really impersonal." She swallowed. Her words bled together around the edges. "And I'm sorry for that. You know I don't mean anything by it. I'm just kind of...I don't know. Y'know what they say about how Germans don't know how to be affectionate."

Despite the alcohol in her system, she managed to make it to the Great Hall without tripping. The party was well underway, and she was going to suggest they have a dance before a hand closed around her shoulder.

She startled and whipped around, staggering dizzily before the look in her father's eyes made her straighten up and go stiff as a board.

"Good evening, mein Lise."

"Hullo, Vati." She deliberated a smile that could pass for warm. We're a normal family. Got it, everyone?

It was always mein Lise with him, wasn't it? Never just Lise.



location: the Great Hall with: Phillip and Vati outfit: modest and traditional



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Liz didn't disguise the look of disgust as she watched Jamie put sweets into his mouth, sighing in happiness when the house elves finally added a bowl of fruit to the mix, once again picking up a plate and this time actually placing a few items onto it. Turning back around to survey the room, and popping a blueberry into her mouth, she chuckled softly. "You're right, not charming. But smart enough to brew a love potion." She raised an eyebrow, looking sideways at him, a small smile still on her face. But after only a moment of this, her expression returned to it's usual blank state.

At his complement, Liz looked down at herself and shrugged nonchalantly. "What? This old thing? It's just something ... my Mother sent in the post for me to attract a possible, pureblood fiance. Therefore of course I look great. My Mother lives for marrying off her only daughter." Looking around, Liz realised that many of the girls in this room were all taking it as a chance to be noticed by some boy. It was pathetic really. Her face pulled into a sneer typical of a Slytherin as she placed another blueberry in her mouth.

As talk moved in a different direction, she seemed to relax, though her posture didn't appear to change at all. "It is amazing what one can find in the school library." She thought back, fondly, to many years of stumbling across some new piece of information or some new book. "My plans? Oh the usual really. A few hours on the Quidditch pitch and then a few hours curled up in the library with a good book." She sighed wistfully, as if imagining how much improved her day would have been had things gone as planned.

"Alas, I am here and thus I should make the most of it, don't you think?" Another blueberry found it's way into her mouth. That was what her Mother always said whenever she pulled Liz away from her research to attend some social gathering and while her Mother did not understand Liz's need to learn, Liz understood her appearance at such gatherings, and therefore did not complain. "The hall is really starting to fill up now. Finally. Just what this party was beginning to feel dull. Hopefully, things should get interesting."

Liz was certainly no fool. The growing tension between Gryffindor, especially the Marauders, and the Slytherins, especially the Seventh years, had been growing exponentially since the rather gruesome prank performed at the Gryffindor tower, and it wasn't exactly difficult to know which group was to blame. There were a lot of questions about where anyone would have gotten that much blood, but Liz could think of several ways to do so, if you knew the right people. However, Liz was rather hoping the tensions would reach their breaking point this evening. It always caused her great amusement to watch the two group throw blows at one another. It made them all look rather foolish in her eyes.

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Location :: The ball Outfit :: Prom

[The Impossible Fii]

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❝ Avery was still really nervous. He even debated a few times just going back to his dorm. But he couldn’t do that. No matter the reason for Racy asking him, he was her date, and he couldn’t just leave because of his nerves. Though, a part of him was still curious if she had any ulterior motive for asking him. Because he still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that she asked him. He didn’t think anyone would ask him, and well, he just didn’t have the guts to ask anyone. Which was the main reason he was planning on not going in the first place. He could always find some excuse to say no to a social event.

He sighed inwardly and managed to calm himself down a little, pacing back and forth in front of the Great Hall definitely helped. He noticed Jamie and Liz pass by which made him relax a little. At least his housemates were here. He took a step forward about to finally enter when he heard heels clicking behind him and the sound of someone tripping. He turned to see who it was and stiffened slightly. The nerves were kicking in again when he heard her familiar. It was Racy. "Well, good evening!" Her enthusiastic voice rung in his ears. He felt his heart racing as Racy spun herself under his arm.

“Y-You look st-stunning Racy. Pink suits you.” He tried to compliment her, but he stumbled on his words which made his cheeks flush a little. Her arse was daringly close to his crotch and it made him stiffen again. “N-No! Not at all, I just got here actually.” Well, that's wasn't really true. Though he really wasn’t waiting all that long, but even if he was, he didn’t mind. It gave him time to calm himself down and mentally prepare himself. With her arm in his he led her inside. The room and halls were filling up quickly as more people started to come. “Did you want something to drink?” He decided to ask. He wasn’t even sure what to do right now.

It was obviously too early to ask her to dance, or they could sit down at talk…but about what? He mentally kicked himself. He really was oblivious to these things of things. His eyes wandered around at the people who arrived. He saw a few familiar faces. He felt a little more relieved. He was surprised at how many girls were wearing blue. Was that the trend right now? Blue gowns? He was glad that Racy wasn't wearing blue, though she most certainly would have looking just as stunning in it. She never seemed to be the type to do what everyone else did. He looked over at her. "Um, did you want to sit or something while I get our drinks?"
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