MORSMORDRE {marauders - au - redux | O/A

[thequeen-- barbie]

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"Why won't you dance with me, Cherrie? Just one dance."

"Because my mother taught me better than to dance with boys who whine." There was still sugar in her voice, even as she shot the poor boy down over her glass of punch. Her smile might have been mistaken for that of pity, and it was easy to miss the malice in her eyes as she watched him walk away from her, perfectly dejected and slinking off to his goofy buddies with his tail between his legs. She got a thrill that she wasn't quite certain how to explain, and the fun was only just beginning. She hadn't missed Professor Wellbeloved's entrance, the way some of the girls fawned for a moment as he passed them by. Sexy, for an older man, they whispered on late nights, when they were all sipping their stolen wine.

And his eyes only followed her. It was dangerous, attraction like that, and not just because of her age. It was because of her cunning. Once, she'd read of a spider--the Wolf Spider, if she remembered correctly--that burrowed it's own traps and waited for the prey to fall in. She admired the dear creatures. Such a nondescript manner of destruction. In the end, it would always be the victim's fault, and they wouldn't even see it coming.

He complimented her, and he fell right in. "I guess I'm just a natural, Professor. Can't hurt that I've had such good tutoring on the subject, either." Charity beamed, running her fingers through silken strands of pale blonde hair. "I worked very hard though," He was so damn good at controlling himself, wasn't he? She watched his eyes for the minute dilation, peripherals trained not only on his Adam's apple, but on his fingers. They tensed when he restrained himself, and when he swallowed, she knew she was doing a good job of keeping the act up. Silly boys. They never learned, did they?

Maybe the good Professor might know better. He didn't know quite yet about the tattoo on her inner arm, cleverly disguised by sleeves or makeup on most occasions, but she'd done her time to earn it. Mother and Father had theirs too, as did her big cousin. "My cousin Vincent was supposed to dance with me. You'd think he'd pay attention to me, considering we're to be married after I finish." She wanted to see the jealousy in his eyes. Merlin, break, already. "He's dancing with other girls because he thinks it's a stupid tradition. Do you think it's a stupid tradition, Professor? Rich girls usually get promised away without any choice of their own."

Really, Charity didn't care. She wasn't going to mention the fact that she hadn't exactly planned on keeping her parents around for long after she was through with school anyways. She couldn't exactly let them mess everything up, now could she? "Boys are really such fickle creatures, and yet they blame us."


'cause i'm a primmadonna girl...
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location: great hall company: none outfit gala

[turquoise pixie dust]

"Oi, mate. Are you going to burn a track into the floor all night or are you going to the bloody dance?" Calvin Gregory said before he descended the stairwell from the boy's dormitory to go down to the common room.

He was right. Cameron had been pacing for the past half hour or so.He had been debating and fighting within himself on whether or not he wanted to go to this damn gala. Of course, he would probably personally punished if he hadn't. His mother and father are in good standings currently with the dark lord, and he would not want to disappoint. Hell, who was he kidding, most of his family were death eaters; himself included. Cam bit his lip at the thought, he never got around to telling Heloise during their time of dating.'She wouldn't understand anyway...' He thought to himself. He never really told anyone, besides fellow death eaters who obviously knew already. He took a swig from the bottle of Pureblood that had been laying on his bed. Luckily there was going to be an after party later on, he was needing it.

Cam glanced at himself in the mirror once more. He still had a reputation to uphold regardless of his mixed feelings for Heloise. It was a cream colored tux with a white undershirt and a black bow tie. Clearly he wasn't going for over the top with this one, but simply classy. Hell maybe at the after party a girl might just accompany him to his bed. Thankfully since he spent most of his day thinking and planning things for the after party, he was able to round up everything that would be needed tonight. Now all he needed was the help of Travers and others to pick the perfect place and hope that it wouldn't be crashed. With that thought in mind, he headed to the Professor Riddle's gala. On his was through the dungeons, he passed by many lovely ladies in skimpy black, silver and green dress. However, there seemed to be only one girl really on his mind currently.

Once he got to the entrance of the gala, he passed Liesel Dolohov and Alecto Carrow. He nodded towards them and headed inside. He then spotted Travers with Dirk. He was rather quite in good terms with Dirk, in his own opinion at least. Dirk was more close to Travers than he was, but they got along well it seemed. He grabbed a cup full of spiked punch and made his way towards Travers. Luckily he had an extra flask filled with FireWhiskey in case this punch sucked. He watched Travers sneak off towards Daffodil Majoribanks. Cam gave a sideways smirk, whatever floats his boat. He tried to never meddle into Travers' love life. He walked up and stood next to Travers for a single moment. "Everything is ready to go for the after party, just need you to decided on where you'd want it to go down." With that said he downed his cup of spiked punch and headed towards a table to have himself a seat. It was a great scouting area for any potential girls he'd like to steal a dance with, but mostly he was able to see Heloise from where he was sitting. The blasted woman was still on his mind. His eyes drifted from her to what appeared to be her looking at Jamie Campbell. His blood began boiling. 'The hell does she see in him?' With that, he took a swig from his flask and quickly placed it back in his tux pocket.

OOC: This is Cam's tux here

[LittleStevieHorseAndPhone]

Sometimes, Chris wasn't sure whether that Borgin kid was mocking him or not. He lightly pushed him aside before eagerly accepting Tiffany into his arms. "It's nice to see you, too, little darling," he said before returning her kiss.

"How have you been holding up today?"

Oh, you know. No flashbacks or worst-case scenarios crept up on me today, so that's progress.

Being involved in a murder wasn't as easy as it sounded. It wasn't that he'd cared for the girl...it was just kind of a pain in the arse, carrying around the constant paranoia that one of these days, the Ministry would turn up on his doorstep and all his life's prospects would come to a screeching halt.

It helped that he had someone to share the burden with, though. Tiffany was handling it a lot better than he was, and he tried not to let her see any weakness. Wasn't he supposed to be man of the house later on down the line? Silently, though, he leaned on her, borrowing her meddle to strengthen his own.

"I've been alright...could've been better if I got to see more of you, though. You look just like royalty, by the way--boy, am I a lucky tosser!" He smiled.

Arm in arm, they walked to the Great Hall--once Liesel's date had shown up, of course. He smirked when he overheard Marilyn--apparently, he wasn't the only one who thought Liesel had snagged herself a bit of a mismatch.

That is, until the subtleties of her tone clued him in.

He thought that in settling for a half-blood, the Queen Bee was aiming a little low. Marilyn seemed to think the opposite. You could see it if you looked closely. Chris walked up beside her and murmured into her ear, "Careful about your tone, little darling. Jealousy's not a good look for you. Besides, you're worth much more than some Quidditch dropout, anyway."

Even though, technically speaking, Chris was some Quidditch dropout, himself. At least he had blood and connections.

"You should hang around. See if after the dance, we can get Tiff to invite you in on the fun, eh, Maire?"

He passed on her left, and soon, he and Tiffany had made it into the Great Hall.

"Well, this is a nice little setup...shame all the rabble are here, though," he remarked. Sadly, it wasn't as if Professor Riddle could have just excluded the poor and middle-class. Dumbledore wouldn't have had it. Mad old coot... "Well, let's us just try and enjoy ourselves, right?" He gave Tiffany's hand a squeeze.



location: the gala with: Tiffany



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THERE'S NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WRONG AND RIGHT.

[LittleStevieHorseAndPhone]

If Liesel looked composed, that was only how things were on the surface. She'd played that cool, but only barely. Years of practice had made her into a phenomenal actress. Her smile didn't falter. She maintained her chipper demeanor with Phillip, even though as they went to get drinks, she felt like she was splitting at the cracks inside. She held his hand and tried to take some comfort in his being there with her, because wasn't that what normal people did? Find solace in one another?

Only, she couldn't. It was as if something inside her had been ripped out and could no longer connect to the corresponding part in other people. She felt beyond all help, comfort, and relief.

She felt gross. She just couldn't stop thinking about her and Vati and all the things she'd agreed to do, back when she was stupid enough to go along with it.

And she was afraid that if she looked up into Phillip's eyes, she'd see her father's in their place.

"Thanks, Liebling, I needed another drink," she said as they reached the table. At least, that was the conclusion she'd come to, even if she'd already been proven wrong tonight. She'd drank herself into a Kiera-level state of inebriation in the dormitory, thinking the liquor would make her less anxious, but look at her now: she was still anxious, but now she was dizzy, too.

She poured herself a drink, and had downed half of it before Phillip said something that made her cough. She set down her drink, her cheeks flushed bright red, and stammered, "Wh-what are you insinuating?" she stammered. Her pulse picked up--she liked that mental image a bit more than she should have.

Curse her mad animal lust sometimes! She so wanted to be better than that, but obviously, she wasn't.

It was a relief when Billie showed up. "Hey Billie!" Liesel chirped. "I didn't know you'd be here!"

"Oh sis, you look lovely! Phillip handsome as ever!"

A fresh burst of panic broke out right from the center of Liesel's chest. She felt mortified: her sister had just complimented her date before she had even thought to do so! She was terrible at this whole romance thing. "He is, isn't he?" Liesel added with a tight, self-conscious smile. "You are, Liebling, you cut quite the figure in dress robes."

When in doubt, resort to stock phrases. She didn't even know what that one meant in English; she'd read it in a comic in the Daily Prophet.

Speaking of the Daily Prophet...

"How's work going, Billie? And when are you going to show me around the news room? You promised you would, you--whoops!" she exclaimed, as a gesture of her hand knocked a glass off the table when she wasn't paying attention. She laughed a bit and said, "You got me. Guilty as charged, I have been drinking."

"Are the other two going to be joining this as well?" asked Billie.

"Maksim couldn't come, he wasn't feeling himself," said Liesel, which was really code for, He's around here somewhere, in very convincing drag, passing himself off as a girl named Mariska. Liesel still didn't entirely understand it, but if her brother wanted to be a girl, then it was his life, and he could do what he wanted with it. "I think I saw Lea around here somewhere, though?"

She could tell Phillip was getting bored, or maybe impatient--she wasn't the best at deciphering other people's emotions. Either way, she figured she ought to get the both of them back to the party if she was going to keep from ruining this date any more than she already had with her inattentiveness and emotional constipation. "I'd love to stay and chat, Billie, but this is my favorite song! Phillip, come on," she said, leading him off to the dance floor. "Don't forget, Billie, you owe me a tour!" she called over her shoulder.

Let it be noted that Liesel Dolohov was an awful dance partner.

She was always trying to lead, which could cause a fair bit of confusion and clumsy footwork. She tried to let go of the reins and let Phillip lead, but it was hard trying to break an old habit and try to hold intrusive flashbacks at bay, and multitasking got a million times harder when the world was spinning around your head as fast as it was spinning around Liesel's.

Why did she have to be such a trainwreck?

No. No, she wouldn't accept this from herself. She didn't have to be broken, didn't have to be weak. She could get over and above all of it if she just set her mind to it--easy as Apparition. She could be normal.

And she could prove it, too.

Without thinking, she broke the rhythm of the dance to grab Phillip by his lapels, pull him in, and kiss him full on the mouth.



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



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ALWAYS PAYS.

[mandygurl71]

XXXPrudence McKayla BakerXXXXXX

Rosalie had been welcomed into the group, not that she had expected otherwise of course, and they all made their way to the great hall shortly after Phillip arrived to escort his date. At this point, Rose could do nothing but stand in the center of the group, dateless, with one hand at her side and the other clutching the vial that hung from her neck as if it were her life inside of it and if she let it go even for a second she would lose it.

It was that vial that would make sure she would not remain dateless for long.

The group walked in and soon everyone started going their own separate ways, Liesel over to her father with her date, Carmen off to the side with her's and who knew what Kimberly and Amycus were doing besides trying not to spill water on more undeserving people or whatever it was Kimberly had done that morning. It left Rosalie standing alone towards the front of the great hall, but she was okay with that because it meant she did not have to pretend to listen to anyone as she walked around the dance floor, eyes scanning for Mr. Sirius Black.

Her heart was racing, but on the outside she seemed calm. She just kept telling herself that this plan would work, it had to work, she had nothing else up her sleeve. If it did not work, she did not know what she would do. She had been so distracted she bumped right into Andy Sheikh, having not seen him standing there and swore, "Idiot, did you not see where I was headed? You're standing right in the way of people walking!" Her hand went directly to that vial again afraid it almost fell of her neck.

"Woah, Harvy, sorry!" he snapped taking a step back out of her way. Rosalie just glared at him until he moved to the other side of the room and only then decided to dust herself off. Looking up again to finally spot Sirius across the room...she just needed to wait for the right moment now.

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[NightisDark21]

It was strange.

Garrett's eyes watched as the great hall filled with guests. Everyone was happy and carefree. The students smiling happily within their dates. The atmosphere itself a as warm and inviting. An air of warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. Sometimes it didn't even feel real. It had only been a few years yet it felt like he had been fighting for much longer. Looking at these students he wished they could stay that way forever. Never leaving the protection Hogwarts provided. But he want so foolish. There were reports of recruitment coming from inside of Hogwarts. If he had more proof of this he would have set shop up here long ago. Just the thought of the death eaters using children for their dirty work made his blood boil. These students didn't deserve that. Let them enjoy their lives, let them spike their punch and have a good time. They were all...too.young.

Giving a sigh he glanced around again catching the eye of one of his colleagues. He wasn't the only auror here guarding the students. There were some stationed outside patrolling the perimeter. There was another few standing around the entrances an exits. And then, along with himself there were two in the great hall keeping an eye out. Unlike himself however they didn't stand out. Unfortunately the daily prophet, took a liking to him and his work. Making it so that his face was well known. He didn't know how they had gotten pictures of him, since he refused anything of the sort, so his face and the name Archangel were practically the face of the auror's office. He didn't exactly like being made a target like that but he couldn't control what they Putin the paper.

As.His eyes scanned the room once more his eyes fell on those he hadn't t seen in years. Billie Dolohov. An old love he never quite got over.

His hardened stars softened to that of shock as he watched her glide towards her sister. He didn't think too much of her since they never really interacted much. But he recalled when Billie introduced her for the first time. They looked nothing alike, and while he recalled others being interested in her, Garrett wasn't one of them. Because simply she wasn't Billie.

He had tried to get over her. He really did. He had tried to.date others but they always had the same problem. None of them could succeed in making him forget about Billie. She just had that much of an hold on his thoughts.

Their parting wasn't a pleasant memory. But he never once.blamed her. Her words from that day stung him so hard that he didn't go after her the way he wanted to. But even so, he didn't hate her. He couldn't.

His stomach did a somersault at the thought of talking to her again. The only contact he had made since graduation w e 're the articles he read. He ha read everything she had written. He had always believed she was a great writer and was genuinely happy for her. She looked like she hadn't changed a bit since then. And him? His scarred and hardened face was not the only difference. He wasn't the same. He was certain she didn't want to see him but he felt his legs carry him over. Making sure that he was silent as his training taught becoming up behind her he held his breath, attempting to straighten his time and f a filing before moving

"Billie Dolohov ..." He sighed as he looked down at her, his height still towering over hers as he managed a small awkward smile, his small scar on his lip moving to a present shape. "You..." He stopped losing his words before giving a small sigh to calm himself. He was usually confident and hard but in front of her, all of that seemed to disappear. "I didn't expect to see you find you here.."

The Great Hall: ♞ L o c a t i o n
X:♞ A t t i r e
Billie :♞ W h o ' s W i t h M e
Anxious, uneasy, jittery: ♞ F e e l i n g

[what sara said]

location: the Great Hall talking to: Carmen

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Rabastan was in high heaven when he met Carmen in the corridor. He happily led her down the corridor as the group left for the Great Hall. "This morning?" he repeated with the slightest of stammers. This morning had been really something else. Carmen had made his head spin in circles, and although her behavior had been rather unorthodox (as he wasn't used to such a public display of one's feelings), he still remembered it with only fondness.

"Oh no, no harm done at all!" he reassured her. She had caused quite the disturbance in his trousers but he was pretty sure no one had noticed or seen and it wasn't as if any actual impropriety had taken place. He was only a human man with a human man's biological desires but so long as he didn't sleep with anyone out of wedlock he'd committed no wrong. What happened in his pants stayed in his pants so to speak.

"I could never hold anything against you Carmen," he continued. "And I feel the exact same way."

If it were anyone else but Carmen he might not have been so acquiescent but she just…had a power over men. Poor Amycus Carrow looked bewildered from simply the train of her gown gliding over his shoes.

Rabastan felt awfully lucky that out of all the boys in school Carmen could have ensnared she picked him.

Students from all walks of life soon crowded the corridors on their way to the gala. Was that really Rosalie without a date, he wondered to himself. Fine, stunning witch such as herself, it was shocking that no one had asked to accompany her. When the crowd arrived at the Great Hall, he offered his arm and said, "May I have this dance?" Proper and formal like he'd been taught. His good-for-nothing brother might not have absorbed any of his etiquette lessons but Rabastan was determined to be the perfect gentleman.

Another man might have offered Carmen a drink but Rabastan was the traditional sort. He didn't believe in ladies drinking to excess. He cared little for hedonism at all and if he were a Muggle he would be what you might call religious.

Thank Merlin he wasn't though, filthy creatures, Muggles.

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[what sara said]

location: the great hall with: the Marauders > Oly, Isabella and Heloise

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Peter didn't know which he more wanted distracting from: how difficult it was to squeeze into a pair of dress slacks that hadn't fit comfortably since two depressive episodes ago, or endure a bunch of pressure from his friends about getting a date. "Sorry, Mooney, but there won't be any juicy stories tonight," he said. "Not for me anyway." He would be going alone like the rest of his friends, although he was pretty sure they would each manage to snag a girl by the end of the night. Even James, whose object of affection had spent the last seven years snubbing him. Lily seemed to be coming around lately. As for Peter…

He knew who he would have liked to ask but she was taken and he didn't imagine her date would feel alright with sharing her. That just didn't happen, men were possessive creatures. Wasn't that just the way it worked?

He wished it wasn't. He wouldn't have been opposed to sharing Liesel with a million men if that's what she wanted, so long as he got the tiniest sliver of her affection. And he wouldn't mind a bit of attention from those million other men either…

But it wouldn't do to dwell on useless daydreams.

He blanched a bit as Sirius brought up what a vision James was in his suit. "It's a great suit. Bet Lily Evans will be impressed," Peter agreed trying not to sound too partial on the matter. He used to have the biggest crush on James and even nowadays he had the occasional daydream, but he didn't want any of his friends to find out. They'd never let him live it down.

"Ramsey? Nah. I appreciate the suggestion," he said to Sirius, "but I'd rather a girl who likes me for a reason other than she can't see properly."

While James and Sirius got the jump on them to the Great Hall, Peter finished getting ready and went on his own way with Remus.

"Do you think anyone's spiked the, uh…"

Just as they reached the Great Hall his eyes caught sight of Liesel kissing Kutner and that aching sense of rejection settled over him again.

"The punch," he finished his sentence.

"I need a drink. I'll see you around," he said.

Boy did he need one. He headed for the drinks station and poured himself a glass that was dangerously close to overfull. "Hey Oly, Isabella," he muttered in acknowledgement when he passed their table. "Heloise." He hesitated to greet her out of a bit of intimidation, but forced it out regardless, not wanting to be rude. Heloise was one of those people he felt it would be direly unwise to be rude to. He wasn't sure if he could be so familiar with the group of them. He didn't know how to join a conversation but he hoped he could figure out a way in so he wouldn't have to pay attention to the girl he desired locking lips with someone he'd never measure up to.

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[turquoise pixie dust]

Tori was almost halfway through the portrait when a hand suddenly grabbed hers from behind. This sudden act shocked her for a second, but she smiled once the person twirled her around. "Oh Dom, you're so sweet." She gave her friend a quick look over. "My, my, my. Dom, you look quite handsome this evening. I feel like the luckiest girl to have you as a date tonight." He truly did look handsome.

She grabbed his arm that he was offering and they began walking towards the gala. Tori began thinking about all the people that were going to be there tonight. This caused her to stop abruptly. "Dom. I'm so nervous. What if no one likes me. I'll feel like a freak all over again!" She placed her face into her hands. This was supposed to be the year where she would break out of her shell. Yet here she was, afraid of doing what she so desperately desired.

The young Hufflepuff glanced back over at her friend and fellow housemate. "What's the point? I'll never break away from this. I swear, I'm cursed!" She felt as if that were so. Tori didn't want to be stuck like this; in this rut of feeling alone. Ever since her first year, peers had always called her goody-two-shoes or know-it-all. She felt as if she were a bad egg ever since her mother passed away during her childbirth. Sometimes she felt as if she should just disappear, she wouldn't be missed anyway.

Tori took a few deep breaths and calmed herself from her nerves. She tried to straighten out any wrinkles that were on her dress and she placed her hands on Dom's broad shoulders. "I'm so sorry about that Dom, I don't know what came over me. How about we make tonight one hell of a dance because I can't be stuck in this mood or else I'll go honestly batty." With that said she gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and wiped away any lipstick residue. She looked at him and smiled brightly. "So how about that dance?" With that said, she grabbed onto his arm once more and was ready to go to the gala.


OOC: Ugh! This is a shitty post >.<' This is Tori's dress. here .

[turquoise pixie dust]

Oly stood up from her seat and went back to the drink table. Time for round two, or was it three? She had lost count already. Olyvia wasn't one to have much of a tolerance of alcoholic beverages, but she forced it when she had things on her mind that she would very much rather forget. On her way back to the table, she spotted Alecto and Liesel. They were lucky that she already had a few drinks in her, otherwise she would've had the nerve to walk right up to the lot of them and give them all a piece of her mind that would have given their nasty prank a run for their money. She wouldn't allow herself to stoop to that level, she wasn't as cruel as they were.

She made her way back to her seat next to Heloise and Izzy. Heloise was mentioning how she's had her eyes on Jamie Campbell for quite some time. Instantly, her eyes when directly to the mentioned lad. "He's quite the catch. You deserve someone way better than Ravenwood." Campbell wasn't her type personally but she preferred someone who could give her a little entertainment. Someone like Travers. However, Travers seemed to be swimming towards the sea of blue gowns with none other than Daffodil Majoribanks. Her face grimaced a little. The heart wants what the heart wants, she guessed. She had just hoped that he was thinking with the right head. A girl such a Daffodil didn't need to be part of some sick and twisted game just to get into her bed at the end of the night. She had hoped that Travers knew better than to pull such a stunt.

Olyvia overheard Heloise mention how Professor Riddle will probably have a conniption on how everyone is going to be drunk off their asses. That thought certainly was enough to make her chuckle. "Hell girls, if the man need it, I'll offer him a drink at the end of the night. Merlin help him if he has to deal with all of our sloppy drunk asses." With that said she took another drink of her spiked punch. She glanced across the room at Professor Riddle. Something still felt off about him that she wasn't quite sure about. An odd feeling crept into her stomach and she wasn't sure if it was the vibe that Riddle had been giving off or the alcohol settling into her system.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Sirius, James, and Lily. Obviously Lily looked absolutely gorgeous as ever. James and Sirius looked handsome as well. Olyvia had always looked up to them all; James, Lily, Sirius, and Peter. Her mind instantly went back to how Peter looked this morning. Something was off about him, and yet something kept drawing her towards him that she couldn't explain. It felt as if it were on the tip of her tongue. The only fact that she did know is that he had shagged Dolohov, which made her sort of jealous. Dolohov was quite good looking, despite on how much Oly hated to admit it. She wished she could figure out what Peter saw in the likes of her. But the fact that he had done that with Liesel still irked her a bit.

Of course, she shouldn't judge. It wasn't as if she hasn't found herself in the bed of a Slytherin once or twice before. Normally it would happen after a celebratory part for winning a Quidditch match. She wasn't a slut, well maybe she was once she is able to get a little bit of alcohol into her system. Peter Pettigrew suddenly appeared by the table on his way back from getting himself a rather full cup of punch. "Hello Peter." She greeted him with a rather keen smile. She noticed that he seemed rather distracted. "A penny for your thoughts Peter?" He truly did seem a little bit out of sorts. She downed the rest of her drink and thought about grabbing herself another cup soon.

OOC: This is what Oly's dress looks like. here

[LittleStevieHorseAndPhone]

"Nice seeing you too, Dad," said Sirius when Mr. Potter clapped him on the back. It came naturally to him--strange, what with the strained tension he noticed between the man and his own son. Sirius didn't make much of it, though. Compared to his own parents, James' were pretty much the bomb, even if his dad could be a little humorless sometimes.

"D'nno, mate," he said to James. "Left 'em in the Gryffindor staircase, they were talking about girls, I think. Speaking of which..."

James didn't need any telling to go pursue Lily once he saw her.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but you're right, Dad, I have got a lovely lady I'm hoping to see...let's just hope the feeling's mutual!"

With that, he went off in the same direction James had, and when James stole Lily's attention away, he rounded on Sam.

"What a pleasure it is to see you here!" he said. She didn't look much more pleased to be coming to this stuffy old party than he was, or rather, than he would have been, if she hadn't been there.

And, you know, those other motivating factors, too, like getting to the bottom of that prank and whatnot.

"And in all your finery, no less!" He took her hand and spun her playfully before releasing her. "Forgive my license, but you look beautiful tonight." Sam in a dress was a rare sight. Hers really flattered her--she didn't show off her body often, but she really ought to, she had a very nice one.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the Harvy girl entering and smirked. "I'd stay to chat, but I don't want to miss my opportunity," he said. "To get the dirt on that prank, that is. I'm gonna go talk to that girl. She'll melt like butter, tell me everything I need to know--" How did he know this? Well, he was the Sirius Black, was he not? "And then, once we know who it is, we can get our revenge."

And, as promised, Sam could punch the culprit all she wanted.

"Back in a tick!"

He pushed his way through the crowd until he finally closed in on the girl's position. "Rosemary Harvy," he smirked. It was Rosemary, right? Or Rosalind, Rosalie...roses were involved somehow. He remembered she was one of the succession of girls his mother had tried, unsuccessfully, to marry him off to before he was thirteen, but he'd never taken much interest and eventually his mother had to declare him a failure and refocus her efforts into Regulus instead. "I was hoping I might find you here. And how fortunate that your date isn't around!"

Did she have a date? How should he know? Even if she did, though, she would spare him a moment of her time, he was sure of it. He made the girls all fall just like dominoes...

Well, except for the one girl he actually wanted.

But they'd kissed. That was progress, right?




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location: the Great Hall talking to: Lily, briefly

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Confidence. Liz said Roerva lacked confidence and well, that made everything harder. She could commit the dance steps to memory but when it came to practical application, she stumbled, and correcting a technical error was much easier than removing a mental barrier holding her back.

She was confident in her Prefect duties but that was a whole other matter. She had a moral high ground over anyone who had it in him to pick on the little guy, and that allowed her to carry out her job with an air of righteous authority. What was she supposed to do among socialites? She'd never properly learned. Her mother had been part of this world: fancy balls and fine graces. But she gave it up for backalley crime, and later for her marriage to a Muggle conman she met in her travels.

Clueless though she was, Roerva showed up in the Great Hall as the gala began. She was dressed in a conservative lavender gown with a simple cut, just elegant enough not to insult the formality of this event but not at all flashy, and a string of pearls she was sure her mother had obtained illegally but hey, if she had them, she might as well wear them with something. She was glad this was a staff-organised event and not one of those Marauders' wild midnight soirees in their common room, those were uncontrollable. Still, inevitably, there were those who showed up intoxicated. Reese Macharet looked particularly out of it and Roerva noted mentally that she might have to sit the seventh-year down with a glass of water if she got out of control.

As she walked nervously across the floor she happened upon Lily insisting she was on duty, though James Potter was vying for her attention. "Oh don't worry Lily," said Roerva, "I can hold down the fort. You go have fun!"

Roerva might try the same herself except she had no idea how.

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Billie smiled at her sister as she realized judging by Phillips face that she had been interrupting something. She felt bad, but only for a minute, Phillip got to see her all school year, where Billie did not...he'd have his time with her and she was going to see her sister for as long as she could without upsetting Liesel. Then she brought up work, the one thing she was trying to avoid thinking about, and it made Billie want to think of a different subject, but she couldn't...and instead was forced to take a deep breath and answer as best as she could.

"Work is good, good...oh yes! I forgot about that, maybe on a weekend you have a Hogsmead trip, since you're allowed to leave the grounds I could arrange to take you away instead? Or over Christmas if you want!" Billie suggested, but the two looked distracted and ready to move on to the next thing at the party.

"We will talk! I promise!" She said as Liesel dragged Phillip off to go and dance with the rest of the students. It made her smile, watching her sister enjoying herself, drunk or not, at a party. She should be drunk, she should get it all out while she could because Billie knew that if she was forced into the Death Eater crowed by Antonin, then Liesel would probably be next too follow.

Her sister had been such a good distraction, Billie did not hear the next person approach, and when his voice hit hear ears her smile that she had on for real, turned to stone and she froze herself from swaying to the music before considering her options. She could pretend she hadn't heard him and try to slip into the crowd...or be a big girl and turn around and face the man who's heart she broke all those years ago.

She lost her chance to run away...

"Garrett...it-it's good to see you." she said as she turned to look up at him.

Looking into his face this closely broke her heart all over again. Her eye's did not meet his and instead scanned his face where she saw scar after scar. Her eyes lighting up with thoughts of who or what had put them there since the last time she had seen him. He was an auror after all...he probably fought other death eaters...people she knew and was forced to work with probably put those scars there and it broke her heart to think about it. She couldn't let him know though.

He was the enemy.

He couldn't suspect.

"Yes well, my step-father got invited, and I do have siblings that still go here, so they extended the invite to me as well and I figured I'd come and see my sisters and brother while I could. You just missed Liesel actually." She said, turning her head in the blonde's direction to see her now making out on the dance floor with Phillip instead of dancing. She moves quicker than I last remember!

Looking back at Garrett though, since she figured he would not just go away like she hoped, now would probably be a good time to ask him for that interview...and a good excuse to add into her reason for being here other than I'm a death eater and my master is throwing this party so I had no choice

"I wasn't exactly truthful in that last part Garrett...I have another reason for being here. You see, I work for the prophet...and my boss found out about our- well because we know each other they want me to write an article on you...but I can't do it without an interview. I'm sorry, I tried to get someone else to do it but...but they want it to be personal and-" she couldn't finish, looking down at her hands instead as she tried not to meet his gaze.

She was afraid if she did that all the real, full, truths might just start pouring out.

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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

Oh, James most certainly heard Lily's comment about him going away, but that did not stop him. Nor did it turn him away when she seemed offended by his flower.

"I wouldn't call it stealing, Evans! Merely taking something that was already stolen from the earth out of anothers possession and moving it along to someone...more deserving!" but his convincing did not work...Lily used her wand to replace the flower in his hand back on the fourth year's head that he had taken it from and he sighed. Plan B instead.

Sighing, he stood a little straighter and looked her in the eye as he spoke, "I am sorry if I offended you Lily, honestly." and it was honest. He hated when he struck out with Lily, time after time. At first, it had been a challenge, and while yes it still was a challenge...it was a frustrating one. He wanted to show her how he cared about her, he really just wanted one bloody chance, and she wouldn't give it too him.

No matter how frustrating it was though, he wasn't going to give up. Even if he completely had to change his ways, he would get one date with Lily Evans at some point in his life. Just one, and he'd be happy.

Because if he got one, then that opened the door for date number two.

"As amusing it would be to dance with Peter, I'm sure, he's not exactly my type if you haven't noticed and besides...the dance floor is starting to look a bit crowded now." he said as his eyes caught sight of the blonde Slytherin he had kicked out of the boys dorms those few weeks before. He looked back at Lily before nodding to Rovera.

"It seems we have coverage as far as supervision goes, instead of a dance how about a walk? If you want to feel better about it, we can even just go...patrol the halls together while the prefects handle the dance. Look, the old head girl Dolohov's older sister, whatever her name was, is here too I remember her being just as...diligent in her head girl duties as you like to be, I'm sure the habit is hard to kill so let's let her relive her glory days while we...take a break?"

Not as forward, and if she said yes she wouldn't be locking herself into a date type scene with him while he could still get some personal time with her...and more of a chance to convince her of a dance, he'd settle for a walk though if he had too. Anything with Lily was better than nothing at all. "What do you say?" he asked, offering her his now empty hand.

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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

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Sam glared at Lily when she kindly pointed out how much of a girl she looked like right now. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Oh yes, I couldn't believe it myself when I took my shirt off and saw I had boobs and everything. They do exist!" The sarcasm dripping from her tone was one only especially reserved for Lily that came with a smirk.

"Cute? Me and who? You're joking right?" she said, becoming defensive. It wasn't like Lily didn't know about the kiss that happened between herself and Sirius...she did, of course she did, Sam did not hold anything back from Lily...but she wasn't going to openly admit the feelings she wasn't sure of herself right now. It was just a kiss. That was it. Just because she said that she might be here, and that had openly left the invitation for Sirius to assume he could approach her...did not mean she actually wanted him too..

Right?

Of course her conflicting thoughts had gone back and forth from the moment she started getting ready. From her not going at all, to her going and Sirius ignoring her and her being fine with it, to him ignoring her and being mad at him...or in reverse with him coming over and...

Well she was about to find out how she felt about him coming over now wasn't she? Since before Lily could respond back to her, Potter had sniffed her out of the crowd and made his way over to steal Lily's attention not just two moments before Sirius walked up to her.

"Oh please, don't bother with the act Sirius, you practically begged me to come this morning and I'm here. No need to use flattery." And while she had said that and meant to be rude, the grin that came after as he complimented the way she looked was natural, and took her a second to correct herself before looking away. "You..don't look so bad yourself." she responded with flushed cheeks.

Sirius left as quickly as he came though...only staying to compliment her and then explain his plan for the night on how he was going to figure out who had pranked them in the common room...

and it was the most stupidest plan Sam had ever heard.

Melt like butter? Who did Sirius think he was! Some kind of stove?! He was not going to be able to get that girl to melt just by talking to her!

Or maybe he was...

Sam watched from the crowd as Sirius approached who Samantha recognized as Rosalie Harvy from the Slytherin crowd, and just the look on the blonde's face was enough to make Sam ball her fists up before realizing how she was reacting...

She was jealous.

He had come over and pretty much flirted with her only to run off to the first pretty blonde to walk in and that was that.

Maybe she was right...the kiss meant nothing. Since he was so quick to go and flirt with a girl just to get information...clearly that was all that mattered.

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