MORSMORDRE {marauders - au - redux | O/A

[LittleStevieHorseAndPhone]

For once, Liesel didn't feel the need to kill it with the makeup as she got dressed up for the ball. She'd been in a good mood these last few weeks, and it showed--she had a glow of health in her cheeks, and her dress fit the way it should, instead of hanging off her frame like a House Elf's work rags. Too bad that probably wasn't going to last. She was already starting to worry herself sick over the whole Phillip thing. She'd barely managed to gag down supper, too nervous about the ball.

It would have been fine if this were just a simple matter of her bad nerves. If she knew for a fact that nobody would pick up on her conditioned anxieties and secret dreads, she would have already ******** him by now. She'd deal with the flashbacks and the inner groundswell of emotions, all in secret.

But it was more complicated than that.

For all that she was a phenomenal actress, she didn't trust herself to keep it together. She wasn't a machine. She was a person, and people were fallible. And what if she slipped? What if he moved in to spin her on the dance floor and she fell to pieces, revealing once and for all that she wasn't THE Liesel Dolohov he so idolized.

That that girl didn't exist.

That the real Liesel was weak and scared and not even breakable anymore but just plain broken.

Reality was a far cry from the charmed, over-the-top fairy tale she fooled everyone into thinking was her life.

She could tell her life's story in one word. That word was overcompensation, and it rarely worked out the way Liesel would've wanted it to.

She clawed her way to the top of the social pyramid to protect herself from being used, and now that she was on top of the world, if she ever slipped it would be her certain death.

She went out of her way to prove to everyone that she wasn't afraid of boys--making eyes in the corridors, asking for boys' favor before Duelling Club tournaments--but it was only the boys who were particularly dissimilar from her father that she was able to work up the nerve to approach, and now half the school seemed convinced she was some kind of salivating pervert.

Of course, they were all chitchatting about her in the dormitory. Lise asked out Kutner?

But I thought...

Isn't she, like...

She's into, you know.

Nobody really sounded like they meant it in a mean way--good on them, because people who were mean to Liesel Dolohov didn't usually make it out the other end in one piece. They were just being curious and prying, the way people would be about you when your name was pronounced with a 'the,' and it shouldn't have bothered her as much as it did, but when their voices came though the walls and reached her ears, she grabbed the community handle of Firewhiskey from the bathroom counter and took as big a gulp as she could at once--her cheeks were puffed out and the liquor had filled her mouth to the back of her throat before she swallowed. Just for good measure, she took yet another four-and-a-half shot gulp after that, and while she told herself she was only trying to drown out the gossip, the truth was she was hoping to quiet her nerves so she could dance with her goddamn ball date without unraveling.

She stuffed a couple handfuls of tissues into her bra--overcompensation--and vacated the loo so her roommates could change and doll themselves up. As she made her way out of the dorm and across the common room, the liquor started to go to her head already--well, no duh, she'd just downed maybe nine shots in under a minute after practically skipping dinner, and while she was notoriously difficult to make drunk, this was definitely a new record for her when it came to number-of-drinks-consumed in the shortest amount of time.

Her head was spinning pleasantly as she stepped out into the corridor, her over-wide skirt catching in the doorway as she passed--overcompensation. She didn't know just how far down the Firewhiskey would drag her once it really started to kick in, but she hoped Phillip would show up soon. He said he'd be early, didn't he?

She wished anyone with a cigarette to spare would show up, really, because she was dying.

She wiped a drip of Firewhiskey from her bottom lip with the pad of her thumb. She could taste it in the back of her throat still, warm and pleasant. This was either going to be a really good night, or a really bad one.



location: outside the dungeons with: alone outfit: modest and traditional



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ALWAYS PAYS.

[Queen_Plum]

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{ Outfit }

Red. The balmy color was all she really noticed as she looked herself over in the mirror once more, her eyes lingering on her lips painted a dark shade of red. She smiled. Her auntie always told her she looked Gaudy when she painted her lips this shade of red, but she liked it. She was so pale, she thought it made her a bit more noticeable. She glanced to a bronze hand mirror that sat on her bedside table, she moved slowly over to the table and grabbed at it quickly. She then scurried into one of the corners of her dorm so the others wouldn't see her. She didn't care much for the other girls chatter, all she cared about was looking her best. Yet she felt that she wasn't as well pout together as the other girls. She gazed down into the delicate hand mirror and gave it a bright smile, she watched as golden words danced about her reflection words like “Beautiful”, “Enchanting,” “Just Gorgeous”. It was an enchanted mirror, it would compliment her no matter how awful she looked, yet it gave her the confidence to walk about like she was as beautiful as it told her.

It had been a present from her Uncle, who liked to call her a little troll, gave it to her with a card that read 'Maybe this will help you be more of a lady.' Then again she had been quite a tom boy when she was a child, she was the only girl out of 5 kids. She always ended her day with dirt stains on her pretty dresses and grass and leaves in her hair. She didn't see how a mirror would help her become more of a lady, especially when it called her lovely no matter how she looked maybe her uncle was just trying to make her feel less ugly after calling her a little troll for most of her child hood. She only really became more lady like around the age of 12, because she was finally around other girls. The first few years of Hogwarts had been rough for her, the other girls chose to tease her tom boyish ways, so she adjusted.

She sighed deciding that she had gained enough of an ego boost from the mirror, it was time to get going. She had men to impress, and a crowd to awe. She walked back over to her nightstand and sat the mirror back in it's place. She fluffed her hair a few more times and with confidence that could kill strutted her way out of the dorm. She held her head high and kept her pace steady as she exited the Slytherin dorm with an air of arrogance and grace surrounding her. Yet she was bound to crack, her facade was weak, she was not looking forward to this night. To seeing Cameron hit on every lovely lady dangled in front of his face, hell he might have even found a date and her she was lonely ole' Heloise strutting her way into a ball without a man on her arm after she told him she'd find one.

As she entered the room she was pleased to see she was one of the first to arrive, she quickly found a place to sit not seeing any point to standing about. Hopefully Oly would arrive soon and they could show off there dresses. Well Heloise really wanted to show off her own, she wasn't sure Oly would be very into the idea. Maybe some one would spike the punch so she wouldn't have to remember most of this night.

[Akikko]

✰ D I E D E R I C K ✰ J E R I C H O ✰ C R E S S W E L L ✰
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♚THERE'S A SONG FOR EVERY DREAMER♚
♚AS THEY CLIMB OVER THIS FENCE♚
♚TRADING ROSES FOR THE REAL WORLD♚
♚AS THE SECOND WEEK COMMENCES♚

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✰ S E V E N T E E N ✰ R A V E N C L A W ✰ P R E F E C T ✰
// location: Gala //
// talking to: Travers //

"Guessing I'll see you at the ball tonight too then?" The words rang through his head as hastily got dressed for the evening's gala. He'd responded with some half-confident response that was meant to be cocky but probably came across as weak and noncommittal.

Diederick just didn't understand it. Around any other girl, he could say things that would make them bend over backwards for him. Around Roerva, he turned into mush. It was frustrating and it didn't help him deal with his feelings for her in any sort of healthy way . . . not that that was the first thing on his mind when it came to the female prefect.

It was much simpler for a man to get dressed for a gala than any of the women that would go. He dressed into a simple tux and slipped into appropriately dressy shoes. His bow tie, of course, was a dark blue for his house. He had to show off that Ravenclaw pride as he left the dorms earlier than he was supposed to in favor of skipping over to Travers's place for a bit.

Dirk hoped that Travers would say something funny enough to get his mind off the whole Roerva ordeal. He trudged down to the dungeons and easily slipped into where Travers was getting dressed, leaning against the bedpost while Travers was getting ready.

"You got a date for tonight?" he asked his mate, crossing his arms in thought. "Or are you and I going to scope the place for some Hufflehussies?" He laughed at his own joke, until he remembered - Travers had a thing for a Hufflepuff . . . "Uhm, the curvy cute ones excluded, of course," he added quickly.

[The Impossible Fii]

location: the great hallxxxcompany: heloise lutzxxxoutfit: all dolled up

❝ Isabella was getting ready for the ball. She was excited to go. Though, she never actually asked Travers to be her date, she didn’t care if she went stag. Sure, it would have been nice to have really good-looking arm candy, she could survive the night flirting with Travers, and maybe even a few other blokes. It wasn’t like she was one to commit to just one boy anyways. She curled her hair and parted it to the side. She slipped into one of her lighter-colored gowns. She went for a long dress since it was a ball. She usually preferred short dressed, but figured most girls, if not all, would be wearing gorgeous long gowns, so she decided to play it safe. Choosing a soft blue color. A color she just about never wore.

She liked brighter colors because it complimented her darker skin tone, but once in a while found herself choosing lighter colors. She didn’t want to wear black because it was too typical. She had gotten her gown last Christmas from her father and hadn’t worn it yet. And what better occasion! She finished dressing, and added a few accessories and slipped into her heals. Doing a little touch ups to her makeup, not going all out and keeping it simple. Since she was wearing such a light color, she didn’t want her makeup to overpower it. Once everything was to her liking, she exited the dorms and headed down the corridors to the common room to see if Racy or even Reese were down there. But no one was there, maybe they were still getting ready or already left. Either way she decided to just head over to the great hall to see if anyone was there.

It was still pretty early, but she was eager and excited. She wasn’t all that surprised that there weren’t too many people there already, but she was hoping for a familiar face. Her eyes scanned and noticed Heloise sitting down. She gave a smile and walked over to her. She wasn’t all that close with her, but they were friendly with one another. "Heloise!” She greeted her. She looked down at her dress and smiled. “Your dress is gorgeous!” She beamed, realizing she was alone. “Are you waiting on your date? Or are you here alone?” She was curious. Hopefully she wouldn’t be hurt by asking if she was dateless or not. “I’m dateless tonight, but hey, I don’t mind at all. I’m quite excited for tonight! Do you mind if I sit with you?” She asked, hoping she wouldn’t mind.
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[Azura Meira]

The Gala was tonight.

Of course, Narcissa was going. She couldn't very well not go. Liesel and Alecto and all of the other Slytherin girls were going and she couldn't sit in the common room alone, oh no, not Narcissa of House Black. It was imperative that she go.

Even though she would be going alone. Not alone alone. With the other Slytherin girls, yes. Of course. The other dateless Slytherin girls because the half-bloods were beneath them and those worthy of them had to be fashionably late in asking.

Truthfully, and Narcissa horded the truth like a treasure, no intent to share, she did not want to show up to the gala in a flock of stag girls pretending that that was the plan when in reality none of them had been asked and everyone knew it. Oh, Sirius would just love that, she was sure he'd show up draped all over a mudblood just to drag their noble name through the dirt out of spite.

She flopped onto her bed and buried her face in a silk pillow. At this point, she'd settle for any good pureblood name. Like Bella did. Rodolphus would be there too. Shaming her dear sister, Slytherin and House Black. How beneath poor Bella he was. And how odd that she never seemed to care. If her husband were so cavalier, so... disrespectful, why, she'd curse him faster than you could say 'Sectumsempra'.

She had to pick herself up and get ready. So what if her cousin and her brother in law would be putting her family to shame and everyone would be laughing behind her back? She was a member of House Black. It didn't matter what they thought. She would go and dance with whoever she wanted and they would be so lucky that no one had enough courage to ask her.

She went to the wardrobe and opened it, pushing aside hangars until she reached the dress she had chosen for this very occasion. A red ensemble with white peep toe shoes. Something bold and mature that said, 'I'm here. We can begin now.' She changed and brushed her hair until most of the thick waves were gone and it hung sleekly over one shoulder. With the addition of a dark berry lipstick and neutral eyeshadow, the transformation was complete. Insecure teenager no more--she was the poised and elegant Narcissa of House Black and if a young man asked politely, she may find room for him on her dance card. That is, of course, as long as he was a pureblood.

[The Impossible Fii]

location: corridorsxxxcompany: no onexxxoutfit: fresh & dapper

❝ Avery was nervous and excited for the ball tonight. He really didn’t even want to go. Even if his fellow housemates were going to be there. He was never fond of social events. Even if it was one of his main goals this year to come out of his shell more, he always found himself crawling back in as soon as he thought about coming out. It was just so terrifying. The idea of interacting with others, and then maybe even doing something stupid or wrong and making a complete fool out of himself. That thought in itself was enough for him to not want to come out of his shell. But he needed to. His father was pissed off at his lack of manhood and his weak spine. He wanted to prove to his father that he wasn’t weak and spineless. That he could live up to their name and be a son he could be proud of and boast to everyone about.

This ball was the first step in the long-run. It was a small step, and one he probably wouldn’t have made if Racy didn’t ask him. Even now, he was still in awe that she even asked him. Was there some ulterior motive? He was curious. Racy had made no efforts before today to interact with him, yet she asked him to be her date. He didn’t mind at all. Racy was gorgeous, definitely out of his league. But he wanted to know why. Was it a bet? Or a dare? He wouldn’t have been surprised if that was the case. There were tons of girls getting dared to just speak to him or ask him out or some ridiculous notion because of his awkwardness. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of his nerves. Even though he was nervous, he was still filled with excitement for how the night would turn it out.

No matter the reason for being ask, he was still looking forward to being at the ball. Apart of him wanted to go in the first place, but was too terrified to even want to go. However, Racy provided him with a reason to go. And he was looking forward to it. He had been to formal events and balls that his father held when he was younger, but didn’t have the best recollection of them. They were always grand and filled with people dressed very well. He was glad that his mother packed one of his suits. He was against it at first. Telling her he wouldn’t even need it, but she packed it anyways. Telling him that it was ‘just in case.’ It was a simple suit. Black blazer, vest, and slacks.

A simple white button up and a black bowtie. He wasn’t sure what color Racy was going to wear tonight. He had different colored bowties, but figured it was safe to just go with black. He finished tying his bowtie and checked himself in the full body mirror hung against the empty wall of his room. He exhaled slowly, feeling the nerves rise a little. He finished dressing and walked out towards the Great Hall. It was still pretty early, but he was nervous and just needed to get out of his dorm. So he walked around the corridors to calm his nerves before actually going to the Great Hall.
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[Kimatress]

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In retrospect, she supposed she could see why it hadn’t been such a bright idea to start drinking again the moment she was finished with her lunch. However, that lunch had technically been more like her breakfast, and she desperately needed a Bloody Mary to keep her headache away—or at least, to keep it from progressing to a full-blown hangover. Since the start of summer, her personal mantra had turned into the b*****d child of ‘eat sleep rave repeat’ and ‘drink smoke ******** fight’. The fact school had started barely had influence on that lifestyle, except for the fact she had to watch out to whom she showed it.

And, in all fairness, she had not come to Hogwarts to attend debutante balls. There were enough of those outside school already, and she wondered what exactly professor Riddle had been thinking when he decided to organize one.

Well, at least it gave her an excuse (not that she needed it, really) to dress up.

She leaned against the tall mirror, the cold glass pressing against her forehead sending shivers up her spine. Breathing in, she leaned back again, head cocked slightly as she studied herself. She’d lost some weight, which she didn’t find a particularly good thing, even though chances were no one would notice but herself. It usually was that way; even if it felt like it was written on your forehead, it never mattered, because most of the time you were the seer amongst the blind. There still was something of her normal self in there, at least, that’s what the figure somehow seemed to convey. Not hanging on by the rings around my eyes. Even if she was kind of unstable, she still looked like a hot mess, which was a comforting thought. Stumbling, but still looking hella fine.

This was excellent really, because she didn’t have a date, but did want to get laid.

Turning around, she made her move to exit her dorms, rather early—she was sure most of her dormmates were still in the shower. Mid-motion, the hem of her dress brushed against the empty bottles by the foot-end of her bed, causing one of them to fall. She eyed the three bottles derisively. At this pace, she’d be out of liquor before the start of fall. She’d deal with that later on.

Marching through the common room as well as she could (not very well), she entered the dungeons, shivering as the cold air hit her bare arms. She wasn’t quite feeling like going to the gala yet, at least, not without company. Her dormmates probably wouldn’t be finished for another half an hour, and so, she half-walked, half stumbled towards the entrance of the Slytherin dungeon—yet after one hallway, she already had enough of her heels, instead taking them off and carrying them as she skipped there, at a higher pace than before.

A few rebellious strands had already left her chignon, and it left her looking somewhat disheveled as she rounded the corner—yet when seeing the lone figure standing in front of the wall, Reese could care less about what she looked like.

“Dolohov!” she exclaimed, skipping closer to envelop the other girl in a bonecrushing hug. “Wow,” she mused as she took a step back before leaning against the wall and putting her heels on again. “You’re wearing enough fabric to keep an orphanage clothed. But, besides that, you look pretty damn fine,” she nodded, as if consenting with her own assessment. Grimacing as she stood up straight again, her voice dropped to a whisper, despite them being alone. “I’m ******** drunk as it is already. How are you holding up?”

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[LittleStevieHorseAndPhone]

Kiera let herself into the bathroom after Liesel left, muttering under her breath about why that girl always had to have the bathroom to herself. Did she just, like, not want anyone to see as she pulled her woman-suit on over her scaly, reptilian true form?

Kiera wouldn't doubt it, honestly.

She charmed her updo into place and smoothed down the folds of her dress. It was the same dress she'd worn to her own birthday party over the summer, which had been a casual affair at a local Wizarding pub now that she was of age to drink legally--not that she hadn't cheated the system before, but at least now she didn't have to worry about the bartenders finding out her Apparition license was a fake.

It was kind of a dreary dress to be wearing at a party. It was black, with the sort of A-line cut designed to flatter a figure, which really just meant hide you from the public's view.

So she still had a bit of the past years' insecurities internalized. Sue her.

She glanced at the bottle of Firewhiskey and raised an eyebrow. "Who ******** took like, ten shots out of this thing?" she drawled.

Perhaps she'd been pregaming as well.

She opened the bottle and poured a generous measure of Firewhiskey into the oversized goblet she'd been carrying around with her before stumbling back into the dorm, down the steps, and into the common room.

The air was buzzing with gossip. Girls were gushing about their dates, their lack of dates, and their speculations about what Liesel was playing at, because they thought she was one of those, WELL, YOU KNOW!

Kiera couldn't hold back her snickers. It probably wasn't true, but still, it was funny!

When she reached the corridor, she found a few girls were already starting to gather. Well, Lise and Reese, but they had enough social presence for themselves and several others combined.

"You’re wearing enough fabric to keep an orphanage clothed. But, besides that, you look pretty damn fine," Reese was saying.

"And you are getting too thin. It's frightening, really. What am I going to do with you lot?"

"Well, it's not like you have much of a leg to stand on, Lise," said Kiera, coming up to the two of them.

"I never seem to."

"I’m ******** drunk as it is already. How are you holding up?" asked Reese.

"I thought I was drunk when I left the common room, but damn, Reese! Now I think I'm going to have to play catch up!"

"Nine shots in a minute," Liesel whispered with a conspiratory smirk. "I don't know what this is goin' t'do to me, but...you know me, always liked roulette."

"So, we all know who Lise is going with--seriously, Slytherin will not shut up. What about you, Reese, who's your lucky boy toy for the night?" She offered up the heavy goblet in her hands and added, "You guys fancy some moloko vellocet?"

"Some what?"

Kiera sighed. "It's another Clockwork Orange thing. I mixed milk with Firewhiskey and some Xanax I stole from some Muggleborn girl's dresser."

"You," said Liesel, "are insane, and I like it. I don't know what 'Xanax' is, but bottoms up?" She took the cup and downed a big swig, and maybe Kiera should have stopped her--nine shots seemed like a lot--but stopping the Queen Bee from doing anything was a bad idea in general.

She spilled a bit when Liesel dropped the cup irreverently back into her hands.

"I wore his favorite color," Liesel remarked offhandedly, and there might have been something wistfully self-berating about her tone, but if Kiera caught it, she made nothing of it.


location: the corridors with: Liesel and Reese outfit: back to black



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PERMANENTLY BLUE FOR YOU.

[Kimatress]

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A mildly scandalized look crossed over her face. Maybe Liesel did have a point—no ‘maybe’s there, actually, she was right, but she still was at a perfectly healthy weight, while her dear friend Kiera at least took the only appropriate side here. “I’m not getting too thin. I just had some issues with maintaining a healthy lifestyle lately. Better this than getting obese.”

“But, Kiera, sweetheart, great to see you too. Looking fabulous as usual,” she shot her a quick appraising look and a smile as both of them updated her on their various states of inebriation. “If it isn’t rough it isn’t fun, anyway,” she chuckled in response to Liesel’s roulette comment.

“I,” she started, dramatically throwing her hand in the air, “am going as a lone ranger. Or is that lone wolf? Either way, no date for me, though I desperately need to get laid. Couldn’t find anyone even remotely appropriate at lunch today,” she scoffed, looking on with interest as Kiera demonstrated her vast knowledge on things Reese had no idea even existed. "So, if you think of someone appropriately hot, please, do let me know." Ensuring both her friends knew about her state of loneliness was a good thing, in her mind; though not always the case, most of the time, both of them looked out for you if it was necessary.

Studying the cup in silence for a moment, she took the cup from Kiera’s hands once Liesel was finished, sniffing it before taking a large sip as well. The grimace on her face was half caused by its taste—firewhiskey was a whole lot more ‘out there’ than the vodka she’d been drinking all day, and for the better part, largely caused by what Liesel said. Barely managing to keep from spitting out her—or rather, Kiera’s drink, she unhanded the cup again, before looking at the other blonde with both eyebrows raised.

“Oh Merlin. Why not his favourite pair of underwear as well, if you’re doing the whole favourites thing? Tell me, Lise, could it possibly be that you have a crush on Kutner?”

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[LittleStevieHorseAndPhone]

"Oh, I agree," said Liesel. "Depravity's on the rise these days. It's like our whole generation's forgotten the meaning of discretion. I tell you, sometimes I think Rabastan's got the right idea!"

Kiera stared at her with the most confused expression on her face for the longest time. Finally, she said, "I think you're thinking of obscene?"

"What?"

"'Obscene' means 'un-proper,' 'obese' is when you're so fat you might die," Kiera explained.

"Oh," said Liesel. "Oh." She could be eloquent in English when she needed to be, but she still clung to her native German as a crutch, and once in a while a little difference between words would trump her and lead her straight to social embarrassment.

"Oh please--if I find anyone appropriately hot, I'm keeping him," Kiera snickered. "Kidding! We can share 'im!" She nudged Reese and fell apart laughing.

She didn't know what she was expecting from Reese when she started getting sentimental--she didn't know what had made her go all sappy in the first place. It must have been the Muggle drugs in Kiera's drink. "What've you poisoned me with, du Saumensch?" she half-slurred, glancing at Kiera.

"Oh Merlin. Why not his favourite pair of underwear as well, if you’re doing the whole favourites thing?"

"Like he would know what any of my underwear looks like? I'm a lady."

"A lady who got thrown out of Gryffindor Tower 'alf-dressed..."

Liesel inhaled sharply and stomped on Kiera's foot. Kiera squealed and spilled a bit of her drink.

"Tell me, Lise," said Reese, "could it possibly be that you have a crush on Kutner?"

"Reese, must you make light?" Liesel pouted. "For your information, Phillip and I are very much in love! So forgiiiiive ME if I take a moment to break from my usual, icy persona and indulge in a bit of sentimentality."

"You're in love now, are you?"

"Absolutely!"

Liesel didn't know what was happening to her. It was as if that drink Kiera had given her had removed some filter between her brain and her mouth, because sober Liesel would never admit to being in love or even admitting she was capable of such an emotion. Yet, here she was, saying things that she had rehearsed in her brain a million times, had never planned on sharing. "I'll have you know, he's the cleverest, most thoughtful--"

"D'you think he's hot?"

Liesel spluttered for a moment and finally blurted, "What the [********] kind of a question is that?!"

Kiera rolled her eyes, draped her free arm around Reese's shoulders, and sighed, "She's a lady."

Liesel glanced impatiently down the corridor.



location: outside the dungeons with: Kiera and Reese outfit: modest and traditional



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ALWAYS PAYS.

[NightisDark21]

It happened again.

Jamie had intended on using the rest of the day to maybe find a date. He didn't mind not having one but seeing others pair off did make him a tad lonely. But unfortunately his little hobby was a bit heavier on the mind than the ball. After his classes he found himself in the library during his free time. And while he hadn't planned on lingering long however a certain book shouted out at him, the rest of the day was just him going through decoding the book. The book didn't seem like much. It was small, leather bound, and at first glance it seemed like it was nothing more than a simple book of potions mixed in with some facts about ancient history. It stuck out to Jamie as he found it odd that this was in the restricted section of the library. After reading through it more things about it seemed off about the context. After further reading, and a few missed classes later he realized that the entire book was coded. Jamie was too curious for his own good. Therefore he had spent the rest of the afternoon trying to decode it.

It ate up his entire day and time to find a date to the ball. Before he knew it the sun was already setting and he needed to get dressed. He had checked out the book as well as other texts to help him decode what was in the strange book. Once he had returned to his dormitory he had put the book away and gotten himself ready.

Although the book itself was calling to him, and he really wanted to go all night at it, he needed a break. This was his final year, going to the ball was something he wanted to go to. Even if he didn't have a date, he knew his friends would be there. So that at least was something that made the notion of the ball not so bad. After all he did give Roevra a bit of a hard time of staying in working. He didn't want to seem like a hypocrite.

As he made his way down he was still tying his tie. He passed a number of people in the corridores and all of them were looking nice. The closer he got to the great hall the further his mind got from the text he had found earlier in the day. Of course there was an itch in his mind, he wanted to go back and read it. From what little he deciphered earlier the text had something to do with the ancient magic. Just the thought of what the book hold gave him chills. This was his weakness, the knowledge of learning more about the ancients.

He had promised Dumbeldore that he would never again try what he tried over the summer. Even now he was still recovering from that incident. He hurt his lower back and though no one knew about what happened over the summer. He went to far in his curiosity, and it backfired. However even now he was still thinking on what he could do to get closer to the power the ancients have.

Walking through the doors he had just finished tying his tie. He buttoned his blazer and walked inside. Glancing around he noticed Avery and wanted to go over and say hi however, he felt his stomach growl. He realized the last time he ate was in the morning, since he spent the rest of the day decrypting that book.His legs carried him immediately over to where the snacks were. He was hungry! He really should learn to eat and drink whenever he's working.

Corridors, The Great Hall: ♞ L o c a t i o n
No one :♞ W h o ' s H e r e
Pretty Calm, Jittery, Distracted : ♞ F e e l i n g
Pretty Nice : ♞ Looking

[thequeen-- barbie]

DON'T YOU TELL ME TO DENY ▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇
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She'd purposefully saved her best perfume for the night, dabbing the soft Chanel sent over her collar bones and decolletage as she bared her teeth to check for any offending lipstick one last time. Fancy was an understatement when it came to Veela; their pride and joy was in their physical being, and when they were to make an appearance they did it in grand style. Unlike so many others, they called not for extravagance, but beauty in simplicity, and following the example her ancestors had bared for her, she chose her simplest gown and tore into a treasure trove of gems befitting royalty (funny, now, how it was rumored that the her bloodline was of Veela royalty themselves), setting diamonds on her neck and hanging rubies from her ears. Long blonde hair tumbled in hapless curls down her neck--it would have been a shame to pin it up.

She didn't like for people to assume that she was vain; she damn well wanted them to know it.

Carmen smiled at her reflection, capping her perfume before she stepped into her heels and made for the door. Rabastan was sure to be waiting, and perhaps, if she was lucky, she might even make Kimberly doubt herself when Amycus' eyes lingered on her waist, where she knew he wanted his hands to be, or when he watched her for far too long when she swayed into the common room and placed a kiss on the corner of poor, sweet, not-good-enough-for-her Rabastan Lestrange's mouth. Revenge was all she was set on, and if she had to make two men trip and fall in love with her, than so be it. In the end, she'd get what she wanted, whether she had to hang the girl from her toes and make her scream defeat or whether she put her out with a whimper. Carmen Candese did not take challenges lightly.

"Ladies," Carmen hummed warmly as she approached the dungeons, floating on air in a way only models quite knew how to achieve. Her confidence had surely bled into her smile; there were no more tears of self pity left in her reserves for the day. Silly, stupid her. If she'd have just asked... "ravishing, all of you. I'd swear you'd been kissed by Veela before your birth." She kissed each of her cheeks, bright red fingernails drawing under Kiera's strong jaw. "Black's a good color on you, mon bebe." She winked and pulled back, setting her slender fingers back on the curve of her hip.

"Well... start betting now. How long until I break the ever steady Rabastan Lestrange and milk him for all he's worth?" Liesel would probably note the burning vengeance in her eyes; best friends were good at that. "I mean... he's everything a girl could want and more, right?"


and i need to be redeemed to the one i've sinned against
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because he's all I ever knew of love



location: ravenclaw tower >>> outside the dungeons company: bad bitches crew outfit gala

[SheIsCursedTea]

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After agreeing to meet with Roerva after lunch, Liz excused herself fairly quickly, withdrawing to her dormitory in the Ravenclaw tower. Her morning was busy. She had been researching a way to increase the effects of a simple Confusing Draught but had so far been unable to achieve this successfully. Lucky for her there was a number of first and second years who would do almost anything to earn a Galleon. This time around, the first year had some rather nasty looking boils forming on his face, however he seemed rather confused about where he was after drinking the potion, therefore Liz jotted this down on her parchment, gave the first year a list of ingredients and the method she had used, and sent him to the infirmary, satisfied that she was getting closer to her final goal.

She spent her lunch alone, picking food up from the Great hall before resuming her research on possible potion methods in her dorm room. She was so engrossed in her work, that she didn't realise the time until an alarm sounded from her wand, a handy little spell she had discovered that would inform her when the specified time arrived. Darting into the bathroom to check her appearance and straightening her hair, that had become quite wild in her research, before making her way down to the common room where she met Roerva.

Though not terrible, Roerva wasn't exactly a natural. Her posture was poor, she looked at her feet too much and she was quite heavy footed, stumbling a fair bit. This, Liz knew, was more due to inexperience rather than incompetence. This being said, however, Liz had little patience with other people and after an hour Liz called their session to a halt. "Your main problem is confidence Roerva. It really does improve everything. Believe you are graceful, believe you are light on your feet, believe you can dance. You need to hold your head up high, and allow the music playing to guide your actions." Their session ended after another half an hour.

Returning to her dorm room, she began to get ready. Her mother always said that the prettiest women took the most time to prepare. First, she bathed. The water was so hot her skin turned red and she scrubbed hard at her skin to ensure she was completely clean. Then, towel wrapped around her body, she moved to her bed to paint her nails, drying them with her wand as she went along. Then, she turned to her make-up, staring carefully at her reflection as she applied, and then reapplied until she was completely happy. Next she began with her hair, first drying it and then gently curling it, again until she was happy. Only now did she get dressed, adding a little jewellery to really finish it all off. She admired her reflection for a moment, satisfied, before slipping her shoes on and making her way down to the ball.

Walking through the Great hall, she looked around, admiring the dresses and mentally chuckling at some of the younger girl's attempts at make-up and flirting with the male population. She moved towards the food table, grabbing herself a plate, looking around in disgust at the sheer amount of sugary snacks before her, and put the plate back down. Liz would rather starve herself than ingest some of the crap on that table. Turning, she spotted a familiar face, Jamie. "No date? Surprising after your little speech at breakfast. I felt sure you would convince some poor girl to get stuck to your arm for the night," she teased gently.

Jamie, Liz knew, was very much like herself. He loved his research and she respected that, and as such she respected him. Liz turned to observe the growing mass of people in the hall. "I do hope this event does not disappoint me. There was something I had planned to do tonight, and I had to cancel that to attend this. I'm sure, yourself being dateless, means there is something you found that you would rather be doing than being here?"

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Location :: The ball Outfit :: Dancing queen

[Queen_Plum]

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{ Outfit }

She must have looked pretty lonely, just sitting at one of the small decorated tables with only herself to talk too. God when her Auntie finally showed up she'd have quite a few choice words for her. Her Auntie Giselle was a sophisticated woman, she had helped Heloise learn the ways of a ball at an early age. Heloise was going against the very rules her mother and aunt had put into place for her when it came to balls and dances. She didn't have a date, and she was sitting alone, she should have at least entered the room with the other girls. She could hear her mother nagging about it now. Yet she didn't share much in common with her fellow Slytherin females, she rather not be around them at this time. They more then likely had dates, she didn't want to be some sort of third wheel.

She tapped her fingers on the surface of the table, she was hoping that she'd at least get to dance. She wanted to have some fun, and she quite enjoyed dancing. She always wanted to take dance lessons, but her father told her that dancing would get her no where. Yet he was all fine and dandy with her hoping on a broom and zooming about the house with her brothers. She could always become a professional Quidditch star, she was quite a good seeker. Sharp eyes, and even sharper moves. Her attention was snagged away from her own thoughts when Isabella spoke to her.

Heloise turned her gaze to the girl and gave her a half hearted smile. “Isabella,” her half hearted smile turned into a large grin when she complemented her dress. At least she knew her dress wasn't hideous. “Thank you, I love this dress, your dress it quite lovely as well it looks good on you.” Heloise said cheerfully. That was until she brought up dates, a pout soon made it's way to her face. She humphed lightly, “Nope I'm all alone tonight,” Heloise spoke. Yet Heloise felt reassured hearing that Isabella was dateless as well. “Then I guess we shall stick together tonight, I hope to at least get asked to dance, if not then I shall be dragging some poor b*****d out onto the dance floor.” her eyes drifted around the room, landing on Jamie, she decided she'd take him for a spin tonight, but she could save that fun for later.

[LittleStevieHorseAndPhone]

Sometimes, Travers wondered whether Ravenclaw and Slytherin ought to just me mashed together into one big Super House. He was rather fond of the lot of them, and he wasn't the only Slytherin to hold that opinion. Okay, there was Chris Lloyd Davies--what a git. Seriously, what kind of pretentious arse went by his full name, middle included? At least Liesel had been rightfully awarded her the by the people.

But Travers didn't hate Davies because he was a Ravenclaw; he hated him because he was a d**k. Carmen Candese was as much of a hit with him as she was with the rest of the Wizarding World, Liz Burke was born into the world that comprised much of Slytherin and was accepted in the common room despite her blue and silver tie, and of course, there was Dirk--he and Travers were thick as thieves.

"You got a date for tonight? Or are you and I going to scope the place for some Hufflehussies?" Dirk asked as Travers was straightening a thin, black tie over the buttons of a secondhand button-down. His whole outfit was aggressively unrefined; he didn't even bother wearing a coat. His black slacks were, likewise, secondhand, and they didn't match his belt or his shoes, but he was a Death Eater, not a spring catalogue. He could care less about the pretentious conventions of fashion, and besides, Kiera always said his inattention to the conventions of style made him look 'rakishly irreverent.'

"Oh, you know. That Decroix bird from Hufflepuff made her rounds this morning, and she was definitely flirting. Not a set date, but I'll bet you if some other bloke doesn't snatch her up by the end of the night, she'll be down for a bit of fun after the after party."

"Uhm, the curvy cute ones excluded, of course."

Travers snorted. "I hook up with one voluptuous little vixen, and now you're going to lump me in the same box with Dolohov?"

Okay, so perhaps he had been letting his gaze drift in Daffy Marjoribanks' direction preferentially. Perhaps he did avoid passing up a conversation with her at all costs. Perhaps he'd been passing notes to her under the table during Transfiguration, and smiling at her a lot, and thinking about her all the time.

But it wasn't like he was getting attached or anything.

He knew what attachment did to people. He'd seen it wreck his parents. Relationships seemed great, conceptually, but, just like heroin, they were just another word for happy now, broken later.

"Really, though, Dirk, you know me. I don't need any kind of monopoly over any broads." He turned around and gave Dirk a playful nudge in the shoulder. "If Daffy wants to drag you off into a shadowy corner somewhere, then, power to her!"

He really wouldn't be jealous.

He promised.

With his fingers crossed in his pocket.

"Right then--let's head out before the halls get too crowded." Before he led the way out, he took a final swig from the bottle of community Firewhiskey, which he passed to Dirk along his way, and then they were off.

The corridors weren't terribly crowded, but they certainly weren't empty. The number of girls in pale blue dresses was a little eerie--until Travers caught a glimpse of Liesel with her blue sash and understood. "Whatever I might say about that cushion-pushing little weirdo, I gotta admit, she's really earned her 'the'," he muttered to Dirk.

The party was slow when they arrived at the Great Hall. A couple of Ravenclaws were there, including that Russian bloke Travers' cousin had managed to snag a date with. "See anything you like?" he said offhandedly.



location: the Great Hall with: Dirk



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HOW DO YOU LOVE SOMEBODY ELSE?