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 Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 3:59 pm
"Yes, I would like that...Oh wait. You were being sarcastic." To Sezers sarcasm, Joel was always a little slow picking it up. However, since he never picked it up, Joel always acted like Sezer was being serious, and it never ended well. It either ended in something really, really naughty, or Joel taking what Sezer said seriously.
"Well Sezer, if you look really hard I haven't tried to 'convert' you, I just satisfy my own needs. However, now I have someone who might even like me back. Unlike someone I know." After rolling his eyes towards Sezer, Joel looked over at Sophie, giving her a dashing smile and a wink before returning back to his current predicament.
"How far down do I have to look? Looking down is to much grunt work, I would rather look straight ahead." Adding some implying tones to his last few sentences, Joel raised his eye brows with a sexual inclination.
"Bird house! Why you! If I was just a birdhouse, I wouldn't even be a Ravencla-" Before he finished his sentences, he could feel his front teeth growing rapidly, to the point that he couldn't even talk.
"Mmm mumummm mu mummmm" After a few seconds of waiting, and Joel grabbing his front teeth in an attempt to rip them out, they were back to their original size.
"Dammit Sezer, that wasn't cool. I would like my teeth to remain my own size. Just remember, who can fly, and who owns a broom. I doubt you could aim fast enough if I decided to play dirty." Under his breath, Joel couldn't help but whisper the simple statement of 'Like you.'
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 6:43 pm
Altercation. Yes. Altercation is a good word for it. Perhaps precisely the one. And, forever more, that shall be his officially-titled I-will-obliterate-you-face. Officially.
Sezer nodded, taking in her words, a tad bit calmer than he'd been just two seconds ago, but then again, it was difficult to be angrier. He was looking at Joel warily, tensed to cast a shield charm, most likely protego since it was simple, standard, unlikely to harm Joel, and it just rolled off the tongue so nicely. He shook his head at her second statement. "No, thank you." He declined politely, "I fear grandfather would have my head." He smiled lightly, but then in a rather arrogant arsish manner when faced with Joel once more, bravely ignoring the multiple innuendos. "No, no, mate, bird's house. As in a female's house. Surely you know. Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor." He prodded verbally, purposely listing the houses as he did. Sezer, for whatever reason, did not possess the world's highest opinion of Gryffies.
He smirked again. "Now, think of it, if you're 'flying' from me on your broom, I'm in no danger of being assaulted by you, so I have not to worry." Lord, this boy loved being right. And, a good margin of the time, he was. He stopped short, frowning. "What makes you think I can't fly?" Rather frustrated with his friend, both from being 'insulted' by him from the apparent not being able to fly comment and from his actions of earlier, he saw Dexter and offered him a smirk. "Thank you. It is but an honor to be compared to Mr. and Mrs. Harry and Ginny Potter."
He positively grinned at Vlaityn, a random, rather odd swell of pride blooming in his stomach when he heard her mention his name. "Seven years of babysitting him will do that to you." He teased lightly, looking at Vlaityn fondly for a moment - oblivious to the others for but a minute. He teared his eyes away from her with what he felt was only an all too audible snap. Sezer, though he quickly failed in his 'mission' not to look at her, had successfully kept his cheeks from turning pink.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 5:15 pm
"Oh, come now. Dear Joel isn't that bad." Vlaityn put on a mock frown, and looked at her anger-prone friend sympathetically. "He needs to be looked after from time to time, but heaven knows we just love the job." Vlaityn finished off with a slight laugh, completely glad the mood had finally lifted and Sezer had seemed to cool down completely. In her thanks, she shot him a large, warm grin.
After shooting Sezer a large grin, Vlaityn turned her attention back to Joel in a somewhat scolding manner and cocked an eyebrow at him. MORE innuendos? Really? She mouthed silently, trying to appear serious but still extremely amused.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 6:57 pm
Anasazi sighed, her disappointment in the dance getting the better of her. She had already lost her chance, probably her only, to talk to someone. Louise had better things to do, obviously, as she was talking to another girl who looked like a Slytherin. Anasazi shrugged it off, deciding against another biscuit as she tried to prevent her gag reflex from going off. "Oh God," she murmured softly, clutching her throat, then her stomach, which were both churning with the taste of old popcorn again. The bad thing was, she knew she wouldn't throw up- she just had to let it pass. She grabbed a glass of flat mineral water and shuffled as gracefully as possible to a wrought-iron table, trying to be content to just watch the scene flash by.
People weren't dancing, though it was a ball. Inhaling sharply, the sounds swam through Anasazi's conscience as the unfocused lights in the background became focused. Never in her life had she been this disoriented. And in such a beautiful dress, too. Cough. She repressed a moan while the lights and sounds swirled around her face and eardrums. Several deep breaths later, the spinning ceased, though the ill feeling didn't. I bet Louise doesn't have to deal with this. A beat. Or Anatoliy. For the first time that night, her second-year brother crossed her mind, and guilt washed over her, the feeling overpowering any rancid churning left inside her.
Anasazi stood up again, downing her water glass and setting it down without any graceful pretense. Maybe she just needed to go to bed. She wanted to get one last dance in, though. Perhaps next time. She sighed; it was getting late, after all.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 9:38 pm
((Sorry I've jumped into the game so late with this dance, everyone. As there isn't a lot going on at the moment, this seemed the best way to slowly get back into roleplaying. Hopefully, I won't have to disappear for quite a while this time.))
A dance...
How in the world had she let her dormmates convince her to go to a dance? Let alone one that required her to wear a (uncontiously, her face distorted into a mild grimace) dress. Having tucked herself into the remotest corner of the room only a few minutes into the horrifying shindig, Beck sat watching everyone in attendance. Few were dancing and many sat with groups of friends chatting, flirting, and laughing. The tall redhead felt horribly out of place and knew perfectly well that she could leave at any time, but it had gotten to the point where she had developed some odd fascination with watching the goings on and couldn't manage to tear her eyes away. Selfconsciously, Beck rubbed a hand up and down her bare, freckled arm. Rarely did the tomboy wear anything other than pants and a t-shirt. A dress was far removed from her typical attire and the nervous seventh year wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
At the insistence of her dormmates, Beck had borrowed a pale blue dress made predominanatly of a light, flowy fabric which she had been told was called chiffon. Because she was tall compared to her fellow year mates, they had been forced to magically lengthen the gown for the evening, but once they had...it fit her like a dream. The a-line cut of the dress hugged just the right places and flowed in just the right places, giving the illusion of very subtle curves where there certainly hadn't been any before. For what seemed like hours, the girls had fussed with the pin straight, impossibly long red hair and had finally settled for sweeping part of it back from her face and holding it in place with a silver barrette. A thin, silver, tear drop necklace adorned her thin neck and small crystals sparkled on her earlobes. Beck had resolutely drawn the line at having her ears pierced, so with defeated sighs, the girls had settled with clip ons. Delicate silver ballet flats looked rather dainty on her fairly large feet and served to keep her a normal height range. Overall, there wasn't anything overtly fancy about the ensemble, but the difference it made was astounding.
When confronted with a mirror, Beck had stared blank-faced at her reflection. 'Well...that certainly is different,' she had thought. She hadn't had long to contemplate the change as the girls quickly ushered her into the common room and out through the portrait hole, chatting about this and that. As soon as they had entered the dance, Beck had made her way to her present seat, intent on not moving a muscle until it was all over...and so far she'd succeeded rather well. Selfconsciously running a hand over her shoulder once more, Beck prayed that this nightmare would end soon.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:43 pm
With all the happiness from her heart just shooting fireworks all about her insides, Pippa’s eyes crossed as if trying to turn around in their sockets to peer at the party happening within herself. She was that ecstatic, as Anna forgave her with a lovingly inane joke. Oh Anna was a dear. And Pippa Darling joined in with a tinkling laugh of her own. “I love the look. Much more comfortable that this contraption. It’s like fighting a dragon just to breath. Ugh.” Perhaps it would have been a better idea to just wear the dress her mother snuck into her trunk… but that was a wedding dress. A WEDDING DRESS! And there was definitely no man on the dance floor that had the title of her potential hubby.
No man, but possibly a ghost. A soul of the dead. Someone with so much history and wisdom… ‘Ohhh, he can walk through me any day!’ Pips was not about to admit that she secretly ran through the halls of Hogwarts in search of Nicolas so she could ‘run into him’ and thus become ‘one with him,’ if just for a moment. And Pippa was learned in this particular subject. Uh-huh. During times when her thoughts dawdled to the conversation of others, she overheard a group of girls talking about love and becoming one with their lover for the night. At first she didn’t really understand how someone would go about doing that, but then she remembered Nearly headless Nick. And that he was transparent. And therefore it would be very easy for her and him to become one person. How the other girls accomplished this task with their very human boyfriends… that Little Miss Darling did not understand. ‘So maybe if I become one with him first, then he will fall in love with me. A bit backwards I ‘spose since those girls said they were in love with their boys first and then became one.... Huh, worth a try though.’ At that, Pips head swiveled about in search for the ghostly figure, to no luck.
“Dammit Anna, where is Nicolas! It’s been ages since our last run in.” Pippa’s bottom lip pouted in absolute absurdity. Anna was one of her only friends who new of her obsession and fascination with Nick. Well actually, Pippa was in wonderment at all ghosts, but when she tried to pursue The Bloody Baron… things didn’t work out so well. And Nick was much nicer anyways. He would never run her into a wall after dumping a bucket of rose smelling gunk on her while announcing that it was a good look for her.
“Anna, you know chocolate chip pancakes are one of his favorites! We should all three enjoy the breakfast like the closest of lovers!” A large grin reached their way up to her eyes at the thought. Apparently she still did not know what being lovers meant or entailed. It was her belief that a lover was simply someone you thoroughly enjoyed being around. And consummation. Well. That would be the whole eating breakfast together ritual. ‘I mean, my da brings my ma breakfast in bed all the time. Loving is easy if you are hungry.’ Pip smiled at the simplicity of it all. She had very few lovers. Anna, Archer, Jesse… did her parents count? They did always eat breakfast together and enjoy each others company.
Her attention drew to the large group of lovers standing across the room at the beverages, all laughing and arguing. And then she caught Kani and Dexter giving her an odd look. Suddenly Pippa felt as if she was a dessert and they were about to consummate her. A shiver ran through the tiny blond as intimidation settled in the pit of her bowels. Not a single sane word would be able to be uttered if Pip tried to have a conversation with them. And stumbling over her own tongue was not a merry-making thought. 'I'll keep my distance.. maybe.'
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 12:35 am
Kani smiled at Ascella and shook her head so quickly that her hair whipped into Dexter’s face. “Oh, my bad Dex. But give a witch some space, yeah?” Her light tone made it clear she was kidding. After all, it was she who stepped so very close to use his shoulders for balancing herself on tiptoes. And space was the last thing she wanted at the moment. To feel close to her friends… that was her wish for tonight. So far, it was being partially accomplished. “And Ascella, oh you just wait. You’re gorgeous. And I know of a certain someone who I’m sure will whisk you away for the night.” The Ravenclaw looped her arm through the Slytherin’s, not something seen every day, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I’m sure Kale didn’t forget the dance is tonight. Or, er, I certainly will kick his smarmy arse if he dared.”
Being taken aback for a moment as Pippa stared straight back at her, the witch quickly dropped back down to her heels and leaned into Dexter’s side. “Oh Dexie, do join me, will you? I want to make my way over to Miss Darling. It’d be rude it I stared at her so, without bothering to greet her this evening." Kanita’s want to dance a step or two with Sexer and Vlaityn was replaced by her monstrously growing curiousity towards the two Hufflepuffs across the dance floor. But her loss of interest was mostly derived from her unwillingness to intervene or interrupt Sezer, Vlait and Joel clash. “Cella, you must join us too. Maybe if we walk about the crowd a bit we could find Kale hidden within. Or at least we’d be the first to notice his entrance.” She thought Ascella might find it appealing that Pippa and Anna stood closer to the Great Hall entrance than they did.
Tugging on Dexter’s hand before releasing him all together, long strides swept Kanita closer to her destination. But along the way she passed Anasazi, who let out a sigh so full of disappointment that it captured Kanita’s heart for a moment. And if she didn’t know what love was already, she would have been convinced that it was Anasazi who was her soul mate. Kani could get like that sometimes. If she felt emotional for anyone, whether she knew them well or not, she’d suddenly feel connected. And thus, friends. So without even realizing that her hand was betraying her mind’s course to reach the Hufflepuffs, Kanita slipped her hand into Anasazi’s and shook it. Acting as though she was making an introduction, even though the two knew each other’s names already, “Hun, hope that look on your face isn’t one set on escaping the dance. I’ve yet to even dance with another female yet. And you, I cannot pass up. Care to join me?” The smile gracing the Ravenclaw’s lips was full of sincerity and interest. For some reason she wanted to get to know the Hufflepuffs better this night. And for some reason, she wanted to befriend this bespeckled witch. After all, she is friends with my fellow housemate, Louise. So she must have brains about her noggin to be in the company of a Ravenclaw so often. The thought caused her smile to widen good naturedly. With a flourish of her wrist and a snappy bow, Kani offered her hand to Anasazi as if she could imitate Prince Charming. Laughter bubbled in her stomach at the thought.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 12:51 am
Jabbing his hip into Kanita's at her smart comment, Dexter still nodded his head in agreement to her words, "Actually, I'd love to join you. How bout it Ascella? Will you allow me the honor of being your company till your vampiric seducer appears? For I know it'll bring out his fangs if I try to take you for myself all night." Pleasant chuckles bounded from Dexter's chest at the image that now flitted through his mind.
"Heehahah, Kale. Getting all hissy-pissy. Oh that'd be a fun day." The entertainment of such a fearsome event was due to the fact that it would be hard put to get under Kale's skin. He was just so... uncaring, dismissive and hard to get a reaction out of. "Hm, perhaps I will keep you my little hostage tonight. What do you say?" The question was actually a rhetorical one because Dexter didn't believe that Cella would allow such a thing.
Suddenl Kani was already bounding off and his hand was left quite cold. So he stole Ascella's limb and nodded towards the direction their spunky Ravenclaw friend had bounded off. She was so full of endless energy and curiousity. And lately it seemed to be fading from the girl, stripping away her personality. Some days Kanita was right as rain. And other days... well other days the witch jsut seemed to be hidding depression of some sort. But it wasn't any normal type, because he couldn't put his finger on if she was truely saddened. Then Dexter would have to remember how good she was at hidding things and be reassured in his belief that something about her has changed. But this night, this dance, Kani was back to her perky, curious self. And that alone made Dexter's night entirely enjoyable.
But Dexter, ever the gentleman, waited paciently for Ascella's response. He didn't want to force he somewhere she didn't wish to be. But unless she wanted to watch the quarrel happening among their friends, there wasn't much else that could provide entertainment.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 2:15 am
[[ okay, finally time to post a bit. ]]
He was tall, taller than most boys at Hogwarts. Yet his height wasn't one of ganglyness due to ages of Quidditch and strenuous activity. His features were more sharp than not and his hair fell into his metallic eyes, which tended to grow colder than its already icy state when displeased. Kale's body was lean, accentuated by his black dress robes, trimmed with silver and slightly unbuttoned and exposing compact, lithe muscles. A strong jaw gave his face a powerful look. But his pale skin left something to be desired. Life, color, pigment.. it seemed to evade the Slytherin. This could be from the lack of sunlight in his house as well as the dungeon like Slytherin abode, but mostly it was just that Kale's skin forever remained as flawless as moonlight. Except for one large, grotesque scar that ran along half his hipbone, wrapping half around his waist. Not one person knew of its origin, even if a few have seen proof of it on seductive nights in the dark of his room. And he liked it to be kept this way.
His robes did not billow in any manner as her entered the dance, for his pace was languid. In no rush to greet the mass of people that were sure to be cooped within, yet neither willing to return to his empty room. Boredom ultimately brought Kale to where his mates were sure to be. It wasn't that he didn't want to see them, rather he had no wish to put clothes on. But after having dwelled in his boxers doing absolutely nothing for hours, the expensively tailored robes got the chance to be aired out of the trunk and hung from his strong shoulders.
As the robes slid into place, it covered the calligraphic, designed tattoo on his arm. Having newly gotten it etched into his fair skin, none of his friends had the chance to see it. But that was perfectly fine with him, he didn't wish to explain why his urge to get one finally surfaced or what the meaning of the permanent mark was.
His polished shoes gleamed as he stepped completely into the music thriving room that housed a good amount of students. The shock of his eyes were brought out by the star-like glow that set the surroundings alight. His gaze almost immediately found the figures he wished to find. Kanita, Ascella and Morgan. But who to greet first... it was Ascella he promptly decided upon as he felt the need to save her from Dexter. Who seemed to have a conspiratory expression on.
Kale's molten silver gaze caught hers and a grim smile twitched at the corner of his lips. This really wasn't were he wished to be, but it had been a while since he last had the pleasure to dance with a beautiful witch....
Approaching Ascella with outstretched fingers, he bent to her ear to breath, “You’re beautiful,” the words came easy as such flattery always does from Kale. But truth gleamed for a split moment in his swift smile. "Care to make me the envy of all boys with a dance?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 5:16 am
"So, are we visiting Pippa? Wait.." trying to keep up with all the people who were conversing with her, which only happened to be two, Ascella attempted to answer them all without her head jumbling up.
"Kani, I do hope I look alright, even though my cheeks are slightly flushed from Dexter, and I look like I just walked out of the damn hospital." With a little waver in her step, Ascella started to follow with kani and dexter, silently aggreeing with Dexter that she would go with them.
"Vous les gens êtes si embrouillant", she whispered under her breath, accompanied by an exasperated sigh. Her dress followed behind her, the elegant silver flats were still unseen from beneath the many layers of pale blue, frosting-like fabric. Placing her free hand on her neck, twiddling the little silver chain, a small pang of depression came over her. Her eyes scanned the crowd, there were several rather beautifully dressed boys in fine dress robes, but none of them were Kale.
At Kani's comment, which finally registered with Cella, she turned to her friend, attempting to hide the sadness in her face.
"I sure hope your right Kani...And Dexter.." Kale...I guess this is for the better. Now that I finally know what I'm doing after school, this will make things easier..
At that presice moment, the tall dark haired slytherin boy that was Kale Bellator entered the room. Kale..Her posture faltered, her knees almost shook out from underneath her. Hardly noticing that she had grabbed onto Dexter in support, Ascella took a deep breath, and regained her composure. Inside she was screaming. Hopefully Dexter wont say anything about this..However, I still need to have a good one on one with him..We never got around to doing that..
Running her thin fingers over her dress to attempt to make it perfect, Ascella tried to avoid Kale's eyes. Part of her wanted to stare at him until the end of time, another part of her just wanted to run for the hills. Neither of those parts of her won, considering the fact that there was absolutely no chance that she could run in that overly princess-like dress.
Her gaze fluttered around the room, glancing at each and every girl there. No one else had worn a princess style dress, they were all thin and lanky, yet perfect for everyone. Suddenly, Ascella felt slightly sick. Not knowing whether it was because she was nervous, or because of the two glasses of firewhisky, Ascella let it go, and took a deep breath.
Straightening herself up, Ascella shot Dexter a glance that was a cross between 'Oh Dex save me' and 'I can't believe he's here!' However, she didn't have time to see his response. Before she could believe it, Kale's face was next to hers, and the flattering words rushed into her ears, and showed right on her face. 'Your beautiful'. In the one moment all of her prior worries to her dress fluttered away, yet part of her didn't want to believe it. Something had changed since the last time they had been together, but Ascella wasn't sure who had changed.
Her face turned a light shade of pink, however it wasn't quite as noticeable because the Firewhisky had already 'pinkened' up her cheeks. After a moment of staring at Kale, she finally noticed his outstretched fingers, and she took them, her thin hand in his clearly worked hand.
Her neck almost strained to look at his face, his steel eyes clearly said something that she almost didn't want to here.
At his final statement towards her, Ascella was at a loss for words. Should I say no, crush his heart like he did mine, and run for the hills? No, he didn't crush my heart, I did. That would be horrible, and unladylike of me. Of course I'll dance with him..
With a simple, half terrified nod, Ascella attempted to grace him with a smile, yet something was wrong about it, clearly wrong. It was a smile of course, but it wasn't her normal, 'Kale's here!' smile that she always gave him. When the time came for a nice response, she couldn't manage to say anything. He was gorgeous, as always, he was nicely dressed, his hair was perfect, and he even smelled nice, but Ascella couldn't say anything about him.
This is going to be much harder than I imagined.
After a simple smile, this one a great improvement from the last, Ascella managed to say one little thing.
"Don't drink the punch."
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 5:54 am
For the past hour of so, Peter had been against the wall, his long legs stretched out on the floor. He had fallen asleep, his nice clothes on the verge of wrinkling.
'How beautiful. There are stars everywhere, and I'm inside! It's a glass house..And...Oh my gosh. There is a 90 inch HD tv...Holy cow! It had the Netflix box! I can download any movie!'
Running over to the tv, Peter picked up the remote control, turning around, he noticed a rather large, extremely cushy couch. 'Wow, this is a dream come true!'
Feeling something run over his legs, Peters eyes were wide open, just in time to see a very small fourth year stumble over him. Awww...It was just a dream.. Hearing a small apology, Peter waved the fourth year away. After a few more minutes of just sitting on the floor, Peter groaned slightly as he attempted to stand up without damaging his suit.
Rubbing his eyes, Peter looked around the vast Great Hall. There were a lot more people there, some he knew, some he didn't. Nico was over on the dance floor, but he couldn't even see Eloise. however, Peter could definitely tell that Nico was trying not to step on her feet, because his eyes were on the ground, or what looked to be the ground from hie height.
Making his way over to the tables, Peter placed his fist on the white table cloth, leaning on the circular card table with only a little bit of his weight.
Peter looked over towards his right, and immediately his eyes opened rather large.
It was Beck.
"Hey Beck! You look kind of bored. However, I might have confused that with irritated." Walking towards Beckett, Peter took a seat next to her, his eyes still on Beck.
"Beck, you look great! I never would have expected you to dress up, but I must say, you look ravishing." With a rather playful Wink, Peter flashed Beck a smile, hoping that he wouldn't get punched tonight.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 11:14 am
So lost in her thoughts was she that Beck didn't even see Peter approach and sit down. It wasn't until he started speaking that she noticed him. Turning her head slowly, she set baleful eyes on Peter, consideringher options. While she was genuinely pleased at his compliment, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be around anyone when she was so out of her element...especially Peter. He could be incredibly disarming when he tried to be. Option one: She could respond politely, thanking him for the compliment. That was plausible, although she wasn't sure she could manage ploite at the moment. Option two: She could settle with a glare and nothing else. That way, her voice wouldn't be able to betray her mood. That option was looking rather enticing. Option three: She could act on her irritation, but that would most likely result in something physical and she didn't really want that. Option four: Well, she dind't really know what option for was, but it seemed the best way to go.
Though still glaring, Beck eased her expression some before replying. "That's because it is irritation, Peter. I do not like being here and I did not want to be here in the first place, but I have amazingly persuasive dormmates. And by persuasive, I mean demanding." Remembering that he had, in fact, given her a compliment, Beck let a small smile turn up the corners of her mouth. "Thank you, as well. For the compliment. You look rather nice yourself."
Pleased that she had managed to be mostly civil despite her discomfort, Beck relaxed some, leaning back in her chair and letting her hands drop to her lap.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 12:41 pm
Zenobia had her skirts bundled up in her hands, exposing her knobbly knees and a scab, as she sprinted towards the dance."Oh mother faucking merlin's bitching mistress this dress is inhumane." Curses continued being growled from the tiny tomboy. "GRAHH!" Surprise and anger coated her scream as she turned a corner and completely lost all balance. It was the dammable heels she wore, it didn't matter that they were the shortest heels she could find, they were odd and uncomfortable and entirely ridiculous to sprint in. During her fall, Ze's body reacted quickly. Hands immediately releasing the dark folds of her dress and catching herself before any real damage could be done. Evidence of the incident was a mere bruise on her elbow and slightly scuffed up palms. "Nothing too damaging." Collecting saliva to spit onto the ground, as she normally did during quidditch after a fall, Ze stopped herself before the spittle flew. This was no field of green, it was the Great Hall and not the place to be acting so unlike a lady.
Getting back to her feet, Zenobia slipped off her heels and ran the rest of the way to the Great Hall, bare feet slapping the floor echoingly. It was her greatest hope of the night that Beckett not be too pissed and moody at Ze's always late timing never ceasing to fail her. Finally jerking open the doors, nearly knocking into the also late arriving Kale but skirting around him, Beckett's vibrant hair was easy to find.
"Beck, it wasn't my fault. Honest!"Completely not looking the part of a beauty at the dance, Ze had her dress tangled about her small frame from the fall, a spreading bruise on her wenis and her choppy hair spiked from a fresh shower. There was an honest story behind her late arrival, as there always was because of her luck with trouble finding her. More often than not, Beck was usually right there with her. Standing in a fighting stance, facing the trouble head on. Whether it be rough housing with their friends, getting into tiffs with other players over quidditch or batting off teachers with excuses, they were always together in their adventures. And when one of them missed out on something, they always were quick to update each other. And Ze couldn't wait to tell her best mate about her latest tousle.
Halting in the midst of her barely-started explainatin, Ze took in her lovely friend's appearance. "Well I'll be damned Beck! You clean up spankingly." A crooked smile hung off her lips, truly admiring. Zenobia couldn't even imagine herself looking so spiffy. Glancing down at her own mussled self, laughter escaped the girl in near gwaffs.
"And hello to you too Peter, you're looking sharp."
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