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Angel walked into the Great Hall. Upon seeing the redecorated hall, she clasped her hands together in total awe. It was absolutely gorgeous. She marvelled at all the amazing decorations. Secretly, she was just thrilled to attend because it meant not having to attend the Christmas Party that was thrown for younger years. She had enjoyed those parties her first and second year, but it was a bit odd to be there as a fourth year just because of the first years.

Angel had taken care today to dress nicely. Her father had warned her that her crazy accessories would not be tolerated quite as much as when classes were in session, so she'd either have to switch to something more elegant, or go without accesories. Not wanting to be kicked out, she complied, though it still felt weird to be so...normal.

Her dress was a deep violet color with yellow and black butterflies adorning the bottom, making a fading trail that went all the way up to her waist. The dress was spaghetti-strapped. Her shoes underneath were black. Her hair had been torture, but she'd finally managed to get it pulled up into a bun, with tendrils hanging off from it just so. Her only accessory was a yellow and black butterfly pendant around her neck, to match the butterflies on her dress.

As her eyes looked around the room, they fell upon the food table, particularly the punch bowl, making her realize that she was thirsty. She walked over to it and proceeded to pour herself a glass of punch.

More and more people began to enter the Great Hall but Amelia wasn't really paying attention until a boy with a wonderful sense of humor walked up to her. "JOEL!" Amelia smiled the brightest and widest smile she ever smiled. Responding to what he said earlier about her looking ravishingly she replied, "Well thank you. You don't look too bad yourself." Amelia hadn't seen Joel since the first day of school, which was a downright shock since everyone had lunch at the same time and there was always the common room but yet he hadn't been around. "So where have you been handsome? Haven't seen you around much lately." ......

Louise slid her eyes over the whole room, looking for someone to socialize with. A group of three seventh-years, two other seventh-years talking to a sturdy fifth year who looked very nervous. The bulky girl reminded her of another fifth year she'd seen around, usually in the library. Louise smiled, finally deciding to glide over to another sturdy girl swaying by herself in time to the music on the dance floor, this time a Hufflepuff. "Hello," she said with traces of her slight Spanish accent marking themselves on her vowels. "You're Anasazi, right? I'm Louise."

Anasazi stopped dead in her tracks at a pretty accented voice directed at her. She sucked in her cheeks and crossed her arms subconsciously in front of her body to cover herself. This girl, a Ravenclaw, she thought, was unbelievably pretty and about her same height, though almost certainly a year or two above her. "Right." She barely restrained herself from snapping, "Why are you talking to me?" She pursed her lips and fidgeted a little bit. Her eyes focused on a girl, she thought also a fifth year but probably Ravenclaw, looking as nervous as she felt. "Isn't her name Josie?" she asked inadvertently. Anasazi was never up to playing the hero, and would much rather be left out of anything, but Josie looked like she'd be in the same boat as Anasazi.

Seeing the boy next to her accidentally drop his drink, Angel grabbed a few napkins and helped him clean up the mess. The good news was that the cup hadn't been completely full, but there was still a fair amount of punch to clean up. Angel helped soak up as much of the mess as she could until the floor was dry, though there was a slight bit of residual red left on the stone floor.

'Oh well. At least no one will slip on it.' she thought.

Looking at the boy who dropped the cup, she was surprised to see that it was Joseph.

Placing his hand on his chin as he thought of what beck would say if she caught him 'flirting' with Damian, Peter got a rather evil grin.
"She would probably ask if I had officially come out of the closet. Laugh, and...Well, Either punch me in the shoulder, or punch you in the shoulder for trying to take me away from her. Though, I think that last part was something I would want, not something she would do..." With a guilty smile, Peter turned his head at the sound of a small voice.
It was Eloise.
"Why hello Eloise, that dress makes you look like a Roman goddess. Though, where is your roman god. Or shall I say Nordic?" Of course Peter was joking at that last part, but he really did want to know why Nicodemus wasn't there. Or, if he was there, maybe he was just sulking in the corner for some reason, since if he was standing up he could see him easliy.
"Well, I think I'm going to say hello to some people, just...Not that you guys aren't fun, but I would love to get a date. Even if it is abnormally last minute." With a wink, Peter walked over to the punch bowl. Not seeing anyone he knew, he overcame the intense urge to dunk his head in the punch bowl.
I would so, so love to do something like that, but I think I would much rather spike it, though, I think the younger ones wouldn't be all that happy with me.
Peters eyes scoured the room, looking for potential, pretty girls he could ask, though, the only one he really wanted to go with was Beck, and she wasn't there.

Xurdion woke in the Ravenclaw common room, he had been in his own little world for the past few days but he wasn't going to miss the dance. He quickly jumped out of bed, his heart was racing and his hands had cold sweat forming on the palms. He quickly bit his lower lip and started to look around the room frantically for his dress robes. "Nobody woke me up, eh? Peachy...Those blights will get theirs when school starts again." Eventually he found them, exactly where he knew they would be. "Sodding hell..." He muttered as he pulled his dress robes out of hte chair in the common room. "I need to get some sort of organization thing going on for myself." He quickly changed into them, they were rather itchy because they were in the attic when he got them. He looked at himself in the common room mirror, he thought he looked rather nice. "Or, better than usual." His hair was still rather messed up but he kept it because he didn't need to worry about things like this. "Men don't need to worry about hair." He thought as he rushed out of the common room and began his journey downstairs. Everyone was gone, or so it seemed, only the first, second, and third years were wandering about. Or, what was left of them, most had gone home to their families. "Sodding hell, sodding hell, sodding hell." He muttered all the way down to the Great Hall. He pushed through the crowd and looked around to find his friends, he saw them but he was rather thirsty so he went over to the punch and poured himself a cup. He took a sip before heading over to Joseph, he saw him cleaning up a mess on the dancefloor, he sighed, half out of anger and half out of pity. He continued to walk over before he stealthily(if that's a word) pulled out his wand. "Tergeo." He muttered as he put his wand away, the napkins and the punch were gone. Now that his pity was gone, all that was left was his anger. "Hey, mate. What the sodding hell? You were supposed to wake me." He said, gritting his teeth and crossing his arms.

Vlaityn tried to put on her happiest countenance and mind thought when entering the room. Well, happiest she could muster. She wasn't exactly overly pleased. She had considered skipping out on the event altogether because she couldn't seem to find any of her friends to give advice on how she looked.

But with a some-what arrogant, stubborn mental slap, Vlaityn had come anyway. Surprisingly.

She felt an easy-going smile appear when she did see many people she was knew gathered here and there. Joel, Amelia, Peter, Eloise, Joesph, Ascella, Damian, everyone really.

Although she still felt somewhat uncomfortable in her dress. Her mother had insisted on it, naturally. It was a short cut black dress with gray trim that almost shimmered to a light shade of blue, like her eyes. She had also pulled her hair back slightly for the occasion. Another odd thing for her.