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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 4:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 11:43 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 8:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 5:32 pm
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Cathryn O'Malley 12 Years Old┽Second Year┽Ravenclaw┽Chaser┽Taken by William Dante Nott the Third
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Cathryn entered the ballroom, with Tay in tow. She stepped out onto the dance floor, and her breath caught. The room was beautiful, completely decked out in all shades of pink and red imaginable. The newly polished floor shown, and Cat felt hesitant to take a step out onto it.
She twirled around in her lovely blue dress, enjoying the feeling of standing alone in a large, gorgeous room, and felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. A ball gown, new shoes, wonderful hair, and the best boyfriend in the world: what could be better? A laugh burst out of her mouth, and she glanced around, hoping she wasn't making a fool of herself. She saw a pale red head standing alone, and moved to introduce herself. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor. "Hello there, I'm Cathryn O'Malley, but you can call me Cat or Kitty for short. This here is my boyfriend, William Dante Nott the Third, or Tay, 'cause his full name is a bit of a mouthful. What's your name?"
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Injuries/Illnesses: ------
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 6:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 7:40 pm
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Jessica Sassareth
Slytherin, Third Year
Jess was slightly surprised by Cathryn approaching with Tay. The porcelain redhead nodded and smiled at the couple, "Nice to meet you, Cathryn, and of course, I already know Tay. I hope you're both enjoying the party...."
The young Slytherin girl was surprised by Ronyo bowing, asking her to dance like a nobleman out of one of her favorite books. Slightly taken aback, Jess could feel herself blush under her makeup, and curtsied, "I am honored that you you'd say that I'm pretty, and I would love to dance with you, Ronyo."
Jess placed a slender hand in Ronyo's and let him lead her out on the dance floor.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 8:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 8:46 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 6:21 am
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Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down... William Dante Nott the Third
There was no mistaking the auburn tresses over golden eyes as he followed alongside Cathryn O’ Malley, arms intertwined, and the click of his own dress shoes mimicked his every motion. Gliding along on air, he had been quiet and sheepish, admonishing only the feverish clicks of his tongue so that the ears of the Ravenclaw beside him could hear. As they approached another figure in green, he couldn’t help but wonder how Cat would react, if she only knew, what lurked in the pit of the serpents. As much as he tried to assure himself that she, would, in no sense of the term, be hauled into this mess he had created, he could only ever be so sure. But lingering deep inside, that spirit lurched to his fingertips and hid behind eyes of gold.
”Jess,” Tay greeted the Slytherin with a firm and simple nod. He lingered in the background, arm still infused with Cat, but mind long since swept to the undertow of thoughts. Until another voice approached, spinning, narrowing eyes captivated the newest Slytherin to the pit. ”Storm.” He not only acknowledged, but greeted with a stern stare, lacking in any warmth or glacier malice as was accustomed to him. His pride and arrogance may have held him there, but even he knew, this wasn’t his night…
It’s Cathryn’s.
A lingering silence perused, for just the moment, as his inquisitive gaze pursued both emerald clad third years, shortly before, his own attention unraveled upon Cat. ”Well, Kitty,” a smile fought to his lips, ”Care to dance?”
..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 6:39 am
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So you wanna call me the devils' advocate But you don't even know the half of it I was raised to believe in miracles My life is so cold
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Having encountered her date while lingering in the dungeons, Annabelle strode beneath the high arched frame leading into the Great Hall, and beside her, Devin Cloud lingered in tow. Bright, and brilliant eyes of pale misted green clashed against the tenacity of pinks and reds, the hues of love had only left a distorted imprint in her mind as the colors all meshed together to create a spectral of muddy browns and gray. She was sure that the illustrious décor would have been a sight to see, if, she could truly see it.
”Looks like we’re early.” Belle chimed over the instrumental music that glided along on its course. Several couples had already begun to dance, and as her gaze roamed over the vicinity she couldn’t fight back the forlorn smile. ”Tell me, is it beautiful—the room, that is?
“All of the colors look… the same.”
Location: Great Hall Ballroom with Devin Desires: Perfection Troubles: Colors
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Does what I'm wearing seem to shock you? Well, that's okay 'Cause what I'm thinking about you is not okay I've got it on my mind to change my ways But I don't think I can be anything other than me No, I don't think I can be anything other than me
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 6:52 am
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Professor of Alchemy ..............Ravenclaw
"The cycle of life only goes one direction, not even alchemy can change that."
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The hustle and bustle of everyday life had taken a toll on Angel, though, when it had come to his attention that the school would be hosting a dance, he immediately knew, this was the relaxation he needed. Albeit, the duration of his relaxation would encompass keeping an eye on the students, but, he was quite sure that the students would give them no trouble this day—or at least he hoped. The radiating warmth of his chocolate focus darted between the professors already mulling around, and the students, already twirling.
He had his eyes set upon a certain source, the Herbology, or Potions professor. He knew those two were the best likely options for his newest efforts, and, was quite well aware of the connections Hess Caesar had while working under the society of Potioneer’s under Alfons Flint, a man he had encountered once or twice while on his own efforts for the quintessence of alchemy.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 3:18 pm
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Quidditch is my life, but my knowledge is who I am.
Devin Cloud
Second Year♽Hufflepuff♽Chaser
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"Well, it all depends on how you define beauty. The decor is quite the sight to behold. It is beautiful... but there is something right here that surpasses even this radiant sight," he hinted, a casual smile on his face. He hoped the line did not go over Annabelle's head, which it had a chance of doing. The young woman was completely beautiful, once again winning him over, just like the time at the Nott family ball last summer. He couldn't believe she accepted the question, which was exactly the opposite of what he expected. He expected to be rejected honestly, for he thought that someone like himself would never even be considered by a woman that is so...proper and elegant. But he's here...with her...right now.
Soon after he answered the question...he thought to himself. He finally remembered why she asked the question about the ball room... She is colorblind to certain colors. He couldn't imagine what she was seeing right at that point, and he couldn't help but feeling a little sympathetic. He would not dwell on it too much though, for he wanted to enjoy his night with the most beautiful girl he has ever laid his eyes upon. Those emerald green eyes of hers, the kindness, everything about her seemed to be perfect, but he knew her imperfections. But he really didn't care about them, for he thought that her imperfections made her even more perfect. As weird of a concept that was; it was true.
"Would you like to dance?" he said, motioning towards the dance floor. He knew she had two left feet at times, but that would be the fun about it. But you never know what Annabelle has up her sleeve. Maybe she was actually a great dancer. Devin was a pretty good dancer, for his sister had taught him how to slow dance if he ever ran into this situation. So he would sort of lead her in a way. That is what the male is supposed to do in ballroom dancing, but that is what his sister told him.
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Some are born great, some achieve great, but some...have greatness thrust upon them.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 4:42 pm
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Cathryn O'Malley 12 Years Old┽Second Year┽Ravenclaw┽Chaser┽Taken by William Dante Nott the Third
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A red tint of embarrassment colored Cathryn's cheeks as she realized that Tay and Jess already knew each other, but she was saved the trouble of responding by another third year, asking Jess to dance. Then the soft voice at her side spoke, and she turned to face the boy who's arm she held. He called her Kitty, he least used, but favorite nickname!"I would love to dance, but I don't really know how." Her voice dropped off at the end, in mild embarrassment. She had led him to the dance floor, attracted by its beauty, then realized that she did not know how to dance, not even as clumsily as Jess' partner, Storm. 'Maybe Tay knows how to dance, being noble-born and all. He's probably danced with loads of girls!' She thought. 'Well, ask him! He is your boyfriend!' Taking his hands, she gazed up at the handsome pale face."Do you know how? Would you teach me?" Her pitch black eyes met his golden ones, waiting for his reply.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 8:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 9:59 pm
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"Only a true dream
can catch my eye
and hold me down"
Out of breath and feeling more nervous than ever before, Charlotte stepped into the glorified room. Her blonde hair had been taken up into an intricate updo, and pinned at the back with a crystal comb. The dress she wore was the dress her mother had worn at her first ball, only modified a bit. The frilly sleeves had been removed, and a black satin sash had been installed so that the dress now clung to the wearer's curves instead of penciling down loosely. Her shoes, though a bit painful, were the precise color of her dress and boosted her height. It was a combo she never would have come up with on her own, and she thanked God for the floo network and her mother's keen sense of style. Her first instinct as she entered was to search the room for the one person she cared about more than anything else in the world. She found this person in the arms of Ronyo Storm, a third year slytherin she didn't know very well. She watched as the two executed perfect maneuvers, gracefully twirling about the place. A bit of jealousy tickled her thoughts, and she wasn't quite sure whether it was for Ronyo or Jess. Still, she kept her cool and waited patiently for the music to draw to a finish. When it did, she timidly walked toward the pair, eyes gleaming. "H- hi Jess, you look very p- pretty," she spoke, her stutter appearing for the first time since year 1. "Ronyo." She curtsied a bit, politely smiling. She then just stood there awkwardly, unsure of what she should do. Being an extremely introverted and shy person outside of quidditch, it had been extremely hard for her to face what she was about to go through. There was no way she could do it alone.
Age: 13 ❤ Relationship Status: Single ❤ Mood: Very Nervous ❤ Location: Dance Floor Thoughts: "I'm scared, Jess..." Kat's Formal Wear
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