Post by Milo Witte on May 19, 2012 13:49:59 GMT -8
((I figured since this is the last opportunity the site will have for a good while to have a dance of any sort at Hogwarts, I'd start this.
16th December 2011, 8:00 p.m.
This was only his second Yule Ball since Milo had taken post as arithmancy professor, and he for one was feeling rather under the weather. He'd been fighting off something the past few days, and today had come down with the sniffles. His nose was miserably red and currently stuffed with tissue to keep it from running. This was not a good way to spend his Yule Ball, but he'd make the best of it as always. He wasn't one to let a little cold get to him, especially not after spending the past few hours working on helping the other professors set up for this thing.
Looking at the time, Milo figured he should probably remove his rags. The student population already believed him queer enough. He sighed, tossing the rag in the trash and filling in the pocket of his dress robes to ensure he had plenty of tissues just in case. He sniffled and sighed, collapsing onto a chair at one of the circular tables that took up the part of the room that wasn't for the dance floor. Now to wait for the fourth years on up to come and make all the preparation while dizzy worth it.
((Meh. Milo didn't quite cooperate, but it's a post!))
Post by Justin McDowell on Jun 1, 2012 15:00:19 GMT -8
The fuss around the castle to find a date to the Yule Ball had begun just as early as usual this year. About the only difference was that Justin had found it nowhere near as amusing for the second time in a row without Melissa there. Now, without DC here? It was even worse. They'd always gone as a group of friends. Now, he was going solo, he guessed. He hadn't really thought about asking Sofi. He'd been preoccupied of late with his own thoughts. Thankfully his old dress robes still managed to fit him well enough to pass, though he wasn't sure he'd do more than stick around at this silly function for a few minutes and leave. He couldn't imagine it being fun. Unlike the Halloween Ball, this was about dressing up in nice clothing and spending it coupled off with your crush for the year. It was a time new couples used to show off their couplyness. Justin wasn't in the mood for it or much in the holiday spirit. He hadn't even bothered to add his own special tweaks to his outfit this year. There was no joy in something when two of your best mates weren't even around and you had no idea where the one was.
Justin sighed as he made his way to the ground floor from the Hufflepuff wing of the dungeons, looking around the mass of students already gathered around, waiting to flood the hall the second the clock struck eight. He noticed with a roll of his eyes that one couple had begun the party a little early. Off in the corner only feet from the staircase that lead from the dungeons to the foyer of the ground floor were two snogging and looking way too friendly for public. "Oy, you two! Get a room" The guy held out his right arm and gave him a rude hand gesture. Justin rolled his eyes. "Bah humbug!" he muttered under his breath as he sunk against the wall on the other side of the stair well. Maybe he should just go back downstairs.
As tempting as the idea was, however, he realized he had to get out of this funk somehow. Even if he just danced with random girls or simply hung back by the wall out of the spotlight for once with some spiked punch, at least he was out and had a chance to have some fun tonight. He just hoped it worked....
Post by Addison Mitchell on Jun 1, 2012 15:42:15 GMT -8
As usual, Addie was dateless to the Yule Ball. All around her, girls were gushing about their dates while giving her sorry glances. She disregarded them all. She could care less. After all, the rumors going around the school about her preference were true. She just wasn't in the mood to deal with the repercussions if her parents were to find out their beautiful pureblooded daughter wasn't going to marry off and produce well-manicured, perfect little offspring. Not that she would have done it anyway, even if her preferences had been different. The idea of children disgusted her, but that was thought for another time. Right now, she was getting ready for the Yule Ball, and nothing was going to dash her spirits or her chances at enjoying it--not even fish-faced Sally over there who was currently talking in her shrill little voice. No, tonight was a good night. Classes had ended earlier today for the semester, and tonight was a celebration of all the hard work, a chance to let her hair down and dance away her stress.
"Poor little Addison's dateless again, Jane," she could hear Sally saying in a "sorrowful" voice. Sally was one for the dramatics.
"I know, and I can't for the life of me understand why. Surely even with her attitude, some guy would want her." Addie rolled her eyes and slipped on her dangly silver earring before looking to the mirror while picking up her lip stain. She opened her mouth in a slight O and began to rub the marker-like tip along her lower lip, watching as her lip began to turn redder as she gave it a few coats.
"I know, right? She's got the body."
Jane sighed. "Maybe she intimidates them because of the Quidditch." Addie had to work to keep back a laugh at that thought. Back to painting her lips, which took some patience with this stuff. She began to work on her upper lip.
Sally sighed, too. "I know. It isn't very lady like. Haven't her parents taught her anything?" Addie quirked a fine-lined brow and set down her lip stain after capping it. Now for lipstick. She made quick work of putting that on. There, now the color should last all night.
"Maybe we'll have to help her out tonight. That Gryffindor...Ryder, isn't it? He was looking mighty fine."
"A Gryffindor?" Sally gasped, playfully hitting Jane in the arm. "Jane, shame on you!"
Jane shrugged. "You can't deny he has a certain amount of....physical appeal. Those muscles, and the eyes!"
Addie sighed, shaking her head. Foundation? Check. Eye make-up? Check. Mascara? Check. Fake lashes? Check. Blush? Check. Lips? Check. Hair? Check. Except for that strand. The girl quickly swept it out of the way and reached for a pin, expertly hiding it and pinning the errant strand in place before spraying it down. There. Now, that was more like it. A French twist with sideswept bangs. Silver dangly earrings. A silver dress with a mute but noticeable green belt accenting her waist and curves from its strategical place. Her shoes were strappy silver heels with little green accents along the part that covered the top of her foot. She was ready and felt good.
Now, just to drag Subaru with her. She would shock the two gossips by having a "date" tonight. Quiet them for a good while and avoid them trying to pair her off with Ryder O'Callaghan. She still was mad, even these two months later.
Addie stood suddenly and made her way out to the common room looking for the man of the hour and perhaps the only man she could trust not to make an unwanted move for such a stunt as this.
Post by Rufus Camoynes on Jun 4, 2012 0:36:02 GMT -8
Ah, Yule Ball.
Such a glorious, amazing, utterly fascinating... and absolutely worthless waste of time. His time primarily. Dress robes. Dancing. Mindless small talk. More dancing. Loud, inane music. And, not to forget, horrible drinks.
Why people saw this as something good was beyond his understanding. He had loathed Yule Ball back in his days as a student. Everybody was always so giddy about it. And, of course, it always ended in a massive amount of disgusting snogging and what not.
The really bad thing was that he couldn’t escape it this time. He had to be present, after all he was the headmaster of the Hogwarts Academy for Wizardry and Witchcraft. That required him to be there. It would also require him to hold a speech. Some ridiculous nonsense about the school spirit, about learning, how all of them were so great, blablabla yaddayadda. It was very tempting to give this dubious honor to professor Faust, after all the man was still owing him a favor, but were five minutes of peace really worth evening out the debt? Of course there was the chance that it would prompt the professor into insisting that they were not even just yet. Letting his family stay right in Hogwarts, that certainly outweighed a silly speech for Yule Ball.
Still, it didn’t really feel to be worth it. This favor was meant to be kept for something else. Dresden Faust, Death Eater, maybe? Or at least, someone who could be useful when taking care of those nasty buggers who called themselves “Order of the Phoenix”, at least those who were still out and about.
“Dear students and professors. This was a year of many challenges,” he began. “You have all been such a gigantic pain in my butt, you can’t even possibly imagine how I would very much like to put you all into an arena and have you fight to the death for my personal amusement.”
No, that wouldn’t really have the wanted effect, would it? He pulled on his dress robes, trying to bring them into a more dignified position and looked into the mirror.
“My dear spoiled brats. Please die. All of you.” Short and sweet, but hardly fitting. “Avada...” While certainly amusing, just not really fitting either.
He was really in a pickle with this. Public speaking. He wasn’t really bad at it, he just really disliked doing it. All the people always had their expectations and one had to watch out for so many things. It was unscientific and really only aiming at cheap emotions. The students didn’t care about it, they were much more interested in exploring each other’s tonsils with their tongues. And the teachers? Oh they’ve all heard it before a million times.
It was probably simpler to just play into their expectations. Short did the trick. The shorter and simpler it was, the faster he could get out of there and focus on important things.
“My dear students, fellow professors, and our ever present friends of the Imperium Guard”, oh yes, they were there as well. “This is the Yule Ball, have fun.” Yes, something like that. Short and to the point.
Rufus had one last look into the mirror. What a waste of time and resources.
Post by Takahashi Subaru on Jun 4, 2012 19:48:48 GMT -8
"C’mon Takahashi, get movin! We have a ball we need to get too!"
Subaru let out a soft sigh before looking in the mirror and took a moment to straighten his dress robes, which were accented in a deep forest green, out. Merlin this was stupid. He felt like a total idiot and was pretty sure he looked like one as well. The last thing the seeker wanted was to attend this stupid ball, but it appeared his dorm mates had other plans for him. For whatever reason, they had decided this was one event he needed to attend, hence his current state of dress. Maybe with any luck he could slip away on the way to the Great Hall; or if worse came to worse, ditch out after the welcoming speech type deal and before the dancing began.
”Yea, yea, I’m coming. Keep your shirt on Donovan…” he snapped back. What was the bloody rush anyway? It wasn’t like he had a date or anything, and even if all his roommates had, they could suck it up and wait it out a few extra minutes. The Slytherin felt a vindictive little smirk make its way onto his face. It would serve them right anyway and there was always the added bonus that they would all get tired of waiting and just leave without him. Brushing a strand of hair out of his face, Subaru took one last look in the mirror before deciding it was probably better to just get things over with, and headed down to the common room.
He almost wished he hadn’t. The place was crawling with his fellow Slytherin’s as they ran about, picking up dates or finding last minute things they would need before they could finally head out. Not to mention all the younger years hanging out to see what all the fuss was about. And to make matters worse, he didn’t see any of his roommates. Bastards probably left already. He ran a hand threw his hair as he debated on whether or not he should just go back up stairs when he caught a flicker of silver out of the corner of his eye. Oh Merlin no… Addie… and she looked like she was looking for someone. The seeker quickly moved to stand behind a pair of 7th years that were talking with each other and hoped his Quidditch captain hadn’t caught sight of him. He remembered quite well what had happened the last time she had cornered him and at the moment he had no desire to have a repeat of that.
Post by Addison Mitchell on Jun 6, 2012 0:44:31 GMT -8
Where did he go? Addison's eyes narrowed in a glare as she began to search the general area where she could have sworn she had spotted that Asian boy all dressed and ready to attend the ball. She'd have his neck if he managed to get away. She needed him tonight if she was going to stand any chance at avoiding the two annoying girls' matchmaking attempts. She would not be caught dead anywhere near Ryder O'Callaghan. She'd rather be caught snogging the Headmaster than standing near the Gryffindor reprobate. She still was nowhere near ready for forgive him for his antics back in early October and certainly wouldn't do so for the amusement of the two gossips.
After a few moments of active searching, Addie decided to stop where she was and simply watch. He hadn't managed to get back to the male dormitories. She would have spotted him if he had done that, so he was somewhere in this room hiding in the general direction she had spotted him in like the wuss he was. She'd simply have to either wait for the room to disappear upstairs or out wait him. The two Slytherins he had hidden behind had other plans, however, as their two dates appeared somewhere behind her. She sidestepped so they could get to their dates without having to go around her and that was when he spotted her.
"SUBARU!" she shouted to be heard over the noise around them. As she did so, she stormed over to him, shaking her head. "Hiding from your date, are you?" she asked with mock sweetness. She kept the fake smile on her lips as Jane and Sally walked into the common room. "You're going to the ball. I will not be caught dead anywhere near O'Callaghan, and those girls are determined to hook me and him up. Not happening, if I can help it, and well, you're the only bloke I can trust not to have ulterior motives. Consider yourself drafted."
He was going to have one fantastic day this year. It wouldn’t be overshadowed with idiotic pranks gone awry. It wouldn’t get messed up by some sort of petty drama revolving around a girl. It wouldn’t fall apart because his pride got the best of him and he made some pretty terrible decisions. No, this was going to be good, he was sure of it. He would have done anything to fulfill his goal. The Yule Ball may have been pretty stuffy and professional at first, but eventually it would collapse into something that was more his speed. Besides, he wasn’t sure how to do any formal dances, so he could have used the beginning to find people to associate himself with for the night.
Not even the fact that Ryder didn’t have a date was going to stop him from enjoying himself. Besides, he didn’t need one. “But you’re Ryder, everyone will expect you to have found your next victim,” one of his friends teased. The brunette shrugged, giving a haphazard smile. It was expected? That was one reason that he shouldn’t have done so. From his position on a couch in the common room, he glanced up at his friends. “Why? By the time the night’s out, I could’ve stolen all of your dates and girlfriends.” There was a matching chorus of both amusement and annoyance. It wasn’t true, he knew it – and Ryder wouldn’t have considered all of the ladies babes, either – but that didn’t make the remark have any less of an impact. “Besides, then I can dance with whoever I’d like, for as long as I’d like.”
Waiting a little while longer, the group of teenage boys was joined by a handful of teenage girls. Everyone seemed to match – a couple accented in fuchsia, another in burgundy, all sorts of warm colors. Clearly, his friends had put some thought into this. Ryder remained fixed to the couch as he glanced them all over. To be honest, he thought they all looked like idiots. They were dressed far too prim and proper, like they were going to a wedding or something ridiculous. Not to mention the fact that most of them looked uncomfortable with themselves. He hadn’t even bothered to change yet. If they were any indicator, he wouldn’t really want to. Still, when they started to get fussy, he removed himself to go put on his dress robes.
Why go for fuchsia or burgundy, when he could be golden?
It wasn’t entirely gold, but it was just bright and shiny enough in just enough places that Ryder could be certain he could garner attention. A smile found his face as he ran a hand through his hair. This was proof of it. He was going to enjoy himself. He was smirking as he moved down the steps back into the common room, but there was no sign of his mates. “Hm, must’ve thought I wasn’t going,” he murmured to himself. In actuality, they probably just didn’t want to wait for them. The chaser didn’t think about it much more before beginning to make his way in the direction of the Great Hall. He was usually the type to be fashionable late, but he would be dramatic enough even if he entered with the massive crowd of students. His steps clicked on the stones beneath him as he continued his path into the hallway.
Ryder was eventually near the hall, catching sight of one of his friends. He squeezed through the crowd, but stopped part way. Third wheel. He didn’t want to become the third wheel. At least not meeting back up would make it easier to split off of them. Pulling a face, he remained where he was, quickly looking around. Araelia was going home, wasn’t she? When was she supposed to leave? Either way, he wasn’t sure if she would make an appearance. He wasn’t really interested in running into Summer, so she was out. Perhaps that new American girl on the team had stuck around for the holidays?
Yule ball. Right. There were going to be girls there, and that made Christof nervous. He was always nervous around girls, and he hadn't managed to find a date for the Ball. He stood in front of the mirror, fiddling with his dark blue dress robes that his parents had sent with him this year. He raised a hand to his strawberry blonde hair and tried to settle that along with his nerves. There had been a lot going on, but Christof had been throwing himself into his studies. A small sigh escaped him, and those bright blue eyes looked back at him in the mirror. He was still an awkward looking boy, even in the best set of robes he owned.
Another sigh escaped him, and he began to make his way out of the Ravenclaw tower with a bit of a shuffle to his feet. He wasn't sure why he was going, other than he was certain that word of it would get back to his mother and then she'd be upset at having purchased these dress robes. They fit well, and he didn't want to upset his mother, so here he was putting one foot in front of the other and finding his way into the Ball with ease. He looked around, bright eyes flashing as he tried to figure out what was going on where. He walked in, and found no one that he really knew. Everyone was older, in different houses, and a bit of a sigh escaped him. He made his way to the refreshments to grab a cup of punch and promptly stuck himself to the wall to watch everyone else.
Post by Yuki Adams on Jun 12, 2012 22:25:21 GMT -8
Yule Ball. More like Yule Poop.
All the girls were going crazy over it, even the third years below her. She didn’t particularly understand the hype, nor did she care about it. Oh yes there will be dancing. And boys. And more dancing. And boys. And dancing. And boys. And maybe some more dancing. And then the whole dating thing. Merciful... why were they so crazy about it? It was just dating, it just ended in snogging, making out, exploring each other’s tonsils with the tongue. It was just disgusting.
Still, somehow she felled compelled to attend this nonsense. The primary reason for this was that she as now a Hufflepuff and Hufflepuff had to be represented there just like the other houses. Maybe this was some warped form of loyalty, yet it made her feel she had to go there. That was it, really. She had to go there. She didn’t have to date or worse, dance.
She didn’t have to and she didn’t want to. The reason for this was simple: she saw them differently. They were humans, she wasn’t. Mayumi knew that their kinds could mix, her own grandfather had done so, but apart from being different in that regard there was another problem. This was temporary. She would be here for roughly four years, give or take, then she would likely leave and return home. There was no plan for her to stay longer than school. Friendships were fine. Romances on the other hand, no, they wouldn’t work like this. Besides, there was more at risk than just some broken hearts. It was simply not safe enough for a gotoku neko to hang around in a foreign country, fall in love and maybe even produce offspring. There was no community to back this up. No safety, no guard against people who would abuse such knowledge.
That and she didn’t really care about boys at this point. She knew she wasn’t homosexual, but she had also seen how retarded drooling over a boy could be. Mayumi loved her cousin Hanako, but the girl had made a complete idiot out of herself when the leader of the Fujiwara family had originally proposed to Rika. The drama connected to romances was entertaining to watch from a distance, but the moment one somehow got involved in it, it quickly turned into a minefield and Mayumi’s memories of the really stupid drama that Hanako had caused when Rika had mentioned the whole proposal thing were still fresh.
Sure, now Hanako had gotten what she had always wanted, but it still left a really uncomfortable aftertaste in Mayumi’s mouth.
Yes, boys were alright, as long as the hormones on both sides weren’t out of control. Patience. Discipline. That was important. The emotional stuff was just that, emotional, ridiculous, useless.
Mayumi looked into the mirror. Well, at least she wasn’t wearing any of those ridiculous dresses. At least the sleeves of her purple kimono weren’t dragging on the floor, and, most importantly, it didn’t really allow her to dance. Working as planned.
So this was it then. Yule Ball. She shook her head and joined the group of fourth year Hufflepuff girls on their trek from the dormitories to the ball.
Post by Takahashi Subaru on Jun 12, 2012 22:52:05 GMT -8
He flinched. Oh bloody hell… she had found him, and from her stalking gate she didn’t seem all that happy about it either. Hiding from his date? Well yea, that was the general idea until those blasted 7th years took off for whatever reason. Now what was all this about O’Callaghan and getting hooked up? Ulterior motives? And now he was drafted? What the hell!?
”You can’t be serious… you aren’t being serious? Right?” One could only hope, but judging from the glare he was now receiving he had a sinking feeling he would not be getting out of this one at all. It was then that he noticed a pair of Slytherin girls walked into the common room. High strung pair of girl girls in his opinion. Yuck. He swallowed hard. Guess those were the two that were trying to set Addison up with the Gryffindor jerk. How anyone could stand that guy was beyond him. But that still left him with the problem of being drafted as a date for Addie. And no way out. He sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he was no going to the ball whether he liked it or not. At least with Addie, he knew nothing would happen.
”Alright, alright, I’ll go… but you so owe me for this…” He offered her his arm, something he’d seen others do and hoped he wasn’t about to get a slap upside the head.
Post by Rufus Camoynes on Jun 13, 2012 17:11:56 GMT -8
With all the students and teachers finally filling up the great hall Rufus felt that it was time for this event to begin, simply because the sooner it began, the sooner it would be over as well. Good riddance.
Of course not everybody was here yet, but when had that ever been the case? He couldn’t remember that it had ever happened. There were always latecomers. Too bad for them, really. Or was it? They had to stay at this ridiculous event shorter than everybody else. They were lucky. But since they were latecomers they clearly cared about Yule Ball and that meant that they would likely stay longer, probably until it was over. So they were really just as crazy as the rest.
Right now it seemed that most of the people were here. The rest could just... whatever...
Rufus cleared his throat after quickly climbing on the stone dais with the podium that was usually used to welcome the new students and begin a new year. They had actually removed all the teachers’ tables from there as well. He had to give the house elves and the rest of the staff credit. They were doing a good job with this.
But no matter. This ridiculous ball had to be started now.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Students and fellow colleagues. I was very tempted to hold a proper speech to celebrate this auspicious event, and I still am,” lies, of course, but made the people appreciate the actual shortness of what he was going to say so that they could get straight to their ridiculous hopping and drinking and whatever else their puny little brains desired. "But", he continued, “I figured you would all appreciate it if I would keep this short. So here it is, Yule Ball. Have fun, enjoy it.” And that was it. He had thought about maybe mentioning how good this year had been, how the next one would be better, but, that was all just so much annoying talk about nothing whatsoever, so he had decided not to do it. Besides, this way he could get out of here faster.
Post by Addison Mitchell on Jun 14, 2012 16:35:34 GMT -8
"You can’t be serious… you aren’t being serious? Right?" Addie gave Subaru a pointed look, her arms crossing and weight falling to one hip. Really? When wasn't she serious if she sought him out for something? If she had something in mind, it meant her mind was made up and she wasn't going to easily be persuaded otherwise. Why did Subaru even find the question necessary? Yes, she understood he hated social situations, but he could deal for this year. She wouldn't be here next school year, and he would have that time to be as anti-social as he wanted then and for all his remaining school years if he so wanted, but it was her duty this school year to show him that people weren't so bad, and if she was lucky, get him a few good friends she knew wouldn't let him simply slip through the cracks after she graduated.
When Subaru changed his tune and said he'd go, Addie smirked, shrugging off the fact she now "owed him." "'Course I do," she replied. "Next game, you can bet ya that other seeker won't last through a minute of the game. Sound good?" Yeah, she doubted that would be all he'd go for. He'd probably want something more to repay her debt, but whatever. She really didn't give a damn. So long as everyone thought she had a date, she was good. "In all seriousness, you're going to have to play your part up if you want me to make good on my debt, hmm?" And by that, she meant dancing, getting her her drinks and Hors d'oeuvres whenever she wanted something. All the things a real boyfriend would do if he was brand spanking new and out to impress.
Post by Justin McDowell on Jun 14, 2012 17:46:14 GMT -8
By the time the Headmaster had called everyone's attention toward the two huge closed double doors that lead into the Great Hall from the foyer, the foyer had filled up considerably. So many eager fourth through seventh year students were crammed into the area Justin was considering going back downstairs just to escape it, still not in much of a mood to celebrate at all. But Headmaster Camoynes was addressing them now, telling them the Yule Ball had officially begun, and the doors swung open on cue, revealing the decorated Hall. Justin couldn't see inside from where he was so far to the back of the hoard of students, but he didn't care. He simply fell in line, letting whoever pushed their way ahead of him go past him without hesitation.
As a result, Justin was one of the last people to enter the place. The enchanted ceiling displayed its usual weather of snow falling down. Gigantic Christmas trees decorated the front corner near where the professor's table was and now the band of the year was busy playing a rousing rendition of a popular holiday tune. A line of tables was along one of the longer walls, holding many self-replenishing bowls of punch, cups, plates, and various small snacks. Small trees with fake snow on them and surrounding them were placed at strategic locations on the food place and also were used as centerpieces, he noticed, on the round tables that were at the far end of the Great Hall. Overall, the Hufflepuff was underwhelmed, but it seemed he was one of the only ones if not the only one. Somehow the Christmas spirit had passed him up this year.
Note: No, I know Gemma isn't at school. This isn't her posting, though, this is Pandora as an NPC.
She gave herself one last look in the mirror and sighed. This definitely wasn't her usual look -- much softer, more... cute, rather than 'sexy' -- but after all the stresses she'd felt during this first half of the school year, she needed a change. Several changes. And this was one of the first.
Another of the firsts was that she didn't actually have a date to this dance. Usually, she was a hot item on the market for dates, due to her reputation as the "girl who might give you everything you asked for," but recently... that ship just hadn't been sailing. She didn't want just any guy anymore. She wasn't even sure if she wanted any specific one anymore, seeing as the ones she actually found herself liking... well. It hadn't worked out -- neither of them had -- and so she found herself not really wanting... anything. From any guy. Any young man who interacted with her tonight would be... just a friend. Or something.
Bloody hell, that's a strange thought...
She was reaching up to fiddle with her hair again -- she still wasn't used to it in its grown-out length -- when her friend Sofi spoke up from the other side of the room.
"Leave it, luv. I already spent ages on it, I'm not gonna redo it again."
"... are you sure you don't wanna come, Sof?" Pandora asked almost hesitantly; she'd been rather shocked when Sofi'd told her she didn't want to attend the dance at all, even as an "unattached" goer. Sofi gave her a look, walking over to stand beside Pandora; the dark-skinned girl was taller than Pandora, even though the younger girl wore heels of several inches.
"Nothin' for me ta do there... I'd just be bored. But you have fun, eh, Panda?" Pandora managed to give her Quidditch Captain a smile before turning with a sigh to head for the door.
"I'll do my best... I'll tell you how many people think I'm someone else, eh?" she joked, her Irish accent standing out due to her sudden bout of nerves. Could she really do this?
"You'll be fine," Sofi told her soothingly, apparently intuiting her unspoken question, "Now, go get 'em! ... or not, as the case may be..." Pandora laughed, then squared her narrow shoulders and headed out of the room.
Leaving the Hufflepuff dormitory behind, she headed up the stairs to the entrance hall, realizing with some surprise that everyone was already filing in. Had it really taken that long for her to get ready? She hiked up her long skirt a bit so that her heels wouldn't catch on it and trotted to keep up with the end of the group, unconsciously scanning the crowd for faces she knew.
... though what I'd do if I saw any I have no idea...
Christof looked around almost nervously. He listened to the Headmaster, almost hoping for a longer speech because it would keep everyone distracted for a longer amount of time. Less of the ball, right? But sadly, his speech was shorter than anything Christof had heard before. This was his first Yule Ball, and yet it felt so... he didn't even have the proper words for it. Instead the young Ravenclaw clutched at a thing of punch and walked around nervously. The only people he even recognized were Quidditch players. Beaters, seekers, chasers like himself, and keepers. Other than that other fourth years, and well, that about summed it up.
He shuffled around, looking at the decorations in turn before letting a sigh escape him. One hand lifted to fuss with his hair in attempt to feel like he was doing something before he spotted someone he did know, if only very loosely. The boy was on the Hufflepuff team, and the keeper. Probably why Christof knew his face, he had attempted to throw quaffle's past the boy a number of times since he had joined the Ravenclaw team the previous year. Figuring he was better to talk to than any girl, Christof walked up with a small smile.
"Hello there. Christof von Wolfram II, I know you're the Hufflepuff keeper, but I'm afraid I don't know your name." Perfectly polite, smile on his face with a hand forward to shake the fellow's if he would be so kind. Something to save him from boredom, at least for a bit, and from girls... because Christof would fall flat on his face if he had to talk to a pretty girl.
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