Valentine's Day Masquerade Ball //... everyone

[alicelogan]

At last the fast approaching big event was upon the castle of Hogwarts. The Valentine's Day Masquerade Ball had arrived. And Alice was totally prepared for it. At present she was stood in the seventh year gryffindor girls dorm lacing the back of her dress up, having already done her hair before hand. Most people got somebody else to do it but the other girls in her dorm had got ready and gone so she had been left to do it alone. Looking down at herself Alice had to admit that it was a more old fashioned and traditional ball gown. But that was Alice all over as coming from a pureblood family she like tradition and wasn't about to go breaking it now for some new fashions. Not that Alice was particularly struck on the newer styles of dresses anyway as she found some of them far too revealing.

So finishing lacing up her dress Alice looked at herself in the mirror straightening her dress and checking her hair. Everything seemed perfect so the was only one thing left to complete her out fit. Her mask. The mask had been sent to her by her parents as it had been the mask her own mother wore when she was in her seventh year. It was the first time her parents danced together. So picking it up off the side table she took one last look at it before place it upon her face. It fit perfectly clinging to the shape of her face as if it had been made for her personally and not her mother all those years ago. Looking at herself a smile came to her face as she was finally ready to go and meet her date at the ball.

Heading out of the seventh year girls dormitory, Alice made her way down the staircase until she reached the bottom and headed out into the gryffindor common room. The place was all but deserted save for a few faces so she could only have guessed that James would be waiting for her at the ball. It was a true fact that she had been asked by the one of the schools pranksters James Potter. Most people might have thought Alice would have turned him down, but Alice knew better than to judge people by their reputation. So she gratefully accepted his offer to be his date. It is true if Alice was given the choice he wouldn't have been the top of her list but he wasn't anywhere near the bottom.

Exiting the common room Alice began her seventh story decent down to the Great Hall where the ball was to be held. Her tiny footsteps echo through the eerily quiet halls as she did so, as it seemed even the ghost must be attending the ball. Alice descended floor by floor of the magical schools halls timing the changing stair perfectly to get down to the ball those minutes sooner. As after not far of seven years of walking up and down them she had pretty much crack on when they was about to change. But finally she reached the last staircase that lead down into the entrance way of the great hall. And among those people was her date James Potter wearing a rather comical outfit. Alice didn't mind this at all, she just smiled and descended the last staircase to greet her date."Good evening James, I havn't kept you waiting too long have I." Alice asked him as it was common courtesy to ask if he had been waiting for her. But now finally the Head Girl had arrived at the ball.

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[Annelise Westerhof]

He nodded at her, and then then complimented her. Annelise smiled at him, "Thank you. So who did you come with? Do you like the decorations?"

She didn't really know what to say. It was hard to have a proper conversation when you didn't know the person you were talking to. She tried to figure out who he was, but couldn't figure it out. It was either someone she never really paid attention to before, or he just had himself disguised well.

Annelise looked around the boy and saw Remus still standing there. Part of her was happy that he hadn't wandered off yet, or worse yet, was dancing with someone else. Well, that was a lie. She didn't really want him to be bored. It was irrational, anyways. It wasn't like they had gone to the Ball together. He had full right to dance with whoever he pleased, and she was aware of that. The thought comforted her a bit, and she returned her attention to the boy she was standing with, although her mind was still on Remus somewhat. The boy she was standing with was taller than her, but that wasn't hard to do. Annelise was one of the shortest girl in her Year.

"I can't help but wonder who you are," she said. No doubt if she saw his eyes, she would be able to tell who this was, but the mask shadowed those beetle-black eyes, causing her to remain guessing. From where she was, for all she knew he could have blue eyes. In one aspect, she found the Masquerade exciting, and it gave the chance for everyone to be whoever they felt like, but looking at it in a different way, it was a tad bit annoying.

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[jamespotter]

Dorcas was there, at the top of the staircase, along with a Ravenclaw boy. His eyes narrowed in a slightly puzzled look. The guy wasn't wearing a mask, so he was easily recognized it was just that James couldn't remember the guys name. Though from what he recalled he seemed a decent enough bloke. But then again anyone other than that pompous pomp-ass Nott was an improvement, not putting down the Ravenclaw at all. Only Dorcas' lack of good judgement in men. He even grinned when the boy extended his arm to her. The grin quickly faded as the pomp-ass showed up. Clearly he had no date and was insinuating himself right in the middle of Dorcas' date for the evening. He hoped that Dorcas would shut the jerk down.

A girl... no strike that ... and lovely young woman appeared at the top of the stairs. Her red hair hanging off her shoulders, wearing what looked like to him an antique victorian dress. Though he wouldn't really know. Fashion was something that girls kept up with not him. Regardless she was quite stunning, standing in the soft glow of the torch lit stairs, just before she descended. For a split second he thought he should have worn something more proper. To do her dress more justice. After all he was a pureblood, from a wealthy family and was raised to know how to 'dress' for an event such as this. But then again this was a 'masquerade ball' one could wear what one wanted, in his opinion.

He grinned at her, "Evening" he said as he slightly bowed and tipped his top hat to her. He thought about denying that he'd been waiting, but why lie. "Yes" he paused briefly, "but, well worth the wait I say from my view." Smiling he extended his hand to her as tradition to 'help' her down off the last step. "You look very beautiful, quite alluring." Indeed she did that was true, but it didn't stop him from inwardly winching, thinking that he should have been saying these words to another red head .. Lily. "Shall we join in the fun?" He asked as he escorted her through the doors to the Great Hall to the sights and sounds of the ball. Funny thing was, when he entered the dance his eyes did not search out Lily. They were on Alice's face.


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[Sirius Black!]

Sirius returned to the table, and then placed many of the tongue-numbing candies into one of the now-empty candy bowls. Sometimes the best pranks were done blindly. He watched as a fourth-year boy ate a mouth full, and Sirius grinned as he turned back to Ryan.

"Like my pranks, do you?" Sirius asked with his eyes shining, proudly. He always did enjoy his fans. Sirius' grey eyes returned to the crowd, and indeed many of them were swaying a little too much. So the punch was already spiked? He hadn't recalled Peter doing it already, which simply meant that many people had the same idea. "No matter, I've been drinking from a flask anyways. Here, let's grab a glass or two and get out of here, shall we?"

He winked at her with a smile. He offered her his arm in a gentlemanly fashion. He wasn't sure where he'd bring her, but he was contemplating the lake. It never really ever froze over completely, and besides, the last time Sirius had been outside that day, it had been rather warm for February. Perhaps she'd need a coat, but he could always magically fetch it, he supposed. Sirius looked at her, expectedly, with a charming smirk on his face.

Besides, why not leave? James had a date who, by the looks of it, showed up, and he was no doubt going to be working on Lily at the same time; Peter apparently went to find some girl to dance with (really? a girl liked Peter?) and Remus had company of Havok anyways, unless he actually found the courage to ask a girl to dance. Besides, Sirius didn't have to play cheerleader or coach. He had his own life to live, and as much as he did want to help Remus find someone to dance with, he was currently preoccupied with Ryan and couldn't possibly go back and forth. He wasn't ignorant to think that to give a girl anything less than undivided attention bored her.

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[ed]

Party time. This called for a mask. And for a suit. And for a swig of dutch courage that was actually american bourbon.

And a date I hear you cry. No. No date? Why constrain yourself to you're prior dance-partner when there might be a perfectly serviceable pair of legs on someone else. Much better to scout out the really good party-goers at the event. And then...treat them to the 'Stenwick Slide'. He gave it a little practice run in front of his mirror, making sure he still had that spark.

"Spark? That, my friend is a roaring fire of unbelieveable intensity..." He murmured to his reflection, trurning this way and that to make sure he looked as smart and as good as he could. He growled at the mirror. "raWr...You are one sexy Beast, Edward. I'll bet you a bottle of scotch that you return with the best looing bedwarmer Hogwarts has to offer." He smirked at his reflection and spun on one heel heading towards the dormitory door. He practiced leaning on it for a moment, trying out: cool, just watching, and then just posing for the heck of it.

Right. Ball. Best go to that. "ciao. " he said to his mirror and to Toast who was currently asleep on the bed at the foot of his four-poster.

He made his way upstairs, grinning and waving at the poeople he passed. The music was getting louder as he got closer and he could feel the rhythm starting as he nodded a long and timed his steps. He entered the hall and took note of the layout: tacky decorations on all sides, punch against wall.

And the crowd. He moved in between people, occassionally copping a feel of a few nice bums, but mainly dancing his way through people, strutting his stuff for all to see as he approached a free spot on the wall and leant against it with 'cool'.

aaaand....

Go. All he needed was someone to dance with.

[nessalaurentius]

Word count: 487
Comments: Sorry it took so long xP I can't find a picture of Amos' suit, btw - in any case not the way I'm picturing it, so just pick a picture you think is good. Amos' suit was.. greyish with brown accents, if I remember correctly, and Nessa's decided to wear brown because grey is just not her colour I ramble. xD

Nessa walked into the Great Hall and looked around briefly. Amos and she had agreed to meet at the entrance, but it was terribly busy there and what was more - Nessa was late.

Why? Well, things had not worked out the way she'd have liked.. She'd had a dress all made and ready to be worn, when Emma's kitten had decided to get sick on it. Now, Nessa wasn't one to be violent, especially not to animals and especially not as said animal couldn't help it, but that hadn't made the situation any better. Though the dress was not ruined (she'd noticed in time and had washed it out, carefully, by hand), she would be unable to wear it tonight, which was a pity, as she'd put extra effort into it because this was her last year at school and, thus, the last Valentine's Day Ball she'd attend.
For a brief moment, she had panicked, unable to come up with what to do. She didn't have any other brown dresses fit for the occasion and although she was sure that Amos wouldn't be offended in anyway had she worn another colour, her mask was also brown and didn't match any of her other clothes. After sighing to herself, taking a few deep breaths, and telling herself this was no big deal at all, she'd gotten out another dress and had started charming it to get the colour to match Amos' suit. It had taken her a while, but after a solid twenty minutes of changing the colour's hue and brightness, it had come out pretty okay if you considered how stressed she had been. Well, so maybe it hadn't been as extravagant as she would've liked, at least it would be a night to remember - if not only because of this incident.

As she'd checked herself in the mirror for the last time, she couldn't help but wonder why she'd never worn brown before. When it was the right shade, it brought out the warmth in her hair, contrasted with her eyes, and it made her look slightly less pale. Despite the stress that had occurred minutes before, Nessa smiled at her mirror image and slipped on her shoes, taking her mask in hand - she'd tie it onto her face later, as it got in her vision ever so slightly and she wasn't in the mood for any more accidents tonight.
So here she was, wandering along the Great Hall, looking for Amos and wondering if he wouldn't think she looked too plain. His suit looked good on him, anyway, Nessa'd made sure of that.

[waldemar]

Word count: 551
Comments: Sorry Ed, couldn't help it!

"Aw Thanks Wally-Monster." Waldemar chuckled softly at the nickname and half-grinned, raising an eyebrow, at Dorcas as she kissed his cheek. "Have had too much to drink yet already, haven't you?" he commented, obviously joking, and led her into the Great Hall. He noticed his friend tense up when another boy passed them, but asked nothing and paid the other Slytherin (if he remembered correctly..) no attention.

"Come on Wally, let's head into the dance." He smiled pleasantly and nodded, adding a short and rather pointless: "Let's." He continued walking, glad to find Dorcas relaxing again soon and prattling to him about how nice his suit was and how handsome he looked. He snorted a little indignantly. "Poppycock," he couldn't help it - he loved the word! "If I can help it, nothing's going to be broken tonight." He grinned back at Dorcas, however. Although he didn't plan on breaking hearts (or having his broken), he did still intend to have fun. Waldemar knew that wouldn't be difficult with Dorcas for a dance partner.

He laughed softly as she warned him about the decorations, though he fell silent for a moment as he realised she hadn't been joking - it was true. "Rather.. pink, indeed," he commented, not quite sure what else to say, and blinked slightly to make sure it weren't just his eyes fooling him.

Dorcas still on his arm, Waldemar looked around a little. It was already rather busy and people were dancing and drinking, though he was rather glad to see there weren't many people snogging. Not that he didn't like other people to have fun or.. well, whatever, but he'd feared the Ball would be a little.. sweet. And sure, the decorations were (so sweet and pink it made his teeth hurt - almost), but Waldemar was just glad he hadn't ended up in a pit full of kissing people.
"How about a drink?" Waldemar nodded. "Yeah, sure," he said, nodding in agreement and following her to the table with the punch, still looking around a little, in silence, and not half paying attention until - wow.

Waldemar was sure he stopped walking and thinking and breathing for just a second, spotting Ed dancing his way through the crowd. Of course, Waldemar didn't know the boy was called Edward - they'd never met - but the boy seemed to sprinkle hormones all over the place and Waldemar could feel himself opening his mouth to ask Dorcas who that was, but he stopped himself in time, though the light blush remained on his cheekbones.
He turned to the punch on the table, getting himself a glass full and sipping it slowly, trying to calm his heartbeat. Surely, the light had just played a trick on him - no one could be that physically attractive and weave through crowds without being raped on the spot. His eyes had probably deceived him. He turned to Dorcas again. "I didn't know they served alcohol on school dances?" he asked, after noticing the lingering taste of the punch on his taste buds. Being home-schooled all his life, Waldemar was not familiar with things such as 'spiking the punch'.

[Remus John Lupin]

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Remus eyes followed Sirius for a moment, wondering if Ryan wouldn't go all berserk the morning after.. Then again, that was Sirius' problem, not his. He noticed James finding his date in the corner of his eye as he glanced at Peter and hoped the boy would succeed in wooing whatever lady he had in mind. Eventually and inevitably, however, his eyes landed on Annelise again. He didn't want to step up to her while she was in conversation, or well.. that was what he was telling himself, anyway. Maybe he didn't want to step up to her at all, simply because he didn't have the balls to do so.
He forced himself to turn to Havok again (or at least pretend to do so and listen to what he said while glancing at Annelise every once in a while) and nodded a little as Havok explained he was just sort of half waiting for someone to recognise him. Remus grinned weakly. "Well, you stand out, you always do," he said and meant it in a complementary sort of way. Remus trusted Havok understood that. "Someone is bound to notice you, I'd say," he added with a nod.

"You going to oogle her all night or you going to do something about it?" Remus jumped slightly as Havok's words caught him by surprise - well, so much for being discreet and stealthy. "Eh-" He glanced at Havok shortly. "I can't just interrupt her conversation, can I now?, that would be rude." Remus was pretty sure by now that it was Snape she was talking to, although the boy seemed.. taller and more confident just from the way he was standing. Remus half smiled at it; it was nice to see that Snape wasn't completely burdened by what Remus' friends did to him almost daily, but on the other hand it was a little.. Remus wasn't sure what he was feeling and couldn't put his finger on it, but it made his insides squirm just a little. Then again.. maybe that was just because Severus was talking to Annelise, standing close to her, in stead of Remus - that sort of thing.
"I’ll be your wing man if need be! Add some moral support you know?" Remus laughed softly at the mental image that conjured up in his mind. "Hey come on, you don't really just want to sit around during the whole dance do you? You could grab some punch, chill the nerves with some delicious boos, smooth talk that girl over there out of dancing with Snape, and get yo boogy on." Remus echoed Havok's laugh, though softly, more like a chuckle. "The evening's still young, I might muster up some courage.." He glanced at Havok. "Though it's not bloody likely, you know? I mean.. 'smooth talk that girl'?" Remus raised an eyebrow skeptically and sounded as though he was joking and partly.. he was. He wasn't scared of social interaction, but especially on a night like this, with so many people present, he tended to get shy. It was different from the classroom, it made him feel watched. "Though getting a drink sounds like a good idea, I have the feeling that punch will become more alcoholic as the evening progresses." He didn't doubt there were multiple students thinking they were 'original' if they spiked the punch.

"You do know how to dance...right?" Actually, Remus wasn't so bad, though he wasn't great. He tended to think too much in stead of just going with the music. "It's not one of my talents, but at least I dance better than that I am at potions," Remus joked. "I'll just have to make sure I'm dancing next to people who dance even worse than I do, that way, I won't seem so hopeless yet."

[ccole]

She fidgeted, not at all comfortable with this; the dress, the large amounts of people, and the fact a cherub kept throwing fistfuls of pink confetti in her hair. She grimaced and brushed it off every time, she considered asking it to go away; but then Finola thought she would probably sound even more feeble and the horrible little thing might irritate her even more. She sidestepped it, but it simply hovered over her head, looking pleased with itself. She sighed and folded her arms. Could tonight get any worse? She glanced wistfully over to where Peter was standing; Sirius was evidently showing off about some girl he had managed to pull. Finola found Sirius a little unnerving, maybe he was too good looking. Or his massive confidence seemed to shrink hers even more, if that was possible. Another guy she vaguely recognised had joined them too, making it a larger group. She decided to stay put, although the urge to go and talk to Peter was burning like a hole in her chest, the thought of going up to that many people was slightly worrying.

She glanced away, trying to spot anyone she knew in the crowd, but found it hopeless. Finola mentally decided, if nothing happened in the next five minutes or so, in other words Peter wasn’t that interested and didn’t come to talk to her, she would just leave. Then she could escape to the safety of her dormitory and still say she went to the ball, even if it was for ten minutes. Finola was pretty confident no one would mind her going. Except for Peter, she hoped, because she wanted him to care if she was there. Then as if by some strange luck the figure in the red suit that she had been watching in the corner of her eye broke away from the group and started making his way towards her. He did look so dashing in that suit, it fitted him right down to the ground. Finola suddenly felt very excited but sick at the same time, gripping her hands together in front of her to try and calm the nerves; or at least stop them showing.

He was stood in front of her right now, and Finola suddenly felt her mind go completely blank. Thank goodness for the mask, it covered the nerves, but she would much rather remove Peter’s mask. His face was honest, kind and human; strange as it seemed, she hated it when men seemed to think they were perfection. Most definitely Peter was more perfect than all of them. She could talk to him easily and they had things in common. He smiled, and Finola couldn’t help smiling back, a warm feeling settled in her stomach. “Hi Peter.” She answered back and fell silent. She should try and think of something to say, something witty or intelligent, but her mind was just filled with nothing, and her silly thoughts.

She blushed, hoping and praying it would have been hidden by the mask. “Oh. Umm, thanks.” She said, shifting from one foot to the other. But inside she was really touched, and wanted to say something back, something that would mean a lot and not just her babbling on like she usually did. “And you too. Really…dashing.” She said, and immediately regretted it. Dashing? Finola mentally winced, she couldn’t have come up with something better than that? All she could hope for was that Peter didn’t think she was a total loser and walk away.

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tag; peter
muse; be mine - robyn
comments; i will never live up to your posting length epicness xD

[severus snape]

He towered overr and at least she had replied. He felt a strange buzzing sense in the pit of his stomach. The same kind when one pulled off a risky adaptation of a potion and got away with it. He inclined his head slightly, offering a silent,'you're welcome.' then he responded to her questions. He glanced about at the decorations. They were gaudy, absolutely disgusting and for the most part pink. Valentine's day was very sexist..
"They aren't really the decorations I would have chosen, but what do I know about making a room like cheerful and...nice..." He'd spotted someone putting something into the punch bowl. Now it began. People got a little drunk. Then a lot drunk. Then they did stupid things, had fights and just generally ruined the night for everyone else concerned.

Damn. She wanted to know. Of course she would, he should have exepcted it..But he didn't want to give up his prized anonymity. If he did...Then he'd never enjoy the night. The Marauders would gang up on him..every one else would shun him. No..much better to keep the mask on and risk disappointing her.

"i suppose that's part of the attraction of the whole affair, isn't it? Anonymity and a freedom to choose friends purely on personality. " He paused. "for instance, under this mask I might have a real ugly mug. And actually I do...but It doesn't need to stop me interacting with people. " He smiled under the mask at his own insult to himself and the dark humour that was in the same vein as his mask.

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The night may be young but it was moving far too slowly for Christina’s liking. The cupids seemed to have gotten the message and left her alone, so she lounged on the wall. A few other girls were doing it too, but they were the ones without dates - and for a reason. Christina was dateless, but that was because she chose to be, she had no doubt that if she had wanted someone to tow her around for the night she could have easily got one. For now she practised on looking much more serene and confident than the rest of the wall flowers, which she had no trouble in doing. Her eyes wandered across the floor, Sirius Black had found himself some Ravenclaw Christina was sure was in the year below her. Rita Skeeter had found someone to dance with, and the foreign boy who she thought Finola liked was approaching the floor with none other than Dorcas Meadowes. She inwardly smirked at the combination.

She sipped on her drink, before leaning sideways to set it down on one of the small tables that were dotted about the edge of the hall. No doubt a house-elf would clear it up, she supposed. She spied her sister coming down the staircase, they had both gone for similar looking dresses annoyingly, although Christina’s had a much warmer tinge to it, no bow but lacing round the edge, and naturally, much shorter. She watched with half amusement, half despair as the younger girl stood awkwardly on the opposite side of the room, looking like she didn’t have a clue what was going on; plus there were cupids throwing copious amounts of confetti on her head. Finola was so socially awkward sometimes it hurt. Christina was in half a mind to go and see her, whether to scare her or to be nice to her she hadn’t decided, when a figure dancing through the crowd caught her attention.

It was undoubtedly Edward Stenwick, or Ed as he liked to call himself. He was in her year but a muggle-born Hufflepuff; but to be fair to him he did have good looks and charisma going for him which was always favourable. It wasn’t like she was picking out husbands for herself, just someone who would be good fun tonight both on the dance-floor and in the bedroom, the latter obviously being much more important. Her icy eyes watched him as he emerged from the crowd and leaned on the wall, in a vaguely acceptable pose. He looked like a challenge, and she liked that. Deciding now was the opportune moment before someone else got there first Christina got off the wall, flicked her hair over her shoulder and began walking towards him; her hips swaying like an exotic cat.

There was a pretty good chance he would know who she was, she was quite unmistakable in appearance, just like he was unmistakeable by the way he acted. There was no doubting it was Ed. She approached and stood before him, her lips curled in a smirk. “I don’t suppose you would fancy take me for a spin on the dance floor?” She said, awaiting a reply from him. She hoped it would be the one she was hoping for.

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tag; ed & everyone
muse; guns and horses - ellie golding
comments; xD

[Remus John Lupin]

Comments: Sorry for the immense shortness, but Annelise personally requested rescuing.. And sorry, Sev, for being a cockblock - I didn't mean to, I promise! xD

Remus glanced at Annelise again and couldn't help but frown just a little. The longer he waited, the more impatient he got. He knew he had no right to and he knew it was, probably, his more animalistic side that was screaming at him to be a little more alpha for a change, but oh - who cared? He liked her. And Sirius had told him to man up and give it a shot.
With a few words, Remus excused himself to Havok and made his way to the punch table. He poured himself a glass and drank it controlled, but fast, downing the liquid quicker than he'd usually do. The alcohol stung in the back of his throat, but he didn't so much care right now. Getting another glass, Remus poured both of the glasses, picked them up and made his way over to where Annelise stood.

He forced himself not to hesitate or to falter in his step and stopped next to Annelise, holding out one of the glasses to her. "Hey. Thought you could use some refreshment," Remus said, with a voice steadier than he'd ever hoped it could be. He did not look at Snape, Remus feared the taller boy would stare him down and that was something that he could not afford to happen at the moment. He briefly glanced at Havok, half raising an eyebrow in silent question 'look who's full of Gryffindor bravery now, huh?'.
Sipping his drink, he smiled at Annelise slightly. "I like your dress." Yep, that was very unoriginal, but hey - Remus had enough courage to talk to her, did that not count for something?

[Annelise Westerhof]

"They aren't really the decorations I would have chosen, but what do I know about making a room like cheerful and...nice..."

Annelise was a little stung by his words. Although she supposed he was trying to be nice about them, there was just a bit of tone in his voice that told a completely different story, almost as if he hated them, and was just trying to be polite. She looked around, suddenly second-guessing her and her peers' work. Maybe it was bit much... but that was the point, wasn't it? It was a holiday, it was supposed to be overdone... right?

"Oh well, I helped put it together," she said, in a voice that was a little smaller than she normally would have had. "I thought it looked nice... then again, I am a girl."

Annelise tried to laugh it off, but there was something about the boy she was talking to that she felt unsure about. She tried to make the best of the situation, however, for she didn't know who he was. She became a little even more suspicious when he didn't want to take off his mask. Why wouldn't he? Apparently he thought he was ugly, but Annelise just laughed. Not everyone could have Sirius Black-like looks. "Oh, everyone is much too harsh on themselves nowadays. I'm sure you're good looking!"

Besides, it wasn't like she had a lot to base off of personality quite yet, nor would she apparently, because soon after, she felt a presense beside her and turned to look to see Remus standing there. Her eyes immediately lit up, and she noticed he was holding two glasses of punch. He handed one to her, and she accepted it willingly.

"What a gentleman," she said with a laugh. She turned her attention completely to Remus without meaning to. She wasn't meaning to be rude, but she just got kind of, well, excited and happy that Remus had actually decided to approach her. He complimented her on her dress, and she smiled wide. "Thank you! My parents got it for me as a gift because I just really wanted it. You look sharp as well."

She really meant it. Remus was acting so ... unlike himself, but still acting like himself, if that made sense. She took a sip of her drink, tasting how much stronger in alcohol it had gotten since the last time she had a cup of it. Apparently everyone was trying to be a Marauder. She tried to take all of Remus in, and wanted to laugh at how his one eye became larger due to the monocle. She looked back at the other boy momentarily, just to make sure he didn't feel left out, but no matter how nice the other boy was being, she really just wanted to selfishly focus her attention on Remus.

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[Remus John Lupin]

Comments: just a short one, but let's then just wait for Sev, I want to give him a chance to hex Rem's pants of or something. Or just insult him. Or walk away. Or raep him.

Remus heard little of Snape and Annelise's previous conversation; he had been too busy gathering his courage to actually step in. To be honest, the few words he had heard them speak were forgotten as he caught Annelise's eyes and thought he could see them smile at him. 'You are an idiot, Remus Lupin,' his ever-present thoughts told him. 'Sirius is sure to get a laugh out of this.' But Remus didn't care so much. To be honest, he was a little proud of himself that he'd stepped up to her like that and pleased that she was, apparently, happy to see him.
"What a gentleman." Remus chuckled softly, a faint blush on his cheeks, and he adjusted his monocle which threatened to slip from his eye. "Thank you! My parents got it for me as a gift because I just really wanted it. You look sharp as well." Remus smiled and sipped his drink, well, he didn't sip, he took a rather large swig. He needed the courage and his quick metabolism would have him sobered up sooner than he wished, probably. "I look like I escaped from a toy store," Remus objected. "Sirius made me wear it, thought it would be funny. It's not so bad, I guess, I look even worse in formal attire." He was aware of the fact he was rambling just a tad as a thought in the back of his head commented that he looked stupid in formal clothing just because he always borrowed his dad's and that thing was ancient and too broad for his frame. "I usually don't like pink a lot, but it suits you well," he added with a nod and raised his glass to his lips only to find that it was empty already.

[aceofspades]

Sirius' antics were hillarious to Ryan. She only wished she would have thought of so many things. "You surely keep my highly amused." Her peach tinted lips touched the glass and she for some strange reason took back the entire thing in one gulp. Alcohol wasn't something she was entirely used to. Her parents had held parties which she had snuck bottles from every once in a while, but it hadn't been a big thing in her life. Though she knew it would sure as hell take an edge off. Though, the laughter Sirius insued was working just as well.

Leave? They'd only danced once. Oh what the hell did that matter? She was talking to Sirius Black. A well lusted and saught after boy. Hell he was breathing, walking, talking, and there. The rest was an extreamly apreciated bonus. Him being pretty damn good looking didn't hurt that either. "I'd love to get out of here." Truth be told the people were starting to get to her. Now everyone could see her face and she didn't want them pointing and laughing. She could almost hear them calling her a charity case, though she figured that was her imagination. Besides, there were a few people she'd rather not be seen by. That Skeeter girl was one of them. And Rita seeing her with Sirius would blow up in that artical of hers.

Ryan turned a filled two glasses and handed him one before taking his arm. She smiled at him and stuck close. "Well, where do you propose we go?" She was up for anything. Ryan was realising she was a no holds girl. Her parents had sheltered her so much that part of her was glad they died and that now she got to do what she wanted. Including talk to boys and go on alone walks with them.


Word count: 317
Comments: Woot I made it page five!

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