Oliver Seán O'Shea
Gryffindor
5th Year - Slytherin Captain/Beater - What's it ter yer?
Posts: 89
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Apr 2, 2023 18:01:32 GMT -8
Oliver's Dance Attire (One in middle) Oliver was proud of his attire tonight. He wore his Grandfather’s gray three–piece tweed suit from the 1920’s. His parents had offered it to him to wear, cleaned and sent. Around his torso was a six-button waistcoat with four pockets. At the center of his chest was a single albert pocket watch chain with a medallion. Oliver bent down, securing the lace of his Oxford style black boots. On top of his scruffy brown hair sat a matching, classic Newsboy cap. He pulled a black oversized overcoat over his broad shoulders. His fingers rubbed over the etching at the back of his grandfather’s watch ádh mór, good luck. Oliver grinned, he wouldn’t need luck tonight. He strode down to the Hall, beaming at the crowds of dazzling dresses. Oliver raised an eyebrow as he saw Isla Reinhardt. She was looking pretty off the pitch, it almost shocked him. He smiled heartily and waved to the fellow Gryffindors. He wondered momentarily when Ameryn would show. Oliver looked over the heads of the room. He had asked her via note in class on a day she was looking particularly amazing. But they were teammates, friends. Oliver was looking to have fun. He wasn’t sure of any longevity past fun tonight. Oliver felt a pull toward the top of the stairs then. A pale beauty stood in a black dress. Her blonde hair pale as fresh daisies. Her hips mesmerized him. He didn’t care to look around much then. Oliver blushed under his cap. Did anyone see him looking? Had she? Did Ameryn? None of that mattered tonight. Tonight would be about fun. He examined her breast closer, a dull shimmer catching his eye. She was then pulled into a kiss by Loce. He frowned. Git treated her like property and then accused others of it. Oliver had the impulse to talk to her then. He previously informed Loce know he was going to, and among the dance might be his best chance. Especially before it truly began. Or before Ameryn found him. Oliver followed the two into the entrance of the Great Hall. Oliver strode up to the pair. “Excuse me, oi beg yer forgiveness in me interruptin'.” He said, directing his gaze and niceties to Anneli. Oliver slipped off his cap. “Before the dance begins, I’d loike to have a word withcha alone, Anneli? If that would be possable?” He looked to Loce then, a fake smile flickered to his face. Oliver wasn’t going to try anything, though he knew it would bite at Loce if she agreed. SHE agreed. Not him. “I understan' it might not be master time, but it should only take a moment or two.” He said, bowing his head to her. Oliver was entirely stunned with the girl. His thoughts off lost in her presence. Though his reasons for talking to her weren't due to attraction. Oliver felt she should know something, or at least his idea of it.
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Post by Headmistress Isadora Gunvald on Apr 2, 2023 19:19:18 GMT -8
Isadora had spent the previous hours preparing the Great Hall, casting last second charms to ensure beauty and protection. She placed great trust in her chaperones for the night and had prepared the band and kitchen staff for the evening. Everything should go smoothly. Isadora thought to the Great Hall, smiling. She had included the tapestries of moving animals herself. It was a rare occasion for each of the houses to mingle and delight in the beginning of term. The Headmistress flew through the corridors in a flash of black and blue. Her Magpie form looked especially polished tonight. She stopped just before the Hall, transforming into her human form. The Headmistress wore a sleek black-and-bluish one-shouldered gown. Her hair elegantly tucked up into an architectural, faux bob. Her dress reflected many of her Magpie colors. She caught sight of Drake retrieving a small, suspicious bag from a group of third year students. Isadora nodded toward him graciously, thankful to have such thorough staff. The night shouldn’t be meddled with. The Great Hall was dressed beautifully. The students gathered and began to sway to the sounds of the Wandslingers. A request made by popular demand. The Headmistress greeted students as they came in, smiling and nodding. She answered a few questions before gliding toward Professor Ghica and Professor Barnes. “Juniper, Drake, you both look amazing.” She said warmly, smiling to greet her colleagues. Isadora had become well acquainted with the two through the first few weeks. Her voice didn’t carry to any nearby students. They were far too consumed with music, food, and chatting. “Thank you Drake,” She said, referring to the bag he had taken. “I’m sure we will need to keep a keen eye tonight. I’ve found that this year’s cohort is especially…enthusiastic. And highly intelligent. I wouldn’t put it past them to pull a prank or two.” She conjured a glass, taking a sip, “I’m happy for some frivolity, depending on the intensity or duration of any prank or otherwise.” Isadora said, trusting both to use their best judgment.
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Ezra Ansel
Ravenclaw
6th Year - Prefect - Ravenclaw Captain/Chaser
Posts: 105
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Post by Ezra Ansel on Apr 2, 2023 19:59:23 GMT -8
Ezra stood among a group of Ravenclaws who had begun to gather by the entrance of the Great Hall. His eyes flickered around the small groups of students, smiling at them but then sighing. Ezra thought she might be there. He stood tall in the crowd, wearing an entirely black suit. His mother had been furious with the choice. His parents had sent ancient Astronomers dress robes that belonged to his father, Edmund. Ezra had refused the choice, settling for something a little more modern. A prompt howler had followed. He thought of the concealed firework set-up out by the Black Lake. Ezra scanned the room, nodding to his partners-in-crime for the evening, Isla Reinhardt and Loce Vaisey. He did not receive glances back. Both were entirely consumed with the dances. Ezra grinned, wishing to be the same soon. Ezra ran his hands through his hair nervously, standing in the middle of the room near a center fountain. He kept a grand smile on his face, though his heart raced like he was just about to score a quaffle. Ezra placed his hands in his pockets, awaiting Aracely gleefully. Ezra's Suit and freshly cut hair
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Post by Professor Dragomir Ghica on Apr 2, 2023 21:18:14 GMT -8
He laughed. “Perhaps a little less efficient, but far from unnecessary.” He flashed her a quick smile. “Not much will get past me, no. However, depending on what it is, I may choose to not hear it. I am not opposed to fun, as long as it does not pose a threat to the students. Doxy bites can be a bit on the severe side when they are annoyed.” He shrugged. He had resolved himself to be more selective with his abilities over the years.
Dragomir nodded. “One of our fifth-year students transferred from Ilvermorny this year.” Transferred wasn’t a fallacy, although it was a forced separation from the school. Hogwarts seemed to be agreeing with him. Or at least one of the students was at any rate.
“I’ve only been at Hogwarts a short time myself. Durmstrang is my home school, but having a direct line of descent to one of the founders pretty much guaranteed my attendance there. I also taught there for thirty-six years before I tired of the weather” He shrugged. “I find Hogwarts is quite a bit more tolerating of differences. I’ve also found the staff more social than I am used to. Not that I find that to be a bad thing.” He said with a quick smile. His gaze drifted past Juniper to Isadora as she joined them. “And you look stunning.” He said with quick smile. “I hope you do plan to save some time to enjoy the evening yourself?” He asked, hoping she had managed to schedule some downtime for herself. He nodded at her gratitude. “My pleasure. I did not think Madam Sestra would appreciate an influx of doxy bites, if that could be avoided.” He chuckled when she mentioned pranks and intelligent cohort. “I made sure there were no werewolves, under the imperious curse or otherwise, on the premises. And my classroom and its contents are well secured.” He offered, hoping to add some levity. He had an idea he knew one of the potential troublemakers for the evening but had not been able to figure out what he had up his sleeve. He’d be keeping a close eye on him that evening.
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Post by Aracely Minh Davies on Apr 2, 2023 22:10:35 GMT -8
Aracely stood nervously in the entrance to the Great Hall, her heart beating fast in her chest as she scanned the room for Ezra. The Homecoming dance was in full swing, and the magical atmosphere of the room was electric.
The walls of the Great Hall were adorned with sparkling fairy lights and candles that floated gently in the air, casting a warm glow over the entire room. The dance floor was filled with students, all twirling and spinning to the beat of the music that filled the hall.
As Aracely searches the crowd for Ezra, she can’t help but feel a little self-conscious in her floor-length baby blue dress.
She was covered in layers of blue tulle and colorful sequin patches in floral patterns. She had spent hours carefully selecting it for this special occasion and now felt self-conscious, mostly because of the deep-v front, even with the sheer covering her dress provided. Her dark black hair was styled mostly down with some sections pulled back away from her face. Ameryn’s doing. And her make-up? Another helping hand from Ameryn. Aracely had seen her twin dressed for tonight and been awed by her-- she didn’t feel as beautiful as Ameryn looked and was doubting just how identical they were.
Finally, her eyes land on Ezra and a calm washes through her. He stands near the fountain at the center of the room, dressed in a sleek black suit that made him look even more handsome than she remembered.
Taking a deep breath, she began to make her way across room. As she approaches him, she feels her nerves fully fade away, replaced by a growing sense of excitement. “Your hair.” She blurts out once directly in front of him, and without thinking she reaches up, practically needing to tip-toe, and runs her fingers through his newly cut locks. “It suits you.” She smiles and retracts her hand, her face reddening.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
Posts: 296
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Post by Anneli Oden on Apr 2, 2023 22:54:34 GMT -8
Anneli gazed at her date. Loce Vaisey, the transfer with a charming smile. The most handsome person she had ever laid eyes on. Anneli had been entirely swept up by him in their first few weeks. His arm was strong, a Keeper’s build at her side. Anneli thought of his expertise in the Forest and then to him preparing a peanut butter and jelly in the Room of Requirement. Her heart pulsed with an all-encompassing love for the boy next to her. His dragon brooch reminded her that, perhaps, an alternate reality was possible. Maybe she could truly follow her heart. Anneli looked up to him, her eyes dancing at his jawline. She couldn’t help but to think they complimented each other in every way. They stood beautifully together in the grand room.
He covered her hand and she smiled brilliantly to the room. The music swayed in her body, an unknown force compelling her to the dance floor. Ahh, Partial-Veela, she thought mindlessly, entirely unwilling to release from his arm. Her visceral pull to dance would be granted, soon enough. She still struggled with learning that 'side' to her.
Her heart soared at that moment. The room was magnificent and the night was only just beginning. Anneli stood gracefully at Loce’s side, her eyes lighting up to his, “My pleasure is right here.” She winked, her voice in itself a song. Anneli meant it. They could go wherever the night led them, and she would be satisfied. As long as she got her dance. Her smile was warm. The cold vault that had become her heart was entirely open then.
She was just leaning up to kiss him when someone approached them. It was Oliver O’Shea. Anneli’s face turned completely neutral, repositioning herself to a statue. “Oliver.” She greeted as he took off his cap. “Although you did interrupt, I suppose a few moments won’t hurt.” She thought briefly to a muffled vision of Oliver above her on the pitch and in the hospital. Anneli couldn’t be sure of his intent. Especially after she had led him on in a strategic play during the game. She squeezed Loce’s hand. The last thing she wanted was for him to be uncomfortable tonight.
Anneli struggled with the idea of parting from Loce’s side. Their night had only just started and now this. She frowned, knowing the boy might not leave them alone if she didn’t set the record straight herself.
Her eyes darted from Oliver to Loce. Anneli leaned up, her lips hovering just above Loce’s fly-plaid, “I’ll set him straight, mitt hjärta.” She whispered, her voice carrying just to his ear. Anneli turned into him then, kissing him deeply. She held him for a moment before turning to walk with Oliver.
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Post by Ameryn Hahn Davies on Apr 2, 2023 23:01:17 GMT -8
The moon was bright tonight, illuminating the night sky with its soft, silver glow. The stars were scattered across the vast expanse of darkness, twinkling like tiny diamonds. It was the perfect night for a homecoming dance.
Ameryn had happily gotten ready alongside Aracely, having snuck into her Ravenclaw dorm to make that happen. In exchange for helping her sister with her makeup, Aracely had expertly performed a hair-thickening charm that allowed Ameryn to grow her hair longer for the event. She had missed her longer locks.
Aracely was so nervous, Ameryn spent much of the time reassuring her that she looked amazing. If Ezra didn’t make this the best night for her sister, Ameryn would have some choice words for him, that was for sure.
As she stepped back from her sister, both of them fully ready to head to the great hall she grinned. "You look beautiful," Ameryn said. Aracely had practically snorted in response, "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself," she rolls her eyes.
Ameryn looks down at the dress she had picked out for the dance. It was a deep rose-colored gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. The bottom of the gown was a sweeping tulle material, the bodice was composed of small fabric flowers that cover her midsection and chest and then continues sparsely across her neckline and down her arms.
It was a tad revealing, but Ameryn felt beautiful in it. Her hair was styled into soft waves that cascaded down her back.
The twins made their way downstairs and with one last reassuring smile at one another, quickly parted ways. The sound of music and chatter filled Ameryn’s ears. The room was decorated with lights and magic that still amazes.
She spies Oliver after a short time, but he seemed to be busy speaking with Anneli and Loce. Ameryn found herself drawn to the refreshments table, where she takes the opportunity to people-watch. She spies fellow teammates, Isla and Theo together: Isla looking stunning and Theo unable to look away. It makes Ameryn smile. She finds her sister in the crowd, moving swiftly toward Ezra and she can't wait to hear how their night goes All over she sees couples swaying together, groups of friends laughing and talking, and a few lone souls sitting by themselves.
Ameryn feels slightly grateful for the companionship Oliver had offered by inviting her tonight, even if it was just as friends… and even if he was otherwise preoccupied for the moment. She sips the punch she had poured for herself and debates what her next move should be.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Apr 2, 2023 23:38:26 GMT -8
The night was young, there was so much to do, and then… the finale… would be spectacular. It had only been a few weeks and he was already more happy here than he’d ever been at Ilvermorny. He looked at Anneli, the entire reason for his mood. He looked around, excited to be here. Wanting this to be perfect for her. My pleasure is right here. He couldn’t help but be flustered by her. How they had managed to meet, how they fit perfectly together in so many ways. He would never fully understand. Then again, knowing it was right, made the understanding unnecessary. Loce tensed as Oliver stepped up. He had every desire to tell the prat to take a hike, but Oliver was not going to let up until he heard it from her that she was not in the least bit interested in him. He just rolled his eyes and sighed. Anneli’s hand on his calmed him, steadied him. Kept him from saying something to Oliver that he might regret. He smiled at Anneli as she said she’d set him straight. He wanted to be a fly on that wall, and for the briefest of moments thought transfiguration may have actually been a useful skill to master. He leaned into her kiss, deepening it. He wondered briefly why O’Shea was still standing there when she turned from him to follow Oliver. “Don’t be too long, the dance floor is calling.” He said, smirking at Oliver. If he didn’t hate him so much, he would almost feel sorry for him. He sighed and shook his head. This was not how he’d seen the evening going… But it was still very young and Anneli would be by his side again soon, and with one less annoyance to worry about.
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Oliver Seán O'Shea
Gryffindor
5th Year - Slytherin Captain/Beater - What's it ter yer?
Posts: 89
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Apr 3, 2023 7:16:52 GMT -8
Oliver nodded and smiled as she greeted him. He felt the need to tell her what he thought before she continued with him. As they kissed, Oliver’s eyes flickered away and a stubborn tug of jealousy ran through him. It was clear they were together at this point. But should they be? Oliver shook off the thought. He shifted in his spot waiting as she whispered something to him.
He grinned as Anneli turned to walk with him. Oliver had no inclination to start a fight or to create drama, not at the dance. It was more of a compulsion that had led him over to her. Something he needed to get off his chest. There was a feeling to move his arm toward her to guide her, but Oliver resisted the urge.
The night was young. He would need to find Ameryn soon, but this would only take a short while. Oliver walked with Anneli, stealing glances to her pale collarbone and sea blue eyes. She definitely had a mystical quality about her that Oliver had little to no experience with. If Oliver wasn't so talkative, she might cast him into an ocean of nerves. He led her just behind one of the animal tapestries and away from prying eyes...
He turned to her, keeping a friendly distance. Oliver grinned, almost too satisfied with the moment. Anneli was a gorgeous girl. He felt anxious in his suit, his eyes darting around. “Anneli, oi jist wanted to say sorry in person about what 'appened on the pitch,” He paused for a moment, grinning at her, “I’ve never seen a girl take a scrap like that. You’re wicked strong.” Oliver stammered. His tall frame shifted.
“I jist wanted ter say I thought it was foul Loce put you up to that. Oi know you’ll protest seein' as you like the guy…” Oliver drifted, rubbing the back of his neck, “I 'ad to say it. I’ll be 'ere for you as a friend if things go south wi' him. Fella Captains should have each other's backs.” He beamed, his broad shoulders spanning wide. Oliver plunged his hands into his suit pockets, over his waistcoat. “I didn’t mean to pry, but seein' as oi got pulled into the ‘plan’ myself...” Oliver laughed, “Oi figured I’d give my two cents.” He paused, gazing at her for a moment. “It was a bloody shame. Al' dat bein' theater.” Oliver chuckled. “You’re an amazing actress, Anneli.” He winked. “If oi could 'ave one dance tonight, as friends, oi would love to blather more. An' aye, I know where you stand, so no oi wouldn't be dumb enough to try anythin'.” She wasn’t stupid, his interest in her was clear. But Oliver wasn’t either, he’d never try anything. Not here.
Oliver knew he couldn’t keep her long. Not with Loce waiting around the corner and his own date still yet to be welcomed. “I said I’d only keep you for a couple moments, an' I’m a man true to my word.” He smiled. Oliver couldn’t resist bringing his hand up to her to help lead her back to the dance floor. "Shall we?"
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Post by Gwendolyn Shaw on Apr 3, 2023 10:42:10 GMT -8
Gwen had been struck by the sheer energy of the event, seeing the hall so filled with students, all dressed in their best robes, dancing and laughing with their friends. When Fergus called her gorgeous she laughed lightly, a sudden combination of confidence and excitement prompting her to do a little 360° spin. This outfit deserved to be shown off in her opinion.
When Fergus presented a gift she looked up at him with surprised eyes. “You didn’t have to do that.” She says, eyeing the black box curiously.
Gwen's heart races as she slowly opens the box to reveal a beautiful antique necklace and her hand automatically touches the bare space on her neck where jewerly would go. Her breath hitches, “Mon dieu, c'est magnifique,” She gasps in delight as she lifts it out of the box, admiring the way the diamonds sparkled in the light.
"Fergus, it's amazing," she says her eyes wide, unbelieving that this could be for her. Her voice filled with emotion. "Thank you so much."
She hands the box back to Fergus and immedaily turns her back to him, her hair lifted so that he might help her put it on and clasp it. She’d never worn such an item before. This was already a fairy tale night, she was looking forward to spending some time getting to know him even better tonight.
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Post by Cordelia Burke on Apr 3, 2023 11:05:09 GMT -8
Cordelia Burke descended the stairs that lead to the Great Hall, for once, a smile clearly evident on her face. The atmosphere was breathtaking. She could hear the music, feel the magic in the air, and see the beautiful decorations that adorned the hall. As she made her way through the crowd, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the extravagant dance.
Cordelia was dressed in a silver-blush gown of chiffon and lace and sparkle that fit her perfectly. Her satiny smooth hair cascaded down to her shoulders in perfect waves and long earrings dangle by the sides of her slender neck.
She felt like a princess in the beautiful gown, and as she looked around the room, she was happy to be in good company. Everyone had really gone all out on their outfits. Some of these fellow classmates who she’d known, or at least seen, for years… had her impressed by their style.
The Great Hall was transformed into a magical wonderland, with floating candles and glittering stars twinkling above. Tables lined the edges of the room, the magnificent dance floor the center of attention, with couples swirling and twirling to music courtesy of the Wandslingers. Cordelia felt unsure what to do next...
She spotted her friends all throughout the room, many accompanied by dates of their own... She notes Annelia and Loce, looking rather lovey-dovey. In all her time as Anneli’s friend, this version of her was new. Cordelia smirked, happy for her.
She begun to move in that direction, wishing to say hello to her teammates when she sees Oliver O’Shea interrupt the pair. “Oh, god.” She rolls her eyes. She observes from a distance as Anneli walks away with him and Cordelia knows shes has to ask about that later…
Cordelia turns and wanders back toward the refresthemt table to grab herself a drink. She finds herself wanting desperately to be swept away by the music, lost in the magical atmosphere of the dance… She wanted, for one night at least, to focus on the here and now. Focus on herslef and the fact that she should be young, and stupid, and having fun. Getting ready for tonight had originally put her in a good mood… but now that she was here? She was left with a slight bittersweetness in her mouth… or maybe that was just the punch.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Apr 3, 2023 17:38:26 GMT -8
Loce stepped to the side, wondering what to do for the time Anneli was otherwise engaged. He noticed Cordelia by the refreshment table and decided to head in that general direction. They were teammates after all, and she and Anneli were close, so it couldn’t hurt to get to know her a little bit. And it would give him some intelligent conversation to pass the time while Anneli was enduring having to listen to that git. He cringed thinking of having to talk to O’Shea for any length of time. He stepped up to the table beside Cordelia. “Hey Cordelia. You clean up well.” He chuckled. “But honestly, you look very lovely tonight.” He offered, reaching for a glass of punch. “Are you waiting on someone?” He asked, genuinely curious.
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Ezra Ansel
Ravenclaw
6th Year - Prefect - Ravenclaw Captain/Chaser
Posts: 105
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Post by Ezra Ansel on Apr 3, 2023 17:51:02 GMT -8
Ezra spotted her at last! Aracely. The last time they had seen each other was on the pitch. Now she stood beautifully in baby blue and flowers. He inhaled deeply, straightening himself up and grinning widely as she walked up to him. There had never been another girl that made him feel both madly anxious and naturally calm all in one. Aracely was that for him. He laughed merrily, sweeping his fingers through his hair, “I couldn’t appear scraggly for my girl.” He winked, smiling widely at her. Ezra was completely lost in the moment. Aracely looked so much more than a friend or teammate here. If he was being honest with himself, he had thought about her every night leading up to the dance. Especially with his surprise finale for her. “You look absolutely ravishing, Aracely,” He spoke loudly, openly, honestly. Nothing else to offer in hand besides his own. Ezra grinned at her, slightly nervous she wouldn’t take his hand. Of course she would, right? He gazed at her under the fiery lights of the foyer. Ezra hoped she liked to dance, because he would take her hand in all of hers.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
Posts: 296
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Post by Anneli Oden on Apr 3, 2023 19:05:09 GMT -8
Anneli turned sorrowfully at Loce’s words ‘the dance floor is calling’. She stole a final gaze toward him before turning to walk with Oliver. Her once graceful step was short, calculated. Anneli’s dress held her curves like carved stone over fresh hills. She held poise even though entirely uncomfortable with Oliver behind the curtain. Anneli stood at the edge, folding her arms gently and casting an eyebrow upward as he gruffly spoke.
Oliver reminded her of a younger boy. He had a scruffy, younger brother quality to him. Oliver shifted around like a child just about to admit he’d gone into your diary. Anneli smiled slyly to herself. She would have coveted such a brotherly figure, but not in Oliver. He seemed entirely consumed with biting back at Loce over petty nonsense. She stilled her head, her clear blue skies darkened into bleak dark seas as he mentioned his name. Anneli hadn’t yet realized the full power of protectiveness that had formed around him. The intensity of their feelings had created a force field that repelled any insect that might buzz their way…
“I’ve seen plenty of strong girls take falls like that.” Anneli said plainly, “No need to be sorry.” She said honestly. There was no need for comparison in injury. Anneli didn’t have a taste for his tone. The music felt more dull at that moment. Her feet pulsed to turn back and walk away to Loce. She crossed her arms, the touch of the dragon brooch at her breast settling her. Calling her back to him.
“I made the decision to fool you, Oliver. And you were fooled easily.” Anneli said, looking at him passively. “Yes, it was Loce’s strategy that I implemented on free will alone. It had merit, regardless of your naïveté or Fergus’ lack of emotional control.” She asserted, turning her head. Her blonde hair swung back in his direction. “It’s not Loce nor my problem if you can’t see past yourself or your impulses tonight,” Anneli paused, her voice soft and steady, “Or at any time for that matter.” She was annoyed though it didn’t show outwardly. Not yet.
“I expect you to act with a level of decency, Oliver.” She said coolly, “And to keep your eyes to yourself. Otherwise I might have to help them find a respectable direction…” Anneli smirked, an entrancing but otherwise threatening tone playing at her voice. Imperio might do the trick.
“If you're a man true to your word…” She said, glancing at a girl with a beautiful red gown sitting close by, “Then why are you over here talking to me and not your date?” Anneli smiled, "Surely you gave her your word. Have a good night, Oliver." She said, frowning down to his hand as he reached it toward her. Anneli turned then, moving away from the curtains. His hand left out to her.
Anneli reentered the buzz of the grand room. She breathed in the fresh smell of warm pumpkin and cinnamon. Anneli looked to the ceiling, her blue eyes reflecting the night sky. A shooting star crossed then. She smiled brilliantly. Her heart resettled as she saw the back of Loce with Cordelia. All thoughts of O’Shea in an already distant past. She gazed at his honey blonde locks and kilt attire, a mixture of pride and love rushing to her core. Unfamiliar waves. An ocean of feelings that Anneli would still need to learn to swim..
She strolled to Loce’s back, placing a gentle hand at his arm. “Hello again,” She said warmly, smiling at them both. Her face lit up looking at Cordelia’s dress, “Looks even better here than at the shop.” She winked at her, admiring her friend. Cordelia was radiant under the stars. "I had a brief chat with Oliver O'Shea. I don't suspect he'll be bothering us much for the rest of the night," Anneli said, filling in the two. "I believe he asked me for a dance," She paused, eyeing them curiously, "Surely he won't think to ask again, not after I offered to...help him keep his eyes in the proper place." She said, exhaling into a soft laughter. Anneli didn't want him to consume any more of their time.
Anneli gazed up to Loce, wondering what he might be thinking. Her interaction with Oliver had captured her attention for far too long. Even if for a few dull moments. She wanted to savor this night, to beam under the galaxy above them, to have her first dance with him.
She swayed to the room then, her smile dancing over the students who were now flooding in. She felt an unknown magic in her veins. A song flowed through her. Anneli was glowing.
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Post by Beowulf Wolf Woodrow on Apr 3, 2023 19:38:15 GMT -8
Wolf walked in the grand Great Hall smiling from ear to ear. This was nothing like anything back in Brooklyn. He had visited his mother Helena's science department at the Museum of Natural History. The observatory there was grand. But nothing could beat what was in front of Beowulf's green eyes now. The room filled with charming music from the band. The sky shined brightly over the students. The girls looked particularly gorgeous tonight. Wolf hadn't yet formed much of a relationship with the opposite sex. Usually too busy with early morning and evening shifts in the greenhouses.
He stood in one of his father Damon's bowties. A practicality for his line of work but Wolf wore it proudly. Beowulf looked around the room, spotting a pretty girl in a red flowery dress. He smiled, thinking to his line of plants in his dormitory windowsill. Wolf walked up to her, "Hey, I'm Wolf," He said casually, "Waiting for your date? If not, would you like to dance?" Beowulf had built up enough nerve this year not to care about the inner voice telling him to be a wallflower.
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