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Post by Heather Nicholson on Apr 5, 2023 19:03:25 GMT -8
Heather's jaw almost dropped as she saw Wesley approach her. He was already very handsome...but that suit? Oh Merlin... she was done for. She excitedly reach out for the bouquet of roses and grinned as she smelled them and identified the cinnamon. "Well, wow," she tells him, her cheeks bright red. She really needed to find a charm that could stop that. It was probably giving her away.
"Thank you very much. You look very handsome tonight," she tells him. She sets her drink down and pulls out her wand, shrinking the bouquet and turning it into a corsage she could wear around her wrist. That way, she didn't have to get rid of them.
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Post by Liam Greenway on Apr 5, 2023 19:08:39 GMT -8
"Sometimes I wish I could put someone in the hospital wing while on the pitch, I assure you." He laughs and then it turns into a smirk when a dance is mentioned. "A dance huh? I'll dance with you anytime, Cordelia." He's just about to offer a hand to her when Reece approaches. Liam turns to him and grins. "With hair this good, it's impossible for them to stay away," he jokes.
He summons them a group a drinks. "Drinks anyone? I also have some extra...uh...spirits tucked away if we need them." He'd shrunk a couple small bottles to fit into his inner pocket of his dress robes.
Liam hopes that he will eventually get that dance with Cordelia, but he is happy to socalize in the meantime. He never turns down some fun and good conversation. "Help yourselves."
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Post by Headmistress Isadora Gunvald on Apr 5, 2023 20:14:01 GMT -8
The Headmistress smiled knowingly at Drake. If there was anyone who could scout mischief before it even began, it was him. Her eyes danced around the room, noting a couple students who might dare to take on the task. She thought of her recent session of detention with a trio of boys who were seemingly each inclined to their own sort of trouble. Isadora scanned the room, spotting Oliver O’Shea talking to Anneli Oden, particularly covered by a curtain. Curious. She glanced to her colleagues, wondering if they had noticed the oddity as well. Out of place. She looked fully then at Juniper and Drake, smiling openly. Isadora didn’t want to take any quantum leaps to conclusions. Not tonight. She would attempt to enjoy herself even if analyzing every coming and going of each student. “You’re absolutely right, Juniper,” She agreed, “Mistakes and frivolity are part of learning too, no doubt. Though I hope to keep the Hospital Wing and Detention Chambers clear, if possible.” She laughed, looking to the room. “Thank you Drake and Juniper. High accolades coming from you two.” Isadora said warmly, accepting her first compliments in years. Isadora usually didn’t place herself into situations that loosened inhibitions enough for compliments. “I hope to...though I tend not to make plans for free time,” She smiled, “I find that when I do, the universe has a tendency to turn my plans on their head.” Professor Gunvald laughed. She knew it wasn’t the universe biting away at her enjoyable free time. It was herself. Isadora had a proclivity for taking on challenging roles, even when she felt at times, a bit out of her depth. She nodded her head, happy for the lack of werewolf presence for the night. Or any night for that matter. “Concerns?” Isadora raised a brow, “Well, I recently held detention with Oliver O’Shea, Fergus Reinhardt, and Loce Vaisey. All incredibly intelligent boys, each holding relatively high rankings in their houses and teams…” She frowned, “I don’t believe they came to a decisive agreement during detention. I would keep an eye on them, especially as it relates to Ms. Oden.” Isadora scanned the room to see Anneli back with Loce, dancing. She reveled in the music, laughter, and young love on the dance floor. The start of term was shaping up beautifully. “Other than that trio, I would keep a general ear out for any mischief or teen drama,” She paused, laughing, “It all too often turns into playing into a more serious conflict.”
Isadora swayed in her spot, smiling to a couple waving students and taking a sip of tea. The night was magnificent. She hoped it would remain so. OOC: The Contest of Charms will run through the second IRL week of the dance (April 9-15). No sign-up needed. RP your entrance onto the stage and your charm to woo the crowd. Participants will RP reactions. House Points may be rewarded for thoughtful or provoking charms.Q: What is the Contest of Charms?A: Contest of Charms Description | Students will display their ability to cast at least 1 skilled charm meant to entertain, teach, or woo the crowd around them. When the contest begins, students will be called to take the stage and reveal their charm. There are no grades here — only audience applause. Students may use props as needed to properly exhibit their charm.Example: Using ‘Engorgio’ to enlarge a massive, dancing pumpkin on stage, leaving students laughing and Professors frowning.
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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 5, 2023 21:12:47 GMT -8
Oliver gripped his cap tightly at his hands as she spoke. His once firm resolve came to a screeching halt. His confidence hid somewhere in his chest, but looking at her now, it was staying put. He stole a gaze to her lips. The words that spilled from them weren't preferable to the ear, but the form was to the eye. Oliver couldn’t help himself. She looked like one of the Merrow he had grown up hearing about in Irish folktales. Beautiful half-merwomen who would sing across the seas. “Fooled easily, sure.” He agreed, grinning despite the rejection. “But not fooled enough to play as co-strategist ter the likes of Loce Vaisey, playin' right into his 'and.” Oliver's tone grew more serious. He cast a concerned glance to the brooch at her breast. It couldn’t be what he thought it was. “I hope you take heed, what you’re getting into with someone like him,” He declared, “I don’t tink things are always as they seem.” Oliver shrugged, leaving it at that. Heat grew to his face when she mentioned him needing to keep his eyes to himself. So she had seen. Oliver was sure that was justified. Her threat made him smile, his heart racing wildly. An adrenaline junkie like himself was attracted to girls like Anneli. He had a feeling she might be fun. Ameryn was as well. He scanned the room suddenly. Oliver’s hand hung for another moment as she turned to walk away. He ran his hands through his hair. Placed the cap back up. Exhaled. It was time to enjoy the night, even if that mention temptation lurked at every corner. He was excited to party with Ameryn. Their spirits were compatible in that way. She was gorgeous, too. He sauntered back out from the curtain, casting a glare toward Loce as she rejoined him. Oliver moved through the room, spotting Ameryn then. He was beside himself. She looked amazing. A deep, flowing red dress on her. He walked closer, realizing another boy stood at her side. Some random Hufflepuff kid. “Ameryn!” He greeted, taking off his cap and moving to kiss her hand. Oliver wished to make up for not meeting up with her at the entrance. “You look simply stunnin' tonight.” Oliver grinned, then glanced at the random boy, “Hello…?” He said, raising an eyebrow and asking for his name. He wasn’t overly defensive, Ameryn and him were mostly friends. But Oliver wouldn’t allow another to steal his date regardless.
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Post by Gwendolyn Shaw on Apr 5, 2023 21:24:55 GMT -8
When Fergus fastened the necklace around her neck, Gwen feels a rush of emotion. She could sense he was a little nervous, but mostly she focused on that fact that his feelings were authentic.
"Thank you, Fergus," she said, her fingers reach up automatically to caress the necklace, her breath catches a bit in her throat as she looks down at it, the jewels glittering in the light. She couldn't believe that he had given her such a beautiful gift, and she wondered what it meant. Her cheeks flush with emotion.
Gwen's heart raced as he takes her hand, feeling the warmth of his touch. She can’t help but wonder what mysteries hide behind that enigmatic smile. Fergus leads the way deeper into the action but still teetering on the edge of the dance floor.
'The night is ours' He had said… Gwen feels a shiver run down her spine as Fergus looks into her eyes and slowly she steps even closer to him. She couldn't help but be fascinated by him, with his dark hair and intense gaze that seemed to hold so much mystery. She rests both of her hands on his chest and pauses for the briefest of seconds, and then softly plants a kiss… on his cheek. “Let’s dance, mon beau.” She says, pulling back with a smile. This time she takes his hand and pulls him into the dance floor.
A little stiff at first the pair moved together in time with the music, their bodies swaying to the beat. As the song goes on Gwen feels a sort of comfort and calm beginning to settle. She moves closer, feeling as though she would melt into his embrace. She looks up at him as one song ends and another begins, her eyes meeting his. She sees something in his gaze that makes her heart skip a beat. The magic atmosphere of the Homecoming dance surrounded them, and Gwen felt that anything might be possible tonight.
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Niamh Cara O'Shea
Ravenclaw
Niamh (NEE-av or NEEV) - 5th Year - Ravenclaw Seeker
Posts: 42
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Post by Niamh Cara O'Shea on Apr 5, 2023 21:30:33 GMT -8
Niamh had only just sorted her dress situation out a couple nights before the day. She stood uncomfortably in the pink dress, wondering if her cousin Mae’s wardrobe could be anymore different than her own. Regardless, she had been infinitely grateful to be lent the dress for the occasion. She let her long brown hair fall wildly around her. Niamh thought to Zander, who was probably waiting for her now. He had seemed extraordinarily kind and open. She liked that, whether romantic or not. She did a little twirl in the ensemble before departing for the Great Hall. Niamh walked self-consciously in her heels. Usually preferring comfort over beauty – but tonight she wanted to be special. Niamh smiled widely when she saw Zander. He looked especially handsome in his suit. Almost like a completely different person than the boy she had met in the empty classroom. She strolled up to him, attempting not to trip, “Zander,” Niamh greeted, smiling, “I almost fell down the moving stairs on the way here..” She laughed, “But I made it.” Niamh looked at his suit, “You look quite sharp tonight!” She complimented him honestly. Niamh stood relatively short among her peers, but she still hoped to make an impression in her pink attire.
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Isla Reinhardt
Gryffindor
5th Year - Gryffindor Seeker - Prefect
Posts: 116
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Post by Isla Reinhardt on Apr 5, 2023 21:56:51 GMT -8
Isla swayed in place until she saw him. Theo walked steadily to her, dashing in a black suit and tie. She trembled internally then. He looked so much different to the gruff scenes on the pitch or the casual looks in their common room. Isla had struggled with admitting she had formed a crush on their Keeper. It had taken her a year to fully see him in such a light. And now he was in front of her as her date. She giggled seeing his mouth agape. Isla felt entirely special then. Perhaps he was beginning to see her in the same light she saw him. Isla beamed, “Thank you, Theo.” She said, taking his hand naturally, “I’m happy you said yes to my invite.” Isla winked playfully at him. She wondered briefly if he told anyone on the Quidditch team about their date. Hopefully it wouldn’t go over too awkwardly. “It’s nice to see you all cleaned up and off the pitch.” She said smiling, lightly squeezing his hand, “Let’s get some drinks.” Isla grinned, hoping he was as enthused for the night as she was. Especially for the end of the night. Her eyes flickered around the room, catching sight of Ezra with Aracely and Loce with Anneli. Gorgeous couples, she thought. Maybe Theo and herself were as well. The firework finale skipped around happily in her mind, wondering what Theo might think of Ezra’s surprise...
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Post by Professor Dragomir Ghica on Apr 5, 2023 22:21:20 GMT -8
Dragomir nodded. “Yes, do not get me wrong. The snow can be lovely. But being incessantly cold for months on end wears on you. Though there are times I do miss it. One does not spend nearly fifty years somewhere and not have a fondness for it.” He shrugged, not used to sharing so much openly with colleagues. He noted it would seem to bring them all closer as a group, but, was there such a thing as too close when it came to colleagues? “Youth is certainly wasted on the young.” He laughs, knowing all too well the truth of it. Too young to have mastery over yourself, yet too dumb to take full advantage of it. “If you find yourself in need of a dance partner, I would be honored to fill the role.” He offered with a quick smile. Dragomir nodded as she mentioned the detention. “I would not think much would be resolved. Especially where Ms. Oden is concerned. If I am reading the situation correctly, from what I have observed in class as well as here tonight. I believe O’Shea has interest that is not at all entertained by Ms. Oden. Mr. Reinhardt… there is something going on behind the scenes there between him and Ms. Oden, although I am not too sure Ms. Oden is in agreement with it, and Mr. Reinhardt’s attentions seem to be elsewhere at the moment. And Mr. Vaisey and Ms. Oden… I am not sure. There is something between them. Young love possibly, but I suspect there is something beyond what either of them fully understand that is in play there.” He shrugged slightly. “They seem happy enough together for now. I just wonder if it will stay that way. Young love that catches and burns so quickly, tends to burn out rather quickly as well. I would be more concerned for the aftermath of their relationship. They are both strong and stubborn.” Not that he was wishing for anything to befall the couple, but they were still just fifteen and had only known each other a short time. He turned then to Juniper. “Mr. Vaisey is the transfer I was telling you about. He is genuinely beyond his years in most subjects. I suspect those he finds useful. And if you are looking for someone with the propensity for trouble and the ability to pull it off, he would be the one to watch in general.” He eyed the couple and shook his head. He hoped they would heed his warnings about not practicing outside his office. But, he seemed the type to live on the edge, and generally had a won’t happen to me attitude about things. Confident, yet perhaps overconfident in some areas. He glanced over at the trio from his house by the refreshment table, watching as they conjured their own drinks. He would keep an eye on that situation, but as long as it did not get out of hand, or find its way into the general punch bowls, he would not react.
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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 6, 2023 0:30:05 GMT -8
Anneli winked at him, hopelessly attracted to his effortless attitude of confidence. It encouraged her to grow further outward. To reveal more of herself to the world. Anneli had hidden her light away for a number of reasons. But tonight, with Loce, it could be revealed. Anneli glowed then, abandoning all fears of attention or closeness for the night. She didn’t think of Halvar or Ludvig. Her mind was fully preoccupied with her heart. Standing before her now.
“As long as your career of expulsions has ended there, I’m happy,” She laughed, caressing the back of his neck, “Unless, of course, your next expulsion came with me at your side” Anneli chuckled warmly, knowing that she wouldn’t part with him should trouble arrive. Or if he should make that trouble himself. Although many parts of Anneli remained guarded, her loyalty to him had grown wildly beyond restraint. Her heart was pulled to him. Conflict couldn’t possibly stir that force.
The strong tug of his arms caught the air in her throat. He was wrapped around her. His steady embrace made her heart flutter madly. She felt as though the Golden Snitch was just under her skin, its wings flapping wildly. A satisfying shiver sent down her spine. There was something so natural about their embrace. An electrifying pulse of energy between the two and yet it still felt like returning to a calm home.
She returned his kiss deeply, her lip curling into a smile as he placed a hand at her back. His touch played at her dress, tickling her skin. Heat washed over her madly. Anneli wanted to be able to recompose herself, but instead she melted deeper into him. As they parted, she beamed up to him, her imagination running rampant. Anneli had many ideas for an after party with him. “Perhaps we can round up some of our teammates for some of the fun,” She paused, “Though hopefully Fergus is too preoccupied to notice our gathering...” Anneli laughed, seriously hoping he might be. She had no need to be reminded of the threats to her and Loce.
Time froze at his next words. The music slowed until it became a distant hum. The bustle of twirling classmates seized. The lights dimmed around them, creating a halo of light protectively around them. Anneli felt as though no one else was there, no one could see them then. He had professed his love to her. She had known it was there, but he spoke it into life. Her heart raced as they kept a slow, steady rhythm together. Their bodies molded. Anneli kissed him again deeply, her fingers curling into the back of his hair.
She retracted gently, “I love you too, Loce Vaisey.” Anneli whispered by his ear, just for him. She pulled him in, kissing his neck softly. A rush coursed through her. His skin on her lips drove her mad. Anneli would remain there if she could. As she retracted she smiled, “I’ve never said those words to another,” She admitted, her fingers tracing along the back of his neck, “I think there was part of me stubbornly trying to convince myself I wasn’t madly in love with you already,” Anneli laughed, “All attempts have failed miserably. I knew when our eyes met in the forest…” She sighed, smiling.
Anneli thought of their night in the forest again. She smirked, remembering something she had brought along. Just in case. Anneli pulled from him gently, “Accio, camera,” She said, her eyes flickering toward her bag at the reserved table. A black camera flew from the bag, darting around the room, only stopping to float before them. It turned on then, ready to flash.
She gazed at him. She wanted to remember him here. Handsome under the enchanted cosmos. Confident, smiling. And with her. “Do you think we should have that picture now?” Anneli winked at him, her mischievousness difficult to bury. She loved to play with him in all the little ways she thought he might enjoy.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Apr 6, 2023 3:28:52 GMT -8
He laughed and nodded as she talked about his career of expulsions. “Hey, once is hardly a career…” He winked at her playfully. “But I’ve no intention of making it a career, with or without you by my side.” The way he figured it, they had good three years to figure things out before graduation. If he got expelled it would make it that much harder, if they both got expelled… Nope, that was not an option. Here, in these walls, she was safe beyond any measure he could provide for her. He nodded, his mind racing, thoughts falling over each other fighting for his attention. He loved the idea of an afterparty, half of him wanting it to be just the two of them, the rest knowing with how he felt right now, alone with her without having to worry about chaperones or anyone else… And then she asked about rounding up teammates for some fun. At that the idea was beginning to solidify. There was plenty of time for them to be together, no one ever said the afterparty had to be the end of the evening. “Perhaps then we have it in the Room of Requirement? That way it is invite only and there is no chance of Fergus joining us at any point in the evening?” It would also give them the freedom to invite others that may not be in their house. “Perhaps we could add a few others to the mix as well then?” The whole point of the homecoming was to forge friendships across the houses. Why not continue that thought into the evening? His mind slowed, stopping to focus only on her, on their kiss. She had kissed him as he told her he loved her. It has just happened, he just let his feelings flow and before he could stop himself he’d spoken his heart. His heart skipped a beat as she told him she loved him too. Had he known it, yes. But he had not expected to hear it. Not yet. She had never told anyone else she loved them? He had wondered, thinking to her being with Fergus, knowing it had meant something different to them both, but not wanting to ask anything more. Wanting to leave Fergus, and Maddie for that matter, in the distant past, where they both belonged. He grinned at her admission of when she had fallen in love with him. in the forest. He grinned and nodded. The forest… everything in their relationship had changed that night. It had been perfect, well minus the rain it had been perfect. He returned her smile. “In all honesty, I’ve never been in love with anyone before you.” Had he said it… yes. But he had never meant it. Anneli on the other hand, she had taken his heart by storm, he meant every word he spoke to her, and much more that he hasn’t, not yet.
He laughed lightly as she summoned the camera, thinking back to the forest, how absolutely beautiful she was with her hair drenched and sticking to her face. “Yes, now would be perfect. And I need to make sure we have an extra I can send to Jackson with a thank you.” He laughed again winking at her, as he drew her closer, wanting to leave absolutely no question in anyone’s mind that they were together.
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Post by Wesley Thorsen on Apr 6, 2023 9:11:50 GMT -8
Wesley watched as Heather transformed his gift into a corsage. Why hadn't he thought of that? He internally chides himself. She was practical. Smart. It only made her that more attractive. Well, at least he'd brought the flowers, he thinks, to make himself feel better. He extends his arm to Heather, ready to escort her wherever she wanted to go or do whatever she wanted to do. “I don’t know many Gryffindors, but, I feel like I owe thanks to those two Gryffindor girls who put this together.” He says, admiring the beauty of his date and for this opportunity to know her even better.
As the band's song switched to something slower, Wesley looks to Heather with hopeful eyes and reached up to brush some hair away from her face, "May I have this dance?" he asks, feeling eager to dance with her... to have her hands on her and his on her. He pauses wanting to know what she wanted, "...Or would you rather we start with some food and drinks?" His brow shoots up with the question.
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Post by Aracely Minh Davies on Apr 6, 2023 11:54:47 GMT -8
Aracely was still struck by how handsome he looked in his suit and when he winked at her she felt a flutter in her stomach. And then Ezra leaned in and kissed her! She was stunned but immediately melted. His lips soft and warm against hers. Aracely's heart raced as she kissed him back, feeling all her nerves float away in this perfectly magical moment.
When they break apart her fingers jump to touch her lips as if in shock that that really just happened. "Wow," She accidently breaths. Her lips still tingled from the contact. From wanting to kiss him again. Aracely felt a smile spread across her face and her cheeks flush pink. “O-Of course.” She says, a little breathless.
She watches him bow and can’t help but giggle. She takes a small calming breath and offers a formal curtsey in response. “Let’s dance.” She nods. And together they delve deeper into the mass of students.
As they made their way to the dance floor, Aracely couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. She wasn't the best dancer, but she was determined to enjoy herself. Ezra, however, seemed to just always be himself. He was silly and kind and Aracely was completely taken by him. She knew she’d be in good hands with him on that dance floor. She takes his hand and pulls herself close, feeling a thrill run through her body as they began to sway to the music.
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Post by Ameryn Hahn Davies on Apr 6, 2023 12:29:18 GMT -8
When Ameryn first stepped into Great Hall she was immediately dazzled by the grandeur of the event. The room was decorated in shades of orange, red and yellow. The epiotome of autumn. There were twinkling lights and elegant banners hanging from the ceiling. The music was lively, and everyone seemed to be having a really great time already. But now standing by the refreshments table with her near empty now drink she grimaces a tad. Her eyes search for Oliver again but she seemed to have lost him. He was speaking to Anneli.
She did see her sister, Aracely, and Ezra getting awfully… well acquainted. Ameryn grins wickedly and can’t wait to tease her sister later. Ameryn’s eyes scan the room some more. She takes in all the decor, the stage at the back, the band. Just as she was beginning to feel a bit left out, a new boy approaches her.
He had dark hair and striking green eyes, and he introduces himself as Wolf.
Ameryn was impressed by his confidence and it didn’t hurt that he was very cute. She couldn't deny the flutter in her stomach at the prospect of dancing with such a charming boy. “Wolf.” She repeats, “That’s a great name.” She says, "My name is Ameryn." She offers, happily, her mood uplifted tremendously.
Wolf asks her to dance and she very nearly, practically shouts ‘yes’ but pauses... Her eyes scan the room once more quickly. “I… do, technically have a date.” She says. Not quite expecting to sound so disappointed. If she heard that tone in her own voice she wondered if he did too. “We came as friends.” She felt the need to clarify.
She looks at Wolf again, this cute boy, and was about to say yes when Oliver’s voice pulls her attention.
Oliver kisses her hand and compliments her. Annoyance at the tardiness aside Ameryn smiles at him and proceeds to execute a lavish spin to show off her dress. The large skirt giving Ameryn a royal sort of feeling, like a princess or a queen. “I know.” She smirks, in response to Oliver saying she looked stunning.
She nudges Oliver’s arm a bit at his tone, a silent, Don’t be rude.
“This is Wolf.” She fills in. She couldn't help but feel a pang of confliction… But resolved that she would not miss her chance to dance with Wolf tonight. Even if it did’t happen right this moment.
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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 6, 2023 23:20:28 GMT -8
Ezra’s heart felt full after kissing Aracely. He looked at her beautiful, long black hair. The way her reserved expression broke into a smile. He thought Aracely was a classic beauty. She had a charm about her too, an intelligent wit and interests similar to his. Ezra rubbed the back of his neck, grinning down at her and wondering if he was well in over his head.
“Wow is right.” He winked, laughing with her. Ezra smiled widely as she made a curtsey, happy that she was willing to play along with him. He couldn’t deal with his nerves any other way. Humor had been his home. Ezra squeezed her hand reassuringly as they went into the crowds.
Ezra took her hand and twirled her, grinning as her blue dress fluttered around her. He wrapped his arms around her, guiding her into a dance. His feet moved with the music, even if not perfectly in time. He grinned to her, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, “So, tell me Aracely, what is your favorite flower and animal?” He laughed, “For absolutely no reason at all besides I’m really interested in you.” Ezra said, a look of mischief in his eyes as they swayed together under the brilliant ceiling.
Ezra briefly scanned the room, grinning as he saw Loce with his date Anneli. Everyone in the room looked happy, but he thought he might do them one better...Their finale would certainly impress tonight. He had spent all night on it. Finalizing details.
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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 7, 2023 1:12:45 GMT -8
Anneli laughed, her arms supported by his tall frame, “Good.” She winked playfully. It was difficult for her to even think about Loce being expelled. She winced at the thought. The idea of watching him depart from her wasn’t one she liked to linger on. Though, it had been a concern. Especially with her father narrowing in on the fact they were together. It had been Fergus’ owl that alerted him. She thought to scan the floor for his ominous presence but decided against it. Her heart was beating right in front of her.
“Exactly what I was thinking,” She smiled up at him, her fingers twirling in his hair. There was no other person she would want to host friends with. He was a friend, a partner in crime…and now her love. Anneli’s mind raced. She wondered what that meant for her moving forward. Part of her heart lived in him. Anneli gazed at his knowing smile, understanding all too well that his existence and well-being was all that mattered to her in that moment. “I’m all for bringing the houses together. The Room of Requirement might help us host a few drinks and…games.” She smiled mischievously. The idea of an afterparty with friends sounded amazing, though an after-after party with him sounded all that much more enticing. Anneli was happy Fergus would not be present in either case.
Anneli’s hips swayed gently under his hands. They continued their dance, completely entranced in their conversation. She could barely notice the looks of wonder from onlookers as they danced around the room. Both were completely enraptured in conversation and dance. Her heart raced next to him still. Though his gaze brought her solace.
He admitted to never being in love with anyone before her. She exhaled to herself. The thought of his writings to Maddie played in her mind. Though she knew she was in the past. Along with Fergus.
“I told Cordelia I was in love with you.” She admitted quickly, “Not a topic we usually stray on…but you’ve changed up my usual tactics. In several ways.” Anneli laughed, winking at him playfully.
She laughed, moving to kiss his cheek as the camera flashed before she was ready. It had a mind of its own. It once had taken a picture of Anneli just as she was putting on her final piece of Chaser gear before a big match. She had set the camera to take a picture of the entire team, but the camera had a different focus. The first picture developed as Anneli kissing Loce’s cheek with a rosy grin. Her lips barely parted from his skin.
“One more, for Jackson,” She winked, pulling him close to her body. Anneli’s champagne hair poured over him. Her soft skin at his neck. She breathed him in, her dragon brooch burning brightly at her breast. Anneli gazed deeply into his eyes, “Jag är din för evigt, fy nghalon,” The mix of Welsh and Swedish marrying beautifully. Her sky blue eyes looked to Loce again before kissing him wholly. Anneli’s body molded into him, her black dress folding over his kilt as her leg extended. She wrapped her fingers into his hair. A flash flickered. Eyes moved to the couple again. A moving picture of their kiss developed there.
Anneli retracted unwillingly, relinquishing her hands from his hair and pulling away. “He might feel a bit sore about that one.” She winked, laughing and thinking about Jackson’s face seeing the photograph. Anneli wasn’t keen toward him. He had betrayed Loce’s trust.
She stilled her body, though her waist was still at his fingertips, “Shall we rejoin our friends?” Anneli asked softly, a curious smile appearing. The taste of his kiss was still on her pink lips. His touch steadied her core. Loce was everything to her in that moment, and she suspected he would be a lot more. Whether or not that would come with a fight. She took his hand in hers, briefly wondering when their next trip to the forest would be...She had many ideas in mind. Some innocent, others not so much...
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