The Annual Halloween Ball!

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

Even for her she was finding this requirement testing, and the patience inside her was quickly zapping away as she waited for the Headmaster to speak or dismiss her, or whatever, even to attack her would have been a relief, but no, he waited, surveying his little army in a way that brought the sickly taste of bile rising up into her throat. It was all so despicable and if she hadn't been so hell bent on keeping her job and the respected image she had built up for so long, she would have given into temptation and allowed the fury in her throat to burst forth in a very imaginative way that would cause said Headmaster a huge amount of pain. The thoughts were enough to make her smile once again, and it seemed for now her brain would be her only relief.

Out boredom however, she kept her yes fixed on the swarming crowd, already many had begun to arrive and the majority seemed tilted in the favor of the Order, the pesky little group that simply couldn't remain secret due to their annoying amount of family members. Sweeping over a small group that included a couple of Weasleys, the Longbottom girl and oh joys, Albus Potter, she gave him a small nod, amiable enough but after their recent altercation a noticeable step down from the usual smile she would have bestowed upon her friend. Moving on swiftly she allowed her regal position to aide her with her search as she searched for the faces that would mean something to her. At the back swimming, amongst the sea of insignificant students were a few she knew, Geoffrey stood beside a smaller blonde Death Eater than had only recently entered their ranks fully, curling the edges of her lips she regarded them with a smile, each no doubt sharing the same thoughts at that moment of how the evening would run.

Flicking on her attention once more she straightened her form, though the composure was shattered as a rather gruesome wolf appeared at her side. The mask caused her insides to squirm and would have made her recoil in any other instance as the gaping hole of it's mouth grinned at her, lined with fangs that looked suitably lethal. The reaction given by her was unbidden and a hand flew up to stifle the giggle that burst from between her lips, racking her body silently with a fit of laughter that she should have contained. All it took was a close look by the red headed man at her side to cease, if he had even such an inkling to who the man who lurked beneath that gruesome wolfs head was the placid look on his face would be gone in an instant and lethal spells would already be cutting through the air.

As it were she turned to the man who's arrival she had been waiting for and gave a much more suitable smile. Evening, she countered his greeting, her amusement still evident but reigned in as his chuckle rolled over her comfortably. Tilting her head in a bid to examine every inch of him she felt the tug of her muscles as her eyebrows raised It's... positively distressing in that moment she wondered how she was supposed to introduce him in anyone were to ask, after all, hello Headmaster this is my date, Malleus, you know, Malleus Malefica, the man that has killed so many of your beloved little followers wasn't going to go down well.

[genevieve]

Back down, back down, we don't always need to run.

She flipped the invitation in her hand over once, her blue-green eyes surveying the parchment. Scrutinising every word, she gave a sigh as she let the paper drop from her hands, obviously not the least bit pleased at the way things were turning out. Gods, an invitation to the Halloween ball? Was the Headmaster serious? Last she checked, he didn't like her very much, or her mother. Her mother was a Pureblood - and because of this, Adele had every reason to fear the Headmaster. That is, other than the fact that her current residence of teaching was in Beauxbatons, where such a massacre was not expected to occur soon. Thank Merlin.

Yet, the question of whether she would attend this event or not had yet to be answered. Looking at the details once more, she waved her wand, wordlessly summoning her calender over as she checked the dates. Well, what'd you know? Her one off day was the next day, and she could easily make it back in time to dress. Unable to think of a reason to say no - perhaps she would meet Gabriella there, her old Charms Professor. Not a favorite, but had been encouraging enough in terms of studies and writing a testimonial for her pursuit of the subject in Trinity. It was a good chance to - what was it that they called it? Catch up? Ah. - catch up with her fellow schoolmates, or ex-schoolmates in this case.

On the faithful day itself, Genevieve was dressed in a dress that was gray in color, she slipped into a pair of flats that her father had eagerly sent over when she had written that she was attending a ball. In fact, the entire costume ensemble was thanks to her father's interference, and payment. Pressing down the front of her gown, she didn't even bother to look herself over in the mirror. Instead, she reached for the object on the table, tying it around her head - an elegant mask adorned with feathers covering her eyes, showing only the blue-green. Once she was certain she had done all she had to, she made to leave for Hogwarts via Apparation. Her license had been obtained early in her seventh year, and she was fully capable of it.

Arriving at the Great Hall, and feeling awkwardly out of place - how could she not, considering she knew not many and was chummies with even less? - she made to give at least a good impression. In her case, good impression meant staying out of the way as much as possible. It was perhaps because of this that she started to trail around the perimeter of the room, not looking to join any social conversation immediately. It would seem rude, and she already felt so terribly awkward. This was very much safer, even if it was at the risk of seeming slightly odd. Perhaps she would meet some of her old professors.

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[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was not exactly his number one destination at the moment, mostly because the presence of the girl he had, only a few weeks ago grown to know, much more intimately would be definitely here. Stifling a groan however he did his earth bound duty, and surrounded by his mass of excited fellow Quidditch players, he slipped the simply black mask over his delicate features, a crime in itself to hide such a face, before stepping into the crowd, hoping beyond hope he could simply disappear between everyone and become unrecognizable. Fat chance of that of course. Gifting each excited fan with a smile and a few words he made slow progress through the crowd, trying not to spot Natalie at the same time as he searched the masses vainly for her.

Pushing past a group of students he finally burst forth into the Great Hall, decked out in all it's glory as it always was at this time of year. Ignoring the twittering faeries that were meant to charm visitors he fixed his eyes on a man that was circling the room, handing out tall glasses of something that looked like champagne. With a shrug he narrowed his aim and quickly marched towards him, plucking a glass off his tray with a grin before bringing it to his nose, it smelt slightly bitter but hey it was alcohol, and if he had any aim tonight it might as well be to get as sloshed as he could, give the tabloids a good show and all that. From this moment, he took to observing, observing the talent so to speak, of those that occupied the room. From here he could see many a fellow classmate and friend, from Potters to Riddles and back again, but to join either group would ultimately stick them with their allegiance that was known to the Avery man, and he was not in the mood to fire daggers at former friends just because of some infuriating little man that sought to rid the earth of them all. It was all so tiring. Instead he watched the swarm of girls over the age, wondering if he actually had enough energy to try and pull tonight. The prospect didn't look good and he instead took to idly listening to one of his teammates try and seduce an attractive blonde, unsuccessfully.

A lone brunette girl lingered not far away, an expression on her face that conveyed her lack of enthusiasm to Emerson unmistakably. For some reason he decided to save her from the gloom, something he usually would have done to get closer to her slender body, but as of now, he needed a distraction and why not throw the miserable together? With a polite smile he stepped closer, a slightly sombre expression on his face as he spoke clearly to her It's nice to know I'm not the only person here who doesn't want to be when he had done he tipped the glass to his lips and took a small mouthful, when in rome, eh? Tilting his head towards her he scanned her face for recognition, she was younger than him, he could see, but not a student, hopefully she would into just collapse in a flit of giggles and ask for his autograph.

[nicholas]

Unbelievable, Nicholas had a date tonight. And it came in the form of Ashley Elizabeth Rider. Giving himself a mental pat on the back as the man made himself up in the mirror, his eyes never leaving his reflection as he buttoned up the front of the shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone, he reached for his green pants and slid it on in a fluid movement, giving himself a grin as he bent down to do this shoes. Brown canvas shoes, giving the whole look of his outfit a very earthly feeling, which was what he aimed to do. After all, anyone who read Muggle fairy tales certainly knew of Peter Pan, and how he lived in the forest. He highly doubted that Peter Pan was someone who wore expensive Armani clothing and what not. It certainly did not make sense, and he knew better than that.

Looping the belt around his waist as he buckled it deftly, he gave himself an appraising look, before reaching for the final touch of the outfit. Slipping on the brown hat with a feather in place, he laughed at his reflection. It seemed so childish to go as Peter Pan, but it was one of those stories that he had enjoyed when he was younger. It didn't help that it was also a great bedtime story, and had often made him fantasize of such a place as Neverland. It was also partially the reason why he was so accepting when he had been accepted into Hogwarts, for it was just like Peter Pan, but of a whole different setting. There was a different world, and that was all he cared about when he persuaded his parents to let him attend.

Rubbing his chin as he pulled at his shirt loosely, he stuck his wand in the pocket of his pants - specially modified so as to allow him easy access - he made his way out of his quarters, heading to the familiar place of the Great Hall. The staff certainly had worked hard to make sure tonight would be a success, and while he hadn't contributed directly - the other professors had been responsible for making up the charm, and he had merely helped cast it - it was certainly a work of art. Amidst the many old students to which he greeted cheerfully, he spotted the one person he was looking for. Making his way over to Ashley, he took her hand in his, and said cheekily, "Not exactly Mr. Charming, I know, but a Peter Pan would suffice for you, my lady?"

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['TWIGG' CHARITY MELISSA FLAMEL]

Plucking a glass filled to a brim from a passing waiter she smiled down at the golden glittering drink, suddenly glad that she had turned 18 only a month or so before, not only did it allow her to become a full Death Eater, but it allowed her to make the most of boring events such as this. Raising it to her lips she took a sip, ignoring the biting taste of the champagne as it assaulted the back of her throat. Eyes sweeping around the masses of masked and costumed bodies around them she spotted a few new arrivals and raised her glass in a sort of greeting towards Natalie and Jasper, catching the shout of an irate Gryffindor that she recognized vaguely as her fellow Chaser's play thing. Poor thing she joked in her mind, secretly hoping the little situation would escalate into something worth watching.

Turning back to Geoffrey she fixed him with an arrogant smirk. Evidentially the reaction she had got from him was the very thing she was hoping for and in a show of pride she made a mock circle, allowing him to see every angle of her outrageously inappropriate costume. Bringing the glass back to her mouth she let out a tinkling laugh, almost charming in it's rawness before taking another large mouthful, she was aware of the plan tonight, but these hours before needed to be filled up with something interesting. With her attention fixed on him she allowed her eyes to sweep over his outfit, and it brought another smile, he always did have a flair for the original, though what she didn't expect was the empty space beside him. Where's your little lap dog she enquired innocently, tilting her head to one side as she blatantly referred to the small blonde Slytherin girl that was Twigg's Quidditch Captain. It was no secret about Geoffrey and Samira, and it was also no secret that Twigg found the girl truly laughable.

Accepting the returned compliment graciously as he pointed out both the flaws and the pros of her chosen outfit. Of course she loved the irony, and she loved the attention that would come from said irony. Well I hope it won't be just first year boys I'll be charming tonight unashamed flirting was a habit that many associated with her, it was just something that came natural to her in this day so she did not even think of directing it at the man she knew was 'claimed' by her fellow seventh year. At his words she gave a short courtesy Well I do so love to do my civil duty an educate the poor little cretins rising to her feet again she curled her arm around the one he had offered her before speaking once more. I think that would be a delightful idea, I'm feeling slightly stifled by the reek of the unworthy.

[genevieve]

Somewhere along the way, a drink had been served to him in the form of wine. Who knew there was alcohol, here? She accepted it graciously, though one sniff of it told her that it wasn't really that good quality wine. Figures, she thought to herself quietly, as she pulled at the ends of her hair. While the rest of it was tied in a ponytail, some of the hair had been left in loose strands around the base of her neck, so that her entire ensemble didn't seem so bare. After all, not the type to invest in jewelry for herself, she had completely neglected the need for accessories around her neck, and as such it was best covered via the use of her hair. Tipping the glass to her lips either way - bad wine or not, she had to drink something - she tasted it, before duly swallowing it. Licking her lips in quiet satisfaction at the presence of liquids in her stomach, the girl fiddled with the hem of her dress, obviously not used to this entire occasion.

And so was someone else, as a voice was heard that addressed her. Immediately her gaze flickered to him, Emerson having earned Genevieve's curious stare. So he was alone too. That explained much, to be honest, for no one in the right mind with their dates would come over and suddenly talk to her. She knew him, of course. Emerson was but a few years older than her - or were they the same age? - and had graduated from Hogwarts too. She heard he was a Quidditch star now, but really couldn't give a damn about that. She had never been all too good on brooms, and by right the idea of Quidditch was also disregarded in favour of books. If she didn't make it in sports, she would make it in her studies.

"Someone forced you here, then?"

[/color] she inquired politely, letting her eyes rest on his face for a moment before she diverted it back to her cup, just at the moment he chose to take a sip of it. Making a slight face at it, she shook her head. "It's poor quality wine, if you're wondering,"[/color] she piped up, for she did like to collect wines, a habit she had inherited from her father. It made sense to share information as they went along, or at least, it did to her. "I wouldn't ingest in too much of it, if I were you. They tend to dull the taste buds all too fast."[/color] The information was offered in a pleasant tone, and reinforced by the fact that she didn't drink her wine the moment Emerson did. She spoke from personal experienc,e but perhaps he viewed her as too young to know better. Most did, anyway.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size][/justify]

[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

When she spoke he felt a moment of relief, she was slightly scathing, but that wasn't a bad thing, and she certainly wasn't giggling or feigning awe. At her question however he gave a slight shrug Yes and now the truth was he hadn't technically been forced but the tone in which Emerson's coach had said that he expected all their presences at the Ball had been completely and utterly final. There was no room for negotiation and they all knew it, so here they were, here he was. Dressed like a fool and forcing his company upon a poor girl.

Poor quality or not it offered some release, and if it did indeed dull his taste buds, after the third glass he wouldn't care how much of the vile liquid he was pouring down his throat. The effects were all the same anyway, wine got you drunk whether it was from the vineyards of France of from the backyard bin of a pedlar. And so he took another mouthful, he had never really been one to follow advice anyway, it was what made him such a good Quidditch player. Making a face he fought the gag reflex as his body screamed in outrage at being put through such toil. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his mouth he finally let out a rather loose laugh. Well it certainly has a kick this neither of them could deny but as he swilled the remnants around his mouth slightly the results were not to his liking, It tastes like feet with a wildly flailing arm he regarded the glass with disgust as he held it before him How the hell do you make wine taste like feet? it was certainly a gift that someone had been bestowed. Well this certainly means I must ingest copious amounts, if just to get rid of the awful taste.

It seemed all charm offense had gone out of the window at this point, as if he simply didn't mind what effect his personality had on this particular girl. Thinking about it, she might perceive it as an insult but it was actually the complete opposite, there were about 3 girls he could be around without immediately feeling the need to hide himself behind the facade of clever words and alluring movements that he had employed for so long. After all, it wasn't because he didn't find her attractive, she was pretty enough, petite and brunette with an edge of haphazardness that was strangely appealing, though he could spot a dead end when he saw it and this girl was meant for friendship, it would take a stronger guy than him to trap her in any other way, this he could tell. Deciding he must admit defeat in the subject of the wine he gave a small shrug and turned back to her, offering his sizable hand out to her in means of greeting Emerson he left off his second name to avoid forced formality.

[adam]

Cadenriel had been dreading this day almost as much as he was excited for it. The Halloween Ball. It came every year and it was a tradition that the Death Eaters go, more for just presentation than anything else. But now Rowan had his own little army, and no one knew how good they really were. He knew who was in the army, at least most of them, and they all had potential. But what made it worse was how ridiculous the Death Eaters were. They all acted so childish, how could you kill a man while arguing with your own people? Sometimes he wanted to kill one of them, as an example to the rest of them. Caden had recently visited his father, and told him of their plans for that night. There was a look of pride on his face that Caden had never seen before. Sure, he had been proud of Caden lots of times, but it was never like this. Perhaps, now that he was stuck in his cell, he was beginning to change. It was odd seeing his father act this way, but at the same time, Caden was almost happy. He even cracked a smile, although it wasn't for anything funny, more like death a chaos.

After he had bathed and began to cloth, he started to think about what would truly happen that night. Rowan would be there with his entire army, and he had no idea what to expect. The only thing he knew was that his own Death Eaters were very unskilled compared to he and his sisters. He was hoping that both of them would be there tonight, although he was skeptical about Semella. He didn't know if she was truly a Death Eater or not. He straightened his tie and pulled back his cuffs and looked into the mirror, with his mask on the table beside him. This may be a Halloween ball, but he was not dressed for it. He was being formal, because tonight was formal. This ball was not about fun, not at all. Everyone knew what was going to happen, or at least they assumed the worst. For all Caden knew the fight had already started. He was going on a half hour late. He did not want to look like an idiot if his Death Eaters decided not to show up, and he stood there all by himself. He quickly banished the image from his mind, then picked up his mask and placed it on his face, without the string to go around the back. When he got it to fit perfectly on the back of the head, he tapped his temple and smoke formed around his head, then dissipated and a string took it's place around his head, letting the mask sit on his head perfectly.

When he had everything he needed, he apparated out of his home and to the very edge of Hogsmeade, not ten yards from the gates. He made it up to the giant doors in no time, and wondered silently if the fight really had started. There was no one outside with him, and it seemed deathly silent inside. The fight may be over already. But Caden didn't panic over this, just slowly walked around the corner and hoped everything was alright. He breathed a deep sigh as he saw that nothing had gone wrong...yet. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Let them, for it won't last long he thought as he walked deeper into the hall. He walked past all of the Death Eaters, glad to see that a lot of them had made it on time. He then got to where his sister was, standing next to Rowan and talking to...Malleus? That's what he guessed, but he couldn't be totally positive. Without taking interest in Rowan, Cadenriel looked down at Meissa. "Good to see you Meissa" he said, nodding to her.

[genevieve]

She eyed the boisterous crowd that was near them, each calling out catcalls to Ermerson - and given that she was a geniust, it didn't take her long to figure out his vague answer. "You bear intentions in coming, and it just so happened that there were people coming too. You followed along,"

[/color] she stated plainly, her eyes not searching for a proper answer but rather just a nod to show that what she said was somewhat true. And was the story of his life to the ball, if she had to put it crudely.

She rolled her eyes at his words, before shrugging nonchalantly. "I believe any beverage would be able to provide the same type of release, though. Firewhiskey provides a greater kick, so that would be better."[/color] Her eyes were alight, the idea of sharing information more than attractive to her and there was nothing that tempted her to do otherwise. She had to hide a laugh at his words, although a smile graced her lips at his comment about feet. "Most potions smell worse than that, trust me."[/color] Genevieve realised that she was speaking oddly, and immediately added on in order to explain.

"I work at the Apothecary, you see. I would know. Lacewing flies make a potion smell the worse,"[/color] she offered with a slight smile, recalling how a Potion could be absolutely foul, especially when the flies were the main ingredient. Unfortunately, said potions were always the ones most commonly used in any healing processes, and were found in common remedies. She nodded listlessly as he said that he would have to consume great amounts. "That, or flush it all out."[/color] Moving her hand to grasp his as he extended his own, she nodded at his name.

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[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

Eyeing her from the corner of his eye he raised an eyebrow, wow did he pick a serious one, what would she do when he began walking into things from his inebriation and slurring her words? Tell him off like a naughty school kid and make him stand in the corner? The womanizer in him managed to see the best in the situation and he was grinning again in no time though he gave a slight not to his head. I came because I enjoy being employed so the coach wouldn't have fired him, that was too complicated, but he would have punished his Chaser with worse things than unemployment, there was nothing worse than being forced to sit on the bench and watch as your team ran themselves into the ground without you. Big headed? Emerson? Never.

Ignoring the crowd of revelers he watched her shrug, deciding she did at least provide a welcome distraction even if she wasn't the life of the party. But moments later he decided her words were worth listening to. Widening his eyes he looked down upon her with shock. There's firewhiskey?! it was a genuine question and he sounded like a child that had just heard the best news of the year and no one told me? making a sound that almost sounded like a 'psshh' he regarded the disgusting his liquid that swirled around the glass, with extreme distaste. Man I should have explored more the utterance was more to himself than anything but it was vocalized for the hell of it and his mood began to pick up, now what was in order was a quick march to the refreshments table where he could procure himself a nice bottle of liquid to frazzle the senses in his throat. Turning back to her he wondered if she would be up for such a mission, but decided to leave it until he had at least forced the disgusting wine down his throat, he was going to drink it of course, why waste such a thing? Watching her smile he realized he had actually tickled her with his words, something he guessed was hard to do. Then thank god my business is with brooms and balls and not potions making a face he remembered back to the underground room in this very school, it had never been his best subject and even now the concoctions he had created haunted his dreams.

Letting her continue he pushed one hand deep inside the pocket of his tailored black trousers, his interest reappearing as she opened up slightly. I bet you must smell just delicious at the end of the day the grin on his face showed her was teasing her, but there had to be some truth behind his words, just like he was covered in sweat after a match, she must be covered in god knows what. Letting out a laugh he decided against the advice, inebriation would be worth it. As she took his hand and shook it, he caught her name easily. Well it is a pleasure to meet you Genevieve, and surprisingly enough, he meant it as he matched her heads inclination. Her last utterance however brought a sheepish smile to his face and he let out a rolling chuckle as he scratched the back of his neck slightly nervously. Yeah I suppose they do, though it's not exactly a good thing god how he longed for anonymity at times like this.

[ASHLEY ELIZABETH RIDER]

She looked inside the grate hall. The decoration was beautiful. Magic truly was a wonder in times like these. In other times as well though, and many wizards and witches will never say so, the muggles had fantastic objects as well. Like cell phones for starters or computers. Of course the library at hogwarts was huge but she still frequently got annoyed when she couldn't find anything or when someone else had it for the moment. You never had that problem with wikipedia.

She had seen some old friends of hers. And a few other people, more then a few, who she didn't like so much. She did not get what they were doing here. Sons and daughters of former death eaters, it had been worse enough to go to school with them but that they had returned. Then again they were naturally creepy with their personality. Her date however wasn't, he like her was a muggle born but it still surprised her greatly when he came down the stairs. Looking like peter pan. She had a smile on her face the moment she saw him.

Everyone knew that story right? or rather every muggle and probably muggle born did. Peter pan the boy who will never grow up, and neverland. He came toward her and she got a good look at him. Completely green and of course the hat with a feather. Had he told her she had probably tried to get herself a tinkerbel outfit though she was happy with her dress. "Mr.Charming is over rated anyway." she said.

She gladly let him take her hand. "Peter pan would more then suffice." she let out a little laugh as she continued. "Though allot of people here will just think you are a guy in tights." She looked down for a second and shook her head. Tonight might actually get interesting. "Shall we then Mr.Pan?" she asked him.

[talie]

natalie had already placed all of her weight onto one foot, her arms crossing over her chest. one hip popped and a scowl beneath that mask of her, it was probably rather obvious who she was and where she did not want to be. as a man in a heavy sort of, what she assumed must be, a pirates outfit approached her, her brow quirked. who in their right mind would approach me now? she gave him a hard stare for a moment and her features softened.

she raised a hand and gave a small laugh into her hand. laughing was something that natalie hadn't done in a long time. jasper? is that under all of this? she asked, lifting her hands to feel the available skin under the fake facial hair. she gave another laugh and shook her head amused. she should have thanked jasper for pulling her out of such a sour mood, but it wasn't like her to thank anyone. more unlike her, she was considering this comment might be rude. after all, it would be taking a crack at his costume. perhaps she had a soft spot for jasper. he seemed to be the only person that had never said a crude thing to or about her, after all.

well, as far as she knew.

she sighed and offered a crooked smile. no date. a few offers, but none were worth taking. and you? what about your head girl? it was a question laced by an innuendo.

[VICTOIRE GABRIELLE WEASLEY]

Victoire was busy cataloguing many of the new arrivals in her mind, trying to sort the leaders into one category, the troublemakers into another, and those who might simply be interesting to talk to into the last category. It was mind games like this that made her wish she had simply taken the night off. She wanted to be here as a guest, not a reporter. But she had made her choices and she would stick with them.

She was mentally pouting about this when she felt a tap on her shoulder, and a familiar voice call out her childhood nickname. She probably could’ve placed the voice if she had tried, but going through a list of every possible person who knew her well enough would’ve taken forever. Being a Weasley came with extensive family. So she turned around, curious, to meet a pair of green eyes that were immediately distinguishing. Vee grinned. Even in costume, Albus was easy to identify. Of course, she was, too. It was probably how Albus had found her—not many women were 5’9” and still wore heels, so the fact that her face was obscured by a mask made almost no difference.

“Hey, Al,” she greeted him with a smile. She wasn’t much of a hugger—she saved that for special occasions. But she was genuinely happy to see him, not just because he was someone to talk to. Victoire actually liked most of her cousins, and Albus was no exception. “Nice suit.” She nodded at his ensemble. “But if you want to really disguise yourself, you’ll have to do something about those eyes. They’re a dead giveaway,” she laughed, just in time for Selene Longbottom to spot Albus and give him a greeting that was good deal more friendly than hers had been.

“Good to see you, Selene,” Victoire returned, liking the turn this night had taken so far. She found that she really didn’t want to walk around the room and poke her nose into other people’s business—but then again, she never really wanted to do that. “And I’m not technically working tonight, because the Daily Prophet would never intrude upon people’s personal lives to get a good story.” Victoire rolled her eyes, but smirked. She had signed up for this job, after all. “So they bribed me to give them a brief outline of the events tonight.” She took a moment to raise her eyebrows behind her mask, even though no one could see it. “So Selene, what exactly are you supposed to be?” The round ears were stirring a sense of familiarity, but Victoire couldn’t place it. Her costume wasn’t from the wizarding world, that was for sure, but what good costume was?

[ROSE MOLLY MALFOY]

She had been late from work, there for she had been late at home. And because of that she had been a little bit late on the ball. She had gotten herself home thanks to apparating, she didn't even want to think about it if she had a car. It would have been horrible. And because of that she probably missed her husband, this was fantastic. Her dress was a green one. She was a red head for crying out loud they naturally were good in green. She had pinned up her hair as well. Normally she would do it by hand but because of the lack of time she did it magically. Locking it with a beautiful clip, also in green.

He was probably already there. She sat down on the bed being more then a little annoyed about this fact while she put on her heels. Things were a bit chaotic. At least for her they were. She walked over to the mirror and did her make up, red gloss and red nails. Also perfectly with the dress. She put on her jewels, all matching her dress and then she was ready to go. She walked down to make sure he wasn't there. He was either still at his work or he was there. She threw her head back and sighed. She took a breath before, once again, apparating. The feeling of that was of course horrible but what else was she to do. She arrived a bit away from hogwarts because as everyone knew you couldn't apparate in there.

She placed a warm smile on her face as she walked into the castle. She had lived here for seven years it was strange coming back as a twenty one year old. She somehow felt a little to old for this place, of course it was just for the dance but she couldn't imagine being a teacher here. She stood in the hall way for a moment looking around and greeting some of her former class mates, friends and everything in between. While she was doing that she did notice some people she rather disliked, hated would be a way better word, with passion. She rolled her eyes at them being here.

Though she paid no further notice to it. She did however notice Al and Victoire. Both family of her and Selene who was a college of hers. She was glad that there was someone she could talk about being here. She made her way trough the room that was just filling up with people. She smiled. "Hey Al, Vic, Selene." she said to them. Standing with them was good in a way, she saw her family less then she liked.

[jasper]

The smile ons his face was mistakable, and as he feigned ignorance - "Jasper? You mean the dashingly handsome Carlyle in Slytherin? Can't say I know him!"

[/color] he teased, the humor evident in his voice as he wrapped an arm around the other's shoulders, grinning like a mad man. He was dressed as one, supposedly, so he supposed the grin would complete it. Laughing as she used her hands to touch whatever available skin there was, he gave a mock frown at her when she had seen fit to remove her hands from his face. Not that he minded much - there was something of six years of familiarity that caused him to be completely at ease with the Flint - but he couldn't let Dahlia see him getting felt up by another girl. The situation would be odd, and it wouldn't be polite. He had promised to be her date for tonight, after all. "Yes yes, love, it's me. And easy on the goods, took bloody long to stick this on."[/color] He made a swatting motion at her playfully, laughing lines appearing at his eyes even though he didn't exactly smile.

So she was laughing at him. In comparison to the previous sour attitude before - the scowl was nasty, miss! - it was much better, and Jasper liked it. A sacrifice was worth it, even if it was at his own expense. He would expect repayment one of these days, though, because Jasper wasn't the type to swallow his pride like that. It took very important people to even make him willing to commit such an act. "Good to know someone likes this suit, though,"[/color] Jasper joked, pulling at one of the many attachments to this outfit. It was filled with random gizmos - a compass, too, if he was not wrong - and while bulky, it could be easily removed via a button. Not so bad, in general. Easily removable, in case of any, ah, emergency. Smirking at her as she asked about his Gryffindor friend, he replied in his very French accent, "Oh, somewhere around. I thought I'd cheer up a lovely lady first before I entertain her. I saw the Emerson fellow around, though. Don't let him get to you. Chin up, love!"[/color] Why yes, he certainly knew about Emerson. Jasper had that way of knowing things - he wasn't the gossipy kind, but his roommates certainly were.

And as he finished the sentence, he heard someone calling him, and immediately his head turned, locks whipping against his cheek as he met the icy glare of Dahlia. "I'll come find you later. Don't die without me,"[/color] he smiled at Natalie, his arm giving her a reassuring squeeze, before waving at her as he left, walking in the direction of the lovely girl before him. She wasn't happy, and it showed, by the tone of her voice that she had used to address him. However, ever the optimistic and nonchalant, he didn't flinch at all, calmly moving to face the wrath of the Gryffindor. Or the impending wrath, at least. "Princess, love. So you did find me,"[/color] he said with a smile, his arm immediately winding around her waist as he closed the distance between the two of them. She might swat it away, but Jasper would like to think that he had some muscles at least, from all that strenuous Quidditch workouts. "Didn't doubt you would, of course."[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/justify]