The Annual Halloween Ball!

[DARALIS 'ERIS' AMMON]

It made the bile in her stomach move uneasily to allow her eyes to behold such an obscenity. All those years that she had been made to rot away in the hellish corners of an Azkaban cell and the disgusting throng of people that currently filled the old Hall that had once been part of her home, were allowed to roam free in their masses, enjoying a life of fake superiority just because of a technicality that swam through their blood streams. Now this was something that Daralis would not suffer kindly. Of course she was not innocent of her crimes, but what did it matter when those she had committed were once the Ministry should long have been responsible for.

Beneath the mask that covered her delicate features she sneered, but no one paid any mind to the small blonde witch as she pushed her way through the treacherous crowd with an expression that matched one of a pureblood surrounded by muggles. Above she could see the face of the man that was responsible for her presence. If one had thought the Ammon girl had idolized Pheonix Rowan before, it was nothing to compare to the emotions she felt for him now. The man had broken her from the prison that had been her entire world for four years, not to acknowledge that would be rude. At the sight of him, surveying over the masses of the unworthy, a giggle bubbled forth from her lips, a sound ripped and twisted by hysterics and a fracture of the mind that did not go unheard by those that clamored around her, widening eyes in shock at the strange girl who had changed her course of direction straight through their midst. The amusement continued until she drew equal with the first layer of tables. From here her eyes swept the top pedestal, and the people who stood atop the privileged spot.

As her glittering green eyes, laced with an underlying excitement and hatred that should not be present, swept those figures and settled upon one certain woman who was stood beside her precious leader, hatred shook her very bones. The tall dark figure was unmistakeable, she had not changed much since Eris had been shut behind that locked door, and to see her now, stood so obnoxiously at the side of her 'master' the insult was too much to bear. The wand that had been returned to her through means that she did not alone own, began slipping from the smooth pocket she had added for just this use and the glee and hatred that merged in her eyes was fixed alone for one Meissa Riddle.

It was pure outrage that she stood so proudly beside the Headmaster, no doubt thinking how he did not deserve to be within such close proximity, no doubt thinking how she would love to turn her wand upon him and just say the words. None of this would be allowed to happen. As logic was thrown to the wind, and a erratic smile curled the edge of her rouged lips, another small detail to the outfit she grasped the length of her wand in her hand and gave another audible laugh, this one ripping through more than just the few people tightly packed around her.

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Isaac cracked his knuckles outside, he was alone to this dance it was nothing like he would have expected, he was always such a player but he figured he would find somebody at the dance. It wasn't a bad place to be, he wore a tight fitted button down dress shirt, with a pair of black dress pants. The only thing he had to make himself look like much of a costume was a masquerade mask he had from another former party. He had his hair jelled up into spikes and his wand hidden behind his back under his shirt, this attack would be fun, he wouldn't be at this dance for any other reason. It was going to be a fun time and once Meissa spoke the words the harsh spells would fly through the room killing so many people. With large numbers of death eaters then the headmaster would go down quite easily, it was going to happen so soon the man would never expect it.

Isaac looked around trying to spot a single women in the room, then he saw someone, she looked pretty good, enough for tonight anyways and if she was lucky maybe more. Isaac walked up to her she was a death eater he could tell, almost all death eaters could tell one from the way they presented herself. She was wearing a revealing dress and Isaac liked it, he smirked as he walked up to her letting his presence overwhelm her. He was hot and he knew it, she was a death eater she would be cold and rude, so he figured he wouldn't try sweet talk she would blow it off and laugh.
"Hello my lady, would you join me for a dance on this beautiful dakr night?" Isaac asked with a smirk, his dark clothes would give away his his allegence to her.

Isaac waited looking around the room to see him, the target the enemey, it took everything Isaac had to not pull his wand out and attack then. It would be a rough and difficult battle but with the numbers of death eaters against him it would be an easy fight to win, the only bad thing is the army must be here if he is, and no doubt a few order members as well. Isaac remembered the girl he wanted to dance with as Sire, she was a death eater at the last meeting, and she was a pretty girl. Isaac was single and he loved it, he didn't want a relationship right now girls were always so problematic and filled with drama, but maybe a death eater girl would be different, he hoped anyways, she might be more carefree and less dramatic about everything.

[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

It hadn't taken much of the vile liquid to loosen his tongue and already the taut line of his face had softened into a much more approachable expression. Not that he thought the girl beside him would mind, she seemed the sort for silent seething and dry wit, something Emerson sometimes admired, but a little emotion could go along way. Just as he thought it smiled again, though he guessed it must have pained her in some way to do so from the way she insisted on hiding the little movement from him. Deciding not to point out her horrible attempt at hiding her mirth he straightened the lapels of his suit jacket and gave a small smile, before bursting out with slight laughter at the way she phrased her sentence You sound like that muggle alien thing, yoda Emerson was of course aware that she probably wouldn't know what the hell he was blabbering about but he couldn't help pointing it out. Just because he was a pureblood didn't mean he didn't enjoy a little muggle entertainment now and again, they had particularly good cinemas and strip clubs after all, why waste them?

As she rolled her eyes at his little childish show he gave another low chuckle, if she were to remain with him for much longer she would be faced with many more moments such as that, he was after all, just a little kid at heart, there was no need to grow up in a job like Quidditch, it was just like a game in the orchard from when he was younger! Though her words were in themselves interesting and he raised a jaunty eyebrow at her inquiringly Really? Well I believe you are officially my new best friend, relaying information such as that gains a high status in my life with a careless wink he moved his eyes over to the laden table as he attempted to spot the elusive alcohol. Following her pointed finger he located said booty and more besides and was distracted enough to allow her to pluck the glass from his hand. Though he would have preferred not to waste it, in hind sight it was probably a good thing that she had forced him to stop tasting such awful stuff. I suppose you are right he mused, eyes now lit up with the promise of much more tastier things to make the night fly by.

Turning back to the conversation he gave a small smile and inclined his head towards her at the mention of her hobbies Ex-Ravenclaw right? unlike many of his house, Emerson didn't mind half of the other houses, the half that were female that. He had been a notorious player back in the day, something he was finding it hard to give up, and he had managed to look past a few bad qualities that others wouldn't. The continued subject of the bad smells did not, however interest him so much and he made a smell Let's just say I'm grateful you thought to show for my nostrils sake hoping she wasn't one of the girls that would take an instant offense to such a joking remark he gave another grin. As she smirked once again he had to admit he was slightly surprised, mostly because she had openly allowed him to see the expression.

Well now I'm offended! he countered as she dismissed her potential for becoming a crazed fan girl My autograph is a prized treasure of some I will have you know his tone was matter of fact, but his entire reaction was an utter farce, he didn't care in the slightest that she didn't want it, who would anyway? It was just a big scribble he barely looked at anymore. Feeling the loss of the drink he took up her offer and laced his arm through hers, practically dragging her towards the drinks without a care for her personal space. Good old Emerson.

[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

Dahlia wasn't about to pass up the possibility for escape and with a small grin and a nod towards her captain she moved away from the abandoned Flint girl towards the steadily filling ballroom. Officially the event had only been opened half an hour or so, but already there were people clambouring for places on the dance floor, determined to make the most of the night ahead, even if it meant having to see your parents relive their old memories of schools and romance whilst filled with far too much alcohol. Luckily for Dahlia and Jasper their parents were far too busy being marvelously upper class to attend an event filled with so much riffraff.

It was his hand on her arm in an annoying swat that brought her back from her little observation of the room, a coy smile fixed smoothly on her lips as he spoke in that delicious accent of his. It was strange how, living in a foreign country for so long had made her appreciate the beauty of a French voice much more than she ever would and her strange desire for Jasper when he spoke was just a sign that absence made the heart grow stronger. The smile slipped into a thunderous expression quickly though and Dahlia knew he had expected, and no doubt wanted, such a thing to happen. Rising above such little games she fixed him with a glare before inhaling deeply, a calming breath meant to remind her that she was 18 year old and would not fight for the affection of an arrogant young man. With a snort she almost stopped dead, typical Jasper, unable to concede defeat So you would actually deny me such a small victory for the sake of your ego her words hinted that his answer should be chosen carefully, she was not about to be just another one of his 'girls' and even he couldn't deny there was something about Dahlia that just demanded respect, no matter how he hated to give it.

With a slightly huffy expression she allowed him to press his lips to her cheek though she fought a smile as the delicate fibers of his 'beard and moustache' tickled the smooth surface of her cheek., he had no doubt done it on purpose anyway.

Having already made her escape she gave a fleeting smile, her eyes already sweeping those around her, if he was about to give her complete control then she would definitely make the most of such a rare thing. [color=deeppink[Go back without telling me and I will stick my foot up your rear Carlyle

[/color] there was something in her voice that hinted the threat was not completely idle. Dahlia did not suffer being a fool lightly. As he asked her her opinion she turned to face him, her face slightly blank. If you are trying to taunt some kind of reaction out of me my dear Captain I would cease, I do not want an evening full of games thankyou if he had been anyone else, her words would have been the end of it, but she fully expected a complete rebuttal.

Letting him pull her along, the small feeling over power she gifted him worth the silence his arrogance would demand, she waited for him to pass her her drink and without further a do took a large mouthful. Though many saw the perfectly poised, polished Dahlia De Luca that they were meant to, there was an undeniably roguish side to her personality and though she saved lairy drunk activities for more private parties, she did enjoy a drink or 10. Oh Jasper I thought you'd never allow me control with a teasing wink and a nod she grabbed his loose arm, turning him and directing him in the direction of another girl who stood quite close by. With a grin and a wave she flagged the Ravenclaw down and almost shouted her greeting. MEL!


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[SIRE BLOOD II]

Turning her head as a young man began to speak to her, he was a death eater it was clear to her before she spoke to him.
Dance with him? Who the merlin did she look like...a ball room dancer? Rolling her eyes and attempting a small smile, she looked at the man, he was good looking but then again she didn't expect to attract an ugly little man!
It wasn't best to start a scene yet, perhaps she should go along with this man...whom she had know idea what his name was.

"Of course...If I must!Her smile sweetly sick as she slipped her tender fingers around his neck, linking them, she bit her lip as she looked deep into his eyes, her blue eyes sunk into his own as she gazed at him.
If she were to dance with a man and one that was a death eater, then she'd try and be as irresistible as she could possibly be!

Slipping one hand around his collar and stroking his neck with one of her slender pale fingers.
"You look gorgeous...what is your name young man? Again her fingers wrapped with the others as she smirked at him, her cheeks burning red as she held the man close to her body as she moved slowly.

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[nicholas]

( WHAT DO YOU KNOW )

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"I had quite the crush on Wendy, if you must know,"[/color] Nicholas admitted without a hint of embarrassment at his predicament, a smile playing at his lips as he listened to Ashley's complaints about Wendy. "Plain always did appeal to me, you know,"[/color] he said with a light shrug, before adding with a cheeky smile, "Although I am certainly not averse to this suit on you. You, babe, you look nothing short of fabulous,"[/color] he said with a smile, before bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it once again. "But I must remind you. Tinkerbell and Peter Pan never could be together. A boy and a fairy make a most odd pairing, and I'd rather not think about one of my favorite childhood stories in such a way. Are we in accord?"[/color] he asked good naturedly, before leading them forward slightly, hinting that he certainly would like to dance, given that he was headed in the direction of the dance floor.

"I do think I would have spotted it if he placed it in the Daily Prophet. My guess is to the nobles up there - "[/color] he made a gesture in the direction of Meissa and Albus, the Weasley family known and famed, as were the Potters, "And all the old school alumni. I spotted Genevieve a while back. Quiet girl, brilliant student - you remembe her? She took most of her classes at NEWT level."[/color] He gave Ashley a small smile, somewhat pleased to be reminiscing about his ex-students, as odd as they might be. Some certainly had made an impression on him, and those were the ones he didn't forget easily. Genevieve was simply one of them, as well as the Potter and Weasley kids. There were many, but they made an impact, all of them. Especially one of them, who had an excellent hand with dueling. Giving her a grin when she said he was the first she had seen in tights, he joked, "Well then, I hope I don't disappoint."[/color]

Nodding enthusiastically at her suggestion, he fired back, "Why not? I'd probably look smashing."[/color] Nicholas chuckled at his own egoistic behavior, before promptly continuing on to reply her next question with a nod. "Not the best, I warn you, but I'm pretty good with modern style of dancing. Hip hop and all that, but this ball doesn't seem to be welcoming of such types of dance. As such, I am mediocre at formal dancing. But I do dance."[/color] Extending a hand in her direction, he smiled, pearly white teeth gleaming as he led her onto the dance floor, before effortlessly assuming a stance. "Shall we, Professor?"[/color] Nicholas prompted, before leading and starting with the first step.

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[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

It was hard to hide distaste completely efficiently, and though years of practice should have prepared her for this very moment in time, where she stood presented to all on a pedestal that was too high for her to fall from beside a man that was all too ready to push her. As he spoke she felt the breath catch in her throat, an involuntary reaction that to many would represent fear, lust, or surprise, but for her it was to shock her mind into a suitable reaction before her body took over. The length of her wand was tucked safely only inches away from her, consumed in the deep folds of her dress and hidden between the mounds of her breasts in the shadows her cleavage created. The only hint of respite she felt about the entire situation was the ever comforting presence of the tall dark man at her side, and though his features were heavily disfigured due to the shaggy main of wolf hair and the enormous snout he did not fail to provide her with the constant reminder that she needed to be a good little girl tonight.

As she fixed an icy but perfect smile on her face, and forced words dripping with forced manners from between her taut lips she addressed the Headmaster at her side, keeping her eyes averted from the face that caused her insides to squirm in disgust and her mind to scream out in defiance. This man wanted her dead? Wanted her blood line dead? What right did he have to judge those that were above him, he should kneel at the very feet of those he pursued with fervency and cruelty, to suggest he had a right to gaze upon the fast flowing blood he spilled from the pale flesh of those witches and wizards who had gained their magic from generations before them, and could trace their lineage back to the dawn of time was down right laughable. Going well, of course with the new break out at Azkaban our lives have become increasingly more... hectic

[/b] she paused briefly between words and refused to allow herself the brief glimpse at his eyes, no doubt triumph would be reflected there, Meissa was no fool, she knew who had once resided in those empty cells in that prison. She knew what little generals he had re-recruited.

Fixing her eyes on the spot ahead of her, she waited for the taunting words of Rowan to reach her ears, just another test for her to complete this evening, and just another jolt to her pride. The false smile she provided at his almost attempted joke as obsolete and she glanced side ways at the general who stood sentinel at her side, catching his eye for a moment before turning back to the crowd.

Around them the hall filled up, as was of course expected, but amongst those smiling faces and expectant eyes, she saw the real stars of the show. Snaking their way through the throngs of students and neutrals, order members and traitors, were her loyal followers, those that had remained behind when her Father had been forced behind those bars that were never meant to hold someone of his caliber. From here she could still see Geoffrey, and the young Goyle who had chosen to approach Sire, none of these little games interested her, and she quickly transferred her gaze to the dark haired man who was approaching her from in front. A rare smile settled into place of her rouged lips and she gifted a nod upon her male counterpart as her older brother settled beside her. Good evening Cadenriel she countered, her mood elevating at the presence of the two most important males in her life. Enjoying yourself? how ironic, of course he was hating every minute of it.
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[genevieve]

"I admit to being familiar with the show Star Wars,"

[/color] she said simply, a look of nonchalance on her face when he commented that she sounded dreadfully like the little alien master that was in the show. It wasn't a very accurate description, considering in terms of height she was rather tall for her age, not a petite figure that most would expect from a girl like her. Compared to Yoda, she would be at least two and a half times his height. Nonetheless, she presumed that he was from a Muggle background, to speak of such films she had only discovered by chance in the family's archives. Ah, well, that was perhaps another ground point, save the fact that Genevieve looked like she was from a completely magical background that most people didn't know she was actually from a Muggle background, despite bearing the status of half-blood.

She conceded, a smile breaking from her mask and assuming its place over her face. "That is a most odd way to make friends, as I'm sure you're familiar with, Mister Quidditch Star,"[/color] she replied dryly, though her sense of humor was most certainly not gone and at the very least, she wasn't outright chiding him. That was worst, most definitely, and she really didn't want to seem to be like an ungrateful brat at the other's rather kind words. Only kind, though, if they were sincere in their attempt and was not a move to try and mock or tease her. She didn't hold such behaviors in high esteem.

He seemed to be able to pinpoint her rather easily, and she found herself confessing to the identity of her ex-house easily. "Is it that obvious,"[/color] she questioned in a murmur, although she wouldn't deny her house heritage. While she never displayed great house loyalty, the girl was proud to do her house good, especially considering she was the brightest in the school in her graduating year. Top honors and what not, and at the age of eighteen taking double degrees already. It was considered a feat for someone that young, and she supposed she was only surpassed by the genius that she called the Headmaster. He was a child prodigy, though, and she wouldn't argue.

Picking up a glass from the table and handing it to him, she too followed suit, keeping that one for herself as she looked at the Firewhiskey. "Pity sir, I couldn't care less. Now cheers to your worthless autograph in my eyes,"[/color] she humored him, before clinking glasses with Emerson and taking a sip of her drink. When she was done, she continued their previous conversation that had been halted momentarily due to their need to indulge in beverages. "If you did want to give it out to people, I could rattle names off for you. There were crazy Quidditch fanatics in Ravenclaw, if you must know. The Captain of the team especially, he had high esteem for you. Well, the captain in my year, so you might not be familiar with him."[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size][/justify]

[ASHLEY ELIZABETH RIDER]

She could nearly see it. Nicholas as a boy having a crush on Wendy. Of course that would be possibly the same time she'd be foolish enough to believe in fairy tails and stuff like that. The whole knight in shining armor deal was something she probably liked as well in those days. The idea of him having a crush on Wendy did amuse her though. “You are absolutely right.” of course it would be weird if peter pan and tinkerbell were together. But she still wasn't, and never would be for that matter, a fan of Wendy's choice of clothing.

He was right. There were allot of well known wizards here. She had recognized quite a few order members as well. But his name for them was a little ridiculous. Nobles, the wizarding words had pure bloods, half bloods and muggle borns. Maybe some of them, meissa for sure, saw themselves above everyone else, and in a way as a noble, but she knew others certainly didn't. She found the whole system rubbish of course. She was a muggle born and she didn't mind it actually. She had been looked down upon from when she first arrived here but she pulled trough and those who thought they were better, that was their stupid opinion right?

Indeed she had seen more graduated witches and wizards then actual students of hers. Of course Ashley hadn't been teaching for a long while but she loved her job and she nodded at the mentioning of Genevieve. “Isn't she doing something with potions now?” she asked him. He clearly knew more about her then she did. She knew a few of her friends back when she was a student and a few of her students that were, just brilliant and there was no other word for it, or were with the order. As she saw them then frequently.

Nicholas certainly had an ego. He probably did look, as he said it, smashing as Robin Hood but the way he put it was rather egoistic. “You, Nicholas, certainly did not disapoint” Yes her knowledge of men in tights waslimitedd. But that did not mean she didn't know a thing or two when a man did look smashing. He certainly did. “No problem Professor” she stated. “MaybeI'lll teach you some moreclassicall dances.” Because of her parents she had learned how to dance appropriatelyy' for feasts like these. That did not mean that she wasn't aware of moder dances.

“We shall” She did like dancing. Ashley had spend a good part of her life before eleven inridiculouss dresses and at annoying parties. Balls as her parents had called them. If they'd see her now they'd have a heart attack from her dress and gofish mouthh from the great hall. She let Nicholas lead the way as he was the man.

[SELENE MIRELA LONGBOTTOM]

With a scoff on her lips and her hands already out, Selene swatted Albus lightly on the chest, eyes brimming with mock indignation. Stop taking the piss out of my outfit, Potter she teasingly placed emphasis on his last name before gifting him with a wide grin. As he swatted her back, the potential for a war began and even as he slipped an arm over her shoulders trying to restrain her she tilted her face to his and stuck her tongue out childishly. No husband could handle me she finished in a matter of fact way. She was only 20 anyway, when Victoire and Albus got hitched, then she would start to worry.

Listening to the light banter between Albus ad Victoire she remained with a pleasant if slightly dreamy expression on her face, waiting for a moment when she could contribute. Though usually it didn't matter to her, she was known for her tendencies to speak first, think later. After all this time though, these people had accepted said personality trait as a given and didn't even note it any more. When Vee addressed her she rolled her eyes visibly and let out a groan Are you kidding me? I'm barely keeping upright in these with an exasperated tone she threw her hands down to gesture wildly at her bright pink high heels. Nevermind if I had tight fabric around my legs it would have been a near disaster, but she was happy with what she chosen, whether Albus wanted to tease her or not.

When Rose spoke she gave another bright smile, glad that another would be familiar with her slightly random costume choice Thanks Rose, you look great! as a dark haired figure appeared behind them she gave a polite nod, greeting Scorpius smoothly with Evening Mr Malfoy using his second name in a jokey tone in an attempt to ease any tension. It was easier for Selene to accept Rose and Scorpius, she was younger than the group after all, if only by a year and she didn't find it hard to accept inter house relationships.

Her attention was snagged once more as the comments about her 'Mickey' flooded in and she let out a laugh, slightly too loud for 'formal' occasions but in a way that was simply Selene. Whether Mickey turns up or not I am no booty call adding a touch of fake attitude to her words she remained serious for a moment before dissolving into herself and muttering with a exasperation I wish of course she was teasing, she had slightly more self respect than that, but some male attention wouldn't go amiss. Addressing Victoire again she grinned The mice rule. she had always been a hopeless Disney fan.

Free of Albus she tossed her hair slightly in a good imitation of those Slytherin girls back in the day and finally realised maybe they had a reason, though she doubted they wanted to untangle their curls from a giant pair of mouse ears. Watching Albus pretend he was important she giggled, returning to the conversation. Nah you're too feminine to look dashing Al, I'm with Scorpius on this one, very lovely indeed with a sweet smile she batted her eyelashes up at the taller man.

[VICTOIRE GABRIELLE WEASLEY]

“Thank you, Rose,” Victoire said, accepting her compliment with a little smile. Of course, it was easy to look your best when you were wearing expensive clothes. Victoire might be considered shallow for this little quirk of hers, but she felt better and more confident the better she was dressed. It was just who she was, as vain as it may seem. “Good to see you, Scorpius,” Victoire greeted her cousin’s husband as he arrived. She smiled at him as she did so, because she honestly had no reason to dislike him. She didn’t know him very well, but the fact that Rose married him was enough for Victoire to believe the best of his character. She wasn’t really one to judge based on what background someone came from—she thought that actions would speak for themselves.

Turning back to Albus, she gave a little grin. “Well, regardless of how you found me, I’m glad you did. It’s good to catch up with all of you.” She couldn’t deny the truth of Al’s statement, seeing as the way someone held themselves was often more of a giveaway than the color of their hair or what they were wearing. Then, as Al made his comment about there being no pictures, she rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Please, Al, it won’t be a problem to leave the cameras behind. I have no desire to show the world how messily my cousin may or may not live.” Being related to all the Potters, Vee found it difficult to understand why so many people wanted to know everything about them. It was odd, because she knew them as people, not celebrities or icons, and yet there were many people she worked with who felt otherwise.

Vee’s grin grew as Selene admitted to having trouble walking in heels. Personally, Victoire had grown out of that problem long ago—having such an affinity for shoes and clothes, she’d taught herself how to properly balance. But she could understand the younger girl’s problem, because heels could still be a pain even now. Then, as Selene continued, Victoire let out a little laugh. “Well, I know a few guys in this room, so if you really want me to turn you into a booty call…” Vee drifted off, humor in her voice, because she had no intention of doing such a thing even if Selene had been serious.

Victoire was momentarily distracted by movement near Meissa Riddle and Headmaster Rowan, but from her vantage point she could make out very little. Still, she could’ve bet that something big was coming, so she kept the two prominent figures in her line of sight as she tried to pull herself back into the conversation. “Oh, I have to side with Selene and Scorpius,” Victoire laughed, patting Al’s cheek as if he were just an adorable little boy. “You’re just such a lovely boy.”

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Isaac was taken by surprise at the gentleness of the Death Eater women, she was sexy yet nice, she didn't look as if darkness rested in her heart. He could feel it deep down in her heart, yet on the outside she was just a normal as anyone else in this room. She was very good at hiding her true heritage, especially around all of these people, some as good as can be. The thing Isaac hated the most was seeing people he wanted to kill all around him, Weasley's, and Longbottom's, it was sick to be in the same room as them. Isaac's eyes were tight slits then he remembered about the girl in front of them, his thoughts only made her wait a few seconds.

"Your such a beautiful young woman," Isaac smiled as their eyes fell into each others, her arms wrapped around Isaac's strong neck. Isaac moved his hands to the girls hips she had a nice body, I wonder if I can get lucky tonight. She was being so seductive to wards him and Isaac wanted to pick her up and take her home right away. The only thing that was stopping him was the reason he had come to this dance, Meissa. This attack was taking forever, Isaac's hand was rubbing the woman's lower back as her finger rubbed his neck, she was sending so many signals to him. There was just one problem with Isaac, he could never read if signals were false, or if she really wanted him.

"My name would be Isaac Draco Goyle, and thank you for the compliment my fair lady, you are gorgeous yourself," Isaac shot his smile at her as he pulled her in closer, this could come in a bad or good way. With Isaac this close, if she did anything to erotic Isaac's lower areas would react and the woman would feel it.
"Well, what is your name beautiful?" Isaac smiled as the blush on her cheek wasn't just makeup she was really enjoying her time, or at least Isaac thought. He didn't mind being with this woman for quite awhile, their bodies swayed on the dance floor. Isaac moved his hand a little lower down her back watching her reaction to see if he could move a little lower.

[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

Raising his glass he paused for a moment and surveyed her over the rim, raising an eyebrow towards the dark mass of hair he had neglected to cut for the past few weeks. He would really have to see to that, it hindered his flying, though he had heard it was a preposterous notion. Now he pushed it to the back of his mind though and fixed his eyes on the dark haired woman in front of him. Oh are you now? Well I have to admit it's a nice thing to hear he had heard many a time that his interest in muggle films was not a good side to his personality but he didn't really see why it tarnished his pureblood heritage to sit down every once and a while and watch a film that was entertaining. From her expression however he guessed her annoyance was not so much that he watched such things, but that he had suggested she sounded like a little green man. A loose grin had already split his face and he flashed perfect glittering teeth at her in his amusement, which even he had to admit was attributed to the amount of alcohol he had imbibed. Not bothering to give reasons for his knowledge of such things he instead carried on, catching the smile that appeared on her face once more, as if it had fought for place on her lips.

With a shrug at her words he did not remove the grin from his face, if anything the twinkle in his eyes grew and the smile extended I hear no complaints Potions Mistress he teased, in all honesty, alcohol seemed like one of the perfect ways to make friends, they were usually honest friends after all, and more often than not they did not extend beyond the morning, perfect. Not that he wanted to suggest he did not want to remember meeting such a charming young lady this evening. Ignoring the tone which she took with him he nudged her slightly with his elbow, being careful no to poke too hard in his inebriated state. Emerson was more than aware that she was teasing him, and though he did have the ego the size of a small country he did also have a playful side, Slytherin or not he had the ability to take a joke, something that was rare amongst his housemates, current or former.

Moving smoothly onto the subject of houses he gave another non committal shrug, he had always had the knack for weeding out people's core personality points, it helped him turn his back on girls that were out to cause trouble, or toss those that only wanted him for a night out of his bed, though he had to admit it had other interesting plus sides. You say it's like a bad thing, I would be proud to exhibit the qualities of my house he was almost sincere with his statement but after a low rolling chuckle he altered his statement Well you know, only the best, I do love my own house but I don't particularly want to be placed with a few of the people that are readily attributed to the Slytherin name

[/b] that very reason was why he had not jumped to pledge himself to the cause that many of his friends had, that and the serious threat to his career at large.

Accepting the next offering he wasted no time in taking another large mouthful, fighting the urge to give a loud 'ahh,' fearing it would come out overly comical. Turning back to her he heard her speak, and pricked his ears once more. With another laugh he held out his glass and clinked obediently with her own, taking no offense easily to her words. Listening to the list he felt his eyes roll heavenwards I thank you, you just gave me a very detailed list of people to avoid this evening and with a quick wink he took another mouthful.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[SEMELLA ECHO RIDDLE]

SHE WANTS TO TOUCH ME WOO OOH

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Lord. How many times had Semella donned a lovely gown and masked her face in preparation for a ball that always had some sort of hidden agenda. Though Semella could not deny that she occasionally enjoyed dolling up and walking about, seeing the reactions from those surrounding her; unaware of who she is. Only aware of her beauty and captivating eyes. This was Semella's favorite part, finding those who could not place where they'd seen those eyes ... until they were so enthralled in her deep green pools that they didn't see the kill coming. A trait she had to thank her mother for passing onto her.

Whilst her eyes scanned the ballroom, making mental notes of her target's locations and the other Death Eaters, Semella's hand absent-mindedly plucked a glass of champagne off the passing tray. Bringing the glass to her lips slowly Semella continued to walk around, her heels hitting the tile to the beat of the music that pulsed throughout the party. After all, what was a party without music? After securing the locations of her targets, tuning into their minds to be sure she could find them without fail, Semella then began searching for Albus. Her date for the evening. The man had known her for years and been her friend through many family dramatics and the like; how could she say no to someone who understood her so well?

Sighing gently Semella found a pillar to lean against while she swirled the bubbly liquid about in her glass. Wondering how her sister was enjoying the evening. Such things weren't exactly unheard of in the Riddle household, but then again, how many parties had they been to that weren't destined to head for bloodshed? Oh that's right, none. Biting down gently on her lower lip Semella finished off the glass and reached for another. Someone passing by just in the nic of time for her to slip her fingers around the slender form of the champagne glass. Such a simple drink, though this would be her last. There were matters at hand that needed to be attended to. Finding her sister's gaze she smiled coyly. There was no need for either of them to remove masks to know the other was there.

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LYRICS DON'T TRUST ME BY 3OH!3
OUTFIT click !
STATUS finished !
TAG meissa/death eaters/emerson/anyone
NOTES Let the blood bath begin !
CREDITS CAN YOU FEEL THE PRESSURE !?

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