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Post by michael on Nov 9, 2009 2:55:05 GMT -5
 all's well that ends well...[/color][/right] Mike sighed as he walked into the ball, clad in white shoes, a white shirt, white pants, white jacket and hat. He glanced around, his blue eyes surveying the crowd of people all clad in white. It seemed strange to him to require everyone to be in white, but hey. Tis the season, right?
Mike noticed how exquisite the decorations were as he walked into a corner where there was practically no one. The ceiling had been enchanted to make it seem as if it was snowing, and the tables and chairs were made of never-melting ice. It was extravagant, to say the least. He surveyed the crowd as he leaned up against the wall, once again wishing his brother were there.
As Mike looked around, he spotted teachers as well as students, and many fellow death eaters. He considered going up to one of them and striking up a conversation, but thought better of it and stayed where he was standing. No one knew him as the kind to socialize with, let alone join, the death eaters, and Mike would like to keep it that way. |
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Post by victoriaharker on Nov 13, 2009 12:54:20 GMT -5
(ooc: my computer charger has disappeared so i will post as much as my blinking battery light will let me) Why did she offer to be a shaperone again this dance? The Hallow's Eve dance was disaster for her. Everyone avoided her. But... she had tried to be more friendly in the past couple of months and she hoped that that would increase her chances of at lease having people stop and say hello or something. For now she sat away in her own corner. She hated the color white, and the light was the worst part of wearing it. She had to stay tucked away in the corner. Thank god they were dimming the lights once more people got here. She sighed and leaned back against the wall and looked down at her dress. Her Aunt had heard about the dance and was all excited and sent her the best dress she could afford. Which was quite a nice one. The cross along the back was a little cold. There was an ice table next to her and that's what she figured was making her cold. She slipped a ways away, shadow permitting. She looked up and around, there were a lot of people there all ready and she was happy to see that they were having a good time, but there was one kid that seemed to not want anything to do with the dance. She was in a white suit and he came to the same back corner as she was in. She watched him for a moment and then half the candles blew out. It was now dark enough for her to venture out of her corner. She picked up some of her dress and walked out to stand next to his table. She smiled lightly at him and then asked, "Are you waiting for someone?" It was strange to see him sitting there not with anyone or really looking for anyone. So she wondered if he was waiting. She hoped she had not startled him by just popping out of the shadows and being next to the table he was at. ________________ [ Dress] |
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Post by michael on Dec 10, 2009 4:23:37 GMT -5
Mike sighed, not wanting to be in this room anymore. The candles had just dimmed greatly, and he was grateful for the added darkness. It made him feel more comfortable. The loud music, however, was giving him a headache. He began to wish he had brought a date...but alas, he had not thought ahead to this moment and therefore had not asked anyone.
He was getting lost in his thoughts when someone approached him and asked if he was waiting for someone. He shook his head, looking up at the woman who was standing over him. It was one of the professors, Victoria Harker. Mike smiled slightly. "Nope. Would you like to sit down?" He asked, motioning towards one of the many open chairs around the table, hoping she would accept his offer. |
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Post by victoriaharker on Dec 13, 2009 20:24:58 GMT -5
A sigh escaped his lips and she knew that that was the answer to her question. But he turned to look at her and only confirmed that and then he offered her a seat. Which was unexpected. She smiled lightly and nodded to him, taking the seat next to his and settling down, crossing one leg over the other. She had not expected to be sitting with a student, but it was company that she should have never the less. She looked over at him and nodded once to him, "Thank you," she paused and looked around for a moment and then her eyes fell back on him. "May I ask what you are doing here without a date? It seems that everyone is paired up...?" she was meerly curious. Of course, he didn't have to tell her why he wasn't. But maybe a bad break-up just happened and he needed someone to talk to.
It was weird how she got herself into all those situations, being the mentor for so many, but she was not going to lie: she liked it. She awaited his answer and wondered what he was going to say.
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