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Post by slytheringal on Oct 30, 2011 16:20:30 GMT -5
Alexis made her way over to the buffet table when Draco showed up. He had been her childhood friend since she could remember, and even though he was a Slytherin and she a Gryffindor, they still talked some. "Hey Draco, love your costume. It fits your personality," she replied smiling as she grabbed some punch and watched to see who else entered the Great Hall. A lot of Slytherins were making their entrance, which did not bother Alexis for she had a lot of friends in Slytherin, more so than Gryffindor or any other house. The only person that she perhaps clashed with was Astoria and that was just because they liked the same person, Draco. But she still talked to her and said hi to her. When Astoria did walk in and make her way to Draco, Alexis smiled in her direction and said, "Hey Astoria."
She noticed her father walk in as the phantom and kind of have a disgusted look on his face when he spotted her in her choice of costume, which, at that point, Alexis was having fun and wanted to wear whatever she wanted. She figured, by tomorrow, she would get asked questions by him of what she was thinking wearing what she was wearing. Other than that, she was having fun and wondered what Ro would be wearing. She spotted Stella when she shouted her name, "Stella Buckley! How are you? It seems I have seen you in ages." Which it had seemed forever since they had hung out, and Alexis had not said anything about that kiss Stella and Greg shared in the hospital wing.
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Post by sarah on Oct 30, 2011 16:37:14 GMT -5
Sarah had spent all afternoon getting ready for the ball, all afternoon thinking about him, thinking of the man she loved and respected above all. This was what she thought as she glanced in the mirror the beautiful dress she would wear the night of Halloween. dressmaskShe put that mask that covered her face, perfect. Smoothed her long skirt of her dress and left the room to meet with Severus at the halloween party. Sarah greeted the students she met on her way. When she entered the great hall, she smiled to see how everything was decorated, pumpkins and floating candles, candy, punch, masks, costumes. Everything was very beautiful. Sarah took the long skirt of her dress and looked so nervous Severus, until her eyes saw him. Her heart stopped, he was incredibly attractive, he was wearing the Phantom of the Opera!. This was a surprise because she was dressed Christine Daee, the couple's Phantom of the Opera. She decided to go after him and give him a surprise ... "Who am I ? ". Said in his ear so insinuating, she covered his eyes closed her body against him. "I see the phantom of the opera has found his beloved ..."
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Post by DRACO MALFOY on Oct 30, 2011 17:23:54 GMT -5
Draco stood there watching all of the finishing touches go up. He saw Astoria enter and he looked over her dress liking the way the cross stood out along along with the part in the front of the dress. It was pretty and showed off her legs. For some odd reason, this dress reminded him of the dress she had tried on for him in Knockturn alley. He did not understand why. This dress had nothing in common tom the other but still, that was what he thought of.
Draco straightened up and would have moved up to her when Alec joined him. Draco smirked playfully When Alec said. "Hey, Draco, love the costume. It definitely suits your personality," I certainly did. Draco looked over the cape Alec wore. "It's quite clear who you are supposed to be minus the mask." Draco said with a small laugh. Draco would never had had the nerve to wear something that resembled a Deatheater so closely.
Draco watched as Alec looked away and the blond followed his gaze to Alexis. That was a battle Draco wanted nothing to do with. Snape was going to flip over what his daughter was wearing. Draco looked down when Alexis started for him. He made a mental note to keep his mouth shut about her costume. He did not need her going off on him.
"Hey Draco, love your costume. It fits your personality," She told him and Draco had to laugh. How many times was he going to hear that tonight? Draco looked up when Astoria approached. He smiled at Astoria softly. That was when the Gryffindor hurried over and right in front of Draco, hugged Alexis. Draco scowled. This the girl that Greg was falling for... Draco snarled and then pushed between the two girls bringing Astoria with him.
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Post by Severus Snape on Oct 30, 2011 20:34:38 GMT -5
"Good evening Headmaster. Turning in to be a nice turn out so far. The band is about to start playing here in about a half hour, and it turns out, that I believe Lorcan D'Eath will be playing too. I am sure the girls will be thrilled to see him." Damien told him and Severus nodded his head. Severus sighed now. He could already feel the migraine setting in. This was going to be a very long night. Screaming and drooling females. But what really could he do? The students needed to have bouts of release to keep them sane. Even if it drove him insane in the process.
A hand suddenly came down over his eyes and Severus started slightly. Seconds later Severus knew who was behind him. He could smell her scent. "Who am I ? ". Sarah asked and a ghost of a smile formed on his pale lips. "I see the phantom of the opera has found his beloved ..." Sarah was both happy that she was here at last but also embarrassed by how close she stood to him. He could feel her pressed up behind him.
Severus reached up with one hand and took her hand in his. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "Mrs Hollander." He murmured turning to face the woman now. Severus looked down upon her with fondness in his dark eyes. He looked over her costume. She was Christine. She could not possibly have known that he was going to be the Phantom and yet, she was his perfect match. "You look breathtaking." He finally told her.
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Post by Astoria Greengrass on Oct 30, 2011 21:14:01 GMT -5
Astoria nodded politely to Alexis and returned her greeting. The girl looked good, there was no denying it. Astoria would have complimented her, but then the Gryffindor girl came out of nowhere and she watched as they ran to meet each other. She was secretly glad, to be honest. Seeing Alexis looking that sexy around Draco had made her slightly jealous. She was like the knockout Gryffindor version of Daphne.
Her head snapped up when Draco snarled suddenly and pulled her along with him. She looked back over her shoulder once before keeping pace. Astoria usually didn't keep up with all of the inter-House gossip. She had no idea who the girl with Alexis was, only that she seemed to know the other very well and be good mates. But that didn't explain why Draco had reacted the way he did...
Astoria moved her hand to Draco's shoulder as she walked away with him, rubbing gently. She didn't ask him to clarify. She knew that if he wanted to tell her then he would. For now she just led him over to one of the round tables a little way off and let him calm down.
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Post by tmthao on Oct 31, 2011 11:48:01 GMT -5
[/i] crowds of people. So why in the hell he was going to the Masquerade Ball was a (badwordthatstartswithanF) mystery to the sixth year boy. Rather slowly, he finally made his way Great Hall, which he knew would be all "done up" for the special occasion. Entering, he saw that there was more Slytherins than any other houses. He had reconized most of them, though the people in the houses he didn't know. Nor did he care to know either. Sighing, he walked over to the crowd of people gathered around the punch bowl and slipped around them, avoiding any physical contact with them, afraid to get their "diseases." He carried his cup of the red liquid and quickly got away from the group, found a table that wasn't occupied and sat down. He took a sip and scaned the room once more. He had saw (and heard) The Weird Sister preforming. He had never been much of a fan of theirs. But no matter because another sight bothered him worse. Easily spotting Draco Malfoy by his white blond hair, Adrian grimaced slightly. Draco was dragging some brunette girl Adrian knew only as Astoria away from a crowd of people. Typical Malfoy, has to drag a girl around to get her attention, Adrian thought and smirked. He took another gulp of his punch and ran a hand through his messy black hair and sighed, hoping someone worth his time would show up. Costume: i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss37/gothvamp_2009/mens_gothic_vampire_costume_08.jpgMask: i590.photobucket.com/albums/ss345/Jon_MW_16/Halloween/TheVampireDiaries209Masquerade6.jpg[/ul][/font]
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Post by sarah on Oct 31, 2011 20:41:49 GMT -5
When he took his hand, sarah through her body felt a chill, she could only feel that with him, alone with him, the man she secretly loved even though he had read her eyes and know her feelings, she did not had confessed. What she had was one thing clear was that she would fight for him and be with him if he allowed it. He had been the only man who had not treated like a piece of meat as had made every man who had tried something with her after the death of her husband and they had failed in the attempt.
Sarah looked into his eyes when he kissed her hand in a way she never expected. "Professor Snape" Murmured a soft voice without separating of his eyes, black and dark. For an instant, for her,everything disappeared until the two of them left the room. She blushed when he looked over her custome and said she was breathtaking. "Thank you, Severus. You look really impressive".
The different colored eyes traveled from bottom to top for more visibility and admire his body big and strong. He was the Phantom of the Opera for her. "I did not know you were going to dress up as the ghost, Severus. This has been a coincidence that ... I liked it" Smiled having tempted to take his arm. She looked at all the young, the band would start shortly, blaring music to the ears, she did not like and would have a horrible headache. That night was for the students of Hogwarts. She wanted to be peaceful, listening to music, slow dancing or drinking elf wine before the fire, but always with him. "Oh, do not tell me you have a lot of noise now?"
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Post by nymphadoratonks on Nov 1, 2011 14:03:17 GMT -5
In this day and age, nowhere was safe, especially not Hogwarts. Through this knowledge, the order had established a system of careful supervision of the students. Since polyjuice was risky and it’s effects wore off rapidly, it was determined that Tonks would take the form of a student, on occasion to check up on things. The order had several contacts within the school, one being Dumbledore’s army and the other being the unspoken and wandless magic teacher Lucifer Samael. However, mail was being checked and fireplaces protected by charms against the use of flu powder. Tonks’ role was to pass messages between the contact and the Order, in person, to assure safety. The perfect spy, her metamorphmagi abilities allowed her to remain absolutely incognito. Although every visit had the young witch flirting with death, they were necessary. During her last visit, her informants within Dumbledore’s army had suggested that she attend the masquerade ball since it would be a perfect time to pass unnoticed amidst the chaos and excitement. Despite being amongst death eaters, it was risk to take for the greater good. She'd hesitated, knowing the danger of her attendance to this event. However, she was sold the moment that she heard that the Weird Sisters were performing live.
Getting ready had not taken long. Before her mirror, an hour before disapperating, Tonks had planned her secret identity. Each time it was different, so that nobody would suspect. As she had stood contemplating herself, she’d decided to start with the face. She’d watched her features stretch and compress as her forehead shrunk slightly, her jaw became less sharp as the corners of her face were rounded and finally, her chin rounded slightly, giving her an oval face as opposed to it’s general heart shape. Next, she had watched as her eyes gradually enlarged and her lashes grew longer and thicker sprouting from the delicate skin of her eyelids, giving her a doe-eyed look. With a blink, her eyes opened to reveal shining turquoise-blue irises. She already looked much different that her usual chosen appearance, however, to the trained eye, she was still herself. Then, like a plant stretching towards the sun, Tonk’s nose stretched upward, it’s sides stretching inwards, making it slender and elegant. Lips then became fuller, the Cupid’s bow becoming more pointed. Tonk’s pale skin darkened a half tone, as if slightly bronzed by the sun and a splattering of freckles spread across her nose, first barely visible, eventually darkening. Tonks contemplated the stranger staring back at her in the mirror. Her face was no longer recognizable. Now, however, her stature and hair had to change. Slowly, her limbs stretched and compressed up and down, giving her another four inches in height and sliming her down. Finally, her bubblegum pink hair turned orange, yellow and then golden as loose curls cascaded down to mid-back.
Turning then away from the mirror, Tonks pulled up the costume she had chosen, struggled with the zipper and finally adjusted the top until the dress hugged her new form in the right places. She had planned her body type according to the last dress that had been left in the store. Truthfully, she’d been looking forwards to this “errand”. Tonks loved parties and especially costumes. The one she’d chosen was an artistic and funky, industrial-chic steampunk dress and a black mask with a few cogs at the corners. It was perfect and fit her exuberant personality. Unfortunately, tonight she would not be tonks but a made-up student.
Therefore, she had determined that tonight she would be Amata Damours, the name a discrete clue to her identity for her informants. Amata was the name of the heartbroken witch who married the muggle Sir Luckless, in Beedle the Bard’s tale The Fountain of Fair Fortune. Every secret identity she chose had something to do with one of Beedle the Bard’s tales; it was how the right people knew who to look for. Today, she was to be feisty and talkative Gryffindor, she had decided. Last time she’d been a Ravenclaw and though she admired the house’s intellectuality, it was such a bore to be one! Gryffindor’s were much more interesting by far, her heart, however would always belong to her own house, Hufflepuff.
She'd apperated before a secret entrance, through hogsmeade into Hogwarts. Found on the marauder's map, the order was aware of this entrance so that it may be used when needed. It was by using this entrance that she passed into the school unnoticed. Tonks, or rather Amata was just another student among hundreds, although the number had decreased since Voldemort's rise to power. It still was far from safe to be there but she aroused less suspicion.
As she walked through the mighty doors of the great hall, she was first delighted by the ambiance. Whoever had decorated the hall had nailed the aspect of Halloween festivity. Despite this, her mood darkened as she looked at the room’s occupants. Damian, a deatheater, she knew, with tremendous skill and cunning, then Severus, Dumbledore’s murdered. Her had itched to take hold of her wand, but the young witch resisted. Next, she saw Draco, near the punchbowl. Decidedly, it would be difficult to keep a cool head tonight.
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Post by Jewels Avery on Nov 1, 2011 20:48:07 GMT -5
Costume www.starcostumes.com/lgimages/R90862.jpgMask www.socaldesignco.com/cart/images/P/855GalaMetalloSolidGold_reg.jpgJewels was careful with the skirt of the dress as she moved down the stairs to the Foyer and the Great Hall. Dressed as Anne Boleyn, her dress was elaborate and heavy. All of the material was hand made including the old fashion head dress. The only thing that differed from the Boleyn costume was the gold necklace around her neck. Anne's was a 'B' but Jewels wore an 'A'. When she stepped into the Great Hall, Jewel's looked around. There were not a lot of people here but she had passed a number of students on her way in. Jewels at first did not see anyone she knew. She moved to a table near the stage and then sat. Jewels wanted to be close to the band. She had heard about the weird sisters but had never seen them live. She could not wait. From what the other girls in Ravenclaw had said, one of the singers were really cute. She looked around the large room now and her eyes fell on Adrian. Jewles felt a soft smile on her face. She quickly wiped it away though. Jewels was not the type to make it overly obvious that she liked someone.
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Post by damien on Nov 2, 2011 18:52:24 GMT -5
Damien thought about letting Taylor's no costume slide this time, but also figured that the headmaster would go make him changed probably and Damien did not want to play favorites. "Mr. Singh, it will only take you a matter of minutes to go find a costume and change. I advise that you do so," Damien replied as he continued to make his rounds around the Great Hall, making sure other students behaved. He noticed Dr. Hollander walk in and go straight over towards Snape, but Damien did not interfere. He knew that there was something going on between those two and figured it best to leave the pair alone.
As he walked around the room, he came to a complete halt when some student whom he did not recognize walked into the Great Hall. There was something about this student that he did not trust about them, but he just figured that they were here to enjoy the dance like everyone else and so he continued walking and making his rounds. He, however, kept a close watch on them.
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Post by slytheringal on Nov 2, 2011 18:56:48 GMT -5
Alexis watched at Astoria and Draco walked away, and she knew why...it was because of Stella. Alexis had known and thought that Draco probably knew about her and Greg through Greg, and he was a bit upset, but who wouldn't be who followed the rivalry of Slytherin and Gryffindor. She did not ponder any longer on the matter in her head, especially when she noticed that Hogwarts doctor enter the Great Hall and make her way immediately towards her father. Regrettably, Alexis noticed that immediate friendliness between them and watched as he has kissed Sarah's hand. Oh how Alexis wanted to leave right now, but instead she just tried to ignore it and enjoy the Weird Sisters. And where was Ro? Alexis had been waiting for her to make her appearance.
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Post by nymphadoratonks on Nov 2, 2011 20:33:57 GMT -5
Tonks was being watched. Damien’s eyes seemed to burn her, as she knew she’d have to fight for her life if she was recognized. Trying to keep her cool, she scrutinized the hall for a Dumbledore’s Army member. She recognized none. Somehow she had to converse, blend with the crowd, and appear natural. Her very life was at stake, something had to be done and must be done now!
A pool of uneasiness was building up in her stomach and her adrenaline level went up as her heart began racing. It seemed that she’d however done everything in her power not to be recognized! She’d changed everything that could be changed! Perhaps, he’d just not recognized her as a student? He definitely did not recognize her as an Order member and an Auror. However, just in case she had to ease any suspicion by interacting with other students.
Hurriedly, she rushed over to the punch bowl, not recognizing the lovely brunette that stood beside it, she engaged in conversation, trying to keep her voice light. She did not recognize the girl as a DA member, for all Tonks knew she could be a Slytherin or a Deatheater’s daughter! Nevertheless, the girl was her only opportunity of appearing natural.
“Hi, I’m Amata.” She stammered much too quickly to be natural, the whole time keeping a watchful eye on the deatheater. “I just enrolled in Hogwarts, my first five years were taken at another school.” Okay, what school? With a british accent there was no other school she could really go to. Damn!
Usually, she was so good at keeping a cool head, now; it was far from being so. Losing her cool could cost the witch her very life today and she was definitely not ready to give that up! She was an Auror for Christ’s sake! Tonks ate Deatheaters for breakfast and two for teatime! Smiling at the thought, she relaxed completely. Humor was the answer to any problem, was it not? If the plan was to backfire, which it would not, she had to be confidant in her abilities; there were not many who could rival an Auror.
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Post by helen on Nov 2, 2011 22:19:22 GMT -5
{Intro - Helen April Jones & Lorcan d'Eath}
It was beautifully decorated. Pumpkins floated in the air, casting their eerie glow on the Great Hall, eyes and mouths shining with an inner light emanating from the candles lit within. Beyond them was a dark sky, filled with the soothing orange light of the harvest moon, a beacon of hope for some and an object of fear for others. For dark, dreaded creatures such as werewolves, she wondered if it was fear or revelation that they experienced when gazing upon even a forgery. Still, though, it was a marvel, the likes of which Helen had never seen before in her life. Her mother had told her stories of Hogwarts, of course, and its famous enchanted ceiling, but hearing and seeing were two very different senses. Reaching out, Helen fingered the edges of one of the black tablecloths, marvelling at the smoothness of it all, and the decorations that littered the hall itself. Lit pumpkins at every table, the aroma of sweet foodstuff drifting from the kitchens... she salivated at the very thought. It was more finery and extravagance than she had ever seen at one time! Her mother had always tried her hardest, but Helen's own birthdays and any parties she had attend were usually little ones, the kind held by close friends.
Helen walked forward, the light sundress she wore swirling at her ankles, the neck at a modest location about halfway down her chest, held up by white ties that did up behind her neck. The dress itself was embroidered with summery images, with green vines carefully stitched into the fabric, swirling up to cling just under her chest, little yellow and blue flowers dotting the occasional expanse of the material. In short, it was nothing compared to the finery of the other students, particularly those in their seventh years, who paraded around in an assortment of outfits that made her mind contract in horror and seize in fascination. A dark angel crossed her path, forcing Helen to step back a bit, biting down on her lip. She reached up to lightly finger the simple silver chain on her neck, the one with the rose quartz polished and embedded in a nest of silver. Her last birthday present, like the dress had been. So she wore both with pride, not holding her chin up but also not shying away.
Craning her neck to see past the other occupants of the room, all of whom who were sadly taller than she, Helen caught sight of her unwilling protector, inwardly laughing as she noticed his awkwardness. The raven-man (whose name was Balthazar, she had discovered), true to the nickname she had given him, wore only a white dress shirt, a black vest and black pants, his face hidden away by a mask - startling white but otherwise shockingly plain. She raised her hand to her lips, biting back a giggle. It was obviously he was uncomfortable, if the stiff way he held himself was any indication: back stiff, chin up, hands clasped behind his back, dark eyes scouring the crowd and occasionally resting on someone with a scowl. She noticed that he tended to watch one of the professors a fair deal, the fair-haired one who was currently laughing with another man whose name she didn't know.
Professor Samael, Helen's mind supplied helpfully, whom she had been briefly introduced to after finding out he was Balthazar's cousin. He seemed a friendly sort, if not a little... exuberant at times. The differences between the two were startling, though, like they had been named the wrong things at birth, or their parents had named the babies thinking it was the other they were handling. After all, she was certain that Lucifer was synonymous with the devil in muggle literature and religion, a dark creature - something Professor Samael certainly didn't seem to be. Dark, anyways - the creature thing was up for debate, Balthazar had told her moodily when she voiced the question.
Her attention was momentarily stolen by a crash onstage, and she jumped despite herself, turning immediately to face it. A hair man with ripped clothes and dark makeup was sheepishly picking up a fallen... device of some sort, frowning as his companions jeered and made fun of him. She didn't know who they were, only that they were the entertainment hired for tonight - or one of them, at least. She had it on good accord (or rather, Balthazar, Professor Samael and she did - she had overheard them speaking when they thought she couldn't hear) that there would be another performer, someone named Lorcan d'Eath or Death or something. She couldn't really remember. She had known, however, that Balthazar hadn't liked the prospect of it, hissing something about vampires and dark creatures and trust before storming out of the classroom, leaving Helen to gaze curiously after him as Professor Samael whistled happily from the front of class before telling them to return to their work.
She had, but with questions that she knew would go unanswered.
Glancing around, Helen allowed her mind to return to the scene at hand, subconsciously seeking out her mysterious stranger-father and relaxing when she spotted him. She did not, however, relax at the sight of the woman draped over him. Blood running cold, Helen's eyes narrowed, her teeth biting down so hard on her lip that she drew blood, disliking the coppery taste instantly and wishing that it would go away. The woman was literally clinging, like she was trying to dissolve herself into Severus Snape by pure will alone. When her stranger-father dislodged himself, she felt a moment's elation that was soon tampered by the way he kissed her hand and looked at her. A sharp laugh rang out next to her, and she turned around quickly, eyes widening despite herself as she took in the rather tall and skinny form of a man dressed completely in black, the elaborate black mask that covered his face highlighted in rubies and diamonds that did nothing but match and bring out the startling redness of his eyes.
Instantly swallowing, Helen ducked her head, feeling very small beside this tall stranger, the strange urge to run and flee manifesting itself in her core, squirming and writhing. It was a distinctly uncomfortable feeling, and she wanted nothing more than for it to go away. The man, as if sensing her sudden fear, turning to her with another laugh.
"Be still, young one. I mean you no harm this night," he said, his voice lilting and husky and strangely alluring, causing her to instantly relax as a strange sense of calm washed over her, making her vision blur. She was only broken out of the strange trance by a clicking sound the man made with his tongue, like her mother had once done when chastising her. But the man's next words made her realize it was him silently scolding himself, not her. "My apologies, Lady Hufflepuff," he said formally, but his red eyes were laughing. She gaped. He quirked an eyebrow, a smirk curving across his face. "Lorcan d'Eath," he said smoothly, voice like honey. "And you are?" She stared at him for more than thirty seconds, but if he felt uncomfortable by her unending stare he gave no indication, staring right back with the strange, come-hither half smile. Finally she broke the gaze, glancing down, saying her name as quickly and lowly as possible. She knew who he was now, and when he opened his mouth to speak next her eyes zeroed in on the pointed fangs. "Well then, Lady Hufflepuff," he said, fangs glinting, "I humbly beg your deepest apologizes for startling you." "It's fine," she said quickly, shifting and looking down, but she found her eyes drawn to her stranger-father again, resting darkly on the strange woman, even though she knew she should be watching this man - this creature, a vampire who could kill her easily and with one swoop. "Ah, the Phantom and Christine, a timeless love story to span the ages," the man said, eyes turning from her to follow her line of sight. "Or perhaps, a far more appropriate summary: a wounded, scarred man longing for the love and affection of a woman, an angel, he can never have." Helen looked at him in confusion, the man's eyes having clouded for a moment before clearing with a startling clarity. "She is no Lily Evans." Helen just blinked, looking confused again. He smiled indulgently and she felt herself blushing despite her best intentions. Suddenly his mouth opened again, and what poured from his mouth was the single most hauntingly beautiful sound she had ever heard in her life. "I am your angel of music - come to me angel of music..." "You're are singer," she said bluntly, startled by her own voice, shyness momentarily stolen by the sheer aura this man suddenly radiated. Not just an aura of power or pure seduction rolled into one singular being, but an aura that seemed to encompass everything the female (and some males) secretly desired in a man, the danger and power and just... everything. And Helen, just fourteen, was hardly oblivious of this.
At her expression, the vampire laughed again, his voice mixing in with the music that had suddenly started, and Helen whipped her head around to see the men from earlier, their instruments out and playing as they belted out lyrics.
"Timeless," the vampire said, his voice hissing the "s" sounds so that he sounded more snake than man. "It has been quite awhile since I heard the Weird Sisters perform." "How long?" Helen asked timidly, glancing at the stage. She was surprised by her own boldness. "Oh, at least a decade, maybe two," came the lighthearted response, followed by another low chuckle. "But I have kept you long enough, Lady Hufflepuff, and I myself will have to set up soon for my own performance. I trust you will fair well this night. It is a rather... interesting celebration, after all." And with that he left, laughing ringing richly through the immediate surroundings, leaving her alone in a room full of people.
Inhaling sharply, Helen glanced around, as if searching for even a single friendly face in the crowd. She found her eyes drawn to the girl dressed up as something along the lines of a dark angel, and furrowed her brow when she noticed the same girl staring at her stranger-father with an almost opaque look. Helen paused, wondering why this girl looked as she did. Still, she knew it wasn't her business. She knew none of them, after all, not even the members of her own house, and part of her wondered if they recognized her or knew her. Part of her wished they did. A larger part hoped fervently that they didn't just yet.
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Post by tmthao on Nov 3, 2011 18:17:22 GMT -5
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Post by dracoblack on Nov 3, 2011 18:49:03 GMT -5
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