Eric Blaze
Slytherin
Fifth Year
One of a kind.
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Post by Eric Blaze on Feb 11, 2009 22:10:21 GMT -5
As Watson moved her hand towards his, Eric had no hesitation in taking it. "Yeah I am." he said with a grin in response to her question. Eric wasn't much of a dancer. He only did slow dances. The Blaze men were all the same, not good fast dancers, but slow dancing came kind of naturally to them. Eric had only really slow danced at family weddings and stuff, so he had some practice. "Yep" Eric said with a nod, he extended his arm to her, just like he did the first day they met.
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Post by Watson James on Feb 11, 2009 22:24:07 GMT -5
Watson took his arm and walked toward the big double doors. She lifted her chin high and push her thin shoulder back. She looked confident, and she truly was. She entered the large room and gasped in awe. The four long tables were gone, replaced by small tables along the walls. The floor was wide open for dancing. The decorations were simply amazing. She new magic could do wonders, but this was unreal. She stared around the room, noting the few people she knew and the ones she had never seen before. Besides for one pretty girl, an older redhead, there was nobody in a dress even near green. She was thankful for that and the fact that the other girl's dress was a totally different shade, yet still very pretty. She sighed in complete bliss.
"Wow, this is just...wow!!" Watson laughed. She felt like a stupid first year muggle-born who had no clue what magic could do. She had seen things like this at all sort of Ministry Balls and family celebrations. It was just different seeing Hogwarts like this. It was modern compared to the old-English feel of the castle. She enjoyed the contrast immensely.
"So...how about that dancing," she teased Eric, gently tugging him toward the dance floor. She wasn't sure how serious she was, but if he was up for it, so was she.
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Eric Blaze
Slytherin
Fifth Year
One of a kind.
Posts: 86
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Post by Eric Blaze on Feb 11, 2009 22:39:58 GMT -5
As Eric walked with Watson inside, his eyes found Mike. Eric had already scoped out everyone, he was more interested in Mike right now, Mike was watching him, Eric merely smirked, staring his cousin down. He gave him a look that clearly said, my girl is way hotter than yours, which was true. Audrey was hot, but Watson was hotter.
"Yeah... it is wow." Eric said smirking, not taking his eyes off Mike, until at last finishing his sentence, he looked at Watson. "Sure, why not?" Eric said shrugging, he followed her on to the dance floor. Wrapping his arms around her waist as the slow song came on. He watched Mike for a few moments over Watson. Eric casually got himself and Watson closer and closer to Mike and Audrey without making it totally obvious. He wanted Mike to see what a catch Watson was. Mike always seemed to let the really hot ones out of his catch, and just stayed committed to one girl, which would be true for Eric soon, but Eric wanted to make Mike jealous, if possible.
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Richelle Geet
Slytherin
Third Year
love songs for the genuinely cunning.
Posts: 33
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Post by Richelle Geet on Feb 12, 2009 1:02:26 GMT -5
hmmmph. Why must the school torture her any further. They had to make a romantic ball with dancing and chit-chat and kissing. But no kissing for her. She was bitter. So she refused to dress up to much, she just threw on a black high-waisted skirt and a white tank top tucked into the skirt. She pulled her hair back carelessly, grabbed a necklace,stepped into some gray high-heeled pumps and dashed out the door with a yellow clutch in hand. No one else could make five minutes look this good.
She could care less that she was very under dressed. it wasn't like she had anyone to dress up for. Well there was always Eric, but she sort of figured he would have a date, probably his own age. She was prettier then all of them anyway, she didn't have to work at perfection. She sauntered through the entrance hall, her heels clicking with every step. The sound made her feel authoritative. She passed the great double doors, noting the decorations breifly. They were nice, but nothing was all that spectacular.
Richie stood on the edge of the dance floor, arms crossed over her chest, surveying all the girls dresses as they walked by. It was all basically the same as last year, no orginality or flair, some girls were even wearing the same dress as the previous year. This school really was a drag, no one there would ever understand her. She had to remember that. It was the only way she would remain sane.
Suddenly she recognized a face in the crowd. Her stomach started to flutter a bit and her heart started pounding in her ribcage. Eric was there. She was hoping she wouldn't see him, knowing that he would most likely have some skank hanging on his arm. She had come to expect as much. She tried to tell herself that he was not the commitment type, but her stomach fluttered away foolishly, leaving her feeling anxious and a little nauseous.
Richie was suprised to find that the girl hanging on Eric was not older than herself, but YOUNGER. A first year, really, my cousin was probably more of a challenge. She was kind of disappointed by his pick, she was looking forward to tying her cousin up and keeping her in a basement, or at least visualizing it. Her mom would kill her if she killed Julia. No this girl looked to be about eleven years old and all nervous and awkward. It would be so easy to break her.
Richie pushed through the crowd of dancing students until she reached Eric and the little pipsqueak. "Hey Eric," she said confidently, not even acknowledging the girl. He couldn't possibly see a relationship with this girl, and if he did, she would fix that real quick. "Hi, I'm Richelle Geet," she said turning to the girl he was dancing with. She let herself look at the girl, quietly taking in every detail. She was very pretty, she had brown hair, she was wearing a green dress and black converses. Figures, she is a tomboy, how typical. "Nice shoes," she said, the words drenched in fake cheeriness.
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Post by Moki Kagawa on Feb 12, 2009 3:05:28 GMT -5
Ah, shit. Not here, not now, not TONIGHT. Didn't these people ever take a break from DRAMA?
Moki witnessed the exchange between Eric, Richelle and Watson with great exasperation. She had only briefly met any of these people - if they'd ever been formally introduced at all - but recognized them all as fellow Slytherins and apparently, drama-loving Slytherins. Not so much Watson as Richelle and Eric. The boy had a reputation that was almost equal to Hunter's.
Well, she'd be damned if she was going to let a third year beat up on a first year for the attention of a fifteen-year-old boy. Wasn't he a bit OLD for either of them, anyway? She watched as Richelle made a seemingly snarky comment to the younger girl about her choice of footwear. Now that was just uncalled for. The third year herself was wearing a skirt, for Pete's sake. At least Watson looked like she'd spent some time getting ready. You couldn't expect an eleven-year-old to be able to cope with the complications of heels.
With a roll of her eyes and a shake of her head, she decided to nip this problem in the bud. Moki made her way over to the cluster of Slytherins in the middle of the dance floor.
"Hey," she said with a confident (and inherently fake) smile. "I know none of you really know me, but, it's irrelevant. I just need to borrow Watson here for a second... and if you-" she gestured at Richelle "-need something to entertain yourself with in the meantime, I personally suggest using the dance floor for its intended purpose rather than as a playground for picking on first years." With that, she turned her back on them with a meaningful glance at Watson to follow her.
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Post by Watson James on Feb 12, 2009 20:58:31 GMT -5
"Hey Eric," she said confidently, not even acknowledging the girl. He couldn't possibly see a relationship with this girl, and if he did, she would fix that real quick. "Hi, I'm Richelle Geet," she said turning to the girl he was dancing with. She let herself look at the girl, quietly taking in every detail. She was very pretty, she had brown hair, she was wearing a green dress and black converses. Figures, she is a tomboy, how typical. "Nice shoes," she said, the words drenched in fake cheeriness.
Watson flashed a smile at the older, extremely underdressed Slytherin. "Watson James," she stated her name, making a point NOT to offer her satin gloved hand. Refering to the fake compliment on her shoes, "Thanks, I like them too. Much more comfortable than tacky gray heels with an un-put-together modge podge of unironed clothes," Watson shot back sarcasticly. She knew it was not the best move, but really....Who does she think she is??
"Hey," she said with a confident (and inherently fake) smile. "I know none of you really know me, but, it's irrelevant. I just need to borrow Watson here for a second... and if you-" she gestured at Richelle "-need something to entertain yourself with in the meantime, I personally suggest using the dance floor for its intended purpose rather than as a playground for picking on first years." With that, she turned her back on them with a meaningful glance at Watson to follow her.
"Thanks Moki, but I think I have this covered," she politely refused the request to follow. She had no problem with Moki and truely appreciated the help, but there was no way she was leaving Eric alone with this slut. He had some serious commitment issues, and she knew better than to tempt them.
"I think we'll go back to enjoying ourselves on the dance floor. Nice to meet you," she added fakely to Richelle. She pulled Eric's green tie, making him follow her away from the other girls.
"What the fuck was that about?" she questioned him.
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Post by Julia McIntyre on Feb 12, 2009 21:13:10 GMT -5
Yule ball time. Julia was less then ecstatic. She found the whole thing sappy and tacky. Couples danced around whispering sweet nothings in each others ears. ugh, it made her want to barf. At least they had gotten a decent band, she would just sit and listen to them. Julia had took some time before the ball to put her hair up and primp in other various ways. She was much of a primper, but she wanted to look nice. She slipped into the cream and black halter dress her mother had sent her for the ball. Julia was suspicious of her mothers sudden desire to know her. But she never refused anything free. She ended up looking pretty nice.
So there she sat listening to the band play at an empty table. Ger life had gotten so lame since she had started to focus on her education. She had not gotten any action since that Eric guy, that was over a month ago. But it was enough to tide her over, that was for sure. Speaking of Eric he was there with another girl. She noticed how little she was. Was he really going to hook-up with that little girl, she was like five years old. Oh no, that would not do, Julia had a reputatuion to protect. What if people started talking, she was his last "date," people may think she was so bad that he started looking for younger pieces of flesh, was she that bad?
She was just about to go over their and scare the girl away when she saw none other then her cousin go over and get all up in the little girl's face. She felt bad for the girl, but she was had never liked her cousin more then in that very second. but then the feeling vanished. Why did Richie care? OMG. Richie... and Eric... and Julia... ewww... that is like almost incest... Julia shuddered at the thought. She would have to give Rich a heads up, in her own way. She did care about Richie, even though she hated her, she was still family. But she would wait for this to play out first.
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Mike Blaze
Ravenclaw Sub Admin
Sixth Year
Indestructible, determination that is incorruptible.
Posts: 315
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Post by Mike Blaze on Feb 12, 2009 21:20:19 GMT -5
FFS second time I've done that in two days. Posted with Mike when it should be Eric.
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Eric Blaze
Slytherin
Fifth Year
One of a kind.
Posts: 86
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Post by Eric Blaze on Feb 12, 2009 21:21:56 GMT -5
Eric who had his thoughts going back and forth between Watson and Mike didn't really think anything else could interfere with his thoughts. He would watch Mike, trying to catch his eye, smirking, then he would look back to Watson, in to her eyes. It wasn't until he heard someone approach that his mind came back to reality.
Hey Eric he heard a this girl say. Wait.... Eric knew that voice. Turning he came face to face with Richelle. This isn't gonna be good, Eric thought. He was just about to make introductions when the girls exchanged their own. Just then the sarcastic comments started going back and forth. Get out Eric, he told himself, this isn't safe. When Moki walked up and offered to take Watson aside, Eric then felt himself pulled away by Watson who rejected Moki's offer. What the fuck was that about? were Watson's first words to him. Eric cleared his throat the best he could, "Richelle is a good friend. I've known her for a while now, met her before I met you." Eric started, he was thinking of mentioning that he had feelings for Richelle before, he didn't know if he had them for her anymore, he probably did but he considered her only a friend now, but he had feelings for Watson now and that's what mattered.. "A good friend, that's all she is." Eric said truthfully.
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Post by Watson James on Feb 12, 2009 21:28:58 GMT -5
Eric cleared his throat the best he could, "Richelle is a good friend. I've known her for a while now, met her before I met you." Eric started, he was thinking of mentioning that he had feelings for Richelle before, he didn't know if he had them for her anymore, he probably did but he considered her only a friend now, but he had feelings for Watson now and that's what mattered.. "A good friend, that's all she is." Eric said truthfully.
Watson sighed, attempting to forget his reply. She didn't believe him for a moment, but she knew all too well her was wrapped around her finger. She had no need to worry. Although his excuses were somewhat pathetic. He was hot. He was a great kisser. And he seemed to simply be a diamond in the rough she was perfectly willing to polish. "Okay. Let's just forget about that little interference and dance." She pulled him closer to her, wrapping her arms around his neck, practically having to stand on her toes to reach. I should have worn heels...
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Post by Moki Kagawa on Feb 12, 2009 21:35:27 GMT -5
Moki turned her head at Watson's unexpected response. Apparently this girl wasn't the shy first year she had labeled her as. Her mouth curled into a shamefully wide smile as Watson handed it to Richelle. As she took her prize by the hand, leading him away from the third-year girl, Moki shook her head in surprise.
"Looks like I underestimated her," she said. She didn't mind if Watson dealt with things on her own. It was better that way, really, she just hadn't expected the girl to pull that out. With a smirk, she turned to Richelle. "Well, I hope you're up for a challenge," she said. "You just got owned by a first-year."
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Eric Blaze
Slytherin
Fifth Year
One of a kind.
Posts: 86
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Post by Eric Blaze on Feb 12, 2009 21:39:37 GMT -5
Eric nodded slowly at her suggestion to just forget what had just happened and dance. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he wrapped his around her waist. He glanced back at Richelle again, not wishing to make eye contact, he didn't know what to do now. Turning his gaze to Mike, he thought he might try to talk to Mike later. They had their differences in the past but Eric needed advice, and Mike was his cousin, maybe Mike could set aside their differences to give Eric advice jut once. Turning his eyes back on Watson, he put all these thoughts to the side for now, and was only thinking about Watson now.
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Richelle Geet
Slytherin
Third Year
love songs for the genuinely cunning.
Posts: 33
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Post by Richelle Geet on Feb 12, 2009 21:58:11 GMT -5
Oh hell to the NO. These bitches were going to get slapped. "Thanks Poki, but you heard the girl, so scoot your boot, and Shut up before I make you," she said controlling her urge to beat the girl down. She was such a little goodie goodie. Why must she stick her nose into everything? She turned to face the little girl agian, Ewww. She was like her brother's age. It made her want to gag. "Well aren't we daring," she said smiling, she would probably like this girl otherwise, she was feisty. "Better watch out little one, someone might not take kindly to your lip," she said lowering her voice. No need for another Robin hood to step in.
Oh hell no, she was not getting away that easy, nor was he. She waited a few minutes (since noone waited for her to POSTTTT!) trying to hatch a plan. Then she walked purposefully to the two. She grabbed Eric's arm and turned him around. "This so isn't you, what the hell is going on?" she said angrily. She would have been fine if the girl was his own age, but this was to much. "She is five years younger then you, that is just gross, do you really need to get laid that badly?" she whispered intensly to him, "She probably still plays with dolls! What the hell are you thinking?" She had an urge to shake him until he realized how disgusting the whole thing was, but she figured that, this once, violence was not the answer. "I am saying this as a friend, this is a bad idea, I know you," she said glaring at him. She would not be rejected by this craddle-robber.
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Mike Blaze
Ravenclaw Sub Admin
Sixth Year
Indestructible, determination that is incorruptible.
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Post by Mike Blaze on Feb 12, 2009 22:31:48 GMT -5
Mike had been watching the whole scene unfold. First Eric dancing with that same First Year girl, trying to show off or something. Mike didn't understand what was so great, sure the girl was cute, but what the hell was Eric playing at? Then another Slytherin Girl showing up, along with Moki. Now the Third Year Slytherin Girl who had come in to the scene had approached Eric and that young girl once more and seemed to be yelling at him. Mike heard the words What the hell are you thinking, I know you, and a few other words Mike had seen the looks from Eric almost pleading him to help. Now was a good time to step in. Looking at Audrey he said, "Audj, I can't handle seeing Eric in a tight spot like this, he's my blood and I have to help him out, besides, Uncle John and my dad would be pissed if they knew I let Eric get in over his head Stay here, I don't want you getting pulled in to this mess." he said quietly, kissing her on the lips. "I'll be right back, there's still hundreds of slow songs coming up we have more slow dancing to do to." he said with a grin, and turned towards Eric's direction.
Approaching the group, he surveyed the young First Year and the Third Year girls, they were both cute. If Mike was younger, he would've most likely considered them, he admired Eric's taste in both of them. "What's going on here?" he said loud enough for just the group to hear him, loud enough for his voice to stay over all the commotion going on in the group and the dance. He put his hand on Eric's shoulder as he looked from Eric to Richelle, and then to Watson. He stood to the side of Eric, almost blocking Richelle from Eric. He put pressure on Eric's shoulder, which was always their childhood signal for the other to not say a word. His expression did not change while he waited for his answer.
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Amelia Decessum
Slytherin Head of House
Transfiguration Professor Animagi Professor
This is me when I'm not eating children for lunch.
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Post by Amelia Decessum on Feb 12, 2009 22:55:13 GMT -5
Click. Clack. Click. Click.Such were the noises of the sparkling, emerald shoes about the feet of one Amelia Decessum. The hallway she had taken was mostly empty, now -- she had been, of all places, down in the Slytherin dungeons, rather than home. Then again, she had been missing for nearly two months, though very uncharacteristic of her, and Slytherin was a major part of her life. Perhaps the Head of House having spent much of her day down in the common room was not such an odd idea. She had spent maybe an hour at home after waking up that day, spending a moment with her younger sister (who managed not to destroy the home) and getting prepared for the event that was to take place at Hogwarts that night. She had cleaned up a considerable bit over the week -- she had gotten some rest, for sure. Her jade eyes were sharper and brighter than ever, and her fragile, weak sense had been washed away with a wonderful bath. Her silk black hair had been brushed thoroughly and bounced against her back as she strode purposefully toward the Great Hall. She wore, to no surprise, a strapless, dark green minidress, reflecting the torchlight in such a way that (though not a surprise, either) it was most likely made of silk; most of her dresses were, it would seem. A few bracelets of assorted gold and silver hung about her wrists, and a smile - innocent, daring, and very Amelia-oriented - was firm on her soft green lips. With a swift turn around the corner, Amelia Decessum moved into the Great Hall, which had already filled with quite a few people to enjoy the Yule Ball. Music, refreshments, decorations... it was so typical. The Headmaster's crew (she didn't pay attention to who worked on these events) was really boring. Then again, one couldn't be sure if that was Amelia talking or the Slytherin Head of House talking. Either way, she was going to have to have a little talk with the people in charge of this... Did she just hear arguing?! The woman's head snapped in the direction of the hostile voices. Children! Honestly, they made her want to snap someone's neck... but would she actually do that? Most likely not. She preferred being a professor above a trip to Azkaban any day, and it certainly would stay that way. No, Amelia would be a good little girl. Wait, she wasn't good. Nor was she a little girl. She was the Slytherin Head of House, damnit, and these kids were Slytherins! Oh, how she would have loved to get into their little conversation... Kids these days were just too easy to mess with. Grabbing a random food item from the nearest table (a chocolate chip cookie, apparently), Amelia strode over to the impossible little group of -- what was this?! A first year and a third year girl falling for the affection of some fifth year boy? Children were so ignorant! Couldn't they focus on their work and not on their love? Really, they were much too young to understand love, anyway. And all of this was happening at the Yule Ball, which was supposed to be a happy time for everyone else. Screw everyone else. Amelia wanted to be happy right now, too. "You children are so strange," she said, giggling and taking a bite of the cookie. "Yum, what a delicious cookie..." In truth, it was rather good. Did the house-elves make the food that night? She wouldn't have been surprised one bit. "It would be a shame to see it go to waste while I snap some sense into your otherwise senseless minds..." Her voice had lowered a considerable bit as she said this, but she took another bite of the cookie as if nothing odd was happening. Instead, she leaned against the nearest support, finishing the cookie and crossing her arms across her chest. "Please, just act as if I'm not here. I'd love some entertainment right now." Yet another giggle escaped her lips, but she didn't bother trying to stifle it. Did she actually plan on stopping this drama? No. No she didn't. (Guys, we need way more participation than this! Heck, you even made me pop in, and I doubt I'll have a reply soon. My post was all in good fun, too -- no one's in trouble. It's just an RP!
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