The Yule Ball

"OW!" A squeal came from Suzannah as she burned her finger on the curling iron which she gripped in her hand. The large clock fixed on the wall behind her was a constant reminder that the ball was tonight. She didn't really want to go, but Becca had been prattling on about it so much that she decided she would attend; but mostly because her best friend wouldn't back out with her. The last ball she attended was three years ago, every year since then she had skipped and went out drinking with her friends. However, most of her friends already graduated, which left Suz with no other choices. She zippered up her green dress, which was fixed with multiple ruffles and a slip up the left leg, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her golden hair was in curls with sparkles, only visible in the light, evenly dispersed throughout her locks. She felt beautiful, and she was, but this night was different; she actually loved the person she saw in her reflection. She wasn't fake, but she was real- tangible- and gorgeous.

Suzannah smiled at herself, confident for the event awaiting her. She didn't have a date, and she didn't need one, tonight she would have a great time with her mates; but maybe she could pick up a boy to bring home for the night. Suz grabbed her bag and left the common room, ignoring the sneers from her enemies and the giggles from the haters. Everyone must have thought that her dress was ridiculous, but they should have been used to it by now, accepted it, even. Suz always expressed herself, whether through words or her fashion, she never changed herself for the happiness of others. Many people didn't like Suz because she was always rude to people, opinionated, and sometimes just mean. But that was, mainly, because people would always mock her for her origin, style, or personality. In fact, Suzannah used to be a bubbly, fun girl, with a few sly comments every now and then, but ever since people began to give rude comments back to her, she built up a permanent wall from select people. She was always a giver, not a receiver, in the verbal sense of the phrase. Tonight, she would just have to ignore everyone.

Suzannah looked at her feet once she made it to the dungeons. It was cold and dark, a very depressing setting for living circumstances, but she didn't mind. She fixed her dress and hair quickly before anyone else came out of the common room, and lifted her head. She pushed her shoulders back and continued to the Great Hall. There were already quite a few people there, some mingling with their friends, some dancing, and some just standing around. Her eyes searched the room for a familiar brunette girl, and found her standing by the refreshments table, and too close to the female she despised: Julia. Suz scowled and walked over to Julia, taking this opportunity to mock her. "Oh, hello darling, what brings you to the ball tonight? Surely you don't have a date, what with that dress." She smirked evilly at her own joke. She loved taunting people, it was just so fun, and Julia was the easiest victim- the girl never had a decent comeback in her sleeve.

Suz lifted her head as Rebecca joined the duo and turned to her. "Hello, love! You look absolutely stunning tonight!" She smiled and hugged the girl tightly, lightly kissing her cheeks. Suzannah peeked over her shoulder at Julia, hoping her night was already ruined.

Chastity Moor wrote:Chase pulled her shoes on quickly, and glanced up at herself in the mirror. A regular white dress with green trimmings, a bow was tied around her throat, that matched the dress perfectly, in fact, the bow could be pinned to the dress if she had wanted it to. But Chase liked it around her throat much better. It took away the need of finding an actual necklace to wear. Chase glanced at the clock on the wall and stood up quickly. She had decided it was best to look like everyone else for this day, and had hidden away her stomach from the world in her dress. Even though the type of dress she was wearing should have shown off her entire stomach and a bit more because it was short, she didn't mind.

Chase ran her fingers through her hair one last time, did some final make up touches and spun around making sure she wasn't forgetting anything. She was late, and she had a feeling Elijah was already down at the ball waiting for her. After one last touch on her outfit Chase flung herself out the door and down the steps.

Making it into the Entrance was easy, at least she didn't have to go down any stairs, it was actually FINDING anyone in the hall that scared her. Balls scared her in general anyway, so many opportunities for Elijah to meet someone new, to not like her anymore, so many ways she could mess up. A few people were staring at her, and Chase ducked her head, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear before pushing through the crowd, and making her way into the actual Great Hall. People were dancing, milling about, everything one does at a dance, but where was Elijah? Chase was looking over her shoulder for him when she ran into someone pretty hard. Almost falling, she spun around. "I am so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you!" She froze and then laughed and smiled. "Well look at who I bumped into, Elijah Krum, fancy seeing you here eh?" She said with a laugh smiling up at him. "You look great!"

The ball was more or less in full swing; all it needed was a few of the more rambunctious couples. Elijah was going to be good tonight. He probably wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of Chase but he was positive she wouldn’t have it any other way. Elijah tapped his foot to the beat of the music and swept his eyes across the hall. His eyes fell on a familiar figure and they narrowed almost instantly. Long, pale legs swept out underneath a skirt of crimson and the dark hair was pinned back. Elijah waited for the person to turn and his eyes widened slightly when he found that it was his sister and not some ridiculous whore from the dungeons. The soft features that were reminiscent of their mother’s when she was youthful and not the plastic doll she was now, gave it away. Elijah was floored. He didn’t know what to say or rather, what to do. That was his fifteen-year-old sister and she looked like something out of the Playboy magazine’s Finn and Euan kept under their mattresses.

Elijah pushed himself away from the doorway with every intention to drag Cecilia back up to the Ravenclaw tower but he was stopped when something collided with his chest. He reached out and took the forearms of the person in an attempt to steady them. He looked down and he almost fell into the bright eyes of his girlfriend. Girlfriend was too tame, he felt, now. It wasn’t a title that Chase deserved. She deserved a much more important one because it wasn’t a school yard crush. He was in love with this woman.

Elijah took Chase into his arms and kissed her gently on the lips. It was nothing too elaborate, just a kiss. He smoothed her hair back out of her eyes and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead also. He held her gaze with his own eyes and smiled softly. “Hello you,” he murmured, cupping her face in his hands. “You are quite possibly the most radiant creature in the world at this moment. I only have one complaint though...” he stepped closer to her and felt the small bulge that was his daughter against his own abdomen. He pouted down at Chase and looked at her meaningfully. “Where’s my daughter gone? She’s been hidden from the world with glamour spells!”

Chase looked up and smiled at Elijah when he kissed her. "Well hey!" She said with a small laugh. He cupped her face and she could feel her cheeks burning as he complimented her. "Oh I wouldn't say that.." She said, smiling shyly. "I'm sure there are plenty of other girls around here who have caught your eye at least once." She said with a giggle, but she pretty much fell into the compliment, her eyes sparkling. When he pressed himself against her, she felt her cheeks turn just about as red as her hair. She could feel his abdomen touching hers, and it was pretty clear that he wasn't touching her dress. "I.. well I thought I'd look normal for the dance.. I mean.." She sighed and took hold of his hand, swaying slightly to the music with him.

"One last go at being normal I guess." She said with a laugh, glancing around her she looked back up at Elijah and got lost in his beautiful eyes. "How is it I got lucky enough to come with the most dashing man here? I look around me, and I see no one who I'd rather be with today." She said grinning at him, pulling his hand to her lips and kissing it gently. She suddenly broke away and stood in front of him, her dress just long enough to cover important areas on her body, but still pretty short. "Hmm..." She said and then swept herself into an elegant curtsy. "May I please have a dance with a fine gentleman, who I call my boyfriend?" She asked holding out her hand to him and grinning at him playfully.

It was crazy, the change Barker had put on him. The man who had almost ruined their lives, had actually been a help to Chase.. well he wouldn't have been a help had he actually gotten a hold of her, tortured and killed her, but hey, he had been caught and there really wasn't any reason to be thinking about what could have happened. Instead, she looked at Elijah, and it was like, her having her life threatened, had changed him completely. He smiled at her different, he looked at her differently, and she could almost feel love sparking the air between them. If she didn't know better, people were staring in awe at the couple who seemed to be so hopelessly in love.

Hitame was very nervous as she and Xemnas walked into the ballroom.when she noticed that some people were staring at them she thought about why they could be staring.I wonder it they are staring because we are here together or if they are just surprised that we came at all. I wonder what Xem is thinking about all this.She was dazing off when she heard Xemnas talk to her."Huh, oh i'm good, and happy that i'm here with you and not someone i don't know."How are you?"Oh great, that came out sounding wrong.Now he probably thinks i got a crush on him or something!! Oh boy i wonder how the rest of the night is going to go now.

"I'm fine,although I have to admit I'm a little nervous.It's my first ever dance,slow dances are easy,but not songs like a tango."Xemnas responded back to her."well I heard that Sora was coming,but just to hang out with us,he didn't bring anyone"Xemnas told her.I hope she knows we are supposed to dance,together.If she doesn't I'm in for some serious imbarrasment Xemnas thought."Hmm I guess we should wait for Sora don't you think ?"Xemnas asked Sora

"It is?"Hitame asked shocked."It's my first dance to and personally i think that slow dances are harder than something like the tango." For some reason i can't wait to start dancing,usually i would be freaked out by the thought of dancing with someone.I guess it's because i haven't danced with anyone besides my father,and since he died i haven't danced with anyone else."I guess we could wait for Sora for a while,but what if he doesn't come?"While Hitame waited for a response from Xemnas she started imagining how badly she would embarrass herself if she tripped or something while dancing with Xem."Heh"Hitame started to chuckle when she thought that she would fall on him or fall back.

"Well I'm pretty sure he is,but if he doesn't come in 10 minutes we'll go dance ok"Xemnas responded back to Hitame.By the look of her face she seemed pretty eager to start dancing,it made him feel comfortable because it showed she was an awesome dancer although that also made him more nervous cause he's not that good himself.He looked around the tables,and noticed that Jack was already dancing hmm I hope she wins the cup Xemans thought.I guess I should go meet her one day.

"I guess so"Hitame responded a little bored.Man,i hope i don't make a fool of myself,I wish father was still here so i could have practiced with him. I miss him so much.Hitame didn't notice right away but she had started to cry because she was thinking of her father."I hope Sora can make it." Hitame said to Xemnas almost in a whisper.I'm so nervous right now.I hope Sora does come thought it would be nice to see himHitame stared humming to the song that was playing.She liked the song a lot and before she knew it, she was singing to it.

Cecilia got board of standing around and once more moved throw the crowd not really paying any attention at all to where she was going. she still scanned the group of people for the one guy she wanted to see but in steed she saw her brother with a red headed girl she did not really know. Cecilia change direction so she would not be heading right toward the two of them. instead she found a seat and sat down. she crossed her legs and watched as others danced and wondered if Ezra was going to show up and if Eli had seen her. though only one mattered to much and that was Ezra not her brother.
Cecilia glanced over at her brother and the girl he was with. she giggled at the way her brother seemed to be in love or something. how could Eli be in love. he never seemed to have a girl friend or any thing. so who was this girl he was with? was he acting or something? she had so many questions and the only way she would find out was to go over and talk to them. finally she desided to get up and walk over there though she walked slowly not really bothering to push her way to the crowd like she would have if she were to see Ezra.

Headmaster Antanas Zukauskas couldn't say he was looking forward to the ball much. In fact, he would be counting the minutes until it ended. For him, this part of the triwizard tournament was completely uneccessary. Other people had tried to explain to him that it gave the champions a chance to free themselves of the pressure of the tournament and that it gave the students of the different schools to get to know each other better, but he disagreed. It only put more pressure on the champions, some of them anyway, and the more shameful acts of the triwizard tournament had also taken place at the Yule Ball. Personally, Antanas just hoped none of his own students would not shame him tonight.

His partner tonight was the Beauxbatons headmistress, Anais Benoit. She has asked him prior to the Yule Ball, and he could only have accepted. He stood at the entrance, looking for her. His eyes fell on the durmstrang champion instead, Danica Prazak. As their eyes met, he gave her a short nod of approval, pleased that she had listened to his request of putting on a traditional dress. She was one of students he was quite proud of really. He had in fact asked this of all durmstrang students, though apparently only she had listened. The reason for this was that Antanas believed that they should keep their customs and traditions, even if they were on a foreign country. He was quite sure the british would not adopt their dress code if the tournament had been held in scandanavia. He himself was wearing traditional scandinavian robes, though he had ditched the Ushanka for tonight.

Finding the headmistress, he walked over to her. "Bonsoir Madame Benoit," he said, his tone distant and formal as usual. His french wasn't that great, certainly not as good as his english.