The Yule Ball

Miseria walked into the great ball, sighing quietly in a surprise. The great hall in what she had just entered was so beautifully decorated. It was as beautiful as a fairytale, what she had just entered. She stood there, infront of the door for two minutes, looking at all those glittering decorations, shining ribbons and the ceiling, what was also beautiful with dosen shining stars!

When she felt that she could move, Miseria stepped away from the door and looked at the students who came here before the others. She couldn't see anyone who was wearing a black dress besides her. And no one was with a blue hair as well. For a sudden moment she even felt emberassing. She was the only one who was freak here, although, she was hoping to see people who respect her style. But the yule ball haven't even started yet and she doesn't even know people who are here.

She ran her fingers trough her forelock and then looked at the mirrors, what were decorating the walls, so the dancers could see the others as well. She was horrified how she looked. No one have ever told her that she looks pretty with her big blue eyes and once, when she had a red hair, no one told her those words. And perhaps no one ever will. But actually she didnd't even care. With her white laced black dress she looked more like a ghost. Because of her pale skin, she reminded more a vampire than a werewolf what she really was.

Sighing quietly, but not in a huge surprise what she did few minutes ago, she continued studying herself in the mirror. Her hair was made into pretty blue ponytail, hair curly, so it was falling gently on her shoulders. And makeup what she wore was mostly black, although, she used a little powder to make her cheeks a little bit pinker than they were before. But it was no use. Even her cheeks looked white in this light of the hall.

I disgust myself, she thought wryly, stepping away from there. She was already getting tierd of looking at herself. Her ego was always low and although, she looked pretty god for this only night, without tankboots, pierced belts and so on, but one thing there was what she didn't take off. Her piercing, what was decorating her red lip. Turning her black-framed eyes to the other students, she sat down on a little bench, what was covered with red silk sheet, wondering how long she could stay here, not trying to escape all this jolly company.

OT:Dress. I hope I don't have to make signature"

Julia walked into the great hall, hearing loud music and the buzzing chatter of the people who were currently there. She felt nervous but she didn't quite know why... I mean, she didn't even have a date. She looked around and saw Elijah with his date, and Rosalie. She walked up to Rose, picking up her dress, it was either way too long, or Julia was really short. "Hey Rose!" She yelled to get her voice over the music.

Rosalie looked up and saw Julia running towards her. "Hi Julie. You look absolutly beautiful." She stood up. So you don't have a date eithier, I'm guessing. she smiled. She gazed onto the dance looking at couples dancing then back a Julia. Hey. Did you and Eli ever get the alcohol?" she whispered.

Julia smiled wide "Aww thank you! You look absolutely stunning as well!" She complimented. "Nope I don't have a date. But that's okay, we can dance together, we don't need guys" She giggled. She looked over at the empty dance floor, wondering when people would start dancing. "Yeah, we got a lot of it, too" She smirked "We have whiskey, vodka, and rum" She whispered. That was one of the most exciting things about the ball was the alcohol.

Della made her way into the Great Hall and practically gasped at the decor of the room. One thing was for sure, it never ceased to amaze her, what could be done with magic. She moved into the room with long strides as she looked around. She was reminded of one of her favorite child's tales: the Snow Queen. She had always imagined the heartless queen's palace to be beautiful and glittering like the Great Hall was. Della raised her head to look at the ceiling and a delighted smile crossed her face. One would think that after five years, Della would stop marveling at the magic ceiling, and, mostly, she had. But there were times, like this, that she was filled with the wonderment that she had her very first year.

Turning her eyes from the ceiling back to the room, Della scanned the place for anyone she knew. Her eyes were drawn to the only girl wearing black at the moment, the girl with the bright blue hair- unmistakably it was Miseria Manson. They didn't know each other well, but they were in both the same house. Della had always respected Miseria for the way she never blended in and had her own style. If there were more people like the blue-haired girl, well, the world would be a much more interesting place.

Seeing as there was no one else that Della knew, and because she was in the mood for some light and frivolous conversation, Della made her way over to where Miseria was sitting. "Hi, Miseria," she greeted with a friendly smile. "I like your dress." She felt like she should compliment people's dresses, because, honestly, all the dresses she was seeing were very pretty.

Lily looked at herself. She had uncurled her hair, and had combed it until it hurt. Only when her mom was done fussing like a mad woman did Lily get to look into the mirror. If she had to, she would say her mom was a genius. Her dress was white, with large specks of gold covering it. Her shoes were golden flats, sort of like the ones Egyptian women wear. Lily had on very light make-up which shimmered when put into the light.

The Ballroom was huge. The tables were pushed to the sides, and covered with white table cloths. If it were up to Lily, she would have chosen a darker color, as food may be spilled. But no matter. It seemed as if the room was in the clouds, it was so white. Not many people were here yet, but many more would come. Now all Lily had to do was wait for Topher to arrive.

"I can't believe you guys are going through this. I'd be happy to help you two though. I'm willing to have some fun tonight. I havn't had a good we so I'll need this." She smiled. Rosalie surprised herself by some of things she would say or do. The Rose that came to hogwarts this year in the beginning was totally different then the Rose now. Maybe it was because of her friends, but she didn't blame them. She praised them. She grabbed Julia's hand went on the dance floor. "Come on lets dance!"

Abbey walked into the great hall, her dress flowing beautifully down her waist all the way until it reached just above her knees. She was smiling, and had actually applied more than a bit of lipgloss and eyeliner for the event. Her heels clacked againest the floor, barely audible over the pump of music and chatter of students talking exciedtly about who had brought them and what brand their dress was. Abbey walked over to the punch table and made herself a cup, sipping at it daintly, careful not to spill any on her dress. Not that it would be noticable if she did, anyways; her dress was pure black with a bit of pizazz, but nothing too special. Abbey looked around and tried to spot anyone she knew among the crowds of dancing students...

Abbey's Dress:

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Danny walked into the ballroom every step showing ten percent of regret. At least 20 things that had either related to fights, break-ups, disturbing things, and among other things had happened here. Hopefully things would be peaceful this time. Danny wore a Plain black tuxedo and some black dress shoes just for the occasian. He would've burned these clothes a long time ago if he never went to Hogwarts. His hair was also slightly gelled in an appropiate way and his hair neatly trimed at some degree. He looked around and spotted Christy and walked near her. He smiled and said in his normal deep voice "You look beautiful."

Amelia walked slowly with Elijah, taking in her surroundings and trying very hard to maintain a normal breathing rhythm. A combination of wearing corset and standing too close to Elijah was making it a more difficult task than it should have been. Although she couldn’t explain it, the Slytherin boy had an effect on her. She had tried to push him away, to show him that what he was trying to do wasn’t going to work, but he was stubborn. Possibly eve n more stubborn than she was.

She had rested her arms on Elijah’s in the way that was customary for a woman and her escort. The touch was the same as would exist between any two people at a ball, but it didn’t seem that way to Amelia. The heat from Elijah’s arm was too warm against her skin, his eyes too perceptive. There was an overwhelming quality about him, making everything he did or said affect her exponentially.

Stop that, her subconscious commanded, taking on her mother’s voice, If you continue on that way you are bound to make a fool of yourself. You have to keep your wits about you.

Although this was surely a logically reasoned command, it was easily brushed aside when Elijah lifted her hand and pressed his lips to it. Her eyes were pulled away from the finery of the room and onto Elijah’s darker, more emotion-laden ones. If the first kiss had left her reeling, it was nothing compared to the second. The nerve endings in her palm seemed to burn with the aftershock of his lips, the place where they had touched unnaturally warm in comparison to the rest of her icy skin. Her eyes were wide with surprise, not having the faintest idea how to respond to the gesture. The blush which had just begun to fade now bloomed once again in her cheeks and chest, leaving unflattering blotches as it climbed.

He can’t do that.

He just did.

Well, he shouldn’t have.

Well, what are you going to do about it?

The mental debate could have gone on much longer, but Amelia’s upbringing brought it to a halt. Her mother would never have allowed her to publicly dismiss a suitor – even though she didn’t really think Elijah counted as a suitor; he was just confused right now. Soon enough he would come to his senses and all of this would come to a halt. And so as her hand was replaced on his arm, Amelia merely averted her eyes coyly to avoid having to address what had just occurred, internally or aloud with Elijah.

“I doubt you will have much trouble in that arena,” Amelia said plaintively when Elijah mentioned other men trying to take her away. She knew very well that if Elijah had not asked her she would have sat alone at a table for the duration of the evening, “Though if the opportunity to fight should arrive, you may want to suggest that Nachash hold back a bit. We both know the damage she could do.”

The words were said with a small smile, even though they both knew that the harm Nachash could do was not a laughing matter. She had been hoping to keep the conversation light, as her mother had always taught her was appropriate for these types of situations, but once again her lack of experience had kept her from saying the right things.

Perhaps it was this social misstep which made Amelia so easily accept Elijah’s invitation to dance. Although Amelia was an exceedingly good dancer – her parents had taught her from a young age to prevent her from embarrassing them at any of the gala events – she didn’t readily accept offers to do so. Dancing involved close proximity with another person, and when that person was someone who already made her feel things she oughtn’t feel, that could only be a recipe for disaster.

Whatever the reasoning, Amelia soon found herself enclosed in Elijah’s arms, his frame holding her aloft as they twirled about the dance floor. Their movements were fluid, as one; the type of dancing only accomplished when both dancers knew the steps. It was good thing she did not have to give much thought to the movement of her feet, because as soon as Elijah’s eyes came to rest on her own, she found that splitting her attention from him became exceedingly difficult.

The waltz carried them among the few other couples who were dancing, their progression around the floor matching the pace of the music. When Elijah complimented her again, that characteristic smile spreading across his lips, Amelia could not help but smile herself, if not a bit shyly. She was not accustomed to this amount of attention, and definitely not the flattery. She found her eyelids closing down further on her eyes at his compliment, feeling suddenly sheepish from all his sweet talk.

“You may have mentioned it,” Amelia answered, although she knew perfectly well that he had already. Since when do you give vague answers when there are facts available? her subconscious questioned, but it was easily brushed aside by the part of her which often came out of hiding when Elijah was around. It was a foreign, less reliable part of herself, but it seemed like the long hibernation period had made it more vigorous than she would have anticipated.

“Where did you learn to dance?” Amelia asked as Elijah dipped her, her eyelids fluttering open again as she looked up at him. He was tall enough that even her lanky frame could be moved around easily by him, and as she was righted again she twirled at his direction, her dress spinning out slightly but still remaining close to her legs.

I guess the train wasn’t such a bad idea…