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Post by Saab Darius on Aug 19, 2005 2:33:57 GMT -2
Posted for Sabbath Valerious Darius:Miss. Sabbath Darius swept into the magnigicently lit golden ball room. There were roaring fires, trees with holly and decor, fairys all around, enchanted instruments playing music, and beautiful tables filled with feasts of food and pleasurable sweets. She herself was in a black and silver gown. A black corset dress was adorning her body. It was strapless and the ties on the back were of satin ribbons.
On her feet were a pair of silver heels and two dangling star earrings. Her whole get up was based on the black and silver theme. Her hair, oddly, was swept up in a elegant bun, instead of her usual where is flowed down her back. The silver streaks were showing and glimmered. Two slim curled bangs fell at the side. Her eyes looked hopeful as she sat down. All she wanted was to engorge the food, alas she must have to wait. Her eyelids were silver with dark black eyeliner. Black elbow length gloves were on her arms, as she looked around to look for her friends.
She waved to some teachers and put her head on her palms, proping it up on the counter. Her look was the complete opposite of the usual wicked Sabbath. She smiled contently and closed her eyes. I hope people come in soon, I'm starving.....~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Posted for Mona Ivy Darius:In a forest green slim dress, Mona Darius entered the room silently and did only sit a few seats near her sister. "Nice dress sis. Who'd you get it from? Of where? The Pawn shop? I think I wore it last year at the Richimons ball." She put one slender black finger on her chin. Her hand was gloved by a fingerless lace short gloves. The nails were black with a single green emerald star.
She tapped her foot. "IT's so boring here. You'd think people would want to make it more 'Chrismasy'." She stopped and looked around. "So where's your entourage of freaks and preps?"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Posted for Professor Riley:Black heels clacked through the hollow halls. Esemerelda quickened her pace. Her dress shuffled and sweeped against the floors. She wore a long deep sapphire dress, silk and soft. Esemerelda quickly turned and ran into the room. She gasped at the beautiful decorations and faries. She turned her heel and sat in teachers and staff table.
Stopping half way she saw two of her students. Twins? No, Sisters. "Good Evening Ladies." She nodded at them in acknowledgement. All she could think of was Isiah and Lazarus for the past days. She rubbed her forehead silently and sat at her normal seat. Sadly it was between Isiah and Lazarus..... *hint hint*((Last two are short, sorry.))
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Post by Professor Pinfanel on Aug 19, 2005 11:53:24 GMT -2
((Marion isn't here, he went home. XD So I'll just be posting Isiah. I just thought I'd mention that Marion is home for the holidays so that no one tried to talk to him. *catches Sabbath's hint and goes to post Isiah*))
Isiah had been absent the past few days visiting with his parents. However, he could not resist the urge to return for this formal event when he discovered that Esmerelda would be staying at Hogwarts. It made sense, he reasoned. With a war waging in the lake she would otherwise call home, it would make for a very poor celebration. At least at Hogwarts she would have the ability to forget about such things--briefly.
In the week before his departure, students and staff alike had noticed that Isiah was far more land-bound than usual. Though he still flew through the halls from time to time, he did so less often. He rarely ever dove from the windows with the owls during breakfast, or for any other meal, for that matter. This evening, however, was a special occassion, and he felt that he should make an impressive enterance. Not that it really was terribly impressive, when he had done it so many times before...
The ball room contained fewer windows than the main dining area, but that did not make things difficult for the young Professor. Leaning forward on his broom so that he almost appeared to be hugging to the handle, he dove through the window, spiralling inpressively so that the midnight blue velvet of his capelet billowed out. Once clear of that minor obstacle, he circled slowly to catch his bearings and locate the staff table. It was hardly a heartbeat later that he saw Esmerelda. While his pulse fluttered, his broom guided him through a slow descent to land behind her chair.
Here he dismounted, leaning the broom against the wall behind his seat. With a casual gesture born from arrogance--and now triggered by nervousness--his fingers combed through his hair to send the strands flying away from his eyes. The effect wouldn't last, but at least for now his hair looked more tame and suave. With a final nervous adjustment to the silver clasp at his throat (which kept his capelet securely in place), he turned. The velvet of his robes shimmered faintly in the lighting, hinting at a faint silver sheen to the material which was so dark a shade of blue that it appeared almost black. As per Isiah's usual tastes, the robes were actually more like a pants suit which billowed slightly and flattered his form rather well.
Before he allowed himself to actually feel the nerves which were already driving some of his actions, he stepped closer to the Staff Table. Slowly pulling out the chair to the right of Esmerelda, he smiled to her in warm greeting. "Enchanting. Moreso than these meager decorations, I must admit." It seemed that he regained his self-confident and flirtatious habits either during his brief absence or due to the formal festivities. He extended a hand to Esmerelda, hoping to take her own.
Though he was certainly suave this evening, had he finally had a change of heart? Had he chosen to admit his feelings for this woman, or was he still denying them? He gazed into her eyes as he waited for her to respond to his actions, all the while hoping that she could not hear his heart's frantic beat. Why must I always feel this way around her? I hardly know what I feel, or understand it, and yet I act like a lovestruck fool! If I do not give in to this madness, it will surely engulf me. Merlin! When will I know my own heart?
((And yes... I am evil. XD Or at least, I like to think so.))
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Post by Professor Albus Dumbledore on Aug 19, 2005 13:57:39 GMT -2
Dumbledore walked silently into the great Hall, where the Yule feast had pretty much already begun. As he walked and took his normal chair, he noticed that most people were not there yet. Dumbledore just came back from the kitchen to make sure the feast was prepared. Fortunately it was.
He saw Isiah and Esmerelda already at the staff table, and urged to go sit with them, but his seat was in the middle and that is where he had to be. Still he waved and then sat down, waiting for the rest of the studets and teachers to enter.
(( sorry it was kinda short, I am on a tight schedule, ill modify to make it better))
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Post by Hope Silks on Aug 19, 2005 20:49:24 GMT -2
Hope waltzed into the hall, her usual self.The only difference was that she was wearing a long sky blue dress, but, being Hope, she had worn sneakers underneath. The hall's beautiful, as usual. They toned it back a bit this year.Now....where's Sabbath? Hope looked around and spotting her friend, walked over. Seeing the look on her friend Hope poked her. "Oi. What's wrong..You look.....happy? Did you kill someone? " The Ravenclaw said, jumping to the logical conclusion.
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Post by Ayanna Windlew on Aug 20, 2005 2:35:44 GMT -2
Aya walked in feeling a little weird. She had actually bought a dress for the feast. She had a lilac dress on, and kept tripping over the bottom. She had loosly braided her hair and had put glitter in her hair, along with braiding some silver ribbons in her hair. She wore a pair of black ballet slippers. 'There is no way I'm wearing heels. I would kill myself on heels,' she thought, trying to find someone she knew. She had a little make up on, consisting of a light lilac eye shadow, mascara and lip gloss. She was surprised she had even dressed up for the occasion. Normally she would have came down in jeans and one of her band shirts, but she wanted to look good for tonight. 'You never know when you might find a nice guy...'
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Post by Saab Darius on Aug 20, 2005 2:54:52 GMT -2
((This is before the break.I <3 my Avvie!)) Posted for Sabbath:Sabbath laughed, "No. I'm just content." She snarled at her sister and flipped her off. "Nice dress," she said, to Hope. She looked down, "and shoes..."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Posted for Esemerelda:Esemerelda smiled as she saw Isiah. her heart fluttered a bit as she got up. Her insides were churning with a strong fury. She willed her body to stop with some intense breathing.
"OH stop," she said, pishing away his hand and kissing him on the cheek. "We needn't be shy." Trying not to indicate how jittery she was, although it was probably because it was a bit chilly and different compared to the waters. Her eyes looked out the door to see a clear view of the lake. A lone look appeared in her eyes. She forced the sapphire eyes away. "Come sit," She turned and saw Albus. She waved merrily, her attitude returning to normal. Unfortunatly when she turned around and saw Isiah, they started to churn. 'Maybe I'm just hungry,' she thought.((Dat was Phospholipid!! DAMN!! THAT"S ALL I WAS THINKING ABOUT WHILE I WAS TYPING!!!))
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Post by Hope Silks on Aug 20, 2005 4:09:30 GMT -2
((*laughs* phospholipid!!!))
"Did you actually expect me to wear....high heels?" Hope shuddered. "Do you see me in high heels? I at the ball I tripped into the punch bowl, and I was wearing normal shoes!"
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Post by Professor L. Alixcien on Aug 21, 2005 2:09:42 GMT -2
((I am sorry that I have not been on for awhile, damned room mate. Anyway I hope to be on regulary now. Hoping to be at least. Okay here goes.))
Lazarus was on his bed, as he laid on his back he stared up at the ceiling. The ceiling was dark and gloomy, the only light in his chambers were the flickering candlelights. He did not know what to think. Why did he even come to teach at this school? There was no reason why he should even stay anymore, yet there was something holding him back. Lazarus did not want to see the jittery and happy students, let alone the staff members. He did not care what happened to them, yet he still chose to stay. For what reason? He closed his eyes and an image floated into his mind. The image of a woman, with the radiance of a goddess. It had to be her. The only reason.
Lazarus let out a groan and rolled over onto his side, he opened the drawer next to his bed. He withdrew a plastic bottle and unscrewed the cap. He tipped the bottle over and six white capsules lay in his hand. Lazarus raised his hand to his mouth and the capsules disappeared. He swallowed them without the aid of water. The hidden pain inside him grew, Lazarus threw the bottle across the length of the room. It clattered on the wall and hit the floor with a dull thump. He sighed and cursed himself for even thinking about the possibilty of love.
Lazarus pushed himself off the bed and told himself that he had to go to this little "feast." He trudged up the stairs away from his chambers, away from the dungeons to the first floor. As Lazarus neared the Great Hall he could already hear the merry chatter of the students and staff. He groaned inwardly and stopped to look at his own appearance. His hair was still black and sleek, but ruffled because of his lay down. The black clothes that he wore were already wrinkled. Lazarus withdrew his wand and muttered a silent curse. There was a small white flash and he placed his wand back were it belonged.
Lazarus pushed open the great doors and all he saw was the emotion of happiness. He tried to put a smile upon his face, but the sullen look that he had did not help any. His pale complexion was as white as ever, and dark circles were forming beneath them. Aside from all that he still looked quite handsome in this new outfit. Since he usually wore all black, this change was very "odd" of him.
Lazarus strided through the room, the white fabric made of silk and a blend of cotton rippled as it hugged his features adoringly. The white shirt that he wore clung in all the right places, showing the lean muslce mass beneath. The pants were a simple white dress pants that were neatly pressed. Completing all this were his white shoes and the black silk scarf that curled around the nape of his neck. He ran his fingers through his hair to give him a "wind-swept" look as he neared the staff table.
Lazarus saw that Esemerelda was there and so was Isiah. When he saw him there was not feeling of jealousy of of hate. He felt emotionless and this even surprised Lazarus, however, staring at Esemerelda was a different story. He could feeling a small uplift as he glanced at her features. When she spoke with Isiah and he saw her plant a kiss upon Isiah's cheek, Lazarus felt a pang of anger rising in him. Lazarus shook his head and the thought was erased and forgotten.
Lazarus quietly pushed past Isiah and walked up behind Esemerelda. He gently placed a hand upon her shoulder and gave it an assuring squeeze. 'Hmm what now?'
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Post by Draiken Elwing on Aug 23, 2005 2:27:20 GMT -2
Draik strode slowly into the Great Hall. And Great it was! He was dressed in a suit that was a violent shade of purple, a wickid smile on his face. He cracked his knuckles loudly, trying to get people to notice him. Although the Slytherin Table was right next to the door, he strutted up and down the aisles several times. The normal reaction was to point and stare, as other had never seen anything like this outfit, but other went on talking non-chalantly, stealing glances at him now and again.
Draik walked back to the door a final time, stretched, and did an imaginary hat and cane routine only without the hat. Up and down the aisle he went, until he finally plopped down in a seat to the end of the table, plunking his head down on the golden, gleaming plate with a loud clatter that echoed throughout the Hall, causing him to recieve even more stares. As if he cared, though. Draik sat up straight as a pole and itched his ear. His show was done.
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Post by Marlene McKinnon on Aug 23, 2005 2:42:35 GMT -2
Marlene walked tentively into the Hall, outfitted in a flowing navy dress that was only a little darker than her eyes. From her ears hung two silver leaves hanging from ivy. Her dress had a cascading skirt, shimmiering in the soft glow from the lights. It was a strapless beauty. Silver ivy climbed vertically in rows up the top. It was all silver and metallic blue. Half of Marlene's hair was pulled back with a shimmering clip. It was also wavy. Her small blue slippers were soundless as she walked across the Hall to the Ravenclaw Table.
As she walked by the Slyhterin Table, Marlene glanced uneasily at Draik Elwing, who was suited in purple. She scowled and deftly raised a brow, then put her head down and rushed to the Table, nearly falling flat on her face. Biting her lip, Marlene longed for her quill, ink, and parchment. If only she could write, then she could escape this nightmare. The shy creature was hardly recognizable, but still self-concious. Legs weak, Marlene sat down lightly, hoping her friend Maura McGrubben would spot her and sit next to her. Eyes watching the scene around her, Marlene wished this were a mere story.
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Post by Professor Pinfanel on Aug 23, 2005 13:49:21 GMT -2
Isiah could did not quite manage to hide the red tinge that creeped up his neck and added a glow to his cheeks. The kiss had been unexpected, given that the two have always been on uneven ground. "Is that so?" He smiled softly, although his heart lept at her words. Before he could stop himself, he had voiced his own thoughts. "What needn't we be shy about?" She had offered for him to sit, but he did not get that opportunity. As Lazarus pushed between the two, Isiah arched a brow and took a step backwards. That was uncalled for. As Lazarus sat to the left of Esmerelda, there was no reason for him to force his way between she and Isiah. With a faint whuff to blow the hair out of his eyes, Isiah crossed his arms. Lazarus was blocking him from his chair, now, so there was nothing he could do but wait.
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Post by Professor Riley on Aug 24, 2005 0:59:24 GMT -2
Esemerelda smiled at Isiah, "Yes that is so." She smiled. Such innocence and kindness was only in a pure heart. Not a tainted one. 'peaking of tainted,' she thought, as she felt Lazarus's aura near. His hand gripped her shouler.
Esemerelda swirled around and smiled brightly, though a bit annoyed at how rudely he interrupted. "Hello Lazarus." She pushed past him and sat at her seat.
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Post by Professor Albus Dumbledore on Aug 24, 2005 16:29:54 GMT -2
Dumbledore watched the students and looked around when he found out that the food was drinks were not yet here. He walked up slowly and brushed out of the Great hall and to the kitchens, hoping to find an explanation.
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Post by Renzer Silver-Arrow on Aug 25, 2005 20:58:33 GMT -2
Renzer trudged down the stairs and she was not dressed in a very "elegant" attire. She did not care about her appearance because there was no need too; however, she did let her hair down. That and a semi-long black skirt, and a nice cropped black button up t-shirt. This attire was of course all draped in a black leather trench coat.
She pushed opened the doors and scanned the room, the place was not as full as it regularly was. Renzer saw Saab and quickly walked over to her. She formed her fist into the shape of a gun, or if put to someones back it would feel like a gun. Renzer silently walked up behind Saab and stuck her fist below her neck. "Don't move, or I will shoot!"
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Post by Clover Raider on Aug 26, 2005 0:36:11 GMT -2
Clover poked her head into the Great Hall, looking arounf frantically for her friends. Spotting Hope and Sab, she yelled their names and waved frantically at them to come here. She was in a dilema and needed their help.
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