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Post by mj2 on Sept 14, 2011 10:05:45 GMT -5
damn, damn, damn, [/b][/size][/font]  what i'd do to have you near, near, near[/size] i wish you were here ![/i][/b][/size][/font] — — — — — — — —[/center]
Pulling the laced, silver mask over her pale blue eyes, Charlotte let out a sigh and sat down at the edge of her bed. Staring into the mirror across from her, she made a sudden realisation and reached over to her bedside to retrieve a sparkling silver necklace; a charm, formed into a cursive 'C,' dangled over her palm. Charlotte clipped it around her neck and looked into the mirror again. A seventeen-year-old girl with short white and green dress, carefully done hair, white high heels, glittering green earrings, and a mysterious silver mask glared back at her. She rolled her eyes; she didn't even want to do this.
Any and every dance she had ever gone to, she had gone with Drew. He was the only one who she could dance, have fun, and feel one-hundred percent comfortable with. Now that he was gone, she didn't want to have fun. As much as she loved to dance, she couldn't knowing that her one and only partner-in-crime and best friend in the world was gone. But Charlotte didn't have a choice. As head girl, she had to go. She had to keep an eye an all the morons, or who knew what would happen? Hopefully people would leave her alone. It was one of those instances when she thought she might shatter if somebody said the wrong thing.
Taking her wand from the nightstand, Charlotte decided that she had put it off long enough, and she started towards the masquerade ball. She just hoped that she didn't have to deal with too many gits tonight, and hopefully no one would recognize her. With a heavy heart, she drifted down the steps gracefully, and soon enough, she was stepping into the dance. It was already packed full of students—groups of friends, young and old. She groaned and took a seat beside the punch, which, she could tell, had already been spiked. Part of Charlotte was tempted to drink the whole bowl just to keep her mind off of things.
She gripped her necklace—the one that Drew had given her for her birthday years ago—and scanned the bustling crowd before her. This wouldn't be too bad, she tried to tell herself. She couldn't manage a smile, but on the inside, she just kept telling herself that she could do this. Charlotte knew she had to get through; she didn't have another choice.
TAGS?! james potter!
NOTES?! awwww. D:
OUTFIT?! dress, shoes, hair, necklace, mask, and earrings
CREDIT?! MJ!
LYRICS? avril lavigne, wish you were here
WORDS?! ---![/blockquote] [/size] |
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Post by ella on Sept 14, 2011 15:08:16 GMT -5
Is it the look in your eyes?
Or is it the way you move?
Oh, who cares baby? Right now it's only me and you... -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- [/size][/color]
Carefully, James secured his black and silver mask.
It covered almost his whole face, leaving him
unrecognisable. For the occasion, he'd made an
effort, and with the help of lots of bottles gel,
his hair was no lying relatively flat. He checked
himself in the mirror one last time. His suit was
plain black and had a matching black tie. He'd not
added any colours on purpose. Wearing a green
tie would have made him uncomfortable, since it
was a common part of the Slytherin uniform, but
on the other hand, wearing a maroon tie would
have raised suspicions about his true house. And
he didn't want that. This night, he wanted to be
invisible. Unrecognisable. Not a nobody, but a stranger,
someone who could dance without being afraid to ruin
his reputation, someone who could dance with any girl,
from any house (since he wouldn't know which house
they were in anyway) without arousing rumours, or
making the girl in question follow him around like a
lost puppy afterwards.
James had always liked to dance, and he knew how to.
He was a really good dancer, even though he did not
always show it. Dancing wasn’t ‘cool’, well, ballroom
dancing wasn’t. The boys always admired a good
hip-hop or break-dancer, but a male ballroom dancer?
That was just weird. Of course, this was also the main
reason he was so fond of the masquerade thing.
Anyway, on with it. If he stood here in front of his
mirror any longer, he might as well be a bloody girl!
Last check-up. “Most important, the suit”. Glancing
up and down his mirror-image, James was able to
confirm that he actually did wear the whole suit.
Know those dreams where you go to a party, see
everyone looking at you, and suddenly find out you’ve
forgotten your pants? Yeah? Well, James wasn’t
willing to try that one out for real. Two; “The tie”.
He tugged the simple black piece of clothing gently,
confirming that it was in fact securely fastened to
his neck. And then finally, last but not least, the one
thing this whole party was about; “The Mask”. The
simple but beautiful black-silver mask spread a subtle
glance, making the otherwise whole black ensemble
get a mysterious and classy look. There wasn’t any
colour in his outfit, and there weren’t real ‘sparkles’,
but the subtlety and harmonious unison of his clothes
made his well toned body (hey, Quidditch really does
miracles!) stand out nicely. Nodding at his reflection,
he diverted his eyes and prepaired to walk out of the
common room, on his way to the Great Hall, where
the ball was being held, as every ball always was.
On his own, he exited the portrait, looking around
for other people who might see him. James hadn’t
arranged to meet with any of his friends tonight,
deciding that he really, really wanted to do the
masquerade thing the right way, which meant that
no-one was supposed to have any idea who he was.
Hanging around with his usual crowd of friends would
certainly not help with that. He knew about some
Gryffindors who’d decided to go together anyway,
but there were just as many that dared to go alone.
And didn’t that just made anything way more exiting?
Upon entering the hall, James had to keep his mouth
from falling open. “Congrats Lottie!” he breathed.
“Wow, just… wow!” The hall was exquisitely beautifully
decorated. The Heads had really outdone themselves this
year. It seemed like Jacov and Charlotte, even though they
did not got along that well, did do a very good job on decorating
the hall together. The decorations were al in neutral black
and white (as if to show preference to a singe house)
but still, it didn’t seem to sober. There were little springy
fairies flying around the room, and the floor of the
area where lots of little soberly set tables were scattered
around the room, was covered with a thick, woolly white
rug. On one side, there was a huge buffet table, on which
you could find all kinds of snacks and soft drinks. There
were some huge bowls of punch too. James smirked.
The punch was supposed to be a alcohol-low drink, but
of course, it had been spiked by now. It got spiked every
single time. And he could know it, since he most of the
time, he was the one who did it. Not this time though.
He’d ‘accidentally’ let slip that he wasn’t planning to
spike the punk this year, because it was his last year and
he had decided to let one drink be as it was supposed to
finally. Of course, he’d made sure there were some fifth
years students (of which he knew they were striving to be
real pranksters) in the neighbourhood. Ah, ingenious, that
one. He had the punch spiked without having to work on
the actual plan himself! He really should have thought of
that sooner.
Glancing around the room, James checked out the girls
grouping together on the sidelines, hoping fore some
guy to ask them to dance. Picking one that could be a
good dance-partner might be harder than he thought.
Sighing, he made a move to run his hand trough his hair,
just in time realising that that move was sure to give him
away, if it wasn’t because it was his trademark move, it
would certainly make his hair go non-straight and unruly
again. And no-one could ignore the Potter-hair. He dropped
his hand again and pursed his lips in frustration. Ugh!
It was so hard to get rid of habits like that, even if it
was just for one day. He let his eyes go over the group
of girls again. ‘Too fat’, he thought when he saw the
first one. He couldn’t imagine lifting her up, and what
if she lost her balance? Even with his Quidditch-muscles,
there was no way he could hold that one. Number two
was judged ‘Too skinny, she’d probably snap in two if
you even tried to put your hand on her waist…’
Number three was ‘Too tall, they would look like
idiots, her towering a heads above him. Jeez, she
looked like a giant! I mean, James was quite tall
himself, but even he felt like a midget in comparison!
Shaking his head, James dismissed those thoughts,
and fixed his attention on another group of girls.
And then he saw her. The perfect girl. She was about
half a head smaller than he was, wasn’t really gossiping
and giggling with the other girls, standing a bit to the
side and looking at the food instead. She wasn’t too
skinny, nor too fat, but beautifully proportioned. Her
dark hair was in a nonchalant braid and her long white-pink
dress flowed around her body graciously. Grinning because
he finally found his prey, James approached the girl.
“Hello there!” he said, still grinning. “How are you today?”
The girl looked up to him, and James could see how the
tiny part of her face that was not covered with her mask
turned bright red. “I- errm… g-good. H-hey!” she stuttered.
Slightly taken aback by her reaction, he replied: “That’s
good. Is the food good?” The girl’s grey-brownish eyes
widened in shock that a guys would actually be talking to
her, and quickly grabbed her cup of punch to mask her
nervousness, hitting two other cups in her haste, which
both fell to the ground. James only now noticed that
the way the girl moved clearly pointed to clumsiness.
Still, he’d approached her, and it wasn’t nice to just
ship of the girl now. “You, err, want to dance?” he
asked unsurely. The girl blushed even more brightly
now. “I err… no?” she looked up at him shyly. James
blinked. She let him down? Oh… well… okay, I guess?
I mean, he hadn’t want to dance with her anyway, so
it was fine, wasn’t it? But the thing was, she’d rejected
him… that was a huge blow to his self-esteem.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, but I really can’t dance,
I mean, really not. Everyone would laugh with me and
I’d stumble all over you and… now I’ve angered you and
I’m sorry and…” the girl started to ramble. James slowly
lifted his hand, motioning the girl to stop talking. “It’s fine,
really. I understand. Well, anyway. You look gorgeous
tonight, and maybe I’ll see you around?” he asked. “I’ll
be going now. Bye!” he scurried of quickly, hoping she
wouldn’t change her mind anytime soon.
James sighed. Come on! He had been here for a
bloody hour and he still hadn’t seen any girl that
looked like she could actually dance? How was
that even possible? He was getting really pissed off
now, and hoped he’d find a dance-partner soon.
He hadn’t come to the party anonymous not to be
able to dance! Damn it, damn it, damn it! AARGH!
He looked around the room once more. There was
a girl standing next to the punch he hadn’t seen
before. She was wearing a pretty white with green
dress. Maybe she was a Slytherin? Oh well, James
decided he didn’t care, he wasn’t a Potter today,
and could dance with who-ever he wanted, even
if it was a Slytherin. Hah, it was a shame Albus
wasn’t a girl, they could have danced and not
ignored each other for one day… James shook his
head to get rid of this trail of thoughts and looked over
at the girl once more. The colour of her dress
fitted her really good actually. And her silver mask
had a certain… mysterious look over it. He watched
her closely, and remarked to his relief that she moved
around gracefully. So, she should be a good dancer.
Still, James didn’t feel like walking up to her and just
bluntly asking her. That went so well last time, didn’t
it? Therefore, he silently approached the girl, and
reached past her in order to get some punch, smiling
kindly at her. She had gorgeous pale-blue eyes, and
a nagging feeling on the back of James’head told him
he had seen those eyes before. ‘Of course you have
seen those eyes before, moron!’ a voice in his head
scolded him. ‘She’s in the same school as you are,
and she looks like she might be in the same year as
well. Now stop staring at her! You look like an idiot!’
Blinking quickly, James diverted his staring look from
the girl and coughed nervously.
[/center] Tags?!! Mystery girl/ Charlotte Notes?! I had SO much fun writing this! ^^ Outfit?! see above. Mask here. Credit?! Ella Lyrics?! Adapted version of Bruno Mars Words?! 1764 [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by mj2 on Sept 20, 2011 18:54:24 GMT -5
damn, damn, damn, [/b][/size][/font] what i'd do to have you near, near, near[/size] i wish you were here ![/i][/b][/size][/font] — — — — — — — —[/center]
Twiddling her wand in her hands, Charlotte let out another sigh and shut her pale blue eyes. It wasn't fair. All these students were out and having fun, and neither she nor Drew were able to do the same—Drew because he was gone, and Charlotte because she couldn't have fun without him. An hour must have gone by, and there she was, sitting alone and forced to watch the idiots—a clear fourth of them drunk—and make sure they didn't kill each other. After spending the entire morning setting up for the dance, she was partially surprised she could even keep her eyes open. After all, she'd been pretty tired. For a moment, her eyes wandered to the punch... it would help her loosen up a bit.
Oh, she just wanted to dance—and so badly. But she couldn't bring herself to enjoy the night, and that made the whole atmosphere so unbearably overwhelming. Charlotte shut her eyes, fighting back the stress and tears that were working their way to the front. Would anyone care or notice if she just left? Jacov could handle the whole thing on his own, couldn't he? After all, there really was no point in her sticking around. The punch was already spiked, she was already considering taking a drink. What good would she do with that sort of mentality? Just sitting there—just thinking—was killing her. She felt nearly right at her breaking point when someone's voice interrupted her train of thought.
"Damn, I like a girl with a nice tattoo!"
She turned around to set eyes on an unfamiliar figure—though his appearance suggested that he was a year or two younger than her. Charlotte reached over her shoulder and covered the tattoo, raising her eyebrows at the guy. She didn't know what to say. She worried that if she so much as a muttered a word, she would break into pieces. The tattoo on her shoulder blade was a quote: "Together, let's explore the stars" in a cursive print, and written underneath were the words "A. James, 5-25-23." Why couldn't people just leave her alone? Why did this night have to be such a horrible one? It was hard enough to deal with the pain of losing Drew everywhere she went.
The guy didn't seem to take the subtle hint, leaning hard on the punch table. "So... what's it mean, gorgeous?" he asked, and Charlotte could almost taste the alcohol on his breath. Inhaling deeply, she prepared herself to retort… when suddenly a girl approached them and the boy pulled with her. "What are you doing? Come dance with me! she squealed, and the boy hardly spared Charlotte another glance before he was pulled across the dance floor. Charlotte shook her head. On any other day, she would have kicked the kid's ass for hitting on her; today, she felt so vulnerable. She couldn't even come to her feet before another masked figure reached over her—so close—just to grab some punch. For a moment, they locked eyes. Charlotte could have sworn she had seen his handsome chocolate brown eyes before, but she was too worked up to muse over it.
She had to get out—to splash her water on her face or something! Though the boy seemed to be staring at her, she knitted her eyebrows and looked away. Snatching her wand of the table, she gracefully came to her feet and fixed her dress. "Excuse me…" she whispered very feebly to the familiar male as she pushed past him. On her way out, she stopped and, feeling bad for not even saying "hello," she turned slightly back to the boy. "I'm not sure if you know…" she managed, her voice still quite low… "but the punch is spiked. I can't stop you from drinking it if you want, but… just so you know."
Turning around again, Charlotte started toward the door.
TAGS?! james potter!
NOTES?! how weird is it that i made drew's last name james? ironic, right? haha.
OUTFIT?! dress, shoes, hair, necklace, mask, and earrings
CREDIT?! MJ!
LYRICS? avril lavigne, wish you were here
WORDS?! 682![/blockquote] [/size] |
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Post by ella on Sept 29, 2011 11:00:37 GMT -5
Is it the look in your eyes?
Or is it the way you move?
Oh, who cares baby? Right now it's only me and you... -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- [/size][/color]
‘Excuse me’. The girl’s quiet voice snapped James back to reality. Oh crap.
How long had he been staring? He blinked and noticed that the girl had pushed
past him and was now making a move to go out. Why hadn’t he asked her to
dance yet? She looked like she would make a great dancer, but instead of just
asking her, he’d stood there staring at her like a moron, just because her eyes
looked familiar! James mentally slapped himself on the head. ’Ask her!’ his
inner voice yelled, ‘She’s heading out, you idiot!’ Right when he was about
to teach the voice it’s place with a witty remark, the girl stopped and turned
opened her mouth. Her voice was low, and – in James eyes – sounded incredibly
sexy. He forced his mind to listen to the actual words. Was she honestly warning
him about the punch. James let his drink whirl around in his glass and
chuckled lightly. Of course he knew that the punch was spiked. I mean, who
didn’t? It was always spiked. Mostly even by him, but of course she didn’t
knew who he was. He prepared himself to answer, but when he looked back
up, he noticed that she did not longer pay attention to him, but had turned
her back and proceeded her walk to the doors. Deciding not to let her go,
James leapt forward and grabbed her arm, almost forcing her to turn around.
“Wait!” he started, “I was actually going to ask you…” he bit his lip nervously.
Yes, he might be theJames Potter and not at all shy, but at the same time…
tonight, he wasn’t James Potter, just some guy that got rejected by another
girl he asked – though he had to admit that he was quite glad not to have to
dance with that one – just mere moments ago, and was now trying to convince
another pretty girl to dance with him. He was allowed to be nervous! “So, ask you…”
Suddenly he realised that he was still holding her arm in a death grip. Couching
embarrassed, he relaxed his fingers and allowed her arm to slip out of his hand.
He prayed to dear old, beardy Merlin that this wasn’t a girly-girl-girl that would
start crying and accuse him of abuse. Rolling his eyes at this – quite amusing but
majorly embarrassing – thought. The Question, James. Will you nearly ask the girl
to dance? James fixed his composure and popped out the question; “You want
to dance with me?”. Finally. Or, ‘How long can it take to say one sentence?’
Okay, so maybe it came out a bit weird. He should have asked whether she would
like to dance with him, or give him the honour of a dance. But oh well…
Carefully, James studied her face in order to pick up her reaction. He really hoped
she’s say yes. A good dance was what he really needed right now. After all, it was
why he had come to this bal anonymous. And it might just be the thing that would
be able to finally shut up those annoying voices in his head for a while.
[/center] Tags?!! Mystery girl/ Charlotte Notes?! nope Outfit?! see above. Mask here. Credit?! Ella Lyrics?! Adapted version of Bruno Mars Words?! 528 [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by mj2 on Oct 7, 2011 12:45:52 GMT -5
damn, damn, damn, [/b][/size][/font] what i'd do to have you near, near, near[/size] i wish you were here ![/i][/b][/size][/font] — — — — — — — —[/center]
Did she care if he was just another idiot who wanted the punch spiked? Did she care that he could have been the one who did it? No, but as head girl, she felt a certain obligation towards it. Charlotte her pale blue eyes and took a long, deep breath. She loved to dance, but this whole night was a horrible blur and experience for her. What did that say about the person she had become over the last year? How were you supposed to go on when all the things that made you laugh and smile made you sick? How do you go on when nothing makes you happy?
Charlotte couldn't even begin to find an answer to those questions before someone latched onto her arm. She whirled around at the slight tug, her teeth gritted together, and prepared herself to take a swing at the ass who dared to touch her. Charlotte tugged at her arm, but this guy had her in a death grip. Nevertheless, she managed to hold on to her temper when she realised who she was looking at. It was that kid again—the one with those familiar brown eyes. She froze in his grip, her lips parted to mouth the word "what?" All she had wanted was to get through the night, and tonight, it seemed like everybody in that room had something to say to her.
The tall, dark, and handsome male started to speak—stumbling over his words a bit—about asking her something. Charlotte raised an eyebrow, thankfully slipping her arm out his grip as he released it. She rubbed it slowly, her eyes widening as the mystery man asked her to dance. Honestly? She didn't know what to say. Charlotte's jaw even dropped slightly. On the inside, her heart was fighting with her head. She had come to this damn dance without even hoping to speak, nonetheless move around the dance floor, and now, for some reason—gazing into his eyes—she wanted to. What was this? She had just been going on and on about how dancing had been ruined for her, and in a split second, this kid changed that! Looking into those familiar eyes, she felt that passion again.
She couldn't say no... especially not after this guy had obviously worked up such a nerve to ask her. Charlotte almost felt she owed him. Hesitantly, she held out a hand for him to take.
"I suppose I could spare you a dance or two," she responded with a strong, but shaky, voice. She smiled at him, her eyes examining his face; now she was curious to discover who she was dancing with. "Are you going to tell me who you are? Something tells me you're one to keep that sort of thing a secret."
TAGS?! james potter!
NOTES?! she likes hiiiiiiim. (:
OUTFIT?! dress, shoes, hair, necklace, mask, and earrings
CREDIT?! MJ!
LYRICS? avril lavigne, wish you were here
WORDS?! 489![/blockquote] [/size] |
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