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ArianaBlack · 12-03-2019, 10:13 PM

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Originally Posted by Lady of Light

Lenora felt irritated more than anything else. She had been really looked forward to the ball the first time around and since that hadn’t happened.. it didn’t feel the same anymore. Besides, she had been stressing about so many things lately that the idea of dancing and looking pretty.. having fun.. wasn’t something she actually cared about now.

She simply stood in the foyer, wearing the dress that she had been planning to wear for the ball-that-didn’t-happen, watching people enter the ballroom. Did she really want to go in? Or did she want to just go back to her dorm and sleep? The latter seemed like a better option at the moment.

Elegant. It was a beautiful word, wasn’t it? It was also a word that could never, ever be used to describe one Finneas Schmoe. For this lanky string-bean of a man was everything BUT elegant. He was the bumbling man he always was! Only this time, he was wearing a rather large set of dress robes. They were lilac! And clashed horribly with his hair.

He had forgotten his pocket protector though, and that in itself was a disaster waiting to happen... So he just needed to step out for a moment to— OH! He nearly ran into the young Gryffindor! The abrupt stop had him on his tip-toes so that he was VERY much towering over her. He did, however, look down to give her a SUPER BIG (borderline creepy) smile!! He wasn’t a scary dude. Just a strange one.

”Ms. Bell!” Ho, ho, ho. He laughed uncomfortably. If she was visibly upset, it went straight over Schmoe’s head. He was never good at that kind of thing, social cues. ”What are you doing out here? The ball is thataaaah awayyyy!” He punctuated the point with some wiggly brows and finger points to the door.

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ArianaBlack Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod DMLE & DMT Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,676 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin First Year Ministry RPG Name: Tomasz Łaska Law Enforcement x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Quote: Originally Posted by Lady of Light Lenora felt irritated more than anything else. She had been really looked forward to the ball the first time around and since that hadn’t happened.. it didn’t feel the same anymore. Besides, she had been stressing about so many things lately that the idea of dancing and looking pretty.. having fun.. wasn’t something she actually cared about now. She simply stood in the foyer, wearing the dress that she had been planning to wear for the ball-that-didn’t-happen, watching people enter the ballroom. Did she really want to go in? Or did she want to just go back to her dorm and sleep? The latter seemed like a better option at the moment. Elegant. It was a beautiful word, wasn’t it? It was also a word that could never, ever be used to describe one Finneas Schmoe. For this lanky string-bean of a man was everything BUT elegant. He was the bumbling man he always was! Only this time, he was wearing a rather large set of dress robes. They were lilac! And clashed horribly with his hair. He had forgotten his pocket protector though, and that in itself was a disaster waiting to happen... So he just needed to step out for a moment to— OH! He nearly ran into the young Gryffindor! The abrupt stop had him on his tip-toes so that he was VERY much towering over her. He did, however, look down to give her a SUPER BIG (borderline creepy) smile!! He wasn’t a scary dude. Just a strange one. ”Ms. Bell!” Ho, ho, ho. He laughed uncomfortably. If she was visibly upset, it went straight over Schmoe’s head. He was never good at that kind of thing, social cues. ”What are you doing out here? The ball is thataaaah awayyyy!” He punctuated the point with some wiggly brows and finger points to the door. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!