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Emzily · 07-20-2022, 08:29 AM

SPOILER!!: “Professor Carton and Kiara”

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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy

Oh dear Merlin, Norman hated dances! He was more of an intellectual creature than a social one, always had been, always would be. Even in his own school days when he was young enough to enjoy them, he didn’t. Every school dance that he was ever forced to attend was spent hanging out at the refreshment table… until that time when a certain red-haired girl pulled him onto the dance floor. The wallflower and the social butterfly, what a mismatched pair they were!

He shook his head. No, he would not allow himself to think of her tonight. The memories would just make him emotional, and getting emotional would be of no use to anyone. What he felt was irrelevant anyway. This night was for the kids, not him, and that was as it should be. He was here to make sure this night went off without a hitch for them, and he wouldn’t let anything, especially not his personal feelings, stand in the way of doing that job.

Dressed in a simple black suit with a bluish-green tie the exact shade of his eyes, Norman made his way to the refreshment table, greeting any students he saw along the way. Whether it was a case of old habits die hard or an attempt to find the best vantage point to watch for shenanigans, he had no idea. He briefly glanced at the food offerings, ultimately passing them all up for now. Eating too much would make him sluggish and less able to react if things went sideways. And let’s face it, with this school's history, it was less a question of if than when.

One glass of punch wouldn’t hurt, though. As he helped himself, he spotted Simon talking to O’Neill. “Good evening, Simon,” he greeted. “Good evening, Miss O’Neill.”

Elsewhere he saw Benetti and Gaeltheos. “Hello, Mr. Benetti, Miss Gaeltheos. See anything good?” The question was directed at either or both of them, whoever cared to answer.

Kiara Ryder was here, so let’s get this party started! Although this Gryffindor gal was more on the tomboy side, she couldn’t pass up a night of fun, even if it meant (Ugh!) formal wear. She’d gone with a fiery red dress, in keeping with the elements theme and her house pride, and a pair of simple black boots - because this girl did not do high heels! What was the point of going to a dance if your shoes were too high to walk in, let alone dance?

First stop of the evening: the refreshment table. Those crisps and dips were calling her name! She hoped they had the kind of salsa she liked, but she wasn’t getting her hopes up. She liked it spicy enough to make a dragon cry! As she approached, she saw one of her housemates already there. “Hi, Remy,” she said with a wave and a smile. “I like your dress.” The black was sleek and classy and not over-the-top frilly. She dipped a crisp into a bowl of salsa - once, mind you, because double dipping was rude and disgusting! Hmm… not burn-your-tongue-off spicy, but it wasn’t bad either. “You should try this salsa!”

Hanging out at the snack area was already doing wonders for her festering anxiety, as who could be worried when around food?! Hogwarts was quite legendary in their spreads as well - very distracting. After dipping into some guacamole and crunching the crisp into her mouth, she jumped as she was surname addressed. It was weird having teachers at social events, felt like she was doing something illegal and was about to get caught despite her totally innocent double dipping.

“Hi, Professor Carton.” Remy replied BEFORE swallowing her food. “Just investigating the dip front… looking for something spicy.” Okay, trying the guacamole first may not have been the best choice when looking for spicy.

The salsa was encouraged by her fellow Gryffindor, Kiara, who did look fantastic in that dress. Remy’s eyes were drawn straight to it. “Wow, you look amazing.” She almost ignored the compliment on her own dress. ALMOST. “Aww thanks…” The knowing grin on her face was apparent. “I went a little boring with just black, though.” Her comment may or may not be her fishing for more compliments.

Back to the salsa… “Reckon it will be hot enough to make my ears pop?” Or make them smoke. Because that was fun and stuff, although hopefully wouldn’t mess up her hair.

07-20-2022, 08:29 AM	#24 (permalink)
Emzily Abraxan Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Prythian Posts: 25,161 Hogwarts RPG Name: Molly Wyndham #cf4269 Ravenclaw Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Solomon Duck Slytherin Seventh Year x5 x2	Raspberry Jam \| #ChocolateFrogFamous \| Ultimate Fangirl SPOILER!!: “Professor Carton and Kiara” Quote: Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy Oh dear Merlin, Norman hated dances! He was more of an intellectual creature than a social one, always had been, always would be. Even in his own school days when he was young enough to enjoy them, he didn’t. Every school dance that he was ever forced to attend was spent hanging out at the refreshment table… until that time when a certain red-haired girl pulled him onto the dance floor. The wallflower and the social butterfly, what a mismatched pair they were! He shook his head. No, he would not allow himself to think of her tonight. The memories would just make him emotional, and getting emotional would be of no use to anyone. What he felt was irrelevant anyway. This night was for the kids, not him, and that was as it should be. He was here to make sure this night went off without a hitch for them, and he wouldn’t let anything, especially not his personal feelings, stand in the way of doing that job. Dressed in a simple black suit with a bluish-green tie the exact shade of his eyes, Norman made his way to the refreshment table, greeting any students he saw along the way. Whether it was a case of old habits die hard or an attempt to find the best vantage point to watch for shenanigans, he had no idea. He briefly glanced at the food offerings, ultimately passing them all up for now. Eating too much would make him sluggish and less able to react if things went sideways. And let’s face it, with this school's history, it was less a question of if than when. One glass of punch wouldn’t hurt, though. As he helped himself, he spotted Simon talking to O’Neill. “Good evening, Simon,” he greeted. “Good evening, Miss O’Neill.” Elsewhere he saw Benetti and Gaeltheos. “Hello, Mr. Benetti, Miss Gaeltheos. See anything good?” The question was directed at either or both of them, whoever cared to answer. Kiara Ryder was here, so let’s get this party started! Although this Gryffindor gal was more on the tomboy side, she couldn’t pass up a night of fun, even if it meant (Ugh!) formal wear. She’d gone with a fiery red dress, in keeping with the elements theme and her house pride, and a pair of simple black boots - because this girl did not do high heels! What was the point of going to a dance if your shoes were too high to walk in, let alone dance? First stop of the evening: the refreshment table. Those crisps and dips were calling her name! She hoped they had the kind of salsa she liked, but she wasn’t getting her hopes up. She liked it spicy enough to make a dragon cry! As she approached, she saw one of her housemates already there. “Hi, Remy,” she said with a wave and a smile. “I like your dress.” The black was sleek and classy and not over-the-top frilly. She dipped a crisp into a bowl of salsa - once, mind you, because double dipping was rude and disgusting! Hmm… not burn-your-tongue-off spicy, but it wasn’t bad either. “You should try this salsa!” Hanging out at the snack area was already doing wonders for her festering anxiety, as who could be worried when around food?! Hogwarts was quite legendary in their spreads as well - very distracting. After dipping into some guacamole and crunching the crisp into her mouth, she jumped as she was surname addressed. It was weird having teachers at social events, felt like she was doing something illegal and was about to get caught despite her totally innocent double dipping. “Hi, Professor Carton.” Remy replied BEFORE swallowing her food. “Just investigating the dip front… looking for something spicy.” Okay, trying the guacamole first may not have been the best choice when looking for spicy. The salsa was encouraged by her fellow Gryffindor, Kiara, who did look fantastic in that dress. Remy’s eyes were drawn straight to it. “Wow, you look amazing.” She almost ignored the compliment on her own dress. ALMOST. “Aww thanks…” The knowing grin on her face was apparent. “I went a little boring with just black, though.” Her comment may or may not be her fishing for more compliments. Back to the salsa… “Reckon it will be hot enough to make my ears pop?” Or make them smoke. Because that was fun and stuff, although hopefully wouldn’t mess up her hair. __________________ who could love me, I am out of my mind___________________________ _________________throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream