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The Entrance Hall If the music is too loud and you need a quiet place to chat, come out into the Entrance Hall for a breather. No shenanigans, though, or you'll be sent right to bed. |
Ryan walks quietly in the entrance hall. He had just send an owl to Lindsey and he wasnt sure if she was going to answer. After all they only had meet twice which was much but he had to admit that he really like her presence. This was a kind of girl that like a lots of thing that he enjoyed and it was a shame that they didnt spend more time together but he had to admit that with the Quidditch thing, he didnt have much time to do anything. Not even have time to think. Putting some order in his hair, he waited to see how was going to show up. |
Excelsior walked through the entrance of the Great Hall wearing an outfit very different from any he had worn before. He had his hair slicked back with a muggle hair product, and he was wearing a black leather jacket, tight jeans, motorcycle boots, comb and a white T-shirt. He had gotten the idea from his outfit from a drawing in a muggle book entitled "Happy Days" and the character he was trying to look like was called "The Fonz". He wasn't sure if there would be anyone for him here to partner with, but he was determined to try and enjoy himself after the embarrassing loss to Ravenclaw at quidditch. |
Heather walked through the entrance hall scribbling on a piece of parchment her owl on her shoulder.She flipped her hair out of her eyes to read it clearly.She skimmed it through and then continued.she went to a wall leaning against it to have something to write on.she handed it to her owl"Take it to Jackie,"she said smiling.She turned and left. |
Becky walked into the Entrance Hall Wearing a pair of tight jeans and a pink fitted t-shirt with Pink Ladies written across the back that she had gotten back home. She looked around and saw a few students were already there, but none she knew. She stood to the side leaning against the wall watching them. |
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She hoped she hadn't taken too long, and soon enough, she had spotted Ryan just by the entrance hall. She beamed, and had to recollect herself to keep from squealing. Silly school girl crushes. "Hi Ryan," she smiled once she had approached him. |
Willow get to the entrance hall, feeling slightly nervous. She had never been in a ball before. She had no idea what to expect, but she wanted to have fun. She was wearing fleary skirt an very cute blouse she had bought, in a muggle store with her mother. Her long dark hair was resting a little lower from her shoulder. She looked aroundto see if she could see a friend around there, but she didnt. So she merely waited. |
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Scratching his back, he wasnt used to wear this kind of cloathes. He wasnt a formal kind of person and the sport cloathes that he usually had was making him more comfortable then that. Noticing that Lindsey was amazing in her purple outfit, he bowed at her. "You look lovely tonight." |
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She smiled and blushed just a little bit as he bowed to her. "Thank you," she smiled shyly. |
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Offering his arm in order to lead her, he decided to ask her where she rather go. "Well miss Lindsey.... would it be the buffet or the dancefloor?" |
Evangeline huffed quietly as she walked into the Entrance Hall coming from the Dungeons. Why oh why did she have to share a dormitory with Bella? She sighed and looked down at her polka dot skirt. No – worse, her polka dot poodle skirt! She could see the ball was a Sock Hop ball (whatever that was) but seriously, poodle skirts? Hopefully nobody would recognise her. She folded her arms across her chest and looked back at the corridor which led to the dungeons. Where was Bella? She had made her use these clothes, she could at least show up. |
Bella noticed Evangeline's mood right off as she skipped into the hall, her own poodle skirt twisting around her legs. She made a face at Eva's expression and laughed, "Don't be a party pooper Eva." she scolded with a smile, "We are going to have fun." |
Evangeline, who was once again eyeing her skirt, raised her head immediately at the sound of Bella’s voice. “Well, I hope so Bells.” She said, her arms still folded. “Because I feel pathetic.” She poked her tongue out at Bella and looked around. “So, where to now?” She asked, turning to face Bella. “Do you wanna go and try to find where they hide the chocolate?” She smirked. |
Bella nodded, she was going to tell Eva how cute she looked, but she figured it would fall on deaf ears. "You know, we aren't going to be the only ones in there who are dressed up." she added, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. At the mention of chocolate, her grin broadened, "When do I pass up an opportunity to eat chocolate?" she asked. |
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She smiled as he offered his arm to her, and she linked it with his. "I say... dancefloor, then buffet," she giggled before she entered the brightly decorated great hall. |
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She chuckled at Bella’s rhetorical question. “Never of course. It must run in the family.” She poked her tongue out at Bella again before starting walking towards the Great Hall. “Hurry up then! We don’t wanna miss the chocolate do we?” |
Bella chuckled when Evangeline mentioned that her love for chocolate must run in the family, in fact, it did. Even her uncle Brutus, enjoyed chocolate perhaps too much. "Well." she started, trailing behind Eva, "What can I say?" |
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Rapunzel strolled up to the entrance of the Yule Ball and waited for her lovely date to show up. Hopefully he remembered. And hopefully he was a good dancer. She patiently twiddled with the fancy strap on her handbag and shuffled her high-heeled feet. She felt pretty tonight...and everyone looked so nice..... Rapunzel sighed and leaned against the wall. |
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Christian walked down the stairs to the entrance hall. He was absentmindedly doing up the last few buttons on his coat, he was sporting a brand new black suit (specially picked out for him curtousey of his mother). It was on odd suit, his mother mentioned that it was Japanese styled or something. Leave it to his mother to pick something out of the ordinary. Oh well, at least it fit. Smoothing out any crinkles, he looked around for his "date". It was odd referring to her as his date, but it was true. He had asked her to the dance and she accepted. He remembered stupidly sitting there, gaping at her in shock. He just hoped nothing would go terribly wrong. |
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Mallory peeked through the hallway. Oh, Merlin, there he is! She fumbled with her outfit. It was so...girlie. All her mother's doing. You write to your mom about one dance and a date and she goes buying you pink stuff! ugh! Mantal note number one: Never tell your mom about dances ever. Especially when the involve dates. She fumbled one last time with her outfit until she finally gave up. She descended down the stairs, defeated. Might as well get this thing over with... http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y15...alloryDoll.jpg |
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What to do I say!? You look great?...no that's overrated..Help! I'm failing here! Oh no...she's getting closer...perhaps if I run..no she's fast..oh no.oh noh. oh no... "Hi." |
Fabian Clark made his way into the great hall wearing navy colored dress robes, his shoulder length hair tied up in a neat pony tail. His face carried no emotions at all, but he was rather curious about this ball. Making his way towards the great hall, his eyes stole glances at dark corners checking if any students lingered there. |
Gwen was famous for never really paying attention to where she was going. She was lost in her thought of where she could hide out, until the dance was over. When she accidently tripped on something, causing her to crash and burn as she land on the hard cold ground. She popped up from the ground and gave herself a quick once over. Gwen couldn't find any blood and she wasn't dying and that meant she was okay. 'Hmm maybe the lake will be empty.' she thought to herself for a moment as she stood there for a moment. |
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