His jaw fell wide open at what Fran had said. "Whaaaaaaat?! Bucky, I know you're desperate. I didn't think you'd be that desperate. Oh, you poor thing. Don't worry, your close friend Leo is here," he comforted her, patting her hand a little more.

Bucky, however, was resisting his help. Why? The only reason he could think up was that she didn't want to seem less than everyone else around them. But then again, had he gone all wrong with this? Did she really have a date with her? Was she happy with her life? Leo mused on these thoughts.

"Will all move in together, darling." Leo responded to Lua, squeezing her hand back and leaning down to give her cheek a gentle peck. "We wouldn't want to leave anyone out here."

His head whipped back to look at Bucky with startled eyes. Did she say faint? "Bucky, are you feeling sick? If you are, you should go home and rest. You wouldn't want to pass out while dancing. That would be awful."

Ema entered the entrance hall and looked around, amazed at the sight before her. She had never attended a party this grand, nor a dance or a ball. She just...stood there...with her mouth open.

She had thought her brown and turquoise dress would have been too dressy for something school related - turned out she was wrong. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear (the rest of her hair was neatly pinned up in a french twist) and straightened out her dress.

The only thing Francesca heard was food. That was something she could definitely use right now considering she didn't eat very much on the way to Hogwarts. In fact she didn't exactly eat proper meals half the time anymore because of being constantly on the go but it's whatever. "I'm about to faint too actually. I didn't eat on the way here so we should definitely go find some food. I get cranky when I don't eat and I don't exactly want my reputation to come flying back to me here."

Looking up over the crowd, he noticed a very familiar, and very clueless, face. What else was new? He waved, calling out just enough he hoped Leo might hear. "Leo! It's been a while!"

....Seriously? Tucking a stray copper strand back into her up-do with one hand, Celestina rolled her eyes at Leo. Merlin and Morgana help Lua understand him. She obviously had some kind of magical perceptive power that Celestina obviously lacked because everything that came out of Leo's mouth was sounding like a bunch of crazy talk to her.

"Get a clue, Moretti," voiced Celestina loudly before turning towards Fran. She, actually, preferred to go alone but this was a bloody alumni ball. There was no way she was going to go alone anywhere. Although, Fran had just admitted to being hungry. Perhaps it was the lack of proper nourishment that was making her say outrageous declarations against her NOT DESPERATE person.

"Nothing better than free food," quipped Bucky wrinkling her nose. "At least, that's what I like to think. I wonder if they have lactose-free pudding," she murmured lastly, already walking towards the food table. She stopped long enough to be distracted by a shout. It wasn't for her, obviously, as her name was not Leo but...it was....her old Herbology Professor. Instinctively, Bucky shuddered. Not good planting times.

Leo gapped at Fran once she admitted to also feeling faint. Why did these women not feed themselves?! Did they think they'd achieve anything other than death by doing that?! Oh, he was so going to bring the both of them over when the family gathers around. Nothing like italian food with lots of meat.

"Both of you should eat. EAT. Why is it that we have stomachs? To eat. I don't understand you women!" He exclaimed, flailing his arms about like a chicken. Yes, a chicken. "We will go in this instant and get you all food. Goodness, if you mothers saw you I bet they'd have a fit."

Mother Hen Moretti.

That's his new name.

Before they were about to move, however, someone called his name. Leo blinking like a fool looked around until he found the source. It was Drago, previously Armand. "Yo!" He replied, waving his hand back at him. This was turning out quite the night!

Drago grinned. If only he was able to bring Rin along. What would Leo have thought of her? "I see you and Lua are together after all this time, and she seems very healthy. I think you worried too much back in school." Speaking of significant others... "You know, we should make plans for dinner some time. I've someone you should meet."

Fran was getting a bit impatient. This happened quite often to be perfectly honest. Even though she was a lot more refined now, she still had that infamous short temper fuse. She looked at Bucky and Leo and gestured over to the food table. "Okay Leo since you're bawwing about Bucky and I not eating and playing the role of our surrogate matriarchal figure, how about you let us go get food while you talk to your older friend over there?" She gestured to the older man who had called Leo over to him. "Or you could always come with us, whichever you prefer, but I'm going to get food."

Now that Leo was busy with Manly Man Erikson, as Bucky thought him to be named, she decided to make a run for it. She glanced significantly at Fran before quickening her pace, the click-clacking of her heels masked by the loud music reverberating against the castle stone walls.

"See you around, Moretti!" called out the witch, waving before moving from the scene entirely.

Leo was about to say another thing to the women, but it seems that Drago have caught his attention. Before they left, he pointed his finger at Bucky and then moved it towards Fran. "Eat as much as possible. I'll be asking."

Taking Lua's hand, he walked up to Drago as he didn't want to be shouting across the hall for him. "Of course we're together! Better than ever too, isn't that right hun?" Leo asked Lu, a smile on his lips.

"How have you been, Drago? Still working at the ministry, I presume?" Before he could answer, though, something caught Leo's attention. "Oh? Who is that someone? I'm interested. Tell me more."

"Iris the dresses are just stunning...you should really do this for a living or something...I mean you have a real talent! I would def buy one of these...They are very much designerish....I love love love love them!" she said with a smile after watching her two friends turn around.

Satine followed Iris' eyes to a new face...dressed in...was that polkadots...what an odd thing to see...well maybe not the polka dots, but def that many polka dots...she smiled at the polka dotted boy..."Yes I can def tell he likes polka dots...and what kind of nutter is he?" Satine asked innocently...she didn't want him to be a bad nutter...she could handle just a funny person but a true nutter....

She looked back at Fallon, "Well if you have one to spare, def send him my way...I think I'm the only fourth year EVER that hasn't had a boyfriend by this time in their life..." she said making a pouty face and rolling her eyes. ...but her usual smile quickly popped through...she could never be melodramatic too long.

As she waited to see if the boy would come over she turned to her friends, "Is Aaron coming tonite? I haven't seen him in ages...." she said as she played with her sparkly purple bracelets. Just as she said this a familiar face walked up...

Satine smiled in his direction..."Well you don't look half bad yourself..." she whistled at Aaron and winked at him and then attacked him with her usual hug of greeting. "Who are you all dressed up for?" she said glancing over her shoulder at Iris....hoping she hadn't missed too much this term.

He chuckled lightly. Good ol' Leo. "I am working at the Ministry, still. Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I was actually working in Werewolf Capture, though Cassandra... Talked me out of it, we'll say. So I'm now working in the Beings division. Rin, the woman I was telling you about, works in the same department. Head of the Spirits division. Interestingly enough, met over ice cream both trying to keep out of the sun."

The next part he found a little hard to say. It did seem a little embarrassing... he seemed to have a habit of getting in close with someone a little fast. "And... well... we're actually expecting," he said with a certain level of embarrassment. Not that he wasn't ecstatic about it, but Natasha was pregnant when he had introduced her to Slade for the first time too. It seemed before anyone he knew ever met anyone he was with, she was already pregnant.

Fallon laughed a little at Satine's enthusiasm. It was one of the many things she liked about her.

Satine's face when she spotted Jimbo was great. Fallon knew that he was the good kind of nutter, the kind that entertained. After all, Iris had told her so much about him.

Fallon giggled at Satine's comment. "Definately. Unless I want to keep him for myself." She had to laugh at that one. She'd never been that kind of girl, but it was starting to become how she always acted.

She was having a great time with her girlfriends. Then, Aaron was brought up and Fallon had a flashback of the summer. Now, the guilt was back and she didn't know how long she would be able to deal with it.



And then Aaron had to show up. She smiled at him as Satine gave him a hug. "Hey Aaron."

Yeah, she didn't know what else to say. She started to get all nervous and awkward and the guilt kept building. It was worse when she looked at Iris. "I think I'm going to go see if I can find one of those guys. See you later guys." With that she was off and hoping that no one noticed how frantic and nervous she was.

Milo Carroll had stalked out of the seating area, half furious and half heartbroken having just broken up with his girlfriend, Trixie Malfoy. He bit at his cheek furiously trying not to cry because that just wasn't the cool thing to do. It sucked not being able to talk to anyone about this or to to just get a hug of comfort.

Raven was distracted with showing her plans to Grayson when out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Milo leaving the seating area looking rather frustrated. She excused herself from the conversation then walked over to him and gently tapped him on the shoulder. "Milo, what's going on?" she asked rather calmly, it wasn't that she was curious what was going with him; it was just that it just seemed rather odd that he would be in a bad mood.

Milo turned, eyes bloodshot as he tried to fight back tears. "Just having a bit of bad luck you could say." he replied giving the girl a sad look. The ball seemed like a big waste of bloody time and now that he was single again, things were not looking any better.

"But hey, you look really great in that dress." the young man added with a soft smile.

That it did. Though petite-framed, Helena was definitely not as graceful as she seemed at times - Chris of all people knew that. Not currently. Looking, but as I might be relocating soon I'm not that fussed about it for the moment, she said with another shrug. What about you? How's your stuff with the band going? she asked interestedly.

Once she noticed Milo's eyes, Raven frowned slightly; she really wanted to know now what was going on and here was not the place. "I know the feeling.. come on, let's go outside and you can tell me what's going on." She offered him his hand, there was no ulterior motive here for a change; Raven just wanted to talk.

"Well thank you, I bought this strictly for the occasion." She said with a slight smile on her red lips, honestly she knew that she looked good but it was nice to hear it.

Milo took her hand if anything cautiously, glancing over his shoulder to see if Trixie could still see him but figured that she certainly couldn't. "Alright." he said, following her out wondering where they would end up.

The young man was actually able to smile despite himself. "You don't say? I thought that you always wore such things under your Hogwarts uniform."

Lina finally made her way in, nose in the book that the Divination professor had given her. Fascinating, really. Once inside, she finished the paragraph she was reading and sighed, closing the book. Despite the occasion, she wasn't exactly looking forward to it. She was surrounded by many of these people on a normal basis... and now there were previous people from years past that just made everything far more crowded. As she looked around she realized not only was she incredibly small, but there were many others who were incredibly tall. Would she still be this tall when she graduated? With a sigh, she didn't bother trying to find anyone. That was hopeless. Instead she went right past the line of people meeting the staff and everyone to see what kind of sweets they had.

He had been looking forward to this day for quite some time. Having been gone 'travelling' for some time, Tristan was more than happy to be here with his dear Mozzie - the girl he always thought of when he was away - camping on some dreary cold place with nothing but the trees as company.

But, he was back and they were finally here. He couldn't wait to dance the night away with Mozzie.

He adjusted his tie, looked down at his suit and smoothed down the non-existant creases on it. Was he nervous? You bet. His Mozzie was here...how could he not. Even after all these years, she still made him get those butterflies in his stomach.

"Mozzie?" He called out carefully, "Ready, m'lady?" Oh and he totally bowed his head.

Old fashioned for the win.

Maybe there'll be cupcakes. And mini eggrolls! Oh, I hope there's mini eggrolls, I really want some of those. And cupcakes. Maybe a chocolate fountain? Fondue things are fancy schmancey, right? Right? Gimme chooocolaaaate!

Mozzie wouldn't admit she was sort of anxious. It'd been a while since she'd last seen Tristan, though. What if, on his travels, he'd decided he didn't want to be with her anymore, didn't want a long-distance relationship? What if he met someone else? Not that she ever allowed herself to think this very often; Mozzie had faith and thinking such negative things did her no good, anyway.

Besides! She was finally with him again! Not writing him a letter, not wondering where he was in the world now but with him! In her special, new dress! Negativity had no room for this night, not with purple polkadots and ultra fluffy skirts. Still, she fell behind Tristan to take a few breaths and calm herself. She did parties with her friends: Nolan, Arielle, Georgie. This was different.

Readjusting her hat, she hurried after Tristan, suffering a minor swoon as she did. M'lady. Squeeeel! Was he aware how his chivalry made her squeal? How she managed to move in her pumps could only be assumed years of practice, but they made her feel cute enough. Plus, purple was totally her color.

"But of course, good Sir!" Mozzie cooed and she wrapped her arms around his arm in a sort of hug. "We have much a night of dance ahead of us!"

Since it had been 4 years since Amanda had last seen any of her friends, she figured that it was about time to wander around and see if she could find anyone that she knew. Wandering around in her awesome purple dress, she grinned ever so slightly when she noticed Lima with some guy who she presumed was Maddox; but she wasn't exactly sure and it didn't matter. She walked over, the sound of her heels could be heard from metres away and decided to clear her throat before she spoke.

"Well hello there." Amanda said with a slight chuckle, trying to sound rather formal even though she knew that it wasn't exactly possible even after the many times that she was forced to be formal.

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Maybe there'll be cupcakes. And mini eggrolls! Oh, I hope there's mini eggrolls, I really want some of those. And cupcakes. Maybe a chocolate fountain? Fondue things are fancy schmancey, right? Right? Gimme chooocolaaaate!

Mozzie wouldn't admit she was sort of anxious. It'd been a while since she'd last seen Tristan, though. What if, on his travels, he'd decided he didn't want to be with her anymore, didn't want a long-distance relationship? What if he met someone else? Not that she ever allowed herself to think this very often; Mozzie had faith and thinking such negative things did her no good, anyway.

Besides! She was finally with him again! Not writing him a letter, not wondering where he was in the world now but with him! In her special, new dress! Negativity had no room for this night, not with purple polkadots and ultra fluffy skirts. Still, she fell behind Tristan to take a few breaths and calm herself. She did parties with her friends: Nolan, Arielle, Georgie. This was different.

Readjusting her hat, she hurried after Tristan, suffering a minor swoon as she did. M'lady. Squeeeel! Was he aware how his chivalry made her squeal? How she managed to move in her pumps could only be assumed years of practice, but they made her feel cute enough. Plus, purple was totally her color.

"But of course, good Sir!" Mozzie cooed and she wrapped her arms around his arm in a sort of hug. "We have much a night of dance ahead of us!"

Ah... There she was. As vibrant as he remembered her to be. Sure, he had seen her before this night, but she could still...what was it, take his breath away? She did.

It had crossed his mind that maybe Mozzie had...met someone who's company she enjoyed. And he didn't blame her if she said they were no more. But he kept hope with all those letters they sent eachother... And because he cared for her, he would let her be with the man she cared for. If it wasn't him.

But... Sigh. This was not the time to think about these things. They were here together and that's all that mattered, right?

Tristan smiled as she stood there in her amazing dress, and her fashion sense was adorable to him. Even since the first time they met, her confidence and happy personality was in the way she dressed. It was wonderful.

Feeling elated at her answer, Tristan let her take his arm and began to lead her to the entrance in a quite comfortable pace. Hehe.
Dancing? Oh...he had been practicing up in his old room at the Leaky. Hopefully he wouldn't mess it up. "You look beautiful, Mozzie." He turned and smiled more softly at her. Well, she always did. "And...I'm really happy to be here with you." Absence makes the heart grow fonder?

... you bet it did.

Marco chuckled. He could actually see Max rolling around in a wheelchair. "I reckon he'd die from a bludger to the head or something. None of this old age rubbish. Best way to die, in battle." Or Quidditch game. Same difference though.

Marco's eyes widened. Revenge? No no no. Not here. He didn't want to be revenged upon. He was sill young. And in the prime of his Quidditch career. "You could go to Azkaban though." Not much of a threat really. Erikson probably loved the idea.