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Gathering: Halloween 2100 If you attended Professor Eris’ seminar earlier in the week, you will be very familiar with the fact that your Transfiguration Professor loved Halloween. Especially when he got to spend it with his younger grand and great-grandchildren. Granted, there were a handful of them actually within Hogwarts, but not all teenagers like their Grandfathers just as not all teenagers like Halloween. |
Finneas never celebrated Halloween in his young years. He always felt out of place, even with a costume. Today, however, he was reliving the youthful days he had missed out on!!!! Which may have been why he was the... first to arrive to the celebration? Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Well. This was......... awkward. Then again, awkward followed this noodle man everywhere. The schmoe must go on! Which meant he didn't waste any time in heading towards the dancefloor, where he awkwardly bent his knees, bobbing up and down off beat. Side to side. Up and down. Finger waggling. Off beat clapping. The WHOLE shabang. |
Minjae had ordered the hair enhancement potion to grow his hair longer from Madam Primpernelle's beauty shop after the Halloween party had been announced. It was definitely not something he would have bought for himself on normal days but his costume would not look good without long hair. As he walked to the party, Minjae kept flipping his hair out of his face. How in Merlin's Beard did girls do this? Why would they CHOOSE to have long hair?! this was torture. He was starting to regret his choice of outfit and should have chosen his first costume. Which had been an oversized t-shirt with jeans and old shoes. To most, this would look like any normal attire but to him it screamed "POOR" And being poor was scary... But that had meant he had to buy poor people's clothes , which he did not want to waste his money on so he went with his second costume option. He tucked his now long hair behind his ear Well...no one except for one other person. Minjae looked over at the dance floor where professor Schmoe was having a seizure... wait, he was dancing! He had no sense of rhythm at all. Where was the food? |
Blake was excited to be here, he liked parties ... and the last 'ball' he had attended ended with securing a friendship with Bernadette. The thought made Blake blush ... so maybe he could make another new friend... or just dance with Bernadette again... wait ... were they dancing at this party? Decked out in surgical scrubs, face mask hanging around his neck, shoe covers, and a scrub cap on .. he looked like the perfect muggle surgeon. It was an easy task after all to send an owl back to his mom for the supplies (she worked in a hospital after all) and she had answered the call with gusto! Blake was ready ... looking around the room to see who had all arrived already. |
Chloe had practiced her outfit a few times in class, so she felt it was perfect. Her robes changed to a long black dress that fit very tight around her. She pulled at it just a bit feeling now more self-conscious then she did when it was on paper. She hoped she looked alright with the way the dress was fitting and her long black hair. Glancing down at her feet all she could see is the spider web shape that ended the dress. The shoes were covered but the heels turned her from 5 foot to 5'2. Still not very tall, but it felt taller to her. As she headed in and looked around she smoothed out her black hair, it was weird not being blonde, but she wondered if the look worked? Would people even notice her as she moved about or would the hair make her seem different altogether? She thought about Gunnar and if he would even recognize her. She figured he'd have some brother sense and would know her either way. |
Claudine was not entirely sure what she was doing there. At the last minute, she had surprised herself by deciding to attend this Halloween thing. Her outfit that she had started in the latest Transfiguration lesson was now complete; she was dressed as Magenta Comstock, the artist who was famous for her paintings with those eyes that follow persons around. The decor of the room impressed her to the fullest and she couldn't stop admiring them especially the dancing skeleton on the dance floor. Speaking of the dance floor... Claudine stared at the banana man. She genuinely wanted to laugh... oh, wait. She did laugh. The one thing that Claudine was not known for was laughing but yet, here she was. Her laugh wasn't meant to be ridicule. No, she was just amused. Schmoe was hilarious with his moves. The only way to wipe the laughter away was if someone forced her to start dancing. |
Asher LOVED Halloween. He had to admit that he mainly just cared about the candy, but he most certainly was going to take advantage of not having to wear a uniform or anything 'normal' for the day. So here he was, dressed as a tiger. Mind you this wasn't his first choice of costume. But that was just how things turned out sometimes. The one he worked on during Transfiguration did not work out in the end, so he had to ask an older Hufflepuff to help him with Plan B. The decorations were the first to catch his attention as he walked through the doorway. Though it didn't take long for his eyes to fall upon the Muggle Studies professor. Was he ... dancing? That was dancing, right? Apparently. This Hufflepuff certainly didn't know any better. With no second thoughts, the boy headed out to the dance floor and joined in on all the awkwardness. "Sweet moves, Mr. Banana Man Sir!" He himself had started doing the Orange Justice, which more than likely looked like just a bunch flailing -- arms, knees, tail, and all -- since he really had no idea what he was doing. But that was all part of the fun. |
All dressed up just as she'd planned it out in class, Isla joined those already at the Halloween gathering. She was a little nervous, what with this being her first school dance with her peers. Well, it wasn't exactly advertised as a dance, but looking around the room, that's exactly what it was. For the most part, at least. She maneuvered her way around the room, looking at everything the gathering had to offer. Her wings had narrowly avoided hitting a few things here and there, namely a dancing skeleton cutting a rug on the dance floor. At least she'd thought to wear a holster for her muggle-style fairy wand. It was cute and all, but she didn't want to carry it around all night. Whoa. Was that...Schmoe dressed as a banana? Isla laughed lightheartedly. She hadn't known the man too long, but this was so typical of him. He did look like he was having fun, though. Scoping the room, she saw a few familiar faces...Blake, Chloe, Claudine, and Asher... "Hey, guys," she said. There was also another Hufflepuff boy she saw, but she didn't know him all that well. |
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These were all questions that he was thinking about when the young Hufflepuff made his way over. "Mr. Fawley!" Finneas exclaimed with the most joy a banana had ever expressed. "Errrrr thank you," he gave the young man an awkward smile, watching him in turn. Oh. That was an interesting movement. Schmoe tried to replicate it with all the grace of an elephant walking across a frozen pond. No grace. There was none of it. "Shweeet moves, yourself, Mr. Fawley!" That's right. Finneas was down with the youth of today. He was picking up what Mr. Fawley was putting down. Was this.......... Because Schmoe was entirely sure that it was. Which meant, he was raising Asher's Orange Justice by one Chicken Dance. |
SPOILER!!: Isla with mentions of the Dance off Blake smiling at Isla and her costume. "Hey ... Isla right?" He added, he wasn't sure if they actually met in person before, but he had heard her name in lessons and the common room... Wait was that stalker-ish?? He certainly hoped not, they did after all share a common room. "Wanna dance?" He ask her .. well the group in general and pointed toward Professor Schmoe and the other student. Without waiting for an actually answer from Isla, Blake shuffled his way on to the dance floor. "Nice chicken dance Professor." He added and he started to bob and sway... "Watch this!" He added, performing his very best "Floss" dance ... ha ... He had mastered ... Thank you... Next ... (that was a song right?) Blake laughed at his own thoughts. |
Hair up in two buns and a long, white, shift-dress on, Simran was beyond ready to party. It'd been quite a while since she'd been invited to a party of any sort, certainly none of the fancy kind since her husband passed, and none of the actually fun kind since people started thinking she was too old for said fun. Too old for fun, however, was she not. Not when she was here, dressed as Princess-slash-General Leia Organa. She wasn't sure when a good time to arrive was, but seeing the room beginning to fill as she planned to strategically walk by, decided now was as good a time as any. The decor was impressive, but she would expect nothing less from Carwyn. He had the whole world at his disposal, being a Transfiguration whizz. But yes. Very impressive. Most impressive of all seemed to be the dancing skeleton, which seemed to be doing some very familiar moves. Hm. She drew closer, looking down at the bony feet and mirroring the movements with her own. "Left, back, cha-cha- oh, that's not a cha-cha-cha," she said, nose wrinkling as she tried again on the next downbeat. "Left, back, three-and-four, five-and- AH HA." It was a JIVE. She could jive! In fact, she'd been mirroring the skeleton pretty well since she'd figured it out. All it took for the skeleton to grab her hand was her stumbling over the hem of her dress and all of a sudden, she was dancing. It'd been a long time, and she was rusty, but she certainly could do some things. "Love what you've done with the place," she called out at Carwyn, as soon as she was in earshot. "I'm dancing with death!" And she was really loving the allegory. |
Everybody! What on earth was Schmoe doing? And where did he get all that energy from? Only Schmoe could pull off that costume and that kind of dancing and still come out on the other end still a pretty cool guy. Asher looked like he was giving him a good run for his money, though! Isla laughed lightheartedly at her new friend. Now THIS was going to be some good entertainment for the night! Hearing her name, she looked over to see that Blake had made his way over. She nodded. "That's right. You're Blake, right?" she replied. It had started getting easier putting names and faces together, especially among members of Slytherin house. She couldn't help the slight blush that appeared on her face the very next second. He was...asking her...to dance? *gulp* But then she realized that he meant for everybody to dance together as a group, and that helped her nerves a LOT. "Yeah, sure! I love to dance!" It was true. Before she came to Hogwarts, she'd taken studio dance lessons with her friends from muggle school. She wasn't about to put on a ballet show for everybody here tonight, but she at least knew how to move to the beat. She managed to maneuver her way into the thick of things, right near all the Orange Justice'ing and Chicken Dancing going on. |
Chloe heard the word dancing and moved a bit further to the back of the room. It wasn't that she couldn't dance, her years at her mother's studio proved she could, she just didn't want to show it in front of others. Not in this costume with these heels. She waved at Isla and grinned at the others. "I could help judge the dance-off if the professors are dancing too." Was it that kind of dance-off or the dance-off that you do until someone messes up? Maybe she shouldn't have offered if it was that kind. Either way she figured she could just clap and be supportive. |
Bernie sometimes wondered if the only type of party wizards knew about was a ball. She entered in her kneazle costume, which was essentially just transfigured leggings, a transfigured sweatshirt, and a transfigured headband, because she hadn't figured out how to do the tail, and wandered over to the dance floor. OF COURSE that was Schmoe out there in the banana costume. Was he a professor or a child? She still couldn't decide. Bernie took note of Blake and his costume, but then started to get red in the face as he began dancing with Isla. Wow. Okay. You show up to one party She turned up her nose at him and stalked away to stand by Claudine, the true Slytherin here. Blake was basically a Puffer anyway. She didn't need him. "Hi," she greeted her friend tersely. |
So Halloween might not be her favorite holiday in the world. Looking back on it, Avalon found it extremely odd that as a child, it was perfectly acceptable to knock on strangers' doors and ask for treats. Who even came up with that? However, she had some great memories of eating delicious Muggle candy with her brother and sister. And some great Halloween costumes, too. Which is exactly why she decided to attend Professor Eris's Halloween celebration. She had spent several hours perfecting her phoenix costume, which consisted of an orange and scarlet feathered gown. The best part was that Professor Fuller-Thompson had helped her charm the dress to make it crackle with flames at the bottom. They weren't real flames of course, and they wouldn't burn her or anything around her. But they looked wicked cool if you asked Avalon. Upon entering the classroom, her eyes were drawn immediately to her Head of House, who was dressed as.....a banana? And the banana was tearing up the dance floor. Unable to suppress a giggle, Avalon scooted to the side of the room to observe. "Hey Minjae! Sweet costume. You look like a sneaky ninja," she called out to the Hufflepuff boy. She noticed a bobbing for apples setup before seeing her Astronomy professor dressed in a familiar space princess outfit. "Professor Sandhu! May the force be with you," Avalon exclaimed with a smile as she made her way over to the woman. "My grandparents used to watch those movies all the time. They always had them on when they watched my sister and me. I love your costume." If only she had a lightsaber. Avalon surprisingly enjoyed the weird space saga movies. |
Missa was SO EXCITED. And that was saying something, considering how she had been during the last school gathering. The ball was a disaster - until she had gotten out of there, of course, - but tonight, this party would be FUN. Because like Evan said - she needed to chill a little, at least before the panic of NEWTs finally set in. So, hand in hand, with her favourite Slytherin, the brunette arrived at the party - dressed as 'Lara Croft' because why not?? She was REALLY proud of putting the entire thing together like she remembered from the muggle movie too - only because Professor Eris' spells had worked wonders once she had gotten the hang of it. Trying not to swing her knee-length braid all too much, she glanced at Eiji, and tugged him further inside, before coming to a halt altogether when she noticed her head of house. o m g. "Is that professor Schmoe? and merlin .... he is dancing" |
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"I'll be right back." He told his dance partners on the floor and walked over to her. "Hey Bernadette!" He smiled at her again. "I like your costume ...I came rather generic." He added thinking he had after chosen a muggle attire rather than magical... another very un-slytherin thing to do. "Wanna join us on the dance floor?" He added pointing toward the group. "You can come to Claudine..." He added since they were after all in the vicinity of her ... Blake didn't know weather or not he wanted Claudine to come ... she always made things more complicated than they needed to be... she had a thing against him for whatever reason. |
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So he had taken her suggestion and gone through his clothes to find adequate equivalents - khaki pants, brown laced up boots, a dark brown dragonhide jacket, a dress shirt, and some dopey looking brown Fedora-like hat that was also in dark brown. Apparently the hat was the most important part of the whole look and one that he didn't mind. At the very least he could cover his face a bit. Which is exactly what he was doing now and they had only just arrived. He did not want to see Professor S'more dancing. Or any professor dancing for that matter. It was like seeing a newt tap dance and newts were meant to be either pets or potions ingredients, not dancers. "....let's go get something to drink." Between that dancing skeleton and the BaMANna, Eiji wanted nothing to do with the dance floor. |
Claudine had now covered her mouth to stop herself from giggling louder. Schmoe was quite the clown and so was this first year. Asher was his name? “Hi, Isla.’’ She eyed the costume the first year was wearing and was impressed. “Nice job on that costume. All that hard work in Transfiguration paid off.’’ Then there was a Blake doing that weird and stupid Floss. Claudine rolled her eyes after watching him for a bit. But Professor Sandhu! The Snakette thought the woman was more graceful with her moves. “I’ll judge with you, Chloe,’’ she piped up, even if it were just to save herself from being forced to dance with anyone. See? She was thinking at least one step ahead. No sooner that the words out of her mouth, she heard that familiar voice beside her. “Hello,’’ Claudine remarked casually. She chanced a small glance at Bernie, in time to see the redness still up on the girl’s face. Her gaze flicked back to Blake who was dancing with Isla (what, was he trying to establish himself as a ladies man?). So, Bernie was here beside her because Blake was dancing with someone else? Because Blake was busy Bernie just thought that Claudine was available as a second option of someone to talk to? “Not really,’’ Claudine replied coldly to Blake who had now joined them. “You two… just go.’’ It was clear that Blake was rather eager to dance with Bernie as he had last term. |
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In all honesty though, Missa wasn't entirely surprised by his mood. It was kind of a common theme with him these days. It was almost as if as the terms were going by, his sour mood was becoming more prominent. She tried to not address it directly - in fear of irritating him further, which she felt she did often these days - but she was hoping one of these days he would end up confiding in her anyway. So, TRYING to only focus on the good things, she chuckled and tugged his hand - twirling herself by it before moving toward the drinks table. "Okay, but when Professor Schmoe is done doing whatever it is ... he is doing right now - can we at least please have ONE dance?" |
Blake & Claudine (& Isla) :3 Oh nowwwwww he saw her, and was abandoning his current dancing partner to come over here. Pfffffft. That was so Blake. Bernie hurriedly turned around to pour herself a drink from one of the mystery... er, drink things, hoping it was secretly a pumpkin juice. She pretend to be busy sipping it while looking at Claudine and wondering if it was just her or if her friend had been avoiding her all semester so far... And now Blake was over here. "Nooooo," she replied at the same time as Claudine's colder "no." Wait, what??? You two just go???! Bernie tried not to look shocked at this attempted separation. "No, I mean, no thanks, Blake. I haven't talked to Claudine in a while so...." she trailed off by eyeing her colder female friend. "I like your costume too. And Isla's. You and Isla look good on the dance floor, so don't leave her all alone out there, okay?" Bernie chuckled awkwardly, fake friendly like, and then hid her face behind her cup. She wasn't jealous OR confused, okay. She just wanted to talk to Claudine like old times. |
Claudine, Bernadette, and Isla Blake stood just staring ... what in the name of Merlin was happening right now? And he said just that! "What in the name of Merlin is going on?" He added looking at the 2 girls in particular. I mean no big deal if Bernadette and Claudine wanted to just hang out with the two of them, but he didn't feel he deserve this behavior. He was getting redder by the second with anger this time. "I was dancing with everyone for your information Bernadette." And then he rounded on Claudine. "And you... He even took the liberty to point at her. "If you have such a problem you should just leave." He was rather furious with them all.. Isla was just an innocent bystander in all this, but none the less she as a girl. "You all suck." He added and turned on his own heel to go join Professor Schmoe back on the dance floor. |
Bernie & Blake! <3 Claudine could not figure out why Bernie looked so shocked at the urging of her and Blake to go. Surely by now Bernie realised that Claudine had abandoned their friendship… and the cause of it was standing right before them in scrubs. But it seemed that the Gryffindor was stubborn about talking to her. Well, Claudine could say quite confidently that she didn’t wish to be talking with either of them; she’d rather be judging with Chloe. “I’m sure Blake and Isla wouldn’t mind if you joined them, Bernadette. Especially Blake.’’ The Snakette folded her arms and looked cooly over at Blake. One of her eyebrows arched when he decided to point at her. “I don’t remember this being your party so you can’t even try to throw me out.’’ Her tone remained frigid and full of dislike for him. Who did he think he was, anyway? The Professor in charge of this little party? Ha. Claudine glanced expectantly at Bernie, waiting for the girl to follow the departing Slytherin. |
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If she wanted to dance now, he would go out on the dance floor and dance with her. Though the sudden twirl by his side now likely gave little indication of that as his arm had been stiff with surprise. "...I don't think that man ever does stop," he noted casually as he grabbed cups for her and himself and pour each other drinks. But first, before consumption, he slips some of litmus papers of his own creation into the liquid to test. One could never be TOO cautious at Hogwarts these days. While turning into a duck hadn't be the worst of fates, he would just rather not take any chances. "You can have as many dances as you want, Missa," says as he offers her her cup and pushes his hat up by the brim with his thumb. "But if you really want one...I suggest we not wait for him to get tired and leave." |
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Well then. "Classic Blake," Bernie sighed, turning again to Claudine. Back in the day, they'd have been laughing and mocking Blake, but Claudine didn't look much like she was about to laugh. Bernie noticed the hard posture of her friends, arms crossed and attitude on, and tilted her head at her. "Okay, I don't know what your deal is, but I'm not going anywhere either." She stuck her hand on her hip and took a longgggg sip of her punch. "I came over here to talk to YOU, Claudine. I noticed you've been avoiding me." |
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