Prom 2019

End of term dance

Black and white decorations

Amaryllis had chosen to take the lead on the organization of the End of the Term dance. Unlike the experiment the Headmistress had executed for Valentine's Day, this dance was not mandatory for students to attend. Prefects were expected, especially if they were hoping to be considered in the future for Head positions. Faculty were all to attend, as well, even those teaching minor electives. All hands on deck were necessary for an even like this.  

The Blackwood had opted for what she believed to be a more palatable color scheme. Everything tonight was decorated with Black and White. The ceiling of the Great Hall twinkled like the night sky and the portraits on the walls had all been taken down--now the walls, too, contributed to sense of being outside, with the views from the rolling grounds spreading out around them on all sides. 

The long rows of tables were gone, but there were still tables around the exterior of the room. Smaller, though, and both round, square, and rectangular--draped in white linens with modern black chairs tucked in around them. The decorations were minimal, white, black and light only. No additional colors that might speak to some hint at house favoritism. 

Students and faculty had been encouraged to follow the theme and wear black or white, and she did mean to make it mandatory. Amaryllis just hoped they comply willingly and not make things difficult on everyone. It would make the night so much easier on the eyes. So far she had been lucky, everyone seemed to be embracing the aesthetic she had created for the evening. 

Her wife was looking especially beautiful this evening, Amaryllis noted, watching the other woman from across the room. There was not another soul she could have loved more. Avalon truly was a vision. What a lucky woman she was.

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Faculty: @isolde, @melanie, Asteria Greengrass, @cas, @avalon, Draco Malfoy, Ruth Papathanassiou, Gemma MacFusty Wenlock

Prefects: @nick, @remington, @emanuel, @lyla, Amelia Aziza Travers, Oralie Slughorn, @karel, @giacomo

Students: @olya, Dominic Hywel Evans, @lizzy, Carin(a) Rowan Flint, Mordred Hands, Donald Leonardo Westwood, @poppy, Devin Douglas Wright, @angus, @radella, Amy Lucy Westwood, @erebos, @fluffyhades, @dima, Helenus Caolán Fawley, @zephyrus, @clio, Demeter Keola Hitchens, Ollivander Galinski, Sasha Violet Augustine, Zoe Genevieve Shafiq, Aphrodite Nia Herraro-Morgan, Rhea Amberly Nott, @olivette, Marigold Moore, @mona, @winter, Arthur Stroud, Athazaz Acanthus Bones, @roxanne, Medea Giovana Stone, Violet Gertrude Stroud


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Many are already in the Hall! 

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prom 2019

END OF TERM DANCE

we're running baby, wild at heart

Lyla had been hopeful for a minute that she could skip this dance, and study. Final exams had almost rushed up on her, and she knew that she was ready. She was going to be fine. But she wanted all O’s. She wanted to go out on a high note. And then she would be off to Oxford in the fall, and she was ready. She was beyond ready to be at University, and to be headed in the direction that she wanted to be headed in. More than anything, she thought that she just wanted to not be in this castle anymore.

It was hard to be here sometimes. And she knew that that was no one here’s fault. But it was hard to be the only one left here. Last year she had had Cal, and LJ, and Aunt Odelia. Now she was really on her own. She had her friends, of course. She thought that having Roxy around wasn’t all that bad. And she didn’t know if she could say that she and Atha were ‘friends’ but at least they got along rather well. And then there was Em. He was probably the only really good thing that she had gotten from this year.

A boyfriend had been nearly impossible before. With Cal and LJ breathing down her neck all of the time, and her aunt being the Slytherin Head, people were quick to either decide not to date her, or the ones that had been willing to try hadn’t been people that she had been interested in being around for all that long. Lyla found herself bored with people her own age. They were flighty, and they were reckless, and she didn’t operate like that. Mum always said that she had always been going on thirty-five. And Lyla couldn’t bring herlsef ot think that that was a bad thing.

She didn’t want to be like everyone else. She wanted to be better than everyone else. She wanted to succeed at the things that she did. She had done everything that she had sought out to do here. She had been a Prefect. She had been Captain of the Quidditch team. She had been Editor of The Advocate. She had done everything that she wanted to do. And she had done it all on her own. Everything that Lyla did, she worked for. And she knew that she had asked her father for something for the first time in her life. But she still didn’t have a solid answer.

Playing for the Tornados was exactly what she wanted, but she knew that Dad wasn’t too keen on her playing professionally at all. Which she thought was silly, considering exactly what she wanted to do with her life. If she was going to take over the IQA one day, she wanted to have been everything. She wanted to be a player. She wanted to be a manager. She wanted to be an owner. Lyla wasn’t sure that she was going to be able to swing coach, but she thought that the rest of that she could do. She could start at the bottom and work her way up.

That was working for what she wanted, and she wanted the Tornados. They were Dad’s, and they were Mum’s, but Lyla thought that she had earned it. Not a starting position. She wouldn’t beg for a starting position her first year out of school, but she thought that he could put her on the reserves. He could, if he wanted to. It was his team, and she didn’t ask for things very often. This was what she wanted, and she wanted it for the jumping off place for the rest of her life.

Tonight, she was going to try not to dwell on all of that though. The future was for tomorrow. Right now, she was going to focus on enjoying this last dance. Because if she couldn’t ditch out early enough to study all night, she may as well smile, and have a good time while they were down here. And then they could disappear, and head up to the towers to study. She had a feeling that Rowena’s Cell would be empty, and she had a soft spot for studying with Em in that room.

Looking up at him she smirked a little bit as she let her eyes wander around the room. “Should we make the rounds as fast as possible, and ditch, or are you going to hold me hostage, and actually make me dance with you?” Her tone was teasing, she would stay, and she would dance, if he wanted to. She was aware that sometimes he liked people to see them all dressed up together. And Lyla thought that they were getting pretty good at splitting the nights between two very different sort of dates.

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End of Term Dance

Let's Make Tonight Count

Dances, Karel always grudgingly attended them, before this year he'd managed to skip a few of them but this year he'd had to take his position into consideration and as a Prefect he knew that it would be frowned upon if he didn't show up. If he wasn't determined to get Head boy in two years time, he would have kept showing up saying his hello's then leaving but he had to act properly even if it didn't thrill him. This time though, things were a little different. He had a beautiful witch on his arm, one that he was fully committed too and that was enough to make him want to stick around; but if Oralie Slughorn wanted to duck out a little early? He wouldn't complain.

He was glad that in a few short weeks he'd be out of school for a few months and that he wouldn't need to attend any school dances until Halloween. Valentine's hadn't been an ideal dance, he'd not been a fan of being paired up with students chosen for him, especially when that partner had ended up being a friend of Miranda's, but luckily the duo had been quick to put their heads together and get out of their 'partnership' even better was the fact that Oralie had been just as quick so for the majority of the night, they'd been wrapped up in each other. Karel still didn't understand why most couples or students who were 'crushing' on each other felt the need to give constant displays of affection. There were more subtle and tasteful ways to approach showing a person you were interested, you didn't need to shove your emotions down everyone else's throats. Maybe it was how his mother had raised him but he just found it unappealing. Romance and affection was something to keep private, no one else needed to see you trying to swallow one another. A kiss here and there, maybe some hand holding was... acceptable, but nothing else was necessary.

Approaching the Great Hall, the blonde wrapped his arm around Oralie's waist and kissed her temple lightly, "You look as beautiful as always." He told her earnestly with a smile, using his free hand to adjust his tie before guiding his girlfriend into the hall and sending a sweeping gaze over the decorations, they were tasteful and Karel was impressed. It was certainly much more pleasant than the vile pinks that had decorated the hall at Valentine's, the dress code at least made sense now too. "I was thinking Moj Dragi... maybe you could spend a few days at mine over the holidays." He suggested to the witch as he nodded politely at @lyla and @emanuel when he saw them and trying to figure out what would be the smartest way to speak to the other Prefects and Professors so that he could just spend the rest of the night giving Oralie and only Oralie his attention. He knew that the witch would probably want to spend a little extra time conversing with Melanie and the wizard respected that, but he did want to try and steal a couple of dances with his girlfriend before sneaking off to the Slytherin dorms for some time alone, if that was what she wanted too, of course. 

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[attr="class","reasonsmallremy"]Feels just like I don't try Looks so good I might die All I know is everybody loves me

[attr="class","reasonbodremy"]The last of the last. Remington had imagined this for years – imagined the moment that she would walk into the Great Hall for her final dance. And yet, as she quietly entered the room, there was less fanfare than she had ever imagined. Her arm was also surprisingly empty.

Long legs made it easy to catch up with a few of her friends that were entering the room and as she fell into step with her favorite love birds, she groaned at the words that she picked up on. They were cute – too cute for her to handle sometimes. Merlin’s Beard, when had she become so soft of them? Still, Oralie was a good friend, and Karel a worthwhile pursuit for Oralie.

“You make me want to gag, Karel,” Remington said with a slight smile. As much as she pretended to be a bitch for the sake of her reputation, she had to admit that Oralie and Higgs made an acceptable couple. In fact, most of the couples in attendance seemed well-matched. Not that she would ever let them know that she felt that way, of course.

She pulled her eyes from the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor nearby, offering her friends another smile and raised eyebrows.

And she was alone. It was a strange feeling, but Remy hadn’t sought out a date for her final dance of her Hogwarts career. She was more interested in watching what happened. Because this was the finality of it all. This was the end. And, as much as she had complained about being at Hogwarts, she was going to miss it.

Here, she was the queen of her own little kingdom. She was the Head Girl. She was in charge. Out there…outside of these hallowed halls, there was no telling what might happen. There was no safety nor security.

Still, she had a lot to bank on. A successful internship left her poised for a position at HOME or another magazine. She had a place to stay until she could get a flat of her own – with Rhea and Caerus. She would be fine. After all, insecurity was hardly an attractive look.

“Use your best judgment tonight, won’t you?” Remy sighed, winking at Oralie as she moved past them into the room. As Head Girl, she was sure that she had to make herself seen. The professors were probably taking roll and she was banking on a good recommendation from the Headmistress.

Grabbing a cup of punch, Remy moved to a better vantage point to watch the door. It was almost as if she was waiting for someone. But that would be ridiculous, she thought, pressing the cup to her lips, Caerus Nott wasn’t coming.

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[attr="class","tweedles"]When Radella had heard about the End of Term Dance--or well, remembered it was more accurate--she'd sent a letter home about getting a dress suitable for it. Of course, at the time, she'd forgotten that it was to be decorated in black and white, thereby implying that they were to dress similarly. Not that she would let anyone else know that. As far as they were concerned, she'd done it on purpose and that was it. Besides, she loved the dress--if her parents knew nothing else about her, they knew her taste in dresses--and she compensated a little for the brightness of her dress by using black and white accessories. Her jewelry was simple, as the dress was flashy enough without any added embellishments, just a pair of pendant earrings with plain pearls at the end, and a single strand of matching pearls around her wrist. Just enough to help tie in the clutch and shoes, but not enough to be obnoxious. For all that Radella was high maintenance, she did know when something was simply too much, and putting extravagant jewelry with a dress like hers wasn't very tasteful.

There were already a good few people in the Hall when Radella made her entrance alone, the Headmistresses looked stunning as always, complemented by her wife who was elsewhere in the room. A few of Radella's own Housemates were mingling about, some less stunning than others, but all dressed for the occasion in their own fashion. One of her older Housemates was dressed in a lovely white number--not something Radella would have chosen for herself, but certainly a beautiful dress all the same. Radella was actually looking forward to possibly dancing with someone, as her dress was just made for twirling about, with all the flounces and ruffles adorning it. Not that she'd dance with just anyone, of course, because she certainly wouldn't dance with someone of sub-par abilities, but if someone with even passable skill were to ask? Well, Radella wouldn't say no. Even if that someone was a girl, for all that Radella didn't swing that way, she wasn't picky about dance partners. Dancing was dancing, no matter who with, after all. She may have spent a good amount of time in front of her mirror spinning about just to watch her skirts shift and sway with the movements, but nobody would get her to admit it.

Radella hummed to herself as she made her way to the refreshment table for a drink, content to wait for the real festivities to begin--though hopefully this year's dance was less...eventful than the previous one. That debacle was one she had no desire to relive, even if that muggleborn...boy? had gotten a well-deserved punishment for his impudence. Pity that he'd had his tongue and fingers reattached shortly after. Though she couldn't deny that he had a rather impeccable sense of fashion, even if he was a dirty mudblood.

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she's a rebel

[attr="class","reasonsmallroxanne"]She's a saint She's salt of the earth and she's dangerous She's a rebel Vigilante Missing link on the brink of destruction

[attr="class","reasonbodroxanne"]She couldn’t believe that it was almost over.

In a few months, Roxanne Weasley was going to walk out of here with her diploma in hand and never look back. Maybe never look back. She was sure there would be some Which Broomstick? article that would force her to relive her lucrative days as a fixture here at Hogwarts…but Roxy swore up and down that she wasn’t coming back.

She was meant to be out there – outside in the real world. Roxy already had her try-out scheduled with the Harpies for the day after graduation. They weren’t accepting new recruits from Hogwarts until they were graduates, but Rox knew where she belonged. It was her mother’s team…soon to be her team, too, much to Wood’s dismay.

Rox grinned at the thought, her fingers resting idly at her mouth as she looked at the scene before her. Bunch of kids buying into the whole prom, fairytale fantasy. A part of her wanted to ruin it…light up the place with firework dragons or turn it into a rave by killing all the lights. But another part of her just wanted to…enjoy it. Getting sentimental? she asked herself, snorting aloud. Course not.

She kicked out the long pant legs of her jumpsuit, walking inside and trying to blend in amongst the crowd. In a sea of black and white, it wasn’t that hard. Although, there were clearly some people who wanted to stand out. Her eyes were drawn to the girl in the red dress – a Ravenclaw. Bold, she thought walking that way. She could appreciate style, even though most of the time it was Lyla Graves that picked out her clothes. Roxy preferred jumpers and leggings when she could manage it. But tonight was a special occasion.

“Red looks good on you,” She said, pulling up next to the girl at the punch bowl. The ruffles were an…interesting choice. Though, as she looked down at the bottom of her own ensemble, she raised an eyebrow. Maybe Lyla was on to something with the ruffles. She poured herself a drink and assumed a position next to the Ravenclaw, eyes searching out some of her friends in the crowd. If she was lucky, she’d spot a few on the dance floor – maybe even a sax playing Zeph.

Roxy dipped her nose a little closer to her cup, giving it a sniff. Not spiked, great. Maybe she should’ve brought the flask after all. Wasn’t everyone after a night they’d never forget? Or a night they wouldn’t remember? It was so hard to keep track these days.

She looked up at the staffers, findig Melanie Burke in the crowd, held up the world’s most boring glass of Hogwarts punch, and gave her an exaggerated salute. The woman couldn’t hear her from across the room, but Roxy figured she’d get the gist of what she was saying. “Doing you proud tonight, Lady Burke…no pranks, no spiking, no…nothing.” Merlin’s Beard, maybe she was getting boring. There had to be someone or something here tonight to shake things up.

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put a spell on you

[attr="class","reasonsmallavalon"]I put a spell on you Because you're mine You know I can't stand it Your running around

[attr="class","reasonbodavalon"]Some of these bloody children needed therapy.

Avalon clutched her fist to her side, trying not to make any movements, but her fingers were itching to pick up her wand and start flinging…something. Charms, curses, spells. The whole point of a theme was to respect it, wasn’t it? Especially when it was her wife’s idea.

She picked up their glasses and headed towards her wife, eager to hear her take on the evening. Perhaps things were going better than she expected. Then again, perhaps Amaryllis was just as annoyed with those who had ventured outside of the black and white theme, too.

Amaryllis was a vision in black – their usual color of choice. Tonight, the woman of her heart looked ethereal…or the hellish equivalent. Power looked good on her – it looked good on them both. With the cult at Av’s hands and Hogwarts nearly in Am’s, they were a pair well-matched. Avalon could not imagine her life any differently, in fact.

Sliding the goblet into her wife’s hand, Avalon took a moment to whisper into her ear. “Everything looks divine, my darkness,” the public displays of affection that they could get away with here at Hogwarts were slim to none, but it did not stop the witch from sliding her hand onto Amaryllis’ shoulder where it gently rested. “You’ve outdone yourself, really.”

But her eyes darkened at the entrance of yet another showman. Someone who had decided that they were to be the most important person in the room.

“She chose red,” her tone would have been nonchalant to anyone that was not her wife, but the distinct undertones of anger would come through to the woman who held her heart. Avalon’s eyes moved along with the young Ravenclaw girl, watching her carefully. She obviously had little care for the notion of tradition. Probably experiencing some sort of rebellious phase. Or she was just so desperate for attention that she couldn’t help herself.

No matter how Avalon sliced and diced it in her head, the ultimate assumption was always the same: the girl had completely ruined the aesthetic of the room. She stuck out like blood on a white kitchen floor. Like her mother’s blood upon her stark white sheets. Avalon sighed, loudly.

“Passion, war, power…I’m disappointed, really. It’s gaudy, hideous, even,” she wished she could pull out the cigarette in her jacket pocket. A smoke always settled her anger. “I’ll assign her a mandatory session to discuss her inherent need to upstage everyone…unless there’s something else you’d like me to do, presently,” Avalon raised her eyebrows at the woman next to her, hoping and praying to whatever dark entity ruled them all that she would be allowed to draw her wand on the blood red maiden.

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End of the Year Dance
_{still not the end of the year}

It had been like a dark cloud had settled in over her life and Ramona was not sure how to handle it. For five long years there had been Dima. Her best friend, the one that she could lean on. The one that she could talk to and knew that he had her back. He would be there to catch her when she fell, but somehow along the way that little flutter in her heart had come along and ruined everything. Boys were trouble her Nan had told her, they would only end up breaking her heart and she wished that she had listened. He had fallen for someone else, and worst of all he had not see it, he had not seen her. She had been there right before him for so long and she was nothing to him.

At first, she had fought to hide the feelings that she held in her heart, to protect him and herself from the things that could break them apart. He was her best friend, Winter had called him her ride or die for so long, but Zoe Shafiq had swooped in and before she could even say anything he was moon-eyed over the pureblood and she was left clinging to what could have been. Their friendship from his end, it seemed, had remained the same but to her, it was a rift that could not be mended. She didn't know how to be his friend and not love him, and if that were the only case, it would have been fine, but he did not love her back. Sure, he cared about her about as much as he did anyone else, but he had not even tried to see her. He had not even tried to make things better. To show her that he cared and the indifference was what hurt the most. He didn't even care.

She had barely functioned since coming back from break. She had done okay in her final match but it was nothing to brag about, and then her father had come home. He had come back into her life because... her grandparents were both rather ill. So now she lived somewhere else, with people she didn't even know. A father who had abandoned her, a stepmother who acted like everything she did was wrong and a perfect little sister who was everything that Mona wasn't. It was a sad existence and the one person who could make this better was no longer her friend.

She had promised Winter that she would come to the dance, and so she had. Wearing the dress Winter had helped pic she sat at a table with a glass of punch in her hand. At least, he wasn't there. So she didn't have to see him making eyes at Zoe, she didn't have to pretend that it didn't bother her. She could just feel whatever this was and wish that the train would come days faster. She didn't want to be here any more.

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Prom 2019

End Of Term Dance

They were back. In black. Partners in crime all over again. Erebos was more excited about it than he probably should have been, but he had found in recent months that those two Hufflepuff girls were pretty darn cool. Winter especially. The two of them had been paired for the Valentine's Day dance and he had actually had a lot of fun hanging out with her. He had originally thought that they'd meet, mingle, and go their separate ways but instead they hand ended up hanging out the entire dance! Not to mention she was willing to help him save Hades from his Date From Hell. 

This dance, however, was not paired. @fluffyhades didn't have to be paired with Miss Terrible and that was good. Erebos wanted to wait for Demeter Keola Hitchens , it being her first dance back and all, but he figured that Astraea would make sure she got down safe. Erebos would definitely be keeping his eyes out for Koala tonight. He and his best mate had gotten ready as usual and headed down to get good ol' @zephyrus for supervising. It worked out well considering his partner in crime, for the second dance in a row, was heading up from the same house. Coming down to the Great Hall he found himself seeming slightly...under-dressed compared to a lot of other people. It was formal, but like....he was still there to party. 

The studded bow tie around his neck couldn't dare shine as bright as Winter did as he found her among the crowd. Shine, not in the literal sense but "Damnnn girl!" It came out louder than he meant it too and Erebos made a face looking around for staff to holler at him for his words or deduct house points. So close to the end of the year too, damn. His voice fell quieter this time, a smile replacing the face of realized failure. "Yikes, I mean damn girl you look nice!" 

The familiar sight of his favorite Hufflepuff lad came in to view and Erebos smirked. "Zeph, looking spiffy as always my friend. Are those," he feigned an impressed gasp, "new shades for the occasion?" Sometimes they were when he noticed them. Sometimes they were back ups for occasions where Zeph would most certainly have them knocked off his face. They were all just warriors in the war to keep the blind man's eyes protected. Some heroes just had to take the fall.

@fluffyhades @winter @mona
@zephyrus Demeter Keola Hitchens  
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_{end of term dance}

The term was coming to an end, which made her happy, and it worried her a little. Mona worried her more than anything else and she wasn't even sure that she could allow her friend to keep doing this. They would be going home soon, and there was nothing that she could do about it and it somehow made her feel worse. She had her own things that she had to deal with though, she had to think about going home to be with her father, to deal with her brothers and sister more often. She would have a nephew to watch, it was a lot that she would have to take on again, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to do any of it. She just had a little more left to do before she would be a seventh year. She would be an adult before too much longer.

It was weird, knowing that she was almost done with school and she just had one more yeat before her NEWTs. Something about this made her feel... old? She wasn't ready and that she could admit freely, but it had more to do with feeling like she had not yet lived. She had not enjoyed her life of being young and free. If anything it had felt like a burden just being alive. Her sister had seen to that and no matter what she did she could not find a way to explain to her brothers what she felt. She could never explain to her father that she felt this way, hell he probably wanted her to. She had always felt lonely and abandoned by the man so why would he even try and help her now?

She didn't want to think about anything tonight but having fun. Erebos had asked her and it was the one thing that actually made her happy. She had a chance this year to do something, go somewhere, be something. She had put on a dress that she and Mona had charmed. It had been a light green once, but they spelled it black so she could wear it to the dance. She styled her hair closer to something of a pin up girl, had her pouted painted a heavy read and her eyes were a soft smokey silver and grey. Dark and dramatic like always, darling despite the warmth that showed in her smiled when Erebos came over.

She blushed under his attention and bit her lip before tucking hair behind her ear. "Oh, stop it. You look rather dashing yourself you know." Sh had always found it bazar when people told each other they looked hot. She took his arm and took a long step, letting her leg peek out of the dress before going back inside. They weren't as long as Mona's but she thought they looked just as good. "Any missions for thise one? Or just having a good time?"

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