Prom 2019

End of term dance

Black and white decorations

Amaryllis had been quite pleased so far with student cooperation to her firmly suggested theme for their attire. The whole room worked brilliantly. It brought thoughts of a space she had cultivated just as she would in one of her greenhouses. Everything just worked...Until it didn't. The witch was enjoying the attention and praise from the woman who the Dark Lord had destined her for, right up until the moment that a stupid attention seeking bint had to blaze in and ruin everything. 

Amaryllis's jaw visibly tightened. Her smile became forced and the vein in her temple made an appearance. Her hold on the goblet @avalon had brought her grew so tight, her knuckles blanched white. It vexed her beyond reason, beyond logic. She was infuriated by the insolent child's decision to destroy the carefully cultivated aesthetic. Her displeasure was clearly evident. Her eyes bore down on the child with true malice and fury.

The Blackwood itched to reach for her wand. She had it, stowed in the skirts of her dress. But there was nothing that could be done with it. She could not perform the charm that would strip the vivid color away. "That seems... prudent," Amaryllis agreed, shifting her narrowed eyes from the Ravenclaw in red to her wife. Her expression softened as the took in the details of Avalon's face. The woman did have a way of making even the most vexing of situations more easily to endure. The brunette had been ready to drag the girl from the hall by her ear, berating her every step of the way. 

Her expression brightened as Avalon spoke on, yes. Yes, there was something that she would like her wife to do now. Amaryllis could not charm the gown, but Avalon was still capable. "If you would be so kind, ma nuit¹, I do believe a color-changing charm is in order." A hex would have done nicely, too. Perhaps something to make the girl break out into boils or the like. But that would be frowned upon. There had been more leeway for hexing students under the former administration, but as a leader in this once again neutral Hogwarts, Amaryllis would not risk her position over a silly, unimportant attention seeker. Clearly the child was devoid of fashion sense, that was a punishment that would follow her all through life. 

The sight of the girl, even after Avalon charmed her dress an appropriate shade for the evening, would continue to annoy the Deputy Headmistress. Anyone else who dared step foot in the Great Hall would be receiving detention. She would have them polishing the suits of armor in the evenings and during free periods, they would have to observe the first and second year end of term exams. 

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¹ma nuit = my night

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@roxanne, @all | Dress | Words: 527

Vet did love to get dressed up. She just didn’t think she could do a great job of it. Vivien was much better at getting organised and dressed and doing makeup. Vet wasn’t exactly tom boy but she simply spent her time doing other things, namely Quidditch and trying to get all her school work done. She definitely had a lot on her plate and tonight was her chance to put it all to one side and to enjoy herself.

With exams coming up, she knew that she would get down to studying tomorrow but she could still get away from her books for one night. If anything, she had earned the opportunity to do so. Vet had already tried to get get Dima to come but she knew thad been a pointless attempt on her behalf. She knew he had been having a hard time of late the witch thought it was the best time for to go out have some fun. Sure, there was every change that Zoe could be there with a date, but the other girl didn’t strike Vet as someone who would move that.

Sure, there were some teenager girls like that but she had to believe that Zoe was not like that. She didn’t know the full story of the breakup and Dima was free to tell her how much he wanted to about the dance. Vet was not stupid, she knew that something had happened but she knew there was no point in pushing her best friend to tell her something he didn’t want to. As long as she let him know that she was there for him, it was more than enough.

The witch had chosen white because she knew she it looked good on her and she got sufficient attention. The latter wasn’t something she was looking for but she wouldn’t say no to someone asking her to dance. She had honestly had enough with just going to these sorts of events and just hanging by the sides and talking. But she didn’t hold out hope for it. She knew there were plenty of other girls there who were more likely to get asked to dance.

Taking a deep breath she followed a group of badgers into the great hall and her eyes were automatically drawn to the decorations. Once again the elves had done a bang up job of making the place look spectacular.

It was evident the someone had not got the memo about the colour scheme or had purposefully chosen to ignore it. She was interested to see how the teachers reacted to that girl. Vet headed to the refreshments table and got a glass of pumpkin juice for herself and then gazed around the room. She waved to @roxanne and then quickly finished her drink and disposed of her cup with her wand and made her way over to the girl. While they weren’t the same house, the had played opposite each other for a number of years. Anyone who didn’t know at least once Weasley did live under a rock. ”Well look at you Roxy…” Vet grinned, taking in the other girl’s dress.

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That was sort of what happened when you were taken without much warning, when you had to return with what little you had, when your parents couldn't remember who you were. She'd borrowed enough money from her friends to buy something, because everyone said she couldn't just borrow something, and she had to own something of her own. Well. They say it was a gift, but she considered it borrowing. She was treating it like aamos after all.

She hadn't been able to find something that was the exact colors offered, but she was good at charms. The lighter blue was changed to a stormcloud grey, the darker blue to black. It still looked nice, and it was easy enough that she could really have a second dress after the dance that not many people would be familiar with. She hoped it would be good enough, at least. She still remembered what had happened to Bellamy, and she really--

Muggleborns were still so recently allowed at school. If her dress wasn't good enough, she might be the next under the wand. She was sure her friends would have more to say, she knew they would get into it, but she didn't want to take too many risks. A solid grey accent was the most she'd do. She couldn't ruin it, no. Not when her first friends were having their last dance, what could have been, should have been hers. This was for Roxy, this was for Athazaz and Nick, for the Stroud twins and Emanuel, for everyone who deserved this.

She'd miss them, her first classmates. She knew they were going onto do great things, most of them. She knew a good portion were going back into slavery, but there had been a lucky few to have Healing as positions. It was smart of them, cleverer than she was, but maybe by the time she graduated next year. . .

Demeter took a breath, letting Astraea take her down, keeping her eyes peeled for @erebos , @zephyrus , @fluffyhades , @calypso. Her friends, all of her friends. . .and then there was @roxanne , gorgeous and bright next to the punch bowl and a girl in red. Worry crawled up through her belly, but maybe if people were with her. . .

"Loving the red," she told the younger girl. It was a bit too . . .fluffy in her taste, but clearly the girl liked it, and that was all that mattered. At least it seemed age-appropriate, not like others. It wasn't too mature, and that was good.

"Not spiking the punch, Roxy? Not even with a firework?" She grinned at her friend. "I'm sure your mother would be proud, but your pa would regret the color missing from here."

[attr="class","tags1"]☆ @roxanne , @radella , 456 words, lighter blue = grey, darker blue = black. and no heels. ☆

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[attr="class","wordz-hels"] So scratch what he was thinking about bravery last week, because somehow he's been convinced to break the dress code. His parents would not be happy, but Ollie was insistent that they looked the parts of mages, that they looked good and not-boring, and Hels agreed then. He'd known the Theory and Ollie had Transfiguration down, he was fairly decent at charms, and he's gotten some help from the boyfriends, but--

Maybe this would be enough. Maybe it would work. He was pretty sure there were others charming clothes to actually be black and white or grey, so if there were spells against this sort of thing, it would catch too many things. Athazaz had definitely mentioned something about doing something similar. . .

it was one thing to Charm a garment to make it look a certain way to everyone but you. it was far more difficult to do it to allow others to also see it. That part he'd needed the help with, but it was worth it when he'd gotten it checked. Glamours, illusionary spells weren't really his thing, especially when they were like this, but it was successful, because he'd gotten it checked with everyone who wasn't in on it. It was showing the true colors to Ollie and Maggie, to Clio and Violet Stroud, to Athazaz and his friends, but to everyone else, it would seem as if he was simply wearing white. Dario was certainly not included in that section anymore.

"You look nice," he told Ollie with a grin. He was amused, wondering how Violet would react to it. Ollie had said she dressed Violet, though he. . . okay, he knew the power of crushes, but Violet had refused to dress up for things two years in a row. Sometimes they were lucky and she wore a version of the uniform. "You're ready to give half the people heart attacks and send the other half into jealousy they don't have your style?"

[attr="class","tags-hels"]☆ Ollivander Galinski , 326 words, it looks plain white if you're not a friend of his, also the interior garment is longer ☆

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Donald could not believe that the end of the school year had come across so quickly. It seemed like only yesterday that the 14-year-old had was looking forward to his fourth year of school, and now it would soon be to the end. The young boy was in a bit of a reflective mood as he approached the Great Hall for his end of year disco. He hadn’t done as well as he had liked to have as Ravenclaw seeker this year, and there was a moment when he thought about quitting but his sister managed to talk him out of that. He was grateful that she did. The young boy really did enjoy quidditch and took a lot of pride in being the seeker for his house team. Apart from his little wobble, that is. Amy was right, he just had to practice even harder for next year.

Academically, thing was going a lot better for him. He was doing well in almost all his classes and achieving high grades. The only subject area the young lad was struggling with was transfiguration still. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get it right. It was a real bother for him and barely scraping by just wasn’t enough for the spikey haired wizard. Someway, somehow, he was going to attempt to improve in this subject. If only he could find out what the problem was.

The young wizard also discovered his sexuality this year, but he was still toying coming out as asexual to his family and friends. He was scared of how they would react and what they would say. He was worried about what his friends would think about him being ace as well. Don was a bit more happier knowing that he is not broken or weird, at least he didn’t think he was, and he did not. It was still a bit of a struggle for him.

However, he put that to the back of his mind now. This was meant to be a night of fun, not for dwelling on the past. Donald was dressed smartly for the evening in line with the dress code. He entered the Great Hall and looked around to see if he could see any of his friends or family. Really, Donnie would be happy if he just spent the night with his sister. He found these occasions to always be a bit difficult.

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[attr="class","cbody"]A dance. It was really hard to believe that they were here, at another dance. The last time she had been dressed up in the Great Hall for an End of Term dance, it had gone quite differently. Yes, that was not the last dance that she had been to. On the contrary, there had been the Valentine’s Day Dance only a few months prior, but she didn’t really count that, if she was being perfectly honest. They’d had assigned dates, and she’d had the unpleasant experience of being paired up with Clio. It was not the ideal way to spend the evening, though luckily for her, her roommate’s socially incompetent boyfriend had seen to her nearly immediately. It was enough to save her from what would have been an immensely boring evening, but it was not enough to make the dance particularly memorable.
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This dance was different, in a lot of ways. It was at an End of the Year dance that the registration had been announced, and they had all eventually been pulled from Hogwarts. And it was at an End of the Year dance that they… well, she didn’t know. She didn’t know if this would prove to be uneventful like she hoped, or if End of Term dances were just going to be riddled with bad luck until the end of time. Had something happened last year, when they were gone? She hadn’t thought to ask, in all honesty.
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But she didn’t hold much with superstition anyway. Likely, the evening would be uneventful, with nothing of note happening whatsoever. What mattered more to her was the fact that she was here with Devin. It was the first dance that they would be coming to together. It wasn’t like their relationship was a secret, though. It wasn’t like it had been kept from anybody, obviously. She slept in his bed most nights, since the girls’ dormitory wasn’t exactly friendly to men. It was too bad really, because the girls’ dormitory smelled a lot better than the male counterpart did. But she also knew that her roommates were more likely to narc on them to their head of house than Devin’s roommates were. She had been sleeping in there nearly every night for months now, so she thought that it was pretty obvious that none of his roommates had seen reason to say anything. It wasn’t as if she hid her presence or snuck out in the morning. No, she just waltzed out of their dormitory, skimpy pajamas and all, paying no mind to who else was around.
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So, their relationship was not a secret. Their entire house knew about it and Gryffindors notoriously had loud mouths. Them coming to the dance was not some grand proclamation of their relationship or anything like that. If anything, it just marked that this year was thankfully almost over. At this point, she was just ready to be done with school and moved into their flat. Though she was not looking forward to telling her parents about that or the actual process of moving with them likely in her ear the entire time.
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That was a problem for later. For now, she was just going to enjoy maybe an hour of the dance, at most. Then she thought that they could take advantage of an empty common room. That would likely be a lot more fun than this. She didn’t know when dances joined the growing list of things she had little tolerance for, but she’d gotten used to the fact that most of what happened at Hogwarts these days was insignificant to her. The only reason she’d wanted to come at all was because it gave her a reason to dress up and she liked the feel of Devin’s eyes on her—and she was tired of her uniform.
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“Am I going to find a flask hidden in your pocket?” She asked, glancing over at him with raised eyebrows. At this point, even though they had nearly just gotten here, she thought getting punch and pouring some liquor into it was a good start to the evening.
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[attr="class","cbody"]Dances weren’t boring, per say. They definitely could prove to be interesting on occasion. It really just depended on a variety of circumstances. Behavior mixed with high emotions running rampant—usually there were at least a few breakups and more than a couple fights at a dance like this one. If someone snuck booze in, tempers raged a little easier, but that would come later. It was far too soon in the night to even think about that.
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Afterparties were better than the dance itself. Everybody knew that. No supervision, no chaperones, and no dress codes just about guaranteed that. But they had to get through the dance to get to the afterparty, and that was fine by here. With her aunt being the way that she was, and with people certainly going against the black and white color scheme, she was sure that there would be fireworks. It all depended on the student that made the mistake of messing with the aesthetic, and what her opinion of them was. It would be a much different reaction if it was a Slytherin than if it was a Gryffindor, for instance. But only time would tell, really.
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Rhea had no problem with matching the aesthetic. She looked good in both black and white, though for obvious reasons she was more partial to the former. The problem with the aesthetic was how hard it was to stand out when everyone was in the same colors. That was an easy fix, with shoes that would still compliment the décor without outright clashing. She couldn’t think of what was more of a pathetic cry for attention than someone blatantly going against the dress code, but she was sure that it would happen. There was always going to be that sad, insecure that wanted guaranteed eyes on her. That was just how it worked with teenage girls.
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Generally speaking, she had no problems with confidence. There were times recently when it had wavered, but that was more with uncertainty than anything else. Her parents trying to arrange a marriage for her after finding out about her and LJ had put her out of her comfort zone. Answering summons to Jarred’s home put her in situations that she was not used to either. Around him, she was a lot less sure of herself. Usually, she was the one that was in control in any given situation. Playing with the boys at Hogwarts was easy. She had felt less control with LJ, but she’d still had plenty of it. She still felt like she could get her way with him, if she really wanted to. But with Jarred, she knew that there were times when nothing was in her control—and that had already happened on multiple occasions.
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But she was not going to think about that tonight. Tonight, she had a dance to contend with. It was something so childish and trivial, that she hadn’t even mentioned it to Jarred. Of course, she hadn’t. She didn’t think that he needed any more reminders of how much younger she was than him. She’d considered asking him if he cared if she went with a date, but it felt silly to even ask. So, she had said yes when Aidan Yaxley had asked her. She had known him for years and he was decent company. Nice to look at, would wear a red tie to match her shoes if she asked, though he likely would expect to get shagged at the end of the night. That was just a non-start. But that was a problem for later. She could point him in someone else’s direction at the afterparty. Maybe Remy.
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Getting to the dance late was just what she had always done, and Aidan hadn’t complained. He had been drinking in the common room with a few other blokes waiting for their dates, and she had promptly tugged him away from that lot to come up here. They were late enough and she was sure that Oralie was already here with her… very attentive boyfriend. But when they entered the hall, the first thing she saw was red. And so not in a good way. “Dear Merlin, cry for an attention for what?” She glanced up at Aidan as his lips curled up to a smirk. “If looks could kill…” She followed his gaze to her eyes, and it was obvious from their expressions that they were not at all happy about the frilly monstrosity.
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[attr="class","tweedles"]Radella had known going in, that there was a chance the professors wouldn't take kindly to breaking the theme of the dance however unintentionally, and an equally high chance they would do something about it. She couldn't muster up the power to be sorry, however, and there were even a few fellow students who at least admired her courage, if not the actual dress. Not that Radella cared much what her peers thought of it, because she loved it and that was what mattered most in the end. But really, it was a lovely thing, all froth and bounce, age-appropriate without being too childish and exactly the kind of thing Radella thinks of when she imagines going to an event like this. She took the offered compliments with a smile and nod, and endured the glares from those who didn't approve with a similar reaction, because what use was it to give them fuel? So what if they didn't like her. She didn't like them.

The blow, when it came, wasn't so much a shock as it was a little disheartening. A color-changing charm to make her vibrant red dress black. Well, at least she could remove it when the dance was over, because she had a feeling that removing it before then would only incite the wrath of the professor who cast it. Not that the dress was any less lovely in black, but red had suited her personality far better. At least her accessories still matched, as they were simple and neutrally colored, but now she was just another part of the crowd. Ugh. Not that Radella wanted to stand-out too much, just...be seen. Like a pink daisy in a field of yellow ones. Just different enough to catch the eye without being offensively out there. She could admit that wearing red to a black and white dance might have been turning herself into a rose within a daisy patch, but at the time she hadn't cared. Now...well now she was just another yellow daisy among the yellow daisies. Nothing she could do about it now.

Of course a Gryffindor commented on her color choice in favor of the red, Radella wasn't surprised. She meandered through the Hall for a bit in her now black dress, hoping someone might stop to chat but content to observe the goings on for a little while. Dancing was fun, but only when her partner was as skilled as she was. Radella wasn't classically trained in anything, but her skills in krav maga and just her general ability to adapt meant she could follow virtually anyone's lead so long as they knew how to lead. Dancing with someone who couldn't lead? Ugh thank you, next.

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♕fai

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[attr="class","title-atha"] Dance with You

[attr="class","subtitle-atha"] I just wanna dance with you
Let the whole world melt away and dance with you

[attr="class","wordz-atha"] Their graduation was coming up, and Athazaz personally couldn't wait. He could get out, move in with Nick officially (or at least officially move his better clothes over), and he could help take care of Amilias. Be an apprentice, because he liked the practical side more than the classroom. It would be best, maybe, if he was under someone who was a Herbologist as well, because that way he wouldn't have to find two masters to work under (but really, there should be a better term. The optics of it all. . .) He hadn't started asking around, but he. . .

There were options that he knew off the top of his head. His father or grandmother, of course, but no. Absolutely not. They'd disowned him for a reason, after all. Matron Greengrass, but she was rather busy and had just had a child. His former Head of House. . .but hadn't she also had a child recently? Besides, how awkward a letter. Absolutely not. He couldn't just write and ask, after all this time without so much as letters in-between. Their Herbology professor was probably too busy, plus if she found out about the charms he was using, she probably wouldn't be too happy. Maybe . . .Althea Abbott's father, but even that sounded strange to him. Besides, his father probably had pull there.

No, he'd worry about that later. Once his exams were over. Today, tonight was just Nick and all the other students.

He would miss everyone at Hogwarts, though. Emma and Teddy had been much the same, friends to all. Emma had stayed back though, working in Hogsmeade. That worked for her, she was going to be in the industry, and Atha. . .he knew some people joked he adopted new siblings every day, but it would be the younger kids he would miss the most. He'd write to them, of course, check up on how they were doing to give advice or help, but it was different than being in the same place as them.

But he would be with Nick. Nick, who might lose some tension once he left that building with all the O's he deserved. Nick, set path winding in front of him. Atha by his side, holding his hand, visiting him in Singapore and acting the friend. Nick, his Nick, in the lazy summer sun. He'd take Nick to the beach, make him sun lotions to prevent his boyfriend from burning. They'd see Lizzy often enough, she'd bring Henry and probably Carin. They'd be together, live together, and Atha would be there for him through thick and thing, come what what may through storm and stress.

"Do you like my kaftan?" He teased, his hands on Nick's waist. Nick was the only other person who saw the true colors, because he was the only one who mattered enough to see them. Everyone else, of course he cared about them, but Atha dressed for himself alone, and often Nick. This was making sure Nick was included, not keeping others out. He gave his boyfriend a careful dip to the music, let Nick spin him around when he got up. Oh, it didn't go to the music, but why did that matter for tonight? Tonight for was for fun, for dancing.

He'd charmed the blue to resemble cream-- not a true white, that was too similar to mourning and funerals, so it was unlucky--and the gold underneath to black for everyone else. "I ordered it from Morocco for tonight. Mum wouldn't approve of the extra expense, but I figured, you only have your last school dance once, right? I wanted to help make it special for you." He drew up Nick's hand, pressing a light kiss to it. "It's your night. It's our night."

[attr="class","tags-atha"]☆ @nick , 624 words, kaftan, ignore that it's a pale dude, atha wasn't very happy but he liked it best ☆

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Prom 2019

End of term dance

Black and white decorations

The annoyance bubbled up in her. She bit her tongue until she tasted blood in her mouth. And for the very first time since he had been sent away, Amaryllis missed Sebastian Flint. He would not have hesitated to put the attention seeking bint into her place. Now torturing students was practically out of the question--they were to be neutral, safe Hogwarts again. That was what she had committed to. She was trying to accept it. She rarely had a problem with it, but tonight, the children were vexing her. They had been growing increasingly unbearable. It was surely the proximity to the summer holidays. She could not wait to be far from this castle and all the annoying brats with their uncontrolled magic. They failed to appreciate the power they possessed, while she was going without.

It was too bad the mini epidemic outbreak within the castle walls had not struck down more of them. Hardship taught lessons--and these heathens badly needed the world to slap them in the face with a wake-up call.

Her perfect gift from Hell cast the magic that she had requested, but it wasn't enough. Amaryllis had to verbally chastise the girl. Looking down her nose at the halfblood, a sneer full of purist arrogance was portrayed on the witch's aristocratic face. As an Avery and Greengrass, she had been raised to look down on those of lesser heritage. She did not truly, as was clear by the choice of her life partner, but she could still conjure up the appearance of such haughty judgment. 

"Your attention seeking is vulgar and pathetic. You'll think about that in detention with Finch. Perhaps he can find use for that horrendous garment polishing trophies." Amaryllis spat at @radella , her narrowed eyes cut so sharply at the child that most would cower or cry under such malevolence. "You'll report to him at six am tomorrow." A wicked smiled upturned her face as she thought about the irritating child spending her Sunday at the mercy of the old caretaker. Amaryllis would urge the man to be particularly hard on her. Perhaps tell him that she saw the irritating little cockroach pulling the tail of his precious Mrs. Norris 2.0? 3.0? whatever rendition this was now.  He would be absolutely furious. It would be perfect. The child needed to learn her place. She was nothing and no one. Her arrogance needed to be struck down. It was simply Amaryllis's duty as Deputy Headmistress to ensure the children of Hogwarts learned more than just what was lain out in the curriculum. She had a duty to instill life lessons to the children.

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