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  1. Dull. That was the one word Chloe had to describe this extravagant event she was forced to attend, at the behest of her mother. Dull. The Sturt felt so out of place in that ball it was ridiculous. Having extricated herself from her date (how on Earth had she even gotten one?), the girl decided to cool off by an open balcony. She just needed a breather. A breather she would never get because a half-Veela decided to enter her immediate vicinity, and with her went Chloe's capacity to think, as usual. She watched as another girl seemed to be taking a break - she knew her from talking a few times before from past circumstances, but nothing beyond that. Most of the time, it was just the fact Chloe's gaze darted to the Bourke involuntarily, much to her chagrin. How she hated that attraction... Taking a deep breath, she attempted to steel her nerves. The bright smile she got on sight made it quite difficult. "Hey, Chloe!" Samantha greeted the Sturt. She was all too aware of what was going on in the older girl's mind; but, for once, it didn't actually bother her. This was because she knew Chloe wouldn't do a thing about it, and she actually looked bothered by the effect the passive charm had on her. "I didn't expect to see you here. You look good!" She complimented the choice of attire - a navy dress that hugged her frame nicely, and displayed the lean musculature of the woman. Even so, it wasn't that revealing. Whoever had picked it for her definitely went for the 'give just enough to want more' look, although it was disturbing to think someone would actually think that fit the girl's vibe. "...Thanks. You too." Awkward as she was, that was one social aptitude she did have. She then stood silently, having no means of pursuing a conversation; the ball was in Samantha's court. It was perhaps for the best, the Bourke was a natural. "Did you come here on your own?" Probably not. The headshake confirmed her suspicion. "Who did you come with?" "A friend of my sister's." He had invited her for some reason. Why hadn't he invited her sister instead? She'd never know. "What about you?" "Tyson McKennis." Chloe's eyes lit up in recognition. Samantha pointed him over in the crowd inside the hall, and waved at him. "He's leaving this year, so I figured I might as well go for a last hurrah, you know? I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to dance with him at a ball like this in my life, so I have to do it tonight." Tyson McKennis. That was an interesting choice - one she herself had considered prior to being asked to the event. Perhaps it was for the best that she didn't go through with it, as it granted Samantha the opportunity to do so. It didn't bother her that much either way; if anything, she just wanted to go back to the dormitories. "I'm assuming you're not going back inside for a while. Mind if I keep you company? It's getting a bit exhausting." Samantha leaned on the balcony. Chloe didn't protest, but she couldn't help but hope Sam's magnetic presence didn't end up attracting her fans to that little spot...
  2. "Don't even think about it. I'm positive it's jinxed." Rachel looked up from the mistifying punch bowl - how stereotypical was that for a ball? - upon a familiar voice reaching her ears. Her gaze landed on Lisa Knotley, an acquaintance whom had just made herself comfortable by leaning back against the table that thing was resting on, arms crossed under her chest, and visibly surveying the area with little interest. Was the ball too boring an event for her? 'For someone who went outta their way to dress like that, ya'd think they'd be the life 'o the party.' "Jinxed? Huh." Did Tallygarunga have some sort of past with spiked punches? "Yes. I don't know if it's the bowl or the liquid itself, but if you want to start off the year without having detention for half of it, I'd suggest you leave it alone. It sucks --trust me, I know-- but it is what it is. There are always better ways to... influence, teenage minds anyway." The blonde suggested. A spell here and there would cause a bit of much needed chaos in that otherwise boring party. That, and, she'd be able to fully get rid of her handsy date. "Fine then." Letting go of her nefarious plan (for the time being), Rachel turned around and leaned back against the table as well. "No counter-curse or anything?" "I can't counter-curse a spell when I don't know which it is. I could find out, but that always takes a while. By then everyone will be back at the dorms." Bummer. "There are easier ways to meddle with the event that don't need alcohol anyway." "You got any ideas?" Rachel's fingertips tapped the underside of the table in a rhythm as she rested against it. Magic could be a hell of a trip, but they needed to be smart about it so not to get caught. "Get back to me later on that one. This party is so dull that it managed to slow my brain somewhat. I have to think on it."
  3. There was a bit of a nervous knot in the pit of Meadow's stomach as the hours went by in the Ball day. It wasn't because she was about to go with a handsome man to the ball; it wasn't because those events made her uneasy. Oh, no. It was because she had the unshakable feeling that something bad was about to happen. That, and, the last Divination class had her read that 'not everything will go as you plan' from the tea leaves examinations. Did some sort of public humiliation await her? "...I'm ready, I think." Meadow commented for her roommate to hear as she gave the finishing touches to the makeup Samantha had made her promise she'd wear earlier in the day, to go with the effort the younger Bourke put in when it came to ensuring the youngest Richards looked her best. Meadow didn't exactly agree with that assessment, not sharing the thought that she could look good to begin with, but she couldn't deny that Sam had quite the sense of style. She was rather fond of that violet dress she was wearing. It was miraculous that she even got to acquire it - turns out your blood supremacist parents go out of their way to ensure your happiness when you lie about going to the ball with a pureblood young man. She was forgetting something, she could feel it. That made the nerves worse. As she paced back and forth in the dormitory bedroom she and Remi occupied, the girl waited impatiently as the inner turmoil and agitation grew stronger by the second, threatening to get the better of her.
  4. The school year was finally drawing to a close. That didn't particularly affect MJ either way - while there were things she certainly enjoyed doing on school grounds, there were plenty she could put her time to during the break as well. She found herself with some extra free time that day, with all the commotion in school surrounding the End Year Ball. She wasn't attending, having nothing to wear for such an occasion. It wasn't her type of thing to go to either, so it didn't bother her much to be in solitude. She could put that time to good use and engage in one of her several solitary activities instead, since she had no commissions backed up to sell. The girl wound up near her little hideout by the Korrowi Creek, opting to further prepare her little shelter. It was a bit of a game to her: she didn't exactly expect to actually live in such conditions at any point in her life, but she did enjoy having her own little special place away from the world. Wanting to prepare it further, she realized she needed to outfit her shelter with food reserves. She knew how to cook pemmican to stock up, but for that, she needed to hunt. To hunt, she needed weapons. She had spent the better part of that afternoon preparing a makeshift spear; but at that point, as the sun started to set, she switched her sights to creating a bow. Finding a fairly long piece of dry wood, she took it back to base. Sitting by the water, she retrieved a switchblade from her pocket and proceeded to care for what would become the grip of her bow - removing its twigs, its bark, and shaping it in general for better effectiveness in handling. It would be a long process, but a worthwhile one...
  5. The curfew had been lifted for the sake of the ball - Danielle was free to wander out to the campus without risking punishment (not that she was formally a student just yet to begin with) and she didn't want to be cooped up in the Southern Cross Tower. It had the unfortunate coincidence of being a tad too close to the Ball that she refused to attend, and as such, the noise was absolutely deafening. She needed a reprieve. As the sun set and she grew more comfortable with being outdoors (low visibility, less flaming orb in the sky), the Dhampir left to the Grounds. She wasn't sure why she was going there, she wasn't too much of a fan of open spaces, but that's where her feet were taking her. She wound up at the Quidditch pitch. She had always been a fan but could never actually partake in the sport - before due to the fact she was on the run, and presently due to the fact she was in hiding and her psyche seemed to vehemently disagree with any crowded location that was out in the open during daylight. But it was night time then. She couldn't help but be relieved at the fact her anxiety wasn't flaring up. She felt quite comfortable instead and headed into the pitch proper, walking slowly on the recently trimmed grass and taking in the view. She wound up sitting with her back to one of the closer goal posts, and let her eyes flutter shut. She had resigned to the fact she'd be spending the night alone, as Travis was going to the Ball; might as well make herself comfortable in her solitude.
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