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Post by BASTIAN HILLICKER on Jul 19, 2024 2:44:02 GMT -5
Bastian had had the best Easter holidays, as he was invited over to Heirans’ house. He loved how different the things were as compared to what he had been used to. He was not going to compare anything but yeah somethings were very different while others were just slightly. Bastian had had a conversation with Heirans about the party they were going to attend and what costume they were going to wear. It would be weird not talking to Heirans when Heirans was right there. He was glad that they agreed to wearing similar outfits. He wouldn’t mind matching with his boyfriend to be honest. He didn’t argue at all, knowing very well that he couldn’t drive and moreover was young to drive as of now, when Heirans drove them to the party. He glanced back at Heirans’ grandparents and smiled to them. He gently held Heirans’ hand for a short time- just wanting to be close to Heirans. He didn’t want to cause any issues with his driving.
Bastian blushed as he saw his boyfriend opening the door for his grandmother. He was so happy that his boyfriend was such a gentleman. He shook his head as he zipped up his own suit. He let his hand go all over his own outfit as if trying to take all the creases away from his garment. He didn’t want the outfit he was wearing to be wrinkled. He loved that he and Heirans were looking like they were part of a certain team and loved how good these looked at them. He knew in a Masquerade party you had to cover your eyes with a mask but well Heirans seemed to have taken it up a notch. So instead of masks, they had Helmets. He took one from Heirans and before either of them could put it, he leaned in to kiss his lips gently before walking towards Heirans.
Bastian looked at Heirans and shook his head. "No Heirans this suit isn’t uncomfortable. I know it’s something new I am trying, so I guess the body will take time to adjust to it." He was happy wearing it. He was not unhappy about it. "I am sure darling, that that will be the case with this outfit too." He said. He smiled and blushed as Heirans kissed his cheek. Entwining his hand with Heirans, he walked. He pulled his visor down as well. He was not going to let anyone else besides Heirans know who he was. Well it might not be a big surprise but that depended on if someone recognized Heirans. If they did, then they’d know who he was too. Tian followed Heirans when he dragged him to meet one of the students. Did he recognize someone? It was pretty nice that Heirans had identified Calvin. Tian knew of Calvin as he had met him.
Tian just waited next to Heirans as he saw him talk to Calvin. He didn’t want to be rude. "Hi Calvin" Tian said looking in the direction where Calvin was. His voice was muffled a little as he was wearing a helmet. He turned to Heirans for a few seconds before looking ahead. It was not till Heirans said something that he turned back to Heirans. "Alright baby I will do that. You better be good!" He said. Putting his head with the helmet on Heirans, he walked into the bar area where he could get drinks. "Can I please have two mojitos with extra mint leaves? Thank you so much!" He said to the bar tender. He waited for minutes before the Bartender waved at him to signal his drinks were ready. He walked with both the glasses of drink and made his way through the crowd, till he reached Heirans. A smile appeared on his face. "Your drink my love." He looked at him and smiled. Before opening the visor. So he could enjoy the cold beverage.
Post by NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM on Jul 19, 2024 10:30:55 GMT -5
He settled a hand at her hip, the other pressed to her lower back as they moved, "It wasn't lessons," he said, knowing most pureblood children had them, his upbringing hadn't exactly been conventional in those terms. "My nan had a lot of friends and I didn't. Lets just leave it at that." he huffed, amused. "But it's served me well, I'd say." he thought it had really. He was probably one of the only boys in his year that hadn't groaned whenever the dancing became a required point in their studies. Of course, so did his green thumb but that didn't transfer well to his feet.
Post by DRAKE MAZELOW on Jul 19, 2024 10:48:15 GMT -5
"Not hard to miss, are they?" he said of the Weasley’s, his head tipping as he listened to the conversations around him. Or at least tried to before Olivia was taking his hand and tugging him away, fingers automatically lacing with hers until they had settled into a spot that wasn't too overcrowded. "Abott's sister looks like she's about to birth a kneazle." he whispered to her and gave a slight nod behind them when he recognised her voice.
Then he realised.. they had to dance. He had to dance. With Olivia. Like.. proper dancing, formal dancing. The type his mother said was expected and he unlaced their fingers and placed an awkward hand on her hip, why was he awkward? He could do this, he was great at dancing. But she was pretty, she looked pretty in her dress. Had he told her that? He couldn't remember. "You look pretty." there, he'd said it now.
Post by DRACO MALFOY on Jul 19, 2024 11:11:50 GMT -5
Once he thought he'd made the sufficient greeting, he bowed his head, to eye someone he thought familiar - someone he didn't expect. "Excuse me, just a moment, gentlemen." he said to the men he'd somehow been surrounded with and then ducked by Alistair to make way for Noa.
It didn't take him long, a few side steps and a spin to avoid a waiter, until he was in front of her and.. someone he didn't know at all. A novelty. "Olivar." he said in greeting, "You didn't bring the street rat, did you?"
OOC: Draco's mask and outfit. Yes it's a dragon. He thinks he's funny.
Post by SOFIA ABOTT on Jul 19, 2024 11:36:02 GMT -5
Sofia didn't know what she was supposed to be waiting for, but she blindly followed when her sister began to make a beeline for Rose and Don. Maybe she wouldn't say anything? Which, in hindsight later, would have indeed been a foolish thought to have.
"Oi, Mcevoy!" Danielle called as she approached, looking like she might start a brawl.
"Danielle!" Sofia hissed and hurried to follow after her. "Just leave it."
"I will not leave it!" She hissed back and held her free hand out to point towards the offending boy. "Was it not enough to make my sister feel like crap? You had to come and rub salt in the wounds by parading your," she paused and then looked at Rose. "Girlfriend about?" She turned her attention back to Don, pausing only for a moment before she threw the drink in her hand right into his face.
Sofia gaped from where she stood behind her sister. Merlin. What could she even do? She had the tenacity of an iron will; there would be no budging her decision to do something.
"And, just in case you think I've forgotten the girl," she turned to grab the drink from Sofia's hand and tossed that towards Rose too. "Enjoy your evening," she said, and then turned on her heels. "Come on, Sofia. Let's find you someone actually good-looking to dance with."
ROSE WEASLEYDOMHNALL MCEVOY OOC: Sofia's dress & mask.. Recognizable to those who know her well. NPCing: Danielle Abott, Sofia's older sister, 16, Slytherin.
Last Edit: Jul 19, 2024 14:54:08 GMT -5 by SOFIA ABOTT
Post by EZRA WEASLEY on Jul 19, 2024 12:30:14 GMT -5
"Errr, Bathilda Bagshot!" he teased and then turned to face her. "Well, you didn't do too badly yourself," he said, because he wouldn't lie and say he wasn't aware how nice she looked in something other than school uniform. She was one of his best friends after all.
He moved on to circle her once, whistling as he went. "You look great," he said, stopping in front of her again. "Shame it's Slytherin green though," he teased as he took a drink from the butterbeer he'd been clinging to. "Uhhh, I haven't seen him yet, honestly, but he might be here and hiding, right?" he waved the masks. "Maybe he's gonna to jump out in a minute." he laughed.
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Jul 19, 2024 15:21:23 GMT -5
It sounded like Rose did know how to dance - probably way better than him, too. For some reason, he felt pretty happy to learn that she had only danced with her family members, though. Not many people she could compare him against... He drank some of the Butterbeer he had been nursing in his hands - the question he was about to ask made his throat dry up.
"Why? Did you… do you… want to dance?"
Rose was faster than him, making him feel both relieved and abashed. In his rush to answer, he inhaled some of the drink he was trying to swallow and had to cough, his face turning red - both from the ordeal and from embarrassment. Good going.
"Yes, I--" he coughed again and cleared his throat, clinking his glass back onto the table and composing himself. "Sorry about that. Yes, of course, I want to." Very much aware of himself and what he was about to do, Don reached out to take Rose's hand. Her fingers were so warm and soft... he was glad his palms weren't sweaty - a miracle, really, given how nervous he felt. Leading her closer to the dance floor, he felt the need to warn her. "I haven't had much practice, though. So, I mean, I know the basics - but it might be--"
"Oi, Mcevoy!"
The boy looked up at the sound of a somewhat familiar voice, its owner already angry with him. He hadn't even done anything yet - he didn't even plan to! It was Sofia's sister, with Sofia herself in tow. Somehow, he knew there was going to be trouble. Maybe because Danielle was stalking towards him like an enraged panther. "What--"
"Was it not enough to make my sister feel like crap?"
He opened his mouth to protest, but the older girl continued - proceeding to call Rose his girlfriend. There must have been a whole lot of miscommunication happening between the Abott sisters. "Okay, listen, Sof--"
The drink splashed him in the face, stinging his eyes and ruining a large portion of his shirt. Don froze, stunned. Usually, Slytherin bullying was more subtle than this. He didn't know how to react - he couldn't very well push a girl, or even throw a drink at her in return - they would all get kicked out of the manor, and the Weasley family might get into trouble for bringing him here. Unlinking his fingers from Rose's, he wiped some of the liquid off his face and from under his mask. It would be all sticky now. Great. Once again, he tried to find his voice - too late, as he saw another glass already flying towards Rose...
Post by ANNABELLE MULCIBER on Jul 19, 2024 15:21:35 GMT -5
Annabelle had never fully understood her brother’s aversion to people, particularly when she found such joy in socializing with others, and no event better illustrated the difference between the two siblings than that ball. While Julian was visibly tense, keeping his distance from the crowd as much as possible, Annabelle was practically skipping along next to him, perfectly at ease amongst so many people. At least he seemed amenable to introducing her to his friends, not that she would have given him a choice either way. She hoped perhaps he would relax a bit more around them.
A voice next to them interrupted her thoughts and she looked over to see a girl about her brother’s age asking him to dance. The girl looked kind, and quite pretty, but Annabelle already knew her brother’s answer before it even left his mouth. She practically rolled her eyes when he met her expectations with an abrupt no, stumbling forward as he tugged her along immediately after. Annabelle turned her head back to watch the girl for a moment longer. Her mouth was agape, eyes blinking rapidly, staring after them as if she had not been expecting such a swift rejection. Annabelle huffed and turned her attention back to her brother. “You didn’t need to be so rude, you know,” she scolded, as if her opinion would change his actions in any way. “And it wouldn’t have killed you to dance with her at least once. Or would you rather trail after father’s coattails all evening?”
Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Julian’s focus was taken by something ahead of them. Following his gaze, Annabelle found a girl in a gold dress, standing by her family. “Oooh, now I understand,” she muttered under her breath with a cheeky smile, looking back to Julian’s captivated face. Sure he had on a mask, but she could read him like a book regardless, and there was definitely something about that girl that had her brother on the hook. Whomever she was, Annabelle liked her already.
With a shit eating grin firmly planted on her face, she listened to Julian’s plea for help, tapping on her pursed lips as if she was considering whether to help him or not. “Of course they won’t deny me, I’m a delight,” she replied smugly, brushing off any possible concerns on the matter. “Fine, I’ll help. But…” She trailed off dramatically for a moment, leaning in closer as she laid out her price. “I want to meet her.” She didn’t need to clarify who, she knew Julian would understand precisely whom she wanted to meet. With one last pointed look at her brother, conveying that she would not be swayed on her one demand, she turned away and gracefully walked towards the small family, almost appearing like she was floating in her large ball gown.
Her mind was swirling with ways to distract the family so Julian could steal some time with his beloved. Luckily, the parents seemed already distracted speaking to some other adults, so she just had to deal with the younger sister, and the older gentleman currently addressing the two children. “Good evening,” she greeted with a curtsy, ever the picture of grace and elegance, before addressing the youngest directly. “I don’t believe we’ve met before. My name’s Annabelle.” She introduced herself, purposefully leaving out her last name. While usually a source of pride, she felt Julian’s plight would be better achieved if she remained anonymous for the time being. “I was just about to go find my friend Katie to explore the gardens, I heard they have the most beautiful butterflies, and I was wondering if you would like to join.” With the invitation placed she turned to the older gentleman standing next to them, bowing her head respectfully in greeting. “I hope you don’t mind if I steal her away. Adult conversations are no place for young ears such as ours, after all.” And just like that, the bait had been laid out. Now she just had to wait and see if she would be successful, although she highly doubted her plan would fail. She was utterly charming after all.
Post by PRESTON BURKE on Jul 19, 2024 16:22:37 GMT -5
The invitation to this ball came mere months after Fabbio's previous event. For some reason, the Neros were intent on remaining firmly planted within the public's awareness - perhaps hoping to remedy the bad reputation brought to their name by Giovanna Nero. Preston knew there was no way he would be able to avoid going - not with three of his favourite girls so eager to participate in the event. And so, the Burke family - minus the two-year-old Aurelius - arrived at the manor.
Pansy probably knew almost everyone here, too; he was fairly interested to see how quickly she would recognise her acquaintances while they were masked. Thalia and Charlotte were both trailing behind them; he was sure the two would quickly grow restless watching parents socialise.
They ended up in a similar company as last time - Fabbio nearby, as well as Alistair and Astorialess Draco. Preston opted for letting Pansy do most of the conversing, while he sipped his drink and tried to not get bored before his daughters did. He nodded at Thorne in greeting, smiling at his choice to address the two girls and compliment something both of them seemed to be proud of - their dresses. He knew Thalia would offer a graceful response, and only hoped that Charlotte wouldn't get too distracted by Draco's mask. As if reading his mind, Malfoy left their little group swiftly.
A young voice rang out nearby, its owner introducing herself as Annabelle. The girl was unfamiliar to him - perhaps old enough to be a Hogwarts first-year, but certainly not a third-year; it meant she couldn't be one of his students. Her polite, fluent speech indicated a good upbringing, maybe even etiquette lessons. She was bold, too, approaching the group alone and attempting to rescue his younger daughter from the dull company of adults. Normally, Preston would have been unwilling to let his children out of sight at an unfamiliar place. However, Fabbio had so many guards that the entire area was safer for the Burke girls than their own home. He saw other children already roaming about, not closely supervised - though certainly observed by security staff.
"Do you mean Katie Nott?" he asked the girl conversationally. He'd met Theodore's children; it was only a pity that Preston's own offspring were either too old or too young to have playdates with the eight-year-old girl. Katie was a sweet child, if only a little shy and quiet - extroverted kids would strive with her. Without using any divination techniques, he could foresee that she would leave the party knowing a lot more dragonology trivia than she did before - provided Charlotte agreed to join.
Preston gave his younger daughter an encouraging look. "You can go if you want, Lottie." He considered telling Thalia that she should go, too, but the second-year was too old to have much interest in butterflies. She would probaly search for her friends now that Charlotte was no longer attached to her; he was sure he'd spotted Ella, Dustin and Ezra somewhere.
Post by NARCISSE AERON on Jul 19, 2024 16:27:53 GMT -5
Narcisse was all for charity so he had decided to attend the masquerade ball. He had dressed in his best suit and had a mask on. Everyone looked smashing and it made him feel a little self-conscious. He didn't see anyone he knew but everyone was also in masks. So he supposed that should be a given. Still, he moved through the masses, trying to find a drink.
((open for interaction))
Last Edit: Jul 19, 2024 16:28:04 GMT -5 by NARCISSE AERON
Post by AURELIA MULCIBER on Jul 19, 2024 18:09:19 GMT -5
"Old ladies taught you how to dance?" It was a sad to imagine a little boy being tugged around a room by older women. Neville turned out surprisingly sane, if that was a regular part of his early years. "Your childhood sounds... fascinatingly tragic." He did dance well; Aurelia was impressed by the fluidity of his movements. She wondered how much he suffered before achieving such skill.
They turned with the music, and her eye caught sight of a familiar couple - Marcellus and his wife. She decided to join them after the dance, before noticing who they were approaching. Marcus was there, emptying a glass of what seemed to be Firewhisky. No, better join them now - the situation could turn unpleasant quickly if her brothers got carried away. She did not trust either of them to refrain from cutting remarks. "I see my family has arrived - shall we go speak to them?" Bringing Neville over would make him feel awkward, she knew - and she regretted having to do it. However, without outsiders participating in the conversation, her brothers might become comfortable throwing veiled insults... and begin unveiling them.
Halting their dance, she led Neville over to her older siblings. Marcellus had already started talking by the time she arrived, his words provoking a retaliation. "Marcus, you look dashing," she interjected with an easy smile, not expecting one in return. "Marcellus, Antonia - I am so happy to see you two again. Has Olivia fully recovered?"
Post by NOÁ OLIVAR on Jul 19, 2024 19:48:29 GMT -5
"I have a feeling you are a fantastic dancer," Dean made her flush a shade of red that almost matched the lipstick she was wearing. It was quite an attractive sight regardless, somehow Noá's blushing made her look even more beautiful in her fantastic gown. As they danced, she paid careful attention to his eyes, that seemed miraculously distracted by the sounds of passing gossip. Curious, and attempting to learn the art of spying for her Auror skills -- she listened in too. Draco's name was muttered. Noá promptly wondered where he was.
His inattentive state did go noticed, but Noá was patient, forgiving. Her eyes followed his to the refreshments table too. That may be nice later, she thought. She moved herself inches closer to him to tell him that it's alright. Noá understands the importance of connection making at events like these, or so she thought was important. It's not like she ever went to one. "So, what led you to choose law enforcement as your career path?"
The response came easy to her. "Mama works hard as a healer. I want to be able to make the world a safer place for her so she doesn't have to heal as many victims, and focus on those who really need her magical healing hands." She got lost for a moment, after giving her response. There was a soft magnetic smile that came from her lips, thinking about how her adoptive mother quite literally: saved her life. Of course she would want to give back to her in an even grander way than just monetary payments.
And then -- a voice she knew but not one that was entirely familiar to her either. "Olivar" Her head spun around to face Draco, in a mask. What especially gave him away was his blonde hair, but admittedly she got distracted by his mask. What was he trying to be? "You didn't bring the street rat, did you?"
A combination of his outfit choice and the nickname of one Cassiopeia Bronte made her giggle infectiously. Indistinctively, Noá put one hand on Dean's arm as she spoke directly to him. "You mean Cassie." Her free hand then gestured to Dean, whom she proudly displayed as her date. "No, I didn't bring her. This is Dean. Dean Finnigan." Noá lowered the free hand to her hair to tuck some of her pretty caramel colored hair curls behind her mask.
Post by ROSE WEASLEY on Jul 19, 2024 21:05:13 GMT -5
Rose’s eyes snapped up from the floor when she heard a yes. While it was followed by a short coughing fit, it was still a good start. It was surprising how much one simple word could elevate her spirits. His first yes was quickly followed by another, this one more clear and enthusiastic at the prospect of dancing with her, causing her heart rate to accelerate. Tingles ran up her arm as he took her hand, and she hoped more than ever that he could not feel how sweaty her palms were from nerves. She flashed him a shy smile and quickly placed her nearly empty drink next to his, before following him towards the dance floor.
She was about to interject into his spiel, telling him not to worry - she was no professional dancer after all - when he was interrupted by someone calling his name. Her gaze shifted to the source of the sound at the same time as him, both pausing in their procession. She couldn’t fully recognize the person who had spoken, particularly with the mask, but she did spot Sofia trailing not far behind, distinguishable by her voice calling after the girl. It didn’t take long for the girl, Danielle it seemed was her name, to identify herself as Sofia’s sister, blaming Don for something or other.
Rose looked at him confused, wondering what he had done to get her so angry. Had he played some prank on her that had gone wrong? She had thought the two Slytherins were friends, and so couldn’t understand when, or how, that had changed.
“Parading your… girlfriend about.”
Rose almost had to do a double take before realizing Danielle was speaking about her. Girlfriend? Her and Don? Had he been telling people she was his girlfriend? Her face went from confused to shocked, eyes wide, mouth agape, cheeks burning as she suddenly felt everyone’s eyes on her.
Before she, or Don, could say even a word to explain the misunderstanding, Danielle threw her drink in Don’s face, causing Rose to jump backwards a bit, away from the splash. It was only when Don slid his hand out of hers to wipe his face did she realize they had still been holding hands the whole time. That definitely would not help in their defense.
"And, just in case you think I've forgotten the girl."
Her quick reflexes did not help her the second time, Sofia’s drink catching her square in the chest, the liquid dripping down her dress. Rose blinked in shock, momentarily frozen, not knowing what to say or do. In normal circumstances, such an action would send Rose into a fury. She was not typically one to back down from a fight, particularly when she was being accused of something she didn’t even fully understand. However, this was not a normal day for the 13 year old.
There she was, standing in the middle of a grandiose hall, surrounded by a crowd of people, next to a boy that she maybe-sorta-kinda liked, wearing a fancy and uncomfortable dress. This was uncharted territory, and Rose was frightened and humiliated. She had never felt so embarrassed in her entire life; and so Rose did the only thing she could think of at that moment: she ran.
Not even daring to look back, averting her eyes from anyone she passed in the hopes nobody would see her or recognize her, she bolted back the way she entered into the large hall, finding herself back at the manor entrance. The area was still filled with people, too many people for her liking, and so, like a wounded animal, her eyes darted around looking for an escape. Noticing a semi-open door just a few paces down, she sprinted towards it, quickly closing the door behind her as she finally found herself alone.
She seemed to have found some small sitting room, or perhaps a living room, she wasn’t too sure. All that mattered to her was that it was empty, and as soon as she realized that fact, it was like all her walls broke down. Sliding down the door behind her, she crumpled to the ground, tears streaming down her face as sobs wracked her body.
Post by MAGNUS BHAER on Jul 20, 2024 2:59:48 GMT -5
The man smiled politely at him and his request, though Magnus did not believe the smile reached his eyes at all. Perhaps Arthur was only irked in that he had been interrupted during what could have been an attempt at courtship, though instinct told Magnus that there was more at work here than that. There was incredible danger, else there would be no melody persistently emitting from a Horned Serpent wand.
"And hello to you, ...sir?" An attempt at an introduction - one that Magnus would not provide, "sir is fine," he responded rather shamelessly, feeling a gloved hand slip into his. He curled a thumb over the back of it, taking it gently. He was thankful she had not reacted in alarm at his appearance, and nor had she refused him - she was sharp, and it was very likely she was heeding her wands warning. Arthur Wattle did not take long to dismiss himself, though not before Magnus inhaled deeply, nose scrunching underneath his mask: wet dog... A pet, perhaps.
At Wattle's mention of the sound coming from the folds of her dress, Magnus felt her fingers tighten in his hand; an apprehensive response to his notice, though she remained poised otherwise, practiced in masking her expressions. This was not at all too unusual in high society - where social grace was considered the most important aspect of these gatherings. Too often he had witnessed faux smiles and laughs shared in circles, as well as barely veiled remarks about dress and appearances... It was no wonder, then, that this woman was able to keep such composure, even excusing the noise quite naturally and strategically. Magnus watched him go, head turning slowly to observe his movement through the milling crowd. He would remember the mask and the dress robes - but for now, he would maintain appearances so as to not cause needless concern - the melody had ceased, so it seemed the young woman was safe and the danger had passed.
Magnus watched the back of Arthurs head for several seconds, before he suddenly lost line of sight as he moved toward the back of the room, weaving through the many masked aristocrats. The temptation to pursue was strong - but the cautious thought that the silver-masked man may double-back kept him in place. A suitor might have remained, lingering on the outskirts, waiting for another chance at the womans hand - this one, however, seemed more interested to create space following an invasion. It did not play like a simple, innocent encounter. He heard the music shift to the next song, feeling the soft touch at his shoulder. Magnus began to lead automatically, slipping a hand around her waist to the small of her back where it rested lightly. His eyes remained on the crowd - searching, searching - head still turned slightly to the left, not immediately paying attention to the woman before him as they danced - feet moving in tandem.
Her shuddering breath brought him back, observation shifting as he momentarily gave up scanning the crowd. Wattle had gotten away - for now. He would have questions, and certainly he would be checking Ministry files for current and past employees. "I am going to stay for the dance," He informed her quietly, feeling it rather unnecessary to speak loudly with so many other dancers nearby, "he may return." It was his prime concern, so he would hold fast for a short while. He stole a glance down at her - she could not have been more than eighteen - though it was difficult to discern much else under her guise. "Are you alright?" He asked then, her eyes almost vacant behind her mask as she stared at his chest, "it has been a while since I heard the warning song of a Horned Serpent Horn wand."
Post by ELLA LILLY BURKE on Jul 20, 2024 21:01:47 GMT -5
Ella giggled as Ezra circled her to look at her outfit from all angles, doing little poses as he went as if she was a fashion model trying to best show off her look. Her cheeks pinkened a bit at the attention, but it was nice to be silly for a moment, even in such a grandiose setting. “Thank you, thank you.” She gave a little curtsy as he finally returned to face her, her one free hand holding out one side of her dress.
She made a disapproving face as he commented on the colour supporting their rival house. “Oh, come now. We have many friends in Slytherin. My brother and cousin are in that house!” She defended, not that she really had to, as she knew he was only kidding. “And I don’t see you sporting any Gryffindor colours either. Where is your house spirit?” She raised her eyebrows pointedly, as if challenging him to explain his own attire that evening.
The absence of Blaise so far was unfortunate, but Ezra was right. With all the masks, it was hard to identify everyone, and so he very well could have been somewhere in the crowd with his mother and the two wouldn’t have been the wiser. She shrugged, “Possibly. Do you want to walk around, see if maybe we can find him?” Ella was also hoping they would find some of their other friends in the process, or at the very least she could immerse herself more into the festivities. It wasn’t every day a girl got invited to a masquerade ball, and she wanted to make the most of it.
TAGGED: EZRA WEASLEY Notes: Ella's dress and mask. recognizable to those who know her.