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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 9:56 pm
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  `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••._.• Fιϝƚԋ Yҽαɾ Hυϝϝʅҽρυϝϝ Pɾҽϝҽƈƚ •._.••`¯´´•.¸¸.•` Lyall almost hadn't heard about the dance, but Tori's excited flailings quickly alerted him to an event. Honestly, he'd have been content to curl in an armchair with a big, cozy jumper and a book, but Rider asked him to go. Him! She'd told him the colors she was wearing, and he managed to acquire a suit to match. He'd even gotten his mum's help getting new glasses. A mask AND new glasses! He'd be so hard to spot! When he was all dressed and perfectly coiffed, the teen wandered toward the Great Hall. When he walked in, he was greeted by everyone looking all fancy, but he couldn't tell them apart. Oh, dear. What if he couldn't find Rider?! I ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ sᴏ вιg αη∂ ℓσυ∂, I ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ sᴏ ʜɪɢʜ I тσυcнє∂ тнє cℓσυ∂ѕ I sᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, ᴡᴇ ∂αηcє∂ ωιтн мσηѕтєяѕ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ I'ᴍ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ℓσσк вαcк, I'ᴍ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ gινє ιт υρ Nᴏ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ! Tʜɪs ɪs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ вєѕт ∂αу σƒ му ℓιƒє! {OoC} |
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 10:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 10:29 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 10:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 10:51 pm
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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ✖ ṿïølαṉτε lïllαṉτïṉε ✖ Looking Handsome at the Dance Floor with Vio xxxғeelιngxxx Excited xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ This is going to be awesome. ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
ÿøυ ģøττα ƒ ε ε l с ø υ ɾ α ģ ε ; εṃвɾαсε ρ ø ṡ ṡ ε ṡ ṡ ï ø ṉ ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxxxxxxxx
ïƒ ïτ ώαṡ ε α ṡ ï ε ɾ τø ṡhαττεɾ ε ṿ ε ɾ ÿ τ h ï ṉ ģ τhατ εṿεɾ ṃ ατ τ ε ɾ ε ḋ ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxxxxx
вυτ ïτ'ṡ ṉøτ , вεсαυṡε ïτ'ṡ ÿøυɾ ø в ṡ ε ṡ ṡ ï ø ṉ ; вε α ƒïģhτεɾ, вαсќвøṉε, ḋεṡïɾε ✫ ✫ ✫xxxxxx
с ø ṃ ρ l ï с α τ ε ḋ αṉḋ ïτ ṡ τ ï ṉ ģ ṡ , вυτ ώε вøτh ќṉøώ ώ h α τ ï τ ṃ ε α ṉ ṡ ✫ ✫ ✫xxx
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spaceIvy felt the tap on her shoulder, and in the process of trying to spin and see who it was, managed to stumble a bit, falling into the person who'd tapped her. Shouldn't have worn heels, she thought in annoyance. It'd been a nice thought, that with a few extra inches maybe she could manage to properly snog her girlfriend, but the theory was apparently a lot more sound than the actual implementation. She hastily righted herself, blushing furiously, a small glare on her face. "Ugh, I am so sorry! I-" Her rant/apology was cut short when she realized that the person who'd tapped her was Vio. She figured it was a pretty safe bet, anyway. Tall, very pretty, blonde, and all. Plus she didn't know of any other tall, pretty blonde girls who'd have a reason for tapping her on her shoulder.
spaceThe glare melted away into a smile, eyes brightening. "Vio! Hey!" She looked the other girl up and down, not even subtly, then whistled. "Wow. So, uh, probably going to say this several times, but, you look gorgeous," she told her girlfriend, the embarrassment from falling into her fading, but her cheeks remained pink in the face of how good Vio looked. Damn, her girlfriend was hot. She'd almost said that as opposed to calling her gorgeous, but figured that, in light of the event, she could make an effort to be classy, wolf-whistle aside. She tipped her hat, rather dramatically, and smirked. "So, uh, I wanna ask you to dance, but I'm going to be honest, I've got no idea what I'm doing, and I'm in heels, which in retrospect was not the best idea. We can go for it if you're brave enough, but you'll have to lead and I can make no promises that I won't accidentally step on your toes. I'll try really, really hard not to, though."
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xxx✫ ✫ ✫ ṉøώ ṿ ï с τ ø ɾ ÿ ïṡ αll ÿøυ ṉ ε ε ḋ ṡø сυlτïṿατε αṉḋ ρ l α ṉ τ τ h ε ṡ ε ε ḋ
xxxxxx✫ ✫ ✫ hølḋ ÿøυɾ в ɾ ε α τ h αṉḋ с ø υ ṉ τ τø τεṉ, јυṡτ с ø υ ṉ τ τ ø τ ε ṉ , јυṡτ с ø υ ṉ τ τ ø τ ε ṉ
xxxxxxxxx✫ ✫ ✫ ï'ṃ ģøṉṉα ṃ α ќ ε ï τ ɾ α ï ṉ ṡø ɾïṉģ τhε вεll; ï ќ ṉ ø ώ ï τ αll τøø ώ ε l l
xxxxxxxxxxxx✫ ✫ ✫ ṡ ώ ï τ с h в l α ḋ ε øṉ τhε εḋģε øƒ ÿøυɾ ώ ɾ ï ṡ τ , сαṉ ï ģετ α ώ ï τ ṉ ε ṡ ṡ ?
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 10:56 pm
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♜ Eugene "Jean" Windsor ♜ ✖ Ravenclaw ✖ Seventh Year ✖ Half-Blood ✖ Dating Cathaline League ✖
-✖- So we can take the world back from the heart-attacked -✖-
-✖- One maniac at a time, we will take it back -✖-
Jean had been spending hours trying to make sure he looked okay and if his clothes are nicely done, but then that may be a hyperbole. The artistic side of him kept telling him that a plain suit and all was quite boring as well as un-creative. He agreed with his artistic side of his, though, that was why he was going for a steampunk vibe [And he was going to blame Panic! At the Disco and that music video for that]. He even made the mask and put his old goggles back when he was the House Team's Keeper into good use. Right now, the goggles were around his neck since he felt like wearing it on top of his head was like putting his pair of glasses on top of his head while wearing another pair of glasses for his eyes. But... well, putting it around the neck was pretty much the same thing, right? Oh well. He found his ear piercings quite simple and nice as well, even though he had a slight feeling his dad was silently judging or probably concerned about him for but not speaking a word about it. Maybe Jean had to tell his dad that he didn't have to be worried about his son since he turned eighteen two days before Valentines.
He was just walking around slowly, as if he was waiting for someone he knew to appear. That person could be either Elijah or Cathy, he realized that Eli didn't talk to Cathy anymore and he still couldn't figure out why. Jean hadn't asked him about it, either. But then, the young Scot might be thinking alot when he shouldn't be doing that right now. Anyway, he knew that those two specific people (maybe including Dani?) would notice him right away anyway... But that was just his gut feeling. Right now, he could notice some anonymous two girls probably younger looking at him, and then they were like... giggling at each other? About what? About his outfit? Jean pretended that he didn't see that coming, because he felt that was quite embarrassing. If it was because they think he's cool, it might not be that reason because he didn't see himself being a good-looking guy.
-✖- You know, time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start -✖-
-✖- So dance alone to the beat of your heart -✖-
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out?
I'm gonna change you like a remix, then I'll raise you like a phoenix
Wearing our vintage misery, no, I think it looked a little better on me
I'm gonna change you like a remix, then I'll raise you like a phoenix
 
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 11:02 pm
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`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••._.• Fιϝƚԋ Yҽαɾ Hυϝϝʅҽρυϝϝ Pɾҽϝҽƈƚ •._.••`¯´´•.¸¸.•` Lyall grinned goofily when Rider lifted her mask a bit, proving it was indeed her. She looked so precious! The girl mentioned her dress, and Lyall nodded excitedly. "You do indeed look very nice! Very pink! I like it a lot!" He smiled brightly, then adjusted his glasses. They were hard to wear over the mask, but he'd make do. "I had help from mum. She got my glasses, then sent me this fancy suit. Tori made it fit a bit better, then picked a shirt." He nodded again, still smiling like a silly child. I ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ sᴏ вιg αη∂ ℓσυ∂, I ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ sᴏ ʜɪɢʜ I тσυcнє∂ тнє cℓσυ∂ѕ I sᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, ᴡᴇ ∂αηcє∂ ωιтн мσηѕтєяѕ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ I'ᴍ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ℓσσк вαcк, I'ᴍ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ gινє ιт υρ Nᴏ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ! Tʜɪs ɪs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ вєѕт ∂αу σƒ му ℓιƒє! {OoC} |
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 11:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 11:13 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 11:20 pm
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`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••._.• Fιϝƚԋ Yҽαɾ Hυϝϝʅҽρυϝϝ Pɾҽϝҽƈƚ •._.••`¯´´•.¸¸.•` Lyall smiled at Rider, his expression turning thoughtful when she asked to dance. "I would love to dance, dear Rider! We can see your pretty dress under the fancy lights! Plus, I'm sure you're a very good dancer!" He nodded, then gently took the girl's hand. He led her to the dancefloor, then put a hand on her waist, the other still holding her hand. "What kind of dance do you want to do?" He knew most of the traditional dances, unless there was a weird wizarding dance... oh no! What if there was?! He'd look so foolish! I ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ sᴏ вιg αη∂ ℓσυ∂, I ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ sᴏ ʜɪɢʜ I тσυcнє∂ тнє cℓσυ∂ѕ I sᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, ᴡᴇ ∂αηcє∂ ωιтн мσηѕтєяѕ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ I'ᴍ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ℓσσк вαcк, I'ᴍ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ gινє ιт υρ Nᴏ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ! Tʜɪs ɪs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ вєѕт ∂αу σƒ му ℓιƒє! {OoC} |
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 11:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 11:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 11:38 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2015 12:43 am
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