Great Hall
The Great Hall certainly seems to be the heart of
Hogwarts, as every day the four houses of Hogwarts and professors alike join
together in this magnificent corridor.
Even the elitist wizard or witch would be bedazzled by the sheer
brilliance of this hall.
The room seems to be lit by an endless number of candles
floating atop the five tables set up here.
Four of the tables are evenly placed beside each other, measuring at
least a hundred meters each. These
polished tables seem to possess an endless number of golden goblets and
platters, which are empty at the moment, but rest assured; any decent magical
institution would fill them with many eats as breakfast, lunch, and dinner each
roll around. The walls adjacent with the
four tables are decorated with elaborately ornamented flags of the four houses:
Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and
Slytherin. Of course, seated at these
four tables would be the students of these houses.
At the front of the room is another table, identical to
the other tables in the room except for the fact that the professors at
Hogwarts dine there. Above that table is
the crest of Hogwarts, proudly displayed in all its glory. The occasional suit of armor is placed around
the room, as well as a few framed pictures, but it's not like the room really
needs to be decorated by things such as those.
Above the tabletops is a magnificent ceiling, if it's a
ceiling at all. It seems to be the
starry sky itself; the ceiling stretches upward so
high, it certainly is hard to tell if there's a rooftop covering the room or
not. Although someone who has been
reading his or her books about Hogwarts would tell you it's bewitched to look
like the sky outside. Nevertheless, the
room as a whole certainly is a breath-taking place.
Ah, fresh air did her wonders. Or at least that's the
appearance when Cho had returned into the hall just a little while ago. She
went right over to the refreshments, smiling at Harry, poured herself a new
drink. She plans to finish it before she starts to do anything else, like
asking anyone to dance, or reinitiating open offers she left open when she
stepped outside. (Since I still haven't figured out how to make my desc perfect, here's the basic.) She's dressed up in
brilliant blue dress robes, bronze and gem encrested
combs holding her hair up in an elaborate style (which she fixed a bit while
she was out of the Hall). For now, she's stopped glancing towards the doors,
apparently given up with the looking thing. It was starting to get old after
all.
Harry slinked himself over to a table with some
refreshments while Cho excused herself for a bit. He nearly chokes on his glass
of juice as Miss Chang returns and she smiles his way. What a night! How'd he
get so lucky this evening?
It's always just when they give up searching that
whatever the person happens to be looking for ends up arriving or being found.
He arrives with Aranea on his arm; it should be fairly obvious what he's doing,
too. Draco leads the seventh year Slytherin into the Great Hall, and he isn't
about to drop the act of courting, either, maneuvering his arm in order to take
his evening date's hand with one skillful, perfected motion (And this is
because he was probably forced to do it, over and over again, just so he
wouldn't embarrass his father in any social gatherings due to lack of manners,
etc. Sigh.). "Care to dance? Or shall I get you something to drink?"
Neville is hiding against some discreet corner of the
hall. He's feeling rather miserable because he never worked up his courage to
ask Ginny to the Yule ball after overhearing that one conversation once.
"...." So he just hovers there in the background, trying not to be
conspicuous - which probably makes it conspicuous in and of itself. ;o; He has
over the course of the ball, finally worked up the courage to get himself a
drink and now holds it closely, in fear that he might accidentally like... drop
it.
Aranea immediately scans the room to see who's there as
she enters with Draco. One Mr. Longbottom, how delightful, even better, there's
Mr. Potter. Hmmm. This might be interesting indeed.
However the main individual she is supposed to be keeping an eye on is still
nowhere in sight. Draco, your father would be proud at the display of good
manners. "Something to drink first, please?"
That is so true. So very true.
Just like of you /do/ keep looking, when you find it,
it's the last place you looked! (Of course, that's because you stop looking
once you find it, but /still/.) Cho continues to sip on her glass of pumpkin
juice and speaks friendly to a Ravenclaw who happens to be nearby and talking
to her, thus, her eyes do not happen to see young Mr. Malfoy, or his date, or
any approach they might make. (Did that sound funny to anyone else?)
Harry offers a wave in Neville's direction. Don't be such
a wallflower. (Like he's one to talk.) Finishing his
drink, he was hoping Cho would come back over this way, until he sees she's
speaking with a housemate. Hrm. He gets up from his
seat and walks over to Neville. "Hey, enjoy.."
And he cuts off there as he happens to catch a glance at the door where Malfoy
enters.. with an.. older student. Well, there goes the evening.
With a nod, a polite bow of sorts, acknowledging the
request, he departs from Aranea's side, the tails of his dress robes fluttering
momentarily behind him at the movement. Then, he heads over towards the drink
stand, the icy blue eyes scanning over the crowd for Cho, but instead, they
fall onto Harry, a rather malicious smile just slipping into place. He purposely
detours, making it seem as though the crowd were in his way, towards the young
Potter, ensuring that he has a chance to pass by. Draco would never give up an
opportunity to drop a few snide comments if the chance to do so arises. Slowing
down his pace to walk by, he calls a little over the music. "Looks like
there wasn't anyone who was female that you could bribe into taking to the Ball
this time, eh, Potter? I never would have dreamed that you'd become so desperate
that you'd invite Longbottom to be your date, even Weasley might of been a
better choice." >D
OOC Insert: Harry says, "I hate you Malfoy."
Neville can guess what Harry is going to say, and was
going to reply, that is until he sees what Harry is looking at... Uh. Oh. Malfoy. It was probably too
much to hope that Malfoy wouldn't show up. His knees do a little knocking of
their own accord. He knows that he should stand up to Malfoy, but Slytherins in
general terrify him. Then at Malfoy's words.... Neville's jaw drops and he
grows pale. And yep... the poor glass of pumpkin juice drops from his now
nerveless hands. Draco did NOT intimate what he THOUGHT he heard.
OOC Insert: Neville says, "I really hate you Malfoy
^^;"
OOC Insert: Draco says, "I hate me, too. *.* I'm so
wonderful. *.*"
Aranea is more than happy to let Malfoy go about his
merry little way. She moves herself further into the room, finding a nice place
to stand unobtrusive while she observes for now. She's too far away to hear
what was just said, but judging by the dropped glass and the jaw dropping
reaction of Neville.. it was
something deliciously mean, and unwarranted.
Prof Major enters the hall, dressed for the
occasion. His robes are of a dark bottle
green velvet, perfectly matching his eyes, and highlighting his hair, which is
worn down, not tethered in it's usual clasp. Silver
scrollwork adorns his robes, and what he wears or carries underneath remains
hidden. He has an easy smile on his
face, and greets the students he passes as he walks through the hall. His eyes rest on Harry, and he smiles,
tossing in a wink, then he continues on his rounds as Chaperone, pausing at the
beverage table to pour a goblet of hot cider for himself. He sips long from the goblet as he looks
around the room, eyes surveying everything going on in his vicinity.
/Baaaaaad/ Draco. Bad! But Cho
is too far away to see him, much less hear what he has to say as he passes by
Harry. She continues to speak to the Ravenclaw student nearby, and is joined by
about two or three others. See what being socialable
gets you? She should have remained distant and sulky all night so she didn't
have to do all this conversing. She's almost finished with her drink though, so
soon she will find some way to disengage from the polite conversation.
Harry groans inwardly as Malfoy approaches. Luckily he
was steeling himself for some nasty comment, however THAT he wasn't expecting.
"Eat dung Malfoy." He's not about to tell the blonde git that his date has yet to arrive. Then again, if she
were here, it would just give Malfoy more ammunition to see Harry with Ginny.
Oh look, his godfather arrived! "Oh Professor Major! Over here!" Yes,
he's not about to say anything else to Malfoy otherwise they end up in another
fistfight, time to call on the professor.
He takes a step back, the glass shattering upon the floor
just a few inches away, the pumpkin juice, as it splatters all over the floor,
just narrowly missing his shoes. It only causes Draco's smile to grow even
wider. Forget about you, Potter, he's found a new victim of his taunting.
"With a date as clumsy as you, Longbottom, it's no wonder that Potter
hasn't asked you to dance. You'd probably end up dropping him, too." ^.^ Oh, he's so witty, but he doesn't like the fact that a
Professor is being called over, nor is he stupid enough to stick around, so the
blonde-haired Slytherin might as well ship off. He steps around the spill and
the broken glass, getting back to what he was originally planning, before,
swiftly heading to the drink stand to fetch a drink for himself and Aranea.
Neville really isn't quite like Harry at all, and his
response to Malfoy is quite a difference from Harry's. He turns from completely
pale to an embarrassed red, trembling for head to foot like some bit of
quivering oversized jello. His lower lip, most
visibly quavers. Tears begin to well up in his eyes and then, almost
predictably he stumbles past Malfoy and breaks into a run, hitching up his
robes like a girl might with a long skirt and flees the Great Hall. Boy...
would his gran really be disappointed in him.
Aranea is VERY curious now as to what is going on over
there. Especially after Longbottom takes flight.
Arching an eyebrow she crosses over towards Malfoy, meeting him halfway most
likely. "What on earth did you say to them?" Oh this might even make
the paper.. if she's feeling
incredibly cruel enough.
Prof Major smiles wider as Harry calls him over, and
after refilling his goblet, and
muttering a soft incantation over it, walks with sweeping grace toward The Boy
that ... well.. you know the rest.. He nods to those greeting him and wishing him
happy holidays as he passes until he reaches Harry. "Good evening Harry. Enjoying the Ball
so far I assume?" he says with a twinkle in his eyes. He sips at his goblet again, waiting for
Harry's answer.
The breaking glass drew some of her friends attention,
but Cho's trying desperately to get away from the conversation, so she doesn't
even look before she says, "I'm finished drinking. I think I'm going to go
dance with--" This is when she turned around and happens to see a very distinctive
white head of hair in the crowd. "Draco?" She finishes, though /not/
what she was intending to say, honest! The Ravenclaw girls all /look/ at each
other, as Cho puts down her glass and starts off through the crowd towards the
Slytherin Seeker. And boy does the whispering start as soon as she's out of
earshot.
Harry eye twitches as Malfoy continues talking.
"He's not my.." Then Neville takes off
crying. Just give Harry another reason to hold back from slugging you right
here and now. (Oh wait more points and detention.) Better swallow those nasty
comments and stay far away from Draco the rest of the evening. Thankfully Major comes over just in time.
"... Well I was." A scathing glance is shot towards Malfoy, then.. another indescribably irritated
look replaces that as Cho heads for the Slytherin git.
Aranea does indeed meet him halfway; her question causes
another nasty smile to come to his lips. "Looks like Potter has decided that he's sick of female attention and took
Neville Longbottom to the ball, instead. Big mistake, though. Longbottom's so clumsy that if you put him in a room made
of rubber, he'd still probably be able to break something. Potter doesn't want
to dance with him, probably because he'd get dropped just like that glass.
Apparently, the truth hurt so much, however, that Longbottom ran away to cry
about it." Just then, just as he's finished telling the tale to Aranea in
a rather pleasant tone, that's when he spots Cho making her way towards him.
Draco's sneer immediate gets wiped off his face and winds up replaced with kind
of smile, but not quite. He slips a hand beneath his robes and reaches into the
vest pocket beneath, removing a sheet of neatly folded parchment, then tucks it
into his palm. This isn't anybody else's business, after all. He's got what you
asked for, as promised, Cho. Tee hee. n.n
Aranea chuckles as Draco tells her what just transpired.
"That was quite unprovoked, cruel, not to mention a low blow. I approve."
Naturally. An eyebrow arches delicately as the sneer
removes itself from Malfoy's face, she turns to see the source. Oh what have we
here? For now, she quiets herself and just watches what may happen.
Prof Major follows Harry's gaze and look of ill will
towards Draco, and he cocks an eyebrow slowly, "Ah... the Malfoy
...child..." he says in the same tone Snape uses
when addressing Harry, like it leaves a bitter taste in one's mouth to say the
name. He then looks to Harry, "How
have you been doing? I don't know if you
have heard yet or not, but I will be teaching a new subject next
semester..." he says with a small grin, then sips at his goblet again. He
glances down at the mess of glass and punch near his
feet, pulls out his wand, and casually utters a charm cleaning up the mess, and
returning the repaired cup to the table.
The fact that she happens to miss most of Draco's worst
displays, means that Cho has no real reason to /not/ give the fellow Seeker a
friendly and polite smile. He did do her a favor after all. (That's not what a
certain group of Ravenclaws are whispering though.)
She also gives a polite smile to his date, who she'd heard about already; if
not sure she's met. Pretty sure she hasn't. Not many friends in Slytherin after
all. "Good evening, Draco." She says pleasantly, politely nodding her
head towards both of them. Just saying hello to a fellow
Seeker. Nothing to see here! Move along!
Harry tears his gaze away from the walking eyesore. "Yeah. Alright.. I guess.. I can only get rid of these headaches temporarily."
The dull thud he's actually getting used to. "It's just a mild one.. if it worsens I promise I'll
tell someone immediately." That added quickly before he can get a
reprimand or something. "Hermione's back from
He's so happy that his date approves of the previously
displayed nastiness. It'd give him a boost of confidence if it wasn't so high,
already. He nods his head a bit to Cho, and then makes a gesture towards her
for Aranea's benefit. "Aranea, this is Cho Chang. She's the Ravenclaw
seeker." A bit of a pause, and then, he reverses the introduction for Cho.
"Cho, this is Aranea Thomlinson. She's a seventh
year student of the Slytherin house." And his date for the Yule Ball, but
that much should be obvious, otherwise, why else would she be with Draco, other
then to converse with him for a moment or congratulate him for sending
Longbottom out of the room in tears. He takes the neatly-folded parchment from
his hand and holds it up between two fingers, the writing on the outside
looking as though it were some sort of love letter, addressed to the Ravenclaw
from a nameless Slytherin. He even went as far as to getting someone else to
write on the outside for him, just to make it all the more convincing, but she
should know that the contents certainly aren't that. "I was asked to give
this to you." His smile widens a itty-bitty bit.
"I promised I would tonight, though I may be a little late, so."
Aranea flashes what could only be described as a tolerant
smile. She's not pleasant by any means, unless she has reason. For the moment,
she doesn't. After the introductions are made by Draco, she nods, "Nice to
meet you." Or is it? Her tone of voice is neutral at best. If you want
friendly, go talk to a Hufflepuff. As the paper is
passed from Draco to Cho, she tries to get a glance of what it could possibly
contain. Unfortunately, it's well concealed.
Prof Major keeps a casual eye on Draco, and whom he is
talking to, he does not recall seeing his date before, but then, who wants to
memorize the Slytherin Spawn? He looks
fully at Harry, and claps his hands together softly, grinning wide as he says
softly, "The Study of Muggle Artifacts..."
he whispers. "Interesting,
eh?" he says with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I know it is an elective, so I am not
expecting HUGE numbers of students. I
wonder if Hermione will sign up..." he muses.
When she said be subtle, that /isn't/ what she meant. But
then again, she's not very good at it herself or she wouldn't have just walked
up to him in the middle of the crowds. Cho stares at the letter, and then
glances towards Draco. When he said he would think of some way to work it in,
she was expecting... well... not that! No doubt gossip is going to build thanks
to this little thing. x.x
Sigh. After a moment, she reaches forward and takes it, putting it into the
folds of her dress robe somewhere. "Thank you, Draco." She turns her
eyes on Aranea, not disappointed of the fact that she's not anything above
neutral, "Nice to meet you, Aranea."
Harry pointedly does not look over in Malfoy's direction.
"Oh that should be interesting! Naah, Hermione
dropped it after her third year. I'm glad Professor Dumbledore found another
position for you here." No one wants to memorize who each of the Slytherin
are. Certainly not him.
Well. How else was he supposed to go passing around
notes? 'Here, this is from the teacher.' But the writing obviously belongs to
him, so that wouldn't work. Plus, he didn't exactly want anyone to see, so he
did the first thing that he could think of that would be sufficient: disguising
it as a love letter. After all, Cho is a fairly attractive girl, so surely she
must be accustomed to them, which is why it was so perfect. Draco folded it up
the parchment all nice and neatly, even got a friend to sign it for him,
although there was a bit of eyebrow raising because of it, some of the
Slytherins starting rumors amongst themselves of a possible wild love affair. Bleh. He
went through all that trouble. "I was just about to get a drink for
Aranea." A pause for effect. "However, would
you like to dance, afterwards? If it's alright with Aranea,
of course. There are a few other things I'm supposed to say on behalf of
the letter."
Malfoy has friends? Aren't they more like cronies? Aranea
slips her hands behind her, clasping them at the small of her back. "I
don't mind at all, as long as I get the first dance that is." Then hopefully
she can flee to the sidelines lest she make herself ill with this charade.
Prof Major looks around a bit
keeping an eye on the students, he IS a chaperone tonight after all, then leans
forward to whisper something to Harry, and stands upright again, taking a sip
from his goblet.
He could have always palmed it to her! Sigh. The damage
is done, and she'll just have to make sure no more damage is-- What? Cho
blinks. She is just about to say no, but then he adds that last bit. More to it? More that he couldn't put /in/ the letter? Well,
did she really expect that Draco wouldn't want something in return? And a dance
really can't hurt anyone, so it fits the arrangement. She nods after a moment,
"All right. But you two should dance first." She'll try to stamp out
some of these rumors among the Ravenclaws before they
spread.
Harry exhales a breath of air noisily and forcefully
enough to blow upwards at his bangs. At Sirius's question, he shrugs a bit.
"Dunno.. she hasn't shown up yet." Which is a
bit surprising given that it's Ginny. "Ron doesn't even know where
she's at." Maybe he should just slink out for some air or something soon.
That's not a problem at all, leading Aranea in his first
dance of the evening, he isn't going to complain. Instead, he gives Cho what
could almost be a friendly smile, but certainly isn't, considering that it IS
Draco and he just don't smile in a friendly fashion. He slips over to the drink
stand and retrieves a glass, the group of Ravenclaw girls shuffling off to the
side with a few giggles and whispers, which he ignores. As fun as rumors and
gossip are, he's supposed to be acting like a gentleman *HACKCOUGH*, so when he
pours a glass of pumpkin juice, he immediately returns to Aranea's side. And he
will certainly wait patiently until she's finished it.
Aranea can only begin to guess and speculate over what's
being whispered and giggled about. In her *cough* younger days, she was always
eavesdropping then adding more fuel to any rumors. Hrm, that's no different than
how she is today. Go figure. When Malfoy returns with a glass of juice, she
flashes him a smile, "Thank you." Not wanting to be piggish, but also
not wanting to stand around for too much longer, she drinks the juice as
quickly as can be done while still appearing ladylike.
Prof Major gives Harry a sly smile, then says to him in a
low tone, meant only for him, "Women, they like to make you wait..."
he says with a resolved tone of voice. He then looks around the dance floor for
several minutes, seeing what the students in his area are up too. So far everyone seems to be behaving
themselves. He watches Malfoy closely as he approaches the punch bowl, and
makes sure nothing goes INTO the bowl while he is there. Once Malfoy leaves the table area, he nods and
smiles to Madame Hooch as she passes.
"Good Yule to you Professor," he smiles in his most winning of
ways.
Chug chug chug!
Harry rolls his eyes, "This waiting business is
ridiculous if you ask me." Girls.. still from another planet. "Where's the point in making
a person wait? Did mum do this to dad?" Or does he even want to know? As
Madam Hooch passes, he nods to her politely. He raises a hand to rub at his
forehead, more out of habit and irritation than anything.
It's not in his style to 'spike the punch'. That's
something someone without a proper heritage would do. In other words, he knows
better than to do something like that, but obviously he doesn't know enough
about what's right and wrong, since Draco insists on being a nasty arse to certain
individuals, even without being provoked to do so. With Aranea finished her
drink, he takes the glass back and sets it down with the others which have been
used, returning to her for the second time to reach for her hand.
"Ready?" It's time to dance, of course! n.n
Aranea hands her glass over to Draco when she's finished
with it. Once again, she waits patiently for his return. Thankfully, she's not
kept waiting for more than a few seconds. As Draco takes her hand, she has the
good grace to flash him a small smile, "I'm ready, lead the way." Not
that there is any doubt that he'll do so.
Prof Major gives Harry a smile and a look that perhaps
answers his question in the positive.
Kane inhales long, and lets out a longer sigh as he looks around the room. He seems lost in thought, memories perhaps as
he surveys the students dancing, laughing, giggling to themselves. He goes to sip from his goblet, and finding
it empty, he frowns slightly. Looking
down at Harry, he says, "Shall we go for something to drink, or nibble on
while you wait for your partner?" he asks in a quiet tone. He notices
Harry rubbing his scar, and he knits his eyebrows in concern. "Is your scar bothering you?" he
asks in a worried tone.
Harry drops his hand to his side. "That sounds
good." Major's expression in regards to his question about his mum and dad
suffices. He's not going to ask about anything else in regards to his late
parents tonight. There's enough going on to sent his
spirits straight down into the doldrums as it is. ".. Just
a headache."
Of course there shouldn't be any doubt that Draco would
lead the way, as most real men should. Ha ha, Potter.
Perhaps you should ask him for some lessons so that you don't wind up tripping
all over your two left feet, or being lead about by your partner like the woman
you are. n.n He escorts
Aranea out onto the dance floor, takes her in his arms and... proceeds with the dancing, guiding her about the floor with
ease and skill. Of course, this has all been pushed into his head, too, by his
father to ensure that he doesn't make a fool out of the man at social
gatherings. Whoop-de-doo.
But it's such good training. Aranea hasn't any /real/
complaints at the moment given that she's gotten her own self into this mess.
"You dance quite well Draco." Well that was a pitiful start for small
talk with the young man. "Might I ask what that was about with that girl
earlier?" If you don't wish to divulge any information, well that's fine.
She supposes.
Prof Major follows Harry to the food tables, loaded down
of course with the most delicious of treats. He refills his goblet with the hot
cider, and then once again repeats the same incantation over it before taking a
sip. He glances down at Harry giving him
an inquisitive look, and as a reply gives him a sly grin that can only come
from a Marauder, and offers him a plate of cookies shaped like Snitches,
"Cookie Harry?" he offers after taking a couple for himself.
Among the throngs of Ravenclaws,
Cho is attempting to disarm as many of the whispers as she can. With out much effect. For one, they ask what the note
/really/ is if not a love letter, and she changes the subject; they ask to see
it, and she changes the subject. And then one nearby Slytherin goes as far as
to whisper not far enough away not to be heard about how Cho seems to have a
thing for Seekers and how she was even dancing with Gryffindor's
earlier. /That/ girl earns probably the first nasty look that Cho has given in
a very, very long time (no doubt it was also to cover the real reaction to
that). And it's the reason she finally breaks from the crowd and goes to stand
against one of the side walls to be alone for a few minutes. That
did /not/ improve her mood at all. If it wasn't for Draco's mentioning
of needing to tell her about something involving the mysterious letter, no
doubt she would have left. And at least it looks like he can dance! After the
incident with the chair she was beginning to wonder if he lacked balance or was
just too smug.
Harry shakes his head both at the sly grin and the
offering of cookies. He helps himself to a glass of juice,
he just wants something to drink. That's all. His appetite has been a bit down
as of late. Taking a drink from his glass, he looks over the rim in Cho's
direction. He gives himself a mental kick for sulking. He drains his glass with
another drink and sets it down. "'scuse me
Professor.." And he's walking away, crossing the
room towards Cho. Once again, he steels himself as he approaches the Ravenclaw
student, "Doyoumaybewannadanceagain?" Could
he say that any faster?
Prof Major looks up as Harry quickly departs, and he
smiles when he sees him talking to the Ravenclaw Girl. "You go for it
Harry.." he says under his breath, and stakes out
a watch post near the table. He muses
how easy this is going so far, rather dull actually. Sip, watch, sip. Lather, rinse, repeat.
And boy, can he ever dance. Easily moving with grace
around the dance floor with Aranea, occasionally lifting his arm to have her
sweep out into a spin and then back again, but he mostly doesn't seem to bother
to do anything overly fancy. A bit of a chuckle, to
acknowledge the compliment, then the hints of a faint smirk. "A
friend in the Slytherin house asked me earlier that if I was attending the
Ball, if I'd be able to drop off a note that he had written to Cho. Seeing no
reason not to, I agreed. I'm also supposed to ask her to meet him a bit
later." The boy lies with about as much ease as he puts into his
movements, he'd tell the truth, otherwise, if it weren't for the fact that he's
getting something out of it, and, it was requested of him to keep his mouth
shut. Eventually the steps of the dance, while it leads the two around the
floor, bring Harry into sight as he goes to ask Cho to dance... And the gears
start turning inside Draco's head. His eyes light up in a strange fashion. The
smirk grows malicious, once again. "Looks like Potter's trying to cover up
for his mistake of asking Longbottom to the Ball." Looks like he'll have
to intervene sooner then planned, because of this new development.
Cho glances up from her moment of silent composure
regaining. "What?" It takes a second for her to decipher exactly what
he said. It's difficult, but the dance part stands out a bit. Dance, dance. Oh! She was supposed to dance with him again,
wasn't she? She glances to make sure that the Slytherin and his date are still
enjoying their first dance, then she nods and manages
a small smile, "Of course." Instead of taking his hands this time,
she raises both of hers out. She'll have to break the news about her impending
dance with Mr. Malfoy when they get out there. c.c
It takes a liar to recognize another liar? Aranea smirks
as Draco easily sends her into a spin and brings her back, "So in other
words, none of my business? I understand perfectly well." She glances
briefly over in Potter's direction, "Now now.. be nice towards /Mr./ Potter.
I'm sure he tried hard to find another date." That jab ought to satisfy
Malfoy.
Harry grins a bit surprisedly.
She said sure! Gingerly, he takes Cho's hands in his, leading her out onto the
dance floor. He murmurs to her, "Sorry, I'm not very good at this.. I'll try to not step on your foot or something."
He's fine if his partner steers.. Well here goes
nothing! He slowly and a bit awkwardly leads Cho in a dance. Breaking that news
to him is not going to go over well at all.
Draco blinks as innocently as he can. "Who knows. I have no idea what was written on it, just merely
doing what I was asked to." Indeed, it does take a liar to recognize
another, so perhaps the lies can be considered a sort of code between the two:
'What's in the note?' 'I'm going to make up some lie because it isn't any of
your business.' 'Now now, that's not very nice.' 'Well, serves you right for
asking.' But, anyways. Satisfy him? No, it certainly
did nothing of the like, it just added more fuel to
the fire. "Oh yes, I'm sure he tried very hard. Doesn't
take much to blubber like an idiot, after all. He probably did the same
thing to Longbottom in order to charm him into attending the Ball with
him." Off again, he takes Aranea on the dance, pausing every once and a
while to cast a glance out of the corner of his eye over at Potter. UGH. YOU'RE
SO TERRIBLE. He's going to have to go over and insult you some more just for
being a disgrace on the dance floor. c.c;
Aranea flashes Draco a sickeningly saccharine sweet
smile. Of course she deserved the lie for prying. It's never stopped her
before, as a matter of fact, such little blocks only seem to egg her on.
"I'm certain that they make a lovely pair. It's not surprising given
Potter's background." He puts the fun in dysfunctional? The pauses and
glances made by Malfoy are duly noted, "If you'd like to go over there and
cut in, be my guest. I'll be more than happy to just stand back and watch the
fun." How nice of her.
Cho smiles as reassuringly as she can manage, following
into the... slightly awkward dance, but she casts an eye towards the Slytherin
couple and then looks back at her current partner. She knows that him and the Slytherin don't get along well, and... well, it's going to happen eventually. "I can only
dance with you until Draco comes over. I have to dance with him. He... needs to
explain something to me." That's probably as far as she can get before
feet get stepped on or something of the like.
Prof Major wanders over to chat with Lupin, they bow their heads
and engage in a quiet conversation. Soft laughter comes from both men a while
later.
Harry tries to boost his own confidence in his dancing
ability, or lack thereof.. "Sorry..Never really had much call for
learning how to dance. Last year was the first time.."
The only things he really does well are getting into trouble and playing quidditch. And he nearly steps on his own feet at that.. "What..? Alright then.."
He's not happy about this mind you, but he really doesn't have a say in the
matter and it's quite obvious, as much as he tries to mask it. He really
doesn't want to get into anything with Malfoy in Cho's presence.
Prof Major is chaperoning the Yule Ball, and is now is
pretty much idling after talking to Harry. He currently is now
"talking" with Lupin and sipping from a
large goblet of Hot Cider. He is dressed
in NICE bottle green robes, his hair is down from the
usual ponytail.
"Certainly not." Draco
fakes an offended look, but he won't pause right in the middle of the dance
because he knows better than that, too, so he keeps moving, leading Aranea
about the dance floor, even going a bit out of his way to make Potter look more
like a fool by transfering some of the spins that he guides his partner into
around the front and back. Still nothing too flashy, but
enough that it serves its purpose. "Besides, if I interrupt, it
means that Potter will be saved from a few moments of humiliation. I'll head
over when the song comes to an end." And it does, eventually, after
probably a minute. He steps back from his 'date' for the evening, goes as far
as to sincerely thank her for it, before turning, the tails of his coat doing
the dramatic Batman-cape thing, again, and heading over in Cho and Potter's
direction. Step aside, Boy-Who-Lived. He's going to show you how it's done.
*smirk*
Aranea laughs at Draco, "Very well then." Having Malfoy as a dance partner isn't all that bad as he's quite
good. "Now now..
you know he's quite deprived.. or
is that depraved according to the papers?" Of course it is, especially if
she wrote it. As the dance ends, she even curtsies to the boy, "Thank you
for the dance." Letting the young man go cut in with Potter and Cho, she
retreats off the floor, leaning against a wall to watch.
"Sorry," Cho apologizes as soon as he has a
chance to respond. At least she went ahead and told him instead of him finding
out when the smug Slytherin steps over and interrupts them. That probably would
have gone over less well. As they continue to dance during the song, she tells
Harry, "You just need some more practice." Can't be
good at everything right away. As the music stops, the dancing no doubt
slows and she glances to see that he is indeed heading this way. Hopefully
he'll be as refined to not make a big scene as Harry is.
Harry nods to Cho, "It's alright..
Thank you for the dance." When the music stops, he reluctantly lets go of
Cho, "I'll have to practice then.. just in case we have another dance or two next year."
Malfoy's approach is noted, "I better walk away before he comes over.
Thank you again." For giving him the time of day! He offers a smile at Cho
before turning and walking away in the opposite direction from Malfoy's
approach. He's going to try and keep as wide a berth away from the guy as
possible.
Prof Major finishes talking with
Lupin, and with a soft smile, watches Hagrid and Snape as they enter
the Hall and wander around.
Snape stalks around the edges
of the Great Hall, his black velvet and silver-trim robes whispering about him
but unfortunately doing nothing to offset his highly disgruntled
expression. Good grief, it has been a
trying night, and he's ready to just get this over with.
That's good. Your stench is rather intolerable, Potter.
Draco approaches Cho with a relaxed, easy pace, not particularly in a hurry.
Once he's there and the other gone, the act of being a gentleman comes into
play once again and he even goes as far as to bow deeply to her, before straightening,
with a hand outstretched. "Shall we dance, then?" Cue the music!
Well, it has already started the song a bit faster then the one done
previously. That means it'd probably be a lot easier to show off to. Peeerfect.
Aranea changes her mind about watching, and quietly slips
out through the main doors.
Hagrid stands against one of
the walls, his long, dirty robes hanging behind him. He has a gruff smile upon
his face, barely visible behind his scruffy beard. His beady eyes look kind,
though some would think he's not, if they judged solely on appearance. He has
on his chest a large, novelty button, which he purchased in Hogsmeade
a few days ago. It reads, "Happy Christmas!" and is bewitched to have
a very small, but very real looking Santa and his reindeer flying around the
circumference of the button.
Prof Major lifts his Goblet to Snape
as he moves by, an easy smile on his face, "Good Yule to you Professor Snape," he says in a low, smooth tone. "How are you this fine evening?"
He's... bowing... Cho can't help but continue to smile.
She shakes her head a little bit though and has to say to him, "I just
spent about ten minutes trying to convince half my house..
Nevermind."
She doesn't know why she even bothered since they would be dancing together
anyway. She takes his hands and lets him lead her out, ready to get dance,
though not intending to show off. (Though, she's good enough that the two of
them dancing together will look rather nice...) "So what did you have to
tell me exactly?" She asks, still smiling, glancing around and hoping that
those whispers aren't starting back up again (alas...).
Snape stops upon hearing his
name, but as he turns to regard the person who uttered it, he wishes he had
pretended not to notice. "I'm
wonderful, Major," he says, not bothering to make his face or tone match
the words, and most certainly not offering a 'How are you?' in return. Bloody wonderful indeed.
Harry finds himself a corner far from the dance floor to
hide in. He keeps his back to the dance floor so as to not accidentally look in
the direction of Cho and Draco. With the way his mood is spiraling downward,
there could be disastrous results.
Prof Major is undaunted by Snape's
cold retort, God if only James was here... "I see you changed robes for
the occasion. Very striking. "
he says as a genuine sounding compliment. "I take it your end of year exams all
went well?"
Hagrid spots Harry, being tall
enough to see over everyone. He makes his way down towards Harry, noticing the
upset look on the boy's face. He hopes to offer a little bit of help if he can;
he looks up to Harry, of course.. as
strange as it sounds.
Normally, he would've stayed up in the Common.. -normally-, had it not been
FLOODED by chocolate frogs that had accidentally gotten free from some body's
pocket. But that was an entirely different subject! It had nothing to do with
the dreadlock boy in any way! And it is rather difficult for one to concentrate
on one's sleeping when a large mass of live confection is crawling up your bed
sheets, and melting into a interesting pool near the
fire. You'd think they'd be smart enough to stay away, but no. Lee, thinking
these thoughts, coughed lightly as he re-entered. It looked almost the same,
save a few new people joining. With an exasperated sigh, Lee sat back down at
the empty table he had before and fiddled with silverware on the table. Well,
perhaps he'd see the person whom he was looking for the other night...
Hagrid gets close enough as to
be in Harry's hearing range. "All righ',
Harry?"
Snape sighs. Major's going to be pushy, of course. Ignoring the gracious compliment, he replies,
"They went well enough," keeping his expression more or less neutral. Actually, Valeth
passed just about everybody in the classes he subbed for. How depressing. "Yours?" The question is gruff but not precisely
impolite. Severus
will play along for the moment.
Prof Major cants his head to the side, smiling softly as
he sets his goblet down, and pours a cup of hot cider for Snape,
handing it to him without asking if he even wanted some. He KNEW that answer, "Mine went quiet
well. The students were quite bright,
quite inquisitive. Have you heard that I
will be teaching a new course next semester?" he says, not stopping long
enough to let Snape interrupt. "Since Hagrid has returned.. He will
resume the teaching of Care Of Magickal Creatures,
and I shall take on a new subject..." he pauses, to see if Snape will reply in some manner or other.
Snape accepts the proffered cup
and takes a large gulp as he listens to Major speak. Well, was that the reaction you were
expecting? "Oh, really?" he
murmurs as Kane trails off. Why should
he say anything? At the moment, he's
just waiting for you to shut up and leave him alone.
He leads her back into the mass of people, but ensures
that there will be more than enough room to move about, not to mention give
Potter a clear shot of them dancing together, if he does happen to look over.
The dance begins and Draco immediately takes charge in skillfully guiding Cho
about the floor, with the intentions on gauging her skill-level, not to mention
get accustomed to the new partner, just so he doesn't end up making a fool out
of himself by doing something too difficult. A bit of a faint sort of 'smile' slides
across his lips. "I did some research into the potion for you, asked
Professor Snape a few more questions about possible
side-effects. It was the best that we could." Keeping his voice low,
practically just above a soft murmur, "I didn't have a chance to write
them down, however, so this seemed like the best way to tell you." Which is bull. He rewrote the potion onto a new sheet of
parchment and deliberately left it out. "You don't mind, of course?"
And if she does, well, it's a little too late as of now.
Prof Major nods, smiling proudly as he refills his
goblet, and picks it up again, "The Study of Muggle
Artifacts..." he says with a wide grin,
"I will get to tinker with all sorts of Muggle
items and whatnots...." he pauses to sip at his cider, "It should be
fun indeed," he says with a smile.
Hagrid looks to the entering
students from his place against the wall, the gruff, but friendly smile still
on his face. Though he doesn't recognize the students, he assumes they're just
some of the ones transferred from
"Hurrah," Snape
replies sarcastically, looking away from Major with a disgusted
expression. Dangit,
you're wasting his time. Never mind that
he wasn't actually doing anything anyway, he'd rather be prowling around the
Hall than standing here having to listen to the inane prattle of a person he
can't stand even more than most.
"I'm sure it will be just lovely."
Prof Major stops talking and just watches Snape over the rim of his goblet as he drinks. What to do,
what to do next...
How in the WORLD did Harry miss Hagrid's
presence? He looks up at the giant and grins, "I'm alright." He will
be at any rate. "I'm glad to see you back Hagrid!
How was your holiday?" He continues to pointedly NOT look in Cho and
Draco's direction.
On the plus side, at least she's shorter then him, so the
dancing isn't too awkward. Cho is quite good, and follows his movements
perfectly. She continues to smile in a semi-friendly fashion and nods to what
he says, "Of course I don't mind." She actually believes him? Sad, huh? Though, Draco is the one doing her the favor, so
she isn't going to argue too much about it. Of course he could have found a
better way to do this... "So what all are they?" she says in a soft
voice.
Hagrid grins at Harry. "It
was great! I went ter visit some old friends in
Yukito walks in with the lovely
Miss Sakura and the equally lovely Miss Tomoyo. He
turns to the both of them with a smile. "Would you two like some pumpkin
juice?" he asks oh-so-politely.
Lee, looks around at the usual
cliques of the second-year girls, huddled together and giggling something awful
as the other house boys peered over at them from the other side, looking
fearful. Whether it was due to the proposition of asking them to dance or just
of the girls in general wasn't distinguishable. Lee mentally booed as his eyes
fell on the Slytherin Seeker and his older companion. Where'd Harry get off to,
anyhow? Shouldn't he be fighting off the smug looking boy? Well, whatever their
affairs wasn't his business, and returned to scanning
the crowd then the teachers table. He gave a half waves
to the Potion's master, whom he noticed wasn't looking at all to giddy about
talking with Professor Major.
Snape, expending all his
concentration on glaring at Kane S. Major, doesn't notice Lee's wave. Yay. n.n;
Orin stalks into the Great Hall, looking a bit miffed.
Imagine, getting one's paw nibbled by a miniature marshmallow with teeth! He
sits down right there and sees about getting his fur in order.
Snape sees Lee waving at him
from nearby, and decides now is the perfect time to exit this highly irritating
conversation. "If you'll excuse me,
Major, there are other people I need to talk to," he says, and before Kane
can give any reply, the Potions professor sweeps off through the Hall, walking
close to the walls and taking a roundabout route toward his godson's location.
Sakura nodnods
with a soft wai to Yukito-san,
"Hai!
I'm glad to see you're feeling a little more awake, ne,
Yukito-san?"
She says, taking hold of his hand as she walks along side him. Faint red blushes cross her cheeks.
Prof Major watches Snape scurry
off like a bug, and chuckles to himself.
Tonight is turning out to be a bit better than expected after all. He
continues to watch the students and their dates as they dance and talk. He nods to the ones passing by the table to gather
refreshments.
Hagrid glances in Major's
direction, and, not having met him formally yet, decides this would be a good
time to do so. He walks over to the Professor, his robes dragging behind him,
the edges caked with mud. Hagrid obviously doesn't
care much about appearance. As he reaches Major, he extends a large hand, and grins a very Hagrid-ish grin,
large, toothy, and half hidden by his scruffy beard, which takes up almost all
his face.
Ack. Harry was being obvious?
He's not really avoiding everyone. Ron and Hermione are busy dancing; his
date's nowhere to be found. Cho's dancing with ..
Malfoy.. "It'd be nice if I was allowed to
travel. I'd love to visit
Tomoyo giggles madly and sneaks
behind Sakura, her camcorder necklace very very very protectively held against her chest. "Sakura's Yule Ball date! Waii!" Tomoyo runs over to lean against the wall, hoping to get
her subject as natural as possible.
Well, he didn't expect the Professor to walk over, but from the looks of the conversation he was having with the other Professor, Lee might have been the exit route. Offering a light smile, he briefly glances past Snape to the frolicking Japanese students, who seem particularly giggly. It might have been contagious, since half the other couples here seemed to enjoy the nervous giggling and flushing of cheeks. "I wouldn't think this your kind of thing, Severus," Lee said in his humorous tone.
People. Orin flicks his ears,
apparently just realizing that the Great Hall is *very* occupied. Mmm, and where people are, is attention. And food!
It seems as though he's grown quickly accustomed to
dancing with his new partner, Draco moves to guide her out into an easy spin.
Still keeping his voice barely above a whisper, "There's only one, really.
It was probably the best out of them all, better than the ones in which you happened
to locate, or, at least it was in my own opinion. The problem is that it gives
the user a decrease in their tolerance for pain. The effects fade after about a
day, if the use is discontinued. If an individual uses it for longer then just
one night, for instance, it won't continue to decrease, luckily. It will remain
at about the same level during the duration that it is used. When the user
stops, the level of pain tolerance will return to normal. The only problem is, it partially depends on the natural level pain tolerance.
If it is low, already, then there shouldn't be much change, however, if it is
high, then there's a good chance that it may drop low enough to become noticeable.
It also, finally, depends on the person and, of course, the amounts of certain
ingredients, how well it's been brewed. The usual
stuff." His report is thorough, and he makes sure not to miss
anything. After all, the more he has outdone himself on assisting, the more he
will be able to demand in return, but that will come later. Draco certainly
isn't demanding anything at the moment. The dance was merely a request, not a
favor that he needed.
"It's not."
Snape's voice is dry, and the slightest bit of
good humor returns to his face as he regards Lee. "If I didn't have to chaperone, I would
be off doing something constructive."
Of course, we won't mention that it was his own choice to chaperone, nor
will we delve into his motives. Severus says nothing further, merely waiting to see if Lee
has anything else to say before he goes back to his circuit of pacing around
the room. He's feeling restless tonight.
Sakura turns an even deeper red, hoeeeing
weakly as she looks over her shoulder at Tomoyo. "Ano.. Tomoyo-chan---.." Embarassing!
'.' She's already nervous being
with Yukito-san, she doesn't need more nervewrackingness. "H-hoeee." she says, squeezing
onfo Yukito's hand.
He really is good at Potions. At least now we know it
isn't just Snape's particular liking of this student
that keeps him making decent grades. Cho listens to all the instructions that
he has to say as they continue to dance around the floor. "If that's all
then, I think I'd like to leave." She was never fond of coming to this
Ball in the first place and... plus... her other
potential dancing partner has already left. Unless she wants to go snag Lee for
a round or two, but she'd honestly rather leave now she got what she came for.
"Thank you for your help, Draco." Too bad saying a simple 'thanks' to
a Slytherin is not going to cut it... c.c; "And
the dance. You're an amazing dancer." It's the truth, he
/is/ an amazing dancer. And she's still dancing with him as she says this,
since she has to wait til he stops properly.
Stella, looking quite pleased with herself, helps herself
to a cup of pumpkin juice, then nearly pours it down the front of her dress
robes as she sees Cho dancing with...Draco?!
Lee really had nothing in mind for a conversation due to
the fact he didn't expect his godfather to walk over, otherwise he might have
had a more interesting conversation starter. "I see. This thing is rather drull, and I know Professor McMongoll
broke down and ran off." He wouldn't mind doing something constructive, as
well.. also know as SLEEPING!
But it's not fun to de-frog the Common, so he really just needed to keep awake
a few more hours. :P
Orin slinks about between human legs and table legs. Mmm, food,
attention, food, attention...such choices. He finally compromises by
rubbing against Professor Major's leg, and giving him a plaintive mew. 9_9
Yukito squeezes Sakura's hand
back as they make their way to the drinks. He carefully lets go and pours three
glasses. He figures he might as well act gentlemanly to Tomoyo
too...even though she's slipped away. o_o;;
Hagrid helps himself to a large
goblet of pumpkin juice, gulping it down very quickly, traces of it dripping
from the lower parts of his beard @_@. He seats himself in his rather large chair,
which he has always sat in, near the teacher's table in the Hall. His novelty
'Happy Christmas' button still blinks on and off, very annoyingly. x.o;
Prof Major looks down as a cat rubs against his legs,
"Hello there puss, where did you come from?" he smiles. He sets down his goblet on the table, and
scoops up the cat, holding it in his arm and petting it with his free hand.
Orin purrs deeply. Ooooh,
attention and pets, yes those are the things he likes. Now the food if you
please. See, I'm cute. Food now, thanks. The cat purrs even louder, eyes half
closed.
Snape nods to Lee. He's never much liked dances either. Not that anybody expected him to. "I agree wholeheartedly," the
Professor says with a disdainful glance around the Great Hall. Yeah, people having fun annoy him so much.
;p Not having anything else to say, he
just stands in what might or might not be considered a companionable silence,
watching the dancing students and so on and so forth. Well, he is chaperoning, sort of.
Prof Major continues to pet and stroke the cat, what else
does he have to do anyway. He stands there thinking, then whispers to the cat,
"If I give you some crab cakes, will you make a mess in a certain person's
room?" he whispers with a wicked grin.
Sakura takes and sips one of the drinks with two hands,
"It's really delicious!" she says, then catching a glimpse of the towering giant as
he takes his goblet. 9.9
"H-hoeeeeeeee!" she screams out,
jumping back at Tomoyo. "It-- it's a monster!"
Hagrid looks down at Sakura,
startled himself that he scared the girl. He scratches his beard and gives a
big grin in order to seem less threatening. He bends down a bit, and extends
his rather large hand. "Yeh don't need ter be scared of me!"
Orin turns his eyes to regard Professor Major. If one
didn't know better, they might think he was considering it! "Mmmrrow." Nah, maybe later.
Isn't cuteness enough? Purrr...
Prof Major grins at the cat and when no one is looking,
he snags one of the crab cakes and feeds it to the cat, "Here ya go... Can't bear to see anything go hungry," he
says quietly, reflectively almost.
Both the lack of twins and the fact he really wasn't in
the mood contributed to this dance being dull. It wasn't that he was a party booer, because Lee was one to enjoy parties, it was just
that this tended more to lean towards puppy-like romance.. It was like a really
bad, black and white romance he'd seen sixty or odd times. Even de-frogging the Common sounded randier
then this. "I might as well leave, since nothings happening," he says
with his planted smile. "Good night, Severus."
Tomoyo squeaks. "Oh,
Sakura-chan is blushing! They look so cute
together!" Tomoyo happily stands quietly, until
Sakura practically jumps on her. "Daijoubu...ohh hello ...sir. My name is Daidouji
Tomoyo, pleased to meet you!" she beams up at
the towering Hagrid.
Snape nods to his godson,
though his attention seems elsewhere at the moment. "Good night, then, Lee," he says
before departing back into the crowd. Time to go back into 'swooping around like an overgrown bat' mode. n.n;
Hagrid grins down at the
camera-toting girl. "The pleasure is all mine! Name's Hagrid. Yeh'll
probably be seein' me around a lot. I teach Care of
Magical Creatures. Are yeh enrolled in it this
year?"
Orin sniffs the offering. Food! He hasn't eaten in
like...ages. Since he left the Gryffidor
dorm. Major's last words are totally lost on the cat it would seem. His
purrs reach new heights.
Sakura h-hoeees. Hagrid's hand is
practically size of her head. o.o "I'm sorry,
it's just.. you're
really... big." she
says, trying to shy back a little. He's
still a little scary.
Prof Major makes sure not to lose fingers to the cat's
sharp chomping teeth, and resumes petting him while watching the students
frolic.
Hagrid looks puzzled at Sakura.
"Yeh think I'm scary just cause I'm big?", he asks, "Yeh'll soon
find out that there are much smaller things ter be
feared more than me!".
Tomoyo anous. Wow, a booming voice.
"Aa, hai Hagrid-sensei.." Tomoyo is so awfully dwarfed by Hagrid..but then again who isn't, really? Eyes widen. "Smaller things? Scaryyy..."
Hagrid grins, as if he was
joking. "But.. yeh don't have ter worry
about them. Hogwarts is very safe. Yeh won't see too
many thing try ter get in here, I'll tell yeh that. Did you two transfer from
Yukito extends his free hand to
the new fellow enganging in conversation with his two
friends. "Hello, my name's Tsukishirou Yukito, it's a pleasure to meet you, Hagrid-san!"
he says, handing a goblet to Tomoyo.
Angelina slips into the Great Hall. Her mood's improved
at least...but no sign of Fred. Oh well. Where is...ahh,
now she spots him. She makes her way towards Professor
Major, and her dining cat.
What? Is dancing with Draco some sort of horrible, evil
crime? Is it so wrong to look so good? *.* Oops. A bit
of the ego got out there, again. Normally, he probably would of
at least finished the song, but doing that is very hard when the other partner
is unwilling to do so. With one last spin to end it all, just so he can take a
look around for Aranea who is just not there, the dance comes to a close and he
ends it politely, even being a proper gentleman and thanking Cho for it, though
a bit of a smirk slides momentarily across his lips once his head is out of
sight due to the fact that he bows, once more. Yes indeed, Draco Malfoy has
noticed that young Potter has also left. Perhaps Harry got so fed up with
seeing the blonde dancing with his 'crush', or whatever, that he ran away to
cry like Longbottom. Straightening, smirk gone and replaced with a faint
'smile', again, he offers. "Well. Looks like I've been abandoned here, so
there's no point in myself sticking around, either. Shall I escort you back to
your common room?"
Hagrid shakes Yukito's hand and grins at the boy. "Nice ter meet yeh
too!"
Sakura nodnods
to Hagrid.
"H-hai! We came from
Hagrid doesn't dare bow at the
girl, because knowing him, he'd knock all of the
students over, as well as the table. He just pats Sakura and Tomoyo on the head lightly. "Well, welcome ter England, even though that's a bit belated.."
Orin notices Angelina headed his way. Whoops, busted. The
cat leaps out of Major's arms and heads for the first new face he sees...which
happens to be Malfoy, oddly enough. He's not begging Angelina, really. He
weaves around Draco's legs, mewing.
Prof Major is a bit surprised at the sudden exit of the cat,
but heck, just like women, they get what they want and leave. Not loyal like a dog. Ahem.
He brushes the fur from his robes, and resumes sipping at his mead.. err.. CIDER... Yeah.
Tomoyo bows as well. "I
came shortly after Sakura-chan!" She beams!
"Ariga..anou, Thank you
Hagrid-sensei, it's nice to meet more teachers
here!"
Hagrid grins at the transfer
students. "Do yeh miss yer homes a lot? Or are yeh all righ' here for now?"
Snape continues to lurk around
the fringes of the mob in the Great Hall, looking about as happy as the Grim
Reaper and dressed to match. He stops
his pacing for a few moments, eyeing someone from across the Hall--if anyone
was observing him, they'd see his eyes are focused in the general direction of Hagrid and the Japanese students.
Angelina reaches Professor Major only to have her cat run
off. She gives an exasperated sigh. "Sorry about that, Professor, Orin's
insufferable." Not to mention a bottomless pit.
Glancing towards the Ravenclaws,
Cho knows she's never going to hear the end of this. It'll take weeks, but
maybe they'll forget about it by the time the new semester starts. At his offer
of escort, she nods after a moment, "Why not." He's already gone and
done about as much damage as he possibly can, and it certainly wouldn't hurt
/more/ to have him walk her back. Besides, she hopes to get a look at the
particular thing that he gave her while she's still in his company so she can
ask any questions she has about anything. Limits her having to ask him later,
yes? Yes. And... as they
start to leave the dance floor... Draco's found an admirer. Hmm.
Yukito smiles politely, then sighs. "Well, I do miss back home, but I've met so
many wonderful people here that I would feel sad to leave them! But I like
Hogwarts very much, I've had a pleasant experience so far," he says,
beaming, and remembering. Alright, so not everyone is incredibly nice, but the
good outweighs the bad.
Sakura seems to have loosened up a lot, now. He's really nice! "Sort of, I miss my father a lot.. but Yukito-san,
Tomoyo-chan and oniicha---
big brother are here with me so I don't feel so bad all the time. I write him a lot!" And Mizuki-sensei,
too. "But I've never spent
a Christmas away from home before..."
Prof Major just grins at the attractive Chaser, "No
harm done my dear. Enjoying yourself this evening?
You look radiant." he says with a smile.
Snape looks away from the
exchange students and keeps on walking, shooting glares right and left at
whoever happens to catch his eye. Wonder
if this was how he spent most dances in his own school days? x.o;
Angelina blushes a deep crimson, not unlike the color she
just saw on Neville a moment back. "Err well...thanks, Professor Major.
You look nice tonight as well." It's the polite thing to say, right?
"I actually wasn't feeling too well earlier, but Neville and some Pocket
sheep happened to cheer me up." She grins.
Stella glances about the room in disbelief as Cho and
Draco walk off the dance floor. It's not her place to ask though. She drains
the rest of her juice and tries not to stare too much.
Hagrid gives a solemn look at
Sakura, feeling bad that the girl misses home. He has taken a liking to the transer students, even though he doesn't understand all
they say -- not being a very learned man -- and not ever travelling
outside the
Prof Major gets an odd smile on his face at the mention
of the sheep, "Pocket Sheep eh?" he grins. "They didn't cause
TOO much trouble did they?" he asks her as he pours her a cup of juice and
hands it to her. Just call him the punch
man.
Orin continues to accost, errr...ahem,
try to get Malfoy's attention. Blink blink, rub,
aren't I cute? Pets? Attention? Come on boy, you know
what to do.
Angelina takes the juice and sips it, still grinning.
"I think they frightened Neville out of his wits, and of *course* they
caused trouble...isn't that what Fred and George's inventions do?" She
chuckles. "But they didn't break or eat anyone, if that's what you're
asking. They took a nip at Orin's paw though."
Stella shifts from one foot to the other. She's not ready
to call it a night just yet though if things get much stranger, she just might
have to. She sticks her tongue out the corner of her mouth at Snape as he sweeps past then affects a stare of complete
innocence and walks off to make conversation.
Draco makes a bit of a strange face, as something weaves
around his legs. Luckily, he hadn't begun to go anywhere, otherwise, he might
of ended up falling flat onto his face and.. making more of a fool of himself then he already has in the
past few weeks... what, with running through the hallways with a broken nose
because Harry decided to crank him one right in the face. O.o;
Shoo, kitty, shoo! He doesn't have any food for you! Get lost! He'll kick you! o.O; Well, if were as mean and DENSE as Crabbe
and Goyle, he might of kicked the cat away, but he
knows that if he kicks the cat, there will be repercussions for doing so.
Bending his knees, lowering himself to the ground in a crouch, he extends his
hand to the animal, half expecting to get biten. Is
it cats that sense evil or dogs? c.c; Well. He's not trying to hurt it, only give it a pat on
the head, maybe a little scratch under the chin, too. "Sorry, I don't have
any food for you." He'll be just a second, Cho. o.o
Luckily for Stella, Snape
doesn't notice her moment of impudence as he continues to sweep about the
room. His gaze, every so often, keeps
returning to the direction of Hagrid and those three
students.
Prof Major tries to stiffle a
laugh, but fails. "They ARE a
handful aren't they? I will have to
round them up and get them back outside where they belong. Thanks for letting me know, Angelina."
he says.
Tomoyo nods a bit. "I kind
of miss my mother..." she shakes her head and nods toward Hagrid. "I've had a wonderful
time.." and suddenly lets out a squeal! "Aaa! Kawaii!"
she beams and adores the oh-so-festive and lit up pin!
Sakura pikus as the giant
reaches out and is pinned. She looks
down at the pin, reading what it says aloud.
"Happy Christmas! Can I have this, Mr. Hagrid? A Happy Christmas to you,
too!" she
says, showing the pin off to Yukito-san. "How does it look?"
............. Draco is... talking to the cat. Just watch
Cho stare as she sees a side of him she certainly never expected to ever see.
She's so stunned that she says not a word. Not a syllable even! Not a sound at
all. She didn't think he would be an animal person, much less one to talk to
them. (Wonder if he's doing this just because he knows she has a cat? --
certainly wouldn't put it against the little schemer).
Hagrid grins. "Of course yeh can have it! I just feel bad that I dun have anything fer yer friends!". He then brings his voice down to a whisper, "If
yeh can get away from the school on Christmas.. yeh
can come and have tea with me in my hut.. it's just
outside.. but don't tell anyone I invited yeh.. oh, and yeh
might even catch some of my other friends there too. Harry
like ter stop by sometimes." He grins
again and stops whispering. "I hope yeh'll enjoy
yer Christmas here!"
Orin gives Malfoy a look. Well its
about time! But no food? A crime.
Hmmm, what's this? Maybe he doesn't want you to touch him after all.
Nevertheless, he stands still and allows the petting to commence...beggars
can't be choosy. Now pick me up, nasty boy. More pets please.
Yukito smiles kindly at Hagrid. "Ah, don't worry Hagrid, Sakura-chan's happiness is good enough for me!" Awww. He
hears Hagrid's whispering and smiles. "Ah, I'd
love to come!..Potter-kun? He's a very nice boy!" he smiles brightly, some
more. "Ah, I hope you enjoy your Christmas too, Hagrid-san!"
"Oh no need..." Angelina takes another sip of
her drink. "We managed to get them outside. So was that particular batch
yours? I know Fred and George have been trying to sell them...but to be honest
I wasn't sure if anyone would buy them! I mean...I would, but Orin would
probably eat them."
Prof Major takes the opportunity to pat Snape on the shoulder on one of his laps around the hall,
and smiles at him, "It looks like you have things under control Severus, I think I will go for a walk outside..." he
smiles in a smarmy way.
Snape just gives Major a very
cold glare before continuing his circuit around the area. Do go outside, yes please, then
you will be that much further away from him. ;p
Prof Major looks to Angelina and
winks, letting her know he DOES in fact own a herd of the sheep. "Well,
thank you my dear for sheparding them out, I owe you
a favor..." he smiles.
Angelina grins at Professor Major's wink, and finishes
off her juice. Oh err...hello Snape. She winces a bit
and hopes he doesn't bring up her recent Potions grades...they've been falling
off terrible, and she knows it. "Where's that cat got to now...?"
Hagrid pulls the three students
in a large, tight group hug, all of them fitting into one of his arm's lengths.
"I'm sure I'll have a good Christmas! Anyway, I think I'd better go. I
have some gifts to wrap.. and
I have ter feed Fang -- my boarhound -- before he
rips into my Christmas brownies!". Usually, this would seem like a very
nice though, warm, chewy brownies fresh out of the oven -- but, actually, they
look more the lumps of coal.. stale
and crumbly. But, none the less, Hagrid is proud of
them, and will be sure to serve them if the students
come over for tea. He lets go of them after a few seconds and then gives a
wave, and makes his way out of the Great Hall, his robes dragging behind him.
Prof Major nods to Angelina and
with a swoop of his own robes, departs.
Sakura erps. Big tight hug, constricting to death! "H-hoeeeee.." x.x After Hagrid releases
them and heads off, she fixes the pin on her robes and comments to Tomoyo-chan. "Ne, he was really nice, wasn't he?" she says, her
glance passing the Potions professor. Unlike him. "I
think we should take Hagrid up on his offer?"
she says up to Yukito-san.
Tomoyo eeks!
Big group hug from a big guy! Like hugging Santa Claus almost! Nods to Sakura. "Hai
hai Sakura-chan! I
definitely think we should!"
-.- You're on thin ice, cat. He
doesn't exactly WANT to be nice to you, but he can't exactly light the animal
on fire right in front of everyone, now, can he? That shall be saved for later.
n.n Well, if he was actually
the type of person to do such a thing. Draco doesn't have a problem with
animals, he was raised around them, owls at least, a
cat is entirely new to him, however. It's not a big, huge animal that gets
offended if you say the wrong thing, for one. It's good that his hand wasn't
removed for reaching out to pet the creature, however. It gives him a little
bit more confidence then before, and he's also making sure that keeps all the
nasty things that could escape from his lips all bottled up. The incident with Buckbeak was certainly enough to teach him to be wary of
offending animals. But... but... damn! He doesn't want to exactly shower affection
on the cat at the moment, nor does he have the time, not to mention that he
doesn't know exactly what to do to keep the animal happy. And...
and... ;.; He doesn't want to
lose his arm, either. ;.; So he picks the cat up,
still scritching under its chin. o.o Save him, Cho. ;.;
Yukito wais! Group hug! He
waves to Hagrid goodbye and nods. "Hai, he's very nice!" Mou,
he likes Snape. Maybe just cause he likes to see the
good in everyone. But then again, there's not a lot of good in Snape-sensei ^^;; He nods again.
"Ah...ah..hai, Sakura-chan. We should take him up on his offer. He seems like a
very good host." Indeed.
Orin rewards Malfoy with a half-hearted purr and thumps
his tail. That's better. But being this close to the boy makes the cat think he
wants even more to get away. It's almost as if he can sense the underlying
tension in Malfoy's manner. He regards the boy with slitted
eyes.
What a big baby. Cho sees that he looks a little
uncomfortable with the cat like that, so she starts to search through her
robes. She often keeps a few scraps of dry meat for her own cat, but she
doesn't know if she put any in her dress robes. Low and behold, she seems to
have. Guess she figured she'd sneak out of the dance and go feed some stray
animals. She pulls out a paper wrapping and opens it up. Inside are about two
or three strips of dried meat. She hands one of them over to Draco and says,
"Here."
Angelina leans against the table, glancing around at
everyone else, now that Major has made his exit. Looks like
the party is beginning to wind down. She wanders away, not yet noticing
Malfoy and her cat. Hey, there's Hermione...and some of the exchange students.
She heads their way.
Sakura finishes the rest of her pumpkin juice, setting
the empty cup down. "Ne, uhmm..
" the
evening is quieting, but not over! And
Sakura-chan is too embarrassed to ask Yukito-san to dance again.
Add to that she has no idea how to!
o.o
And here comes Hermione through the entrance, returning
to the ball, still clad in the same silvery-blue dress robes she was wearing
yesterday, her hair still defuzzed and treated with
care. She scans the room for Ron, seeing
they said they'd meet here and go back to finishing off that dance from last
night, but alas, looks like he isn't here yet.
Sighing a bit, Hermione retreats over to one of the tables near the
floor, taking a seat and idly watching the others in the room.
You want him to WHAT? O.O Draco has to feed the thing?
But what if it bites his fingers off? Can Madam Pomfrey
fix that problem? o.o With his free hand, well, the
one not supporting the animal, but the one that was scratching under the cat's
chin, extends to accept the piece of dried meat from Cho, then offers it to the
cat... o.O In the only way he knows how, which is
holding it a little before the animal's nose, looking completely clueless while
doing so. @.@;
Angelina reaches Hermione just as she takes her seat. The
Gryffindor Chaser looks a bit bored. "'Lo there,
Hermione. Looking for someone?" She takes a seat next to the girl,
un-invited. "You're looking nice tonight."
Snape looks up at the entrance
to the Great Hall just in time to see Hermione come through the doors. It seems now's the time. Continuing on his circuit, he slows slightly
as he approaches her and--oh, LOVELY. A student. What's he
going to do now!? Turning, he cuts
through the crowd and continues elsewhere, trying to think of some way to get
rid of Angelina.
Orin thumps his tail once more. Yes much better, you're
learning. Or at least, your female friend knows cats. But now those fingers are
right next to his nose, and he doesn't like the smell. He pulls back a bit,
scrunching up his nose, whiskers twitching, and doesn't touch the meat.
Well, she regrown bones before, and even Muggle medicine
can reattach fingers if you get them there fast enough, so probably. Cho
watches Draco handle the cat and looking clueless as he does. "You really
don't know much about cats." She thinks it's a little bit surprising.
"Just relax. It won't bite you unless it thinks you're a threat."
Well, sometimes it'll bite you even if it doesn't, but hey! She's trying to
help him relax, not freak him out. She notices the cat doesn't seem to like his
smell and says, "I don't think the cat likes you very much."
Yukito watches the scene. He
looks at Sakura, who looks kind of antsy. He turns to her. "Sakura-chan, would you like to dance?" he asks cutely.
Sakura blushes! "Really? I'd
love to!" she
exclaims, taking hold of Yukito-san's hand,
displaying a big cheerful smile to everyone about. She glances back at Tomoyo-chan,
hesitating. She doesn't want to leave Tomoyo behind alone, though. "Ano..."
u.u
What happened to 'beggers can't be choosers'? And
it's the meat that's close to the cat's nose, not his hands or fingers. So there. Neener. Draco lets out a little sigh, his expression growing
slightly annoyed. Maybe dropping the animal would probably be all around better
for him. Then he wouldn't have to look so foolish. "..." Not that he
cares whether or not the cat happens to like him, but he isn't going to say
anything nasty (which are the only things he can think of saying at the
moment), just because he doesn't want to end up having another issue like the
one with Buckbeak on his hands, again.
Hermione looks up as Angelina takes a seat, and smiles at
her fellow Gryffindor. "Hello there Angelina! Thank you, you're looking very nice
yourself." n.n "I'm waiting here for my --
err, Ron, I mean. How
about you?" She glances
around to see if she can spot the Weasley, but someone else catches her
eye. Snape. Eep. And there he goes. o.o "Ohh..." Hermione
mutters under her breath, and quickly turns her attention back to Angelina.
Tomoyo waiis!
Footage! Footage! "Kawaii!
Sakura-chan, go dance with Tsukishirou-kun!
It'll be fun, don't worry about me!" Tomoyo
waves her camcorder a little and beams. "Dance naturally though, so it'll
have a more smoother look." She smiles!
Nope, Orin doesn't like you very much, Malfoy, you smell
stronger than the meat! Drop him, eh...there's a reason he's Angelina's cat.
Still ignoring the meat, he reaches out a paw. Sproing!
Hello there, Mister Malfoy's nose, meet sharp,
un-clipped kitty claws!
Angelina smiles. "Oh, I
came looking for Fred, but he seems to be off...prolly
getting into more mischief." She doesn't seem like she has any problem
with that either. She notes the momentary lapse in Hermione's expression. "Something wrong?"
Ron reenters the Great Hall, tugging gently on his robes.
He had a bit too much pumpkin juice, so he had to pop out for a bit. Alright,
dance vs. Weasley; round two. o.o
He glances around the massive room, looking over the heads of fellow students
to find a familiar face. Preferably his date, but Harry would be good to talk
to right now as well. Frowning when he doesn't see his male best friend, he
settles for the female n.- He slips into a seat next
to Hermione and waves to Angelina before setting his elbows boyishly on the
table. Wow, that dance seemed to cool his nerves. And, well, now that the whole
flower thing worked he feels a lot of stress off his shoulders, "'ello."
Orin cackles evilly. He's a cat,
he's allowed to be temperamental.
Yukito takes Sakura's hand and
gently leads her to the dance floor. He waves to Tomoyo
and begins to dance. Ah, Sakura-chan is such a good
dancer despite the immense height difference. ^_^;;
"You dance wonderfully, Sakura-chan!"
Cho shakes her head at Draco. No, he really doesn't like
cats, does he. She is just about to attempt to rescue him when the cat makes it's move. o.o
Guess he has good reason to not like cats now, huh? Wonder who's
cat it is any way. She certainly wouldn't bring little Kaui
Hua to the Ball. She'd probably get stepped on.
"Oh! Are you okay?" She calls out, looking to see how badly the cat
hurt him, if at all. Well, looks like she might have to take him to the
infirmary. . . Though if he hurts the poor creature too badly
she may tell him to fend for himself.
Sakura h-hoeees. She should've known Tomoyo-chan
would've said that, but it still doesn't change the embarrassment. "H-hai! I'll try my best, Tomoyo-chan.." she is led over to the floor and is swept away by Yukito-san!
"I'm not really a good dancer, you don't have to say false
things..." she answers.
Yukito frowns at Sakura.
"Sakura-chan, I'm not saying false things. You
dance very well. Perhaps you should enroll in some sort of dance class or
something?" he rethinks that. "I don't think they offer that at
Hogwarts, but maybe when we get back to
Hermione grins as she spots Ron, greeting him as he sits
down. "There you are, Ron!"
She then blinks a bit at Angelina, shaking her head and offering her a
friendly smile. "What? Oh... no,
not at all, I was just thinking about something." She looks down at the table for a moment, and
suddenly stands up. "Here, let me get us all some punch. I'll be right back, and don't worry, I can do
it," she adds, as if she's expecting Ron to get up and help her, or shoo
her back to the table and get drinks himself, being
the gentleman he is. With that, Hermione
wanders over to the punch table and begins to serve herself the drinks.
Angelina frowns after Hermione, but shrugs. She's been
jittery lately, right? Prolly just more of that. She turns slightly and grins at Ron, a
teasing tone in her voice. "So, you asked Hermione to the Ball?"
This is what he gets for actually being NICE?! Indeed, he
was expecting to get clawed, but when they come to greet his face, Draco isn't
QUITE SO EAGER to meet them, which means that he leans back. However he's not
fast enough to avoid injury, completely. The claws catch his lip, slicing into
it, then marking a trailing down his chin. And if that
weren't bad enough, only after he's cut does he realize that he's off-balance
with only one arm free. The boy ends up toppling right over, and instead of
just throwing the cat away, which probably would have been more wise,
regardless of whether the animal likes him or not, he wraps that free arm
around it. Moments later, after crashing into the ground on his back, Draco
Malfoy stares up at the ceiling in a bit of a daze. Hit head. Head hurt. Really. What's up there, though? Ooo. Pretty
stars. *.* @.@; But he's still got the cat. He
could have thrown it. He could have twisted around and fallen in a position
that would have absorbed the impact better, but no, he fell straight backwards,
and whether intention or not, it should of been at least enough to protect the
animal... just not himself. @.@ Lookit
the cloud! Hee! It's a big elephant! @.@ Lookit it gooooo!
Snape is watching like a hawk,
and he sees his opportunity. He steers
his circuit toward the refreshment table and sets down his glass there,
reaching over to refill it with cider.
As he is doing so he murmurs, "Find Kinomoto
and come outside to the entry hall; there's something important I need to tell
you two," before rising and turning away. He sips his cider and returns to making laps
around the Great Hall, taking care not to watch Hermione or Sakura too much...
and... what was that?
Okay, he's just going to ignore the crash as Draco falls to the
ground. No, really, he was busy elsewhere, he didn't see or hear that. n.n;
Sakura blushes.
Compliments from Yukito-san make her feel so
warm inside! "I don't know.. maybe!" she says,
beaming. She smiles over at Tomoyo-chan when they glide past. Behind Tomoyo, she
sees Snape-sensei making nice at the punch bowl. She tugs away from Yukito-san
quickly. "E-excuse
me!" And she sneezes. "Ah-aah---chooo! .. Gomen nasai."
Ron doesn't know about gentleman..
but he does get halfway up out of his seat to stop her
before she waves him back. He sighs, but smirks and nods at her. Shaking his
head.. That's a -man's- job, sheesh
-.- n.- Sitting back down he hears Angelina's question
and his cheeks pinken a bit. "Well.. well, I guess that's obvious,
now isn't it?" He looks indignantly at the Quidditch
player before grinning his goofy Weasley grin,
"Sorry my brother's not here. I'm sure he'd be tossing you around the
dance floor by now." At the crash Ron's head jerks up and he's just in
time to see Draco sprawled on the floor after being attacked by a kitty cat.
Oh, how the redhead laughs.
Orin squirms. He didn't intend the kid to fall with him! Leggo! Okay, perhaps this wasn't too smart. With a wrench
he frees himself from Malfoy's arm and streaks under the nearest table. Really!
One would think even a boy like Malfoy would have better manners than to just
fall over! He flattens his ears and hisses his displeasure at you from his
place of 'relative' safety.
Angelina is about to reply when she too hears the crash.
And if she's not mistaken, that little black streak with a white tipped tail is
the culprit. "Orin!" she yells, trying not to laugh...okay well,
Malfoy had it coming after what he said to Neville, but he *was* trying to be
nice. "Orin, get back here this instant! What did you do?"
Cho kneels down beside Draco and shoos at the cat, but
it's already scurrying off. She looks at the blood on the Draco's face and the
way he's staring at the ceiling. Man... What is it with him falling backwards
in her presence? Is he /trying/ to knock himself unconscious?
(And if he is, could he do it in a Quidditch game
instead of the Yule Ball?) She shakes her head and says, "Draco, you need
to get to the Infirmary. Come on, I'll help you." She'll actually support
his weight even if he can get up enough to let her. She'd do the same for
anyone, so those giggling Ravenclaws can just...
*sigh* She's never going to live down this night. She
/knew/ it would be a bad idea to come to the Ball.
Yukito frowns
his brow as Sakura tugs away from him. "Anou..where are you going, Sakura-chan?"
he hands a tissue. "Someone is talking about you, Sakura-chan!" Where is she going? Should he follow?
Nevertheless, get off the dance floor, you look weird standing alone.
Tomoyo happily records Sakura
and Yukito dance wonderfully. "Aaa, sugoi footage!"
She says to herself. She has slowly moved herself to a little bit behind the
table now. She can't help but notice out of the corner of her eye Granger-san,
and begins to say hello to her but stops when Snape-sensei
approaches. Nani, where is Sakura-chan
going to? Wail!
Sakura takes the tissue and gently blows her nose,
afterwards shaking her head. "Iie,
iie. I
just didn't want to sneeze all over you, Yukito-san." That'd be gross. "I'm not going anywhere!" she says, tossing
the tissue in the trash and going back to stand with Yukito-san. She giggles.
"Hai, I guess someone was talking about
me!" Just an old Japanese wives'
tale, though!
Damn, ungrateful animal. He just saved you, took a hit
and this is how he's repaid for it? It would probably safe enough to say, now,
that Draco hates cats. And... and...
you're so dead, Weasley. He's going to put about fifty
million hexes on you once he's in his right mind, again. @.@
Whee! Connect-the-dots, played with stars! *.* O.O HOLY,
CHO! When did your face get so big? Oooo! He gets to
be CARRIED? *.* What? No? Damn. ;.; Slowly, Draco returns back to reality, then
winces, a combination of the coppery taste of blood in his mouth as well as the
pain from whacking his head on the floor. He doesn't go around trying to knock
himself out; bad luck just seems to follow him around as trouble does for
Harry. If he tried to reply, he'd probably gurgle something that would be
hardly understandable. Even the sound of his own breathing is enough that it
makes his head ache, talking would just making it all the more painful. So,
instead, he starts moving to get up, the movement of his head /barely/ a nod of
sorts. Back to the Infirmary! For the fourth time! He's visited that place more
times these past two months then in his previous four years at Hogwarts. x.@; Oi vey.
Hermione nearly misses the goblet while pouring punch as Snape approaches the table and leaves an instant
later. She looks up to reply, but
doesn't have the chance as the professor is gone. Her? And Sakura? Well, the part about Hermione makes sense,
but not Sakura. Shaking her head and
sensing some urgency in Snape's voice, the bushy
haired girl returns to the table with three goblets full of punch, and hands
them out accordingly, but still holds her glass. She then turns to take her seat, and as she's
going to sit, she 'accidently' tips her goblet a bit,
spilling some of the punch on her skirt. "Oh, no..." And despite the fact that a more than simple
charm could take the punch out, Hermione fusses over it. "Oh, these robes
are new too! Could you two excuse
me?" Without waiting for an answer,
the witch turns on her heel and walks over to Sakura and Yukito,
smiling casually. "Hello there, you two!
Sakura... do you think you could help me out? I've spilled some punch on my dress, and Tomoyo tells me you're really excellent at cleaning things
up..."
Tomoyo breathes a sigh of
relief! Only to sneeze, nothing more. Demo! That might
mean someone is talking about her..but
it being Sakura, Tomoyo is sure that it can only be
good things. Back to recording! "Sugoi."
She looks over towards the door, seeing a small girl carry Malfoy-san. Anouuu..poor Malfoy-san, he's been
in the hospital a lot it seems.
Yukito smiles at Hermione.
"Ah, hello Hermione-chan!" he hears her
plight and nods to Sakura. "Go ahead, Sakura-chan.
I'll wait with Tomoyo-chan!" he walks off
towards the girl.
No, no carrying! She's tiny and only 5'0! Yeah, Draco's
not a big guy, but he's a little much for her. She still puts an arm under his
and supports half his weight though. She walks him towards the Infirmary
though, supporting his weight. She'll also bandage him up. Not exactly the way
she wanted to end the evening, but... *sigh* Oh well.
Ron's laughter dies down as Cho helps the lousy blond git up. Man, what does Cho Chang see in that kid? Ron
wouldn't help him up if Malfoy paid him -.-; And you
just bring it on, Mr.Four Times to the Infirmary!
He'll make it five! :p Ron's just glad Harry's not
here to see this all happening. He smiles when Hermione returns, taking the cup
from her and nodding, "Thanks.." He takes a
sip and is about to begin some insightful small talk when the girl rushes off
again. Argh, they'll never see each other at this
rate! ._. He watches her go, luckily not even thinking
about how easy it is to clean that spot. Though, he does stare curiously as she
runs up to talk to Sakura. Uhhh. okay.. o.O
Angelina might've considered it odd, Snape
talking to Hermione and then Hermione suddenly spilling something and coincidentally
heading out the same way...but of course she doesn't even notice, nor hear
Hermione's excuse, cause she's about to let loose on her cat. She stops at
Malfoy though. "Draco, I'm sorry." She looks like she means it too.
Well sorta. A bit.
"Stupid cat...I don't understand why he acted like that. Usually he's just
begging for attention." From anyone she adds silently. "Need any
help, Cho? This is my fault, I shouldn't have let him
out." Bad Orin. I'll give you a cookie later.
Sakura h-hoees
in confusion, looking down at the Hermione's dress. "Ano... oh, I know what could clean it right away, hai! I can
help!" she
nodnods to Yukito-san and Tomoyo-chan. "Ne, I'll be right back, ok?
Save me the rest of this dance, Yukito-san?" Her eyes pick up on someone watching her, and
she scans the room to find Ron's eyes looking back at her. She gives a little wavie
and then off she follows Hermione.
Orin hisses once more for good measure. Do you think he's
going to come right out all obedient like? Noooo. He slips a bit
further back under the table.
And they're off. Snape waits several minutes after the girls leave the Great
Hall; then, hopefully not too suspiciously, he sets his now-empty cup on the
nearest table and heads around and out into the Entry Hall. Here goes nothing.
Hermione smiles at Sakura's company, "Hope you're
having fun at the ball, I'll see you two later." Don't worry, I'll
have her back by
Oooo. Now people are apologizing to him, and... and... he doesn't get the
satisfaction of watching as Snape gets Hermione and
Sakura in 'trouble'. He's going to roast that cat, but for now, Draco manages
to get out a, "Don't worry about it." He's just bleeding, cut and his
head hurts like hell. "Is that cat alright?" He never knew whether or
not if it was, because the thing was gone by the time he 'came to'. With Cho's
help, he gets to his feet, slowly but surely, swaying a little as the world starts
to go round and round. @.@; Can he have a couple minutes to being used to
standing, first, before he's made to walk?
Ron blinks.. and..
waves back slowly to Sakura o.o;
He abandons his pumpkin juice, then.. watching the
girls leave. He stares at the door for awhile, frowning and becoming a bit irate.
She's late and she keeps running off. It's just not fair ._. Okay, and there
goes Snape. What? o.O Well.. maybe Snape just had to leave, but.. didn't
Ron see Snape talking to Hermione at the punch bowl..?
No, no, he was just refilling his drink.. Ron doesn't
think he said anything.. Ugh. Leaning his chin in his
palm, he elbows the table and waits. Again. Woohoo. Party hearty.
Cho shakes her head, "No, it's all right. I'll take
him. I work in the Infirmary a lot. If Madam Pomfrey
is busy I can at least get started on the bandages and any remedies he needs
for his head." She's already made headache medicines for one fellow Seeker
this week... "Thank you for the concern though." After hearing some
laughing she was beginning to wonder if anyone had any empathy for their fellow
students. It is kind of funny though, he was going to take her back to her
House Common like a gentleman, and now she's going to be half-carrying him to
the Infirmary. Yes, this night was definately doomed.
And yes, she'll let him get used to standing for a few moments. As long as he
keeps his eyes open and aware.
Angelina glances over to where the guilty party is trying
to hide...and sniffing for crumbs. "Yeah, I think he's fine," she
says with a smirk. "Hoi, Orin! Get your scruffy tail over here! What's
with you?" She takes a step towards Orin and frowns at a twinge of pain in
her stomach...uh oh. That's what's wrong with him. The girl looks around
desperately...and bolts for the exit, mumbling something like,
"Sorry...bathroom..."
Angelina watches Angelina leaving in a hurry, but doesn't
seem to make any immediate move to follow her. That's odd too, if anyone knows
his habits. The cat creeps from under the table and takes a few steps towards
Malfoy, swinging his tail. Hey there...
Orin watches Angelina leaving in a hurry, but doesn't
seem to make any immediate move to follow her. That's odd too, if anyone knows
his habits. The cat creeps from under the table and takes a few steps towards
Malfoy, swinging his tail. Hey there...
Draco just... looks completely baffled, but that's mostly
because his head is just pounding. Uh huh. o.o; Well.
Um. Take him away! He seems alright enough to head up
to the Hospital Wing with Cho, so once he has his wits about him, slowly but
surely, mostly because his head feels as though it were about to fall off, he
takes a step and then glances down. It is the e-ville
kitty. Are you planning on tripping him now, or shredding up his pants and leg?
He can't even look annoyed or angry, mostly due to sucking on his lower lip, just so he doesn't bleed all over place, like he did
when his nose was broken.
Orin mmrrow's.
Boy does he have nerve. Or not...the cat dodges away from Malfoy as soon as he
starts moving, almost teasingly. Kick him. He deserves it.
Tomoyo notices Sakura leave
with Hermione and Snape. Sah. She sees Yukito alone and waves. Yawning a bit, she makes the
motions to him as she tells him she's going to bed. He waves back and comes toward
her. She wails, however. No more footage!
Yukito watches Sakura off and
waves to Tomoyo. What the heck is she doing? o_O;; Yawning himself, he makes
his way over to her. Might as well walk back to the common
room with her.
Draco probably wouldn't be able to deny the fact that
he'd like to kick the cat, directly at Weasley so it can tear up HIS face
sounds even better then just getting the satisfaction of dishing out punishment
to an animal. He ignores the cat, scowling the best he can, before leaving the
Hall with Cho to head up to the wing, for the fourth time. Sigh. x.x
Orin darts away from Malfoy as he continues moving. Gosh
this party died fast. Oh Ron, hey Ron. I'm a cute cat, see? You smell better
than Malfoy. Purrr...he rubs against Ron's legs.