 Aslan and Althea (I WAS INVITED), Madelyn Made of Awesome | Ern-la the Best-wa | TZ's Apogee
If a certain Ellsworth Bott Toussaint had been in attendance at this gala (and really, she was through her sister-in-law on the Board of Governors), she'd be appalled at the way Katy Toussaint stomped down the gorgeous staircase, swishing the skirt of her dress a bit violently with one hand and clutching the frosty bright drink she'd snagged in the dining area with the other. No holding onto the railing. Railings were for quitters.
At the bottom of the staircase, the agitated Slytherin ignored the happy dancing couples, scoffed openly at the professors looking hopefully to be approached by polite (POLITE) students, and rolled her eyes at some ickles. Nope, nope, and NOPE. Instead, she resumed her stomping in the direction of two older girls, girls Katy actually admired a great deal and who she felt might be the only people she didn't want to murder at the moment. No. Boys. No.
"Hold this, please," she thrust the frosty drink at Althea and Aslan, trusting one of them to take it before she let go of the stem. Perhaps more appalling than the stomping, Ellsworth Bott Toussaint would have a genuine heart attack over how Katy then hitched up her dress to remove the wand from her thigh holster. "Sweet Circe, that's better. I was about to blow off a butt cheek. Hi! You ladies look marvelous. Don't you sort of want to strip off your clothes and throw yourself into the lake, though?" No? Just her? Give back drink, mmmk?
Will looked like a waiter. He was sure of it. Like some guys looked amazing in suits and tuxes, and some looked like the help. Will Healy happened to be the latter, and he was feeling pretty sure someone was going to tip him and ask for help finding their coat in a few minutes. That was the sort of crap the Brits did for fun, right? Mock a guy for trying?
He stopped fidgeting with his clothes once he had entered the ballroom properly, opting instead to gape at his classmates in their fancy get-up like the Boston rube he was. Some of these dresses... and actual tuxedos... and wow. Wow.
Like Aslan. Wow. He moved on, though, since that prickly pear gave up porcupine vibes and he wasn't in the mood for rejection. He turned his attention to Madelyn, who was more a cuddly bunny and never rejected a guy in her life. Or at least, she didn't go around stabbing them through the ego like some people.
"Hey, Blondie. Let's boogie." He offered a hand to Madelyn and wiggled his fingers at her. "Please, I mean." Manners.
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