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It had taken her quite sometime to finally get her hair, make-up and any other frivolous thing girls normally do to get ready for balls. Although she had been to so many back in her childhood, Cosette wanted to look absolutely divine for the evening. Smoothing her many ringed fingers down the length of her brilliantly emerald green bodice, she smiled up at Noel, moving her arm around his as they walked over towards the Champions table. With her golden blond hair in wavy plates around her shoulders, it complimented against the green of the renaissance gown she had tailored, along with the pearl and gold necklace insignia of a large "C" laying upon her chest.
"I am zo ezited. Now we can put zoze danze lezzons to ze tezt, oui?" She impishly grinned at Noel before looking around at the rest of the paitrons of the table. She hadn't really associated herself with any of the Durmstrang champions or many of the actual students of Hogwarts. Woops. She might have to work on that maybe next term. The tournament had been a little distracting. She squeezed Noel's arm, loving the fact that he had dressed up as a King from a Sleeping Beauty and she was Queen Anne Boleyn. "Would you like zome ale, my King?" She couldn't help but get into character. It was something she had been looking forward to. Her smile never faded, seeing as she was with one of the most handsome guys in the whole castle. And the few glares she got from passing girls.
Seeing Fletcher down the table, she gave him a little wave and a smile. She hadn't forgotten her good friend who had won the tournament. He must have been busy with all girls flocking to his side. "We muzt danze ze Waltz, mon cher. Show zese common folk how it iz done!" Chuckling, she gave him a wink.
Noel didn’t mind waiting for Cosette. It gave himself more time to fix himself up. However, when she did finally come down, he could not take his eyes off her. Beaming as they made their way towards what was apparently the table all the champions and their dates sat at, he kept stealing glances her way. How could he not? How could anyone not? Though, she was here with
him so everyone else can just look away, s’il vous plaît.
Blinking finally, he smiled and nodded, not trusting his words at the moment. They’d probably come out all mumbled and jumbled together, and he couldn’t speak like that. Not in front of her and all the others at the table who…he finally noticed. Oh look, people.
A lot of people. Flipper, Rae, Monique (where was Jermaine?) and the others who he's seen, though yet to really meet.
"Oui, s'il vous plaît." He muttered, needing something to wet his dry throat. Wait, wasn’t he supposed to be asking that? Being the gentlemen and all. Umm, they had ale? Leaning forward, he quickly picked up his goblet and looked into it, taking a small sniff. Oh, no it was just... Haha. Darn. Smirking, he took a little sip, his eyes moving around to see who else was here. Well, everyone looked really nice.
What? Dancing?
"What?" Turning his attention back to Cosette, his gaze moved to the dance floor for only a moment before flickering back to his most beautiful date.
"Now? You zure you don't want somezing to eat or drink firzt, mon che-...Queen?" Right, King and Queen! Seemed to be a trend of that in here. However, he knew there was a food table around here somewhere.