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Taking a deep breath, Maya smiled a little and sort of stared when he or she mooededed. "Thankyou." Polite, yes? But she turned her attention back to the precious tortillas and grabbed at them like a savage. There, safe on her plate. SAFE! Totally calmer now. "Are you...enjoying the ball?" Yes yes, it was good to socialise with the students a little. Let them know the staff was there... to make sure they didn't do anything odd. Hehe. |
Nia gave a small nod, laying her hands over the skirt of her dress and smoothing it out. She raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure he is," she said slowly, almost carefully as watched his hands find their way to his pockets. It was...confusing. "Indeed, I believe I was the one running overtime. My wings didn't want me to fly." Talking of wings...she watched his gaze move to them, and moved slightly so he could see better. Feathery pretty wings. She'd gone for a simple outfit, but a flattering one. Or, at least she hoped so. It seemed to fit in about right with the others in the room, anyway. She wanted him to be glad he was at the ball with her. Not embarassed. "A girl," Nia repeated, "Pretty, and an angel?" She swallowed slowly, pretending to look thoughtfully around to find such a girl. She'd caught the hint though. She'd been called an angel only once before. After the second task. Oh, it was a subtle, clever hint that she'd never have got without confirmation of seeing the eyes too. He seemed to like riddling her. A smile threatened to flicker across her lips, but she managed to hold her expression. Her cheeks might have warmed slightly though. This, this was fun in itself. "I'm not sure I can help," she said after a short while looking puzzled. "But...maybe you might have seen tall, dark, handsome man. Quite possibly enjoying time out of the spotlight." As in, the spotlight of being a Champion. Metaphorically, or literally. |
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He really wasn't in the mood for chatter though. That was the whole point of this costume. Being able to HIDE. His fellow professor didn't seem to realise she was talking to a colleague though, so that was a bonus. He didn't want Hecate to find him. Another glance at the staff table. EEK. "Uhhh.." Sage squeaked, not wanting to talk and reveal his identity. It would be rude to turn around and run away though, wouldn't it? He should just ... stick to character. Right. "MooOOoOOoooOOOoo!!!" He.. well, moo'd again. Moo'd and nodded. Translation: I'm having a good time? Hm. |
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Kita turned round to see someone greeting Lavi and wished she could disappear. There was nothing more awkward than standing there whilst someone you don't know greets someone you were talking to. She was glad about the introduction, though, even if she was put in the spotlight a bit. "Hi Evan," she said, waving, "Nice to meet you." She smiled. |
The first year looked around kind of nervously. As if she wasn't a shy person to begin with, she couldn't even begin to recognize half the people in the room. She walked aimlessly to the table and grabbed one of the small snacks offered. |
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Well, atleast the moo was a bit more colorful this time. "Yes, indeed." the Mexicana shoved a piece of chicken into her mouth, chewing it as she glanced at whoever was under that costume. "Well..." She should go, si? Obviously this person didn't want to speak to her in a human language. "Have a...good evening." Whoever you are. And she turned towards the table again, hoping to get some of those beans she'd seen. And maybe some sallad. And more tortillas. Hmmm... |
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"Maybe he's the cow," he suggested, eyes flickering back to the costumed person being harassed by the CoMC Professor. She was kinda... attacking the food? It was a bit worrisome. Hopefully the poor sod in the suit would be okay. "If he's inclined to hiding himself. Though I would suppose that attracts a good deal of attention." Cows were uncommon at Hogwarts, after all. Cow costumes were only slightly more common. As much as he wanted to pretend he was someone else tonight, the young man couldn't hide his habits. One hand slipped through his long hair and touched the stud in his earlobe. It was one of the few things on his person that wasn't black, though he'd had a black stud to put in there. It was a clear, shiny diamond stud, though nobody would see it for his long hair being in the way. Worked for him. "What good are wings if they're not being helpful?" They should flutter. That would certainly make them a lot more interesting than they already were. "Yes, an angel. A pretty, warm angel." She totally knew it was him. There was no way she didn't, now. She was playing along with him, surely, because Nia was smarter than he. Visible parts of his face carefully blank, his fingers dropped away from his ear and his arm hung at his side. "Hmmm. You can't see her? I think I can." Nia was as much of a flirt as he was. Merlin help the world when she let loose on the men outside of Hogwarts, there would be none left for the other girls. "I don't know about that... There's quite a lot of young men about tonight." Though the part about enjoying being out of the spotlight... at the moment that was ridiculously true. It would be nice if he could remain so, for tonight. One of the many reasons he didn't want to sit at the Champions' table. |
"Hmm...maybe, but I think he'd be a bit more of a reptile if he dressed up as an animal," Nia said, looking back over to the where the person in the cow suit was having a conversation with the Care of Mag-... Or not, as she quickly turned on her heel with a plate of food. "I should think it does. Certainly one of the more unique choices of outfit." Though the banana costume, that had to come right up there too. As she turned her head back, Nia caught sign that she had got the right guy. They said everyone had a 'tell' of sorts. A habit. Something you did in a certain situation. Not that she could see his ear, with that long hair. But the position, and lack of another reason meant he was most likely to be fiddling with an earring or stud. And subconsciously, she ended up mirroring the action, with her own earring. If she could have seen his, she would have noticed the similarity in style - as she was wearing a pair of silver studs set with a clear crystal. She chuckled. "Not a lot," she answered, her lips turning upwards into a smile. "And they were being decidedly un-helpful. I mean, wonky wings would be useless practically. You'd just fly round in circles." At least they were sorted now. Shame they didn't allow her to fly though. That would have saved time down the stairs. They were cute though. Warm now too. She blinked. He was referring to her blushes, right? Which meant he was on top form. The problem was, now she had realised that, she was threatening to break character. He had such an advantage wearing mask! Especially with her history of blushing. Around one particular person. At a ball. She tried to focus on his next words, and in the process ignoring the flush of blood heading for her cheeks that may or may not show visibly. Hopefully with the low lighting it wouldn't. "Oh," she said, looking behind her, and taking the opportunity to look away and fix her facial expression. "I don't think I can. Maybe you could point her out?" And then, her turn to play a bit more too. "Lots of young men, yes. But only one quite like him." She tilted her head, looking at him. "Respected. Clever. Sly. A leader, hidden in plain sight. Evidently well disguised." |
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"'s he a slimeball, then?" The question was innocent in tone, but his lips threatened to tug into a smirk. "It's certainly a bit too noticeable for my taste." She was copying him. He watched her hand mirror his own, copying his own habit, and the shadow of the smirk finally appeared. Was she copying his movements on purpose? His eyes lingered for a moment before he looked away. "Or into walls," he added helpfully. "There's always that possibility." Wonky wings were indeed no good. Birds with wonky wings couldn't even fly sometimes. Hmmm. Had the boy been looking at her face, and actually looking, he might've caught that ghost of a blush. And it might've made him grin. But he hadn't been looking, eyes focused on the dance floor and those milling about out there. A wasted blush, how sad. This game was amusing, and almost made it work having come to this ball. She was actually making him enjoy being here, a little bit. At her next words, he gave his right hand an imperceptible flick, and wordlessly conjured a little mirror as the wand slid into his fingers. Without a bit of hesitation, he smoothly pushed it back up into the holster. Eyes still on the people shifting around the dance floor, he held the small, palm-sized mirror up in front of her face. "Do you see her now?" Unseen under the mask, one eyebrow raised. "You're exaggerating, I think. Quite a bit." |
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"What gave you that impression?" Nia exclaimed with a look somewhere between disbelief and mock horror. "Scaly, perhaps. Slithery, even. But certainly not slimy." And far from a slimeball. As for his taste in costume, well...of course she already knew that. Hehe. But she was pleasantly surprised in his choice. And how it complimented hers. Realising she was mimicking him, Nia's eyes widened slightly, before she casually ruffled her hair and let her hand drop to her hip. "A more painful possibility," she noted with a wince. But honestly, flying and bruises? All came with the Nia's territory, really. Just ask some of her teammates from her younger days. "Maybe, it's why I've been...grounded...this year," she added softly. Some birds were just born to fly, afterall. She looked at him, intrigued. She had barely had a chance to see the wand or movement to recognise it. And was soon faced with her own reflection. He was good. How was she to get out of this one? This thing (game? battle of wits?) they had going was fun. She couldn't concede just yet. "I see me. And well, my costume," she started, honestly. "But whether that is your angel, how can I be certain?" She eyed him, a sentence of logic being woven together in her mind. "Since you're lurking to one side of the room, you could be wishing me to see the people on the dancefloor without being quite so obvious as turning round. In which case, I'd conclude you're holding the mirror at slightly the wrong angle, or wishing me to see the cow-person once more." Hehe. She paused, before shaking her head. Her word was all truth. "I wouldn't say so. But I'd be interested to hear where you think I'm wrong. And why. Assuming you know who I have in mind?" |
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The young man shrugged one shoulder, a careless motion that bounced the mirror in his hand slightly. People tended to believe the worst of Slytherins, so why not play right back with their misconceptions? "People tend to think that reptiles are slimy, is all. So if he's meant to be a reptile... you could be saying he's slimy." He paused, eyebrow once again arching unseen. "Obviously though, you're too smart to make such ignorant assumptions about creatures." She meant Quidditch. Poor little grounded birdie Nia hadn't gotten to take off and fly all term, had she. Least not in the way she really wanted. Because of the tournament. He almost wished she'd had her Quidditch season. She really did deserve it. "'s not possible to lurk on both sides of the room at the same time," he pointed out. "One can't be everywhere at once, after all. One will always be either to one side, or right in the middle." As for the last thing she said... his lips tugged up on one side, and he dropped the hand holding the mirror. Fingers smudged the surface of it absently as he turned it in his hand, the action barely noticeable. "A cow is not an angel." Nor could he see any angels from his current vantage point, but who was really looking. "I think I do know who you've in mind, which is how I know the exaggeration. Clever he is not... and the respected bit is stretching it too. Though 'sly' I'll give him, he can be terribly sneaky when he so pleases." Eyes flickered toward the Champions table. "And a leader, definitely not." |
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