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He'd arranged to meet Marie at the ball, partly because it was pointless in his eyes to meet anywhere else when they lived at opposite ends of the castle and all. The entrance hall had been his original plan but then... his stomach. His stomach had other ideas. And so it was that James S. Wilkes, hair styled, wearing leather jacket and jeans, and looking every inch the troublemaking 1950's greaser rebel, found himself at the food table. It made sense too, since it was a visible sort of spot. He could see the door and kept an eye on it, watching for his date. Jimmy was more focused on the food than the other students or their costumes at that particular moment. Food first. Then Marie when she arrived. Then others. Probably more food after that. And then dancing because secretly? He loved it. |
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Entering the Great Hall it didn't take her long to locate him at the food table. Wow, he looked HOT in leather. Taking a deep breath she made her way over to him, totally oblivious to anyone else around her. Hmm, was she late? Did she now have another reason to 'apologize' to him? She sure hoped so. |
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"Did you have to get someone to sew you into that?" Jimmy whistled at her, stepping back a bit to admire and get the full effect. Didn't leave much to the imagination even though she was completely covered up and all. It was kind of awesome. "The 'Hot Sandy' look works for you, Marie." He grinned, food forgotten for the moment. |
"Personally tailored, huh?" Well then. Clot pole and dollop head? "I guess they mean 'bothersome anonymous man', then?" Her offer of playing the good angel had him biting back a smirk and shaking his head. "What fun is a good angel, then? I rather like this one right in front of me. Even if she is a bit of a thief, and makes up words." No, no. If she changed any, she'd quite possibly be boring. And who wanted a boring Nia? Who even knew if it were possible to be a boring Nia. She was certainly one of the more interesting people in the school, and he was rather fond of her. No, he'd keep this version, thank you. His version. Hehe. 'Severe and drastic emergencies' was in dire need of being defined, in his opinion. After all, what constituted 'drastic'? What was the qualifying factors for 'severe'? "Only if havoc breaks out on a level that would personally affect us personally," he said finally. "Then you can be all prefecty. And I'd probably have to help either way, in that situation." Cos he would want to get it dealt with quickly. She was his date, so tonight she was supposed to be here with him. Not dealing with little kids having petty spats. "If a dragon or a crazed Frenchman attack the school. Only then. Otherwise, you're mine tonight and I don't care what the professors have to say about it. We're not going to be here much longer anyway." The man in the mask could be quite demanding. |
She nodded. "Of course. And only the best tailoring at that, to get just the right fit." She ran her fingers though her fringe loosely, letting it fall back into choppy layers. At his definition, Nia shook her head (fringe now back to how it just naturally fell) and chuckled. "I guess, you could say that," she answered with a shrug. "But that only suits tonight. So, its not the whole story." She had a mischievous glint in her eye. What the whole story was, Nia wasn't exactly sure herself. But if he wanted to puzzle over it, then she could humour him and go along with the flow. Well, he didn't say he wanted a goody-good angel. So Nia was taking it that she could stay as she was. A cheeky smile spread across her face, and she swished her skirt from side to side. In the process her wings moved a bit too. More a jiggle than a flutter, but at least they were still attached. Havoc? He did realise this was Hogwarts, right? There was always havoc. Though the 'personally affected' bit would narrow things down somewhat. She hadn't exactly been planning on Prefecting little things anyway, not when she was having so much fun. She could quite happily turn a blind eye there. She was about to say so, but... Was he...telling her what she could do? Her jaw dropped, and she ran her tongue slowly round her lips clearly bemused. "A dragon, or a crazed Frenchman?" she repeated, questioningly. "I assume you don't include the Beauxbatons guys in that?" she asked, eyebrow raised. Well, one couldn't be too sure. Either way, she gave a nod of understanding. She wasn't about to argue with him. She wasn't sure she could, even if she wanted to. Possibly in part due to the fact he'd just said she was his for the night. She felt the familiar warmth come to her cheeks, and a small nervous knot in her stomach. The blushing, well that was a given round Raiden. It'd happened too many times to count, really. But the lurch of her stomach? That was new. Maybe she was unsure of his almost reckless dismissal of the professors? Or the fact that they were leaving soon. For good. She looked up into his eyes. With the majority of his expressions covered by the mask, she'd looked into them a fair bit tonight, trying to read him. "I'm not sure I'm ready to leave..." she stated softly. |
"Ah, so they apply to my general existence then." He paused, considering this and trying to figure out what exactly that would make them mean. "Then I've not the slightest, what they're meant to mean. I guess you're just being a mean angel at the moment." Hehe. Oh yes, he much preferred this angel to one that would just say nice things. She was much more interesting. She was being all swishy swishy again, which seemed like it would be something that would always distract him. His eyes went down to her hands, and then moved up to the wings. Their uncoordinated movements made him want to try something, but she probably wouldn't be that inclined to let him. Hmm. "You look surprised. Didn't realise that one only needs a small bit of will to demand things, did you?" he said, a smirk crossing his lips. "I'd not be inclined to, they seem decent enough. If one were to sudden lose his mind and start hexing himself an army to attack people, then we can include them. As it is, however... I think we're safe from that for the time being." She was blushing. He definitely saw it this time, and felt the familiar flood of something akin to happiness at it. He liked making her blush. Sometimes it was a bit of a challenge, but it was worth it. "People rarely are, I think," he murmured, one hand running through his hair; he looked away a moment after she'd met his eyes, but almost immediately let them flicker back to her. "It's familiar, being here. I like familiar." |
"Something like that..." Nia tilted her head, trying to look mysterious. Or, at least, the definitions of dollop head and clot pole. She should probably think up a nifty answer in case he actually asked her directly. "Oh, I'm sure you can figure it out," she encouraged. Though, a mean angel? Huh. Whatever. She let her lip wibble for the slightest of moments, before remember she was meant to be avoiding that kind of thing. For a little while longer. As she swished, Nia considered his gaze. "You alright?" she asked, wondering what might have caught his eye. As far as she was aware, her wings were still attached, and her dress was still clean. So what had he spotted that he hadn't earlier? Hmm. She tried to look at herself, doubtfully - hoping that something awful hadn't occured without her realising it. She was surprised, that was why. "Apparently not." Though it was interesting how he used the word 'demanding'. Well, she supposed she couldn't have all the fun and surprises. It was only fair he could too. And all the better, really. "Anything else you'd like to demand from a fair angel?" she asked, returning his smirk. ...Were the Beauxbatons guys here? She hadn't yet recognised them. But with the assortment of costumes, that wasn't really saying much. But if someone suddenly did go nuts, then she probably wouldn't care too much for the nationality, and would just go do her job without thinking about it. "I'd say we are too." By Hogwarts standards, everything was going rather well despite the food fight. Her cheeks warm, Nia absentmindedly played with her skirt. She didn't want to draw attention to it. If he hadn't already noticed. But surely he had though - the pink cheeks in contrast to her pale dress would be obvious, right? She watched his hair fall back as his fingers went through it. She felt the knot in her stomach again. "I guess not," she said, thinking about her summer. A Quidditch filled one hopefully. That was why she felt she had unfinished business here. Quidditch. Specifically, the Cup. "Familiar is good," she agreed. "But so are adventures, I suppose." He'd be along for future adventures with her, right? She hoped so. And that, they could still do this, and have awesome fun. |
"Do you demand that I figure it out? Because at this point, if you commanded me to, I think I'd have no choice in the matter." Especially after that teensy little lip wibble. Raiden made a point of focusing intently on that, and then letting out a little sigh. "You'll have me completely by the end of the night, I don't doubt it. I won't be able to breathe if you don't tell me to." Was he alright? Well, that was more of a matter of opinion than anything else, wasn't it. He was pretty sure he was, but others might not be... hm. His hand lifted automatically and brushed the feathers just over her shoulder. "'m fine. Was just wondering about something, is all." He grinned, expression mischievous. Was there anything else he'd demand of an angel? Well. "You ask a dangerous question, Miss Newtington." He was really rather wishing that he didn't have to think about the idea that they'd be leaving soon. He wouldn't have brought it up, but it was a fair point; the professors shouldn't expect so much of those who wouldn't be here much longer to expect such things of. They were busy thinking of other things. Leave the prefecting to the younger prefects, and leave the rule enforcing to the staff. "Adventures are decently interesting, I suppose. I guess that's something to look forward to." He shrugged, eyes giving the room and its occupants a cursory once-over. "I'll miss it here, but I suppose it'll be easy enough to move on to something else. As long as I'm not leaving people behind." |
Nia considered the options. "I'm not going to...yet," she finally answered. "I might let you puzzle on it for a bit first. More fun." And he couldn't complain at that, because she'd said earlier she wanted to have fun. She pouted for fun as he sighed. "I'm trying, honest!" Okay, she could probably try harder...but, yeah. "And please, keep breathing. Because I don't wanna have to do CPR in the case of me getting distracted." Either that, or he'd had to ensure she didn't get distracted. Which he could probably manage more easily than he might expect. She watched his hand curiously, wondering where it was headed. And then it stroked her feathers. She shimmied, not that it did much more than make the wings bounce around a bit. "Something you care to share?" she asked. She could even guess what sort of something it might be. Had he seen someone, remembered something, wanted to go somewhere? Who knew. Except him, of course. Ack, that grin...was definitely more than a grin. There was a hint of mischievousness there. And thinking about it, she'd walked right into that one. "Depends, really." She shrugged. "But I'll take the risk of playing with fire." Because if it was that bad, a fluttering of eyelids would probably have it sorted. Only decently interesting? That defeated the ideal of an adventure. Though of course, she'd been speaking metaphorically about the future. "I won't let you leave me behind," Nia said with a cheeky smile, and poke out of the tongue. "You'll come and see me play, right?" And maybe, once she'd gotten an answer, she would go back to being oblivious to the whole thing. Because, maybe now wasn't quite the right time. |
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"Well thank you for that, at least." The young man leaned his back against the wall again, shoulders resting gently. "One might wonder about your intentions, then. Are you trying to prevent yourself from taking it, or are you pretending to do such while slowly stealing it all away as discretely as you can?" He grinned, nodding. "I'll do my best. As long as you tell me just once that I should continue to do so, I'll have no choice to do otherwise." The feathers were soft, and easily slipped between his fingers. They shifted a little, feeling the white fluffiness, before he withdrew his hand. "I think it would be interesting if your wings were to flutter, really," he answered honestly, shrugging. "Angel wings are known to do that, aren't they?" Playing with fire? Hmm, so was he fire now? That was amusing, considering she was probably the warmer of them both, with her blushy face. But he was an anonymous entity tonight, so really, he could be whatever anyone suggested he be. "Even if your wings get singed? Angels can't fly with singed wings, you know." Oh she wouldn't, would she? Well there was one, then. "I doubt I'd be able to. It's hard to let important people go." When she asked about his coming to see her play, he wrinkled his nose, and what was visible of his expression past the mask was obviously unamused. "Why would I not come see you play? If I were to do anything even remotely interesting in life, I'd practically demand you come to see it. Of course I'd watch." As much as possible. Hopefully things didn't get in the way of that. |
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"Thanks, glad you like it." She said spinning around so he could get the full effect of the outfit from all sides. She then looked him up and down from head to toe and back up to that handsome face of his. "Wow, leather really works for you." He should definitely wear leather more often. |
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Maybe he was at the food table? Thinking that he would be indulging in the chocolaty goodness, she made her way over, magnifying glass held up to her eye and her pipe, that she so proudly charmed to blow bubbles, in her mouth. Detective Destiny would solve the case of the missing Beauxbatons Champion! Or not..because he was not there either. FROWN. She would just have to go bother Carter instead. He was there..but so was Marie..and she was with the VIOLATOR!? Destiny had to help her in them pants so she could be with HIM!? Eww! "Carter!" she yelled, stepping up beside him and taking the pipe out of her mouth. "What are you supposed to be?" He was wearing rubber. He looked like he'd bounce if he was dropped off the roof. |
It was taking a massive amount of self-control not to rip off the uncomfortable and slightly itchy material off his back. What on earth possessed muggles to dress like this anyway? His neck felt cold from the gaping round-collar of the p-shirt or whatever it was these things were called, and his bottom itched from the lack of anti-itch material. How in Merlin's spotted underpants did these ridiculous people survive without magic?! As Sally walked past the food tables, he reached behind him and scratched surreptitiously. His eyes scanned the meandering crowds to ensure he wasn't being watched. But he needn't worry as they were all too intoxicated by the hormones floating around in the air. Disgusting. |
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*Gasp* A Destiny that wasn't threatening him. He looked around quickly. Phew, no Evelyn. Maybe he was safe and Destiny was back to normal. That would be brilliant. Then his life could go back to normal. "I'm a bouncy ball." he said sarcastically. "What do I look like Sherlock?" He then turned to face her. Little did he know the joke was actually on him because she was dressed like the famous detective. "I'm a surfer." he said. "They... umm... ride on water." That was descriptive enough, right? Ehh... maybe not. Best distract her. "Chocolate?" he asked holding a piece out to her. |
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Carter did NOT look like a bouncy ball. First of all, bouncy balls were supposed to be round. But then again, with all the food on the table before him, that could actually happen. Destiny pictured him swelling to the size of a watermelon, but as he called her some weird and foreign name, she was brought out of her reverie. "What's a Sherlock?" Must be a muggle thing. Destiny did not speak muggle! How many times did she have to tell this boy!? He was a surfer? That was the thing Rae was talking about! "I know what a surfer is!" she said, and pointed her bubble blowing pipe in his direction. She had seen someone do that on the muggle box when they were trying to get a point across. "They ride surfboards!" She just had no idea what a surfboard was. Hmm..was the piece of chocolate a bribe or something? Destiny didn't know, but she was not one to turn down chocolate and snatching it out of his hand, she quickly shoved it in her mouth. "So..no date, huh?" BAHAHA!! Oh..she was dateless, too. HUMPH. She should have brought her cat..again. |
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"Really?" he asked unsure of whether or not to believe the girl about surfing. Oh, maybe she did know. "Yeah. The surfboard was a little too big to bring to the ball with me." he said. Plus, he didn't actually have a surfboard with him. Actually... he didn't surf in general. This made him wonder why he had a wetsuit in the first place. Oh well... stranger things had happened. Carter smiled as she excepted the chocolate. Yup, same Destiny. "No." he said running a hand through his hair. He didn't even bother trying to find one. It seemed like very little of his friends returned this term... and those that had returned were mad at him over the whole love potion fiasco... until now... "What about you?" he asked. He looked around. No cat. Maybe she was there with a person. Or maybe she was there on her own. (That was a step up from bringing a cat, right?) |
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Or maybe she'd ask Noel..if she ever found him that is. "Yes really! Rae was talking about it. She says we are going to surf in the lake." A much better and safer plan than a waterslide on the moving staircase, that's for sure. An eyebrow raised as he mentioned that he had a surfboard. SWEET! Now they didn't have to go and find out what the thing was; they could just steal and duplicate his. She had no idea he was lying about having one. "How big is it exactly?" Would it even fit in the lake!? Would she even be able to carry it!? Sweet Merlin, maybe surfing was not a good idea. She'd have to talk to Rae, but she was over there with swishy-haired Fletcher. Destiny didn't think Carter would have really answered that question. It was quite obvious he was dateless, which was why he was over there indulging in food. Only dateless people did that..alone. "Nope. Me either. I tried to dress Sly up, but when I went to put him in his bumblebee costume, he hissed and ran off." Booooo! |
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for anyone XD Kurumi, who had made a mad dash under the table when Dragon Lady had showed up to break up the food fight, came slowly crawling out once she had gone away. Kurumi was half surprised that everyone in the area had not been turned to stone - the potions mistress was one scary lady. |
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Kurumi's eyes began to water. She never would have suspected that food at the costume ball was going to do something weird. First canary creams, and pepper imps, now neck-growing cakes?! |
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