[Great Hall] The Tournament Ball (For All)

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace walked into the beautifully decorated Great Hall laughing at another of Jac's brilliantly funny family stories. Grace was ever so slightly self concious when she saw how nicely dressed everyone else was. Her three quater purple boobtibe dress hung loosly off her hips but was generally tight, emphasising her curves. But yet she was still a little nevrous. Jac was as confident as always, Grace envied her so.

Then Grace spotted Girty, looking stunning in a perfect shade of yellow, Dax and Bog. Grace ran towards them and flug her arms around Bog's neck. She kissed him on the cheek and let go of his neck. She smiled at him then turned to Girty. 'Girty,' she said smiling, 'you look absolutely gorgeous!' Then, surprising herself, she gave her a hug too. Standing back a moment, Grace got the feeling she had interupted something. Shrugging, she wrapped her arm around Bog's waist, hugging him to her, then added to Girty, 'have you danced yet? I haven't missed it, have I?'

[Girty Hubbles]

As Dax continued to lead Girty around in a dance floor she heard a familiar voice float towards her. With a small smile Girty looked around to see Grace walking towards them, kissing Bog and then before Girty could react they were embraced in a hug. Breaking free Girty could not stop herself from laughing, the dance floor was slowly filling up so Girty though no one would mind her stopping for a moment.

“Why thank you…but you look incredible too. And no you have not missed much. Well I do not count dancing with Dax as much.”

Girty looked over her shoulder and shot him a small smile at Dax, who’s face was one of pain and embarrassment. With a small sigh Girty tunred back to Grace and Bog.

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth's dream appeared, Grace finally entered and upon realising his mouth was hanging open he firmly shut it, licking his lips as his mouth became instantly dry, gulping fresh air he murmered "cor blimey," his heart was melting like fresh snow upon a summer glade. He had noticed her entrance straight away, having been waiting in nervous anticipation the whole time, and of course she hadn't disappointed. As he squrimed and readjusted his robes unnecessarily even going to the extent of asking in a hoarse whisper "am I presentable Girt?" In comparison to Grace he was looking entirely shabby in his opinion, though in reality he really didn't look so bad.

Grinning sheepishly and kissing her back with a gusto as they embraced, though he was reluctant to let her go, he murmered "you look lovely" into her ear and squeezed her tight a moment. Looking worriedly at Dax he made a gesture of complete fright with the expression upon his face quite a sight, as Grace and Girty hugged. Beaming and thinking himself the happiest man alive he took hold of Grace once more having eyes only for here. In fact a rather glazed and far off expression had been predominant since her entrance. Laughing at Girty's comment Boggleworth chuckled and said dreamily into Grace's ear "you're far better than incredible." Shaking himself and feeling rather foolish for being so distracted, he smiled yet more broadly coming back to the present; he knew nothing could ruin this moment.

"We can still dance my dear!" he chortled now more full of life and leading Grace onto the dancefloor "go on Dax bring Girt too!" he chorused lightly taking Grace's hand, but then looking into her eyes he became hopelessly lost once more, nearly tripping over his own feet, "whoops," he muttered grinning and deciding to draw Grace in closer for now, her eyes especially seemed to be having an adverse affect upon him. Smirking with happiness he led Grace around gradually slipping into the movements and moving more effortlessly about, he was a reasonable dancer when he put his mind to it. "Ah Grace," he murmered simply.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean smiled "Sure... I warn you though, I'm not the best of dancers" he laughed and twirled Emilia onto the dancefloor with a wave to the girl.

[emilia]

Emilia just smiled..
"It's ok, I will teach you"
She said with a chuckle

It was a slow song, so she took his left hand and put it on her waist
"There, that stays there."
She talked as if she was talking to a child..
"And we put our hands together like this.."
She took his right hand and put her fingers in between his.
"Got that?"
She said smiling and laughing a little...

[Mozess Mirari]

Mozess had to fight hard to keep from laughing at Zachary's nervous display. She was doing her very best to try and make this as normal an event as ever there was at Hogwarts, but for someone as calm and collected as Zach usually tended to be, she couldn't help but find this a bit entertaining.
She finally released the built up hilarity of the situation as a dignified cough as he dragged her onto the dance floor.

She bit the inside of her lower lip, again trying to keep from bursting out laughing as the dance began. She raised an eyebrow noting how he avoided eye contact with her, and was slightly thankful for it. She couldn't be sure what color her eyes were without a mirror, but she could only imagine that they were bright pink with amusement and embarrasment of the situation.

She stepped as lightly on the floor as possible, trying her hardest not step on his feet, or give him the chance to step on hers. She could only hope that they would not have the chance to find out what kind of disaster that would be.

She turned her head slightly to see the Hufflepuff champion and her date step away from the dance floor. She smiled, this would be the perfect chance to escape this entire fiasco, but then as she looked back to Zachary she got a better idea. She leaned in slightly and spoke just above a whisper, "Shall we show this lot just exactly how good Slytherin is?" she asked, a mischevous sparkle creeping into her eyes.

[vanessa]

Vanessa lingered at the far wall, leisurely watching the champions dance awkwardly with their audience watching. She had only been at Hogwarts for less than a week, and each day had been spent in the library sorting out books by author.

Brushing some of her dark hair out of her face, which was let out of its usual pony and hanging just below her shoulders, she looked over at the tables. Her own list of names was still unmarred, as she hadn't found any of her allies yet, and she let out a long sigh.

As a slight prude, Vanessa's outfit was a simple button-up beige shirt and a navy blue skirt. She seemed a bit out of place, not sure if it was because of her plain dress or the fact she was a completely new face.

Leaning back against the wall, she continued to scan the Hall.

[Ella Malfoy]

Ella arrived into the Great Hall. It was the second time she had seen it, and now it was more breathtaking than the first time she'd seen it. But although the hall was wonderful, she still couldn't help but feel uneasy, but of course, she had a reason. She had just transferred and knew absolutely nobody at all. But as her parents had told her many times before, Malfoys never back down. They always stand tall and proud. So thats what she was trying to do, although all she wanted to do was go back to Beaxbatons...but her parents wouldnt ever hear of it.
So she dressed up and came of course, although she expected it to be a lousy time. She wore her hair curled as usual, but made sure it was perfectly in place and added a bit more curl for the occasion. Her shimmering dress was bought as a gift from her mother just for the occasion. And she wore her mothers earings for a touch of something. She looked around once more, trying to find a place.

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace could not stop smiling because Bog was being so cute about seeing her again. It had been a long time, thing's were going crazy but now she could forget that madness and simply enjoy the evening.

She let Bog lead her onto the dance floor, grinning at everyone who was watching. She put her hand on Bog's shoulder and felt a change in him. He was over the moon and his supercilious smile supported that assumption. Grace could not held but smile right back at him. His joy and elation was infectious. She moved gracefully with him, floating on a cloud.

[Jac Shaw]

Jac and Grace had spent the early evening preparing for the ball as girls often did and became more and more excited for it. There was still the question of a date (even at this stage, a bit into the ball) but Jac was confident she would find someone. She had decided to play her colours down: her hair was dark, almost black, and pinned out of her face but so that it hung loose; her simply cut red dress hugged her body comfortably; and her eyes were a stunning emerald green. Grace would not stop complimenting her on the way she looked but Jac couldn't help envy Grace.

As they entered the Great Hall Jac stopped, completely oblivious to her abandonment. The general splendour of the hall was breath taking and she felt honoured to be such a part of it as she was. She looked at all the people who had already arrived and suddenly was overcome with a sense she had not felt before: she was shy.

She went to the drinks table and got something, she wasn't sure what it was but it didn't matter. She moved to a table and sat down, hurriedly drinking. The drink was finished, now what? She spun around in her chair, looking at everyone she knew. Grace and Bog were already dancing and she, a Quadwizard Champian didn't even have a partner. Jac sighed heavily and crossed her legs, leaning on her propped up elbow. I'm already over this, she thought, sadness consuming her usually happy eyes.

[Ian Gray]

Ian set down his own butterbeer and pried Loren's glass away from her hand, taking a generous sip. With a smirk, he handed it back to her, "I'm sure Felix is fine," he said reassuringly, screwing his face slightly at the sour taste of her drink. "He makes more noise himself than this ball, I reckon." He added with a small chuckle, admittedly having grown a bit fond of their pet.

Looking over to the couples, Ian suddenly raised his eyebrows as Dax's distinct voice ran along the Hall. Ignoring it tactfully, he looked back at Loren feeling slightly awkward and watching her fuming form. "Yeah, I'm not too eager to dance honestly," he said, chewing his bottom lip. "Not even these robes can hide the hideousness of my coordination." He grinned, vaguely aware of the champions walking out onto the floor.

Though, he saw Jac-- the Gryffindor champion of whom he actually had a button of in his trunk back in the common room-- sitting at a table rather than dancing in honor of Gryffindor. Tilting his head to one side, he raised an eyebrow and nodded over to her. "Hey, Loren," He noticed Dax wandering off the dancefloor, and thought it'd be the perfect time to give the odd pair their privacy. "I've decided to dance after all," he grimaced slightly, and added, "Wish me luck, and save me a dance, aye?" He gave her a friendly smile before making his way over to the tables.

Sitting down across from Jac, Ian sent her a slightly embarrassed look while running a hand through his hair. "You know, Jac," he said teasingly, "You might just define the phrase, 'better late than never'." He grinned and held out a hand, offering a dance.

[Zachary Daniels]

Zachary imagined how foolish he looked staring at his and Mozess' feet and finally dragged his eyes to her face. He raised an eyebrow at the bright pink tinge that was swimming with the usual mischievous sparkles of green in her eyes. It was so odd that he smirked slightly as they danced, looking back at their feet.

"Show them how good we are?" He said, watching as she moved lightly across the floor. He felt her lean in, and his eyes looked back at hers inquiringly. "I know that look in your eye, Mirari-- Merlin knows I've seen it enough to know you've got some wicked idea in your head. Definitely wicked if it involves more dancing." He added dryly, though visibly more comfortable than he previously had been.

Clasping their fingers, he looked behind him to see Girty and Dax exiting the dancefloor and smirked. "Alright Mozess, but keep in mind my dancing abilities are limited."[/color]

[Prof. Allion Vickers]

Allion watched airily as the students began to depart, the crowd thinning around him. "Looks like a sober Professor is hardly as exciting as one that can barely stand," he said with an amused look toward Starsmore.

Pouring a thin trickle of the potent potion into the glass of water, he placed it under Jon's nose. "Come on, now. Drink up. I know it tastes like rubbish, but hardly as bad as your breath right now, I'd say."

As he waited for the Professor to take the potion, Allion took a glance around the Hall, feeling the goblet being impatiently tugged from his hands. The champions were dancing awkwardly, like teenagers often did, and Allion smirked, his dazed eyes continuing to trail after the strange couples.[/color]

[Prof. Jonathan Starsmore]

Jonathan croaked indistinctly as Allion's starry voice drifted out of nowhere, his hands gently tugging on his shoulders as he tried to rouse Jonathan from his near-coma state. The music was so loud now it was making the blood in his head throb, and although Jonathan was enjoying the dull sensation he could not help but frown as Allion's preternatural chime seemed to triumph over the dull roar. 'Allion, please! Let me die in peace!' He snapped as he was at last thrown upright.

Allion was smiling at him with an amused expression, a goblet of something or other being presented to Jonathan in his hand. 'Cure?' He demanded suddenly, grabbing the goblet - along with Allion's fingers - and bought it to his lips, guzzling it greedily. Several mouthful sloshed down the front of his robes and over Allion's hands, but Jonathan did not seem to care.

Looking around, Jonathan saw that Girty and several other people had vanished from the table. For a moment he was thoroughly insulted, but upon seeing them flinging themselves about on the dance floor, he clapped loudly, shouting taunting abuse at their terrible moves.

[Prof. Allion Vickers]

Allion lurched forward, watching with dismay as the strong-smelling liquid spilled onto the sleeves of his robes. Jon obviously didn't care as he continued to gulp down the concoction greedily, his eyes becoming clearer-- though as the Defense Professor suddenly stood up straighter to jeer at the students Allion was beginning to think that slumped up on the floor was a better state for the man.

"Always setting quite the example, aren't you, Jon?" Allion smirked amusedly, settling down in a chair and cleaning his robes with a quick swish of his wand. They were a bit worn at the edges as they had been stained with a strong-magical substance, but Allion seemed uncaring as he placed the vial back in his robes.

"I think they're doing rather fine." He smiled at a clumsy first-year pair that were dancing gingerly with one another, and sending the other, obvious, bashful looks. "The tournament should be interesting. I do believe even I can't tell who will win," he joked, sending Jon a smirk as the man continued to flail his arms and yell at the fumbling students.[/color]