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May 24, 2019 7:54:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 24, 2019 7:54:07 GMT -7
Priscilla Rosier knew that her life was about to change even sooner than she had originally thought. As strange as it sometimes was to think that she would be married in only a few months, she was genuinely looking forward to it. It didn't concern her that she was just sixteen, really. Even by high-society standards, it was a little bit earlier than the usual timeframe for marriage, but she knew that her parents and Riley's parents knew what was best.
With only a week to go until their big party at Madam Puddifoot's, Priscilla was more concerned about the preparations for that than she was about the masquerade ball. If there was a better occasion to remind the school of the most adorable couple at Hogwarts, though, she didn't know of one. Valentine's Day, as she had managed to convince Riley, was their time to shine. (Until they had their own party to host, at least.)
Not wanting to ruin the surprise of what she would be wearing to her engagement party, she had decided on one of her gowns from the previous year. Everyone who was everyone would have seen her in it already, although it didn't exactly matter one way or another. Either she would have her mask on and be impossible to tell apart from everyone else was wearing a dress, or she would have her mask off and outshine them anyway.
She had lost track of Riley among the crowds of masked students. It was almost surreal to think that she would soon be calling him her husband, she thought, removing her mask and setting it aside so that she wouldn't have to go to the trouble of asking around for her fiancé and getting nowhere. Unfortunately, with a party such as this one, there was no telling who was who. That also meant that Priscilla was largely having to go by people's outfits to determine whether or not they were of her ilk.
It was getting ridiculously boring, hoping that Riley would catch sight of her from wherever he was and ask her to dance. Anyone who wasn't a Mudblood would have been acceptable to her, at this point, provided that they didn't step on her feet.
Outfit reference: Dress
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Aug 12, 2019 18:33:10 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2019 18:33:10 GMT -7
He always enjoyed the festivities that were allowed upon the grounds of the school, whether they were social events such as a ball or a tournament of sorts. It was a means of connection, to socialize. To get to know one another and even though Sebastian wasn't one to just make connections upon a whim, he was also the type that enjoyed the company of others. Be it for one night or amusement purposes, it didn't matter. Adjusting the silver deviled mask that hid his upper face, his gray eyes observed the students that were amongst the floor. Drink in hand, he tapped his finger upon the rim of his plastic cup. The punch had an odd hint to it, a hint that quite possibly it had been spiked but there was no telling for sure. Ah well, he'd take the chance on if it would mess him up now or later. As he knocked the rest of the punch back and tossed the plastic cup away in a bin beside the table where the concessions were, he pushed through the crowd. Already getting bored with the whole event. But as he pushed through the crowd, he accidentally shouldered into a female that had just taken off her mask. Catching her before she had fallen, a chuckle escaped his lips as he set her right before tilting his head to the side. Well, well, well... He thought as his gray eyes skimmed her attire, before returning to her face. Taking in the soft and feminine features of her face. "Terribly sorry, love."
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Aug 12, 2019 19:01:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2019 19:01:12 GMT -7
What Priscilla hadn't expected as she stood around was for anyone to be so clueless as to where they were walking that they would physically bump into her, but that was precisely what happened next. She felt someone's body ram into her shoulder and bristled as they put her back in place, as though she had been some sort of doll that they could maneuver at will. "Terribly sorry, love."
Even if she couldn't tell who it was from the enchanted mask they had on, she wasn't exactly thrilled with them, whoever they were. It didn't matter that they'd apologized. They could have avoided the whole scene if only they'd been more careful, and Priscilla didn't think that it was up to her to have to avoid people who were walking around. It wasn't as though she had been standing in anyone's way. She just wanted to dance with her fiancé, although she was certain that she probably would be bruised now.
The Ravenclaw made a point of dusting herself off, glaring at whoever had just run into her as she did. "You should really mind where you're going," she scowled.
@sebastian Outfit reference: Dress
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Aug 12, 2019 19:24:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2019 19:24:29 GMT -7
The annoyed glimmer set within the little brunette's eyes caused the Gryffindor to flash a charming grin as she dusted herself off. Giving him quite a glare, which only resulted in him to draw his hands away. "You should really mind where you're going," "Why would I mind if I'm bumping into pretty things such as yourself?" He asked, before drawing his hands up in mock surrender as he took a step back from her. Casting his gray gaze over the peers that were nearby, his shoulders lifting to a simple shrug as his gray eyes returned to the Ravenclaw before him. Due it being an accident, Seb didn't feel that he was in the wrong for accidentally running into the girl. Yet she was acting as if it was his fault that he had tried to get past her in an attempt to leave this sham of a ball, but he was still here. Rather bored and in that boredom, his mouth seemed to move before his thoughts did. "Did your date bail on you?" He asked casually as he pulled his enchanted mask off, no need to wear this at the moment if all he was planning to do was leave. Staring at the metallic mask now in his hands.
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Aug 12, 2019 19:54:50 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2019 19:54:50 GMT -7
"Why would I mind if I'm bumping into pretty things such as yourself?" the person who had run into her quipped. Clever, Priscilla thought, unamused by the comment. She knew that she looked good. That was sort of the point, and whoever had rammed into her and then manhandled her upright again was lucky that they hadn't ruined her outfit in the process. She wasn't sure how—given the mask dilemma—but she would have found a way to make them pay for any cleaning or repairs to her dress, had that happened.
"Did your date bail on you?" the person asked. With their mask removed, too, Priscilla was able to realize that it was Sebastian Savage. Well, as unhappy as she was with him, at least he was another pure-blood and not a Mudblood.
"It's terribly challenging to find my fiancé—" Priscilla emphasized in correcting him "—when everyone else is wearing those masks, Savage." She rolled her eyes. "I don't know whose idea those were, probably Lockhart's," she added, "but they're awful."
@sebastian Outfit reference: Dress
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Aug 12, 2019 20:20:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2019 20:20:07 GMT -7
"It's terribly challenging to find my fiancé—" He grinned at her emphasis when correcting him, gray eyes flicking up to look at her with a smirk. "—when everyone else is wearing those masks, Savage." His shoulders lifted into a dismissive shrug as he tapped his thumb upon the tip of his mask's nose. "So much so that you almost thought I was some mudblood or blood traitor? Now now, little Ravenclaw. I'm sure your fiancé is amongst the riffraff." He chuckled as his gray eyes descending upon the crowd once more, tossing his mask over his shoulder. "I don't know whose idea those were, probably Lockhart's," "More than likely, this after all is his little sham of an event. Is it not?" He asked with a tilt of his head. "but they're awful." "They are, but until you find your date. Would you grace me with a dance?" He asked with a low bow, playfully holding out his hand for her to take as he gave her a winsome smile. "In my attempts to make up for my lack of watching where I was going." He included, nodding to her pastel pink dress that seemed to be unblemished. Now that would have been a disaster if he had still had his punch in hand.
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Aug 13, 2019 7:13:20 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2019 7:13:20 GMT -7
Sebastian called her out on having thought that he could have been a Muggle-born or a blood traitor, at which she shrugged. "I can't be too careful," she noted with a shrug of her shoulders. Her SPMH work was the exception to the rule, and, besides, it wasn't as though she wasn't "friends" with Oona O'Toole, who was as Muggle-born as they came.
Tossing his mask over his shoulder, Sebastian chuckled, then he cut in to say that it was "more likely than not" that the masks were Lockhart's idea, considering that it was his party—or, perhaps more correctly, "his little sham of an event."
Unfortunately, too, Gilderoy was in Ravenclaw, which probably explained how he had decided on the enchanted mask idea. It wasn't good enough that they could just wear masks; no, they had to wear ones that kept everyone but the school's staff from telling people apart.
"They are, but until you find your date," which Priscilla knew that Sebastian was saying purely to spite her after she had already corrected him once, "would you grace me with a dance?" He bowed and smiled at her as he held out his hand, somehow suddenly regaining the decorum that he had lost upon running into her. "In my attempts to make up for my lack of watching where I was going."
Priscilla nodded. She didn't really have anything better to do until she figured out who in the crowd was actually Riley Fudge, and there was likely no better vantage point than the dance floor. "Thank you," she said with a forced smile as she accepted Sebastian's offer and took his hand.
@sebastian Outfit reference: Dress
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Aug 14, 2019 2:00:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2019 2:00:57 GMT -7
A chuckle escaped his lips at her stating that she couldn't be too careful when he insinuated that she more than likely assumed he had been some Mudblood or Blood Traitor. Which he didn't blame her, they weren't exactly important or at the top of the totem pole of power. Nor a blip of interesting, but he disregarded his thoughts upon the mugglebred. Best to not waste brain cells upon the less fortunate. As he tossed his mask over his shoulder, he playfully spited her by calling her fiancé her date as he gave her a suave grin. Holding out his hand as he bowed to her. Asking the Ravenclaw to dance. His grin only broadened as she nodded, accepting his request. "Thank you," She spoke, a smile forced upon her rouge lips. His fingers curled around her petite hand, pressing his lips to her knuckles before he sat upright then. Drawing her close to him as his other arm wrapped around her waist, the hand that he had offered entwining with hers. "You should learn to jest more, love. I'm sure a genuine smile would look ravishing upon that pretty face of yours and not the one you are forcing." He observed with a broader grin, leading her across the dance floor before he nodded to the peers that were surrounding them. Dancing as well. "So fiancé, I take it that you and this bloke are betrothed?" He asked curiously, providing small talk.
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Aug 14, 2019 8:27:21 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2019 8:27:21 GMT -7
Sebastian kissed the top of her hand before moving her into the proper frame in which to dance. "You should learn to jest more, love. I'm sure a genuine smile would look ravishing upon that pretty face of yours and not the one you are forcing," he commented, though Priscilla wondered why he was so concerned. She would smile when she wanted to smile, thank you very much, though her facial expression did soften as she and Sebastian began to dance.
"So fiancé," Sebastian began. "I take it that you and this bloke are betrothed?"
"I take it you don't read?" Priscilla shot back, her tone unfailingly cheerful for such a comment. She wouldn't have been surprised if Savage didn't actually read; he wasn't in Ravenclaw like she was, but surely he was joking. Both her family and the Fudge family had been very public about the whole thing, and the entire school—Muggle-borns, blood traitors, and all—had been invited to attend their engagement party which would be happening at Madam Puddifoot's in a week's time. "Of course Riley and I are betrothed."
@sebastian Outfit reference: Dress
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Aug 15, 2019 1:48:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2019 1:48:14 GMT -7
"I take it you don't read?" A sly smirk played upon his lips as he casually shrugged, his grey eyes sweeping over the others dancing amongst them. "Mmm... should I, love?" He asked with an amused furrow to his brow. "Life is too short to have one's nose always stuck in a book, wouldn't you agree? Though I'm guessing that this was some tabloid in the Daily Prophet. In which case, no. I find engagements and marriages rather dull; boring in aspects." It was a matter of his opinion, after all, he was pretty sure that if anything his father already had a betrothed set up or in the process for he and Emery. "Of course Riley and I are betrothed." He twirled her around and brought her closer to him, a brow quirking as his lips curved into a sultry smile. "You don't say? Betrothed and dancing with another man because you cannot find him amongst the crowd," He paused gesturing toward the guests around them with their masks wrapped tightly around the upper parts of their faces. His grey eyes looking down at her as he tilted his head to the side. "And yet, he hasn't stepped in... in fact, he hasn't come forth at all. Are you so sure he came at all?"
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Aug 15, 2019 7:39:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2019 7:39:14 GMT -7
"Mmm… should I, love?"
He was speaking with a Ravenclaw, so, yes, as far as Priscilla was concerned, reading was important. Some people assumed that she was stupid because she was pretty and wealthy, but she knew better than that. It didn't take just anyone to be Sorted into Ravenclaw, though she couldn't say the same for Gryffindor.
She began to think that maybe Sebastian Savage deserved to be among so many blood traitors, too, when he brought into question whether or not Riley was even there. Priscilla was dancing with Sebastian and not Riley—as she so clearly recollected—because she had been asked to dance only moments ago, and she had accepted.
"And yet, he hasn't stepped in… in fact, he hasn't come forth at all. Are you so sure he came at all?"
Priscilla wasn't going to listen to Sebastian if he was going to try to plant doubts in her mind like that. She placed more force than was probably necessary on the Gryffindor's upper arm he paused their dancing, and she looked around at the crowd for Riley. "When he realizes that I took off my mask," she reasoned, moving to try to force Sebastian back into their frame, "he'll be more than happy to dance with me." Riley was probably just hopelessly searching for her in a sea of dresses and magically unidentifiable faces.
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Aug 19, 2019 15:01:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2019 15:01:55 GMT -7
His blue eyes fell upon the hand that rested upon his upper hand as she applied force enough for him to stop as he watched the brunette crane her neck toward the waltzing crowd. "When he realizes that I took off my mask," Causing his own to follow hers with a simple tilt of his head as she continued to dance with him, though he kept himself at a "proper" distance as it seemed she wanted. "he'll be more than happy to dance with me."A scoff escaped the Gryffindor's lips as he twirled her further into the sea of masked faces and sparkly dresses. Using the push of the bodies to apply himself closer as he gave her a clever little grin before his shoulders pulled up into a casual shrug as his blue eyes fell down to the small Ravenclaw. "Are you trying to say that I'm a terrible dancer, love? I have you know... I took lessons that weren't exactly ideal to be able to charm gorgeous women such as yourself as well to have the etiquette to being a proper pureblood. I'm sure your beloved betrothed will cut in at any given chance the moment he finds you, until then. Darling, perhaps you should enjoy yourself? The night is still as young as we are."@priscilla
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Aug 20, 2019 12:03:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2019 12:03:52 GMT -7
"Are you trying to say that I'm a terrible dancer, love?" Sebastian questioned her before going on about whatever etiquette lessons he had taken. "I'm sure your beloved betrothed will cut in at any given chance the moment he finds you, until then. Darling, perhaps you should enjoy yourself? The night is still as young as we are."
"I never said that you were a bad dancer, Savage," Priscilla pointed out stiffly, holding her tongue from saying anything regrettable. Now that Sebastian was just going and putting words in her mouth, he did sort of deserve it. It wasn't exactly a shock that she would have preferred to dance with Riley, her future husband. Sebastian probably would have understood, Priscilla thought, if he could actually get a girl to look in his direction. At least he hadn't stepped upon her feet.
She paused a moment and quirked an eyebrow. "Did you take those lines from Malecrit, by the way?" she asked of his overly poetic way of telling her to enjoy herself. If it wasn't something from Hélas, Je me suis Transfiguré Les Pieds, she'd be damned.
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Sept 13, 2019 14:48:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2019 14:48:24 GMT -7
"I never said that you were a bad dancer, Savage," His lips pulled upward into a smile as his shoulders lifted and fell, her tone was what stated otherwise. Though he took a gander that she was one of those Ravenclaws that thought highly of themselves because of how "intelligent" they appeared to be. But anyone could pretend to be anything. Seb was just a nice guy, well.. sort of. It was never his fault if one did not understand his articulation of words or knew he was indeed interested in the other party. But he let it brush off his shoulders, after all, it was a night of fun. Right? As they waltzed amongst the others, his blue eyes surveyed the flutter of skirts and masks. The thrumming beat of the slow music guiding his feet to the tempo of the song as his attention slowly drew down upon the little Ravenclaw with similar-colored eyes. "Did you take those lines from Malecrit, by the way?" He tilted his head to the side before he slowly shook his head. Rather amused with her bewildered expression. "Actually, no. Amusing you'd think my perfectly articulated words would be ripped off by a man whose name literally translates to poorly written and here I thought we were friends, love. I best keep my wits end about you, it would seem you're more of a stick in the mud then I realized. Perhaps I should gander a fancy toward one of the other dames in this little ball. Perhaps one would be nicer to me and leave you festering over the thought that your fiance isn't hithering to your side as you wish."@priscilla || sorry for the wait!
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Sept 20, 2019 18:42:36 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2019 18:42:36 GMT -7
“Actually, no,” Sebastian answered her with a shake of his head. He added that it was amusing to him that she thought that he would have taken those words from someone whose name translated into “poorly written”, and here he had thought, Sebastian went on, that they were friends. The fact that Malecrit’s name could be translated as such wasn’t her fault, Priscilla knew, nor had she meant it as a jab against the older student—at least, not in that sense. It was merely a coincidence. No, she simply thought that what he was saying was awfully flowery for him, yet she listened as he argued that she was some “stick in the mud”. “Perhaps I should gander a fancy toward one of the other dames in this little ball. Perhaps one would be nicer to me and leave you festering over the thought that your fiancé isn't hithering to your side as you wish.” Priscilla rolled her eyes, more forceful than necessary with her movements as they danced. “You’re more than welcome, Savage,” she smiled at him. He wasn’t all that impressive, himself, though it was clear that he thought of himself as being much more interesting than he was. Still as poised as ever, she tacked on, “It wouldn’t hurt you to take your wand out of your arse, either…”
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