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Post by stephaniebones on Dec 12, 2008 11:33:55 GMT 1
Steph waltzed into the hall, narrowly missing various tables with her exceptionally large skirt. It was a little excessively poofy, but Steph liked the clothes which stood out. Darius gave a soft squeak behind her ear, and Steph stroked his back. She'd tried to leave him in her four poster bed curtains, but he'd refused. Silly little microbat. It was going to be far too loud for him. Maybe she could drop him off in the dorms part way through - she knew when he was upset, Darius had a habit of biting her ear when he wanted attention when he was upset.
Despite all this, Steph was psyched to be at the Ball. Not only would she be dancing to a good band - one her Pa's company represented - but there was a possibility she'd be dancing with Charlie Jones. She'd always thought him slightly cute, but since the other day on the lawns that feeling had gone from slightly cute to downright adorable - and it had alarmed her a little how much he'd been on her mind. Steph hadn't quite got round to asking him to go together, but she knew he'd be there and she was going to ask for a dance.
She stopped in a little clearing of sorts and looked round for him. She spotted Ame and the rest of the Quidditch team, and then on the opposite side she saw Charlie. She wanted to go talk to Ame and the guys, but she wanted to talk to Charlie more. She could drop in on the Quidditch team later, she wanted to talk to Charlie. After having made up her mind, Stephanie navigated her large skirt through the already moving crowd. She grabbed to drinks on her way.
Once by his side, Steph tapped Charlie's shoulder. "Thirsty?"
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Post by charlie on Dec 16, 2008 21:51:03 GMT 1
Charlie had been loitering around the entrance to the Great Hall about five minutes before the doors had even opened and he'd been feeling a bit self concious ever since. Not that this was, in itself, an unusual thing for Charlie – hell, he was always paranoid about pretty much everything so really he should be used to it by now. Unfortunately this wasn't quite the case and Charlie found himself wondering why he'd even decided to turn up here of all nights. He didn't do well in large crowds and he certainly hated dressing up – not that he'd gone to any real effort, but at least he had an excuse should anyone ask (“I'm here as a Muggle!”) - so this was kind of the worst night of his life, really.
The real reason he'd turned up? Because it would have been expected. The few friends he felt he had were the ones to pester him, to say “Oh, Charlie, everyone else is going to be there, surely you don't want to stay in the common room all night by yourself, do you?” The answer to that question was yes, actually he'd find he quite enjoyed staying in the common room by himself but he wasn't allowed to say no, else they were probably all going to murder him. Well, not literally, but he hated to be tickled and he could sense the thinly veiled threat of lung-aching tickling that hid behind their words.
As such, it was at this point that Charlie was now feeling rather stupid, standing around in creased trousers and a shirt with some flimsy little mask on his face while he watched the other people skirting round him. The worst part was that he couldn't recognise anyone – he was terrible with faces and voices at the best of times, so when everyone was wearing a mask, well... He was kind of screwed from the moment McGonagall had announced the damn ball. He shifted nervously from one foot to the other, torn between sticking around for a few more minutes and leaving when someone tapped him on the shoulder rather unexpectedly. Charlie, true to form, jumped out of his skin and nearly knocked the drinks from the girl's hands (just how she'd tapped him on the shoulder, he'd never quite know) before looking at her and having his mind draw a blank.
Oh, crap.
He really wasn't good with faces or names at the best of times, so he was going to have to be as subtle with finding out who the hell this was as possible. He didn't know many girls, but that didn't really narrow it down any – it could at least be Lucy or Steph, which was just... argh. How could he tell? For all he knew, they'd dyed their hair for the ball. Besides, he liked both (Steph a bit more than Lucy, cough cough) but he wasn't sure he was quite in the right state to be talking to either. He was already feeling a little flustered amongst the crowd.
Cheeks red, he grinned and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. ”Um, yeah, a little. Are you alright?”
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Post by stephaniebones on Dec 19, 2008 11:06:52 GMT 1
Steph almost giggled at Charlie, but she bit her lip. Something told her though that laughing at Charlie wouldn't be the best thing. He looked uncomfortable enough as it was. But she wore a grin as she held the drinks back a little. "Careful Charlie!" She said, not really warning him more just joking around. She hoped he saw it that way, he looked a little nervous. Did he recognise her in the Hallowe'eny get up? Possibly not, it was a little OTT - but so was Steph.
A smile played across her lips as she handed the second drink to Charlie. "I' m good yeah, cheers. I like your outfit. You a muggle?" It was one of the better outfits really. She could have sworn she saw someone dressed as a werewolf - man that suit must be as itchy as a flea ridden dog! Less really could be more in some people's case - simplicity worked well on Charlie. Of course, she loved to be over dressed - her overly large skirt should be proof of that. But that was Steph all over; dressing to match her personality. In other words, a little crazily.
Darius squeaked in her ear, and for once Steph chose to ignore him. If he really wanted her attention he would bite. She was too busy trying to figure out a way of getting Charlie comfortable enough so she could ask him to dance. The music was really good and she wanted to dance with him so badly. And she would have to ask, it wasn't as if he was going to. Not that she minded, Steph didn't feel it would be a knock to her pride or anything. They were living in a modern world and whatnot.
She was a little at a loss what to say though. Steph, the girl with a million words, was struggling to speak. Somehow garbling about random nonsense wouldn't really help Charlie's nerves. Instead she ended up talking about their trip in the mud. "Sorry about the other day. I really need to keep my nose out of my books sometimes!"
((ooc: apologies for @/" mixups... stoopid school computers. My friend was hovering over my shoulder and told me I had to get 'flea ridden dog' into the post, so yeah!))
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