dancing in the dew drops | TABLE TWO! |

[THERESA JAY KELSEY]

theia bit her lower lip as she glanced over herself in the mirror, her slight hands going to smooth down the creases in her long shimmering emerald dress. it was heavy, and fell in great volume about her, tucked in tight at her small waist before flaring out to the very tip of her toes, hiding the plain ballet flats she'd simply thrown on for comfort - nobody would see them anyway, what did it matter? she had never worn a dress quite like this, the fabric smooth, soft but unbelievably weighty, and it was already getting in her way whenever she tried to move, sometimes her toes almost tripping over the edges. she did love it though, and it was perfect for this.

she'd told nobody she was going, and she wished to keep it that way - until she supposed the moment of relevely - that midnight hour when the clock would strike twelve and send that ultimate resonating tone throughout the castle. only then would someone know she had even gone to the ball. she'd told her friends it would hardly be exciting, much beneath the popular theresa kelsey. but in heart she'd wanted to go, she just hadn't told anyone about changing her mind...

she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, chocolate gaze taking herself in critically and deeming herself almost ready. she pulled at one curl slightly out of place, tucking it back where it should be and then going to pick her olive mask up from it's resting place on her bed. she turned back to the mirror to take care in placing it well enough to hide her face. the long black feather arched over the top of her head, and down one side of her face, shadowing it and immediatly giving her some loss of identity. the mask around her eyes added to it, and so certainly she would be hard to place. the green of the dress had brought out green flecks in her chocolate eyes, changing the colour just slightly enough so that perhaps her most recognisable feature - those warm brown eyes - may not link someone to this female within the eleogant green dress...

her reflection allowed herself to smile slightly, before she checked the time and noted it was about right she left now so as not to be too late. she turned away from her full length mirror and grabbed two handfuls of her skirt in each hand to avoid tripping over the hem, descending the stairs slowly into the common room to ensure there was nobody about. indeed it was emty and she gave a small exhale of relief, hurrying across it and out of the door, along the corridors toward the place the masqurade ball would be held.

she entered the hall slowly, eyes peering out from her mask as she was given a number. table number two it appeared. theia could only cross her fingers and hope to god that she wasn't put with someone boring.. or a gryffindor..or another girl - she didn't get on with other girls very well, and she hardly felt up to putting on a facade of being the girls new best friend... at least if it was a guy she could flirt, that came much more naturally to her. then again, something about theia was apprehensive, and she wasn't quite sure how this was going to go, she thought that perhaps, as nobody would know it was her, she could afford to let her guard down a little.. perhaps finally show more of the theia she really was. maybe..

she pulled out one of the chairs - facing the doors so she could see the entire room and every student who'd enter. theia couldn't help but take this position of power, it was natural to her, to take it... she had to be in control at least a little. she bit her bottom lip once more, shaking her head slightly and reprimanding herself mentally for doing so - it was a rather bad habit of hers, and made to sit, gathering her long heavy emerald skirts around her to do so. she smoothed them out in almost nervousness. theia, nervous - yes it so happened - and she relaxed into the seat, eyes luxuriously glancing about as she waited for whoever had been chosen to sit with her this night, to make an appearance...

[ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER]

Originally Albus wasn’t going to go to the Masquerade ball, but somehow when talking to Dunstable one day, the two of them convinced each other to go. So now here he was standing in front of the mirror looking at himself as he put on the last touches of his costume. He was wearing a tux, but it had a bit of a fuzzy front to it, more of a tux from back in the old days, like older than his grandparents’ days. Then he picked up his comb and ran it through his hair to make it sleeker. He had to add a lot more gel than most as his hair had a tendency to get messy on its own, just like his fathers. But he didn’t want anyone to know that it was him while he was at the ball, he hadn’t even told Scorpius or Theresa that he had planned on going. It was pretty much a last minute thing that him and Dunstable had decided to do.

Once he figured he looked decent enough and unrecognizable he headed on out of the common room and to the Great Hall where the ball was being held. He took his number and then went to go and find the table that he would be seated at; curious as to who he would be paired up with. He just hoped he wouldn’t get paired up with someone so hot headed or a blood purest because he knew that it would end in a fight in the end.

Once he got to the table, he stopped in his tracks. The girl he was partnered up with was, well breathtaking. Who was this girl? Had he seen her before and just not realized until now how beautiful she was? There was also something oddly familiar about her, but he passed it off as they probably just happened to walk by each other one day in the hallway. “Why hello there,” he smiled a half crooked smile showing that he was indeed a bit nervous to be around someone so beautiful.

[THERESA JAY KELSEY]

she'd been looking the other way when he entered, her eyes caught by a couple of the girls dresses. most of them seemed to have gone for long dresses, but not many of them had kept to the theme of an old masquarade ball; theia's dress was specifically the correct time period, then again that was kind of due to her need for it to go perfectly, but most girls seemed to have just gone for some modern kind of dress. theia glazed over the colours and designs, loving her own dress too much to apprechiate the others - feeling as though she was 'cheating' on her dress by thinking the others pretty. theia was very much about fashion and her clothes and looking good.

so as she wasn't looking toward his direction she only noticed him when he was standing right there. “Why hello there,” she blinked, caught slightly unawears and turned her head toward him, feeling her heart skip a beat as her eyes glazed over him. he was handsome, there was absolutely no denying it, and though something about him seemed familiar.. something about those eyes, his stature.. she couldn't put her finger upon it - and that, coupled with the fact that this ball was supposed to be about mystery and all - she didn't bother to try and figure it out.

"hey.." she said quietly, smiling lightly. yes.. theia smiling.. not smirking. well, she was having an off-night. she thought, seeing as this was all mysterious and such, she figured she could afford to let out some of her nicer side, just a little. you never know, perhaps she'd make a new ally or something. "nice to meet you," she grinned lightly, her usual confidence leaking out as she offered him her hand to shake, shifting in her seat slightly and looking ath im.

[ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER]

“hey..” Albus smiled at her as well, the girl really had such a pretty smile and her dress as well as mask were absolutely amazing. Yet there was something oddly familiar about her eyes, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he figured he wait until they had to take their masks off to see why her eyes seemed so familiar. “nice to meet you,” he watched her grin again as she held out her hand and then Albus took ahold of her hand and shook it lightly. “It’s nice to meet such a lovely girl like you,” he blushed lightly before letting go of her hand. What had gotten into him? Normally he wasn’t like that towards girls, especially towards ones that he didn’t know. But there was something about this girl, and yet again he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“So since this is a dance, would you care for a dance to perhaps kill some time and get to know each other?” she asked shyly as he blushed some more before holding his hand out towards her in hopes that she’d accept it and he could bring her right out onto the dance floor. As he waited for her answer he had quickly took a glance around and noticed not all pairs were girl and boy pairs. Some were males partnered with a male and same with the girls being partnered with girls. Well he was kind of glad that he got partnered with a girl, if he had been partnered with a boy he probably would’ve taken a seat and wished he had never decided to come to the Masquerade Ball. But instead here he was waiting for the beautiful girl before him to accept his request to dance with her.

[THERESA JAY KELSEY]

“It’s nice to meet such a lovely girl like you,” when he blushed she did also, ducking her head slightly, hair tumbling forward over her shoulders. what was with her? within three seconds of this handsome guy's company, she was blushing and unsure of what to say. she was never usually like this - ever. oh she would blush with compliments if the guy was sincere enough.. but usually around someone with good looks, she'd be confident, flirtatious.. respond to their quips and shoot some back. she was just like that - well, unless she was with someone of course..but never usually the blushing, blundering idiot .. like some silly, innocent little hufflepuff.

she didn't know what to say in return, so she stayed quiet for the moment, the light rosy tinge to her cheeks saying it all for her. as her eyes glanced back to him from behind the olive green of her mask, she traced his features in the hope that she could unravel the mystery of his identity.. she knew it could ruin the surprise if she figured it out, but though the sharp line of his jaw, the chiselled cheekbones, angular nose and clear eyes were something rather familiar to her, the mask hid too much of his face, and the smart clothes were something she'd never seen on a hogwarts student.. the slicked back hair provided trouble too, and so she couldn't quite grasp his name, though something remained on the tip of her tongue.

“So since this is a dance, would you care for a dance to perhaps kill some time and get to know each other?” she glanced at the unknown boy as he stood, holding out his hand to her, and she allowed a smile to pull her lips upward as she placed her smaller hand in his. she felt a surprising jolt shoot up her arm at the contact, and she blinked, the surprise evident in her eyes as she glanced at him, then pushed it aside and made to stand, his larger hand warm in her own. "i would love to dance," she said with a half teasing grin, eyes sparkling as she looked at him and made to step toward him, waiting or him to lead the way.

[ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER]

“i would love to dance,” Albus smiled as he took ahold of the young lady’s hand, carefully leading her out to the floor so that they didn’t bump into anyone. He noticed that her hands were quite soft and warm in his, as if they fit perfectly together. He quickly shook that thought from his head. What has he thinking? He didn’t even know who it was he was dancing with so how could he think that?

Soon they were out on the dance floor and he felt his heart skip a slight beat as he put his arm around her waist for the two of them to begin slow dancing to the current slow song that happened to be playing. He took this time to study her a bit more. Those chocolate brown curls were so familiar and then those eyes, he felt he had looked into them before, but who? Why was he trying so hard to ruin the surprise? Wasn’t it supposed to be more fun to find out who this beautiful girl was that he was dancing with at the end of the night? “I see you went with a much more traditional masquerade ball style. It looks nice, I wish some of the other people had as well, it’s a bit strange seeing the masquerade masks with this time’s clothing, don’t you think?

[/color]” he asked her casually as he slowly lead her around on the dance floor, going in time with the music. It was actually thanks to his mother that he knew how to dance. He was glad that his mother taught him many things as it always seemed that his father was more keen on teaching James how to do things. Well then that just meant that Al was a better dancer than James.

He actually caught a glimpse of where his brother was standing. His partner didn’t seem too happy with him with the way she was looking at him. Albus smirked, glad to see that there were others that couldn’t stand his huge ego. He wondered if his partner even realized she was paired up with James. He actually felt a bit sorry for the girl, especially with how dressed up she looked as well in her Renaissance style dress. “Looks like there are others that get annoyed by James as well,” he chuckled lightly to the girl he was dancing with. He hoped that she wasn’t one of those types that were head over heels for his brother.
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[THERESA JAY KELSEY]

she weaved through the people after him, ignoring the looks they were getting for being one of the first couples onto the floor. she hadn't meant to think 'couple'..and she hadn't meant couple as in... togehter - obviously, she didn't know the boy despite what her head and strangely her heart was telling her - but the way it had sounded in her head...she held back a frown and mentally shook it off, detirmined not to start over thinking things right now as she paused infront of him as they made it through the crowds. her heart jumped slightly, goose bumps appearing slightly on her arms when one of his warm, large hands went to her small waist, and she placed her own free hand upon his shoulder, feeling the strong muscles shifting slightly beneath his jacket.

she moved in time to the music with him, not meaning to and yet finding herself drawn closer to him, the fabrics of their clothes almost touching as she gazed up into those strangely familiar eyes of his. “I see you went with a much more traditional masquerade ball style. It looks nice, I wish some of the other people had as well, it’s a bit strange seeing the masquerade masks with this time’s clothing, don’t you think?” she smiled lightly at the compliment then inclined her head in agreement. "i thought the whole idea was to get into the masqurade era... most seem to have thought this was a time to show off as much of their..assets..as possible." theia rolled her eyes. whilst she agreed with the whole 'if you've got it, flaunt it' theory, sometimes there was a time and a place... a formal masqurade ball was not the time to go wearing some skimpy little outfit you may as well not have bothered to wear at all..theia had more class than that at least.

she caught her partners glance toward a familiar boy on the side of the dance floor and her top lip curled reflecively. she couldn't looked at the older potter boy without disgust. “Looks like there are others that get annoyed by James as well,” theia smirked also, shaking her head slightly and looking up at the familiar-but-not-familiar boy she was dancing with, already putting him higher on her respect scale for disliking james. "oh that potter boy is hardly as liked as he enjoys to think.. it wouldn't surprise me if he'd made up half the names of his 'friends' or 'ex girlfriends'." she said with a roll of her chocolate eyes, turning her head away from potter...she didn't want to think about him or look at him when she was very much so enjoying the company and looks of her partner instead.

[ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER]

“i thought the whole idea was to get into the masqurade era... most seem to have thought this was a time to show off as much of their..assets..as possible.” Albus smiled, glad that she wasn’t the only one that had thought that as well. He tried to find a tux that had best matched the era as well. However it seemed that when it came to males, the clothing didn’t change a whole lot throughout the years. He was back to looking at the beautiful girl he was dancing with, ignoring the fact they were one of the few slow dancing out on the floor. He didn’t care what others think just as long as the girl he was with was having a good time.

“oh that potter boy is hardly as liked as he enjoys to think.. it wouldn't surprise me if he'd made up half the names of his 'friends' or 'ex girlfriends'” he was starting to like this girl even more. Even she disliked his older brother as well, that was always the best thing in a person for him to get along with. Though he didn’t want the topic of their conversation to be of his brother and how much they disliked them. If James overheard them, it’d probably inflate his ego even more. So instead Albus just smiled and nodded in agreement with the girl before let her out for a light twirl and brought her back in. “So, what do you do for fun?

[/color]” he asked her casually once they were back in position to continue on slow dancing around the room. He had this sudden urge to learn more about this girl, but why was that? Was it perhaps because he felt something about her? Did she remind him of someone? But who did she remind him of? None-the-less, in a way he wanted to show James how you really treat the person you are partnered up with. After all he was already doing better than James seeing as his partner hadn’t yelled at him yet.
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[THERESA JAY KELSEY]

when her partner smiled, theia couldn't help but smile back and notice just how cute the guy was when he smiled. she tried to place it - that upward curve of his lips - but she couldn't.. she was sure she recognised that smile..but she wasn't one to study someone's lips - the eyes...damn it who did they belong to. theia couldn't help but wonder how far away midnight was...yes she was having fun and she enjoyed the msytery, but she was enjoying the boys company so much....and she was sure she recognised him. a name at least would be helpful .. at the very least just so she could have something to call him instead of 'boy' or 'you' or something.

as he smiled once more she grinned, unable to help the faint blush on her cheeks - surprising her. she twirled out as he moved, reluctantly releasing her light hold on his shoulder to turn in the dress, before turning back toward him and sidling close once more. her hand moved gently back to his shoulder and without realising, she found that thier bodies were now lightly pressed together, and she wondered if he could feel the hammering of her heart. yes guys had made her feel like this before - flutters in her heart and a blush on her cheeks..but this felt different - sweeter, more pure. she never normally felt the flutter of her heart just from the gently touch of a guys hands on her waist and in her own...or a blush from the simplest of smiles. she found it confusing but at the same time, refreshing.

“So, what do you do for fun?” the question caught her a little off guard...she'd found herself gazing into his eyes without meaning too, and she quickly blinking and looked away, another blush tinging her cheeks. "for fun?" she paused and tilted her head slightly to consider thing. "well i actually quite enjoy jogging.." she grinned lightly, knowing that she hardly seemed the type - especially not to the people who knew her. she was this high classed, fashionable woman who liked wearing heels and skirts and hated having a hair out of place. but actually..she loved running...loved the freedom of it..much better than flying. sometimes she'd transform into her animagus form and take off really running - there was much more power and speed in a tigress than with two legs...but she tended to take to that only when there were few peopple as possible around. "and yourself?" she asked lightly, wishing to hear more about him.

[ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER]

“for fun?" he watch her tilt her head slightly, she actually looked quite cute with that look. "well i actually quite enjoy jogging..”
He smiled, he also loved to jog as well, it was one of the first things he did when he got up in the morning, earlier than his two best friends. He knew they often thought he was crazy that he woke up that early, but it was just what he always did. There were times he tried to get the two of them to join them as they were both on the Quidditch Team, but neither wanted to get up that early and Scorp was always a mess if he didn’t have his morning coffee. Perhaps he should try and wave a cup of coffee in front of Scorp next time to get him to wake up.

“and yourself?” he was brought back to reality realizing that they were mainly only dancing in a small circle. Sure his mother taught him how to dance, but he wasn’t sure how this girl would take it if he started to try and do the tango or something, so he just decided to twirl her out and catch her again as he twirled her back in, before dipping her slightly. “Well…

[/color]” he said lightly as he brought her back up from the dip, watching her chocolate brown curls fall easily back into place. “I enjoy playing Quidditch. I also jog myself, around the lake early in the morning,[/color]” he said lightly as he went back into step dancing them slowly around the other people that were out on the floor. "Do you like Quidditch?" he asked her curiously, though he had a feeling she did as it was very rare to run into someone that disliked Quidditch.
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[THERESA JAY KELSEY]

she didn't mind that they didn't dance all that much. she wasn't much of a dancer herself; though she'd never admit it...that would involve telling people she had a weakness, and though dancing may seem a trivial weakness, it was one at least. but she could dance in basics, and so as the boy - her partner - led them in a small circle she happily obliged and followed him. she knew that the woman was led by the man, and though she was a strong, confident woman she didn't mind so much in this instant - at least this meant she wouldn't be treading on his toes or anything ..all she had to do was follow suit.

“Well…” she dipped gracefully as he moved her, bending back slightly at the waist and thanking silently that she was flexible. she rose once more to stand straight, not once breaking eye contact with her partner. perhaps it was strange but she couldn't help it...his eyes captured her gaze and held her there...unlike any guy before. sure, she'd flirted - quite a bit - over the years, and she knew every look a guy could give, knew all about lust or infactuation and all that jazz..but this was different. something about him..compelled her, and it both interested and scared her.

“I enjoy playing Quidditch. I also jog myself, around the lake early in the morning,” she gave a light smile, nodding slightly and taking in the information, storing it away to remember for another day. a day that perhaps they might meet again without the masks. oh yes, she was planning on reveiling herself..and hoped he would do likewise...but at the same time she hoped she would see him again..wondered if just maybe...maybe..this might possibly be leading somewhere. "Do you like Quidditch?" she pulled herself out of her thoughts and gave a small nod and grinned lightly. "yes..to an extent. i'm not quite so keen on playing it.. but i'm happy to cheer my friends on when they play. don't tell them i said it but...they're really rather good." she said lightly, with a small joking roll of her eyes. she knew if scorpius at least had heard her say that it would have gone straight to his blonde head...albus was always more modest...but still. boys were boys...compliments usually went to their head some way or another.

[ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER]

“yes..to an extent. i'm not quite so keen on playing it.. but i'm happy to cheer my friends on when they play. don't tell them i said it but...they're really rather good.” Albus smiled at her as he carefully took her around another couple that happened to be dancing nearby them. He didn’t want to accidently run into them so he carefully danced the two of them away from the couple. He was glad that this girl liked Quidditch, seeing as he was becoming rather fond of her. He knew that it would be hard for him to get along with someone who didn’t like Quidditch seeing as he was the captain of the Slytherin team. He debated telling her that she was a captain, but that would pretty much give himself away as there were only two male captains in the school, him and Seizel. And he was pretty sure that he didn’t really look like Seizel at all.

“Nothing wrong with not really liking to play it. I know someone who is afraid of flying but loves Quidditch. She keeps up on all of the teams regularly,

[/color]” he smiled lightly thinking of how annoying Aubrey got a times when she was around since she was dating Scorp and all. He tolerated her and listened to her babble on about how each team was doing and then gloat a bit because her favorite team was pretty much a shoe in for the Quidditch World cup that coming summer. “Do you have a favorite Quidditch team?[/color]” his of course was the Chudley Cannons, you could perhaps say it was thanks to his Uncle Ron that he grew to love the blazing orange jerseys of one of the worst teams in the Wizarding World. But they were getting better, perhaps maybe next time they could get further to the top. He highly doubted they would make it to the actual Quidditch Cup anytime soon though.
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[THERESA JAY KELSEY]

“Nothing wrong with not really liking to play it. I know someone who is afraid of flying but loves Quidditch. She keeps up on all of the teams regularly,” theia grinned lightly and nodded, yeah she guessed she was kind of like that. she didn't hate flying particulary, and actually she was an alright flyer - it was the height...she couldn't get over the height. her parents had wanted her to be 'perfect', and at a young age brought her and broom and all but forced her onto it. she might not have been so afraid of heights if she'd been able to discover flying in her own time..but no...her father had forced her onto her first broom and forced her to fly. she'd fallen...not too far but enough to scare the crap out of her - and since then any height hasn't particulary thrilled her.

she guessed if someone helped her out she could get over it, but she didn't like to tell people her fears. she couldn't afford to show weakness...weakness was for loosers and theia had to win, everytime...because her parents had pushed her that way. she bit back a sigh and shook away the thoughts, not wishing to waste such a good moment on thinking about her damned parents. this was...well one of the best nights of her life she had to say. her partner was being a perfect gentleman..usually the guys she was with were all flirt and no chivalry. it was nice to dance...to relax within an unfamiliar yet somehow safe hold and just...talk.

“Do you have a favorite Quidditch team?” she smiled lightly and gave a small laugh, ducking her head slightly in faint embarrasement. "does the slytherin team count?" she asked, shaking her head slightly. she didn't really know many quidditch teams out there, accept she thought albus' had something to do with orange..a rather ghastly colour but nontheless...made them stand out she supposed right? still, above all she did support the slytherin team..both scorp and albus were a part of it; what with albus as captain and all...and she was a very proud slytherin. why not support it? even if they couldn't go to the world quidditch cup as participants.

[ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER]

Albus thought it was kind of cute when she ducked her head in embarrassment. “does the slytherin team count?” he smiled at her as they continued their small slow dance in a circle now that they were away from that other couple. “I don’t see why not,

[/color]” he said a bit happily. He liked it that her favorite team happened to be the team he was captain of. Perhaps this girl was a Slytherin, maybe that was why he recognized her. Though he still couldn’t pin point a name to her.

The song had changed to a bit of a faster song, yet still a slow one so Albus picked up his pace a little bit. He actually liked the music from back in the renaissance era, it was a bit soothing and relaxing for him. “Besides it seems like they are a shoe in for the House cup, too bad they can’t go on to the World cup,” he smirked lightly. It would’ve been pretty neat if house teams could be in the Quidditch World Cup. “I think they should consider having one for all the Wizarding schools. We always play pretty much the same three teams every year, wouldn’t it be neat if we could go against Durmstrang?[/color]” he thought out loud before twirling her out once more, watching her dress float while her chocolate brown curls shimmered in the candle light as she twirled back into her arms.

He then dipped her again, only this time he dipped her a bit longer, gazing into her warm brown eyes as if searching for the person behind the mask. Their faces were mere inches apart and he could feel her breath on his lip. He felt connected to her for some reason, but why was that? If she was someone he really knew shouldn’t he have recognized her? It had to be the mask, perhaps it was enchanted to make it so he couldn’t recognize her at all. He wouldn’t be surprised at all if Kingsley came up with that and made sure that somehow the room was enchanted so that while masks were on you didn’t know who it was you were with. He could feel his heart begin to pick up speed and still he hadn’t moved from this pose, still holding her as he looked down at her. The way the candlelight reflected off of her beautiful face only made him want to look at her more. What would he do if perhaps he decided to kiss her? Would he smack her? Should he even try? He was sure it was close to midnight and their masks would soon need to come off, but he wanted to kiss her before the masks came off. Why was it? Did she feel this too? Especially since the small gap between them seemed to be getting smaller?
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[THERESA JAY KELSEY]

“I don’t see why not,” she grinned and looked at him, glad that he wasn't going to scoff at her for saying that. then again she shouldn't have doubted the guy...for whoeever was behind the mask he certainly was playing nice; being all chivlrous and making this night one of the better in her life. whoever he happened to be, she was glad she'd met him, glad that they'd been put together tonight. she wondered if he was a fellow slytherin, though she couldn't tell if she'd seen him around..the mask she gathered that was what it was - making it difficult. odd how obscuring half your face could make you appear so different...

as the song picked up a little and so did her partner, theia quickly tried to match him, finding that oddly, things seemed effortless within the guys gentle, warm hands, and without meaning too she found herself closer to him than before, wher ebefore there had been a breathes width of space there now was none. she hadn;t meant to..but she felt so protected, so safe and ..welcome in her partners hold. as if the fact that she wasn't really loved by any didn't matter...you couldn't blame her for wanting more of the boy for making her feel so safe.

“Besides it seems like they are a shoe in for the House cup, too bad they can’t go on to the World cup,” she grinned and nodded, thinking once more of her friends. "they sure do.." she said, hoping that their next game would not involve her playing the keeper. she really had not been all too brilliant; not that she'd ever admit that out loud. “I think they should consider having one for all the Wizarding schools. We always play pretty much the same three teams every year, wouldn’t it be neat if we could go against Durmstrang?” she grinned once more - odd how he made her smile so much - and nodded. "i was just thinking that.....it would be pretty cool." she said, thinking about how brilliant it would be to go over to durmstrang and watch them compete with hogwarts...though rivalry perhaps wouldn't be the best idea until they'd established more friendship between the two schools? if that was at all possible.

as he dipped her once more she bent back willingly, a light smile upon her lips as her eyes caught his gaze and she was held there, suspended by the look he gave her. without realising, her breath caught and she suddenly noticed just how close they were...how few inches there were between their faces..their lips. if one of them was to dare themselves to move just that bit closer.. theia felt a flutter of nerves - the first ever at the thought of kissing a guy - and then a bout of excitment. she wanted to kiss this unknown man...she wanted to kiss before the mystery was revealed and her questions were sadated. she could tell he was uncertain, and she had to admit she was a little herself... but with a small glance toward his lips she was sure he'd notice she made her feelings perfectly clear...

[ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER]

Al could hear her talking, but what she said didn’t matter to him right now. Their lips were barely paper thin apart and he could feel the heat of her breath even more on his lips. Her lips, so soft and delicate were beautiful. He watched as they turned up in a soft smile and for some reason he knew that she wanted him to kiss her as well.

Softly Albus closed his emerald eyes making sure to keep a good hold of her with his hand on the small of her back before leaning in to close the gap between their lips, feeling her warm soft lips on his. It was an incredible feeling. Sure he had kissed a girl before, that was over a year ago when he dated Riley Prince. This kiss was much different. It was as if he could feel sparks shooting out everywhere as their lips connected.

He held his lips there for several moments before he realized that he was probably holding the kiss a little too long especially since he didn’t even know who this girl was. He pulled her up watching her soft brown curls fall back into place as he opened his eyes and moved his lips off of hers. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it you’re just so beautiful and nice,

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Out of the corner of his eye though, he could see a clock showing that it was five minutes to midnight. Time really had gone by fast being out on the dance floor with this girl. It wouldn’t be much longer until he saw who it was he kissed. He just hoped it wasn’t one of those many fangirls he seems to have (he blames his father for that as he was sure if he wasn’t the son of Harry Potter he wouldn’t have a bunch of fan girls) but he had a pretty good feeling that this girl was someone real. Someone he could actually connect with at a level that didn’t involve asking about his father.
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[THERESA JAY KELSEY]

she could feel his breath upon her lips, so close...tantilisingly close. she couldn't take her eyes off of his own, caught by that blazing vivid emerald gaze, unable to help but marvel at how green his eyes really were...when he closed his eyes she knew he was going to kiss her, and her heart pounding her ribcage in an excited, sticcato beat. she closed her own, allowing the rest of her senses to take over.

she felt his grip tight slightly, to avoid dropping her she could only presume, and her hands moved position from resting upon his shoulders, to gently sliding around his neck, giving her a better hold. she couldn't help but let her fingertips graze the back of his neck gently, beofore sliding into his hair, careful not to mess it up completely. his lips were incredibly soft and warm upon her own...and nothing like any other kiss she'd had. there was a tender-ness she'd never known before, and she was almost shocked by the strength of the spark that she felt between them. she didn't understand how this could be so different from the other guys - but it was...it was so much better.

she didn't mind that he lingered, feeling a slight flash of dissapointment as he pulled away, that the fact their lips were no longer in contact. she felt him pull her upward and she straightened, her eyes opening slowly, the brown optics showing many of the emotions she'd just felt...including some confusion as to how that had been so different, so much better...and as to who this boy was. Sorry, I couldn’t help it you’re just so beautiful and nice," theia blushed, for about the millionth time that evening...nobody made her blush so much. she shook her head and looked at him with affection, unable to help it. "no..no don't appologise.." she half murmered, glancing toward the clock and noting they had little time left as mysteries.

she was nervous again...she did not wish for him to be dissapointed when he saw who she was... usually she'd be completely 'how could he be dissapointed?' but theia's sarcasm and attitude had diminished... and she'd been worn down to the girl she thought perhaps she could have been with different parents. still..she hoped when she took off her mask, that he didn't pull a face and walk away...she wanted to feel his arms around her once more - which made her realise her own where still around his neck - and she wanted to feel his lips on hers again. the question was..did he?

[ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER]

“no..no don't appologise..” he smiled glad that she liked it as he gazed into her brown orbs once more. It was just so easy to get lost in them and forget about the fact that they were in the middle of the Great Hall where there was probably a chance that other people were watching the two of them. But Al didn’t care for the only thing that was on his mind right now was the girl that happened to be standing right in front of him. He could still sense her lips on his even though now they were standing up and facing each other, but slowly the feeling was fading away and he didn’t want to lose that feeling. “Well then, I hope you don’t mind if I do it again,

[/color]” he whispered softly as he leaned towards her placing his soft lips on top of hers once more.

The sparks erupted again, just as they had last time their lips had touched. It was if they had a connection that would never fade. He knew there was less than five minutes to midnight, but he wanted to feel her warm soft lips on his one more time before they had to reveal themselves. But this time, he wasn’t going to move away he would let her decide when they should break the kiss and perhaps reveal to each other who they were. But right now he didn’t care who she was he just wanted to keep this feeling intact for as long as he could. For a moment he wondered what Theia or Scorp would think if they say him locking lips with a girls whose identity was unknown, but then he dismissed the thought knowing that it didn’t really matter what they thought. Besides, he was sure they would do the same thing if they felt this kind of connection with someone.

The seconds were ticking by and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer until the clock dung twelve times signaling it to be midnight. The time to reveal and he just hoped that he didn’t disappoint this girl once he revealed who he was to her. Perhaps the two would even see each other again after tonight and maybe it could become something more.
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[THERESA JAY KELSEY]

she couldn't help but glance toward his lips as he smiled, remembering the feel of his touching her own. she couldn't help but smile in response to him, forgetting everyone else in the room, despite the fact that she did hear a rather peircing wolf whistle from somewhere that she guessed was aimed for her and this guy. she didn't care..not about them - any of htme. she only cared about her partner...“Well then, I hope you don’t mind if I do it again,” her heart become to pound once more...antipation...and she met him in the middle, managing to whisper "of course not..." just before their lips touched and all coherent thought left her.

again that spark, that flash of whatever it was from the moment their lips touched...the spark burned right in the center of her heart, and she couldn't help but wonder what it meant. but at the same time she didn't want to think about it..she just wanted to feel it. she knew people would possibly judge her for kissing some guy she may or may not have met but she didn't care...she'd never felt like this before - it was the kind of thing people went round kissing loads of other people for...to feel this. she knew that he wasn't going to break it off...and she didn't want to either, not even as the hands on the clock came closer to midnight, not even as she found it harder to breathe normally. again she couldn't help but let her hands run into his thick dark hair, curling into the lock gently.

she heard the clock strike, and with that she reluctantly made to pull back, slowly parting her lips from his and opening her eyes once more, a contended glaze to them. midnight. it was time up... she couldn't leave here..him..not knowing who he was. mostly because she had to find him again - she couldn't feel something like that and never find out who he was...never feel that again. she bit her lower lip nervously as her hands moved from behind his neck to reach up to his mask. then, very gently, she made to remove it from his face...

[ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER]

It felt as if the world came to a standstill around the two of them as they kissed once more. His hand pressed against the small of her back as the other one reached up and held onto her neck. The sparks were never ending and he didn’t want them to end. But he knew the clock was slowly ticking away to midnight. Midnight: the time when they would both soon realize who it was that they were kissing. It felt like he was floating on cloud nine that seemed like the perfect way to describe it. There was no doubt that this was perhaps the best feeling ever, could it be he was kissing his soul mate? He pushed the thought aside mentally knowing that he probably shouldn’t start jumping to conclusions before he even knew who it was that he was kissing.

And then the clock struck twelve. He heard the twelve chimes as his partner slowly broke their kiss. Did it have to end so soon? He wanted to dive in for another before they revealed their identities just in case it’d be a while before they could kiss again. He was sure the Professors weren’t too happy that the two of them were right there kissing in front of all the students that were at the Masquerade Ball.

There was a soft touch on the side of his mask and he opened his eyes realizing that his partner was reaching up to task his mask of. He moved his hand softly and slowly, making sure she didn’t lose her balance as she let go of her so that he could also reach up and start to take her mask off. Very gently he took the ends of her mask, being careful to not grab unto the feather so that he didn’t mess up the beautiful mask that was hiding her ever so beautiful face. His heart was racing only cause he knew the moment of truth was only moments away.