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Post by zmeyette on Jul 8, 2011 15:04:04 GMT -6
The night was starting off early as Zmeyette didn't take very long to get ready for the ball. Her dress had already been picked out for weeks now due to Valerie's shopping day they had went on. Her sister would be in gold while Zmeyette's dress was silver. The comparisons between Valerie and herself were so amusing it was hard to believe they were sisters, or well half sisters, at all. Slipping her feet into a pair of high silver stilettos, Zmeyette felt happier than she would of thought she'd been. The full moon had been about two weeks ago, giving her body plenty of time to recover. This was the period that was best for her and her siblings. No aching pains, headaches, or tiredness. She loved being a werewolf and transforming but the ailments leadings up to it were always a bother. But tonight all of that was non-existent. She would try to enjoy the ball it just all depended on who she was paired with.
Adjusting the mask onto her face being careful not to mess up her hair, she smirked at her reflection. "Who ever I'm paired with sure lucky." She said, smoothing her dress out a bit. She kissed her sister goodbye wishing her good luck on who she might be partnered with. A part of Zmeyette hoped she had a good time and was even paired with a guy that would make her happy but another part knew it was a far fetched idea and just hoped for the best.
Zmeyette walked up to the Great Hall. She took the number she was given upon entering and matched it on the chart to the assigned table she would be sitting at. The table was empty when she took her seat. "Whoever they are, they better not keep me waiting." She sighed.
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Post by LUCY SARAH WEASLEY on Jul 11, 2011 18:14:13 GMT -6
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[/div] tearing love apart, Her flyaway red hair was impossible to tame, but Lucy Weasley would be damned if she didn’t try. Red hair. Unruly. Long. Almost filled with life. Gee, I wonder who that could possibly be? It would be a dead giveaway of her identity at the masquerade ball, which ruined the entire fun of the event. Lucy didn’t have a boyfriend, really. She hadn’t had one for at least a year now, but hey, why should she complain? She didn’t need to be one of those girls hanging on to the arm of a boyfriend every second of the day. She was content waiting for that just right guy to make a move… But back to the point. Her hair. At the time that other eager Hufflepuff girls were on their way to the event, not caring if they were an hour early or not, Lucy was in her dorm room, staring at a mirror, and about ready to chuck her brush at the glass if her locks did not comply with what she wanted. She’d tried everything! Spells, that little ‘hair tamer’ potion her mother had given her, everything. She likely would have summoned a muggle hair straightener if the school would allow. Her sister had tried it on her hair a few Summers ago, and it had worked… but electronics failed on the grounds of Hogwarts, so that point was moot.
Getting very frustrated, Lucy glowered into the mirror. She looked great, other than the hair. She’d taken this opportunity to get into the theatrics of the event. She’d bought a dress, after begging her father for the money to do so, that would probably have little purpose elsewhere. Puffy, purple and silvery, with one sleeve and long black gloves to accompany it. Behind her on her bed lay her mask, which was rather normal in comparison, just a purple and silver eye cover with nothing like feathers to make it pop out. Also lying on the bed were various star pieces to fit in her hair. She knew what she would do with them if she could just tame the best…
She was running low on time, she knew. Already in her dress, she probably had about fifteen minutes before she had to be at the masquerade for its opening. Thinking about muggle hair straighteners had given her an idea, though. Snatching her wand from her bed she muttered a quiet incantation to make it head the air around it, and with some awkwardness and holding of her hair managed to straighten a few strands. Getting her hopes up, she tried the procedure again on a larger lock of hair, and to her delight it worked. She worked quickly and in about seven minutes, thank god for magic, looked like a completely different woman in the mirror. Changing the purpose of the heated wand she used it to lightly curl some of her hair into ringlets, and grabbed the stars to help complete her appearance. At about the time that the masquerade ball was opening she stood in front of the mirror looking, in her opinion, like a completely different person. Elegant. Not at all the klutz she knew she was. Placing the mask over her face only completed her cover as she rushed out of the dorm room and out into the halls of Hogwarts, careful not to trip over her heels.
It didn’t take her long to reach the masquerade. Not really. She went pretty fast actually, considering every few feet she would stumble and have to catch herself on a wall. That was it. For the Yule Ball there was no way she was going in heels. She would somehow make flats work. She hurried into the Great Hall and, once figuring where she was supposed to go, hurried to the table. Apparently it was possible to be paired with those of your same gender, but Lucy wasn’t really disappointed. There was no one of the opposite gender that she’d desired to be partnered with, anyway, so a female made no difference. “Sorry for keeping you waiting! Hairstyling is a pain,” she explained as she sat down with a smile.
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