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Post by anastasiya on Jun 27, 2011 22:47:17 GMT -5
 Stasiya couldn't count how many times she'd wandered the halls of Hogwarts- she'd taken this pathway many a'time to join her housemates for food in the Great Hall. And now here she was, dressed in her finest black and silver robes, making her way to the scene of the dance. It was already in full swing, but she didn't mind. The masked girl slipped in unnoticed, as was her plan. The light was lowered, so she easily blended in with the other students. Black was the color of the night, it seemed.
She paid careful and close attention to the other students. It seemed the Hogwarts trouble makers were there- but she wouldn't expect them not to be, though she didn't see that pudgy little boy that followed them around. And then there was another Gryffindor standing close by. She recognized him because he had a twin in her house.
Since that day in the common room, she had been paying closer attention to people, finding it fascinating to learn more and more about them. It was amazing what you could learn just by eavesdropping- but she had no use for names. Names were a privelege; if she remembered your name, she thought you were important enough to be remembered. And when it came to her cousin, whom she noticed entering soon after she did, she wondered just what in the world he was doing.
Chord d'Antoine had a muggle born Hufflepuff on his arm. She looked at them with a blank gaze as they made their way upon the scene. How interesting that he would chose such a life for himself. What made that boy worthy of his affection? She'd considered both of her cousins intelligent to some degree, but now she was starting to wonder about this one. He knew the consequences. He wasn't brainless or somehow momentarily stupid. The d'Antoine family was a lot of things, but they weren't muggle-lovers.
His lips tightened in distaste at the scene. She wouldn't judge his choice for herself, but it saddened her to see such potential go to waste. If he wanted to disgrace his family name, he had every right, but it was not her path to take. Never would she consider such a thing; she was far too invested in herself to allow that to pull her down into the depths of wizarding society. She would carve her own path away from her family, and she would make a name for herself to be remembered- but she refused to let that name be soiled and muddied due to her family's mistakes.
The girl ignored an invitation to dance by another Slytherin boy and stood, gliding her way across the dance floor- reaching her destination to get some refreshments. Her only purpose of coming to this ball was to observe other people, not to interact with them. It would take someone very special to get her to change her mind on that.
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WORDS - 588
SONG - Rania - Masquerade
MUSE - Amazinglicious
NOTES - For you~
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Post by gaspard on Jun 28, 2011 2:12:17 GMT -5
 Gaspard stepped into the room, took a look around and found himself wondering why he'd bothered showing up. His posture was proud, his stride confident as he started making some rounds. The boy said a word here and there, greeting some of the other guests. But he only bothered with those who held any importance for himself personally.
While walking around, a glass of wine in one hand, he had to remind himself why he'd left the comfort of his bedroom, or even the Slytherin common room to attend this event.
He wasn't done his first glass of wine before he remembers. Ah, right. He'd shown up because he had to uphold his image as an important person at Hogwarts. Connections were also good, but Gaspard was mainly here to greedily feed his ego. A smirk twisted his lips up on one side, and he downed the rest of the alcohol in his glass.
Over the next few minutes, however, he found himself becoming quite bored of this event. A few girls had approached him either due to being without a date, or due to being head boy. He declined each offer without hesitation. Why was he to waste his time on something that did not interest him?
Then as if summoned by magic, he caught sight of the girl form the other day. That pallid hair...it was her, unmistakably. With as little hesitation as he'd spent on rejecting the other females, Gaspard made his way toward her. He'd never gotten her name, but he would get it eventually...if not tonight.
Once he was closer, and caught sight of her crimson eyes, there was no doubt. Stopping beside her at the refreshment table, he leaned over and picked up another glass, "Are you enjoying yourself?" It wasn't a very typical Gaspard thing to say, but he'd had to say something...because he wouldn't just approach her, and then stand there silently until she picked up the reigns of the situation and said something. No, Gaspard had a tight grip on the reigns of his life, and it wasn't likely that he would ever hand them over to anyone else.
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TAG - Staaaasiya
WORDS - 453
NOTES - important people dance party! XD
CREDIT made by mee
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Post by anastasiya on Jul 12, 2011 13:50:43 GMT -5
The girl was about to turn away and ignore the voice when she found she recognized it. Red eyes turned from the table to gaze upon him, and she found herself pleased with what she saw. Gaspard Roderick Montague. She had the honor of meeting him in the common room only a few nights before. Although she never got his name, she now knew who she was. He had intrigued her, and she had been watching him in her own secretive way. How was it that the Head Girl didn't know who the Head Boy was? Simple, she didn't pay attention nor remember anyone's name unless they were of importance to her.
And he had impressed her in his own way. Whilst observing, she had came to the conclusion that he was like she- he did not forge relationships or create bonds for the sake of having them. Everything he did was only to further and better himself; and, she knew that included interacting with her. Although, she couldn't quite read his intention yet, she was curious to find out and discover all that he kept hidden. Who was Gaspard Montague really?
"It seems that I will be now," she responded in her usual cool voice, lowering the mask from her face. She was a sight to see, really. The dark greys and black of her eyeshadow made her red eyes glow in the dim light. Her naturally pale lips were tinted pink by some gloss; and yet her flawless white skin still seemed unnervingly cold and still- like she wasn't made of flesh and bone. She gave Gaspard a cryptic smile as she turned from the refreshment table, goblet in hand. The party was getting boring fast- she saw her cousin dancing with the muggle born as well as the red haired Gryffindor with Severus. The shaggy looking boy was there with Black. And she saw Potter with some other nameless girl. No, nothing interesting was happening.
Stasiya moved past him and glanced over her shoulder once she had. "Accompany me to the garden?"
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WORDS - 440
SONG - Rania - Masquerade
MUSE - Amazinglicious
NOTES - For you~
CREDIT made by flyy~ [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by gaspard on Jul 12, 2011 17:55:32 GMT -5
A soft thrill went through him when those eyes turned and settled on him. Gaspard was finding himself more and more intrigued by this girl. He resisted the urge to look around for any fools trying to catch her attention, telling himself that he had nothing to worry about because he was the best choice she could make. His expression became just a little more confident, and he smirked at her words. He was going to make her evening more enjoyable was he?
Once the mask was lowered, Gaspard found her all that much more interesting. He had a feeling that this would lead him to a point where...he would just have to have her. His jaw clenched a little from the surge of determination.
Gaspard's thoughts were headed in the same direction as Anastasiya's. This party was loosing it's appeal, and fast. No one exceptionally powerful was attending; at least not anyone that he didn't already know. Going with the girl to the garden held much more appeal. The boy finished his drink in one gulp, set the empty glass down on the table and walked confidently until he was at Stasiya's side.
"Is there something appealing to be found in this garden?" His brows rose a fraction, but the rest of his face didn't change. He wasn't particularly interested in this garden, but rather in what this girl had planned. If she had planned anything at all. But Stasiya didn't seem the type to do anything without previous consideration.
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TAG - Staaaasiya
WORDS - 345
NOTES - important people dance party! XD
CREDIT made by mee
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Post by anastasiya on Jul 15, 2011 15:19:09 GMT -5
She wasn't surprised when he questioned her motives about venturing the gardens. In fact, she had expected it, though she thought that the night would be more interesting if he was kept in the dark. Stasiya was going to create her own idea of fun since it seemed the school was inept at providing her with it.
She continued to walk, but gave him a knowing glance before she exited the room and proceeded into the gardens. They were beautiful this time of night. The crescent moon was high in the sky, and the light reflecting from it just barely illuminated the scenery.
Stasiya followed the dim pathway until she reached one of the old stone benches and took a seat. She left room for Gaspard to accept the invitation should he wish, and once he had, she resumed her conversation. "You intrigue me..." to her, that would have been a compliment, and she meant it as such. Nothing could be worse than being a boring, dull person in her opinion. Well, nothing except an overly prideful person.
"Perhaps there is something here to be found... if you're looking for it," she gave him another of her mysterious smiles. What he was to take from their conversation would be up to him. But, she found that speaking in riddles often told more about a person than direct conversation. The way they would interpret words showed what kind of person they were. It was her way of testing the boy to see if he would meet her standards for companionship. She liked to be kept interested and wondered if he appreciated the same.
She didn't say anything further, however, and continued to gaze upon him, imprinting the image on her mind.
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WORDS - 383
SONG - Rania - Masquerade
MUSE - Amazinglicious
NOTES - For you~
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