Death Eater/Hufflepuff Keeper // Location: Just outside of the dance // color=sienna
"I am sorry to have bothered you, I just wondered if maybe you would like to go to the Yule Ball with me. I understand if someone already asked. I was nervous about this." "It's no trouble at all. Sure, I'd love to go with you. No one has asked me yet, so of course I'll go with you. See ya around.." She replied with a kind smile, waving in a flirty manner back to George, not that she remembered his name at all. So far she was doing pretty good at avoiding it. Though she knew she couldn't avoid saying it forever, eventually he would find out. Though she thought he was hot, he was kind of a stranger, so that made it a bit hotter to her, what could she say? She was a bit of an adrenaline junkie.
I'll go with you, but only because you're hot. Though, she did already have it set in her mind that she wouldn't let herself fall for George. She returned to the common rooms to talk to Nico, but realized that it was getting very late. She had a lot to do, so she'd have to keep things short and sweet,
"Shoot me a thumbs up sometime and I'll know the deal's on, Nico." She said as she passed Nico once inside the common rooms. It was late, and she had a lot of drawing, so she went up the stairs towards the girls dormitories. Now all she had to do was draw out her and Myrra's masks and get some rest. She flopped on her bed and withdrew a sketch paid, beginning to run her quill across the paper. She didn't have to use a pencil, because she already had a mental image of how she wanted their twin masks to look. She was the artist, definitely not Myrra. Myrra couldn't draw a stick man on a good day, let alone an intricate masquerade mask. They definitely were going to mess with people's minds and really play up the 'twin thing'. She wanted to see how many people could tell the two of them apart, it would be a fun experiment to say the least.. Once she finished, she put her sketchpad away and stared at the top of her canopy bed.
There went finding a date.. now I can just rest easy and slack off in class.. She thought to herself with a smug smirk. She found a cute date, so she was happy, even if there wasn't any current chemistry between them, but Ayria wasn't looking for a boyfriend, just arm candy. She couldn't have a boyfriend with the life she was forced to live. It would be too dangerous, and she doubted she would be allowed visitors in Azkaban.
Before she knew it, it was the day of the Yule Ball and she waited for her date outside. She didn't want to walk in by herself, she'd at least wait for him a while, or until she caught a glimpse of her sister. She definitely didn't like flying solo, especially when she was all dressed up with no where to go. Well, and she was kind of nervous. Did she do a good job on her masks, their masks? Would everyone be able to tell which girl was which? She was totally freaking out. What if her date went in with Myrra by accident? She didn't know him that well, they just had classes together, so would he be able to tell them apart? She began pacing the hall as she waited for George to walk her in. They were a bit fashionably late, but once her allegiance was revealed to everyone, it would all make sense. Though as a typical Hufflepuff, she wasn't really enjoying running late. She enjoyed being punctual, but something always got in the way, even at birth. Myrra made it out first, making her born five minutes later. She was always the sister that was late for everything.
"I swear to God I will walk in there by myself and I will dance with the first guy I see if he's not here in ten minutes.." She mumbled to herself under her breath, feeling pretty pathetic standing there all alone.
Ravenclaw Head Girl // Location: At the Dance // Color=Crimson
Myrra finally got her matching dress and mask, but kept it hidden from everyone else until the dance. She went with a boy from Ravenclaw, but they weren't close. They weren't even going together because they liked each other, at all. They weren't even friends. They were an aesthetically pleasing couple, so they chose to go together so they could take a beautiful picture for their parents. She wasn't sure if anyone would even recognize her anyway, especially since she was matching Ayria from head to toe. This would be a challenge for everyone in the room. Whether or not they could tell the difference in the twin girl's jaw lines or not.
She knew it wasn't exactly fair, but she really didn't care at this point. She didn't even want to be here, but attendance was practically mandatory. There was no getting out of it, and she couldn't even go with the one person that she wanted to dance with. Her and her date entered the dance on time, took their pictures, and went their separate ways. Myrra approached the punch bowl, pouring herself a cup before pacing the large room. She admired the flowers and many other decorations, wondering if Kai and Kenna would make an appearance as a couple or not. Though she stepped on her own foot, figuratively speaking, knowing that she shouldn't even concern herself with that. She had no business, considering he was with someone else... but ever since that day on the train she couldn't help but wonder if there was something between them, something more than friendship. Though since the train, she'd avoided Kai. She would leave class as soon as it ended, she would sit all the way across from him in classes, and she refused to make eye contact. She had to keep her distance, she couldn't let herself admire him, because McKenna was always close behind to take a sledgehammer to every single one of her fantasies before they even began. It was depressing and a torturous cycle of envy and reprimanding herself. She wasn't sure if she could take this much longer... She wasn't sure if her date would even dance with her, seeing as they came together with no expectations. She couldn't see him in the crowd anymore, but that was to be expected. She barely knew what he looked like without the mask. She couldn't identify one person in the room, twin or no twin. She kind of felt bad tricking everyone with the matching dresses that she and Ayria came up with. It was hard enough telling who a single sibling person was, let alone twins. She felt like she had an unfair advantage against everyone else in the room, though wasn't that the point? So you could dance with whoever you want, with the possibility that they would never recognize you after the dance when the masks come off? It was a great idea in theory, but who was to say their angry girlfriend wouldn't rip off your mask mid-dance?
She took a drink from her glass, letting out a soft sigh, before downing the entire cup. She wasn't sure if the punch was spiked or not, but for once, she was kind of hoping that it was. She felt kind of bad ass with a mask on, like no one could touch her, but she knew deep down that it was just wire, lace, ribbon, and sequins covering her face. The anonymity was empowering, and she definitely was beginning to enjoy her stroll around the room, watching couples dance, conversing with each other. She was envious, though she couldn't find the only person she wanted to see her in this dress; Kai. Where was he? She knew he was likely already here, she just couldn't find him in the huge crowd of students.. Did she get all dolled up for nothing?
Gryffindor Quidditch Beater // Location: At the Dance // Color=#657383 Zayden wasn't exactly sure when his mother sent his suit, but it was definitely well appreciated, especially since he didn't have the money to purchase one from hogsmeade, being muggle born and all.. He had a lot of trouble with his tie, and by the time he got dressed, he'd discarded it entirely. If it didn't want to be tied, he wouldn't force it to be. This was more comfortable anyway, it didn't feel like there was a fancy noose tied around his throat anymore, and that made him one happy fellow. He walked in by himself, choosing to go stag. He didn't find a date in time, and he was actually really fine with that. It meant he could dance with whoever he wanted, and he wouldn't get chewed out for it. He searched the crowd, dancing a few times with any girl who asked. He wasn't picky, especially with a mask on. A few girls recognized him, seeing as he was on the Gryffindor Quidditch team with Kai. Speaking of Kai, he would have to look for him.. He was wondering how his buddy was doing. They'd known each other for years, but aside from Quidditch, they didn't have a hell of a lot in common. He searched the hall until he found his fellow Gryffindor, throwing his arm around Kai's shoulder's in a casual fashion,
"Where's your girlfriend, man?" He asked with a quirked brow, but it could have been concealed by his
mask. He was totally unaware of the problems between McKenna and Kai, but that's because unless he was playing Quidditch or flirting, his mind was constantly on his sketches and paintings. He was always behind on drama, and could totally care less. He gave his friend time to answer before looking around. There were plenty of girls, and they were Quidditch players. He was going to force the other Gryffindor to have fun if it killed the both of them,
"Did you hear about the truth or dare game? Where are they having it? I'm all over that." He asked Kai, waving to a girl who was giving him a wink, even if he didn't know who she was, at all.
"Oh, if you don't dance with a girl by the next song, I am dancing with you. That's a promise." Zayden smirked at his friend, leaving him with that thought before meeting up with the strange girl he'd waved to and danced with her as well. He wondered if he would find anyone worth being more loyal to at this party, but he highly doubted it. Zayden didn't have a girlfriend his entire time at Hogwarts. He was an artsy type who didn't like being disturbed once he got an idea in his head. He didn't have many friends, but the ones he did were uncharacteristic of him. It was hard to imagine Zayden was friends with any of the people he chose to hang out with. Zayden, despite being very flirtatious, was a laid back guy who loved Art... He wasn't very complicated, yet at the same time, he was a very complicated individual. He was a never ending paradox of surprises. One minute he was quiet and reserved, the next he was flirting and dancing with girls he barely knew.