To say that Professor Samantha Snow enjoyed these types of gatherings was truly an understatement. Back in the good old days as a Nemare student, the Snow White incarnate had gone to every single celebration. In fact, showing her school spirit had, in her opinion, only made Nemare seem more wonderfully enchanting than it was in actuality. Nowadays, she put forth her best effort to participate in the academy's events, though her teaching career managed to get in the way at times. However, she'd made sure not to give any written assignments in her classes for the past few days, therefore ensuring that her work load was very minimal. Now, Samantha had come to 'chaperone' at the ball, though she'd been slacking off quite a bit for the past half hour or so, instead spending her time at the main tables chatting with fellow professors and feeding her grumbling stomach.
The hall had been decorated to be the epitome of elegance and grandness. Black and white decorations were scattered across the area to give it a more sophisticated, classy style, and the female professor couldn't help but wonder how the headmistresses managed to pull it all off. They seemed to have quite a few of these themed parties, each one more brilliant than the previous, it just seemed impossible. A lot of thought obviously went into the planning of these balls, though Samantha was sure that this was an event worth celebrating. A school only turns forty years old once, after all, why not hold an extravagant gala to recognize that?
Samantha couldn't say that she looked particularly formal. She'd worn a knee length white floral dress with black roses on it. Normally, Samantha avoided black clothing at all costs. It seemed depressing and mournful to her, therefore she kept it as far away from her closet as possible. However, this particular dress had very little black on it, and so Samantha had reluctantly agreed to force herself to wear it. (Not that it didn't look simply smashing on her or anything.) She'd also donned a pair of black and white heels with lace that formed rose patterns on the shoe and a black rose ring and earrings. In her personal opinion, bright colors and pastels looked far better on Samantha, but she couldn't exactly show up to a black and white themed party in bright reds and yellows and blues now, could she? That would place her far too out of place for her liking.
She sat there, nibbling on her salad and warily eyeing the basket of apples a mere few feet away, while the ball continued in full swing. The students were certainly enjoying themselves, which was most definitely a positive thing. So occupied was she in her glaring at apples and eating, that Samantha did not notice someone coming up behind her. They took a seat and cleared their throat loudly, causing Samantha to immediately jolt back to reality. She blinked a couple of times and then turned to face the other person, a slew of apologies coming out of her mouth for not paying attention.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. Really, so very sincerely apologetic. I mean, I just got so lost in thought, it's so stupid. I really am sorry! Truly!" she rambled. This continued on for about twenty more seconds before the person stopped her.
Hadrian didn't generally enjoy school functions. There was a simple reason for this: why would anyone want to look after other people's brats after-hours and for no extra compensation? There were, however, a few occasions when he didn't mind attending. The occasions on which the school's teaching staff was allowed to relax just as much as the student population, especially those not fingered for chaperone duty. Most of the students knew how to conduct themselves at such affairs - most of them from some or other class they took. Personally Hade had always found himself buried under homework just when something fun came up, so while everyone else was partying he had to cut his evening short to work on some extra essay assignment that he'd been given for the petty crime of setting someone barely on fire. Events like this had inevitably been a source of resentment for the young Hadrian, not fun.
In any event, he was going to the Founder's Ball to enjoy himself. If he played his cards right, he wouldn't have to speak to anyone under twenty-one all evening. The other professors at the school were a mixed bag as far as company were concerned - the do-gooders tended to be irritating, and there were one or two Wonderlanders who had made it onto the staff presumably by virtue of not being sane enough for any other job. Most of the time, Hade didn't bother with the crazy people. They were harmless anyway, more interested in when their next cup of tea was coming than in anything serious. Fortunately, there were one or two sane professors who could provide him with some diverting company for an evening.
Straightening his bowtie, Hade smirked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked amazing in his tuxedo, if he said so himself. There was something about a good suit that just looked so right, which was why he tended to wear suits and tailored clothing over anything more casual. It was a waste of effort to be intimidating in jeans when a good suit would do all the intimidating without his having to say a word. A tuxedo just added another level of glamour. He adjusted his cummerbund, ensuring it was lying smoothly, and then stepped away from the mirror. He picked up his watch and fastened it to his wrist, shaking his cuffs down so that they covered it. Thus readied, he made his way at last down to the hall.
After a preliminary circuit around the festooned hall, he made his way up to the staff table, exchanging the occasional nod with a student but otherwise not interacting with any of them. Hade wasn't here for the children. His eyes swept along the staff members currently present at the table, considering his plans for the evening. He wasn't the type of guy who took vacations. Even when he was relaxing, there was always a part of him making sure that everything that he did was according to plan or fed into his interests in some way. He paused to relieve a waitor of two glasses of carbonated apple juice, which was the closes thing to champagne that would be available in a school full of children, and then strolled up to the table. Most of the other teachers who were going to be at the party were there already: Hadrian didn't believe in punctuality according to other people's schedules. His own, sure, but he wouldn't rush for anybody else.
Included in the present staff was one Samantha Snow, a sweet young woman whom Hadrian was deeply enjoying wrapping around his finger. It was just so much fun to toy with her innocence. Besides, his 'friendship' with her was his connection to many other members of the staff, who trusted Sammy's opinion and therefore trusted him, even though they really shouldn't. Hadrian was only too happy about this state of affairs. He strolled up behind her and cleared his throat, sitting in the empty seat next to her and setting one of the glasses down beside her plate. He put his own glass down too and smiled as his presence slowly filtered into her distracted consciousness.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. Really, so very sincerely apologetic. I mean, I just got so lost in thought, it's so stupid. I really am sorry! Truly!"
Hade held up one hand, and Sammy duly trailed off into silence. "It's fine, my dear," he told her with a smile, leaning forward to press a light kiss to her cheek in greeting. "May I say that you look simply lovely this evening?" If there was one thing that Hade was good at it, it was turning on the charm. He could be a very hard man to resist when he wanted to. That was his main strength. Although there was a time for muscular posturing, most things could be accomplished by insidious whispers instead. It was just so much more efficient, and cleaner too. It was a lot harder to pin an idea on someone than something more concrete. "I took the liberty of bringing you some refreshment... just apple juice, you know, but the bubbles make it exciting for the kiddies." He smiled, a shark-finned flash of pearly whites.