this wont stop 'til we say so!

Christopher Whitley
Third Year
Joined: 7:47 PM - Apr 07, 2011

5:34 AM - Mar 22, 2012 #1

  • Ever since he could remember, the boy had been thrown into party after party by various members of his family. His mother had always expressed her enjoyment for large get togethers even though it was in his blood; with such a large family, he had come accustomed to all sorts of parties. For some unknown reason, he found the most enjoyable were the more up-scale occasions, or perhaps it was his own fascination with just how great he looked in a suit. Never the less, the young man had taken it upon himself to throw one of these illustrous parties and it was only open to a select few- or rather the entire house of Slytherin. He found it had been an overdue event and, upon his own desire to throw a party, he had managed to get a few other students to agree. Though he really did not need a reason, he had played it off as if he had actually cared about his housemates and their appearance of solidity and togetherness as a whole. As prefect of the house, it seemed to be a duty of sorts, even if he really did not care too much about it on a personal level. Becoming prefect and hoisting a rather mighty flying flag of group effort, Christopher felt the party was more than necessary.

    He had owled his parents and requested a large delivery of which was granted entry into the school as well as the common room with out many questions being asked. There were baubles and trinkets a many, with a large amount of black and white cloths for decoration atop the tables about common room. They had sent a large amount of goodies to be put out as food- both finger foods of the normal sorts as well as desserts. Beautiful goblets of silver had been borrowed from them as well, with the deepest of promises that they would be returned unscathed and in whole. They had been set up neatly, by magic, about the largest of tables set up in the back of the room, away from the couches, and near the bowls of punch which would surely end up different than their original state. Bottles of champagne were even allowed in and were now chilling in silver buckets at the ends of tables and about the various pieces of furniture in the room. The chandelier had been dusted, as well as the rest of the features of the room's interior, and was now dimmed to a low glow, which offered the room a touch of serenity. A few candles had been spread about and were now lit, floating in place in the air.

    Smiling to himself rather triumphantly, Christopher began to tuck the rest of his white button up shirt into the top of his pants only to smoothed those out at his thighs and hips afterward. There had been no real reason for him to wear a jacket with the rest of the suit, but he had felt the need to string a tie around his neck. With his hair still a bit too short to style, he had it sitting complacently atop his head in whatever state it had deemed worthy for the occasion- which happened to be a rather nice, tamed one at that. The blue-eyed Slytherin glanced about the room before waving his wand toward the record player sitting in the corner. As soon as the needle had hit the vinyl of the record, a rather calm melody began to play as he grinned to himself once more. Everything looked rather perfect, and his pride only swelled upon realizing just the job he had done on the old common room. No longer did it look like a bunch of evil miscreants dwelled and plotted; it looked more like a lounge for the elite of the school, with its polished leather and its cleanliness. Everything was in its rightful place and the young man could not be happier with the job he had done.

    After finishing the last look over of himself, Christopher too one of the goblets and filled it with a bit of punch and took a seat in the chair directly in front of the common room door. Raising it to his lips, he took a swing of the liquid, allowing his taste buds to become fully immersed in its fruity, cooling flavor. Relaxing back into the chair, he could only sit in wait. Of course people would be coming to the party, but he had strictly sent out a bulletin about the party being an invitation only event, especially if you had been in any other house. He was not naive; he knew some of his fellow Slytherins would be inviting at least a couple other House students, for he had even taken to inviting one. As the thought danced in his mind, the young man's grin deepened. He took another swig and continued to relax in wait for the rest of the party to arrive.</li>
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Pippa Fitzpatrick
Third Year
Joined: 4:09 AM - May 06, 2011

6:07 AM - Mar 22, 2012 #2

  • The last few weeks had passed rather joyously. At least on the outside. Pippa Fitzpatrick had been flirting, moving about from flower to flower and rather enjoy the fruits of her effort. Instead of honey, it had been a series of flirtations and a couple “dates”. There was a memorable evening in Paris with JR Zerner and a flirtation with Clive Ridley in the dance hall which ended rather awkwardly in a song and dance interrupted by a much younger house member. But the best thing – the one thing she’d been finding herself grinning about lately – was the attention of one Aiden Marrone. A secret-type of smile passed her lips whenever she thought of him – the exact one that had crossed her visage while applying a layer of gloss to her cherry lips. A final look in the mirror, fluffing her castaneous hair and turning on a heel to join the slew of seventh year females bound for the Slytherin common room. The girls giggled, a loud and high pitched excitement migrating down the stairs as one. At the bottom, that seemed to be the end of the solidified pack. Pippa pretended not to notice as a number of them went to greet their host. The Irish girl had no intention of saying a single word to Christopher. No matter how much she loved his mother’s silver.

    Instead, she stayed glued to Bailey’s side. The girls had argued just a few weeks ago – squabbling over something stupid, but as always rectified it without much time passing at all and were once again inseparable. Cured of her stupidity and heart ache over the despicable Italian – product of the discussion with Ms. Hayes – the redhead has settled into her old, better habits. Drunk was no longer a permanent state, but one she only donned at the very end of a party evening. Her mini’s morphed in pencil skirts respectable inches longer in length while her shirts revealed less cleavage, teasing rather than pushing into one’s face. Her heels seemed to shrink, sexy but not longer screaming, stomping and demanding attention. A few simple charms threw her hair back into casual waves, away from the polished and pristine state it had taken on in vanity since the beginning of the year. She reached for her best friend’s hand, drawing the girl towards the punch table and accepting a goblet of champagne from a mysterious boy whose eyes she recognized but was certain he’d grown taller. Fifth years had a tendency to do that – grow inches and suddenly appear like men. She smiled, nodded, and turned away from him, eyes circulating the room. She kept an eye on Christopher – dutiful host, perfect-seeming gentleman – while standing on her hip in a bit of attitude, her green pencil skirt adding to her sexy secretary-air. She was still beautiful – as beautiful as ever, if not more – but she hid as much as she revealed. Pippa was finally, once again herself.

    Reaching for Bailey’s hand, she gripped it tightly as she thought she saw Chris’s eyes sweep the room. She wanted to look down, look away, anywhere but at him. But if he did deem to seek her eye contact, she would meet it head on. Pippa had considered not coming tonight but had been convinced, both by her roommate and a few other friends, that it was necessary for her to come tonight – to show Christopher her new self, that she had returned to her former balance and was better than ever before. The pain of heartbreak still clung to her soul, but she used it to fuel her talent rather than to destroy her façade. Yes, the snake was back with a vengeance. No matter what happened tonight – or who showed up – the witch was ready to deal with it all. A pretty smile settled on her face and good friends always watching her back.</li>
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Bailey Hayes
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Bailey Hayes
Resident Ghostie
Joined: 12:43 AM - May 11, 2010

10:29 PM - Mar 23, 2012 #3

  • It had been too long since she had found herself in the company of more than a couple people at a time and this little get together of Christopher's had been the furthest thing from her mind until her red haired best friend had deemed it utterly necessary to pull her along. The dread flowed down her spine and limbs so freely, aplenty. A long, drawn-out sigh of utter regret had already found its way out of her stomach and lungs more than once as she dressed herself in one of the few dresses she owned. Of course it would have been a formal party, she thought to herself as her brows tried to scrunch together at the bottom of her forehead as she slipped into the white and black sleeved dress. She found the dress to possess a rather sophisticated sense of style, with which happened to flatter her rather thin body. The sleeves capped around her upper arm and the square neckline revealed just enough to still keep her own image tasteful. The empire waistline gave the dress a simplistic yet elegant appearance. Ginning at herself as she finished tousling her chestnut hair in the mirror, Bailey felt a large wave of confidence fill her chest cavity as she took in a breath.

    Still, she had her reservations about attending any sort of party, for her memories of most of the others she had ever attended were rather dark. They were of a person she would rather not regress to, to a person she wished she had never become. Granted she was still young and had plenty of time to get back on the right track, but she still felt a bit weary about it all. A prick of nervousness danced up her spine, through the overwhelming swell of confidence brought to her thanks to her good looks for the evening. Slipping her feet into a pair of closed-toed, leather pumps, her mind danced once more with a flare of images from months before- before she had actively decided to make the change she so needed in her life. Of course, while shaking her head at herself, she could not find a reason out of the air as to why she was even going to this little get-together until her friend had tugged at her to follow along with some of the other dressed up females of the Slytherin house. Stepping lightly on her toes, the thin girl tagged along with the herd, giggling and grinning as another thought crossed her mind.

    Her eyes sat upon her best friend, whose face seemed to glow wildly as she moved just as elegantly down the stairs and into the common room. Wrapped in a beautiful green dress, Bailey could only feel incredibly envious of her friend's good looks. Yes, Bailey herself was rather thin and had no real complaints about herself, but Pippa possessed many more qualities of which were desired by young men. Who truly wanted someone with a rather flat chest and long, lean arms and legs? Bailey felt she had only had one thing on Pippa and that was a natural tan. Still, as she observed her friend as they entered into the dressed living room, she could not believe just how far she had come. The girl had been the cause of most of her worry lately, especially before their little squabble a few weeks back; Pippa Fitzpatrick had been avoiding real life and everything that had come with it thanks to the party's host. The edges of Bailey's lips simply did not allow for anything less than a smile as she felt Pippa's hand grab hers and squeeze it lightly. A burst of giggles overtook her. "Pips," A whisper forced its way effortlessly through her lips. "Don't worry about him. How many people are going to be here? Chances are he won't even know you are here."

    She knew herself to be telling a half truth, at least; though Christopher would know Pippa was in the room, Bailey simply knew he would not care too much, for she had caught wind of a certain little badger who had been invited by the hand of the young man. A bit of disgust came over her face as she thought of it all- how Christopher had led her friend on only to reveal himself the need and desire to date a young Hufflepuff and just how he had gone about such a thing. Her auburn eyes rolled into the top of her eye sockets for a moment before she flashed a grin over at her friend and continued on her way, even though she found it secretly rude to not say hello to their host. Biting her tongue and swallowing her morals, she pulled her friend toward one of the chilling bottles of champagne and found two of the delicate glasses. "Here's a fun night of you, me, and a lot of champagne, yeah?" It took almost everything she had to put on a bright and carefree face, but for her friend, Bailey Hayes would easily do anything.

    Her small, boney fingers wrapped around the cork that was sitting in wait halfway in the bottle and she began to put her strength into opening the bottling. Upon wedging the cork out of the bottle's mouth, she tossed it back into the ice bucket and poured the bubbly liquid into their goblets carefully. It had been months she had been any sort of intoxicated, but she was sure that she could handle herself on a bit of champagne. Handing off the other goblet to her friend, Bailey lifted hers to her soft lips and took in a drink of the sweet, dry liquid. Sighing out of pure enjoyment of the cool fluid traveling down her throat. "That is completely wonderful," Her musical, light voice carried happiness off of her tongue and she giggles as it danced through the air, tangling itself with the music. "And to think it has been orchestrated by the hand of a complete jerk." Winking with one of her eyes toward her friend, Bailey could already feel herself relaxing. She could not help but think that this was not a bad idea after all.</li>
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Prose Williamson
First Year
Joined: 8:36 AM - Feb 26, 2012

5:07 PM - Mar 24, 2012 #4

As a rather typical Slytherin girl, Prose indeed loved to party, get drunk, listen to music, the whole nine yards, really, and so this chance to go to Christopher Whitley’s place and do those things was quite an exciting prospect. Recently, there had been an influx of such gatherings, but none as lavish as the one the Slytherin boy had come up with. Prose could not believe her eyes as she walked into the room, dressed in a frilly black skirt that went halfway down her thighs which showed off her legs nicely, a slightly low-cut tank top, and converse, for the place had been transformed from their normal eerily brooding common room into a place of classy festivities. The sixth year was more than impressed at the ability the fellow Slytherin had at setting up parties such as these, and immediately smiled when she saw the boy in his chair in front of the door in semi-admiration. This was more a respect smile, though. Prose didn’t like Christopher, no matter how good he was at setting up events, as he was the one who had turned poor Pippa Fitzpatrick into a mess for the past while. He was an asshole, but a popular one. Prose looked around for anyone she knew, soon discovering both Pippa and one Baily Hayes, who she knew of but didn’t really know personally, drinking some champagne from one of the numerous bottles that sat on the tables that had been brought in for the party.

The Slytherin girl began walking towards them, swiping her bangs out of her eyes as she did so, and looked around the room some more. Other Slytherin house-mates were arriving all the while, and more and more the sixth year thought that she would really like to hit it off with someone that night. It had been quite a while since anything had happened in that area of her life, and she was surely looking for some companionship. Nonetheless, at the moment all that was on her mind was drinking some of the undoubtedly fantastic champagne that Chris had managed to bring. She reached the table, waved her hand “Hi” to both her friends, and reached down for the now-opened bottle of champagne and a glass. She started pouring the liquid into the glass and immediately misjudged the amount of carbonation in the thing, and it spilled over the sides, causing the girl to jump back a bit, right the bottle again, and shake her head and sigh. This was turning out to be a wonderful beginning to the party, for sure. She put the glass down on the table then, and shook her left hand to get some of the beverage off of it. Resigning herself to only having the amount of champagne that managed to stay in her now-sticky glass, she took a sip of the bubbly liquid, allowing it to swish around in her mouth a bit before swallowing it. It was a slightly dry and wonderfully flavored drink, and she smiled and looked down into her glass before taking another sip. Turning to her fellow Slytherin girls she said, “Well, this is quite something, isn’t it. Too bad it’s Chris who set it up, eh?...”
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Max Auctherlony
Fourth Year
Joined: 6:52 PM - Mar 15, 2011

7:52 PM - Mar 24, 2012 #5

  • Parties, it seemed, were Max’s natural habitat. It was not like the wild of the school where Max wasn’t sure how to behave or who to talk to or what was acceptable to do. He got by alright, it just seemed he had more than a few questions about some things. No, he was confident everywhere, it was simply amplified within a party atmosphere. Dim the lights, put a drink in his hand, and Auctherlony was a regular Casanova. His smile registered brighter, his step had a decidedly peppy air, and while he had no date or prospects in mind, he was certain something would happen once he was there had had taken a look around. The wizard dressed in his favorite blazer, blue jeans, and preppy striped tie. His leather shoes were built for comfort and style while moving about the dance floor and swinging a pretty girl about. Perhaps he would dip her, lean in for a kiss… what would it matter? It was all in good fun and certainly wouldn’t harm anyway at all.

    Stepping from the hall of the boys’ dorms, Max was tempted to head straight towards the alcohol and the gaggle of girls currently gathered around it. However, being from impeccable breeding and having amazing manners engrained into him from a very young age, the Scotsman simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to greet his host. The Slytherin would need to thank his housemate for the invitation and pass on the normal pleasantries exchanged from one boy to the next. Compliment his tie or his date or even ask how his dear mother was. It might be polite to ask about Christopher’s father and his business or to even find out about any other stupid social pleasantry he was expected to exchange. And then, only after doing what he was supposed to do, could Max move and flirt. He noticed that pretty little blonde, Prose, beside his friend Pippa and her roommate Bailey. The snake couldn’t resist throwing a wink towards the girls as soon as he caught one of their eyes. He threw in an extra nod for good measure before turning back to his fellow seventh year.

    “Good evening, Christopher,” Max greeted with the normal air of self-import each of the snakes seemed to be in high possession of. “Thank you for the invitation. The party is absolutely smashing.” He extended his hand for a hand shake. “How is your mother? I’ve been hearing good things about your father’s business.” And with that, Max had managed to fulfill his requirement of pleasantries. Certainly, he liked his housemate. It had more to do with the fact that the girl he had his eye on was currently standing right next to Pippa Fitzpatrick and if he even wanted a chance with that particular blonde, he best not be seen as too friendly with Mr. Whitley. Certainly the snake would see that and understand. Rumor had it that he had invited his own pretty morsel to join them for the evening. Wasn’t exactly to Max’s taste, but to each his own. The Scotsman had always found his fellow snakes or a fiery lion to be more his speed, but he supposed a submissive girl had her advantages as well. Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but glance back over his shoulder to make sure the girls were still standing there, likely watching the pair of males. Max didn’t care though; he’d be at their side soon enough.</li>
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Sebastian Moriarty
Fourth Year
Joined: 10:11 PM - Feb 09, 2011

1:23 AM - Mar 25, 2012 #6

As much as he loathed Christopher Whitley in general and tried to avoid him as much as possible, Sebastian felt obligated to attend this party for several reasons. First, he enjoyed the reputation he had for being congenial, charming, and an overall gentleman. It kept his family off his back as well as creating an environment which he could manipulate on whim. Secondly, he was in his final year at Hogwarts, and he had been making connections that might one day be useful to him throughout his academic career, and he wasn't about to lose them because he refused to go to this cocktail party, which may or may not turn out to be the Slytherin event of the year if Balthazar didn't manage to one-up Whitley before the year was out. Next, if his grandparents found out that he had skipped a party thrown by one of their social set, he would never hear the end of it. Finally, and what was perhaps the most important reason to Sebastian though he'd never say so out loud, was that his sister was fifteen and no longer listened to him when he told her not to do things, and so she would be at this party without the alcohol and perverts, and if he wanted her to remain a virgin until at least the age of thirty-five, he would have to start keeping a closer eye on her, and that began with this soirée.

He'd left his hair hanging in his eyes after brushing it because he didn't want to look as though he'd bothered too much for a party of Whitley's. His opinion of the evening's host was rather low, and so he opted to forgo wearing a jacket or tie, and wore a simple yet elegant vest over his grey silk shirt. Because without the attention of an attractive woman this evening would be incredibly tedious, he left the top few buttons undone. Satisfied with his appearance, he headed down to the party. He wanted to stay until Nina was ready, but she had invited a friend - thankfully female - and Sebastian did not like to be late. Moreover, he knew that while Nina's taste was classic and conservative, he would never let her out of her dormitory if he saw what she intended to wear, solely because of the others who would be attending this party.

Arriving in the room now themed in black and white, Sebastian found his way towards Whitley to greet him properly, ignoring the goblets of champagne. He had no taste for the stuff, preferring whiskey or scotch. It was what his grandparents had given him to drink at their parties since he was old enough to be trusted with a champagne flute without breaking it. He despised the stuff. That being said, this was a cocktail party, and it wasn't a bar, or even a private gathering of social equals. His preferred alcohol wasn't appropriate, so he'd have to drink some of the champagne to avoid being impolite. Sometimes, Sebastian hated the necessity of tact.

Rather than waiting in a line of silly but ambitious young girls dressed in a wide range of outfits from the appropriate to the gaudy to the shameful Sebastian walked up past Whitley, grabbed a goblet and raised it in a silent toast to his host. Feeling that he had fulfilled his duty to his grandparents Sebastian set out to find people that he was actually willing to spend time with. He knew that Balthazar would probably want to make an entrance, and so Sebastian found a nice nook in which to people-watch, and waited for some actual fun to begin.
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Brianna Cortez
Seventh Year
Joined: 11:01 AM - Jun 14, 2011

9:48 AM - Mar 25, 2012 #7

Unlike the rest of her Hufflepuff dorm mates, Brianna was getting ready for an exclusive party that a certain snake in her life had invited to. And it was something that had been eating away at her insides ever since she got the owl from him. It wasn't that she didn't want to go, since she had already promised she would be there. It's just it would be the first time she'd be seen properly in public with Christopher, as she should start calling him. Previously she had just called Chris 'him' in her head, as she was too scared to let him fully in. But ever since she had said his to his pleading owl asking her to come to his party, Brianna didn't realise that she had been slowly letting him in more. The thought that he had wound his way further in than she had ever thought possible, only added to her nervousness. Although the thought of Fino being there to save her from humiliation, if it came to that calmed her a little, the Hufflepuff girl was still going to walk into an exclusive party filled with Slytherins.

Dealing with one Slytherin was hard enough on its own, but dealing with a large group of them had her shaking in her shoes. It wouldn't do to tell anyone that of course, knowing that what she said could and would be used as ammunition against her. But even that thought couldn't calm her nerves. It seemed like nothing would at this point, except facing her fears head on. Brianna ran a hand through her long hair, which she had opted to leave out tonight in light, curly waves. She hadn't cut it in a while and her black hair was now reaching down to the middle of her back. It had been a long time since her hair had been this long. Perhaps the last time it had reached this length was when she was a little child. The badger smiled to herself as she continued getting ready, remembering the days she spent swimming and chasing her younger siblings around. But it didn't last long as thoughts of the upcoming party crept back into her mind. If it all went well, then everyone would know by tomorrow that Bree was at least 'something' with Chris. If not, then she didn't really want to think about that. She sighed as she put the last of her makeup on her face - a light green eye shadow to match her dress - before turning to the beautiful gown lying on her bed. The dress was a gift from her father earlier in the year and something she hadn't had a chance to wear yet. It was a long gown, but with her hair out and some classy ballet shoes, Brianna felt like she would fit in. The dress was a deep green, with green sparkles running down all around, whilst the neckline was a v shape. There was a dark belt wrapped around above her waist, where the rest of the fabric fell to the floor. It really was a beautiful gift

Amusingly, the dress reminded her of the Slytherin colours and she wondered if Chris would appreciate that she wasn't wearing a speck of yellow on her body. Perhaps it was a wise decision, since she had heard stories about the elitist purebloods that ran in some of the high society circles within the house of Slytherin. To be fair, it was a bit sudden of Chris to drag her into this world that she hadn't really been a part of, since she had heard he too was one of the elitist purebloods. But she guessed that was part of gossip and really, how much could one trust of the gossip that spread around Hogwarts. If anything, she still had Fino to run to if everything got too hard. Or she could leave the party altogether; that was something Brianna wanted to avoid though, since she had a feeling it would make her seem weak in the eyes of Chris' peers. Although she had been weak in the past, ever since he came and into her life and shook her world upside down, Bree had been trying very hard to feel more confidence and raise her self esteem. With nothing left to do, except grab her wand and place it in a special pocket in her dress, the badger gathered all her courage and made her way down towards the Slytherin common room.

The last time she had been down in these corridors was when she had first met Chris and that was an experience in itself. Brianna shivered slightly as she came around the corner to where she had first run into him and moved her eyes towards the common room doors. It wouldn’t do to drag out the memories from her past encounters with Chris. Looking at the doors, Bree saw they were shut, but she was certain if she knocked three times as he instructed, then Chris would come out to get her. If not, then she'd be stuck out there until someone else heard her knocks or came out. Moving her hand up to the door, Bree froze and stared at the spot where her hand would come into contact. She still had a chance to leave and tell Christopher she came down with a cold and couldn't make it. That way, she didn't have to face all the stares from the Slytherins. Surely they didn't want a Hufflepuff like her there, even if she had been invited by the host. It would also save her any potential humiliation that might come her way from being with Chris. Taking a deep breath, Bree muttered "It's now or never Cortez," before knocking loudly three times.

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Niniane Moriarty
First Year
Joined: 4:07 AM - Jun 22, 2011

6:37 PM - Mar 25, 2012 #8

The moment classes ended, Niniane had dragged Gwen down to the dungeons with the express purpose of spending a wonderful weekend with her best mates. There was a party tonight which Nina would use as a starter, but the real fun would be the sleepover with her best friend and her cousin that she would be allowed because of this night. The party was really just an excuse; Slytherins didn't really appreciate their own inviting outsiders into their den. As it was, the password would probably be reset in the morning just in case. One couldn't be too careful, and Slytherins were often paranoid. Gwen was a Ravenclaw, and had a sister in Slytherin, so Nina was certain that she'd be just fine and safe in the House of Snakes, and of course Isolde had family in Nina and Sebastian. Niniane didn't intend to leave her friends alone for a minute. While no one would risk causing physical harm to the girls, no one could keep them psychologically safe. If there was one thing that Nina had learned from growing up with Sebastian, it's that even a few words could destroy someone. Gwen was brilliant but she was shy, and Nina had no doubt that her housemates could pick apart her deepest insecurities. Most were afraid enough of Pippa Fitzpatrick to leave her younger sister alone, but Nina knew that not all of them knew when to quit, and there were a few who weren't going to let someone with impure blood ruin their fun. Nina's blood and her elder brother would protect Gwen tonight, and Isolde, well, despite not being a Slytherin she grew up in this bloody mess, so she knew what to expect and how to handle herself.

With a sigh, Nina returned to the task of getting ready for the evening. She wasn't overly fond of these swanky events. They always made her slightly uncomfortable, because every single person at the event who spoke to her wanted something from her. Whether it was her brother's good favor or her family's influence, or even a connection with her as she was a promising young witch, Slytherins at these events knew how to trap you. Nina had begged her friend to come so that she would have someone to talk to who didn't want to get something from her, and she'd invited her Hufflepuff cousin Isolde for family solidarity. With Gwen on her arm any leeches would have to speak cryptically, and Nina could ignore them. As long as she did it properly, her social station could let her get away with a limited amount of rudeness, as a second born child. Her manners didn't need to be impeccable unless she was in the presence of her grandparents, and so Nina didn't feel as though she had to present a perfect front tonight. Most of the Slytherins wouldn't notice if she was being rude anyway. Not everyone, even purebloods, had gotten the same exhaustive training that the Moriarty family had insisted on.

Slipping into her demure black cocktail dress, Nina turned to her eagle friend. "Are you ready, Gwen? I promise it won't be so bad, and you won't have to talk to anyone you don't know if you want. Just smile and nod when I introduce you," Nina instructed, feeling the nerves that rolled off her friend in waves. "And Isolde should arrive shortly. You won't have to rely on just me." Fastening her delicate gold and garnet bracelet, a gift from Sebastian that matched her earrings (Moriarty family heirlooms), Nina felt ready to face her House. Clad in the Moriarty family's colors of black, crimson, and gold, Nina had a shield against the worst of the plotting that could occur, though the trade off was that it was a beacon for social climbers. Hopefully it wouldn't be too terrible once people got drunk, and Nina, Isolde and Gwen could sneak back upstairs to chat, get their schoolwork out of the way, and then spend the night just having fun. It was times like this that Nina wished she'd been sorted into Ravenclaw, but they didn't last. Bookish she was, but an absent-minded academic she was not. Slytherins were more difficult people, and Nina enjoyed that. As much as she loved Gwen, the two of them wouldn't be best friends if they were together all of the time. They each needed a break from each other, Nina to get her serpentine instincts under control, and Gwen to pursue academic interests that Nina had no desire to know.

Standing, she headed to the top of the staircase leading downstairs, and held out her hand to her friend. "Come on. Let's show them all how we deal with these obvious power plays."
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Gwen Fitzpatrick
First Year
Joined: 5:09 AM - Jul 11, 2011

8:13 PM - Mar 26, 2012 #9

  • If there was one place in the world that made others shake in their shoes that the young Gwen Fitzpatrick felt at home in – or at least not petrified of – it was the Slytherin common room. She hadn’t really been there that often, but it certainly wasn’t as scary for her as it was for others. Her older brother James, currently in training to be a curse breaker, and her older sister Pippa, probably one of the most popular green-clad girls within her year, were both members of the proud house of Slytherin. Her best friend, Nina Moriarty, was also a member of the house. Even with a beloved sister and a close friend, any trip to the dungeon and the lush atmosphere, made the eagle a bit apprehensive. Adding to her anxiety was the fact that Clive Ridley very well could be there. She hadn’t seen him since that day in the Three Broomsticks and something seemed to be bothering her about him. Why hadn’t he bothered to continue their friendship upon returning to Hogwarts? And what had he been doing with that girl in the pub to begin with?

    Sighing, she turned into the mirror in Nina’s room attempting to make sure her obviously straight hair would do something aside from hang in strings about her face. A muted silver headband, the same shade as her shoes shone against the love auburn shade. Her makeup was natural and brought out the natural rose in her pale cheeks. Naturally cherry lip completed her round face and where the canvas for which her dress hung. It was something Pippa had made for her – a bit more modest for her younger, more conservative sister. The slate blue, more gray than blue, fell into a three-tiered and meticulously pleated skirt. The frock swept against the redhead’s curves, tying the waist to emphasize both it and her budding breasts without clinging or revealing too much. Falling just at her knees, the straight skirt made of Chiffon swept elegantly as she moved. It whispered of the elegance of the Roaring Twenties, while an update under the hands of her sister made a bold statement. Muted silver shoes completed her look at the low heel made her feel pretty without a towering effect that would make her feel as if she were going to fall over. The whole outfit was lovely, but really she was a walking mannequin for her sister. And the devoted younger girl didn’t care one bit.

    “Ready!” Gwen proclaimed with a smile, finally turning from the mirror. She ran a hand through her hair, tucking it off her face. She hid her nerves gracefully behind the confident smile as she followed her friend out the door and away from the sanctuary that was Nina’s dorm. She was leaving behind her school books and things for a sleepover. It would be a fun night – if they made it through this party. Their shoes clicked against the stone as they moved down the hall, finally ending at the top of the stairs. The Ravenclaw’s hand found her best mate’s and she gripped it softly as they descended the stairs. There was already a buzz of noise emanating from the common room, music softly straining through the din of students milling around. Glasses clinked and feet shuffled across the floor. The witch couldn’t help but wonder if there might be dancing later. She did rather enjoy dancing.

    Finally, when reaching the bottom, Gwen took in the changes to the room since she’d entered it a few hours ago. It looked tidier – the leather of the sofas glowed softly and the spread of pretty glasses on the table with buckets of ice and champagne delicately glistening under the soft candle light. The sight of her host made her stomach hurt. It was him. The boy that had broken Pippa’s heart and didn’t seem to give a damn about it one bit. Scowling, she pulled her friend away from the receiving line of bimbos and Max Auctherlony currently speaking with Christopher Whitley. She couldn’t stand the smug smile on his face or the suave way he was standing, just waiting for everyone to fawn all over him and this awesome party. If she was really looking to show him that she scorned him, she might have to actually talk to the boy. But for now she was going to see her sister, grab a flute of champagne, and perhaps try to ignore the fact that she was eating on that jerk’s galleon.</li>
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Balthazar Harkonen
Fifth Year
Joined: 3:32 AM - Mar 17, 2011

7:40 AM - Mar 27, 2012 #10

It was easy to walk into a party a simply grab up the attention of whoever decided to turn their eyes towards the door; it would be easy for Zar to do something to become the center of attention. There had been times where snatching up everyone’s attention was as easy as snapping a finger. As a wizard, he could even put his wand to his throat and elevate the volume of his voice to ear splitting levels. Luckily for his self-image and the ear drums of everyone at the part, he had no interest in obnoxiously entering the party and immediately announcing himself, especially in a party filled with people who had a bloated sense of self-importance. That said, despite Balthazar’s sizeable ego, he managed to arrive to the party without immediately drawing attention to himself, or at least he arrived with no intentions of such. He could not help those who were already watching for the door, or those already looking for him expecting his presence to add some unnecessary spice to Christopher’s party, who Balthazar was confidently considered competent enough to throw a half-decent party. That in mind, the Slytherin had no expectations for anyone or anything tonight, and it was admittedly refreshing. This did not mean, of course, that he would settle for being bored or in bad company.

To help convey the messages the Head Boy was avoiding explicitly saying with mouth, he communicated through how he carried himself. He dressed without any consideration for color, contradicting his typically showy manner of garb—he forwent the expected display of monetary affluence and instead outfitted himself with a simplistic, black button-up shirt, a black, a black blazer, black slacks, black shoes, and finished off with a black tie. He made no attempts at flaunting his money, but still played it appropriately for such a swanky evening. All black; nothing more. His hair was cut and cropped close to his head, and truly the most color on his person manifested in his glacial irises staring at the door separating him from the party. His hand rose to adjust the knot of his tie, and he took a moment to breathe. He knew what faces to expect behind the door; he knew what personalities anticipate. Similarly, anyone who thought the Head Boy might arrive should have, if he was at all on the brain, been anticipating the gargantuan size of his ego as it burst into the room. They would be surprised when he humbled himself before everyone, and removed himself from the archetype of the everyday Slytherin, even though he was far from the everyday. More accurately, he was removing himself from the “everyday Balthazar”. The “Slytherin Prince” –truly the closest thing Hogwarts would get to royalty- would humble himself, and downplay the moniker that he had coined. He spoke the password, and the guard of the Slytherin common room opened for him the door, and the seventh year Slytherin, upperclassman, and Head Boy would carry himself into the room, a subdued smirk on the scruffy features of his face.

Despite lowered expectations and conscious attempts to remain relatively inconspicuous, some part of him still expected to the room to erupt in a flurry of applause at his entrance, or at least the furtive glances of intrigued and intimidated parties all around the room. He hid whatever modicum of disappointment might have dripped into his mind and instead walked with hands shoved into his pockets directly towards the drinks, eyes fixed on a spot with all the appetizers and hors d’oeuvre, and rarely moving elsewhere. They seldom broke from their focused upon destination save to observe someone who, out of his peripherals, may or may not have looked familiar, and for that reason, Bailey Hayes gets a glance and a cordial nod of the head. The Head Boy, however, reserved a small smile for Pippa Fitzpatrick, who he found himself flirting with on occasion, though it was in an admittedly unorthodox fashion. Most, if not all, interactions with Pippa in the past had been flirtatious in some way, and yet all of the, to the Slytherin’s recollection, had been solely with their eyes. Small smirks exchanged in class, and fleeting moments of suggestive banter passed with playful, lustful, but subdued glances in the corridors. No was no different. He threw her a look, one that continued to play with the boundaries they hadn’t yet crossed, and then continued on his way to those aforementioned drinks, determined to get something to wet his whistle before he engaged in pleasantries and niceties. If someone was expecting him to bring some sort of drama to the party, then he was successfully letting them down at the moment.

The Head Boy paid no mind to anyone else after the exchange with Pippa, assuming she saw it and responded to it in some way. He was not ready to be all to social; at least, he needed a moment when not walking with his subdued swagger to read the atmosphere of the party. He didn’t suspect it would be too hard. It may have been if he’d shown up fashionably late or horribly late, but he’d actually arrived somewhat on time. Still, he intended to be his usual, calm self, but with a touch less arrogance and egotism than many were used to. He suspected that might keep most people from approaching him, for even among the Slytherin elite, Balthazar’s reputation was nigh on legendary. All in all, he needed a moment to adjust. With a drink finally in hand, he could begin doing just that.
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Prose Williamson
First Year
Joined: 8:36 AM - Feb 26, 2012

2:44 AM - Apr 08, 2012 #11

One wink and a nod received, Prose was on her way to fulfilling exactly what she had aimed to get by coming to this party. She downed the last of her half glass of champagne and waved her hand slightly to let her two fellow Slytherin girls know that she was going to a different part of the room, and walked over to the boys, working extremely difficultly not to make any eye contact with Chris as she did so. She was aiming for one Max Auctherlony and, her being quite confident in her own right, she decided to take it upon herself to walk up to him first. Of course she had seen that Max had greeted the bastard who broke her friend’s spirit and heart in one fell swoop, but Prose supposed that he was simply being kind to the man who had set up the wonderful party. It wasn’t a huge deal unless Prose herself decided to talk to Chris, so moving in on Max was perfectly fine. Arriving over where the boys were gathered, she moved herself around to where she was on the opposite side of Max, so he was in between her and Christopher, tapped Max on the shoulder, and smiled.

Max was undeniably a beautiful person, his brown eyes seeming to be the perfect shade to bring out his wonderful facial features. He had a sort of cute-at-the-same-time-as-handsome look that worked for him so well it was quite amazing. Really, it was quite like Prose in that aspect. Her own appearance was self-described as “cute-hot” mainly because she was short as hell and had those large eyes that really added to the young look she had going for her. Still, even though her face looked young, she had grown into her short body quickly, and looked fantastic in what she was wearing that night. Max did as well, and Prose was certain it would be exceedingly fun to flirt with the sharply dressed boy at this party. Music had yet to start playing, though even when it did the sixth year girl was certain it wouldn’t be something she particularly enjoyed, but she was sure she would enjoy a dance with the boy standing in front of her.

Looking up at the Slytherin directly in his eyes, the sixteen year old grinned, thinking of the right words to say to begin her adventure that night. Truly, it probably didn’t matter that much what she said, mainly because of the obvious interest the man had shown in her earlier, but she still wanted to make a good first impression. Coming on too strongly would perhaps not work well, as men liked the chase, but hey, Prose was obviously looking for attention. “Hey there, Max is it?” she finally decided on, aiming for the half-condescending feel to her first greeting with the asking of the man’s name, “Quite a party, I must say, plus the champagne is the perfect combination of dry and sweet. You should try some.” She was certain this was the proper amount of confidence to make Max even more interested than he perhaps already was, and she looked forward to his response, keeping her grin on her face as she stood there.
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