A WELCOMING OF ALL. || SW thread

[tonks]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! Nymphadora just laughed as she was enjoying her time. She couldn't believe that she was actually doing this. Sirius would never let her live this down. The fact that she actually did what he had suggested and changed her appearance to fool the older students is just ridiculous. Moody would be furious. The thought of an angry Moody was quite a thought. She only had to pray that Sirius didn't find out. She would be able to get through the teasing if he did. On a brighter note though, this was coming quite easy. She had already had about three different guys come talk to her. One even offered a dance. She flirted a bit with each and politely declined the dance. She told him perhaps later. She was asked once what house she was in. She didn't technically lie when she said Hufflepuff. It was her former house after all. Besides, even if these guys were interested in her she would be herself again by the end of the night and they would forget about the young cute girl they met at the dance. That was the good thing about being young. They didn't need much to get over things, normally anyways. As she was talking to the fourth guy to come up to her she was also thinking about what the twins were up to. She had to try and think what they could possibly do. Now they had to do something that would basically affect everyone. To do that though they would have to be able to get to everyone. That was the question then. In all this madness how would they be able to get to everyone? She was brought out of her thoughts when the young man asked if she wanted some punch. She smiled and declined as he left. Then it hit her. She looked around the room, there were cups of punch in the hands of many. She smiled a bit and shook her head. That had to be it. The only way she could really think about being able to get to everyone subtly. Through the punch. She had to hand it to them. They had style. This would definitely be an interesting show. As she walked around the Great Hall again, she couldn't help but notice Harry and his friend. Ron didn't look to happy about it. What was his problem? The only time she ever saw him get worked up about something really was when it involved...Slytherins. Was the cause? Was that girl that Harry was with a Slytherin? Now that was definitely interesting. Then something else caught her eye. Snape was with another guy. She believed that that was the new Professor she had heard about. Everything was fine until the next moment she had not been expecting. He kissed Snape on the cheek. What the hell was that? Oh, Sirius would love to know about that. 287 WORDS , TAG:Open , OUTFIT , Current Appearance

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[HERMIONE GRANGER]

She nodded at Harry. She felt bad for ditching him, where she should have been sticking up for him. But both of her best friends had valid points, and Hermione figured Harry would be more levelheaded if she left him than Ron would be, given his already fuming state. She turned to Ron, and followed him to a corner where nobody else was. Hermione supposed Ron wanted to be more alone after having blown up in Harry's face in front of everyone. "Accio punch." Hermione cast a spell after pulling her wand out, and two glasses of punch floated her way. She carried them over with her to Ron, who ran his fingers through his hair, and Hermione sighed. He said he would never come to a dance again, and Hermione looked upset. She did not want Ron to stay away from dances anymore, she wanted him to be there with her. Hermione wanted Ron around with her at the events she participated in, because most of the time, he was great to have around. "Ron, don't say that. I want you here. Everyone wants you here. If you weren't here, who would I talk to, who would I dance with? You're the only guy who would come up to me and talk to em, let alone look my way. I need you here. So you had one big fight, you were trying to help Harry, and you got your message out. You can still make this a good dance. Hermione had hesitated to say it, but Ron was feeling down and she needed to cheer him up. Hermione had actually mentioned that she needed Ron around to keep her company, and that she needed him in general. Hermione was telling the truth, but she had not planned on saying some of the things she had.

Hermione offered Ron the punch she had cast a spell to retrieve, outstretching her arm toward him so she could hand it to him. She held her own in her other hand, hoping that Ron would take his and not yell at her. Hermione wanted them to get back to being positive, to having fun, to not being stuck in a corner ranting about Harry and his date. She wanted so desperately to make Ron feel better, and so Hermione attempted to tell him what he wanted to hear. "Ron, you did the right thing. You told him what he needed to hear. I don't trust her very much, myself. I just didn't want to say anything too soon. But he will have to figure it out for himself. He will have to find out what happens on his own. I mean, I found out the same way with Krum. Everyone has to learn on their own. He's happy now, and you are being a great best friend, but he has to do some things on his own. He'll just have to figure it out on his own. We can't do anything to change his mind now." Hermione explained to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him further, and hoping it would work. She wanted to have one good dance.

[harryjamespotter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 400px; background-image: url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u62/King_Giana/Harry%20Potter/harry_potter_bgbw.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141] A Welcoming of All Amid the madness of his own personal drama with Astoria and his friends, Harry had not been paying a great deal of attention to the room around them. He had, however, motioned to the dance floor before noticing Astoria's sister and he had, in fact, taken note of Neville. Awaiting the approach of another possible blow out, Harry looked around the room again, trying to see if he could find Fred or George in the crowd. Although he did not see either twin, Harry was one of the many students privy to watching Professor Snape dance with the new Transfigurations professor, whose name Harry had not yet figured out. Perhaps if he had known it, his reaction would have been a little less odd. "That bastard," Harry growled, his eyes narrowing in Snape's direction as he thought of a man who'd poured his heart out to a stranger just to bleed out some of the pain Snape was putting him through. Thinking of the ever-increasing pile of letters he had hidden away under lock, key and spell, Harry was filled with a complete and utter indignation when the Transfiguration's professor kissed Snape's cheek - and wasn't hexed for it. "Yeah, I saw it," Harry stated darkly, his eyes narrowing dangerously at Snape's back as he left the dance floor. "And all I have to say is, if his name isn't Eric then I damn well hope someone breaks Snape's nose. I'll do it myself if I have to." Before he could explain himself - not that he intended to do so, mind - Harry stiffened slightly as Daphne came up and instantly took hold of Astoria's arm. His own grip on the younger girl tightened automatically in a protective manner, before he internally told himself Astoria's sister would hardly hurt her. With a reassuring squeeze, Harry released Tori, though he kept a close eye on her and Daphne. Harry couldn't help but smile at Astoria's words, and in light of them he gave Daphne a polite nod as well. When Astoria returned to him, he was a bit surprised by the fluttering feeling he felt when she easily slid an arm around him. Wordlessly, he returned the one armed embrace and faced Daphne squarely, as though making some sort of unspoken challenge. Yes, he was Harry Potter, Gryffindor, undesirable number one with the Daily Prophet and the Toad, and Astoria was a completely obscure Slytherin who'd done nothing to deserve the rude attentions she had received this evening beyond daring to associate with him. As such, he would stand by her in the face of anyone - including his friends, and her sister. Tag: Astoria/Daphne/Open Outfit

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[FRED WEASLEY]

mentioned in this post:
george weasley
ginny weasley
nymphadora tonks
harry potter
astoria greengrass
ron weasley


It was perfect. They now had the perfect opportunity to mess with Ron while he was with Hermione. She was undoubtedly smart enough to know that something would be wrong to him once he started reacting to it, but it'd be amusing to watch, all the same. Never have I doubted your brilliance, Forge. I simply don't enjoy waiting to hear about it. A smirk appeared on his face when Ginny approcahed. I still have reason to believe that you'll be getting down with Mr. Corner before the evening is through, he said as he suspiciously covered the bottle slightly with his hand. In order to keep the potion unnoticed, which was always a total fail when Fred tried to do it, he lightly shoved his twin further from Ginny and up against the buffet table.

As soon as Tonks came over, Fred's confidence was altered ever so slightly. Tonks wouldn't bust them or make a scene about the potion, but she could do something. She could tell Molly Weasley, the last person on the planet that Fred wanted upset. He felt better as she winked, giving the assumption that she was onto them but she wasn't going to ruin their fun unless she had to. Nice to see you, Tonks, he said with a grin before suddenly getting the urge to remove himself from the awkwardness. He knew himself. Knowing him, he was about to say something that was going to blow their cover. He'd let George fix it...he'd be better at that anyway. Well, I think Ron needs... something that..he..doesn't.... have..I'll be back.

He rushed by George, unintentionally jerking into his arm... the arm that held the soon-to-be-infamous potion. Not realizing what he had done, Fred continued on his journey across the floor and over to where the trio had been standing, accompanied by someone he was not familiar with. Putting his arm on Ron's shoulder like an armrest , he nodded a slight greeting to the rest of the younger students. 'Ello, Ronnie, Hermione. You look a bit peeved, everything alright? If you ask me, the fact that Gin is dressed up is a tad frightening. His eyes flashed to Harry as he noted that their friend was not with them. Ron probably wants to be alone with his girl, but comon, now. Since when .. his thoughts were cut off and he didn't bother to ask Ron for an explanation, knowing he wouldn't get anything out of the stubborn fifth year. Beautiful tonight, Miss Granger, as always. He turned to his brother again for one more moment. You'll be having fun soon, I guarantee it, he smirked mischievously while ruffling the boy's hair. Oh, would things pick up once they got that potion to Ron.

Giving one last nod to the two love birds, he turned his head and walked over to Harry, who now stood alone. He seemed to be fixated on two girls, one of whom Fred recognized as Daphne Greengrass. Why Harry was associating with two SLytherin girls, Fred didn't know, but he wasn't going to get involved. The more he thought about it, the more he had a feeling that Ron hadn't been so understanding. 'Ello, Harry, he said, offering a friendly smile. Well, you're looking sharp, he added while taking the hat from Harry's head and putting it on his own. It probably looked better on you, he thought aloud. Oh, the things he could do while trying to buy his twin some time.

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[GEORGE WEASLEY]

George had to smirk at his twin. ”Oh dear Gred, it brightens my day to see you antsy about something I’ve brilliantly come up with. It’s half the fun!” It was true. He loved seeing his plans go the way they wanted, but he also loved seeing Fred’s excitement and approval for them. They made a great team. He rolled his eyes at his brother’s protective self. Ginny was the youngest, and the only girl. They all made sure she was safe and not roaming around with different blokes. George liked Michael, so he didn’t dwell on that matter too much. He gave his sister a reassuring smile and backed away when Fred pushed him slightly. He was by the punch. Oh how he wanted some punch.

He knew Tonks wouldn’t rat them out. She knew them too well. He gave her a nod back and picked up a cup to pour some punch into. He lifted the ladle and poured some in, making sure the vial did not spill. He wasn’t able to find a cork for it, so it was quite open. He managed to take a long drink without spilling it. Ah, that quenched his thirst. He rolled his eyes as his twin wanting to get away from something that was bound to be awkward. ”You’re only going to make more situations difficult oh wise one.” He muttered that so Fred couldn’t hear it. He loved being sarcastic and calling his twin the wise one. He obviously was smart, but not wise.

As Fred was leaving to go do, whatever he was going to do, he bumped into George. The arm the vial was in was affected the most. As his eyes went wide in shock, he realized what had just happened. Fred’s bump made his arm accidentally drop the vial into the punch. Hoping that perhaps none of it spilled, he used the ladle to pick out the vial and pour it into the cup he had. He carefully picked the vial out. Bloody hell. It had all spilled. Not wanting to look any more suspicious, he dumped his punch from his cup and the punch that had replaced the potion in his vial back into the bowl. He pocketed the vial and shrugged. This would be better than just pranking Ron.

By the time all that had happened, Fred was over by Harry and two girls he didn’t really think he recognized. Not wanting to be at the scene of the crime, he made his way over to his twin and Harry just as one of the girls, who seemed to be arguing with the girl he remembered as Daphne Greengrass, put his arm around Harry, and he did the same. He figured the other girl was Astoria, Daphne’s sister. Which was probably why Daphne did not seem happy. He didn’t like Slytherins, but this was Harry’s choice. He would have to deal with it. ”Ladies. Harry. Yes Fred, it did look better on him.”

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[DAPHNE GREENGRASS]

Daphne still had so much to say to her sister but as she wrapped an arm around Potter’s waist, all those words couldn’t form. She was just too shocked. Since when had her sister ever had the chance to talk to Potter? Why hadn’t she told Daphne about it? Her own sister… She couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed. Daphne didn’t have anything personal against the Potter boy but still. What other secrets could her sister be keeping from her?

Before Daphne’s ability to speak came back or gain a footing on the situation, one of the Weasley twins appeared, smiling away taking the hat Potter had been wearing and placing it smartly on his head making a comment on how it looked on him verses Potter. Shortly after the other one appeared, adding his own comment to the conversation.

Knowing the Weasley twins had trouble close behind their heels at all time, Daphne figured now would be a good time to take leave of this gathering and find entertainment elsewhere. Taking a step near her sister Daphne whispered in her ear “We shall discuss this later. We’re nowhere NEAR close to finished with this conversation.”

Giving a glance to the three boys Daphne was unsure whether or not to offer a farewell, so she gave a slight not and quickly went on her way. Not quite sure where to go she just wandered around. Off in her own world she only stopped when she bumped into someone.
‘Great, just what I need…’ She thought to herself. She took a deep breath and looked up to see whom she had run into before offering any apologies.

[ASTORIA GREENGRASS]

Astoria knew Daphne would not be happy. And she was right to say the least. Her sister was bloody enraged. Astoria would tell her eventually, but not at the moment. Definitely not at the moment. Harry’s cursing out loud brought her attention back to what was going on in real life, out of her mind. It also confused her. Who was he talking about? And why was he saying that. She was just, really confused. What he said next, well, it confused her even more, if that was possible. Her head was actually starting to ache from what he said. ”Who’s Eric? And what does he have to with Snape? And why are you going to break his nose? I’m so bloody lost. Are you always this confusing?” She hoped not. That’s the last thing she needed. Judged and confused beyond all belief. Another question, why did Harry seem to care so much? Shaking her head, she figured she would figure this all out later.

The next moment got her a little bit more confused because one of the twins approached them. She was horrible at telling the Weasley twins apart. Of course, she didn’t spend much time with them, and only knew them because they were pretty dang famous amongst the students. Their pranks and jokes were pretty brilliant, she had to truthfully admit. She giggled as the twin took his Harry’s hat and joked about it. She continued to giggle as to what the other twin had to say when he appeared. Her mood went back down as her sister whispered in her ear. She nodded, knowing it was true. She started to feel bad again, but put on a smile to introduce herself. ”Wow. The Weasley twins up close and personal. I feel like I’m talking to celebrities. I’m Astoria Greengrass, and I actually feel a little short right now.” She was trying to be funny to make them feel like they could be okay with Harry being around her. She did not need anymore people judging her.

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[DRACO MALFOY]

Draco had been contently sitting in the Common Room, half listening to Crabbe and Goyle's attempt at an intellectual conversation (they were failing miserably at it), his head resting on his hand as his elbow was propped up on the arm of the chair he sat on. Draco had looked positively bored, but at least he was not attending the idiocy called a dance that the crackpot Dumbledore had announced. Draco had sneered and rolled his eyes, caring less than anyone that a dance was happening in the school he attended. He was perfectly fine sitting in the Common Room, where there was a lack of stupidity (albeit the two goons he sat with), and less people that would irritate him. At least Draco could tolerate Crabbe and Goyle. His night was going well until a high pitched voice interrupted his own thoughts. His face was painted into a frustrated tone, and he looked beside him to see Pansy Parkinson, in a dress, prodding him to join her at the dance. The last thing he wanted right at the moment was Pansy's nagging and pestering. If he wanted someone to pester him, he would have called on her to join him by his chair. But, had Draco done that, Pansy would have been on his lap, stroking his hair, trying to convince him to go to the dance. She was attempting to list reasons why Draco should get dressed and go to the dance, but he was blatantly refusing. Draco could not have been more blunt if he'd tried. He was flat out refusing and there was not much he could do.

Oh great, she's pouting. Draco thought to himself in annoyance, before raising an eyebrow at her in question. Was she seriously thinking that pouting would work to sway Draco's opinion? Clearly the girl was not in the right state of mind to be dealing with Draco Malfoy. It would take much more than a pout and a bat of lashes for Draco to be wooed into doing something for somebody else, unless it was his father. He had to obey his father, that was the rule. Obey or be disowned. Draco finally gave in to Pansy's argument, mainly because he was tired of listening to her drone on endlessly about how she desired his presence. How Slytherin would adore his existence in the dance. She could be really, very irritating at some points. At one time, Draco had fancied Pansy. Now, she was just a nagging prat who didn't like Draco hanging out with any other girl. Draco changed into a suitable outfit and went back to the Common Room, telling both Crabbe and Goyle he would return soon. He had no plans to stay for a long amount of time. He was more or less going to shut Pansy up, see what drama everyone else was causing, and to perhaps cause some chaos of his own. Other than that, he was going to make sure none of his friends were in trouble or danger. He was a prat himself at times, but his friends were very important to him.

Draco walked in with his hands in his pants pockets. He was not trying to impress anyone, he was simply showing that he could go to a dance, so Pansy would quit her droning on and on about him. Draco saw Neville Longbottom in what was his sort of excuse for suitable dress robes. Harry Potter looked like quite the odd sort as well, but Draco supposed that was usual for Harry Potter, not having a sense of what was suitable for anyone, especially himself. Draco shook his head, displeased with all of the lack of society built up in the school. Many people knew Draco did not like Hogwarts, and he had made that clear many times. His wand was hidden in an inside pocket, in case he needed it for later. Draco noted discreetly that Astoria, his good friend, was being held in by Potter, and he grimaced a bit. He did not like the fact that Astoria was going with Potter, but he knew the plan that lay underneath, and it brought joy to him, strangely. He saw Daphne near Astoria and walked to her. "Hello, Daphne." Draco spoke, and he was close enough for her to hear, but she did not seem to. He got closer but bumped into her from behind because a Gryffindor bumped into him. He glared at the Gryffindor, fighting not to sneer at the fool for bumping into him. Instead, he looked at Daphne. "Bloody Gryffindor bumped into me. Are you alright?" Draco questioned, looking down at her because he was a fair bit taller than her. At least he'd found someone worth spending time with at the dance.

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[DAPHNE GREENGRASS]

“OH! Hello, Draco.” Daphne let out a sigh of relief when she saw that it was her friend. She wasn’t in the mood for it to be anyone else. She looked up to meet his gaze. “I’m fine. Just a little…” looking back to her sister who was still with Potter and the Weasley’s. “Flustered.” I wasn’t expecting you to be here though, what brings-“ She stopped asking when she saw Pansy looking for him franticly. “Ah. I get it now.” She couldn't help but laugh slightly at her friend’s tormentor. But the laugh was short lived as the previous events continued to scroll through her mind.
“I was just on my way out. I’m not even sure why I came to this stupid thing.” She didn’t want Draco to see how uncharacteristically flustered she was. “I’m thinking about just going to go walk around the grounds actually.” It should be nice and quiet since just about everyone in the school is here anyway, she thought to herself. Even though she didn’t want to be alone at a time like this she wasn’t about to tell him that. She had to keep the Ice Queen facade up at all times. No matter how much seeing her sister keep secrets was hurting her.
Straitening up she looked Draco in the face again. “How much longer do you plan on staying here yourself? I’m sure Pansy would have a conniption if you disappeared on her.” She teased.

[ALICIA SPINNET]

Alicia didn't think she had ever been so uncomfortable in her life. Here she was in the middle of the Great Hall, wearing a dress that was sure to look absolutely ridiculous on her, and already she had begun to play the part of the wallflower. Her hands were nervously wringing together in front of her as she slid inside and out of the way, not wanting to be the one that the Twins pranked that evening. Oh no, she was more then aware of what that look on their faces meant. She'd seen it often enough on the Quidditch Pitch when the boys silently decided between the two of them that they were going after one player in particular after someone had been knocked from their broom or one of the Gryffindor Chasers lost possession of the Quaffle. But that was Fred and George for you, always quick and ready with some kind of plan...

Noticing that Angelina seemed to know the woman that had begun speaking to them, Alicia tried not to look overly surprised when her appearance changed and she looked far more like a student then an adult. She'd read about Metamorphmagi before and what they could do, but their ability was rather rare even by the standards of the wizarding world, and she couldn't help but marvel at how amazing it really was. Still, she said nothing that would interrupt their conversation and instead focused on what was happening around her. Was that Harry over there with a Slytherin girl? She recognized Daphne Greengrass, but not the younger girl beside her. Could it possibly be her little sister? The name of the girl totally escaped her, but Alicia resisted the urge to wander over and smack Harry. If Angelina saw him, all hell would break loose and she'd be needed to restrain her friend.

Instead she simply pressed her back against the wall, feeling out of place and uncomfortable. Perhaps she should just slip back into the Gryffindor Common Room, she thought to herself. It wasn't like she would be missed. Dances had never been her thing anyway, and this was exactly what had happened at the Yule Ball when Fred and Angelina had gone together. Yes, that seemed like the best idea she'd come up with all night. And so, very slowly, she turned on the ball of her foot and shifted toward the door. Nobody would notice, she'd get away unscathed. It was the perfect plan....

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[lavender]

“It’s like those lyrics were written for us!” Lavender dreamily agreed with Parvati, her keen eyes keeping tabs on Harry, Ron, Hermione, and that Slytherin girl. She nodded cheerfully to the wall flowers at the punch bowl. None of them were worth her time, since it was unlikely they’d dance if they were already staking out the food or drink. Now honestly! What was the point of going to a dance if you weren’t going to dance! You could have conversation in the common rooms, and you wouldn’t even have to wander around in heels to do so!

Now, don’t get Lavender wrong. She loved her heels.

But they weren’t exactly like a nice, comfortable pair of flats, now were they?

“Oh, thank you CJ!” Lavender grinned broadly at Parvati in between taking sips from her cup of punch. He was such a gentleman! And had a healthy appreciation of the Weird Sisters, which meant he couldn’t go wrong in this crowd! Lavender was definitely doing the right thing by setting them up. CJ was a good friend, Parvati was her best friend. Lavender wasn’t expecting them to date or anything. Oh no, Lavender knew that Parvati harboured a thing for Dean. But CJ was so nice, and wanted to dance! At the very least, Parvati would have a good time!

“Kirley Duke is really underappreciated, you know! And comes from such a talented family! His sister, the quidditch player, just had a spread in the Witch Weekly yearly fashion spread! Some families just have all the luck...” Lavender finished wistfully as she cast her eyes around the room. Seamus and Dean had disappeared. They better not be off snogging with those girls!

More determined than ever, Lavender focused her attention her friends. “I’m sorry, it’s just so early for dancing! You know me, I like to get all my socializing in early! I’m going to go take a walk and see if I can find Seamus,” the lie slid off her tongue easily, for Lavender had certainly already spotted that darn Seamus, “but you two should dance! And maybe I could come and join you later?” She had no intention doing that. Only losers honed in on a boy and girl dancing together. Losers and over protective brothers.

With one last smile and wave, Lavender drifted away from the punch table and Parvati and CJ, and heading in the exact opposite direction from where Seamus was spotted, she approached the Golden Trio [and their token Slytherin]. Unfortunately, a lot of things went down in the time it took Lavender to cross the Great Hall. After all, there were plenty of people to chat to! That cute Ravenclaw from Astronomy, and that lovely Hufflepuff who had read her palm in Divination... By the time Lavender had made her way to the group, they had already split. Undeterred, Lavender approached Hermione and Ron, completely oblivious to their little powwow in the corner.

“Hi Ron!” Lavender greeted brightly, flicking her straightened hair back behind her shoulder. “Hello Hermione,” came a beat later. While any other girl would be awkward about approaching a roommate she didn’t get along with, and a bloke who only ever spoke to her to say things like, “Can I see your Uranus, too?” that just wasn’t Lavender. “Are you having a good time?” What Lavender really wanted to say was, ‘What’s up with the Slytherin?’ but even Lavender had some tact. Occasionally.

[ron]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

TAG: Hermione, Fred, Lavender ONE LAST THING: I love Ron forever and ever.

Flustered? Yes, you could say that Ron was a bit flustered. Hermione…. Hermione wanted to dance…. With Ron. She made that quite clear. Hadn’t she? In response, well, Ron was just staring at her completely unsure of what to say. The time to respond had quite passed, but still, he stared at her. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again and closed it again. Finally, he decided what he needed to ask. He had to know. “Y-y-you want to dance?” From his tone, it was clear that he was not asking her to dance, but was merely asking generally if she wanted to dance with him. Sure, they had spent the night talking, people might have thought they went together as more than just friends, but if they danced, well, then, people would really think they were on a date? Wouldn’t they? Is that what she wanted? It was very girl-like. Ron had never before really overanalyzed something someone said to him, but this was very important. Did Hermione want to be his date to the dance? He suddenly could not remember why they were in a corner. Who cared if Harry wanted to dance with a Slytherin? Hermione wanted to dance with Ron. Clearly, that was all that really mattered in the world.

Without thinking, Ron took his cup of punch but could not take a sip of it. He still could not believe what Hermione had said to him. Maybe, perhaps, there was a chance that she liked him. Was that really possible? If Ron were thinking clearly, he would have scowled at the mention of Krum. If he were really paying attention, he would have puffed out his chest like a prat at the mention that Krum wasn’t quite what Hermione thought he was. Really though, he did not have the slightest clue what Hermione just said. Now her hand was on his shoulder. This was just like they were dancing. He stared at her even more and thought maybe he should respond. The correct response would be to put his hand on her waist. That seemed a bit forward. He had only ever hugged her. Shoulders were safe. Her waist seemed like a very dangerous place to be. That was very close and very personal and her waist was very tiny and his hand was very large. Just the thought of touching her on the waist made his ears turn red. He felt very hot of a sudden. Was it hot here? Did anyone else feel it?

Just as Ron started to reach out his free hand to dare to touch her there, someone was touching him. He jerked back in surprise, wondering if someone knew what he was about to do. He looked about in alarm only to see Fred standing there. He forced himself to listen. Perhaps Fred had some advice. Advice? What was Ron thinking? Fred had never, ever been helpful. Why would he start now? He mentioned something about Ginny, which really made no sense to him. He just nodded, hoping that was the correct response. Ron had never been drunk, but he wondered if maybe this was how it felt. It was like an out of body experience and he knew he was being foolish, but he could not stop it. When Fred complimented Hermione, Ron scowled at his brother. How dare he say that to Hermione? Of course she looked beautiful. Ron had already told her that. Hadn’t he? He couldn’t remember. Maybe he had just thought it. Maybe he should say it now. However, as Fred walked away, he suddenly felt very suspicious.

Ron looked all around himself, checking for anything that might be wrong, “What did he do, Hermione? Did you see anything he did?” He ran a hand through his hair. That was still there. His clothes were still the same. He had not been transfigured into anything else. What had Fred done? Clearly the twin was up to no good. Ron was not in the mood to be a part of one of his pranks, “Do I look all right? Has he done anything?”

In the middle of checking himself, another Gryffindor approached Ron, this time Lavender Brown. How extremely unlike her. He gave her a strange look, wondering why on earth she was approaching him. Did she want something? When she asked if he was having a good time, he shrugged, “I guess?” He was not about to tell her the drama with Harry and the Slytherin. She was too much of a gossip. Aha. That was why she was here. She wanted Ron to tell her all about what happened. Well, he would do no such thing. Crossing his arms the best he could with the full cup in his hand, he asked, “Are you having a good time?” After so many years with Lavender in his house and year, he knew that if he got her talking about herself, he could completely ignore her for a while.

tell me that we both matter dont we

TEMPLATE BY: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE MIKEY ! @ CAUTION.

[PARVATI PATIL]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] Parvati Sindhu Patil Hey soul sister Ain’t that mister, mister on the radio, stereo   Parvati nodded enthusiastically. Of course the Weird Sisters were great. They were listed as the most popular band for ages 14 to 21. The fact that CJ obviously really enjoyed them meant that he was also popular. Parvati had to admit that Lavender had absolutely brilliant taste in men. Well, not really, because if they could choose who they loved, the two girls would not be so sad about the loss of Seamus and Dean. But Parvati was not thinking about Dean and his incredible smile or his amazing artistry skills. No. She absolutely was not. She was thinking about CJ and how great his musical tastes were. She was about to ask him what other bands he liked when they were led away to the punch table by Lavender. She would have plenty of time to ask him later as they swayed on the dance floor. At least this time she would not be left to sit at a table. Stupid Harry Potter. “Thank you!” Parvati said brightly as CJ poured her some punch. Really, what a gentleman. It was absolutely romantic. “The Weird Sisters!” Parvati repeated as she pointed her punch at him. He wanted to dance with both of them? But it was simply impossible to do any of the latest dance moves with three people. Parvati then realized that of course he was just being nice. He did not want to leave one girl to dance by herself. He really was thoughtful. As Lavender spoke, Parvati found herself enthusiastically nodding again, “Oh, I know. I would just die to have a spread in the yearly fashion spread. It would really make my life complete, you know?” She sighed wistfully at the idea, knowing the reality of it probably was not very likely, especially, as her mother reminded her, since she could never figure out exactly what it was she wanted to do with the rest of her life. Had Lavender not seen Seamus yet? Parvati wondered if she should have stopped her friend. No, she must have seen him because clearly if they had not found Seamus and Dean, they would be searching for them to dance with, not with CJ, although he was a lovely boy. Lavender was probably just lying so that Parvati and CJ could have some time alone. It was just really sweet of her. Parvati turned so that she could look over her shoulder at CJ. She blinked slowly and smiled slightly, “So, do you still want to dance?” If he said no, she would be heartbroken. She refused to spend the second dance like a complete loser. At the very least, even if Dean was being a jerk, she could still practice those new flirting tips she read in Witch Weekly last week. That meant that the night would not be a complete waste.   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

[harryjamespotter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 400px; background-image: url(http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u62/King_Giana/Harry%20Potter/harry_potter_bgbw.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141] A Welcoming of All Harry was still glaring in the direction of the man who had danced with Snape when Fred came up alongside him and slung an arm over his shoulder. As his fedora was taken, Harry looked up and instantly knew which twin he was dealing with. The friendly grin was all Fred, as George had a more rakish look about him generally. With a bemused look, Harry took in the 'Twin in a Fedora' look and stated solemnly, "It's just not you mate. You need something more daring, I think." As though summoned by Fred's mere presence, George materialized from the crowd and promptly answered the question as well, bringing a grin to Harry's face. "See? If George agrees, then you know I'm right," the younger boy stated, reaching up to pluck his hat from Fred's head and place it back upon his own. It was at this point in which Daphne took her leave, and Harry couldn't help but feel a bit protective of Astoria. Hopefully her older sister would be reasonable about this, as the last thing he wanted was to cause an issue between siblings. Looking over at Astoria, Harry shook his head slightly as she inquired about Eric and his sudden desire to break Snape's beak beneath his fist. "It's not my story to tell. Just, trust me when I say there's some serious injustice at play tonight." Sighing slightly, Harry rubbed his forehead a bit before grinning at Astoria's way of greeting the twins. He really, really hoped the older boys wouldn't give him flack about his Slytherin mate, because he truly liked Fred and George and their opinions did matter to him alot. Tag: Astoria/Twins/Open Outfit

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[ericavery]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #405142 4px solid; border-right: #405142 2px dashed; background: #161616; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] ----- WELCOMING OF ALL ----- ----- Dancing is the worlds favourite metaphor ----- Eric had been silently pleased when Severus hadn't immediately blown up at him for kissing his cheek in public. He knew that Severus preferred reclusive behaviour as opposed to anything that would be considered remotely healthy. The hand to Severus' nose was the clearest signal that could have been given in warning of some form of retaliation, and of course insecurity. Eric, of course, was no dummy although he might appear to be one to some. He recognized the gleam in Severus' eye in an instant, and predicted trouble, with a chance of detention, in his near future. Not particularly frightened of any punishment his friend could dish out, Eric played a surprised face when Severus predictably swatted him upside the head. While the surprise may have seemed genuine to anyone else, he knew Severus would recognize his mocking gesture. Assured that he had, Eric smirked back when the very familiar wickedness wrote upon Severus' expression. Raising a brow, Eric looked around in a manner as to insinuate 'Yeah? Now what?' to the professor who seemed to have a mischievous air about him. Eric's eyebrows arched high as Severus plucked forth a boy from the busy sea of student faces, probably in his later Hogwarts years, clad in a lime green cloak. Glancing to Severus, Eric's eyes spoke for him, when they asked 'What madness is this?' Eyes returning to a 'Mr. Longbottom', Eric fought back the smirk at the name alone. Not only had the boy close to zero fashion sense, he also bore a name to resemble the long sag in his cloak. ”Our new Transfiguration Professor seems to be at a loss at how to dance a proper waltz, and needs a partner. I trust you can manage to entertain him for a time?" Using every ounce of sanity in his body, Eric forced himself to bite back the laugh that was paining his ribs. Eyes watering in amusement, as he reminded himself that he was a Hogwarts professor, he would have to play the part: and that playing the part meant no laughing where students could see you. Clearing his throat, Eric gave Neville a curt nod, as if to say without words that he was humoring Severus. Gripping Neville's waist in one hand, and his hand in the other, Eric led off on a much more graceful waltz, simply to prove it could be done. “One-Two-Three...One-Two-Three...” He counted, realizing Neville's footwork was less clumsy than he had expected. Smirking as the boy began to lead him he raised a brow playfully, before changing the dance entirely to a full blown Swing dance. Leading the boy toward the rest of the students he had bumped into earlier, Eric pushed down on Neville's back and skillfully back flipped over him landing on his feet gracefully. While tango had been his preference, he had taken plenty of time to familiarize himself with the not-so-subtle art of Swing. “Well done, Mr. Longbottom. Thank you for the dance. I am much obliged.” Eric stated, bowing before his partner in a formal, good-natured manner. It wasn't until he had risen from his bow when he spotted Harry's scar that his eyes widened. “P-Potter..” He stuttered quietly, his eyes frantically searching the boy-who-had-received-a-ton-of-Eric's-owls-lived. World growing suddenly dark, Eric's eyes rolled to the back of his head before the lids closed as he crashed down on Harry in a full faint, thus turning his new title into: The-Boy-Who-Was-Squashed-By-A-Clumsy-Transfiguration-Professor. tag: Sev/Open (obviously);; Notes: Potter-Squashed! template by eliza @ shadowplay