Since Grayson couldn’t count on his skills of recognition to help him out in this case, he simply stopped looking at faces and instead started visualising the notes of the songs being played throughout the night. He swayed this way and that, sometimes with his eyes closed when he could count on himself not to bump into anyone, so this didn’t happen as long or as often as he would’ve liked.
He swayed through the dance floor, which was littered here and there by paired off strangers who seemed to be having the time of their lives, and hummed as he surveyed the general atmosphere of the ball. There were people snogging underneath the tree, and another few in the corners of the rooms. The flowers also did their share of the work in creating beautiful little nooks where these strangers could enjoy somewhat of a private conversation. Not that anyone needed to fear about being overheard. He could probably say he was Anthony McLaggen and that he felt like he was ready to settle down, and nobody would pay him any mind. He was under the impression that nobody was taking anyone else seriously, especially since the student body was given the opportunity to reinvent themselves for a night. It sounded like a cheesy Cinderella allegory, he mused.
He downed yet another helping of lemonade, grinning like an idiot as he made his way to the bin to get rid of his empty cup, and nearly missed the opening. He didn’t, though, and he considered that quite an accomplishment. He turned around abruptly, triumphant and willing to celebrate such a happy feat with the world, but really, only one person was just asking to be harassed. The person just happened to be right in front of him [unluckily, maybe?] when he’d turned around, and without thinking, he reached forward and grabbed the face of that person, their lips meeting not even a second later.
She was lounging in one of many chairs situated around the hall, her legs crossed in a way that made her short dress rise a little higher to reveal even more of her endless legs. It got her plenty of attention in the form of wondering eyes and shameless ogling, all of which she largely ignored. Well, unless they happened to catch her eye as well. One in particular she quite liked looking at and she bit her bottom lip and winked at him over the shoulder of his current dance partner. Another one she smirked at and made a little bit of a show checking her out.
It did get a little boring after a while, watching the same mysterious couples twirl round and round in front of her. Already in her mind, the music they danced to had become the tinkering of a music box. So Ace got up, leaving her sliver clutch purse behind, and made her rounds of the room. It was astounding how people acted when they knew no one was aware of their true identities. People made out in corners, stealing kisses and moments from who knows who, they danced with whoever struck their fancy. Anonymity was fun but it took a bit of it out for her - she couldn’t go around and watch the aftermath - or maybe she could. Something ridiculous she could write and no one would be able to refute her. But whatever, she didn’t give a fuck about that right now. The music had finally went back to normal by time she reached the stage tucked against the wall. She gave a little wave to the wizard on the cello - barely in his twenties, probably just finished school himself - and moved along. It was a simple thing to forget this was the Great Hall and not the garden it was all dressed up to be.
As much as Ace was content to just walk around right then, it seemed as though the universe wasn’t having it. From the left, someone (not violently, but not overtly gentle) grabbed her. Not that she was protesting - it would been nicer that when their lips met, she didn’t have to duck down as much as she did. One of her arms snaked around their shoulders - from their slight build, she wasn’t very sure if it was a guy or a girl but didn’t really care - and her other hand cupped the side of their face, angling it up just a bit and to the side as she returned the kiss.
What does the frogs have to do with Damien? o.o
Robins and Malfoy?
Blah blah blah, pureblood, respectable, blah. As mismatched as the pair is, you’d know it’s doomed to be just another dull marriage. Rather predictably, Scorpius
SoupMalfoy has plans and only our little Robin can fulfil them. Pity, she’s such a pretty thing. He has plans to marry her after school, gotta get on to the baby making. Not like there’s a rush or anything, pureblood are a dying bred. Now - before this loveless engagement bored everyone to tears - does Robins agree? I don’t believe she has much of a choice but, wonder if she has someone on the side. Or is it Malfoy that does?
Derek Lowe Suspended for Sexual Harassment
As if we hadn’t see this one coming. Derek Lowe, self-proclaimed “lady’s man”, has been suspended for sexual harassment. His victim, Carmen Wild, had attacked him with Sectumsempra after Derek continually pressed his unwanted attentions on the poor dear.
Wood and Richards are back on
You have to wonder if all the frogs that infested the castle had been a part of Grayson Wood’s wooing technique. Whatever the fuck, it seems to have worked. They were caught in a cupboard together.
Poppy Till and Deacon McLaggen, budding romance?
The pair were witnessed going into the Slytherin sixth year girl’s dormitory, to my utter horror and disgust. Maybe Till is just taking advantage of the naive little boy; maybe she’s using him as payback for the grudge his twin holds against her. Whatever it is, I wouldn’t put it past Till. She is proudly part of Soup’s “mindless minions.”
Brandon D’Eath: Bastard son of a Deatheater
Yet his mother couldn’t even think of a decent last name for the kid. Go figure.