Post by florence dorian flyte on Nov 1, 2010 19:22:08 GMT
AND I FEEL SO UNTOUCHED AND I WANT YOU SO MUCH
and i just can't resist you, it's not enough to say that i missed you i feel so untouched right now
NEED YOU SO MUCH SOMEHOW I CAN'T FORGET YOU I'VE GONE[/color]
CRAZY FROM THE MOMENT I MET YOU SEE YOU, BREATHE YOU, I WANT TO BE YOU A-LA LA LA
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Florence was nervous as she crept down the darkened hallway that lead to the Ballroom at Hallows University. She hated to say it, but she felt uncomfortable in what she was dressed in. Practically bullied into attending the stupid dance (she hated all institutions which involved dancing, socialising, pretending to like people and everything else which everyone in the damned place seemed to adore) she couldn't feel less comfortable- well, she had just passed huge signs on the door and in the hallway that said that they hadn't had to get all dressed up, after she had been told by her good-for-nothing friends that looking like an idiot was mandatory.
So after she had dumped her longer-than-normal cloak (it was part of her costume) with the delightful uni students who were helping organise the dance she skulked down a side corridor that she was sure would eventually lead to the ballroom. The dark suited her, it gave her a chance to wriggle her toes around in her shoes, yank the tops of her socks up and pull the hem of her dress down. It also allowed her the opportunity to prise her fake vampire fangs out of her mouth- hardly the most lady-like thing to do in public. After all of this, which many would describe as 'violent ablutions', she slunk down the velvet lined wall and tried to move herself into a more positive mental place. It couldn't be all bad- at least she hadn't spent half of the afternoon getting ready like some of her colleagues, who had skipped out of classes early. No, she had spent her afternoon reading and doing delightful things that she had enjoyed, only getting ready at the last minute and using some of the wonderful magical products to tame her hair. Her outfit had needed little make up- just enough to make her paler than usual, to make her eyes look bigger, and some lip stain to make it look like she'd had a vampire-ish meal at some point in the recent past. After thinking this over in her head she banged it against the wall lightly, and began to get up, to start walking again. She tried to think of things that would humour her, her books, running around in the dark, and her friends. Undoubtedly they would be here, and they would make it more bearable for her- even if only with their ridiculous costumes, if their quick wit had been diminished by the open bar.
After walking for a while, in addition to her shoes becoming slightly more comfortable, Florence began to hear the strains of music, as well as people laughing and chatting. Yes, she was definitely getting close to the ballroom. Two corners later and there was a small side door sitting open, the neon lights spilling out into the maroon hallway. From what she could see, Florence concluded that the ball wasn't quite in full swing yet- there were only a few couples and groups of friends on the floor- and so felt relatively safe to go in, this safety was also encouraged by the fact it was dark and that therefore people would have a harder time recognising her, people would only see a strangely late-19th century vampire.
So, with tentative steps Florence entered the room. The atmosphere was tangible, and the music being played kind of made you want to tap your toes. On principle Florence still hated these things anyway, but it couldn't be too bad? She smiled a little at her thoughts, laughed a little too, then remembered that she had fake vampire fangs in too, and that opening her mouth too wide would possibly not be the best of ideas. After standing at the side somewhat awkwardly for a while, she sauntered over to the bar and asked for a Butterbeer. There were stools there, so she scrambled up (she hoped that her lack of grace went unnoticed) and observed the room from there. A flood of people had started coming in from the main doors, laughing and screaming when they met people they knew, admiring well thought out outfits and immediately black-marking the few people who hadn't turned up in any distinguishable costume. She sighed, swigged her drink, and hoped that the swarm of people now heading for the bar would ignore her, but she knew that with people as curious as they were at Hogwarts that it wasn't really feesable.
words;; i d k : \
music;; amy macdonald + the smiths
notes;; sorry this is terrible + took so long to get up! <3[/ul][/size][/font]
