HOGWARTS GRAND OPENING BALL

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Date: Saturday, 26 August
Time: 6:00 p.m. to Midnight
Place: Hogwarts Great Hall and Grounds
Characters Involved: Everyone! Don't forget to add your character's tag if you join the thread!
Rating: Hopefully not more than PG-13 - this is a public location, folks! Take your libidos 'home' for higher-rated stuff please! *grin*

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Re: 18:10 (6:10 p.m.)

[freakedwithjet]

Pansy remembered the last time they had danced. They had seemed to be teetering on the brink of something and with hindsight and them currently dancing so closely together she could hear the sussuration of her silk skirts against his dress robes as they moved, it was easy to see what. But she remembered the uncertainty of that last dance, the distance between them and their avoidance of the issue. How very different it was now, with one hand entwined so comfortably with his and the other resting easily on his shoulder; with a smile in her eyes as she rested her head against the top of his chest (even in heels she couldn't reach his shoulder); with her feet moving in automatic patterns, guided by Perry, with no need to impress or amaze anymore.

She was loathe to speak and disturb this tranquility they had managed to find so soon after that last row. They were so good at arguments, it was a surprise to find that they were equally good at being comfortably quiet with each other.

While Perry was wondering if everyone was watching, Pansy knew they all were. She didn't think she'd ever looked better than she did tonight - being in lust obviously agreed with her and designer dress robes probably helped - and Perry was looking his usually devilishly handsome self. She grinned to herself and then leant upwards to whisper in Perry's ear, her lips brushing its contours; "You know, everyone in this entire room is jealous of us."

Re: 18:10 (6:10 p.m.)

[inner_human]

Dancing was easy; when done with the right person, at least. It was only a matter of knowing the right steps and how to find the rhythm. Pansy rested her head on Perry's chest and his hand moved around her waist to her back, keeping her close. His expression sobered, not because of any deep thoughts, but because of the tranquility of the moment. Despite being in motion, this felt just as peaceful as that afternoon they spent together.

His attention went from watching her dress twist and fan with each step (which was rather hypnotic) to brief glances around the hall. There was also that knowledge in the back of his head keeping him sober, that he was essentially a wolf in sheep's clothing here; an expression so close to being literal that it threatened to affect his mood. But it didn't, because, who would know? And at the moment, the one whose opinion mattered was in his arms, and she didn't seem bothered at all.

If only Pansy had known what he was thinking when she whispered in his ear! And perhaps she did? Nevertheless, it earned a mad grin in response. "They should be." He dropped his head just a bit lower, returning the favor. "I'm quite the catch... and you're looking pretty good, yourself."

This might've been a good time to tell Pansy just how stunning he thought she was, how he just wanted to watch her all night, and how they probably were the best-looking couple in the room... but why do that, when you could toy with her ego?