Hogwarts Ball - Concert and Dancing

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Date: Saturday, 03 March, 2001
Time: 7:00pm
Location: Hogwarts
Rating: PG
Characters Involved: Anyone who wishes to attend

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19:55 to 20:15

[diva_myron]

The string of old and well-known songs continued for the next twenty minutes. The set was comprised of the likes of Joyriders, Acrylic Afternoons, Happy Endings, and David's Last Summer. The audience seemed to receive the songs with familiar fervour, as they all were very liked, which at last set Myron at ease. Nobody was going to hate him. Or at least he hoped nobody would. By the end of the set, he felt like the world belonged to him only all over again.

"Thank you!" he exclaimed as the latest song was finished. "Thank you for your attention, for your support, for your love. We love you!" Myron was smiling. "This is a happy day- truly a Victory Day. Let us enjoy it and never forget how hard it was to achieve it. Thank you and we love you!"

And with one last breath caught, he announced the closing song to be performed: "I Love Life!"

Re: 20:00ish.

[mostfalldown]

Fern laughed at his comment. Of course, the urge rose to deny the idea that she was "very, very small", but she knew it was the truth. Seamus' ability to pick her up and setting her on the counter could attest to that. "Spirit? I was told it was sass." She mentioned. "I like that, though. People usually just tell me I'm 'cute.'" Though the compliment worked, it was tired.

"We're an interesting bunch, aren't we?" Fern mused, kicking at a rock as she passed it. "I was joking, I assure you. And I might touch your arm when I thank you and say goodnight, but I figure you'll get in more trouble for the dancing."

Fern tugged the jacket around her once again. It wasn't that she was cold anymore, but she wanted that smell. The woodsy, spiced smell that was inside the jacket. It was a curious mix on the cold, clean winter air. A smile grew across her lips that could not be stopped.

"If she gives you too much trouble, tell her to come down to the Leaky. I promise I'll defend you!" She added with a laugh.

Re: 20:00ish.

[billthedefender]

Bill never meant 'very, very small' as an insult, just an observation. "I like Spirit better I think." He decided as he took in the familiar grounds. It had been in this very school he'd received his injuries, facing Greyback hadn't gone acording to plan and as he'd lay on the ground, hair a tangle of blood he'd been sure he was going to die, he'd even accepted it before slipping into blissful cunconcious. But, it was clearly not meant to be. "Cute, I suppose." Bill said with a shrug. He'd probably have described her as beautiful, rather than cute, but that was just him

Re: 20:00ish.

[mostfalldown]

"I like spirit too." She confessed quietly. The cute-- "cute" was something that came in conjunction with her size. The way you'd call a puppy, or a little girl cute. There had only been a few men in her life that had ever told her she was beautiful. She shouldn't count her father, but she did.

At the mention of his wife, her hands relaxed their grip on his jacket. The fabric fell back against her shoulders limply, any smell of his cologne gone as though she'd shut a door. She knew she shouldn't be as taken as she was by a married man. Nice guys were always easy to like.

"How long have you been married?" Fern asked finally, returning her attention to him. "If you don't mind my asking."

Re: 20:00ish.

[billthedefender]

He'd have been rather surprised to hear not many people had called her beautiful, when it was the first thing he'd noticed upon meeting her, back in those Order days. Bill aimed to fill his life with people that had great spirits and beautiful souls and she wasn't lacking in either

Re: 20:00ish.

[mostfalldown]

Fern smiled just then. It was a small smile, the kind of smile that was somewhere between dreamy and envious. Many of those that she encountered late at night were the ones that were the miserable half of a couple. If they were out drinking, she could only imagine what it was like for the ones still at home. It was the reason that the happy old couples she met in the day were her favorite customers.

"That's good," She said softly, kicking that same rock again as she caught up to it. A small piece of her missed the dance floor, when it was just the two of them. It was nice to know that men like him existed, and sad to know that he was already happily married.

"Is everything else good, then?" A change of topic seemed in order. "Are you still with Gringotts?"

Re: 20:00ish.

[billthedefender]

Bill knew his marriage was far, FAR from perfect, but they still had moments that made it worth it, no matter they seemed few and far between.

He'd grown used to not being an attractive man anymore, half the time he didn't mind, people actually tended to listen to what he had to say, but it also meant he was really quite oblivious to the fact he was at all desirable.

"I am." He snapped out of his daydream, looking down at her. "Sure I'm not in the action anymore, breaking curses and living on adrenalin; but work is work." Once upon a time, he'd been the go-to curse breaker, working his way through Egypt. Now, that felt like another lifetime. "What about you, kid? Dreams go up and beyond The Leaky? Or will you be owning it one of these days?"

Re: 20:00ish.

[mostfalldown]

Dreams? The thought of them made her pause. She had had them once, long ago. It was before the war that she'd last thought of them. Then life became a game of survival. She hadn't hoped for anything more than to see the next day. Now? Living day to day seemed like enough. But dreams...

"I hadn't really thought about it for a while." Fern confessed, an embarrassed laugh catching on her exhale. "I was terribly interested in runes while I was in school. I always kind of hoped that I'd travel around researching origins and the like." It seemed so long ago to her now.

"Why did the action stop, if I may ask."

Re: 20:00ish.

[billthedefender]

"It's not too late." Bill said quietly, giving her a gentle nudge with his elbow. He knew how easy it was to lose sight of hopes and dreams, especially in these times. Now working a desk job, he wondered what had happened to the man that loved to work. "If you want it, you can get there."

Bill thought back to the attack, the recovery. "I has in the hospital and then I really didn't know what had changed" Who I was anymore "And I was just gone for so long. I left the cursebreaking to the youngsters and took my place behind a desk." He shrugged, nervously shaking his hair over his face.

Egypt had been so much a part of him, all that time ago. "Besides, Egypt was no place for Fleur, no place for a married couple."

Re: 20:00ish.

[mostfalldown]

"I know," Fern said, laughing softly as she dramazited the impact of his elbow, her shoulders swaying to the side. "It's just-- it's easy to settle in, you know?"

As Bill spoke, Fern's attention lay solely on him. If shaking his hair down was supposed to be a subtle move, it was poorly executed. Instinctually she started to raise her hand up to push back the offending red locks, but stopped rather abruptly, remembering herself before her hand could get much further than the confines of her jacket.

"I don't believe that for one second!" She said firmly. "Maybe it's no place for Fleur, but Egypt is just as good a place as any for a married couple. Married people live every day there." She added.

It was her turn to nudge him with her elbow. "You shouldn't talk about yourself like you're fifty. You're still young too."

Re: 20:00ish.

[billthedefender]

He chuckled along with her, laughter easing the tension of the subject. "I know."

It may not have been subtle, but it was almost a reflex, more than than anything he did on purpose. Hiding was what he did best, hiding from people he loved, hiding from himself. Hiding from everyone. Long hair had once symbolized the rebel streak in him, it had shown his desire to be free or all the social expectations. It had more practical uses these days.

He couldn't imagine his pretty little wife over there, in the hot sun, in a house that was never quite cool enough. "No place for us, that's for sure." He insisted. "Why, you trying to get rid of me?" Bill teased with a gentle smile down at her. "My family's here, you can't outrun Weasleys and I've given up trying.

"I did my roaming when I was younger, I may not be 'old' but I feel like this is a whole other life, I've lived the adventure before, I don't need it again." This was a new life, with complications he'd never imagined before, but he wasn't going to run from it.

Re: 20:00ish.

[mostfalldown]

"Get rid of you? Never." Fern mentioned with a laugh. "If you leave, who's going to come to the Leaky and tell me stories about Egypt?" She raised her eyebrow at the question in challenge. If it wasn't for the smile on her face, she might have looked as though she expected him to provide an answer.

"Even if you could, would you really want to out run your family? Being a Weasley can't be so bad." She nudged his arm with her elbow once again.

Her eyes left Bill only to see the Hogwarts gates a few yards off. Quite instantly she looked down at the path to keep a frown from tugging at her lips. "I suppose this is where you stop?" She asked with a soft laugh.

Re: 19:55 to 20:15

[archering]

When Geoff finally got inside, it seemed that everyone had already arrived. At least, there were a great deal of people already partying the night away. He had a brief concern about finding Deirdre at such a large affair before he had been distracted by the horrified looks from the handful of people in the entryway. It was only then that he realized he still had blood spattered across his jacket. Stepping out of sight for the time it took to send a well-placed cleaning spell, Geoff was back on the hunt in no time. Luckily, enough people knew Dr. Burke that he was able to locate her in about twenty minutes, standing in the crowd at the Weird Sisters concert. Despite the strangeness of seeing the Doctor all gussied up---and moreover, seeming to have had some success in the endeavor---Geoff hardly noticed. He grabbed her bare shoulder with all the rough lack of tact of one who realizes there are more important things than social graces, and began pulling her towards the back of the room.

Re: 19:55 to 20:15

[deirdre_ivy]

If the situation hadn’t been what it was, the gamut of emotion that zapped across Deirdre Burke’s face at the moment Geoff snagged her arm would have been almost comical. She whirled around, snapped out of a reverie in which she’d rather have not been caught, with a look on her face that truly might have killed her “assailant,” if such things were possible in entities outside Medusa. As she realized who it was, however, there was (in order) shock, slight anger, confusion, and then a expectation of a very speedy explanation as she followed him to the back wall.

This particular intern normally had a dash of something mischevious in his eyes, and a rakish smile, too, when off duty. He’d even had the guts to flirt with her, once (Granted, that had been before he’d really bought into the rumors of her personality, and had promptly been demoted to paper-only duties for two weeks, but still). But tonight, he looked….bleak. That, added to the strangeness of his utterly casual dress, had her on alert.

“What the hell’s going on, Archer?”

Re: 19:55 to 20:15

[archering]

Thank God they’d made it to the back, he reflected, and that the music was so loud. No one else needed to hear this.

“It’s David. He’s…” Geoff paused for the slightest of instances. He had been dreading this moment since he’d seen the body. Call him callous, but he was more disturbed by the thought of what the news might do to the most walled-off person he’d ever met than by the sight of their erstwhile patient lying in his own blood. He had a certain affection for Deirdre Burke, not that he’d admit it, and he was…he was worried at what this might do to her. She would have de-nutted him if she’d known he’d been thinking that, but he thought it nonetheless. He’d seen her during this case, seen the way she behaved: she had been in far, far too deep.

Archer looked her in the eye, blue to pale, both of them businesslike.

“He’s dead.”

Re: 19:55 to 20:15

[deirdre_ivy]

There were music and lights everywhere, but Deirdre’s world was a small pinhole of light in a vast, cloying black. She wasn’t entirely sure if she had made a sound or not (she hadn’t), but she thought she might have screamed.

After being told of events like this, people often later reported--as soon as they said his name, I knew. She hadn't known. She felt as though he'd just hit her violently with the backside of his hand.

“Wh-” She opened and closed her mouth (had she sucked in a breath yet?). In that time, her mind had reopened to allow her a full field of vision. Everything was quiet, suddenly, as though someone had stuffed her ears with cotton to sacrifice one sense for another. One step at a time, she said. One step at a time.

Her voice was firm.

“Take me to him.”