Party - open

[magicministry]

Who : everyone
Where : in the garden, on the dance floor made by Terry & Rita
When : September 21st, starting from 10PM
Rating : TBA
Summary : TBA

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[nevilletherebel]

Neville lingered on the edge of the dance floor for a long moment, then turned back towards the house. So it was time for the dance, was it? That meant it was time to get changed, which meant he had to find Ginny.

He head into the house to find her.

[last_born_girl]

As Ginny was coming out, Neville was coming in. They nearly collided with each other.

"Neville! There you are" she said "Ready to pick out my party gear?"

[nevilletherebel]

Neville smiled and caught Ginny's arm, leading her back into the house.

"I've had your costume picked out for a while, actually. These are my sorting clothes...to be worn on special occassions."

He led Ginny into their room and carefully undid the plastic cover that protected his best clothes - a beautiful purple tartan kilt, with matching white knee socks, mauve shirt and tie, black shoes and sporon.

"Tada!" he pronounced. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

[nevilletherebel]

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[potion_failure]

Romilda poured herself a drink. Terry had dressed her up in dark blue dress robes. She glanced at herself and sighed. She was long glad she wasn't wearing a dress, but this was just male over the top. Terry on the other had had decided not to come out tonight.

Romilda had been nice all week, dressing him in clothing that was not too feminine, but the grand finale had been tonight. She had transfigured him a dark burgundy dress, but he had simply refused to put "that thing" on, as he referred to it. She had just shrugged and left him wherever he wanted to sit. He was not going to ruin her evening.

[poisoned_quill]

Well, Kevin was no fun at all. He'd been fairly amenable all week, but when it came time for the weeks crescendo and Rita had tried to put him in her purple swing dress, he'd huffed and refused and had what Rita would call a 'pureblood brat tantrum', so Rita had left him to his adolescent whining and transfigured herself something to wear.

She would keep in the style of the week, of course, but her taste wasn't exactly Montague's. After careful consideration, she transfigured herself a Marlene Dietrich style suit. Perfectly femme fatale, even if slightly more of the femme than was prescribed this week.

Ah, well, if Montague didn't want to participate, what was she supposed to do? Go naked? Remembering Neville's reaction to her getting into the hot tub that way, she laughed at the mere thought. So, adjusting the scarf about her neck, she made her way outside.

[poisoned_quill]

And made a beeline for the drinks table. She mixed herself something sweet - there were no garnishes available for her usual favourites, and she couldn't be bothered walking back inside to get some, and looked around.

Oh, Merlin, Neville looked fabulous. Or hilarious, depending on one's view. She approached to get a better look.

"I must say," she addressed him with a smile, "You make a much better looking man than woman, although that colour looks fabulous on you, darling. And you're a better sport than Kevin."

[nevilletherebel]

Neville turned as he heard a voice behind him, and smiled at Rita. He was recovering from the...incident now, and he really didn't want any estrangement, particularly if they were both staying in the house.

He took her drink from her and put it down carefully, then offered his hand, tilting his head to one side.

"Would you dance?"

[poisoned_quill]

Rita didn't know quite what he was doing when his fingers closed around her glass, but she relaxed her hand and let him take it anyway, intrigued, then smiled at the offer.

"Of course," she replied, taking his hand.

What was this? A peace offering? Or something more? Rita didn't know, but she would just take it at face value. She certainly wasn't about to assume anything with Neville anymore.

She lifted her hand as if to lay it on his arm, but stopped, and laughed.

"Do you lead, or do I?"

[bitchy_nuisance]

Pansy stood in the doorway and watched the others on the dancefloor. She was dressed in yet another ensemble of Potter's, this time though it was his old dressrobes from Fourth Year, perhaps the only pair of decent Wizarding clothing he apparently owned. When he had first given her the robes they were much too tight, having been fitted for a fourteen-year-old and a small one at that.

But with a bare minumum of enlarging the seams and the length of the robes, they became passable and were in fact the nicest thing she had worn the entire week...even if they were horribly outdated in style and the fabric was worse for wear. But they were still rather tight as the dressrobes weren't shaped after her figure.

In return she had handed him her silver and green ball gown with black trim, which he had refused to wear... suit himself, Pansy thought. Silently, she stepped out into the garden.

[potion_failure]

Romilda glanced over to Pansy. She sipped her drink, then walked over to her. "Didn't get him out here in his newly acquired outfit, either?" She cocked an eyebrow, grinning a little.

[bitchy_nuisance]

Snorting, Pansy shook her head. "Sadly no and it was such a lovely outfit too. Would have complimented his... figure quite nicely in all the right places." She snickered and smirked at Vane.

[potion_failure]

Romilda laughed. "I'm sure it would have." She swirled the liquid in her glass. "No, I couldn't get Terry out either. Burgundy is not his colour, he says." She gave a playful shrug.