Welcome to the city of lies

The days leading up to the yule ball had been a blur, a rush of colors that lead up that very moment she now found herself in. When days prior Eavan had come to assist in changing the dress to something more regal and festive it had all seemed like a silly joke, yet the moment her eyes had fallen upon the dress it had all somehow made all the more sense than the pink flowery ever could have. Penelope had to make a mental note to than the other whenever she got the chance to, again.

"A full fairy tale princess it seems- once again." Amos wasn't used to seeing Penn like this. It wasn't bad thing, not one bit, it was just new. He liked that she felt confident this evening. In fact, he hoped she continued to feel this way more often, she absolutely deserved to. "Pftt, no, the only predictable thing is you bringing me a new plant each month". It was amusing watching her lead for once, and Amos decided to go with it. "Hopefully at least some of those dances are reserved for me" he teased as he playfully bumped her with the side of his arm "after you Miss Borgin"

Sybill saw Amos across the room with Penelope, quite a nice lady from what she knew. She had to be if someone like Amos was there with her. She stood back and watched them so perfectly paired.

"I'm never too busy for you Sybill" he smiled softly. She wasn't wrong per se. Amos was usually in high demand, but then he could always make time for people he genuinely liked, and Sybill had definitely become one of those people "Penelope?" Amos looked at her confused, he didn't expect Sybill to be one to listen to the idol gossip about them that had been happening for years. Something Amos mainly just ignored. "I honestly don't think she could care less" he chuckled, amused. It was a completely honest answer "we're not here as that kind of date- she's just been my friend since forever- wouldn't want to go to something like this with some I didn't trust and stuff"

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“It’s always me, running away. Sometimes, to save myself from something. Most of the time, to save something from me.”

ludo's face deep in a bowl of chowder while he's reading up on something for potions - fucking potions, the biggest thing to get him down even on a great day. there wasn't much activity going on around him; most people were in class or catching up on sleep, he's sure. but there's a few familiar faces and he's got to fight the urge of distraction. this proves difficult when he feels something smack into the side of his head, and ludo lets out a 'ow!' before rubbing his temple, and looking around to find the culprit. "oi, diggory," he calls out to the only other person who seemed to be paying him any amount of attention. "your aim's dog shit," the irishman taunts with a mouth full of food, picking up a piece of bread and breaking a piece off, flicking it towards the gryffindor a few feet away at his own table.

Okay so the paper aeroplane didn't end up where it needed to, but arguably this could be more interesting anyway. Amos loved banter, aside from flirting it was one of his favourite forms of communication. He laughed at Ludo's comment. "I don't hear people saying that on the quidditch pitch mate" he jested "maybe your big head just got in the way of it's path." He shrugged throwing the boy a cheeky grin. "Least you can do is send it back, there's top secret communication on there i'll have you know, real v.i.p stuff." Amos was lying, the actual message he had written was along of the lines of 'please help, i'm dying of boredom.' But honestly where was the fun in admitting that. This conversation was already helping with the boredom anyway.

Remus' favourite time of day was when he could simply sit in silence and do school work. It was odd, he knew that, most others absolutely loathed study period. There was something about the stillness of the Great Hall that was overwhelmingly calming to him, even with the faint sounds of pages turning and muffled coughs from others around him. Completely lost in his textbook, it took Remus a moment to realize that something had hit him in the temple. He blinked, bringing himself back into reality, before picking up the neatly folded paper plane, eyebrows furrowing as he looked around trying to find who'd tossed it at him.

"Shit, sorry Remus" Amos said just loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to draw attention. He was surprised at his own lack of coordination. It was something that he was usually proud of. He was praised for his reflexes when it came to Quidditch. Managing to block the quaffle at quite some magnificent angles if he did say so himself. Amos knew Remus mainly through Sirius, though he didn't really know too much about Remus himself. Still he'd always liked his presence. Amos scribbled down another note 'Sorry mate, that was meant for someone else- but now I have your attention- what do you think of the yule ball? Got a date sorted yet?' This time Amos accurately aimed the note at Remus.