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rabastan !!
narcissa black was damn near impossible not to recognize . if not the bright blonde of her hair or the sweet tone of her voice , then certainly the familiar feeling of her company at some event would trigger his memory . and while her joke cemented how much knew him ( and his inability to tolerate small talk ) , she must have also known she was an exception . not that he would ever admit to such , or that he even had to , but rabastan lestrange liked narcissa black well , as much as a questionably disturbed ‘ person ’ could like someone he considered to be good and worthy of good . “ strange , ” he deadpanned , studying her with mock interest before allowing his head to fall slightly to the side . “ you don’t look like a liar . ” this was in response to her compliment . he could only imagine how much his disheveled appearance tormented those of higher status , narcissa included . the thought brought a subtle smile to his lips as he took another sip of his drink . “ everyone loves a bit of danger , narcissa , but those things you call shoes may be pushing it . i fear for your safety . ” throughout the entirety of their conversation , his expression remained steady . it wasn’t until he stepped forward and leaned in to whisper a secret did a gentle smile grace his normally angered features . “ but you look beautiful . ”
while narcissa may have had an ocean of people who she had charmed and impressed and fooled into thinking she was nothing more than a pretty face, she had a pond of people who genuinely knew her. rabastan was - much to her delight - one of those few. a small giggle passed her lips, hiding it behind her well-manicured hand. "well as you and i both know, looks can be deceiving, my dear rabastan," she spoke. "you'll find i can spin quite the tale, should the situation call for it." a small shrug, a laugh as she gave a quick twirl in her sky high heels. the danger. "oh rab," she spoke fondly. "i haven't fallen in heels in all my life, and i'd be mortified to break that streak tonight." her chest fluttered a bit when rabastan leaned in - not from any sort of romantic affection, of course - but rather because she was acutely aware of how rare such cordiality was from him. somehow the compliment was much more meaningful with the knowledge that he meant it. "i should hope so!" not wanting to ruin the moment with too much sentimentality, she curtsied, even with cheeks warmed from appreciation. "i'm sure someone, somewhere went to great lengths to make this dress. you know how it is - mummy pays the bill, i get the owl."
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immy !!
“ and what would i do with a tongue ? ” she arched her brow , a mischievous smile complimenting the gothic aura of her costume . “ a statue , on the other hand . ” immy pointed to her headpiece , curious eyes following the serpents with awe . she loved when innovation and fashion mixed together so perfectly . “ i could use him as a coat rack . ” there was a joke in there somewhere about his hard dick being too small to hang a hat on , but immy was too busy admiring her outfit to say it . raising her glass , she laughed lightly . “ to the men we reject … that’s a very fitting costume , by the way . too bad poseidon never got his . ”
“I suppose if it were me I’d fashion it into some sort of pois - potion-” Zara giggled, correcting their minor sleep with a conspiratorial wink. “However a mantlepiece might make a fine addition to your dorm.” Another grin, this time lifting her hands up as if to primp the snakes adorning their head. “Well then - that I can work with.” For more reasons than one, Zara identified deeply with the ancient deity. Half-’monster’ herself, she too could destroy men at her own whim. She too had a reputation for doing just that. Let them speak. Let them whisper. Lifting her glass, Zara tapped it against Immy’s with a warmth blooming in their heart. Women meant so much to her. “A coat rack would be fun,” they agreed. “But a doormat would be much more satisfying.” Zara’s mind was reeling, then, picturing the man kneeling, hands held out to hold Immy’s shoes... She stopped herself, admiring her friend with a gracious smile. “To the men we reject, and the karma that comes back to bite them. But enough about boys. You look far too good tonight to be talking about them.”
" some are born to sweet delight. some are born to endless night. "
( jamie blackley, twenty-two, cis male, he&him ) hey, is that LORCAN D'EATH wandering the halls without a companion? the SEVENTH YEAR is getting bold. and here I thought the RAVENCLAW was always more alluring, creative, & dedicated. but then they are also known to be vain, noncommittal, & frivolous, so maybe that makes sense. these hard times are enough to change anybody, I suppose. and did you hear people are saying they’re in NO ORGANIZATION? rumors fly when people are cooped up. here, I’ll show you — LORCAN always reminded me of a blood moon, fingers that ache with the sting of guitar strings, the smell of old record stores, the cool metal of a jukebox while you flip to your favorite song, tarot cards, skin tight jeans, cigarette smoke circling around in cold air, never being able to warm up, wind in a graveyard, red potion? poison? bottles, lightning storms, tightrope walking just to feel the thrill. and I’ve heard HIS EYES ARE DEAD SET ON SUPER STARDOM, NO MATTER THE COST. let’s hope the HALF-BLOOD (HALF-VAMPIRE) doesn’t get attacked by the beast. or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do.
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Julien grinned as he made his way around. He loved the character he put into his costume there were a few others who definitely had a fun costume but so many of the guys were just in suits and masks and it was a bit of a snoozefest. Maybe he wanted to hit on a freddy mercury look alike. Either way he was going to have fun and find the best looking boys to snog. “Now now you don’t want to drink that. There’s spiked punch in the back that’s probably more firewhiskey than juice.
really, narcissa swore that she didn't mean to physically recoil as the boy spoke to her. it happened out of sheer instinct when anyone outside of her extremely tight circle of friends addressed her. probably after a lifetime of being trained by her mother that the majority of the public weren't exactly deserving of speaking to her. still, she melted her grimace into a bright smile. "Oh - Justin, isn't it?" Narcissa tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I appreciate the warning, but fret not - I don't consume anything I haven't been served," she spoke as if that was an entirely normal statement. "it's the principle of the thing - a daughter of druella black does not serve herself. i'll pass the warning onto the next person, though!"
where: slughorn’s masque who: alice & OPEN
a l i c e !
“mm, okay, is it just me or does this punch taste…” she trailed off, thinking of the right word. however, instead of finishing the sentence, she took another sip. “spicy? smokey? something with an s maybe?” she mused. it would be clear to most that this wasn’t her first glass of punch. what wasn’t clear was whether she knew it was spiked. she licked her lips. “hear, taste it. help me out,” she asked, holding her glass out to the person she’d accosted for this conversation. a smile settled on her lips, an expectant expression on her face. “usually it’s, well, sub-par. let’s be honest. whoever normally makes the punch is not a drink connoisseur,”
he couldn't help it - and perhaps if he were a pinch more of a gentleman, he would've been able to - he gave a small chuckle at the sight of alice fortescue, entirely unaware of what she'd been drinking. "mon cher," he said, the words dripping in delight. "i can't say i know the exact word you're looking for, but i can tell you one that fits. spiked." he waited for the information to land, another small laugh passing his lips. "i've already sampled my fair share of it. no need to share the spoils. did you... were you aware it's more alcohol than not?," he asked, concern finally beating out humor."
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teetering on her sky-high shoes, narcissa navigated the crowded room easily. chin held high, she took a small sip of her champagne - dainty, girly, appropriate. druella would be so proud. and what was narcissa if not a revolving door of actions that would make her mother proud? beaming at the person approaching her, she slid a few of her loose hairs over her shoulder. "alright, alright, what do you smell?," she asked, giggling as she realized the question might not make much sense without an ounce of context. "the pearls! i had them soaked in amortentia - aphrodite!," she gushed, gesturing to herself. "so - what does it smell like to you?"
rabastan !!
rabastan appeared to materialize from the shadows , a halfway-filled scotch glass somehow already in his grasp . the professors were unbothered by this act of defiance because the alcohol was charmed to mirror that of their very own punch . he was sneaky ; not a snake , but a man , though much smarter in his not so humble opinion . his slight addiction to booze aside , rabastan had very little reason to be sad that evening . he considered the anonymity a drug , and he was high off of it . as a result , the edges of his lips curled upward in a subtle smile as he glanced around , shoulder nonchalantly resting against a wall .
feeling just slightly breathless from the sheer thrill she found in socializing, narcissa's cheeks flushed a soft pink. if she could have the privilege of donning a gown and melting into a crowd - weaving her way through it like liquid silver - for the rest of her life, she would've lived her life right. a rush of adrenaline coursed through her veins, daydreaming about the future she was promised, lucius by her side - a child or two being watched over as their parents wooed and won over strangers. it filled her with a joy that was almost indescribable. however, even she needed a break from all the small talk every once in a while. and thus, upon seeing rabastan leaning up against a wall, she beamed in his direction. "my darling lestrange," she cooed, voice as sweet as sugar. "i'd ask if you minded a bit of company, but i'm quite sure i know the answer. and, i apologize, but you're stuck with me for the time being. but if it makes me any more tolerable, i can assure you that you look dashing, tonight."

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brown hues took in the masquerade before them. she had to admit, even if slughorn could be a bit of a pompous arse, he knew how to throw a ball. everything shined,twirled and spun perfectly. it was almost eerie, too perfect.the witch was never interested in such ideal things. it made her skin crawl.
the brunette walked about as she kept taking everything in, lily had said an hour. she could do that, though what could she do to pass the time? her eyes landed on the overflowing options of beverages. oh, maybe this could be fun.
truth be told, zara had expected to hate this whole thing. an antiquated celebration that she was sure had roots in beliefs that she hadn't supported, girls glaring at one another's outfits behind their backs, the raucous men guffawing as they unashamedly ran into their fellow students. she'd expected to to be all too... draining. instead, and in thanks to her costume of choice, they had been left in relative peace through the evening, dancing with her friends and foes alike.
making their way back to the refreshments, zara felt just enough of a buzz to start smiling at every passerby. they'd all begun blending together by then. except - "marlene!," she squealed, throwing her arms around the other. "oh i was beginning to worry you weren't going to make it! you look marvelous."
“ i wouldn’t go in there at the MOMENT , ” emma spoke up , hardly bothering to glance at the person who was about to enter the washroom by the punch bowl she was currently ladling herself a cup of .“ unless you’re trying to see a pirate FAIL to satisfy a ‘sexy ’ house elf , then by all means , be my guest. i must confess , i AM curious to know whether the masks stayed on, ” she mused , pulling a tiny crystal flask from where it had been tucked against her thigh and adding a generous , strong-smelling helping to her cup before taking a drink .
he'd be lying if he said the statement hadn't caused his eyebrows to shoot upwards, gauging just how to best respond to the news. "pity," he said, taking a few dramatic steps backwards, hands in the air as if the door itself were a weapon. "i suppose it's a good thing i was really only going in there to get a look at myself," he teased ( not that typical mirrors did much in the way of showing his reflection. he had to count on the trustworthiness of his friends & the single mirror he'd managed to charm to style his - often untameable - hair). "suppose i could go in there and show them a few tricks, though. i've heard i'm quite the teacher when it comes to ways of the body." he held out the punch that he'd helped himself to. "mind sharing a pinch? i lost my flask of o-negative. gotta stick with the mundane stuff."
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lily !
her dress was too tight, her shoes were too tall, her hair pulled back too tightly. she couldn’t stop fidgeting with her mask. as badly as lily wanted to enjoy the masque, every fiber of her body was screaming to remind her she did not belong.
fighting the urge to swipe a bottle of something strong and go back to bed, she found herself watching one of the performed scenes with a bit too much intensity. “it’s rather gory for a children’s story, isn’t it?”
if there was one thing on merlin's green earth that lorcan could commit to, it was a bit. by then, the truth about his father had long since been spilled, and the moment it had - he had two distinct choices. one: deny, deny, deny. tell the student body he had no idea who would've started such a salacious rumor, but it wasn't true - really! two: lean in. make it the truth. live that truth. crack stupid fucking jokes about that truth. he went with the latter. making vampire puns, writing songs like bestill my bleeding heart and dress up like a bat for a halloween ball. folding his wings in, he smirked at lily, shrugging with a wink. "what's the matter, evans? afraid of a little blood?," he teased. "all childrens stories are just watered down versions of horror. don't get me started on the grimm's tales..."

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immy !!
“ i’m in a perpetual state of disappointment , ” immy mused as she lifted a drink to her lips . “ i wouldn’t take it personally . ” the young witch had a penchant for business ; it was practically an extension of herself . she was gifted , smart , and funny ( or so she liked to think ) . she had strong opinions about war , foreign trade and policies , and history . but this man ? the one who zeroed in on her within minutes of her arrival ? well , he had strong opinions about himself . and apparently , he also had strong opinions about her this made obvious by the whispered ‘ bitch ’ that slipped from his lips as he walked off . with a breathless laugh , immy shook her head and took another sip .
having observed the situation from afar, a corner of zara's lips tilted up in glee. she'd already been having a marvelous time - having charmed her headpiece to hiss in the direction of unsuspecting party guests at random times. there was just something so rich about having people be frightened as you walked by. they'd worked for this reputation their entire hogwarts career, you see. but better than that, it was like an addict getting another fix every time zara saw another man getting shot down. the situation was ripe with opportunities, and few had the skill that immy seemed to possess. approaching the other with a toast of her champagne flute, zara slid into the space beside her. "would you like me to bring you his tongue?," zara asked, a glint in their eye that left it up to interpretation just how much she was kidding.
bellatrix !
bellatrix didn’t want to come to the masque, but you can’t always get what you want.
yes, it was a waste of time. no, there wasn’t anyone new to meet (she already knew everyone worth knowing at hogwarts, of course). but even bella wasn’t unmoved by the giddiness of girls getting ready, the clouds of tulle and hairspray and snuck-in firewhiskey in the dormitories before. she even gave a self-satisfied grin when she caught a glimpse of herself and her sisters in a mirror on the way over- head and shoulders above the rest. just as they should be.
she’d found a spot at the top of the stairs with a good vantage point to examine the room. with her feathered dress, she probably looked like a vulture circling for prey. “well, not i suppose not everyone is suited for formalwear.”
hiding a giggle behind her hand, narcissa shot her sister a playful glare. if their mother were there... the very thought caused yet another laugh to escape the youngest black sister's lips, and she shook her head, laying eyes on the object of her beloved sister's scorn. "oh bella," she said, fighting another laugh. "it's not their fault their nose takes away from the whole look... if that weren't the case, the... wardrobe choices may be a pinch easier to digest?" except the way she scrunched her nose up made it crystal clear that she was fairly certain the entire case was a lost cause.
running her fingers along the skirt of bella's dress, she tilted her head to the side. "they can't all be us," ascertained the blonde. as if their mother would let that not be the case... even now, miles and ages and hexes away from druella, the womans presence was like a cold breath on the back of her neck. she shivered. then, just as she had been trained, she painted a smile on instead. "i could name at least three more people in my line of vision at this very moment whose ensemble is even more disappointing, but what fun is that? i'd rather hear who's caught your eye? certainly someone out there has."