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Post by laura on Apr 26, 2011 18:43:06 GMT -6
WAIT JINAH YOU CAN'T WRITE YET I PM'D VI ABOUT THE CHARACTERS BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO BE OLD MAN RELATED TO CAPULET!!!
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Post by Losi on Apr 26, 2011 19:48:49 GMT -6
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Post by Teh Zu Person on Apr 29, 2011 21:21:11 GMT -6
(we need to keep it alive guys, so if you don't mind I'm skipping ahead)
After our lovely (and semi-disasterous) production of Romeo and Juliet, we left for dinner. We had taken quite awhile planning scenes and such; our Ravenclaw friends were a bit disappointed they didn't get the chance to get ahead on their classwork. Then again, I think even if they had the chance they would have probably procrastinated anyway.
With this statement, Ray agreed. Our group traveled through the vast hallways of Hogwarts before merging into the trickle of students who were also coming in for dinner. Sako, Sebastian and I waved to our friends as we parted ways.
The three of us sat close to the end of the table, near the staff table. I spotted Charlotte across the waved at her, and she started to wave back when Headmaster Sceoppend rose and all of the students grew quiet.
"We have a special event this year," he announced. "I would like to invite you all to celebrate the Triwizard Cup! Please note that with it's revival, we have altered the rules so that only those wizards and witches of age may be allowed to compete for the cup, but the rest of you are invited to all of the other celebrations!" The headmaster stepped out from behind his desk, stroking his desk. "Professor Rigby, if you please."
The deputy head mistress stood up and flicked her wand and conjured up a large cup from thin air. Once it had fully formed, she sat down again.
"This will decide who will be the champion representing Hogwarts," the headmaster explained. "Our seventh-year students have one month to put their names into the cup. Then, the students from the other schools will be arriving along with their champions." Having finished his speech, Headmaster Sceoppend sat down once more. "Let's eat!"
The food appeared in front of us in a little wave of light. I nudged Sebastian, who was sitting next to me. "Sooo, are you going to be taking Juliet as your date for the annual dance?" Sako and I both grinned somewhat mischievously.
"Shut up," he mumbled, pulling his hat down over his face. Even with that, I could tell he was blushing bright red. Still, I didn't say anything else, since I can only be distracted from good food for so long. I piled ham, turkey, mashed potatoes and lots of gravy all over my plate, as well as some casserole and other things that, though I didn't know what they were called, I really liked.
When I finished stuffing my face, I sighed in contentment. "So, Sako, you know about the traditional dance. With whom do you plan to go with?"
"I," Sako began. "Am holding out for a pretty boy from one of the other schools. Hopefully one who can speak Japanese, Korean and or Russian. You?"
"Whoever asks me when I'm in a good mood," I replied. "Unless it's Aeris. He's such a creeper." I added the last part in a whisper and glanced up.
He, almost immediately looked at me and smiled. I flinched and pretended to be interested in my food again, not wanting to keep eye contact with him. "He is a creeper," Sako whispered back. "Like Orochimaru, kind of."
I nodded and agreement and that conversation ended there. I met up with Katie one more time to say goodnight, Sako went to read a little before bed and Sebastian went to go keep Will under control after he ingested a very large amount of sugary foods.
"Hey, Katie, are you ready for the cup?" I asked.
"Well, duh. It's not like we have anything to get ready for," Katie replied. "I mean, only the 7th year students get to compete. I don't care anyway, I'll be doing quidditch training anyway."
"Good luck with that."
"Thanks."
I smiled as we came to the changing stairways. "Sleep well, don't let the bed bludgers bite."
Katie laughed a little and waved. "Good night, Kristen."
I went back to the Slytherin common room, rolled Micah Daniel Daniels off the couch (he was pretty pissed at me, but he couldn't do anything about it since I was already headed into the girls' section) and crawled into bed, ready for the next day.
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Post by Vi on Apr 30, 2011 7:36:34 GMT -6
Dinner had just begun, despite there not being food on the tables. This likely signaled a special announcement by the Headmaster. No matter. The Great Hall was loud as ever. Rachel, JinAh, and I were reading and Will was complaining about the lack of food.
Suddenly, Headmaster Sceoppend stood up and the hall became increasingly quiet until the only thing that could be heard was Will's loud complaining. Then, there was a muffled thunk followed by a soft "ow!" Finally, silence.
"Students of Hogwarts, I am pleased to inform you that we have a special event this year." A hushed whisper fell across the hall, with students speculating about what it could be. The Headmaster waited for the murmurings to end before he continued. "This year, Hogwarts will play host to the Triwizard Tournament." Another hushed whisper filled the hall.
"What's the Triwizard Tournament?" Rachel asked.
"It's this wizarding competition that used to occur between the three greatest wizarding schools in Europe--Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang--but it was cancelled years ago because so many people died," Will replied.
"I invite everyone to celebrate the Triwizard Tournament. However, with its revival, I must note that only wizards of age--that is above the age of seventeen--may participate in its main competition." A large group of sixth years groaned--likely the ones that were turning seventeen no time soon, as some sixth years had already turned or were about to turn seventeen. "However, everyone else is encouraged to mingle with the other schools and help with the festivities. However, there is one more age-limited activity this year that has to do with the Triwizard Cup, that is, of course, the Yule Ball. As the name suggests, it will occur around Christmastime and it will replace our annual dance. As usual, only fourth years and older will be allowed to attend, unless someone who is old enough invites someone younger than the age limit to attend. Otherwise, he or she may not attend." More whispering, likely about finding dates for the dance and dresses and whatnot. "But now, the problem of deciding a Champion for Hogwarts. This Champion will represent Hogwarts in all three of the competition for the Triwizard Cup. As mentioned before, this Champion must be of age to qualify for entry. And now, without further ado, the impartial judge who shall decide Hogwarts's Champion ... Professor Rigby?"
The deputy headmistress stood up and conjured up a large jeweled chest and a pedestal. Suddenly, the chest opened itself and left the pedestal, leaving a large wooden cup. It hardly looked grand until red flames began lining its sides.
"This will decide Hogwarts's Champion. All students of age will be allowed one month to submit their names on a slip of paper into the Goblet of Fire. Oh, and I must note, I have drawn an Age Line around the Goblet. In any case, if some dishonest person decides to submit their name to the Goblet without being of age ... well, the consequences will be most uncomfortable. Oh yes, the other schools will be arriving with select students and their Champions after our Champion has been decided. They likely will arrive in time for the Halloween Feast. Very well. You have waited long enough. You may eat." Decadent food appeared on the table and Will began stuffing himself as usual. I chose some of the foods available and continued to read New Theory of Numerology, while Rachel and JinAh did the same, except with the Iliad and a Discworld book, respectively.
I halted my reading for a bit to glance at the horde of sixth and seventh years straining to put their names into the Goblet of Fire. Even if I was of age, I would never have endangered my life like that. While the sixth and seventh years eagerly discussed the Tournament, everyone one else was discussing the Yule Ball. The upperclassmen discussed who they were going with, while the underclassmen discussed if any upperclassmen would ask them to go with them. The third years had a much higher chance than the first years, honestly.
"So, who are you guys hoping to snag a date with for the Ball?" asked Laura followed by our Gryffindor friends. We all shifted uncomfortably in our seats. We all had someone in mind (I think), but... Well. "We" includes everyone except Will, who was still eating.
"Never mind dates, Laura!" Willow exclaimed. "We must find the perfect dresses, as we will be arriving at the dance regardless of whether or not we have dates, right?" We all nodded, except Will and Katie, the former of which was eating and the latter of which didn't really have much interest in dances.
"Eh, I'll probably just get in some extra Quidditch practice that night," she said.
"Very well then, but you won't know the fun you're missing," crooned Willow. "Anyways, dresses. We have a weekend trip to Hogsmeade this week, but we missed today, so we can just go tomorrow, and there are loads of stores that sell dress robes--for wizards and witches, so I suppose we could get our guyfriends to come too, since they will also need dress robes. Oh, you've got ..." Willow went on, listing clothing stores in Hogsmeade and we nodded as she continued. "So, tomorrow, we'll meet after breakfast to leave with the Hogsmeade group, right? We'll go tell the Slytherins, you guys go tell the Pufflehuffs." Willow, Laura, and Katie marched off to the Slytherin table (at least the great Slytherin-Gryffindor rivalry had cooled down significantly).
"Uh. Okay. Hogsmeade tomorrow. Dresses. Pufflehuffs." I repeated the gist of Willow's conversation with us. We walked over to the Hufflepuff table and found where Saki, Sonia, Charlotte, and Edmund were eating happily, also discussing the Triwizard Tournament and the Yule Ball some what.
"Okay," JinAh began. She cleared her throat. "Lady Willlow cordially requests all of your presences at the front of the Great Hall immediately following the daily morning meal in order to leave for Hogsmeade with the group of Hogsmeade-bound-Hogwartsians in order to grace Hogsmeade with our presence and purchase dress robes for the upcoming Yule Ball and socialize." JinAh returned to her normal voice. "And guys are welcomed too," she said, motioning to Edmund, "since they will also need to buy dress robes." Charlotte clasped her hands together happily, Sonia began bouncing happily, Saki smiled warmly, and Emund was, well, Edmund.
"That sounds--" Charlotte began.
"AWESOME!" interrupted Sonia.
"We'll be there!" announced Saki.
"Wonderful!" I said. After some lively conversation about dresses and dates, we decided that we had had our fill of dinner and conversation and it was take to retreat back to our respective common rooms and finish up any homework and study, as we would be spending most of our time at Hogsmeade tomorrow.
ooc/ bwahahahaha abrupt endings. Anyways, yeah, decided Hogsmeade trip tomorrow since otherwise it would move kind of slowly.
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Post by Katie on Apr 30, 2011 7:48:17 GMT -6
ewww dances
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Post by JinAh on Apr 30, 2011 9:08:18 GMT -6
xD thus you'll be playing quidditch. I like dances all right. People wear nice things and there tends to be good food.
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Post by Teh Zu Person on Apr 30, 2011 10:14:17 GMT -6
xDD I'm going for the food. And I'll probably protest to wearing a dress... and end up doing it anyway. That's what I feel like these days, anywho, I have to wear skirts more often because otherwise my mom won't let me leave the house -__-
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Post by Smonia on Apr 30, 2011 15:56:50 GMT -6
/ooc YAY~! It's back in action again :> Time to get us some Yule Ball up in this castle-house thaaang!
So during dinner, Sceoppend announced the Triwizard Tournament, which I was shet scared of (people die in that competition!), and then he talked about the Yule Ball. That didn't seem so intimidating. Well, maybe a little bit. A dance was going to be sufficiently awkward. I wanted nothing to do with dates and any of that drama. I was perfectly fine going by myself.
The Ravenclaws came over to our happy Hufflepuff table and JinAh told us in a very pompous voice about tomorrow's plans. The only part I heard was the bit about DRESSES. Why everyone called them dress robes was not apparent to me, because "dress robes" remind me of these awful, gaudy, curtain-like cloaks with old perfume-y smells. Not particularly appealing.
After a very satisfying dinner filled with many mashed potatoes (which I kind of adore), we all went off to our Common Rooms. Saki and Charlotte said goodnight and walked upstairs to our dorm. I went up to Bethany Whitcombe, a sixth-year prefect. She was sitting cross-legged on the couch near the fireplace, reading the Daily Prophet.
"Uhm, Bethany," I started. She looked up and smiled. "Do you know anything about the Triwizard Tournament?"
Bethany set down the paper and clapped her hands together. "Ohh, yes! Of course! I do suppose you weren't even at Hogwarts during the last one!" I sat down on the couch next to her. "So, basically, there are three schools competing against each other - Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang - and they each have three contestants, or champions. There are several different challenges that the champions will have to go through. They are contests of skill as well as wit, so it takes all kinds."
"Funtimes," I said. "So that means there will be all sorts of new people hanging around the school? From the other schools?"
"Precisely." Bethany and I turned around. Horatio Overton, Hot Seventh-year guy. And Head Boy, at that.
Bethany turned all the way around, completely facing Horatio. "Why hello, Horatio."
"I hear you two are discussing the Triwizard Tournament?"
"We are," I told him. "Do people die?!"
Horatio smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "I think there was one or two instances.. usually it's not that bad. But there is a reason why only sixth and seventh years are allowed to enter in the Tournament."
"It's quite difficult," Bethany noted, nodding her head.
"Are you going to enter?" I asked Horatio. I knew Bethany wasn't going to, because of her generally poor health.
He rubbed the back of his head again, except this time with a more worried expression on his face. "It's too early to know. I will have to think about it, eh?"
I bid them goodnight as I walked upstairs to the dormitories. I saw Wyatt Basset sitting outside the boy's dormitory, tapping his fingers on his knee. He saw me looking at him and said, "Mark is being an ass."
"I see," I mumbled, and went up the stairs. The Hufflepuff boys were a funny bunch.
Most of everyone was asleep in our dorm, except for Saki who was reading a fat novel. I smiled at her, threw on some pajamas, brushed teeth etc etc and went to bed.
I had this strange dream involving trypophobia-inducing strawberries and good music. A fun day lay ahead ~!
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Post by Losi on May 1, 2011 18:55:45 GMT -6
i'm afraid i wouldn't be able to go and see dresses.... It's Sunday that day, and it's the day for resting and all that.... ^^' I'm not terribly excited about dresses, either. Or dances. Sorry!
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Post by laura on May 2, 2011 18:38:59 GMT -6
At dinner, while I was greedily stuffing my face with some delicious salmon, Professor Sceoppend made his way to the podium and people gradually silenced themselves.
"We have a special event this year," he boomed. "I would like to invite you all to celebrate the Triwizard Cup!" People began to whisper in awe. The Triwizard Cup is a pretty intense competition. I've heard rumors that people get killed in it, so I was wondering how exactly this was going to fly. Professor Sceoppend waited for us to hush again and then continued. "Please note that with its revival, we have altered the rules so that only those wizards and witches of age may be allowed to compete for the cup. However, everyone else is encouraged to mingle with the other schools and help with the festivities. Though there is one more age-limited activity this year that has to do with the Triwizard Cup, that is, of course, the Yule Ball. As the name suggests, it will occur around Christmastime and it will replace our annual dance. As usual, only fourth years and older will be allowed to attend, unless someone who is old enough invites someone younger than the age limit to attend. Otherwise, he or she may not attend. But now, the problem of deciding a Champion for Hogwarts. This Champion will represent Hogwarts in all three of the competition for the Triwizard Cup. As mentioned before, this Champion must be of age to qualify for entry. And now, without further ado, the impartial judge who shall decide Hogwarts's Champion ... Professor Rigby?" He turned and said, "Professor Rigby, if you please."
Professor Rigby swished her wand and a large, glowing cup formed in the air.
"This will decide who will be the champion representing Hogwarts," Professor Sceoppend told us. "Any student seventeen or older has one month to put their name in the cup. Then, the students from the other schools will be arriving along with their champions." He looked around and, realizing he probably couldn't control the voices that were building with great speed, he said, "Let's eat!"
"So, who are you guys hoping to snag a date with for the Ball?" I crooned. Everybody shifted around uncomfortably. Party poopers.
"Never mind dates, Laura!" Willow proclaimed, dismissing my seemingly frivolous musings. "We must find the perfect dresses, as we will be arriving at the dance regardless of whether or not we have dates, right?" Everyone nodded, not daring to disagree with such a passionate fashion-lover.
Katie, however, was not enthusiastic about the idea of dress shopping. "Eh, I'll just get some extra quidditch practice," she said.
"Very well then, but you won't know the fun you're missing," Willow sang. "Anyways, dresses. We have a weekend trip to Hogsmeade this week, but we missed today, so we can just go tomorrow, and there are loads of stores that sell dress robes--for wizards and witches, so I suppose we could get our guyfriends to come too, since they will also need dress robes. Oh, you've got ..." Willow went on, listing clothing stores in Hogsmeade and we nodded as she continued. "So, tomorrow, we'll meet after breakfast to leave with the Hogsmeade group, right? We'll go tell the Slytherins, you guys go tell the Pufflehuffs." With that, Willow popped up and went over the Slytherin table, leaving me to scamper after her as fast as I could.
"We're going dreeeeeess shopping!" she trilled. "You have to come. It will be AMAZING!" I nodded, not wanting to interrupt her flow.
Kris and Sako looked at each other and shrugged. "All right, we don't have dates, but I suppose we're going to need dresses anyway." Willow clapped her hands together and rushed off again. She's like an addict when she starts thinking about fashion. I hurried to follow her. We headed back to the common room and I let Willow wax poetic about what sort of cut and color would be best for everyone. I wasn't totally paying attention, to be honest, and I was scanning the common room when something caught my eye.
"Nathan!" I called, seeing my favorite eye candy across the room. I waved him over. He looked a little scared. Nah, that was probably just my imagination.
"Are you excited about the Triwizard Cup?" I asked.
And then, quelle surprise, he smiled! Mission accomplished, Agent Laura. Job well done. Wait, he was saying something. "...can't wait till I'm old enough, I'm going to enter for sure."
"Really?" I asked. All this dying business seemed a little fishy to me.
"Yeah. My great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great something-or-other won the first Triwizard tournament, and whenever an ancestor of mine entered, they were chosen. I kind of have to enter, But I'm actually looking forward to it," he finished. That was more words than I'd ever heard him say. I was a little flabbergasted.
"Oh. Well, good luck not getting killed. That'd be a shame. I'd be sad!" I was sort of going off into the deep end now, since I didn't want to let such a great conversation die. "And don't get all mangled and stuff, because that would be bad too. Your face is quite lovely the way it is, really. Scars are overrated, I know you can use creams and stuff on them but they're really more trouble than they're worth..." I mentally bitch-slapped myself but I had to fix this! "I mean, not that you shouldn't enter, cause that'd be really macho and cool and stuff, and manly men are totally hot. Just that you should wear a mask or something, you know, to protect your beautiful..." Nathan was staring at me with a very blank look on his face. This was nooot good. Abort, abort! "Aaaand look at the time!" I glanced down at my wrist and mentally kicked myself in the face. I wasn't wearing a watch. "See you later!" I then proceeded to salute him and trip up the stairs to the dorm.
I flopped on the bed and started wailing to Willow. "A salute? Really? What is WRONG with me?" I smacked myself on the forehead. "Willow, why am I so stuuuupid?!"
Willow patted me on the head and said, "There there, don't worry about it. He probably thinks you're funny. And we're going dress shopping tomorrow! Yaaaay!" She clapped her hands together and started doing a weird chicken-flappy dance.
My friends are so helpful.
I threw a pillow at her and then groaned and rolled onto my stomach, waiting for my shame to swallow me up. Oh well, we'd be in Hogsmeade tomorrow, where I could safely avoid Nathan and pour my mind into superficial things like dresses and naaaaail polish. I couldn't wait!
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Post by Losi on May 3, 2011 21:25:21 GMT -6
Okay, awesomeness. Triwizard tournament? This sounded so totally awesome!!! I mean, even if I was of age, I wouldn't enter. Mostly because of my lack of athleticism and competitive....ness. But watching would be uber-awesome. I just hoped no one would die or anything....
I had to groan to myself about the ball, though. I hate dances. I hate hate hate hate them. A lot. First of all: I don't like crowds. Second of all: I don't like loud noises. Third of all: Bad childhood memories. My friends would probably make me come anyways, though. Sigh. I don't know, if they're there with me the whole time, then I suppose it should be bearable. We bring our own little parade with us wherever we go, anyways.
Then Jin Ah came over with a message from Willow.
"Okay," JinAh began. She cleared her throat. "Lady Willlow cordially requests all of your presences at the front of the Great Hall immediately following the daily morning meal in order to leave for Hogsmeade with the group of Hogsmeade-bound-Hogwartsians in order to grace Hogsmeade with our presence and purchase dress robes for the upcoming Yule Ball and socialize." JinAh returned to her normal voice. "And guys are welcomed too," she said, motioning to Edmund, "since they will also need to buy dress robes."
People were pretty excited until I had to break the news.
"I can't," I said a bit sadly. "Tomorrow's Sunday and all...."
"Oh, that's right," said Jin Ah. "Well, don't worry, we probably won't get it all done that day. We'll have another outing next weekend, I'm sure Willow'll find you something lovely."
I smiled at her appreciatively and us Pufflehuffs ate up the rest of our dinner. Mmmm.... Mashed potatoes.....
I dreamed I was stuck in the jungle with my family, some strange, squid-like creatures and a jeep. And there was a sequence in there where we were trying to teach preschool from our jeep in the jungle. And a sequence that awesomely resembled both Star Wars and TRON at the same time. IN THE JUNGLE. Oh, and my parents were mad at me because I was going to have to repeat the second grade for some odd reason.
('Nuther actual dream. It was kind of worrisome and awesome at the same time.)
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Post by Losi on May 3, 2011 21:29:44 GMT -6
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Post by Smonia on May 5, 2011 15:54:54 GMT -6
omg you guysss Somebody pooooost! *stares at JinAh*
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Post by Losi on May 5, 2011 21:30:41 GMT -6
Guys, go ahead and post about dresses and things. I'm going to reveal something completely awesome soon after.
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Post by Smonia on May 10, 2011 17:43:33 GMT -6
I had a dream where I was sitting around in a classroom and I got hit in the head with a basketball and then promptly got a nosebleed. True story. Aah, morning. Sunday morning. Time for some dressness! I put on some snazzy non-uniform stuff - stripey navy blue and white shirt, white shorts that were too big so I had to wear a belt to hold them up, and my good old canvas keds. /ooc I like thinking about what to wear. Do not judge. c: I snuck down to the common room with my giant ugly purse. There were some people down there already. Edmund, Wyatt Basset, and Shane Shannon were huddled around some small gadget. I slowly went up to them. "Hello, Sonia," said Edmund. "Hey, Edmund! What's crackin' over here?" I eyed the item they were looking at. Shane arched an eyebrow at me. "WAIT," I said. "THAT'S A WHATEVER IT'S CALLED. THINGY. DETACHABLE CRIBBING CUFF!" Shane wildly glanced around. "Hush! Keep quiet! Don't go around telling people we have one of these!" He petted it affectionately. Wyatt slumped back in his chair, smirking. "It's mine." I sat down next to Edmund. "Wyatt! You're not supposed to have one of those. That's bad, bad, bad. I hope Achilles catches you with it." Shane burst into giggles at the thought of his broski being caught by the Head of Slytherin. "It's not all bad," Wyatt pointed out. "We'll do better on exams! For sure!" "That's the whole point, isn't it, which is bad in the first place," Edmund mumbled, facepalming. "Anyway, look! People are coming downstairs." We looked up, and saw Charlotte and Saki descending down into the common room. Shane stuffed the Detachable Cribbing Cuff into his back pocket and sat pleasantly with his hands folded. "Good morning," said Charlotte with a smile. She was wearing yellow. Oh Charlotte XD. "Hi Charlotte, Saki," said Edmund. "Let's go get breakfast." Saki clapped her hands together. "Excellent plan!" So we all went down to the Great Hall for some breakfast. It consisted of biscuits and jam, zillions of types of cereal, and muffins. And oranges. We then met up with the Ravenclaws, Gryffindors and Slytherins, said goodbye to Charlotte who was staying at the school on account of it being Sunday, and we headed off to the courtyard. There were about thirty other students out there as well. Professor Marchand went over the rules for Hogsmeade so that we wouldn't inconveniently die or something of that nature. So we walked to Hogsmeade. It was an interesting walk which I shall not describe at this time because I have thirty human geography questions to fill out. It was a nice late morning in Hogsmeade. There was a slight breeze - the kind that would ruffle the skirts of Japanese schoolgirls and give the men passing by nosebleeds. "Where do we want to go first?" said Vi. Willow bounced up and down. "ROSEMARY'S ROSEMARY'S ROSEMARY'S!" Besides the boys, everyone agreed on this. Rosemary's Robes was a lovely boutique in which one could find dresses, earrings, necklaces, and all sorts of fun junk. We were a semi-large group, so when we walked in the door, the little bell tinkled about a bazillion times. A small lady behind a desk filled with trinkets smiled at us from behind her red reading glasses. The boys looked inside and exchanged many disgruntled looks. They obviously weren't too excited to be in a dress store. Laura and I zipped over to a rack. JinAh walked around the shop slowly, taking in the surroundings. I didn't think Rosemary's was a very JinAh-like store. But there were plenty of others. Willow floated around and within a minute she had five dresses hanging on her arm. "OHMYGOD," yelled Rachel. "THIS IS BEAUTIFUL." She pulled out a white ruffly lacy dress with black stuff on it. Kris, Saki, and Sako were deliberating the colors that would look best on people. Willow was working hard on finding the perfect dress for Vi. JinAh was still drifting. "Holy man." I turned around to see Laura holding a strapless mint-colored dress. "This is soooo pretty!" I had to agree with her. It was lovely. Within a few minutes, she had pulled out five more dresses and was going around asking everyone which would look best. "Oh, the white one, definitely," Willow told Laura, nodding her head wisely. The white one was totally the best. It had colorfully embroidered fabric sewn onto the top of the dress to the waist in a sort of arrow-like shape. Here it is >>> ( www.modcloth.com/Womens/Dresses/-Center-of-Attention-Dress ) I put my hands on my hips. "You should get that one. Otally-totally." Laura held up the white one to herself again. She cocked her head. "You're right. I do rather like this one quite a bit." I proceeded to find a fantastic pink dress ( www.modcloth.com/Womens/Dresses/-Raining-Petals-Dress ) which I promptly bought. /ooc I'm not going to talk about you guys' dresses cause I have no idea what they are. Except for Laura lol. So
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Post by JinAh on May 10, 2011 20:37:05 GMT -6
Dude. Modcloth. Also, we walk to Hogsmeade. Also, Pufflehuffs cheating? **LE GASP**
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Post by Vi on May 11, 2011 15:43:25 GMT -6
Yay, Modcloth. :D Looking through its dresses as we speak (post?).
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Post by Katie on May 11, 2011 20:06:43 GMT -6
"but I don't want to go to the dance..." I tell Kenna as we look for dresses. "I know, but I don't either but we should." "Why? We have quiddige games soon and dresses are so..eww. Also no one asked me yet..." I say feeling sorry for myself. I was for sure not going if I didn't have a cute male attending with me. "Katie, we still should go.Does this dress look good?" she says as she picks up a pink dress. "nah, your dress should be red."I then point to a pile of red dresses. "Thanks," she says and then goes off to change. As I am sitting and looking around I notice Guilder in the suit section. He looks pretty uncomfterable finding one and a short young saleperson is trying to help. I see him shake his head in irratation and I get up after telling Kenna I will be back, then go toward him. "You should get a black one, those are regal looking." I say looking up at him. Man I wish this guy would ask me to the dance. "Thanks, but I just want a simple one. You with Kenna?" I nod and he smiles. "You guys don't really separate much, thats cool. Ready for Triwizard tournee?" "Yup! I so want to be in it! Are you going to?" he nods before replying. "Yes, I am, it will be fun." "I'll be cheering and if you need anyone to help with patronuses or anything....call me." "Alright," then the salesperson shows up with a little bow tie and he smiles ruefully "Better get back to shopping." "Do you have a date?" I ask quietly. "No why?" "Just curious...well have fun!" I say and then go back to Kenna who is in a stunning red dress waiting for me to return.Here it is. www.modcloth.com/Womens/Dresses/-Feisty-Firecracker-Dress (BTW I think she might add something to the top, maybe flamable...anyway I think she should wear that.) "What was that all about?" she asks almost confused. "No reason, just saying hi to a friend." "Alright, if you say so." Kenna says rolling her eyes "Now we need to find you a dress, maybe blue...." After a few hours we find a dress pretty cool. ( www.modcloth.com/Be+The+Buyer/-Sample-844 ) and we promptly buy it with my parents money and we head back ready to practice walking in heels and run another mile.
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Post by JinAh on May 11, 2011 22:14:33 GMT -6
Dude. I know you guys. Not as much for Katie, but for Sonia/Laura, this is unrealistic. I know from experience that you can take ages shopping and not find anything you love enough to buy. DRAG THINGS ALONG A LITTLE. WE HAVE *MONTHS* FOR THIS.
also, I'm saying dude too much nowadays. what gives.
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Post by laura on May 12, 2011 16:05:58 GMT -6
hey, sonia wrote the post. don't blame me for this.
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