Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-02 22:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | hannah jo boardman, landon aubrey, masquerade ball |
Hannah & Landon
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY liondrops)
who → HannahJo and Landon
what → er, dancing? Mebbe?
when → HALLOWE'EN!
where → Great Hall!
status → Incomplete
She had been a ball of energy just before the ball, and in classes, bouncing more than usual. Only after she had been threatened detention did she calm down ... slightly. The dresses had arrived the day before, and HannahJo's was stunning. The glittery velvet fabric, the leaves, her shoes, and of course, the wreaths for several people ... all made for an even more excited HannahJo. So, when with journal tucked under arm she entered her room and saw the mask, she didn't know what to think. But I wasn't going to wear a mask at all! she thought, looking at the thing carefully. Still, as the other girls in her year came in, some shrieked with surprise. Knowing she couldn't get around it (though she did like the idea of burning them) she put it on after getting dressed, sulking behind the mask in the mirror. She looked far prettier with it off and how could Remmy look at her pretty face or even kiss her if she had to wear a mask?
She did not trudge down the steps, however, but walked delicately, such as a woodland nymph would. She practically threw herself on Remus, twirling in excitement. He was wearing a rather ugly mask as well, but no matter! She was going to the ball with Remmy! They walked down the the Great Hall together, HannahJo chattering about ... anything, but mostly autumn and leaves and her dress and Hallowe'en and the ball!
Her glee turned to confusion as she was pulled away from Remus, or he from her. Either way, Remus was going one way, and HannahJo was going the other. "Wait!" she called, nearly stamping her foot. After all this and now for some STUPID reason she couldn't be with him? No, now she was face to face with someone else, someone with a matching mask as hers. "Hi," she said, unable to keep how upset she was out of her voice. "What's going on? Why can't I dance with ..." but she couldn't say his name. "What?"
"Er. Hello," Landon said, glancing around nervously and wondering where Daisy had gone and why he was standing here talking to someone else (whom) he assumed wasn't her. He'd been in a bit of a sombre mood to begin with, and unimpressed with Dumbledore's masks though he'd donned his dutifully figuring that if he didn't (and having some idea of Dumbledore's persistence), it would probably find him.
He had no idea who the girl in front of him was; his entire brain felt hazy, quite frankly, like he'd inhaled a cigar too quickly. "Erm. I'm..." but he couldn't say his name, which was clever her supposed, in case whomever he was with was someone he wasn't fond of, or who wasn't fond of him. "Well. Guess I can't tell yeh who I am."
The good thing about HannahJo, was that she wasn't a typical girl. Sure, she could cry and whinge about not having Remus in front of her, but it appeared everyone else seemed to be in the same boat as her: stuck with someone else behind their mask with no idea as to who they were. So she sucked it up and smiled behind her mask. "I can't either! Do you think this is a game, maybe? Obviously Headmaster Dumbledore's doing, but I wonder why's the point of it? Or why he couldn't have told us earlier, then so many of us wouldn't have had to be all up in arms about a date-" including herself, so she fell silent, ducking her head slightly. "Er, I mean, I guess we're supposed to dance?"
"A'm sure Dumbledore has some completely roundabout way teh justify all o'this, but in the meantime I spose we're in each other's company no matter who we are," Landon rambled, at little annoyed at Dumbledore for his yet unspoken reasoning for giving Landon such a headache over dates for the last week and a half. "And aye," he said, holding out his hand despite hating dancing with a passion and wanting as little to do with it as possible. What else was there to do? "Would yeh like teh dance?"
HannahJo beamed behind her mask, "Oh, I'd love to dance! But only peppy songs! I want to save all the slow ones for ... gah! For my date! This not talking thing is slightly annoying!"
She jumped twice in excitement before taking his hand, "But yes, we can dance!"
While HannahJo could carry a tune, find a beat, and move to it, her dancing methods were influenced by her mother's 60's dances. If there was a proper way, so to speak, to dance, HannahJo didn't know it. She grabbed her dance partner's other hand and began to move to the beat, giggling as she went.