Alice Burke is really really REALLY happy ♖ ☬ (curiouslyalice) wrote in prankstersrpg, @ 2011-10-24 22:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | c: alice burke, c: sirius black |
Who: Sirius & Alice
What: post-masquerade
When: Saturday night (backdated)
Where: leaving the masquerade, the courtyard, the moving staircases, Gryffindor Tower, TBD?
Warnings: Yes.
Status: Incomplete
Truly, Alice had a wonderful time with Sirius at the masquerade. Was having a wonderful time, she corrected herself as she nearly tripped up the stairs, clinging to his arm. She could blame her gown, really, for the tripping. Sirius had surprised her with it. A gift, he said, and it had been so completely unexpected that she stuttered and stammered and blushed before launching herself into her arms. Wearing it all night, she felt like a princess. She's done her hair up in beautiful spiral girls, glittering, with rose-coloured ribbons matching her dress woven throughout. And he'd looked completely handsome, so handsome that he took her breath away when she met him outside the Hufflepuff common room.
The masquerade itself had been lovely. Alice couldn't help but feel a bit proud of herself (though she'd never admit it) that she was there with Sirius. That he was her boyfriend. She felt beautiful in her gown and didn't even let anyone's comments get to her all night. She was set on having a brilliant time with her date. He liked to laugh and he made her laugh. They spent time with his mates and their dates, and she loved that she felt such a sense of belonging with them. It was a good thing, the masquerade, because it drowned out everything that had happened on Opposite Day. She shivered just thinking about how horrible and mean and depressed she'd been the whole time. At least she could be thankful that she and Sirius hadn't managed to cross paths that day.
But that night -- he'd been attentive that night, clingy, wanting to be with her. She'd spent the night, amid firewhiskey and the Gryffindor boys in their dormitory, though all she and Sirius had done that night was sleep. It wasn't something she wanted to make a habit of -- missing curfew, sneaking away from the Hufflepuff dorms, sleeping with her boyfriend -- but she could make exceptions. Like tonight. Tonight, if he asked, would be an exception.
She squeezed his hand as they walked away from the masquerade together. "Thank you," she said again, for what might have been the hundredth time that night. "This whole night has been amazing."