You can dance if you want to

[shnpc]

WHO: Everyone
TONE: PAR-TAY
RATING: PG-Rish?
WHEN: December 24th
WHERE: Hogwarts Great Hall
WHAT: The Yule Ball!
NOTE: The log is going up now due to the holiday season. We'll have a thread for the announcements of the winners for King, Queen, Prince and Princess. Dumbledore will start it off and you guys take it from there because he's going to go party on the dance floor. PS The train home will be leaving on the 22nd for those who want to spend Christmas with their family and 26th so students can stay for the ball, but we won't be doing a logs for the train.

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Winners

[shnpc]

Winners

[oh_earwax]

Now, I have an announcement that some of the students have been anticipating and that some have been dreading. Alas, the fates that be the student body have decided who is worthy of A Madame Puddifoot's gift certificate. I am pleased to announce that there have been no injuries between the students in hopes to win the crown. Now, on to our winners.

For Yule Ball Prince... We have Thor Odinson, a young man who knows the feel of a bludger to the chest.

For Yule Ball Princess... We have Rose Lalonde, the young lady responsible for our Halloween masquerade tea party.

For Yule Ball King... We have Arthur Kirkland, who's eyebrows look rather dashing this evening.

For Yule Ball Queen... We have Molly Hooper, who is a very talented artist. I've yet to see a more realistic cat rendering.

Fear not Ravenclaw, you have the diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw as your crown.

[brothor]

[Thor is going to stare in bewilderment for a long moment before he throws his fists up into the air and lets out a mighty roar.]

HOORAY! THAT IS MY NAME! HOORAY FOR GRYFFINDOR!

[If you're (meaning anyone) standing near him he's going to throw his arms around you or try to shake your hand.]

[patrioticspells]

[Steve is really going to regret standing next to Thor, isn't he? Maybe not now as he gets enveloped in a bone crushing embrace, but maybe later.

Hopefully he doesn't bruise.]

Congratulations!

[Manly back pats all around.]

[rule_britannia]

[A more comical staring you never did see.]

... Oh my God.

[If you ever wanted to see Arthur genuinely speechless, now is a good time to get a picture.]

[allamericanreject]

[Is that a wild Alfred behind you? Why yes.]

Good on you for winning, Snazzy-brows~

[Aaand it's only after a moment or two of letting his voice sink in that he leans forward and gives Arthur a hug from behind. Hopefully not to his own detriment. He's just trying to be cute okay? BABY STEPS.]

[edle_gestalt]

[Biting the inside of his cheek, as it's too imposing to give a full-on smile. Especially with how shocked he looks, he doesn't want to make a deal out of it. But he'll put his hand on Arthur's shoulder, anyway, with a bit of a grin.]

Congratulations. Can't ever complain about free tea and pastries, now, can you?

[catblog]

[Hi, Arthur, don't mind a Molly just awkwardly staring at you]

Um...congrats?

[seeringlight]

Congratulations, Arthur.

[She may have voted for you. NOT THAT SHE'LL EVER TELL HIM.]

[bev_rage]

[Aw yis, just as planned. Her cousin is the Yule Princess and she couldn't be happier.]

GO, ROSIE!!!

[catblog]

[....wat? Just....wat. She just has no words for this]

[seeringlight]

See Rose. See Rose's face. See Rose look extremely unhappy about the turn of events. This is the face of your Yule Ball Princess, guys.

She is not a happy princess. She is wearing a rather lavish dressrobe, sent to her by her mother for being nominated.

If she could hex everyone who voted for her, she would. But whoever nominated her gets a special place in hell when she's through with them. But, that's something she'll just think about and not actually do. "You got to be bloody kidding me."

VICTORY DANCE

[brothor]

[Later on in the evening Thor is going to get his groove on in the middle of the dancefloor. Dancing includes but is not limited to hip thrusting, fist pumping and whole body flailing. ( he's very talented)

Needless to say, he's pretty damn excited and determined to get people dancing.]

[wwistful]

[As a professor, Murdoc is really only here because he needs to keep an eye on the students. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have bothered coming. He's standing with his back to the wall with his arms folded over his chest, scanning the room with his judging eyes to make sure nobody is being too rowdy.
Guy could use some cake or spiked punch, honestly.]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Bro is here for similar reasons. Or at least, that's what he's claimed thus far. But the truth of the matter is, he's got ulterior motives. It's something he's had in mind for a while now. It might be stupid, it might be a little reckless, but it seems like the right thing to do, and honestly he's excited. The only problem is he hasn't said a damn thing to Murdoc about it. But it's okay, because in the end it'll be worth it.

He lets the dance get underway a little, acting as if he's watching the kids and making sure nothing happens. He's honestly not taking in a damn thing, though. He's just biding his time, waiting until it feels right, and trying not to let the nervousness get to him too much. Finally, though, he can't really take it much longer and so he decides it's time to put shit into action.

Bro makes his way through the crowd and sidles up to Murdoc, leaning against the wall next to him.]

Hey, Flower.

[And he can get away with his little reference now, because, y'know. Wallflower. Get it? Yes. He's a genius. Also somewhat of an asshole, because you're now a skunk, Murdoc.]

Having fun?

[Deja vu. This reminds him of a certain bonfire night last month, right down to the broody expression on Murdoc's face. Then again, he's always wearing a broody expression, so not much has changed in that regard.]

[wwistful]

[When doesn't Dirk have ulterior motives though, really? It's part of the reason Murdoc has been watching him out of the corner of his eye since he saw him arrive. He knows better than to launch at him and drape over him straight away. Even if he wants to. This is a school dance and it's for the children, not the skeevy old adults.

When Dirk finally takes initiative and approaches, he smiles over at him. However, as soon as he hears the nickname, his face crinkles with confusion and becomes something more of a 'are you fucking kidding me?' look.]
Flower, Dirk? [He can't even formulate a sentence.] Why?

[He shakes his head, rolling his eyes and turning to scan the crowd again.] I didn't think I was meant to have fun.

[edle_gestalt]

[Christ, Roderich, don't fidget. You're better than this. Straighten up.

After a deep breath, he's able to straighten his posture and look calm enough. Mind over matter, right? They'd agreed to meet exactly at this spot, and although she isn't late, the minutes could not possibly fly by any slower for him. Vanity compels him to wish there were a mirror to check his hair - he's fairly sure there's enough pomade in it to keep it from falling flat, but he can never be sure. He looks down at his clothing -- god, why didn't it occur to me I'm wearing her colors, that's unbelievably patronizing and obvious and all of my housemates will mock me for not realizing it - I wanted to look regal, not--

Calm. Nothing but calm. It's amazing what oxygen can do when one remembers to utilize it.

For now, he waits.]

[wavesofjade]

[Dolores is making herself known at this particular function, for a change, but at the moment she's wallflowering, wearing a green gown and some understated jewellery.

She's sitting alone at one of the tables with a small drink, watching the students and other staff dancing with a soft expression on her face. There are things on her mind, but nothing that can't be fixed with some good conversation.]

[higherthaneverybody]

[Rhys had briefly considered not coming to this at all - things were very busy this time of year. But he had agreed to chaperon, and so the ridiculously tall professor is here, stalking among the students in his purple velvet robes. He has no intention of exactly much in the way of discipline, as he is of the firm belief that children need time to get up to no good, but they needn't know that.

Then he spots Dolores.

He hadn't been expecting to see her here, as she seldom made herself known at these things. He hasn't really spoken to her since waking up in her bed with no memory of how he got there and some rather tidy bite marks in his neck, but he's no longer an awkward teenage boy, or even a young man uncertain how to handle certain things. Dolores is his friend, and he has precious few of those, and besides, she looks lovely.

He strides across the floor to her, sweeps a silent bow before her table, and then holds out his hand to her in clear invitation.]

[wavesofjade]

[She has her reasons for keeping herself away from these kinds of events but it's only once a year, and she can tolerate it. After all, she can always excuse herself if it becomes too distracting.

The nurse spots Rhys as he makes his way across the room and seems to anticipate that his attention is on her, straightening a little in her seat. A quiet chuckle escapes her when he offers his hand, and she slips her own into it, getting to her feet.

She's dwarfed by his height, and yet doesn't seem at all intimidated by it.]

Rhys. You are looking very handsome this evening.

Music Club performance

[marshall_lee]

[Marshall meanwhile is getting his groove on with the Music Club. They're playing a variety of classic holiday songs and a few more modern songs from both the Wizarding and Muggle worlds thrown in. Everyone had gotten a chance to showcase their talents and all in all it's a dynamite performance from everyone and after it's over with he hops off the stage and immediately begins socializing and looking for people to nab for dances.]

[its_cor_aline]

[Coraline is breezing around the room dancing by herself and looking cute in her short purple dress. She's smiling and having all kinds of fun. Feel free to chat her up or ask her to dance.]



((OOC: This is the dress:
http://www.whiteweddingsdresses.com/images/Bridesmaid-Dresses/Purple-Chiffon-Flat-Sweetheart-Empire-Waist-One-flower-Strap-A-line-Design-Tea-length-Bridesmaid-Dress--Weeding-party-Dress-model-20126061.png

For some reason it wouldn't let me link to it with text. ))

[3houseswatson]

[Honestly, John's feeling a mixture of emotions, mostly trepidation and excitement, as he mills about the ball. He feels a bit underdressed, wearing robes that are just a bit nicer than his regular school robes. His family can't afford the type of extravagant robes he sees adorning many of his fellow students. That's not really a problem, though. Even if he had the opportunity to dress ostentatiously, he thinks it would feel weird. He's never been much for showy clothing, after all.

Most of his unease is because the castle has played fast and loose with his existence over the last month. Even worse, he can't remember too many details about any of it. He half expects something else to go wrong today.

That said, he has some memories - vague ones, like chasing shadows - of when his future self took his place here. He remembers nothing besides the fact that he was married. So, that's a good sign. Who knows? He could even meet the future Mrs. Watson here at the ball.]

[3potionproblem]

[Despite a general distaste for playing up to the formalities of his station, Sherlock's robes fit him perfectly and were in perfect condition, just waiting for a chance to be worn. He considered it all part of his disguise rather than a uniform for the participation in a social engagement. He wasn't there for dancing or having fun. He was there to observe people and try and figure out what was going on with the random dark magic interjections.

The recent events with mostly Hogwarts style mischief had played rather uneasily at his..well, not heart--he didn't have one. But it had hurt to have John dead in a way that parchment cuts didn't. And it had made him almost pleasantly numb in an uncertain capacity to have dream like memories of a surprisingly domestic future. It was all strange but something about the coming year end at least signaled the end of it all. He hoped.

Walking tall and proud in his best robes, Sherlock searched for John and paced quickly to him, doing his best to float and not bounce his way over the stone. It felt like ages since he'd properly been in John's company. His eagerness to reacquaint himself was almost surprising.]

It almost seems like it should be outside favorable odds we both should meet again.

[3houseswatson]

[John gives him a grin.]

Yeah, no kidding. Especially with us being normal. ... well, what we consider normal anyway, which I admit might be stretching the definition a bit. Not altered by the castle, at any rate.

You're dressed very snazzy for someone who mostly wants to observe others.