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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Dec 24, 2007 22:23:38 GMT -5
Kel had watched the dance-off and then drifted away like the rest of the people, and was now sitting on one of the benches that was situated around the large room. She had danced for a bit, but as she was dancing alone it wasn't all that great, so she sat down. She was losing the speed she had had at the beginning of the night, and was now a bit tired. She rested her feet, sitting with her back against the wall and her feet on another bench she had put in front of her. She surveyed the room at large, but didn't really pay attention as she sipped a goblet of juice.
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Post by Arcturus MacDougal on Dec 25, 2007 0:34:09 GMT -5
Arcturus was wandering around. He suddenly realized he didn't really have any friends at Hogwarts, just a lot of acquaintances. That fact, plus excellent music, and several bottles of butterbeer, put him in a nostalgic, thoughtful, and maybe just a little bit inebriated state of mind.
He wandered the edge of the Ball, thinking. Then, almost out of nowhere, he ran into a Hufflepuff first-year sitting on a bench. He was dead sure that his running into said firstie had nothing to do with the unhealthy amounts of butterbeer he had consumed.
"Whoa! 'Scuse me . . . what's your name?"
He plunked himself down next to the probably terrified firstie. Them firsties always looked terrified, and a half-drunk Scottish warrior plunking down next to you would cause a bit of consternation in just about anyone.
"Well, this is a nice little Ball, eh?"
He said, gesturing out at the sea of students in front of them.
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Post by Syhinad Taikal on Dec 25, 2007 0:34:33 GMT -5
He finished his playing, and ended the chord, letting go and turning to smile at the bassist.
Well, I say... much more eventful than that I had thought...It would be such a waste to bury you with such a lowly epitaph, so consider this a truce, together, there is capability for better rock!"
He grins.
Though at the moment, drink seems to be that which i most require, i'll fetch you some!"
He hops off the stage.
"After, one more..."
He heads towards the drink table intercepting the headmistress at the same time.
"Lady Elsbeth, 1000 pardons and humble requests to resume my previous conversation with you..."
Catches up two butterbeer's in hand.
"...Now i just need to remember what we were talking about."
The spell of his clothes disappears and he's back in his silly costume again, the hat on and everything.
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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Dec 25, 2007 1:12:53 GMT -5
Kel jumped slightly as a Scot with a broadsword and full battle regalia plonked himself on the bech next to her, but answered him as she would had he walked up to her in the halls. "My name's Keladry. Lindenshield. But everyone just calls me Kel. I know you're Scottish, but what's your name? I'm a first-year Hufflepuff, by the way." Kel added quickly, remembering that she wasn't wearing her uniform. She pulled her slippered feet off the bench she had been propping them on and turned her body so that she was facing the red-haired warrior.
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Post by Arcturus MacDougal on Dec 25, 2007 1:26:41 GMT -5
Arcturus blinked at her.
"Well, yeah. So you're . . . yeah."
He continued blinking out at the shadowy, indistinct figures wavering around. Darn torchlight. He slowly dragged his attention back to . . . uh . . . the Hufflepuff firstie.
"Mm . . . I already knew you was a Hufflepuff. It's in the way ye sit. Very . . . distinctive."
He slipped back into his native accent. He figured it was probably better for his image. Or something. He really needed to find a friend. Or a good Sobering Potion. Or something.
Some other words she had said tried to penetrate to his cerebral cortex. Unlike the firstie's name, this info made it through.
"Who . . . me? Oh, I'm MacDougal. Arcturus MacDougal.
He said in a thick Scottish accent.
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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Dec 25, 2007 1:47:00 GMT -5
Kel looked vaguely concerned as she listened to his enebriated ramblings. "You can tell from the way I sit what House I'm in? Cool." Kel's thoughts drifted for a moment, then were brought back by his last comment. "Hello, Arcturus. Nice to meet you. What year are you in? And are you okay? You seem slightly. . . drunk." She decided to state the truth, and took a half-empty bottle of butterbeer out of his hand, setting it on the bench her feet had recently vacated.
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Post by Arcturus MacDougal on Dec 25, 2007 1:53:55 GMT -5
Arcturus stared hard at her. He continued to do so for several long seconds after she had stopped talking while his mind processed her words.
"Course I can tell what house ye're in by yer posture! It's just a matter of perspective! I think . . . "
He paused as he thought a bit.
"I think it could be possible I drunk a wee bit too much butterbeer, but that stuff ain't strong! I had stronger in my formula as a babe. Garr, drunk! Me! Rubbish!"
He then attempted to take a swill from the bottle she had just removed from his hand. His empty hand connected with his mouth with a fleshy sound. He stared at his hand for a second, trying to comprehend the lack of bottle inherent in the sight.
He looked back at her, frowning inquisitively.
"Ye wouldn't happen ter know where me butterbeer went, would ye?"
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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Dec 25, 2007 2:08:02 GMT -5
Arcturus' mumblings and drunken exclamations only went farther to concern Kel. When he attempted to drink from the now-absent butterbeer bottle, she had to stifle a giggle, but when she saw his extremely confused face as he asked if she knew where it had gone, she had to assume a serious face. "Er. . . Yes, actually. I don't think it's smart for you to be having any more, though." She informed him delicately, hoping this would not make him too mad. He hadn't seemed too happy about the 'drunk' remark. He seemed to think he could handle anything, when a few bottles of butterbeer had him stumbling over his words and confused as an ape.
Hoping to placate him, Kel hastily added "Erm, not that I think you can't. . . handle it, but I just think that. . . you know. . . since it's so close to bedtime, you might not want to drink. . . drinks." She didn't actually think that butterbeer was caffeinated, or that Arcturus might think of. . .other reasons as to why he might not want to drink copious amounts of anything near bedtime.
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Post by Arcturus MacDougal on Dec 25, 2007 2:20:37 GMT -5
Arcturus nodded blearily. His drunkenness was wearing down, though still present, and now his nostalgia, tinged with alcohol, was taking over.
"Arr, ye're probably right. I don't have any real friends, ye know. Acquaintances, though. Got plenty o' those. It kinda depresses me, ye know?"
He looked at her blearily as he talked randomly to this random firstie. What was left of his sober self whispered something about 'regretting' 'stranger' and 'hangover', but he tuned it out.
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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Dec 25, 2007 2:31:18 GMT -5
Kel felt sorry for the Ravenclaw in spite of herself, and thought of something she could say to him. "Well, maybe you just need to meet more people? Like, go hang out in the Library or on the Grounds or something. I bet you'll meet plenty of nice people that way." she suggested, sensing that he needed a friend. Someone to talk to, at least.
The Hufflepuff tipped her head back, leaning against the wall as she looked up at the waving streamers. The music, she realized, had halted a few minutes ago, and now the bassist was once again alone up onstage. She still couldn't place where she had seen him before, but the figure seemed more familiar than ever.
She turned back to the deliberating boy next to her. "Yes, that's it. I think if you meet some more people, you'll get to know them better, and then eventually you might be friends!"
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Post by Arcturus MacDougal on Dec 25, 2007 3:00:13 GMT -5
Arcturus nodded morosely.
"Yeah, that's it. Meet people. Make friends. Yeah. That's a great idea, firstie. 'Smatter of fact . . . I might just . . . start . . . now."
And with that, his head fell on the wall behind him and he started snoring peacefully.
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Post by Alora Jannings on Dec 25, 2007 10:51:35 GMT -5
After a while to listenening to the music, dancing and more listening to music, Alora glanced down at the watch the tightly gripped her wrist. Seeing the time, she thought she may as well leave now before the rush of people trying to get back to their dorms was over baring.
Looking back up, she didn't really want to disturb Don, he seemed to be getting a tad carried away, but it was nice to see. With a slight touch on his arm, she leaned towards him and muttered "I'm gonna go. I'll see you... around". in his ear. Turning on her heal, she began to make her way out of the Great Hall.
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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Dec 25, 2007 14:25:18 GMT -5
Kel stifled another giggle, then turned herself back around, propping her feet back up on the bench. She remembered about the bottle of butterbeer just in time to catch it as it toppled off the bench, pushed by her small slipper-clad feet. She looked at it for a moment, then shrugged and took a hesitant sip. It was delicious! She had no qualms about drinking out of the same cup as the snoring Ravenclaw; if he were healthy enough to drink enough bottles to send himself to sleep, then he didn't have any germs to pass onto her. She took another, longer sip, then started gulping it, finally setting down the empty bottle.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 25, 2007 15:04:04 GMT -5
Elsbeth still walked aorund, enjoying the music, but then it stopped as the Charms professor and the bassist finished their set. A moment or so later, Professor Taikal made his may toward her and they were to resume their previous unfinished conversation.
"Oh, hello again, Syhinad. I haven't the faintest idea what we were to be discussing before, as we never even really started to converse!"
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Dec 25, 2007 20:42:07 GMT -5
At the touch of Alora's hand on his arm, Don turned his head to look at her. He nodded to her words, and then watched her leave. He felt that it was better to be civil with this girl than to fight like they always had. What was the point of fighting with someone if you didn't even really know them?
He smiled a genuine smile, a rare occurence, and then walked over to the bench he had been sitting on earlier. He sat and pondered, as the rest of the Ball went on.
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