Manfred Bulla

March 19, 2008 5:53 AM
It was all going to go horribly, horribly wrong. Manfred just knew it as he surreptitiously adjusted his dress robes for the umpteenth time and attempted to both watch the students parading into the hall in their finery while also keeping an eye on Simon and his family. It wasn't that he wasn't grateful that Simon had volunteered his family to provide the music for the ball (and at a reasonable rate too). It was more that he couldn't help remembering the stories he'd heard about them - the ones that didn't involve music. And he couldn't help remembering the last time Regina Pierce had visited Sonora.

Best not to think about that, he decided after he'd glanced out the window to assure himself that they weren't about to be inundated in mud. It wasn't quite dark yet, but considering the time of year that was entirely to be expected. The skyline - what little he could see of it - was streaked with the colours of what promised to be a spectacular sunset, and no sign of any kind of threatening cloud. Moving away from the window, Manfred realised that it looked like pretty much everyone had arrived and, he glanced at his watch, it was just about time to get things moving.

The Cascade Hall had been decked out beautifully, he acknowledged as he headed past the staff table and to the stage that had been set up for Simon and his family. There was little, he suspected, that the Prairie Elves wouldn't do for their 'Master Paul Simon' and both the stage and the crowd of elves surrounding it proved that point. Some had to still be in the kitchens, because Tuppy was not one to suffer nonsense lightly and there was still work to be done. Dinner and desert were both on the menu and, as usual, the elves were in charge of both. Manfred moved past a couple, managed not to break into hysterical laughter as he heard one of them muttering an excuse that they were making sure the stage wouldn't fall down, and climbed the stairs to the side of the stage with as much dignity as he could muster.

"Ah, Regina," he said, spotting the matriarch of the California Pierces amongst the others, presumably ordering them about. "You'll have to forgive me, I've got to get this started, but no doubt we'll have a chance to speak later. I believe you've been offered a spot at the staff table?" He moved on, glad of an excuse not to have to play the host (to her, anyhow) at that very moment, and took centre-stage and pulled himself together. It would not go horribly wrong, even if he had to confund the entire crowd to pull that off.

He cleared his throat, pulled out his wand and cast a quick non-verbal spell.

"If you would all be so good as to finish finding your seats..." he left the sentence hanging deliberately, waited for the inevitable increase in sound whilst they did as suggested to ebb and smiled out at the crowd. "Welcome to the Sonora Ball. Dinner will be served shortly, and Groundskeeper Tellerman, Harvey Tellerman and the Nowhere Men will be performing afterwards. I hope our prefects and their dates are ready to start off the dancing! But, before all of this, I have a very important announcement to make. I'm sure our sixth years in particular have been very curious as to who would be our new Head Boy and Head Girl in the coming year. It gives me great pleasure to congratulate and welcome to the stage - no, Mr Baxter, I'm afraid you will not be required. Please take your seat again - Mr Zack Dill of Aladren and Miss Jennifer Zucchero of Crotalus."

He led a round of applause for the two, handing them small interim badges when they came up and - after taking off the sonorus - offering them further words of congratulations and certainty that they would do both their houses and the school proud in the capacity they would be asked to take up the following year.

"You can discuss your duties with the current Head Boy and Head Girl, or myself, the Deputy Headmistress or your Heads of House at any time. I think, however, that now we should get back on with the celebration, so I shall not keep you from your friends and their own chance to congratulate you on the honour that your classmates have awarded you both."

The sonorus was only needed again for a short moment, as Manfred again turned to the crowd. "Dinner should be served-" there was a mild popping noise as dishes and foods far more fancy than the norm appeared on every table. "-now. Enjoy, everyone!"

With a smile and a flick of his wand, Manfred moved back from the front of the stage, nodded to the various Pierces and Tellermans and whatnots and made his way to the table where the majority of the staff were sitting. "Well," he said, "this should be... interesting." He tried not to look as expectant of disaster as he felt. Most of the students weren't little monsters, after all. It was sad how a few bad eggs could ruin everything. Still, with any luck - and much needed intercession - things might remain on track.

With any luck.

With a glance at his empty plate, Manfred looked along the table and spotted what he was looking for. It seemed that Tuppy had responded to his request and made a dish that was perhaps his only fond memory of his grandmother.

"Pass the Maultaschen, please," he asked the next person along. "Er, that one," he pointed to it, to be sure they knew what he was talking about.
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39 Manfred Bulla (re)Introducing Sonora's quadennial ball! 2 Manfred Bulla 1 5


Eavan Valentine

March 25, 2008 2:57 AM
Danae had been kind enough to help Eavan with her look for the ball and as she walked stumbled into Cascade Hall, she never felt prettier. Her hair was softly curled around her face and Danae had done some sort of charm that made her skin glow faintly. She felt a bit like a firefly, but she wasn't going to tell Danae that. Then there was the dress Stevie had helped her buy. The length was fine, but it was so low cut, Eavan kept trying to pull it up, but to no avail. And the shimmery fabric just made her feel more like a firefly than ever. And as this was this first time ever that Eavan was wearing heels (she begged Stevie to let her buy flats), she wobbled every few steps and had to grab hold of something nearby to steady herself. But other than that, she felt very pretty.

Eavan made her way down to Cascade hall alone, knowing that Danae was going to meet her date in the hallway somewhere in a few moments. Looking around the hall, the first thing Eavan noticed wasn't the pretty decorations, or the live music warming up or fancy dishes of food that suddenly appeared on the table. It was the people. She had figured that with Sonora's population the way it was, there would be plenty of girls without dates milling about, but sadly, she didn't know and couldn't see anyone that wasn't part of a couple.

She piled some salad onto her plate and picked at it, suddenly not feeling too thrilled about the ball, now that she was there. All through the meal, Eavan kept shifting her eyes from her plate to the faces laughing and chatting around her. After a while, she spotted Danae with her date and waved happily. She might be alone, but she was happy that Danae had someone to dance with.

Suddenly Eavan's mainly uneaten dinner vanished and she heard the band start up and watched the tables disappear from the floor as the prefects began the dance. Eavan made her way to one side of the hall and watched the first dance of the night. She'd wait until a faster song came on and she didn't look so much like an idiot when dancing. Instead she swayed to the music and tried to catch a glimpse of Earl through the crowd.

So intent was she on spotting her brother that she barely noticed the person who made themselves comfortable next to her. Eventually she felt a presence, and without taking her eyes off the crowd stated rather blandly "You dateless too?"
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Pepper Jones

March 25, 2008 8:07 PM
Pepper was a dateless wonder. It wasn’t really surprising, given the disproportionate female/male ratio, and she didn’t really mind being dateless in itself – she wasn’t self-conscious enough and didn’t set any store by the getting of a date, especially in light of the aforementioned ratio – the only thing that stung a little bit was that there was someone she would have liked to have asked her, and he hadn’t. To rub salt into the wound, the girl she could see reflected in their bedroom mirror, was getting ready to go with him instead. Not that she could be too bitter about it. Not having a bitter bone in your body tended to make that difficult. Plus, Briony was a lovely person. She deserved good things to happen to her, and it was nice that – in spite of being a little shy – her roommate hadn’t been overlooked, even in the sea of plenty more female fish.

As Pepper entered the Cascade Hall and saw everyone else for the first time she wondered whether it was a good job she didn’t have a date. Her dress for the ball (it certainly could not be described as a ‘ball dress’) was decidedly plain and she wouldn’t have wanted to show a date up (even if she could hope that Sa anyone she chose to date wouldn’t be so shallow as to mind things like that, this was still a special occasion and meant to be fancy). She had written to her mother to ask about a dress for the ball, and when it had arrived, she had thought it nice. It was nice. The trouble was the adjectives to be used for everyone else were ones like ‘stunning’ or ‘gorgeous’. The nicest descriptions that could be applied to Pepper would be that she looked ‘sweet’, or something similar. Her mother’s idea of an appropriate dress for a dance was along the lines of Sunday best, or the sort of frock (‘frock’ was definitely a good term for the childish garment) to be worn to a church function. Whilst some of the younger students looked far too dressed up for their age, Pepper’s outfit was definitely immature for hers. The garment was green, so as not to clash with her red hair, its slightly flared skirt coming to the knee. The top of the dress was cut simply, having a round neck with a little collar and elbow-length sleeves. The two concessions to this being for a special night out were the small keyholes at the bottom of each sleeve, which were finished with small green bows (currently hidden by a little white cardigan), and a white sash around the waist, also finished in a bow. Her shoes were polished patent leather, and her tights white and glossy. Her mother did not approve of girls her age wearing make-up, so she didn’t. Her hair was fairly plain, as Pepper had never bothered much with hair styling. Theo was too tomboyish and Connie too young for her to have done the whole sistery thing over it, and she hadn’t wanted to spend weeks working out how to do fancy hair charms, as that seemed a silly waste of time. However, she hadn’t wanted to risk trying a new charm on the night of the ball, and ending up with singed or bizarre hair. She had pinned one side back with a small green clip. It had not been efficacious in transforming her into a belle of the ball. It went mundanely well with the rest of her outfit, in fact, helping to contribute to her general appearance of having just stepped out of the pages of a Laura Ashley catalogue.

She wound her way a tad self-consciously through the hall. Ordinarily, such an outfit would have made her melt into the background, but here, amongst the glittering dresses and sleek grooming, she felt her absolute ordinariness made her stick out like a very plain sore thumb. She would not mind, however. This was still a lovely occasion, and the simplicity of her outfit should not stop her from appreciating the music, the food or how stunning the hall looked. Head up, Pepper strode towards a table. She would have attempted defiant, but she wasn’t sure she could pull it off, and her best no-nonsense face might seem like scowling or sulking in the absence of any naughty small child, so she smiled slightly, hoping to pull off quietly contented. She quietly ate chicken for dinner, enjoying listening to (but not really listening into) the conversations around her and admiring the halls and everyone’s outfits. She then joined a little gaggle watching the prefects dance, grinning at the two girls who weren’t taking it at all seriously. It was reassuring to know that everyone wasn’t treating this like it was the social function of like ever! It meant that those girls who had come alone would be able to simply forget about that in the morning, and not come in for teasing. Speaking of which… She noticed Eaven Valentine, a girl from the first year group she’d helped find their way around, sitting, apparently, alone. Figuring it was better than being alone all by herself, Pepper edged over, not really sure how she was going to introduce the subject of them both being on their own. Luckily, Eaven raised it for her. Without even turning her head, the other girl had seemed to sense another loner at ten paces.

“It had to happen to some of us,” Pepper reasoned. “No point in letting it stop us having fun, eh?” she suggested, hoping that the other girl’s spirits didn’t need bucking, but hoping to be of service if they did.
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Eavan

March 26, 2008 2:27 AM
Upon hearing an answer Eavan finally tore her eyes away from the dance floor where they had given up on finding her brother and his date and ha instead rested on two of the older girls dancing in high spirits across the floor. It was far more entertaining.

"Pepper!" Eavan said, recalling the redhead's name only after recognizing the face. Eavan smiled. They didn't know each other well, but Eavan always felt that if they had talked more, they would've become good friends. She looked Pepper up and down, for some reason oddly interested in what everyone was wearing. After spending all this time getting ready for the ball herself, she was intrigued by how everyone else transformed. Pepper's outfit was oddly plain and reminded vaguely of the dresses she had to wear when she was seven, but at this point Eavan preferred it to her own. At least, it looked more comfortable; and Pepper probably didn't have to resist the urge to yank her the top of her dress up every five second because she thought she might flash the crowd.

"Dates don't mean much if you know how to have fun. I was just waiting for a faster song, so I wouldn't feel stupid trying to waltz around the floor with an invisible partner." Eavan's smile turned into a grin. "I wasn't really expecting to be asked anyways, what with the ratio the way it is."

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Pepper

March 26, 2008 3:08 PM
Pepper felt the flick of Eaven's eyes up and down her, but tried not to let any discomfort show on her face. She knew it was a natural reaction - she'd been staring at everyone else's dresses - and Eaven taking in what she was wearing wasn't a form of criticism, even if that up-down flick of the eyes always felt like a judgement.

"You look lovely," she complimented the other girl. She knew this put Eaven in the slightly awkward position of having to either lie by returning the compliment or seem rude by failing to, but she felt that her own lack of sophistication shouldn't mean that Eaven was denied compliments that she rightly deserved. She almost added 'ever so grown up', but was aware that it was impossible to say without sounding patronising, even though she would mean it genuinely. It would also seem somewhat strange, she thought, coming from someone in her current attire. With her little round face and a dress that looked more like she was ready for a round of pass the parcel and a serving of jelly and ice cream than a formal dance, she was sure any stranger asked would think Eaven older than her.

"Poor invisible princes," Pepper smiled, "they always get such a rough deal at parties." She hoped Eaven didn't think her comment too strange. She was just too used to whimsying everything up a few notches and making up stories to be able to help adding fairy tale-ish elements in like they were real. "But I wouldn't be much good at formal dancing, visible partner or not, so I have to agree. Did you do any dancing when you were younger?" she asked.

OOC for any confused Americans, I mean 'jelly' in the British English sense - what, I believe, you refer to as 'jello'. I am not referring to some bizarre dish concocted of jam and ice cream. Although, with certain flavours, that could be quite nice...
0 Pepper Is anyone in need of rescuing? 0 Pepper 0 5


Eavan

March 27, 2008 1:36 AM
OOC: Thanks for telling me. I was having odd thoughts of grape Jam and chocolate ice cream :P

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A slight tinge appeared on Eavan's cheeks when Pepper complimented her. She didn't know why, but she was embarrassed about the fact that people were looking at her, dressed as she was. It was just...odd. "Thanks, Pepper. You look good too. Really," Eavan added on. "I wish I had been able to wear something more along the lines of that. This was practically forced on me." Eavan indicated the dress and shrugged. "I feel so weird in it."

Eavan laughed when Pepper asked about her previous dance experience. "Wow," she said when she finally stopped laughing. "Uh, no. I've never really danced before. Unless you count dancing along in my room at home." Eavan glanced at the couples now swarming the floor. "I have no idea what I'd do if I had to dance formally. Have you ever learned how to dance?"
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Pepper

March 27, 2008 10:47 AM
OOC – sorry for misspelling your name before. I even checked it, so I’m not sure how I did that. I’ll get that changed in a sec…

Pepper was a little surprised at Eavan’s words. She’d fully expected any return compliment to be obviously a pity ones, along the lines of an awkward ‘you look nice’, but Eavan actually backed her comment up with evidence and reasoning.

“Oh, well, ditto really,” she smiled, as Eavan said the dress had been forced on her. “My mom has quite old-fashioned ideas about what’s appropriate,” she explained. She really did love her mother though, and didn’t want to feel disloyal, so she added “I would have liked to look just a little more grown-up, but I don’t mind really.” She agreed with her mother to a certain extent, and certainly didn’t think she should be wobbling along in high heels and a low cut dress. She was just sure there was a bit more of a middle ground that she could have occupied.

She was glad that her question so amused Eavan, partly because she was glad the other girl was enjoying herself, and partly because it was a relief that she was, apparently, not the only one unable to dance.

“No. The whole ballroom, ladylike thing isn’t exactly part of Muggle life, and we weren’t really ballet kids,” she explained, “Lots of brothers and a tomboy sister kept it from ever being something that came up.” Lots of kids also meant less spare cash, so extra curricular activities had tended to be the free ones. “I guess we just have to hope that the Purebloods will be at a loss for what to do if anything bouncy comes on, so then everyone’s got an equal chance of looking a bit hopeless at it.”
0 Pepper I shall save my newly acquired heroism for a later date then 0 Pepper 0 5


Eavan

March 30, 2008 1:20 AM
OOC: It's okay. I actually misspelled her name on the profile application and had to ask that it be changed :P

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Eavan's smile faltered almost imperceptibly at the mention of Pepper's mom picking out her dress. If her mother had been alive, she probably wouldn't have let her out of the house in this. Penelope Valentine would have helped her daughter pick the perfect dress instead of being forced to go shopping with the questionable 19 year old mother of her only niece. She had mellowed out since having Taylor, but there that distinct...Sorrel-like scariness still emanating from her, which generally causes Eavan to be wary.

She perked up, however when Pepper went on to mention the rest of her family. Laughing she said, "Wow, sounds like my family a bit. Four brothers, my dad and me. I'd always considered myself tomboy-ish. It was really Danae that brought the girl out in me. She knows her hair and make-up. I think my dad would drop dead if he ever saw me looking like this. He's used to jeans and t-shirts.

Eavan laughed again with the thought of all the Purebloods trying to keep a beat other than a waltz. "I'd love to see some of the snobby people around here dance. Speaking of which..." Eavan paused to listen to the music. The first dance had ended and a much faster one had just started playing. Eavan stood up, trying her hardest not to wobble and held out her hand.

"The last thing I want - or need - to do is sit here the entire night. Let's dance!"
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Pepper

April 01, 2008 2:23 PM
"I win," she grinned, good naturedly, and utterly uncompetitively as Eaven mentioned her number of siblings, "Three brothers plus the tomboy, and another little sister." It was odd that people at school might be unaware of her bundle of siblings. Around home, they'd all been in the same schools. She'd always been 'one of the Joneses'. People thought of her as the big sister of the big family. But here she was a one. She'd never really grown used to that, and still wasn't particularly fond of it.

"Mine too, a bit. A dress, even this one, is a novelty," she confessed, in reply to Eavan's jeans and t-shirts, dad-non-recognition comment. "I get D's hand-me-downs, so that's boys' jeans, and t-shirts with bands I've never heard of on. I'd always get these teenage guys coming up to me at home and going, kinda perplexed, kinda impressed, 'Whoa, you like... are into Toxic Grunge Deformity too?'," she said, doing a fairly accurate impression of a gormless teenage boy, and throwing together words that sounded vaguely like the ones in the names of bands that Demetrius listened to. She shook her head, switching back to her own voice, "I was so confused the first few times it happened. And then seriously tempted to paint 'No, I do not like this band' on the back of every t-shirt I owned.

"Sure, why not?" she shrugged as Eavan suggested they danced. It probably wasn't going to look elegant, but it would hopefully be fun. She took Eavan's proferred hand and allowed herself to be led onto the dance floor. She gave a little twirl under the other girl's arm, as that was pretty much the easiest move she could make, then held her own arm aloft, so that Eavan could have a spin herself. "I may have to diversify into other moves before the end of the night," she grinned, "at risk of extreme dizzyness, but this is a start."
0 Pepper Excellent, I didn't have any plans 0 Pepper 0 5


Eavan

April 03, 2008 1:30 AM
Eavan grinned. "Fine. You win." She giggled at Pepper's story about the t-shirts. She had gone around wearing her oldest brother's shirts and gotten very confused when teenage boys complimented her on an awesome Led Zeppelin shirt, but by now, she knew who they were and didn't get confused.

She gave an inward sigh of relief. She had been half afraid that it would take some coercion to get Pepper on the dancefloor, but she was happily mistaken. Eavan giggled when Pepper spun underneath her arm and mimicked the move when her friend lifted her arm for her.

"I don't know. I could have a blast spinning until we both fall down." Eavan gave another spin, but started just moving her feet along to the rhythm.

"Besides the spinning, this is all I got." Eavan laughed.
0 Eavan It works perfectly then! 0 Eavan 0 5