#depulsoevent001

[wixenprince]

Wallflower || August ‘77 || Open

A mandatory, Ministry-regulated, masquerade ball. A more vile combination of words had never been heard by Severus before. It was bad enough that he now had to spend a precious evening before the start of school away from the bubbling cauldrons he was tending to during his summer apprenticeship, but even worse so was the fact that he had to dress up for it.

Oh well. At least he could hide his face.

Although what he really wanted to hide was his entire body, as he stood in the far corner of the busy room and stared down at his ill-fitting, borrowed shoes. His black dress robes were slightly too long for his shorter frame, and he scowled behind his silvery mask as he carefully watched the other party-goers. This entire charade seemed like a trap, and he was nervous to say much of anything in case if an Auror overheard him expressing any sort of camaraderie with the darker side of the brewing political conflict. 

He eyed the door, shuffling slowly along the wall towards it. Hopefully, he’d be able to slip out of this hellhole unnoticed...

[krumlegacy]

where: ministry masquerade ball. when: saturday august 27th, 10:58pm. who: nadiya krum & anyone. 

A glass of bourbon between her fingers, and an irritated look upon her features, Nadiya had no interest in attending this ball. If it hadn’t been for Emma’s insistence and her rather extravagant wardrobe, she would have probably not worn the gold dress that she was currently adorned with. That and the fact that Walden had somehow sweetly persuaded her or more like manipulated her into attending. Taking a long drink from her glass she was suddenly jostled out of her thoughts as she witnessed someone trip in the midst of the crowd. A small smirk appearing upon her lips, a small amount of laughter escaped as she lifted her glass to them stating, “Good job.”

[morallyblack]

     What could go wrong? It was his first thought when he heard about this stupid ball and since he arrived, he was pretty sure that there was something better to do. But that was always his problem, wasn’t it? There was always that itch, telling him that there was something better to do, something worthwhile. Something else. Sirius felt uncomfortable for a multitude of reasons, from the outfit he had to wear to the mask scratching at his nose, but he had to figure out how to enjoy this. To make the most of this. And quite possibly the only thing to make this enjoyable is to cause some mischief. 

      He walked up to someone, someone he didn’t know who they were just yet but none of that mattered at the moment. His mind was turning with his plan and he was hoping that this person was willing to follow suit. “So this thing hasn’t quite reached it’s potential and I think you and I could bring it to that level. What do you say?” His lips twitched upward, in a half-smile as he didn’t even wait for the other person to say anything. “I was thinking charming the instruments to play something a little more upbeat? Or spiking the punch with something other than alcohol? I’m thinking bubbles, somehow.”

[crueltykept]

where: ministry masquerade ball. when: saturday august 27th, 09:40 pm. who: barty crouch jr & anyone

One could assume that after 19 years of attending events just like this one, Barty’s distaste for them would have decreased but looking around at his peers he couldn’t help but scowl. The only reason he was even attending was so that he wouldn’t have to explain himself about not attending. His grades were pretty excellent either way, so that didn’t bother him much but he would certainly want to avoid a conversation like that at all cost. 

So far he hadn’t spotted anyone he would particularly wish to spend time with yet, though those people were generally rare. Instead, he was slowly getting a headache from all the chatter around him. This event that was supposed to create peace was certainly efficient at making him feel even more homicidal than usual. Time to get himself a drink and wait for the earliest acceptable time to leave. 

[bellatriixed]

where: ministry masquerade ball. when: saturday august 27th, 11:42pm. who: bellatrix black & anyone. 

It seemed she could not catch a break. From the insufferable idiots that she had encountered to the mudbloods and filth alike that seemed to have not realised who she truly was; it had been a rather disastrous affair all together. What a pity she hadn’t found a fellow snake or Death Eater that she could have at least have a tolerable conversation with, having been accosted by those who deemed her approachable. How surprised they had been when they discovered the truth. And it was for this reason as she realised someone was watching her as she took a drink from her champagne flute, a small scowl appeared upon her features as she snapped, “Can I help you?”

[lusciousmalfcy]

Peace.

The Ministry was pushing to prove everything was alright like they always did. Lucius just wished they didn’t do it in a way he had to be reunited with all of his classmates early. Nonetheless, the Slytherin attended the ball with a smile on his face. Dressed up with a mask covering his eyes, Lucius was in his element. The man had been attending parties and gatherings thrown since he could walk--- some more extravagant than what was around him. Nobody would be able to tell he didn’t want to be there; he was circling the ballroom slowly and making conversation with those around him, catching up and asking how their summer was. 

He stopped to pick up a drink from the table, lifting the glass to his lips to take a sip. “I’ve worked at the Ministry all summer--- they have better beverages than this at their disposal...” Lucius set the glass down and reached into his pocket for his flask. “Though, I suppose they didn’t want to waste too much money on something as insignificant as an offering of peace for the youth. I wouldn’t either.”

[vaniities]

     “SO, LISTEN —” She addressed the person standing next to her, not really bothering to get a closer look at the face underneath the mask. Emma Vanity currently had her eye on the prize, and she was not about to be distracted. “Do you see that Auror over there? The one with the red bowtie,” She continued, nodding subtly in the direction she meant. “He’s got a flask of something interesting in his back pocket, I walked past him earlier tonight while he took a sip — and it smelled wicked strong.” 

This time, she lowered her voice, slightly more covert, though the man seemed distracted enough not to notice her scheming. “Help me nick it from him? I need something to get through this evening with the sulking presences all around the room,” Emma pouted out her lip slightly, tilting her head sidewards. “I’ll give you ten galleons for the effort.”

[savedpage101656]

where | masquerade ball with | anyone.

Marlene stood like a brightened beacon in the corner, the red-draped jumpsuit adorning her small frame suggested an almost attempt was made for the night’s events--only on the world of her mother’s wishes--as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. She didn’t want to be here. Didn’t really care to be here. She was sure a nighttime fly would’ve been more enjoyable. Then again, getting your hair pulled out by a Cornish Pixie sounded more enjoyable than avoiding the seventh invitation to dance.

It was why she took to the corner. The glass in hand charmed to look like Pumpkin juice, all the while the liquid was the welcomed burn only Firewhiskey could deliver, as she lifted the glass to her lips. No one said she had to go through this night sober. “How long do you think we have to stay before it’s considered appropriate to bail?” She asked, pulling off the mask, tossing it aside.