Post by Samaal O'Toole S5 on Dec 5, 2007 16:09:56 GMT
Samaal studied the massive Hall. He had never realised how large it really was, with all the house tables standing in long rows. He shook his head as if to shake out the thought. The King-Queen nonsense was rubbish. Juniors shouldn't even be let to the Ball. Samaal's dark eyes narrowed and swept the Hall once more. Students everywhere, talking, laughing, dancing. It felt as though a kettle was boiling at the bottom of his stomach as he caught a glance of his friend dancing with a girl. Adam, the fool. His date had a lazy, sneery look about her that Samaal didn't like. He wandered back to the refreshments table. Snacks and drinks stacked high. Samaal curled his lip at some of the pastries. He decisively reached out for a bottle of Butterbeer, opening the thing with a flick of his wand. He took a swig of it and scanned the room again. It wasn't too awful, besides, noone would know that his reason for celebration was something else. Although he hadn't gotten the Beater spot, he had made it as a Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team. Sam took a second swig of Butterbeer and put the bottle down as he walked over to a huddle of Slytherins. It seemed that he wasn't the only one without a date tonight. The boys were standing around, muttering in indignant voices and shooting dark looks at the dancers. Samaal joined them, a lop-sided smile fixed to his face. He hadn't even bothered to ask a girl out to the Ball. He didn't need one hanging off him the whole night. Besides, Adam had asked two girls out, so Sam had to keep one away, while the other spent her half of the date with Adam. "Hello there." He smiled thinly as he approached the group of Slytherin boys. One grunted at him and held a hand up as a form of greeting. They were all dressed in what looked identical to their school robes, other than the fact that they had red or silver linings and seams.
Samaal straightened his own robes. They were a dark green, the cloak made of dark green velvet. There was fine, silver embroidery stitched along the bottom of his robes that swept the floor as he walked. Samaal hadn't bothered wearing a mask. "Look who else is single tonight." Crowed an older boy. Samaal shot him a blank look and shrugged apathetically. The Slytherins launched into discussion about Borgin and Burkes, a most tedious topic, as most of them had probably never entered the shop before. Samaal turned away, distracted, his eyes swooping over the Great Hall once again. They lingered on a pack of Gryffindors, single boys much like his group of Slytherins. Sam suppressed a snort of laughter. Obviously not as gallant as they make out to be.
And there was proud old Professor Dumbledore, that aged fool. Was that really a mask he held in his hand? The O'Tooles opposed Dumbledore greatly, yet there was no alternative school to send him to, other than Durmstrang. That school was a touch too far away from Dublin. Samaal heaved a sigh. The conversation on Borgin and Burkes had escelated to a heated discussion. Now officially bored, Sam stalked off, pushing past people, back to the drinks table. He spotted the "King" and "Queen" and snorted into his goblet of Pumpkin juice. they hadn't removed those ridiculous crowns yet. Now he had stopped privately and internally celebrating his Quidditch team membership, the party was growing less appealing by the minute.
There was a tap on his shoulder, and Samaal turned around. Adam was holding onto his date's hand firmly and pushed the girl towards Samaal. "Just- keep her there- off to find- somebody." He strode off to find his second date, leaving Samaal with the girl. He scowled down at her. She looked slightly dazed after having been towed through a crowd of people, she still had that sneer on, nonetheless. Samaal curled his lip at her, "Just... just wait here. And please don't move." he rolled his eyes at her as he wandered off, pushing past a group of younger Hufflepuffs. If Adam thought he was going to stick around with that girl, he was wrong. He just walked about the Hall aimlessly, watching the magical snow flutter down from the ceiling and settle in his curly hair. He glanced at a bunch of teachers. Professor McGonagall was talking away to somebody. Samaal curled his lip at them. Even the more... respected teachers had turned up for this masquerade, he noticed, spotting his head of Slytherin. He stopped and took a swig from his bottle of Butterbeer.
Samaal straightened his own robes. They were a dark green, the cloak made of dark green velvet. There was fine, silver embroidery stitched along the bottom of his robes that swept the floor as he walked. Samaal hadn't bothered wearing a mask. "Look who else is single tonight." Crowed an older boy. Samaal shot him a blank look and shrugged apathetically. The Slytherins launched into discussion about Borgin and Burkes, a most tedious topic, as most of them had probably never entered the shop before. Samaal turned away, distracted, his eyes swooping over the Great Hall once again. They lingered on a pack of Gryffindors, single boys much like his group of Slytherins. Sam suppressed a snort of laughter. Obviously not as gallant as they make out to be.
And there was proud old Professor Dumbledore, that aged fool. Was that really a mask he held in his hand? The O'Tooles opposed Dumbledore greatly, yet there was no alternative school to send him to, other than Durmstrang. That school was a touch too far away from Dublin. Samaal heaved a sigh. The conversation on Borgin and Burkes had escelated to a heated discussion. Now officially bored, Sam stalked off, pushing past people, back to the drinks table. He spotted the "King" and "Queen" and snorted into his goblet of Pumpkin juice. they hadn't removed those ridiculous crowns yet. Now he had stopped privately and internally celebrating his Quidditch team membership, the party was growing less appealing by the minute.
There was a tap on his shoulder, and Samaal turned around. Adam was holding onto his date's hand firmly and pushed the girl towards Samaal. "Just- keep her there- off to find- somebody." He strode off to find his second date, leaving Samaal with the girl. He scowled down at her. She looked slightly dazed after having been towed through a crowd of people, she still had that sneer on, nonetheless. Samaal curled his lip at her, "Just... just wait here. And please don't move." he rolled his eyes at her as he wandered off, pushing past a group of younger Hufflepuffs. If Adam thought he was going to stick around with that girl, he was wrong. He just walked about the Hall aimlessly, watching the magical snow flutter down from the ceiling and settle in his curly hair. He glanced at a bunch of teachers. Professor McGonagall was talking away to somebody. Samaal curled his lip at them. Even the more... respected teachers had turned up for this masquerade, he noticed, spotting his head of Slytherin. He stopped and took a swig from his bottle of Butterbeer.