Fairy Dust Magic ((Ingrid))

[Aaron Byers H4]

Crossing his arms across his chest, Aaron eyed the costume that lay upon his four poster bed. He couldn’t believe that he was going to wear such scanty material. It was one piece, but the material was made out of fake leaves. The top didn’t have any sleeves, but there was a slash that hang across his right shoulder. For the bottoms, well they were more like Bermuda shorts. “Well…it’s better than tights,” he told himself with a heavy sigh. Aaron was excited for the night, but he just wasn’t comfortable with the outfit chose. Growing up, Aaron absolutely loved Peter Pan. Actually, Peter was his idol growing up; living forever as a boy, and fighting wicked pirates by the name of, Captain Hook. Lenora was always Wendi and had once gotten him into tights for Halloween. Aaron didn’t mind the tights back then, but he knew for certain that he wasn’t going to wear then. Though, he kept motivating himself that it was all for Ingrid. He wanted to make this night special for her, to apologize for his behavior for the past four months. Running his hands through his wet hair, Aaron planted himself down on his bed. The other boys were already getting dressed, chatting happily about their dates. “You’re going with Ingrid, right Aaron?” one asked as Aaron finally got himself to get dressed. Pulling the costume over his head, he pulled it down by the end, adjusting certain areas. “Yeah….” He began tugging at the fringy material, “Hoping to make up for lost time, you know?” he responded back, ruffling his dirty straw colored hair.

Once he was happy with everything, Aaron waved goodbye to his friends, patting them on the back as he bounded down the stairs to the common room. Stopping at the foot of the last step by the wall, he ignored the snigger of delight from a couple of the portraits next to him. It was always giggling, but anybody would be if they saw Aaron at that moment. Noticing Ingrid come down the stairs, a smile instantly lit up his face. She looked positively wonderful. Not that she didn’t always look good, but she suited the rule of Wendi perfectly. Making his way up to her side, Aaron took her wrist gently, tugging her across the room by the fireplace. His hand still held hers as he leaned against the mantle, the flames roaring next to him. “I have to go soon for the court announcement. So I’ll meet you by the food table?” he asked his blue eyes boring into hers as his thumb glided over her smooth skin. It was shocking how fast Aaron had gotten over his depression, but he still had an aching fear in his hear that will forever leave a scar. “I’ll see you later!” Nodding, Aaron grinned as he turned around on his heels, following the crowd out of the portrait hole. Within minutes, Aaron was standing outside the enormous oak doors of the Great Hall. All the other court members were gathered around, talking amongst themselves. He could see the nervous look in some of their eyes, but strangely Aaron didn’t feel any nerves.

Hearing Professor Dumbledore’s voice, Aaron glanced over at Harmony smiling at her. One by one, each of the couples were called, followed by applause as they made their way down the hall. When it was his turn, Aaron kept a small smile on his face he followed next to Harmony down toward where the students were being announced. As the last couple took their place the hall fell silent. Dumbledore’s cheery voice broke through the silence, proclaiming the titles of the students. Hearing Harmony’s name being called, Aaron grinned at her, clapping as she stepped forward. He kept clapping slowly until everyone was crowned. Aaron wasn’t disappointed he got anything he was more surprised that he actually got nominated on the court. As they finished, Aaron followed the others into the crowds, his eyes searching for Ingrid. Finally spotting her talking to her sister by the refreshment table, Aaron made his way over toward the two.

“Ingrid! Janine!” he greeted looking down at the little first year. Well, wasn’t the ironic? She was dressed as Tinkerbelle. Maybe she had overheard their idea plans to the ball. “You aren’t going to get jealous of your sister are you, Tink?” he asked playfully, bending down on his knees to fix a wind that was bent. “You wouldn’t happen by any chance to have fairy dust, now would you?”

((OOC- Hope you don't mind that I brought Janine into this. Thought it would be interesting. ))

[Ingrid Lewis H4]

Ingrid brushed her blonde hair until it was smooth and gleaming; it fell over her shoulders nicely and was held back by a cloth headband that matched the nightdress she wore. The nightdress was a simple white cotton gown with a lace collar that wasn't itchy enough for her to want to tear the nightdress to shreds. It fell to her ankles and on her feet were a pair of simple white slippers. She looked at herself in the mirror and finished fidgeting with a few things before turning and looking at Janine who was sitting on her bed. She was dressed as a tiny fairy. Her wings were glittery and she wore a small green dress. Not the revealing dress that the cartoon Tinkerbell wore, but a green one that was fit for an 11 year old. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a bun and she wore a bit of makeup but not much. She wore slippers with fuzzy white balls at the toe and around her waist was a small satchel filled with glitter, or better known as fairy dust. It had been Ingrid's idea that she dress up as Tinkerbell to match her and Aaron's. She was going as Wendy and that left Aaron to be Peter Pan. They had both thought it was a fitting costume choice and had decided to go with it. Ingrid found it especially ironic, because Aaron was most definitely not a product of the Peter Pan syndrome anymore. She walked over to Janine and knelt down in front of her on the floor to fix one of her slippers before standing and holding her hand out for her. Janine hopped off the bed and smiled brightly; "I'm going to meet Sally and Jennifer for the announcements and then I'll come find you." Janine told her before kissing Ingrid's cheek like the good little sister she was and then running out of the fourth year dorms. Ingrid watched her sister's retreating back before looking at herself in the full length mirror once more and then following her sister's lead. She left the dorm and descended the steps to the common room.

There were students chattering, talking about their dates or their costumes, and many were laughing. There was a bright array of coloured costumes all over the place and Ingrid felt rather drab compared to some of the girls. She put on a smile though and looked around the common room for Aaron. She didn't spot him, but apparently he had spotted her because he was at her side immediately and pulling her out into the common room. She laughed at his costume, "Wow, Aaron, you know – I don't think I've ever seen you in anything like this. It's fitting." She smiled teasingly and tugged on the costume gently with her thumb and forefinger. Aaron pulled her over to the fireplace and she smiled at him, looking down at their hands briefly. She tried not to let her mind get too caught up in them holding hands, and so she looked up at him with a bright smile as he spoke. She nodded and kissed his cheek, "Sounds fine." And then he was off. Ingrid sighed slightly, letting her hand drop beside her before following the crowd out of the common room. Janine popped into appearance beside her and Ingrid's smile came back. She hated feeling lonely. She would have found Sita, but Sita was still feeling a bit… off and Ingrid hated it. She didn't like feeling like she had upset Sita in some way. She didn't know what to do. She had apologised to her best friend, now all Sita had to do was accept the apology and get over everything that had happened. They entered the Great Hall and Ingrid led Janine over to the food table, taking up a small glass of punch and taking a sip as the lights dimmed and Dumbledore started speaking.

He named off everyone in the court and then he named off the royals. Ingrid clapped when appropriate and was absolutely amazed by the theatrics of which Dumbledore went through to show who the Royals were. Dumbledore never did anything but out of the ordinary. He loved exaggerations and extravagance. She had heard a whole bunch of older students call him "stylish" and Ingrid had to agree. She often found herself wondering if he was gay, because he was just far too stylish to be straight – but she never asked anyone about it or wondered it aloud. She could only imagine how that would go over. Finally, Aaron made his way over to them and chuckled when he saw Janine dressed as Tinkerbell. Ingrid smiled and took a sip of her punch as Aaron knelt down in front of Janine, fixed her wing, and asked if she had any fairy dust. Janine pulled at her satchel, opened it and grabbed a handful of glitter – sprinkling it over Aaron's head before laughing and skipping away to be with her friends. Ingrid laughed and helped Aaron stand, brushing the glitter off his shoulders and out of his hair; "Can you fly, Peter?"