I Don't... Remember! ((Mikayla))

[Seth Wright]

Seth straightened his suit nervously. "I don't think this is such a good idea," he jabbered at Chace in front of the full-length mirror in their dorm. "What if I get a Slytherin?" It was just one of the hundreds of fears tumbling out of Seth's mouth. This Blind Date Ball was a bad idea for several reasons. One: as he had already outwardly mentioned, what if he was paired with a girl who he was not at all compatible with? What if they spent the evening awkwardly, or arguing or hating each other? What if she was a Slytherin? What if she was a violent, murderous maniac? What if she was depressive and teary? The various possibilities in terms of female partners made Seth's brain dizzy. Oh dear. He wanted to faint from the thought.

Two: Seth did not socialise. Well, he did not socialise well. Even worse, he found it very difficult to socialise in a suit. He didn't really enjoy social events like balls and stuff, because he felt much too self-conscious - people staring at him, watching him 'dance'. The last time he had been dressed in this particular suit didn't exactly bring back fond memories; in fact, this suit held remnants of death and horror. For the last time Seth had worn this suit (his only suit, mind you) was during the Coxen party that Bruce, the patriarchial figure of the wealthy family, had held for his eldest daughter, Cora, but had then suffered a heart attack and consequently died. Seth would not forget the horror of Riley's face as she screamed for help; the disbelief in Chace's eyes, the loss in their mother's cries.

Three: Willow. Willow was obviously going to attend, and of course, it was fine for her to be paired with another boy for an entire evening. But for Seth to be with another girl? Oooh, such a thought made Willow green with envy and so irritable Seth could only stop her from fuming by assuring her several times he would not be looking at anyone else really except her. She was special; the only one for him. Sometimes, Seth thought, it could be so tiring with Willow. But, of course, he loved her nonetheless... Everyone had flaws, right?

After Chace had persuaded him again that he was absolutely going to go and not let the poor girl who would be his date down, Seth found himself standing in the Great Hall, shifting from foot to foot nervously, wondering how to he was to find his date. Conveniently he had forgotten the name Chace had given to him after looking up their blind date partners, but had remembered she was meant to play for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and was in their year. Well, Seth was at least thankful he was not paired with a Slytherin! As he wandered around the drinks table, still looking lost and rather gormless, he felt someone pat him on the shoulder and turned around, a little surprised.

However, when he looked ahead he saw no one. He frowned. It wasn't until he looked down did he see a much shorter figure, a brunette girl with a big smile. She looked very familiar - definitely one of his classmates, though Seth had, as usual, forgotten her name. "Oh, hi," he greeted her with a nervous laugh. "You're uh..." He couldn't remember the name still. "Are you my... date? I'm em, Seth." He stuck out a hand awkwardly. "Nice to meet you."

[Mikayla Moon]

((I got bored and needed a little fun. This looked like fun. Here's the outfit she's wearing. Hopefully when you get back you'll be able to post.))


Hazel-green orbs danced in amusement as she watched the girls around her gussy themselves up for the “ball”. It was rather a disgusting sight. Well it was to Mikayla Moon who hardly thought that a Valentine’s Day Ball was a great idea, then again not only was it a ball on the most bogus holiday invented, but it was a blind date ball. Meaning that when she’d been suckered into participating she was really getting suckered into having to deal with a complete stranger for the night. She didn’t care what Cassie told her it wasn’t worth it and she wasn’t going to gussy herself up like the rest of the dumb broads seemed to be doing. Mikayla waited for the girls to get away from the mirrors…why there were only two mirrors located in the woman’s dormitory was an unanswered question to Mikayla…obviously the school had been furnished by men, because no woman would stick only two mirrors in a room slotted to room five girls. Well four in this case as Mikayla wasn’t even bothering to try to look at herself in any of them.

Being the shortest girl in the room…or should that be school (for her age at least) it wasn’t very easy to get to the front of the line for mirror time. It wasn’t like Mikayla was a little person; she just couldn’t get past that five-foot marker. It wasn’t that bad. There were lots of people that lacked in height like that, the only problem was most people reminded her that they were little people and not average. So she usually just waited to see the mirror or anything for that matter, though in reality she didn’t really feel the need to look in a mirror constantly or check out the cute boy that had been pointed out. Mikayla was more concerned with living life by the run…grabbing the bull by the horns so to speak. That’s just what she did most of the time as well and that was definitely going to show as she pulled her hair up on top of her head, letting the golden blonde curls to spill down the back of her head in a messy wave.

Studying herself for only a moment she released her hair, allowing it to just return to it’s normal style, deciding a side part on the right side of her head would be best. Adding the few finishing touches to her jewelry Mikayla nodded to herself in the mirror, loving the fact that she was probably going to be Cinderella when she entered the ball…though for entirely different reasons. Well maybe she’d be Cinderella towards the end of the ball…like when the clock struck twelve. She laughed to herself before heading through the Gryffindor tower and then out down the steps toward the Great Hall. She was running late now, not that it was unusual for her, but she really did hope her date wouldn’t think she stood him up. Of course now that she thought about it, she didn’t know whom her date was or how to find him once she did arrive. Hopefully he’d be by himself so she’d have at least some idea.

Quickly her small feet carried her through the entrance to the Great Hall, hazel-green orbs falling on the couples that had already begun to move around the dance floor. She’d already spotted people quickly leaving the dance…separately from their dates. That didn’t bode well for her. Maybe she’d end up with one of those mudblood hating Slytherins…though that would make for an interesting evening. She could show them just how amazing mudbloods were when it came to magic…just like Professor Granger. Her inner running commentary drifted to a whisper as she spotted a familiar face moving through the crowd, looking for someone. Hopefully it was her, because she was already on the move toward him, her smile radiant as she came up behind him and tapped on his shoulder.

As he turned around, she pursed her lips in amusement, waiting for him to look down, though it wasn’t like she was two feet shorter than him….it was more like a foot and some inches. Not that big of a difference, at least it didn’t seem like it to her. The first thing Mikayla noticed about him was what house he belonged to and a part of her sighed in relief. It was Seth Wright to be exact, a Hufflepuff in her same year. She remembered him from several of her classes and he was an all right guy, in a serious relationship though. Mikayla smiled at the thought, knowing there was no way he’d go for her, which made her happy. A relationship was definitely not what she needed right now.

“I’m Mikayla, we’ve met a few times before…like for the last seven years to be exact. I’m a 7th year Gryffindor, though I’m afraid Professor McGonagall is going to confuse me for a 1st year and not allow me to leave Hogwarts at the end of the year,” she said with a wide grin her hand extended. It was about this time that Mikayla waited for him to say something about her dress…or lack there of. She was wearing a pair of light faded blue jeans, that hugged her hips fantastically, a dark tan/off white, button up shirt with black strips running vertically across the fabric, with a black suede vest over the top. Both wrists were decorated with tan and black, woodened bead bracelets. Simple cubic zirconium earrings decorated her ears and her feet were finished off with two inch black sandal heels. “You’re probably wondering why I’m not wearing a dress…well I don’t know about you, but I’d like to at least dance to one song and I’m not doing it in one of those frilly gawd awful tents.” She pause only a second as she took in his suit. “If you’d like to get out of that get up, be my guest. I’d rather be comfortable than look like an idiot when I trip over my gown. So…Seth right? Oh will you look at that…your last name is Wright…right? So Seth Wright right?” The simple, amusing irony of his name made Mikayla laugh softly. “Sorry…I talk a lot, and I really don’t know how to shut myself up. I get like this when I’m nervous, though I don’t know what I’m nervous about…not like any thing’s going on…just balls and boys I guess…that didn’t come out right…I think I’m just going to shut up now.” Mikayla pressed her lips together, her eyes darting away as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. She was out of her element and it was clearly showing.

[Seth Wright]

"Right. Mikayla. Yeah... I knew that." Seth grinned bashfully, his bad habit of scratching his head returning. "I'm sorry, names aren't my strong point... I'm in Hufflepuff. But, uh, you probably already knew that." After a nervous chuckle, he released Mikalya's hand and bent his arm round his back, trying not to scuffle his toes too much as he stared down, anxious for the awkward tension between them to dissipate. "That would suck," he grinned in amusement at Mikalya's joke about her height. Indeed she was very short - no more than 5", certainly, which was quite something, especially since he himself stood at 5'11" - almost a whole foot taller than Mikayla, then? Dancing would be difficult, but Seth's mind had thankfully not processed so far along yet. What Seth had noticed, though, was the fact that, unlike the rest of the females scattered across the Great Hall, Mikayla was not wearing a dress - which, he assumed, was the norm for women attending a ball of any sort, especially a Valentine's one. He wasn't weirded out, but it did confuse him a little. His knowledge of the opposite sex was little - everything he knew about them had come from Eva and Willow, and that was never good, since the two girls could never agree on anything, being complete opposites - therefore, Seth's understanding of girls was muddled by Willow's proclamation that all things feminine were all things pink and frilly, contrasting to Eva's declaration that a woman had the same rights as men and should not be degraded to being labelled as the same as blonde bimbos, which was frankly insulting and utterly offensive.

Right. But even Eva had gone to today's ball - rather grudgingly - in a dress-like outfit; it was simple, unlike Willow's, which Seth had noted with appreciation showed off her curves wonderfully. Still, he thought (as did Chace) that the amount of frills attached to the hem of the dress were rather excessive... Mikayla certainly wasn't wearing frills. If Willow saw her attire she'd probably have a heart attack. "I wouldn't know." Seth gave a lopsided smile, but his eyes twinkled in amusement at Mikayla's comment. "My girlfriend seems to think frills are absolutely vital, but I've never had to wear one. Thank goodness." At the mention of dancing, a worried expression fell across Seth's face. "Uh... I'm not much of a dancer," he admitted shamefully, a light flush in his cheeks. "I've got two left feet. Even my girlfriend hates dancing with me. And I'm uh... a lot taller than you." Seth didn't need to spell it out for Mikalya: They would look very weird together on the dance floor. "B-But," Seth quickly said before Mikalya could look disappointed and reply, "if you really, really want to dance with me, I won't say no." He chuckled. "It's not often girls want to dance with me so I can't say no, right? Anyway, there wouldn't be much point in me coming tonight if I didn't dance... Then again, I didn't even want to come in the first place." Seth's eyes widened as they darted to Mikayla. "Oh, uh, I mean, well, not that I didn't want to be your date, that's not what I meant at all! I just meant balls aren't my kinda thing and I don't really like big social things, you know? So yeah, that's uh... what I meant."

Seth trailed off lamely, his expression guilty and apologetic as he awaited Mikayla's response to his sudden and very characteristic ramble. Maybe she would laugh at him? Leave him? She seemed really nice, though, and Seth was grateful he hadn't been paired with a murderous Slytherin girl. "Oh, uh..." Seth looked down at his costume helplessly. "No, well... I don't really like wearing suits, this is my only one, but it seemed necessary at the time..." His memory flashed back to Chace pointing out that everyone would be dressed formally tonight. For once he was wrong. He hadn't factored in the Mikayla equation. "I don't mind," he shrugged. "It's comfortable enough to dance in. It doesn't have frills, anyway." He grinned at Mikayla, before laughing as he nodded. "Yeah, Seth Wright, that's right." This wasn't the first time he had heard that joke, but most of the time it had been used in a bullying, offensive context, not in a humorous situation. He was grateful for it. "No no, it's fine. I talk more. I'm not a chatterbox. Okay, I probably am, Chace says I don't know when to stop, that's my problem. I don't shut up, especially when I'm nervous too." Seth was glad to hear that Mikayla was just like him; that helped him feel much more comfortable in her presence. He hadn't noticed before, but she was a very pretty girl, despite her height. The fact he was already a taken man and only had eyes for a Willow Walker meant he felt nothing towards Mikayla, though. "So I apologise as well if I say something really stupid or ridiculous, because I do that a lot." As though mirroring, Mikayla's expression, Seth's own visage blushed, though he continued to smile kindly with understanding at his partner for the night.

[Mikayla Moon]

Mikayla waved him off. “No need to apologize for not remembering my name. There are far too many students in this school to remember them all; besides we both know that if this hadn’t been my last year here at Hogwarts they probably would have just taken me for a first year. Not that I wouldn’t mind repeating the schooling, but puberty…to have to go through that mess all over again, definitely not,” Mikayla smirked as she tried to keep her mouth from running away with her. It seemed to do that more often than not anymore and she was definitely not in the mood to have to repair the consequences that would no doubt stem from her lack of filter. “I think I need to come with a remote, ya know. So people can turn me down or mute me. Otherwise I’m sure no one would ever be able to shut me up…seeing as how I’m still talking. Though I’m sure you’ve already noticed that factor…but honestly if you could just interrupt me whenever I’m rambling that would be good. I hate rambling, but I do have a tendency to do that…I think I already said that…yes, yes I did. Sorry.” Mikayla squinted and winced as she muttered the sorry and pulled a strand of hair out of her eyes. If only she really did come with a filter than maybe she would be able to stop herself from looking completely daft.

At the mention of Seth’s girlfriend thinking frills was a vital asset Mikayla wrinkled up her face. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right? Frills?” Mikayla stole a look through the Great Hall trying to find if she could see Seth’s girlfriend. If the girl was into serious frills than undoubtedly she had gone out in a horrendous outfit that was made of nothing but frills more than likely. Seth seemed to stop short and become about ten times more notice, or so it seemed, as she mentioned dancing. She laughed, mostly because she couldn’t help herself, and also because it was just too darn cute that he was quote on quote such a horrendous dancer. When he mentioned her height she almost doubled over from the laughter. “You’re kidding me right? You’re going to use my height as an excuse for not being able to dance? Now we’re going to have to, just because you said that,” Mikayla said with amusement, tears streaming down her face from the fits of laughter she’d had.

Every time she thought the fits of giggles were about to end Seth would once again stick his foot in his mouth and she’d laugh even harder. No matter what he said it would have insulted…well it would have if she had been the type that was insulted. Instead she just laughed. After all, what was the point of life if you couldn’t laugh? She held up her hands to keep him from saying anything else. “Gosh Seth…you think entirely too much. Stop overanalyzing everything,” she said in an amusing tone as her giggles finally began to subside. “I’m not offended and trust me I don’t care if we dance or not tonight, but the fact that I want to prove to you that you probably can dance is going to make me feel as if I must make you do it. In the words of the infamous Yoda ’Do or do not. There is no try.’ Now if you don’t mind?” Mikayla held out her hand to Seth in an almost completely feminine way, which was rather amusing as Mikayla was definitely more a Tomboy than anything. “Lead the way to the dance floor maestro.”