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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 22:07:04 GMT -5
Jack took his hand from the Raven's neck, bringing it down to his side and at the same time looking away and laughing lightly. "I danced with a Princess," he said, "Then we came out here and had a rather lovely conversation, then I met this peculiar person dressed in feathers." He finished with a grin, saying that the Raven knew the rest of the story. "And you?"
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 22:12:51 GMT -5
The Raven's lips quirked into a crooked smile. "I danced with a dangerous bella donna, then came outside for some air. I can't quite remember what happened next, but it had something to do with a noisy swan and a Purist bastard dressed as a sparrow. I'm rather fond of the bastard," the Raven teased.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 22:19:02 GMT -5
Jack's eyes fell down to the Raven's lips, he loved that smile. He grinned at the tease, his eyes coming back up to meet the Raven's, but he winced slightly. "Don't remind me of the goose dressed as a swan. We still need to find us a seagull to see if you were lying to me or not," he added, grinning.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 22:24:13 GMT -5
The Raven chuckled at that. "Good luck getting one to admit to it. Everyone's peacocks and swans for the night except the two of us. And you, you're a peacock under there anyway." He had said as much earlier, and the Raven was of the opinion that he was right.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 22:33:55 GMT -5
Jack grinned, "Well at least I'm not flaunting it. I'm sure you could be one if you wanted to be." He was pretty sure the Raven would have no problem fitting in at a ball if he so chose. They'd just have to hide the Raven's Mudblood status. Jack's eyes laughed at the thought, at the looks he imagined.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 22:39:49 GMT -5
"I'd have to learn to waltz first," the Raven said. "There's a big difference between not flapping in circles and knowing how to waltz." The Raven wasn't entirely sure what the waltz involved, other than a lot of twirling. "On second thought, maybe the waltz is flapping in circles..." The Raven's eyes gleamed with laughter.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 9, 2008 1:13:15 GMT -5
Mistress followed a dark path through the gardens filled with beautiful plants and trees. Had it been any other night, she would have stopped to smell the roses. Tonight however, was different. Having wandered briefly through the crowds indoors, she opted to test her character out in a more private setting. That way, she could alter and perfect her role as the night went on without a hoard of witnesses to any flaws in her performance. Rounding a corner, she heard their voices before the couple came into view from behind a bush. She took in the scene, studying the costumes of the pair along with their close stance. She hadn't caught any of the conversation, but by the body language alone she knew she was interrupting something and her first reaction was to quietly turn around and leave unnoticed. Reminding herself that she wasn't herself tonight, she took another few steps into the clearing they occupied and leaned her shoulder against the tree she now stood by. In a voice much seductively deeper than her own, she made her presence known. "How sweet."  |
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Post by Jack on Jun 9, 2008 14:43:47 GMT -5
"Well then I'll just have to teach you, it's not that hard," Jack said, then he heard the rustling of a new person, turning his head just in time to hear the words. He looked back at the Raven, annoyance obvious in his eyes as he crossed his arms again. Though the annoyance was gone by the time he looked back at the girl. "Should have been here a few minutes ago," he said pleasantly, even if his body language was cold.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 9, 2008 17:12:17 GMT -5
The Raven's intentions to resume statuesque silence were ruined by the unexpected twist to Jack's comment. The painted lips parted in a wide grin, and a low chuckle was hastily and poorly smothered behind a mesh-gloved hand. All of which only added validity to Jack's claim.
After a moment, the Raven's grin tempered to a barely-conrolled smirk, but the eyes behind the mask glittered with amusement in the moonlight. The Raven might have said something, but Jack had said it all.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 9, 2008 18:14:03 GMT -5
Mistress idly twirled her sword in her hands. "What a pity I'm late, then," she said to the pirate. She had to resist the strong urge to grin along with the feathered person. In the back of her mind, she continued her now-familiar mantra, Just act like a typical Slytherin.
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Post by Jack on Jun 9, 2008 18:37:09 GMT -5
Jack suppressed a grin when he heard the Raven's barely muffled chuckle, but the laughter showed in his eyes anyway. His eyes went over to the Raven for a moment before focusing again on the person in front of him. To some the sword may have been intimidating, but his father had had an affinity for them, and so he had practically grown up with them. "Yes, a pity," he said, though he was exceedingly glad they hadn't been interrupted.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 9, 2008 18:53:15 GMT -5
The Raven was incredibly tempted to see if Jack would stand by his words, but managed to hold onto control, eyes still gleaming with barely-supressed laughter. Instead, the Raven bent, feathered headdress dancing with the motion, and picked up the mesh glove earlier discarded at their feet. The Raven straightened, then, head inclined in mocking greeting, brought out the bare hand obscured by the layered cloak and proceeded, slowly but deliberately, to replace the glove. It was up to her whether she associated the motion with the topic of conversation. Jack knew, though.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 9, 2008 21:26:11 GMT -5
"Don't get dressed on my account. I'm merely escaping the fluff indoors for a darker scene. And it appears I have come across one rather unusual." She was almost certain that the feathered costume was that of a man now; a woman would have curtsied. Her eyes widened slightly with the implications, before she schooled her face into one of slight intrigue. She wondered who was hidden behind the costumes, taking advantage of the masquerade to hide together in plain sight. "Very unusual indeed."
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Post by Jack on Jun 9, 2008 21:44:12 GMT -5
Jack watched out of the corner of his eye as the Raven's hand was slowly covered again. "The entire night is unusual, don't you think?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and sending his eyes towards the large sword the girl held. For heaven's sake, there had been a woman dressed in tight shiny leather in the dance room, and at least one other pirate.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 9, 2008 21:51:22 GMT -5
"The night was meant to be unusual," the Raven said at last, resuming the soft, genderless voice used for the better part of the night. The painted lips curved as a line from an old Muggle movie came to mind. "We're all mad here," the soft voice recited. The Raven paused, glancing at Jack, who probably hadn't caught the reference. "Metaphorically speaking," the Raven added.
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