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Post by Adrian on Jun 8, 2008 14:36:18 GMT -5
Adrian sat lonely and quietly at one of the many tables. A gold mask with bright sequins covered both of his blue eyes, and a green cloak draped around Adrian's thin body, preventing anyone from finding out his true identity. Adrian didn't really fancy dancing on the dance floor tonight, instead he sat peacefully sipping his drink, hoping that the right person would come along for him . Perched on top of Adrian's table was a black hat, which he had earlier taken off. It had been too warm to wear hats. He didn't need to worry about concealing his identity for the ball, because Adrian had temporarily died his hair jet black for the night.
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Post by Kissed By An Angel on Jun 8, 2008 14:42:05 GMT -5
Angel had arrived only a few minutes ago, later than she would have liked. The dance floor was too crowded and it was too early for that anyways. Her eyes swept across the room as she entered the seating area hoping to recognize some small quality about someone, but she could not. She saw a table that she assumed was empty. When she walked up to it, however she noticed there was someone else there. Her eyes immediately went to his uncovered hair. Jet Black. It could be a clue, right? Maybe not...There were some people at Hogwarts with black hair. Or it could be fake...who knew...Angel to the liberty of sitting down at the table before asking, "Mind if I join you?" Her voice was soft and sweet.  |
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