Halloween Masquerade Ball

Bella crossed her arms and glared over Sadira's shoulder towards Andromeda as she spoke, "Yes, she never did show full confidence in our conversations, the one's we let her engage in." This was very much true. Meda would always say she agreed, make up now obviously fake plans, but she never sounded like she truly meant it. Now that she thought about, this could prove worse than previously thought. Meda knew what they wanted in life; she had proof when others only had suspicions. Though her mind wad racing, she kept her expression calm yet angry as she said, "We'll have to watch her like hawks, she's heard our conversations." This could seriously prove very bad. Who knew what would happen if Meda decided to spill that she had heard with her own ears their plans... well Bella knew what would happen, they'd be shipped straight off to Azkaban.

"As much as I never want to see her face again, we can't do that, Sadira." Bella spoke, still glaring. "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer." She really wasn't liking this conversation. Way too angering. Shifting her eyes from her now unworthy sister, she looked at Sadira. "So what's been happening with you and that cousin of mine? The worthy one, of course." She spoke with a knowing smirk on her face.

Bertha Jorkins entered the Great Hall for the Masquerade ball. She gazed around the room which was buzzing with uniquely costumed students. She, herself, wore a dark red dress that magnified her bright blue eyes. Her confidence was at an all-time record in that dress. She had contacted a favored cousin to get the dress for her, since she was no longer on speaking terms with her parents.
Slowly gliding toward the crowd, she searched for familiar faces. The only costume she recongnized was Madeline Abbott, who wore a black pirate wench disguise. She was currently talking to another pirate, and she didn't want to interupt them.
The food looked delicious, but she would not allow herself to dig in quite yet. The music was slow and classical, perfect for a couples dance, but she was a loner(at least for that night). She considered herself brave for coming alone...but maybe she wouldn't be alone for long.... She gazed the room again... 'if only everyone wasn't wearing a mask,' she thought. 'Then spotting a dance partner wouldn't be so hard.' Personally, Bertha loved the the idea of a ball, she loved to dance, and be the center of attention.

"Hey Bee! Over here!" Bertha turned to see Maddie walking toward her.... she smiled.... "Your costume looks great," she replied.

What took you so long?" Maddie asked.

"WHen you left, I looked in the mirror one last time and was disgraced by my hair. I decided to take it out of it's bun and curl it," she stated pointing to her hair.

"Do you plan to dance?" Bertha asked. "You look like you'd be a good dancer." she smiled searching the room once more. "I love to dance... all i need is a partner and a change of music..." An idea popped in her head. "Hey, I will be right back.... I'll meet up with you later." SHe waved good-bye to her friend and exited the ball. She ran up to her dorm and got an old record and a player from her suitcase...

She entered into the ball once more, this time less obvious. she sneeked over to were the violins were magically playing by them selves. She took out her wand and silenced them. She turned the record on and out blasted rock music.... "And that's how classical music died... at least for tonight," she whispered to herself.

She bobbed her head to the music and made her way back to Maddie.... "Now isn't this better?" She picked up the mug of Butterbeer she had got on her way and drank it slowly...

Bertha watched as Professor Flitwick stood up from his chair and paced around the room, looking for someone to accuse. She laughed at Maddie. "Well hello Meda. It's very nice to meet you," she said as she shook hands with Andromeda Black. Suprised that she wasn't man or sarcastic like most Blacks were.... maybe her and Sirius must be the oddballs.


"I want to dance...but I need a guy, and no one has taken any notice in me, sooo."


"Oh honey, don't think like that," She assured her friend. "Well now you don't have to have a partner... this music is for all..." she stood up and started dancing. "Come on, join me.... it will be fun.... besides this is our last year... don't you want to remember yourself as the one who danced?" she looked at Meda. "Please?" She gently tugged on both of thier hands, leading them towards the dance floor.


She banged her head to the music, messing up the hair she had worked so hard on. She observed the room as she danced... it seemed as though everyone was paired up.... there were very few single people there. Maddie was beautiful... and it was a shame she was single.... although single life could be fun. Madeline might be single but she was not alone.... she had Bee and Meda (who Bee just seemed to click with.)

Yes, there was a shyness and awkwardness to their relationship, but on Remus' part it was because he was rather inexperienced at this. That and his innate fear of rejection. There had been many times where he had over thought his actions, for fear that they would be the wrong ones and would result in his being ostracized. In this case, it was because he was a bit unsure of what to do. It wasn't as if he could ask his father for any advice.. they weren't exactly on speaking terms. The reasons for this led to his thinking of what complications their relationship, if it could be termed, would have to overcome if it came to that. He feared even now, how he would tell her, knowing that eventually he would have to, or end it. And merlin knows, he didn't want to end it at all. Remus gave himself a hard mental shake. Tonight was not the night to think of such things.

A soft smile curved his lips at her declaration that his eyes dazzled her, and said eyes warmed in tender affection and fondness. His hand reached out to take hold of hers in a loose grip. "I think perhaps we can help each other too. It seems that I, do not have a partner, and you haven't either. May I have the next dance.. just until your date comes," he said, a bit of mischief at the end. He was a bit surprised at the uncharacteristic boldness that she was showing, but perhaps it just lingered below under a metaphorical mask which needed a real one to bring out. However, he did not dislike it.