Set Fire to the Rain |open|

[brooklyn nicole dubois]

YOU STOOD THERE WITH ME IN THE DOORWAY
●my hands shake im not usually this way●

you pull me in and im a little more brave
●Its a first kiss its flawless●

The dreaded Valentine’s Day ball was happening tonight and she was getting forced, by her friends, to go to the ball. Luckily, Brooklyn had a dress for to occasion. It was a risky dress for a ball, but Brooke was a veela and could pull it off just fine. The dress was a light teal blue color that was cute short in the front but touched the floor in the back. It showcased her toned legs and figure nicely even with the ruffled design of the skirt. In the front, her breasts were covered but her sides were exposed giving her a sensual yet classy look. The back of the dress was opened with straps that crisscrossed in weird directions.

As for the rest of her outfit, she put on light make up but used a bright red for her lips. She had nice lips and wanted to showcase them tonight. She wasn’t a fan of this day, but she could have fun flirting and teasing the boys at the dance. It was in her nature to. She put in diamond earrings that hung down to her chin and she paired this all with a sliver heal. She looked good and smiled in the mirror to herself before heading to the ball. It was a long trip to take, but she was already late for this dance, which meant it look half as long as it normally would have. No one was in the hallway which meant it she would most likely get noticed coming in late. At least she’d feel like she was the belle of the ball.

Finally she arrived at the great hall and slowly opened the door. She could hear they were playing a slow song and it kind of made her sick to her stomach. No one had asked her to the ball, which was fine by Brooke, but she couldn’t keep what had happened a few days ago out of her head. She had been caught roaming the halls in a towel due to her careless mistake and was getting blackmailed by a Slytherin. As if it couldn’t get any worse, the picture was right when she had dropped her towel. At least she’d only have to deal with it for this year because he’d be leaving Hogwarts. She could only pray she’d last a year without hexing him to pieces.

She didn’t notice anyone see her, which was fine by her. She wasn’t much of a fan of being center of attention. She made her way to the punch bowel and just decided to take a few drinks. She was angry with how her year was going to be having to be a Slytherin’s slave. She took a deep breath and looked for him. She noticed he wasn’t there yet, which made her happier. She didn’t feel like being his slave tonight at the ball. She just stood in the corner waiting for anything interesting to happen tonight.

its really something its fearless
Credit -- RAWR!? of caution.
Words -- 495
Outfit -- Here
Lyrics -- Taylor Swift Fearless

[Isolde lisette Flint]

The Valentines Ball. Lovely. Just what Isolde had been trying to avoid all week. She dreaded the thought of even showing up. Nothing had been going the way she had planned as far as relationships went, and showing up by herself gave people the right to talk and drag her down yet again. If it wasn't one thing it was the other. Slandering her existence, labeling her as the whore of Slytherin house, or listening to the comments they had to throw as they passed. It was all thanks to a lovely Gryffindor girl. Brooklyn Dubois. All over the top of Albus Potter. Obviously he had been hot topic with the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw's, but he had also been a very good friend of Isolde's. But that was beside the point. Hopefully nothing horrible would happen; Slipping from her towel, Isolde scurried over to the bed and picked up her dress. A bra was not necessary with something like the dress she had. But, she had to wear panties or that would give them all the motive to talk.

Isolde pulled her dress up and over her chest, struggling with the whole reach behind and zip it herself. Obviously the other girls had been a little too busy with their own outfits, so there had been no use in asking- Finally, she head the last and final zipping noise as it had met her hair. Everything had been a little snug up on the top area, but she had already expected that one to happen. It wasn't like her chest size was going to shrink itself over night, she was female, and blessed with what her mother never had. Isolde gently patter her stomach as she did a little show for the mirror. Her long, dark brown curls bouncing with every small step she had stepped. Her makeup was perfectly set like usual. Maybe a spot here or there out of line, but nothing that you could see; Slipping her shoes on, Isolde quickly stepped out of the girl dormitory and out of the common room. It was not time to face the dance.

The room was lit up with a rather smooth sort of color. Students had been dancing, and snogging all around making it a little harder just to look at anyone without feeling uncomfortable. Ah, yes. A quick drink of something would do her in just good. Enough to at least hold her off until she had found Albus, or James. Someone that she could just sit and chat with.; Approaching the table, she noticed her. Of all people she had wanted to run into tonight. Brooke. Isolde could feel the anger begin to bubble behind her cheeks as she watched the girl take a few drinks of punch. Oh, how she had wanted to just run up and slam it in her face. - Finding her way to the punch bowl, Isolde picked up a cup and stood as close to Brooke and she could get. Her lips pushed against one another as she tried to control as much anger as she possibly could.

"What are you doing here Dubois? Don't you have something better to do like play with your dolls? Or something along those lines." Taking a sip, Isolde sat her drink down and let off a sigh of anger. Her heart racing with fury as she looked towards the girl. "Where is your date?" Trying to spark up conversation, and fuel the fire, Isolde kept a very close eye on her.

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words;; unkown
thoughts;; (: I crept in
outfit;; Clicky!

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