7th year girls dorm

[Becca]

Nex shuffled through her trunk for her dress
“Where the hell are you?” she asked it aloud, yes she talks to her things... it’s become a habit to her now. Sighing and practically falling inside her trunk she spotted a glimpse of the fabric
“There you are! Why’d you hide from me? “she asked picking it up to lay across her bed, quickly muttering a spell to decrease it at the same time. Nex had a bad habit of leaving things crumpled in a pile, organised mess would be the best way to describe it. Well actually a mess would be the best description but don’t tell Nex that.

Nex hadn’t planned much about how she was gonna look, kinda just was doing it as she went along, quickly grabbing everything she owned make up wise she pondered why people got all wound up over these things. It made much more sense to get the dress, and just learn how to do hair and makeup then do whatever you want on the day you need to get ready. Ok maybe to Nex that was easier, but to a normal human it would most likely be stressfull beyond words. Not too bothered either way Nex put on her dress, and started to ponder her makeup whilst wondering where the others were.

[katelyn]

Marlene had heard Nex talking to her things from the bathroom. She'd become used to it. It wasn't really that weird now, to come back to her dorm to find Nex talking to something. She then switched her thoughts over to the problem on hand. The ball. She bit her lip and looked over at her dress, which was hanging on the bathroom door. She had literaly no experience with dresses and crap, so she'd asked Nex to help her choose one. Nex had gone to Hogsmead and come back with a short...pale green thing. With spaghetti straps.
Joy.
And she didn't have time to go to Hogsmead and get a diffferent one. So she was stuck with this. She had however, been able to use a spell to make it a little longer. So at least it came to her knees now. And she had to admit, the color of it was nice.
A few minutes later she'd hauled the dress over her head. She walked out of the bathroom and looked over at Nex. "What do you think?" She asked. She laughed and did a little twirl, feeling increadibly self-cautious. She sat carefully on the edge of Nex's bed, looking at her. "I don't look too horrible in this thing, do I?"

[Dea]

Fuck this.
She pulled the shoes off her feet and padded up the stairs.
Stupid heels.

Hmm...Now...Her entrance. She wasn't in this year but...Eh well.

A running entrance would work.

Running, she pushed open the door, and slid to the middle of the room, jazz hands shaking.

"I'm heeeeeere!"
Jesus, that Leanne girl must have put some freaky shit on her dress.

Sure. Everyone looked way different. Except her. Marlene had a pretty dress and Nex could just change the way she looked. Thalia had to borrow a dress. Eh well. Work it, girl. Work the borrowed dress.

Back to reality.

[Becca]

Nex looked up at the sound of her friends voice as Marl walked out of the bathroom
“You don’t look terrible at all, you look lovely” she smiled “It really suits you” she ended with a nod as Thalia burst in, with a musical worthy entrance

“Hey Thal!”She greeted whilst putting her hair up, voice slightly mumbled by a clip held in her mouth, she hadn’t decided what colour her hair was today, how annoying. Thinking up colour combo’s quickly in her head she chose her normal black colour that was tipped in a shining gold shade, black and gold... how original Nex.
“So who’s everyone going with?” she asked grinning after getting her hair up.

[Dea]

"What? No clapping?" She said, fake pouting.
She then launched herself on a nearby bed, sitting cross-legged. She had sat on something. Scooting over, she realised she'd sat on someone's glasses.
"Crap. Whose are these? And it does, Marley. Suits you. "

And then there was that question. This time, she could finally reply with an answer.

"Phil."
Er, Fluffle, if you were Nex. That just sounded so...weird. No. She would never call him Fluffle. It sounded so...Weird.

[katelyn]

Marlene smiled as she grabbed a brush from her bedside table and began to run it through her hair. She had the dress figured out, but she wasn't sure what to do with her hair. And she wasn't going to wear any makeup. No no no. "Hey, Thalia." She sad, smiling. "Love the little jazz hands thing you got going on here."
She glanced up at Nex and smiled. "Hmm. I don't know wether to think you're both just saying that to be nice, or if you actually mean it. Haha."
She glanced over at the glasses Thalia sat on. "I don't know who the hell owns those. They look pretty cool, though."
She bit her lip. Ahhh. The big question. Dates. Now, should she tell them that Gideon had asked her or change the subject? Ahhh.
Thank you Thalia, the amazing subject-changer.
"Fluffle asked you?" She asked. "Oooh, right. Didn't Gideon yell across the Great Hall that you should go with him?" Oh shit. Bringing up Gideon was a bad idea. Gah.
She normally would've been fine with telling them who she was going with, but didn't know how they'd react if they knew it was Gideon.

[Dea]

"Oh yeah. Jazz hands make any entrance," she joked. Then she bit her lip. Yeah, the glasses would have been cool, had they not been broken. She pulled out her wand and pointed them at the break.
"Reparo," she muttered. They fixed together. Panic over. She carefully placed them on a bedside table.

Thalia laughed. "Yeah he did. I thought Phil might die, by the look on his face. I think I yelled back something like, 'I guess', which may not have been the best thing to say. But it's not like he would have asked me...That was only this morning. I would have ended up a loner."

Crap, there was the babbling thing.
Verbal diarhoea.

[Becca]

“I mean it” Nex nodded with a grin, Turning towards Thalia
“Ah Fluffle, that’s great!” she continued to grin while placing the random floral accessories in her hair. And watched as the glasses where being repaired back into their normal state
“I agree, they are pretty cool” she nodded,
“Had Gideon yell it to you?Somehow I’m not that surprised” Nex laughed. For once she was excited for the Ball, simply because her and Fabion had been plotting and she was sure it would end with a bang.

[Sarah]

Bailey avoided glancing at her other dorm mates, Marlene, Nex, and Thalia, as much as possible while she got ready. It wasn’t like she didn’t like the girls or anything, just that she… didn’t fit in with them. She especially didn’t like attention, even at it’s smallest portion, at all anymore since she was pregnant. Everyone gawked at her like, “You’re the pregnant girl, right?”

While Bailey was the tough and boisterous type of girl, she was also caring and helpful. Not wanting to spend a long while in her dorm, Bailey pulled out her dress from her trunk. Why was she doing this- going to this ball- anyway? It was most definitely not her thing. She hated formal dancing, the formal music, the formal clothing- but perhaps that was it. The clothing or her dress to be more specific. Her father bought it with her and with so much love as it was a requirement on the supply list for this year. It was the least she could do for him.

She ran her hand over the soft, yellow cloth as if it made her feel closer to her father. As usual, Bailey pulled on her dress and combed her hair without a mirror. Then, her eyes drifted towards the golden heels her dress came with. She knew that she would absolutely die in those, considering that she has never worn heels. Instead, Bailey grabbed and pulled on her gray, dirty, worn out Converse pair that was thrown aside next to the heels. If the guys could wear trainers, so could she. That is, if they were.

Maybe I’ll find Ryan at the Great Hall and we could go to the forest Bailey thought to herself. Though, she doubted it. Why in the world would Ryan go to the ball? But then, the same question could be asked about her, yet she was going. Lastly, Bailey grabbed her bulky camera. She decided on taking pictures and sending a couple to her father. Before leaving the dorm, Bailey caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror. She thought she looked different, but her question was, “Is this different good?”