7th years, Boys Dormitories.

[shay]

"Remind me again, why can't we look this sick more often?" Ace called out to the seemingly-empty dormitory, knowing his friends were in here somewhere or other. He shrugged his shoulders a few times into the mirror, loving his charcoal grey suit with Ravenclaw blue interior. His Nike's were spotless (thanks to a neat little cleaning charm Marlene had showed him), and his hair fell in it's usual stylish disarray. He was loving the excuse to wear his suit, which still smelled faintly like the cologne he had sprayed on it earlier in the summer. Subtle, nice.
He rubbed his hand over the stubble on his face, wondering if it was really necessary to shave for this "ball".

((sorry for the lack of.. everything. I'm rushing to go, but wanted to give you something to work off of! xD))

[Taylor]

Ashton smoothed out the black tuxedo, pulling on the black sneakers. Hearing Chase called up, he smiled. "Isn't this what those government rich guys wear? It would be pretty weird talking around in this." He called up, running his hand through his hair. No, he didn't have a date, but he didn't care, he was still going. "Hey! Who are you going with again?" He called to him, obviously forgetting. He did have slightly good memory, but not great. Stretching in the tuxedo, he walked out, after checking his approved appearance..

"I'm missing a potions essay for this." He said, sighing. Potions was a big thing to him. Itching his forehead, he looked at Chase. He looked around, looking at the window as some owl flew into the glass. He ignored it, knowing his owl wasn't that stupid.

[shay]

Chase laughed, "I don't know man, walking around in this would make you feel pretty high and mighty...Chill about that damn essay, will you? Slughorn won't care, he's probably already wasted out of his mind. Oh, and I'm going with Blair. Blair Astor. The Hufflepuff?" Honestly, Chase didn't even know her that well. She was hot, though - that was for sure.
"Yeah... I'll have my little blonde hottie and you'll have.. who again, sorry? Gideon's Aunt Muriel?" He grinned at Ashton, knowing that if his mate had considered having a date something of importance - he'd have one.

[Taylor]

"I'd feel like a freaking professor. Yeah, he will. He hates me. Hm. I don't know her." He said with a shrug. He really didn't know much people actually. Probably because he was always concentrating on school work. He cocked his head,"Who? Gideon has a great aunt? Anyways, sod off.". He smiled, rolling his eyes.

Dancing just wasn't his thing. So he didn't find the need to get a date. He would probably go and eat something.

[Haine]

"I thought we had a mutual agreement that we would never speak of that great aunt again?" Gideon asked, joining in the conversation. At this moment in time, he was fighting a war against a tie. The blasted thing seemed to be desperate to kill him. Why? Gideon didn't know. He'd always thought that he'd been a good owner. Well, except for the fact that the 'perfect owner of ties' had actually forgotten about it's existence and discovered it at the bottom of his trunk this morning while looking for a sugar quill.
Plus, now that he had found it, Gideon had no clue whatsoever what he did with it. And he'd be damned if he'd ask anyone.

"Absolute nightmare. Comes round every christmas and never seems to want to leave me alone... Blair Astor? There's more than one Hufflepuff girl, mate. Narrow it down a bit?" Gideon asked, before throwing the tie on his bed with a sigh of surrender. He probably looked ten times better without it. Just to spite the cursed material, Gideon sat on it.

One thought quickly dawned on Gideon, whom had only been half listening in on the conversation. "We have a potions essay and nobody bothered to tell me?"

[shay]

Chase watched Gideon battle with the tie with a grin on his face, and shook his head as the battle came to a close.
"I like Muriel, I don't know what your problem is..." No one liked Muriel. It was essentially the Prewett law.
"She's the blonde one, I told you! She parties with us sometimes, pretty hot. I don't know," He paused, feeling some further explaination was needed.
"I heard her telling a friend yesterday that she still didn't have a date, so I just asked her, like... after potions. After the essay was assigned.. Shit, you're right. You were sleeping. My bad, mate." Chase shrugged in Gideon's direction, knowing they'd end up writing the essay together anyways the night before.

[/size]

[Taylor]

Ashton laughed at Gideon. "Dude, I told you about fifty times that it was due." He said, then shrugged. "I still don't know her." Ashton said, slipping his wand in his pocket. Looking at the owl still scratching on the window, he sighed,"Is that Fabian's?". He didn't know where Fabian was, but it probably was his owl. Itching his arm, he looked at both of them. "Who are you going with?" Ashton said, looking at Gideon.

He started to wonder what the great hall looked like. Probably no tables or hot chocolate. No hot chocolate? Damn.

[Haine]

"You did?" Gideon asked, staring blankly out of the window. Now that Ashton had mentioned it, he remembered it. Had no idea what it was about, of course, yet Gideon remembered Ashton telling him one was due.
There was only one thing to do at a time like this.
"Well seeing as I was sleeping and you weren't, you should know what it's about."Gideon started, turning to Ace. "Therefore... You can write most of it. How's that sound? I think it's the best plan in the world, don't you?"
He now had a feeling that something heavy was about to be chucked at his head. Any sane person would now avoid saying anything stupid. Yet this was Gideon. "You know something? Maybe you could have asked Muriel. Then we'd know who the hell you were talking about."

He quickly glanced over his shoulder at the owl on the other side of the window. Could he bothered moving to get the letter? No, actually. He couldn't. "If we leave it long enough, it should bugger off. Unless one of you would be so kind as to get the letter?"
Silence.
Gideon frowned. "Fine then, you bunch of lazy arses.." He muttered, getting the letter. Yup, for Fabian. He quickly read through the contents of the letter, having little to no care whatsoever for his brother's privacy.
Fabian probably did the same to him.
"Well will you look at that. Speak of the devil and she writes a letter to your brother."

... ah crap. This wasn't really a question that Gideon had wanted to be asked. With any luck the pissed off glance that Gideon gave Ashton made that crystal clear. "Who am I going with?" Think fast, Gideon, think fast!! "She's a.... girl."
Smooth.

[shay]

Ignoring the Muriel comment, Chase blinked. Then burst into near-hysteric laughter.
"Is she..." Gasping for breath. "...seriously that bad? Who the hell did you sink down to? No one left, last minute?" He ran a hand through his hair, loving this.

"Oh, and about the essay? Yeah right. The essay is on the dangers of combining to unfinished potions, we'll do it tomorrow night. But seriously Gideon. Who's the girl?"
Ace perched on the end of his bed, inspecting the sleeves of his suit for lint.
Gideon was as well sought-after as he and Ashton tended to be, so his lateness in finding a date (or lateness in sharing it with him? No, surely not.) really surprised Ace. That's when a tought occured to him,
"No. Fucking. Way. In the common room.. on Tuesday... You didn't ask her, did you?" The words came out slowly, with a dangerous edge. His practical brother... His practical sister... Was that even legal?!

Chase rose from the edge of the bed and covered the few strides to stand in from of Gideon. They matched up pretty equally, size-wise.
"Did you ask Marlene, Gideon?"

[/size]

[Haine]

Okay- Gideon didn't have to lie. Lying would end up too messy. There was always the lovely fallback tactic of 'selective truth', a trick he'd learnt off his dad to get out of answering awkward questions from mum. You'd tell the truth - just not the whole truth. Occasionally through in a rhetorical or non-rhetorical and it was plain sailing from there.
"No, She's not bad. Quite the opposite, actually."
Good start. Not a single lie there at all.

Even better - a subject change. If this meant that Chase and Ashton would drop the subject completely- Gideon was good to go. If not, the only option was to try and climb out of the window. Not the best idea, considering how high up they were. Maybe the owl could try and save him. Yet Fabian would probably have it trained to take pictures or something.
It wouldn't surprise him at all if that were true.
"You won't write most of the essay? After all I've done for you? After all those happy memories of turning the occasional person blue? After all those detentions that were probably my fault yet I still refuse to admit it?
You won't write a teensy weensy -how long does it have to be exactly- potions essay?" Gideon asked, faking a sob into Muriel's letter.

Clearly this didn't work, and Gideon didn't really help by giving the game away due to repeated mutterings of the word 'shit'. Forget getting something heavy thrown at his head - Gideon would be lucky if Chase didn't murder him. "... I-I'll only answer you if you promise that you weren't kill me, or beat the c-crap out of me."
What could he say? Chase was hell scary when he was pissed off.

[shay]

Ace dropped his shoulder and hit Gideon in the chest, driving him backwards on to his bed. They landed sideways, Chase winding up and landing a solid blow to his best friend's jaw. He would probably never have it in him to hit Gideon hard enough to seriously hurt him.. But he was considering it. The boys wrestled with each other, both trying to get in a better position to pound the other.

[/size]

[Dea]

Damocles was not going to a ball. Never.
He was...sick. Yes.
Definitely.

The Symptoms included coughing, the odd vomit session and, most importantly, he wasn't able to go to the ball.

He called it...Well. Sure, you didn't need a name for it. The Flu was specific enough.

He didn't have to act sick just yet, however. Let's rub it in the other guys' face.

He was actually pretty chipper today. No need to go to the ball, a few hours to himself. Maybe he'd actually find the book that Gideon had hidden earlier this year. To be more specific, the book Phil stole and threw at Gideon, who then hid it.

Whistling, he pushed open the door...
And walked onnto the weirdest scene ever.

"Woah. Guys, time and place for everything. I won't say anything but...now is not the time. And...there are other people here."

It took him a few seconds to realise they were fighting....Not...Well, you know.

Now was the time to pretend to be sick. He coughed.
Wow, he was not an actor.

[/size][/center]

[Haine]

Even though Gideon had been expecting Chase to hit him in someway, the surprise and moment of breathlessness still got him. Yet so did the adrenaline and testosterone hit. So clearly Gideon fought back, if not to later claim self defence. Although the two were currently struggling to get in a position where they could clearly whack the other, Gideon couldn't help but wonder what Chase's problem was. Even Gideon knew that Ace wasn't happy that he'd ask Marlene. He just wanted to know why. It couldn't be jealousy - the two had always had more of a brother/sister dynamic going on there.
That was pretty much the only idea that Gideon could think of.

A cough as well as a comment that made Gideon blush. Amidst the fighting, Gideon had forgotten that Ashton was still in the room, as one does. Sadly Damocles had walked in too, and it didn't look like they were fighting. Stupid Ace, pushing him onto the bed... Gideon was now just waiting for Phil to appear and start chucking alarm clocks at everyone. Who next then? Fabian?
Sadly because Gideon wasn't focusing on what he was doing, Chase managed to get another hit in. So far all Gideon had done was flail. He hadn't had the nerve to hit his best friend yet. At least Ace hadn't hit him as hard as he could have. Then Gideon would start fearing for his life.
There was only one thing to say at a time like this:
"What- the- fuck- is- your- problem?!?!"

[Taylor]

Ashton looked at them backing up, not even bothering to break them up. Leaning against the wall, watching them with a sigh.

Fabian walked through the common room, he wasn't going to this ball. Too much. Walking into the dorm, looking at Gideon, then Ace. "Um..Gideon? I always thought you were...different..but gay? Is this why there is always thumping in the middle of the night?" He asked, looking at him, worried. Gideon..gay? That wasn't right. Hearing Gideon curse, he seized the opportunity.

"Step one, instead of ass say buns, like kiss my buns or you're a bunshole
Step two, instead of shit say poo as in bull poo,
poo head and this poo is cold
Step three, with bitch drop the T cause "bich" is latin for generosity
Step four, don't say fuck anymore,
cause fuck is the worst word that you can say.
So Just use the word "mmmkay"
We can do it, it's all up to us, mmmkay.
With a little plan we can change our lives today
We don't have to spend our lives shooting up in the trash
homeless on the street, giving handjobs for cash
Follow this plan and very soon you will say
it's easy mmkay.".

[shay]

Chase ceased the pounding on his best friend for a moment, ignoring the homosexual comment coming from Damocles (he could deal with that later).

"What the fuck is my problem? What the fuck is your problem?! It's Marlene! You can NOT get with that!" He hauled Gideon to his feet by his shirt, and didn't let go - not yet. All that was pounding through his mind was that if he had to intervene with a date of Marlene's.. He didn't want that date to be with his best friend. Or.. did he?

This moment of indecisiveness was probably a very, very bad idea, considering he had just punched his best friend in the face.

[/center]