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- OOC First Name
- Kelsey ^_^
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- Hickory Wand 15 1/4 inches Essence of Dragon Scale
It was a bitterly cold December night in France that night, even as far south as the school was located. Winter had decided to slam down upon them with a vengeance this year and it was evident as the chill bumps ran along Sydneys exposed skin. The cursed herself now for picking such a short dress and not wearing any sort of stockings with it. For probably the first time in her life she wanted the long layered dresses. They'd be a lot warmer than this thing, that was very pretty but not exactly practical when you have to trek across a castle in heels with wind blowing into the castle through the windows. But finally she made it into the thankfully completely indoors Grande Salle, where she was immediately awed by all of the decorations. They had had dances before in the past but this was beautiful!
Melting into the crowd she made her way over to the punch fountain where she had agreed to meet her boyfriend of nearly four months Antoine. Granted they had agreed to meet at a punch bowl but this was certainly close enough. Getting a glass from nearby she filled herself a cup of punch and took a sip, playing with her tie bracelet as she did so. Waiting for the man of the hour, in her eyes anyways, to make his appearance. She had figured this would be the other way around seeing as the female was typically the one who took ages getting ready and this was even truer in Sydneys case. She supposed she had cut a lot of time down by deciding to simply wear her hair in it's natural state with loose big bright red curls. She hoped he got here before the champions dance started at least.
Melting into the crowd she made her way over to the punch fountain where she had agreed to meet her boyfriend of nearly four months Antoine. Granted they had agreed to meet at a punch bowl but this was certainly close enough. Getting a glass from nearby she filled herself a cup of punch and took a sip, playing with her tie bracelet as she did so. Waiting for the man of the hour, in her eyes anyways, to make his appearance. She had figured this would be the other way around seeing as the female was typically the one who took ages getting ready and this was even truer in Sydneys case. She supposed she had cut a lot of time down by deciding to simply wear her hair in it's natural state with loose big bright red curls. She hoped he got here before the champions dance started at least.