- Messages
- 190
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Curved 15 Inch Rigid Oak Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 07/2051 (16)
Pixie had waited, until most of the night had passed and there was likely only an hour left of the dance. It was beginning to thin the crowd as people were milling off to take their dancing to the common rooms, or the drama had pre-maturely ended some nights. She liked wearing a fancy dress, and like doing up her hair, feeling like one of the prettier girls but she had pretty awful experiences at these events and thought arriving late enough would mean she'd be left alone and that there would be too many people left. The crowd was thinner with fewer people in the room than any of the previous times she'd attended, but it was nice, busy that she could probably not be too noticed but not overwhelming busy. She was still hanging around the walls of the room, she didn't think she would ever dance at the centre of the room, but she could be a little more at ease just watching like this.