- Messages
- 929
- OOC First Name
- Daphne
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Straight (Gabriel)
- Wand
- Knotted 16 1/2 Inch Rigid Mahogany Wand with Boomslang venom Core
- Age
- 1/2032 (30)
Sophie had hesitated over her dress for tonight, but had then realized that it would be her last chance to wear it. The yule ball had always seemed like a more formal affair to her than the Valentine's dance, and this dress was really only suited for this event. So she had gotten ready and put it on, only to stand at the sidelines of the great hall, feeling entirely too conspicuous. She tried her best to ignore the feeling that everyone was looking at her, partly because she knew it wasn't accurate. It had been a part of being Head Girl Sophie hadn't really been expecting, the fact that now everyone in the school knew who she was. She felt like being the editor for the paper had made her somewhat known too, but it was a much less public position than Head Girl was. Crossing one arm across her body, Sophie carefully sipped her drink as she surveyed the room. She wondered if she should have tried to get a date for the night, but hadn't had a clue who to ask. Gabriel was probably somewhere with Sara, and Sophie was trying very hard not to look for them. Who else was there to ask? Viktor Styx? Sophie had a grudging respect for the boy, but he didn't seem to be very good company. Most other boys in her year were either taken or totally boring. There was also the fact that her stupid crush on Gabriel still hadn't gone away. It would feel mean to ask someone else when it wasn't the person she really wanted to be at the dance with, as bad of a choice that person actually was for her. Gabriel and her barely got along, so why did her mind keep drifting to him? It made no sense, and it was very frustrating.