- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Kris
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Not Looking)
- Age
- 11/2036 (25)
Sydney wasn't sure what she was doing here. Well, she knew exactly what she was doing here, but somewhere between leaving her dorm and walking up to the Great Hall, her usual indifference towards the ball as a whole had all but evaporated. Now Sydney couldn't help but feel like every other of the various students standing near the door, nervously waiting for friends or dates to show up. But Sydney was intent to believe this wasn't a big deal. She was going with Samantha as a favour after all. Just helping out so Samantha wasn't bored and alone at some stupid dance. She had no reason to be nervous about it.
But Sydney was nervous. And for the first time wondering if she should have bothered to actually dress up for this. She'd never want to dress up for a school dance like this and fit in with all the other idiot kids pretending to parade around and be adults when they were all clearly still children, but Sydney suddenly wondered if she'd look stupid next Samantha. If she'd make Sam look bad standing next to her. Fisting her hands in the fabric of her sleeves, Sydney tried to shake off the feeling, waiting for Samantha to arrive so they could just go in and get this all over with and Sydney could get back into the familiar ground of endlessly ridiculing the whole idea of the ball in the first place.
But Sydney was nervous. And for the first time wondering if she should have bothered to actually dress up for this. She'd never want to dress up for a school dance like this and fit in with all the other idiot kids pretending to parade around and be adults when they were all clearly still children, but Sydney suddenly wondered if she'd look stupid next Samantha. If she'd make Sam look bad standing next to her. Fisting her hands in the fabric of her sleeves, Sydney tried to shake off the feeling, waiting for Samantha to arrive so they could just go in and get this all over with and Sydney could get back into the familiar ground of endlessly ridiculing the whole idea of the ball in the first place.