Murder on the Dance floor

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Matthew Cosgrove

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Dan
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Straight 10 1/2 Inch Sturdy Laurel Wand with Boomslang venom Core
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3/2023
Mathew straightened his bow tie in the mirror and flashed a smile at his own reflection. Happy with his appearance Mathew left the Ravenclaw tower and made his way down to the Great hall. He made the decision early on that he would be going to the ball stag and made no attempts to secure himself a date, instead he would be on the prowl in the Great hall as he knew it would be a buzz with sixth and seventh years girls looking their finest and he was excited by the prospect. He reached the bottom of the stairs and walked over to the Great hall, once again straightening his bow tie as he made his way inside. The previous year he had gone home for the holidays so he had missed out on the Yule ball the previous year and as he stepped inside the hall he couldn't believe he had opted to go home the previous year. The room was beautifully decorated and it felt like a proper winter wonderland, which was in total contrast to the heat of a New Zealand summer. It was nice be in surroundings that were so different to what he saw everyday. Mathew grabbed a drink from the drinks table and began to scope out the talent that was populating the early stages of the dance floor.
 
Alana Finch hadn’t attended any of the previous Yule balls, but the buzz surrounding this one had piqued the girl’s interest enough for her to want to attend. She’d written her mother, not expecting much but her mother had outdone herself in sending not one but two dresses for Alana to choose from. Both were from her own closet, but she hadn’t expected to have a choice in the matter. The Slytherin had ended up going with a purple one, the other one was too small. The zipper didn’t even go all the way up. The teenager didn’t think she’d grown at all over the past year, but it was obvious that she was wrong. Finishing up with her clothes, the teenager turned to her hair and makeup. She’d never had much help with learning to manage either, but with some help from one of her more friendly housemates, Alana managed to look like she was going to a party. As she took one final glance in the mirror, the fourteen year old couldn’t believe how much older she looked. She’d never thought much about applying makeup before, but she was beginning to reconsider that.

As she entered the Great Hall, Alana’s red eyes roamed the room, taking in all of the sights. Christmas was never anything big in her home. Sure, they exchanged presents, but that was about it. There certainly wasn’t a big to-do like there was in this room. The Slytherin could barely control herself as her hands touched an ice sculpture near the doorway. Then, her eyes landed on the snack tables and lit up. It was like the Start of Year Feast and Honeydukes rolled into one! Every kind of cookie and treat that you could think of was there, and the teenager beelined for the table, nearly knocking into a guy as she grabbed a brownie and took a bite. “Sorry” she mumbled. The brownie was heavenly.
OOCOut of Character:
Hope it's ok that I joined.
 
Mathew was in a world of his own as he sized up the snacks table, by one point he had lost count of how much he had eaten and if asked he couldn't recall what it was he had eaten. The Ravenclaw was washing his mountains of snacks down with a glass of pumpkin juice when he felt someone nudge into him. He heard a mumbled apology from a girl and he was about to just mumble something right back to her when he saw her in the corner of his eye and she caught his attention. "Oh sorry was I in your way?" He asked sincerely as he involuntarily looked the girl up and down. As with most of the girls at the Ball, if you didn't know them it was nearly impossible to pinpoint someones year, some girls he knew for a fact were in the younger years looked one of two years older, it was enough to mess with a guys head. As he looked at the girl next to him he noticed that her dress was gorgeous, not that he would vocalize such a comment as it was perhaps the least manly sentence ever. Looking at the girl he would guess she was about fourth year, maybe even fifth but under the illusion of the Yule ball he could be well off so he would say nothing.

OOCOut of Character:
I don't mind at all.
 
Alana shook her head, shyly. She was a bit embarrassed at how eager she'd been to get at those treats now that the guy was apologizing for something he hadn't done wrong. "No. I just really wanted this brownie" she replied sheepishly. The teenager looked down at her brownie for a second and broke off a piece to eat before looking back up at the guy. He was older than her, she was very sure of that. And cute. She hadn't ever seen him in any of her classes or even around. Judging by the bow tie, she had him pegged as a Ravenclaw. A bow tie was something that her brother, a Ravenclaw, would wear to the ball if he'd come. "Do you dance at all or do you just watch everyone else?" she asked, an amused expression on her face as she watched a couple that was moving around quite energetically. Alana was definitely just a watcher. She didn't know how to dance and she'd be too embarrassed to try.
 
Mathew was somewhat amused by the girl sudden change in demeanor. Having been all gungho to get to the snack table she had suddenly gone shy and embarrassed once he spoke to her. The girl was cute and the fact she had gone over all shy made her cuter, but Mathew couldn't explain why that was the case. Mathew nervous pulled at his collar which messed his bow a little so he had to straighten it for the hundredth time that night. The asked him if he danced or just watched, he took a moment to look over her shoulder at the couples who were now taking to the dance floor and he smiled to himself. The truth was he loved dancing, whether or not he was any good was another question but he loved to do it nonetheless. He then turned his smile to the girl, "As it happens I love to dance, and that sounds an awful lot like an invitation miss...?" Mathew covered his smile as he took a sip from his drink, the girl may have just been making small talk but it would be fun to see how she reacted to his response and at the very least he might find out her name.
 
“Nooooo!” the Slytherin exclaimed loudly as she felt her cheeks turn really hot. They practically matched her eyes in how red they’d turned. “I…I can’t dance so that’s why that wasn’t an invitation, not because you’re not an amazing dancer. I’m sure you are, but I’m not so…I just watch” she finally trailed off after rambling for a moment. She was thankful that she’d finally controlled herself enough to shut herself up. The third year couldn’t even begin to count the number of embarrassing things that she’d just said in such a short period of time. Surely, she’d just broken some kind of record. Alana was wishing herself far, far away from the boy at the moment. She hadn’t felt so awkward in a long time. She didn’t just want to walk away though, so she finished off her brownie, still cringing inside.
 
Mathew did his best not to laugh as the girl seemed mortified at the idea of dancing. Clearly not everyone loved to dance the way he did which he would never understand. By the way the girls cheeks flashed a deep red, to match her eyes which were the most unusual colour Mathew had ever seen but there was something about them that captivated him, he assumed the girl was either embarrassed at the thought of dancing or annoying that the sixth had the nerve to ask. Mathew however was not easily deterred and when the music suddenly turned to a slow track he had an idea. Mathew placed his cup down on the table and held out his hand to the girl. "Come on I'll teach you, this songs nice and slow it won't really be dancing more like swaying on the spot, just look at them," Mathew motioned to the dance floor with a nod so the girl could see what he meant. Mathew liked to think slow dancing was less about dancing and more about having an excuse to get close to someone. "I have experience of having my feet stood on so don't worry about that, you'll find I'm an excellent teacher," Mathew flashed a smile hoping he had convinced her.
 
Alana knew the boy was trying his best to stifle a laugh, and she really appreciated it. As the music changed, Alana glanced back at the boy and was utterly surprised to see him holding his hand out to her. The Slytherin just stared at it, skepticism all over her face. Still, she slowly lifted her hand to meet his. It would be stupid of her to turn him down, even if she was afraid to dance. He was an attractive, older guy and was clearly not Chaos. And, he was right. This type of dancing didn't look so difficult. Looking up at him, Alana almost couldn't handle his smile. It was too adorable. "Oooook" she stated slowly, "just don't laugh at me when I trip over my feet. " She was wearing heels she could barely walk in let alone dance in. For now though, she'd follow his lead. He claimed to be a good teacher. Time would tell if that was true. "Ok. What do I do...what's your name?" she asked after an awkward pause, realizing she had been speaking to him for a while and hadn't bothered to ask.
 
"Mathew," he answered with a smile after the girl took his hand and made him promise not to laugh at her when she tripped over her own feet. Mathew looked down at the girls heels and thought that if she stumbled her may have to catch her which could be a little awkward between the two. He looked up from her heels and on his way to meeting her eyes again he had to admire how good she looked and there was something about her eyes that captivated him. Mathew tugged the girl gently out towards the dance floor. He span her around in place then he pulled her in closer holding her hand up and placing his other on her waist. It was a little awkward given the two had just met but she seemed to be comfortable enough with him. "Don't worry, if you trip I'll catch you," He smiled and swayed slowly, there were plenty of steps he could do, Mathew himself was a big fan of the waltz but it would look somewhat out of place on a dance floor of couples most of which were desperately trying to be as close to each other as possible. Mathew didn't think about then, he just looked into the piercing red eyes of his dance partner. "See, I told you this was easy, just sort of move with the music, don't think about it too much we can even move our feet if you're feeling adventurous...I'm sorry I didn't catch your name I feel like I'm at a disadvantage," He added suddenly remembering he had his hand on the waist of a girl whos name he didn't even know.
 
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